Writer's block, you make me cry. T_T

It seemed all too soon when I heard someone approaching me. I wiped my eyes and turned to see- someone who wasn't my trainer and was enlarging a pokeball. I froze, surely he wouldn't be able to capture me, I belonged to someone else, it would be stealing, it-

All thought process stopped when this new human unleashed his pokemon; a gigantic blastoise with canons aimed straight at me. It probably saw me as no more than a speck in its way, a ground type speck, a trembling speck who probably wouldn't have fought back even if I'd known my attacks at the time. It leaned down to my eye level, looking me over, and said in a deep, booming voice, "this should be easy." His cocky grin is what finally snapped me back to my senses.

"W- what? Easy?" And, in what may have been the stupidest thing I have ever done, I quickly scratched his nose and jumped away. Needless to say, I probably didn't hurt him, but I did take him completely by surprise which was why, with a yell, he suddenly straightened up with a giant paw over his nose.

"Amazing!" His trainer dropped in. "So feisty, even when it has no chance of winning." Jerk.

"Oh, now you're gonna get it!" The blastoise was polite enough to tell me as he cocked the double barrels at his back. He planted his feet and fired a heavy torrent of water at me and I was fortunate enough to have the senses to move my tail and dodge his constant attack.

It didn't take long for me to become weary, but the blastoise never stopped; he seemed to hold an endless amount of water within him and I had to keep avoiding his attack, but my feet burned from the water everywhere that I had stepped in and his trainer kept egging him on. It seemed hopeless, I couldn't win this fight. But I could run. Ahead was an endless torrential watergun, behind was a river and to my left and right were trees so closely clumped together I'd most likely get stuck between two tree trunks than make a cunning escape.

Apparently I was thinking too much; the blastoise's watergun hit me full force, propelling me into the river. I don't need to tell you that, being a ground type, this hurt. A lot. The pain was immense and my skin felt as if it were on fire. Struggling only seemed to make the pain multiply and I was quickly running out of air and the will to fight the current.

It felt like an eternity had passed and it didn't register with me when a hand grabbed me roughly and hauled me from the water. All I knew was that I wasn't as wet as before and I could breathe again. Land, sweet land.

I lay on the grass for a minute, catching my breath before I opened my eyes. That boy – now with one sleeve of his green jumper soaking and dripping – was sitting watching me with curious eyes through big, round glasses. His blastoise was still there too, but I no longer had the energy to even panic. The boy placed a hand on my head and I flinched.

"Easy, girl, I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. He brought a pokeball towards me. "I can heal you if-" He was cut off by a bone to the back of the head. It whirled through the air and arced back around to its owner. Sonny was standing by the town entrance, with a look on his face clearly saying "step away from the sandshrew and I won't have to hurt you again." His attention quickly shifted to the blastoise as it fired a watergun at him, protecting its trainer. He leapt away, but not before hurling his bone again, which struck the blastoise right between the eyes and it keeled over, stunned from the blow. Sonny caught the bone again and turned to the human boy, glaring.

"Lulu," he snapped. "Come on, we're leaving." I stood, body still aching, and shook some of the water from my skin before walking over to him.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I approached. "Thanks," I added without looking at him.

"Do not thank me," he said curtly. "We went looking for you because Faye was worried, as far as I am concerned you could have stayed out here and maybe learned a valuable lesson." He wouldn't look at me and walked briskly in spite of how tired I was. What lesson could he have been talking about, though? I didn't need to learn anything; if anyone needed to learn a lesson it was our trainer, she had to learn to leave me alone, and Falcon, he could learn to back off, too. I looked back; the boy with the glasses had returned his blastoise and was watching us leave.

Wow. Short chapter is short.

Worry not, the next one shouldn't take this long - writing is once again becoming an awesome method of procrastination, which forces aside those pesky writer's blocks.

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