Chapter 28: Cerulean, Thief, and Misty
After a long awaited pause from the chill of January, I bring you a new chapter. o wo Um...hooray ? Well, at least I managed to do it. XD Please be aware that some of the things ahead do not make logical sense in the world here, let alone in the pokeworld. Also be aware of that cheesy ending I gave you. D: But um...yay for updating. :D
(Cerulean)
"Secret Agent Man...stops the baddies when he ca-an. Gonna go and get some booze. When we're done, we'll have a snoo-ooze. SECRET AGENT MA-AN, GONNA PICK UP SOME BROADS WHEN HE CA-AN ! NEVER KNOW OUR MORALS ! HOPIN' TO GET SOME ORA-AAH !"
A heavy blow to the back of the head knocked Gold off of his borrowed bicycle. Earlier the group came across a wandering Bike Shop owner who was traveling to Goldenrod City. The man didn't hesitate to take three bicycles off his back and gave them the merchandise. Indeed, they were low-quality, rusted bikes, but they would do the job for riding from the route to Cerulean. At least that's what Kris figured. They'd be able to find that stupid Power Plant and move on with life faster than expected, yet there was still something in the picture that was less than pleasant.
Gold plunged headfirst into a bush, sending an angry Caterpie into another home. He choked on several twigs as he rolled from side to side in pain. They weren't too far from the city (or a hospital) now, but just the short time travelling with the boy could make any pokegod insane. From his random outbursts of singing to his constant insults of the female sexuality, it wasn't hard to figure out why his popularity had dipped into the negative scales. Of course, his stupidness also contributed to the major dislike. Halfway in the bush, he flailed and grumbled as he struggled to try and get out of the place. When Caterpie's harsher cousin, Weedle, poked him in the behind with its stinger, the bush almost ripped in two as the boy jumped in mid-air, howling.
Kris and Yellow exchanged a smug look with each other. Seeing Gold dance around with several angry Weedle made even the meeper twitch with a tiny smile. She hopped up and down in amusement, making sure to keep behind her companion in case flying projectiles headed in her direction. Now that the boy was placed into the equation, she had a new playmate to drive crazy. There could only be one top loony that tugged on Kris's sane strings on a daily basis, and Yellow was determined to keep her spot. No womanizing Gold guy was about to dethrone her.
Meanwhile, Kris continued to smirk. It was a mutual decision to stop cycling and watch the battle between pokemon and human. The angry Caterpie came back, this time with three large Caterpie friends. They circled around Gold's legs, cooperating to make an elaborate String Shot from the waist down. It only took the boy a few seconds to realize this before the struggling restarted tenfold. Somehow it seemed that the entire route was laughing at his expense - the Caterpie, the Weedle, even the clouds in the sky. Kris and Yellow almost fell off their bikes from their stomachs almost bursting. Meanwhile, Gold almost burst his stomach from screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Someone help me outta this thing !" he howled, wiggling around the ground. " I know no one can resist my sexy looks and appeal for too long! It's like resisting a pork chop that's being cooked by that American baby...uh, Pamera Apperson ! It's just too sexy ! Right, Kris ? I know you definitely wouldn't pass up a smokin'-hot pork chop ! So, whaddya say and help this smokin' pile of sexiness, huh ? "
CLONK !
"Idiot," Kris murmured under her breath.
After a few minutes of arguing, shuffling, and beating, the trio resumed their travels on the bikes. During the remainder of the trip, Gold was considerably quiet. He wasn't too thrilled of the loose, sticky strings that still dangled from his pants, but at least there weren't any more encounters with the angry bug pokemon. Kris and Yellow were still amused at the incident and couldn't help showing off their smiles. This was the best entertainment either of them had in a long while.
Soon they finally reached Cerulean, a city brimming with aquatic fondness. There it held a bit more improvement than other cities Kris had travelled to, but more improvement could've been made. An abandoned Bike Shop, probably owned by that Bike Shop owner, was covered in exploded debris and woodchips. Most of the buildings were painted some shade of tacky blue. The Pokemon Center was no exception with its slanted roof of aquamarine. All of the paint used made Kris wonder how effectively Cerulean used its budget. Probably not very well, considering the rumors that Cerulean was finalizing a deal relating to the casino boats.
Actually, Kris knew her business didn't deal with other cities' squandering, but her mother bought a lot of gossip magazines with her earned money. Surrounding themselves with whatever the hell those East People exported, Cerulean's citizens were a tad gullible to certain vices. Number One's vice was the pleasure of gambling. Because of this knowledge, Mr. Eiffel, Cerulean's mystery mayor, was rumored to make a pact with Celadon City's own Game Corner. Soon Cerulean would be invaded by crazies and East People everywhere, bent on making a few quick bucks with the way of the dice.
All of this development would probably be made within the next couple of remakes, though. The trio stopped across a street from a future vending machine building. There, a guy loitered as he chomped on a candy bar. Next to him was a Slowbro, tall and stiff as its pink mass snoozed upright. Gold cracked a smile as he leaned against his bike and crossed his arms. "Got enough space there for you and all of your imaginary friends, tubby ?" he asked.
The guy turned around in Gold's direction and almost spat out his candy bar. He put the rest of the candy bar in his pocket and wiped the remaining crumbs with the back of his hand. Using the same hand, he promptly shook Gold's own hand, grinning. "Ooh, it's not too often that a young lad wants to see me use my awesome autographing skills ! People just see me as the regular ol' training wannabe. But hey, I've got something to prove my skills !"
A badge with a giant question mark stamped on it suddenly flashed in mid-air. The guy looked satisfied at Gold's confused expression and laughed. "Awestruck by my achievement, eh ? No need to praise my wonder, boy ! I won this beauty in Pewter City, west of here. After battling very bravely with my pokemon, the gym leader decided to reward me. He says to me, 'Random Guy Number 206, I give you this badge if you swear to never set foot here again.' So, I played the mercy card and stayed here. It's obvious he couldn't handle my severe atmosphere of coolness, bro."
"Huh. Just one atmosphere ?"
"HAHAHA. Foolish boy ! You don't know the true potential of battling; that's why you crave my autograph !" Pause, drool. "See that Slowbro ? He's my equally cool partner. Me and Slowbro make an awesome team. Wanna see ?"
"Okay, then ! Slowbro, use Confusion !"
Silence, followed by a stifled snore. The trio watched the guy fluster in surprise, then take out a dull stick from his shirt folds. He poked the Slowbro with it, who woke up with slight confusion, and grinned. "C'mon, Slowbro, you can do it ! Show my fan that cool Confusion that we all know could terrorize an Articuno !'
"Yaawrh ?"
Slowbro raised a paw, scratched its head, and rolled over to its side. It yawned, scratched its head again, and nodded back off to its sleepland. The guy shook his fists and proceeded to scream at the pokemon for the next five minutes. Unaware of the power of headaches with psychic pokemon, the random guy freaked out when Slowbro's eyes suddenly flashed blue and yanked its trainer twenty feet into the air. A few people took pictures of the scene, including Kris with her battered Pokedex and long cable-cord. Very entertaining in future years.
In about ten seconds, the guy was released from the psychic grip and fell to the ground. Slowbro went back to sleep in its stiff pose. Gold chose not to rub his proclaimed superiority in the guy's face for once, instead turning away to stare at a stop sign. Meanwhile, having enough of the nonsense, Kris helped the guy to his feet and pinned him to the wall, despite his low-quality remarks. "Hey, girlie, dun think I noticed you creepin' up here. You want my autograph, too ? But nah, you're just a girl. Heh, a cute one at that. Say, you must be my buddy's boyfriend, right ?"
PUSH !
"YOU SEE A SUSPICIOUS DUdE WITH A GIANT-ASS PACKAGE AROUND HERE ?"
"MEEP-MEEP !"
"RIGHT, AND THAT DUDE'S SURE AS HELL NOT MY BOYFRIEND !"
"...yes." Pause. Gulp. The man leaned toward Kris and cupped his hands to her ear. He gulped again and whispered, "Dude in black, girlie ? Yeah, I saw him, though I thought he was a casino dealer at first. He broke into the gym, stood in there for maybe five minutes, then crashed out of the back door and headed north, toward Cerulean Cape." Second pause, second gulp, attention now focused on Gold. "Hey, since you're a smart kid, you should probably protect your girl- girliefriend and her pet squirrel. Lotta East People lurking out there. Yuck."
Gold shrugged. "Sure. I look out for *all* the ladies, even the ones who can't seem to keep their hands offa me."
CHOMP !
"...or squirrels. Mary of Mew..."
(Thief)
"Where the hell did you get that hideous thing ?"
"That guy gave it to me. It had his autograph on it. Jealous, Sweetcakes ?"
"WHAT'D I TELL YOU ?"
"Told me I'm not your boyfriend. So I can wear this if I want."
Gold stuck out his tongue as he pointed to the awful device that was a helmet. It was an ugly shade of purple, blocky and covered in giant rhinestones. After ranting about the dirty East People for several minutes, the random guy sent the trio on their way up north. Now with a helmet, though, the boy seemed to be even cockier than ever as he kicked his bike pedals. "Besides, Kris, you don't know how much of a treasure this helmet is. Did you know it was used as a rock in the setting of Friday Night Hot Flashes ?"
"Did you know that your logic makes zero sense ? And wasn't that movie made in 1977 ?"
" ...can't appreciate anything..."
They continued to bike onward, finally passing the dreaded Nugget Bridge. It was more of an annoying setback according to Kris. In order to get anywhere closer to the thief and that stupid generator part, they had to cross the Nugget Bridge, a creaky bridge spray-painted gold. (And now that she thought about it, maybe Gold's suggestion of wading under the bridge wasn't such a bad idea after all.) Usually when a bridge wanted to be a pest, it had trolls or real-estate agents blocking its path.
Instead they faced a group of kids ranging from six to ten years of age. With their plastic swords and generic pokemon, this group was well-known as the Nugget Pirates. And with Kris's luck, the Nugget Pirates just had to be snot-nosed brats. Not even Yellow could handle the punks. The younger two kids threw golden chocolate coin wrappers at Gold's helmet, which wasn't too bad, then started to throw them at Kris and Yellow. When threats of, "I'll tell your friggin' parents on you !" were made, the two Nugget Pirates jeered back that they were all incestuously related.
The other four kids knew how to be more destructive. A bunch of Rattata and Caterpie used all of their power to torment the trio. String Shots, Scratches, and Tackles were used to shoot rocks and fake nuggets at them. Reluctantly, Yellow used her hat as a shield, deflecting the attacks with the straw figure. Bob and Misty also came out to battle the pirates, arranging a mixture of Razor Leaves and Rock Throws to pelt at them.
Somehow, the attacks didn't affect the little monsters, and it wasn't until the East Monster came that the problem was solved. The trio made no objection nor fight as a giant, purple blob with several tentacles floated on the water and howled like a Gyarados. With just two of its tentacles, the East Monster swatted the Nugget Pirates into the river and suffocated them all under the water and algae. A heavy trail of blood followed to the scene; the East People ignored its mess, seeping back into the river and heading back toward the East. Problem solved.
By now the trio was biking east with no sign of the thief. Gold continued to admire his blocky helmet, fingering all of the gaudy rhinestones and scribbled handwriting. Kris thought that if Gold's ego grew any bigger, the helmet would crush his head and the rest of his senses. Honestly, it was probably doing that already. He boomed like an overconfident salesman, enhancing his awesome and sexy skills right in his head. All he really needed now was a superhero's cape.
As they were about a mere few pedals away from Cerulean Cape, Gold stopped and hopped off his bike. He struck a comical pose as he pointed anywhere and everywhere around a ten mile radius. "Look and behold of this beauty and amazement. Forget being a dashing crime detective. I can be...Super Gold," he breathed. Pause, followed by the others also stopping and Yellow hiding behind Kris's legs. "I CAN AMAZE AND BEWILDER ALL THE SEXY LADIES WITH MY KICK-ASS HELMET !...either of you got a cape ?"
"Meep !"
"Useless women."
Kris rolled her eyes and began to walk toward the cape. From the corner of her eye, she spotted a shadow running toward the lake area. All she could make out was a dirty potato sack, but that was enough of a clue for the girl to pick up her speed, Yellow on her heels. She couldn't care whether Gold followed them or not. If this was the thief (and affiliated with Team Rocket), then he'd definitely be stupid enough to run toward the East. That meant someone would yet again be needed to assist. "Let's go, Bob !" she called.
The poke ball was tossed into the air and out Bob came. Thinking that he was home scot-free for the rest of the day, the Chikorita stumbled in a foggy daze, unaware of what to do. When Yellow's Raticate came out, it pointed out the super-obvious bags that were under Bob's bloodshot eyes. Seeing that Raticate suspected another case of weed usage, Bob began to furiously deny an affair with his love. "Chi chika chi chi chika ka !"
"Raticate ! Raaat-ta-ta raticate !"
Bob turned away, hiding whatever he found to be suspicious with his leaf. Before Raticate could get ahold of him with an intense Hyper Fang, Yellow stepped into the mess, whacking her pokemon with a coiled rope. Raticate chattered in disappointment, but Bob seemed like he wanted to egg on the fight. When Yellow struck at him too, he uncovered his leaf and trotted toward Kris, who shook her head. "Look, you. I don't really care if you act like a stoner on your spare time," she admitted. (True, as long as he'd share his product.) "You-just-look at that strange thing with the sack ! You and Raticate go and attack him. We'll cover you."
"Meep !"
The two pokemon nodded and proceeded to attack the suspicious person with all they had. Despite Bob's current "disability," he managed to pull up the guy into the air with a Vine Whip. If the guy tried to struggle and drop from his hold, Raticate was still on the ground, fangs bared. It would be perfect teamwork, had it not been for one minor detail.
"Gold, you lame-ass ! Why don't you call out one of your pokemon and help us ?"
Gold woke from his ego trip, glaring at Kris. "I can help !" he growled, pulling out a poke ball. "Any one of my pokemon can do what both of you girls' pokemon do combined !"
"Oh, yeah ? Prove it."
"I will."
"C'mon, gonna do it ?"
"I said I will, you crazy bitch !"
"WHAT DID YOU-"
"I'MMA DO IT RIGHT NOW !"
TOSS !
"Karp karp karp karp~ "
A Magikarp flopped by Gold's feet. Kris groaned while he scowled and returned the useless pokemon. "Well, f-k."
"GOLD, YOU'RE AS USELESS AS THAT FISH !"
"Meep meep- mapman !"
Yellow yanked Kris enough just in time for them to see the thief crash into the lake. Bob and Raticate ran in frantic circles, upset that they had let the prisoner (or "mapman") loose. The trainers gasped at how the thief was handled just up ahead at the cape. A grizzly-looking stick with an orange bush had the man by his shirt collar, a position that was obviously uncomfortable not only to him but to another fleeing man as well. The thief, however, was unlucky enough to not be able to escape. "Please, Senorita. This country I am not from, yes. The light power hides in the water of Cerulean's gym building, yes. Do not mean me harm, Senorita Stick - nine lives I do not have, yes !"
"I AM NOT A STICK !"
The trio and pokemon caught up to the scene to see that the stick with an orange bush was actually a girl with a very furious expression. She shook the frightened man around like a rubber chew toy. As much as he tried to struggle, Mr. Engrish Thief could not compete with her strength. It was even worse than the time those angry Mexican wrestlers mangled him up quite a bit. And somehow through that angry glare of the orange head's, Kris had the slightest hunch of who she was.
"Misty ?"
(Misty)
Out of all the people she met over the years (especially gym leaders), Kris found Miss Orange-Head to be one of the most...interesting people yet. Back at Cerulean Cape, it was indeed the tomboyish mermaid, Misty, who caught the generator thief with a single hand. However, "tomboyish" was an understatement, as Miss Misty was angrier than any average boy. After a thorough explanation of the day's activities, Misty almost whacked them all with a heavy mallet. They just had to ruin her date and scare him off with their adventures. It was bad enough she thought of herself as extremely unattractive, but now another prospect had fled. Forget the thief being shown mercy - he was thrown back into the lake. Again, only with one hand.
Naturally, Gold decided to make everything even worse. When Misty said she frequently lost prospects, she didn't think she would be picked up by a moronic kid right away. Gold lost no time in using his inflated ego for the purpose of flirting. Helmet on, he immediately snuck up next to the gym leader and acted cool and collected. "Hey, there," he started, stroking the helmet. "Y'know, I'm not around these parts, so to me you're pretty exotic. We're the good ol' Westies. Heh. And hey, you might not nearly be as pretty or as full as Kris over there, but you're pretty desperate, right ? So do I have a deal for you !"
He pulled out a paper bag and two small pillows from his backpack. Failing to notice the girls' sudden anger marks, he leaned on the fence. "For only two easy payments of $19.95, you can have these and satisfy both of our pleasures ! There's no strings attached - all you have to do is stuff 'em and hide your face, and I can be the ultimate lover boy ! I'll be workin' up a disco fever as we get busy ! SO, HOW 'BOUT IT, BABY ?"
That was how Gold went into the lake. If it wasn't for the helmet, the boy's skull probably would've been smashed in upon impact. Misty twirled her mallet around a couple of times before stomping back to the gym, puffing, vowing to destroy Gold eventually if it killed her. Kris grabbed Yellow's hand and together they followed the gym leader. Following Misty anywhere might not have been the best idea ever, but that generator part had to be picked up somehow.
And soon enough everyone gathered again in the Cerulean Gym, minus three abandoned bikes. Misty was in the back of her post, playing with the generator part as if it was a toy. In one corner was the trusty mallet. Upon arriving to her post, Gold scowled at the mallet and crossed his arms, angry that it half-smashed his helmet. He was only met with a villainous grin by the gym leader. "Too bad you can't work up that fever," she sneered, cackling. "I'm sure if disco wasn't dead by the eighties, you might've had that chance to show off your...jiving funk, was it?"
"I might decide to give back your stupid dignity if you ever win me in a battle, Blockhead."
"F-k battling. I'm goin' back to the cape to score some better-looking chicks. Peace out, yo."
Gold walked out of the gym, finally giving everyone else some peace of mind. Kris stepped forward and cleared her throat. "So, I guess that leaves you and me to duke it out. You gonna give up the generator part ?"
Misty shrugged. "Maybe. After what that jerk tried to pull on me, I should kill all of you. Uh, or rat you out to the police. It's bad enough that those East People always bother along with Team Rocket. I really don't have to deal with a bunch of punk-ass kids. So, suppose I cut you a deal, Kris. Westies love to make deals; so do we, but at least we're good gamblers." She smirked, waving the generator part back and forth. "We have a gym battle, like you said...but if you win, I'll give you back this thing."
"And if you win ?"
"You help me find a date."
(Random Trainer #18a.) "What, can't find one yourself with that sexy hot bod of yours ?"
"SHUDDUP !"
The mallet zoomed at the random trainer's head and back around to Misty's head like a boomerang. Misty scowled at her unconscious apprentice and threw the mallet back into its corner. She grabbed a poke ball from her belt, shaking it once or twice. "Pay no attention to the dumb trainers who don't know what they're talking about !" she snapped. "You think you're so good because you have a lot of Johto gym badges ? You think I'm a pushover 'cause I can't ever get laid ?"
"Kinda..."
"Bitch, you're going down !"
" Wha- "
Kris felt herself fall backward into the pool and become short of breath. She felt someone on top of her, screaming muffled words from the surface. Probably Misty, since Yellow's vocabulary was limited. Drowning wouldn't be such a bad idea, better than living with Nintendo's terms, anyway. If Kris could die and be reincarnated as a Sonic character, maybe she could gain superpowers. Still, why did she have to die by the hands of a crazy redhead ? That idea was worse than being with Gold.
When Kris's head floated back to the surface for just a few seconds, she took no chances. Grabbing Misty's suspenders, she shoved both of them back onto the path. They rolled around, clawing and bruising each other until one decided to pass out and take defeat. Several pokemon and Yellow were the spectators, watching the two girls wrestle like a couple of Machoke. Quite frequently, Misty had visitors to injure at her own pleasure, but not many of them gave her a challenge.
Yellow didn't think that to be really exciting, though, and she started to run around in circles. The girl stick may not have been as bad as the boy with the golden jacket, but she was still an enemy. In the pit of Yellow's mind, Kris was the one who upgraded her from pokekibble to cheeseburgers. Kris was the one who forced her to use the toilet in need of bowel dumping...but that wasn't necessarily a *bad* thing, even though the toilet made scary growling noises. And Kris always knew how to put on a show. Girl Stick had to have been a bad person if she meant damage to Yellow's amusement, and that did not sit well with Yellow.
With her younger comrade in distress, the meeper pulled on her hat and used Rollout, an attack usually used by rock pokemon and Sonic the Hedgehog. The attack was successful; Yellow's launch into the chaos knocked Misty onto a different path, sending the gym leader into a half-dazed state. Kris pulled herself into a sitting position and glanced over at the meeper. There were no serious injuries to either of them, but a small bump to Kris's head was potential for a delay in travelling. Not like she cared at the moment. "Hey, you," she addressed Yellow. "See my belt with the red and white things attached to it? I want you to take one of those things and toss it in the air. Any one'll do." Pause. "Oh, right. And if an angry egg thing comes out of it, pull me back into the water."
"Meep !"
CRASH !
A short green bus broke into the side of the gym and plunged into the pool. Several people in ninja-like outfits hopped out of the vehicle, equipped with unfriendly guns and shields. Following them was none other than Karen in a yellow jumpsuit, holding a vicious-looking Umbreon from killing everyone. Before Yellow could get her hands on a poke ball, Kris clung to her clothes. Even if Karen didn't seem to want to kill them, it was obviously not wise to interfere with any project related to the Pokemon League and their ninja.
The Elite Four member meant business, too. She released her Umbreon, who shot out a Shadow Ball at the gym leader. Misty grunted and hugged the generator part to her chest, glaring at all existence. Karen frowned at her opponent, clicking her tongue in shame. "You of all people know better than to make this difficult for us, Miss Waterflower," she said. "We've given you plenty of opportunities to go straight, but you've continued to make trips to terrorize the East People, which is a felony without proper documentation. It's to the point where your options are jail or otherwise."
"The East People love me !" Misty spat. "They know how to give me good pickings for dates !"
"The East People have issued several death leagues for your arrest in Kanto alone," Karen corrected. "You've caused enough trouble for one lifetime, Waterflower. It's the end of the road for you !"
"RAAAGH !"
"Umbreon, use Shadow Ball !"
Umbreon flipped and shot another Shadow Ball at the gym leader. Misty crashed back into the floor growled. Burn marks were apparent up and down her back, creating holes in her overalls and shorts. Everyone watched her side-ponytail drop into a wave of orange...fireballs ?
"What the hell is she doing ?" Kris demanded.
"Meep meep !"
Three of the ninja raised their shields in terror. Another decided to dive in the pool, rather risking his life with drowning than dealing with Misty. Karen furrowed her eyebrows and pulled out a long whip, scaring the rest of her men into submission. "Hey, I don't pay you to soil yourselves on my time !" she snapped. "You'll have to deal with me if you don't deal with her !"
The men were hesitant but were quick to obey. Gunshots began to fire at the enraged gym leader, careful not to create an explosion with the fireballs. Cerulean's citizens may have been idiots, but Cerulean Gym exploding would set off a full-blown riot amongst the city. Kris knew the ninja didn't care much about that, but her bump wasn't giving her many topics to think about at that moment. There was Cerulean, and all of the crazies she met, and a hot, steamy plate of nachos banned from her because Nintendo was an a-hole. If only she could make Spazwad deliver a plate of nachos to her before she died. Such dreams.
"Mewdammit, you better not die on me. I'm liable, hon."
She felt Karen's hand on her shoulder, cold and strong. Not very comforting, either. "Hey, I thought Will was the investigator in your group."
"Tsk, he's still off-duty. Damn leg." Karen shrugged, not really caring of Will's leg. "So I've been taking over his duties. It's not too bad, except his insists I wear this blinding jumpsuit. This case was at the bottom of my list, though. Miss Waterflower's been a real nuisance around these parts, and- AND GET OUT !"
Kris and Yellow were thrown out of the exit seconds before the badge dispenser went haywire. The girls felt Cascadebadges beat on their backs, along with something heavier.
"Hey, that's the generator part !" Kris exclaimed.
Karen nodded, shoving the generator part into a briefcase and handing two slips of paper to the girls. "Yeah, I'll return that later. You girls are lucky, getting a free badge and a Magnet Pass in the same day. Miss Staller, Miss Schwarz, I'll thank you two for holding Miss Waterflower off." She smirked, patting Kris's head. "Miss Staller, I suggest you get that lump checked out somewhere legal."
"Right, right. Whatever. So, what's gonna happen to Misty, anyway ?"
"Well, she'll be detained and more than likely deported somewhere. Not really my problem anymore. If that slut woulda mess up my hair with that fire...then I'd be a bit more concerned."
"And I suppose I can get rid of this savage now ?"
"Meep meep !"
"With that lump of yours ? You're stuck with her 'til your health bill is clean."
There was silence. Kris grimaced at the thought of Yellow continuing to tag with her, which was a small thought since her head was throbbing. It was true that she wouldn't probably be a good trainer injured, but she didn't need a lethal insurance policy stuck to her. Still, she kept pretty average company for said lethal insurance policy. Better than Gold, anyway. Speaking of Gold...
"YOOO, KRIIIIS, YOU FOUND ME SOME SEXY LADIIIES ?"
From a short distance, Gold was flailing his arms in his own crazy way. Kris grabbed Yellow by the neck and stumbled toward the opposite direction, still dazed from the lump. Karen walked behind them, knocking on the back of Kris's head with her knuckles. "Hey, you, you obviously can't travel in your states ! And why is that creepo kid running toward us ?"
MACE !
"OHMEWITBUUURNS !"
Gold fell to his knees and coughed up blood. Karen glared at the boy and took out a set of keys. Umbreon followed after her as she slipped into a black sportscar. Whatever was happening to Misty in the gym was unthought of by everyone else, especially by the Elite Four member. She beckoned Kris and Yellow to step inside the vehicle, which they only did because doing so would drive Gold even crazier. As the sportscar sped south toward an unknown destination, Kris waved at her screaming rival. Then as Yellow shifted positions on her lap, she saw they were heading toward a tunnel.
An unknown tunnel.
"AHAHA ! AHA-HAHA-HA !"
End
