Chapter Eight: Firefight
"Go, Clefairy!" Jazzy sent a pink, furry normal type Pokemon. The twins laughed along with the rest of the gang. "Do you three fools actually think that a infant lizard, a weak and mal nourished Sentret, and a walking pink fluff ball could stand a chance against us?"
Jazzy gave a smug grin that seemed to suggest that she was hiding something. "Exactly. So why don't you attack? What's that matter girls? Scared of something…?" Jazzy taunted.
Without warning, Rose punched Jazzy in the face. "Eat that! And you're an bitch!" She screamed.
Rocky felt a flare of anger surging through him as he saw Jazzy with blood trickling down her chin from her lip and her luscious and curly red hair covering most of her face.
Jazzy merely laughed causing everyone to give her nervous stares. Rose tried to punch Jazzy again but Jazzy ducked and as Rose retracted her arm, Jazzy grabbed it and twisted it around so she was now in a position to break Rose's arm.
"I can break your arm right now so call of your boys or you're going to have to start trying to punch me with your left hand."
"We sure are lucky we're on her side, right?" Rocky pointed out to Classico as he nudged him with his elbow, Rocky feeling very joyful at the moment because he knew that his Sentret could battle.
"Back off!" Rose ordered to the gang members whom happily obeyed. "Now let go!" Rose ordered Jazzy. She smirked as she released Rose, who stumbled back behind the safety of her gang.
"You just made a bad move." Violet remarked as she snapped her fingers and her gang member advanced with their Pokemon, ready to kill.
"Hey, c'mon guys. Let's not fight like little children. We can talk this out like adults, right?" Rocky bargained, pathetically.
"You punks know too much. You've gotta go." Violet replied.
"Well at least give us time to think of a plan!" Jazzy whined. "Your gang would look weak if you were too desperate to give your enemies time outs."
"Oh fine. We don't want to be doubting ourselves. We'll give you and your sad little team three minutes to think of a plan." Rose replied. Her sister gave her a demanding glare. "What? I'm bored." Rose told Violet.
Jazzy, Classico, and Rocky huddled in a tight circle like football players. "We need a hell of a plan." Classico announced, worriedly.
"No sh*t , Oak." Rocky teased.
"This isn't the time to argue like kids. We gotta scheme." Jazzy interjected. "And I already have a scheme."
"What's that?" Classico asked, anxious to do something than stand around.
"RUN LIKE HELL!" Jazzy screeched as she returned her Clefairy and started sprinting away. A gang member tried to stop her by trapping her in a bear hug but she ducked and kneed him a certain area, ensuring that he will not be able to stand up for several minutes.
"Sounds like an effective plan to me." Rocky shrugged. "Peace out!"
The three burst out of the alley, trash and gang members in their wake. They set off in three different directions in order to throw their pursuers off. Jazzy went north, for the corporate district, Classico ran east to his home, and Rocky ran toward the piers, and found himself between several blood thirsty gang members and the choppy waters of the Goldenrod Bay.
"Ready for a swim in the Goldenrod Bay?" A Goldenrod Wildflower asked, threateningly. Rocky was cornered on a pier which extended about fifty feet into the choppy water, filled with factory waste and trash.
"Don't worry Sentret…" Rocky muttered as he attempted to formulate a plan. Damn you Classico, damn you Jazzy! Who declared everyone for themselves!? He thought angrily.
"Time to die, motherf*cker!" Another gang member taunted. Chills were sent down Rocky's spine as he finally realized that this might actually be the end. Severely beaten and cut up, then thrown into that putrid water where I shall drown. Sh*t! Out of all of the ways I could have died tonight, why is it that the most gruesome fate is the one I fall to? It seems that ever sine I met you just a few days ago, that I my life has had the most excitement. DAMN IT! If you were a Growlithe and that little sh*tbag, Arby, didn't cheat me then I bet I wouldn't be in this situation. FIRE! I need a fire Pokemon.
"Leave him alone." A nervous voice ordered from behind the gang. Even in the face of death, Rocky had to laugh. The good Samaritan coming to Rocky's rescue said, "Leave him alone" as if it was a question. "Excuse me, but would possibly considered not murdering him and waiting here while I go tell the cops." Rose imitated. "Get real, punk."
"I'm warning you." The boy replied. This toothpick thinks he could save my ass? Rocky thought, repressing a laugh.
"Hey, kid, what you want to do right now is just walk away." Another gang member suggested.
"I'm warning you." He replied.
"As you can see, I'm just quivering in fear." Teased Violet. "Who do you think you are, kid?" Rose challenged.
His eyebrows narrowed with anger. "You people should have taken my first warning seriously! GO, Quilava!" A flash of red light came out of the Pokeball and a fire type Pokemon materialized.
"Back off or my Quilava will bake you crisper than toast." The Good Samaritan threatened.
No, no, no, you don't sound confident enough. The Goldenrod Wildflowers won't buy your bluff. Rocky thought, disappointed.
"You may be the most formidable threat we've faced tonight, but that doesn't say much. You're still just an insect compared to our power." Violet taunted.
"Hey, you're forgetting to factor the assistance from my Sentret if you intend to battle this dude's Quilava." Rocky warned.
"Okay, so you're a really big insect, but we'll still squash you!" Rose replied, annoyed.
Rocky quickly considered the battle. They were standing on the edge of the dock. Rocky and the boy were the tiny slices of bread while the Goldenrod Wildflowers were the massive slices of meat in a sandwich. But if Rocky and Sentret and the kid and his Quilava could go on the extreme offensive, then they could force the gang closer and closer together so there will be friendly fire and some of the Wildflowers will fall in the water.
"Hey, kid, fight like hell!" Rocky screamed through the Goldenrod Wildflowers to his new ally.
"Sic 'em, Zubat!" A Goldenrod Wildflower with excessive tattoos ordered his Pokemon. The purple bat flapped its tiny wings and flew at Rocky. Sentret leaped off Rocky's shoulders and tackled Zubat. Zubat appeared to be unfazed. As it spun around to shake loose Sentret, Rocky took ripped loose a plank of rotting root from the dock. Then he swung at Zubat.
Zubat knocked into several gang members. "FORE!" Rocky yelled as he swung the plank like a golf club, hitting an advancing Geodude. The plank of wood exploded into splinters but the Geodude could have been a golf ball. The round rock Pokemon impacted its trainer's chest causing the cracking of his ribs.
Meanwhile, Rocky's helper and his Quilava were struggling with the battle.
"Hey! I thought this was Pokemon only!" He objected as a gang member grabbed him and attempted to throw him into the water. But he was stopped as the Quilava slammed him with a Quick Attack, knocking the gang member into the water instead.
"Thanks, Quinn!" He thanked his Quilava. Rocky spent a second staring at this. Quinn? Yeah, I suppose Quinn is a good name for a Quilava. I oughta think of a nickname for Sentret. Assuming we survive this, that is.
Sentret hopped forward to attack another Wildflower advancing as he swung a switch blade. "Your Pokemon is a worm with fur." He laughed as he tried to kick Sentret. Sentret dodged the kick and before his leg could touch the ground, Sentret bit his other leg. Being completely off balance, the knife wielding gang member fell on his butt, accidentally slicing the ankle of another Goldenrod Wildflower, who fell in the water.
"Quinn, Ember!" The fire Pokemon spat out a bolt of flame. The tightly packed gang members attempted to get out of the way along with their Pokemon. Some of them were knocked into the water, others set on fire, but the dock was also set on fire. While the gang members and the boy whom came to Rocky's aide could escape, Rocky was on the edge of the dock and was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Or to be more precise, a burning and unstable dock and some rough waters.
Fire or water? The irony! Rocky thought to himself. The smoke stung his eyes to the point where he couldn't see anything. His throat and lungs stung and he felt himself being slowly cooked by the fire. "C'mere, you." Rocky muttered as he held the frantically squeaking Sentret.
Police sirens were heard above the roar of the fire but they seemed distant to Rocky as he fell to his bleeding knees. Suddenly, the dock collapsed and Rocky, still tightly holding his Sentret, fell into the acid green water. He thrashed around but he was surrounded and restricted by the debris and rubble from the dock. A salty, bitter taste erupted in his mouth as he accidentally swallowed a throat full of water. His lungs were burning but he only sunk lower. Although he continued to valiantly struggled, oxygen loss overtook him.
I feel… warm. Rocky thought as he gave into the fact the fact that he was going to die.
Then there was an incredibly powerful light in the murky water of the bay. Rocky could feel the electricity radiating out of it as the waves went through him.
You again? Rocky thought as he realized that it was the same paranormal but sentient being that he made contact with in his apartment when he first opened Sentret's Pokeball. The familiar feeling of incredible power and energy surged through him. What are you?
Rocky realized that he was no longer under water, drowning. He was in a seat. There was a constant rattling and he felt warm air blowing on him. Rocky realized that he was in a rollercoaster.
"Hold on buddy!" Rocky looked to his side to see a man and a toddler. The toddler was a chubby little boy with a chocolate ice cream smear on his white shirt. As the Gyarados-themed rollercoaster flew down the track at a hundred miles an hour, the little kid squealed with delight and the man laughed with excitement.
Time to go. A voice said to Rocky. No, I want to see more. He replied. Something about the vision was so… familiar.
A hand clasped around Rocky's wrist. He turned to see Jazzy sitting next to him. "What are you doing here?" He asked her. "Saving your sorry ass." She replied as she jumped out of the rollercoaster, still holding onto his wrist. Suddenly, the scene disappeared and was replaced with water. Dark, acid green water. Rocky's lungs were burning in agony. He was losing it. There was light everywhere. Sentret! Where's Sentret? He thought before he had a white out. I now die, but knowing that I had a father- a real father. Somebody that makes me who I am. I am Rocky- Last name… Last name… No… Just Rocky. All Rocky.
Suddenly, Rocky was in ecstasy. He was lying on the slanted roof of a tall sky scraper, looking up at the clear starry sky. In Goldenrod City, the stars were normally hidden by the smog but not at that perch. An aroma filled his nostrils. He realized that he was being kissed. The seductive taste… the warmth of a body on top of his. Is this the afterlife?
His quickly beating heart skipped a beat as he realized that he was kissing Jazzy. "If you're here, than I am confused. Am I in Heaven or Hell.?" He asked.
"I can make it either one, smart-ass." She replied before rolling over and throwing Rocky off the skyscraper. He screamed as the ground became more visible like a microscope zooming in on a specimen. *SPLAT*. Rocky awoke as his hallucinations induced by almost drowning dissolved. Staring at the darkened night sky as the white noise of the city roared in the background, Rocky thought to himself, I'm alive.
