Pokemon: The Dark Saga: Chapter 2: Professor In Peril
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Not quite content to go home yet I decided to go to the Professor's lab. However as soon as I left the neighbors' house I heard a scream. A little kid came from out of nowhere and grabbed my shirt.
"Please go help that guy over there!"
He pointed to Route 101.
"Two questions: Who's brat are you and why the hell should I?"
The kid started crying. "Please mister!"
I kicked the kid off me and walked over to Route 101, making sure I stepped on him.
"Freakin' crybaby."
As I stepped out into the route, a man in a lab coat being chased by a Poochyena was what met my eyes.
"Oh thank goodness! Someone came to help! I don't mean to be rude, but please, reach into my bag and-what are you doing?"
I had completely ignored the man's suitcase and walked up to the Poochyena, picking it up by the scruff of the neck. Before the man had time to react I turned around, dropped the Poochyena and punted it clear to Oldale Town.
"Is that really so challenging to do that you need someone else to do it for you?"
"W-w-w-what the hell is wrong with you? Did you just kick a Pokemon?"
"Yeah I did, now reward me."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because little old you was being chased around by it and I don't like helping people. I expect to be rewarded for this big waste of time."
"Well, what do you want?"
"How about a Pokemon of my own?"
The man sighed. "I suppose I do owe you… By the way, I'm Birch, the Pokemon Professor."
"Bill."
After a short trip to Birch's lab he got on the other side of a table which he set his briefcase on and opened it, the thing containing three Pokeballs. He then lay out all of the Pokeballs on the table.
"Alright, from your left to your right, the Pokemon that are housed in these Pokeballs are Torchic, the fire type, Treecko the Grass type, and Mudkip, the water type. I promised you that I would give you a Pokemon, and…well…here are your only choices."
I paused, thinking for a bit. My starter in Johto was a fire type, but maybe I'd like another…partner…let's say that…this time.
Let's see…In order from left to right we have incineration, strangled to death by vines, or drowning. They all sound so appealing…I think I know which one I want.
I picked up the Pokeball on the left.
All of a sudden the doors burst open and the neighbor's daughter entered the room.
"Dad, am I too late to get my…what's he doing here?"
I looked back up at Birch and asked, "Did she just say dad?"
"Yes, she did," Birch responded, "This is my daughter, May. But it seems like you two have already met…"
May steamed and shouted, "Of course we've already met! He's an ass hole! Why are you giving him a Pokemon?"
"You see, dear, I was being chased by a Pokemon and I had cluelessly left my bag out of reach…"
The Professor faltered under his daughter's glare.
Smirking again, I said, "He owes me one. And this is my one." I held out the Pokeball that contained the Torchic for her to see.
"Whatever," she said, subconsciously grabbing the Pokeball on the right, the one that contained the Mudkip.
As the fires that were representing our rage grew more intense Birch shouted, "Please! If you two are going to battle, take it outside."
With that he shoved the two of us outside, both of us quickly getting up and continuing to glare at each other.
"So, are we just gonna stare at each other all day or are we gonna battle?"
"Either one is fine with me."
May's face flushed with anger. "Let's just battle already!"
(End of Chapter)