Author's notes: Finally, third chapter! Just for you to know, itallic means thoughts.

Disclaimer: Clearly, I don't own Pokemon.

Don't Let Me Let You Go

Chapter 3 - Chase

It was becoming harder and harder to travel without having to fight. Kirlia had to be very cautious in order not to be spotted. Most of the trainers he fought he just knocked the enemy out and fled as fast as he could. It seemed like all those trainers were there just looking for HIM. He was tired. Only in the morning, Kirlia had fought more than seven trainers already. When would that stop?

While he was thinking about it, a human dressed in black approached him by his back. There was a big red 'R' in the middle of his T-shirt and hat. Before the man could do anything, the psychic pokemon heard his thoughts and without getting down of the tree branch, he turned to face the trainer.

Since he had been already spotted, the man threw out his rattata and koffing.

"Come on, you two! Get that Kirlia!"

Koffing could float, so it was able to get closer to Kirlia faster than Rattata. But as soon as it was in front of the green headed pokemon it got caught by a punch and fell right on Rattata's face. Kirlia quickly finished the battle by using confusion on the two enemies. But before he could flee from the trainer, two more appeared. They were dressed exactly like the first, with that ridiculous R covering the region of their chests. The two men threw out their pokeballs to the sky, making a Poochyena and a Zubat appear from inside the balls.

"Hey, buddies! Watch out because this one here has already beat two of my pokemon at the same time." Said the first Rocket.

"Nonsense. It's you who is a failure."

"Yeah. Moreover, Poochyena is a dark type. No way this kirlia will beat my pokemon."

The first Rocket was outraged by hearing such insults from his friends, but he decided not to say anything. It was their problem then! He would not help them anymore.

The Rockets gave orders to their pokemon. Zubat tried to make Kirlia fall from the tree branch, but he deflected the attack right in time. Meanwhile, Poochyena climbed the tree using its sharp claws. It was clear those two did not know how to double battle. The psychic pokemon thanked Arceus for their stupidity. Using Confusion, Kirlia made Zubat hit a tree, taking Poochyena with it. Both fell and as soon as they touched the ground, they were hit by two white punches.

The Rockets called back their fainted pokemon to the pokeballs. As if they had reheased it, both threw out more pokeballs in perfect synch, sending out two ugly-looking raticates. Despite the size of their teeth, Kirlia was not intimidated. He was becoming tired of it. If he did nothing, that boredom would continue for forever, because he could hear more humans coming already. The only way to flee was using Teleport. But it was so long since he had used it for the last time… Did he still know how to do it?

One of the giant rats jumped on him with its teeth ready to break some bones. Kirlia waited for the best moment and rolled to the left. The other raticate was already going after him. The white pokemon made a quick jump and hit his opponent's back with a Mega-Punch. The first rat pokemon attacked again, but this time it was able to bite Kirlia's right arm. The blow was so violent that it was possible to hear the bones breaking: CRACK! A horrible pain took over Kirlia, making him dizzy for two or three seconds.

"Did you think it would be easy? Did you think no one would ever beat you? How do you like it to take some of your own medicine?"

The second rat had recovered from the punch it had taken and was almost biting the psychic pokemon's free arm.

"I can't end like this!"

Kirlia had never felt so scared. Actually, it was the first time he felt like that. He prepared himself to take the second blow. He shut his eyes. But the attack did not come.

"Hey, two against one isn't fair!"

Kirlia opened one of his eyes and got a shock when he faced with two enormous teeth right in front of him. He saw a white and orange pokemon near the fainted Raticate. Behind the Zangoose was a young trainer with short black hair with green googles. Kirlia also noticed that the Raticate had loosened its bite on the right arm. He took the opportunity to escape. He focused and, with a snap, disappeared.

"Hey, boy! Look what you did! The kirlia escaped!"

"You'll pay for that, boy!"

But the trainer did not hear the complaints of the Rockets. Instead, he was listening to a voice inside his head. "Thank you." Meanwhile, Zangoose knocked out the other Raticate.

"What! You'll see! Soon, the others will arrive and…"

The Rocket did not even have the chance to finish the sentence, because the boy had already gone away.

OOOOoooOOOO

Although he was safe at the moment, Kirlia could not stay still. His Teleport was not very good yet and because of that he could not go too far. His arm was hurting very much and he could not go to a Pokemon Center. If there were so many people after him in the forest, he could not even think of going near to any city. But he would find a way. He remembered his parents' teachings. Between the various things they required from him was the ability to perform first aid nursing. Who would have known that those two would be the only help to him at that moment? Even not liking it, Kirlia thanked them in thought. For a long time he did not need to thank anyone and only at this day he had already thanked two times.

As he was in the middle of a forest, the only thing he could find to immobilize his broken arm was a fallen branch. Kirlia wrapped the branch with some long leaves he took from the ground and admired with pride his own work. Thanks to his psychic powers, the bandage was perfect.

Now he only had to worry about running away from those Rockets. To where, he did not know, but he would have to get out of there any way because it was already possible to hear some human voices and barks approaching him. The white pokemon ran, hoping to find some cave or anything that could help him to hide.

Ironically, what Kirlia found was exactly the opposite of what he was searching for: civilization.

"Today is not my luck day."

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