Part 3! Here we have the first part of the Alec v. Magnus battle! Sorry for being almost 2 days late with the update - I got really busy over the weekend and just now found time to edit and update. But at least I updated!
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Unpleasant Meetings
When Alec's Eevee runs off, he doesn't expect it to cause him to meet one of the most handsome men he's ever seen. If only something could be done about that personality. Pre-Malec
Chapter 3: Perish the Battle
Forty-five minutes later, Isabelle, Jace, and Clary were leading Alec through the warp panels that led to the final arena in the Psychic Gym. There, Magnus would be waiting for Alec so they could face each other in their battle. Banette was chittering loudly in his ear as they all came to a stop before the final warp panel.
"Last one," Jace announced as they paused. "So, before we go any further, are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Alec told him. "I don't understand why we had to go through all those warp panels though; if there's so many of them, why couldn't there just be one to go straight to the end?"
"Well, you are getting a badge out of this if you win," Isabelle pointed out. "Just be glad you didn't have to battle all the other Psychic trainers that normally hang around the Gym. Not that you or any of your ghost-types would have had a problem with them. Probably wouldn't have even broken a sweat." Isabelle tacked on at the end, dismissively waving her hand.
"Speaking of ghost-types," Clary chimed in, "Are you planning on using Banette against Magnus?"
"Not this time," Alec responded, resulting in a disappointed huff from the Pokémon on his shoulder. "Actually," He added, extracting Banette from her perch, holding her out to Clary. "Would you mind watching her? I know Gym regulations state you can't have Pokémon not participating in the battle outside of their Pokéball in the arena, but there's no way she's going to stay put if I put her in hers."
It was a peace offering; Alec and Clary hadn't gotten along at first when she and Jace started dating. They got along a lot better now, but they were still patching up their friendship. Alec asking Clary to watch Banette was a big step. Banette was pretty much his best friend next to Jace, and Alec cared about her well-being a bit more than his own from time to time. (It was part of the reason why he put up with Banette's Insomnia ability, to be quite honest.)
Clary stared a bit blankly at Banette, until Jace not so subtly elbowed her in the ribs. It was a shock that brought her back, and she took Banette from Alec's hold. Banette gave a laugh; ghost pokemon could sense fear, and Banette probably felt it rolling off of Clary. Ghost Pokémon were a little unnerving at first, Alec knew from experience.
"You're not using Banette?" Isabelle seemed shocked. Alec always used Banette. "Who are you using then? Umbreon?"
"You'll see," Alec responded vaguely. "Are we ready to go up, or are we going to stand around some more?"
There were shrugs all around.
"Well, let's go," Jace rounded them off, before gesturing toward the warp panel and giving an over-exaggerated bow. "Ladies first."
Clary laughed as she stepped on the warp panel, Banette laughing as well as they disappeared. Isabelle rolled her eyes as she stepped on the panel, saying "My brother's a fucking dweeb."
Jace raised an eyebrow when Alec didn't step on the panel, and gestured again at the panel.
"Didn't you hear me?" Jace asked as he gestured once more. "Ladies first."
"Oh, get off your high horse," Alec shoved his brother before stepping on the panel.
As he vanished, he could still hear Jace's laughter echoing.
The arena at the top was pink. Very pink. Alec supposed he should have seen that coming; psychic-type Pokémon were represented with pink markers. It was mainly because the majority of psychic-types were pink or varying shades.
"You're here!" Magnus called jauntily from the other side of the room, coming to meet them in the middle of the arena. His hands were jammed casually in his pockets. "I must admit, for a while there I thought you might back out."
"Thought wrong Bane," Jace spoke for Alec, clapping a hand on his brother's shoulder. "My brother's not one to back down from anything.
"Is that so?" Magnus stared at Alec, curiosity in his gold-green eyes. Alec looked away. "Interesting." Alec pretended not to feel the heat burn on his cheeks, and told himself it was just because of Jace's compliment, and not anything else.
"Yeah, well," Alec coughed awkwardly. "Are we going to battle or not?"
"All right, all right," Magnus waved his hands. "I get it. Not good with words, so your Pokémon do all the talking." He grinned. Alec told himself that his stomach's fluttering was merely annoyance. Which in honesty, it was; Alec was not good with words, but not in any sort of sense that Magnus was implying.
"I don't suppose one of you would mind reffing the match, would you?" Magnus asked Jace and Isabelle.
"I think we both could do it," Isabelle told Magnus, and Jace nodded, looking at Magnus as if he were to challenge them, but all Magnus did was shrug and sigh as if he had expected that outcome.
Jace and Isabelle walked to either side of the arena on the outer edges, while Magnus and Alec walked to the battler's boxes at the ends. Clary skipped off the arena to the stands on the side with Banette. Alec took a deep breath.
"This match will be between Magnus Bane, Celestic City Gym Leader," Isabelle announced from her position once everyone settled, "And challenger, Alec Lightwood of Luttent City."
"It will be two Pokémon against two Pokémon," Jace called. "No swap outs may be made unless your Pokémon is unable to battle."
"Winner will be declared once both Pokémon are unable to battle," They called together, speaking as one. "Battlers, are you ready?"
"You know it," Magnus nodded, eyes shining with excitement.
"Let's just get this over with," Alec scoffed.
"Begin!" Jace and Isabelle shouted.
"Misdreavus, let's go!" Alec threw the Pokéball with Misdreavus in it. Misdreavus appeared, doing a flip in the air and letting out a coo.
"Ghost-type." Magnus hummed. "Misdreavus is cute, but you're a little predictable aren't you?" Alec bristled.
"Not as predictable as you," Alec huffed sourly. "Though I guess that's what makes you easy to beat; being a Psychic Gym Leader and all. All's that needed to beat you is a ghost or a dark-type Pokémon."
"Not that predictable," Magnus sniffed, before throwing his own Pokéball. "Gracie, why don't we show darling Alec how it's done here in Celestic City?"
His Pokémon appeared, and Alec did his best to hold back the curse that inevitably fell from his lips.
"A Girafarig!" Clary gasped from the sidelines as the other two Lightwoods did their best not to react.
A normal-psychic-type pokemon. Normal and ghost-type moves didn't affect each other normally, which meant that while some of Girafarig's attacks wouldn't affect Misdreavus…
"Ghost-type moves won't affect Girafarig," Alec groaned out loud.
"Bingo," Magnus' eyes flashed, beaming. "A bit tight with moves now, aren't you? Ghost-type moves won't affect Gracie, and even if your Misdreavus knows any psychic-type moves, it'll have half the effect."
"I hope you aren't doubting my abilities as a trainer already," Alec challenged, not about to consider the disadvantages. He had to win this battle. He had to. "Misdreavus, seeing as Magnus adores his own voice so much, why don't we give him a taste of yours?" Alec didn't call an attack because he didn't need to. He and all of his Ghosts were one; they knew what he wanted, and he knew what they needed. They had their moments when they worked in complete unison.
Misdreavus let out a beautiful Screech that left both Girafarig and Magnus reeling, before promptly vanishing into thin air. It was an action that Alec had been expecting, and Magnus wasn't surprised by.
"The element of surprise won't help you hear, Alec." Magnus said, before coolly commanding his Girafarig, "Gracie, be a darling and use Thunder Wave, and smoke out Misdreavus."
Thunder Wave caused paralysis, and it covered the entire field – it didn't take long after Girafarig used the attack for Misdreavus to reappear, levitating not too far from her opponent. She was paralyzed. Magnus seemed delighted by the outcome, but Alec did not worry. The battle was still in its early stages, it wasn't over yet.
"Gracie, Crunch followed by Assurance," Magnus ordered. "Don't worry Alec, we'll make sure it's quick."
"Misdreavus, Heal Bell, then Sucker Punch." Alec narrowed his eyes, and watched as Magnus reeled back.
"Heal Bell is a normal-type move, Alec– it won't affect your Misdreavus," Magnus said, but the proof was on the field; as sure as night and day, Heal Bell had worked effectively on Alec's Misdreavus, and she ducked out of range of Magnus's Girafarig's attacks in the nick of time. She vanished from sight only to reappear behind the startled Girafarig with a forceful Sucker Punch.
The force of the attack sent Girafarig skidding across the arena, but it wasn't enough for a knock out. Magnus, surprised as he was, recovered remarkably quickly.
"Gracie, Shadow Ball!" And Gracie wasted no time – the dark ball of energy was spiraling through the air, and before either Alec could shout anything or Misdreavus could move, the attack struck home. Misdreavus was sent spiraling back, but like her attack on the other Pokémon, it was not enough to knock her out.
"Follow up with Thunderbolt," Magnus told Gracie.
"Hyper Voice." Alec's voice was flat, unlike Misdreavus's, whose rang out and echoed, bouncing off the walls of the arena even more so than when she had used Screech earlier in the battle. The force of her voice was powerful enough that it caused Girafarig's aim to change slightly; instead of being hit by the full brunt of Gracie's Thunderbolt, she was only caught by part of it. Still, Misdreavus seemed to be affected more visibly by the attack than Gracie was.
She staggered, and it looked like she was on her last leg, so to speak. At the same time though, Magnus' Girafarig didn't look too well either. It was a matter of who would last longer – and, by the looks of things, it wouldn't be Misdreavus. Alec had a choice he had to make, and he knew what it had to be.
"Misdreavus," Alec commanded with a solemn tone and a heavy heart; he didn't like using this move, and he hated having any of his Pokémon who knew this move use it. But in a situation like this… "Use Perish Song."
It was a last ditch effort, he knew it, and Alec hoped Misdreavus understood as well.
Misdreavus let out a shrill wail, the third display of the ghost's lovely voice, this time giving a haunting tone betraying the end in its sound. A piercing echo was all that was left once her song was done, and she hovered for one last fleeting moment before she succumbed to her own song's ability.
A necessary sacrifice, Alec told himself clinically, but one that he didn't care for.
Magnus, for the record, didn't look at all fazed.
"What a noble sacrifice." Was Magnus' dismissive reaction. Alec gritted his teeth, and did his best not to let any reaction show on his face. "But will that really help you in the long run? I mean, Gracie is still kicking, and I'm sure any ghost-type you throw at us she'd be able to dispatch before Perish Song goes into effect with her."
"Underestimating me was your first mistake, Magnus," Alec answered, pulling out a Pokéball.
"Oh?" Magnus quirked an eyebrow in response. "And what, by chance, was my second mistake?"
"Thinking that I only have ghost-types on my team," Alec cocked his arm back and tossed the ball. "Umbreon! Let's show him how a real team operates."
"A real team?" Magnus laughed. "Funny coming from you, sacrificing your own Pokémon to take down mine. Why don't you just give up now?"
"Please," Alec scoffed, offended. "I'm just getting started."
Uh-oh, things are getting heated! Tune in next time for the thrilling conclusion of Alec and Magnus' battle! Who will win? Find out next time~! Please read and review!