1 Please forgive me, but I can't help it. My mind is twisted and evil,
and that's the only reason I write dismal stuff like this. Well, same
basic rules apply. Pokémon isn't mine. Well, I guess that's about it.
Enjoy! Ahh, fresh bread…
2
3 Aerial Escape
We're almost out of the mountains Whisper called up to Zeke. He was startled when she spoke. Her speech was perfect.
I am a psychic type. Enhanced learning comes easily to our type she explained.
"Okay, Arrow, take me up," he said to his Pidgeot. The flying Pokémon flapped hard, rain soaked wings beginning to take their toll on its flying abilities. As they reached the bellies of the clouds a flash of lightning bathed the rocks in an eerie light. He could see the end of the mountains! But he could also see the dozens of black-clad figures waiting for them.
Arrow coasted back down to the group, and Whisper glanced up at them. "There are Rockets waiting for us at the end!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the immense crash of thunder.
I knew they would be, Whisper said to herself. All right, everyone, let's take a break! she called to the rest of the Pokémon. They slowed their pace and finally stopped just before turning around a large cliff.
Arrow landed on the rocks beside Whisper, and Zeke jumped off the creature. Growlie slowly approached the Pidgeot and released a small burst of flames at the Pokémon's wings. The water trapped by the Pidgeot's feathers was turned into steam by the heat of the fire.
"Thanks Growlie," Zeke said, returning his Pokémon to its ball. Then he turned toward Beacon…and Mare. Mega was still steadying her against Beacon, but as the boy approached he withdrew his vines. Mare began to slip, but Zeke caught her, lowering her gently to the ground. Whisper padded up in front of them, and he took his first good look at the Pokémon.
The Pokémon's midnight eyes sparkled, reflecting her trainer at a better time. The jewel in the center of her forehead was ruby red, specked with gold and silver. While most of the fur of her coat was pale lavender, the tines of her tail were deep violet. The thing that caught his full attention were her legs: she only had three. Her left front paw was missing. Whisper sighed when she caught him staring at the place where her non-existent paw was.
"Birth defect," she assured him. Zeke looked back at the Espeon's face, but his eyes kept flickering to the place where her leg should have been. "All right, are you going to spend the day gaping at something that has not, is not, and never will be, or are you going to listen to this plan?"
Zeke looked down at the girl he held in his arms. She was shivering from cold, her skin deathly pale. She seemed to have slipped from unconsciousness into sleep, her breathing deep and even.
"I will take your silence as a yes," Whisper said, responding for him. The gold and silver sparkles in the Espeon's jewel began to whirl, then seemed to come out of the gem. They spiraled in the air, spinning faster and faster and creating an image of Arrow above her head.
"Now, Arrow is larger than a normal Pidgeot by a fair margin. This could be because of good training, or it could be from the fact that it was an abnormally large Pidgey. For your sake, I will think with the first choice. Since Growlie dried it's wings out, it can fly high into the clouds. There will not be any rain there, and the Rockets will never notice us," Whisper explained.
"What about the rest of the Pokémon?" Zeke asked. He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see Beacon's head beside his own. She was toying with something in her mouth. Then she spit it out. Lying on the ground was a Pokéball in its smallest possible form. It had a sticker on the top, one with a rainbow ball on it. He carefully reached out and enlarged it. Beacon bent down until her nose was touching the returning mechanism of the ball. She was instantly converted into red energy and absorbed by the ball.
"That's what we can do," the Espeon told him. "Mare always told us that, if worse came to worse, that we should keep our balls. She had a feeling that one day we would get taken by Team Rocket. Now I think we all understand why she told us to do that." As she said this she looked over at the other Pokémon. "They will all return to their Pokéballs, and I will stay out and travel with Mare."
"Is that fair?" Zeke asked as the other Pokémon deposited their balls before him.
"I am the only psychic type, the only one who can protect Arrow from the rain," Whisper explained. "I can keep Arrow's wings dry so that we can escape."
"Oh, I see," he said as he enlarged each of the balls in turn. Each of the creatures willingly returned to the spheres. As the last ball absorbed Growlie, Zeke minimized each, carefully slipping them one by one into the pocket of Mare's jeans. Then he called out Arrow.
The Pokémon looked down angrily at its trainer. As Zeke began to stand up, Arrow ruffled its feathers and screeched at him, wings extended in a threatening pose.
"What's wrong with Arrow!?" he asked Whisper nervously.
"It doesn't trust you," Whisper said sadly. "You never thanked it for carrying you through this storm, even though it was so hard to make it even this far."
"Arrow should know I appreciate everything it does for me!" Zeke exclaimed. He looked at his Pidgeot, the Pokémon that threatened to soar away at any moment. "Arrow, you know I didn't mean to ignore you," he said quietly. "It's just that I was so worried about Mare. Even you saw what happened to her. She needs help, and you're the only one who can take her to safety." Even his eyes pleaded with Arrow. It continued to hiss at them, although the sound faded slightly. "Please, Arrow. We really need your help."
Arrow withdrew its wings, but still glared at them. It looked from the tripod Espeon to its trainer, to the unmoving girl in its master's arms. The Pokémon's eyes lingered there. She was trembling from cold and pain. Arrow had seen had seen what happened to her, and it could easily see that her condition was nearing critical. It could not refuse to help her.
The Pidgeot lowered its head in a friendly gesture, and Zeke stood up with Mare. As he carefully lifted the girl onto his Pokémon's back Whisper jumped to the Pidgeot's head. Zeke leapt lightly aboard the flying type as Whisper created a pale violet shield over them all. Arrow flapped once, twice , three times, gaining about five feet of altitude. That was enough, and in under a minute they were soaring high above the clouds.
2
3 Aerial Escape
We're almost out of the mountains Whisper called up to Zeke. He was startled when she spoke. Her speech was perfect.
I am a psychic type. Enhanced learning comes easily to our type she explained.
"Okay, Arrow, take me up," he said to his Pidgeot. The flying Pokémon flapped hard, rain soaked wings beginning to take their toll on its flying abilities. As they reached the bellies of the clouds a flash of lightning bathed the rocks in an eerie light. He could see the end of the mountains! But he could also see the dozens of black-clad figures waiting for them.
Arrow coasted back down to the group, and Whisper glanced up at them. "There are Rockets waiting for us at the end!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the immense crash of thunder.
I knew they would be, Whisper said to herself. All right, everyone, let's take a break! she called to the rest of the Pokémon. They slowed their pace and finally stopped just before turning around a large cliff.
Arrow landed on the rocks beside Whisper, and Zeke jumped off the creature. Growlie slowly approached the Pidgeot and released a small burst of flames at the Pokémon's wings. The water trapped by the Pidgeot's feathers was turned into steam by the heat of the fire.
"Thanks Growlie," Zeke said, returning his Pokémon to its ball. Then he turned toward Beacon…and Mare. Mega was still steadying her against Beacon, but as the boy approached he withdrew his vines. Mare began to slip, but Zeke caught her, lowering her gently to the ground. Whisper padded up in front of them, and he took his first good look at the Pokémon.
The Pokémon's midnight eyes sparkled, reflecting her trainer at a better time. The jewel in the center of her forehead was ruby red, specked with gold and silver. While most of the fur of her coat was pale lavender, the tines of her tail were deep violet. The thing that caught his full attention were her legs: she only had three. Her left front paw was missing. Whisper sighed when she caught him staring at the place where her non-existent paw was.
"Birth defect," she assured him. Zeke looked back at the Espeon's face, but his eyes kept flickering to the place where her leg should have been. "All right, are you going to spend the day gaping at something that has not, is not, and never will be, or are you going to listen to this plan?"
Zeke looked down at the girl he held in his arms. She was shivering from cold, her skin deathly pale. She seemed to have slipped from unconsciousness into sleep, her breathing deep and even.
"I will take your silence as a yes," Whisper said, responding for him. The gold and silver sparkles in the Espeon's jewel began to whirl, then seemed to come out of the gem. They spiraled in the air, spinning faster and faster and creating an image of Arrow above her head.
"Now, Arrow is larger than a normal Pidgeot by a fair margin. This could be because of good training, or it could be from the fact that it was an abnormally large Pidgey. For your sake, I will think with the first choice. Since Growlie dried it's wings out, it can fly high into the clouds. There will not be any rain there, and the Rockets will never notice us," Whisper explained.
"What about the rest of the Pokémon?" Zeke asked. He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see Beacon's head beside his own. She was toying with something in her mouth. Then she spit it out. Lying on the ground was a Pokéball in its smallest possible form. It had a sticker on the top, one with a rainbow ball on it. He carefully reached out and enlarged it. Beacon bent down until her nose was touching the returning mechanism of the ball. She was instantly converted into red energy and absorbed by the ball.
"That's what we can do," the Espeon told him. "Mare always told us that, if worse came to worse, that we should keep our balls. She had a feeling that one day we would get taken by Team Rocket. Now I think we all understand why she told us to do that." As she said this she looked over at the other Pokémon. "They will all return to their Pokéballs, and I will stay out and travel with Mare."
"Is that fair?" Zeke asked as the other Pokémon deposited their balls before him.
"I am the only psychic type, the only one who can protect Arrow from the rain," Whisper explained. "I can keep Arrow's wings dry so that we can escape."
"Oh, I see," he said as he enlarged each of the balls in turn. Each of the creatures willingly returned to the spheres. As the last ball absorbed Growlie, Zeke minimized each, carefully slipping them one by one into the pocket of Mare's jeans. Then he called out Arrow.
The Pokémon looked down angrily at its trainer. As Zeke began to stand up, Arrow ruffled its feathers and screeched at him, wings extended in a threatening pose.
"What's wrong with Arrow!?" he asked Whisper nervously.
"It doesn't trust you," Whisper said sadly. "You never thanked it for carrying you through this storm, even though it was so hard to make it even this far."
"Arrow should know I appreciate everything it does for me!" Zeke exclaimed. He looked at his Pidgeot, the Pokémon that threatened to soar away at any moment. "Arrow, you know I didn't mean to ignore you," he said quietly. "It's just that I was so worried about Mare. Even you saw what happened to her. She needs help, and you're the only one who can take her to safety." Even his eyes pleaded with Arrow. It continued to hiss at them, although the sound faded slightly. "Please, Arrow. We really need your help."
Arrow withdrew its wings, but still glared at them. It looked from the tripod Espeon to its trainer, to the unmoving girl in its master's arms. The Pokémon's eyes lingered there. She was trembling from cold and pain. Arrow had seen had seen what happened to her, and it could easily see that her condition was nearing critical. It could not refuse to help her.
The Pidgeot lowered its head in a friendly gesture, and Zeke stood up with Mare. As he carefully lifted the girl onto his Pokémon's back Whisper jumped to the Pidgeot's head. Zeke leapt lightly aboard the flying type as Whisper created a pale violet shield over them all. Arrow flapped once, twice , three times, gaining about five feet of altitude. That was enough, and in under a minute they were soaring high above the clouds.