I have neglected this place for a while. Anyway, seems that the Greater and Less than Arrows won't show up. I used them as captions for Pokemon speech, and Fanfiction net isn't allowing them. Smooth! Anyway, I have a whole big Pokedex for Kertonmel beasts of my creation, and it's 123 Pokemon in size. I'll post it some day, but it contains spoilers. If enough people ask for it, I will post it eventually. Anyway, here's the next chapter, though honestly, it's much further along on other websites.
Dust to Deceit
Stealing my thunder is a serious offense. If you do, you could be charged fatally until you explode. No really, I will charge you with a fine of over twenty-thousand volts. So tell me, do you want to take this shocking risk?
-Sparkoni
Chapter 16: Of Mice And Mend
There, standing before me, was a human. It towered over me, and for a minute, I felt nervous about trying. Yet, I must escape these woods and grow stronger! I must! There's nothing left for me here anyway.
"Okay, rat!" the human says in its tongue. I understand his words easily, for humans speak in very simple languages. "I bet you don't want to go with me, but you don't have a choice." His words sound a bit confident, but I hope this human knows what he's doing.
He is a fool. He thinks I do not wish to go willingly, when I obviously do wish to leave these blasted woods. Then again... I guess I 'could' go down fighting, and test his worth. I'm not going to lay down and submit to just anyone... that's a woman's job.
The human holds a small ball in his hand, which is half white, and half red. It doesn't take a genius to know it's a Pokeball, one of man's most disturbing, and controlling inventions. "Go!" he states. "Let's see if you can put yourself to good use, Spinarak," his tone sounds a bit... unsure, "I've been studying a bit. Let's see what can be done."
With a toss of what I think is his human hand, the ball opens a few feet away from me. From it, a spider is unleashed in a flash of red and white energy. This green pest is about my height, I suppose, and its six legs quiver as it stands before me. Its face shifts backwards, as its beady black eyes look at its trainer. Oh how easy it would have been for a surprise attack, but no, I'm in the mood to be entertained.
Fight? I hear the creature ask in a fearful tone. It's not as though the human can understand it, poor creature. Don't hit me! it yells.
"What are you doing?" the human asks the bug, looking downwards with impatience. "Attack it! Start with Poison Sting." He smiles at this.
The bug turns to eye me now, the slave bound creature ready to perform the will of its master. Yes, it may be controlling, but it leads to great power. Great power that only human contraptions can hope to achieve. I suppose I should be more focused on the battle at hand. In a swift motion, long pins are sent my way. They are swift in motion, but with my natural speed, they are easy to avoid. The pins shatter and seem to disappear as they strike a patch of grass. It is strange, considering the flimsiness of wet grass.
Enough about the grass and the forsook forest around me, its time to handle the human and his pet. I eat bugs for breakfast! I hiss to the small bug, still a few feet away from me.
The reaction the spider provides is not what I was hoping for. Really? It asks with an odd sense of interest, So do I! It sounds happy. I prefer Weedles. They taste good, and put out for such young creatures.
As interesting as it was to know that Spinarak actually did rape lesser bugs before eating, I had a mission. Listen you! I demand his attention with a loud hiss. Unless you or your human is an incompetent moron, I will lose! Got it? I paused, catching my breath before continuing to explain. I will be going with your human, and be one of his creatures, where I will get stronger! Do I make myself clear? I pause to narrow my eyes fiercely. I really despise talking to such an inferior creature such as a human, or a bug for that matter, but I have little choice. There is no other way, unless your human is really, really weak!
The bug seems unchanged by my words. In that case, you'd have to be very weak, the spider shrugged, for my human is not only a screwed up individual, but pathetic at training. Still, I won' stop you from throwing your life away, mainly because I don't give a rattata's rump about you.
"Spinarak!" The human interrupted, oblivious to our conversation, "Use String Shot!"
It is at this that the spider leaps a few feet off the ground, as a silky white flows from its mouth, with me as its target. Like before, I avoid the assault rather easily.
"Do it again!" the human commands.
I'll have to admit, I wasn't expecting a second attack to be unleashed. Being covered in a white sticky string does not comfort me very well. In fact, I feel as though I've probably toyed around far too much.
The human grins, as another human, who I must have been too single minded to have noticed, speaks up. "Phil, I vould suggest..." Yet, his strangely accented words get cut off by the other human.
"No time, Verick," the human sighs, as it looks back at me, "Spinarak, use Leech Life."
It's amazing how sluggish his commands are. Why, I probably could have destroyed this idle spider, but I think I won't. In fact, I can't avoid the sharp arachnid fangs that poke into the skin of my back. I feel it, the blood being drained from my body, and I feel oddly weakened. I can't help but yell in pain.
Maybe I should end my role as narrator. I suppose you are bored listening to the words of a mere rat, and besides that, I really must focus on the task at hand.
"Keep at it Spinarak," cheered Phil, "you're winning this fight... at least, I think you are." As he smiled, Phil began to understand the role of a trainer and the role of a Pokemon.
Yummy blood, said the Spinarak in a happy tone, if only you Rattata could turn me on sexually, I'd feast upon your kind instead of Weedle. At that, its pinching fangs went to strike its target once again, but the Rattata was not going to be a favorite meal. With as swift a motion as the purple rodent could go, it rammed its head at the bug, causing it to lose its biting focus. Yet, the spider only seemed to move a few feet at most from the strike.
Your trainer is rather inept at this, isn't he? the rat asked while lunging at the bug as swiftly as it could. Not that I know the mind of a human, but he seems rather stupid for an already moronic species.
With a leap from all six of its legs to avoid the lunge, the small bug shrugged, No, he's a really stupid human, trust me!
The rat, however, did not heed the spider's words carefully. I have little time to be picky.
"String shot!" yelled Phillip, determined to capture the sly rat.
With a swift step to its right, the Rattata avoided yet another silky laser, to which it once again, lunged at the bloodsucking spider. As it did, its large fangs gritted against the bottom of its mouth, as its eyes shut tightly and its body began to shake violently.
"Looks constipated..." shrugged Phil.
Verick, however, shook his head. "I vouldn't be so sure."
Before Phil could ask why, the rodent was engulfed in a sphere made entirely of red hot flames. It was now charging at its spidery target, blazing both by way of speed and temperature. I think I've changed my mind. It snarled, as it struck the spider dead on with its burning force.
Into a smoking heap did the spider fall, as its eyes glazed over, and its head slumped towards the ground. Unconsciousness had claimed the beast for an untimely nap.
Phil scowled at this. "Return," he sighed, "god damn! I was so close to thinking this spider useful!" With a sigh of discontent, he held the spider's pokeball. In a beam of bright red, the spider was consumed, and sent to a place where men could not go.
At this, the rat's bodily flames subsided, leaving an unburnt rodent, just as conditionally the same as it had been when it blazed down the bug who dared to face it. Wimp! The rat snarled, hoping that its next battle would be far more worth its time, and worth its capture.
"That rat," he realized at last, "from last night! that was the fire breather!" he cheered, laughing happily at his realization. "I'm not insane!" He cheered just once, before realizing something, which caused him to stop. "This seems really, really cliche."
Verick rolled his eyes. "You're really vield, ja!" At that, he pulled a small notebook out of his pocket and a pencil as well.
To that, Phil paid no heed. "A fire breathing rattata is not an everyday thing... I want it!" he stated firmly. "Let's go Totodile," he stated, swiftly bringing out a different Pokeball, and throwing it just as quickly, "Bring me this worthy prize!"
In a flash of energy, straight from the red and white ball, the bipedal gator made the scene. Well... looks like I have to bail Phil out of yet another dilemma, the gator sighed, its voice showing a feminine tint, how marvelous!
The rattata snarled with rage. A woman?! it asked angrily. I am a proud, lone warrior, and I'm supposed to be captured by a woman?! How dare this human send one from the most inferior of genders to take him down.
All men are captured by women. The totodile replied, not too thrilled with the sexist nature of the crude rat. Its your job as a male to know your role to serve and be served with equality.
The rat did not pay attention to the reptile's words. Women should only speak when told to! You have no right to even dare speak to me as an equal! That was it! No more nice fire breathing rattata. If it was the way of humanity to send women to do a man's job, then there was certainly no point in going with the humans, even if an endless supply of power awaited the violet fuzz ball. That's it! I was going to go willingly, but I refuse to go by way of a woman like you!
How mature... the Totodile sighed, as it readied its claws. It was going to bleed some common sense into the rat by force if needed. The only thing keeping it from doing so was its human. Hopefully, Phil had grown smarter over the course of a day. Hopefully enough so to know the command for its claws and water attacks. If he didn't, then it may as well be quitting time for the blue gator. After risking her butt for Phil's useless life countless times over the course of yesterday, the least he could do, would be to learn how to give proper commands. Let's just get this over with.
Phil meanwhile, was as oblivious to the words that were barked out of the Pokemon's mouth. After all, Phil was only human, and like any human, he was incapable of naturally being able to understand the very tonal language that Pokemon spoke. "Let's see if you can do better than Spinarak did," Phil said to the starter he had almost killed not even a day earlier. It was time! It was time to prove himself not so incapable of handling lesser creatures. Not for his sister, in this case, but for himself, and his own sense of self worth.