Pokémon

I am not dead! *Ahem* Just thought I'd clarify. Well, first I had major writers block (which I have never had problems with so it was very hard to deal with. If you have any tips that could help in the future I'd appreciate it!) so it took a while to get an idea. When I did get the idea, then I had to figure out how it was going to be written, which again took a while to work out. It's pretty funny though; I get my best ideas randomly while sitting in church on Sunday mornings XP thank you God!

So, I am terribly sorry if the scene switches are confusing. I wasn't sure how to write this so I just kind of let my fingers run on their own. And, if there are any weird spelling or grammar errors, I'm also sorry but Word is being extremely stupid and annoying. It is telling me to fix things incorrectly, so I'm crossing my fingers that I didn't miss anything. Oh, and I decided to update now because if I didn't, then it would have been another month that I didn't update. Countdown: 9 days until my Quebec trip!

Aww 3 you're guys' reviews were so sweet. They make me feel all nice and warm inside. You are the best, you people that reviewed! You all deserve yummy cookies for making my self-esteem sky rocket. Thank you so much!

I'm hoping I didn't miss anything... I always forget what I'm going to write in these author's notes...

I think I need your help again. Please read the author's note at the end of the chapter and review or message me. It would be a great help. :)

Chapter # 14 - Let the games begin

It was dark, very dark. Trees loomed high above the ground in the ghostly tranquil forest. Not a creature was stirring from their deep sleep. The moon offered no light for any travelers, but was being obscured by gloomy, dreary clouds. It was like being stuck in a nightmare, giving you an unnerved feeling and chilling goose bumps up your arms.

But while most were sleeping, a brave girl and her eevee cautiously walked through, careful not to make a peep. They followed in the path of a dim beam of light produced by the girl's flashlight. They were alone in the pitch black of night wearing grim faces.

The farther and longer they walked, the darker and creepier the surroundings got. The girl was beginning to feel a dull ache in the pit of her stomach as she once again looked down at her compass. They were fast approaching.

By now, the trees had started to thin. A tall, barrier made of rock and reassured with electric wires glared down at them. It covered a suspiciously large area of ground and it seemed odd something that took up so much space could go unnoticed by the authorities.

The girl walked up to the menacing barricade where it opened up and you could visibly see the electric current flowing from one side of the entrance to the other. The path was blocked no matter which way you looked at it; there was only one way in and out.

Two shady figures stepped up to the gate, although on the opposite side of the girl. All she could see was their outlines and the midnight black suits they wore. They eyed her and her pokemon skeptically.

"Password?" Demanded the pair, one a deep bass voice and the other a monotonous feminine one.

"Black Knights." The girl responded automatically and colorlessly.

"…"

The two were silent until the female decided to step up. "Who are you?"

"I am Shadow." The girl replied, her inky bangs covering her eyes. She gestured her hand downwards to her eevee. "And this is Rebel."

The pair scanned the two over with sharp eyes. The girl was young, but not too young with thick, jet-black hair falling down the middle of her back and over her eyes. A knee-length, long sleeved, black dress clung nicely to her body before floating away at the hips, and pointed toe boots climbed up to just under her kneecaps in, who would have guessed it, black.

Now, this was no ordinary looking eevee either. Instead of a rich brown, its fur was as black as the night sky, and its collar and tip of its tail a smoky gray. It glared at them with evil, red eyes and bared its fangs in a snarl.

"Very well, Shadow. We have been expecting you. Please, follow us."

The entrance was opened for the gothic girl and her frightening fox to enter. She followed the two gatekeepers beyond the barriers that kept its unwanted visitors at bay and the side up her lips curved upward into a tiny, dangerous smirk.


REWIND

The sky was a baby blue, littered with milky, cotton-like clouds. The air was still and thick as honey. Determination and bitterness rolled off the two boys in waves. Beads of sweat formed on their brows; they stood shooting needles from their eyes and the gears in their heads working in overdrive.

A black and yellow dog growled, its front legs bent and spread in an odd crouch. The big, brown bear mocked the smaller pokemon with a roaring laugh and a beckoning of its clawed bear paws.

"Umbreon, start us out with sand attack." Umbreon kicked up his hind legs and clouded vision with dust. "Shadow ball!" A dark orb grew in front of the black dog's mouth and flew with good precision and speed at its opponent.

"Catch that." Paul commanded harshly.

The huge bear extended its paws in front of it, showing him catching it with ease. He threw it back at the attacker, who also dodged with quick leap into the air. Umbreon twirled gracefully and landed on its nimble paws.

"Now, ursaring, use hyperbeam."

A great amount of energy stored up in the bear's mouth, glowing a bright orange. It completely charged and blasted the beam at umbreon.

"Umbreon, psychic!" Called Gary.

Umbreon's eyes glazed over with a light blue shade and stopped the beam in its tracks, then separated it into random directions. Ursaring needed time to recharge after the vigorous attack.

The brunette called another attack. There was a blinding flash of light erupting from umbreon, dazing the over-sized bear, and it stumbled a few steps backwards.

Rage flickered through ursaring's eyes and it started randomly throwing its claws around. It spun and thrashed about, comically waving its arms in the air, missing its intended target by a long shot.

"Ha-ha, looks like the over-grown teddy bear is confused." Gary chided in a superior voice. "Umbreon, quick attack."

The dog pounced, building up major speed with its feather light leaps. Barely visible to the human eye, umbreon zipped through the battlefield in a shadowy blur.

"Ursaring, snap out of it now and use hammer arm!" Paul gritted out through his teeth, seething with anger directed to the smug brunette boy.

The bear stopped in its tracks as if finally waking up after a long nap and saw the black dog racing at it with incredible agility. Its blood boiled. The white in its eyes glazed over with a fiery red. With glowing arms and perfect precision, it slammed umbreon into the ground. Dust cleared off to a gaping hole in the ground and lying in the middle of the rubbish was a knocked out umbreon.

"Umbreon!" Both Alex and Gary cried. The latter let Alex run over to the tired pokemon and pick it up gingerly.

"Umbreon is unable to continue. Ursaring is the winner." She announced, sadly gazing at the black dog that now rested in her lap to the side of the field. "Please, choose your next pokemon."

Ursaring was recalled from the field.

"Alright then, let's see how ya like this. Come on, blastoise!" The large, turtle-like pokemon flexed its arms as it appeared. Standing on two feet, a gray shell sat on its back with two cannons protruding from the top of both sides. Its body was a deep blue.

"Fine. Torterra, stand by for battle." A pokemon with sort of a turtle-shaped body roared, half its shell growing a tree branch, the other with a few gray spikes. It stood on all fours. Most of its monstrous body was a dirt brown and leafy green. Two gray spikes also protruded from the sides of its head.

Gary, with his type disadvantage, gritted his teeth. The two powerhouses went at it, pretty near destroying the field. Large tunneling holes ran through the earthy floor like muddy trenches. Giant plant stems lay cut up on the ground. A clutter of rocks jutted from the ground. In the end, the friendship between Gary and his starter barely scrapped them out with a win. Both withdrew their pokemon.

Paul's hands were clenching and unclenching with rising anger. This intruder thought he was so great, waltzing in with his smug smile, challenging him, trying to steal his Alex.

Wait, his Alex? No, he just cared because she could help him become stronger. That was it, right?

"Electabuzz, stand by for battle!" His electric pokemon beat its yellow chest in a Tarzan manner as it was called out. Paul smirked. Try to beat my second best pokemon!

His smirk faultered though, as Gary stuck his nose up arrogantly in the air after briefly glancing over the pokemon. He pulled his pokeball out, twirling it on the tip of his pointer-finger. "You really think you can beat me with that, emo-kid? Come on."

Emo-kid? Paul's eye twitched. Enough was enough! He was Paul and he would never lose to somebody as pathetic as this dude. "Oh, and I suppose you have something so much better." Paul answered coolly.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Gary bragged, tossing the red and white ball in the air. Eletravire appeared, eyeing its pre-evolution lazily. The brunette smirked again. "Are you sure you don't wanna just give up now? It will save you the embarrassment." He snickered behind his hand.

"Whatever. Just fight."

Electricity flew. It danced over the ground and through the dry air. Each pokemon's attacks were very ineffective, but that didn't deter the trainers that had too much dignity and overly inflated egos to give in. This is what made both pokemon fall in exhaustion.

"Yours fell first!" Each shouted at the other. "Did not!" They mimicked their actions perfectly. "Alex!" They barked, gazing toward her spot. But something was missing…

"Hey, where's Lexi?" Gary asked in shock.

"Not again." Snarled a foul-mood Paul.

"So I'm assuming this has happened before?" Gary asked with a raised brow, walking over to his umbreon lying in the spot she used to be. Most of its wounds were healed, but it was much need of a rest. Alex's backpack was no longer lounging by the tree, but gone as well.

"Hn." Paul grunted while stalking away in fury.


Forward again

Heavy, iron doors creaked open for the dark trio with its ancient duskull knocker hanging on the front. The girl followed the two gatekeepers down the dimly lit hallway with variety colored flame torches illuminating the path. Haunting cackles echoed off the chilly, stony walls. They were deathly quiet.

Another set of oversized double doors opened up for them and the two leaders stepped aside and bowed to let the girl and her fox glide in.

"Ah, my new Shadow is here, is she?" Asked a caped figure to their gengar with their back facing the girl. In a large sweeping movement, the person did a 180 turn and gracefully, as if they were floating, strode over to the girl.

The figure was definitely female, a silky midnight purple cloak hanging over her slim shoulders and dragging along behind her as she walked. Her hood shadowed over her chalky white skin with strands of raven hair peeking from the sides. Her voice was a spooky whisper, unwavering with implied authority.

"Welcome to my home. I am the Grim Reaper." She said, stopping in front of her guest. Her gengar poked its head out from behind her legs and made a disturbing face before vanishing and roaring in laughter.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. As you know, my name is Shadow and this is Rebel." The girl replied with a stoic mask and a low bow. She straightened again, carefully watching the ghost obsessed girl. The girl was observing her as well in the black light.

"Of course. Let me show you to you're room now. Tomorrow night you shall start doing simple tasks until we know we can trust you. Remember, the ghosts will always be watching you." She left, leaving the girl at the entrance to her new room.

It was blindingly dark and cold, like being in a bat cave. Shadow lit all of the torches she could find, letting the extremely dim flames flicker on the dingy walls. The snickering of sneaking ghosts still haunted her in the cave-like room. A coffin bed stood perched against a corner of the walls in an odd looking angle. There was also a more comfortable black leather sofa, a full-length mirror caked with dust, stringy cobwebs and spreading cracks, and a simple black wardrobe.

The gothic dressed girl neatly set everything down, unpacking most of her belongings. Once satisfied it would suit, she fell onto the couch with a sharp squeak if the material.

"Let the games…begin."


Okay, so think of this as a contest of sorts. I need a name for an evil group of people like Team Rocket, Team Galactic, ect. Be original, be creative! The person that comes up with the name that I like the best will be my star reviewer of all time! Piano girl does not think any ideas are stupid (to an extent) and does not bite (hard), and would really like your help with this matter. Also, if you could think of a rival for Alex too, that would be good...