by Martial Arts Master
The original concept of Pokemon and all related characters copyrighted by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures Inc., 4Kids, TV Tokyo, Satoshi Tajiri, and Wizards of the Coast. All characters I use as Pokewomen are copyrighted by their original creators and owners. I made up Rick and Orville, though. See the first chapter for the rules by which the Pokewomen world operates by. Now, on with the story.
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Rick was walking on the path to the next city.
Suddenly, he came across a boy wearing black clothes.
"Hey you!" the boy said. "How about a Pokewomen battle?"
"You're on!" Rick said.
"You'll never beat my Pokewoman!" the boy said. He threw a Poke Ball and said, "Go, Windy Card!"
A yellow female spirit popped out of the Poke Ball.
Rick pointed his Pokedex at the spirit.
The Pokedex said, "Windy Card. This is a character from an Earth TV show called Cardcaptors. She has the ability to control wind and can make yellow chains to trap her opponents."
"Go, Cassie!" Rick said, sending out Cassie.
The other trainer took one look at Cassie and laughed.
"You're sending that little dragon against a wind-controller? What a maroon!" he said.
The trainer snapped his fingers, and the Windy Card created a tornado.
"Cassie, get out of there, now!" Rick said.
Cassie nodded and flew straight up.
But the Windy Card simply moved the tornado, and Cassie got caught in it.
Cassie screamed as she was spun around like a rubber ducky in a whirlpool.
Then, the tornado tossed Cassie over the horizon. She landed in another area of the forest, out of sight.
"You idiot, now I'll have to go look for her!" Rick screamed at the other trainer.
"Wasn't my fault," the other trainer said smugly. "You should have picked a better battler."
The other trainer then recalled the Windy Card and walked away.
Rick cursed. He hoped Cassie was all right, wherever she'd landed.
He left the path, going into the forest to look for her.
Meanwhile, Cassie got up from where she'd landed, groggy.
She looked around and saw no one there.
She started to panic. Where was Rick?!
Cassie then remembered the tornado the Windy Card had created, and she immediately realized that the tornado must have separated her from her trainer.
She had to go find him.
She flew up into the trees, scanning around for Rick.
She didn't see him anywhere.
She continued to fly on, and came to a stream.
She noticed that although most of the stream was clear, there was a little reddish tint in some areas.
But Cassie didn't see any red dirt around the area. Where was that reddish tint coming from?
She had to investigate. She flew down and landed next to the stream.
She walked upstream, and then she discovered the source.
She screamed. There was a little boy with red clothes on lying there. He had only one Poke Ball on his belt, which meant he had only one Pokewoman. He had many scratches on him, all bleeding, and he was unconscious. It was a miracle this kid was still alive!
Cassie didn't know what on earth had happened to this little boy, but she did know that she had to do something, or he'd die from blood loss.
Cassie picked him up and started looking for shelter.
Eventually she came to a shack.
Not much, but it would have to do.
Cassie went inside the shack, with the boy in tow.
To her surprise, there was a bed inside the shack. The bed had pillows and a blanket.
She set the boy down on the bed and discovered that the bed was neither too big nor too small.
Obviously the boy was the one who was living in this shack.
There was a little dresser drawer.
Cassie opened the drawers and found lots and lots of stuff, including food supplies, beverages, recreational material, and a first-aid kit packed complete with supplies.
Obviously the boy was planning on living here for quite a while.
"First-aid kit!" Cassie said to herself, smacking her forehead in embarassment for not noticing how useful the first-aid kit would be at first.
She took a spray-can of disinfectant from the first-aid kit and sprayed the disinfectant all over the kid's scratches. That way those scratches wouldn't become infected.
Then she took some bandages and wrapped them around the scratches, wrapping them tightly enough to act as a tourniquet so they'd stop the bleeding.
Then she got the boy under the blanket and put his head on the pillows.
In his condition, and with no hospital close by, this boy would need some care.
She waited for him to come around.
Eventually, he did wake up. He looked around and saw Cassie looking down at him.
"Where am I? And what's a cute little pink dragon doing here?" the boy asked.
"You're back in your shack, and my name is Cassie," Cassie replied, answering both questions.
"I found you, brought you here, and took care of your wounds," Cassie said. "What's your name, and what happened to you?"
"My name is Orville, and I was attacked by a Pokewoman," the boy replied. "Her name was Lady Deathstrike. My Pokedex told me she appeared in one episode of the X-Men cartoon on Earth. She's got huge claws and animal instincts. I accidentally disturbed her while she was sleeping, so she scratched me up for revenge."
"Didn't your Pokewoman try to protect you?" Cassie asked.
"How could she? My Pokewoman is Perdita, from the 101 Dalmations animated movie," Orville said. "No way a dog could stand up against those claws, so I didn't even bother calling her out."
"I see," Cassie said. "Shouldn't you be travelling to all sorts of places? Why are you living in this shack?"
"I built this shack myself and brought the supplies, and I'm living in it because I love nature, and wanted to spend some time in it," Orville replied.
Cassie nodded. That explained why Orville had been out of his shack; he'd probably gone for a nature walk.
"Anyway, thanks for saving my life," Orville continued. "I think I'll finish my walk now."
But before he could get out of bed, Cassie said, "I don't think you're well enough yet. Those were pretty nasty scratches, and they need time to heal."
"I'm fine!" Orville insisted, trying to get out of bed. Then he moaned in pain and lay back down.
"Ok, maybe not," he said.
From then and during the course of several hours, Cassie acted as his nurse.
She brought him food and drink, and checked his temperature. He had no fever, and that was good, because the only purpose of a fever in this case would be to fight off infections, and the disinfectant Cassie sprayed on him earlier would prevent such infections.
During the course of these several hours, Orville kept trying to get out of bed. Each time he got farther before he had to sit back down.
Finally, he was able to get out of bed without being in pain.
Obviously this meant he'd gotten better.
"Hey Cassie, thanks for taking care of me," Orville said. "I swear I'll pay you back for this."
"You don't need to," Cassie said, a little embarassed. "I just thought it would be nice to help you get better."
"I insist," Orville said. "Once you leave this forest, I'll keep track of you, and if you need help, I swear I'll return the favor you did me by showing up to help."
"That's really not---" Cassie began. She had been about to say "necessary" when there was a knock on the door.
Cassie answered it and found Rick standing there.
"I've been looking all over for you!" Rick exclaimed. "I'm lucky I found your footprints or I wouldn't have found this shack. What happened?"
So then Cassie told her about taking care of Orville and about Orville's oath to one day return the favor.
Rick recalled Cassie and walked out of the shack, thinking to himself, "A favor might come in handy one day."
To his astonishment, he came across the path pretty soon, and he saw a town in sight.
He headed towards the town, and his next adventure...
To be continued...
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You're probably thinking, "Oh no, not another new trainer fic that the author won't bother to finish!" Well, let me tell you, I hate those kinds of fics too, and let me tell you in advance that I DO plan on finishing this fic. I never start a fic that I don't intend to finish. In fact, if I'm lying about planning to finish the fic, may I get pounded by a madman. E-mail all questions and comments to bleifer@msn.com.