I did not come up with the character Fang. The Amazing Chez did.

Chapter 4: A Fang and a Ralts

As the growl came closer Jonathan noticed that he felt his horns feel funny. The best way he could describe the feeling was angry. Perhaps it was best he ran away right now. "WHO THE HELL JUST THREW A ROCK AT ME?!" Too late.

From the bush lept out a black and red wolf-like pokemon. It had a spade tipped tail and long horns sticking out of the back of his head. If that weren't enough, it was several times bigger that he was! Of all the pokemon to encounter right now, it had to be one that looked like it had stepped out of the gates of hell! That sucked.

"Oh, joy, it's one of your kind," it sneered, glaring at Jonathan, "Think you're to girly for me to hunt?" It loomed above Jonathan, clearly looking for an apology of sorts.

"Whoa, you talked!"

"ARE YOU CALLING ME AN IDIOT?!"

"N-no! I just never heard a pokemon talk before!" Jonathan replied.

The canine snorted, "You're a pokemon, you're talking. Not awfully bright are you?" Now that he mention it that would explain the sudden amputations of his nose and fingers. But he had never heard of a type of pokemon like him.

"Well if I'm a pokemon then what am I?" Jonathan replied matter-of-factly.

"A Ralts," wow, he wasn't expecting an answer, "Now about that rock…"

"Oops, sorry about that…what's your name?"

"Fang, and in case you were wondering, I'm a Houndoom, brainiac."

"Ok then… I'll be going now." As Jonathan was attempting to walk away, Fang stepped in front of him.

"Now where do you think you're going, Mr. Ballerina. I haven't had my lunch yet," he said, with an is-it-ok-if-you-end-up-in-my-stomach tone of voice.

Sigh, this just isn't my day.

Fang pounced on Jonathan, which he proceeded to dodge. Fang missed, and as a result, made a rock smash into little pieces. Jonathan then climbed up a tree, hoping this cat-and-dog like tactic would cause him to give up. Maybe it would have worked if Fang was unable to shoot shadowed balls at him.

The branch broke and scratched him a little. While he knew it was supposed to sting a little, the attack hurt like hell! Luckily he fell on a bush to break his fall. "Heh, give up, kid. Dark beats psychic any day!" Meanwhile, all this noise had attracted an old Skuntank. It crept up behind Jonathan just as Fang was about to pounce. "Huh, what's that?"

Jonathan turned around just as the Skuntank released its ammo all over his face (and a bit to Fang who was behind him). Fang, being a canine, began to howl in pain due to his keen sense of smell. Huh, this is an advantage I didn't expect, Jonathan thought, suddenly not missing his nose as much. "Err, thanks… you… what's your name?"

"No need to know young man, just get off of my property!"

"Your property?"

"Yes! I marked it just where you're standing!"

………. Ew. "Ok bye." As he was beginning to leave, his horns felt as if they were in agony. He didn't understand why, but he saw that Fang wasn't in the best condition. Jonathan wasn't the selfish type. He distinctly remembered a car. He decided to, against his better judgment, approach the Houndoom. "You Ok?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK?!?!?!" Jonathan then picked up a leaf and soaked it in the lake (try to imagine a Ralts doing that without thinking 'cute'), then proceeded to wipe the stench off his muzzle. Fang then slowly got up. "What?! You think I needed your help?!" Jonathan slowly backed away. "Just feel grateful I'm not hungry anymore!" Jonathan let the air out of his lungs.

Jonathan looked around before deciding to ask directions from the guy who just tried to kill him. "Hey, do you know where the city is?"

"No, I can't smell the large group of humans that won't leave my nostrils!"

"So where are they?"

"Not the way you're headed, that's for sure, kid."

Jonathan sweat dropped, "Why do you keep calling me kid? I'm sixteen!"

"Heh, you're out of your flippin' mind. You don't look a day over... hell, you don't look a day at all!" This certainly made Jonathan's day better. "Now, get outta here before I feel hungry again!" He figured it was best to leave now.

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As Jonathan was walking he decided to take a good look at the relic he was carrying. It seemed to be in the shape of some sort of cat. Maybe it was a kind of pokemon? Another thought came to mind. Why am I a pokemon? Oh, well. Better than road kill. Come to think about it, why hadn't he taken a good look at the relic before? Oh, right. He was late for his da-WHAT AM I STILL DOING HERE?!

Jonathan broke into a sprint.