And thus wraps up this first fanfic of mine. It was pretty much two years ago that I wrote this whole thing out, and the sequel, for that matter. This marks the first step in this little writing chronicle of mine. Anyways, without further ado, here's chapter 10!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon
Slate and Silver landed on the demolished roof of the Pokémon Tower. As he stepped down from his Pokémon, pieces of metal and plastic crunched under his feet. Looking about, he was startled to see the place was practically leveled. A smooth ruffle behind him caused him to wheel around. In front of him stood none other than Mewtwo, the Genetic Pokémon. Its eyes were closed, but Slate could see an intense purple aura around it, much greater than the aura that surrounded any of Hunt's Pokémon.
Nerving himself, he called out to Mewtwo, "Give up! You won't get away with this, Mewtwo. There are better ways to gain power, and less painful ones too." A low ripple of laughter escaped Mewtwo's lips, and its low hollow voice reverberated throughout the roof of the Tower. "But why? Who's to say what's right and what's wrong? As long as I have this power, this strength, I don't care how it comes about!"
At that, it brought its hand forward, glimmering with the power of an unknown attack, and launched it towards Slate. Slackjawed, he could do nothing as the blaze of light neared him, threatening to take his life. Then, Silver flew in to take the hit. It knocked the Iron Leg Pokémon back into Slate and instantly defeated Silver, who was already exhausted from the battle with Hunt. The last thing Slate noticed before passing out was red eyes surrounding him, and Mewtwo's evil laugh.
Slate moaned as he got back up. Looking around him, he saw he was back in the Underground City, and was in the middle of a battle with a spiky haired punk, who was using a Manectric. Slate's Pikachu was out on the field, and was about to execute the electrified Iron Tail attack when the Manectric suddenly used Bite on its leg.
Pikachu screamed out in pain as the fangs dug deeper and deeper into its flesh. Manectric wasn't finished though. It followed through with a Thunder attack, which coursed through the injured mouse, and tossed the Pikachu back towards Slate. Catching his Pokémon, he saw that its leg was nearly chewed off, and the color was fading from it from blood loss. Slate screamed and blacked out.
When he woke up again, he was witnessing the battle between Hunt and Chrighton. All was going well until the point where Alakazam reversed the tables on Marowak. Instead of calling it back, though, Chrighton simply stared and laughed. Slate was confused beyond words. Then, Marowak began to change shape until it became Gem, and Chrighton became Hunt. All around Slate, people began changing into Hunt.
Gem screamed in agony as Alakazam held her within its mental grip. Slate rushed onto the field, calling out Silver to help him free Gem. As his Pokémon came out, though, it fell apart, leaving Slate staring at a pile of scrap metal that once was his most loyal partner. Gem screamed louder once more before falling to the ground. Slate picked her up, and held her limp body to his chest, sobbing as he did so. Then, Alakazam came at him with a Focus Punch, and he knew no more.
He woke up once more, this time watching Bob and Mary get mutilated by Seviper, who had defeated his Pikachu and stabbed it fatally through the heart. Random images flashed before his eyes, nightmares he had while trying to sleep in the Underground City he never wanted to see again. His darkest fears surfaced to haunt him. Hunt was stabbing Gem when she ran to congratulate Slate on his victory.
Steelix smashed Pikachu and Lapras together, leaving them to die before turning to Slate to catch him in a powerful Crunch attack. Slate screamed and began running from the images that haunted him. He crouched on the floor, wrapping his arms around himself as he sobbed, surrounded by his greatest fears. All throughout, he could hear Mewtwo and Hunt laughing, ever so tauntingly.
Tears streamed unchecked down his cheeks, and he screamed for them to go away. One tear struck the satchel that Gem had given him, then another. He hugged the satchel as he cried. Then, the unexplainable happened. The satchel began glowing with a mysterious light and began to float upwards out of his shocked hands. Glowing ever brighter, it drove away the nightmares that haunted Slate. Finally, it let off one last blast of light, blinding Slate.
Slate woke up with a jerk. He was lying on Silver, who was unconscious from Mewtwo's last blow. All about him, ghost types that had been tormenting Slate with Nightmare and Dream Eater were now cowering in fear. Slate wondered, and looked at Mewtwo, who also had a look of fear etched across its normally emotionless face.
Feeling a strange tugging at his throat, he looked down to see the satchel that had saved him from himself in the depths of his mind glowing, and floating just as it did when he was out. Slowly, it came loose from the cord that bound it to his neck, and began floating higher into the sky, slowly spinning and letting off more light. The ghost Pokémon, scared, hid behind Mewtwo, their apparent leader, their red eyes glowing relentlessly.
The satchel began letting off pulses of light quicker and quicker before it finally exploded in a blast of light. In another flash of light, Slate's entire fallen party emerged from their Poké Balls. Slate looked about in amazement as a shower of tiny shimmering particles fell onto him and his party. Somehow, he felt all the exhaustion from battling, all the aches and pains, just magically burn away in a pulse of heat.
As more particles fell onto his Pokémon, they began glowing until finally, the last speck fell and they each let off a pulse of light. When Slate got his vision back, he was startled to see his Pokémon all standing, and looking perfectly fit as if no damage had been done to them. As this happened, a bird could be heard, calling high in the heavens. Shocked but for a moment, Mewtwo said one word: "Charge!"
The Ghost types bunched together, then attacked. All of Slate's Pokémon, with the exception of Silver, instantly formed a ring around Slate, Silver, and Mewtwo, fighting off the Ghost Pokémon. Catching his eye, Pikachu grinned at Slate before braining a particularly nasty looking Gengar with its Iron Tail.
Getting the message, Slate and Silver turned to face the superpowered Genetic Pokémon. Smiling, Slate asked Silver if it was ready for battle, and received an affirmative response. "Let's do it! Mewtwo! This is your last chance. Give up or get ready for the beating of a lifetime!" "Never!" came the hollow response, before Mewtwo began charging in for a Mega Punch.
Silver slid to the side using Agility and attempted to use a Metal Claw. Mewtwo simply warped out of the way, leaving Silver to slash thin air. Reappearing at the far side of the field, it began to summon a ball of fire between its outstretched hands. Focusing its mind incredibly with the absorbed power of the machine, it magnified the power of the Flamethrower to massive proportions. Slate was ready, though.
Calling for a Rock Tomb, Silver complied, smashing its claw into the ground, forming 4 giant pillars of rock in succession, which the Flamethrower crashed onto. So great was the heat that the first pillar it met melted, but did not meet the second pillar. Instantly cooling, the lava left a large black mark on the ground. Then, Silver launched a counterattack.
Retracting its arms into its body, it initiated the spinning Metal Claw attack, smashing through the three remaining pillars, reducing them to a pile of rubble and dust. Mewtwo immediately braced for impact, but it wasn't to be. Spinning around Mewtwo, Silver initiated a Sandstorm attack. Its rapid motions kicked up the rubble from the demolished pillars into a giant maelstrom of dust, sand, and rocks.
The tornado engulfed Mewtwo, who screamed in pain as the small sand particles ripped at its body, creating small abrasions on the surface of its skin. That wasn't the worst, though. Giant chunks of rock smashed at Mewtwo, threatening to break bones. Then, Silver came in for the kill. Whirling in a devastating Metal Claw attack, Silver slashed relentlessly at the hapless Genetic Pokémon who could do nothing to counter.
Its temper aroused, Mewtwo closed its eyes to focus, and let out a blast of psychic power, sending Silver and the dust tornado into the ground. Silver stood up, ready to combat Mewtwo once again. Using Agility, Silver sped about the field, too fast for the Genetic Pokémon to pin down. Angry, it let out a withering Psychic attack in all directions. Silver retaliated by charging in while using Protect, positioning itself next to Mewtwo. Swinging its arm up in a Metal Claw attack, it launched the surprised enemy into the air.
Then, Silver spun over Mewtwo. Tensing itself for a second, it initiated the deadly Meteormash attack down onto Mewtwo's head. Sensing the impending danger, Mewtwo used Psychic to form a barrier about itself. Steel clashed onto energy as Silver's Meteormash attack collided with the Psychic barrier. Facing off against each other, Mewtwo's eyes were full of anger and hatred. Sparks flew as the meteor-like punch and psychic energy bounced off each other, leveling parts of the field as it did so.
Finally, the pent up energy from the attacks colliding was too great, and both Pokémon were sent to opposite sides of the field in a stalemate as the onlookers duked it out amongst themselves. Charging itself up, Mewtwo threw out a mighty Shadow Ball, enhanced by the powers of the machine. Instead of dodging, though, Silver countered with Psychic. Rather than trying to reverse the attack, Silver shocked Mewtwo by splitting the giant Shadow Ball into smaller Shadow Balls, which it sent into the crowd of Ghost types to aid its fellow companions in battle, who were beginning to get swamped by the never ending swarm of ghost types.
The small Shadow Balls exploded on contact, knocking out countless Ghost types, giving Slate's Pokémon the breathing room they needed to defend the battlefield. Mewtwo, shocked for a moment, roared in anger, but was cut off by a sharp pain in its body.
Slate was surprised by this sudden movement, but then noticed that Mewtwo's body was covered with sweat, and the Genetic Pokémon was trembling. Bob's voice suddenly floated to the top of his mind, saying: "The results, though, are disastrous. It completely depletes a Pokémon, and if used too much, can cause so much stress that it can kill the Pokémon in question. It's the perfect weapon, sure, but is it worth it?"
Slate realized that Mewtwo was exhausted. The stress of absorbing the machine's full power was inevitably greater than simply being a pawn of its strength. Mewtwo was feeling the stress full force, and if nothing was done about it, it would die of exhaustion. Realizing that Mewtwo was simply a pawn of Hunt's sick game, Slate resolved to free it of the machine's influence.
Taking advantage of the Genetic Pokémon's moment of weakness, Slate called for a Meteormash. Already powered up by Agility, Silver fairly flew into the attack, sending its glowing claw in for the deadly attack and smashing Mewtwo into the ground. Mewtwo screamed in agony as the sharp golden claws dug into its chest, but could do nothing, its focus fluctuating with every turn.
A red aura surrounded Silver for a second, then disappeared. Satisfied, Slate called for the end of the battle. "Silver, Shadow Ball!" he shouted. Mewtwo's eyes widened in horror as the cross on Silver's face began to glow with a dark aura, and began sparking menacingly. The ball of dark energy formed in front of its face, and with a roar, Silver brought down the fully charged Shadow Ball, powered up by the attack bonus from Meteormash (hence the red aura).
The Ghost attack ripped through Mewtwo, relentlessly torturing it. Finally, Mewtwo gave in and fell into blissful unconsciousness. The purple aura that surrounded it began to pulse erratically before blowing out of Mewtwo's body for good, sending Silver flying as it did so. The crowd of Ghost Pokémon, now released from Mewtwo's mind control during its period of insanity, faded into the woodwork.
Slate's Pokémon rushed to his side, facing Mewtwo in case it got up. Slate, smiling, said, "It's over guys. There's nothing to worry about from Mewtwo anymore. It's free." Looking at Slate for a second, his Pokémon seemed doubtful. Then, they broke into cheer. Without warning, Mewtwo began to stir. His Pokémon tensed, but Slate was not worried. The Genetic Pokémon stood, but stumbled. Slate ran over to catch it, and it looked at Slate gratefully.
It uttered two words: "Thank you…" Then, it disappeared, leaving Slate clutching thin air. He smiled. "Any day. It's my duty…" Slate's Pokémon rushed over to him, jubilated that they had won the final battle. The sun was setting on a war ravaged landscape, but the sun always rises the next day. That day would be one of rebuilding. Slate smiled. Then, a wind blew by, and a scrap of cloth landed on his outstretched hand. It was from the satchel.
Looking at it momentarily, he cast it into the air. Then, he called back all his Pokémon but Salamence, which he climbed on. The dragon took flight once more, this time flying into the setting sun. Slate had a promise to keep.
The next day, the radio on the PokéNav was blaring as two people lounged on a beach. "Yesterday, the battle between our League Champion and the deranged criminal Hunt was waged, with none other than the League Champion emerging victorious. The Champion, who was slandered for months, was battling it out in the Underground Ring, trying to help us above ground by defeating Hunt.
Shortly after he won, Slate departed on his Metagross, named Silver, in the direction of the Pokémon Tower as authorities apprehended Hunt. Slate then battled none other than Mewtwo, who was captured by Hunt, and won. Hunt now faces charges of conspiracy and treason. His trial is set to be on the -"
The young man cut off the radio broadcast, and turned to the young woman at his side. "Well, I think they summed it up pretty well, don't you Gem?" "Slate, if you ask me, that guy Hunt's getting off easy! They really didn't do you justice," replied the woman named Gem. Slate simply laughed and put his arm over her shoulders and watched their Pokémon play. Then, the PokéNav began to ring. Slate picked up the call, which was from the League Chairman.
"Slate, it's good to see you in one piece again!"
"Likewise, Sir."
"I really don't know how to thank you enough. If there's anything you want, money, publicity, anything, I'm willing to give it to you. I'm sure the general public is as well. You've earned it."
Slate looked at the young woman resting by his side and smiled. "No, sir, I don't think anything's necessary. I've got all I need right here." "So be it. I've got to rush to the news conference, so I'll see you later at the party?" "Party? Oh, yeah! Of course, the party! Yes, I'll see you there." The call was terminated. "Slate, you never told me about any party!" a furious Gem shouted.
"I forgot! But since we're talking about it, would you like to accompany me?" a sheepish Slate asked. Blushing, Gem nodded. "Great! It's a date! Come on, I haven't had a chance to play in the sand in years!" "League Champion, huh? I've seen five year olds with more sense," Gem teased. "Oh really?" Slate dragged Gem into the surf and began to splash her. Spluttering, she splashed him back. The beach rang with their laughter as they played while their Pokémon watched, smiles on their faces.
Well, for a first fanfic, I think I did rather OK. I'm not going to say I did well, since there's a heck of a lot that I can improve on this with. Anyways, I hope you liked the ending! Leave a review! Also, I'm debating whether or not to post up the sequel to this story of mine. Input is always welcome!