Chapter 6

Nate breathed in deeply as he backed against a street corner waiting for the footsteps to subside. The soft sound of the boots scraping concrete was a clear indication of a dangerous street. It had taken Nate an hour to move four blocks this way: waiting at the corner and peeking out checking for a clear path to the next street. Nate had no real clear goal at the moment, just to escape and he figured he would hit the coast soon enough.

"These dumb people never saw it coming." A rocket grunt laughed to his companion walking next to him. His voice was filled with scorn and arrogance.

"You missed it, at this house on Paloma street I put my onix into this one sluts cloyster." The other grunt bragged to his friend. Nate thought about it, the only lady he knew that lived on the tiny street of Paloma was mrs lyrica, who Nate had recently reunited with her beloved miltank. She never hurt a person in her life, yet these men violated and killed her.

Nate felt his hands shake in anger as his vision ran red. When this happened Nate usually had two options: he could fight of the anger or let it reign. This time Nate wasnt holding it back. He clenched his fists and turned the corner breathing heavily and seeing the two grunts for the first time. The men were scrawny, one was a little shorter than the other but they were very similar: probably brothers.

"Jim look, a little boy." The shorter one sneered to the taller one. Nate guessed he was the younger one as he deferred to his brother to make a decision.

The taller one strolled torward Nate casually, his hands covered in white gloves. As he got closer Nate saw reinforced metal on the knuckles which would explain how they overpowered much bigger men. This time however, Nate had to overpower them.

"We'll we'll have to help him get reunited with his mommy." The taller one sneered as he got within arms reach of Nate. Nate could see the folds of his uniform, black with a red R on the front.

"I'm sorry sir, but your costume party must come to a close." Nate mocked him as he stepped back into a defensive position. Growing up Gus had taught Nate how to fight and it wasnt pretty fighting. Gus always told him to fight dirty, because glamour is of no use to a dead man.

"That's it punk, you're dead!" The grunt shouted lunging forward and sending a fist saying torwards Nate. Nate felt the works slow down as the punch approached. He twisted to the side so the punch flew past him and he grabbed the arm. Nate then struck an elbow right above the grunts own elbow hitting a cluster of nerves making the grunt scream. Nate then brought his second elbow crashing onto the back of the grunts neck, hitting a bigger cluster of nerves and knocking out the tall grunt.

"Jim!" The shorter grunt exclaimed surprised at his brothers falling. The grunt gulped and charged at Nate, who was about 5 yards away. Nate allowed him to approached and stepped to the side and slightly behind the grunt feeling the reinforced fist fly right by his face. This grunt proved to be the better fighter as he bent his arm and smashed an elbow into nates face sending him flailing backwards.

Nate tasted blood and felt a bruise already building from the impact. The man could hit hard, but he was angry and desperate: which leads to mistakes. Nate backed away and the grunt charged at him again flailing a fist at nates face. Nate ducked and sent a leg sweep knocking the grunt to the ground. His momentum worked against him as he smacked into the ground with a loud "thud" and send dirt flying.

"Don't get up." Nate reasoned to the winded grunt. The grunt stared at him in hatred and began to attempt to get up, a quite funny process of flailing limbs. The grunt looked to have his breath back and was on all fours. Nate sighed to himself as he ran to the grunt and kicked him in his side. Nate heared multiple ribs crack as his foot hit the grunts ribcage. The grunt fell back to the ground and wasnt about to get up again.

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Nate glanced at the street in front of him, beachfront lane, and took of at a run. He was at the last street until the beach, and was almost done with that part of the plan. It was then crossing the empty street that Nate realized he had no plan. No goal after getting to the beach. After witnessing his mother and professor alder both die brutally his thought process was not terribly good at the moment. To make matters worse a shout rang out after Nate.

"Stop now kid!" A grunt shouted out at Nate. Nate turned and saw a large grunt running torwards him. Nate felt his stomach sink as he realized there was no fighting this behemoth. Nate turned to face him trying to formulate a plan, but his mothers face kept showing up. Nate shook his head and saw that the grunt had stopped about 10 yards away and was holding a pokèball. It was odd, black and white with an R on the front of it. Probably custom made.

"Go zubat!" The grunt shouted out as he threw the ball. A small Bat came out and came a squeal that was the equivalent of a roar for it. Nate choked down laughter at the tiny bat as he grabbed the pokéball of his neck and sent it flying.

"Tear him up Argos!" Nate shouted as the ball hit the ground and revealed the small dog. Argos growled at the tiny bat and flexed its arms and legs ready for a good fight. Nate didnt think Argos was a fighter but remembered what the professor had told him a year or two ago when Nate asked about why Pokémon fight.

"Nate Pokémon are very different than humans in something they have we haven't scientifically confirmed yet. " the professor lectured him "they have what we call the fighting spirit which leads them to naturally rival and want to battle, this also adds to joy of victory but also makes losses all the more bitter. Pokémon were born to fight and that's what they want to do."

It all clicked for Nate, he had a vague idea of the moves Argos could use from his work at the ranch. Argos's tail grew brighter and longer than Nate had ever seen and was practically bouncing on its paws in excitement.

"Zubat wing attack!" The grunt yelled pointing at Argos. Nate had no clue how the bat could see as there were no visible eyes; but surely it was headed straight for Argos. It's wing glowed in a strange energy and Nate couldn't help but feel excited after all, it was his first Pokémon battle.

"Argos use quick attack to get behind it and then use ember!" Nate yelled at Argos as the zubat got in closer. Argos glowed white with energy and dashed off in a blur around the bat and jumped in the air behind it. It's jaw became engulfed in flame as it let out a puff and sent the small fire specs at the bat. For such a small group of flames it backed a heavy punch as zubat fell to the ground.

"Zubat get up!" The grunt roared obviously upset at how weak his Pokémon was. The small bat tried to rise but didnt seem to want to as it just flipped back onto the ground. It was still smoking from Argos's attack and had burn marks on it.

Nate pulled out the pokéball and trained its red light on Argos. "Good job Argos now return!" Nate exclaimed as he released the button and felt the ball open and envelop the now red blob which contained growlithe. Nate shrunk the ball and reattached it to his necklace and took of running to the beach while the grunt seemed obsessed with his fallen pokemon.

Nate felt sand in his shoes and knew he had made it and saw the waters edge so close to him. It was then Nate realized the hopelessness of his situation. The grunt had called for back-up and Nate saw multiple grunts approaching from a distance. He was backed up to the water without a way out.

"Enter the water" a voice rang out in nates head, raspy and tired. Nate wondered if he was going insane, hearing voices usually wasnt a good sign but it felt different. He felt another presence, like earlier in the forest. The grunts were approaching and Nate could see at least 10 of them coming from the road Golbats flew above them.

Nate pulled his bow off of his shoulder and grabbed one of his arrows with the rocks at the ends of them. He let out a terse breath and released the string, hearing the bow sing its twang. The arrow flew and luckily Nate's aim proved true. The arrow smacked on the left wing of the lead golbat; which then let out a cry and fell from the skies. Nate drew the next arrow and let it sailed towards the next golbat. This one dodged the arrow, and they were too close for comfort now. Nate strung his bow over his shoulder and turned to the water.

"I don't see what other choice I have," Nate groaned as he stepped into the icy water. Oddly enough his shoes didn't get wet; he just felt them get cold. Feeling confident from this new discovery Nate took a few more steps. Finding himself to again not be wet Nate dove under the waves and lost sight of his home.

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