Just a fanfic reader, I really think you should join in and write fanfictions too! I'd be one of your first readers. ;) Anyways, thanks a lot for your review, I haven't considered half of the points you've mentioned. I can tell you now that when the Team Rocket base shows up, the Rockets will not have all these forest creatures just for greed.
Anyways, I just finished the new book in the Warriors series, but I'm not going to be using any ideas from it. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter!
Chapter 6
It did not take much longer for the Rockets to pack the net full of Pokemon into their truck. As they climbed into it, none of them keeping guard, Umbreon led the tyros to the truck. Something they didn't plan for, the Rockets had shut and locked the net inside the back of the truck, and even fire wouldn't open it back up.
"What now?" Fern asked grumpily. A puff of disgusting smoke blasted out of the exhaust pipe as the truck started to move, causing them all to gag on its smell.
"We hang on for our lives!" Umbreon responded as he jumped at the truck and landed on a jutting out edge. He bit into the slightly hard rubber it was made of, and kept all four paws safely on the edge. As the truck started to move faster, Umbreon heard a series of plops. Fern, Noric, Riken, and the muscular male Eevee had made it, and were holding on by teeth and paws. But the rest had fallen off from the breeze that was making Umbreon's gums num and pushing away so it felt like all his sharp teeth were being ripped out.
Umbreon realized that his idea was not so good when the truck picked up speed again and so did the breeze. Blood started to trickle from his mouth, and it wasn't getting any better. They couldn't let go now, as the ground was whizzing past as such a great speed that if any of them fell off, it would most definitely take his or her life.
Then they hit bumps. The first one rocked the tyro's bodies and made it even more difficult to hold on. The next few loosened Umbreon's grip so much that he thought that he was going to lose all his teeth and then fall to his death. He realized that Fern, who was clinging beside him, had already lost her back paws, which were dangling dangerously close to the rocky road. After the next bump, they both slipped back a couple more centimeters.
But like a blessing from the Pokemon gods themselves, as if they were watching and looking after the Pokemon that were daring enough to try a stunt this bad, the last bump was enough to shake the upper half portion of the truck's back end in which they could climb into, if they could get past the wind.
Out of the corner of his eye, Umbreon saw Riken hold out a paw and get it over the edge of the opening. He held it there unsteadily, while reaching out with the second upper paw and getting it next to the first. Riken then jumped with all the strength left in him, and landed inside of the truck.
Umbreon tried to do the same, but his paw was blown back, and his grip on the ledge lessened enough that he had a good view of Fern, who was loosing more and more of her grip by the second, and the ground, which was starting to level out some. But it had turned worse, as the level ground was black, and would be just as bad to fall onto.
Riken was holding onto Noric's paws with his mouth as the Eevee jumped and successfully made it in after the Vulpix. Umbreon tried yet again to get himself up, and found that Noric was holding onto his single black paw with his own mouth, but it was slippery with what he thought was blood. The muscular Eevee made it in as well with Riken's help.
As Umbreon was about to let go of the rubber edge to jump to safety, he saw that Fern was in the last millimeters of falling off. He felt horrible for putting the female Eevee in such a horrible place in the first place, and decided he would help her instead.
Using his back paws, which he was letting dangle now; Umbreon grabbed Fern's middle and felt a horrible pain in his mouth as his head had to be twisted to one side for this stunt to work. He realized he had lost two teeth, and they both were imbedded in the rubber. Another gust of wind wrenched his hold on the rubber, but he didn't care anymore. Umbreon pushed forward with his paws, giving Fern more ground and putting him in an even more awkward position.
Noric was still holding onto Umbreon's front paws, and he thought that would be enough as he let go of the rubber and used his own mouth, grabbing Fern by the scruff of her neck and pushing her the extra distance until she herself let go of the rubber and clamped onto two of Riken's tails and was pulled into the truck.
Misfortune was Umbreon's enemy today though, because as his body was buffeted by another gust of wind, Noric's hold on him slipped and he found himself tumbling back from the truck, the pavement getting bigger and bigger…
All paws flailing, Umbreon's two front paws found the metal exhaust pipe and he immediately felt a surge of pain. The exhaust pipe, from the truck being on too long, was incredibly hot and was scalding Umbreon's pads off quickly. Face wrenched in pain, not even noticing that the truck was slowing down from having his face buffeted by stinking, thick smoke, Umbreon fell off for real and tumbled on his paws onto the hard pavement.
The burns on his pads were nothing in pain compared to what he felt on impact. His back right leg was the worst; it was damaged the most from the fall. Then Umbreon's body did a couple of bounces, landing him in a bush. He was surprised to feel the foliage around his body, but all it did was sting and stick the open wounds and create a couple of new ones.
"I'm lucky… to be alive…" Umbreon managed to croak to himself, seeing the truck start up again, and zoom off towards something that was not in Umbreon's line of vision, and he didn't have the strength to turn his head. His body as a whole refused to stop hurting, and for a second Umbreon wished he was dead, until he thought of what that would mean. He would never have proved himself for the good deed he had done, letting Fern inside of the truck and falling in her place. He told himself that he had saved her life, and that she would mourn his death, if he didn't survive.
His chances were slim to none; Umbreon's body was slick feeling, probably from all the wounds on it. He heard a human walk past, but paid no attention to her until there was a gasp of horror.
Umbreon found himself being picked up, causing a mother load of pain everywhere in his body. A young human, probably ten or eleven, had drawn him to eye level, and her mouth was open. She turned him, causing more pain, and he realized that she had placed him inside of a wooden basket and was running with him, in the direction away from where his pack mates had been taken too. It was then that Umbreon caught a glimpse of where the truck had been headed, to a very important looking building that was made of white bricks.
His body twitching, Umbreon fainted with the thought of, I'm going to die.
"How could you let him get in this condition?" The voice sounded far away, distant compared to the rushing world around him. Umbreon was still on the truck, he knew it, he was still hanging on for his life. The voice shouldn't have been there!
Another voice answered, causing Umbreon's ear to prick painfully, "He isn't my Pokemon, I found him." But that wasn't the reason his ear had been pricked, something had gone into it for a couple of seconds.
He was confused, his friends were going to fall off the truck, he was going to fall off the truck! Panic whirled around him; Umbreon kicked his paws up and felt a horrible pain the back right one. With a surge of reality, Umbreon snapped his eyes open to see two shapes looming above him.
"He's awake!" One of the voices exclaimed, the one belonging to the shape to Umbreon's left, of a black haired lady that was wearing all white. The girl from before jumped for joy, literally, her curly red hair bouncing everywhere.
I can't believe it. Umbreon thought to himself sourly, finding that the world was coming into focus and that he was being contained in what looked to be a glass box with its top off. Bandages covered half his body, most of which were around his back right leg, which was still throbbing painfully. His burned pads were also in bandages, and his mouth had been coated with a funny tasting stuff.
"You took quite a spill there." The lady in white commented, her voice dry.
Umbreon didn't respond, he wouldn't. There was no reason for him to waste words on something that wouldn't understand his language. Umbreon had come to the conclusion long ago that humans were far more stupid than Pokemon, since Pokemon can understand their language and the languages of most other Pokemon; while the humans didn't understand a word in any language but their own.
The glass box was clear, and outside the weather had turned bad. Snow was falling heavily; the whooshing noise of the wind was what had made Umbreon think he was on the truck before. But the building that he saw through the snow was what made Umbreon jump and try to right himself on unsteady paws. It was the same one that all his pack mates had been stolen into. He would have burst out of this human's place at that moment, until the two humans held him down, and laid him back into a sitting position, one that hurt the least.
Umbreon yowled his frustration as the two humans left him in the room, with nothing there except himself… "Hey! Could you keep it down over there?" A voice grumbled from his side. He nearly jumped in surprise as he looked down on what had spoken. A graceful purple furred body, ending with a forked tail on one end, and a red gemmed head on the other; a female Espeon returned his glance.
He was stunned, and didn't speak a word as she jumped into his glass box and purred lightly. "Ouch. What did you try to do?" She asked lightly, large purple eyes scanning his injuries.
"I tried to hold onto a truck." Umbreon responded defiantly, but ended up ruining that with coughs that caused his side to throb angrily.
"Then you're stupid." She responded without sympathy. The Espeon settled down in the space at Umbreon's back paws, still purring slightly. She sniffed at Umbreon's back left paw, her already wide eyes widening, "You're from the Whitefang Pack!" She suddenly exclaimed.
Umbreon nodded slightly, not going to try talking again. "Yes! Finally!" The Espeon's voice have been raised loudly, "How's things going? Whose litter do you belong to? How's Blazewind?"
"You know about… the Whitefang Pack?" Umbreon asked slowly, so he wouldn't disturb his wounds too much.
The Espeon nodded wildly, "Of course! I used to belong to it!"
"Who… were you… then?"
"Me? Oh, my name was Myra… I was a tyro when I was captured…" The Espeon responded, her eyes shinning at the though, "But my trainer's a nice girl. I did evolve for her… what about you? When did you get captured? Who's your trainer?"
"I don't have a trainer anymore…"
"So you've been freed? That's nice too. Who's your mom?"
"Errm…"
"So you don't know who your mom was? That's sad… my mom was Blazewind-"
Forgetting his injuries for a second, Umbreon yowled, "You're Blazewind's daughter?"
"Yup." Myra responded sadly, "I miss her most of all… but there's Pyra too, she's was my sister."
"Pyrone." Umbreon responded softly, "That must… be her. She's a warrior now."
"Oooohh! I'm so proud now!"
"And she hates me too." Umbreon responded with a sniff.
"She'd hate anything she doesn't trust. But, you were an Eevee once, why doesn't she trust you?"
"I wasn't born in the… Whitefang Pack."
Myra froze, "I beg your pardon?"
"I was not… born in the Whitefang Pack."
There was a long pause, in which Myra's eyes popped slightly. "Ha, ha, ha. You're funny there. Not born in the Whitefang Pack… that's preposterous! Really, what's your name?"
"Errm… I don't have one." Umbreon responded, coughing again and flinching.
"You're name is Umbreon then?"
"Yup."
"That's stupid. The least someone could have done was given you a name. Warrior?"
"Nope."
"Tyro then. That's cool, I guess. I've still got my tyro name."
"But Myra's a nice name."
"Sure, sure! But at least you don't have to live with the humiliation that comes with still being a tyro through all these years!"
"Pyrone had a litter." Umbreon was desperate now for a change in subject before Myra would bite his head off.
"She did? Oh my goodness! How are the kits?" Myra looked very interested in this.
"Err; one of them was taken, if I remember right." Umbreon responded, causing the Espeon's ears to droop, "But the other one's a tyro, her name is Fern."
"Fern? Awww, that sounds adorable!"
"Believe me, she's…" Umbreon cut himself off. He didn't know what to say about Fern, seeing as he had just saved her life, it didn't seem right to say, 'Yeah, she's a brat, but I saved her life on that there truck.' Instead he continued with, "… She's okay. She'll be a warrior soon for sure, seeing as she's been training much longer then I have."
"You don't sound so sure about that last part." Myra responded with a huff, "She doesn't like you, does she? In the same boat as your mother?"
"You're quick." Umbreon said in reply.
"You've got to be quick with humans."
"Yeah, right. Humans… huh, they should be quicker for us."
"Don't like humans much, hmmm?"
"Bad experience. Just like with Pyrone, she's had a bad experience. Now that you think of it, she lost two of those whom I hope she loved; you and her son."
"So what are you doing all the way here, when the forest is back that way?" Myra pointed a paw at one of the walls.
Umbreon, with a sigh, told Myra everything from Scarfang's death, to the crazy truck ride. Her eyes sparkled slightly when he got to the point of sacrificing himself so that Fern could make in safely inside the truck. When he was done, Myra mewed, "So now you're here. In the Pokemon Center."
Umbreon only had a faint memory of the Pokemon Centers; it always had the same looking lady with loopy pink hair and with all sorts of wounded Pokemon in it. "So I need to get to that building." He continued.
"Not in this state you're not! Umbreon, you're not going anywhere until that heals!" She poked a paw at Umbreon's bandaged leg. "It's broken."
"That won't take long to heal!" Umbreon mewed, but realized from the look Myra was giving him, and the slight shaking of her head, it was exactly the opposite.
"Get some rest Umbreon. You're already speaking better, that's a plus. I'll come with you, once you're ready, to go get those bad humans. And maybe I'll be able to see my sister again." With that, Myra jumped out of Umbreon's glass box and slinked away. Umbreon watched her go with a sinking feeling in his heart. He wouldn't be able to help for a long, long time.