Okay, so it's been a little longer than a week, but at least I'm still putting up a new chapter. That's a step in the right direction.
Being in grade 11 it's hard to find breaks in which to write this fanfiction. I get so much homework and have to study for so many tests that I just don't have time to do anything much. But I wrote this chapter little by little, and that seemed to work fairly well for me.
Thanks again to everyone who still is reading this. I think today I'm going to go back and edit my first few chapters, because they really are atrocious. I'm sure they likely put off many a person who wants to read this story.
Disclaimer: Pokémon, along with any people, places or things from it are not mine, nor do I claim it to be. The only thing I do own is myself and the dream this all started from.
Red's team was a stronger version of Blue's team from when I battled him in the Pokémon Tower with Dana. He started with a level 37 Pidgeot. I was feeling a little twisted that day, so I decided to send out Venusaur against it. I knew that Venusaur, though he was weak to Pidgeot, could easily take down the bird. Venusaur did struggle a little bit, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Eventually the Flying type Pokémon fainted.
His next Pokémon was a Growlithe. I sent out a neutral Pokémon to its typing, Fearow. I mostly used Fearow because she hadn't battled in a while. It didn't take long for Fearow to knock out the dog-like, Fire Pokémon.
Third, Red sent out an Alakazam. I put out Poliwrath, mostly to challenge myself. I knew he was weak to the Psychic type, but it was certainly not outside of my Pokémon's power to deal with. Red was too concentrated on raising Alakazam's stats to get any damage on Poliwrath before the Alakazam fainted.
Against his Venusaur I sent out Rhydon, again as a challenge. I managed to avoid the bulk of the damage it dealt out by using Dig, to escape half of the attacks Red had planned against my Pokémon. Rhydon was weakened by quite a bit, but he managed to pull through and defeat the Venusaur.
I sent out Dragonair against Red's last Pokémon, a Gyarados. I sent her out for the same reason I sent Fearow out, she hadn't battled in a while. Just for fun I did a battle of the Dragon Rages, since that was all Red seemed to tell his Pokémon to use. Dragonair was faster and had more HP, so she won the little challenge I set out for her and defeated Red's last Pokémon.
Red looked completely shocked when our battle was finished, "You...you're quite strong..."
"I'm not the strong one," I replied, "I'm sure you could beat me in an arm wrestling match. It's my Pokémon who deserve the credit." I was getting tired of pointing out that my Pokémon's strength was their own, not mine.
"But you made them how powerful they are," Red responded.
"Without the potential they showed without me, before I had caught them, they wouldn't be where they are," I pointed out, "If I had figured they were weak when I encountered them out in the world I wouldn't have caught them."
Red thought about this for a while before shaking his head, "You do have a point there. I wouldn't have caught a Pokémon that I knew I couldn't have done anything with."
"Right," I said, growing eager to get to Giovanni, to defeat him, "Now if you'll excuse me," I said, "I'm going back to the Pokémon Center to heal, then I'm going to battle Giovanni."
"I'll let you to it," Red announced, "I know that you'll definitely be able to take him down. And I think you should talk to this employee at some point." Red recommended.
"Thanks," I said gratefully, though a little confused, before stepping onto the warp pad to get back to the elevator.
I returned to the spot where Red and I had battled. I remembered that he suggested I talk to the employee in this room.
"You're here to save us?" he asked, "Thank you so much! I'd like to give you this to thank you properly."
The man handed me a Pokéball. When I took it from him it didn't change into another item, it stayed as a Pokéball.
"It's a Lapras," he told me, "It's apparently a good swimmer. And if you don't want to use it you can probably use the data for your Pokédex."
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "I'd love to take it." As I said that the Pokéball disappeared out of my hand. I looked down at my hands, stunned, "Um...I think I just lost my Lapras."
"I think it was automatically sent to the PC," the man explained, "If you have six Pokémon with you that will happen."
"Oh," I was very confused about how that worked, but I didn't take the time to ask, because I figured that the explanation would be long. I didn't want to waste any more time.
I walked away from the man, thanking him again for his generosity before stepping onto the southern warp pad, which led me into a hallway.
Along this hallway a trainer awaited me. He was dressed in the same uniform as all of the other grunts, which would have made him indistinguishable from any others. I recognized him though, because of the spiky, blue hair sticking out of his hat. This was the man that Giovanni had ordered to watch me while I was contained in the cell, and also the man ordered to torture me. And, he was the man I had tricked into letting me out.
I felt Mew tense beside me, though she was invisible to the man. I could tell Mew was scared, but I was confident. While I knew the power of this man, I didn't know the power of his Pokémon. I figured they were probably pretty weak, like any other person who worked in Team Rocket, with the exception of Giovanni.
"You," the man hissed, matching his snake-like voice. Apparently he recognized me as well.
"You," I called back, trying to imitate his voice, and failing miserably. I figured my dad would have to be a snake, or some sort of reptile to sound the same as this man.
"Because of you I was demoted," he continued in his menacing, hissing tone.
"Because of you I had my hand was broken, my flesh was cut from head to toe, and I looked like one giant bruise," I retorted, trying to sound more level headed than I felt, "And then I let you escape, unharmed from the hideout. I'd say we're far from even. I will offer the same deal, you let me pass and I leave you alone again, though I desperately want to rip you limb from limb."
"Not this time," the man spat, "You'll pay."
I snorted, "I'll pay. Pay for what, a small problem, a demotion, in exchange for a world of hurt and trauma? I think not. You'll be the one to pay."
