An Empath's Pokémon Journey… Chapter 2…

Convenience store Clash!

As we walked towards Pallet Town, we shared a few details of our lives with each other. Rayzr was shocked when I asked him what he was, and why he looked like a dog.

[You mean you've never heard of Pokémon? Sheesh, you must have been

sheltered all of your life to not know about us.]

He stated in disbelief.

I shrugged, saying, with a somewhat firm tone,

"I was in no way sheltered. I had to fight for my life and sanity from the very young age of 8. I faced dangers that 20 year old humans haven't seen, and beat them. I have almost lost my life on no less than 7 occasions. Please do not say I lived a sheltered life."

At that moment a Pokémon that looked like a giant sparrow flew past, and I asked

Rayzr what kind of Pokémon it was.

[That one? That would be a Pidgey. Why do you ask?]

He said with a confused looking face.

I paused for a moment, then said,

"It looked like a huge sparrow to me."

He frowned.

[What the heck is a Sparrow? Is it like a Spearow, or maybe a Swellow?]

I could tell he was confused out of his mind, so I simply said "Forget about it." and we moved on. We reached Pallet Town without problems, but as soon as we got there, we both received stares from the inhabitants, almost as if they had never seen other humans before.

"Jeez, what a welcome." I muttered, and Razyr nodded. After almost 3 minutes of us standing there, everyone went back to their lives, and some old guy with grey hair, brown cargo pants, and a white lab coat shuffled our way, all while smiling with a dazzlingly brilliant white smile.

(How do you get your teeth that bright?) I wondered, but was interrupted by the man.

"Greetings! My name is Professor Oak. Are you here to become a trainer? Most kids your age always dream of being a trainer."

Okay, Note to self: Old men can't see very well.

"Umm… I'm 22, sir. I'm not a child." I stated in a calm voice. He appeared to be slightly startled at this revelation, and hurriedly polished his glasses, muttering something about the wrong prescriptions.

"Also, what is a trainer? I've never heard of 'em before in my life."

He gasped at this information, and stated, "Someone's lived a sheltered life."

I scowled at him, and said:

"No, someone hasn't. Someone did not grow up around here, and someone's name is Alan Johns'son."

He appeared unabashed at my comments, and continued to explain.

"A Pokémon trainer is a person who catches, and then trains Pokémon. A trainer needs 4 items to be officially recognized as a trainer:

A Pokedex, a set of Poke balls, a trainer's card, and a starter Pokémon. I see you already have a starter, so here.

He handed me what looked like a tiny laptop computer, a laminated card, and a set of 5 identical red and white spheres. I took these with much confusion, but I thanked him all the same. I then bid him farewell, and walked around town searching for a store where I could purchase items, until a sign suddenly caught my eye.

"Pokemart…For all of your living needs…" I read aloud. "Sounds promising, don't you think, Razyr?"

[Maybe we can pick up some basic items here... like food.] He grinned.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm hungry too, but we do need some survival tools, like rope and tinder. We can go foraging for food, but we can't go foraging for tools."

Razyr grumbled, but nodded, and we both walked into the Poke Mart.

[Holy mother of Arceus…]

"Holy mother of God…"

We both gasped in amazement at the veritable plethora of items before us…

All of your living needs indeed.

But as soon as we walked into the store, I could tell something was wrong.

Maybe it was the overturned displays that tipped me off.

Perhaps it was the shattered bottles of, (I Assumed), Soda.

But I think the most likely reason was the man in a black ski-mask holding the clerk at knife point… Whose attention had just turned towards me.

This was just not gonna be my day.

"Hey, you! What the hell are you doing here?"

I swallowed, then, deciding to go with bravado, said…

"Well, I WAS just coming to buy some supplies… But now it looks like I'm going to be stopping a convenience store robbery."

The masked bandit laughed at me.

"Really? You honestly think an unarmed kid can take on a fully grown man, let alone a man who has a knife?"

I smirked right back.

"A kid might not be able to. I however, am a 22 year old MAN. One who only looks like a kid, and who has been fighting for years for his life."

As I spoke, I felt a raging anger blaze a path through my mind… a burning fury that seemed to almost be palpable. To my great shock, my arms and hands seemed to glow with a dull light, and then they started to smoke, and finally caught fire with dancing green and blue flames. Oddly, the Fire didn't seem to be able to burn through my shirt, nor did it burn my skin. I stared at it for a moment before continuing.

"I have mastered the art of combat, both armed and unarmed. I have trained my body for survival. I have yet to be beaten in combat, yet you think you can defeat me…? But enough talking…let us see who is the better fighter."

He rushed me as soon as I finished, and he aimed to impale me on his blade. I easily sidestepped his telegraphed blow, and slapped him lightly on the back of the head as he rushed past me. I chuckled.

"Come on, surely you can do better than that. My Grandmother fights better than that."

By now the police force had arrived and they sought to end our fight, but I think my 'Hell-Fire' covered arms made them leery of physically stopping the fight. One of them drew an item that I instantly recognized. It was a stun gun. She aimed it at me, then fired. Almost instinctively, I reached around and grabbed the prongs before they hit me. I then tossed them aside, while saying,

"He started the fight. Please allow me to finish it. This will only take a moment."

She nodded, and then backed away quickly as the Masked Bandit threw his knife at her. I easily plucked it out of the air, and flung it right back at him. It pinned his arm to his side. He roared in pain, and rushed at me with fist raised, attempting to smash my face in. I ducked under his arm, and hit him soundly right beneath his arm. He collapsed to the ground, and writhed in pain, whilst making a strange gargling sound. I dusted myself off, then said,

"I suggest you cease fighting. If you continue, you risk a lot more than a simple collapsed lung. Officers, you may now arrest him."

They stared at me as I turned to a very scared looking Rayzr hiding behind one of the shelves.

"You okay, Rayzr? It's safe now. You can come out."

He crawled out, all the while looking around furtively, shaking, and glowing a dark gray color.

And then he latched onto my leg… With his claws out.

"Ack! Careful, man! That's really starting to hurt!"

[Sorry. I don't like fighting, even when humans are fighting.] Rayzr mumbled.

"Well, I don't like fighting much either, but I will fight for those who can't defend themselves, like that nice lady over there, see? She didn't want to fight, and she could've been hurt badly. I saved her because it was the right thing to do. Also, if anyone were to attack us, it would be a very good idea to have some form of defense, right?" I explained.

[Yeah… I guess it's better to be able to fight and not have to, than to have to fight, and not know how.] He realized.

"Exactly, now you see my point. But as for now, I think that we should go talk to that officer over there."

[Fine… I really don't like this though.] He whined.

"We'll be fine. We haven't done anything wrong." I started to say but was cut off by the female officer who shot the stun gun at me.

"Excuse me, sir, but we need to take you in for questioning."

Damn. This was definitely not gonna be my day.

{End of chapter}