Revenge: A Hero's Motivation
Chapter 6: Medium
[Route 7]
White and Carr finished packing everything back into their bags, after talking in private about Green, they decided it was best not to include her after all.
Green was sitting off to herself, playing with two Rattata who had come up to her from the woods.
"Alright Green, it was great to meet you." White said with a hint of regret.
"You guys are leaving so soon? I guess I thought we were going to travel together for a while."
"Well you know…we want to get on the road alright. But I wish you luck!" Carr said.
Green could tell there was something they weren't telling her. She had trusted them up to this point, so she wasn't sure what exactly was going on.
"I see…okay well you guys have fun too. And thank you." She stood up causing the Rattata to scatter, and gave both of them hugs. "I know it's only been a few days, but I feel like we've become good friends. I hate to see you guys go."
White wanted to tell her, but knew that they couldn't. This wasn't a mission that they could share with other people. He wanted revenge.
They said their goodbyes and then were on the road again.
After a few more hours of walking, they started to see some civilization.
Around most populated towns, there were marketplaces, traders, caravans, and other things like that.
People started becoming more and more common, and Carr stopped to look at a shop.
"Hello young boy. Can I interest you in a few Mental Herbs?" the shop keep asked.
"Mental Herbs? Sound scary. I'm actually looking for lemonade." Carr told him.
"Lemonade? Don't sell any of that my boy. But let me tell you about the amazing properties that this Herb holds!" He waved a white feather in Carr's face.
"Yeah no, no thank you I don't need a feather today."
"But my boy it's not any regular feather!"
"Yeah enough of the snake oil, we don't want any. But we are looking for information." White said, butting into the conversation.
"Information? Well I see you two area bit more mature than you seemed. What is it that old Shopkeep Ned here can help you with?"
White instantly felt his pride go up a little. He was mature. That felt wonderful.
"We're looking for two men. The first-"
Ned coughed and shook a metal can. "Talk is cheap, information is expensive."
White looked over to Carr for a moment, then took his bag off, and dug in it for his money bag. He had saved up 550p. He took a 25p coin and dropped it in the can.
"Now…continue, please."
"Right." White said, slightly disturbed. "We're looking for two men. The first one is very old, he walks with a cane and should have a scar on his face. The other is much younger, and bald. They might have had a Mr. Mime with them. Have you seen either of them?"
The shopkeep thought for a moment. "No I haven't. But best of luck boys."
"Wait…so that's it? Can I have my money back?"
"All sales are final, but I would be willing to offer you a 10p discount on a Mental Herb!"
"Oh yeah? Shove it!" White blurted, and walked away, Carr following.
"Let's just act like we didn't get played by that guy."
"Just go find your Lemonade, I'll see if I can find someone nicer."
Carr agreed and walked away.
After about ten minutes of asking people, Carr finally found White again.
"Get any information?" Carr asked.
"No but I found a great place to buy furniture, and the most overpriced Pokeballs in the world!" White said unenthusiastically.
"Well. I found lemonade." Carr held out a small bottle, half filled with drink.
"Oh good, this day wasn't a total waste then."
"Hey dude. We're gonna find them okay? We just started."
"Excuse me, child." A voice from behind said.
They both turned around to see a very old lady standing about four-foot-one, with a cane and long white hair.
"Uh, yes? Can we help you?"
"Not at all, but I believe that I can help you." The lady said mystically.
"You can? And how's that?" White asked with unbelief.
"I'm a psychic. I have a booth right over yonder." She pointed with her cane. "And you two are in need of my assistance." She looked at White. "Especially you."
"Oh really? Well if you're psychic, then what assistance do we need from you?"
"I can tell you're searching. You're looking for someone, or something."
"Well that's not hard to guess." Carr said.
"Fine, may I pry into your minds? I could give you more information to believe me!"
White gave a, uneasy chuckle. "Yeah I…yeah alright sure."
She quietly raised her hands up towards White and Carr. She closed her eyes and was still for a moment.
Carr looked at white with a questioning look.
"You seek revenge White. On the men who killed your parents."
"Okay hold on! What are you doing lady?" White interrupted.
She opened her eyes. "I'm telling the truth sir."
"Stay out of my brain!" he said forcefully.
She stood her ground. "I take it you believe me now?"
"Yes we believe you. Can you help us?" Carr asked.
She looked at Carr. "I will help you only. You and your friend seek two different things. You seek to help a lost friend, but he…" She turned to White "He seeks blood. I will not help him. But I will tell you Carr, go back home."
"Excuse me! You aren't helping anybody with this!"
Her expression didn't change. "What do you wish me to tell you? The location of these men? Will that bring your father back."
"Stop bringing that up!"
She was quiet. "There is hope for you child, your friend can save you from this path... One of the men you seek is in the heart of the city. The other is gone."
They were both quiet for a second. White was holding back tears. "We'll be leaving now." He said.
Carr and White walked away, not really sure if they had found answers or just more questions.
White sat next to Carr on a tree stump outside of the rows of salesmen. He needed a breather.
"You alright man?" Carr asked him.
"Yeah I guess. I dunno. I didn't like that lady at all."
"But she was right, wasn't she? So maybe that guy is in Celadon?"
Carr didn't actually think they would find either of them. He really just wanted White to get out of the house and heal a bit. What would happen if they did find those men? They could die too!
"I'll have to believe her. That's all we've got to go on so far. So we're gonna have to spend a few days in the city."
"I'm no city boy. They're different there you know. They're always so angry and busy!"
*wham*
White laughed. "As long as you don't wear camo, we won't stand out."
"Hey what's that supposed to mean?"
*wham*
"What the heck is that noise?" White asked
They both looked around, looking for the source.
About thirty feet away, there was a man standing with his Cubone, staring at a lone pine tree.
"Do it again!"
They watched the Cubone step back, and then slam its head into the three.
*wham*
"What are they doing? That's got to be painful!" Carr said in shock.
They both stood up and started walking towards the man and his Cubone.
*wham*
"Hey sir!" Carr called.
The man turned around. "Yes m'boy? How can I be helping you?"
"What are you doing to your Pokèmon?" White asked.
"Oh this? We huntin' some rare Pokèmon in this here place."
"By hitting a tree?"
"Lemme just show you. Cueball, do it again."
The Pokèmon took another step back, and head-butted the tree once again.
Suddenly, a small Pokèmon was shook from the tree.
It was extremely small, yellow, and had two little wings. There were three faces on its small hexagonal trio body.
"What even is that?" White asked.
"Well, it aint what I'm looking for. I recon it's a bug though." The man said in his rough voice.
The Pokèmon started flying again, after gathering its bearings, and started to buzz happily.
"It's kinda cool." Carr commented.
"I wish we had Green's Pokemon dictionary thing." White said
"Oh yea! It could tell us what that is!"
"Are one'a you boys gonna catch this thing? It's getting away."
He was right, the Pokèmon started to buzz away.
"I'll take a shot."
White pulled a Pokèball out of his pocket and threw it towards the bee Pokèmon.
"Psyduck!" his Pokèmon announced after it appeared in a flash of red.
"Psyduck, water pulse!"
Psyduck attacked with a pulsing blast of water towards the bug and hit it directly. It turned around and started waving its tiny wings at Psyduck. It somehow made a small gust of wind that hit Psyduck directly.
"Did that little thing use gust? I guess it's a flying type!" Carr commented.
White grabbed an empty Pokèball off of his belt and threw it at the little bug.
*Poof!*
It was suddenly encapsulated in the ball. It fell to the ground and shone a red color as the Pokèmon tried to escape the ball.
It shook once.
Twice.
Three times.
*click*
"Yeah I got it!" White yelled. "good job buddy."
"Psy psy!"
Carr laughed "Now you have a bee…thing? Cool!"
"It could be useful!" White said in defense.
"Good job lil' man. You'd best take that to the Pokèmon center right in that there city."
"Yeah. Good point sir. Thank you!"
He picked up the Pokeball and returned his Psyduck. "Looks like it's time to go to Celadon City."