Chapter Four

A/N Noooooo, I have failed you all! I usually operate on the 1000+ words per chapter rule, but I'm over a hundred words short right now. It's the freaken' end of the world!

Okay, melodrama over, I'm starting this thing at nearly four in the morning. I might not finish it in time to post with my other chapters today, but hopefully I can manage to hit 4000 words by three of the clock. I still have a life to live you know…sort of…not really…oh forget it, I'm just another person who lives on fanfiction. I may be killing brain cells, but you know what? I'm gonna die happy.

"Yay," May said half-heartedly. "Hopefully the author won't figure out a way to send us back to Littleroot town."

"Hey you!" Brenden yelled out. "I challenge you to a POKEMON BATTLE! And I'll use my SUPER INDESTRUCTIBLE GENETICALLY MODIFIED NEAR LEGENDARY POKEMON!"

"Um, okay?" Said the guy up ahead. He was dressed very oddly for travelling. He was wearing a ridiculous tuxedo with a bow tie at the top. Not only that, but it was purple. And his hair was grey, not that Brenden could comment about it, seeing as his hair was white.

"Go MEWTWO! PWN th!$ n00b!"

"Holy sh(bleep)t! Why the h(bleep)ll do you have a f(bleep)ckin legendary?"

"If I told you, then I'd have to kill you."

"Tell me! This is a national emergency!"

"Look at me, now back to your men, now back to me. Now look at the sky, now back to your men now back to me…I'm not your man, I'm flipping you off, now back to your men now back to me. Where's Mewtwo? I threw him!"

"Uh, no you didn't."

"Sh(bleep)t."

SMACK!

"Brenden, you know better than to use language like that!"

"Wild May used pimp-slap!"

Steven sighed as he looked at the scene before him. He highly doubted he would be able to get Mewtwo away from these children, so he would just have to stick around and make sure no one else was able to do the same.

First however, there was the problem of a battle. By league rules, he couldn't turn down a challenge, however pathetic the challenger might be.

"I think we have a battle to complete?" Steven said quizzically. "Go Metagross!"

"Holy sh-I mean crap-it's a robot!"

May facepalmed, ruing the day she had agreed to escort the Professor's mentally challenged child.

"Since I'm a nice guy, I'll let you have the first move."

Brenden opened the pokedex. "Let's see if Mewtwo has learned any sweet moves."

Sorry, I'm not available right now. I'm busy.

"Doing what?" Brenden asked quizzically.

Making toast.

There was a dinging noise.

Buttering toast.

"Could I see Mewtwo's sweet moves?"

If it will make you shut up, then he knows Psychic Blast and…Turtle Supremacy Wave?

"Sweet! Mewtwo, use Turtle Supremacy Wave!"

Mewtwo sighed and launched a beam of white light at the robotic monster ahead of him. It didn't even bother to dodge, taking the hit head on. After the smoke from the explosion cleared, Metagross was still there, looking about as amused as a hunk of metal could be.

Idiot! Metagross's Gravity Field ability allows it to stand steady through any attack. It cuts the damage done in half, but it also prevents it from using any physical moves. Fortunately, Mewtwo is resistant to any of Metagross's long-range attacks. You'll have to either think up a way to lure it out of its Gravity Field, or you're toast.

Metagross had twisted on his legs to look back at his master. Really? He said telepathically.

Steven rolled his eyes. "Stupid league rules. Just use defense tactic eighteen to lure him into a false sense of security."

"Hey Steven, you in there? It's your move."

"I've already made mine."

"Oh crap! It's the standing really still technique. Mewtwo, brace yourself! Quick, hit him with a psychic blast."

The explosion once again shook the clearing. Once the smoke cleared, Metagross was still standing there, unscathed.

"Your turn again kid."

"Snap! Yet again, he continues to use the standing really still technique. Quick, use another

Turtle Supremacy Wave!"

Once again, another big explosion. Once again, it did absolutely nothing.

"Now, Metagross, unleash your bide attack!"

Metagross glowed white and unleashed all the energy he had absorbed. Needless to say, Brenden was out of useable Pokémon. Brenden whited out.

Looking bored, Steven recalled his Metagross. Both the children had been safely transported back to Littleroot. He sighed as he opened his pokedex to see how much damage had been done to Metagross. To his shock, the kid had brought his strongest Pokémon down to half its hit points. He shook his head, impressed. Maybe the boy would go far, but he would have to learn to stop relying on Mewtwo. He knew how it went with legendaries, he had had one a long time ago. They could break out of pokeballs even after they had been captured. Of course, it took them awhile to do it.

He would have to keep an eye on the boy. Team Rocket would be out to get Mewtwo back, and Aqua and Magma would just as soon capture it as well. If he could get his hands on Mewtwo, then maybe they would stand a chance. Until then, he would just have to make sure no one else did.

(-o-)-(-o-)-(-o-)

Steven returned later to the Odale Pokémon center. After a day of training at a super secret cave that no one was supposed to know about, he was worn out. He checked in and happily collapsed on the pathetic excuse for a mattress. Sleep was quick to come.

He could see the world turning below him. Suddenly, it zoomed into a desert region to the west of Johto. In it, he could hear rumbling sounds. Suddenly, the black water of an oddly placed lake exploded, unleashing the nightmare that was contained inside of it.

The scene shifted, and he was in a huge cavernous hall. He recognized it as the Hall of Origin, and looked up to see Arceus looking down at him. He sighed, bracing himself for yet another session of over-dramatic pauses and sudden mood changes.

"I'M NOT HAPPY." Arceus thundered. "The monster which I imprisoned inside of The Oddly Placed Black Lake has escaped, and will no doubt be. Wreaking. Havoc. I require your services."

"Again? You know, I'm starting to see a pattern here. Massive monster escapes, suddenly more powerful than before, and you come crying to me for help. You know, I'm not always going to be here for you."

"That is why you are to train up your successor. As cliché dictates, he must be an absolute amateur, and he must be given only a little amount of training before being thrown up against monsters which you yourself don't stand a chance against. This boy is. The. One. And. Only. Brenden. Birch."

"We're screwed."

"I trust you are more than capable to give him an inadequate amount of training. Of course, you must allow him to complete the Pokémon league and utterly flatten you in an epic battle. Then you must sacrifice yourself to take a blow that wasn't even going to hit him. Go now, you have much to do."

Steven woke up, glaring at the ceiling. There was only one thought on his mind: I hate my life.

A/N So how's that for plot advancement. I was thinking that Brenden's quest would get a little boring after a while, so I might as well make sure there was actually a plot. And what was better than the stereotypical "save the world, blah blah blah." Plotline. As you can guess, it's no secret that Brenden will succeed in the end. Also, this was over 1000 words, so I've caught up on length. Hooray!