Authors Note: This is the final part of the first chapter, and this one is going to be a bit more serious when it comes to the oddesy part, and the tale of author will be a little shorter than usual, but it's well worth it. This is also the chapter where I introduce my favorite character from Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald, but I'm not going to tell you who, so you'll just have to read and see. Poke'speak won't be translated, but there is good reason for this, as you will see. One more thing, I've started a forum to answer questions about this and other stories, so if you have a question, ask it there. That way others can be informed as well, and I get to do less work. Just go to my profile and click 'my forums,' It's real easy. Well enough of my blathering, enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Poke'mon, if I did, Ash would have won in Johto and we'd move on to Kenta who would travel to Hoenn and meet up with Brendan and May, and Max would have just been the generic kid who tells you Birch is in trouble and…well you get the idea. I also don't own HES, but I have permission, look on his page if you don't believe me. I do own Sean, Math Prowess Mew, and any sort of plot points that are different from the game. Steal and you will regret it. Enjoy
Poke'mon Z.E.R.O. Ch1 "How the Stabbing Starts" Pt3: "The Yellow Menace"
(Irregular Productions, Violet City, Johto)
The sun is shining, the Pidgey are singing, and Falkner is being whipped by a bunch of eleven-year-olds He just had to take the job as the level 1 gym leader. Not 2 or three, hell, he'd even been offered the level 5 position, but nooo, he had to want to test the new trainers, He had to make sure that no eleven-year olds who just caught a Geodude or something from Union Cave. Like, that worked. But enough about Falkner hating his job. On to the point. The point being, HES has yet to awake.
HES is on the couch, snoozing, in his boxers, did I mention he snores? He's also not really an elf you know, he's an author who just looks like one, and like most authors, he has to sleep. The Narrator comes in and gets a stern look on his face. He then kicks the sleeping Author. HES wakes up with a start and looks around startled, then glares at the Narrator
"Why the hell did you kick me?" asks HES coldly. The Narrator is not afraid of HES though, oh no, his contract is with Crimson, HES can't touch him.
"It's two in the afternoon," says the Narrator, equally cold as HES. HES's eyes widen at this, before he scrambles to get off of the couch, only to fall on his face. He then gets up and runs to the Plot Device and throws the switch.
(Petalburg Woods, Hoenn)
"Uuuuugghhh," says the young teen, sprawled out on the ground. With some bright light shining down on his face, and if you remember part two, his name is Sean. He then decides to makes an intelligent assessment, "Uuuuugghhh."
Having Uuuuugghhhed enough for one day, he looks around: Trees, Dirt, Leaves, Logs, Bushes, Wurmple, nothing registering as unusual at the moment. He decides to lie there for a moment, vacantly staring at the few rays of sun that manage to come down from the canopy. He tries to put together a coherent line of though. "I should get up now," says he, his actions mimicking his words. However, his back starts to throb in immense pain, and he falls down. "On second thought, lying down is fine."
Lying in the dirt, he tries to conform more lines of thought. He then tried to re-call what happened today, and failed. He tried again, and failed again. Trying once more, he let out a chuckle, as he succeeded. Lets see, woke up, ate breakfast, went to school, did not pay attention in school, got out of school, fell on knees and screamed freedom due to last day of school, invited Ryan over, got Poke'mon Emerald, Ryan and myself started training for the Poke'mon tourney, big flash of light, wake up in forest.
"One of these things is not like the other," he said, going over his head information again, and getting nothing. He did this several times, lying in the dirt, still not getting it. Then it hit him, it was the last day of school! No, that's not it either. He then went over the information again, and again, and again. Then he was hit in the head with a pinecone.
"Owe," he grumbles, rubbing his head, "Stupid pinecone, wait…pinecone, tree…tree, pinecone…tree…dirt…outside…forest! What the hell am I doing in a forest?" He got up suddenly, and instantly regretted it, as his back really hurt. Ignoring the pain he looked around, yep, it definitely was a forest. He stretched, hoping to get rid of the pain in his back. After that didn't work he leaned against a tree, and decided once again, to review the information he gathered. Then it dawned on him, three paragraphs ago, he thought he saw a Wurmple.
"No, that's crazy, that was obviously a…a log! I hit my head on the way to…where ever I am. Which is probably just a prank, yep," he said, trying to convince himself. It would have worked too, until a Wurmple crawled across his foot. Instead of trying to rationalize the situation, he decided to scream, the pitch was much higher then you'd expect. He ran around like an idiot, screaming; well at least until he trips over a backpack.
"Owe," he mumbles, as he picks himself up and shakes away the cobwebs. Then he looks around to kick whatever he tripped over, seeing that it's a backpack, he kicks it. The backpack falls over from its upright position, and stuff comes rolling out of it, medicine, some Poke' balls, clothes and food. Ignoring the rest of the stuff, he decides to eat the food, partially to distract himself, partially because he was hungry.
"Okay, so I wake up in a forest, and there are Poke'mon. There are only two logical explanations. One munch I've gone crazy and I'm hallucinating…no that's not it, crazy people think that they're getting saner. So that leaves option B, I'm in a coma and am having a vivid Coma fantasy…yes, that must be it. But can you feel things in a coma fantasy? I guess so, so now what, do I face some inner demons, they can't be too big, or maybe this is just entertainment? I don't know, well I might as well advance the plot," he babbled, and then picked up a poke' ball, he looked it over, and then decided to press the button. He nearly dropped it when it got bigger, but managed to keep his grip on it. He then threw it about twenty feet away and bravely ducked behind the bushes. Not hearing what he though a Gyrados or Ursarang roar would sound like, peeked his head above the bush and saw…nothing.
"Well that's kind of disappointing," he said, as he came out and retrieved the ball. He then went back to the backpack and sat down cross-legged. He looked over the various items, mainly the Poke'balls. "How the hell am I supposed to figure out which of these danm balls are empty or not?" he asks himself. Then he notices that one of them is a Luxury Ball. "Why hello there," he says, grinning. Figuring that who ever left the bag there would have left their Poke'mon in a really fancy sphere. He grabs it, expands it, and throws it several feet away.
"Go, Whoever!" shouts our hero (sort of). The ball opens in a flash of light; sparks and glittering lights shine out in an extremely flashy, and kind of tacky, way. Red energy pours out taking shape. It's canine in shape, with about a foot of height at the shoulder. Its coat was a light gray with darker grays on its face and feet. It had yellow eyes and fangs towards the rear of its mouth that always showed.
"Poochyena!" said the, well, Poochyena. Then it blinked and looked around. It looked quizzically at the sun, as though it didn't understand what it was. Then it looked at the trees, unable to understand them, it growled at them. Looking around franticly, it saw the one thing it could understand, a human. The Poochyena walked around the mammal cautiously, unsure whether it was friend or foe.
"…" Said Sean, his eyebrow rose. He wasn't sure if this was normal behavior for Poochyena, after all he'd never seen one outside a screen of pixels. But he had been around dogs for all his life, and he'd never known one to growl at trees, animals in trees yes, but its growl was directed at the forest itself. And what was with that sun thing? He would have considered going about this line of thought more, but then he heard a growling. Not the growling made by the Poochyena, but a familiar growling, one from a stomach. He looked at his own, but when he heard the growling again, he realized it was coming from the Poochyena's stomach. Sean rummaged through the backpack and found some berries, and if what he remembered was correct, Poochyena are omnivores.
"Come on boy…err girl, whatever gender you are, I've got some berries, and I know you're hungry," said Sean. He held out his hand in the direction of the Poochyena. It cautiously crept forward slowly for a few minutes until it was only a few inches away from the hand. It sniffed the berries and decided that they didn't smell bad or poisoned. It grabbed the berries then ran a few yards back; it dropped them on the ground and started munching them again. Pleased at the results, Sean grabbed more berries and held them out again. The Poochyena repeated what it did before, but didn't go back as far. The two repeated the process several times until the Poochyena simply ate out Sean's hand. Sean started to scratch the Poochyena's ears, it flinched in surprise for a second and considered running away, but those thoughts were crushed once it started to feel pleasure from the scratching.
"So…can you understand me?" asks Sean
"Chy," responds Poochyena.
"Well I have no idea what you just said…ok how about this, if the answer to a question, bark Poo, and if the answer is no, bark Chy, all right?"
"Poo,"
"Can I take that as a yes?"
"Poo,"
"Ok, I take it you can understand me,"
"Poo,"
"So…are you a guy?"
"Chy,"
"So you're female, right?"
"Poo,"
"Alright, do you have a name?"
"Chyena?"
"You know, a name, wait, do you know what a name is?
"Chy,"
"Well a name is, it's a…personal identification. Like mine, People don't call me human, I go by Sean. So is there something that your parent called you?"
"Chy,"
"Well I'll have to think of one then, well come on, I don't want to stay in this forest forever, that be a pretty sucky coma fantasy," said Sean, getting up and brushing himself off. He grabbed all the stuff that spilt out of the backpack and putting it back in. He then slung it over his shoulder and pocketed the Luxury Ball.
"Lets see if we can get out of this crap hole," said Sean, walking in a direction he chose at random, with Poochyena at his heels.
(Four hours later)
"How bout…Shade? It means 'to obscure'," asks Sean, walking with Poochyena. It had been a while since they meet and they had found neither an exit nor an appropriate name for the Poochyena.
"Chy," said the still unnamed Poochyena, not liking the sound of that name either. They were starting to run out of things to call the Poochyena, as it turned out to be rather picky at what it was called.
"There is still no way I'm calling you Lassie," responded Sean. About two hours ago he had suggested Lassie jokingly, and Poochyena actually liked it. But there was no way he'd call his traveling companion that, as she was extremely un-Lassie like. She'd run around and chase Zigzagoon and bother Wurmple. Sean doesn't even want to recall what happened with the Shroomish.
"Chy, Chyena," swore Poochyena, with the emphasis on the e.
"Hey, I don't insult you like that do I," exclaimed Sean, throwing his arms back. That expression was one of the few he managed learn in their short time together. Sean wasn't watching where he was flailing his arms however, as his fist hit something on a tree nearby and knocked it over with a loud thunk. Both he and Poochyena stopped their bickering and turned around to see what made that sound. It was vaguely ovalish and yellow-orange in color. It had many different interlocking armor like plates that covered its two-foot long body. And its two black eyes stared angrily at Sean.
"Po Poo?" asked the bite Poke'mon. That's one of the only other Poochyena speak terms that Sean was able to figure out. It essentially meant, "What is it?"
"It's a Kakuna," said Sean, leaning over the cocoon Poke'mon, "But I thought that they lived in Johto and Kanto, not Hoenn, why would one be here?"
The Kakuna clicked angrily at the human and decided to give him hell for knocking him out of his tree. So he evolved. The front of his shell cracked open and light burst out of its stomach. The first thing to come out were its two black legs, they stumbled about for a bit, before finally getting a grip on the ground. Next to come out was its black and yellow abdomen, tipped with its yellow stinger. Suddenly its two arm stingers burst out of its shell scaring the crap out of the boy and his dog. It used those stingers to lift out its yellow body and head. On its head were two antennae that seemed to bounce up and down, and two red eyes, well actually they were thousands of eyes just in two groups, but you couldn't tell that just by looking. It managed to prop itself up, and then two small clumps on his back expanded into white wings which flapped themselves to get free of the Kakuna…juices.
"…Well that was pretty cool," said Sean, with Poochyena nodding in agreement, dumbfounded. The Kakuna, now Beedrill, wobbled a bit, trying to get used to its new body. After taking a few minutes getting used to its new body, it decided to get revenge. Actually walking over instead of flying, it launched a fury attack at Sean. Sean, partially due to being beat up a lot at school, partially due to dumb luck, dropped down and dodged the first two stabs, but he wasn't lucky enough to dodge the third, which the Beedrill aimed downward. It pierced into is lower body, causing him to scream in pain. The Beedrill clicked in delight.
Its happy clicks were interrupted by a loud howl; it turned to find the cause of the sound, and was promptly tackled to the ground by Poochyena. The Bite Poke'mon did its namesake into the Poison Bee Poke'mon's thorax, causing it to squeal in pain. But unfortunately for Poochyena, Beedrills have very flexible abdomens. It stabbed the poor bitch in her chest with a poison sting, injecting its venom into her body, before picking her up and throwing her into a tree, where she collapsed, unable to move for the moment.
The Beedrill hover-limped (as its wings were damaged during the tackle) over to the downed Hyena, and stabbed her with its fury attack, or would of if it hadn't been hit with a tree branch into another tree. Sean smiled weakly at his successful attempt at hurting the monstrous insect. He dropped his branch and walked over to check on his companion. Misery decided visit the two again, as the Beedrill, now really pissed, charged at Sean. Sean heard the buzzing and turned around just in time to get two stingers imbedded in his organs.
The Beedrill and Sean continued to soar through air due to the Beedrills sheer willpower moving them. But Sean managed to manipulate his weight so that he and the Beedrill crashed in the ground, then using the momentum to help, kicked the poison bee Poke'mon off of him, causing Sean's backpack to open up during the struggle and some items to fall out. The Beedrill tumbled a bit while Sean started panting, although the Beedrill missed his lungs and heart, it hit some other vital organs, kidneys and pancreas included. The pain and the realization that his life fluids draining out of him aloud Sean to realize the truth, "There is no way I could imagine this pain, I've never felt anything like this before. This is real."
The Beedrill, not caring about the reality of the situation, got up and decided to finish this and stabbed towards Sean once more. But Murphy doesn't like this Beedrill, as Poochyena tackled it again. Both of the Poke'mon began struggling around in the dirt. Sean looked on.
"We can't win this," said the teen, the reality coming down on him, "We're going to die." He sat there, waiting for the end to happen, waited for the grim reaper or one of his associates (like mall Santas) to come and put him wherever he belonged. He hoped masturbation didn't weigh as much as the orthodox said it would. Then he heard a yelp, as Poochyena was down once again. He looked and saw as it got up again, and savagely attacked the Beedrill. "Why didn't it run away?" wondered Sean. It's small and fast, it can hide away, so why doesn't it run?" Then it dawned on him.
"It's trying to protect me," Sean stated in marvel. Him, a stranger it had only known for a few hours. She had just met him and she is trying to protect him. And now that he thought about it, he could have run from the Beedrill, but instead, he protected her as well. And he just gave up on life! Poochyena was then thrown against a tree, panting hard, the Beedrill stalked over to her slowly savoring the time before the killing blow.
"I'm such a fucktard, but if she's willing to fight then so am I. I won't let my friend down!" screamed Sean, as he flopped over onto his stomach, ignoring the pain as dirt got into his wounds, grabbed the first thing he could find, and threw it as hard as he could. He missed the Beedrill entirely. The Beedrill turned around to scoff at him, but that was a bad move as it was electrocuted with several thousand volts of electricity. After spasming for a while, it stiffly turned around to the source, Poochyena was sparking and giving off what looks like a smirk at the crisp Beedrill.
"Chy, Chyena," whined the small dog, with emphasis on the e; it's pretty obvious as to what it said. Whatever sanity a Beedrill may have had was instantly shattered as it screamed in pure hate and went on to finish the job, but before it could, it was hit in the back of the head, as Sean through another thing at it. The Beedrill faltered a bit and screamed loudly before it…turned red and was sucked into a sphere? Apparently a Poke' ball had fallen out of Sean's backpack and he grabbed it when he needed ammo. The ball wiggled once, twice, thrice, and then stopped with a thoop. Sean blinked, then put up a halfhearted smirk.
"Heh, I caught a Beedrill," was the first response that came to his mind, and then frowned, he still had work to do. Through will power, he was able to stand; he gathered what fell out of the backpack, hoping to find something useful. He managed to get lucky, as there was a potion. Dumping the rest of the crap in the backpack, he waddled over to Poochyena, and leaned down to spray her with the healing liquid. But before he could, he heard a large amount of…buzzing?
"Fuck, You, Murphy," said the Human, as his adrenaline finally kicked in. He grabbed his partner and ran as fast as he could. Getting at least a hundred feet away from where he was, he turned his head and saw an entire swarm of Beedrill. There was only one word to describe the situation.
"FUCK!"
(Pretty Petal Flower Shop, Hoenn, 10 minutes)
A well-dressed gray-haired man in his twenties looked around all of the various flowers, and considered pulling his hair out in frustration. He looked around the entire place once more, and then decided that screaming out loud would be an excellent idea. After his fit of rage, a young brown-haired brown-eyed woman wearing blue jeans and a yellow shirt, both covered with dirt, puts her hand on his shoulder. He whirls around in surprise, nearly tripping in the process.
"Having trouble Steven?" asks the woman, smiling in a teasing way. The man collects himself and frowns.
"Yes June, You see there is this girl that I like, and I want to give her flowers and ask her out on a date, but I don't want to go with roses, as that may seem like I'm rushing things, but I want something to portray my feelings," blurted out the current champion of the Poke'mon League. June didn't respond, as her eyes were wide in shock, looking behind Steven. Steven didn't notice
"You should try Aster, they mean love also, but aren't as over the top as roses," responds a male voice behind Steven.
"Which ones are those?" asks the champion.
"There the ones that look like smaller sunflowers but are purple and pink and stuff," responds the voice. Steven sees the ones that the voice talked about, and grabbed a bouquet.
"Thanks pal, I would have nev…" responds Steven, but his words die out as he sees the condition of his helper. He has scratches and blisters over his entire body, mainly over his shoeless feet. He seems to be favoring his right leg, meaning his left is most likely broken. One of his eyes is just a blood and most importantly, he has three stab wounds in his chest that seem to be clotted with dirt. In his arms is a Poochyena that also has a few puncture wounds, but not as bad as the boys. The two stare in shock for a while. The boy seems to be confused and looks down, he frowns.
"I seem to be bleeding on your floor. Don't worry, I'll get a mop and clean it up," states Sean, he starts to walk towards what he believes is a broom closet, but slips on some of his own blood and is sent crashing down onto his back. "Or I'll just lay on the floor. Yeah that sounds like a good idea,"
"June, call the hospital, tell them I'll be there in five minutes!" shouts Steven finally getting out of shock. June complies with his wishes and starts to phone the hospital while Steven takes off his jacket and tries to stop the flow of blood. Then he searches Sean, finding Poochyena's Luxury Ball, he recalls the bite Poke'mon and calls out his Aggron and has the iron armor Poke'mon carry the boy outside.
"Oh, by the way," says Sean weakly, coughing at the end of the sentence
"Don't talk, save your strength," commands Steven, not willing to let the child die.
"We're being chased by a swarm of Beedrill," weakly replied the boy. Steven took pause with that statement. "Just thought you should know," Steven heard buzzing and looked out to the forest. Like a hundred squadrons of fighters from a WWII movie, the Beedrill emerged from the forest, determined to avenge their brother. Steven swore then reached to his belt and whipped out a super ball.
"Mudo, Ariel Ace Now!" shouted Steven, as the armor bird Poke'mon came out in a flash of light. The Skarmory did a tight loop before it disappeared. Three seconds later, every Beedrill was on the ground twitching and Skarmory reappeared next to its trainer. Steven ran over to the side of the flower shop and grabbed the hose there. He then had his Aggron put Sean on the Skarmory's back and tied him up with the hose.
"Godora," said Steven, talking to his Aggron, "stay here and watch the Beedrill, if they even twitch the wrong way, nuke'em. Mudo, I want to be at the hospital ten minutes ago," Both of the Steel types nodded. Mudo then took off, hovering for a few seconds, enough time for Steven to grab onto his leg. The Skarmory then rushed to Rustboro city as Godora shook his head and got into a comfortable waiting position.
(Irregular Production, Violet City, Johto)
A now fully clothed HES's watches the chapter on the plot device, his eyes are wide open and his mouth dropped. Finally he gets his thoughts together and makes his opinion known.
"I so did not see that coming,"
Will Steven make it to the hospital on time? Will Sean and the yet to be named Poochyena survive their battle? And who the hell does Steven want to ask out? Find out next time, on Poke'mon Z.E.R.O Ch 2: "Ceilings Really Suck"