I hope you guys liked the last chapter! This one has more action for those of you who like Pokemon for the fighting. I want to find a nice balance between fighting and character development so stick with me!

Like always, please feel free to review and tell me what you think! Any and all criticism is welcome! Enjoy chapter 2!

Revenge: A Hero's Motivation

Chapter 2: Dial "M"

[Route 7]

*BAM*

Pieces of the plastic fighting dummy went flying

"Megan! Tackle!" the Magnemite went flying towards the dummy again

*Bam*

A piece of the plastic fighting dummy went flying

"Tackle again!" the Magnemite went flying towards the dummy, this time, noticeably slower.

*bam*

The dummy rocked

"Megan come on! Tackle again!"

*pff*

Magnemite didn't tackle the dummy as much as it did just lean against it and then float to the ground

Carr walked up to his Pokèmon "Okay buddy. Clearly you're tired. But you did good! You got about ten good hits on it. Your stamina is totally going up."

The Magnemite sparked a little and buzzed. As Carr rubbed his gloved hand over the Pokèmon.

"Carr!...CARR!...*gasp*" Car turned around quickly to see his mother running towards him.

"Mom what's wrong?"

*gasp* "I walked back" *gasp* "To Michelle's house because" *g..gasp* "Because I left my purse there and when" *gasp*

"Mom. Mom calm down. Take a deep breath…Did you run all the way from Whites house to here?"

His mom nodded as she took another break "There were two men there. One had a psychic Pokèmon, and Michelle and Mark, they were both being held psychically and...and they men they were screaming at them."

"Were they being robbed?"

"I…well I didn't stop to ask I ran back here! What can I do against a psychic Pokèmon?"

"What about White? Was he okay?"

"He…I didn't see him. No he wasn't there."

"He's still asleep…I'll handle this mom." Carr said with determination. He started to run inside.

"Carr you can't go save everybody! Look at Megan! It's basically knocked out!"

Carr ignored her. Their walkie talkies could reach up to 9 miles and Whites house was only…a mile? Maybe more? "Please be near it White. Please be near it."

White stared out the window for a second. Then grabbed the Pokeball on his nightstand.

*Click* "I don't know what the hell's going on. But my parents are in trouble. Come over now."

He dropped the walkie talkie and ran out of his room.

*Bzzt* "Don't do anything until I get there White!" *Bloot*

White leaped most of the stairs and tumbled/ran/tripped the rest of the way down. The television was still on. Psyduck was nowhere to be seen.

White ran to the door and leaned down next to the window. He pushed the curtain out of the way and looked at the scene in front of his house:

There were two men, one Pokèmon, and both of his parents.

One man was young, he was wearing a suit and tie, and was completely bald. He was holding a Pokeball, so the Pokèmon must belong to him.

The second man was much older. He stood with a cane, a long sleeve red shirt and a white hat on. He was the one doing the talking, the other guy just seemed to be backup.

The Pokèmon was…disgusting looking. It was human-like, but had tons of pink dots all over its body, hands, and face. Its hands were outstretched, pointing at both of his parents, and its legs were moving in a disturbing way. And it had a smile that made him want to cringe. What the heck was it? Whatever it was, it was clearly a psychic type. This just got much more disadvantageous.

His parents couldn't move. There was a slightly detectable field around the both of them.

His father was much closer to the older man. Clearly they were the only two talking, as his mother was further back and didn't seem to be saying a word.

*Okay. You can do this. But how?* He looked down at the Pokeball. And thought for a moment. He couldn't beat that abomination with just Darwin. This was a stupid idea.

He looked back up just in time to watch the old man smack his father across the face with his cane.

*SMACK*

"NO!" White yelled. No one hurts his father like that!

He leaped up and opened the door. He chucked the Pokeball straight at the psychic monster and hit the side of its head. His Mankey came flying out of the ball. "Karate chop!"

The element of surprise worked extremely well in his favor. His Mankey only stood to the Pokémon's knees, but it jumped up, stuck one arm up in the air, and slammed it down on its face.

The concentration of the Pokèmon, and the two men, broke. As Darwin was landing on the ground, the psychic humanoid lowered its arms and Whites parents found themselves freed from the psychic hold.

As both men were distracted by White and his little monkey, Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He lunged towards the old man and swung for his face. As the old man noticed him coming, he tried to step out of the way and the knife found its mark all the way up the left side of his face, barely missing his left eye.

Michelle screamed in surprise and the old man screamed in pain as he fell over. He swung his cane at Marks leg and he grunted. "Stay away from my family!" He began to lean over for a killing stab.

The second man, finally got over his shock from so much happening at once and made his move to defend his partner. "Mr. Mime! Stop him!"

Mr. Mime was currently trying to grab at the little Pokèmon which was crawling all over his body to avoid him. Listening to its trainer, but caring more about itself, it looked at the man holding the knife and simply sent out a beam of psychic straight at Mark.

Mark turned to see the beam right as it hit him. He was sent flying, and tumbled through the air two or three times.

*THUD*

He landed on his back, the knife landed a foot away, sticking straight into the grass.

"DAD!"

The younger bald man then turned his attention to White and his mother.

She screamed and ran towards him. "White! Run! Go!"

Mankey swung on Mr. Mimes arms and started swiping at his back. The psychic Pokèmon put both its arms together and threw them to its side in a burst of defensive energy, sending Mankey flying.

*thud*

White started to run, not away, but towards his father

The Pokèmon jumped back onto its feet quickly and began running towards the Mime, screaming with more range than before, its anger point being reached.

Mr. Mime swung both arms in front of its body and shiny leaves began to appear before him, and were flung towards the monkey.

Mankey leaped up in the air to dodge the leaves, but somehow the leaves changed their trajectory and every one of them landed.

*thud*

Mankey hit the ground. Bloody leaves landed around him.

"Mr. Mime. Stop these two!" the young man demanded, as the older man tried to get up, with one hand over the cut that went from his chin to his forehead.

The mime Pokèmon turned and pointed one hand at White and one hand at Michelle. They both froze mid stride.

White couldn't move, but he found that he could still talk. "Who the hell are you people?!" he yelled.

The older man chuckled as he finally stood. "Your father had that coming for a long time. Now if you'll excuse me." He started to walk over to Marks body.

"Get away from him!" Michelle yelled.

The man ignored her, and got to his body. He bent over to feel for a pulse.

There was no movement for a moment.

Then the man turned and looked at his partner. "Would'ya look at that Petrel? Your Mime here killed him!"

"NO!" White shouted.

Michelle began to cry. "Mark!"

The man started to reach into Marks pockets and pulled something out. Then stood up. "Well, we have what we came for." He walked back towards Petrel.

"Now what to do with these two?" The young man asked.

"Well. Now that you mention it, I liked what you did to Mark here. Let's see what happens if we do it again."

White tried to push against the psychic power but couldn't. He couldn't move anything except for his head. He fought against it, but there was no chance.

"You heard the boss Mr. Mime. Psybeam."

The Pokèmon released the two and just as soon as he did, he pushed his arms out further and sent two beams at both of them. They were both hit directly and sent flying.

*BAM*

*BAM*

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Darkness