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Revenge: A Hero's Motivation

Chapter 3: Concussion

[Route 7]

*Bzzt?*

Magnemite awoke from its rest as Carr ran back outside, yelling its name.

"Megan we gotta go! You got any energy left in you?"

The Magnemite lifted up off the ground and gave its best spark.

"Yeah…clearly not. Okay buddy, return"

As Carr pressed the metallic button on his Pokeball, a red wave crashed over Magnemite, sending him back into his Pokeball home. The ball shrunk back to its miniature size and the boy put it in his pocket. Then started to run towards his neighbor's farmhouse.

"Carr get back here! You can't go!" His mother yelled as soon as she saw him.

He quickly ignored her as he ran as quickly as he could.

*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.

It had been a beautiful day, but evening was falling. A chill began to set everywhere around Carr as the sun was setting. Fall came quick this year it seemed. Where did the summer go?

Carr ran faster than he ever had before, and his right side was screaming in pain already. There was no way he was even halfway there. He wasn't even a quarter of the way there. He wanted to collapse.

The relaxing red and yellow leaves danced through the wind around the child as he ran. The mood was just so peaceful. Mother nature was singing a tune that was native to Route Seven. Pidgey chirped as their mothers returned to the nest, and Bellsprout were coming out this time of night too, spreading their sweet scent wherever they went.

Was he halfway there yet? Maybe. Where's the old well. That was always his guess for halfway. But where was it... There. Behind him. He passed it without noticing. He was halfway to Whites house and never felt such pain before. His run started to slow

*THUD*

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

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.

Carr stopped for a moment and bent over. He dug his fingers into the dirt below him. This was…horrible. He couldn't take any more of this. He got back up and started running again. White would do the same for him.

The golden woodland around him seemed to be so indifferent of what was going on. The Pokèmon continued about their evening. The trees whistled their autumn tune. The shed leaves rustled under Carr's footsteps.

He could see Whites house from here. He could see five people….no…that was no person. There were four people and that fifth one was the psychic Pokèmon no doubt.

He could start to see what was going on better now. He bent over by some trees, hopefully out of sight. He felt in his pocket for the miniature Pokeball that held his metal friend. Pulling it out, he wondered if the element of surprise would be enough. Electric types were powerful, no doubt. But a psychic type Pokèmon? That's a lot to handle.

*BAM*

*BAM*

Carr looked up quickly. There were only two people now. Where was White?! The psychic Pokèmon was returned and the two men started to walk towards the road, away from Carr. The road that led to Celadon City. Now he could see them. Two bodies lying on the ground by the porch.

As soon as the men were a little further, Carr stood up and began to run towards the house. As he ran by, he saw whites Mankey on the ground with cuts all over. "Awe crap. Darwin."

Not too far from him was the Pokeball. Carr grabbed it off the ground and returned the monkey. Hopefully he'll be okay. But more important is White.

He finally reached the porch. Where white had been thrown back and hit the ground, his mother had landed on the wooden porch, and cracked some of the wood. There was blood around her. Carr ran to White.

"Come on buddy." He whispered as he patted him on the cheek. What was he supposed to do? He pushed against Whites stomach a few times. No. He wasn't drowning. That was stupid. He felt Whites wrist for a pulse...

He was alive.

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Darkness

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White opened his eyes to see a grey celling above him. He blinked a few times. His vision was starting to come back, but there was a bright blur to his right. What was that? He wasn't in his house. He sat up and looked around. He was sitting on a short couch. This was Carr's living room. Why was he here?

"Psy.."

This didn't make any sense. He didn't go to Carr's house today. And why was there a ringing in his ears?

"duck…"

Wait… Psyduck? He turned around. The short yellow blob was standing there, hands on its head.

"Why the heck are you here? Mom never lets you leave."

…..Mom

He looked around quickly. "Carr?" He stood up and immediately was dizzy. He fell back onto the couch. "ah…CARR!"

Carr's mother quickly walked into the room. "Oh honey! White, you're awake!" She ran to the side of the bed. "Tim! Carr! Whites up!"

"Hey! Stop screaming!" He covered his ears and closed his eyes.

"No no. Stay awake okay. Please stay awake. Was that too loud? Oh honey I'm sorry." She sped through all of that, and White only caught about half of it.

He started to feel the world spin around him. "Where…where's my dad? Where's…my…"

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Darkness

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White moaned as his eyes opened again.

"Hey buddy. There you are." A voice said.

White was silent as his vision cleared. He was still on the couch at Carr's house.

"Hey…speak to me man." The voice said.

White looked towards the sound and saw Tim, Carr's father at the foot of the couch.

"Why…why am I here?"

"Well. You got hit in the head real good. Got knocked out, you did."

"I got knocked out?" He started to remember the events of earlier. He tried to sit up too quickly.

"Whoa whoa buddy. You lay back down, I think you got yourself a concussion."

White started to rock back and forth and laid back down. "Why am I here though? Why aren't I home?"

"Well, Carr carried you back here actually. And he brought your Pokèmon too."

White remembered Psyduck. "Wait…why Psyduck?"

"White…I think you might need a little more rest before we talk about this."

Carr walked in as his father said that and saw white sitting there. "White you're alive!"

White winced at the loud noise. "Of course I'm alive you idiot…why wouldn't I be?"

Carr looked at his father, and then back to White. No one said anything.

"Carr…why wouldn't I be alive?" He remembered his father being hit with a blast and going flying. "My dad? Where is he!?"

Carr crouched to be eye level with his friend. "Buddy. What do you remember?"

White thought for a moment, but it hurt for some reason. Why did his head hurt so bad?"

Tim grabbed a medicine bottle from the table besides him. "Here. Take two of these."

White opened his palm but didn't quite pay attention to what was happening. He flung them both in his mouth. Then realized he needed water. "Eww! Wh..water."

Tim quickly reached back to the table and grabbed a cup of water. "Here you go dude."

White grabbed the cup loosely and flung it back. Spilling some all over him. "Thanks." He said.

Carr took the cup away and asked "Now White. Do you remember anything at all?"

"I went to the marketplaces outside Saffron to get groceries, and carried them back with Dad. Then I saw you. And I went to sleep."

"Okay good. What else happened?"

White started to feel like he had a little more energy. He sat up slowly. "Umm…you radioed me didn't you? And…I was fighting with Darwin…a Mr. Mime?"

"Mr. Mime?" Tim said to himself. "Those are native to Johto. There aren't any around here at all. Strange."

White waited a moment as his thoughts returned to him. "My parents…." He looked up "Carr. Have you seen my parents?"

They were both quiet again.

"Buddy. There's no good way to say this at all. Those people at your house, with the Mime. They killed your parents."

"What…no of course not. No that's ridiculous, why would anyone do that Tim?"

They were both quiet.

White looked over at Carr. "Carr? This didn't happen. I know it didn't I just know it!"

Carr tried to think of what to say. He couldn't meet his friends eye contact.

"Carr look at me. And tell me this is a lie."

Carr looked up and met his friends gaze. Tears started to form in his eyes.

"No…you're lying-you're wrong!"

"White. I'm not lying to you." Tim said calmly.

White was speechless. He laid back down on the couch. "Who would do that…why would anyone…" he started to tear up.

His speech became jumbled as he started crying. Carr and Tim sat by his side.

[Three days later]

White picked at the salad in front of him. The dinner table was quiet, as it had been since he started living with Carr.

The awkward silence became unbearable for Carr's mother. "So Carr, White, are you guys still thinking about going on that hike anytime soon?"

White pushed his fork into the salad slowly and lifted it up to his mouth.

"Umm…I haven't thought about it actually. We might wait a little while." Carr said.

White ate the forkful of salad without speaking.

"Well…I think a little time outside would be great for you boys. Some bonding time."

Carr just nodded as he finished his plate and stood up. "White? You done."

"Umm…yeah. I am."

Carr grabbed both plates and took them to the sink.

"Did you not like it?" Carr's mother asked.

"Yes ma'am I did. I'm just full I guess."

"Well. Okay."

Carr returned to the table "White. What do you say we take some food out to our Pokèmon?"

"Sure. Why not." White stood up from the table and walked out the kitchen door to the backyard.

Outside, Darwin was jumping all around, trying to catch Megan as she flew around him. Psyduck was standing still, holding its head and looking at a Metapod, who was returning its stare.

Carr opened a bag, and scooped two bowls of the food, White did the same. Carr sat the food bowls down in front of his two Pokèmon, as White fed his two Pokèmon.

As the Pokèmon rested from their playing and their staring contests, Carr and White both sat down.

"So how you doing buddy?" Carr asked him.

White didn't answer him for a moment. He looked up at his freshly healed Pokèmon, and his newly owned Psyduck. "When you told me what happened. You said that the two men just walked away, right?"

"Yeah. Towards Celadon."

"You're sure?" White asked.

"Absolutely, I watched them leave."

White was quiet for a moment. Put his head down and punched the dirt. He looked back at Carr. "You know. I think it's time we take that hike."