Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 2: The Vile Taste of Woman
We join again with the punk ogre, our anti-main man so to speak. It's Mark Vasigil, and his newest companion, the ever sickeningly happy-go-lucky little girl, Ophelia. 'Bah! Why the fudge did I agree to help out this twit anyways.' he inwardly grumbled as she hummed as she skipped about. 'Oh right, because I want good Karma, and maybe some distraction the next time I meet Carl. That way I can have some time to beat the living crap out of that bastard.' he smirked at the thought. He's always hated Carl, ever since they were kids. It all started with those days of childhood and toys. They used to be friends, but that all ended at about the age of 2, when Carl accidentally broke one of Mark's toys. Ever since, neither remember that day, but the animosity Mark felt grew. Talk about a grudge.
"Ooh Lookie!" said the ever optimist Ophelia, "There's a town up ahead." she cheered. "Rel...re..." she looked at the sigh, but couldn't read it. Seems our trainer is not too up to snuff on reading.
Mark sighed, reading it for her, "Relish City." he sighed. "There better be a gym here" he sighed, 'I bet I can win again. I've got better pokemon than Carl does, that's for sure.' he smiled.
As you, the ever important readers that you are, should already know, Mark started with a Mareep, and he has a Beedrill, male Nidoran a Wooper, a Pidgeotto, a leaf headed little pokemon yet to be defined, a Combusken, and a Sneasel. Of course, that's all that you KNOW. You're about to learn a bit more today.
"Ooh, lookie!" Ophy tugged on Mark's shirt in excitement. "There's a gym." She cheered. "That'll be my... uh," she counted, "third badge!" she smiled.
"That's nice kid, but how about a short break?" Mark sighed, as he went to find the pokemon center.
***
"Yea," the punk ogre sighed as he entered the pokemon center, approaching the desk "I need a checkup for Sneasel, Mareep, Oddish and Pidgeotto. As for Beedrill and Combusken, give em a check up for injuries. Well, guess his team hasn't changed that much at all... "Oh yea, Onix needs a checkup as well." he added, guess he has more than first thought, eh?
The nurse nodded at the request. All in all, Relish City wasn't that big, and wasn't very, well, Relish-ish. It's just a name folks. "Hey Mark!" called the childish Ophy. "Which looks prettier?" she asked, looking over at what appeared to be a bunch of flowers on display.
"Why you askin' me?" he wondered, sighing in defeat. "How about I buy you both flowers?" He said, trying to shut her up.
If you know women, and the appeal of flowers (like I sadly forgot, *sniff*), then it's not gonna shut em up. "Wow, you're so sweet!" she cheered, giving Mark a hug on his leg. Her head rubbing against where Beedrill pointed last chapter when describing her Machamp.
'I'd hate to call that good, but there's no people around.'he said as her head rubbed against him, but he shook about, trying to get her off. "Relax kid, maybe you should get your pokemon healed." to which she nodded and ran off. He sighed, "I need a walk." he exitted the pokemon center. 'At least I have Nidoran if things look bad.'
***
As Mark walked, he took time to think, 'Why the fudge am I a trainer anyway? I haven't got the knack for it, and I've yet to meet any girls that dig the big man, a.k.a. moi! Well, I think Ophy likes me, but god dammit, she's too young! I need some Hoes that are of age, or at least closer to my age.' he smiled outward at the inward fantasy.
As all seemed so well for the world of the mind of Mark, he decided to step out of the city for some fresh air and relaxation. It was going to be a peaceful day for he was earning Karma on the path to enlightenment. It was all going to be jolly and swell in the very end... Yea Right!
That's when a loud female scream penetrated the air. "Eh?" he wondered, following the direction it went. He was in for quite an interesting surprise as he reached the clearing to where the screams were from.
There, he saw 2 people. And from the looks of it, they were both submitted trainers. A girl was in distress, defenseless, helpless with a snakelike beast binding it so. The beast was purple, something that Carl might remember seeing a pokemon of his evolve into. There was a guy there too, who looked to be the villainous attacker.
The man was a well-built adult. He stood not too tall, but he had a sense of power about him, seeping through his every gland, and permeating the very air. Upon him, he wore a business suit, with cuffs shaped like dice. One could say he was some sort of D&D (Demons and Darkness) nutcase, or a gambler of sorts. By his sides, a fairly small being floated by his side. It was rather dark in color, and upon its head was a small horn of the same color. "Well, well, well." said the man in a most serious manner. "Look who we have here." he smirked. "If it isn't the vile child who ran away. Your father is very disappointed in you!" he said with somewhat false sympathy, his tone staying collected, making it sound rather tough.
Mark was a bit concerned, for here stood a man, though without a doubt, shorter than Mark by nearly half a foot or more, was by far better built than him. Even so, Mark left the rest of his pokemon to stay and get healed at the Center. Only Nidoran was with him, and against the likes of that giant snake, and other things, Mark was doomed to be in trouble. He did have an idea however. "Nidoran!" he called quietly, releasing the poisoned rhino from its confines, "Go back to town and the pokemon Center. See if you can get that little girl Ophelia to help me out here." he paused for a second. "Oh and here." he handed the small poison 'mon his pokedex, 'This had better work. I don't want to lose everything. At least I'll be going down a hero. Unlike that jerk Carl.' he smiles as he hands the small pokemon the pokedex. "Push this button and they should know my order." 'Nido, nido!'it nodded running off for town again.
"Bite me, monster!" the girl said to the bastardly captor. Mark looked her over, well, what he could see of her anyway, sadly, the purple cobra seemed to be covering the spots he'd like to assess (even though she wasn't naked enough for full effect, or was she...)
"Tempting but the boss wouldn't want me to mix business and pleasure, and neither would I." he said, actually disgusted. 'Brat!' thought the evil man. "However, he did say that no pain means no gain. Therefore, I'm sure my Arbok here wouldn't mind ruining his fine teeth on your ugly hide." the snake looked at it's master, who gave it a slight smirk, "Cheese Fries and Roast Pidgey." he told the beast, bribing it with something to wash out a 'yucky taste'.
She wasn't bad looking, actually that's understating the truth. She was actually quite attractive. With light blue eyes, and wavy curled, dark- brown hair, Mark suddenly began to thank his need for good Karma for letting fate smile upon him with such a hot babe. 'I just hope I don't get her, or me killed. Here goes nothing...' he gulped, for even ogres know fear. But sadly fate tells that ogres DON'T know the meaning of discretion. Mark didn't give things second thought. "Hey, jerk ass!" he yelled, leaving the hidden sanctuary he resided in.
A/N: Cliffhanger, more original peeps, and a giant pinata... What?! Where's my fudging pinata? Oh well, remember to keep reviewing, and a note to those whose trainers have been used this chapter. There might be slight changes, and as reference to the future, sometimes you might not start out with what your submitted team is. (Maybe evolution needs to occur, or it'll be the latest catch.) As for changes, lets just say that I'm a nice guy sometimes. I might give extra Pokemon, such as I did this chapter. Remember, I'm not a mean guy, but sometimes things need to be to help the flow of the story. I'm doing my best people, make sure you all do your best, by which I mean 'send reviews or story wont do so good.' So it's fun to do your role eh? As always, Keep Writing, Keep Fighting. Peace!
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 2: The Vile Taste of Woman
We join again with the punk ogre, our anti-main man so to speak. It's Mark Vasigil, and his newest companion, the ever sickeningly happy-go-lucky little girl, Ophelia. 'Bah! Why the fudge did I agree to help out this twit anyways.' he inwardly grumbled as she hummed as she skipped about. 'Oh right, because I want good Karma, and maybe some distraction the next time I meet Carl. That way I can have some time to beat the living crap out of that bastard.' he smirked at the thought. He's always hated Carl, ever since they were kids. It all started with those days of childhood and toys. They used to be friends, but that all ended at about the age of 2, when Carl accidentally broke one of Mark's toys. Ever since, neither remember that day, but the animosity Mark felt grew. Talk about a grudge.
"Ooh Lookie!" said the ever optimist Ophelia, "There's a town up ahead." she cheered. "Rel...re..." she looked at the sigh, but couldn't read it. Seems our trainer is not too up to snuff on reading.
Mark sighed, reading it for her, "Relish City." he sighed. "There better be a gym here" he sighed, 'I bet I can win again. I've got better pokemon than Carl does, that's for sure.' he smiled.
As you, the ever important readers that you are, should already know, Mark started with a Mareep, and he has a Beedrill, male Nidoran a Wooper, a Pidgeotto, a leaf headed little pokemon yet to be defined, a Combusken, and a Sneasel. Of course, that's all that you KNOW. You're about to learn a bit more today.
"Ooh, lookie!" Ophy tugged on Mark's shirt in excitement. "There's a gym." She cheered. "That'll be my... uh," she counted, "third badge!" she smiled.
"That's nice kid, but how about a short break?" Mark sighed, as he went to find the pokemon center.
***
"Yea," the punk ogre sighed as he entered the pokemon center, approaching the desk "I need a checkup for Sneasel, Mareep, Oddish and Pidgeotto. As for Beedrill and Combusken, give em a check up for injuries. Well, guess his team hasn't changed that much at all... "Oh yea, Onix needs a checkup as well." he added, guess he has more than first thought, eh?
The nurse nodded at the request. All in all, Relish City wasn't that big, and wasn't very, well, Relish-ish. It's just a name folks. "Hey Mark!" called the childish Ophy. "Which looks prettier?" she asked, looking over at what appeared to be a bunch of flowers on display.
"Why you askin' me?" he wondered, sighing in defeat. "How about I buy you both flowers?" He said, trying to shut her up.
If you know women, and the appeal of flowers (like I sadly forgot, *sniff*), then it's not gonna shut em up. "Wow, you're so sweet!" she cheered, giving Mark a hug on his leg. Her head rubbing against where Beedrill pointed last chapter when describing her Machamp.
'I'd hate to call that good, but there's no people around.'he said as her head rubbed against him, but he shook about, trying to get her off. "Relax kid, maybe you should get your pokemon healed." to which she nodded and ran off. He sighed, "I need a walk." he exitted the pokemon center. 'At least I have Nidoran if things look bad.'
***
As Mark walked, he took time to think, 'Why the fudge am I a trainer anyway? I haven't got the knack for it, and I've yet to meet any girls that dig the big man, a.k.a. moi! Well, I think Ophy likes me, but god dammit, she's too young! I need some Hoes that are of age, or at least closer to my age.' he smiled outward at the inward fantasy.
As all seemed so well for the world of the mind of Mark, he decided to step out of the city for some fresh air and relaxation. It was going to be a peaceful day for he was earning Karma on the path to enlightenment. It was all going to be jolly and swell in the very end... Yea Right!
That's when a loud female scream penetrated the air. "Eh?" he wondered, following the direction it went. He was in for quite an interesting surprise as he reached the clearing to where the screams were from.
There, he saw 2 people. And from the looks of it, they were both submitted trainers. A girl was in distress, defenseless, helpless with a snakelike beast binding it so. The beast was purple, something that Carl might remember seeing a pokemon of his evolve into. There was a guy there too, who looked to be the villainous attacker.
The man was a well-built adult. He stood not too tall, but he had a sense of power about him, seeping through his every gland, and permeating the very air. Upon him, he wore a business suit, with cuffs shaped like dice. One could say he was some sort of D&D (Demons and Darkness) nutcase, or a gambler of sorts. By his sides, a fairly small being floated by his side. It was rather dark in color, and upon its head was a small horn of the same color. "Well, well, well." said the man in a most serious manner. "Look who we have here." he smirked. "If it isn't the vile child who ran away. Your father is very disappointed in you!" he said with somewhat false sympathy, his tone staying collected, making it sound rather tough.
Mark was a bit concerned, for here stood a man, though without a doubt, shorter than Mark by nearly half a foot or more, was by far better built than him. Even so, Mark left the rest of his pokemon to stay and get healed at the Center. Only Nidoran was with him, and against the likes of that giant snake, and other things, Mark was doomed to be in trouble. He did have an idea however. "Nidoran!" he called quietly, releasing the poisoned rhino from its confines, "Go back to town and the pokemon Center. See if you can get that little girl Ophelia to help me out here." he paused for a second. "Oh and here." he handed the small poison 'mon his pokedex, 'This had better work. I don't want to lose everything. At least I'll be going down a hero. Unlike that jerk Carl.' he smiles as he hands the small pokemon the pokedex. "Push this button and they should know my order." 'Nido, nido!'it nodded running off for town again.
"Bite me, monster!" the girl said to the bastardly captor. Mark looked her over, well, what he could see of her anyway, sadly, the purple cobra seemed to be covering the spots he'd like to assess (even though she wasn't naked enough for full effect, or was she...)
"Tempting but the boss wouldn't want me to mix business and pleasure, and neither would I." he said, actually disgusted. 'Brat!' thought the evil man. "However, he did say that no pain means no gain. Therefore, I'm sure my Arbok here wouldn't mind ruining his fine teeth on your ugly hide." the snake looked at it's master, who gave it a slight smirk, "Cheese Fries and Roast Pidgey." he told the beast, bribing it with something to wash out a 'yucky taste'.
She wasn't bad looking, actually that's understating the truth. She was actually quite attractive. With light blue eyes, and wavy curled, dark- brown hair, Mark suddenly began to thank his need for good Karma for letting fate smile upon him with such a hot babe. 'I just hope I don't get her, or me killed. Here goes nothing...' he gulped, for even ogres know fear. But sadly fate tells that ogres DON'T know the meaning of discretion. Mark didn't give things second thought. "Hey, jerk ass!" he yelled, leaving the hidden sanctuary he resided in.
A/N: Cliffhanger, more original peeps, and a giant pinata... What?! Where's my fudging pinata? Oh well, remember to keep reviewing, and a note to those whose trainers have been used this chapter. There might be slight changes, and as reference to the future, sometimes you might not start out with what your submitted team is. (Maybe evolution needs to occur, or it'll be the latest catch.) As for changes, lets just say that I'm a nice guy sometimes. I might give extra Pokemon, such as I did this chapter. Remember, I'm not a mean guy, but sometimes things need to be to help the flow of the story. I'm doing my best people, make sure you all do your best, by which I mean 'send reviews or story wont do so good.' So it's fun to do your role eh? As always, Keep Writing, Keep Fighting. Peace!