1 Okay, no humor here. Read and review, and, please, no flames.
Ummm…Pokémon does not belong to me. What else can I say? Hey, is that
white rice…!?
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Behind them, Mêlée heard her father shout, "Go, UMBREON!"
"Blast it!" she shouted. "Everybody, let's pick up the pace!" Her Pokémon friends caught up with Beacon, who had raised her head again to keep from toppling over. Mêlée looked back and saw the shadow following them, faster than even Growlie could run.
"You don't know how much I'd love to cuss right about now," she muttered. She looked into the rain falling all around them, and a plan came to mind. "It's risky, but it's the only way to stop the thing." She deliberated for one more second, but her mind was already made up.
"Zeke," she said firmly, turning her attention back to the path. He looked at her, still holding tight to her waist. Something in her voice had caught him. Was it desperation? Or was it sadness?
"Mare?" he asked. Her head snapped up when he said her name, then she sighed. What she was about to do would hurt her as much as it would hurt her newfound friend.
"Call out Arrow," she said. Before he could ask why, as she knew he would, Mêlée said, "It's the only way to stop the blasted Umbreon." She could almost feel his eyes watching her, startled and confused. "Now, Zeke," she said softly. Even he knew it was a command, not a suggestion.
Zeke nodded, and hesitantly took Arrow's Pokéball from his waist. "Arrow, go!" he yelled, tossing the ball into the air. His Pidgeot emerged and coasted down beside Beacon. He jumped aboard the flying Pokémon and it flapped up into the air. Even in the rain it was a powerful flier, at least until the rain soaked the feathers of its wings. He continued watching Mare, sure that she was about to do something reckless…and harmful on her behalf.
"Beacon, Thunder!" she shouted. The Pokémon turned her head and looked at her trainer. The girl's tone had been firm, but her face was frightened. "I know you don't want to hurt me, but I'll be hurt even more if that Umbreon gets here." The Ampharos glanced at the shadow that was rapidly gaining ground on them. "Do it," Mare whispered.
Tongues of electricity began to form around the jewels on Beacon's head and tail. Whisper looked sadly at her trainer, then jumped off the Pokémon's back. The Ampharos turned quickly and stopped running. The shadow was just about to jump when Beacon released the Thunder. Mare screamed in agony as the electricity enveloped her and the Umbreon pursuing them.
"MARE!!" Zeke shouted, horrified. The attack ended, and Beacon turned, beginning to run again. Mare was slumped unconscious across her Pokémon's back.
Mega slowed his pace for a few seconds until he was running beside the Ampharos's passenger. Carefully, he extended his vines, gently securing his trainer onto her ride. She's so reckless…and so brave, he said to himself. I wish I could evolve for her. She never asked me to try, but I always wished I could. Just for her…only for her…my brave, courageous, reckless, maniacal, gentle, frail, fair trainer.
Growlie looked back again. There was no one following. She was leading everyone through the rugged terrain, Whisper sending her an aerial map as they ran. She knew that something was seriously wrong with her trainer, not just that she was unconscious. She was sick, terribly sick. She quickened her pace again, urging the other Pokémon to keep moving.
Of all things, Beacon hadn't wanted to use the Thunder. As one of the strongest electric attacks, it had the potential to knock a human out in one hit. With Mare in the condition she was in, it was even more hazardous. The girl's normally delicate health was always a concern of her Pokémon, especially Beacon's. Beacon had been Mare's first Pokémon, taken as a Mareep and raised with tender loving care. That was why Team Rocket had separated them: the Pokémon were being raised with affection.
Quagmire looked back at his trainer. She was pale, paler than normal. He wanted to help her somehow, but he could not. Not at the moment. He had been her third Pokémon, so he had a strong bond with her. If only there was something I could do now… he thought, then he looked back at the rugged path, trying with all his might not to look back at Mare.
Tyrant kept his eyes focused on the trail. He couldn't look back at Mare. Not with her in such pain. He had been her fourth friend, and also one of her favorites. Not that all of them weren't her favorites. She just seemed to have a soft spot for him. He kept running, staying right behind Growlie. He could see that the Growlithe was frightened and anxious. Almost as much as he was.
Whisper was running at Beacon's side, watching her trainer. She had been Mare's second Pokémon, and the girl loved her even with her disability. Because of this affection, Whisper had kept a special watch out for her master at all times. Even in her Pokéball, she could watch her trainer. That was how she knew Mare had left Team Rocket, and she had told Beacon, and Growlie, and Quagmire, and Tyrant, and Mega. Now there was more to be worried about than normal. With Mare in such a vulnerable state the Rockets might plan a second attack.
Zeke was soaking wet and very anxious. Even when Fluff had attacked her in the cave, it was only with a weak shock. And she hadn't been drenched then. This time she had been hit with one of the most powerful electric attacks in the books, not to mention that she had been soaking wet and her Ampharos was stronger than average.
Now each had only their hope to guide them.
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Behind them, Mêlée heard her father shout, "Go, UMBREON!"
"Blast it!" she shouted. "Everybody, let's pick up the pace!" Her Pokémon friends caught up with Beacon, who had raised her head again to keep from toppling over. Mêlée looked back and saw the shadow following them, faster than even Growlie could run.
"You don't know how much I'd love to cuss right about now," she muttered. She looked into the rain falling all around them, and a plan came to mind. "It's risky, but it's the only way to stop the thing." She deliberated for one more second, but her mind was already made up.
"Zeke," she said firmly, turning her attention back to the path. He looked at her, still holding tight to her waist. Something in her voice had caught him. Was it desperation? Or was it sadness?
"Mare?" he asked. Her head snapped up when he said her name, then she sighed. What she was about to do would hurt her as much as it would hurt her newfound friend.
"Call out Arrow," she said. Before he could ask why, as she knew he would, Mêlée said, "It's the only way to stop the blasted Umbreon." She could almost feel his eyes watching her, startled and confused. "Now, Zeke," she said softly. Even he knew it was a command, not a suggestion.
Zeke nodded, and hesitantly took Arrow's Pokéball from his waist. "Arrow, go!" he yelled, tossing the ball into the air. His Pidgeot emerged and coasted down beside Beacon. He jumped aboard the flying Pokémon and it flapped up into the air. Even in the rain it was a powerful flier, at least until the rain soaked the feathers of its wings. He continued watching Mare, sure that she was about to do something reckless…and harmful on her behalf.
"Beacon, Thunder!" she shouted. The Pokémon turned her head and looked at her trainer. The girl's tone had been firm, but her face was frightened. "I know you don't want to hurt me, but I'll be hurt even more if that Umbreon gets here." The Ampharos glanced at the shadow that was rapidly gaining ground on them. "Do it," Mare whispered.
Tongues of electricity began to form around the jewels on Beacon's head and tail. Whisper looked sadly at her trainer, then jumped off the Pokémon's back. The Ampharos turned quickly and stopped running. The shadow was just about to jump when Beacon released the Thunder. Mare screamed in agony as the electricity enveloped her and the Umbreon pursuing them.
"MARE!!" Zeke shouted, horrified. The attack ended, and Beacon turned, beginning to run again. Mare was slumped unconscious across her Pokémon's back.
Mega slowed his pace for a few seconds until he was running beside the Ampharos's passenger. Carefully, he extended his vines, gently securing his trainer onto her ride. She's so reckless…and so brave, he said to himself. I wish I could evolve for her. She never asked me to try, but I always wished I could. Just for her…only for her…my brave, courageous, reckless, maniacal, gentle, frail, fair trainer.
Growlie looked back again. There was no one following. She was leading everyone through the rugged terrain, Whisper sending her an aerial map as they ran. She knew that something was seriously wrong with her trainer, not just that she was unconscious. She was sick, terribly sick. She quickened her pace again, urging the other Pokémon to keep moving.
Of all things, Beacon hadn't wanted to use the Thunder. As one of the strongest electric attacks, it had the potential to knock a human out in one hit. With Mare in the condition she was in, it was even more hazardous. The girl's normally delicate health was always a concern of her Pokémon, especially Beacon's. Beacon had been Mare's first Pokémon, taken as a Mareep and raised with tender loving care. That was why Team Rocket had separated them: the Pokémon were being raised with affection.
Quagmire looked back at his trainer. She was pale, paler than normal. He wanted to help her somehow, but he could not. Not at the moment. He had been her third Pokémon, so he had a strong bond with her. If only there was something I could do now… he thought, then he looked back at the rugged path, trying with all his might not to look back at Mare.
Tyrant kept his eyes focused on the trail. He couldn't look back at Mare. Not with her in such pain. He had been her fourth friend, and also one of her favorites. Not that all of them weren't her favorites. She just seemed to have a soft spot for him. He kept running, staying right behind Growlie. He could see that the Growlithe was frightened and anxious. Almost as much as he was.
Whisper was running at Beacon's side, watching her trainer. She had been Mare's second Pokémon, and the girl loved her even with her disability. Because of this affection, Whisper had kept a special watch out for her master at all times. Even in her Pokéball, she could watch her trainer. That was how she knew Mare had left Team Rocket, and she had told Beacon, and Growlie, and Quagmire, and Tyrant, and Mega. Now there was more to be worried about than normal. With Mare in such a vulnerable state the Rockets might plan a second attack.
Zeke was soaking wet and very anxious. Even when Fluff had attacked her in the cave, it was only with a weak shock. And she hadn't been drenched then. This time she had been hit with one of the most powerful electric attacks in the books, not to mention that she had been soaking wet and her Ampharos was stronger than average.
Now each had only their hope to guide them.