It was no secret that one of the daughters on Moo Moo Farm whored herself out. Rain visited that morning, and tried not to think of Cherokee.
Upon his exit, he sat on a tree stump and thought of many things. His name, for instance. It was common in his town, Pallet, that children be named after elements and surroundings and so on. He had friends named Tree, known a girl called Earth. He was called Rain because it rained insistently the day he was born. Ash was named Ash because Ash is meant to be the calm after a fire. Mist was named Mist because it was particularly Misty the day he was born. However, Cherokee had Cherokee blood, and so she was named.
He also thought of the Pokemon that had impressed him in his time. He had seen a Sentret bolt out of the woods when he and his squad were eating once, and rip a Pidgey to bits before his eyes. After eating its flesh, it turned its attentions to Jack, wrapping itself around him and bearing its teeth at his throat. Rain simply laughed, amused at the pokemon's courage. When he raised a stick to beat the pokemon off, it flinched, bolting down a hole. "That Sentret took on Jack," Rain thought. "I have to catch it, train it well." However, upon trying to smoke the Sentret out, it did not run out the other end.
Rain got to his feet, wondering when he would train a new fighter. He never tired of his squad, but they were well trained now, and he wished for a new apprentice sometimes, but not just any apprentice obviously. He wished for the Sentret most of all…
Before he could collect his train of thought, a kid came towards him, wearing black. His hair was kind of dirty blonde.
"Look." Rain addressed him. "I know you think you're a dark trainer and all that. But I don't even call MYSELF that. I see you have six pokemon. Jack would tear through them all, so I beg you to walk on."
The kid looked amused, wearing a half-smile. He can only have been about fourteen. "I wish to battle one-on-one. I know the consequences."
Rain nodded, and selected Jack. The trainer quickly called his Sneasel to his side. Rain was impressed at the choice. "One on one." He repeated.
The battle began quickly. Rain knew something was wrong when the Sneasel calmly sat with its legs crossed on the field, instead of swiping to get Jack from mid-air. Rain instructed Jack to use a powerful sky attack-the best angle to place some scars in the Sneasel's face. However, when Jack swooped down, the Sneasel simply raised its claw, never looking up. Jack was skewered onto the claw. Rain gasped audiably. Sneasel looked at his owner's face for reassurance, and when the nod was given, it swiped right down to Jack's bone. The wing came off at the shouler!
Rain ran onto the playing field. "I submit, I submit!" It was a cowardly admission, but Rain couldn't bear to watch Jack die. He softly pulled the wing from the Sneasels claw before it was re-called. The trainer sneered down at him.
"I wouldn't get on your high-horse JUST yet, Rain Ketchum." And with that, he was gone, though Rain wanted to follow him and have Azumarill crush Sneazel's skull. He held in the hot tears until he was sure the kid had gone, then fell to the ground to join his detatched pokemon. "No!" he cried. "No!"
Jack lay still, eyes pleading with him, a wing sawed off at the shoulder and blood staining the ground. He didn't caw, just looked confused. "I'm used to winning," He seemed to say. "You assured me this would never happen!"
Rain considered some sort of surgery, but Jack would never be the same again. Blood cascaded from the shoulder wound, and Jack stared at the hole glassily. Rain was sobbing, unready for the pain of being beaten, though he thought he'd mentally prepared daily. Shaking, he got to his feet, and walked stage left to find a boulder to smash over Jack's head, to put an end to the pain. He raised it above the pokemon's head, but Jack had already departed.