Hey, remember when I said that I wasn't going to update for a while… yeah… I lied. I didn't mean to lie, buy I'm so focused on this story that I can't seem to write anything else. So, I've decided to keep posting chapters on this story until I have lost my need to write this story, like that time when I posted three chapters in a row for 'The Four Fears' within two days. Anyway, let's begin~
Chapter 2: Accumula Town
He finally made it.
Wait, who was he kidding, it took him two hours of travel along Route One to get from Nueva to Accumula. He fought a couple of Pokémon, but didn't capture any. There were two reasons why. The first was for the fact that he didn't have any Pokéballs. That led him to the conclusion that scientists are dumb. He was sure that the scientist was supposed to give him five Pokéballs before he left, but since he forgot to ask, he ended up without any.
The second reason he didn't want any more Pokémon was because he wanted to make lifelong friends, not just some Pokémon he found to complete the Pokédex, or to use for the time being until he found a stronger Pokémon. That might have been another reason Pokémon liked him.
He had returned Nova, his Larvesta, back into its Pokéball, because on the way to the town, he battled a wild pidove, which got a couple good shots in before it fainted, and Black didn't want to let his Pokémon suffer any more than it needed to.
It was nearing midnight now, and he was getting tired. He was more of a night owl then most people, since he would normally spend his nights walking around the town, as it was the only time he could be alone, without any judgmental eyes watching him. But after walking two hours nonstop while also battling the nocturnal Pokémon, or any other Pokémon that were still up, he needed a break.
He walked into the town silently. There was no one awake for the first few blocks, which he expected, but he was still a little creeped out by how quiet it was in a town as large as the one he was in. he expected at least one or two people out, even at this time of night. He walked around trying to find the Pokémon center, so he could get somewhere to sleep for the night, as well as rest him Pokémon.
He reached the central plaza, where he saw two things. One was the Pokémon center on the other side, and the other was construction going on over to the left of him. Since he was in no rush, he figured that he could stop and check out the construction. The only reason he was even curious about it was the fact that the construction was taking place right in the middle of the largest area of grass in the park.
He saw that they were building a stage of some sort, and when he looked at the structure from closer up, he noticed that it wasn't built to last, perhaps only a day or two.
The he heard someone yell, "Hey, kid, what are you doing out here at a time like this? Whatever, I don't care, beat it, scram, go over to the Pokémon center or something!"
Black looked up at the person who had yelled at him, his icy eyes staring right into his soul. He saw the man flinch, and get a slight look of fear in his eyes. Black already figured out everything he needed to, so his curiosity was satisfied for now. He slowly turned around and walked over to the Pokémon center.
He entered the Pokémon center, and silently thanked himself for studying about training journeys beforehand so that he knew exactly where and what everything in a Pokémon center was for. It was a straight shot to the front desk where Nurse Joy would heal any trainer's Pokémon. To his right was a Pokémon shop. It was closed now, but would reopen in the morning.
He walked over to the front desk where he was met by a very tired Nurse Joy. She said while yawning, "He… (Yawns) llo, and we-we-welc-" he put his hand up and just handed her his Pokéball. She nodded in thanks and walked over to put it in the healer. She gave him a room key and walked over to her chair to sleep for the rest of the night.
He walked over to his room for the night. He didn't really care much for sleep, as he wasn't even tired. If he really had to, he could go for three or four days without sleep. He mostly just slept to kill some time. Now he was sleeping to rest his limbs from his first day on his journey. He had expected it to take some energy, but he was surprised to find himself tired by the time he got into town.
He entered the room and laid his jacket on the end table next to the bed. He kicked his shoes into the corner. He then laid down on the bed, closing his eyes without even getting under the blankets. He didn't expect to sleep long, as most of the time he was aware of his surroundings when he sleeps, and he left the blinds open so that they would wake him up in the morning. Finally giving in, he respects his brains wishes and falls asleep.
He woke up in the morning around 6:00. It was a little bit earlier then he usually wakes up, but considering he slept for most of the previous day, he didn't really mind. He walked over to the bathroom connected to his room and looked in the mirror. He saw that the welt on his head was almost gone, which he felt was good.
After exiting the bathroom, he slipped his shoes back on and grabbed his hat and jacket. He walked out of his room and over to the cafeteria on the other side of the center. He ate breakfast in silence, sitting at this own table, since no one else would come near him. He had a small breakfast, then went to go check on his Pokémon.
He went over to the front desk, and saw that Nurse Joy was still slightly tired, but could have been worse. He walked up and asked for his Pokémon, and with his flame pattered Pokéball in hand, left the Pokémon center.
He looked over to where the construction was going on before, and was surprised to see a large crowd gathered in front of it. He estimated about 95% of the town's population was gathered in front of the structure. His original guess was accurate, as he noticed small speakers and stage lights on the sides of the stage. At first he thought that it was a concert of some kind, but then he noticed that there were no instruments anywhere on stage. Instead it looked to be some sort of pep rally. Intrigued, he walked over.
He gradually pushed his way to the front, which wasn't hard as everyone shivered and stepped aside for him. He gave a small smile as to how easily frightened people could be. He was behind one more person, and was about to push them out of the way, when he noticed something familiar about the person. He took a shot in the dark and said, "Cheren?"
The person in front of him jumped, then turned around and widened his eyes. "Black?" he said, somewhat startled, "When did you get here? I didn't think you could get to Accumula by today. Whatever, just listen to what this person has to say."
For the first time, Black tuned into the person on stage, and was horrified by what he heard. "-Humans claim that they are our equal, yet it is us who force them into captivity as our personal slaves. We capture them in Pokéballs" he spat out the word, as though it was equal to cuss. "How's that for equality?"
The audience was speaking in hushed whispers, as though they were afraid that they really were taking their Pokémon's freedom away. He even heard one person ask, "Should we really release our Pokémon?"
He still continued, even in the crowd's scared state, "That is why I implore you to rethink your relationship between humans and Pokémon. How can we claim them to be our equals if we contain them in Pokéballs like they are less than us?" he took a deep breath, then slowly continued, "We of Team Plasma thank you for your time, and hope you consider our words." As he said the last words, he rolled his eyes over the crowd, but then stopped, fear showed in his eyes. He quickly bowed, then left the stage on a hurry, surrounded by the rest of his group.
The crowd dispersed quickly, many of them at odds of whether or not they should consider releasing their Pokémon. Within minutes, only four people were left in the park. Cheren was still there, staring at the now-empty stage in horror. Black was glaring at the stage, contemplating on whether or not he should chase after the man and punch him in the face. Another person still there was a boy around eighteen years old, with a green pony-tail. The last person was about sixteen years old, was wearing a thin red short sleeved jacket, red shoes, jeans, and a red hat. On his shoulder rested a Pikachu.
Black turned around, deciding that a person that low wouldn't be worth his time, when he saw the green haired person coming towards him. The person came up to him and quickly muttered, "Your Pokémon, just now it was saying…"
Cheren, who noticed the green haired person was standing right beside him, said, "Whoa, slow down, you talk to fast. What's this about Pokémon talking? That's a strange thing to say."
"Yes, they speak," the person said, giving both of them a look that Black knew well. It was the same look he was giving the man. They were studying each other, wondering if the other was worth their time. The man decided to continue talking, and said, "I see… by the way you spoke, it seems as though neither of you can hear Pokémon. Such a sad truth…" he paused again, before adding quickly, "My name is N."
"Well N, my name is Cheren, and this is my friend, Black. We are on a journey to complete the Pokédex, assigned to us straight from Professor Juniper," Cheren said, with obvious pride. Black really wished that he had said it with a little less pride, as even an idiot could tell that N didn't like the concept of trainers. "My dream is to become champion, though." Black was ready to punch Cheren.
"The Pokédex, eh?" N sad with obvious venom in his voice, "So you aspire to confine many different Pokémon to Pokéballs in order to complete such a frivolous dream?" he asked, almost accusingly. "I myself am a trainer, but I sometimes wonder…" he paused, as if looking for the right words, "Are Pokémon truly happy with the way things are?"
He then took a step back, and said, "Black, was it? You have yet to speak the entire time, yet your Pokémon have spoken much. Let me hear your Pokémon's voices again!" he said sending out a Purrlion.
Cheren stepped back, surprised. But Black sent out his Pokémon almost instantly, as he had seen the battle coming from a mile away, and already had his hand on his Pokéball before the battle started. He soundlessly sent out Nova.
Cheren, if he could be more surprised than he already was, was shocked to see a Larvesta come out of Black's Pokéball. Black put his left hand over his right eye, grabbed his hat, and pulled it down slightly, so that all that was visible was the lower half of his left eye. He had used this posture to strike fear into someone and make them lose their cool during a practice Pokémon battle at school. It still seemed to have the same effect on N.
"Purrlion, use scratch!" N yelled from across the battle field, his voice slightly shaking.
In the short amount of time that he and his Pokémon had together, Black trained it to respond to the near silently whispered commands he gave him. "Nova, when it gets close, use ember aiming slightly to the left, then when it dodges, shoot a string shot to the right."
N looked at him strangely, wondering why he had not ordered his Pokémon to do anything, when suddenly he saw the open flame on an ember flying towards his Pokémon. He was startled, but noticed that it was aimed slightly to the left. Taking this as an advantage, he ordered his Pokémon to dodge to the right. He sighed. He had really expected more of Black.
But before he realized it, his opponent's Pokémon sent out a string shot directly at where his Pokémon would dodge. His eyes widened as he saw what was happening. By thinking he had dodged the attack, he had left himself open for another attack, as most trainers would have stopped there, or franticly shouted another command. Black, however, remained motionless and silent. It unnerved N greatly.
Black watched as his opponent got entangled in his Pokémon's webs. He wondered why N didn't tell his Pokémon to stop the attack and run away. That would have been the smart thing to do. Maybe he just wasn't prepared for it. My silent commands don't really give much time to think. He thought.
"Nova, sneak a leach life inside the string shot, then while it's still feeling the effects, set your web on fire," he said his next silent command. He had yet to change his position. He heard a yell from across the field, "Purrlion, use scratch to escape!"
He looked at N, who was wondering when his Pokémon would follow his command, before he noticed what had happened. His eyes widened in horror as realization dawned upon him. He watched helplessly as his Pokémon slowly had its life drained, then set on fire by the strands of web keeping it from moving. Before the battle had even reached the two minute mark, N's Pokémon was overpowered. Black lowered his hand.
He returned to a Pokéball, before coming over to them with a rueful smile. "Never would I have thought a Pokémon would say things like that about a simple Pokémon trainer," he said quietly. Both Black and Cheren could hear him however, due to Black normally being quieter than that. He then said a little louder, "I must heal this Pokémon, then set it free, as I do all Pokémon." He then said even louder, looking at Black, "Goodbye, Black. I hope we cross paths again." He then began walking towards the Pokémon center.
"Well, that was… weird, to say the least. Anyway, Black, why did the professor decide to give you a Larvesta? Not to offend you or anything, but why you," asked Cheren once N was out of earshot. Nova jumped onto Black's shoulder, pleased about the outcome of the battle. Cheren reached out to touch the Pokémon, but the second his hand got close, Nova shot a weak ember near his hand, as a warning shot to keep him away.
"That's why," Black said simply. "I need to get some more stuff from the shop before I leave"
"Okay, I was planning on heading out now," said Cheren, "Bye Black, see you later!" he shouted, already running towards the west exit.
Black gave him a small smile before turning around and noticing the only other person who was still in the park. It was the teenager with the red hat and Pikachu. He shivered. It wasn't the fact that he had said even less then Black had, or the fact that his skin was almost bone white, or even the fact that the person had blood red eyes.
No, the fact that the person unnerved Black was because when he saw the person's face, it was like looking in a mirror. The only differences were their hair, their age, and their eye color. The other person even had the same stare as him. Cold, relentless, a look that pierced straight into your soul. The only difference between their eyes were that Blacks were an icy blue, and the persons were a blood red.
Even their Pokémon mirrored each other. His Larvesta sat on his right shoulder, while the person's Pikachu sat on his left shoulder.
It scared him how similar they were. The first reaction he had was that this person was his father, but then he scratched that, since this person couldn't be more than two years older than him. Before he could elaborate further, the person turned and slowly walked away. Black finally experienced what it was like to have your soul pierced, and he could easily say that he liked being on the other end better.
Still shaken, he slowly began to walk back to the Pokémon center. Once inside, he gave his Pokémon to nurse Joy to heal. While he was waiting, he bought several Pokéballs, so that he would actually be able to catch Pokémon now. He walked back to the counter and grabbed his Pokémon. He let out Nova on his shoulder, and began his slow walk to the town's west exit. He could feel the tension end once he left the Pokémon center.
Once he got to the edge, he was still thinking about his run in with that person. It was the only time in his life that he had ever actually felt fear. That itself scared him. But the thing that bothered him most, was that he actually felt drawn to the person. He shook off the feeling as pointless. But either way, he not only hoped but was sure that he would never see that person again.
Oh how wrong he would be.
Hey Peoples! Sorry to you other creatures out there, but when I say people, I mean all creatures in general, and I'm not trying to be racist. It's just annoying to type 'all you peoples and creatures of epic and/or non-epic proportions' every time I put one of these things in here. So anyway, third chapter! I think I had something that I wanted to write here, but I completely forgot. :P
Anyway, Son of The Herobrine, OUT!