Chapter 3 I loathe you, my love

Sometimes, I fear that I don't know everything about the people close to me, and in reality, that was true. I simply can't keep track of the many hobbies, likes or dislikes of a friend, nonetheless the person themselves. It's too much work, and effort to look back at such things, that's why I don't get too attached when I make friends. However for Spencer, he was truly a stranger in my eyes and I somewhat desire to know what was behind his nature.

Funny how things are. I've known him since childhood, though we weren't originally friends back then. Spencer was known as the class clown, the bad boy, the player. You can never see him in hallways back in school without his arm around some broad's shoulder's, or a bunch of groupies stalking him down the stretch. Everyone says he is naturally like that. But I don't think that's his true personality.

Actually, no one knows the what this boy is exactly. Once when I was young, an old friend named Victor, a real nice boy, sort of quiet, insulted Spencer for who knows what, and by the time I came back from the bathroom, Spencer was sitting on top of Victor's stomach, beating the shit out of him. Like, literally, Victor ended up at the hospital and was forced to move away as a result. I'm sure Spencer is real proud of this fact.

Even now, I know he's planning something malicious for my downfall, just standing there, gazing at me with a dark, sadistic expression at me as if he wants to see my head roll off my shoulders. Surprise, surprise. Blacky gave off the same expression, perhaps less vicious as he remained by his trainer's ankles in a rather timid and docile manner, staring at Kenny with unwavering eyes.

Now Kenny was one of the most weirdest Pokemon I've ever met in my life. As a habit, he likes to sense people's emotions, twitching his two split tail in the air and often reacts to them. From what I can see right now, he looks really happy in spite of the hostility in the air. Out of all the Pokemon my old man would've given me, he had to give me Kenny. This is not normal Pokemon, for sure.

Spencer stared at me, slightly nodding as a signal for us to start. I used my foot to nudged Kenny to get up, but he sat there lazily, appearing as if was about to take a nap. Shit. "What's wrong, Dante? You wanna quit now? I understand if you do." Spencer called out with a mischievous grin spread wide across his face, like the Cheshire Cat.

"Fuck you." I growled as I threw my middle finger up in the air. Kenny got up and waddle to my side in a pleased state, as it's tail was swaying side to side. I grinned at it and looked up a Spencer, "See? He's ready to kick Blacky's ass. Let's do this thing!"

Spencer softly sighed and shrugged his shoulders as if he's suggesting that I just got myself in a bad situation. Blacky stepped forward in a low, hostile manner, which Kenny stared at him with an intrigued expression with his ears twitching slightly. Blacky growled and Kenny blinked and went off to look at me for a response.

"Beat the fuck out of him." I hissed to him softly as Kenny nodded with joyful pounce. He then turned to Blacky and bounded off to greet him head on.

"Blacky, Bite him!" Spencer commanded with an empowering voice, pointing to Kenny who halted instantly at the sight of him.

Blacky lifted his head up and gave a mighty, high-pitched cry. He leaped into the air and rocketed right into oblivious Kenny who yelped in pain. Goddammit, it had to happen so fast?

I watched in such painful horror as Blacky pinned Kenny to the ground and chomped into his neck, causing Kenny to squeal and thrash around helplessly. Oh, god, why was his screams so goddamn painful? Kenny continued to scream out in pain, slightly crying and frantically attempted to kick Blacky off of his body. I cringed and quickly tried to think of a command as Blacky bit into the other side of Kenny's neck. He cried out and twisted his neck to look at me for help.

"Uh... Kenny! Headbutt!" I said, remembering the time where Kenny headbutted a tree just to get an apple out of granny's tree, but he could've been doing something else though.

Kenny's eye's widened and he whirled his head over to Blacky who released his grip on him to go for one more bite. Kenny reeled his head back and slammed it into Blacky's forehead, causing his to tumble off and shrivel in pain. He struggled to get off and limped over to my side. Spencer couldn't contain the grin on his face and chuckled. I glared at him as I knelt down to console Kenny, "What is it?!"

He shrugged and smiled, "He's near fainting you know." Spencer then broke down laughing as he waved to Blacky to come back to him. What? My eyes widened and stared at him in absolute astonishment.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked as Kenny leaned against my hand and rubbed into my palm. He shivered and looked as if he had never battled in his life. Spencer calmed down and gazed at me with a cocky, mischievous expression. Jesus Christ, this bastard's playing with me, isn't he now?

"It's obvious that you don't know your Pokemon types, now." He stated as he watched Blacky head out back into the field once Kenny recovered a bit from his shock. "You see, like fire is to water and grass is to fire, psychic is weak to dark and any moves like Bite are considered super effective."

"You're fucking kidding me..." I muttered as Kenny bounded back to Blacky, looking the most pissed I've seen him since. Spencer nodded, quite pleased with the fact that he had the upper hand. Fuck you, man.

"Now, go Blacky! Dark Pulse!" he called out, thrusting his hand out to appear dramatic, as Blacky turned to him and nodded.

He then jerked his head up suddenly and bent his knees as he lowered his head down. Kenny and I watched with such fearful curiosity as a purple-black aura started to build around Blacky's body, growing bigger and stronger the second. Then with a sorrowful cry, he threw his head into the air and the aura was suddenly unleashed, lashing out within radius, including Kenny. He flew back when the dark wave hit him and crumbled onto the ground.

"Kenny! Get up!" I cried out in agony as Kenny laid there, appearing to been knocked out. However, he twitched a bit and lifted his neck in fragile manner to look around.

"Oh. He isn't down yet? Shame." Spencer said, with his voice high with pride and might. He shoved his hands into his pockets and loudly sighed to extend his apathetic behavior.

That cruel bastard! I understand the sport of forcing pets into bloody battle, but goddammit, I'm pissed! Fieryrage engulfed inside of me as i glared at Spencer, muttering to myself on how karma would later it's toll and his body will probably end up in a ditch somewhere. I then stopped to correct myself on this, because really now, I'm not that type of person. But he is.

"What's wrong Dante? Can't think of any more moves for your little Espeon to follow? Well, I have a whole list to go!" Spencer mocked from the side, grinning callously.

I was forced to swallow down any insults I had coming and shook my head no. The atmosphere grew darker and more malicious by the second. Kenny's tail threw itself into the air and he struggled up onto his legs, bruised and cut up. He turned to me and whimpered.

Spencer sighed and shook his head in disapproval. "Hey, Dante. Why don't you just quit now...it'll save both you and your Pokemon from suffering."

I turned to him and spat out angrily. "Bullshit! I'm not quitting, yet! Especially I'm fighting some pussy like you!" Spencer lifted one of his eye brown, intrigued and the smile on his face grew into a tight scowl, deep with malicious intent.

"A pussy, huh?" He muttered. "Fine. Well, why don't we set the bar a bit higher now? If either one of us loses this match, then the loser will have to give up something precious to winner. Does that sound fair enough?" Spencer's voice was low and dark as he glared at me through the bangs of his hair. I flinched since this was the first time I've seen him this pissed.

"W-what do you mean by 'precious'?" I asked softly.

"You know, something you deeply treasure. It could be anything really, but for you, there are no loopholes." Spencer said. "I know everything about you. Everything." This came at a disadvantage since, for me, I truly did not know everything about him. Honestly, I don't.

I nodded in a docile manner, hoping that his anger would pass, since it was really putting a scare into me. While Spencer was talking, I've been searching up some thing on my phone, in my coat pocket and was able to find some of Kenny's possibles moves that go with his move set. Spencer nodded back and I threw out a possible move for him.

"Kenny! Morning Sun!" I called out to him, as Kenny struggled up, back on his shaky paws.

To my surprise, it worked as Kenny responded by shaking his body around and sang out to the sun whose rays hit him. It caused his body to glow bright and dazzled for a bit then faded away, leaving him brand new again, without his wounds or scratches. Kenny cheered around happily, and I felt my mood brighten up.

"Impressive." Spencer mused softly with a slight tone of disappointment.. "But that doesn't mean that you in the clear yet, pal! Blacky, hit him with a sucker punch!"

Blacky obeyed and shivered up with power as he bent down and then suddenly rampaged towards us. Kenny looked to me for a response and as I thought, was expecting another nervous reaction. Not this time, oh no, this bastard's about to go down!

"Kenny, fucking take down that motherfucker!" I ordered with a dull, growing anger in the back of my head. Kenny yelped out in such escasty to the anger expressed amongst us and pounced up and dashed down the field towards Blacky.

They collided against violently each other and, there! A flash of bright light exploded and it blinded both me and Spencer as we backed away and tripped back onto the ground, covering our eyes from the light. I could feel my eyes burn due to it's raw intensity and then, my head blacked out as my mind shut off. What happened?

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"Aight. But I found im' in the forest. Probably blacked out from fight'in too much, y'know?"

"You also found two Pokemon with the boys, right, professor? A Espeon and an Umbreon?"

"Aight. Both had fainted, lying on top of each other. I don't know which went down first though." He mused. "But it was pretty damn adorable. Look! I even took their picture on my phone. Wanna take a look, nurse?"

"N-no, professor, look, one of boy's is waking up now." She said only to avoid seeing any pictures of what he took. Spencer groaned in response and slowly opened his eyes as he brought his hand to his forehead. A cold touch from the nurse's fingers caused his hand to turn red with dullness. He recoiled and gazed at her, confused.

'Are you okay, honey?" she asked solemnly, feeling his forehead for any signs of a fever. Spencer nodded, but pushed her hand away in a defiance manner. The nurse sucked her teeth in annoyance and promptly strutted off, as a man in a white lab coat approached from the back of the room. Spencer lifted himself up.

"Best you stay down, sonny. You were out for quite a while, now." The man said as he pulled a chair over and sat down right next to Spencer's bed.

"What happened, exactly?" He asked, already pushing himself up on top of his pillow. The man sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I guess earlier, you had some sort of Pokemon battle with another trainer, yes?" Spencer nodded.

"That's the thing. It's quite rare, but both of your Pokemon knocked each other out at the same time, causing both of you to blackout. Found you in the forest, sure did."

Spencer perked up suddenly, causing the man to flinch and almost fall out his seat. He turned to him with a distress expression. "Hey! Where's Dante, old man? Did he make it?"

The man nodded after struggling to get back onto his seat. Spencer sighed in relief and relaxed on his pillow. The room was dark, a sort of dark white, tainted and smudged by other colors. Spencer stared deep into it as the man went to explain. "He's actually right next to you if you wanna check up on him..."

There was a white curtain next to him, attached to a steel pipe that hung on the roof. On the other side of the curtain, though it was too dim to see, was a bed. It sat there with a couple beeping machines attached to it. Lying on the bed was small figure, currently using a breathing mask for support as the machine made soft pumping sounds. Spencer stared at it on the other side.

"Don't worry now sonny, he's gonna be real okay. Just got hit a lot harder, that's what." The man explain. "He'll wake up soon, don't worry, now. You can check on him if you want."

Spencer turned to face him. "What about Blacky? Is she okay?"

The man nodded his head towards the end of the bed and there laid Blacky, soundly asleep as Spencer looked on pleasantly. He got up and Spencer look to him.

"Thanks by the way, mister..."

"Professor Pine. Nice to you, sonny. After you recover, why don't you head over to my laboratory at the edge of town. Bring your friend along too, suppose I have something for the both of you." He said as he pushed the seat back top the wall and walked out towards, leaving Spencer alone in the room.

He stared at Blacky for a bit, rubbed the back of her ears as he cooed happily amongst the sheets. He then turned to Dante's side of the room, his expression darkening as he pushed himself off of the bed and onto the floor, being as quite as he can for Blacky's sake.

Spencer strutted over to Dante's bed, examining all the machines the surrounded him. Dante was lying sleepily against the pillow, with his forehead wrapped in thin bandages suggesting that he hit his head on something when the flash came. Kenny was lying at the foot of his bed, sleeping on his back as drool dripped out from his mouth and onto the floor. Spencer watched, disgusted and walked over to the headboard.

Dante appeared fully healthy, as if he would come awake any moment. This stirred something dark in Spencer as he glared at his friend's pleasant face. Spencer leaned in close as he came inches between Dante's. His hand gripped hard onto the pillow as Spencer gave a heavy sigh.

"Why aren't you dead. Things could've been so much easier if you were..." Spencer said softly, gazing with such callous spirit at Dante who obviously couldn't hear him. Spencer continued.

"You've been a pain in my ass since day one. Oh, how much I would give to see you suffer in misery and darkness forever, you little prick. I would absolutely love it. But that can't happen, because we live in such a hippie ass town." Spencer pulled away and leaned back to the wall with his arms crossed. "That's why I had to get you away from town, even if it means waiting so many fucking years for you to get your own Pokemon. Then I would have the chance to end with you and your pathetic life. But it seems like I can't have nice things."

There was a fragile, weak cry and Spencer turned his head over to spot Kenny awake and sitting up on the bed. It glared at Spencer, already hearing most of his confession. He growled.

"And you, you little fuck! Stay out of my way and there's gonna be no problem, you fucking hear me! Or I'll do to you just as I do to your little friend soon." Spencer threatened as he made his way back to his bed. Kenny watched him, ears perked up and tail swaying in the air.

He then got up and skipped over to Dante's torso. Yawning, He laid down right on top of his chest and watched as Dante breathe peacefully. On the other side Spencer already went back to sleep, but Kenny still looked to him just in case. Then, with a happy grin on his face, he tucked himself in and fell asleep. Listening to the sound of Dante's much alive heartbeat, enjoying it as long as the time they have together.