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Yeah, nothing changed, I'm still poor, I still own jack all, and yeah.
If you're reading this. It means you might have read the previous chapter! WOOHOOO! Thank you!!! I love you soooo much for that, and I'd love ya even more if ya review?
Hint hint.
Here we go again! ~Neon Orange~= Wade's thoughts. %Neon Aqua%= Brian's thoughts. [Neon Peach]=Pokemon Translations.
Brian woke up with a sigh, looking around at the tent, the little light that pours through showing the sun is about to rise, the shadows of trees and tall grasses dancing on the sides of the tent. He looks around the tent quickly, analyzing his surroundings and still not used to waking up in a place that is not his room, taking a minute for his exact location to sink in. His eyes rest momentarily on Wade, and he starts thinking about the shorter teen he's been told to live with. %Okay. . . Sure he's a bit bossy . . . But he seems pretty nice underneath his pride . . . He'll probably warm up eventually . . .% Brian sighs, getting up and quickly getting dressed into clean boxers, socks, a pair of black baggy pants, a light t-shirt, and a large sweater overtop, not in the mood to dress up. He tugs on his boots over the pure black socks, pulling on his leather jacket and going out of the tent quickly, carrying with him his pokeballs, an extra pair of boxers, a small bowl, a towel and his cleaning supplies.
After moving a far enough distance away from camp, he quickly relieved his bladder, not quite enjoying that aspect of the wilderness. He quickly moves away from that spot, a blush staining his pale features, making his cheeks look like bloodstained snow. After yet again moving a 'safe' distance away, he scoops up some snow into the metal bowl, filling it just a bit over the rim with the fluffy white frigid flakes. "Blaze! Can ya come out for a second?" The fire pokemon came out, sitting on the snow with a bored look on his elegant heart shaped face. "Can you melt the snow in the bowl for me? I need ta brush my teeth?" The pokemon followed the request, melting the snow but not heating it, much to Brian's good fortune. He quickly brushes his teeth, spitting the excess out into the snow, and then requesting the pokemon heats the water. With that water Brian quickly washed his face, and feeling far cleaner, and awake now then he did prior, he walks off in search for a waterfall, or a river. Recalling his pokemon as he strides, listening hard for a source of water. He quickly follows the sound of a river, and quickly stalks over to it, stripping himself of everything but his boxers he shivers as he walks through the frigid weather into the freezing water. He shivers as he walks deeper into the water pushing off the ground with his feet and quickly becomes completely submerged under the white and gray waters. He splashes around in the water for a bit, cleaning himself off, and getting himself ready for the day, before quickly running out of the water and toweling himself dry and changing into the second pair of boxers. He quickly pulls the rest of his clothes on shivering.
His lips quickly grow blue and his hair already turning white and silver from the cold freezing the water to his hair. He stiffly walks back towards the camp, his naturally pale skin much paler, making him look like the walking dead. Unknown to Brian, his staggering stiffness attracts the omnivorous Rattata, the half starved group willing to eat anything, their normal food source of berries run out for the winter. The large group of ten Rattata silently stalks him from behind. When one of the purple rats steps on a twig and snaps it, Brian quickly turns around seeing the vicious rodents.
"Shit." Brian reaches for his pokeballs, quickly changing his mind, realizing that the 10-3 odds would end up not only hurting him, but his pokemon too. He quickly takes off his jacket containing his pokeballs, throwing it up into a tree far out of the Rattata's reaches. "Ha! You may eat me but you WON'T get anything else. Damned rats! But, you'll have to catch me first!" Brian retorts to the silent threat, refusing to give up too easily, he runs in the opposite direction of the rats, determination to NOT die making his muscles work despite how cold and tense they are. The Rattata pack gain slowly on Brian, the tall blonde's long legs working in his benefit, as he leaps up and grabs a high set branch, pulling himself higher into the tree. With a simple squeak, Brian begins to witness the pokemon below him begin to build a chain leading up to him, he frowns in a dark ominous way, a violent and possibly bloody solution coming to mind, but it's the only solution he thinks of. As the Rattata's get higher up closer to him, he leaps off the tree, landing straight on the tower of rats, most of them falling down knocked out, one of them bleeding heavily as the other Rattata's teeth dig across it's skin, sending blood all over all ten of the Rattata's and Brian. "Gross." Brian not wasting much time quickly runs off towards his jacket, jumping up and grabbing it free from the tree and quickly running back to camp, his dark pants masking the now frozen blood. He quickly opens the tent and falls inside, exhausted, frozen, and of course, bloodstained. Wade now waking up by the solid thump Brian makes upon impact with the ground looks startled, seeing the frost, blood and trauma instantly.
"What the fuck happened?" Wade asked, a worried expression on his tanned face as Brian takes off his pants and quickly crawls in his sleeping bag, shaking from shock and the cold.
"I went to get cleaned up . . ."
"And got all bloody and traumatized? Somehow I doubt that. What else happened?"
"I was walking back. I wasn't going quickly because I was cold. So cold. And then I heard something behind me. And there they were. They wanted to eat me. I ran."
"What were there.? Brian. Tell me."
"Ten Rattata. I ended up causing one to have an early demise. I climbed a tree . . . They formed a ladder to get to me, and I jumped on them, causing them to get knocked out, and one of them caused a big gash on another with it's teeth." Brian shivers and shakes, looking like a child a fourth his age. Wade sighs, putting an extra blanket over his new partner.
"It isn't your fault. Don't blame yourself. They tried to kill you; you just defended yourself. No one can blame you for doing what you did, you had to live." Wade whispers quietly, trying to sooth the silvery blonde of his distress. Brian, in response to the shock, the cold, and the stress, quickly falls asleep under the mini-mountain of blankets, his body quickly recharging from the undue stresses of that hour. Wade, being the only conscious one of the two, walks out of the tent quietly, starting another fire on his own, using the left over logs from last night, and starts cooking a breakfast for him and Brian, when the other wakes up, knowing that he'd most likely be famished. Wade scrounges through their items, pulling out pancake mix, and a frying pan, and starts cooking pancakes, which, would be an appropriate breakfast. Wade trudged through the instructions slowly, making sure his first meal would be tasty and nutritious, adding in small chopped up cherries. Wade took a five minutes shy an hour just preparing the pancake fluid, five minutes trying to put it on the frying pan, and less time putting the pancakes over the fire, holding the frying pan with one hand, and using a flipper with the other hand. The pancakes slowly brown over the dancing orange flames, Wade flipping them carefully, hoping Brian wakes up soon so his food doesn't go cold.
Meanwhile in the tent, Brian wakes up, his pillow stained by tears, he gets up and quickly changes, escaping from the tent with his jacket and pokeballs, sitting down on the same log as he sat on the night prior. Wade, absorbed in the pancakes, doesn't notice Brian sitting on the log as silent as a Persian. Wade finishes the pancakes, slipping them onto a plate, and walking over to the small area with logs as seats, finally noticing the taller blonde, nearly jumping out of his skin but maintaining a firm hold of the Pancakes. Wade hands Brian a small blue plate, handing him two of the four cherry pancakes, and slides himself next to Brian on another log. They both eat in silence, the only sound made was the scraping of the metal forks on the durable plates. Brian quietly finishes his meal, putting the plate down as quietly as he could.
"I will make every Rattata or Raticate pay for this. I will fight every rat I see, and I will win every time. The moon be my witness. I will not be as weak next time." Brian's voice quivers with determination, he stands up, picking up his plate, getting a large bowl and scooping up snow with it, melting it over the fire and begins washing dishes, an icy cold determination in his eyes, sending chills across the sparsely treed field. He quickly washes the dishes standing up, and putting everything away, Wade and he quickly ripping apart their campground, packing everything and walking towards Cherrygrove quickly. They move at a rate that they are just a few steps shy of jogging, Brian in the lead running away from his problems.
They quickly reach the town; Brian's look as cold and harsh as ice, most of the happy townsfolk of Cherrygrove avoiding getting in his way as the two trainers make their way down the sidewalk towards the Pokecenter. Brian walks through the automatic doors, barely waiting for them to open, handing his pokemon to the Nurse, with few pleasantries spoken.
"How many trainers came by here from Celadon Nurse Joy?" Wade asks, wondering what order they're going through in. "So far? You're the third group; we're still expecting two groups after you. May I speak with you privately for a moment?" Nurse Joy pulls Wade aside, "That young man, your traveling partner . . . He seems mean. Has he abused any pokemon? I'm asking this because we've heard that a tall blonde attacked an innocent trainer's Rattata, the pokemon ran away two days ago. The poor little dear ended up dying from the attack, killed by another Rattata's teeth apparently, or so said the pokemon itself with its dying squeak . . ."
"The Rattata's tried to eat Brian. He had to defend himself. And it happened just this morning, so he's in shock and in a bad mood."
"Did you witness the attack?"
"No, but why would Brian kill a pokemon like that?"
"How would I know? I spend my life healing pokemon, I wouldn't know why anyone has the urge to kill."
"He didn't do it!"
Brian, noticing the stress and anger walks over to the two, over hearing the argument and resisting the urge to use Nurse Joy's long bright pink hair as a noose.
"I didn't do it. Would you like proof of my innocence? Okay here we go. One, it's the beginning of winter, the Rattata that haven't started hibernating yet are beginning to starve and freeze, so they'd attack in groups in order to kill animals for food. Secondly, We can follow the blood trail and see I had to run from a group of Rattata's. Thirdly, you can use a psychic pokemon to go into my memories of that one moment and prove I didn't kill anything unless it was in self-defense. Do you want more proof?" Brian states, sounding very tired and angry.
" . . . Fine. We'll use a Kadabra to probe your mind. If you are lying he will find out." Nurse Joy storms behind her desk, grabbing a pokeball and releasing a Kadabra, the yellow and brown pokemon walking over to Brian putting it's hands on either side of Brian's head.
Then darkness, all Brian can see is a pure lightless, lifeless darkness realm. He tries to move, tries to get away from the void, but is trapped, not only unable to move and see, but unable to feel, or anything that a body can do. He quickly realizes that this void is the astral plane, the one place he cannot escape from: inside his mind. Brian feels something behind him, and then yet another weird feeling ensues, making him feel like his whole mind was being thrown through a sifter, like each little grain was being analyzed and detailed.
Not only did Brian feel vandalized and revealed, but also he felt naked under the probing. Brian's emotions building stronger, becoming more determined to make the invasive search to stop, knowing that the pokemon just could have looked at one single memory rather then all of them. His emotions grow dark, powerful and dangerous.
In the real world where both Nurse Joy and Wade still remain, both Brian and the Kadabra glow with an eerie light. Quickly Brian's glow shifting from a bright cheerful aqua blue into a deep, dark, angry sea-blue looking dark and ominous. The Kadabra happily digs and sifts through almost all of Brian's memories, almost completely done, until it gets blown back across the room crashing hard into the wall by an unseen force, Brian's limp body quickly falling onto the ground with a soft thud, his mind still trapped in the astral plane. Without the power of Kadabra holding him there, Brian's consciousness quickly returns to his body, causing his eyes to slowly flutter open into the harsh realm under the fluorescent lights.
"What did you do to my Kadabra?" Nurse Joy shrieks, running over to her injured pokemon.
"It was going through all of my mind . . . All of it . . . Things from years back. It released emotions. Once the emotions flooded the link, they over powered it. The excess energy sent your offending mind rapist flying across the room." Brian says, his voice sounding dangerously frosty towards the pink haired nurse. "Although, it found out I did not kill the Rattata on purpose, I was defending myself. Now if you would return my pokemon back so I can leave you to have a great day."
Nurse Joy bites her tongue, realizing there is nothing she can do officially, considering Brian did follow every rule there was in the clinic. "Fine. Here is your pokemon. Have a great journey and travel far from here." She strained the far from here, having to swallow her own urge to use her hair as a noose. She quickly hands Brian and Wade their pokeballs, and watch them leave, rushing back to her Kadabra's side to heal the wounded pokemon.
Brian and Wade quickly walk outside of the clinic, walking towards the northern exit of the town, Brian in a particularly mixed up mood, it is only 1 o'clock, and yet he had his mind raped, and was nearly killed. They quickly walk through the small town, feeling the eyes of the townsfolk on them, obviously hearing the rumors and deciding Brian murdered the small Rattata. Not even waiting for the full story, or a court conviction. Brian and Wade quickly exit the village quietly, the eyes not leaving them until they are completely out of the town.
"Let's never return there; there is too many bad memories, and rude people with rude minds and even ruder pokemon lingering on the streets. Let's just move fore wards and on wards and forget what happened here." The eternally optimistic and happy blonde remains determined to try to not be depressing for too long. He pulls out his mini-computer, reading it quickly, finding out what to expect on the upcoming route. "Apparently, there are a huge amount of bug pokemon, Rattata, Pidgey, Bellsprout, and Hoothoots around here, as well as many new trainers ready to show off. There apparently are ledges and cliffs blocking the path in some parts. Well. Let's get on with it, I'm sure we can destroy everyone and everything that gets in our way!"
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Well. Upon suggestion from a wise and experienced source, I've decided ta shorten the chapters, which, also means I'll be able to produce them a lot faster.
Yeah, nothing changed, I'm still poor, I still own jack all, and yeah.
If you're reading this. It means you might have read the previous chapter! WOOHOOO! Thank you!!! I love you soooo much for that, and I'd love ya even more if ya review?
Hint hint.
Here we go again! ~Neon Orange~= Wade's thoughts. %Neon Aqua%= Brian's thoughts. [Neon Peach]=Pokemon Translations.
Brian woke up with a sigh, looking around at the tent, the little light that pours through showing the sun is about to rise, the shadows of trees and tall grasses dancing on the sides of the tent. He looks around the tent quickly, analyzing his surroundings and still not used to waking up in a place that is not his room, taking a minute for his exact location to sink in. His eyes rest momentarily on Wade, and he starts thinking about the shorter teen he's been told to live with. %Okay. . . Sure he's a bit bossy . . . But he seems pretty nice underneath his pride . . . He'll probably warm up eventually . . .% Brian sighs, getting up and quickly getting dressed into clean boxers, socks, a pair of black baggy pants, a light t-shirt, and a large sweater overtop, not in the mood to dress up. He tugs on his boots over the pure black socks, pulling on his leather jacket and going out of the tent quickly, carrying with him his pokeballs, an extra pair of boxers, a small bowl, a towel and his cleaning supplies.
After moving a far enough distance away from camp, he quickly relieved his bladder, not quite enjoying that aspect of the wilderness. He quickly moves away from that spot, a blush staining his pale features, making his cheeks look like bloodstained snow. After yet again moving a 'safe' distance away, he scoops up some snow into the metal bowl, filling it just a bit over the rim with the fluffy white frigid flakes. "Blaze! Can ya come out for a second?" The fire pokemon came out, sitting on the snow with a bored look on his elegant heart shaped face. "Can you melt the snow in the bowl for me? I need ta brush my teeth?" The pokemon followed the request, melting the snow but not heating it, much to Brian's good fortune. He quickly brushes his teeth, spitting the excess out into the snow, and then requesting the pokemon heats the water. With that water Brian quickly washed his face, and feeling far cleaner, and awake now then he did prior, he walks off in search for a waterfall, or a river. Recalling his pokemon as he strides, listening hard for a source of water. He quickly follows the sound of a river, and quickly stalks over to it, stripping himself of everything but his boxers he shivers as he walks through the frigid weather into the freezing water. He shivers as he walks deeper into the water pushing off the ground with his feet and quickly becomes completely submerged under the white and gray waters. He splashes around in the water for a bit, cleaning himself off, and getting himself ready for the day, before quickly running out of the water and toweling himself dry and changing into the second pair of boxers. He quickly pulls the rest of his clothes on shivering.
His lips quickly grow blue and his hair already turning white and silver from the cold freezing the water to his hair. He stiffly walks back towards the camp, his naturally pale skin much paler, making him look like the walking dead. Unknown to Brian, his staggering stiffness attracts the omnivorous Rattata, the half starved group willing to eat anything, their normal food source of berries run out for the winter. The large group of ten Rattata silently stalks him from behind. When one of the purple rats steps on a twig and snaps it, Brian quickly turns around seeing the vicious rodents.
"Shit." Brian reaches for his pokeballs, quickly changing his mind, realizing that the 10-3 odds would end up not only hurting him, but his pokemon too. He quickly takes off his jacket containing his pokeballs, throwing it up into a tree far out of the Rattata's reaches. "Ha! You may eat me but you WON'T get anything else. Damned rats! But, you'll have to catch me first!" Brian retorts to the silent threat, refusing to give up too easily, he runs in the opposite direction of the rats, determination to NOT die making his muscles work despite how cold and tense they are. The Rattata pack gain slowly on Brian, the tall blonde's long legs working in his benefit, as he leaps up and grabs a high set branch, pulling himself higher into the tree. With a simple squeak, Brian begins to witness the pokemon below him begin to build a chain leading up to him, he frowns in a dark ominous way, a violent and possibly bloody solution coming to mind, but it's the only solution he thinks of. As the Rattata's get higher up closer to him, he leaps off the tree, landing straight on the tower of rats, most of them falling down knocked out, one of them bleeding heavily as the other Rattata's teeth dig across it's skin, sending blood all over all ten of the Rattata's and Brian. "Gross." Brian not wasting much time quickly runs off towards his jacket, jumping up and grabbing it free from the tree and quickly running back to camp, his dark pants masking the now frozen blood. He quickly opens the tent and falls inside, exhausted, frozen, and of course, bloodstained. Wade now waking up by the solid thump Brian makes upon impact with the ground looks startled, seeing the frost, blood and trauma instantly.
"What the fuck happened?" Wade asked, a worried expression on his tanned face as Brian takes off his pants and quickly crawls in his sleeping bag, shaking from shock and the cold.
"I went to get cleaned up . . ."
"And got all bloody and traumatized? Somehow I doubt that. What else happened?"
"I was walking back. I wasn't going quickly because I was cold. So cold. And then I heard something behind me. And there they were. They wanted to eat me. I ran."
"What were there.? Brian. Tell me."
"Ten Rattata. I ended up causing one to have an early demise. I climbed a tree . . . They formed a ladder to get to me, and I jumped on them, causing them to get knocked out, and one of them caused a big gash on another with it's teeth." Brian shivers and shakes, looking like a child a fourth his age. Wade sighs, putting an extra blanket over his new partner.
"It isn't your fault. Don't blame yourself. They tried to kill you; you just defended yourself. No one can blame you for doing what you did, you had to live." Wade whispers quietly, trying to sooth the silvery blonde of his distress. Brian, in response to the shock, the cold, and the stress, quickly falls asleep under the mini-mountain of blankets, his body quickly recharging from the undue stresses of that hour. Wade, being the only conscious one of the two, walks out of the tent quietly, starting another fire on his own, using the left over logs from last night, and starts cooking a breakfast for him and Brian, when the other wakes up, knowing that he'd most likely be famished. Wade scrounges through their items, pulling out pancake mix, and a frying pan, and starts cooking pancakes, which, would be an appropriate breakfast. Wade trudged through the instructions slowly, making sure his first meal would be tasty and nutritious, adding in small chopped up cherries. Wade took a five minutes shy an hour just preparing the pancake fluid, five minutes trying to put it on the frying pan, and less time putting the pancakes over the fire, holding the frying pan with one hand, and using a flipper with the other hand. The pancakes slowly brown over the dancing orange flames, Wade flipping them carefully, hoping Brian wakes up soon so his food doesn't go cold.
Meanwhile in the tent, Brian wakes up, his pillow stained by tears, he gets up and quickly changes, escaping from the tent with his jacket and pokeballs, sitting down on the same log as he sat on the night prior. Wade, absorbed in the pancakes, doesn't notice Brian sitting on the log as silent as a Persian. Wade finishes the pancakes, slipping them onto a plate, and walking over to the small area with logs as seats, finally noticing the taller blonde, nearly jumping out of his skin but maintaining a firm hold of the Pancakes. Wade hands Brian a small blue plate, handing him two of the four cherry pancakes, and slides himself next to Brian on another log. They both eat in silence, the only sound made was the scraping of the metal forks on the durable plates. Brian quietly finishes his meal, putting the plate down as quietly as he could.
"I will make every Rattata or Raticate pay for this. I will fight every rat I see, and I will win every time. The moon be my witness. I will not be as weak next time." Brian's voice quivers with determination, he stands up, picking up his plate, getting a large bowl and scooping up snow with it, melting it over the fire and begins washing dishes, an icy cold determination in his eyes, sending chills across the sparsely treed field. He quickly washes the dishes standing up, and putting everything away, Wade and he quickly ripping apart their campground, packing everything and walking towards Cherrygrove quickly. They move at a rate that they are just a few steps shy of jogging, Brian in the lead running away from his problems.
They quickly reach the town; Brian's look as cold and harsh as ice, most of the happy townsfolk of Cherrygrove avoiding getting in his way as the two trainers make their way down the sidewalk towards the Pokecenter. Brian walks through the automatic doors, barely waiting for them to open, handing his pokemon to the Nurse, with few pleasantries spoken.
"How many trainers came by here from Celadon Nurse Joy?" Wade asks, wondering what order they're going through in. "So far? You're the third group; we're still expecting two groups after you. May I speak with you privately for a moment?" Nurse Joy pulls Wade aside, "That young man, your traveling partner . . . He seems mean. Has he abused any pokemon? I'm asking this because we've heard that a tall blonde attacked an innocent trainer's Rattata, the pokemon ran away two days ago. The poor little dear ended up dying from the attack, killed by another Rattata's teeth apparently, or so said the pokemon itself with its dying squeak . . ."
"The Rattata's tried to eat Brian. He had to defend himself. And it happened just this morning, so he's in shock and in a bad mood."
"Did you witness the attack?"
"No, but why would Brian kill a pokemon like that?"
"How would I know? I spend my life healing pokemon, I wouldn't know why anyone has the urge to kill."
"He didn't do it!"
Brian, noticing the stress and anger walks over to the two, over hearing the argument and resisting the urge to use Nurse Joy's long bright pink hair as a noose.
"I didn't do it. Would you like proof of my innocence? Okay here we go. One, it's the beginning of winter, the Rattata that haven't started hibernating yet are beginning to starve and freeze, so they'd attack in groups in order to kill animals for food. Secondly, We can follow the blood trail and see I had to run from a group of Rattata's. Thirdly, you can use a psychic pokemon to go into my memories of that one moment and prove I didn't kill anything unless it was in self-defense. Do you want more proof?" Brian states, sounding very tired and angry.
" . . . Fine. We'll use a Kadabra to probe your mind. If you are lying he will find out." Nurse Joy storms behind her desk, grabbing a pokeball and releasing a Kadabra, the yellow and brown pokemon walking over to Brian putting it's hands on either side of Brian's head.
Then darkness, all Brian can see is a pure lightless, lifeless darkness realm. He tries to move, tries to get away from the void, but is trapped, not only unable to move and see, but unable to feel, or anything that a body can do. He quickly realizes that this void is the astral plane, the one place he cannot escape from: inside his mind. Brian feels something behind him, and then yet another weird feeling ensues, making him feel like his whole mind was being thrown through a sifter, like each little grain was being analyzed and detailed.
Not only did Brian feel vandalized and revealed, but also he felt naked under the probing. Brian's emotions building stronger, becoming more determined to make the invasive search to stop, knowing that the pokemon just could have looked at one single memory rather then all of them. His emotions grow dark, powerful and dangerous.
In the real world where both Nurse Joy and Wade still remain, both Brian and the Kadabra glow with an eerie light. Quickly Brian's glow shifting from a bright cheerful aqua blue into a deep, dark, angry sea-blue looking dark and ominous. The Kadabra happily digs and sifts through almost all of Brian's memories, almost completely done, until it gets blown back across the room crashing hard into the wall by an unseen force, Brian's limp body quickly falling onto the ground with a soft thud, his mind still trapped in the astral plane. Without the power of Kadabra holding him there, Brian's consciousness quickly returns to his body, causing his eyes to slowly flutter open into the harsh realm under the fluorescent lights.
"What did you do to my Kadabra?" Nurse Joy shrieks, running over to her injured pokemon.
"It was going through all of my mind . . . All of it . . . Things from years back. It released emotions. Once the emotions flooded the link, they over powered it. The excess energy sent your offending mind rapist flying across the room." Brian says, his voice sounding dangerously frosty towards the pink haired nurse. "Although, it found out I did not kill the Rattata on purpose, I was defending myself. Now if you would return my pokemon back so I can leave you to have a great day."
Nurse Joy bites her tongue, realizing there is nothing she can do officially, considering Brian did follow every rule there was in the clinic. "Fine. Here is your pokemon. Have a great journey and travel far from here." She strained the far from here, having to swallow her own urge to use her hair as a noose. She quickly hands Brian and Wade their pokeballs, and watch them leave, rushing back to her Kadabra's side to heal the wounded pokemon.
Brian and Wade quickly walk outside of the clinic, walking towards the northern exit of the town, Brian in a particularly mixed up mood, it is only 1 o'clock, and yet he had his mind raped, and was nearly killed. They quickly walk through the small town, feeling the eyes of the townsfolk on them, obviously hearing the rumors and deciding Brian murdered the small Rattata. Not even waiting for the full story, or a court conviction. Brian and Wade quickly exit the village quietly, the eyes not leaving them until they are completely out of the town.
"Let's never return there; there is too many bad memories, and rude people with rude minds and even ruder pokemon lingering on the streets. Let's just move fore wards and on wards and forget what happened here." The eternally optimistic and happy blonde remains determined to try to not be depressing for too long. He pulls out his mini-computer, reading it quickly, finding out what to expect on the upcoming route. "Apparently, there are a huge amount of bug pokemon, Rattata, Pidgey, Bellsprout, and Hoothoots around here, as well as many new trainers ready to show off. There apparently are ledges and cliffs blocking the path in some parts. Well. Let's get on with it, I'm sure we can destroy everyone and everything that gets in our way!"
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Well. Upon suggestion from a wise and experienced source, I've decided ta shorten the chapters, which, also means I'll be able to produce them a lot faster.