As I came to the edge of the city, there was a steep incline up the side of the mountain. It was completely overbearing. Completely, and unnecessary, if you ask me. Like, it was a bad omen. Ready to stomp on the weak and pathetic like me.

I walked a bit, and then had the urged to look in the base of my bag. The two pokéballs lay still. Were they empty? Was that old bastard playing a joke on me for being such a bitch? I hadn't the slightest clue. I pulled one out, and noticed that it felt pretty light. I shook it ever so slightly. Nothing. Not a peep. Do pokéballs make peeps? I shook it again, this time harder. Nothing. I soon found myself violently shaking it, and suddenly-it began shaking back.

I screamed and dropped it in front of me. It shook just as violently as I had been shaking it. Then, without warning, it's top flew open, and a red light crackled onto the ground. I screamed at the top of my lounges, and fell down to my knees. In front of me, there was a strange tiny blue...weird looking thing. It had a short stubby trunk, and large blue ears. It looked as if to have some sort of red armor on its trunk and ears, but they didn't look like they helped much. I looked at me with beady eyes.

And I was scared of this little thing? I chuckled a little. It looked at me, and stood its ground. "So what are you?" I asked sitting forward. phanpy! It screamed in a high voice. "Phampy?" I asked. It didn't respond. "Well phampy, sorry for shaking you up like that..." I said as I began to stand up. Without warning, Phampy began to charge.I was about half way up, when phampy leapt up from the ground and hit me. Right. In. The. Forehead. I gasped and fell backwards onto the ground. And it was not a graceful fall either. It was hard, and since we were on a slope, it was a farther farther fall then I had expected. I groaned in pain, and saw my second Pokéball-Dratini-plopping down the side of the mountain.

"No!" I yelled, reaching out. It plopped down and down, and before I knew it, it had opened up, and a blue worm looking thing was on the ground. It was surprisingly... adorable. It looked around a little bit, and then began slithering away into a bush. I stood up, and began running full speed down the mountain. I heard Phampy going after me from behind.

I got down to where the pokéball was, and picked it up, shoving it into my bag. As I started to run again, Phampy knocked me off of my feet. I fell flat on my side. Gasping in pain. "This is why I don't like you goddamn things!" I shouted as I stood up to run again. Phampy didn't like this. I ran as fast as I could, but Phampy kept right on my tail. I had no idea where the Dratini had gone. I just ran straight, till I saw a clearing. There was an open field, and I could see Dratini making it's way towards a forest over by the far side of the clearing. I began to turn towards it, but Phampy, once again, knocked me onto the ground. Face first this time. I screamed out in frustration. Dratini was out of sight, but Phampy was ready to charge. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and then they slowly descended my face, dripping onto the grass that I laid on. Phampy yelled at me again.

"Give me a break," I cried. And I cried. Sobbing. Screaming. Yelling. The works. It must have been 5 minutes before Phampy softened up. He slowly paced towards me, and laid a few feet in front of me. I stopped crying, and sat up. I reached my hand over to pet it, but it snapped at me. Stupid thing.

"Hey!" A voice called from behind me. I turned around to see a boy with blond hair standing at the top of the clearing, with Dratini in hand. "Is this little guy yours?" He asked.

"Err...Yeah," I said. He began walking down to me.

"Jesus, are you okay?" The boy asked, as he got closer to me. He handed the Dratini to me, and to my surprise it didn't struggle at all. "You're bleeding...do you need some help?" And that kindness was all I needed to start crying again, "H-hey, are you okay?" He asked again kneeling in front of me.

"I hate this," I cried.

"Hate what?" He seemed genuinely concerned with me.

"I hate this mountain," I began, "I hate professor Oak, and I hate that stupid Phampy!" I cried out again.

"'Phampy?' do you mean-" Cole began, but Phampy let out cry before Cole could finish. The Phampy ran up behind me began pushing up against my back. "He doesn't seem to like you to much either," The boy said back, he went around and picked Phampy off the ground. Phampy began to roll around in his hands, but the boy began humming to it, and it calmed down. Just like that. "Are you new?" The boy said sitting in front of me.

"Yeah." I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. "I mean, I'm borrowing these from Professor Oak."

"Borrowing?" the boy asked. I nodded.

"My boss told me she needed some berries from the top of the mountain, and didn't want me going alone, so..." I began to explain.

"So Professor Oak gave you some?" I nodded again. The boy looked at the pokémon, and sighed, "They don't look like they're doing a good job a protecting you."

"No, they aren't." I hissed at Phampy. He yelped back. The boy laughed.

"Well, the pokémon here are all extremely strong," He stood up, and helped me to my feet. He was pretty cute. He had short blond hair that seemed to be perfectly messy, large blue eyes that were kind, warm and welcoming, and to top it all off—a very clean cut style! "Why don't I help you?"

"You'd do that?" I asked in awe.

"Of course! Pokémon trainers are compassionate, and helpful. They say that the friends you make here are the friends for life." I smiled and nodded. "I'm Cole."

"Eliot." I said.

"Well Eliot," Cole said putting Phampy on the ground, "I guess we're together, for now," Phampy cried out with-I don't know-joy or hatred. I honestly couldn't tell the difference, nor did care.

We began walking up the mountain, and Cole began to ask question about me. The usual, shallow, questions that wont actually reveal anything about me, but are a good conversation starter. "How old are you?" He asked.

"17, how about you?"

"19 in a few weeks," He explained.

"Oh yeah? then happy birthday." I said. Questions like that continued, where are you from? What were you doing there? etc. It was quite boring. I was ready to leave him, until we came across a Pokémon trainer. He hadn't spotted us, but we spotted him. Well, Cole did.

"Wait," Cole said. He crouched down behind some bushes, and pulled me behind him, Dratini wiggled around in my arms. I glanced at the guy standing on the path.

"Why are we hiding?" I whispered.

"Because I don't want to get in a battle with this guy," Cole replied.

"So, what do we do?" I asked Cole hushed me. I sat back in an angry huff. I looked over at Phampy who was staring at the trainer. I huffed. "Cole..." I whined. He hushed me again. I looked around. Why couldn't there be any berries right here? Why did it have to be at the top of the mountain? I looked back at Phampy. But, he wasn't where I last left him. He was stumbling out onto the path. I leapt forward to try to grab him, but I fell short by a few inches.

"Eliot, what are you doing?" Cole hissed at me. I handed Dratini to Cole, and began chasing after Phampy. "Eliot!" Cole called after me. Phampy was right in front of me, I reached out to grab him but before I could, he turned and saw me. Phampy jumped out of my grip. He cried out and the trainer looked over at me. I stopped dead in my tracks. Phampy was a few feet in front of me, staring the trainer down. The trainer stared at me then smiled, he put his hand into his back pocket, and pulled out-crap.

"Look's like you're ready to battle?" He said, clicking the button on his pokéball. "The name's Tom." he threw out a pokéball that opened up to reveal a brown rat looking thing, with large teeth.

It. Was. Ugly.

Cole stood up and ran over next to me.

"Cole, what is that?" I asked.

"Ratticate." Cole began, "It's got one strong bite. Be careful."

"What do you mean be careful? I thought you were going to protect m-"

"Ratticate! Use bite!" I looked towards Phampy, and Ratticate was charging full speed at the little guy.

"Phampy! Move!" I screamed. Phampy jumped out of the way just before Ratticate could get to him. I sighed with relief. "What the hell are you trying to do?" I screamed over at the trainer. The trainer seemed surprised by this, "Keep that ugly thing away from my Phampy!" I cried out.

"Bad Idea, Eliot," Cole said as he scratched the back of his head.

"What was that?" The trainer yelled from his position.

"You heard me!" I screamed back, "Phampy is too weak!" Next thing i know, Phampy's charging at me-like I did something wrong.

"Ratticate! Head butt!" The trainer yelled. Ratticate began running at me as well. Crap. I messed up again. All I could do was brace myself for the worst. I was going to get hit, again. And I was still bruised from Phampy almost pushing me off of a mountain.

"Phampy! That's enough!" Cole yelled. Phampy came to a skiddng hault, and stopped right before it hit me. Why could Cole control Phampy, while I couldn't? Cole handed me Dratini, and stepped forward, pulling out his own pokéball. He threw it a few yards ahead of Ratticate, who was still charging towards Phampy, and I. "Salamance!" Cole called. And out came a large red a blue dragon. I stumble back a little, surprised by the sheer mass of the creature. The trainer did the same thing.

"Ratticate! Bite!" The trainer screamed. The creature lunged forward, and went straight for Salamance's neck. I cringed, but Cole stood his ground.

"Dragon claw," Cole said simply. The large pokémon lifted his foot, and brought it up. Ratticate leapt up to bite its neck, but before it could get to Salamance, he brought his large foot back down smacking Ratticate right out of the air. Ratticate came down on the ground, hard. His body twitched a bit. The trainer gasped in shock.

"That was cheap!" He called out returning Ratticate the pokéball.

"Cheap? You went after a trainer!" Cole called back.

"Well-That is..." He trailed off and looked at the ground, clentching his Pokéball in his hands. He stepped up passed Salamance (Who was looking quite majestic, I might add.) and handed Cole some money. "Here. Just take it and go." Cole took the money, and slid it into his back pocket. He then returned Salamance to it's ball, and put it away.

"Come on, Eliot," Cole said passing the trainer, "Let's go. This guy isn't worth our time." I suddenly did feel helpless, and weak. My pokémon were nothing compared to his. I watched him from the back. Something told me Cole wasn't as sweet and kind as he let on to be. He must've known his Salamance would put the Ratticate to shame. And that Pokémon looked strong too. How could someone be so strong, when they seemed so simple?


Yay~ second part. Tell me what you guys think.