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XVI : Behind the Iron Mask and Razor Claws
"How could we fucking loose!" I screamed, "We fucking lost, how did we loose? There is no fucking way my strategy could have been fucking wrong. If Michael had had some fucking brains, and not been a stupid shit, he would have caught a fucking Trapinch (he would eventually, but more on that later)" I let out a scream of frustration.
"Hey, is Angela cursing more then normal?" Rush asked.
"Fucking asshole, I ought to fucking come back and blow his fucking head off"
"I can't tell" Titan said, shaking slightly as he walked. Rush frowned.
"Something wrong?" He asked, concerned. Titan giggled nervously, and shook his head rapidly. I was to busy cursing to notice Titans' problems. Leaving the gym was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. My little legs felt like cement, and the heat made the day feel like hell on earth.
"There is a 24 hour time period before we get to try again" Michael said, "But I want to spend a day training" He looked down at us, and smiled. "Don't worry, we're going to beat him next time" Titan began to cry, although the only way you could tell was if you noticed little lines of water leaking out of the holes in his iron mask. None of us did.
When we got to the pokemon center, Flash was now wired to what was essentially a giant battery, along with all of the other machines. The battery thing kept making little zapping noises, right before the heart-rate monitor beeped. The battery was keeping him alive, making his weak organs work.
"His heart stopped for almost a minute" Lisa said, "They need your permission to get him into surgery?"
"S-surgery?" Michael asked, stuttering a little. He looked unsure of every thing, but trying to comprehend what was happening. He obviously wasn't. "I don't understand"
"Electric type pokemon produce their own electricity, which keeps their bodies running. Flash needs to literally needs to be jump started" Michael gulped, then nodded.
"I don't care, what ever needs to be done" Michael paused "How are we going to be paying?"
"Don't worry 'bout paying dude" Louis said, beer in hand, "It's gonna be paid by good old cousin Lou" Who the hell says that? Even more, where the hell did he get the beer from?!
I bet every one expected me to be concerned about Flash, but to be honest, I wasn't very. I mean, if he died I would be sad, but I didn't really know him. I was more upset by the way he was dying, then the actual fact he was dying. No body deserved to die that way, but I would feel the same way no matter who was in that situation. That may not be the nice, romanticized view people choose to take on death, that you automatically care about some one if they're dying, but it's the truth
A couple of nurses came in, one holding a clip-board. They asked Michael to sign over permission for surgery, and wordlessly, he signed. They left, and a minute later, a few more nurses came in and removed all but the battery from Flash.
"Can I watch?"
"It would be better if you didn't" The nurse said. I noticed she was wearing rubber scrubs, I suppose to prevent electrocution. They then wheeled Flash out of the room, wheeling the battery as well.
"Bye Flash" We said in unison.
"Please live" Michael whispered.
An hour later, Flash was still in surgery, and no sleep was taking its toll on most of us. Louis and Lisa were asleep, and Rush had fallen asleep in Lisas' arms. Enfer was on the floor on her side. Michael was asleep, and I was fighting hard to fend off drowsiness. The only people awake were Titan and Virgil (I think). Titan was shaking a little, but I don't know why.
"Alright, I give" I mumbled, curling up. Right before I closed my eyes, I saw Virgil walk over to Titan.
"God knows I'm extremely uncomfortable with these types of situations" Virgil said, "But your shaking is annoying to me, so I must ask, what is the matter?"
"T-they've told me Michael wont get rid of me"
"So?" Virgil obviously didn't care if he heard the answer or not.
"I'm afraid he will" Titan said, straining with each word. "I've never told any one this, but I've been captured before" I opened my eyes, smelling dirt.
"Really?" Titan nodded.
"I was released, and I can't be released again" Titan said, "I just can't take it"
I'm going to turn over narrating duties to Titan for this part of the story, since I experienced none of it. I hate to let some one else tell you a story, but Titans' story is important to mine. Well, it is eventually.
Most pokemon actually don't mind getting captured. That's something humans don't understand, for pokemon, getting captured is the chance to have an adventure. When a pokemon gets captured, they expect to be making a bond that will last a life time. That's a crock of shit.
"Come on Ambrose, a little longer" Easy for him to say, I was the one who was having trouble staying up. That irritating Marill hit me with another water gun, hitting me in the eye.
"I'm trying Bimmy" I was on a beach, something I hated because I sunk into the sand when I walked. My trainer stood behind me, a boy named Bimmy. That's right, Bimmy. His parents must have hated him. I didn't though, in spite of the fact he named me Ambrose, I loved him.
"Alright you stupid tin can, use rock-throw" I nodded, and pulled rocks out of the sand (they just sort of came out of the ground). I tossed them at this giggling blue ball, except they bounced off of the ball, and hit me in the face. They didn't crack my mask, my mask shattered them into gravel. I can't wait to evolve into Aggron, my armor will be able to deflect a missile.
"God you're worthless" Bimmy said, sighing. "I work so hard with you, and you give me this shit. Alright, use tackle" I ran, as fast as my little peg legs would carry me, and hit Marill head on. I ended up flipping on my back after flipping twice. The Marill then shoots a water gun on my exposed chest. It burned so much, I began to see little white spots from the pain.
"GET UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Bimmy screamed, throwing sand on my as I squirmed, "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!"
"If he doesn't turn over, we win" The Marills' trainer said, a smile on her face. The Marill was also smirking, and since I couldn't beat her trainers' face in, I would settle on her. I used most of my energy to flip back over.
"Tackle again you fuck!" Bimmy yelled, spittle flying from the corners of his mouth. I took off, faster then my legs could carry me, until my blood turned to acid and was burning me alive. I ignored it, and hit the Marill head on, sending it flying into the air. The only way I was going to beat her was if she never came down.
Bimmy yelled at me to do a rock throw, but I had already started. I threw one, and it bounced the blue ball up, a second threw it higher. As it came down, I threw another rock and bounced it up again. I might have felt sorry for the little blue girl, except I wanted to win. No, that's not true, I had to win. Bimmy had made it very clear, the next battle I lost really would be the last battle I lost. He would release me, probably was going to any ways.
Finally, a rock missed the Marill, and it fell out of the sky like a big blue bowling ball. I ran, so it would land on top of me, and when it did, it bounced hiiiiiiiiigh! I had calculated it in such a way (people automatically assume I'm stupid) that she would hit her trainer on the head when she came down. Her trainer evidently didn't like getting bonked on the head. She spun like a top, before collapsing face first in the sand. I laughed my ass off. I won, I won! At this point in time, I had won three battles, and loss nineteen. I was not very good.
I trotted back to Bimmy, a smile on my face under my mask (Aron do have mouths, you just can't see them). Bimmy looked at the unconscious trainer, at me, and back to the trainer. He bent down, to where he could see me, and at first I thought he was going to congratulate me. Instead, he felt around in the sand until he pulled out a small rock. He then pitched it at my head.
"You dumb ass" Bimmy said, "Why the fuck did it take you so long to win? When you battle, you reflect me. Jesus, let's get out of here"
I had been born and raised in Granite Cave in Dewford, by my Lairon parents. They had both believed that evolving any higher was a waste when you had no interest in battling, all they cared about was raising me and my 22 siblings (5 brothers, 17 sisters). They wanted us never to be captured, they kept us in the lowest chamber in the damn cave. That didn't work though, because I wanted to get captured so that I could get stronger. Eventually, I was wondering through the various chambers in the cave, and I ran into Bimmy. History was made.
Bimmy had an interesting view on life. He believed that if he ever lost a battle, it was because some one else cheated. Bimmy wanted to be a trainer, largely because both of his brothers, Paul and Zach, were coordinators. He wanted to beat, as he put it, the two fruits at life. Paul and Zach had gone on to compete in Sinnoh, after doing fantastic in Hoenn. Bimmy couldn't beat random trainers on the beach, I was the one who did it. My strength carried us, mine!
After the battle, we went back to Bimmys' house. Where his parents were, I don't honestly know. Bimmy brought me back to feed me, something I'm sure he only did because I was tired, and we couldn't battle until I ate. While I ate, Bimmy went to his room to jerk off, and Bimmys' families pet came into the room with me.
"Hello Ambrose" Diana said. Bimmys' family kept a Skitty as a pet, one they let Bimmy name. He claimed she was named after the hunter goddess, I bet on she was named after Diana Rigg. I flipped my iron mask back over my face (no one is allowed to see an Arons' face but an Aron), and turned to her, smiling.
"Hello Diana, have you reconsidered my offer?"
"To have you mount me in the back yard, and take me until the early hours of the morning?" Diana laughed, "Yeah, I'd rather be ripped limb from limb"
"So that's a firm no?" She swatted me with her tail. "Never hurts to ask"
"Good, because now I must ask" Diana said, "How are things with you and Bimmy? Are they getting any better"
"No" I said, sighing. "He still treats me like garbage. I don't know why, I don't deserve this"
"I know you don't" Diana said, "But I can even understand how Bimmy works. Bimmy is so determined to prove his superiority to his brothers, that he will literally do any thing to prove it. He wants to be strong, but he wants to be strong over night. Even if that means treating his pokemon like crap, and releasing them"
"Me being them" Diana nodded, "How do you know so much about humans?" She let out a nervous laugh.
"Uh, I'm just smart" She said, "Oh look, Bimmy" I turned my head, to see Bimmy coming, scowl firmly painted on his face.
"Time to go Ambrose" He snarled.
Back to the beach we went, something I really did not want to do. Lot's of trainers all around, it didn't take Bimmy long to find competition, in the form of a girl who looked like she did a thousand stomach crunches a day. Bimmy and work-out girl stood twenty feet apart, and I waited for her pokemon.
"What could it be" I mumbled. The girl enlarged the pokeball, and released something small. It had blue and black fur, a little muzzle, and the beginning of spikes on its paws, a Riolu. Great, just great, a fighting-type. My ass will get kicked, the only way it could be worse would be if it were a Lucario. It was neutral to steel-type moves, would Bimmy know this?
"Ambrose, use rock throw" Evidently, not. Sighing, I pulled rocks out of no where, and started throwing them at Riolu. Riolu evidently knew brick-brake, and smashed each rock as them came. It then rushed at me.
Since I had all of the speed of a rock, and I was having to run backwards, and I ended up flipping on my back, kicking my four legs in the air. Riolu jumped and used drain punch on my stomach, hurting me and draining me at the same time. It was like getting hit by four punches. Pain so intense, that I thought my stomach was about to crack open.
"Don't let him up, use force palm" I screamed, as Riolu forced it's little palm across my stomach, paralyzing me. Now I couldn't even scream, or move. "Use focus blast to finish it" A beam of energy shot out of that little bastards paws, throwing me into the air and flipping me like a coin. I didn't even remember hitting the ground.
The only way Bimmy could transport me while I was unconscious was in my pokeball, a vile contraption that I hated with all my heart and soul. When I regained consciousness, I was still paralyzed, and standing at the entrance of a cave. Granite cave, oh God no. No please no.
"Ambrose, I'm returning you where I found you" Bimmy said, disgust in his voice, "You've been a disappointment, and a weakling, I can't have that. So good-bye, and good riddance" He told me all of this to my back, and left with out bothering to even look at me. I couldn't turn to him, since I was paralyzed. I couldn't cry, or move. All I could do was stare at the cave, and listen as Bimmy smashed my pokeball.
"I was able to move in a few hours" Titan said. My eyes' were almost bulging out of their sockets. You never really know some one, do you? "Any ways, I couldn't find my family, so they were either captured or gone. I lived alone until Michael captured me" Virgil nodded, having listened to the entire conversation with out moving. "But, I no longer feel any anger over Bimmy"
"Yes you do" Virgil said, "You feel indescribable anger"
"No I don't"
"You changed your trainers name to Bimmy, but you left his brothers names alone. You would only do that if you really hated him" Titan sighed, then started to giggle.
"I don't hate him" He looked up, a crazy look in his eyes, "I want to kill him. When I evolve into Aggron, if I see him again, I will brake him in two" Titan seemed giddy about this.
"Don't Titan" Virgil said, "You need to forgive Bimmy"
"What do you know?" Titan snarled.
"I know about anger and rage" Virgil said, in an icy voice. "It can eat you up inside, make you do something you regret, make you kill. It'll come back to haunt you" Virgil almost seemed to have emotion, "To get over it, you need to find something. First, I served Lisa, and then I found some one knew to care about"
"Who?" Virgil gestured to Enfer. Titan looked at her, back at Virgil, and to her again. "You two are bumping uglies?"
"In disgusting terms, yes" Then, Virgil did something more surprising then Moses parting the red sea. He smiled. "I love her, she doesn't know it, but I've fallen in love with her"
"Wait, what does this" The doors to the room slammed open, waking every one but Rush up. Two nurses pushed a table, with Flash on it. Their was a line of stitches on his chest, but he wasn't hooked up to the battery. Michael sat me down on the ground as he stood up.
"How is he, is he alright?" One of the nurses smiled.
"The operation was a success, your Flaafy is making its own electricity. It'll take awhile for the stitches to dissolve, but your Flaafy will most likely be eating on its own with in a week"
"T-thank you" Michael stammered. The nurses both nodded, hooked up the machines again, and then left. Michael stroked Flashs' belly. The pitiful creature looked up at Michael. It mouthed out words, but was so weak.
"Hello little boy"