8.5
[2:12 PM. Celadon City. Earlier the same day.]
In Vyro's eyes, the day could only get better.
Not being bound and gagged by that crazy old dude was definitely a plus, enacting wanton revenge on the puny citizens of Kanto for his continued and perpetual scorn and dismissal was simply gravy, delicious, bloody, ash coated gravy.
The bombs were a work of art, he had to hand it to the old man. All he had to do was push a big red buttons, just like in his cartoons. From a safe distance outside the city, he got to watch the single greatest fireworks display this side of Kalos. The thought of each screaming fool perishing in a twisted fireball of metal and industrial fuel made this little super villain positively giddy.
Yes, the day was definitely getting better.
All he had to do now to get people's attention was to swoop down on the back of Noivern and say something choicely terrifying and they'd drop in fits of screaming. He had even taken out the Gym Leader, an easier thing to do when they have a five foot metal pole impaled through their lungs. Vyro made a mental note to tell the insolent Kai of his achievement.
Vyro spotted his next victim. A small boy grieving over his mangled parents would make an excellent pick-me-up for him. He swooped down, Noivern screeching. The boy looked up, screamed and covered his ears. Vyro hopped off his pokemon. The boy looked to be about eight at the most.
"BEHOLD! I, Vyro, have chosen you as my next opponent!"
The look in the boys eyes of one who had nothing to lose.
"What is your name, lucky heretic?"
The boy mumbled.
"Speak up, child! Speak so that not only my Noivern can hear you!"
"Lexie."
"What a pretty name. Lexie," Vyro said. "I wish to fight you. You do know how to fight, don't you? You do have that pokeball at your waist."
The boy took the ball from his belt. The body of his mother moved slightly.
"So one of them yet lives."
"Stay back! I'm warning you! I'm gonna be a pokemon master some day!"
Vyro scoffed. "Well, let me put an end to that little charade before it gets to your head. Greatness is something you're born with, like me, not attained."
"Don't hurt Mom!" the boy cried.
"But I plan to do just that!"
Lexie tossed his ball and a diminutive Weedle appeared. Vryo stifled a laugh. "Some Pokemon Master you are."
Just then the Weedle launched itself at Vyro, catching him in the shoulder with his stinger. Vyro screamed in rage and tossed the bug to the ground. Lexie rushed to his companion.
"ARROGANT FOOL."
As Lexie held his pokemon in his arms, it began to glow. Vyro hesitated and Lexie gasped in surprise. The Weedle had begun its metamorphosis and encased itself in a cocoon. The new Kakuna stood firm between Vyro and his trainer.
"NOIVERN, ERADICATE THE PEST."
The Noivern shrieked and raked the Kakuna with its talons, splitting the still soft cocoon open. Lexie cried out in horror. The masked villain pushed the child and stepped on the throat of the mother, who could only make a weak protesting gurgle in response. Eventually the wet noises stopped. Tears streamed down Lexie's eyes.
"Bury you parents, foolish boy, before the Houndour come out and have an easy meal," he cackled and hoisted himself on to the back of his Noivern, leaving Lexie to the horror of his new reality.