Just to mention beforehand:
This story will start out following the origional storyline (this chapter is written almost entirely according to that) but changes will take place and they will build up kind of fast as Ash changes as a trainer. Some 'episodes' from the anime will still happen in some way. Which ones will probably ones I like if I feel like it and at the beginning the pokémon will also be somewhat the same but it will change. For one thing, I don't think I'll have Misty tag along this time since she talks too much. Don't get me wrong, I think she is a fun character all around but only if Ash can actually argue back and I need him to build some confidence. Still not sure what I'll do with Brock. Well, enough of that and let's start again.
Everyone have fun!
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The voiceless pokémon trainer
Chapter 2
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Ash was breathing heavily. He had sneaked through a window to avoid the two grownups and ran the whole way home. His pokéballs, including the one that already contained a pokémon, and pokédex were pressed against his chest so tightly that one would think someone was going to steal them from him. Which someone may very well do seeing as Ash had done exactly that with at least some of the objects.
When he had reached his home he had immediately started packing. His room was a mess. In his hurry to finish before his mom got home Ash had pulled out almost everything he owned in his effort to decide what he had to bring at the very last minute. It was not as hard as it maybe should have been for a boy his age as Ash had fantasized about leaving to go on his pokémon jouney many times before. However it was still hard to guess what he was going to need. Still, he was done. Finally. After packing and unpacking three times straight Ash had finally decided he was done and ready to go. Just one thing left.
The boy looked at the letter in his hand, took another deep breath and placed it on the kitchen table together with about one third of his pocket money. In his letter he asked his mother to give the money to professor Oak to pay for the pokéballs he had taken. The rest of his money was safely hidden in his backpack. The dark haired boy frowned, wondering once more if he really had everything but then put the worries out of his mind. He could 'hopefully' call back later for things he missed and his mom could send them to him. He wasn't running away after all. He was just starting his pokémon journey! With that thought firmly in his head Ash opened the door and stepped outside.
He looked up at the sky, allowing the sun to shine fully on his face, and smiled with excitement. He was going! He was wearing his belt with his pokéballs, he had his backpack on his back and his pokédex in his pocket. He was a pokémon trainer and he was taking his first steps to become a pokemon master! Ash took a deep breath and then put his foot forward. He walked away from his house and down the street, in the opposite direction from professor Oaks lab. At the corner of the street he stopped an turned to look back one final time. Dark eyes taking in every last detail of his home. A somewhat sad look broke through the young excitement filled face of Ash Ketchum. Only for a moment. The street was empty. No one was seeing him off like Gary and no one was cheering for him because nobody believed he could do it. But...
His face hardened with determination. When he came back everyone would be there to greet him and congratulate him for sure. And nobody would be able to say that Ash couldn't be a trainer anymore! He nodded to the empty street and then raised his hand as if to wave goodbye and signed.
"Watch me..."
With that the young trainer turned his back to his home and walked around the corner, no longer looking back.
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Ash had been walking for several hours already and was now resting with his back against one of the trees on the side of the road to viridian city, his backpack next to him. The boy was busy studying a map. He was really happy he hadn't forgotten it since asking for directions was something he'd rather not have to deal with given the experience he had with it. People were usually far more interested in the fact that he couldn't talk then in answering his questions. And even that was if they answered him at all. Ash uttered a sight as he put the map away, having memorized most of the directions to the next city. Then he took out a pokéball and held it in front of his face. Staring at it as if doing so would somehow allow him to look inside.
Ash had realized one very important detail about this particular pokéball as he left his home town. In all the rushing and excitement he had completely forgotten to ask the professor what pokémon was inside! All the professor had told him was that there had been 'problems' with this pokémon which was why he hadn't given it to one of the other rooky trainers. So if Ash called said pokémon out, what would happen? Several visions of violent pokémon chasing him played through his head. What if it was a scizor? Or an onix? Ash shivered at the thought of what would happen if such a pokémon decided it didn't like him. It was really too bad he couldn't use the pokédex on a closed pokéball. The boy got to his feet and gulped, trying to prepare himself. This had to be one of the scariest things he had ever done. Ash threw the pokéball...
and immediately hid behind the tree. From there he watched as an intense yellow light came from his pokéball and struck the ground, taking shape.
"Pi ka chu!"
Ash blinked and barely remembered to catch the rebounding pokéball as he stepped away from the tree. He looked at 'his' pokémon with wide eyes. Said pokémon looked back at him with something close to boredom. It was yellow an about as big as a squirtle. It looked a bit like a mouse and had red cheeks and glinstering black eyes and above anything else...it was really cute!
Ash grinned. He had definitely gotten the best pokémon of them all! He hurried forward, reaching his pokémon and immediatly bowed down to pick it up. With a delighted expression on his face he hugged the little mouse against him. That turned out to be a bad idea.
"Pi-ka-CHUUUUUUUU!!!"
Electricity coursed through every cell of his body and if Ash had been capable of yelling in pain he most certainly would have. Luckily the attack didn't last very long and Ash landed on his butt with a gasp, immediately letting go of the little mouse that had now been identified as an electric type. The pokémon jumped a few feet away from him and looked at Ash with what could only be described as a smug expression. More then a bit stunned Ash stuck his hand in his pocket and took out his pokédex, that luckiely was water, heat and shock proof, pointing it.
"Pikachu, the electric mouse pokémon. It's usually shy but can sometimes have an electrifying personality."
The boys face broadcasted his thought to such an extent that he might as well have said them aloud. "Why didn't it say so earlier?" The electric pokémon, which had now gained the name Pikachu, took one look at his face and started giggling. Yes, this pokémon had no trouble at all expressing just how funny it thought his supposed trainer was, even if the only syllables it could express were those of its name. Ash gritted his teeth and took the pokéball, stiffly throwing it to call the little monster back. But it seemed said little monster had other ideas and bounced the ball back with its tail. Ash frowned and tried again, with the same result. Pikachu clearly didn't feel like disappearing into the ball like a proper pokémon just yet. So what next?
Ash was now wishing that he had packed rubber gloves or something that kept out electricity, something he had often seen professor Oak use while handling electric pokémon. If he had he would have at least been able to carry this Pikachu. Unfortunately Ash hadn't brought anything like that and like this he couldn't continue on since this pokémon probably wouldn't follow him. He wanted to tell this Pikachu that Ash was its trainer and that it should therefore listen to him. But he couldn't and he doubted that the little pokémon knew sign language. The notebook he always carried in his pocket in case he had to talk to people also didn't help much in a case like this since the idea that this pikachu could read somehow managed to be even less likely than it knowing sign language. Ash glared at his pokédex in frustration, this thing also wasn't much help in a case like this. Or was it? With a sudden bout of inspiration Ash kneeled in the grass, next to 'his' pokémon, and showed it the pokédex, pushing a couple of buttons.
"This pokédex belongs to pokémon trainer Ash Ketchum from Pallet town."
Relieved the professor had for some reason programmed into it that he was a trainer, Ash grinned at the pikachu with some difficulty as he was still hurting from pikachu's electricity and pointed first to himself, then to Pikachu and then to the pokéball. Hopefully making clear what he meant. The little yellow mouse looked at Ash as if the human boy had somehow run away from a mental institution with the straightjacket still on. This human was obviously crazy! But even so, it understood what the crazy boy tried to say and very deliberately Pikachu shook his head.
"Pika!"
And then it started washing itself, completely ignoring its so-called 'trainer'. That was a clear no. Ash slumped. He wanted to ask what was wrong. If the pikachu maybe didn't like him? Why it was acting like this? But the only way of catching the electric mouse's attention at this moment seemed to involve touching it and Ash didn't want to risk being electrecuted again just jet. Seeing no other way to make himself clear Ash turned once again to the "pokédex" for help.
"While being trained a pokémon usually stays inside it's pokéball."
Ash held up Pikachu's pokéball as if to say, "There, you see?" Pikachu, seemingly capable of understanding human language and machinery just fine, jumped and pushed another button on the pokédex.
"However, there are many exceptions. Some pokémon hate being confined."
A bit of understanding started to dawn and Ash's face brightened. Maybe that was what was wrong! See, he could figure this out! Ash nodded to the pikachu who was still watching him like you might watch someone who is dangerously insane, and very deliberately put the pokéball away. Then held up his empty hands with a smile as if to ask, "All right now?" The pikachu turned its head away, looking fairly insulted that Ash thought he would have it that easy.
"Pi!"
Ash sighted. And let himself fall to the ground again. He really felt clueless. Then the sound of rustling in the grass pulled his attention. "Prrgy!" A small bird pokémon moved into Ash and Pikachu's field of vision. It was a pigdgey! It was one of pokémon easiest to recognise for Ash but he pointed his pokédex nevertheless.
"Pidgey is a flying pokémon. Of all the flying pokémon it is the gentlest and easiest to capture. A perfect target for the beginning pokémon trainer to test his pokémons skills."
Perfect! It seemed like things were looking up! Ash looked at his pikachu and seeing he had his attention he pointed his fist at the pidgey as if telling him to attack it. This time the boy was absolutely sure that 'his' pokémon had understood what he meant. But pikachu just turned around...
"Chu. "
and promptly took off into the tree under which his 'trainer' had been sitting before. In no time it all it had climed onto branch, a fair distance out of Ash's reach, clearly pleased with its position. leaving the boy that had tried to command it stairing.
Now Ash might be the 'proud' owner of quite some patience for a boy his age. As he had lived for two years without his voice he had more or less been forced to build some immunity to the slowness of people who just wouldn't get what he was trying to tell them. But even he had his limits. He glared at the small yellow pokémon that was now yawning to the sky and started signing angrily, unconsciously treating the pokémon as he would Gary when he was picking on him again.
"Okay, I get the message! I don't want your help, or need it. I can get that thing all by myself!"
The pikachu seemed pretty amused at the finger wiggling that the crazy human was doing now but Ash no longer took notice of it and directed his attention to the Pidgey he had determined would be his target and took out a pokéball. It probably wouldn't work. But this pidgey looked weak. Ash figured he'd only know if he tried. He threw the pokéball.
It hit the pidgey dead on. The pokémon disappeared into the ball but the boy didn't relax. With clenched fists he waited to see what would happen. The pokéball fell to the ground and trembled wildly and then burst open again, releasing its captive.
"Prrgey!"
The bird pokémon walked away into the high grass. Ash sighted as he put his pokéball away. Well, at least he had tried. And who knows, maybe it would go better next time? He grabbed his pokédex 'again'. Maybe this thing would have some kind of tip for a situations like these. In the background, he could hear the pikachu had started laughing again.
'To capture a pokémon you 'usually' let your own pokémon battle with the other. '
Ash pouted at the 'piece of advanced machinery'. He knew that already! But he had to do it all by himself! He send a sideward glare to the pikachu that seemed find great delight in his struggles. His bag was still beneath that tree as well. Wait a minute? The boy hurried back to the tree and picked up his bag feeling through it till he found a decently large t-shirt. He threw the bag back to the tree and once again directed his attention to the pidgey and carefully moved towards it. It hadn't gone very far just yet. Just three more steps and he's be close enough. Just two... one... The pidgey looked up and Ash froze in his tracks, their eyes meeting. Low level pokémon and rooky trainer observed each other for several seconds. The Pidgey completely calm and Ash trying to deny with his eyes that he was even there. Then he dived.
For about 5 seconds the boy thought he had done it. The pidgey was fighting of course, it was damn hard to hold down and only just fit under the T-shirt but Ash thought that If he kept this up he'd be able to wear it down. And then an enormous outward force pushed him into the air.
The winds threw the boy to the ground several meters back. Ash landed heavily and winced, this was going to leave bruises. What the hell happened just now?
Pidgey's gust power creates tornados. It also has a sand-attack.
The pokedex informed him from his pocket. Ash only barely had the time to look up at the pidgey in horror as it flew off, leaving a wave of sand in its wake which covered the young trainer. Ash coughed, trying to get the sand out of his mouth. This really wasn't his day. Even worse, pidgey was supposed to be only a beginner pokémon. Behind him pikachu's snickering got slightly louder. The boy looked back angrily but paused at the unnatural movements his backpack was making. He ran back in a hurry an a small purple pokémon shot out of his bag and ran away. The boy pointed his pokédex.
A forest pokémon, Ratata. It likes cheese, fruits, nuts and berries.
Ash glared at his surroundings. And this wasn't even a forest! While it was true there were some trees this place was definitly an open field. He was about the shove the faulty device into his pocket when it felt the need to ad something.
It also comes out into open fields to steal food from 'stupid' travelers…Okay, maybe it wasn't quite as faulty as it seemed but it certainly had a smart mouth, Ash stuffed it in his pocket angrily. He wasn't stupid! A glance upwards revealed that the pikachu was laughing so hard by now that it almost fell from it's branch. And as if to mock the young wannabe trainer, at about 10 meters from him another three pidgey's appeared. That was it! Enough! Ash bowed down, grabbed a rock from the ground and hurled it at the pidgey with all of his strength. It didn't hit anything but id did chase the bird pokémon away and it calmed the boy down somewhat. Though certainly not completely so when he saw the shadow of another bird pokémon in the grass he decided to try again. The boy picked up a rock, aimed it carefully, and trew it. This time it actually hit, right on the head at that and Ash took a moment to celebrate his first 'little' succes of the day. Maybe if he did it another few times he would do enough damage to catch it? And then the pokémon turned around.
It clearly wasn't a pidgey. Its head was brown, its body mostly black with red wings and it's beak was bigger and looked a lot more dangerous then the beak of a pidgey. Also the aggressive look in its angry eyes didn't leave a doubt about its appreciation for the rock that had left a bumb on his head. Ash however ignored the warning signs and looked at the pokémon with interest, taking his pokédex back out.
Unlike the pidgey, the spearow has a terrible additude. It is very wild and will sometimes attack other pokémon and humans.
"Oh ow." Resounded in every corner of the boy's mind, panic was building fast. He turned around as fast as he could and started running back to the tree. The spearow meanwhile took to the air and turned to Ash to attack. It dove at him with a wild hostility and Ash made a dive for his bag the sharp beak only missing him by an inch. He quickly got up again, just in time to meet the next attack. The ten-year-old swung his backpack wildly at the aggressive bird as it came in for another attack again and again. He managed, more because of luck then skill, not to be hit by the angry creature. The spearow dove at him again and Ash this time hid behind the tree in which Pikachu was watching it all with great interest.
The boy paid careful attention as the spearow rose from his dive and turned around. If he payed attention to the flightpath he would probably be able use the tree as a shield again. But the spearow didn't aim at him this time, it was aiming somewhere above him. For a moment Ash was relieved. Maybe it had finally lost interest? But a cry from above him chased away the feeling. Ash stepped away from the tree to get a good view. His heart beating loudly in his chest. His pikachu was still on the same branch but it was now rapidly being attacked by the spearow. Why? It hadn't thrown the rock!
"Wild pokémon tent to see human trained pokémon as enemies."
The pokédex had a nice tendency to answer questions without Ash having to ask them but in this case the answer was not something he wanted to hear. Ash wanted to scream at the bird, tell it to leave his pokémon alone. But he couldn't. Never before had his dumbness rendered him this helpless. Ash started jumping up and down, he waved his arms wildly, trying his utmost best get the spearow to pay attention to him.
It didn't even spare him a glance. It just continued its attacks without pause. Pikachu looked scared, and even Ash his inexperienced eyes could see it was only barely managing to dodge the attacks. He had to do something! The dumb boy took his whistle, his faithful last resolve, took a deep breath and blew it as hard as he could.
The sound was very loud and shrill, a pain to anyone who heard it and its harshness caused the two pokémon to stop what they were doing. Pikachu covered its ears wit its paws as fast and glared down to the human that was the source of that terrible sound. And this was the first sound it had made all day! The spearow had also broken of its attack and its angry eyes were once again directed to the dark haired boy on the ground. Ash blew until he had no air left and then, seeing he had the spearows attention he started waving his arms wildly once again. The spearow seemed to be focussed on him now as it dove at him once again. But then it changed its direction.
Ash's brown eyes grew wide as he took in the scene and saw what would happen. Pikachu was still distracted and the rookie trainer had no way to warn it. No way at all. All he could do was watch as the spearow attacked his unsuspecting pokémon.
The spearows attack almost struck but at the last possible moment pikachu noticed. It tried to dodge and it almost succeded but not entirely. The attack glanced him and Pikachu was almost trown from the branch. It barely managed to hang on and was left dangeling from the branche with no way left to dodge the next attack. The spearow attacked. As did its prey.
Pi.. ka.. CHUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
The spearow uttered a horrible screech as it was electrocuted and then fell to the ground, looking a great deal worse for wear. Ash looked at it in surprise. Wow. In the heat of the moment he had completely forgotten the weakness bird pokemons had to electricity. His pikachu was awesome! Said pikachu had come out of the tree by now and it moved next to Ash to look at the spearow. Both of them releaved that the danger was over. But then the spearow screeched.
A big tree on the other side of the field moved and a huge amount of angrily screeching pokémon took to the sky. And they all were flying straight at Ash and Pikachu.
Ash looked at pikachu, pikachu looked at Ash. As one they turned around and ran. Ash didn't think he had ever ran as fast in his life. His feet flew beneath him and the fields and the trees seemed like nothing but a big blur as he sprinted through them. Pikachu just behind him. The little mouse turned out to be surprisingly fast with those short legs. Still, wings would always be faster than legs and the sharp cries of the spearow were gaining on them fast. Also, Ash wasn't used to running this fast for a long time and his legs were starting to hurt. The boy was really scared now, his deep brown eyes were wide with fear and his breath was starting to get labored. Even so, he made sure to keep an eye on his pokémon. He had been unable to help Pikachu earlier, but he was still the trainer and this time...
No matter what, I'll save you...
But no sooner had this silent vow been made or Pikachu ran ahead of him even faster than before. Ash tried to up his pace to match Pikachu's but he simply couldn't go any faster. Then something hit him on the head, hard. The spearow had caught up. In no time at all the flock had surrounded the young boy, trying to peck him and flapping their wings at him but Ash didn't stop running. Still trying to find a way out. Most of the spearow didn't pay attention to him and flew ahead. At Pikachu. The small pokémon was still running ahead but more than one spearow was attacking it now and the damage was building up fast. The rooky trainer was in quite a predicament, being attacked from all directions but he still saw Pikachu collapse. The boy let out a soundless scream, forcing himself forward and he wildly started pushing away the spearow, most of which had started to gather around the small yellow body. Ash was no longer paying attention to the beaks and claws that tore into his skin and the pain they caused him. His only focus was Pikachu, lying on the ground underneath a mountain of spearow. It was almost as if they were trying to tear the smaller one apart. Ash struggled through them, fear and adrenaline spurring him on, and finally managed to reach Pikachu, kneeling down between the spearow to take it in his arms. Then he got up and immediately started running again.
The boy actually managed to build up somewhat of a lead as the spearow were surprised by the sudden disappearance of their prey. But their confusion was a short one and soon Ash could hear them closing in on him again. He was really tired now but he still refused to give up, Pikachu was depending on him! If he could just go a bit further... He forced his way through a couple of trees and bushes as fast as he could with a slight idea of losing his pursuers through the greenery, only to find himself at the edge of a cliff, right next to a waterfall.
A dead end. Trapped with a waterfall ahead and the sharp beaks of the spearow behind him. It seemed hopeless. Ash looked down at the small pokémon in his arms. Pikachu was covered in wounds and it was scarily unresponsive in comparison to the willful creature that had come out of his pokéball. It was clear that it needed a doctor as soon as possible. Ash came to a decision. He pulled his hat backwards on his head, hugged Pikachu securely against his chest, and took a deep breath. Then he stepped to the edge and jumped.
He hit the water hard but luckily it was deep enough for him not to hit the bottom. If it hadn't been that would have been the end of one very short pokémon journey. The water wasn't too cold since it was almost summer but the current was strong and his clothes and backpack didn't help matters, they pulled at his body and made it very hard to move. Also, his hands were occupied so he had to swim with just his legs. Letting go of Pikachu wasn't an option. Ash fought to reach the surface barely paying attention to the gigantic magicarp that swam by. He could hold his breath for a fairly long time but Pikachu needed air! Then the gigantic face of a gyrados came into view and Ash gasped in shock, letting go of his air. He struggled frantically against the current, trying to get out of the way of the aggressive looking pokémon and to the surface of the river at the same time. He fought the urge to take a breath. If he took a lung full of water Ash knew everything would be over, he'd drown. But the current was so strong and he was starting to feel lightheaded...
A redheaded girl about 12 years of age was sitting on a ledge at the side of the river close to Pallet town, waiting for the water-pokémon to bite. She had been here for some time but up until this point she had only caught magicarp which were pretty much useless in a pokémon battle. Even if one evolved, gyrados was about the only water-pokémon she didn't like. She had just started to wonder if maybe this just wasn't a good fishing spot when suddenly something pulled at the rod so hard that it almost flew out of her hands. The girl was focused in an instant, she grinned as she stabilized her rod.
"I've got a bite! Oh wow, I really think this could be a big one!"
With the skill of an experienced fisher she started to reel. Whatever it was sure was persistent but with one final pull it flew out of the water and onto the shore. Her first reaction to her 'catch of the day' was disappointment.
"Nah, it's just a kid..."
The boy that was now lying on the side of the river was coughing violently, expelling some water from his mouth. And then he started to take deep gulps of air. The kid was scrawny and completely drenched, as could be expected from someone who had just been fished out of the river. He tried to keep himself up with one arm as he coughed up the last bits of water, the other was around a small yellow pokémon.
"Are you okay?"
Ash looked up at the redheaded girl that had come down from her ledge when she noticed what he carried in his arms. He nodded shakily. At that the girl anger made its way onto the girls face.
"Not you! Look what you've done to that poor little thing! Is it breathing?"
Ash immediately forgot about the girl. How was Pikachu? They had been in the river for a long time. He sat up and put his hand on the small pokemons chest. He let out a sigh of relief. Pikachu was still breathing. Even so, he wasn't in good shape. Now what should he do? A shrill voice interupted his worried.
"Well don't just sit there it needs a doctor right away! There is a medical center not too far from here, you've got to get moving now!"
The pokémon centre. Of course! Ash scrambled to his feet in a hurry. How could he have forgotten about that? The professor had mentioned them more than once. There probably was one in Viridian city. But... The boy froze. He had studied the map earlier so he thought he knew what way he had to go. But what if he was wrong? He had gotten pretty disoriented because of the river and if he got lost what would happen to Pikachu? His backpack was drenched so his map was probably ruined, the same went for the notebook he used to talk to people. He looked at the girl that was looking irritated with him. Just one thing to try, maybe he would get lucky. Ash pointed into the direction that he suspected was where Viridian city was. The girl looked even angrier than before.
"Yeah, that is where you should go. Right now! Are you trying to get your pokémon killed? Get going already!"
She looked like she was about ready to blow up but Ash was so relieved he could barely keep himself from hugging her. Instead, he bowed shortly, seeing no other way to thank her without losing time. Then he turned around ready to run the whole way. A loud screeching stopped him. Brown eyes widen, he thought he had lost them! A glance backwards confirms what he already knew the moment the sound reached his ears. The spearow are back and Ash isn't really ready to bet on the far too small chance that they maybe didn't notice him. He ran at the road and grabbed the bike that was parked there. Luckily it had a basked at the front and Ash carefully placed Pikachu in it.
"Hey, what are you doing with my bike?!"
The girl again, but Ash ignored her. He just jumped on the bike and stood on the pedals, driving away as fast as he could. The girls angry screams soon disappeared in the background. She probably thought he was a thief by now but right now the boy couldn't care less. All that was important was getting away. He passed through a small patch of forest that opened up to another open field. The ground was rough and bumpy and above him the sky had darkened and the first sounds of thunder could be heard. There was a storm coming and it would be here soon.
His teeth were clenched and his eyes were wild and locked firmly on the road in front of them. They would make it, he'd make sure of it! Pikachu made a little noise and Ash wished he could reassure him but he couldn't let go of the steering handles even with one hand, the ground was too rough. He was almost at the other side of the field when something pulled his hair, the spearow had reached them again. They were flying alongside of him now, pecking him. The sharp pain caused Ash to shut his eyes, only for a moment and a moment was all it took. He didn't see the ledge in front and the bike flew right over it.
There was a moment of weightlessness, the bike bounced once onto theground that must have been at least three meters lower than their earlier location. The shock threw both Ash and Pikachu from the bike. Ash lay still in the mud for several seconds, stunned by the fall. His entire body hurt and his eyes were clenched shut. Just as he managed to open them lighting struck across the sky, lighting up the scene. Pikachu lay a few meters ahead of him on his side, staring blankly at him and with the lighting provided by the lighting is seemed like it was already dead. The boy forced himself onto his knees and crawled towards his pokémon, kneeling next to him and softly placed a hand on the small yellow body.
"Chu..."
It was barely more than a whisper. But the slight sharpening of the dull eyes told Ash that Pikachu was still conscious. Another lightning bolt split through the sky and the spearow had almost reached their prey. A few meters away lay the bike, the back wheel completely bend, it could no longer be used to escape anything with. The boy looked at Pikachu in despair. What was left? At least... At the very least he would protect Pikachu, even if it was the last thing he did. He took out Pikachu's pokéball and enlarged it in his hand. This was the only way. But since Pikachu hated this thing he couldn't just call him into it. Somehow along the way that had stopped being an option. Pikachu was now staring up at him silently.
The battered boy put down the pokéball next to the small wounded form of his first pokémon and then pointed behind them, at the rapidly approaching spearow. After that he turned back, looking Pikachu straight in the eyes, pointed at the ball and mouthed a single word.
"Hide."
He clenched his eyes shut, a tear slowly making its way across his dirty cheek. He wished he could say more. That he could somehow make this small pokémon understand he would protect him. That the ball was a safe place for now. But beyond anything, he wished he had been able to talk so he might have gotten to know Pikachu better, and maybe Pikachu would have known him. He wished he they just knew more about each other at this moment. He just hoped it would have understood that one word he had tried to say.
Ash hoisted himself to his feet and turned around. Now facing the spearow that were rapidly approaching. He opened his eyes to reveal nothing but an iron determination as they glared at the screeching swarm of bird-pokémon that was getting ready to attack. The boy spread out his arms wide. He wouldn't let a single spearow trough! In his heart he issued a challenge, his first as a pokémon trainer.
"Spearow, do you know who I am? My name is Ash, from the town of Pallet! I am destined to be the world's number one pokémon master! I can't be defeated by the likes of you! I am going to capture and defeat you all! So I challenge you!"
Behind him Pikachu had slightly pushed himself up. Looking from the pokéball to the figure of the fragile boy in front of him. The boy was black and blue, completely drenched, covered with mud and bleeding from several surface wounds and all in all utterly defenseless. Still, his back was straight and his arms were spread as if he was a wall. This child would take anything that would come at him and his pokémon onto himself. The gigantic swarm of spearow was now at attacking distance and all of them started their dive at the same time, pointing their sharp beaks towards ash. The boy stood his ground, spreading his arms even wider than before.
"Come and get me!"
And Pikachu moved. The only warning Ash got was the small pull on his clothes as the small pokémon climbed him and he didn't even get time to be surprised as it used his shoulder to jumped straight at the spearow. That is when the lightning hit.
Lightning can almost be called alive in the way it crawls the sky, searching for the spot with the voltage that stands out the most to strike down upon. In this case that place was a small pikachu in mid-jump.
"PI-KA-CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!"
An enormous electric attack shook the earth. It was uncontrollable and struck out in all directions, lighting up the countryside till miles away and a young trainer couldn't even scream as its power blew him away. Darkness took over...
- TBC-
If you have any hints or ideas please tell me! This story is turning out way harder to write than I thought, especially with the lack of dialogue. Especially this chapter was a pain to write since I wanted it to fit with the first episode... (I like that episode so sue me) Not that I'm gonna quit. It may be hard but I still really like this story, I've got more than enough ideas to last me at least another 30 chapters and I'll probably only get more.
I'm still thinking of good ways to have Ash communicate with his pokémon during battle. I have some ideas but I'm not quite satisfied with them yet. Just to mention, sign language is definitely out since you can't expect the pokémon to keep looking at the trainer during a battle.
Anyways, please review! Even if it is just to tell me how my writing sucks. If you can tell me why it sucks it might help me not to suck as much next time! :D (you know how hope springs eternal).
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