WOHOO. 3 IN A ROW. I AM ON FIRE. WHOOOOOOO.
Sorry about that. Uh, continue with reading I guess?
000
Team Rocket Executive Proton was walking down the halls of the Celadon Game Corner. He turned to the dazed smiling people trying to win the slots. He gave a brief smile, before punching a button on the wall that was concealed by a poster. A trap door opened, allowing access below.
As he continued to walk the many stairs leading to the Rocket base below, more members of Team Rocket were working around him. Petrel past many doors, but did not enter any of them. As he past another door, he heard screaming inside. Proton nodded, the experiment seemed to be going as planned.
Finally Proton seemed to have arrived at his destination. At the very bottom of the stairs, there were a pair of unassuming doors, one a janitor might use as a supply closet.
Apparently not.
As the Rocket entered, a huge laboratory came into view. Various projects were being experimented in the room. Instead of Rocket grunts, scientists were working diligently, with almost a sense of fear. In fact there were only two members in Team Rocket uniforms, who were currently talking to an older scientist.
It was to them that Proton approached, somewhat nervously. One of them, seemingly the one in charge, had cropped blue hair, and unlike the others did not wear a heat. The other had dark hair streaked with grey, and an intense expression on his face.
"Ah, Proton! I trust you've been well?" Asked the man with the blue hair pleasantly.
"Very well Archer sir but…"
The other man, who was not one for formalities, crossed over.
"Where is it?" He asked impatiently.
Proton's face paled. He seemed suddenly like he wanted to leave. He mumbled,
"I-I haven't found it yet sir."
The man's face darkened. "I see. And you know the consequences, correct? You know I must inform the boss, don't you?"
Proton's pale face turned into a deep shade of green.
"But we're close sir! We're definitely close! We ju-"
"I've heard enough excuses."
"But the Mt. Moon expedition is going swimmingly! We will soon have the resources we need!"
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then nodded towards the scientist on the left.
"Head scientist Blaine. How long do we have before the cells are essential to be added?"
Blaine was an elderly man in his 60's. He had no hair on his head, but a long moustache. His eyes were covered completely by thick dark glasses. He stroked his beard thoughtfully, before speaking.
"If our specimen is not outfitted with the proper cells in the next three months, it will surely perish."
The man turned to Proton. "There's your answer. You have one month to find Mew. If you fail to capture it by the end of the month, or at any point the Mt. Moon experiment is ruined, you will face the consequences. Now get out of my sight."
Proton gave one more terrified glance at the man, then took off, hurrying back the way he came. The Rocket boss scowled at his fleeing figure. Archer stepped forward.
"So, uh Sir Malcolm? Do you wish for me to finish the report?"
Malcom nodded.
"Hmph. Very well."
000
Pewter City was quite a bit more interesting then Viridian. It was built entirely of stone and fossil, and there interesting shops where one could by beautiful and extravagant stones and jewelry. Pewter had its own gym and the leader, Brock was a new leader, but despite that very strong. And of course there was the rocket and fossil museum, where Red and his team was at that very moment.
Red, figuring they could use a break after their eventful night in Viridian Forest, decided to sightsee in Pewter. Their journey soon lead them to the museum.
Hawkeye showed a great interest in many of the rockets, but claimed he could fly way better than a 'stupid machine'. Ash had a fun time peeking at the stones, and even Tyrone seemed interested in a great fossil of a Dragonite, saying that it was the most beautiful sight of his life.
Red himself was taking a break outside, worrying about the gym match ahead of him. Nurse Joy had told him that he used Rock type Pokémon. Red may have been a starting trainer, but he knew enough to realize his team was at a major disadvantage against Rock Types.
He was lost in thought when a man walked up to him. He was wearing plain clothes, but his hair was long and wavy, and the color of pale blue. He had a rose in his back pocket and a Meowth on his shoulder.
"Hello. May I sit here?" Asked the man. Red was startled out of his daydreams.
"Oh-uh yeah, I was just leaving anyway." Said Red as he rose to his feet.
The man gave a smile. "Actually, I would like to talk to you for a moment."
"Oh, sure I guess? Umm do I know you?" Asked Red, a bit anxiously. His mother had told him to be careful around strangers.
"Oh no, definitely not. I was just interested in you. I saw pokeballs on your belt. Are you perhaps, a trainer?
Red, caught off guard said "Yeah? I am?" Though he said it like a question.
The stranger chuckled, "well, I was just wondering if you were challenging the Pokémon gym leader."
Red nodded, now in his element. "That's right, I'm scheduled to face Brock tomorrow. We're taking a break today."
The stranger smiled kindly. "I'm sure you'll do just fine. I'm actually wondering if you would like to become a member of our business."
Red eyed the stranger suspiciously. "Like a job? I don't think I'm really old enough yet."
The stranger shook his head. "No, no. Nothing like that. You see, we are in need of trainer's help.
Those who can get close and bond with Pokémon. It would not affect your journey for badges in the slightest."
"Well, I dunno…"
The stranger nodded his head. "You know there will be a paying reward right?"
Red started in surprised. He was always struggling to pay, since all of his money were based off of his winnings.
The stranger nodded again. "Hmm, why not visit for yourself to see what you can make of it. My name is James Levesque, by the way. Here, take my card."
The Meowth, showing remarkable human like qualities, handed Red a business card.
Red nodded. Maybe this was a good thing to try. He did need the money, after all.
"Okay sir, I'll consider it."
Suddenly there was a crash that told them a giant fossil had crashed.
Red whirled around. "Sorry, uh… James, but I'm going to have to talk to you later. TYRONE, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU? YOU CAN'T BATTLE FURNITURE!"
"Certainly. Good luck with your gym match against Brock!" Called James as Red took off towards the museum, an amused grin on his face.
After he was sure that Red was out of earshot, he pulled out a Walkie talkie.
He spoke into it casually.
"Yes Jessie, my dear. I do believe I found a new… ah victim for our project."
The Meowth joined him in chuckling darkly.
000
Blue was in a rage. He had been like this for a while now. In varying states of anger, but the rage had only gotten worse the longer he had traveled.
He couldn't beat Team Rocket, he couldn't beat Red, and he couldn't even bring himself to talk to his grandfather. Daisy had warned him to send messages to them, and sent ones to her every day, but he couldn't get told what to do by grandpa again. To be warned not to mess with Team Rocket.
"Hey, you, Team Rocket guy! Tell me where your boss is?" Blue said, reaching for his Spearow's pokeball.
The woman laughed. "Hello, little boy. You want your Pokémon to be killed? Be my guest."
Her Ekans easily defeated the Spearow, leaving Eevee against her Meowth. The Meowth cackled as it used its slash attack, instantly causing a KO.
As Blue kneeled over his fainted Pokémon. The woman laughed cruelly. "I'll give you one warning: stay out of Team Rocket's business, or die. Your choice. Goodbye, brat."
Blue stared at the boulder badge in his hand. He had managed to defeat Brock, but three of his Pokémon fainted. Normally, one is allowed to use only the same amount of Pokémon as the gym leader.
Brock had two Pokémon.
But Brock had taken pity on Blue, and allowed him to use his entire team. He had lost his Spearow to his first Pokémon, and Eevee and Rattata were both knocked out by his second. His sandshrew was only barely able to win, even with his type advantage and the efforts of his last two Pokémon.
Blue clenched his fist. He would not lose to Red again. He would train his entire team until he had known for sure he was strong enough.
Blue managed a smile. He would NOT lose again.
000
Delia was dreaming again.
She had been dreaming a lot lately; almost every day. Sometimes she dreamed that she found her husband, sometimes that she was battling against the Kanto Champion. She always dreamed about different situations, but all of them ended the same. She always saw bright baby blue eyes on one side, and red glittering eyes on the other, trying to lead her in different directions.
Today she dreamed that Red was dead. She saw his body lying on the floor. She was crying over his body when the glittering eyes turned to her, taking a humanoid shape.
"You could have prevented it you know. You could have joined us. Join me now, and you can prevent your husband's death."
Delia, her eyes shining with tears, slowly raised her hand to shake the figure with the red's eyes.
But a barrier prevented her from moving. NO, I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO CONSUME HER it was the figure with the baby blue eyes. The dark figure with the red eyes retreated, hissing angrily, and Delia awoke, standing in the middle of route 1. She was surrounded by a pack of confused Nidoran (female).
It was late at night. Pallet was completely asleep. Delia sighed. She must have been sleep walking again.
She wondered what was wrong with her. She supposed it was the stress for her son. He was challenging the gym in the morning. She would have to talk to him sometime soon.
She left the fields, toward her house, while red glittering eyes watched her from a distance.
000
Red stood before his four Pokémon. The five of them were sitting outside the Pokémon Gym.
"It turns out that the gym leader here uses rock types. Only one of us has a move strong against them. But Tyrone can't do this fight alone."
Tyrone snorted as if to say that he totally could fight alone.
Red continued. "Ash and Hawkeye, you guys have no moves to attack rock types with. Ash can't damage them at all, and Hawkeye will do barely anything and take a lot of damage in return. Lucina, that just leaves you. But…
Lucina turned towards Red; confused.
"Y'see, the thing is, you can do a lot of damage with your confusion attacks, but you are VERY weak to rock attacks. If you got hit by one, well… it would be risky. What do you want to do?"
Hawkeye looked like he was going to say something, but Ash touched his shoulder. He turned to Ash in surprise, who simply shook his head.
If Lucina were the old Lucina she would have instantly refused; too afraid to join.
But this was the new Lucina.
Of course she was terrified, but she was also prepared. She trusted her trainer, and he would have to trust him.
"Free!" said the butterfly, nodding her head.
Red didn't seem too excited. "Alright guys, let's do this!"
But as he opened the doors, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something horrible was about to happen.
000
"Sandshrew, use scratch attack!"
"Hawkeye, dodge and use gust!"
Sandshrew raced forward and slashed at the tiny bird. Hawkeye easily swooped to the side, dodging the attack, before blasting the sandshrew with wind.
"…Shreeeeww." Moaned the Sandshrew, defeated.
"Good job Hawkeye, you've done your part." Said Red as he returned the bird to his Pokeball.
That was the last preliminary match. Only the gym leader was left.
Brock smiled as he watched the kid with the Pikachu on his shoulder. He was certainly good, that was for sure.
He nodded to the kid.
"Well done, kid. You beat the preliminaries easily. But I promise you that I won't be so easy."
Brock took out a Pokeball. "The match will be two on two. Substitutions will be allowed. Be wary, a death of a Pokémon is perfectly possible, so do not put your Pokémon in stupid positions, for their sake.
And honestly kid, you better not be bringing that Pikachu into battle. That's a guaranteed KO."
"PIKA!" interjected Ash, angrily but Red silenced him. "I wasn't planning to. Are you ready?"
"I am."
"Then let the match BEGIN!"
"Lucina, you got this!
"Free!"
"Geodude, you're up first!"
"Geo. Dude!"
Brock thought silently to himself; this will be a fun match!
000
Pokémon: 4
Badges: 0
Deaths: 0
Levels:
Ash: lv 12
Hawkeye: lv 12
Tyrone: lv 15
Lucina: lv 13
000
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And so it ends, on a cliffhanger too huh? This chapter was somewhat slow, but necessary, in my opinion.
The question this time is: What do you think of my OC. Malcolm. Right them in the Reviews, or send me a pm. Your choice.