I changed the link to the picture to deviantart so if you have any comments on it just say it there. I bought Castle Crashers(a game on Xbox marketplace) recently so my pace of writing has just been slowed. I only have 22days left on Live and to make things worse, it ends on spring vacation time. Oh well more time for me to find a job and work on this.


Chapter 14: Me and Myself

Knowing full well that this fight would never start if I waited for him to make a move I stepped forward and swung, he did the same and our fists collided. I tried again and again, each with the same result. I threw a roundhouse kick only for him to do the same. This can't be me. If this was me then right now we'd be throwing a barrage of punches and kicks. He swung at me, but unlike him I blocked and tried to counter. He did the same and countered back which I blocked and started the barrage of punches and kicks. This was me, I know that I could never hit myself not because I wouldn't want to, but because I wouldn't be able to. We actually landed a blow to each other's faces in the same spot. Slowed us down a little but not much as we went back to swinging. I didn't notice but he had changed to red and his fists were on fire. I felt each blow burn slightly and that's when I noticed he changed. From then on I had to stop blocking and start dodging, it was only a matter of time before his blows would take me down first.

"No fair! If you're me then why can you change at any time?" I asked while stepping back and avoiding any attacks. He didn't answer, sure he could change at will, but I could still change from contact. My attempts at stealing his color and moves all failed, even when I did make contact. He changed again, I recognized the colors as that of a blaziken's...and that he just kicked me in the gut using blaze kick. I was thrown back, but that didn't stop him from landing some more blows and hitting me straight up into the air. I tried to regain myself and just as I did he grabbed my arm and threw me to the 'ground'. I managed to roll as I hit the 'ground' minimizing any damage that would have been done.

"You need dreams to beat me. You have none therefor you will never win." What did he mean by that? I don't need dreams to do anything, my life was taken away from me. My dreams ended the moment that happened. In this new body all I have to dream for is to be normal. I can't fight in gyms, I can't fight in any tournaments, I can't even fight in trainer battles for the risk of people learning about me. If I choose to be a hero Claus will get arrested for being vigilant, if I choose to be evil I'll be killed and Claus will be arrested for being a criminal. A dream is something I cannot have.

"Dreams are overrated. I can't have one. My life was taken away from me and this new life prevents me from being able to have such dreams because I know what will happen if I decided to follow one. I already lost one life, I'm not going to lose another." I explained. I charged at him only to be held in place by psychic force. He had changed again to something psychic.

"You'll never win like that." He said as he lifted me into the air.

"I'll never know unless I try." I responded while struggling against his psychic hold. I was beginning to really despise psychics. They have cheapass abilities and can hold you back from so far away. I've always hated projectiles even when I could use them.

"I'd expect for you to have caught on by now. How could I have been wrong about myself?" Caught on to what? Theres nothing to catch, no object, no point to be made. I felt a mental shockwave hit me causing my body to ache for a split second.

"Caught on to what? That little statement you made about dreams? What was there to be caught on to? If you're me then you should know why I don't have any. The only thing that will keep me going is the fact that I would bring pain to others if I gave up. Their lives depend on the choices I make. Me giving up will allow those people to preform sick experiments on me which will lead to them learning how to create more efficient versions of this body. A dream is for normal beings. So why should I have a dream when I am not even normal?" I asked. I felt another shockwave, much harder.

"Everyone has dreams." He said and fired another shockwave. This one was much stronger than the others and the effect lasted longer. "Let me put it into words you could understand. Use your head." I am using my head. I always do, even now. I was wondering why couldn't I change at any time and what it would be like if I could.

"I always use my head."

"Then why are you losing?"

"Because you're me, the only things that can beat me are someone who thought first and myself. Wait I'm not losing! You're being a cheapass and using psychic!" I said loudly.

"You're losing because you're to weak to even beat yourself." I hope he realized this was me he was talking about. I know that I'm a lot stronger than the average treecko plus, I have an ability no other pokemon has.

"You're calling me weak?"

"Yeah, I am. You're a weak little emo kid with a fucked up life. You claim that you aren't but everyone knows you are. You don't even smile, you always look pissed. The most anyone has ever gotten out of you was a grin, a cocky grin that only comes out in battle. You show no emotion and never show remorse for your actions. You never cared once for anyone else, not even for those who were close to you. You put on a stern look, but deep down you really aren't. You're just a weak little boy who wants to be accepted." He was right up to the point where he said the look was not me. The more he said the more angry I became.

"My life may have been fucked up. My father may have walked out on us. Sure mom died and everyone hated me. So what if I don't show remorse for my actions or show any emotion? That's all that makes me different. I could care less what others think about me, I'm me and that's all I'll ever be. You call me weak, but I am still here to this day. If I was weak I would have given up and committed suicide years ago, but I didn't. I took the abuse. All it did was make me stronger. No pain no gain, no bullshit no truth. My life was fucked up and I fought through and survived." I broke free of his hold as I said this. "I'll prove to you how strong I am!" I yelled and charged at him. I really hated being called weak. At first we seemed equal to a point but now I was the only one landing blows whether it was blocked or it was a hit. Although those weren't really strong hits just fast ones. He managed to swing back and hit me hard enough to make me twist. Using the momentum of the twist I kicked him in the side, stunning him. Taking this momentary stun I began swinging as hard as I could, each blow caused him to stumble leaving him open to another hit. After hitting him about 10 times I threw a really hard uppercut, harder than I've ever thrown before, which hit him high into the air. I jumped but not high enough so I tried using aerial ace as a second jump, it worked. I grabbed his tail as I flew up but instead of throwing him I carried him to the ground where I slammed him hard.

"Don't EVER call me weak." I said. I kicked in the side again and started to walk away. Only thing is I had no idea where I was going. There was nothing ahead or anywhere. I didn't notice him get up.

"That all you got? I always knew you were just a bitch on the inside." Calling me weak was one thing and I could let it slide without getting mad, but calling me a bitch will instantly piss me off. I stopped walking.

"What did you call me?" Making me mad was one thing, but pissing me off is a health hazard. Your health that is, not mine. I'm not the one who's going to need surgery.

"I called you a bitch." He answered. Big mistake on his end. I felt wind swirling around me which was odd since there had been no wind blowing at all before. The swirling wind had began to pick up leaves from who knows where. The wind began to intensify and more and more leaves spawned.

"You just made a big mistake." I turned around and faced him. He was normal again and had leaves blowing around him too. He fired his leaf storm at me. I however let mine intensify more and waited until his was close. I threw my arms forward and launched my leaf storm. Mine tore through his as if it was never even there and hit him. He took the hit directly and was carried away by it. He disappeared and I calmed down slightly and realized, he just taught me leaf storm. I actually grinned after figuring that out.

As you can see Jason's other just taught him leaf storm. If you're wondering what he meant by, 'You need dreams to beat me.' that will be revealed later. This fight was really more for your imagination than it was to be written. So if you find it short, go back read a paragraph and imagine how it would look if it really happened. I will get around to drawing a couple pictures of this little clash too. If you still haven't seen the picture of Jason I drew please check my profile for the link.