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Lost Chapter 1 (Chapter 11)

Samantha made her way to the tip of Cerulean Cape. All the townspeople including Daisy, insisted that she go meet Bill, the famous Pokémon researcher.

"Boy this is a long walk Bobby," Samantha grunted.

"Bulba!" Bobby replied.

Samantha, crazy as this sounds, actually wished she could TALK to Bobby. She wanted to know where he came from, and why he knew water attacks…the more she though about it, the less sense it made to her. The very question burned in her soul. This journey was made harder by the fact that she had no person-to-person conversations anymore. Sure there was AJ on the PokéGear, but it wasn't the same as staring into those nice eyes…What IF should could talk to Pokémon? She'd ask Julie why she loves fighting. Or why does Lianne like eating so much?

She finally came to the lone house upon Cerulean Cape. It was locked, as USUAL…with a note on the door:

"Gone to install a new TRADE MACHINE!
See You in Goldenrod City! —Bill"

Goldenrod City?! That was all the way in Johto!

"Great! All that walking for nothing!" She yelled at the door.

"Bulba! Bulbasaur…Saur!" Bobby joined in…

"Oh well. I guess we should crash here tonight. By the time we get back to Cerulean City, it will be about 3 AM, and I need my beauty sleep!" Samantha declared.

"Saur!" Bobby agreed. "Bulba? Bulbasaur??"

See! That's why Samantha wanted to know what Bobby was saying. He saw something, and she doesn't know where or what! But off in the distance, she saw what Bobby was growling at. All she could make out was a light on the beach, so she crept over quietly to the hills above the beach.

Along the shoreline across from Bill's house, Samantha saw a Flareon and a Charmander. The Charmander seemingly had its right arm over the Flareon's shoulder. The Flareon rested its head against it paws, which had something between them.

"Aw how cute!" Samantha whispered so not to be heard. The Flareon's sensitive ears twitched for an instant, and it whispered over to the Charmander…

"Charles, there's someone over there up on that hill above us." She said in her Pokémon language.

"I'll go take a look Flare." Charles replied.

Charles turned around, to barely make out the image of a young woman.

"It's just another trainer!" Charles said annoyed.

"You don't think that trainer will try to capture us, do you?" Flare asked with concern.

"I hope she does!" Charles said confidently, "Remember? We came out here to get better!"

"Yeah but we can't battle now. We have this little one here to look after…"

Flare motioned down to the space between her paws. Occupying that space, was a baby Cubone—sound asleep.

"Hey you know I love that little guy. But I think I should go and scare her away, while you watch him. I can handle it." Charles said.

"Okay…but be careful Charles! Remember what Ryna told us about other trainers."

Charles got up and strutted over towards the peeping-tom trainer.

"Charmander!" he screamed out menacingly to Samantha.

Something inside of Samantha made her feel wrong. She didn't want to fight this particular Charmander for some reason unbeknownst to her. She soon put her finger on what bothered her.

"Hey there little guy. I don't want to fight you—OR that Flareon. You belong to someone else…right?"

Charles stood there in shock. How did she know that?

"How the heck…" Charles blurted out. Of course, that only registered as "Charmander" to Samantha.

"I mean come on! How many WILD Charmander or WILD Flareon do you see everyday. Besides, Flareon evolve from Eevee. But only if a human exposes them to a Fire Stone. So both of you must belong to someone else." Samantha said wisely.

Charles has to admit, he was impressed. The average trainer would've tossed a Poké Ball first, then asked such questions.

"Yeah! You tell that Charmander, Samantha!" another voice boomed out of nowhere.

"Samantha?" Flare said. She immediately lowered her head in sadness. "Sam…"

"Calm down Flare! It's not the same Sam. And who the heck said that anyway?!" Charles sneered in anger. He hated it when Flare got upset.

Bobby stepped out from behind his trainer. He took long strides, until he was directly in front of Charles. Charles stood there with his mouth wide open. What was this Bulbasaur doing here?

"Long time no see…" Bobby said to Charles.

"Oh my God! How the heck are you…I mean…didn't you…"

"Oh yeah—I remember you…'Charles' is it? I remember you VERY well!"

"But that day…on Cinnabar…that day…" Charles spoke gravely as he went into a flashback…

It was a warm morning, as far as winters go. But then again every day was a warm one on Cinnabar Island. The tourists had gone home for the winter. The island may have been warm, but the waters were about 50 degrees!

Charles' mind focused in on the tiniest house on the island. That is where his very first trainer, a little old lady named Bette, resided with her favorite Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur.

Charles hated remembering that particular day, because it was one of his saddest memories. Bette passed away that day, survived only by her 3 Pokémon.

In Bette's will, she had asked that Squirtle and Charmander be given to the great Professor Oak of Pallet Town. So that they could have their lives started anew with a brand new trainer. As for the Bulbasaur, the rare creature was to be released into the wild.

Ever since he was born, Charles had a trainer. As a baby, he was given as a gift to Bette. He had never had the grand experience of being WILD. The one thing he didn't know the feeling of. He never really thought about it much until that day. That one fateful day…

Extremely jealous of the Bulbasaur, the Squirtle had a plan. Squirtle too, was never wild. Jealousy forces a mind—human and Pokémon alike—to think horrible things. The Squirtle would release the Bulbasaur…into the cold ocean! Where he had always longed to be… Squirtle had asked for Charles' help, but he wanted no part of watching another Pokémon suffer.

The Squirtle went on as planned. Using sunflower seeds and rose petals, he lured the Bulbasaur away from the house. As for Charles, he agreed to pretend he didn't know what Squirtle had planned for that night. So he stayed behind. In doing so, Charles' conscious started to get to him. That blue-colored Bulbasaur was Bette's favorite. It burned Charles inside out…he had to stop Squirtle.

When Charles arrived at the oceanfront of northern Cinnabar, Squirtle had already gotten the Bulbasaur onto the raft. Squirtle was about to let the raft drift, by letting go of the rope.

"WAIT! STOP!!", Screamed Charles running to stop the Squirtle. As he ran to halt the evil plot, Charles tripped over a small rock. In one last desperation, Charles launched an EMBER attack at the Squirtle. The Squirtle quickly WITHDREW into his shell. The ball of fire connected with the rope behind him, burning it clean through.

The Bulbasaur had just finished his last delicious rose petal, in time to see the fireball break the rope that held the raft. It franticly used VINE WHIP and grabbed onto the peg the once held the rope. The peg was of fire, so it couldn't hold on much longer. With an evil grin, the Squirtle grabbed the Bulbasaur's vine, and bit it hard with BITE attack, forcing it to let go. The phrase it screamed next, the very first time Charles heard it talk, would haunt him for the rest of his life:

"I'll get you for this you stupid Charmander! You dumb Squirtle! You can't get rid of ME so easily! I'll…get…you…" it shouted as it disappeared from sight.

Charles came back to reality in time to see Bobby right in his face.

"I told you I'd survive! I told you I'd get even for what you did to me…what you took away from me…now it's time to pay the piper you stupid lizard!" Bobby said gritting his teeth together.

"But…But I tried to help you!" Charles could barely let out of his voice.

"Yeah…you HELPED me alright!" Bobby yelled as he charged and hit Charles with his TAKE DOWN attack.

"BOBBY! I thought I said we weren't going to fight this Charmander! Stop it this instant!" Samantha commanded firmly.

Samantha obviously had no idea how personal this was to Bobby. Nor did she have those answers about Bobby's past she desperately longed for. A real shame Samantha couldn't understand Pokémon language like the trainer which Charles and Flare could. Otherwise, she'd have those very answers…she would have solved ½ the mystery of Bobby.

"You aren't going to believe me?" Charles said getting up, "You are too stubborn to hear the truth 'Bobby'. Now, we FIGHT!"

Samantha felt powerless. Her knees were weak. "They look like they're going to kill each other!"

She held out a Poké Ball.

"Bobby RETURN NOW!"

"Stay out of this Samantha!" Bobby hissed smacking the Poké Ball out of mid-air. The angry way that he uttered "Bulbasaur" to Samantha, made her begin to cry. She did not want to see this happen.

"That's it! I'll GET YOU!" Bobby cried in rage.

"This is for your own good you stubborn, stupid Bulbasaur!" Charles cried back—unleashing a FLAMETHROWER attack.

Bobby took the painful hit, but refused to go down. Too much pride was on the line. "All those years I spent floating place to place…all the suffering and cold nights at sea…eating Goldeen just to stay alive—who ever knew I'd make it to show you THIS!"

Bobby pushed his lips together…and let fly a HYDRO PUMP attack.

Charles never saw it coming. The powerful water attack completely drenched the Fire-type's little body sending him to the ground in agony.

"Now 'Charles'…REVENGE IS MINE!" Bobby growled wrapping a vine around the Charmander's neck. "But I'm not like you and that dumb Squirtle…I will never sink to your murderous level. You just remember this—I may not have finished you today…but next time you may not be so…"

"NOOOOOO!" Flare cried seeing Charles being strangled. Flare jumped into the air. Her eyes turned crimson red with power. A barrier of shielding fire surrounded her entire body. She unleashed the HELLFIRE attack right at Bobby. Bobby had to let go of Charles just so they BOTH didn't get wiped out! A large wall of flames now stood between Bobby and Charles with Flare.

"I don't know what your problem is you mean Bulbasaur, but you had better cool it. Before I give you a SERIOUS attitude adjustment!" she called through the wall of flames as she helped Charles get to his feet.

"Hey…you go your whole life knowing you were almost killed by someone you THOUGHT was your friend, Flareon." Bobby said in a much more humble voice.

The HELLFIRE subsided. So did tempers.

"Look 'Bobby', I know you think I tried to kill you…I know nothing will change your paradigm on that." Charles paused to let Bobby nod. "But I know I can prove my innocence…"

"Listen 'Charles', I can never forgive you…I hope you realize that."

"I understand 'Bobby'. Here's what I want you to know. You should find that damn Squirtle. He did it…and if you ever see him, beat him up…just as you did me. BEAT the truth out of him!" Charles said.

"I might just do that—but until then…GOOD DAY!" Bobby said bluntly as he turned away.

"WAIT!" Flare called to Bobby. "What about…HER?"

Flare motioned towards Samantha. She was bawling out of control. Upset watching Bobby physically disobeying her…having witnessed a HELLFIRE attack, which nearly took her Pokémon's life.

"Oh my goodness! What have I done?!" Bobby cried out, "How can I make it up to Samantha? She's probably afraid to even look at me now."

"Serves you and your stupid revenge right!" Flare barked. "But I know that every Pokémon deserves respect from the ones the call 'master'" Flare wisely commented.

"Yeah I feel bad 'Bobby'. It's our fault too. How do we make this up to you and your trainer?" Charles inquired.

"How should I know?!" Bobby sobbed. After a battle with Charles…after all he had endured—it was awful to discover the one thing that broke his large pride—was his love for his trainer…the one person who had ever loved him as much as Bette. The person who saved his life…the person he felt eternally indebted to.

"I've got an idea…" Flare sighed.

Flare walked back over to where the little Cubone slept peacefully. She gingerly looked down at the abandoned baby Pokémon that Charles had found 2 days prior. His parent or parents, no doubt capture in the wild. That happens all the time. How a family of wild Pokémon, can be ruined by on trainer. Flare spent the last 2 days nursing it back to health with Charles.

"Charles—let's give that girl our little Cubone…" Flare said.

"WHAT?! Why would we do that?" Charles rebutted.

"Can't you sense something in that girl Charles? I know that she is a kind an loving person, but I…I feel…something else about her." Flare said listening to her conscious.

"Yeah—otherwise, how could she have known we had a trainer already?" Charles added.

"Let me handle the 'CUTE' stuff…" Flare winked.

Flare smiled walking past Bobby and towards Samantha, who was still crying uncontrollably. At the sight of Flare approaching her, Samantha took a few steps back in fear until her back was against a tree. Flare trotted to Samantha's side and nuzzled against her leg affectionately.

"Flareon" she told Samantha.

Samantha opened her scared eyes, to see the Flareon actually showing a sign of affection to her. Samantha sniffled a bit, then reached her shaky left hand to touch Flare.

After letting Samantha pet her for a while, Flare took her right pant leg into her mouth and tugged on it. She pulled at it and tried to get Samantha to move with her.

"Wha—What? You want me to follow you?" Samantha said between tears.

"Flareon!" Flare answered.

Samantha followed Flare to the spot where the little Cubone rested.

"Awwww! How cute!" Samantha said…forgetting why she was so upset.

"Bulbasaur!" Bobby said leaping into Samantha's arms He nuzzled his head against her neck.

"Oh Bobby…I'm so sorry! I just thought you didn't want me as your trainer anymore…" Samantha hugged Bobby close to her.

Bobby leaped out of her arms and onto the ground. Flare nodded to him, and he used his vines to hoist Cubone up into the air. His vines swung around, and placed the sleeping Pokémon into Samantha's arms.

"Oh no Bobby—this Cubone isn't ours…"

"Bulba! Bulbasaur!" Bobby urged.

"You mean they want me to take care of it?" Samantha could not directly understand Pokémon talk, but she could see what Bobby was trying to tell her.

Cubone woke up to find itself in Samantha's arms. She held him as carefully as she would hold her own baby someday.

"Cubone?" it said confused.

It immediately began to snivel and cry.

"Oh don't cry Cubone!" Samantha said in a sweet voice. She reached into her satchel and removed a BERRY. Cubone stopped crying, took the berry, and swallowed it with one gulp.

Samantha put the Cubone over her shoulder, and patted its back lightly. Eventually it let out a loud belch.

She smiled and then began to tickle Cubone's stomach.

"Bone! Bone! Bone!" it laughed forcing Samantha to giggle.

Flare knew that she had made the right call. She motioned to Charles it was time to go. The two Pokémon bolted off to the South, while Samantha was distracted.

"Remember 'Charles' this isn't over!" Bobby reminded him.

"Just find that Squirtle!" was all Charles called back.

Bobby nodded his head. He went back to Samantha's side. She would soon notice, that Cubone was all hers now—Flare and Charles having departed. Bobby decided that, that news could wait. He just loved to see his best friend…smile again…