Shelby Cloyster:Hands over a cookie: Thanks for catching that. I've always spelled Lapras as Lampras in my head for some odd reason. And I failed to do a good spellchecking on the pokemon names, I've been too lazy to add them to the word processor I'm using
As for the quote you refer to, it's partially forecasting. But you're right, I kept it because it sounds really cool in my head. :P
:Grins: Too late about the story thing. But you know what? I know it's still developing, but it's looking good thus far.
Well, that's ironic, considering that this is a complete noob telling you that. What? I am a total noob! This is my first fanfic that I ever wrote... :D

ShadoWalker: Yays! Another reviewer!


Chapter Thirty-Three: Ghost tower
Chris almost grinned as they reached the town. They'd been walking to Lavender – it hadn't taken as long as the trip to Cerulean, but still took a bit of time. Teskara was partially to blame, but Chris didn't really blame her. She was still weak… and he honestly thought she still worried about Jake being after her.

He shrugged to himself, and walked into the town. Teskara was resting in her Grass Ball right now, so they'd made better time.


Sanja looked around. "Uh, Chris? Is it just me, or are the people here really rude?"

Chris snorted, but nodded. "Yup." People were glaring at them with something akin to hate, Chris being the prime focus.

Someone spat "Bastard trainer." Chris sighed, and closed his eyes. "The tower."

Sanja gave him a sideways look, but he just looked off into the mist. "Something's wrong with the tower. I'm sensing something."

Sanja sighed. At least her pokemon were at full strength, as were his. How he did that was beyond her… healing pokemon... but he also had a mission.

Chris led the way to the place.


Chris looked up at the tower once, then led the way inside. No one was around – small surprise.

Kani shuddered, and Chris turned to her, sighing. "You ok?"

(I hate ghost types.)

"I know. Can you deal with it?"

Kani shuddered again, but nodded. Chris grinned. "Sanja, if you don't want to come, don't. I just want to see what's wrong."

"Like I'm not going to come."


The medium paused. A psychic was entering the tower. No… two psychics.

Were they mad? The psychic arts were forbidden here, ghosts ruled. She smiled grimly, and made ready for battle.

Her Gastly hovered over her shoulder, and began to laugh.


Mathrara shuddered. "Um, am I going mad, or did I just hear a ghost laugh?"

Kani looked back, still walking besides Chris. "Oh, you heard a ghost alright."

Mathrara shuddered again. He might not have a right to be afraid of them like Kani was, especially since he had faint attack… but still… they creeped him out.

Not to mention they could out-prank him. It was unfair. THEY GOT TO do impossible stunts, like removing souls…


Sanja shuddered as well. "Damn it, why are we here again?"

"Because I keep on feeling some kind of trouble here."

The Bayleef that apparently had been saved by Chris said something, and he gave her a grin. "I'm sure. We'll deal with it."

Sanja rolled her eyes. She still wanted to understand pokemon, but Chris had always fallen silent when she asked about it.


Chris walked slowly into the tower. A mixed bag of women and men approached, constantly glancing around. Chris chuckled softly, and arched an eyebrow.

They must have noticed, because the whole group shouted, "PSYCHIC BASTARDS! OUT!"

Sanja tapped Chris on the shoulder. When he turned to her, she had a massive grin on her face. "You're starting to draw fans now, Mr. Famous."

Chris shook his head, un-amused. "Stop it, Sanja. It's not funny."

At her name, the whole group had looks of shock written on their faces, loosing the previous hate. As a whole, they stared at Sanja. "Sanja? SANJA!" She looked back at them, and then her look hardened into something Chris recognized easily – one step away from explosion of rage that threatened a lot of chaos if she exploded. She was a berserker-type psychic, her mind powers became intensely powerful when her emotions overflowed. Chris looked back at Anekiro, and Anekiro nodded carefully. (I'll stop her with a thunderwave if I have to.)

Chris stepped in front of Sanja, screening her from their looks and collective words. "Stop it. You can't stop us, you can only hinder us. What do you want?"

They gave him silent looks, a few of them of rage. The apparent leader said calmly "Psychic, this is not the end of this. We shall recover our destined one, and you WILL leave." She then turned, and stormed out.

Chris gave Sanja a look. "What was that about?"

Sanja looked down. "I'm… my parents were famous mediums. When I was born, everyone thought I'd become a medium as well. When I went off to the Psychic Academy…"

Chris sighed "I get the picture. So they'll pop up, and beg you to fulfill your destiny?"

Sanja gave him a weak smile. "Yea. They'll try to take you out, and then return me to the fold. Or maybe try to get you to abandon me because I'm a berserker."

Chris chuckled. "That rep is really going to haunt you."

"Just because I went berserk a few times, and it turned out that my powers become stronger with rage…"

"If I remember right, your Lunatone said you've gone crazy over 15 times, easy."

Sanja smiled, her look a warning. Chris just chuckled softly, and then nodded. "Fine, I'll stop. Kani, any idea of what I'm sensing?"

(Not much. It's got to be human-related. Strange…)


At the third story, the issue became clearer. A strange mist was flowing around. Chris peered at it in interest. Anekiro shook his head, and used his twisters to blow most the mist away. (I have a bad feeling about this stuff. It feels like a weak gas-poison.)

"Oh, crap."

"What?"

"The mist stuff is also a poison gas. Weak, according to Anekiro, but I don't like the idea of being poisoned."

Sanja nodded. "Got a gas mask?"

Chris sighed, and rubbed his temples for a moment. After a few moments, he had an idea. "Hey, can you generate a psychic bubble? Telepathy's my specialty, I don't have anything else besides that, the fact I'm a gifted one, and the healing touch trick."

Sanja shook her head. "No. That's not a part of my abilities. Maybe Kani could generate some kind of barrier?"

(Sure. I did it when you were in a coma, anyway.) Kani glowed, and her barrier appeared around the group. They walked onwards.


"Impressive. You use your pokemon's unique trick, and she also can filter the air for you to breathe. Of course, now that you've penetrated our base, you'll have to suffer…"

Chris looked into the darkness. It held no secrets, he could see the man in black standing nearby. This level was clear of the poison mist as well. "You're a rocket admin, aren't you? Why would you use the pokemon tower? There's nothing here but graves!"

The figure took a step back, as if he was shocked. Chris chuckled grimly. "The darkness hides no secrets, when you're a telepath."

The man stared off towards Chris's voice, then laughed. "Well done, well done! You could be of use to our organization, with abilities like that. Interested in becoming a Rocket and gaining more power than you can imagine?"

(Chris, don't trust him! He's a Rocket Admin!)

(I know, Sanja. I was the same brat that survived the Celadon Reserve explosion. No way I'm joining the Rockets. I'm just going to fuck with everything they try.)

(You'll end up dead if you try! Rocket's don't take lightly to interference! Messing with them when the attack you is one thing…)

Kani laughed "Espi… Espeon… Esp…" (We're not afraid. Chris has been to the lands of the dead, and I'm not afraid of death. The other two can leave whenever they wish. But Anekiro has a dragon's sense of loyalty, he'll die if he has to, to follow Rayquaza's orders.)

(You're sure?)

(Yea.) Chris's eyes began to glow dimly in the pitch-darkness. They outlined the faint form of a man, standing still, a red R on his chest.

He fell over slowly. Chris walked over to him, his eyes glowing brighter.

"Chris, what are you doing?"

"Raiding his mind for information. As much as I hate the idea, I've got to know what the Rockets are doing." Chris shuddered, and then the light from his eyes faded.


Sanja shuddered. He had enough telepathic abilities to forcefully raid someone's mind? She was lucky Kani was around. That kind of power meant he could easily modify anyone's perception of him… if he were perverted, he could basically sleep with any girl… and they'd happily throw themselves at him, once he modified their minds.

But he wasn't – he was a gifted one (though Sanja had no clue as to what THAT meant), and she knew that Kani had no reservations about her trainer – he put one foot out of line, and she'd wallop him.


Chris turned back to Sanja. "We're done here. I've got an idea what the Rockets are trying to do. They're after Mew, and Mewtwo. He's probably already been captured… but Mew at least can be warned. They're probably after the other legends too, but this idiot didn't know all their plans."

"How are you going to find MEW? Does it even exist?"

"Of course she exists, she was following us for awhile… Kani can just warn her."

(I'll do that now, once I psychically force all the other Rockets out of here. Chris, could you carry me? I'm going to send out a warning to ALL the legends that they should be careful.)

Chris nodded, and picked up the suddenly motionless Espeon.


The Rockets of the tower looked up from their security screens. They'd been ordered to withdraw to the seventh level of the tower, while their boss went to deal with the intruder.

"Damn. What did that guy do?"

"Oh, shit…" Several Rockets began to float into the air. Then all of them did so, and were telekinetically flown out of the tower… and out of the town altogether.