Okay, so the beginning is a bit slow. I promise, it heats up a bit later. And, sorry to say it, but I can't do humor. You'll have to find some other fic if you're looking for something humorous. Well, I'm just going to grab me some Valentines chocolates and be on my way to the end of this fic. See ya there!
Back to Normal?
"Now where am I?" Mare murmured as she came out of her sleep once more. A while ago, maybe minutes ago, she had felt the wind on her face. Or was it years ago?
"You're in a hospital," a soft voice replied. She didn't have to open her eyes to know it was Tony.
"Why?" she asked, her usual curious self again.
"Multiple reasons," her brother replied, standing and walking over to her. "One, you have a bad case of the flu. Two, I guess when you ran off you had some problems. They say there's a couple of cracked ribs, but that's about it."
"Lucky me," she said. For some reason she felt strangely tired.
"Get some more sleep, Mare," Tony said softly, stroking her hair. "You'll feel better later on."
"Where's Whisper?" she asked, already half asleep again. Mare felt a slight tickling under her chin, and knew that the Espeon was sleeping on her pillow, curled against her head. "Never mind," she whispered, and fell asleep once more.
Tony sighed and shook his head. Well, if anybody could survive that, it would be her. She's a bit sickly, but she's tough.
"How's she doing?" Zeke asked, poking his head into the room. He had visited almost twice a second since they had brought Mare to his father.
"She's doing fine," Tony replied, looking up at the brown-haired boy. "She just came to for a few seconds."
"And I missed it!?" Zeke shouted. Both Whisper and Tony shushed him immediately. "You people really like to keep me quiet, don't you? Mêlée did it once, Beacon did it once, Whisper's done it twice now, and you've done it almost thirty times in past week."
"Well, you really have to be quiet around here. It is a hospital, after all," Tony said. Zeke just sighed and left. Tony watched the door for one more minute, then sat down at the edge of Mare's bed. He carefully stroked some stray locks back into her mane.
Suddenly he heard someone running down the hall, no, two people. Zeke and his father bolted into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
"What...!?" Tony started to ask, but Zeke's father cut him off.
"Team Rocket is here," the man said.
"How many, and who?" Tony asked quickly.
"Three people, one boy who looks just like you and twin girls," Zeke's father said, panting.
"Joshua, Claire, and Josie," Tony muttered. The two other people just stared at him. "Joshua is my twin brother, trains Pidgey and Spearow. Claire and Josie are twins as well, but they're thirteen and excel with grass types. Claire likes dual grass Pokémon, meaning they have a second element, and Josie goes for pure grass Pokémon."
"Oh, they're here, are they?" Mare asked, sitting up in bed. Tony looked over at her, but did not force her down. "Well, we know one thing at least: Joshua isn't much of a threat to us here. With his well-trained enormous birds and his poorly trained basics, we should have no trouble with him. Claire and Josie might pose problems, but Cinders should easily wipe them out."
"That would be a great idea, but Cinders and the rest of my Pokémon are at my house," Zeke explained nervously.
"Oh, that was smart," Tony muttered. "Now how are we supposed to beat them!?"
"Flying types have an advantage over grass types, and they shouldn't have too much trouble with Joshua's weakling pigeons," Zeke said.
"That would be a great idea, but SOMEBODY insisted on taking my Pokémon," Tony said accusingly, glaring at Zeke's father. The man cringed, then all the talking stopped. The sound of boots clicking their way down the hall was reverberating through the room. Mare swung her feet off the edge of the bed and closed her eyes.
Tony moved closer to her and put his arm across her shoulders. Not for anything would he let them kill his favorite little sister.
Mare's hand moved hesitantly to the pocket of her jeans. As she slowly slipped her hand in the footsteps stopped.
"Shit," Zeke said. The people had stopped right at their door. The doorknob rattled slightly as the three tried to enter, but Zeke and his father were barricading the door with their own weight.
"Now what?" Tony asked desperately. In her pocket, Mare's hand clenched around six tiny balls. She smiled maliciously and stood up.
"Move out, Zeke," she said. He looked up at her. The look in her eyes was one that said she expected no trouble from the people waiting for them. Zeke stood slowly and walked away from the door. Zeke's father, startled and confused, followed suit. Suddenly the door came crashing in. It landed with a dull thump at Mêlée's feet.
"I was wondering when you three would get here," she said snidely. Three black-clad figures walked into the room.
"I suppose you already know what we're here for," Claire said, looking around. Tony was glaring at them.
"Oh, so the little flower's going to stand up to us, is she?" Josie asked cruelly. Tony's eyes narrowed, but Mêlée grinned.
"Yes, and the `little flower's' going to whip you all! Go, Mega!" she shouted, pulling her hand out of her pocket, enlarging the Pokéball in her hand, and throwing it, all in a single fluid motion. The Bayleef emerged before his trainer, ready to battle and win.
"Fine, then. Go, Tangles!" Josie shouted, tossing one of her own Pokéballs. A Tangela emerged and released almost twenty vines at Mega.
"Use Reflect to counter!" Mêlée shouted, and a copper-gold barrier formed around him, protecting him from the pale green vines. "Perfect, now Razor Leaf to cut them down to size!" Both Pokémon and trainer were wearing identical smirks of triumph. The leaf on Mega's head began to spin at incredible speed, releasing a flurry of razor-edged leaves. These fazed easily through the barrier, landing perfect hits on the Tangela opponent.
"Tangles, return!" Josie called in disgust.
"My turn," Claire shouted excitedly.
Mêlée patiently awaited the next choice, when Whisper's voice ran through her head. Look outside! She quickly turned to the window, and saw the best thing that could ever have happened.
"Okay, Mega, Body Slam!" she shouted. Their three attackers jumped out of the way to keep from being hit by the powerful Bayleef. Mêlée ran quickly after her Pokémon, looking quickly behind her. "Come on!" she shouted to her friends. Tony was at her side in seconds (after using his shoulder to slam Joshua into the wall), keeping pace with the fleet-footed Bayleef. Zeke and his father lagged behind a bit, but they were out of harm's way.
Joshua, Claire, and Josie just stared after them for a moment. Then they all shouted at each other, "Are you just going to let them get away!?" They all started their pursuit.
"By the way, where the heck are we headed!?" Zeke asked, panting slightly. Mega, Mêlée, and Tony were setting a furious pace!
"The front door!" Mêlée replied excitedly. As Mega rounded a corner he let out a cry. As Tony and his sister followed they saw what Mega was telling them: the doors were just ahead.
Mega slammed into the dual doors, bursting out into the frigid air beyond. Mêlée and Tony followed, Zeke and his father trailing behind.
As Claire, Josie, and Joshua burst through the doors, they saw their targets standing before them. The five were easy prey, yet Claire knew it was impossible for their side to win this battle.
So, what do you think makes Team Rocket on the losing side? I'm waiting for any reviews that might come my way, and I'd still love to know if you think one of the sisters should be nice like Tony.
Oh, and if you want to E-mail me, I'd be glad to hear from you! My E-mail address is lightningbeacon@aol.com. Well, I hope to hear from you soon! Bye!
Back to Normal?
"Now where am I?" Mare murmured as she came out of her sleep once more. A while ago, maybe minutes ago, she had felt the wind on her face. Or was it years ago?
"You're in a hospital," a soft voice replied. She didn't have to open her eyes to know it was Tony.
"Why?" she asked, her usual curious self again.
"Multiple reasons," her brother replied, standing and walking over to her. "One, you have a bad case of the flu. Two, I guess when you ran off you had some problems. They say there's a couple of cracked ribs, but that's about it."
"Lucky me," she said. For some reason she felt strangely tired.
"Get some more sleep, Mare," Tony said softly, stroking her hair. "You'll feel better later on."
"Where's Whisper?" she asked, already half asleep again. Mare felt a slight tickling under her chin, and knew that the Espeon was sleeping on her pillow, curled against her head. "Never mind," she whispered, and fell asleep once more.
Tony sighed and shook his head. Well, if anybody could survive that, it would be her. She's a bit sickly, but she's tough.
"How's she doing?" Zeke asked, poking his head into the room. He had visited almost twice a second since they had brought Mare to his father.
"She's doing fine," Tony replied, looking up at the brown-haired boy. "She just came to for a few seconds."
"And I missed it!?" Zeke shouted. Both Whisper and Tony shushed him immediately. "You people really like to keep me quiet, don't you? Mêlée did it once, Beacon did it once, Whisper's done it twice now, and you've done it almost thirty times in past week."
"Well, you really have to be quiet around here. It is a hospital, after all," Tony said. Zeke just sighed and left. Tony watched the door for one more minute, then sat down at the edge of Mare's bed. He carefully stroked some stray locks back into her mane.
Suddenly he heard someone running down the hall, no, two people. Zeke and his father bolted into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
"What...!?" Tony started to ask, but Zeke's father cut him off.
"Team Rocket is here," the man said.
"How many, and who?" Tony asked quickly.
"Three people, one boy who looks just like you and twin girls," Zeke's father said, panting.
"Joshua, Claire, and Josie," Tony muttered. The two other people just stared at him. "Joshua is my twin brother, trains Pidgey and Spearow. Claire and Josie are twins as well, but they're thirteen and excel with grass types. Claire likes dual grass Pokémon, meaning they have a second element, and Josie goes for pure grass Pokémon."
"Oh, they're here, are they?" Mare asked, sitting up in bed. Tony looked over at her, but did not force her down. "Well, we know one thing at least: Joshua isn't much of a threat to us here. With his well-trained enormous birds and his poorly trained basics, we should have no trouble with him. Claire and Josie might pose problems, but Cinders should easily wipe them out."
"That would be a great idea, but Cinders and the rest of my Pokémon are at my house," Zeke explained nervously.
"Oh, that was smart," Tony muttered. "Now how are we supposed to beat them!?"
"Flying types have an advantage over grass types, and they shouldn't have too much trouble with Joshua's weakling pigeons," Zeke said.
"That would be a great idea, but SOMEBODY insisted on taking my Pokémon," Tony said accusingly, glaring at Zeke's father. The man cringed, then all the talking stopped. The sound of boots clicking their way down the hall was reverberating through the room. Mare swung her feet off the edge of the bed and closed her eyes.
Tony moved closer to her and put his arm across her shoulders. Not for anything would he let them kill his favorite little sister.
Mare's hand moved hesitantly to the pocket of her jeans. As she slowly slipped her hand in the footsteps stopped.
"Shit," Zeke said. The people had stopped right at their door. The doorknob rattled slightly as the three tried to enter, but Zeke and his father were barricading the door with their own weight.
"Now what?" Tony asked desperately. In her pocket, Mare's hand clenched around six tiny balls. She smiled maliciously and stood up.
"Move out, Zeke," she said. He looked up at her. The look in her eyes was one that said she expected no trouble from the people waiting for them. Zeke stood slowly and walked away from the door. Zeke's father, startled and confused, followed suit. Suddenly the door came crashing in. It landed with a dull thump at Mêlée's feet.
"I was wondering when you three would get here," she said snidely. Three black-clad figures walked into the room.
"I suppose you already know what we're here for," Claire said, looking around. Tony was glaring at them.
"Oh, so the little flower's going to stand up to us, is she?" Josie asked cruelly. Tony's eyes narrowed, but Mêlée grinned.
"Yes, and the `little flower's' going to whip you all! Go, Mega!" she shouted, pulling her hand out of her pocket, enlarging the Pokéball in her hand, and throwing it, all in a single fluid motion. The Bayleef emerged before his trainer, ready to battle and win.
"Fine, then. Go, Tangles!" Josie shouted, tossing one of her own Pokéballs. A Tangela emerged and released almost twenty vines at Mega.
"Use Reflect to counter!" Mêlée shouted, and a copper-gold barrier formed around him, protecting him from the pale green vines. "Perfect, now Razor Leaf to cut them down to size!" Both Pokémon and trainer were wearing identical smirks of triumph. The leaf on Mega's head began to spin at incredible speed, releasing a flurry of razor-edged leaves. These fazed easily through the barrier, landing perfect hits on the Tangela opponent.
"Tangles, return!" Josie called in disgust.
"My turn," Claire shouted excitedly.
Mêlée patiently awaited the next choice, when Whisper's voice ran through her head. Look outside! She quickly turned to the window, and saw the best thing that could ever have happened.
"Okay, Mega, Body Slam!" she shouted. Their three attackers jumped out of the way to keep from being hit by the powerful Bayleef. Mêlée ran quickly after her Pokémon, looking quickly behind her. "Come on!" she shouted to her friends. Tony was at her side in seconds (after using his shoulder to slam Joshua into the wall), keeping pace with the fleet-footed Bayleef. Zeke and his father lagged behind a bit, but they were out of harm's way.
Joshua, Claire, and Josie just stared after them for a moment. Then they all shouted at each other, "Are you just going to let them get away!?" They all started their pursuit.
"By the way, where the heck are we headed!?" Zeke asked, panting slightly. Mega, Mêlée, and Tony were setting a furious pace!
"The front door!" Mêlée replied excitedly. As Mega rounded a corner he let out a cry. As Tony and his sister followed they saw what Mega was telling them: the doors were just ahead.
Mega slammed into the dual doors, bursting out into the frigid air beyond. Mêlée and Tony followed, Zeke and his father trailing behind.
As Claire, Josie, and Joshua burst through the doors, they saw their targets standing before them. The five were easy prey, yet Claire knew it was impossible for their side to win this battle.
So, what do you think makes Team Rocket on the losing side? I'm waiting for any reviews that might come my way, and I'd still love to know if you think one of the sisters should be nice like Tony.
Oh, and if you want to E-mail me, I'd be glad to hear from you! My E-mail address is lightningbeacon@aol.com. Well, I hope to hear from you soon! Bye!