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Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Charmander, Eevee and I are sitting in the subway tunnels, waiting for Donatello. He said he had something to show us. Knowing him, this'll be good, I can tell. It's taking a while, but I'm being patient. My head is in Leonardo's lap, stroking my neck like a real cat. Our bond strengthened since the last time we saw Karai.
My Eevee is around level thirty something now. His moveset doesn't have moves that are extremely powerful. He knows Covet, Bite, Swift, and Quick Attack. To me, Copycat isn't a very useful move. These days, I've been getting bored when it came to catching Pokémon in Poké Balls. Soon enough, the next Fire type Pokémon I encounter won't be caught in a ball.
Think about it. They're trapped inside of their balls, just begging to come out. They're not moving around much. That's why Charmeleon and Eevee aren't kept in a Poke Ball. My dream is to create a legion of Fire type Pokémon. Not sure if I'll ever be a gym leader, but still.
My goals are beyond your understanding. And sometimes, beyond my understanding.
I yawned when I feel a sneeze coming on. Right before Donatello arrives with... A subway car? It had graffiti, bumpers that look like a pair of jaws, and the wheels are adjusted so they'd move along with the train tracks. I was too busy holding back a sneeze. I have a weird look on my face, my nose scrunched up, teeth bared, and tongue sticking out.
Donatello steps out of the subway car, leaning against the door with a grin. "So?" He asks us. I can't answer right now. I've been holding this face for a full minute. My god, I must look like the silliest thing ever. "You turned Leatherhead's old subway into this?" Leonardo asks.
"I think Marcel's got face freeze." Michelangelo said, giggling. Why you taunt me, turtle? I slide my tongue back into my mouth to sneeze like a cat. I sneeze pretty hard. I lick my nose as Leonardo pets me. "Bless you." He said. I rubbed his petting hand with a trilling noise.
"It doesn't even look recognizable anymore. I hope it's just as cool on the inside as it is on the outside." I said, a bit dazed after the tremendous sneeze I just sneezed. "Donatello, question. Have I ever told you how awesome you are?" I asked him.
"Yes, you have."
"Oh. Anyway, did you come up with a name for it?" Cyrus asks. Well, I'm leaving the naming to Michelangelo. I turn to him with a knowing look. He's got an idea. "Well, it's a translaxed, multi-armored, electromagnetic-"
"The Shellraiser," Michelangelo said, wiggling his fingers. I raise my paw, curl it into a fist, and bring it back down. "This guy, right here, he's..." I wander off a little ways. "That name is perfect!" I shout before reappearing.
"Of course it is. You always underestimate me... except for you." Michelangelo points at me, winking. I give him a thumbs up. He looks down, "Ooh, gum,' and bends down to eat it when I stop him. "Listen, buddy, I know you live in a sewer, but can you not eat off the floor, please."
The lot of us walk inside. Charmeleon whistles, impressed. "This is some beauty you got here."
Eevee tilts an ear, interested. I can tell Donatello's been working on this for quite some time. And I'll bet his hard work will pay off. He never ceases to amaze me. Or pretty much any of us for that matter. In fact, I'll be darned if he can make a thought translator collar for Eevee.
"I'm not gonna be the dog here, am I? Where do I sit?" I ask Donatello. "Wherever you want." He answers. In that case...
I pretend to be in thought. After a few seconds, I hop up behind Raphael and place my hands on his shoulders. "Figures," he said with a chuckle. "Hi." I said like I was high on catnip. Wait... I've never had catnip before.
"What are we waiting for, an invitation? Let's get this puppy going already!" Am I ever this energetic? "Just thrust the throttle ever so sli-" I'm jerked forward, making a mrrat noise in annoyance. "What's powering this thing?" I ask him. "The Kraang power cell we got from Leatherhead." Donatello explains. "Wait, you said it was dangerous, like the Kraang could track it, or something like that." I said. "I put it under a lead glass shield." Donatello adds.
"Okay, we're in for something." Charmeleon said, adjusting himself. "Couldn't have said it better myself." I respond. "Um, dead end!" I shouted, pointing to something ahead of us. And there was, indeed, a dead end. Charmeleon screams and hugs me and Eevee in fear. Wait... We didn't crash.
Oh my dog, we just transported outside. The wheels are now on the bottom. "I think I'm gonna die of excitement, Donatello, you've done it again!" I exclaim to said turtle. Eevee unburies himself and wags his tail, either happy that we're not dead, or just excited.
As we're driving down the street, Michelangelo and I are humming to ourselves. I'm humming my favorite rock song. "Does this thing have a radio?" I ask. "What good would this thing be without some tunes?" Donatello turns the radio on, and I hear classical music.
"Are you serious?" Raphael asks. I slowly fling my head back and make a noise that sounds like a mix of a howl and a groan. "Jeez, you hate classical music that much?" Leonardo asks with a light laugh. "Not really. I like listening to some of Beethoven, though." I tell him.
"Hey, Marcel, do you have a voice?" Donatello asks me. "Yes, I do." I said, proud of myself. "Let's see if your Charmeleon has one." Donatello presses another button, and rock music comes on. And it's my lucky day, because it's my favorite rock song!
All aboard! I hear on the radio before lively laughter. "Yes! Yes! I flipping love this song!" I shout, pumping my fists in the air.
If this thing had windows, Charmeleon would probably stick his head out.
Crazy! That's how it goes,
Millions of people living as foes,
Our types have kept us apart,
It's time for the Fire revolution to start,
No spats, no tiffs, no fighting,
When everyone's the same,
We're going off the rails on a crazy train!
Whether or not it was out of excitement, Leonardo steps on the gas, causing us to speed up. Michelangelo jumps on his seat as Leonardo laughs.
I've listened to preachers, I've listened to fools,
I've watched all the dropouts, who make their own rules,
One person conditioned to rule and control,
The media sells it and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming, driving me insane,
We're going off the rails on a crazy train!
We're going off the rails on a crazy train!
I can feel and hear the engine revving, causing us to tilt slightly. The others hold onto a string above as Leonardo does a donut in the street. This only gets Charmeleon even more riled up.
I know that things are going wrong for us,
You gotta listen to our words, yeah!
Leonardo turns left. I seriously doubt they've heard this song before, but after the music break, the boys sing the last verse.
We're going off the rails on a crazy train,
We're going off the rails on a crazy train!
Yeah!
Everyone cheers as Raphael climbs up on the roof. "Pull over!" I hear him shout. Leonardo does so as we see the Purple Dragons and... "Ugh! Kirā, he's back AGAIN!" I groan. Why is it always him with the Purple Dragons?
"I think you forgot to pay for that. But don't worry. I accept cash, check, or teeth."
"Oh, snap!" I said. "Is that so?" Kirā said. He laughs evilly. "There's four of us and one of you. Tell me how that will work out for you."
"Oh, you wanna call a couple of friends, make it even?" The guy jumps down from his spot.
"This guys got guts," Raphael said. "I agree with you. I like his banter lines." I said to him. Wait, I think I remember this guy. I haven't seen him in ages. What's his name? Timothy?
"It's time to face the wrath of... The Pulverizer!" He takes a stance. Okay, um... I'm not sure if this guy's actually a fighter. He's got the talk, but he doesn't really have the walk. And Kirā snarls, scaring both the Pulverizer. I watch, wincing as the Pulverizer gets beat up. Kirā is slowly approaching something in the shadows. Oh, no you don't!
Forget it, I run for Kirā and slam my body into him. I restrain him as the two of us have a fierce wrestling match against each other. I grab him by the tail with my mouth, slam him on the ground, and swing him so he crashes into the Purple Dragons.
The four hooligans are in a pile on the ground. "What the heck was that?" Fong asks. Kirā hisses at him. "It wasn't my fault, he-!" Kirā cuts himself off when he sees me growling at them. To my surprise, Kirā is cowering in genuine fear along with the Purple Dragons. I take long, striding steps forward before I stop to give off a loud lion roar.
Fong, Sid, and Tsoi scamper away before actually running. Kirā trips and turns to me. Why should I even bother. "Boo." Was all it took to get Kirā hitting the ground running. I think Kirā's starting to lose his "not scared of anything" reputation. There are times like these where I wish Pātonā was here. He'd be laughing his tail off.
But there is a Pokémon that needs help.
I hear a snorting sound. That didn't come from Charmeleon. "Hey, Marcel. There's something here you should see." Leonardo calls me. I turn and see the boys and the Pulverizer standing in front of the ominous shadow. Whatever it was, it was curled up, scared. "Huh. He reminds me of you." I said to Eevee. "Eh-buy." Is what he sounded like.
I slowly approach, whatever it was. I won't know what berry to take out unless I know what Pokémon I'm dealing with. "Come on out, big guy." I said gently. It makes some kind off deep purring noise as it slowly rises to its feet. "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."
It walks on all fours towards me. It is a large, bipedal turtle-like Pokémon. Its body is blue and is mostly hidden by its tough, brown shell. This shell has a cream-colored underside and a white ridge encircling its arms and separating the upper and lower halves. Two powerful water cannons reside at the top of its shell over its shoulders. These cannons can be extended or withdrawn. Its head has triangular ears that are black on the inside, small brown eyes, and a cream-colored lower jaw. Its arms are thick, and it has three claws on each hand. Its feet have three claws on the front and one on the back. Poking out of the bottom of its shell is a stubby tail.
It's head pops out of the shadows, letting himself in the light. Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing in front of one of the most famous, most iconic Water type Pokémon there's ever been.
There is a Blastoise standing RIGHT in front of me!
If I go completely nuts and try to pet it, it'll probably scamper back into the shadows. Now that I know what I'm dealing with, I have a choice of what Berry to give him. Either a Wacan Berry, or a Rindo Berry.
I'll try the Wacan Berry.
I hold out a yellow and green berry. The Blastoise sniffs it and takes it from my hand. He has a good soul. And he's handsome, too. Slowly, I raise my paw to pet it where he'd like it most; right about the base of the neck. It doesn't move. But it does purr. Or, at least, that's what it sounds like.
He nudges me with his nose. Oh, yeah, he's all over me. "Aww, he likes you!" Michelangelo said. "Yeah, I can see- D'oh!" The Blastoise licks my face. I give him a blank look, and he just wags his tail. Little stinker. Then I saw a water drop shaped tattoo on his left shoulder. Only Pokemon in an acapella group have a tattoo like this on their shoulders. Strange...
"Take care, big guy." I said to him, patting his shoulder. I hear a whistle. I have been summoned. I hop into the Shellraiser and Raphael closes the door. I flinch when I hear a thumping sound on the roof. Probably nothing.
"I didn't think you'd make friends with a Blastoise." Donatello said. "Me neither. And yet here we are." I said, proud of myself.
We came back to the subway tunnels when I hear a loud thump. Let me guess who that was.
That fanboy from a few minutes ago.
"You can survive with just one kidney, right?" He asks wearily. "Um, I believe so." I said to myself, still inside the Shellraiser. "Someone told me that most people with one kidney live healthy, normal lives with few problems. In other words, one healthy kidney can work as well as two. So the answer to that question is yes." I just remembered this.
"Great, first this doofus gets in the way of a good Purple Dragon stomping, and now he knows where our lair is?" Raphael asks irritability, crossing his arms.
"Oh, no problem. I blacked out most of the way here." Pulverizer said, holding up a finger. I walk out, shaking myself, and the Pulverizer screams at a deafeningly loud decibel level, causing me to roar and shake my head vigorously. "What the heck was that for?" I demand.
"I remember you! Can I have your autograph? I'm your biggest fan!" He said happily, smiling. "Or maybe a selfie? No wait, even better, a napkin!" Where did he get that from? "Look, buddy, I'm very flattered I have an admirer I didn't even know about."
Pulverizer peeks over my shoulder to see Charmeleon. "O. M. Gosh. Is that an Charmeleon?!" And here he goes again. "Look at this guy! Those muscles, those teeth, that flame on his-"
Charmeleon hisses, swatting Pulverizer's hand. Good thing, too. His hand was getting too close to the flame. "Okay! Moving on!" I said, getting in between the two. "How do you know who they are?" I ask him.
"Oh, I saw you months ago," Pulverizer explains. "You got hurt pretty bad. And your Charmander, er, Charmeleon, tried to save you, the little big buddy he is."
Oh, he's talking about when we fought the Stockman-Pod. Yeah, I remember. I was being a jerk back then. "But it was your Flare Blitz that caught my eye."
"Well, now that you mention it, when I mutated, it wasn't the hunting skills or my immortality that kept me going. It was my given Fire type. There's this internal flame that feels like some kind of life force."
"Really?"
"Yes. And I've created a team of Fire types to this very day. Charmeleon was my first one, then came Eevee, I'm hoping to evolve soon."
"Wow."
"Yeah. Wow."
I turn to Eevee, only to find that he wasn't there. "Where's Eevee?" I ask. I look around frantically, but he's nowhere to be seen or found. "No! Don't touch that!" I hear Donatello cry out. "Donatello found him." I said with a laugh.
Donatello walks over to me with Eevee in his hands, who's holding a small Kraang device in his mouth. "Your Eevee's being a pain." He said, laughing. I take Eevee and take the small device from his mouth. I tug on it, but he doesn't let go. Eevee growls a bit. "Let. Go." I'm trying not to laugh. He finally lets go. Why doesn't this guy have an Impish nature?
"Eves, you know you're not supposed to take a piece of Kraang technology, especially from Donatello's lab." Eevee's ears flatten, but I reassure him by petting him. He's so cute. Why is he so cute?!
"What's a Kraang?" Pulverizer asks in confusion.
"If we told you, we'd have to kill you." Raphael leans in. "You see, the Kraang are aliens from another dimen-" I cover his mouth to prevent him from going on any further. Pulverizer notices my Fire Stone necklace and hold it in his hands. "Whoa, who gave this to you?"
"Nunya biz! Look with your eyes, not your hands!" I gently slap his hand away. "Okay, I don't know what those Purple Ding-dongs want with Kraang technology. But there's only one other person who could make use of it."
"Baxter Stockman."
"Donatello."
This earns a look from Michelangelo. "Baxter Stockman."
I'm itching for a fight now, not sure why. "Okay, can we go?" I ask, taking a few steps toward the door. "Rambunctious, are we?" Leonardo asks teasingly. "I'm not in the mood for jokes, let's go!" I actually want to see Stockman again. I wonder what dumb contraption he made this time.
At last, we have arrived at the warehouse. Oh, great, the Purple Dragons are here. But no Kirā! Finally! "Okay, what could you have possibly made with those robotic parts this time." I ask sarcastically.
"You wanna see what I'm working on? Well, here he comes."
A snap of the fingers summons a large humanoid fish. It has red scales and a white underbelly. It has an underbite with a set of fangs, yellow eyes, something connected to the gills that makes him able to survive out of water. And just about the waist was a pair of robotic legs.
Oh, yeah, that's Xever after he mutated. I can't help but laugh a bit. He looks so silly. "Look! Sushi that delivers itself." Leonardo jokes. My laughter stops when a Feraligatr jumps next to him and roars, showing his sharp teeth. An an Arbok slithers out of nowhere, flickering his tongue at me. Good thing I taught Charmeleon how to use Thunder Punch.
Xever punches a tool drawer in the air, then jumps and kicks it towards us. I use my psychic powers to stop it in its tracks. "Dude, Fishface is a little sensitive." Michelangelo said. "Fishface?" I ask him. "It was either that or Robocarp."
"Uh, I prefer Robocarp." I said, right before Charmeleon gets attacked by Xever's Feraligatr.
Xever kicks Michelangelo into the wall behind us. I wince. But then Xever attacks me. I'm more than evenly matched. I manage to pin his legs to the wall. "So, Xever, buddy, can I ask you something? Got any other lines of defense other than the legs?" I ask the second question with an edge in my voice.
He answers my question by biting me with his fangs. I roar and slam my fists into the side of his head, and he lets go. I grip my shoulder. I'm a little lightheaded, but that's about it. I growl at him. "I should bite you myself!"
A purple blur tackles me. That stupid Arbok is slithering all over my body, and I can't even catch it. He wraps himself around my muscular arm, and his teeth turn purple. I think that's Poison Fang. It has a fifty percent chance of badly poisoning it's target. Which isn't good, unless your ability is Poison Heal.
If your Pokémon is poisoned, it'll take damage after every turn. But if it's badly poisoned, the damage taken from said poison worsens every turn. The last time I was bit by one, I was out for a week straight! But I'm not letting that scare me.
I raise my eyebrows. "Go ahead. Bite me." I'm practically risking my life right now, but what's important is that I survive. Which I will. "I dare you."
And bite me it did. In the exact same place Xever but me. And it hurt like hell. You guys ever heard the cry from a Kyogre? How screechy it sounds? Well, the pain in my shoulder from the last bite, combined with the bite I got just now, AND the fact that it was Poison Fang, which just doubles the pain, that's how loud I scream. Loud enough to wake up a Snorlax, if you will. And they're pretty heavy sleepers.
I'm close to crying at this point, it hurts so much. No. I can't back down. I gotta fight. But not with physical moves. Not even a minute passes, and I'm feeling even more lightheaded. I'm probably gonna pass out in a few seconds. Or at least collapse. I use this time I have now and use Extrasensory. The Arbok isn't "dead" yet, but I collapse, unable to take the immense pain in my shoulder, and the increasing amount of damage I'm taking from the poison.
I can feel Raphael pick me up in his arms, worried sick about me. I flinch and groan as I take even more poison damage. "You're gonna be okay, bud." He said, stroking the side of my face. I can see the Arbok slither towards us slowly. Raphael takes out one of his sai and points it at the Arbok. The last thing I see before blacking out is an enormous orange blur attacking it.
Charmeleon's POV
My master just got bit by an Arbok!
We all have to cover our ears when he screamed that Kyogre scream. Michelangelo contacted Donatello. "Hello?"
"Don! We need your help! Marcel's been bit by an Arbok!" I shout through the phone. "By an Arbok?"
"Yes!"
"Did it know Poison Fang?"
"Yes!"
"Is he poisoned?"
I take a look. Marcel collapses after he uses Extrasensory on the Arbok. I nodded. "Badly!" Michelangelo answered. "We need an antidote!"
"I'm on my way. Keep an eye on him."
Raphael's already watching him, but you know what they said, two is better than one. After a few minutes, he speaks again. "How's he holding up?"
"He's unconscious, but I think he's alive." Raphael said, and I swear I can see tears in his eyes. Is he that worried about him? "Come on, bud, don't die on me. Don't die on me! Please!"
I didn't even notice the Arbok slithering to us. Well, guess what? You know Marcel's Eevee? He just learned Take Down and knocked that snake out of the park! Very little recoil damage. The two fought fiercely, and I was watching in anticipation for who'd win. The little Eevee, or the poisonous Arbok?
The Shellraiser crashes in through the wall, almost running over the Feraligatr and the humanoid fish. Eevee and the Arbok stop their fighting. Donatello walks out and rushes to Marcel and Raphael, whose head is pressed against the others, and crying softly.
"Where did he get bit?" Donatello asks, a yellow spray bottle in his hand and a small bag of something over his shoulder. Raphael turns Marcel's body so Donatello could see the badly affected area. It was a dark gray color with visible bite marks. It looks really bad. "Okay, hold him still." Donatello sprays the antidote on Marcel's right shoulder. The mark was gone, but his unconsciousness remains.
"EEVUY!" Marcel's Eevee uses one last Take Down, and the Arbok runs, or slithers, away in fear. He then walks over to his unconscious Trainer. He sniffs him to see if he was okay, but when he doesn't move, he starts getting worried. He lightly pushes Marcel a bit. Then he reaches for Marcel's ear and tugs on it. Now he's close to crying, curling up in a ball next to him.
"Aww." Everyone but me said. Donatello pets him. "He's okay, little guy. He's just, um, sleeping." Eevee probably wouldn't know what unconscious meant.
Okay, the next few minutes this took was all up to me. Bottom line, the Kraang got away with the power cell, and the Pulverizer is gone for now. But we have to push the Shellraiser back to the lair. Little Eevee's trying to help. "You sure the parking brake isn't on?" Raphael asked. "For the hundredth time, yes!" Donatello shouts, and suddenly, the van is easier to push. "Uh, try it now."
I roar, annoyed. I hope we get back to the lair soon.
We place Marcel down in Donatello's lab. Eevee hops up next to Marcel, hoping he'll wake up any second. Like his prayer was answered, we hear a groan, and Marcel starts moving.
Marcel's POV
I'm awake at last. Oh, and my shoulder doesn't hurt anymore!
"Where am I? What happened?" I ask, a little dizzy. Donatello hands me a Pecha Berry. Like some kind of sick dog, I eat it from his hand, slowly. "You were bit by an Arbok and took a lot of poison damage. Your Eevee saved your life."
My eyes widen at the last part. "He did?"
"You should've seen him. He was like," Raphael started, then Charmeleon, watching himself, was charging at random things, like he was tackling something blind. "And that Arbok took off running!"
I turn to Eevee, who wags his tail. "Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't evolve into Umbreon." Donatello said. "And I didn't give him an Everstone." I respond. Eevee taps on the Fire Stone in my necklace. You know what, after the fearless act he did tonight, how can I say no? And who can say no to that adorable face?
I take the Fire Stone out of the necklace. "Eevee, you've proven to me that you have grown ever since I saved you from Kirā. And I gotta say, I can't be prouder of you. So it is with great pride that I-"
"Do you need to preach him a whole sermon? Evolve him already!" Raphael said, excited. I shake my head. "Go on." Eevee looks at the Fire Stone with awe. He looks up at me. I nod. Without any further hesitation, he touched the Fire Stone, and his evolution begins. Everyone watches in awe.
After about a minute, his evolution is over. Instead of the brown fur he used to have, he now has reddish-orange fur. It has long ears with black interiors, dark eyes, and a small black nose. There are three small toes and a yellow paw pad on each foot. Fluffy yellow fur forms a small tuft on its head, as well as its bushy tail and a mane around its chest and neck.
Flareon.
He takes a look at himself. I think he likes his new look. Out of complete excitement, he jumps into my arms and snuggles into me. Oh, he's just a big sweetheart! "Aww!" Everyone said as I return Flareon's hug. "You've earned it." I said to him.
"So, does this means he's a Fire type now?" Leonardo asked. "It does. And I think he learned Ember." Flareon sneezes a bit, and a small flame shoots out of his mouth and onto the floor. "Yup, he learned Ember."
"He gained a new ability, too." Donatello said. I nod. "Flash Fire. Increases the power of Fire type moves instead of taking damage. It's like Volt Absorb and Water Absorb. Except those two abilities restore HP."
So now I have a Flareon. Now I really am one step closer to my legion of Fire types. Once I evolve Charmeleon, I'd like to see what villains got on me now.
Sorry this took so long. I'm hoping that the next chapter doesn't take as long. My favorite part was writing "Crazy Train." XD
Marcel's Eevee evolved! On the next chapter, his Flareon will have a different moveset. And an important character will make a brief appearance. If I tell you any more, it'd spoil the surprise. So I hope the length of this chapter makes up for lost time and, uh, yeah.
Take care, stay safe, and I'll see you all on the next chapter! Again, thanks to all of you who have read this so far. Peace out!