Chapter 4: A fight for survival.

I looked in terror at the emotionless pokemon in front of me. I didn't know whether golett usually had no souls or if they had stripped this one of its. It raised its arms and charged forth. I sprang into survival mode and ran like hell.

"Oh come on now John, you're only delaying the inevitable. Don't run, fight back! Or else we'll have to schedule a second trial." I heard Slater say through the intercom. I decided to take his advice by running around and facing the golett. I didn't know exactly how to, but I tried to use some sort of Psychic move, Confuse at the least, on the pokemon in front of me. Apparently, it worked, because Golett struggled in pain. It soon got up though, and rushed in front of me sooner than I could act. Its fist glowed black as it gave me a good Shadow Punch straight to the forehead. I flew across the room and hit the wall. Its Iron Fist ability wasn't helping the matter.

I looked towards the ghost-type and suddenly my eyes flashed. I saw it getting hit with a huge wave of Psychic energy before getting snapped back to reality. I barely avoided being hit by a Mega Punch." Did I just use Future Sight?" I thought. I looked back at my opponent and realized wondering was getting me nowhere. I had to hurry before it could recover from its missed attack. I focused my energy and released a Psybeam from the gem in my head. Golett turned around and was struck directly in its face. It stunbled forward as the wave of energy I saw before appeared from behind it and rushed over it, bringing it right towards me. I had one last opportunity to end this, and I took it.

I built up energy into my claws and unleashed a Shadow Claw directly into Golett's back. When it finally landed, its eyes were closed and it looked faint.

"No longer able to continue. Mission accomplished; fighting abilities analyzed. Opponent is survival focused and relies on small openings." Golett lied on the ground talking. It eventually got back up and walked out of the room like nothing had happened.

"Thank you John. I believe we have what we need. Be seeing you John, you'll soon have a face to stick to the name Slater. Don't you worry. And you're welcome for granting you life."

"I never agreed to this! You won't get away with this, I swear! Besides, you never got my permission in writing, did you?" I asked, getting all technical with these illegal wierdos.

"What are you gonna do John? Sue us? Hahaha! I'd love to see that. Call me when that works out!"

And just like that, a grunt was there to once again cage me and bring me back to the holding pen. Gueswho was waiting for me, none other than my new best friend in the world, Croconaw. Our reunion was glorious and saliva filled. Those steroids made a huge difference. I was in a living hell.