Pardon the hiatus.  I was busy with other issues… but I'm back, posting these.

Normal disclaimer applies.

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~~~Shockwave's p.o.v.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is an interesting turn of events, definitely, I was thinking as I watched Aquafire fighting two Arcanines, one lightly gold, the other normal. We were gathered in a half circle around the clearing, Rockets grouped on the other half. First, the Rockets spring on us and we battle, all of us sustaining some sort of injury, and we manage to push them back. Now as it turns out, Aquafire's parents are here, and Aquafire has to fight them! I finished as the golden Arcanine gave Aquafire a series of scratches, then leaping back to use Flamethrower on him. Aquafire barely was able to dodge before the other Arcanine used Bite on his shoulder. I heard Aquafire's cry of pain.


"We have to help!" cried Fireburst flapping her wings up and down rapidly, throwing out little embers everywhere.


"Yeah, he can't beat two fully-grown Arcanines by himself!" agreed the newly-evolved Rokon. She had stood up and was ready for a fight, because she had this kind of bright glint in her red eyes.


"No, we can't help him," said Lunar, not taking his eyes off of the battle. "This is one battle that Aquafire has to face alone."


"Are you kiddin' me?!" cried Larissa. "You think we should just gape from the sidelines and watch as Aquafire gets beaten up by his own parents?"


"No, what he means is that if Aquafire runs into too much trouble, we can jump in, but in the meantime, we can't help," answered Boneguard, watching as Aquafire launched a Psychic at the normal Arcanine. The blast hit it right on the chest, making it bellow out in pain, but then it shook the blast off and charged at Aquafire again. The Arcanine headbutted Aquafire into a tree stump, but he quickly got up.


"So we stay on the sidelines and wait it out," I said, watching and waiting.

~~~Aquafire's p.o.v.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can't do this, I thought, dodging my mother's Flamethrower attack. Now my dad was trying to Bite me on my shoulder to cripple me and prevent me from defending. I can't possibly beat my parents!

**Flashback**

"Honey, he looks just like you," said my mom as I romped through some tall grass with my siblings, Skystar and Prism. Skylight had mom's gold tinge, while me and Prism were like our dad.


"Aquafire, Skylight, Prism, don't stray too far!" my dad called out. "There might be ferocious Raticates nearby!"


"We know dad!" yelled Prism. I tackled her playfully and we started rolling around in some leaves.

That night, a rainy, cold, desolate night, the dark people came.

"Get those Arcanines and the Growlithe!" yelled a raspy voice. I was brutally grabbed by rough hands and jammed into a tiny cage. I looked out and saw my two younger sisters cowering in a dark corner. The men didn't see them at all, or thought they were rocks, because they were so still. I was loaded onto a covered truck.


"Let's go!" yelled the raspy voice again. The vehicle took off through the grasses. I peered through the bars of my cage and could only watch as my home and my sisters disappear into the distance.

**end Flashback**

"Aaaahhhhhh!" I cried as my dad's razor sharp teeth embedded themselves into my left hind leg. He let go, and a ring of teeth marks serrated my leg. Every place where the teeth had dug in were now starting to bleed freely. I tried placing some weight on my leg, but it hurt too much. Now I was at a disadvantage, because I couldn't evade as fast as before.


"Now you will die," said my mother in a cold voice filled with malice. Her gold eyes, the ones I had looked into when I was a little Growlithe just opening my eyes onto the world, were now filled with a firey hate. She charged at me with the powerful Take Down attack. I rolled onto my bad side to avoid the attack, landing hard on my hurt leg, but she connected anyway, hurling me into a fairly large boulder. She blew past and swiftly turned around, ready to charge again. The blood wouldn't stop, and the pain racking my entire body was nearly unbearable. Even as my mom charged at me, ready to give the final blow, I couldn't move. I was ready to take the hit which could quite possibly kill me.


"Someday, the Rockets may be defeated once and for all..." I mumbled. "...and my parents will be saved, along with all the other pokémon who are slaves of the Rockets..."

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Cliffie.  Bwahahaha!  Anyway, I'll see when I can get the next chap up.