The Truth
Finally leaving the beach, Red was on his way to Route 11. His newborn Eevee walked alongside, since he thought he should let the baby pokemon experience life in the world first before being sent into a pokeball.
"You know, I haven't collected your data on my Pokedex," Red said to his Eevee.
-"Poke-dex,"- Eevee repeated, not having a clue to what it meant.
Red stopped and took out the advance piece of technology from his pocket. Eevee carefully observed the device when Red held it up, and pointed the lenses towards her.
"Eevee: The Evolution Pokemon. It is an extremely rare Pokemon that can adapt to harsh environments by taking on different evolutionary forms. Its unstable genetic code allows it to do so."
Red took a glance at Eevee's moves. "Your only damaging moves are Tackle and Dig," Red said with a hint of disappointment. A rare Pokemon with lame moves Red grimly thought. He looked down at Eevee and saw her smiled back at him.
-"Red!"- Eevee cutely squealed, putting a smile on Red's face.
"Let's go Eevee," Red warmly said. He pocketed his Pokedex and continued his casual walk down the route. Red looked ahead, his hat covered his eyes from the bright sun, and saw the path led to a field with a lot of tall grass. Some trainers were in the grass looking for any pokemon, while others were on the lookout for trainers to battle.
-"Red!"- Eevee shouted, getting her trainer's attention.
"What is it, Eevee?" Red asked. He saw Eevee run in front of a cave that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. "Huh? A cave in the middle of route is kind of strange." Next, Eevee ran to a wooden sign that was near to the entrance of the cave.
Red approached the worn-out sign and managed to make out the words on it. "Diglett's Cave: Watch your footing while inside in the tunnel," Red read out loud. He took a look into the eerie looking cave. Come to think of it, didn't Leaf say that she used this cave to get to Pallet Town faster? Red thought. Maybe I can take this short cut and perhaps get back to Pallet Town. Maybe Professor Oak can figure out how my Gible got to Kanto. With his hometown in mind, Red entered the cave.
At first glance, Diglett's Cave didn't look like a cave at all. The place appeared to be like small cave chamber. In the middle of the chamber, was a ladder that looked like it led to the lower levels of the cave.
"Looks like you will have to get on my shoulders, Eevee," Red said, and bent down towards the normal-type. Eevee still didn't understand a lot of words, but she got the idea. She hopped onto her trainer's left shoulder and made herself comfortable. Red began to scale down the ladder, having a little trouble because of Eevee. Her fur collar tickled Red's face, giving him trouble concentrating.
Even with Eevee on his shoulder, Red managed to clear the ladder. He hopped onto the cold dirt of the cave and examined the new terrain.
A row of lanterns were hung up on the walls, illuminating the cave. Red saw that the cave went straight before turning left, stopping Red from seeing any further.
"Well, I'm not going to get out of this cave just by standing around," Red spoke to himself. He took his first step and right away an object popped out from beneath his foot.
Red was thrown off balance, which caused him to fall backwards. Eevee was thrown off Red's shoulder, and fell into the hard dirt. Both received minimal damage from the fall.
"What was that?" Red groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. He looked at what he stepped on and saw an unusually smooth, brown rock in the place where he stepped on. "That wasn't there when I began to walk," Red muttered.
The "rock" suddenly turned around to reveal a pink nose with two black eyes.
"Ahh!" Red shouted, scrambling backwards to escape the strange object. He calmed down when he saw that the "rock" was actually a pokemon.
"Hehe, let's see what pokemon you are," Red sheepishly said, embarrassed by his misinterpretation. He took out his Pokedex and scanned the strange pokemon.
"Diglett: the mole Pokemon. They spend most of its time underground, but it may sometimes appear above ground. It sticks its head above ground when the sun isn't bright, because its skin is very thin. Exposure to light heats up its blood, causing it to grow weak."
"So that's what a Diglett looks like," Red muttered with a hint of disappointment. "You're a small little guy to have a cave named after your kind." Red picked himself up and dusted off his clothes. Eevee got back on her feet and shook her body to get rid of the debris caught in her fur.
Eevee, being a curious pokemon, approached the small ground-type pokemon. She began to sniff Diglett's body, thinking she can find out more of this pokemon by smelling it.
-"Hi"- Diglett greeted in a high pitch voice. This startled Eevee and made her retreat behind her trainer's leg.
Diglett was confused as to why Eevee was scared. He decided that he had better things to do and pulled its head back underground in a blink of an eye, leaving behind a pothole.
"I didn't get a chance to see the rest of its body," Red whined and hung his head in defeat. He quickly picked up his head and decided to continue his walk. He looked out for any more Digletts before continuing and avoiding any potholes left behind by them. He turn left, deciding that there was probably only one way out. He saw another turn in the path that went right this time.
As Red got closer to the second corner, he could hear two people chatting. Red wasn't the type to eavesdrop on other peoples' conversation, but their voices sounded familiar. He crept a little more until he was at an audible range of the conversation. He held a finger to his lips to tell Eevee to keep quiet, but Eevee just looked at him blankly.
"If you had put him in a stupid pokeball, we wouldn't be here in the first place," the first voice said in a harsh tone. The comment was followed by a soft sigh.
"I told you, our leader doesn't want it to be in a pokeball. He ordered me to keep it caged," the second familiar voice replied. "But I still don't know how he escaped from the cage. It was made of steel that could keep a gyarados locked up."
"I don't know how he got out of his cage, but I do know that there is someone eavesdropping on us," the male tranquil voice informed his comrade.
Red gulped when he found out that he was caught. "I don't have all day so show yourself already," the voice said changing into an impatient one.
Red stepped out of his hiding place and was taken back when he saw who the two people were. The two familiar white jackets immediately told him who they were. The youngest of the duo, who was Ember, was leaning against the rocky wall. His cold, dark eyes gave Red the chills. The other guy, Drake, was messing with his blue hair with one hand.
"What is that you want kid?" Ember coolly said, showing signs of no interest in Red, while Drake was paying close attention to him.
"Hey don't you call me kid," Red retorted.
"Okay, whatever you say," Ember rolled his eyes. "So, what is that you want?"
"Well, I wanted to ask you something," Red slowly said, slightly looked away so he didn't have to see Ember's face. "Are you my brother?" It seemed as if he had to force himself to ask the question.
Ember didn't seem a bit fazed by the question, but his partner was shocked by the question. "What makes you think that you are related to him?" Drake asked, taking a step closer to the young trainer.
"Yes I am, Red," Ember simply answered, keeping his usual composure. His partner snapped his head backwards, surprised by the answer that he had given.
"This kid is your little brother?" Drake asked, pointing a finger at a motionless Red. Ember just raised an eyebrow in response.
Red was still trying to comprehend this. He didn't know if he should've felt glad to know he had an older brother or be mad that he had hidden himself from his own family. Even with many paralyzing emotions that he was feeling, Red still needed to ask one more question.
Red slowly worked up the courage to ask. "Why did you hide from us?" he quietly asked.
Red's voice was barely audible to Ember. "What did you say? Speak louder little bro," Ember said with a quick, small smile that nearly went unnoticed by Red.
"Why didn't you come back with Mom and me?" Red questioned his brother's actions in a louder tone.
"That is none of your business, bro," Ember answered, getting off the wall and straighten his posture. "Let's go look for that lost dragon pokemon, Drake." He turned around getting ready to leave but was stopped by another question.
"Wait, are you guys looking for a Gible?" Red cried out, stopping Ember in his tracks.
Drake faced Red with a look of relief. "Yes! I'm looking for a Gible that I lost! Have you seen it? They usually like caves since they are cave dwellers," Drake began to talk non-stop, but stop when he saw the boy took out a pokeball.
Red pressed the white button on pokeball and released his dragon pokemon. Gible materialized in front Drake's feet.
Gible looked up to see the tall man's face and fear immediately took over his body. He quickly ran to his trainer and grabbed a hold of one of his legs. He began to shake violently when he grabbed his trainer.
"Haha, that's my Gible," Drake chuckled, which made Gible tremble even more worst. Eevee tried to figure out why Gible was acting strange and tried to cheer him up by licking him. Eevee's way to make Gible happy was an utter fail.
"What did you do to, Gible?" Red asked, picking up his shaking Gible. His eyes were full of fear when Red looked into them.
"Well, I stole him from his family which traumatized him and I wasn't very nice with him," Drake answered, showing no signs of regret of what he did to the poor pokemon. "No give me him now or…face the consequences." A moderate size pokemon that had the same coloring as Gible, appeared from its pokeball next to Drake. It had only one claw on each arm that looked sharp enough to tear Red into shreds.
With Gible trembling in his arms, Red struggled to take out his Pokedex. He managed to take out and scanned the skinny pokemon that resembled a little like Gible.
"Gabite: the Cave Pokemon. It is said that the scales of this pokemon can cure any illness and even the incurable ones. It likes shiny objects and digs up gems to stash in their nests, and because of their treasures they are targeted by many thieves."
"Gabite, let's go get our little friend back," Drake asserted, a mischievous smile formed on his mouth. Gabite began to sharpen his claw by sliding them across each other like a butcher sharpens his knifes.
"Wait," Ember's voice stopped Drake and his Gabite from advancing another further.
"What is it now, Ember?" Drake said with an annoyed tone, since he was getting hype up to beat up Red. "Don't want me to hurt your little brother?"
Ember ignored the last comment and began talk to Red. "So, you want to know why I never showed my face again to my own mother?" Ember rhetorically asked, but Red still answered with a single nod.
"Come on Ember. I need to get that Gible back," Drake muttered, but knew he can't stop Ember from continuing. He leaned on the cave wall and so did his dragon Pokemon, since he knew that Ember's story was going take a while.
With no more interruptions, Ember continued to talk directly to Red. "Well, it all started after I won the tournament at the Indigo League," Ember began.
"You won the Indigo League tournament!" Red shouted in surprise, but his enthusiasm was short live when Ember gave him a glare that told him to shut up.
"As I was saying, I won the tournament and our father wanted me to join him on a journey to Mt. Silver," Ember said.
Flashback
"Shouldn't we tell mom where we are going?" the eleven-year-old Ember asked the tall figure in front of him. They were standing outside his house in the bright sun with large backpacks. A relaxed Charizard watched the duo as they checked if they had all of their supplies.
"Your mother wouldn't be too happy if she knew that I was taking you to Mt. Silver," the man replied. After seeing that he had all of the supplies that he needed, he put on the backpack.
"Do we need all of this stuff, dad?" Ember asked his father, as he struggled to put on the large bag. His father chuckled as he grabbed the strap of the pack and helped his on put on the backpack.
"Of course we do, Ember. You can never be too careful when you're in Mt. Silver. Many things can happen while we are there," the father told his son. He walked up to his fire-flying pokemon and began to scratch the area behind his horns. Charizard responded to the soothing scratching by closing his eyes and making a low growling sound in pleasure. "Just don't tell your mom that I took you there because she will kill me if she finds out."
Ember was still confused on why he shouldn't tell his mother where he went. His mother was currently at the spa, which dad paid for and his little brother was being taken care of by their neighbors. So, his dad proposed the idea to go to Mt. Sliver.
"Well, let's get going," Ember's father said. Charizard already knew what to do when his trainer said those words. The calm beast bent forward so his trainer could climb on.
When Ember's father settled onto Charizard's back, he motioned to Ember to get on. Ember obliged to the gesture and got onto his father's Charizard.
He sat behind his dad, wrapping his arms around his old man's waist. "Let's get this over with," Ember mumbled.
Charizard slightly turned his head and gave Ember a wink before taking off into the skies. The flight was at first shaky since Charizard wasn't used to flying with a lot of weight. He soon got the hang of it and smoothly flew to their destination.
Ember was a little insecure of being this high, but somehow holding his dad made him felt more confident.
The flight felt like it took forever because they flew in silence, but Ember broke it when saw the tall mountain appear ahead of them.
"I see Mt. Silver dad!" Ember exclaimed. "What are we going to do there?"
"You will see," his father answered with a chuckle. He told his Charizard to speed up and Charizard responded with a snort and a little increase in speed.
As they got closer, the bigger Mt. Silver got. Pretty soon the mountain was at close range and Ember felt like an insect when he saw the enormous mountain. The peak of the mountain was shrouded by clouds, so Ember couldn't tell where it was.
"Charizard, land in that cave over there," the veteran trainer ordered his loyal fire type, pointing to an entrance.
Charizard obeyed and landed on the ledge that was in front of the opening. Folding up his wings, Charizard lowered himself so he could let the passengers get off.
Both father and son hopped off the pokemon's back. Ember took a quick peek over the ledge and saw how high it was. The base of the mountain looked like it was a hundred feet away. He looked away when he saw that his dad was walking into the tunnel with Charizard not to far behind.
He went after him, not wanting to be left behind. His backpack weighed him down but he still managed to catch up with his father.
"So, what are going to do now, dad," Ember asked, not having a clue as to what they were going to do here. He looked at the cave walls. It was surprisingly bright inside and Ember thought it was because of Charizard's flame on his tail.
"Just stay quiet and don't make a sound," the father's tone of voice dramatically changed into a serious one. Ember was a little stun by his father's change of character, but he thought not to dwell on it.
They took some other paths and the further into the mountain they went the more nervous Ember became. After a few more minutes of uneasy silence, Ember's father stopped.
"Okay son, I'm going to need you to send out your Magmar," Ember's father told him.
"What? Why do you need Magmar?" Ember asked.
"I just need him to use Rock Slide on a pokemon that is up ahead," the father told his son.
Ember nodded and released his Magmar. He then started to notice that they haven't seen any pokemon living in the mountain, yet. He was kind of excited to see what pokemon it was going to be, since he has heard that the pokemon that live in Mt. Silver were incredibly strong.
"Magmar, I want you to use Rock Slide when my dad tells you too," Ember told Magmar his instructions. Magmar simply nodded and faced his trainer's dad.
Seeing that everything was set, he motioned Charizard to start following him. He turned around a corner with both fire-type pokemon behind him. Ember was close behind them.
He nearly gasped when saw the Pokemon that his father was talking about. Instead of another tunnel, it was a room bigger than his whole house. In the middle of the room, there was a large yellow bird that looked like it was on fire. The flames on its wings looked alive as they flickered but the closed eyes made looked like it was resting.
"Isn't that the legendary pokemon Moltres?" Ember asked his dad, not believing his own eyes. Not getting a response, he turned his head towards his dad and saw that he was advancing towards the mystical creature. "Dad, what are you doing?" Ember ran up to his dad and pulled on his backpack to stop him.
Ember's father quickly turned around to face his son. "What is it, son?" his dad hastily asked.
Ember looked into his father's eyes and he didn't see any sign of kindness, only a pair of cold, black eyes. "Uhh…what are you going to do-with Moltres?" Ember slowly questioned his father.
His father sighed before answering. "Well, it's time I tell what I do for a living son. I hunt and sell rare Pokemon," the man replied in a harsh voice, making Ember cringe.
"Wait a minute," Red interrupted Ember's story. "Are you saying that our dad was a poacher?"
Ember merely raised an eyebrow to the rude interruption, but he decided to let it slide this time. "Yes I am. I know how you feel, Red. Even I couldn't believe it myself," Ember lowered his gaze as he continued. "But I then realized that it all made sense now. All the times that he came home late were probably the times that he was out hunting for rare Pokemon. Why he never told me of his job whenever I asked him. The calls that he always got were probably people asking for a specific Pokemon, since he always left after he gotten them and he didn't even say good-bye when he left or when he was coming back."
"Dad would never do something as terrible as Pokemon Poaching!" Red retaliated, trying to keep his cool but failing since his body was showing signs of weakness. His legs trembling and his eyes were on the verge of crying.
"Well he was and this story will teach you that you can't trust anyone. Not even your own family you can trust," Ember coldly said. He closed his eyes to take a brief break before continuing on his story.
Ember's father left the broken hearted Ember and continued his plan to catch Moltres. He walked closer to the beast with his Charizard behind him.
Magmar stopped to comfort his trainer by patting him on the back saying words that were muffled to Ember. His trainer was on his knees still trying to comprehend what his father had told him.
Many emotions were going through Ember's body, but the one emotion that was strongest was anger. He was angry because he felt betrayed. He was angry because his father was doing something illegal. His was mostly angry because his father brought him along so he could help him in his dirty work.
Standing up straight, Ember focused all of his anger on one person and that was his father. He clouded the other emotions in his mind and left only anger to take over. He felt a sudden surge of energy go through his body and he had only one thing on his mind: to stop his father.
"We are going to stop him, Magmar," Ember said in a tone with no emotion. "I won't allow a Pokemon as rare as Moltres be caught by a filthy poacher." Ember's voice got louder as his anger was increasing.
Magmar had a shocked expression when he heard his trainer say that he was going to attack his own father.
"So, you attacked dad?" Red said gritting his teeth, feeling a little angry that his brother would do such a thing.
"I really don't like to be interrupted," Ember remarked, shifting around to get himself in a comfortable position. He faced his partner, Drake. "I did fight him, but his Charizard put up one hell of a fight. We also managed to wake up Moltres from its slumber and it wasn't happy to be awakened. So, I finally decided to end this."
Magmar was panting heavily, trying to regain energy that he lost in what was the most difficult battle that he has ever been. His opponent Charizard was barely showing signs of fatigue, but he was getting tired by the second.
"Give it up, Ember," Ember's father said. "You are not strong enough to defeat your old man." The father let out a chuckle, but stopped when he heard movement behind him. He turned around just in time to see a large stream of fire heading towards him. He jumped out of the way to avoid the flames.
The flames slammed into Charizard's back instead of Ember's father. Charizard was weakened enough to get knock down by the fire attack, even though he had a type-resistance to it. The large fire beast collapsed forward, his heavy body made a loud thud sound when he hit the floor.
"Charizard!" Ember's Father cried when he saw his pokemon collapse. He got up from the floor and rushed to his pokemon's side. "Come on, Charizard. You got to wake up so we can catch Moltres," he tried to get a response from Charizard.
Ember looked towards the way that the Flamethrower came from and saw that it was the Legendary Pokemon Moltres who was responsible for the attack. The giant bird-pokemon spread out its fiery wings letting out an earsplitting cry, announcing its presence.
To Ember it felt as if time was slowing down. He saw the awaken Moltres cry in its striking pose, and his gaze wandered to the limp Charizard on the floor. The poor creature was coming to his senses while his trainer was taking out a black pokeball from his belt.
In a few seconds, Ember figured out what he had to do. He knew that a pokemon as powerful as Moltres couldn't fall in the hands of evil. He had to stop bad people from doing bad things at all costs, even if it was his own father.
"Magmar, I want you to use Rock Slide on Charizard and my father," Ember ordered his Pokemon with no emotion. Magmar gave Ember a shocked look in response to Ember's harsh order. The Spitfire pokemon began to shake its head in defiance, not wanting to kill a person.
Ember saw his Pokemon reaction and became frustrated by his Pokemon's disobedience. "Look Magmar, I'm doing this for the good of Pokemon. I don't care if he is my father, only that he is a pokemon poacher that steals Pokemon for money!" Ember raised his voice. He gave Magmar the cold look in his eyes meaning that he wasn't the same guy that he was before. "We need to stop acting like scared little kids and stand up for what is right. I just need you to use Rock Slide. Can you do that?"
Magmar became frighten by his trainer's change of character and had no choice but to follow orders. He raised his arms high up and began to summon up energy in order to do the attack. When Magmar stomped the ground with its foot, the ceiling above began to shake. A huge junk of the ceiling above Ember's father gave in to the tremendous power and came down. The big chunk of rock turned into big boulders that landed on top of Ember's dad and his Charizard.
The boulders made loud crunching sounds as they one by one hit the ground. The falling debris frightened Moltres and made him flee the scene. The Pokemon turned around to head towards a large hole in the wall that Ember hadn't seen when he came in. The majestic Pokemon jumped in the air before flapping its wings to become airborne. Moltres flew straight into the tunnel and left behind Ember.
Moltres leaving made Ember let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he saved the pokemon from capture. He looked towards the giant pile of rocks, looking for any sign of movement. After standing still for a few minutes and not seeing any signs of life made Ember realized that he killed his own father.
If Ember were in his normal state, he would have been crying for his father's death, but he wasn't. He felt as he had changed in the last few hours.
"Looks like things are going to be different from now on, Magmar," Ember muttered to his pokemon. Magmar had a solemn look when he stared at the destruction that he had caused, but he knew that it had to be done. He trotted behind his trainer, who decided to leave.
"After that, I knew that I couldn't face my mother again, since I did kill her husband. I just decided to stay away from my family for the rest of my life," Ember ended his tragic story. "I hope you learned that you can't trust anyone, even if the person is part of your family." He stayed silent for a moment to give Red time to take in the lasting thought.
Red had his head lowered, hiding his face by the shadow that his hat cast upon him. He slowly lifted his head, showing his depressed face. "But…how did you join the group that you…are in right now?" Red quietly asked.
"Let's leave that story for another time," Ember smirked, getting off the wall. His partner did the same, yawning in a rude manner.
Red clenched his fist tighter. Eevee seem to have noticed Red's increasing angry and became concern. She tried to get Red's attention by affectionately rubbing her body against her trainer's leg.
Ember seemed to have taken noticed in Eevee for the first time. "You keep getting rare Pokemon, Red. However, rare Pokemon won't get you far. You will also need to be strong and to get there you will need to use your most powerful emotion, anger," Ember told his younger brother the piece of advice.
Ember's advice angered Red even more. Red's facial expression reflected his emotion and his older brother just smirked at him. Red was angry more than he had ever been in his life and all of that hate was focused on one person, Ember.
"Well, now that story time is done, I will like to take that Gible off your hands," Drake said in a cockily matter, outstretching his hand as if he was going to receive Gible right away.
Red didn't budge a bit. His eyes were full of anger but were also on the verge of crying. He absentmindedly grabbed a pokeball from his belt, not thinking on which pokemon he got. He held Gible in one arm while he held the pokeball in the other hand.
"Looks like we will have to do it the hard way, Gabite," Drake said, flashing a toothy grin. Gabite flashed his own toothy grin, giving Red a peek at his white, sharp teeth.
Red sent out his random pokemon and it turn out to be his Pidgeotto. Pidgeotto appeared out of his pokeball and instantly was airborne. The change of scenery made Pidgeotto wondered where he was but his opponent worried him even more.
"Let me see you put that anger to good use, Red," Ember remarked, taking a step back to give the trainers more room to fight.
Not being able to form a strategy, due to his mind clouded in anger, Red just called out an attack. "Pidgeotto, Aerial Ace!" Red ordered.
Pidgeotto could tell that his trainer wasn't in normal state of mind by hearing the way he commanded him. Even of the cold tone nevertheless, Pidgeotto followed the order. White streaks of light swirled around his body as he flew towards the dragon-type pokemon.
"Just block the attack, Gabite," Drake told his pokemon.
Gabite crossed its arms making an X, and held his ground. Pidgeotto slammed into the Gabite but the tough pokemon stopped him dead in its tracks.
"Fight back with Dragon Claw," Drake commanded, clearly not impressed by Red's battling style. This kid is nothing like Ember. Makes it even harder to believe that they are related Drake thought.
A purple-bluish glow surrounded Gabite's claws. He pushed back making Pidgeotto break his formation and leaving him open for attack. Gabite slashed his claws across the bird's chest. Pidgeotto let out a cry before falling on the ground.
"Pidgeotto, get up and use Wing Attack," Red harshly ordered, not taking in consideration of Pidgeotto's weakened state. The weak pokemon used all of its strength to get back on its feet.
Ember decided that he had seen enough and interrupted the ongoing battle. "I think it's enough Red," Ember disrupted the battle, getting a strange look from both trainers. "You obviously need to work on controlling your anger."
"I don't need to control my anger!" Red barked back, frightening his Eevee. "I don't need someone to tell me on how to battle and I especially don't need help from someone who murdered my father."
"Stop acting like a child, Red," Ember told his brother. "The anger is controlling you instead of you controlling it. Why did I think that this could have worked?" Ember shook his head in disappointment.
"What didn't work?" Drake queried Ember's remark.
"Just forget about it, Drake," Ember waved off the question. "Let's just go. We have more important matters to attend to."
"I'm not leaving until I get that Gible back," Drake strongly said. He turned back to the battle that was momentarily stopped. He was about to call an attack that would have ended Pidgeotto's misery but a certain ringing sound stopped him from doing so.
The sound of a phone ringing stopped everyone. Everyone was quiet until they found out that source of ringing noise was coming from Drake's pocket. Drake sheepishly took out a blue phone from his left pocket that looked similar to Red's Pokegear but had a different logo on it. Flipping the device open, Drake put the top part to his ear.
With everyone being silent, they could easily hear the conversation between Drake and the caller. "Hello, Drake," a male voice greeted.
"Uh..Hello," Drake nervously answered.
"Let's cut to the chase. Just stop the hunt for the lost Gible and go back to the original plan," the mysterious caller ordered.
"But sir-"
The call was cut off before Drake could say anything. Drake sighed and pocketed the phone device. He glared at Red and his trembling Gible before turning around.
"Our leader wants us to-"Drake was cut off by Ember's hand signifying that he heard the very short conversation.
"Let's just leave," Ember remarked, stuffing his hands into his pockets and began to walk away.
"Wait!" Red stopped his brother from leaving. "You can't just leave during the middle of a match."
"Look Red, we are too strong for you. You can't control your anger and you are lacking training," Ember coldly stated, not turning around. "Do some training in here for awhile. I heard that there was some strong Dugtrios around here." With that said, Ember continued his exit.
"We will meet again," Drake said, giving Red one last look before leaving. Gabite gave Pidgeotto an imitating look before going after his trainer.
Red saw the last of them when they went around a corner, leaving him alone with two scared pokemon. Red fell onto his knees, still thinking about what Ember said and still holding Gible in his arms.
Control your anger…use your anger to your advantage…don't trust anyone…Ember's advice were buzzing in Red's mind. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that his Eevee crawled into his lap. He was brought back to reality when he felt a warm tongue go across his cheek.
Red blinked in surprise and saw his Eevee standing on her hind legs licking his face. He also noticed that his Gible had stopped trembling and was now fast asleep.
Eevee saw that her trainer was snapped back to the real world and stopped her therapeutic licks. She went back to her usual position, cutely staring at Red, giving him her best smile.
Pidgeotto slowly limped to his trainer, trying his best to keep up a normal pace. He soon collapsed in front Red, clenching his eyes in pain.
Red suddenly felt like he was awoken from a terrible nightmare. "How could I be so stupid?" Red muttered. He quickly returned Pidgeotto back into his proper pokeball along with the sleeping Gible. He then faced Eevee.
"I forgot the most important rule of being a trainer," Red said to himself, picking up the small normal type pokemon. "To always care for your pokemon's well-being and develop a bond with them. How can I create a bond with pokemon with only the emotion anger?"
-"Anger?"- Eevee repeated the word. She shook her head, not liking the sound of the word.
"I will not be like my older brother and just be angry all the time. I will show him that anger won't help you get what you want," Red proclaimed, standing up straight. "Even if my dad was a poacher, there wasn't a real reason for him to die. I will one day show Ember that, but first...I will need to train."
