A week had passed since Viridian City was, ruthlessly, taken over by Team Rocket. And the whole of Kanto knew about it. It was all over the news. Team Rocket just stormed the city. Brazen as you like, in broad daylight. From all angles. They were in the gym, the hospitals, the police station, everywhere. They must've been planning a takeover of Viridian for quite some time, to have infiltrated everywhere so thoroughly. And it put the whole of Kanto on red alert. Borders were closed. Bridges were monitored. No one went in or out of any town in Kanto, without a complete examination of them, to ensure they weren't a Rocket spy. But, was Giovanni concerned? Was he Hell! He was loving the fact he put all the civilisations of the region on alert. It was what he wanted. It made his life all the more fun. The thing now is… how will Pewter City be conquered? With immense ease, of course. But… aside from that… how to go about it?
In Pewter City:
It was a dark, gloomy day in Pewter City. Much like it was on the day Ash was shot. Ooh. The very thought still made the Teenager of rock shudder in horror. And now Ash's hometown, and Viridian City are under Team Rocket control. How awful. If Ash were here, he'd been furious! If Ash was here, it'd never have happened in the first place. Maybe Team Rocket are celebrating too soon. Maybe Ash isn't dead, but was swept away somewhere. Maybe he was lying, unconscious, on a beach somewhere, and was found by someone, who revived him. Oh, how he wished he could force his brain into believing that. But, coming to think about it, there is someone who still believes Ash is still alive somewhere; Misty. Every time Brock calls her, she asks if he's heard from Ash and every time he says no, and that he's dead, she goes flying off the handle at him, screaming that she's certain that Ash is still alive somewhere far away. But, with every day that passes by when Ash doesn't swing in to the rescue and take Team Rocket down, the likelihood of him still being alive was dwindling.
Suddenly, Forrest, Brock's younger brother, burst into the gym.
"Brock!" He ran to his brother, stopping in front of him, leaning on his knees to catch his breath. "Team Rocket are advancing. They're coming through Viridian Forest right now." Brock collected his pokéballs, and followed his brother to the Pewter City border.
There, standing they're guard, were the people of Pewter, the 'Rockies' (as they were known). Among the army were Brock's parents, but his siblings were locked up safely at home, and the local Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny. The different types of Pokémon that the Rockies raised, from Geodude and Diglett to Gigolith and Steelix were gathered, glaring at the approaching army. Brock and Forrest took their positions at the head of the Rocky army, staring down the leader of the Team Rocket opposition that stood before them. Giovanni didn't look, in the least bit, fazed by their cold reception. He just smirked, cockily and evilly, at the glowering looks on their faces.
"Leave." Was all Brock was prepared to say to the evil army of scum that stood before him.
"And if we don't?" Giovanni challenged, smugly. Brock growled at his impudence, and released his Pokémon; Toxicroak, Blissey, Steelix, Crobat, Ludicolo and Swampert. Once the Pokémon caught a glance at the black-uniformed army before them, they growled their displeasure at seeing them, preparing for battle. Giovanni cackled at the spectacle.
"Do you really expect to put up any resistance against this!" He produced a Dark Ball, just like the Iron Masked Marauder used, from his pocket, and enlarged the capsule.
"Get ready." Brock warned his Pokémon. He knows that pokéball. The Pokémon caught with a Dark Ball becomes evil as soon as it enters the capsule. And its power's instantly increased to the highest level possible. Whatever Pokémon Giovanni had in that ball, it wasn't going to be a pushover.
The Team Rocket Tyrant hurled the Dark Ball skyward, and in a flash of black light, out flashed an impossible Pokémon. It stood 12 feet tall, and was red from head to toe. As it towered over the Rocky army, even Brock's face paled as he looked at the titanic Pokémon that stood over everyone else, except the Steelix backing the Rockies.
"No. it can't be." Brock stuttered, as he fought the urge to faint before the monstrous creature that bared down at him.
"Surrender immediately, or I'll release Groudon on this pathetic city, and have it reduced to rubble."
"We'll never surrender to you, Giovanni!" Brock protested. If there was anything he'd ever learned from Ash, it was to never give in to adversity. But the evil syndicate leader only smirked at his bravery, as if expecting it.
"Suit yourself. Groudon! Destroy this stupid rockery!"
Groudon gave an Earth-shattering roar, and started to attack Pewter City, causing rock spears to erupt from the ground, ripping up the concrete of the city streets. Brock glared daggers, sharp as Weavile claws, at the Pokémon.
"Steelix! Iron Tail! Smack that beast to oblivion!" Brock ordered, furiously. Steelix's giant tail glowed silver, and slammed, full force, into Groudon's side. But, despite the fact Steelix was 35 feet long, out-measuring the Legendary by 23 feet, when Groudon got back on its feet, it didn't seem scratched at all. If anything, it looked furious. It parted the clouds above itself, to allow a bright beam of sunlight to burst through the cloud cover, and boost its power. Fire started to blaze in its jaws. Quick as a flash, Groudon unleashed a ferocious Fire Blast attack at Steelix, aiming for the Iron Snake's head. In seconds, the attack smashed into the Steel/Ground type's face, causing it to roar in pain, and collapse in a heap. Brock returned the injured Pokémon to its pokéball. "Don't worry, Steelix. You tried. Thank you."
Now that it had its own little patch of sunshine, Groudon was more powerful than ever. Quickly, it charged up a Solarbeam attack, and launched the attack at the mountains that outlined the western border of Pewter City. A rockslide started to tumble, as the Sun-powered beam ripped the mountains apart like strips of paper.
"Toxicroak! Blissey! Destroy those rocks! Don't let them get into the city. Crobat, go and make sure no one's in the way!" The three Pokémon set to their tasks. Toxicroak started to break the falling rocks with Brick Break and Dynamic Punch, while Crobat got anyone who was too near out of the way. "We have to try and stop that Groudon." Brock growled. "Swampert, Ludicolo! Both of you, use Hydro Pump!" He ordered. The two water types blasted the Continent Pokémon with, highly mastered, Hydro Pump attacks. The bulky Behemoth, however, just calmly raised an armoured paw, palm facing its face, and shielded itself from the attacks. Brock was flabbergasted. "What! That's impossible." Giovanni cackled, as the mighty Groudon shook off the Hydro Pumps as if they were Thundershock attacks.
"Now finish this, Groudon! Magnitude!"
Groudon complied, roaring and stamping as hard as possible on the ground, causing a magnitude 10 earthquake to rip the city apart. Crusts of rock that were once flat started to break through the concrete. Lava started to spew from cracks in the mountainsides. The whole city was being turned upside down. Once the earthquake was over, the city and its people were lying about the battlefield, injured and weakened. No one died, thank Arceus for that, but they were all too shaken to resist anymore. Two Team Rocket Grunts ran to Brock, and roughly jolted him to his feet, handcuffing him. Giovanni strode over to him, and socked the gym leader in the stomach, causing him to double over. Giovanni leaned down at him, to whisper in his ear.
"It seems there's a reason that Pewter City's gym is the first gym to contend with." He snarled, mockingly. He straightened himself up, after listening to Brock growl at his comment, and turned to the people of Pewter. "Pewter City is now under our command. Any resistance is futile, and will be crushed unprejudously." He announced, and was cheered by the Rocket Grunts behind him, as his Groudon blew fire into the sky, to make his master's point stick. Brock was taken hostage, and was escorted away from his hometown. Pewter City had crumbled. And the next town was in for a most unwelcome visit.
Hello. Salvador here. If any readers of this fiction aren't aware, I'm writing another fiction right now, entitled; 'Mewtations'. This is another work in progress, and I have a poll on my profile related to said fiction, and how I should end it. All votes must be in by the end of March, and I'll post the final chapter once it's finished.