Ack! Dang it, that last chapter was riddled with errors… Oh well, I will make sure to double check this one. My friends dragged me off to a school dance. It was kinda sad, they just came over, dug threw my clothes, put makeup on my face and almost carried me out the door. The dance was pretty boring except I got asked to dance twice! J
Disclaimer: There are lots of things I don't own, including Pokemon
Rayleon Ronoh winced as he opened the door to the morning sunshine, or at least what would have been morning sunshine if the smoky attacks and dust from raging pokemon battles didn't fill the air. The "Welcome to Rustboro City" sign hung from a single nail on it's tilted post. The paved ground was littered with trash, and the gorgeous fountain was rusted and broken. The absence of the clear waters crashing against the glimmering walls of the once working fountain was covered up by the cheers, commands, and shouts of Team Magma trainers. Few citizens of Rustboro City walked down it's paths. Instead, they hid inside, waiting for it all the turmoil and chaos to pass. But little did they know it would only become worse.
Rustboro City was one of the biggest and most important Cities in Hoenn. Like the other big cities in Hoenn, Johto, and Kanto, Rustboro was swarming with one of the three pokemon teams, in this case, Team Magma. Clearly, winning Rustboro City had been a major accomplishment for Team Magma. Not only did it house Devon Corp., but it also was the home of one of the most impressive systems of Pokemon schools. Maxie, leader of Team Magma, forced every teacher to teach pro-magma ways. He made the teachers stress how more landmass, (a Magma belief) would be better.
Rayleon quickly made for the Pokemon Center. He was almost there when a Team Magma Grunt neatly intercepted him. "Hey kid! You have to have permission from Team Magma to enter the Pokemon Center!" What is this creep trying to pull? Rayleon thought. He had never heard of a rule that stated you had to have permission before…
"And what moron made up that stinkin' rule?" Rayleon shouted back in challenge. He examined the tall Magma. His outfit was that of a typical Magma Grunt. Grey knee pants held by a red buckle with a silver clasp. Long red socks and grey and red gloves covered heavily muscled arms and legs. Over a grey undershirt he wore a jacket type article of clothing reaching down to about his ribs. It depicted the Magma crest on the front. A horned hood shadowed his face.
The Magmas face contorted with anguish. "You fool!" he spit out at Rayleon. Oh shit, Rayleon thought to himself, Damn my temper! My pokemon are in no condition to battle! Why else would I be coming to the Pokemon Center? Rayleon always did seem to have a way of digging himself a deeper hole than he was already in.
"Gotta fly!" He shouted at the Magma before putting on a burst of speed and rounding the corner of a soot stained building. He heard the man swear violently and start to give chase. Rayleon ran blindly ahead. His panic only increased at the sound of the Magma's boots hitting the ground not far behind him. Rayleon could tell he was starting to draw a lot of attention to himself by the way that the Magma grunt's teammates yelled at him as he sped past. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been. Nobody ventured outside their homes in Rustboro unless they were a strong trainer or had good connections with the Magmas. He had been bound to catch their attention!
Deep growling by his ankles caused him to glance down. Oh shit! He groaned. The stupid Magma had sent his Poochyena after him! "Poochyena! Tackle!" A distant voice cried out. The dog pokemon's speed picked up and he came charging towards Rayleon. There was no way Rayleon would be able to outrun a Poochyena on foot! Rayleon looked frantically around, searching for a way out. The pokemon trainers school? No, there were already too many magmas in there… The Pokemon Center and Mart were to far away… Yes, the Rustboro City Gym! Roxanne wouldn't tolerate any Magmas in her gym.
He was just a few yards away from the gym when the crushing impact met his back. Rayleon feel forward, his knees and elbows scrapped against the pavement. His wind was knocked out of him and he could hear the vicious barks of the poochyena. His vision clouded and the constant barking grew faint. "NO!" He heard someone yell, but they sounded far away… He saw something blue in front of his eyes. A startled yelp was the last thing he heard before he fell unconscious.
What will happen to Rayleon? Keep reading!
I hope this chapter is better than the last, please r&r and tell me what you think!