Orre's Return
By Hollis Pierman
WARNING: This story contains acts of severe violence, abuse/neglect, and frequent use of coarse language. Viewer discretion advised. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon in any way; Nintendo and GAME FREAK own it.
Chapter 4: Tournament of Fate Part 1
The hover car finally stopped at a building shaped like a typical diamond or a rhombus converted into 3-D. The door opened as the grunt and Gonzap forced Wes outside, and the three grunts opened the back door to force Pyrite Town's denizens out and into the open. Guns pointed to the crowd, they were guided by Gonzap into the giant building, through giant metallic doors. The building was everything you'd expect from a 21st century technologically-tiered laboratory; it was like a tricked out Silph-Co. building, but with lights reflecting off the snow white walls and floors. Through twists and turns, up and down stairs, and through door after door after door, finally, Wes and the prisoners arrived inside a room; and right in the middle of the room, was a towering metal cage, standing maybe at ten feet tall and thirteen feet wide. Wes, as well as all of Pyrite Town's people, were forced into the cage, but one person immediately tried to force themselves out by shaking the cage to try and break the bars when the door closed. One of the grunts stood there with his hands at his hips, laughing loudly, saying,
"Haha! I wouldn't do that if I were you," the person suddenly stopped cold in his tracks, "these bars are wired with electricity! One touch and you're getting shocked worse than a raikou's thunderbolt! Haha!" The people all looked at Wes, as if he had done something wrong; indeed, he did none of what they were thinking; how was he supposed to know? He had sealed Pyrite's denizen's fates, when he was captured. Wes just sat down on the floor of the cage, looking back on all the heroism he had accomplished. He defeated Team Snagem and Cipher, he thought for good. He had captured and successfully purified all of the shadow pokemon he had to capture before this, and beaten the Mt. Battle challenge, and received a legendary bird, one that went by the name, "Ho-oh"; the very same bird that flew over him after the defeat of Evice. Now what had all of that done to him in the future? Good things don't reflect on good people that often, do they? Sometimes, Nature's Power can be a bitch, given the right circumstances.
5 hours later...
A grunt came into the room, with a tray full of food, and pokeballs. He walked toward the cage, and yelled,
"Here, eat and then divide these pokeballs amongst yourselves; we will test your abilities in the heat of battle, to see if you're worthy enough to live." The grunt set down the tray through the small hole in the cage door, and Wes received it. The grunt walked out of the room, casually. The denizens ate their food, while Wes did not eat anything; he thought, why should he deserve to eat when he just basically killed all of his friends...? Why? The sheriff walked up to him, and gave him a little pep talk,
"Howdy, son. Listen, I know I've been a little 'soft' on all my inmates in the past; when these guys get back into my jail, they're going to wish they'd never messed with me! I'm behind you all the way, buddy! We are going to escape with our lives! Now listen, I've got a plan," Wes listened intently, "okay. The first thing that we're going to do, is as soon as we get to battle each other, you should win (but I'm not going easy on you), and as soon as I win, we knock out the security guards, destroy the cameras, bust a hole to glory, and we're home free! Then we gotta let everyone know that Cipher is back, and immediately let the- MMMMFFF!" The sheriff was interrupted, as Wes pointed up to the camera watching their every move; the cameras were equipped with super-sensitive small-condenser microphones, which could be heard through the control room. Wes thought as hard as he could... he said that they're going to have to improvise, in a dead-tone volume. Soon, the denizens of Pyrite and Wes divided up the pokeballs amongst each other, and a voice emanated from the PA system,
"Please exit the cage in a single-file line; don't try anything stupid, it will get you killed in a snap. One by one, exit the cage, and all along the front of the door." The people obeyed, with Wes being the last to exit, providing no resistance to the already futile situation he and Pyrite were in. The inmates were guided through rooms and hallways yet again, so that they may be tried in the lair's arena, where they may battle to determine life or death.
The inmates have arrived in the huge arena, with a crowd of Cipher agents cheering, throwing beer and popcorn all over the arena floor, the setting was already unpleasing enough. On a balcony high above, adorned with some of the most sought after materials in the world, out stepped a short, old man in a purple cloak, wearing half-lens glasses, and holding a walking cane that's just fit for his size, at a measly 3 feet tall. The old man stepped on a chair, thanks to one of his assistants with blue hair, and gray and black-colored robes with one blue stripe down the middle. He picked up the microphone up at the balcony rail and announced in a ghastly voice,
"Ladies and gentleman, grunts and admins! Today, Cipher has been reborn to whole new degree! Tonight, one of these lucky prisoners has the chance to live and be a new Cipher Admin, while the rest, shall suffer a gruesome fate, with the houndoom waiting in the dungeon below, to torture them to death... slowly," the crowd made "ooooooooh"s to try and intimidate the denizens of Pyrite and Wes. To some, it worked. Nails fell to the floor at some person's feet, and stained pants were made, while Wes looked at them with disbelief. The old man continued,
"Our first ever, 'Tournament of Fate', shall commence immediately!" the crowd roared louder than 4 luxray roaring at high volume.
"Pay attention to the jumbotron hanging from the ceiling, for the tournament standings!" the old man said, as the crowd stared at the jumbotron, seeing the tournament standings. The faces of everyone in the 16 jumbling frames, decorated with twin vines, intertwined across the frames. The jumbling continued for a good 30 seconds, until the first four pictures have been decided. Wes was in the fourth frame, and a lone citizen, wearing a light-blue coat, a red winter cap, and wearing black shoes, was in the third frame. It was Rider James, and like Wes, he was a lone wolf with a vehicle to match his suits (and that vehicle happened to be a really shitty hover car). The sheriff's face had been depicted in the first frame, and a woman in purple leather hat, and leather suit and pants, appeared in the second frame. She was a hunter herself, but she preferred gambling with her pokemon more. Her name was Malina, and she was determined to win at any cost. Sheriff Sherle versus Rider Malina, and her vehicle of choice was a stylishly impractical hover car, adorned with decorations all over the place, but painted black and red (this was even worse than James' hover car). The sheriff's car was above all else, a police cruiser. Who cares?
The other side of the bracket was decided, and the tournament was ready to begin. Within minutes, the crowd went nuts over seeing the defeat of Sherles, throwing old candy wrappers, soda cans and bottles, and hard objects at the defenseless sheriff. The first trainers went through their battle fairly quickly; the battles were a one-on-one battle to the death, where no items are allowed to be used, and pokemon get attacked until they draw their last breath. There are no rules, there is no turning back.
END OF CHAPTER 4
Well. The end of another chapter. Remember to do what you guys all love to do! :D