Assault on the Museum
Packing his stuff for his trip back on the road, Red was making sure that he had everything with him that he needed. He had his mother washed some of his clothes, after she was done at scolding Red for dirtying them so badly, which were now neatly packed into his backpack. He slid the backpack onto his back and grabbed the pokeballs that were placed on his desk. He left his room taking one look at it before taking the stairs.
He found his mother starting to do her chores around the house. She grabbed a broom and began to sweep the kitchen with her chipper mood to make her work more enjoyable. She stopped momentarily to say Good Morning to her son.
After eating breakfast, Red thought he should leave since he had continued his journey as fast as possible. He didn't want any of his rivals to get ahead of him, after all.
"Take your time, Honey. The world is not going anywhere," Red's mother told her son. She gave him a hug before setting him off into the world again. "And be safe," she said her departing words, to what Red responded with his warm smile.
Red went straight to Professor's Oak lab. Despite it being early in the morning, the lab was busy with activity. After some directions from an aide, Red entered a room that was supposed to be the place where the professor performs his small experiments. He found the Professor holding up two light blue rocks towards Red's Gible, who was sitting on a table.
Professor Oak turned to see who entered the room and broke into a smile to see that it was Red."Ahh, Red. Glad to see you here today," Oak rejoiced. Red was a bit startle by the Professor's merry tone but approached him anyways.
"Good Morning, Professor Oak," Red greeted. "I just wanted to come for my Pokemon if it wasn't a problem."
"Oh no, its fine! I'm done doing experiment with this remarkable specimen," he replied, placing the stones in his hand on the table. He grabbed Gible and handed it to Red's arms.
"And did you figure out how my Gible got here in Kanto?" Red asked, shifting around to get a better hold of his pokemon.
"Sadly me and my associates could not think of theory that could have explained how this pokemon got her," Oak said to Red's disappointment. "I did figure out that this Gible is from the Sinnoh region, somewhere close to Mt. Coronet."
"Really? How are sure?" Red asked, astonished by how far this Gible was from home.
"Well, my colleague from Sinnoh instantly recognized it being native to his region. I figured out it was from Mt. Coronet due to this Gible having some magnetic energy on its body that is unique to Mt. Coronet," Oak explained. "But that's not the interesting part," the professor continued, gaining Red's full attention. "This Gible has a special ability that I have never seen before."
The old man grabbed the two blue stones from the table and held them in front of Red. The stones shimmered in the room's lights, showing off its color even more. "This two stones are similar but one of them is actually a Water Stone, an evolution stone, while the other is a fraud." He held the rocks closer to Red's Gible.
The pudgy dragon pokemon's large fin began to twitch as the items were placed in front of him. He jumped out of Red's grasp and clamped his jaws onto Professor Oak's left arm.
"Gible!" Red shouted as he grabbed his pokemon and tried to pry him off the old man's arm but to no avail.
"Calm down, Red," the Professor laughed which made Red think that he had lost his mind. "He is not using all of strength to crush my arm." Gible suddenly let go of Professor Oak arm and fell onto the cold tiled floor. He spat out the blue rock from his mouth that he took from Oak's hand and handed it back to him with his tiny arms.
Oak accepted the stone, shaking some of the saliva off, and showed it to Red. "I know you can't tell but this is this the real Water Stone while the other in my hand was the phony," he exclaimed. "I don't know how exactly but I think it has to do with his fin that helps him determine which stone was the real evolution stone. His ability also works for different types of elemental stones. He can tell which stone was the real one and could find them buried underground."
Red was left speechless as he heard of his pokemon's ability. And I think that yellow stone that Gible gave me was an evolution stone as well Red thought, grabbing his pack to retrieve the stone he received from his pokemon. He found it in the front pocket of his bookbag and gave it to the professor to examine it.
"Ah, the Thunder Stone," the professor recognized the stone. "A rare stone indeed and I suppose your Gible found it for you." He handed it back to Red and gave the Gible one last look before returning his gaze back to Red. "I may not know how this Gible got here but I pretty sure you're the best person to have caught this remarkable pokemon. Well, I don't want to hinder your pokemon journey any longer and I had my fun for the week, so you're welcome to be off on your journey."
"Well thanks for your help, Professor," Red thanked the man and returned Gible back into his respective pokeball. Red thanked him once more before leaving the experiment room and exiting the building. He didn't see Leaf anywhere when he was leaving but he thought he caught sight of her long brown hair going past a corner.
Going through Route 1 was a lot faster than Red's first time he went through it with his pokemon. He didn't have to put much effort at fighting the wild pokemon and trainers that were on the path. He entered Viridian City with his Eevee by his side, deciding to keep her out since she needed the experience by fighting wild pokemon.
Eevee ran ahead of Red and stopped to look at her trainer. -"Red!"- she gleefully cried, wanting him to hurry up.
Wow, she really has a lot of energy inside of her, Red thought. Are all baby pokemon like this? So, full of energy that I don't know where they get it. In fact, I think human babies and pokemon babies have some things in common.
He quickly caught up with his normal-type pokemon and walked with his pokemon around Viridian City. He passed by the Pokemon Center, since he had no seriously hurt pokemon, and continued on his way while he hummed a merry tune.
Another perfect day Red rejoiced in his mind. While he was enjoying the day, Red was still on the lookout for that creepy, old man that could possibly pop out of anywhere. He became extremely cautious when he neared the Gym that he knew was just around the corner of the house.
Turning left on the corner, Red caught side of two people in front of the Gym. There backs were facing Red as they were having conversation with one of another. Red would have ignored them and walked right pass them but their clothing was what stopped him from going.
The two guys standing in front the doors of the gym, at least he thought they were guys because of their boyish hair styles, were both wearing the same attire. They both were wearing white jackets with few blue strips on the back and two spikes that protruded from the hood. Khaki pants with some blue and white shoes to top it all off. Both were the same height but one had had short, straight hair that was the color of white snow while the other guy had short, messy hair with a light shade of brown.
Red couldn't make out the words that they were saying but as he walked closer to the two guys, he could hear what they were saying.
"…still it's been a long time since I been to this gym and the only thing that has changed about it is the closed sign that is hanging from it," the brown haired man hastily remarked, gesturing to the hanging sign.
"I guess it hasn't," smoothly replied the man with white hair. "Well, we stopped here for you to check out the gym like you wanted, so now can we continue." His companion stepped back to get a bigger view of the gym.
"Come on Ice, what's the rush. We still got a lot of time," he said as he turned to face his partner with a large grin. His face made him look as if he was still in his early 20's. "I'm a little surprise that you want to leave quickly, since I am always the one who wants to hurry while you always been the calm guy who wants to move at your own pace."
"I just want to move quickly in order to complete our mission," Ice replied, combing his fair with hand even though it was already straight. "I just don't want our boss to be on our necks for not hurrying up with our side of the operation. We already wasted enough time making the other stops you wanted to make, so I don't want to waste anymore time lollygagging. You got that, Joey?"
Joey raised an eyebrow. "Wow, I guess you are serious about this mission. Well, it won't take long since all we have to do is just steal the Ice Crystal from the museum from Pewter City. The guards usually hired to guard in museums are weaklings that couldn't guard for crap," Joey chuckled.
"I guess, but I still think we shouldn't waste our time anymore. Let us be off," Ice said, turning around. The first thing that his light blue eyes fell on was on the ten-year-old trainer and his Eevee standing behind them.
Red tightened his body, trying not to make a move as he saw that he was caught. He quickly studied Ice facial features and determined that he could have been somewhere around his early twenties as well.
"Looks like we have an eavesdropper," Ice muttered, not dropping his gaze that made Red squirm a little.
"Huh?" Joey turned his head to catch a glimpse of the person. Once he got his quick look, he quickly turned his whole body around and shouted," Aha!" while pointing an accusing finger at Red. "Don't you know that it's not nice to listen on other people conversation, kid?"
Red held his tongue as he didn't know how to respond to the question. Eevee jumped in front of him and began to bark at the duo threatening her trainer.
"- Battle, Battle, Battle!"- Eevee chanted, hopping around as she was getting pump up for battle.
"Well, kids these days don't have much manners at all. They all become rotten, spoiled kids that just want to battle people to show how strong their pokemon are," Ice retorted, cracking a smirk.
"Hey, I'm not spoiled!" Red barked back. "And I heard your plan to steal a crystal from a museum from Pewter City. I will not allow that, so I'm going to stop you," Red boldly declared, Eevee shouted in union.
"Hmph, just as I said. Rotten kids that just want to battle us," the cool trainer serenely stated. "We shouldn't waste any more time here so lets make this quick."
Joey grinned at the sound of some action. "Don't worry, he won't be hard since he has that stupidly weak Eevee," remarked Joey, reaching for his pokeball.
Ice held out his arm in front of his partner as a gesture to not continue. "I'll take care of this," he smoothly said. Putting his arm down, Ice swiftly pulled out his own Pokeball and threw it on the ground.
The pokeball snapped open and released a pokemon that resembled a giant purple rock with a few spikes protruding from its shell.
Not giving Red a chance to check what pokemon it was, Ice gave it his first command. "Cloyster, Blizzard!" Not a moment later, the giant rock split from the middle to open up. The action revealed a black, round head that was hidden in the sturdy shell with a sly smirk and an evil gleam in its eye.
From the inside of Cloyster's shell, a strong blast of freezing air was sent out. The gust of cold air was so powerful Red thought he was actually in a blizzard storm when it hit him. The cold air pricked Red's skin and he huddled closer to his body in a futile attempt to try to keep himself warm. The cold wind soon died down after a few seconds and Red was left with his body trembling in cold. Red was able again to see his surroundings which where frozen from the Blizzard but what caught his attention was that his opponents were gone.
Red, with his chattering teeth, looked from side to side to find his missing opponents. He didn't see anybody in his line of vision, so gave up his search and began to walk to make more blood pump into the rest of his body. Red's Eevee didn't seem to be much affected by the cold wind before since she did have a thick layer of fur protecting her.
Where the hell did they go? Red wondered. Well, I know what their next target is. I need to get to the Pewter City Museum to stop them form stealing the item that they want. I believe the crystal that they want might be similar that Team Rocket stole from the S.S Anne. Is their something else about those crystals that make them so special besides being rare and expensive?
Red shook the thought out of his head to stop his mind from wandering. He was starting to regain his numb body parts and headed towards the road that lead to Pewter City, with Eevee hot on his heels.
Red jogged into Pewter City with a Pikachu perched on his head. The run through Viridian Forest wasn't easy since he never actually went 'through' the forest and thus had to rely on his Pikachu's directions, since the forest was his home.
Red felt relieved when his feet were jogging on hard concrete. He then began to aimlessly walk around the town as he tried to remember where the museum was located at.
He soon was feeling fatigue since he has done a lot traveling in one day. "Pikachu, sorry but I'm going to have to return you back to your pokeball because carrying you on my head is just a burden," Red told the pokemon on his head.
-"Sure, it's getting a bit too hot up here anyways,"- Pikachu responded, holding a hand over his eyes to prevent the bright sun from disturbing his eyesight. He was returned into his pokeball as Red continued his search.
As he was searching for the building, Red caught sight of a long line of people. Curiosity getting the best of him, Red went towards the line to see what the deal was. The line was a mix of people: young, old, adults, children, couples but all were facing towards a large building. The building immediately made fireworks in Red's head go off.
The Museum! Red thought in joy. Ignoring the line of people, Red began to sprint towards the building with historical artifacts. As he ran along the crowd of people, he was met a bunch of cries from the aggravated crowd. There was even one person, whose face Red didn't catch, who stuck out an arm to try to stop him but he easily dodged the limb by going under. He quickly made it up the stairs and was about to head into the Museum but was stopped by a large guard who was standing in the front entrance of the building.
Red ran into the man and was knocked onto his butt while the guard remained unaffected by the collision. "I'm sorry sir but you will have to go back in the line to wait for your turn to see the new artifact that we just got," the guard explained to Red in a gruff voice.
Red looked up at the large, hunky man and saw a large banner hung above his head that said "Grand Opening of the mystical Ice Crystal today!"
Red quickly got onto his feet to confront the Museum Guard. "But you don't understand! There is this two people that will try to steal the Ice Crystal," he warned the man waving his arms around as a crazy maniac.
"Calm down, sir" the guard tried to calm down the anxious trainer. "No one is going to be stealing the crystal anytime soon. We have the best security in town so you have nothing to worry about the Ice Crystal," the man assured Red.
"But sir, you still don't understand-"Red tried to argue but was pushed away by the crowd who were waiting for their turn to enter the museum. "Well at least I tried," Red sighed.
But I can't give up Red determinedly thought. If I could only convinced someone who had a lot of authority in the city that the Ice Crystal was in danger… Wait, doesn't the Gym Leader has the responsibility to keep the city in order which gives him the same power as the mayor of a city. Red knew that the Gym Leader of this town was Brock and thought Brock might believe him.
He ran down the stairs and headed to the Gym which he knew exactly were it was.
Arriving at the Gym, Red walked to the glass doors that was the only entrance into the building. The automatic doors slid open to allow a group of young trainers that all had grim looks on their faces pass through. They walked pass Red without even taking a look at him and took the path that led to the Pokemon Center.
"Another challenger," groaned a voice from inside of the Gym. A tired looking Brock exited the Gym, stretching out his arms. "Looks like I'm goin- wait a minute? Haven't I already fought you and you defeated me?" Brock asked.
"Yes, it's me Red," Red answered Brock's question.
It looked like something click in Brock's head. "Oh yeah, you're the kid with the Charmander and managed to defeat me even at a huge disadvantage," Bock grinned as he remembered the battle. "Well, you already won the Gym Badge, so what brings you here? And try to make it quick since I have a bunch load more of trainers to battle."
Red raised an eyebrow in response. "More trainers? I just saw three leave the Gym," Red remarked. "Why are there a lot of trainers challenging the gym all of a sudden?" Red asked the rock-type Gym Leader.
"You haven't heard?" Brock replied in astonished to which Red answered with a shake of his head. "Well, the Pokemon Champion of Kanto League had just retired. The League then announced that the first person to defeat the Elite Four will become the new Pokemon Champion of the Kanto League."
"Oh that explains the increase of trainers challenging the Gym," Red noted, and in his head mentally cheered at the news. "But I came here for your help." Brock's faced turn from a relaxed one to a serious one. "It's this group of people that are going to try to steal the Ice Crystal that is in the Museum and the people who are going to try to steal are two very powerful trainers. I need your help to help get pass the guards and to fight off those thieves."
Brock's serious face made it hard for Red to know what he was thinking. Should I go with him? Is he telling the truth or is he just using me so he can just get into the Museum without going through the line? Brock debated in his head. He does seem as a trustworthy kid and… A group of people talking awoke Brock from his thoughts. He turned around and saw it was a new group of pokemon trainers. They were heading towards his way with pokeballs ready in their hands.
"Crap-Red lets hurry to the museum before those guys get there first," Brock quickly said already running towards the Museum in the City. Red wasn't ready so had sprint in order to keep with the Rock Gym Leader while wondering what made him change his mind so quickly.
The Gym Leader and young Pokemon Trainer both arrived at the footsteps of the Museum. The second time of Red skipping to the front didn't make the waiting line any friendlier as they were shouting at them.
Red and Brock walked up the stairs only to be stopped by the Guard again. The man in the blue uniform got up from his chair that was set up in the shade of the building and approached the two guys.
"Not you again," the man said in a harsh tone but then his eyes lay on Brock. "Oh Brock, what brings you here to the Museum?" the guard seem surprised by the Gym Leader's appearance. "I thought you had a whole bunch of trainers challenging you?"
"I still do but I had a more important issue to deal with here," Brock answered, looking towards the entrance of the Museum.
The guard gave Brock a perplex look. "I don't know why you have- Wait! Don't tell me that you believe that kid's ridiculous lie?" the man said pointing a rude finger at Red.
Brock returned with a stern look at the guard. "Yes, I do believe what this trainer told me is true. There is no reason for him to make up a lie-" Brock was cut off by a loud blast that came from the inside of the museum followed by the familiar screams of a mix of men and women.
Red and Brock hurried into the museum to see what was going on. The people were swarming around in confusion which made hard for Red to see what had caused all of this chaos. Looking from side to side there was only panicking people trying to find the exit.
"They're over there!" Brock shouted pointing towards the middle of room that was decorated with many banners similar to the one hanging outside. Red followed his direction and caught sight of the familiar white sweaters.
Weaving their way through the crowd, Brock and Red tried to make their way towards the middle of the Museum. They made it just as the brown hair guy ordered a small, pink pokemon standing on its hind legs with an extraordinary long tongue hanging from its mouth. Next to the pokemon were four museum guards that were on the floor shivering with their eyes clenched tight.
The pokemon's scrunched up tail twitched as it wrapped its long tongue around the thick glass case in front of its trainer. The case became covered in saliva that was produce from the tongue and stuck to the glass like super glue.
"Don't you guys move an inch!" Brock shouted at the two men, noticing them for the first time. Joey recognized Red's face and gave him a wide grin.
"Hey, Ice," Joey said getting his partner's attention. "It's our little friend and it seems as he brought the gym leader with this time." Ice simply raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't really care," Ice blankly said, slightly shaking his head. "Well, it won't take long to defeat them both so you just focus on telling your Lickitung what to do." Joey slightly frowned at his comment but just decided to do as he said.
"Red, you handle this guy while I deal with the one with the Lickitung," Brock ordered Red.
"Right, I got this," Red said, but in his head he was unsure due to having already battle this guy before and was easily overwhelm. No, it was because I was unprepared and this time I have someone to help me Red assured himself.
"I guess we are going to finish our battle," Ice remarked not cracking smile at his own witty remark. He took out his pokeball from his belt at the same time as the glass container from before was thrown above his head. Red and Brock both jumped out of the way of the incoming glass, and it shattered between them.
"Watch where you're throwing," Ice scolded his foolish companion, still keeping his calm demeanor even though he was almost crushed by the container.
"I'll try to be," was Joey's reply, trying to figure out how to go through the second layer of protection of his goal.
"Hurry up, Brock," Red told the Gym Leader who nodded and ran off to stop Joey from doing any more harm.
Ice didn't attempt to stop Brock from getting to his partner as he threw his pokeball in the air. Appearing in front him was a white, ghostly pokemon that floated in front. She did a small twirl and small flakes of ice fluttered from her dress that resembled a kimono and stopped to give Red an innocent look.
Definitely an Ice-Type pokemon Red thought, watching the ice fall to the floor and instantly melt on the carpet. But what Pokemon type is super effective against it? Red racked his brain for the answer. He clenched his teeth and then remembered what one of his teacher told.
Ice-Types will easily fall to Fire-Type moves just like ice easily melts to heat were the words that went through Red's head as he grabbed Charmeleon's pokeball. "Charmeleon, standby for battle," Red cried releasing Charmeleon.
Just looking at his opponent's trainer outfit, Charmeleon knew it was one of those strong trainers. He snarled at the ice pokemon as he remembered his past bitter defeat.
"So you have more pokemon than that pathetic Eevee," Ice remarked and cracked a smile this time. "But let's see if he is a good enough to keep up with my Froslass. Shadow Ball away my dear Froslass!"
Froslass cupped her hands and quickly formed a ball made of shadow matter. Right at the second the Shadow Ball was complete, Froslass launched it at the fire type.
"Charmeleon, dodge and strike back with Ember," Red hastily ordered. Charmeleon jumped to the side, avoiding the ghost attack, and fired his small fire attack. Being quick, the ice type pokemon easily dodged the weak fire ball.
"A Charmeleon that still uses Ember as his main attacking move? That shows how weak your pokemon really are," Ice said in a cocky tone. "Froslass, let's slow him down with an Icy Wind."
Froslass complied by opening her mouth to release a small gust of freezing wind at Charmeleon. The icy wind was slightly cold even though he was a Fire-type and made his movements more sluggish. Froslass smirked at her slower opponent and quickly took advantage of the situation by firing off another Shadow Ball at him.
"Break the attack with an Ember," Red shouted at his pokemon. The lizard pokemon spat his Ember attack at the incoming attack but the cold wind lessen the power of the attack making it useless against the Shadow Ball. Froslass's attack slammed into Charmeleon, sending him flying into a podium behind and nearly caused the exhibit above him to fall.
"Be more careful with your pokemon, Red," Brock shouted at Red, who was busy battling Joey's Lickitung with his own pokemon that looked like a Geodude only that it was whole lot bigger and had feet.
Red nodded and returned to his battle. "Charmeleon get back into the match and try to launch it another Ember attack."
Damn it, if only my I knew a more powerful fire attack I could have broken that Shadow Ball Charmeleon scowled. The cold winds died around him and he began to move again. He fired a few more fireballs at the ghost pokemon.
"Froslass just dodge them and corner him with your Ominous Wind," Ice ordered his pokemon. Froslass didn't need to be told to dodge the incoming attack as she twirl from side to side, gracefully dodging the fire.
-"And for my next move,"- Froslass began as she came to halt. -"A beautiful Ominous Wind will do it."- She did a quick twirl and another gust of wind fired from her body. The strong, purple cyclone trapped Charmeleon, battering at his body with ghostly energy.
The fire-type clenched his teeth as he tried to take the beating. I'm tired of being thrown around like a used PokeDoll Charmeleon gritted his teeth. With all his strength he fought the wind and roared out his anger. He faced his attacking foe and felt a growing flame inside of him that was itching to get out. Soon, the itch was unbearable and he had to release the power somehow. He opened his jaws to fire the fire attack, and it didn't come out as fireballs but as in a continuous stream of fire.
The hot flames broke through the Ominous Wind attack and also managed to land a strong blow on the ice type pokemon. With little time to prepared, Froslass took powerful attack head on and was knocked onto the floor.
Charmeleon closed his mouth, ceasing the flames, and puffed smoke from his nostrils. –"How is that for a weak attack?-" Charmeleon scoffed at his fallen foe. His smirk then turned into a frown when he saw Froslass slowly pick herself up from the floor.
She looked seriously hurt but her reaction to the attack was something he didn't expect. –"You bad-mannered ruffian! How could you ruin my beautiful body!" she screamed at Charmeleon while holding up her charred dress-like body to show him where he damaged it. The front part of her dress had a large nasty looking burn that was the result of Charmeleon's attack.
"Ha, looks like you're going to have face my Froslass in her pissed mode," Ice chuckled. "Even with your Charmeleon finally learning Flamethrower, my Froslass will still be hard to take down. Your move Froslass and lets step it up a notch to get this battle over with."
The angry ice-ghost type pokemon nodded and started her attack in an instant. She first created a bunch of copies of her self that were scattered around the room to confused Charmeleon.
"Charmeleon, don't get confused by the copies," Red shouted to his pokemon, who just rolled his eyes in response.
It's not like I can tell them from apart from the real one Charmeleon thought. Unless, I made them all disappear with my Flamethrower attack I will at least hit the real one. Charmeleon decided to try out one of his plans for once. He quickly fired some flames at the three Froslass in front of him. All three of the Froslasses vanished instantly when the flames hit them leaving Charmeleon open to attack.
Taking the opportunity, the remaining Froslasses all quickly charged up a Shadow Ball and simultaneously fired their attacks at Charmeleon. With many Shadow Balls being fired at him, Charmeleon didn't which one was the real one so he tried to dodge all of them.
Charmeleon hopped from side to side to dodge a few of the attacks but a few touched his body and turned out to be fake ones. Still the real Shadow Ball managed to hit Charmeleon and the strong attack knocked him onto the floor.
What is he doing? The confused Red thought. That was stupid move on his part…but I did manage to figure out where the real Froslass is at with the direction the real Shadow Ball came form.
"I know what you're trying to do Charmeleon but leave the thinking to me," Red told his pokemon, who was barely getting up. He acknowledged the comment with a bitter snarl and brushed of the blow. "Now, fire a Flamethrower towards your left and try to hit all the Froslasses!"
"-Humph, at least my move wasn't a total failure,-"Charmeleon grunted. He knew where to turn by judging the direction the previous ghost attack hit him. Glaring to his left, he released his newly learned technique at the three floating ghost pokemon. The fire swept across the room hitting the first ice-type and turnout to be a clone, but the second struck by the fire shrieked in pain.
Having hit his target, Charmeleon seized his attack but fell to his knees as fatigue took over his body. His was vulnerable to being attack but wasn't taken advantage off since Froslass collapse on the ground, taking her illusions with her.
Ice showed little emotion when he saw his pokemon fall and returned Froslass back into her pokeball. "I'm fairly impressed that you defeated my Froslass. Though, you did have the type advantage and Froslass in general has terrible defenses," Ice bluntly acknowledged Charmeleon's strength. He enlarged another pokeball as he continued to talk, "Your pokemon still needs to train in order to have better control over Flamethrower." Ice released his pokemon which just happen to be his Cloyster with its shell open to show its smirking head.
"Ice, I finally got the crystal," Joey told his partner waving his prize to him. Ice nodded in response and faced Red with his cold stare.
Red began to panic when he saw the jewel in Joey's hand and began to look around for Brock. He found him knelling next to his fallen rock pokemon and reaching into his pocket for a pokeball.
"I will like to keep this battle going," Ice began to speak to Red with his blue eyes that seem to be studying Red in a curious matter. "Since, I see you as an interesting opponent. If you keep on training, I believe you will make a formidable opponent for me in the future. You should think about joining the Kuraisora in the future." Ice paused before continuing."But I am off again," he said and snapped his fingers.
The shellfish pokemon in front him responded to the command and, to Red's awe, somehow jumped into the air and began to spin. The ice-pokemon began to fire a Blizzard attack while in the air. The cold air engulfed the Museum limiting Red's view of the area but that didn't stop him from looking around to search for his foes.
He squinted his eyes to try to look through the raging wind but only saw snow that got into his eyes. As he rubbed his to get rid of the frozen water, and he managed to get rid of it, the blizzard died down. He noted in his head that this blizzard lasted longer than the last, as he searched for the duo but knew that they were long gone. He did found Brock laying on the floor shivering in cold.
"Did…they…burr...escape?" Brock asked Red in his cold state. Red helped the Gym leader up to his feet and told him that they did. "I see…well I guess its my fault for letting them get to the crystal first."
"Don't take it on yourself," Red tried to cheer up the bummed Brock. "They only managed to get away because of their dirty tricks."
Brock slightly nodded. "But I should have taken your words more seriously. That guy was powerful since his Lickitung was hard to deal with, especially since it had the move Power Whip. An attack that hits all of my pokemon with super-effective damage."
"And my opponent was powerful as well but I managed to make it. By the way, how did Joey manage to get the crystal?" Red asked interested to how he managed to get the case open.
"Well, as that guy left his Lickitung to fight my Graveler, he gripped the sides of the glass container to pull it off. I think the saliva left by his Lickitung helped him somehow but he was still left with the second container to deal with. He had his Lickitung deal with it by lashing its tongue out to easily crush the glass after it defeated my Graveler," Brock said, sheepishly rubbing the back his neck when he mentioned his Graveler being defeated.
"I kind of wonder what those guys are going to do with the Ice Crystal that they stole?" Brock said with Red agreeing with his question.
Red saw a group of authorities enter the ravaged museum and instantly recognized the female as the one that arrested him the last time he was there. He turned his head to face the guards that were still on the floor with pained looks. I also wonder what they are planning to do with those Crystals that they stole? Red thought with an ill feeling in the pit of his stomach
