Convoluted plans chapter 7 : On the hunt! When is he going to become a trainer?
It's really simple in context Stalin: narrator speaking
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I must have lain there for quite a while, numb from my toes to my arms on my back, slowly recovering from the poison the insects had injected into me.
Though I hadn't realized it when I thew the torch I made another gamble, the fire would be very noticeable to anyone in the forest, and, if being curious some Pokemon arrived they would have seen prime prey laying there.
Thankfully though, the fire had been large enough to discourage any would be hunters, other wise I might have been killed then and there.
I slowly lifted myself off the dirt as the poison was removed from my system and looked at the carnage in the cave.
There was nothing inside, nothing at all except ash and cinder.
If I wanted to live here I needed to get better defenses on the double, or face the hoard of monsters that would, at some point, come and check out their new neighbor.
I explored the insides of the cave, making sure that nothing survived my purge, neither insect or their prey.
I didn't want to find skeletons in my new home, no matter how used to them I already was due to my previous city.
But, after a while, I realized that there was no body here, no matter the species
I lay down in the chamber again, the one where I was supposed to die
Again
For the third time in a few days, I really need to go in safer places or something.
But, also for the third time in as many days I survived and turned it around.
Still I needed to stop waiting for things to attack me and go on the offensive!
I would need to hunt once more, only this time I would not hunt wallets and possessions, things that could be stolen from me
No, this time I would not make the same mistake, all my possessions would be unstealable, anything else would only be in my hands temporarily.
I wwould possess food and water and Pokemon and knowledge but no money, no gold, I had learned my lesson.
I was cut off from planning my future by a grumbling coming from my stomach.
Right, I hadn't eaten since before I stole that poke-ball, I don't even remember how long that was, it seemed like lifetime ago
back when I was still just a thief and in Mauville and not in constant danger of death...
Oh well, no use dwelling on the past, what's done is done and nothing can change that, I can't go back in time, might as well accept everything.
Anyways, back on the mission at hand: food!
I need to gather food, and not just for now but I need a stable source of food for an undetermined amount of time, either a fruit tree, a school of magicarp or a nest of weak Pokemon I could use like a farm.
Unfortunately any of those would already be used by stronger, better Pokemon and therefore inaccessible to me without killing those Pokemon.
Which was exactly what I would do!
I had no other choice if I wanted to live I had to hunt my own predators and steal their food supply.
Man, the universe really hates me doesn't it?
Still, I would do what I had to for my justice.
And, I was reminded as my stomach grumbled again, for my food.
I would hunt down a Pokemon far stronger than the previous owners of this base and I would kill it and steal it's food source.
Only remaining problems now were the who and the how.
I would need to stake out the forest for a while to get the who and the how only came after knowing who my prey was.
So that left only one course of action, find a spot in the forest and spy on its food supply from there then steal one from the weakest inhabitant, I couldn't fight the stronger tings that were in this forest, I would have to make do with what I had.
My hunger was growing unbearable, I would have to deal with the first thing I saw or I may not have enough strength to win.
Exiting the cave I began to look for a spot from where I could spy on everyone, like my tree in Vendaville.
I began to leave the area, intent on finding a spot away from my new base so as to prevent people from finding it when I realized that everything in this forest already knew where I was and that not only would having a spy spot close to my base help in case I was chased by something but also that my cave was inside a hill so I already had a spot to spy from.
I began climbing the hill, trying to get a bird's eye view of the forest to find any potential prey.
As I began climbing I saw the remains of a wurmple that had tried to run away but evidently failed.
Though, the insect hadn't managed to escape it had ran far enough to not be a pile of ash and maybe, just maybe it may be edible and calm my stomach long enough for a hunt.
I ran back down the hill and started tearing into the insect, eating it with ferocity I never had before while eating, I suppose it had something to do with my current position but the insect was...
Absolutely delicious, it must have been the situation because I had heard people complain about having to eat insect Pokemon before but to me this was divine, it was god given form in food, it was a taste I would never forget.
Having appeased my hunger for a while I managed to focus back on the task at hand:
Securing a food source
I climbed back up the hill and found the area where I would spy, it was filled with tall grass so that I could hide in it and not be seen from the outside while still being able to see said outside.
It was almost like my tree in Mauville, and the familiarity of the situation must have calmed me down.
I had done this before, this was no different from my usual thefts.
It just had the additional problem of having to kill my prey but otherwise it was just as simple as before.
The first Pokemon I saw was I pack of beedrill, flying low above the treeline, hunting for food, about 15 of them, but I didn't move, I may have been able to kill one but 15 was too much, I would have to find another prey, also the fact that they were hunting meant that they didn't have a secure food supply and that it would be useless to hunt them.
No, I couldn't hunt down the beedrill
The next potential prey I saw was a gyarados, the evolution of magikarp, if I could take it down I would have a very stable food supply for a very long time, magikarp breed faster than anything after all. But the beast was too strong and in a lake, the environment gave it too much of an advantage, it would kill me in seconds.
No I couldn't hunt down the gyarados
The third potential prey I saw was, wait, is that a...
manectric.
NO, I couldn't hunt down another demon, I had spent enough time doing that, thankyouverymuch. And I still had the scars to prove it, it would have to be another Pokemon.
The fourth potential prey I found however seemed more promising, it was a sceptile, as I knew from the slums they were pretty weak in head on combat and hunted by laying traps, if I could kill it and take over its traps I would have my food supply, additionally all I would have to do would be to get in close and use another torch to set this thing on fire and then wait it out, it was covered in plants, I would kill it easily.
I was just about to go get the sceptile when I noticed that it was heading towards the gyarados with a determined step.
Maybe it to was on a hunt?
That was even better I would arrive and, having been weakened from killing the gyarados I would easily kill the sceptile, and it gave me a position to start from when I was hunting him, he wouldn't be able to get far...
I quickly ran down the hill in the direction of the lake where I had seen the gyarados, intent on getting a set of traps around the forest.
The closer I got to the lake the louder the sounds of battle became, it sounded about even.
Good! This entire thing would be useless if the sceptile didn't get hurt in the battle
As I neared the lake even more the sounds of battle became slower and weaker, as if one of the participants was losing.
Even better, I might have been killed if I arrived in the middle of a battle with two fully evolved pokemon.
I Had seen one such battle once, one of the trainers that challenged Wattson had an onix that was too big for the gym and thus their duel was outside, in Vendaville.
It had been a thing of beauty, the leader's Pokemon dancing around the onix like the wind that had looked like an eternal pillar standing tall against the elements.
I had never seen and would probably never see something like that ever again.
It had ended with the onix catching Wattson's magneton in it's mouth while the electric beast spewed weaker and weaker blast of lightning until nothing came out at all.
I had a large case of deja-vu when I saw the gyarados holding a struggling sceptile in it's mouth.
I watched, transfixed as the plant type's final struggles were revealed to be fruitless, and it hand fell over, signalling it's death.
FUCK!
Are kidding me? That was my prey! Did this overgrown fish just steal my prey?
If even beasts didn't respect my possessions then I needed to change something.
I would start by punishing this thing and then I would wreck destruction on everything in this forest, I would make them learn to fuck with me.
Every beast in this world would learn to fear me or die to regret it.
But first I had a fish to hunt and butcher.
The gyarados was already aware of me so I couldn't utilize the element of surprise and the torch was useless against him.
I had to plan this out carefully.
It didn't seem to take me seriously so that meant I had a few seconds after I acted before it fought back.
These few seconds would decide my fate, either die here or start to rebuild my reputation as someone to fear.
The water snake didn't seem to be able to attack it's own back so that was where I would hit!
I ran toward the blue pillar focused on climbing its impressive height.
I grabbed a low hanging branch and somersaulted toward my prey grabbing a piece of it's body, setting my feet into its indents and my hands in the ones two in dents above.
It rears back, angry at this puny human for daring to try and climb it starts twisting on itself to eat me like a steak.
I concentrate and loosen my muscles around my limbs, I only have one shot at this, and I can't be tense when it happens.
The mouth gets closer and closer, threatening to swallow me whole.
But still I wait for the right moment, when it can't stop it's momentum any more.
NOW!
I use my arms and lift myself above my previous position and above the jaws of death, escaping my doom and landing above it's head, on the one area it can't bite!
I had won, it could do nothing to me and I could beat it to death with the unlit torch I had brought for the sceptile...
the club that I threw to the ground to get on the gyarados...
The one that lay there, useless to me...
The one that was my only weapon in this battle...
FUCK!
I was an idiot, I couldn't climb a 20 foot fish without the use of one of my hands!
I was left without a weapon, riding one of the most dangerous Pokemon alive.
Thankfully the fight with the sceptile had weakened it and biting itself didn't help too much so it wasn't at full strength.
It also wasn't dead yet and very angry at the puny human that had fooled it.
I needed to find someway to harm it and fast.
My punches wouldn't work, hits from a kid wouldn't even be felt by this thing, never mind kill it.
I didn't have anything else, I couldn't go down or it would kill me and I couldn't kill it up here.
We were at a stalemate and neither of us had any idea what to d-
OUCH!
apparently it had an idea: pull a demon and start beating itself into the surrounding area to push me off.
However, just like the demon, it had a timer, the wound it had inflicted on itself was bleeding badly, it would die soon, it was just a matter of time...
I could have dropped off the beast then and come back when ti was dead to take my spoils but I chose to stay and accept its final fight for revenge, its last struggle against the unfair world, the final howl of a dying king.
I was not enough of a coward to run away in the face of something like that.
I would stay and not crush its final hope prematurely.
Of course I began reconsidering my thought process when it continued hitting me into the ground.
But I didn't let go, I didn't fall, I didn't lose this final battle of wills this aquatic king would have.
And it was no small amount of pride that I felt when the hits became more and more irregular, when the my ride began to shake.
And when it finally fell dead onto the ground.
I had beaten a gyarados!
Nothing could ever bring me down!
I fell on my back and laughed again, like I had laughed when! I arrived in this forest.
But this time it wasn't to purge my anger and impotence, no, this time it was to celebrate the first hunt of this new me.
And, I remembered as my stomach reminded me off it's presence again, to celebrate my new food supply.
All I would need to do was craft a fishing rod and I was good to go.
