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Dust to Deceit
If it bleeds, it can be killed, or used to entertain. If it cries, it can be silenced forever, or become a symphony of nirvana. If it begs for death... well, don't let it get what it wants, or else you wouldn't be a cold-hearted bastid... and I... well, I'm a prick. It feels good to be rotten!
-Spookoni, A Lesson in Art of Pain and Torture
Chapter 15 - A Lavender Hair Experience
'Okay...' Gina said to herself, her heart pounding rapidly at the scenario set before her. 'This is my first battle ever with Bulbasaur, and is simply my first ever battle!' She grimaced in pain. 'I'm not winning this, especially with Pidgey's flying advantage.' "Tackle!"she yelled, giving the command to start out as simply as possible.
To the command of its trainer, the Bulbasaur took off as fast as its somewhat ungainly legs could take it. Its feet splashed through a puddle of water, as it sprung up off of the ground, in order to collide violently against the flying beast.
The lavender haired male, Dame, however, smiled with a shrug. "Wing Attack." These two simple words were spoken with great nonchalance, as he knew he had the upper hand here. It was, in his mind, almost disappointment. After all, Dame didn't like his victories to be too easy. Regardless of the easiness, the Pidgey did as it was told with a smile. Its wings slammed forcefully into the bulbed dinosaur, and sent it back to the ground in pain. As the dinosaur looked back up, the bird stuck its tongue out at the bulbasaur in a spitefully cruel manner.
Read 'em and weep, little boy! chirped the bird in a harsh, and spitefully cruel tone. You don't stand a chance! The humans, of course, could not understand a word of this.
As the Bulbasaur grit its teeth, Gina spoke again. "Keep your distance." Gina stated. "Use Razor Leaf!" To word, the green beast's bulb opened slightly, allowing for green crescents to escape from within. Moving and spinning fast, the green crescent looked as though it could cut the head off of a man if it were angled right. Yet, there were more crescents, rapidly coming into existence, and before long, there were at least twenty headed towards the bird.
Still, the lavender haired man remained fairly calm. "Pidgey, blow it away with Gust." His shoulders shrugged slightly as he said these words. To his words, the brown bird flapped its wings rapidly, creating a whirling vortex of air, which swept the leafy blades into its swirling fury. With the wind going against them, the leaves blew in the other direction, but no longer were they spinning like a shuriken, or shaped like the crescent moon. Now, they were simply leaves with nothing to do, other than to slowly descend to the ground in a slow float. "Quick Attack!" the command went out as swiftly as the wind kicked up.
The Bulbasaur was not expecting sch swift shifts in attacks, and was caught off guard. In a swift motion, the bulbed creature was slammed by the fierce underbelly of its opponent. You suck coconuts. Stated the bird as it perched upon the floor in a haughty sense of victory. With a lift of its left talon, it proceeded to flip off the teal dinosaur for the second time.
"Is that Pidgey flipping the bird?" asked Jimmy.
Dame shrugged, as he moved a small strand of his lavender hair. "Looks like it, ursaring." He chuckled lightly.
"Ursaring?" asked Jimmy, confused more than anything else. "I do hope that wasn't an insult, because if it was, that was the lamest I've ever heard." After all, he had been called murderer, scumbag, schmuck, tard, and child. While all of them were truths instead of just teasing, they hurt a hell of a lot more than being made fun of for the piercings on his face.
"My Pidgey is rough and tough, and has the attitude to back it up!" He grinned at the pokemon, as he completely ignored everything that Jimmy even said. "Isn't that right, girl?" All he got was a shrugging set of wings in response. "Hit it while its down with Gust." To that, a windy uprising from a set of flapping wings, just like before, sent a violent vortex of wind towards the downed grass beast. Though not tall, it certainly was wide.
Gina, nor her Bulbasaur, were ready to throw in the towel yet. "Jump it with Vine Whip!" she yelled. To this, the leafy creature was hurled into the air, all thanks to a set of vines that sprouted from the same place the crescent leaves were unleashed. Dodging the wind, Gina continued, noticing how close the bird and the dino truly were. "Tackle it." She commanded.
The Bulbasaur, suspended in the air by way of vine, began to wobble, yet it smiled slightly as it looked at the Pidgey. So... little boy, am I? he asked, slyly as the green beast flung itself at the bird as swiftly as it could. The results were not quite as Gina expected, but with a thick shoulder strike from the plant growing quadruped to the bird's underbelly, things suddenly seemed a bit more hopeful. With the small bird crashing to the ground, the green lizard laughed. Ha! I flipped the bird! The dinosaur grinned. Who's a little boy now, huh? Huh? It asked, its tone mocking as it stood over what appeared to be the unconscious body of a fallen bird.
To this, the lavender haired male sighed with disdain. "Alright, that's it! I'm done putzing around!" he stated more seriously. "Pidgey, give the little runt a quick attack." As swiftly as it had fallen, the bird flapped its wings, and swiftly slammed into the leafy beast before it could even see what was coming.
Gina was worried now. This was obviously a well trained Pidgey, much unlike the ones found almost everywhere you could possibly go in the open landscape. "Use Growl." she commanded.
To this, the dinosaur eyed the bird, as it trembled to get back to its feel from the recent attack, and pulled from its voice box the scariest roar it could muster. The result was a bit too adorable to be useful, and in the end, the lizard wound up sounding like an elderly woman at a ho-down, screaming at the very top of her lungs, but of course, it was twenty times less shrill, and twenty times younger in age. Regardless of grandma's screamin' good time, the growl did not have the terror inflicting effect it was meant to have.
The Pidgey laughed in response. How cute... it shrugged in disgust, as it loomed over the lizard, its towering effect only made possible by way of its avian flight.
"Wing attack!" commanded Dame, to which the Pidgey smirked behind its small, yet sharp beak, as it raised its left wing into the air above its head.
"Dodge it!" yelled Gina, causing the Bulbasaur to jump just as the wing chopped downwards to strike. This looked good for her now. Bulbasaur was in a position to strike with a very powerful attack. The question was, what attack would leave its mark and turn the tide of battle in her favor. What single attack could do such a wonderful thing as to yield the green haired girl the victory she needed so greatly? The answer was, quite simply, nothing at all. There was no technique that a Bulbasaur could possibly have at this stage of its life, especially without battle earned experiences to help it tap deep into its greatest potential to unlock powerful techniques beyond the comprehension of the average Joseph or Josephine. Bred
In spite of all of this, Gina was not going to pass up this opportunity to attack. "Tackle!" she yelled. To which the Bulbasaur lunged at its foe, head first, and struck the bird in its back, taking them both to the ground. It was here that Gina had an idea. "Tie it up with Vine Whip!" she commanded with a sly undertone to her words.
The ring faced Jimmy did not like the looks of this. "What are you planning?" he asked with suspicion.
"Don't worry." she stated to Jimmy. "You'll be unharmed, Jimmy." She didn't even turn to face him. It was as though he was just not important at that point in time.
"I'm not talking about me, I..." he didn't get to finish his statement, for as the Bulbasaur wrapped its vines around the flying sass-squawker, Gina interrupted.
"Chuck it into the water!" she yelled, "Make sure NOT to let it up for fresh air."
Jimmy was shocked. "Gina... how could you even think such a thing?" Had the girl lost her mind? Was se spiraling down the same path that he himself had been on for years? No! It couldn't, and wouldn't be possible, not without abusiveness from a parental source.
"I realized something, just last night." Gina stated seriously, eyeing her Bulbasaur with an almost evil grin. "I figured out that I need to not let anyone push me around at all." she yelled with determination. She was obviously angry. "I'm tired of licking boots and putting up with abuse." She eyed her Bulbasaur, who had yet to put the battered bird into the stinky river. "What are you waiting for, sink it!" she demanded. To this, the reptilian beast hesitantly complied. After all, it was not going to betray its trainer, but at the same time, it did not want to commit murder.
"What are you think?" asked Dame, on the verge of panic. "Pidgey!" he yelled, calling out to his loyal winged beast. He looked as though he were about to cry. "No..." he stated, in terror. "Why..." he said, too horrified to make the word sound like a question. "How could you?"
"I have to agree, Gina." Jimmy added with a nod. "What possessed you to even think such a despicable thought?" he asked.
Gina grinned, but her eyes widened. "I... I don't... have any I idea." she sounded as though she had been far, far away, perhaps as far as Mars. One thing was for certain though, "It... I had no idea."
The lavender haired male, meanwhile was crying. His eyes however, produced no tears. "Well now..." he grinned, "I think I'll end this charade." he smiled. "Pidgey, Mirror Move!" he yelled.
From beneath the murky green waters, it could not be seen too well what was happening, but before long, two vines extended from the waters and lashed at the grassy Pokemon, grappling it in a tight hold around its waist. To this, the grassy beast groaned in pain as it tried to slip itself out of the painful grip. "Now, toss it to the water, and stir up a storm." At that, the vines pulled the beast into the murky water where it was released from the vines of the winged mimic.
With the bulbasaur in the water, and its vine whip losing it grip upon its captor, the Pidgey sprung out of the waters as swiftly as it had gone in. A grin covered its face as it began to flap its wings.
"You... you faker!" yelled Gina with disgust. "You put the life of your own Pokemon at risk just to play a trick?" She was clearly repulsed by this freakish pretty boy, who had himself admitted to be ugly.
"Risk?" Dame asked slyly. "No, I was never in any real danger at all." he explained coyly. "I played with you, pretty girl, and want to play with you some more..." he grinned, "preferably naked, with Gumbo no longer alive. He should be dead like the dog he is."
Jimmy's eyes widened at that. Even though it was just a simple adjective with only one syllable of length, the words ricocheted throughout his skull like a spiked rubber ball that would not adhere to inertia or gravity, for its only law was chaos. "Dead..." he blurted in a whisper. "Yes, I should." he said louder, his eyes were wide, and lacking any true emotion. He was paralyzed with fear and memories. "Dead..." he repeated. "Dead, dead, dead." his repetition of the word did not cease. His hands trembled as he gripped them into a fist.
All the while, the bulbasaur was helpless within the sludge water as it thrashed about, its paws desperately trying to keep it above the surface while the pidgey above it flapped its wings at the speed of a humming bird to stir up a very nasty whirlpool and set of waves. Well, little boy... the pidgey cooed in her sassy tone, looks as though it stinks to be you, because you're all washed up! In your face, retard! At that, another wave, powered by the mighty flapping of avian wings crashed upon the weakening creature.
"Bulbasaur!" yelled Gina, scared for her life. "Get out of the water!" she yelled. It was of no use though, for after much splashing about, the sassy bird received a new order.
"It's over!" grinned Dame. "End this now." his tone was calm yet again. "Use Wing Attack."
"Wait!" shouted Gina, her voice echoing about the sewers as she yelled. "I give up!" she yelled. "I give up!"
Dame shrugged. "Very well." It was almost disappointing to end a victory so prematurely, but a victory was still a victory, either way. "Pidgey, stop!" he commanded, causing the bird to come to a sudden halt, its wings only a nose hair away from striking its target. "As much as I like a good finisher, I will respect the lady's request." he grinned, winking at Gina.
"Don't patronize me!" she yelled, taking a deep breath. "I can't stand even looking at you! You're so annoying!" She was running out of intelligent words to vent her anger with. She was, after all, only eleven. "Most importantly, stop trying to get under my skin!"
Dame laughed, "No, I don't find skin removing too sexy, but the cloth upon the skin is a different story." he laughed. "Pidgey, return!" he stated quickly, recalling the sassy pigeon back to its red and white container. Dame's eyes almost looked pleading, but with a dab of irony his tongue licking against his lips as his eyes groped the green haired girl screamed lecherous pervert. "I don't ask for much, I only ask the way to Hallsburg. I am assuming you've been through there, and I am bit lost, mucking around for the correct place to exit."
Gina sighed, holding a Pokeball in her hand. With a click of a button, the drenched and battered Bulbasaur of hers was warped back into the oblivion that people could never venture into "I'm expected to help you..." she began, her tone oddly calm, "when I'd sooner toss you into the sludgy river below?"
Dame grinned, "You're as lost as I am." he stated with a relaxed grin. "You would rather hear me tell you the safest way to reach the suburbs, and find the gym, no doubt."
Gina was not taken aback at all. In fact, she was so bored with Dame, that she was looping her long, green hair through her finger as she spoke. "How did you know?"
The lavender haired male was thrilled to be asked a question. Finally, a chance to inflate his nonexistent ego was presented to him on a platter of even the most mundane of questions. The insignificance hardly mattered. Dame was going to leap at this opportunity like a starving pack of dogs, dying for just one singular morsel of meat juice that could be half the size of a silver dollar. "Well, with my keen intellect, I figured that you were a trainer, based on your sense of bravery to travel through the sewers than to waltz through crowds of angry city people." he hardly cared how pompous his voice sounded, nor did he care to admit his love for his own masculine voice, which clashed badly against his prettiness and pink hair. " As well, if you have a Bulbasaur, and if it is your first Pokemon, then truly, you have come from Mr. Brenetmos."
Gina sighed. "Yea, I suppose I did!" she sighed. "If you got that Corvolden as your first, then I guess you got it from Iptan Beatalgeust." As if his name wasn't peculiar enough, Iptan Beatelgeust, who much of Kertonmel referred to as 'the North Star of Kertonmel,' was a Pokemon researcher, but unlike Brenetmos, his focus was practically that of Pokemon tried and true, while Brenetmos was truly just a man of science. More specifically, a man of science with Pokemon to offer to people, wishing to prove their immunity to the death waiting around every corner, and upon every breadth of the vastness of time, space, and the lack of eternity.
In a nod to Gina's question, the lavender haired one replied. "Yes I am. Born and raised in Lipi." His grin did not fade. "So, will I be able to reach my younger cousin Galla, or will I need to screw the answer out of you?" In a way, his words were literal, as far as a dreamer's words could be, that is.
"Galla?" Gina asked, shocked. "You mean Galla Throxar?" She was almost impressed.
Dame grinned. "Yes, I take it you know her."
Gina nodded, with her mouth wide, before closing it to respond spitefully. "She's a dirty... rotten... !" she spat. "She was always making fun of me because of my bisexuality!" she yelled, her fists clenched in anger. How she would one day wish to smash that girl's head in. Especially for what she said about how Sara Molson deserved to die for being a ty dyke. Neither were true.
"Ah, you know my homophobic cousin, I take it." he smiled, a sigh of contentment escaped his lips. "Personally, I am thrilled by your tendencies for your own gender." He licked his lips, "It turns me the opposite of off."
Jimmy too felt the urge to comment on the matter. "You're a bisexual?" he asked, not even waiting for the girl to finish nodding her reply. "Cool!" he blurted out. "So, what's it like to taste both the sausage and its favorite hole?"
"Jimmy!" yelled Gina in embarrassment. "Of all people, you are in no position to patronize me for my sexuality. Besides, I have no idea."
Jimmy nodded. "Right, I apologize." He sighed, as his mind wandered.
"She is four years younger than me, and treats me like crap." he stated pausing to grin. "Yes, that would make me fifteen years old." he laughed at the afterthought, almost a giggle of sorts. "It's almost enticing, hmm, hmm?"
"No it's not." Gina replied honestly. "Now both of you, be quiet!" she snapped harshly, and got her wish for about half a minute of uneasiness. With a sigh of relaxed relief, the males present felt better.
Dame spoke up, breaking the dreadful silence. "Do ya think you can guide me to the manhole closest to Hallsburg?"
Gina nodded, and with a share of explanations, and directions, paths split up, much to Gina's relief, and Dame's dismay. "I'll see ya, Dame!" the green haired child stated with false enthusiasm, as she mumbled under her breath a few words unheard.
"I know you will." Dame grinned, before snapping his fingers loudly. "Oh yea! I almost forgot! I promised you a little gift."
"I lost, stupid!" Gina hissed.
"I said I'd give you a gift if you gave me a good fight, you never needed to win." he smirked, as he held out a metal sphere in his hand. By deduction from its red and white color, it was obviously a Pokeball. "I'd say we had a fun fight, sexy, even if I was distracted by your small assets."
Gina's response was a mix between a scowl and a sigh, which sounded pretty quirky, in the end. "Would you shut the fu..." she paused midway through her anger. "Small?" she asked, in a small voice. It hurt, to say the least. After all, nobody ever wanted to be thought of as inferior, no matter what way the supposed deficiency presented itself. "Small?" she asked again, her voice louder at this asking.
Dame giggled. "Yes. Don't feel offended though." he grinned. "I like small girls. You are short, small chested, and have a small yet sexy as well."
Gina grumbled as she accepted the gift Pokeball with a rude snatch. "Well... uh, thanks, I guess. But you better stop trying to make me feel miserable!"
Dame tilted his head before he replied with a false pout. "Miserable?" he laughed, "No, all I want is for you to be so happy you could scream! Preferably, with my name amongst the jumbled amounts of words. Granted, I wouldn't force you, because that's just mean... and it's illegal and less fun that way."
"Can we go now?" Jimmy asked impatiently. It was perhaps, rightfully so. After all, he had to listen to this jerk make sexual advances on his redemptive objective, and he was not going to let any harm come to her, whether it were physical, emotional, or anything else to be.
"Fine." sighed the lavender haired one with disdain. He didn't want to see the sexy rear end leave his vision. Still, he had little choice in the matter. "Gina, if it makes you feel any better, I will soil up in Galla's favorite shoes."
Gina's eyes went bright at this prospect. "I think there's some good in you yet, Dame." she smiled at this as well. "Well, good bye and good radiance." she said, with a wave of her hand, and a dash away from Dame, as fast as she possibly could.
"Riddance!" Jimmy hissed under his breath. "I think the word you mean is riddance."
With a shrug of her shoulders, Gina gave Jimmy the silent treatment for a few seconds, until she abruptly spoke up again to change the subject. "So, where is this death you noticed before?"
Jimmy sniffed at the air. "Hmm, it's gone now." he shrugged. "Maybe I'm just a bit high-strung. Who knows?" He sighed at the thought. "Can we just move on?" he asked, a hint of fear in his words.
"Sure, let's go." smiled the green haired small girl, as they continued their trek through the murk of the sewers.
As this odd couple trekked about, in a far and secluded section of the sewers, a strange, thin shape watched. It's face, which appeared to be its entire being, was a dark grey, with a hint of green, a gangrene. Disgusting, and with smoke coming out of the top of its head, which looked like the smokestacks of a factory, and seemed to spew just as much carbon as well. Other than the sickly grey and green that covered its face and the smokestacks on its head, there was not much else to describe this creature, except of course, for the fact that it had an aura that practically instilled fear in any who were to look at it.
This was, after all, no ordinary creature. This was a demon, and one of Kertonmel's legends. This mask was Poxoni, and how he loved the stinkpot of humanity, and eating the sludge out of the sewers. It was almost as tasty as living souls. Fresh, delectable, bright souls. Ah... the mask rumbled in its language. How fun it is to instill terror into the common passerby. It is a shame that devouring them for a blood-soul shower would give away my favorite hiding place. With that, the beasts long tongue extended from its mouth, as it took in a small amount of contaminated liquid, and savored its exotic flavor. This was, for the demon, anyway, truly a rotten paradise.