This is NOT a very nice story. No major descriptions but there will be death(s). This is dark, and can be seen as anti-trainer. (which it is) You have been warned.
When he reached the edge of the town, he collapsed. He was quickly found and taken to a hospital to treat his injured leg.
"What's your name?" asked the boy in a green jacket. "And how'd you get your leg like that?"
"My name is Damian, and I-" Should I tell? It told me not to, but how would it know? If it wanted me dead, it would have just killed me. And if they really killed people, others would have done something about it. "A houndoom attacked me. I only had my three weakest pokemon with me, as all the rest were at the pokecenter. It beat all of them, bit my leg and took my growlith."
Another man interjected "A houndoom leading a pack of houndour? That pokemon gang had a reward out for it. Anyone who can bring them in, dead or alive, gets 100,000 for each houndour, between 5,000-500,000 for any other pokemon, and 100,000,000 for the houndoom. You can keep the pokemon and sell them if you want to, all we ask is that they are captured. They've killed many people and they steal pokemon from trainers."
"Wow," said the boy.
Damian looked at him "I told you my name, but you haven't told me yours." he said.
"Oh, sorry. My name is Stan. Are you going go back to try to catch the pack?" he answered.
"Ha. That houndoom is really strong. If what it says is true, it's the one who killed Gary. I saw his two strongest pokemon with it. It said it had beat them."
"It is the one who killed Gary!? I knew him and he was no weakling! That houndoom would be a great pokemon to control. If it can beat trainers without a trainer to help it battle, it would be vertually unbeatable with a trainer! Why did it kill him?"
"It told me that it would let me go but if I ever came back it would kill me. Gary came back." Damain shuddered. "Pokemon shouldn't be allowed to kill people."
"Yeah, I wonder why no one has done anything about it yet? With that big reward it doesn't make sense. Even if you were such a jerk as not to care about it killing people, no one would pass up such a great reward!"
Damian smiled " I know exactly where you can find the pokemon. I'll tell you if you help me out. I want the houndoom, umbreon and arcanine, and maybe some others that belonged to Gary. I knew him and I'd like to have them. You can get the rest of them, like all the houndour to keep. I'll give you all my strongest pokemon to use."
"It's a deal! I like to raise my pokemon anyway, so I don't want evolved forms. Where should I go?"
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"Houndoom! Come on out! I want to battle you!" called Stan. He suppressed a shudder. Maybe I shouldn't have come out here at night, but I didn't want to wait and anyway, don't dark types only come out at night?
Suddenly, a ring of glowing, red eyes surrounded him. Two more appeared, higher up and bigger. A huge, horned creature appeared.
"Doom!" it called, it's voice resonating with power.
It sounds almost like it's laughing at me, Stan thought. He touched his pocket for reassurance, where he had put his backup. The man had told him to take it, just in case. But he wouldn't need it, not with his strong pokemon.
"I'm here to battle you!" he called.
"I know," said the houndoom, it's voice radiating threat. "Who told you where to find us?"
How would they know someone told me? It's probably just a trick, to see if anyone talked. Damain was clear that he didn't want me to tell, even though it won't matter, so I won't.
"No one. I found you all by myself!"
"Liar, lair, burn in fire," it murmured "if you weren't told, how did you know? The boy told you. He will pay. You should have told the truth, if you had I might have let you live."
"You can't beat me! I was one of the top 4 pokemon trainers in the pokemon league! Go, golem!"
"You really think a pokemon can beat me? I've fought pokemon masters!"
"You have a huge element disadvantage here. I wouldn't be so cocky."
"I know element attacks like bubblebeam and hydro pump. My ember can beat onixs in a single hit," it said with total calmness.
"What…? You're a fire-type…you can't…"
"I am far different from your slaves. I posses far superior abilities." With that, it let out a short watergun attack. The golem collapsed, and the last thing it's trainer saw, as he was fumbling with the gun, was fireblast.
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Damain lay in his hospital bed. He was awake and scared. Stan still hadn't returned. He left yesterday and should have been back at worst by morning. And he even had a gun with him. They really weren't kidding about the dead or alive part. Still, pokemon shouldn't be allowed to kill people and get away with it! That houndour is getting what it deserves for all this.
He heard a howl. It's just the wind, he thought to himself.
Another howl, closer now.
"Dooooooom"
It's just my imagination.
"Doooooom"
I'm scared and the wind is blowing. That's all it is.
"Dooooom"
That was closer. Right by my window.
"Doooooom" it whispered.
That was. Right. By. My. Bed. Oh god. It can't know I told. It doesn't know it told!
Damian shifted in his bed, looking towards the now-open window. Four blood-red eyes looked back at him, their bodies hidden in shadow.
He screamed.
"Well, little demon, I guess you should have taken my advice and not told," said the owner of the bigger, higher eyes.
"I didn't! I swear to god I didn't!"
"Don't lie, human. He couldn't have found us without you. He came to our area and called for me. He knew where we were. If he had used his gun, some of my pack could be hurt or killed now. I cannot allow that to happen again."
Damain whimpered in fear. "Please don't kill me. Please. I won't tell anyone. I'll do anything. Please don't-"
"You are stupider then most. They usually try to get far away if they tell. You can barely walk. I thank you for saving me the trouble of hunting you down."
"I'm sorry. I won't tell-"
You already had the chance to do that. No one has ever gotten a second chance unscathed. I won't kill you, but you may wish I did."
"What…"
"Do you know who it is with me, human?" A houndour walked into the patch of light from the window. The full moon shined down on it. Behind it stood what most would call a hellhound.
"Who is that? Why did you bring it?"
"Don't you recognize your growlith? Our area has nightstones. They give certain pokemon an alternative evolution, and are far safer then the element stones trainers use. Your former growlith will never have to fear stone flaws now, and is far stronger. He even knows some fire attacks now."
"Uh…that's real nice. Why is it here?" said Damian, with a tremor of nervousness.
"He wishes to see your punishment."
"Please don't kill me! I'll do anything! You can have all my pokemon, or all my money, or anything! I won't tell ever again!"
"You don't get a second chance for free. Be glad I don't like to kill, so I leave you to chose if you wish for death. You will be an example of what a houndoom can do for the rest of your life, covered in eternal burns."
"No…please…"
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Damain's body was found the next morning. Every inch of his body was burned. A knife was driven through his chest. The papers rightly called it suicide. On his face was a look of horror. He realized, at the last instant, exactly why dark and ghost types are considered so close.
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Well, what did you think?
I happen to like houndooms, and I also like reading Christian fanatic's anti-pokemon web sites. (They're REALLY funny. Charizard, Dragonite, and Gyarados are dragons and Satan is a dragon, so they are all evil. Pokemon is really brainwashing-like what they do isn't, to the same degree [sorry if anyone who is reading this is Christian. When I say that, I'm referring to the really extreme groups]. Pokemon trading cards are stepping stones to magic, the gathering and Dungeons and Dragons gaming, which are totally evil.) Anyway, they thought psi pokemon are anti-Christian. When they heard about dark types, wow! So I got the idea of people trying to exterminate dark types, which I really like. I don't just write stories about people getting killed by pokemon for no reason. Oh and I chose the name Stan because it's kind of like Satan, which makes it little ironic from the religious point of view, cuz he was fighting the "hellhound".