Hello again, my fans and friends! I'm so unbelievably sorry about posting about a week later than I told you I would. I had a ton of issues while writing this chapter though; family issues, internet problems, it was freaking ridiculous! It's done though, and now here is the second of the Johto Elite Four!
Thanks to my friend Smurfy021 for submitting this OC to me, go check him out! He is absolutely fantastic in his works, and I honestly wish I could be as good a writer as he is.
Also, no sex in this chapter. Sorry for you horny fiends, but this chapter I felt like sweet little Brenda needed to have her sweetness stifled by rough, crazy sex yet... keyword being yet.
One last thing: Review my readers! I do honestly care about what you think of my story and I'd love to hear what you have to say about it! But not you flamers and trolls... you can leave... Anyways, enjoy the second Elite Four: Brenda!
Along the side of the lake that many knew as the Lake of Rage walked a girl. She would argue that she was an adult as she was 19, but she still looked much like a younger teenager, being rather short for her age. That was, apart from her C-cup breasts which seemed to contradict her youthful appearance. Her name was Brenda, and she totted a small backpack over one shoulder, and she grunted as she moved it up her shoulder. She ran a hand through her shoulder-length black hair, a smile on her face. Her skin was a light brown, the primary reason for which she had received the nickname of 'Mocha.'
Her body shivered as the cool breeze ran through the air, and she adjusting the black rimmed glass that sat upon her nose and she reached down with one hand to pull the white t-shirt she wore back down over the back end of her jeans. Her top had spaghetti straps, something that many found attractive because it allowed a bit more of her cleavage to be revealed. The pattern that layered shirt was one that was tribal, seemingly to be a lot like the symbols and words found within the ancient Ruins of Alpha.
She stopped as something penetrated her ears, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she concentrated on the mysterious noise that slowly grew and grew in volume. Her eyes widened as it became loud enough for her to tell what it was. It was beautiful, soft singing that waved through the air with a mind of its own, wrapping around Mocha's heart and pulling at its strings. She walked thoughtlessly towards the origin of the music, her body following its own wish to find the source of this beautiful melody.
She pushed through into the clearing and found a man sitting on the stump of a tree in the center. Though she couldn't focus on him, she didn't care in the slightest as the song swept through her, its lyrics filling her body and mind. Around the man sat Pokémon of all kinds, all of which sat and listened peacefully. Mocha sat down beside an Ursaring who had lain down on his stomach, his head laid upon the ground to listen.
She laid her body against the Ursaring, who simply shifted to allow Mocha to be more comfortable. She felt the man's song take on a more meaningful tune, and tears began to flow down her face as she listened to the beautiful but sad song.
It spoke of beaches, whose sands had been taken away, and all that was left was broken stone. It spoke of being terrified every day, of the loss of the ones you love, and the struggles to overcome the darkness in your life. As the man's singing slowed to an eventual end, Mocha had tears running down her face freely. She sat up and clapped when it was over. The Pokémon at the front nuzzled the man before they went on their way.
Now that she could more easily focus on him, and was able to examine him. The first thing that caught her eye was his pure white hair that seemed to glow in the sunlight that shone onto him. His eye slowly opened, revealing themselves to be a deep blue, much like the open ocean. He smiled at her, his mouth turned upwards in a calming and sweet smile. At it, Mocha is unable to control herself further and rushes forward and hugged him, tears running freely. The man was surprised at it but returned the hug, blushing a bit as her breasts pushed against him. Her voice came out, though it was high pitched from sadness. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard..."
He smiled and pushed her back, holding her at arm's length with his hands on her shoulders, blushing a little. "Nobody was supposed to be around the lake right now..." Now that she was apart from him she was able to get a much better look at him.
She wiped her eyes as they down his body to examine the rest of him. Pulling her eyes away from his shining hair and stunning blue eyes, she had her eyes rove down his body to look at his clothing and figure. Around his neck was a bunched up bandana that wrapped around under his ears and behind his head, and connected to a completely black hood that hung behind his head. The hood was attached to a slim sleeveless shirt that fit him well, revealing a muscular body and showing off his muscle tone.
He wore a pair of grey jeans that wit almost perfectly to his legs, only barely hanging loose around his ankles. On his hip was a small pouch that Mocha could only assume held the man's Pokémon, for he had the appearance of a trainer. Her feet, though, surprised him. They were black in color, but Mocha frowned as she saw that they were shoes that had toes instead of a rounded front, giving the appearance of being barefoot but still wearing shoes.
As she returned her gaze to his face she stood staring at him silently for a moment before she burst out with, "Holy shit, you're fucking sexy!" As she realized what she said her face became bright red, and she covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Ohgodohgodohgod, I'm so sorry!" She bounces on her heels up and down rapidly, freaking out a little bit that she had blurted out such an out of place comment.
Luke laughed, shaking his head with a wide smile on his face. "Oh no, it's fine! Don't worry about it, it's all fine." Mocha took a deep breath, relaxing herself as she looked at him. Her eyes suddenly narrowed as she examined him, stepping forward close to him, her hand reaching up to scratch her chin. "You look really familiar, have we met before...?"
The man's eyes widen slightly, and he smile nervously, taking a step back from her and scratching the back of his head as he chuckled nervously. "I, uh, get that a lot... I guess I'm just a familiar face..." He glances from side to side as she takes another step forward, a bead of sweat running down his neck.
Mocha's eyes shoot wide open and she covers her mouth, staring in shock at the man who stared down at her in worry. "Oh... Oh Arceus! Y-your L-Luke A-Angelos aren't you?!" Her voice began to raise in pitch, and Luke groaned, his body slumping and his head drooping as the dark skinned girl in front of him began to rock back and forth on her heels as she met this Johto celebrity.
Luke was the son of the Johto Champion Eon, and as such was an acclaimed celebrity because of his parentage. He was reportedly training with the Janine; the Fuscha Gym Leader, to become a Ninja. He was currently single as his Girlfriend had broken up with him because she was tired of being mobbed by his Fans. Luke was a sort of surrogate for Eon as he was single and Lucy; Luke's mother and wife of Eon, had literally kicked a few overzealous fans of Eon away from him.
Mocha was breathing fast, amazed that the star and, admittedly, one of the boys she imagined in her fantasies was standing in front of her and was actually TALKING to her! It was an absolute dream come true!
Luke sat back on the log, rubbing his face as he realized that he had been found out and he was not happy with this fact. Mocha dropped her hands down in front of her and clasps her hands together, lowering her head and suddenly becoming incredibly nervous around this attractive and well-known trainer. Luke looked up at her and sighed, shaking his head. "Relax, please... I'd rather not have you screaming fan-girl or nervous girl who is too shy to talk to me."
Mocha relaxed, sitting down in front of him, kneeling down with her hands on her knees. She took a deep breath, sighing. "I-i'm sorry, it's just... You're the subject of every girl's fantasies!" She blushes again and raises her hands to squeal and apologize but Luke raised his hand and pointed at her, narrowing his eyes. "No. Not again." She lowered them, blushing at the annoyed expression he wore.
He sighed, sliding to the ground and leaning against the stump as he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, It's just I never get any peace or quiet without the Arceus-damned paparazzi or fans that freak out when they see me. The only place I can get away from it is at the Dojo, and there I have to train constantly and learn almost non-stop..." She listens intently, her head tilting to the side as she listened to Luke talk about his problems to her.
Luke suddenly opens her eyes and looks at her intently, looking at her with careful, examining eyes. "You're... Listening to me?" She nods, smiling over at him. "Of course I am! And I understand completely, life is tough for anybody but for you it must be especially difficult." He blinked at her uncomprehendingly at the young girl who did not scream at the sight of him, or immediately ask for a picture or for him to talk to her friends.
He sat up cross-legged, turning to her and he smiled at her, starting to relax in her presence. "So, you know me and my name but I don't know yours." Mocha blushed, scratching the back of her head and looking at the ground. "I-i'm Brenda, but everybody calls me Mocha... b-because of my skin." Luke nodded, smiling. "Well, I think since you are the nicest fan of mine I've literally EVER met, there has to be some questions you have for me."
She looks up at him, nervous to even open her mouth for fear of blurting out something perverted in front of Luke. "U-um... Who was y-your first Pokémon?" Luke laughed loudly, craning his head back and closing his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably. Mocha shifted nervously, looking down in shame thinking she had said something stupid.
Luke wiped his eyes, still chuckling as he shook his head. "Oh... Oh... N-no, I'm sorry about that... I've literally never been asked that question before." She looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion. "But you're a trainer aren't you? Don't people ask you questions concerning you as a trainer?"
Luke shakes his head, his face falling and Mocha felt sympathy for this star of the Johto region. "No, never... It's always 'What's your number,' and 'are you single,' and my personal favorite: 'Where do you live?"
He shakes his head, and looks up at her and breaks into a smile. "But anyways, back to your question. The first Pokémon I ever got actually tried to kill me." Mocha gasped, covering her mouth in shock. Luke nodded, laughing at her reaction to his comment.
He pulled a Pokeball out of the small pouch on his side and smiles as he sends out the Pokémon inside. Mocha's eyes widen as the purple snake coiled itself up and looked at her with intense, cold eyes. Before her lay the enormous serpent that was known for hundreds of deaths and was a terror that plagued the minds of those who had been attacked by them. It was an Arbok, its head swaying back and forth slowly as it stared intently at the human who kneeled before it.
The mark that adorned its chest slithered and molded the pattern changing as she stared intently at it. Mocha was mesmerized by the slow swaying and changing mark, her body swaying in time with the Arbok's.
Just as suddenly as she had been mesmerized, her mind returned to reality in a flash as Luke's hand dropped down from above the Arbok's head and smacked him down, Luke's face chiding. "Arbok! We talked about this, relax yourself!" Luke sighed as Arbok completely curled up, looking up at Mocha intently. "I'm sorry; he's rather hostile to newcomers. Took a couple years before the bastard actually trusted me enough to let me feed him by hand." As he said this he scratched along the back of Arbok's head, and his tail spasmed a little bit, twitching back and forth and his eyes half-closing in bliss at the feeling of the nail across his scales.
Mocha stared at the poison Pokémon in wonder, amazed that this Pokémon was curled up before her and not assaulting her. She had seen a few in the wild but they were so dangerous out there that Trainers are warned of their presence in areas they frequent, and are told to run as soon as you spot one. One thing came unbidden to her mind but she is unable to stop herself as she blurts it out: "Do they really have two penises?" Her eyes widen as what spilt unbidden from her mouth.
Luke smiled disarmingly, chuckling a little. "You're rather lewd aren't you?" Her blush deepened and her head sunk down even further, closing her eyes in shame. "Ah it's fine, don't worry. Yeah they do actually, kinda weird but he does have the others on my team to keep him satisfied if need b-" He stopped as Arbok's head shot upwards, spinning around to face behind his master. He hissed, his head swaying and Luke shot up and turned to where Arbok faced and crouched, raising his fists defensively. "Get behind me Mocha."
Mocha stood up, and she steps back as the trees seemed to part as several Pokémon stalked forward. Mocha bit her lip as several Ariados and Scisor walked forward. They were both known as apex predators and Mocha knew that one Arbok couldn't fight off five Ariados and two Scisor. Luke opened his mouth to speak but Mocha runs forward, throwing her pokeball's into the air. "Come on out everybody, we have a problem!" They opened and released her team, who stood in a semi-circle around her.
In front of her and side by side stood Alakazam and Gengar, who stood in front of an Ariados and the two Scisor. They looked at one another and nodded before they began to move towards the three Pokémon. On one side is Xatu and Mismagius, Xatu flying up and around Mismagius' head as she floated toward the two Ariados on the other side. On the other is Dusknoir and Espeon, who walked right towards the two Ariados before them menacingly.
Mocha shouted out quickly, waving her hand out and across her. "Take them down, quickly! Alakazam used Psychic, his eyes glowing wide as the three Pokémon before him were stopped completely. Gengar then floated right up in front of them and used Hypnosis, pushing the Pokémon into a deep slumber. Alakazam then threw them back into the forest and they turned to either side to see their friends deal with their opponents.
Xatu used Future Sight as Mismagius used Psywave. The two Ariados jumped but were caught midair by Xatu. He held them still as Mismagius used Inferno on the two bugs before tossing them into the forest as well. Dusknoir disappeared into the ground, looking around as Espeon bombarded them both with a Psybeam attack, and they stumbled back, smacking into Dusknoir who stood behind them and looked down with disdain at them. Dusknoir picked them up and smashed them together, knocking them out before tossing them casually over his shoulder.
This all happened in a split second and Luke's eyes were wide in amazement that Mocha's team was so coordinated and skilled. As he smiled widely though, he shouted in surprise as the entire team was gripped in the blue light of psychic energy. They were all repeatedly bashed into the ground as they were knocked out, and Mocha returned them all, hugging her pokeball's to her as she stepped back as a yellow monster pushed through the forest. It was a Hypno, wearing the traditional mad grin that they usually wore and the pouch on his crotch bulging as all Hypno's do, as they had the largest of all non-rock/steel type members.
Mocha shivered in fear, her eyes wide in recognition of the monster before her. "Hello there Brenda... Missed me?" She stepped farther back, shaking in fear as the bulge grew larger against the monsters crotch. "I'm glad you do... You abandoned me and finally I can get my revenge on your sexy little ass..." He leaned his head down and forward, tilting as he grinned with pure insanity and his eyes filled with malice. "I'm going to rape you until you beg for more, and then I'm going to break your mind and make you my eternal sex slave... I'll even kill your Pokémon as I fuck you, make you watch as I cum into you and make you scream in pain..."
He stopped suddenly as Luke stepped forward, Arbok curled around his side. His eyes were wild with rage and he growled at the demonic yellow Pokémon that stood before him. "You will leave her alone you sick fucker!" Hypno laughed his head tilting back as he shook with amusement. "You think you can stop me?! I won't even fight you; I'll just break your mind too. Might be nice to have a male sex-slave, you never know." His eyes glowed a dark blue, a deeper and more evil color than the usual light blue psychic type emitted.
Mocha screamed out in warning at Luke but nothing seemed to happen, Hypo's brow furrowing as he increased the psychic energy he was using on this mortal human in front of him. As he doubled and then tripled the amount of energy assaulting the young man's mind, the glow of psychic energy flowing off him becomes brighter, becoming blinding before extinguishing out completely. Mocha looked in confusion and wonder at Luke, amazed that this star of the Pokémon world was able to withstand such energy from one of the most powerful non-legendary psychic Pokémon on existence.
Hypno roared, tilting his head back as his howl of anger and rage split the nearly silent air. He looked back down at Luke and cracked his neck, several loud pops ringing from him. "If I can't break your mind, I'll break your body!" He sprinted forward and jumped, bringing his arm back to strike at the trainer in front of him.
Mocha shut her eyes, unable to watch for the fear that Luke might be torn limb from limb by the powerful psychic Pokémon he fought. The sickening crunch of splitting bone never came, and Mocha cracked her eyes open a little to peek out and she beheld Luke standing in front of her, Hypno's fist stopped dead in an impact with a purple shield on Luke's arm. Mocha opened her eyes fully in confusion at what lay upon his arm and she gasped out in surprise and shock. Wrapped around his arms and moving over the back of Luke's neck was his Arbok, its head up and acting like a shield on his right arm to stop Hypno's attack. Luke's face-mask was up; wrapping up around his mouth and nose, though his eyes shone with pure and unbridled rage, something that scared Mocha a little as she looked at him.
Hypno growled in anger and brought his arm back for another punch, but as he did Luke spoke, his foot pushing back into the dirt. His voice was easily heard, surprising considering his mouth and nose were covered. "Ninja Combat Style: Unchivalrous Knight-Lethal" As the words left his mouth, Arbok's tail glowed a dark purple color and flattened out, the tip sticking straight out. Luke held his Arbok's tail like a sword, pulling it back and slashing it in a wide sweep around at the burly yellow psychic's stomach.
The evil Pokémon sucked in a deep breath of air, its stomach pulling inwards as his chest puffed out, the poisoned tail passing mere centimeters from his soft belly, a slash that would have done serious damage to the Hypno. As the blade moved away from him he began to relax, his stomach pushing out again.
Hypno's eyes widen as Luke spun around, using the blade as momentum. He shot his leg out once he was aimed at him, his foot slamming into him with fierce power, causing him to groan in pain as the foot twisted as it impacted on his stomach, twisting his skin around at it slammed into him. Hypno doubled over, stumbling back as he clutched at his stomach. Luke dropped his foot down, pushing it into the dirt and raising his right arm, leveling Arbok's head and pointing him at the Pokémon that had threatened the beautiful young girl behind him.
Arbok's jaw dropped, and from the gaping maw of the reptilian Pokémon shot tiny needles of solidified poison. Several dozen were released, flying out one after another at high speeds. Hypno had raised his head, though, and caught a glimpse of the first needle sharp spike as it exited from the wide-open mouth of the purple 'shield'. He raised his arm to defend himself and the spears of poison stabbed into the side of his arm, a line of the spikes on his arm.
He shouted in pain, grabbing at his arm as he felt the poison enter his system, the skin around each of the slivers bubbling and melting from the pure toxicity that this lethal attack exhumed. As the palm of his other hand slammed into his arm, several of the little poison needles stabbed up into it, poisoning his other arm and melting the skin there as well.
Hypno's arms fell limp at his sides, the poison rapidly flowing through his blood-stream and numbing the nerves in both his arms. He stumbled back, staring at Luke with hatred unlike any Mocha had ever seen before. She screamed in fear at the expression of rage that shown on his face. She had nearly pissed herself at the sight of the Pokémon's face and she stepped back, holding her arms and shaking in fear.
Luke's legs shot back, throwing him forwards and up, leaping at Hypno and smashing into the "Psychic Demon" Pokémon's face with his kneecap, blood spurting from its nose as it fall back to the ground. Luke retracted his knee quickly, stepping back as he aimed Arbok's head at Hypno's face, blood running down the yellow Pokémon's face.
Luke's voice was calm, and he spoke clearly even through the face-mask that shielded his face from view. "Your appearance must be as your mind is: twisted." Arbok opened its mouth once again, and from the maw that blanketed Hypno's now focused vision came a spray of the most painful thing he had ever experienced; Acid.
As the first drop hit his cheek, Hypno's eyes widened. The touch of the tint droplet lit his body up with the most unbelievable amount of pain, the skin it touched melting away and distorting the skin. As more and more of the lethally potent acid landed on his face he screamed, both physically and mentally.
His scream pierced through the acid pouring onto his face and down his throat, the pure terror, pain, and volume of it scattering Pokémon around for miles. Mocha fell back, her eyes wide and a tear running down her face as she couldn't help but feel sorry for the monstrous creature, even though it had tried to attack and rape her minutes beforehand.
Then the mental scream came, something Mocha had never felt in her entire life. It came out at her filled with unbelievable power and rage, the pain following in wave after wave of psychically charged mental energy. She fell to her knees, holding her head as she tried to block the scream from her head, holding her head as she cried out in pain at the energies that assaulted her mind.
Luke growls, his eyes glowing a bright blue as he impales his Arbok's tail into the Hypno's stomach, the blade easily piercing his yellow skin and pushing its way through and melting the skin, flesh, and organs it touched. He yanked out the bloodied tail, a trail of blood following after the tail before it fell back onto the Hypno's body.
The gargantuan Pokémon began to shimmer, his body dissipating in the air before disappearing entirely as the grievously wounded Pokémon teleported itself away from the location. As it disappeared, Mocha felt the strain upon her mental defenses disappear and she relaxes completely, her body slumping to the ground in relief.
Luke returned Arbok and pulled down his mask as he kneeled down beside Mocha, putting an arm around her and helping her up. "Hey... Are you alright?" She hugged him, her body shaking in fear as she buried her face into his chest. She clenched her hands into his shirt and cried. Luke put his arms around her and held her, smiling sadly down at the young and beautiful girl he held protectively in his arms.
She pulled back, wiping her eyes and nodding. "Y-yeah... Thanks." He smiled down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You did fantastic. You handled all of those Pokémon on your own, not once losing your cool."
She smiled a little, blushing in embarrassment at the praise. "You stepped in, though." He shook his head, reassuring her. "Only when your Pokémon couldn't fight any more." She looked down at her belt, running a hand along the pokeball's hanging there.
He patted her shoulder and stepped back, bowing to her. "I must be off, and you should head to the Pokémon Center to heal your team." He took her hand and kissed it, smiling lightly at her blush before raising his mask up to cover his nose and mouth.
He handed her a small piece of paper and nodded to her. "If you ever need help or someone to talk to, use that." He spun around in place walked into the forest, his figure disappeared into the trees, and not a trace of him was to be found.
She looked down to see a phone number on the paper and giggled madly, holding the paper to her. She couldn't believe she got the phone number of the Champions son! Her head leaned back and she closed her eyes, imagining him calling her and asking her out to some fancy restaurant, and... She shook her head, smiling as she remembered she needed to get to the Pokémon Center.
She walked out from the forest, the paper still clutched to her chest and the smile still wide on her face. As she walked from the tree line, movement from the corner of her grabbed her attention. She turned and gasped, a hand flying up to cover her mouth as her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.
Sprinting across the surface of the lake was Luke, something she could tell not only from the mask around his face and the clothing he wore, but from the silver hair that shimmered and danced in the sunlight. As she watched him cross the river at a run she was startled at the pace he ran, moving across swiftly and without hesitation or misstep. As he reached the other side of the Lake he continued to run on the land and into the forest, disappearing without a trace.
She bit her lip, not sure how to react to such a figure being able to sprint across water like a Surskit. She shook her head and sat down, pulling her sketchbook from her bag and beginning to draw furiously, capturing a moment lost in time that she felt she had to preserve.
As the sun began to descend from the sky she stood, looking down upon her finished work and a tear came to her eye from the beauty of it. It depicted Luke running across the water, droplets of liquid spattering his nose and his hair shimmering and shining. The look of determination in his eyes surprised Mocha as she had not even seen that in his eyes when she began drawing, but she smiled at the work in her hands and closed her book. She turned to the Pokémon Center and walked off smiling.
As Mocha's form left the lake, Luke emerged from the trees, having hidden and watched her until she left, studying her carefully. He walked to the lakeside and smiled widely as a Garados rose from the depths of the Lake and looked down at him. Luke placed his hand on its scales and rubbed it as he spoke to the leviathan before him. "That was great Garados, it did work after all." He reached into his pocket with his free hand as he rubbed Garados, pulling out a cell-phone and flipping it open. He tapped a key and quickly dialed a number, raising the phone to his ear. "...Hey dad! Yeah, I found mine... Yeah, I'll tell you about her next time I see you. Also, thanks for the tip about Garados; he really pulled it off damn well!"
He removed his hand from Garados and grabbed a Pokeball from the pouch on his side, returning the massive Pokémon. "...Alright, I'll head to Mistress Janine as soon as I can. You sure you can't tell me what it's about?" He sighed rubbing his head and nodding. "Right, I love you dad... Bye."
He closes the phone and smiled, returning it to his pocket as he walked back into the trees. He disappeared into them again, and the Lake sat calmly again, the Pokémon beginning to swim to the surface and returning to their natural locations as the Pokémon in the forest resumed their normal activities after the day's excitement.