A list of funny Pokemon logic I've noticed awhile ago.
Can't go around a tiny tree blocking the road, gotta use cut.
Can't swim in the water like everyone else, gotta use a water Pokemon.
Can fit a bike and a fishing pole into a tiny purse, along with other large, space consuming items.
Can't run without running shoes on.
Legendary Pokemon can run in their sleep. (Heart gold/Soul silver _)
Can ride a bike down a large flight of stairs.
A Skitty can mate with a Wail lord.
One Pokemon battle can teach a villain a life lesson, apparently.
I have more, but I want to continue the list in the next chapter, because it's too long, unfortunately... o_O and it also includes stuff from the animation.
Enjoy, and I want to give a special thanks to Noizy Puppy for all the support and motivation I gained from you since day one. ~Thanks Hon!
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Chapter 06- The glass cannon
Kenny had a panic attack, from what the nurse told me. Something must have triggered his nervous system and that's when he went berserk. I suppose it had nothing to do with the necklace, though it was strange. I stayed with him until the evening, and the professor suggested that we stay the night since Kenny was making a slow recovery. There was no option of sleeping on the floor of the Pokemon center, unfortunately.
Outside was a dark blue, almost a lighter shade of black even, covered in little sprinkles of white that illuminated in the sky. People walked in and out, however as the evening deepened with the air turning more chillier, less people visited the center, until there was absolutely no sign of anyone outside, with the exception with a few people walking by back to their houses, puffing out white smoke into the freezing atmosphere.
I sat on in the waiting room, with my knees to my chest and my arms wrapped protectively around it. The lights inside began to flicker until it blacked out, darkening parts of the center. The kindly nurse with magenta pigtails was already turning off the machines as she prepared for her trip home. The shop keepers have already left and the only one in the building is just her, I and a few Pokemon sleeping over for recovery. I watched quietly in the dark corner of the room as she stepped out of the reception area.
I could've yelled out, telling her that there was one person left here, but in all honesty, I did not want to go back to the laboratory. What if Kenny wakes up during the middle of the night? I have to be there for him, no matter what. She looked around for a bit, but luckily, the only functioning light in the center was a small bulb hanging in the front of the door. Everywhere else was shrouded in darkness. She sighed softly for a bit and walked out of the center, gently locking it before she disappeared into the streets. Now, if anything, it was my fault that I didn't speak, and Spencer's gonna be bat-shit mad at me.
I didn't have my Xtransciever with me, so I couldn't call or text him, and neither Spencer or Victor knew where I was. But I didn't mind. I was relaxed here, without any conflicting arguments going on between the two so it was a good night's rest. The center vibrated due to the overnight heaters and I closed my eyes, listening to their gentle sound. Sleepy almost, my head swayed a bit and I leaned down softly on the row of chairs next to me. Luckily, all were cushion tops and had a rubbery surface.
If I wasn't so lazy, I'd be back at the lab, probably preparing for tomorrow's trip. But, being me, there' so much stuff to do, and honestly, I need a break. Let Spencer do the packing for once! He's just about, if not more lazier than I am. He still owes me for the broken window, though I failed to remind him. I now wonder if he's mad or worried I'm not back at this time. Most likely pissed, since I left him a butt load of shit to do all by himself.
I laid back for a couple of hours, unable to fall asleep since I had a heavy case insomnia, so I instead stared up at the ceiling above. Some of the ceiling fans whirled around for a bit, then stopped as if some of the leftover electricity wasn't getting through. I watched as they turned and turned, then paused before starting again. Then, the faint rumble of a vehicle approached and I lifted my head to see a headlight shining through the glass door and into the center. Did that nurse leave something behind? I rubbed my eyes in fatigue and pushed myself up onto the seat, as the car's engine stopped.
I paused when the sound of it's side door slamming, followed with a pair of footsteps tapping softly on the concrete. Maybe she came back with the shopkeeper? The collection of angry grunts and rambling can be heard outside, and if I know anything about voices, they certainty don't sound like a kind nurse or elderly shopkeeper. More like men. Angry, impatient, violent men, who sound like they would rip a boy's head off his shoulders if the chance was given. And they were coming closer.
Shit! I gotta hide somewhere! I thought as I jumped up from my seat and frantically looked around for a place to hide, especially since the shadows of the men grew closer and closer with their loud arguing increasing. When my eyes landed on the reception desk next to the PC box, I sprinted forward and dashed under the desk, squirming into the dark corner of the table as the sound of keys shook and rattled around in the keyhole.
Click! The door was pushed open, almost aggressively with such confidence as the mysterious folks walked in, and from my knowledge, are breaking into the center from the sound of their drunk, almost wasted voices. Nurses don't get drunk. Or are not allowed to. I leaned over from under the table and took a peek of what I was dealing with here, since I didn't wanted to be found in the middle of a robbed hospital, with no other suspect in sight. Police are utterly useless in the Pokemon world unless the actual thing they are searching for is right there, in front of them. Then the officer Jennys can just take me in without so much as a sweat. I leaned my head over and looked from under the table.
Dear. Mother. Of. Arceus.
Now. If I took a step back and rewind to the events of yesterday with the festival. The part with the me, bumping into that big scary guy with his biker gang would be the part I would stop at and compare to the what I was seeing here. There's no comparison...
It's the same angry bastard from before. Oh what joy.
I quickly pulled away, and hid back under the table, almost shivering like shit as the gang's boss (his shirt still has the soda stain) stepped into the center with the most angriest look I've ever seen, like fucking bull during a bull fight who just saw the fighter's red cape. I started to hyperventilate as he approached the desk and leaned against the side, right where I was hiding. Our shoes are basically few fucking inches apart from each other! He could just lean over a bit on the right, looking under the desk and spot me! But he didn't. He just stayed there, and waited for the rest of his scary muscular gang to come inside.
The last person came through and the door was firmly shut, with him locking it to ensure no one could enter. Or escape. Oh, god. I've should've walked out when I had the chance, really. I listened with an eerie passion as the men rather around him, all are so fucking close to where I was hiding. Their shadows stretched across the wall in front of me and I cringed as the boss man cleared his heavy ass throat.
"Shit. This better be the right place, now. I hate goddamn Pokemon centers. Hate' em! Useless piece of taxpayer's money and everyone who work here are such pussies," he says with the most ignorant, unintelligent, stupid-ass comment I've ever heard. I almost laughed out loud, but kept it inside because he was right there. Right there! A little guy, real shorty, but big on the steroids curtly nodded and the big guy appeared content. Hopefully content enough...
He shifted over and almost stepped on my fingers with his muddy ass boots, and I crouched over a bit to the right to avoid him spotting me. They followed him, into the infirmary room, where the injuried Pokemon laid for an overnight rest. That's where Kenny is too. I wonder if their here to kidnap some poor kid's Pokemon...shit.
I slowly crawled out from under the table once the entire group disappears behind the doors of the infirmary room. I stood up properly once their footsteps faded away as they walked down the hallway. I watched them and felt my legs, skinny little things, started to move on it's own. I didn't even make an attempt to stop them, I just went along with it, because if these guys even lay a finger on Kenny. I will overcome from my pussy persona and shit will go down. I fucking mean it. Even if they are all 6'4'' feet.
The doors was the swing-through type that was lifted a couple inches from the ground so they made no sound. I shifted through and saw that the big guy's gang was standing, all cuddled up at the end of the hall, looking into a particular window of a room. Kenny's room was somewhere down that hall, and I hoped they weren't checking him out. One of the men turned towards my direction—and like a fucking ninja, I ducked into one of the rooms next to me and they didn't notice a fucking thing.
I tumbled around on the ground, but luckily controlled my movements so it made no audible sounds. There was a bunch of curtains hung on the ceiling, surrounding a small area in the corner of the room. It was slightly see through, so I could see a small hospital bed there—small enough for a medium size Pokemon. I could see it's yellow spiky fur through the white-translucent curtain, and I could also see a large figure sitting next to it on a chair. It was slumped in it's seat, appearing as though it's arms were crossed and it's head was hung low. The figure was a sleeping person.
Oh. So I suppose they didn't check everyone in the center before closing down, huh? I could hear his slight snoring and so, I had to get down into sheath mode and had to scoot quietly over to the other side of the curtains to see who it was. It felt wrong. I was suppose to be checking up on Kenny, but why was I checking up on some random boy? Perhaps dangerous levels of curiosity ran in the family, though both my folks were long gone before I had the ability to open my eyes.
I scooted forward, flinching now and then when he moved a bit in his sleep, especially to the lightest sound I made. I guess he wasn't a heavy sleeper, which was bad for me, since I am limited to fucking ninja powers, apparently. When I was able to shift over to the other side of the curtain, I could see that it was a kid, somewhere my age. taller—from the length of his legs—much taller than me. He was wearing a black sleeveless hoodie which was placed over his head, and covered his face as he slept sitting.
He looked familiar...but then again, it's a small town, in spite of the shenanigans of what happened during the festival. I looked to my right and saw that the Pokemon lying on the bed was a Jolteon. It was lying on it's side, wrapped in bandages and scarred with smudges of dirt all over it's fur as if the poor thing fell into a ravine. So many emotions just bouncing around right now and I shifted back to the boy.
I leaned down and peered under his hood. I lifted it up slightly, enough where his whole face was revealed including the few strands of his hair—which was a light blonde. The darkness pretty much hid some part of his face so I had to view in a bit closer look. Karma, or the awkward kind of karma hit me straight in the face when that boy opened his eyes and looked me straight into my own. "You got some beautiful-ass green eyes, man."
He panicked and—this is where the karma comes in. He gives me a fucking strong left jab, right in my face and knocks me back into the curtains, with this loud crash that ensures that the big guy's gang must have heard, and I tumble back onto the ground.
Karma.
The boy stands up, with his fists clenched and his muscles tighten as he comes over to where I am and snatches me by the collar and forces me up upon my knees with his other fist in the air, aimed at my bruised cheeks for another hook to the side. Oh god, fuck my inherited curiosity. I cringe as, putting my hands in front my face until...i notice this guy's face in the light and then an overwhelming realization came onto me.
"VICTOR! Victor, it's me!" I practically scream out and his fist came upon inches to my face.
He stopped midway and stared at me with his large, dark green, hypnotizing pupils as they widened with the same, perhaps more horrifying realization. Victor's lip shuddered and his grip immediately released on me as he stepped back with a face full of regret and guilt. I rubbed my bruise on my cheek.
"D-Dante...I didn't know it was you," he said, with somewhat a heavy, yet down toned voice, that appeared to be sort-of unsettled in ways.
He helped me up and examined my wound, with his cold fingers touching the black spot on my cheek. It surged pain through my face and I cringed. "I'm sorry." He whispers morosely as he pulls back rubbing the back of his neck in utter shame. He shouldn't that ashamed. At least he has some good arm muscles. I nodded since I held nothing against him.
"Why are you here?" I asked, "I thought you would be back at the lab, especially this late at night." Victor bobbled his head over to the bed and was pointing to the injuried Jolteon on the bed.
Jesus. Was that his'? I looked to him and he shifted down back onto his seat, slumping in the same position he was in before. The long hours he must have sat here was beginning to show, especially around his eyes, since there were bags forming under them, Victor rubbed them in response.
"After the whole thing happened with Kenny, I went jogging with Zeus until these... big ass guys, like a gang, stormed across the field and pushed both of us into a large ditch of a construction site," he looked to Zeus, almost with some-sort of pent up anger forming. "I swear, if I catch those guys, I will kill them." I don't blame him, the men he was talking about sounded pretty close to what I was dealing with here. Wait...
I jerked up suddenly, whirling my head towards the door. Victor got up as he started to feel panic rise into the atmosphere. I totally forgot about the gang who invaded the place. Were they still here? What did they wanted from the center in the first place? The long, wispy silence throughout the center answered all of my questions and I felt my heart beat against my ribcage.
"Dante? Dante, where are you going?!" he asked as I raced out of the room, almost tripping on my way.
I ignored him and turned the corner to the end of the hall. There was no one there, and I didn't know where they were, but I don't want to stick around to find out, though. The door at the end was slightly open and the wind was causing the metal frame to scratch across the floor. Though I was relieved that Kenny's room was left undisturbed which meant that they weren't Pokemon thieves. Dante walked out next to me.
"Remember those guys you ran into at the park?" I asked softly as he closed the door behind him gently. Victor nodded. "They're here, in the Pokemon center."
He blinked, somewhat puzzled and quite not gripping on what I just said. "Repeat yourself. What?" I pulled him over in the middle of the hall and I pointed to the open door at the end of the hall, which was labeled "Basement. Personnel only." Then, if listened closely, was the eerie chatter of men below. Victor noticed the subtle detail.
"They're not supposed to be here, are they now?" I shook my head.
We decided to investigate, only for the sake that we have an alibi on where were we the night someone broke into the center, then we would say, "here. Trying to stop the thugs from stealing the smuggled goods because the police are fucking useless." it's more than obvious my long time hate for the law enforcement comes from the part where they couldn't find who killed my old man, but, you can't really blame them, especially if they get paid in fucking donuts and Popsicle sticks.
I allowed Victor to lend since, he probably knew more of the center's layout longer than I do. He's a more experience Pokemon trainer anyways. We headed through the open door and quietly down the stairway, which was pitched black since there was barely a light source around. I couldn't see Victor's expression since he was ahead of me, but I could tell he knew where he was going. But I didn't. The steps were overlooked for years, as it seems and were unstable and uneven. So fragile that a board snapped under the pressure of my foot and I tripped forward. Luckily, my fateful tumble down was stopped when I hands caught onto Victor's shoulders and I mumbled, almost sheepishly. "Sorry." I couldn't see how he reacted, but Victor's hand went over to pat my own signifies something. I'd be stupid to wonder what it means.
The men's voices sounded that they were drifting deeper into the basement and from what Victor is telling me, the basement is as large as a large cargo base since that's where the center gets all of their supplies from. Little did I know, he was right, though I shouldn't question the former, short, twig-skinny, super nerd from school. Former to be subtle about it.
I stood aside as Victor was searching for a light switch on the wall somewhere as we got to the end of the stairs. Echos and large gusts of wind in the unknown. He found the switch and flicked it. One by one, small light bulbs hanging from the far ceiling lit up the room, revealing the large Grey, damp storage area with red metal shelves packed with packaged good and supplies. A clank sound echoed through the room and I looked on astonished. "I didn't know the Pokemon center had a supplement area this big..." I muttered to Victor.
"Yeah, but if you think about it, it makes since due to the numerous amounts of trainers that come here." He replied as we headed down the row of goods, which towered over us and towards the roof, like a giant.
It's not as if I never seen a storage shelf before in my life, but I wasn't given any opportunity being a small town boy, so now, it's all so new to me. Victor merely kept on with content until something stopped us. It was a sound, but was loud, with mixed emotions of rashness and cockiness. Humans.
"I think those guys are in the vault area..." Victor said as he narrowed his eyes, listening to the distant voices, hidden somewhere in the basement.
I could here them too, but since I was unfamiliar with the layout of the center, I couldn't tell where they were coming from. So, past my uselessness, I followed Victor around the room and ended up heading down a narrow damp stretch, which the paint from the walls was peeling off. The center should really take the cleaning ladies down here, Jesus Christ.
"Let's hurry. I want to get back to Spencer before he gets worried. I don't want him to think that I abandoned him, or something like that." I said.
He didn't say anything to me the entire time we walked down the hallway, occasionally, hearing the drip of leaky pipes. He refused to look back at me and I could see his fists clench white. I looked at him almost morosely, hoping he could sense my frustration. Victor halted.
"Dante, can I ask you something?" He asked, refusing to turn around and look at me.
He's mad at something, and like the years we had before, this was his way of showing it.
I remember the time this big guy by the name of Hubbard threw Victor into the trees and some part of his jacket was stuck onto the branches, so was unable to get down. I walked home that day and he tried to call for help, but I didn't hear him. He stayed up there for about five hours before him mother had the firemen get him down. Victor stayed pissed at me for about a week, usually on the verge to fight me if I try to patch things up, though he was small and short back then. Now since Victor's all mature and much taller and manlier than myself now, and I'm afraid he'll snap my neck.
"Sure..." I mumbled sheepishly as I scratched the back of my neck. He slightly looked at me, then back towards the hall. I could almost sense that it was personal.
"Remember how you and your buddy was picking out your starers?" He asked. "Well, I don't know I was hearing things, but I'm sure he said to you that you guys are leaving tomorrow, right?"
"Y-Yeah, we were planning to go today but the thing that happened with Kenny postponed us...why you ask?" I asked cautiously, trying hard not to provoke him. Victor glowered at me, with green eyes, darkening to a dangerous shade of army green. His breathing grew heavy as if trying to contain his anger and Victor's hand clench so hard that it started to bleed. I backed away.
"Ironic. How we didn't see each other for almost a decade and here you are, worrying about abandoning him. Oh, Dante, you're so considerate about your other friend here you're really leaving behind!" He spat out vexed.
"Sorry if you feel that way, but this is something Spencer and I had been really excepting. I would really appreciate it if you respected my decision." I pleaded to him, wanting Victor to see that there was no true malice behind my actions, but he overlooked it.
"Respect you decision?! I do respect anything you do at all, but some of the things you do are pure naivety! You're still a child after all these years aren't you?" I felt some sort of fire rampage around in my stomach and I leaned down and gave him a sick look. Victor was never this offending before and was a kind and gentle boy. But now, I knew that was along time ago, and he's changed now.
"Like that necklace! Back at the cafe, I tried to warn you that there was something off about it, but you didn't listen to me!" He continued on, angrily pacing around the hall. "Why do you think that Kenny freaked out? That thing your friend gave you isn't safe to carry around, but no. You think it is and is ignorant on the matter"
"You're just paranoid because you and Spencer don't get along that's all!" I spat back at him. "I knew Spencer for a long time and he's not the type of guy to do something like that! And if you don't trust him, fine! But don't go accusing my friends of evil!"
"Friends! Well, aren't I your friend?" Victor asked, as he stalked up close to me. I could see how much this situation was affecting him and the weird part was how he began to get more aggressive when he was close to me, as I was unleashing some bad aura that made him feel sick. I shook my head.
"We haven't seen in each other in years, so Spencer replaced you as my friend." I said with brutal honestly. "And I appreciated his company, because it was certainly better than your negativity, that's for sure. And now you're here, already thinking that we made up as friends, despite the decade that split us apart. The thing is, I never did consider you as a friend when we reunited."
He blinked and looked dumbfounded at my words, then shifted to an expression as if I just stabbed him in the stomach and left him to bleed to death. But I was telling the truth. Once a friend leaves you for many years and doesn't come back, one would think that their friendship with that person is over, so I thought we broke up. When we reunited after, it didn't change anything. I never saw him the same light as I did back then and just saw him as an acquaintance. Now he's the enemy.
"So...that's how you feel. After everything we been through together...this is what feeling betrayed must fell like." Victor muttered as he leaned against the gray damp wall who paint was peeling off like snake shedding skin.
We stayed quiet and the only sound the room was the dripping of a leaky pip on the ceiling which dropped every three seconds. There was true melancholy in the air and it was suffocating the both of us. I shifted away, slightly disappointed in myself for offending him. It just got out of hand and I made it worse, but that was not my intention.
"You know what Dante." Victor said, looking up at me as if he just received the biggest Epiphany in his life. "Just go die already."
It was despair. A whirling black hole that kept on sucking any hope or possibility for resolution, deep within the pits of my stomach. It hurt so bad that, physically, i was having a violent stomach ache and clutched onto it, hoping it would go away. Looking up, I saw Victor and knew he had regrets on seeing me this way, nor is showing any signs of taking back his words. He was in content of what he wanted me to do.
Then Victor's image started to become blurry, as if I'd descended underwater. At first I thought it was because being down here in the basement made my head see hallucinations, but then I realized that I was crying. Tears swelled up in my eyes and i felt then drip down my cheeks as Victor looked on, unmoved by my misery. Perhaps i was seeing things, but I'm sure he was smiling as well. I sobbed a bit.
"Funny. How long ago I used to be the crybaby and would weep nights and days because people call me names, and now you're the one doing that." he muttered apathetically, "Now I could see how people call others name. It's such a wonderful sensation."
I stared at him, as if he was utterly insane. That's because he was utterly insane. Totally, out of this world, crazy. Maybe this guy spent way too much time in the military. Victor was smirking sadistically, almost appearing similar to Spencer's expression whenever he's about to give a striking blow to win a Pokemon battle. Softly, I wiped my tears away and tried to regain myself.
"You were much different when we reunited..." I said to him as Victor looked to me.
"That was before you gotten me so pissed at you." He remarked, still pleased with himself on how much power he has over my emotions.
I glowered at him, because I couldn't truly believe that he was acting this way. This behavior was way out of the ordinary for him. He glared back, eyes locked on and anger fully surfacing as it appeared that he reached his limit with me. That's okay. I was as well.
"You're a real bastard, you know that. I'm going to investigate on my own, thank you very much." I grunted angrily as I pushed past him, striding down the hall and refusing to look back at him. All I ever wanted to do was leave this damn town and never see Victor again. He growled from behind me.
"I've done so much for you these past days and this is how you reward me. I don't deserve this, you know."
"Really?" I asked sarcastically, stopping, but refusing to look behind me. I could tell he was still there. "You know, Victor, if you're ignorant enough to think that you don't deserve the cold shoulder, then just go die already."
Victor looked up at me, cold, angry and appeared as though he was about to kill me. His breathing shortened and gripped his teeth together as his bleeding fists clenched tightly, shaking unstably and with violence. His eyes grew to the darkest shade of green and then he said, "No Dante. You go die."
I overlooked his anger because of the fact of how pissed I was able to make him, especially since he, at first had control over my feelings and saw humor through it, so I laughed.
Then I felt someone's hands grip tightly around my neck and started squeezing causing my windpipe to close. Oh god...Someone's choking me, aren't they?!
