I own all six pokemon cartrages, and every pokemon but #251 (I'm getting it soon). Thus, I really do own almost all the pokemon, so I don't see why I have to write a stupid disclaimer on this fic. I own gyarados, the red color gyarados in pokemon G/S, and five or six magikarp that I caught so the fisherman would give me ether. So there! I own pokemon I own pokemon I own pokemon I own pokemon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
::sighs:: However, I don't own the copyrights to magikarp, gyarados, the concept of pokemon evolution, the word pokemon, the concept of pokemon trainers, etc. I do own this fic.
There was a saying once, that a magikarp raised by kindness would be kind after it evolved, and a magikarp who's only experience came from cruelty would become cruel when it evolved.
Few trainers still know of this saying. The ones who know it misinterpret it. To them, a kind gyarados is a weak one.
As for my trainer, I don't think he even knew it.
"Pathetic, worthless, wimpy fish!" he screamed. Each word was enforced by another kick on the magikarp's hard scales.
It is one of the greater ironies of the pokemon world, that almost every pokemon can defend itself against their trainer's abuse, but magikarp, who is most widely abused, cannot.
The fish pokemon glared at it's trainer, but it was unable to do anything else. If, for some reason, it had been in water at the time, it might have dared to try to Splash weakly at it's trainer, but all it would have done was made him madder. If it had been feeling brave, it might have even attempted one of it's pathetic tackle attacks, perhaps even causing a bruise if it hit him long enough. Nothing it could do would make him stop kicking it, though.
Most trainers know about how magikarp, upon evolution, became cruel and violent, often attacking their trainers. No one really understood why this happened. Magikarp always seemed so gentle to them. Of course, they never stopped to think that magikarp can't hurt their trainers or other humans.
"You can't even beat a stupid little L5 pidgey that's almost one-fourth of your level! You're the dumbest, most pathetic pokemon on the face of the planet! You must be the weakest magikarp in all the world!"
The magikarp's trainer kicked it into the water. "Go find a pokemon you can beat! Don't come back until you can beat one single pokemon! I'll probably have to wait three or four years, but maybe by then you can beat one weak L5 magikarp, you worthless excuse for a pokemon!"
It stared at it's trainer in undisguised hatred.
"And don't look at me like that, you weak pile of scales. I'm your trainer, now obey me!" he said, throwing a rock which hit it on the head.
The magikarp didn't move.
"Now what? Has your brain gotten as weak as your attacks you piece of sh-"
The magikarp glowed white, changing into a huge gyarados. Bending down, it ripped it's trainer apart.
This fic was written in the same way as another of my fics, A Matter of Trust. Like before, I would like to remind my readers that I know that the trainer was not given a name, and the magikarp did not have a gender. I did this so that it could be any trainer with any magikarp. If I called the trainer, say, Damien, then everyone would just think that Damien was abusing this magikarp like charmander, but that most trainers don't act like this. I have written plenty of fics, and this is only the second one that uses unnamed trainers.
Following this story shouldn't have been hard. The magikarp was called pokemon, magikarp and it. The trainer was called trainer and him. If the story was still hard to follow, say so and I'll try to do better next time. I don't usually write this way, so I don't know how good it is.