*A Mightyena Named Wolf*
Note: I do not own Pokémon.
This chapter has been edited on 2009. Didn't change too much though.
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Chapter 3 ~ Blast In The Past
The Mightyena gazed at the weird bowl-shaped structure in front of him. It looked like something that humans sit on, and it has a hole in the middle. In the hole was some water.
Toilet.
The Mightyena remembered how he had trouble in the past involving this little structure. He closed his eyes and sighed. The sight of the toilet had brought back all the bitter memories he had kept bottled up within. He found himself taking a trip back to memory lane…
Years ago, a Poochyena ran about in the city, panting heavily. "Chy! Chy! Poochy!"
It was past midnight. Several stick-wielding men were chasing the Poochyena throughout the quiet streets of Rustboro City. They were slowly gaining in on him, and Poochyena knew his only option left was to hide.
"Come back here! You're ours, Poochyena!" one of the men yelled.
He ran in an open door. In it, there were more doors, and in each of them was a weird structure, the same one as the one in Will's house. He didn't know it then, but he had ran into the public toilet.
He rushed in through one of these doors and found himself in a dead-end. He was face-to-face with a wall as well as the toilet. He turned his head behind.
The thugs were leering at him, sneering. One of them taunted him with a stick. He was doomed.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Pooooochyyy!" he began crying.
"Tears won't save you, pooch! I'm gonna catch you and sell you off!"
Just then, growling came from outside. The thugs turned around to the source of the noise. Standing outside the building were two Mightyenas, growling at the men.
"Chy!" Poochyena gave a delighted cry, elated at the sight of his would-be saviors.
The thugs immediately turned their focus on the two Mightyenas. The Mightyenas leapt forward, trying to swipe the thugs with their powerful claws. About two of the men got knocked down, but the rest began pounding the Mightyenas with sticks and other weapons. Poochyena watched as the male Mightyena took a rather hard blow.
"(Take him and run!)" the male Mightyena told the other.
"(Right!)" the female Mightyena replied.
The female Mightyena escaped the fight and came to the Poochyena. The men did not even notice her leaving the fray – they were to busy pummeling on the male Mightyena.
"(Come now, let's get out first,)" she said hurriedly, nudging the Poochyena with her muzzle.
"(But dad. . . he. . .)" the Poochyena began.
"(He will be alright, I hope.)"
Reluctantly, the Poochyena allowed himself to be led out of the building. The men were still oblivious to this. Before exiting though, the Poochyena stole a glance at his beaten-down father. Despite being badly injured, he was still flailing about, trying to sink his jaws into one of the men's legs.
"It's no use! He won't stop attacking! We have no other choice!" one of the thugs yelled. The Poochyena saw the man pull out something shiny, something sharp. A knife.
Shocked, the Poochyena ran with his mother.
A little way from the toilet, the Poochyena heard an ear-splitting howl. It was a howl of pain. The last howl he will ever hear from his father.
Once again, tears welled up in his eyes.
"(Dad!!)" he cried out while running as fast as possible. Besides him, his mother looked as fazed as he was.
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The next day, the two of them decided to retrieve the body of the fallen Mightyena. They avoided busy paths and got to the toilet. The mere sight of the building was too much for the Poochyena. He began whimpering.
"(Stay here,)" his mother said soothingly. The Poochyena nodded.
He watched as his mother ran inside. Afraid that there might still be some thugs lurking around, he kept watch at the surroundings. There was nobody in sight. A short while later, his mother reappeared.
"(He's not there…)" she said.
"(He's still alive, then?)" the Poochyena said hopefully.
"(I don't think so. There's a puddle of blood on the floor, and it is his blood. It didn't trail outside… humans must have collected him first.)"
He hung his head sadly at these words. Guilt began flooding through him, just like the day before. His father had died all because of him…
"(Come. Let's get out of here.)" the female Mightyena's voice was starting to shake.
The Poochyena sniffed but obeyed his mother.
Moments after they walked away from the toilet, they ran into a man.
"Wow, a Mightyena and a Poochyena!" The man took out two empty Pokéballs and tossed them.
"(Run!)" the Mightyena told her son.
Poochyena obeyed. He ran hard but turned back and saw his mother jump up and knocked away the Pokéball that was meant for him. By doing so however, she was practically volunteering herself to be its victim instead. She was sucked into it, and Poochyena waited with bated breath for her to pop back right out.
She never did. The man gave a whoop of joy and ran up to the idle Pokéball.
"Ena!" the Poochyena cried again as he ran towards the forest, leaving the celebrating man.
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In the woods, Poochyena was alone. He cried without stopping. Several curious Pokémon gathered around and stared at him, but he did not care. He had lost everything. He closed his eyes and continued crying. He was alone… alone in the world…
As he continued crying, he felt someone pat him on the head.
"Chy?" He looked up.
A dozen or more Mightyenas were surrounding him. The sight of them all intimidated him. The Mightyena that patted him began to talk.
"(Who are you?)" he asked.
"(I… I…)" the Poochyena started crying again. Several of the Mightyenas looked as though they were getting impatient.
"(Don't cry… tell me what happened,)" the kindly Mightyena said softly.
Poochyena told him his sad story. The Mightyena listened with interest.
"(… Don't worry. I'll let you join the pack. I'll take care of you. Stop crying, you'll be alright.)"
"(Th… thank you…)" the Poochyena sniffed.
"(Alpha, wait. Are you sure this is a good idea?)" another Mightyena asked.
The kindly Mightyena turned around. "(Of course. Why not?)"
"(He would only get in the way. He's still so young…)"
He shook his head. "(No, I doubt that. I will take care of him.)"
"(Maybe you would like to reconsider...?)"
"(No. I'm the Alpha here, and my decision is this: This here Poochyena will join our pack.)"
When the Alpha turned away though, he saw some of the other Mightyenas scowl behind the Alpha's back. They all seem to be staring daggers at the Poochyena.
The Alpha was the only one with warmth and sympathy in his eyes.
"(Come, little one. Let's hunt together.)"
And yet… after all the Alpha had done for him, he has let him down.
Mom… Dad… Alpha… one by one, they were taken from him… they were all taken away from him…
Meanwhile, Will was busy scouring the entire house for the black-and-grey Pokémon. After seeing that Mightyena wasn't in his room, he left immediately to search in other areas without thinking of looking into the toilet.
"Mightyena!" Will called out.
Will has searched for about ten minutes now, and was starting to get worried. He wondered where the Mightyena had gotten to. He went into his room again to see if Mightyena has returned, but it was empty. Just as he was about to leave for another room, the Mightyena walked out from the toilet.
"You were in the toilet all along!? What did you go running there for? To relieve yourself?" Will joked.
The Mightyena stared at Will.
A few seconds of silence passed.
"Er… come now, why are you staring at me like that?"
The Mightyena broke the gaze and went into Will's room. He hopped onto the bed, circled around a spot and laid down.
"Um… I got some food and water for you. I don't know if you'll like this… this here is a t-bone steak. I don't mind you eating on my bed, but I am afraid you'll have to drink on the floor."
Will walked closer to the Mightyena and offered it the steak.
The Mightyena smelled the strange object the boy was offering to him. He must admit that he has gotten quite hungry and thirsty since his trip to the Pokémon Center. He had been given food and water there, but it wasn't much.
His nose was practically touching the steak. He hesitated. It actually smelt good, but he was conflicted as to whether or not to accept the offer.
To accept the steak means to put himself in the boy's control. But then, he was pretty much under his control already, he thought, what with the boy going all out to save him. And he was hungry.
With that in mind, he grabbed the steak with his muzzle and chewed it.
It was… heavenly. He had never tasted anything like it.
Too small though, he thought to himself. The steak was finished in mere minutes. He hopped to the floor and walked to where a dish of water was laid for him.
He gave the water a whiff.
Yep… no poison.
Of course, the boy does not look like a bad guy, but you just can't trust humans.
The Mightyena lapped up some of the water. Even as he did so, he couldn't help but wonder.
What will happen to him, and why is the boy so slow in capturing him?