This is the Tale of Scott Hawk..a person who refused to accept his fate, who wanted more than just what life had given him, This is the tale of someone who made his own destiny, and learns to appreciate life in all forms. This story tells of someone who overcame the sterotypes set by the world, the friends he makes and the obstacles he conquers, and his compassion throughout it all, How against all odds, and by sheer willpower, he is able to go.........
Beyond Fate's Intention
Staring out at the land masses and great oceans below him he watched....perception told him that the dominant species of this planet would come to call it.. Earth. Earth, so much like his old home, full of "inferior creatures" which one dominant race ruled over...He rembered how they had treated his kind, they had hunted his people down, killed them for material gains. He rembered....when he was the last of his kind alive, its not certain what happened to him, mabey the loss of everything and everyone dear to him drove him to his rage, or perhaps the oppression he had suffered in captivity under the "dominant species", but whatever happened, he overcame all of their tools, all of their technology, he destroyed.... no that wasn't right, absorbed, somehow, all that ever was on that planet was now a part of him, with one exception.........
He gazed down on a tribe of the creatures that would one day rule this planet, this...Earth. Perception served him agian... so, these beings would come to call themselves humans, he could see that in the future, they would be much like the species on his planet, abusing and destroying life for material gain....they would enslave the "inferior" species here just as he had been... at least they would have, he planned to change all that. He looked closer trying to find that species here......THERE! he found them, such frail looking creatures, but more capable than these humans could ever realize... He would make them see the greatness of these beings, he began working, over centuries.. milenia....he changed them, sped up their evolutionairy ablilities, gave them the ability to fight, and... some of them would be just as intelligent as these humans, mabey moreso. Using perception again he beheald the most likely outcome for the future, if he had a face, he would be scowling, these humans...he had never expected this, they had used their.....technology and were able to ensnare the creatures he had assisted, they were even, befriending them..this was not what he had wanted, why weren't they rising against the humans? Now he saw more, some of these humans... they would do great things, astounding things, and with the help of those creatures...he snorted in disgust, they had even given them a name...Pokemon...still more of these humans were making acheivements he had never thought possible, some terrible, repeats of what the dominant beings on his planet had done, but some were more than that, not terrible, but he feared them the most, he could see them befriending these creatures, these..Pokemon, they would ruin everything he was trying to accomplish! It was clear he had no choice....[WhiteWing!] he called out to his one companion, he had spared him when everything else on his world had become part of himself, the creature approached him, ready to carry out his commands, he made a gesture towards those people, those humans, the ones who became great with their Pokemon, he couldn't let that happen, The creature nodded, his mission clear he swooped down towards the surface of Earth, ready to cary out his work. The creature was pleased, soon they would understand what it ment to be inferior, [Accept Fate humans], then the he vanished, his presence still as ominous as before, but now more passive, he would wait.....
Unbeknowest to him... off in the distance, a small being was watching him closely, it decided to wait as well, it would see how this played out......
Scott Hawk stared at his brother, Paul Hawk, warily, who would have thought that they would end up fighting eachother? It wasn't like they hadn't had pokemon battles all the time, but this was a tournament, the stakes were higher, this was serious, and it was down to just the two brothers. They had just been competing for fun, they didn't realize they were some of the strongest local trainers around, which really shouldn't have come as a suprise, they trained whenever they got the chance, they enjoyed every minute with their pokmon... no with their friends, they just happened to be pokemon. Both of them sported a well rounded, strong team of contenders, both put much thought into what Pokemon would be on thier teams..time to see if all of that training, studying, and strategising would pay off.....
The refferee, blew his whistle, it was time for the fight to start, Scott shook hands with his brother, "Good luck, bro" he said, with the warmth only close friends could express. Paul looked at him warmly, "You to, Scott", the Refferee was getting impatient, "Lets go trainers" both brothers moved to their postions, "I just want you to know," Scott said with a smug grin, "Theres to be no hard feelings when I beat you, ok?" Paul just laughed, "In your dreams, my poor dilusioned brother" he said. In reality, Scott wasen't as sure of himself as he normally was, he had seen paul fight, heck he'd fought him several times, he was a respectable, skilled trainer, this wouldn't be easy.....
Scott had lost the coin toss, Paul was having him make the first pokemon choice, Scott perferred battles where you could use all six pokemon, he thought they were strongest as a team, any one pokemon was fine, but a team, properly assembled, could be unstopable, Oh well, a three on three fight would have to do. Scott thought carefully and made his decision, "Go Mystique!" Scott grinned, and enjoyed the slightly worried look on Paul's face, Mystique, his Gengar, was one of his strongest pokemon, and immune to a large range of attacks, for a strategy freak like Scott, she was the perfect choice, not to mention, she was one of his closest friends, he trusted her to do well. Paul no longer looked worried, in fact he seemed rather confident, only now did Scott realize his error, "Go Blissey!" It was Paul's turn to be smug, the large, soft, bell shaped pokemon emerged from the confines of her pokeball, and stood facing Gengar, "Blissey!" she called out gleefully. Scott should have known Paul would use a normal pokemon against his ghost, well that nullified several of Mystique's moves, no matter though. The reff, ever ready to begin, did a quick overview of the rules, "Three pokemon each, three bouts, withdrawl will be considered a defeat, Whoever wins the most bouts will be declared the winner, annnd.....BEGIN!". Cheers rang out as the refferee blew his whistle, here we go, Scott thought....
"Paul's Blissey is giving this Gengar a run for her money!" the announcer was eating this up, Scott couldn't believe she had lasted this long against his strategies, he figured it was time..... "SporeBall" he yelled out, Mystique knew what that ment, she started to form concentrated spheres of shadowy energy in each hand, then she began, Blissey was just getting up when she saw the barrage of terrifying shadowball techniques flying at her, and instinctively attempted to avoid them, just what Scott wanted. Paul looked about ready to pull his hair out, "Blissey, what are you doing? those things wont hurt you! stand your ground, don't take your eyes off of that Gengar!" Mystique grinned, [Take this you big ball of fluff!] she said as she hurled a packed ball of powerfull sleep inducing spores straight at the disoriented Blissey, "Ohhhhh, mabey Blissey will be out of it in just one move, She seems to be taking a midround snooze!" Paul was begining to hate those commentaries, the announcer could get annoying after a while, Scott was ready to strike, "Dream eater Mystique!". The Gengar licked her lips, now she was having fun. She concentrated and began to enter the sleeping Pokemon's mind, diving, deep into the Blissey's subconcious, she began draining the life from the dreams, from all those images, she began to feast on them, and slowly, she felt her stregnth return, this Blissey would be done soon. Paul wasn't ready to go down without a fight, "Blissey, sleep talk!" Scott became a bit worried, sleep talk was ment specifically for sleeping pokemon to use, just as he feared, the Blissey, in her slumber, began to execute a softboiled technique, she removed an egg from her pouch and ate it graciously, Her health was greatly improved now, they were almost even healthwise, and whats worse, she was awake. Scott wouldn't let that stop him, "Mystique, Confuse Ray!" The Gengar grinned again, her eyes began to glow an errie green and before the Blissey knew what hit her, the beams had engulfed her senses, she stumbled around, greatly disoriented, trying to make sense of the strange blurr of colors the attack had left in her vision. Paul tried desperately to get her attention, "Focus on my voice, you can do this... come on Blissey" His voice became gentle and caring, "I trust you, my friend, now...Pscychic!" Scotts eyes were wide, he had to be careful, if that technique hit, it could be brutal to Mystique, he quickly thought through a mental list of what he could do, then made his choice. The crowd was going wild, miracously, the Blissey was overcoming her confusion, Scott watched warily as the field of psychic energy began to reach out towards Mystique, then, just as it was about to unleash its brunt, Scott issued the command, "Light screen!". Mysique had suspected as much, and was altready forming a special barrier, ready to ward off the psychic energy, Paul watched in horror as he saw the attack bounce off of the wall and head straight back towards its sender, Blissey cried out in pain as the waves of mental energy hit her head on, she collapsed. The referee raced out to inspect the fallen pokemon, followed imediately by Paul and Scott not far behind, "Paul's Blissey is unable to continue, fist match awarded to Scott Hawk!" The crowd cheered, but neither Scott or Paul noticed it, they were both looking over the hurt Blissey, even Mystique seemed concerned, after all, they were all friends. Paul used a restore potion and brought Blissey to, she smiled up at him wearily, [Im- sorry Paul- it was just too much] Paul looked down at her warmly, "You did great, we won't win every time my friend" Scott helped Pick her up and walk the hurt Pokemon over to Nurse joy, waiting in front of an outdoor medical ward made specifically for the tournament, as the Blissey stumbled into the tent and Paul wished her a quick recovery the two brothers looked back at eachother, about to congragulate one another before a very impatient refferee intervened "Enough sentiment, boys, you'll have pleanty of time for that after the fight is over.....now listen, the crowd is getting restless, so kindly return to the battle field and finish this," Both brothers reluctantly complied, "Geeze" Scott muttered "Old fart must not have had his cappachino this morning" they laughed, for a moment, then silence prevailed once again. The ref. blew his whistle "Scott has chosen to continue using Gengar, will trainer Paul please make his next pokemon choice." Paul looked over at Scott solemnly, "Don't get too cocky from that first win, brother" Scott just stared at him with those dark brown eyes, "Over confidence is a mistake I don't plan on making bro". Paul nodded respectfully and sent out his next pokemon, "Go Typhlosion!" Now this was serious, that weasel like fire pokemon was one of Paul's strongest fighters, and Mystique wasn't exactly 100%, hopefully Scott could change that. "Spore, Mystique!" hopefully another Dream eater would bring her up to snuff. "Flame wall!" Paul countered. Dang, he was ready for Mystique this time, Scott chewed tentatively on a finger nail as he watched every last spore get incinerated into ashes by the imense wall of fire the Typhlosion had erected. Paul was still focused though, "Yeah thats it! Fire Blast!" Crap, scott had to act fast, "Split up!" he yelled out, suddenly, the Gengars body seemed to split in the middle, like a seam, one half moved to the right, the other to the left, the deadly fire attack passed right between them, missing her all together. Scott laughed a little, simply the kind of manic laughter when you know you only made it because of sheer dumb luck, and a bit of strategy, of course. Paul kicked the ground in frustration, that Gengar sure was starting to irritate him, then he saw his chance. Scott had Mystique dissappear, only he could see her, knowing her as long as he had, he knew how to see through her illusions, which helped when in poke battles, He grinned at Paul while out of the corner of his eye, he watched her creep up behind the Typhlosion, still looking around, trying to find his invisible foe. Paul just grinned back, Scotts smugness had betrayed him this time, "Flame wheel, Typhlosion!" Scott's grin dissapeared, The fire pokemon began to superheat himself, untill his entire body burst into flames, Mystique screamed, it was like a banshee, almost everyone in the audience had to cover their ears. The Gengar looked helplessly to her trainer as the flames engulfed her, she fell to the earth, unable to fight anymore. Scott and Paul again ran to the fallen warrior, about to provide aid, when the Reff. ready this time, had a team of pokemon paramedics with a streatcher waiting, a stern look at the two brothers put them back in fighting postions, the Ref was right, they needed to finish this. The score board now showed the Brothers tied, Scott wanted it done with, "Lets see how you deal with this! Go Geargon!" Scott smiled as the enormous blue pokemon materialized, freed from his pokeball. Audience members began to back up a ways, nobody wanted to be so unfortunate as to be in the way if one of that pokemon's attacks missed its intended target. Paul looked up at the Gyrados, bearing its teeth it let out a loud roar, the force of its breath blew Paul's hair back, yet he just smiled confidently. Scott let out a groan, that could only mean one thing, "Go Tentacruel!" yup, Paul's Tentacruel was another of his strongest fighters, Scott was in for a challenge. The water behmuths stared at eachother, [Try not to get tangled up in your own ego today, my friend] bellowed the huge sea monster, [Try not to be suprised when I open up a can on you, you big oaf!] both pokemon chuckled lightly, opponents or not, they were still friends, the taunts and jeers being merely a sign of freindship. Each brother's pokemon were like siblings themselves and often acted like it. The ref blew his whistle, bring it on, Scott thought.
"Sludge Bomb!" Paul wanted to end this just as much as Scott did, "Dragon Rage", his older brother countered. The gyrados reared its head and unleashed a stream of foamy torrents, all expressed in one attack. The technique tore throught the globules of poison, dispersing most of them, Geargon only felt the sting of a few droplets of the deadly liquid hit his body, nothing to be worried about. Paul was still on top of things, this time, he was the one grinning. "Toxic Surf!" he commanded, the Tentacruel looked slyly at Geargon, he yelled out as he sent a huge wave crashing towards the imense Gyrados, the very water flowing with a toxic poison, hence toxic surf. Scott was caught off guard, he had no idea Paul had taught that move to his Tentacruel, he was in a pinch. "Bite, Geargon, were not going quietly!" Scott was getting desperate now. He watched as the Gyrados flung itself towards the large jellyfish type pokemon. Pauls Tentacruel tried desprately to ward the attack but even his powerfull tentacles were no match for Geargon's crushing jaws. Paul cringed at the crunching sound he heard when those teeth connected and sank in, he hoped he wasn't hurt too bad. Scott had his confidence back, it was time to put an end to this... "Outrage!" he hollered, Paul was looking nervous, he acted quickly, "Octazooka!" he was glad he taught Tentacruel that move, the jellyfish tensed up, and fired a powerfull sphere of water straight at the charging Gyrados. "No!" Scott couldn't believe it, Geargon was swaggering, Scott could see the fight leaving his eyes, he had to work fast, "HYPER BEAM!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Paul stared in disbelief as the Gyrados used eveything he had left and sent out a bright beam of energy. It connected with a blinding flash. Everyone heald their breath, once the dust was cleared, it was obvious, both pokemon were out of the fight. Paul couldn't believe this, now it was down to their last pokemon. The paramedics quickly wheeled the injured pokemon off to the increasingly cramped hospital ward. "Well" Scott said matter of factly "I guess this is it.... best of luck pal" Paul smiled "Right back at ya, now lets wrap this up before the Referee yells at us again". The referee was pleased to see they were learning, both had their pokemon ready, this was the final battle, this would determine the winner. Neither trainer showed any signs of slowing down, this was it.....
Scott smiled, Singe, his Charizard, was doing quite well against Paul's Typhlosion, considering that he could fly.... Paul was starting to break a sweat, he was having a hard time directing his pokemon, seeing as how Typhlosion was getting barraged from the sky every other second. "All right Sing, lets keep him right there, Fire Spin!" Scott wanted his target to just be good and sit in place, in order to win this battle, he needed every advantage he could get. "Flame wheel!" Paul hollered, he couldn't let his last pokemon get trapped like that. The Typhlosion turned into a walking fireball and tore throught the firery circle surrounding him. Scott rebounded fast, "Fly Sing!". The charizard soared up into the sky. "Swift" Paul wouldn't let him get away that easily, Scott watched with concern as he saw little star shaped projectiles, one after another hit their mark. Singe began to fall, his wings rendered usless due to all of the holes cut into them... Scott focused himself and thought carefully, he could still win this, he just had to work fast, he opened his mouth to issue the command, thats when it happened..everything around Scott froze, he couldn't see anything, but he heard a screech, it sounded like an eagle, the most terrible sound he had ever heard. He looked up and saw the largest bird in his life, it was pure white, had wings on its back, four legs, and cold, icy white eyes, that seemd to pierce into his soul. He let out a scream of terror, just as the terrible bird filled his entire field of vision. Then, he was back... dazed, he saw Singe had crashed into the ground, what just happened. Paul took this chance to end it, "Slash! now!" Before Singe could even react he winced in pain as he felt the Sharp claws of the fire type slice into his body, then he sprawled out on the ground, beaten. Paul sighed, it was over, he looked at Scott, and was suprised to see an expression of confused terror, that wasn't like his brother. Scott didn't even hear when the Ref. announced Paul as the victor, all he could think about was that white bird, what had happened?????
to be continued.
Beyond Fate's Intention
Staring out at the land masses and great oceans below him he watched....perception told him that the dominant species of this planet would come to call it.. Earth. Earth, so much like his old home, full of "inferior creatures" which one dominant race ruled over...He rembered how they had treated his kind, they had hunted his people down, killed them for material gains. He rembered....when he was the last of his kind alive, its not certain what happened to him, mabey the loss of everything and everyone dear to him drove him to his rage, or perhaps the oppression he had suffered in captivity under the "dominant species", but whatever happened, he overcame all of their tools, all of their technology, he destroyed.... no that wasn't right, absorbed, somehow, all that ever was on that planet was now a part of him, with one exception.........
He gazed down on a tribe of the creatures that would one day rule this planet, this...Earth. Perception served him agian... so, these beings would come to call themselves humans, he could see that in the future, they would be much like the species on his planet, abusing and destroying life for material gain....they would enslave the "inferior" species here just as he had been... at least they would have, he planned to change all that. He looked closer trying to find that species here......THERE! he found them, such frail looking creatures, but more capable than these humans could ever realize... He would make them see the greatness of these beings, he began working, over centuries.. milenia....he changed them, sped up their evolutionairy ablilities, gave them the ability to fight, and... some of them would be just as intelligent as these humans, mabey moreso. Using perception again he beheald the most likely outcome for the future, if he had a face, he would be scowling, these humans...he had never expected this, they had used their.....technology and were able to ensnare the creatures he had assisted, they were even, befriending them..this was not what he had wanted, why weren't they rising against the humans? Now he saw more, some of these humans... they would do great things, astounding things, and with the help of those creatures...he snorted in disgust, they had even given them a name...Pokemon...still more of these humans were making acheivements he had never thought possible, some terrible, repeats of what the dominant beings on his planet had done, but some were more than that, not terrible, but he feared them the most, he could see them befriending these creatures, these..Pokemon, they would ruin everything he was trying to accomplish! It was clear he had no choice....[WhiteWing!] he called out to his one companion, he had spared him when everything else on his world had become part of himself, the creature approached him, ready to carry out his commands, he made a gesture towards those people, those humans, the ones who became great with their Pokemon, he couldn't let that happen, The creature nodded, his mission clear he swooped down towards the surface of Earth, ready to cary out his work. The creature was pleased, soon they would understand what it ment to be inferior, [Accept Fate humans], then the he vanished, his presence still as ominous as before, but now more passive, he would wait.....
Unbeknowest to him... off in the distance, a small being was watching him closely, it decided to wait as well, it would see how this played out......
Scott Hawk stared at his brother, Paul Hawk, warily, who would have thought that they would end up fighting eachother? It wasn't like they hadn't had pokemon battles all the time, but this was a tournament, the stakes were higher, this was serious, and it was down to just the two brothers. They had just been competing for fun, they didn't realize they were some of the strongest local trainers around, which really shouldn't have come as a suprise, they trained whenever they got the chance, they enjoyed every minute with their pokmon... no with their friends, they just happened to be pokemon. Both of them sported a well rounded, strong team of contenders, both put much thought into what Pokemon would be on thier teams..time to see if all of that training, studying, and strategising would pay off.....
The refferee, blew his whistle, it was time for the fight to start, Scott shook hands with his brother, "Good luck, bro" he said, with the warmth only close friends could express. Paul looked at him warmly, "You to, Scott", the Refferee was getting impatient, "Lets go trainers" both brothers moved to their postions, "I just want you to know," Scott said with a smug grin, "Theres to be no hard feelings when I beat you, ok?" Paul just laughed, "In your dreams, my poor dilusioned brother" he said. In reality, Scott wasen't as sure of himself as he normally was, he had seen paul fight, heck he'd fought him several times, he was a respectable, skilled trainer, this wouldn't be easy.....
Scott had lost the coin toss, Paul was having him make the first pokemon choice, Scott perferred battles where you could use all six pokemon, he thought they were strongest as a team, any one pokemon was fine, but a team, properly assembled, could be unstopable, Oh well, a three on three fight would have to do. Scott thought carefully and made his decision, "Go Mystique!" Scott grinned, and enjoyed the slightly worried look on Paul's face, Mystique, his Gengar, was one of his strongest pokemon, and immune to a large range of attacks, for a strategy freak like Scott, she was the perfect choice, not to mention, she was one of his closest friends, he trusted her to do well. Paul no longer looked worried, in fact he seemed rather confident, only now did Scott realize his error, "Go Blissey!" It was Paul's turn to be smug, the large, soft, bell shaped pokemon emerged from the confines of her pokeball, and stood facing Gengar, "Blissey!" she called out gleefully. Scott should have known Paul would use a normal pokemon against his ghost, well that nullified several of Mystique's moves, no matter though. The reff, ever ready to begin, did a quick overview of the rules, "Three pokemon each, three bouts, withdrawl will be considered a defeat, Whoever wins the most bouts will be declared the winner, annnd.....BEGIN!". Cheers rang out as the refferee blew his whistle, here we go, Scott thought....
"Paul's Blissey is giving this Gengar a run for her money!" the announcer was eating this up, Scott couldn't believe she had lasted this long against his strategies, he figured it was time..... "SporeBall" he yelled out, Mystique knew what that ment, she started to form concentrated spheres of shadowy energy in each hand, then she began, Blissey was just getting up when she saw the barrage of terrifying shadowball techniques flying at her, and instinctively attempted to avoid them, just what Scott wanted. Paul looked about ready to pull his hair out, "Blissey, what are you doing? those things wont hurt you! stand your ground, don't take your eyes off of that Gengar!" Mystique grinned, [Take this you big ball of fluff!] she said as she hurled a packed ball of powerfull sleep inducing spores straight at the disoriented Blissey, "Ohhhhh, mabey Blissey will be out of it in just one move, She seems to be taking a midround snooze!" Paul was begining to hate those commentaries, the announcer could get annoying after a while, Scott was ready to strike, "Dream eater Mystique!". The Gengar licked her lips, now she was having fun. She concentrated and began to enter the sleeping Pokemon's mind, diving, deep into the Blissey's subconcious, she began draining the life from the dreams, from all those images, she began to feast on them, and slowly, she felt her stregnth return, this Blissey would be done soon. Paul wasn't ready to go down without a fight, "Blissey, sleep talk!" Scott became a bit worried, sleep talk was ment specifically for sleeping pokemon to use, just as he feared, the Blissey, in her slumber, began to execute a softboiled technique, she removed an egg from her pouch and ate it graciously, Her health was greatly improved now, they were almost even healthwise, and whats worse, she was awake. Scott wouldn't let that stop him, "Mystique, Confuse Ray!" The Gengar grinned again, her eyes began to glow an errie green and before the Blissey knew what hit her, the beams had engulfed her senses, she stumbled around, greatly disoriented, trying to make sense of the strange blurr of colors the attack had left in her vision. Paul tried desperately to get her attention, "Focus on my voice, you can do this... come on Blissey" His voice became gentle and caring, "I trust you, my friend, now...Pscychic!" Scotts eyes were wide, he had to be careful, if that technique hit, it could be brutal to Mystique, he quickly thought through a mental list of what he could do, then made his choice. The crowd was going wild, miracously, the Blissey was overcoming her confusion, Scott watched warily as the field of psychic energy began to reach out towards Mystique, then, just as it was about to unleash its brunt, Scott issued the command, "Light screen!". Mysique had suspected as much, and was altready forming a special barrier, ready to ward off the psychic energy, Paul watched in horror as he saw the attack bounce off of the wall and head straight back towards its sender, Blissey cried out in pain as the waves of mental energy hit her head on, she collapsed. The referee raced out to inspect the fallen pokemon, followed imediately by Paul and Scott not far behind, "Paul's Blissey is unable to continue, fist match awarded to Scott Hawk!" The crowd cheered, but neither Scott or Paul noticed it, they were both looking over the hurt Blissey, even Mystique seemed concerned, after all, they were all friends. Paul used a restore potion and brought Blissey to, she smiled up at him wearily, [Im- sorry Paul- it was just too much] Paul looked down at her warmly, "You did great, we won't win every time my friend" Scott helped Pick her up and walk the hurt Pokemon over to Nurse joy, waiting in front of an outdoor medical ward made specifically for the tournament, as the Blissey stumbled into the tent and Paul wished her a quick recovery the two brothers looked back at eachother, about to congragulate one another before a very impatient refferee intervened "Enough sentiment, boys, you'll have pleanty of time for that after the fight is over.....now listen, the crowd is getting restless, so kindly return to the battle field and finish this," Both brothers reluctantly complied, "Geeze" Scott muttered "Old fart must not have had his cappachino this morning" they laughed, for a moment, then silence prevailed once again. The ref. blew his whistle "Scott has chosen to continue using Gengar, will trainer Paul please make his next pokemon choice." Paul looked over at Scott solemnly, "Don't get too cocky from that first win, brother" Scott just stared at him with those dark brown eyes, "Over confidence is a mistake I don't plan on making bro". Paul nodded respectfully and sent out his next pokemon, "Go Typhlosion!" Now this was serious, that weasel like fire pokemon was one of Paul's strongest fighters, and Mystique wasn't exactly 100%, hopefully Scott could change that. "Spore, Mystique!" hopefully another Dream eater would bring her up to snuff. "Flame wall!" Paul countered. Dang, he was ready for Mystique this time, Scott chewed tentatively on a finger nail as he watched every last spore get incinerated into ashes by the imense wall of fire the Typhlosion had erected. Paul was still focused though, "Yeah thats it! Fire Blast!" Crap, scott had to act fast, "Split up!" he yelled out, suddenly, the Gengars body seemed to split in the middle, like a seam, one half moved to the right, the other to the left, the deadly fire attack passed right between them, missing her all together. Scott laughed a little, simply the kind of manic laughter when you know you only made it because of sheer dumb luck, and a bit of strategy, of course. Paul kicked the ground in frustration, that Gengar sure was starting to irritate him, then he saw his chance. Scott had Mystique dissappear, only he could see her, knowing her as long as he had, he knew how to see through her illusions, which helped when in poke battles, He grinned at Paul while out of the corner of his eye, he watched her creep up behind the Typhlosion, still looking around, trying to find his invisible foe. Paul just grinned back, Scotts smugness had betrayed him this time, "Flame wheel, Typhlosion!" Scott's grin dissapeared, The fire pokemon began to superheat himself, untill his entire body burst into flames, Mystique screamed, it was like a banshee, almost everyone in the audience had to cover their ears. The Gengar looked helplessly to her trainer as the flames engulfed her, she fell to the earth, unable to fight anymore. Scott and Paul again ran to the fallen warrior, about to provide aid, when the Reff. ready this time, had a team of pokemon paramedics with a streatcher waiting, a stern look at the two brothers put them back in fighting postions, the Ref was right, they needed to finish this. The score board now showed the Brothers tied, Scott wanted it done with, "Lets see how you deal with this! Go Geargon!" Scott smiled as the enormous blue pokemon materialized, freed from his pokeball. Audience members began to back up a ways, nobody wanted to be so unfortunate as to be in the way if one of that pokemon's attacks missed its intended target. Paul looked up at the Gyrados, bearing its teeth it let out a loud roar, the force of its breath blew Paul's hair back, yet he just smiled confidently. Scott let out a groan, that could only mean one thing, "Go Tentacruel!" yup, Paul's Tentacruel was another of his strongest fighters, Scott was in for a challenge. The water behmuths stared at eachother, [Try not to get tangled up in your own ego today, my friend] bellowed the huge sea monster, [Try not to be suprised when I open up a can on you, you big oaf!] both pokemon chuckled lightly, opponents or not, they were still friends, the taunts and jeers being merely a sign of freindship. Each brother's pokemon were like siblings themselves and often acted like it. The ref blew his whistle, bring it on, Scott thought.
"Sludge Bomb!" Paul wanted to end this just as much as Scott did, "Dragon Rage", his older brother countered. The gyrados reared its head and unleashed a stream of foamy torrents, all expressed in one attack. The technique tore throught the globules of poison, dispersing most of them, Geargon only felt the sting of a few droplets of the deadly liquid hit his body, nothing to be worried about. Paul was still on top of things, this time, he was the one grinning. "Toxic Surf!" he commanded, the Tentacruel looked slyly at Geargon, he yelled out as he sent a huge wave crashing towards the imense Gyrados, the very water flowing with a toxic poison, hence toxic surf. Scott was caught off guard, he had no idea Paul had taught that move to his Tentacruel, he was in a pinch. "Bite, Geargon, were not going quietly!" Scott was getting desperate now. He watched as the Gyrados flung itself towards the large jellyfish type pokemon. Pauls Tentacruel tried desprately to ward the attack but even his powerfull tentacles were no match for Geargon's crushing jaws. Paul cringed at the crunching sound he heard when those teeth connected and sank in, he hoped he wasn't hurt too bad. Scott had his confidence back, it was time to put an end to this... "Outrage!" he hollered, Paul was looking nervous, he acted quickly, "Octazooka!" he was glad he taught Tentacruel that move, the jellyfish tensed up, and fired a powerfull sphere of water straight at the charging Gyrados. "No!" Scott couldn't believe it, Geargon was swaggering, Scott could see the fight leaving his eyes, he had to work fast, "HYPER BEAM!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Paul stared in disbelief as the Gyrados used eveything he had left and sent out a bright beam of energy. It connected with a blinding flash. Everyone heald their breath, once the dust was cleared, it was obvious, both pokemon were out of the fight. Paul couldn't believe this, now it was down to their last pokemon. The paramedics quickly wheeled the injured pokemon off to the increasingly cramped hospital ward. "Well" Scott said matter of factly "I guess this is it.... best of luck pal" Paul smiled "Right back at ya, now lets wrap this up before the Referee yells at us again". The referee was pleased to see they were learning, both had their pokemon ready, this was the final battle, this would determine the winner. Neither trainer showed any signs of slowing down, this was it.....
Scott smiled, Singe, his Charizard, was doing quite well against Paul's Typhlosion, considering that he could fly.... Paul was starting to break a sweat, he was having a hard time directing his pokemon, seeing as how Typhlosion was getting barraged from the sky every other second. "All right Sing, lets keep him right there, Fire Spin!" Scott wanted his target to just be good and sit in place, in order to win this battle, he needed every advantage he could get. "Flame wheel!" Paul hollered, he couldn't let his last pokemon get trapped like that. The Typhlosion turned into a walking fireball and tore throught the firery circle surrounding him. Scott rebounded fast, "Fly Sing!". The charizard soared up into the sky. "Swift" Paul wouldn't let him get away that easily, Scott watched with concern as he saw little star shaped projectiles, one after another hit their mark. Singe began to fall, his wings rendered usless due to all of the holes cut into them... Scott focused himself and thought carefully, he could still win this, he just had to work fast, he opened his mouth to issue the command, thats when it happened..everything around Scott froze, he couldn't see anything, but he heard a screech, it sounded like an eagle, the most terrible sound he had ever heard. He looked up and saw the largest bird in his life, it was pure white, had wings on its back, four legs, and cold, icy white eyes, that seemd to pierce into his soul. He let out a scream of terror, just as the terrible bird filled his entire field of vision. Then, he was back... dazed, he saw Singe had crashed into the ground, what just happened. Paul took this chance to end it, "Slash! now!" Before Singe could even react he winced in pain as he felt the Sharp claws of the fire type slice into his body, then he sprawled out on the ground, beaten. Paul sighed, it was over, he looked at Scott, and was suprised to see an expression of confused terror, that wasn't like his brother. Scott didn't even hear when the Ref. announced Paul as the victor, all he could think about was that white bird, what had happened?????
to be continued.
