BtP 2
Author's notes:
I'm alive. Yoo-hoo! I'm not done with this, just a very lazy person. (Sorry, but it's true.)
Also, sorry for taking so long to get this to you people who decided this was worth your time and read it.
*Ahem.* Anyway, still no reviews. Which I take as a sign that you readers think this is perfectly fine the way it is. (If you don't, and you aren't writing a review, sucks for you that I suck.)
I'm also going to start using some of the nicknames that I came up with that are SOOOOO creative. And figure out some way to change them without messing up the story. (Any new names are welcome. Especially to replace "Squirty". That just sounds like the name of a water gun brand.)
I probably should've warned there would be blood last chapter, so hopefully this makes up for it.
*Ahem* (Clears throat unnecessarily loud, and brings out megaphone from pocket) There will be blood in this chapter. I repeat, there WILL be BLOOD in THIS chapter. (Is this proper use of caps lock? Is this allowed? Or is it some dark, forbidden, long lost art of painting from the Industrial Revolution? Find out next time, on, "TV show where we make conspiracy theories that completely over-exaggerate the importance of stuff nobody cares about".)
By the way, as I mentioned last chapter, all POV will break loose. Well, the ones that are in this chapter, anyway. But, the best part is, this is in Squirty's flashback.
Disclaimer: Still working on how to take over the rights to the Pokémon series, but alas, to no avail.
Now then, "BACK TO ADVENTURE."
(If you get that reference, you, sir/ madam, are truly, fully, an exceptional, gamer nerd. But also awesome.)
Chapter 2: Prehistoric predation to present pals pt. 2
Squirty's POV
And it really, really, hurt. Well, until a certain fox came along.
Author's interruption:
Guess I should've ended last chapter with that, huh.
Resume.
Vully's POV
Naturally, I had to save my brother's butt from actually getting kicked. I was hiding in the bushes, and I used double team. I know trickery is more of a Zorua's thing, but I am great at haunted houses, and trickery. Maybe it's because I'm part fox. Anyway, I have quite a few tricks that I can pull off with double team. One of them being able to only have my doubles use a move. In this case, I sent up a flamethrower twenty feet away from me. This provided enough distraction for a Ninetails and a very boisterous Blastoise to sneak off to the fight with Tyrantrum.
But, my bro was still getting a whopping. I moved over behind the wall where Squirty was, and hit a pebble at Tyrogue. My brother apparently got my message, and then conveniently fell straight towards the bushes. I moved over to my spot, and waited. Squirty staggered to his feet and shuffled back, feigning fear pretty well. This was when I brushed my tail against his and let a very special curse flow into him. That took care of Tyrogue's moves, but Jirachi was the biggest problem.
"I'm gonna have to kill you now," Tyrogue yelled; it looked almost as if he was looking past Squirty and at me. Tyrogue used hi jump kick, his out stretched leg meeting my now ghost-normal type brother's body. "What the," Tyrogue said, wincing from the recoil.
I started slowly making my way over to Jirachi, who was still trying to figure out where I was, hidden power at the ready.
Squirty's POV:
I have no idea what my sister did to me, but I really likey. Probably made me a ghost-normal type. She thinks ahead that way. Other than the fact that it was angering Tyrogue, and I had no idea how long I'd be cursed. It wouldn't matter quite as much if I un-died, because than I would re-die. (Ba-dum-tss.) I was about to go for an oran berry I had in my shell when I remembered that my least favorite fighting type of the moment had crushed my back, which happens to be where I keep my berries.
Now, it was dark, and I thought a blue sphere. I was feeling hopeful at the thought of an oran berry. I wasn't hopeful for the stunning reality of walking into a wall. I found out I was seeing spots. Then an oran berry actually fell from the sky and into my outstretched, dazed, mouth. I instantly felt the healing effects take place. Now, I had a fighting chance at, well, fighting. The only problem, I wasn't expecting my sister to barbecue me, and I certainly didn't expect it to hurt so much.
Jirachi's POV:
The Vulpix helping her brother was sweet, but irritating, the Vulpix slapping me in the face with her tail, not so much. I wondered why she would do that. Vulpix can't curse, right?
"What was that for," I whined. "By the way, did you know it isn't Tyrantrum who controls us, but another Pokémon whose name I actually can't say while under her control?" I slapped my hands over my mouth. This Vulpix can curse with her tails. Interesting.
My line of thought was interrupted by the Vulpix's line of flamethrower. I used mirror coat, but instead of trying to cook a fire type, I sent the fire at Squirtle. Tyrogue knows this strategy, and got out of the way, using hi jump kick on an unsuspecting Vulpix. After all, if you can't beat 'em, hope your ally can. Things were starting to look up for us.
"Look out for her tails," I yelled at Tyrogue.
Tyrogue's POV:
Great timing, Jirachi. Now I can't exhale when I strike.
"A bit late," I said, pausing to punch at the Vulpix. How did she even know about the inhale-exhale patterns of hand-to-hand fighting? "Jirachi," I said, finishing my sentence. Gosh, this only happens when I'm out running… for a loooooong time. Or other scenarios in which I'm running out of breath. I tried to send her a mental letter. It got cut off when I punched at Vulpix.
Oh, I guess I should explain what a mental letter is. See, a mental letter is what we call a one-way telepathic message, just like mail, besides the whole mail having to actually physically travel to the receiver thing. We only do this to get the other's attention. Then we make it two-way.
"We should not have switched opponents," I thought sourly, making Jirachi cringe. We both realized it at the same time: Vulpix was carrying her team on her tiny shoulders. If we take her out, the Squirtle was easy pickings. I then gave Vulpix a nice dynamic punch to the face. It felt way too good.
Blaziken's POV:
I'd like to say that this was an easy battle, that I won in a few minutes, but the truth is, I was losing until backup arrived. The only thought that I had after the first few blows were traded was, "Not the face, not the face, not the face." Specifically the jaws, though, as a Tyrantrum's jaws are able to catch just about anything, to include my blaze kicks. After getting thrown around like a Magikarp wrestling a Machamp, I started aiming for the torso. A Tyrantrum looks weird when it crouches. My legs were met with a dragon tail when I aimed for the legs. This was going terribly for me. I probably would've bled out by now from leg wounds, but luckily enough, my blaze cauterized my kicks. (Which was really searing my flesh; how was dinner?)
I felt a light tickle, and then the urge to back off. Sadly, I ignore such impulses, even if I know they happen to be warnings of my teammates' stronger attacks. Trust me, ignorance is NOT bliss when it gets you thrown face first into a hydro cannon that sends you into a dragon tail that smacks into the stands. (Or a wall that then collapses on top of you) Batter up.
"Foul, strike one," I croaked weakly. I'm sure the umpire would agree. "You also don't re-pitch the ball, Blaine," I said to the Blastoise. Yes, I called the giant turtle high velocity water cannons on its back out for cheating in baseball. I get into a lot of bar fights, on a completely unrelated note.
"Maybe you should listen to your gut next time, bro," My sister said to me. I generally don't do that when my evil, conniving sister manipulates it. When we were younger, she had face planted into a fire stone, and evolved. I laughed for a long time about that. That same night, she almost did the one of the most vile acts of all. By cursing me with a certain impulse, she almost made me eat my VEGGIES. You don't do that to an eight year old child unless you're evil. (At least in my eight year old mind)
Yes, I know I should listen to my sister, and no, I will not. Partially because Tyrantrum is staggering from the hi jump kick I gave his lower jaw... And the other hi jump kick I gave his upper jaw on the way back down. I felt blood all over my knee, and it made me feel dizzy, not my own blood, but my nephew's.
Squirty's POV:
Another scratch off my bucket list: finally hit Uncle Kenny in the head. Sadly, it was only by Jirachi's energy ball that I did so. I also did pinball, and knocked out Tyrogue, and smashed into Tyrantrum's belly. I lay on my back for what felt like seconds. Jirachi then got smashed into the hole of my shell for my head by Vully's flamethrower. Far too close for my comfort. I saw Dad use hydro cannon on that Tyrantrum bastard.
I woke up to see Jirachi talking to Vully.
"You finally woke up, eh? Sorry for all that, and thanks for freeing us, Squirty," Jirachi said nervously, like something bad was going to happen any second now. "Well, until we meet again, I wish you good luck with finding a new shell."
After Jirachi left, I fainted. I woke up again to feelings of uninsulated warmth, which meant I had no shell.
"Still alive," Mom shouted, only for me to groan mournfully; this wasn't a dream. (I kind of changed the reference a bit.) "We're glad you're alive too, honey."
"What happened to my shell?" I asked, hoping this was my Mom's doing.
"Broken beyond repair, I'm afraid. Sorry, son," My dad said to me.
I just stayed on the ground for few minutes, contemplating the way that nothing good ever happened to me when my hopes were up. The floor felt weird, no, alien, to my soft, exposed skin.
*End Flashback*
Vully's POV:
My brother looked miserable without his shell. This wasn't quite his day, but something about Jirachi's parting words seemed strange to me: the wording was weird. I pushed that thought away as I watched Squirty fall back asleep, shifting his body quite a bit now that he didn't have a shell to curl into. The adults told me to watch over Squirt: (May as well call him by what he is.) They had to go to the market to get food and other good stuff.
When they were out of sight, I decided that Squirt would be better off with some fresh air. He decided to get all deep, literally, he woke up and went as far away from the sun as possible.
Squirty's POV:
Yay, the adults are gone. Oh, wait, Vully's still here. Commencing Operation: Fine I'll Play Along With Your Pranks, or FIPAWYP, for short. (It sounds better than it looks.) Vully started off with the illusion of a massive earthquake.
"Are you feeling tremors? Do you hear rocks falling outside?" Vully asked me, her voice getting shakier at the second question. "We need to get outside NOW," She yelled, giving the illusion of fear very effectively.
I played along and ran out of the cave, only to then see, it was real. A rock as big as me came hurtling at me.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Vully screamed.
On instinct I tucked into a shell I did not have, right on impact. The force untucked me, and I retucked myself, knowing a compact object is harder to damage than a spread out, thin object. I knew the impact would still fatally wound to the point where Vully couldn't curse me back to good health long enough for help to arrive before I died. Best case scenario, according to my optimistic self.
Somehow, I hardly felt the impact against the rock wall I was embedded in. I untucked myself to see Vully's eyes sparkle with amazement, something that always makes me feel happy. Even better, I felt heavier. Wait, that came out wrong. I felt a familiar weight on my back. But that was impossible.
Vully's POV:
But that was impossible. That was all that went through my mind as we ran from the landslide. Before then, that was all that I thought. One sentence just saved my brother's life. Ten words, just reversed a broken spirit. My brother couldn't see past the rock that became his new shell. A rock smashed my train of thought, though, as it hit me square in the face.
Then a pack of Eelektross jolted me back to reality. (Pun fully intended) There were four of them.
"You'd best just give up and pay up," One of the Eelektross said, voice rather gruff, "no need to get violent."
"We'll just be on our way, away from all the rocks falling down the mountain," I said, trying to avoid moving too far away where I couldn't curse them if need be.
"I think not: you can pay us or turn back. It's your choice, really," One of the scoundrels said, his voice clearly indicating that it wasn't our choice, really.
"We don't have anything to pay you with, though," My brother was being an arrogant fool, and he knew it. They decided to show him that negativity can really restrict your options. (And paralyze you when it's the charge of a couple hundred volts.) Now he was stuck out in the open where the rocks would crush anyone or thing.
"Squirt, get in your shell, and stay there," I warned him slowly.
"Well, I'm sure your parents would pay quite the sum of Pokè for their children, and another for their son's shell. Sadly for you, that's not what we were ordered to do, Squirty," The Eelektross were about to get hostile. "Surrender and we won't hurt you too badly." How reassuring.
We were outmatched, and about to get crushed. Well, Squirty could survive in his new shell. I couldn't, so I charged, tails blazing. It was a lot more melodramatic than I intended, but I like being dramatic, so I hoped those Eelektross knew morse code and quotes from Shakespeare's "Ronaldo and Julianna". Wait, that's not what it's called, is it? Whatever, this should be hilarious. Other than the fact that I myself don't know morse code.
Suddenly, I felt someone trying to telepathically communicate with me.
"Are you okay?" The voice called out, telepathically screaming at the top of the psychic's lungs. (Or should it be mind? Brain?)
"We could use some help," I thought. "Who are you?"
I heard a series of crashes, and a loud crunch, like the sound of a rock being smashed. Or a shell.
"Squirt, you okay," I called out, the only response a thunderbolt from the Eelektross jerks."Squirt," I cried desperately, losing hope faster than my idiotic brother loses a battle against Mom. (Which is very fast: the current record is 30.274 seconds)
Jirachi's POV:
"They need help," I said, hoping we wouldn't be too late. "Things are looking bleak for those two."
"Yes, but they're craftier than was expected," An unknown voice replied.
"Who's there?" Tyrone and I asked simultaneously.
"I feel offended, how could you possibly forget me?" The voice asked, betraying no emotion.
"You," I said, my voice more guttural than I thought possible, "what did you do?"
"Crushed a Squirtle in its own shell, had much more efficient goons finish off a Vulpix, destroyed their home; you know, the usual," the voice said, clearly stalling.
"Ignore her, Tyrone: we don't have time for these games," I said, trying not to scream. I was also trying to convince myself of that, too. I then teleported the two of us to the location of where I saw the fire, literally. It went about ten feet up in the air. Tyrone screamed something about how he was sorry for stealing the pancakes, or he would've, if I hadn't telepathically shut him up. We needed every tactical advantage we could get if we were to beat four Eelektross.
Ninetales's POV:
It wasn't too bad, right? I mean, a shell isn't much use when it also impales you and doesn't protect you, right? After that night, I hope I did my son a favor. I really do hope that my executive decision to curse Squirty so that his already broken shell would become dust was the right one. It was the only way for us to have any hope of stopping the bleeding. I knew I'd have to make it up somehow: if I didn't, Squirty would never forgive me, and run off to join a caravan that turns out to be Pokèmon trafficking ring, and then run away, live life on the streets, turn into a thief, get caught by the police, and spend the rest of his life in jail. On a completely unrelated note, Kenny says I'd be more likable if I didn't overreact to everything.
We went to the market to help my bro stock up on food and other supplies. It was the least we could do, since he agreed to take care of our children since we won't be able to for a while.
I was looking at the Lum berries, some of them looked like they would cause the same status conditions they were supposed to cure. There were a few things I knew my son would love. (Mostly because he always finds a way to turn any object into a weapon to be used on my daughter's tails.) But nothing he would he would truly appreciate. I knew the only object I could ever use to truly clear my conscience was a new shell, preferably on my son's back.
I felt tremors, and heard the sound of the earth itself splitting, then a roar only a Tyranitar was capable: the children were in extreme danger.
Tyrone's POV:
My first concern: about ten feet in of air in between me and the ground. My second concern: a Pokèmon that could fill said ten feet, with a few to spare. My third concern: the hyper beam from said Pokèmon. Luckily, Gina moved me out the way. The explosion I heard tells me Gina didn't warn the Pidgey.
"Gina, you go help the siblings; I got this," I said, trying to hold back the urge to let Gina handle this mountain eating behemoth, and the urge to curl up into a ball and cry until I woke up from this nightmare.
"No, Tyranitar are not Pokèmon to be trifled with foolhardily, Tyrone," Gina said, ever the voice of reason and patron of buzzkill.
"You two... Well, I'm sure the boss will give a sweet bonus for you two traitors," The Tyranitar said, sounding like he was choking on his words from how shocked he was.
He said this while preparing a giga impact. (We all impact the world in our own way.)
"I can take him: it's the big ones that don't understand how easy it is to have your advantages swiped away in one simple stroke," I said, and I was starting to get deep.
He charged, and I charged. Unlike what Gina expected, (Haters gonna hate.) Tyranitar was the one moaning on the ground. Low sweep for the win. Another plus was, Tyranitar used giga impact on the ground, and for those of you who don't know physics, it hurt, a lot. Sadly, we were on a mountain undergoing a HUGE landslide, worsened thanks to huge one.
"That hurt, a lot," He growled at me. (Called it) "But the pain I felt will be nothing compared to the pain the rocks will cause you."
"Tyrone, we need to find the siblings," Gina said, desperately trying to convince me to forget about my opponent.
"You help them, I'll make sure this one can't hurt the Pokèmon on the mountain. They should be nearby," I said.
I felt a dragon tail at that moment, and then I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rock slide was approaching, and fast. So, being the genius I am, instead of calling out to Gina to lift me up to safety, I used Tyranitar as a shield. I had to slide between his legs and under his tail, and I got a view that can't be unseen. It worked, but only barely. Tyranitar didn't approve. Or maybe he fell on me because the rocks pushed him over. After all, they were more like boulders. (Shouldn't it be called a boulder slide?) Why did Jirachi actually listen to me this time?
I was starting to black out and suffocate from the weight of Tyranitar. I was literally being crushed by the weight of the burden i had I managed what would almost certainly be my last word: "Help," I whimpered, my voice hoarse and far too quiet to be heard. It was then that I saw the light.
Gina's POV:
Hopefully Tyrone would be okay. He can handle himself. The Vulpix wasn't doing so, on the other hand, and the Squirtle was nowhere to be seen. At least the rocks had stopped falling down the mountain on this part. I sent a psybeam down to one of the Eelektross, and used psychic to intercept a thunderbolt. (Have you ever tried fried electric eel? I haven't.)
"You look like you could use some help," I told the Vulpix, strolling up next to her and starting a mental conversation. "Where's your brother?"
"Under those rocks, and my name's Vully," She said.
"I trust he's safe," I said, preparing my response to Vully's next questions.
"How do you know that? How did you know where we live? And most importantly, why would you dare float near us again, huh?" Vully asked me, hurling some mud from Squirty's water gun to intercept an electro ball by using her tails.
"My Arceus, Squirty did give us choice. I know he freed us, but his will is much stronger than she anticipated," I exclaimed the first sentence, murmured the last. "Your brother made me able to grant my own wishes."
"But it went both ways, didn't it," Vully said, her voice getting mournful, something that we couldn't afford.
"He'll be fine, just as long as we get rid of the rocks on top of him before he suffocates, that is. We just saw the direction you guys went in last night. We're just trying to help, I assure you," I said, realizing I could use some work on reassuring others.
"You two young ladies are coming with us, whether you like it or not, and the other two can stay where they are." The Eelektross knew who I was: well I really hoped they hadn't received the memo. "The only way you two will escape is over our dead bodies," one of them said, the others looking unsure about that last statement.
"Don't worry, it'll be quick," Vully said, charging a shadow ball and charging at them. Using a quick attack, the crafty Vulpix tagged all four with her tail, and fired at two of them. They fainted on the spot, I think. But then they rose back up, firing a bide that they had been charging up, hitting us both, and we were both done for.
Blastoise's POV:
The three of us split up, Kenny went to help an unconscious Tyranitar he saw on the dangerous side of the mountain, Thalia went to go check for other Pokèmon in need of assistance, and I went to what looked like the scene of a battle. Between my children and some electric types, specifically. None of our chosen paths would be safe, or easy. I just hoped that everything would turn out alright in the end.
Author's note:
Again, sorry for taking so long to get this to you guys, but I hope this won't happen again.
Sorry for the cliffhanger. Sorry for any typos, grammatical errors, or other mistakes I have made in the writing of this. If you could alert me to such things, don't hesitate. I really hate reading anything with the stuff listed above, and I assume you do too.
Suggestions for new names for the characters are welcome, but won't necessarily be used.
Just thought I'd let you know, but I am writing this impromptu, so expect plot holes or contadictions later on. I will try to avoid them, but I will inevitably fail at some point. If you find them, please alert to them, and I will write a way around it.
Please review, I really want to know how I'm doing with this so far.
Next chapter will finish the Prehistoric Predation to Present Pals chapters, I hope.
Why did I put two characters under rocks (type)? Whatever, if you have a problem with it, deal with it, (preferably by ranting about it to someone else), or don't, because you do not have special privileges to change this story. But no hard feelings, right, I wouldn't want to get off to a rocky start. (That pun was SO intended.)
Buh-Bye
