Meanwhile,
Trainer Michael Traner walked down the road whistling the Original
Theme, when he heard a commotion up ahead.
"No! Please!
Not my children!" A woman screamed, with two crying children
that has an Arbok and a Houndoom staring at them hungrily.
"My
dear, if you want to keep them alive, you'll do well to do what I
say." A man clad in black and a ski mask, and wear a big red R
on the shirt, sneered. A Team Rocket member!
"hey! What's
going on here?" Mike said, furious at this possible
mugging.
"Nothing that should concern you, brat! Now go
away, or I'll be force to hurt them!" The man yelled.
"No
way! You hurt them, you face me!" The trainer shouted, his hands
on the Pokeballs on his belt.
"Very well, boy! Have it
your way!" The man sneered...
Pokemon
battle theme
plays.
"Wartortle, Sneasel, GO!" Mike
shouted.
"Kill them!" the Rocket roared, and the
children screamed.
"WHAT?!" Mike yelled. "Wartortle,
Water Gun! Sneasel, Faint Attack!"
Sneasel was the faster
of the three, and slashed with his long claws at Arbok. Wartortle
spewed a fire-hose blast of water at Houndour. The two Pokemon
stopped their attack on the children, and retaliated.
"You
little bastard! I'll get you, and your little Pokemon, too! Wrap
attack, Flamethrower, now!"
"Dodge and use Slash,
Sneasel! Withdraw, Wartortle!" Mike ordered angrily.
The
Dark/Ice type just managed to get out of the way of the Arbok's
sqeezing body and slashed it twice in the face, drawing blood.
Wartortle retreated into his shell, protected from the deadly
flames.
"Just you wait! Poison Sting, Takedown now!"
The snake spat deadly spikes, hitting Sneasel, and the Doberman
attacked Wartortle, taking some recoil.
"Great...Ice
Beam, Sneasel! Bubblebeam, Wartortle!" The two Pokemon unleashed
a double whammy of ice and water at their enemies, freezing and
soaking them at the same time. Arbok was frozen and Houndour
fainted.
"GAAAGH! Boy, your dead!" He started to
pull out a gun...
"Whaa!" Mike couldn't believe the
Rocket! "Sneasel! Hyperbeam, NOW!"
"SneeeeSSSEEELLL!"
Forming a ball of energy in his hands, Sneasel threw it and unleashed
a powerful beam of energy at the Rocket before he could fire,
blasting him and his Pokemon out of there.
"sigh That
was awful." Mike said. "Great job, you guys. Return!"
"Oh,
thank you!" the woman said, sobbing. "He wanted to take my
money, but when I refused, he was going to hurt Mya and Orville
here."
"You're welcome, ma'am." Mike said,
scratching the back of his head in pride. But at the back of his
mind, a scary thought occured. That's not like Team Rocket at all!
What's going on here? I need to tell the League authorities!
