Instead of his rage cooling on the long trip home, the collector's anger
grew. He was furious that he had been beaten and that one pokemon still
walked free. He also knew that he probably would not find that pokemon
there any more, unless it was already owned. It had probably left
Goldenrod.
"It does not matter. I will find them ALL and make them mine!" he steamed, landing his helicopter on the roof of his rather large mansion. He entered his house at a slow simmer.
Still ready for action the man decided not to wait to go after his next pokemon, he would make plans that night. The collector felt much better after walking through his viewing hall and gazing at all of his prizes. Zapdos and Moltres were listless. Articuno was still struggling in the too warm environment. Entei did not stop pacing, back and forth, back and forth. Suicune was sleeping, but there was a look of depression on its face, if anyone knew how to read a pokemon's face. Raikou was suffering the most. It found it hard to eat or drink because of the injuries to its throat. It was also suffering from being cooped up and was beginning to show signs of losing weight. The legendaries had hardly touched any food, causing small, slow decreases in their health. The birds with their high metabolisms were most effect by this refusal.
The collector returned to his library. He was further inspired by the legendary pictures he had there.
"Who should it be?" he asked himself, "The beast of the sea Lugia? No, I need to prepare a larger enclosure for that one. The rainbow bird Ho-Oh? That one is a true beauty. The mysterious guardian of Goldenrod? No, it will be mine soon enough. Maybe Celebi, the protector of the forest? Or Mew, the rarest of all?"
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The pokemon landed silently on the roof of the mansion, looking around to see if it had been spotted. No one had seen it. Good, the pokemon need its secrecy. Using its psychic powers it quickly located the collector, who was talking to himself. The pokemon listened to his conversation, disgusted by what he heard.
"Pokemon are just objects to him, no better than the rocks that humans value," thought the pokemon, sickened, "I used to be viewed as a weapon, and now there is one who sees me as a prize to possess. That will not happen."
Still feeling that there was more than what there appeared to be the pokemon Teleported inside, neutralizing the security cameras as it went. He began to pick up mental readings, not only from the collector, but from many pokemon as well. It quickly assessed that the pokemon were prisoners here. The pokemon also noticed several pokemon minds that it had never contacted before. It curbed its curiosity and focused on the collector, who was the next floor up.
The collector was moving. The pokemon followed him with its mind. The collector was approaching another. This mind was so fragmented he could barely tell it was human. The pokemon went up to the next floor to find out what was going on.
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The collector entered the room where he was keeping Tasha. She shuddered and looked away. Tasha was overcome with guilt every time she saw him. His presence reminded her of her betrayal to the legendaries.
"You fail to understand," he said. "Tell me what I need to know and you don't get hurt."
"I can't! I won't!" she yelled, surprised she still had the courage to defy him.
"You will, you know the consequences," he hand reached for the tazer as Tasha paled.
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The pokemon stopped outside of the slightly cracked door, listening and watching the scene inside. It had heard the threats made, but was not sure what information the man wanted. It also heard a young girl's voice, fearful.
The pokemon could not see the girl, his view was blocked by the man. It saw him reach for the tazer on his belt and knew the danger. The collector stepped away, leaving the pokemon with a clear view of the prisoner.
She was slumped over and looked liked she wanted to collapse. She dangled from two manacles that were attached to her wrists from three feet poles. Her face was sheet white, and her mind was in a panic. He couldn't make out many details of her face because her stringy black hair was covering a better part of it. Then the pokemon saw her back. It was bleeding in one place, the shirt practically covered in blood. Most of it was dried and looked old, but the wounds beneath it were still fresh. The pokemon could tell she had been beaten several times, probably by the weapon the man now carried. It focused back on their conversation, determined to put an end to this.
"I keep my policy," the man was saying, "I only ask once. Now, this time, tell me where Mew is?"
"He's after Mew?" thought the pokemon, its dangerous temper threatening to flare.
"I don't know," she answered, "I never read that panel. I don't know."
"I am not in the mood for your lies," the man snarled, his grip on his dangerous weapon tightening. "The last one got away. I will not tolerate anything."
"The pokemon got away?" asked Tasha, for the first time, she had hope.
"How did she know about me? And what panel are they talking about?" wondered the pokemon.
"But not for long," growled the collector, "I will make them all mine. The rarest will complete my collect. Now, where is Mew?"
"I don't know," insisted Tasha, "I never read that panel. I don't know where that pokemon is."
"You lie!" he yelled, "You have read every panel in the Ruins of Alph! If you will not ell me, I will get the information my way!" He stepped behind her.
"The Ruins of Alph?" the pokemon asked itself, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I don't know," whimpered the girl, as she braced herself for the inevitable.
"Then this is your choice," he said as he turned on the tazer which made a slight buzzing sound. Tasha drew herself into a tighter ball, consumed by fear.
The man raised the tazer but the watching pokemon acted first. With a wave of its tri-fingered paw it released its glowing blue psychic power. The tazer froze in mid-air. A brief look of shock passed across the collector's face before he was thrown into the wall, unconscious.
Tasha heard the thud, and after she wasn't zapped, she risked opening her eyes. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw the collector sprawled on the floor, completely knocked-out.
"Now what?" wonder the pokemon as it thought through the wisdom of its next course of action. It entered the room.
Tasha heard a slight noise made by something approaching her. She risked raising her eyes and was shocked by what she saw. In front of her was a strange, feline like pokemon. It was white as snow, with a violet tail and eyes. It stood over six and a half feet tall, which was quite intimidating for Tasha in her crouched position.
The pokemon looked back at her. Tasha vaguely recognized the pokemon from the Ruins, but she collapsed from shock before she could put two and two together.
"Now what?" wondered the pokemon. While it knew a lot about pokemon anatomy, physiology, and medicine, it knowledge was some what limited when it came to humans. The pokemon knew the human child was in danger here, and need medical attention. Using its psychic powers, it forced some of her wounds closed and stopped the bleeding. It then eased Tasha out of the manacles and left her laying on the ground, promising to come back.
Knowing that both humans would be unconscious for a while the pokemon decided to use this time to search the building. The pokemon did not bother with the living quarters, but went straight to the area where it detected the other pokemon minds.
The pokemon was shocked by the number of rare pokemon it found. There was a Dragonite, a Clefable, a Porygon2 and even a Tyranitar. They all seemed fairly fearful as the pokemon passed and it knew that they were not treated right here. The pokemon used Teleport and sent them free outside, knowing they should be able to take care of themselves from there. It continued until it reached the hall with the pokemon minds it was not familiar with.
The psychic pokemon entered and was appalled by what it saw. Six of the legendary pokemon, caged like criminals. All bore wounds of a hard battle that had not been treated. The pokemon knew that they at least need a good meal and a good nights rest to even come close to full health.
Think of health made the pokemon think of the injured girl in the other room. Thinking of them injured reminded it of the healing waters of Mt.Cana, the place it used to call home. It had been invaded an no longer proved to be safe, but the spring was still there, under the mountain where the pokemon had moved it. The waters there would be perfect for all of the injured.
The psychic pokemon quickly summoned its strength and Teleported itself, the six legendaries, and the girl to the hidden cavern beneath Mt.Cana for treatment.
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"It does not matter. I will find them ALL and make them mine!" he steamed, landing his helicopter on the roof of his rather large mansion. He entered his house at a slow simmer.
Still ready for action the man decided not to wait to go after his next pokemon, he would make plans that night. The collector felt much better after walking through his viewing hall and gazing at all of his prizes. Zapdos and Moltres were listless. Articuno was still struggling in the too warm environment. Entei did not stop pacing, back and forth, back and forth. Suicune was sleeping, but there was a look of depression on its face, if anyone knew how to read a pokemon's face. Raikou was suffering the most. It found it hard to eat or drink because of the injuries to its throat. It was also suffering from being cooped up and was beginning to show signs of losing weight. The legendaries had hardly touched any food, causing small, slow decreases in their health. The birds with their high metabolisms were most effect by this refusal.
The collector returned to his library. He was further inspired by the legendary pictures he had there.
"Who should it be?" he asked himself, "The beast of the sea Lugia? No, I need to prepare a larger enclosure for that one. The rainbow bird Ho-Oh? That one is a true beauty. The mysterious guardian of Goldenrod? No, it will be mine soon enough. Maybe Celebi, the protector of the forest? Or Mew, the rarest of all?"
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The pokemon landed silently on the roof of the mansion, looking around to see if it had been spotted. No one had seen it. Good, the pokemon need its secrecy. Using its psychic powers it quickly located the collector, who was talking to himself. The pokemon listened to his conversation, disgusted by what he heard.
"Pokemon are just objects to him, no better than the rocks that humans value," thought the pokemon, sickened, "I used to be viewed as a weapon, and now there is one who sees me as a prize to possess. That will not happen."
Still feeling that there was more than what there appeared to be the pokemon Teleported inside, neutralizing the security cameras as it went. He began to pick up mental readings, not only from the collector, but from many pokemon as well. It quickly assessed that the pokemon were prisoners here. The pokemon also noticed several pokemon minds that it had never contacted before. It curbed its curiosity and focused on the collector, who was the next floor up.
The collector was moving. The pokemon followed him with its mind. The collector was approaching another. This mind was so fragmented he could barely tell it was human. The pokemon went up to the next floor to find out what was going on.
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The collector entered the room where he was keeping Tasha. She shuddered and looked away. Tasha was overcome with guilt every time she saw him. His presence reminded her of her betrayal to the legendaries.
"You fail to understand," he said. "Tell me what I need to know and you don't get hurt."
"I can't! I won't!" she yelled, surprised she still had the courage to defy him.
"You will, you know the consequences," he hand reached for the tazer as Tasha paled.
. .. ... .... ..... ...... ....... ........ ......... .......... ........... ............
The pokemon stopped outside of the slightly cracked door, listening and watching the scene inside. It had heard the threats made, but was not sure what information the man wanted. It also heard a young girl's voice, fearful.
The pokemon could not see the girl, his view was blocked by the man. It saw him reach for the tazer on his belt and knew the danger. The collector stepped away, leaving the pokemon with a clear view of the prisoner.
She was slumped over and looked liked she wanted to collapse. She dangled from two manacles that were attached to her wrists from three feet poles. Her face was sheet white, and her mind was in a panic. He couldn't make out many details of her face because her stringy black hair was covering a better part of it. Then the pokemon saw her back. It was bleeding in one place, the shirt practically covered in blood. Most of it was dried and looked old, but the wounds beneath it were still fresh. The pokemon could tell she had been beaten several times, probably by the weapon the man now carried. It focused back on their conversation, determined to put an end to this.
"I keep my policy," the man was saying, "I only ask once. Now, this time, tell me where Mew is?"
"He's after Mew?" thought the pokemon, its dangerous temper threatening to flare.
"I don't know," she answered, "I never read that panel. I don't know."
"I am not in the mood for your lies," the man snarled, his grip on his dangerous weapon tightening. "The last one got away. I will not tolerate anything."
"The pokemon got away?" asked Tasha, for the first time, she had hope.
"How did she know about me? And what panel are they talking about?" wondered the pokemon.
"But not for long," growled the collector, "I will make them all mine. The rarest will complete my collect. Now, where is Mew?"
"I don't know," insisted Tasha, "I never read that panel. I don't know where that pokemon is."
"You lie!" he yelled, "You have read every panel in the Ruins of Alph! If you will not ell me, I will get the information my way!" He stepped behind her.
"The Ruins of Alph?" the pokemon asked itself, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I don't know," whimpered the girl, as she braced herself for the inevitable.
"Then this is your choice," he said as he turned on the tazer which made a slight buzzing sound. Tasha drew herself into a tighter ball, consumed by fear.
The man raised the tazer but the watching pokemon acted first. With a wave of its tri-fingered paw it released its glowing blue psychic power. The tazer froze in mid-air. A brief look of shock passed across the collector's face before he was thrown into the wall, unconscious.
Tasha heard the thud, and after she wasn't zapped, she risked opening her eyes. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw the collector sprawled on the floor, completely knocked-out.
"Now what?" wonder the pokemon as it thought through the wisdom of its next course of action. It entered the room.
Tasha heard a slight noise made by something approaching her. She risked raising her eyes and was shocked by what she saw. In front of her was a strange, feline like pokemon. It was white as snow, with a violet tail and eyes. It stood over six and a half feet tall, which was quite intimidating for Tasha in her crouched position.
The pokemon looked back at her. Tasha vaguely recognized the pokemon from the Ruins, but she collapsed from shock before she could put two and two together.
"Now what?" wondered the pokemon. While it knew a lot about pokemon anatomy, physiology, and medicine, it knowledge was some what limited when it came to humans. The pokemon knew the human child was in danger here, and need medical attention. Using its psychic powers, it forced some of her wounds closed and stopped the bleeding. It then eased Tasha out of the manacles and left her laying on the ground, promising to come back.
Knowing that both humans would be unconscious for a while the pokemon decided to use this time to search the building. The pokemon did not bother with the living quarters, but went straight to the area where it detected the other pokemon minds.
The pokemon was shocked by the number of rare pokemon it found. There was a Dragonite, a Clefable, a Porygon2 and even a Tyranitar. They all seemed fairly fearful as the pokemon passed and it knew that they were not treated right here. The pokemon used Teleport and sent them free outside, knowing they should be able to take care of themselves from there. It continued until it reached the hall with the pokemon minds it was not familiar with.
The psychic pokemon entered and was appalled by what it saw. Six of the legendary pokemon, caged like criminals. All bore wounds of a hard battle that had not been treated. The pokemon knew that they at least need a good meal and a good nights rest to even come close to full health.
Think of health made the pokemon think of the injured girl in the other room. Thinking of them injured reminded it of the healing waters of Mt.Cana, the place it used to call home. It had been invaded an no longer proved to be safe, but the spring was still there, under the mountain where the pokemon had moved it. The waters there would be perfect for all of the injured.
The psychic pokemon quickly summoned its strength and Teleported itself, the six legendaries, and the girl to the hidden cavern beneath Mt.Cana for treatment.
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