Rill: Here we go! Finally, we get into the good stuff!
Wight Settle down, Rill. Aight, I don't own Pokemon. I just think it's really cool. However, Rill, Zech, Tara, Selena, Eileen, and Dr. Joshua Riser all belong to me. As do the personalities of their respective Pokemon. Additionally, I would like to thank Tony Dark for his review. Thanks, man. And everyone else, enjoy, and please review. Thanks!
Chapter Two
TeamTrouble
The dock was filled with tourists and the unloaded passengers of the white ship. Rill and his two friends walked down the boardwalk and into the city. Rill took a deep breath of the salty air. "Ah. Nice to be back, eh, Stormfin?" The blue creature squeaked in agreement. You can say that again, Rill! Witchfire looked at the two of them. I don't get it. It's the same to me. Rill smiled at the quizzical sound of the canine's bark. "Heh. Don't worry. To us, it's like going back home. We were born here. To us, it's special." He petted the canine's head. "C'mon. You just reminded me, mom and dad are waiting for my call. Let's go find a Pokemon Center."
Nearby, a girl Rill's age fled stealthily through the alleys near the Slateport Ocean Museum. She looked over her shoulders several times, though she missed the several people shadowing her, light glinting evilly in their eyes and on the assortment of chains, baseball bats, and golf clubs carried in their grips.
"No, I swear I'm not a Fing telemarketer! Ms. Tehatchi, please put my dad on the phone!" At that moment, Rill was having a bit of a problem getting through his father's secretary to his parents. "Professor Riser is rather busy. Can I take a message?" Just then, Rill saw a familiar face behind the elderly secretary's bland face. "Hey, hey, Fearfang!" His father's enormous Feraligatr pushed it's enormous face into the screen, throwing the secretary away. It growled happily at the sight of Rill, than ran offscreen to fetch his father. In the background, Rill could still hear Ms. Tehatchi. "No, no telemarketers I'm afraid. Can I take a message?" Rill chuckled, then returned his attention to the screen when his parents suddenly appeared. "Hey, Mom, Dad. How are you?" Professor Joshua Riser grinned. He looked exactly like his son, plus about twenty eight years and blue eyes. His wife, Eileen Riser, was slightly shorter and had dark black hair and gray eyes. "Hey, Rill. How are you?" Rill grinned. "We're fine. We just got in to Slateport a few hours ago and Witchfire reminded me to call. So, here I am." His mother chuckled. "How is Witchie?" She got her answer as a dark head pushed it's way into the screen and barked, and a blue head popped in from the other side. "I guess you're all doing fine then? Have you seen Zech yet?" Rill shook his head. "Na, mum. He's comin' up in a few days with Selena. We'll go from there." Suddenly, a siren began blaring in the background. Rill and his Pokemon glanced at each other, then at the screen. "I gotta go Mum and Dad. Talk to you later." Dr. Riser nodded. "Alright, son. Be careful. And Stormfin, Witchfire…" the Pokemon nodded to him. "Take care of my son." Affirmative growls met this, and then Rill said his goodbyes, fliped off the screen, and took off towards the sounds of the sirens, his Pokemon hard on his heels.
"Okay, okay. So I'm lost. I haven't been here in ten years. It's not my fault!" Rill stared back at the accusing blue face of Stormfin. "Fine, so it's my fault. I'm sorry." Suddenly, Witchfire's ears perked up and he stared at the figure of a girl clutching a package stumbling out of another alley, followed by a group of oddly dressed others. "Hey, mebbie they can help!" Suddenly, a thud rang out in the alley as one of the other's fists struck the girl and knocked her down. "Or… not. Let's go, guys."
In the circle of strange dreesed individuals, weapons glinted and were readied. "Give us the package, Aqua." Said the one in the lead, a large, brawny man brandishing a length of spiked chain. "AH, screw it. People are easier to search when they're dead, anyway." With that, he flung his chain at her, waiting for the fleshy splat that would signal his men to beat her to death. Instead… CLANG! Rill stood between the girl and her hooded assailants, wielding an iron rod he pulled from the trash nearby. "Heh. Rather rude of you, methinks. Where I'm from, we take a girl out to dinner on a first date, not beat her in a side alley." The leader of the gang snarled at Rill. "Stay out of this, Whelp!" "Whelp, eh?" Rill responded with a sneer. "Don't think I've ever been called that before. But you're welcome to try and enforce your threat, if you want." The leader signaled his team, and they struck at Rill in Unison. Rill responded by yanking the chain out of the leader's grasp, wrapping it around the baseball bat wielder's weapon and using his own momentum from his swing to yank the bat off to the side, wielder flying along with it. Rill the squared off with the other hooded thug, his pipe flying like a super fast sword. Rill finally managed to pin his opponent's weapon to the ground, and flew in and slugged him until he collapsed into unconciousness. Rill then swooped into his stumbling second opponent, and with one solid strike, launched him into dreamland as well. He stared at the leader. "Heh. Two down, one to go. Let's rock." His opponent glared at him. "Fine, boy. You have some skill, but it will take more than that to beat me. Fighting traditionally would wind up being too dull. And my Pokemon are more than a match for you. Let's go. For the glory of Team Magma!" The two trainers stared down at each other, and reachd to call their Pokemon. "Witchfire!" "Mightyena!" "GO!"
Wight: Hey, cool! My first cliffhanger! Sorta. All right, Thanks again for reading. Stay tuned! This is gonna be a doozy!
Rill: I am SUCH a badass! And apparently I have tourets. Still Fin cool!
