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.
Author's Note: I have finally decided to come back from from my... hiatus, and go back to rewriting this. The first four chapters have been revised and corrected, however, if you still see any problems, DO NOT hesitate to let me know. Anyway, here it is; a twist in the tournament? Will Sheriff Sherles and Wes be able to make it out alive? Let's find out!
Chapter 5: Tournament of Fate (PART II):
The tournament had finally taken a slight turn for the better, as it turned out that Sheriff Sherles had won his battle; so had Wes, and six other citizens. The strange, little old man started to yell through the microphone as the crowd died down,
"Now, in this next round, we will have the contestants pair up in a double battle! That's right, I have decided to go straight on to the quarterfinals!" On the bracket, it showed that Wes and Sherles were paired up; the other three pairs were all trainers from Duel Square, over near the windmill and shop.
"For the first of two rounds of the quarterfinals, we have Wes and Sheriff Sherles, facing off against Street Performer Diogo, and Rollerboy Lon!" Wes and Sheriff Sherles stepped forth with the pokemon that were assigned to them, surprisingly healed before the battle. The two trainers standing before them were giving death glares, especially to Wes, who still think that he had done the citizens all this wrongdoing, when it was in fact Cipher's fault, for being so stingy and just wouldn't stay down and out! The pokemon that had been given to Wes and the sheriff were nothing short of powerful, surprisingly. They had been... "imported", from a different region, one called Sinnoh. It was a region known for being really far across the ocean, and for its beautiful and lush landscapes and distant history, going all the way back to when time and space were first created with the beings of time and space themselves. He had to guess that these weren't the most powerful pokemon to choose from the region, but they were powerful nonetheless. Wes had been given a new evolution to one of his old pokemon, one called a weavile, which looked a lot like his sneasel! While Sherle's pokemon was none other than another Eeveelution, it had leaves strewn about its body, as if they were part of it. It had been called out as "leafeon"... odd. His opponents had the upper-hand, an elemental advantage; and needless to say, the pokemon he recognized not as just ordinary pokemon, but as his own, were his typhlosion and lucario. For the first time in a long while, he had felt pure anger well up inside him. He was raring to go at them like an aipom on crack-cocaine. The old man announced,
"Ready...? BEGIN!"
The crowd cheered as Wes made the first move, an effective Rock Smash attack was thrown at the jackal. His defense stat was lowered after the hit, meaning he could try and make it less painful in a shorter time for lucario. Lon had given the order for Wes' typhlosion to use Flamethrower on the leafeon, but the fox had successfully dodged the attack, and was able to land a Bite attack, which it had inherited from its unstable pre-evolution as a level-up move. The lucario was then given the order to try a Hi-Jump Kick against the weavile. The weavile almost hadn't seen it coming, but had it have been later that weavile looked back, she might not would've survived. The jackal had taken serious recoil from missing the attack, and was almost ready to go down. The next turn began, as Wes gave the order for the weavile to use Assist, and then thanks to the help of the leafeon, it charged at the lucario at such blinding speeds, it was almost too fast to see weavile clearly; literally being a blur. The weavile stood behind him, and opened up his claws. The jackal fell flat on its chest spike, while Lon called back Wes's pokemon.
"I'm sure your trainer over there would be very proud, lucario," Lon had secretly said to the jackal while in its capsule. Lon was eliminated, leaving only Diogo with Wes's typhlosion. The typhlosion had landed a successful attack against the Leafeon, setting it on fire and letting its leaves burn; Wes was sure that what typhlosion was doing was making typhlosion feel absolutely horrible, remorseful... Wes looked at typhlosion with a reassuring look, telling him that it's alright. I'm sure we'll find you and the rest of the gang soon, buddy, thought Wes. Wes gave the order to land an Icy Wind attack against his buddy. The bitter-cold wind blew through typhlosion, lowering his speed stat, giving the opportunity to land one last attack, weavile's pioneering move, Night Slash. And so it was that the first round of the quarter finals had been won to Wes and Sheriff Sherles. And even as a consolation prize, Lon and Diogo had to relinquish all of Wes's pokemon back to him. As Lon passed Wes, he told him,
"I'm going to break you all out of here, even if it kills me."
END
Well, another end to another chapter. I wish I didn't make so short! We'll skip the last round of the quarter finals and move on to the semifinals and the finals! It's going to be a long chapter next time!