Gyarados

The sirens had ceased, but the flames still crackled, occasionally stirring as bits of the house collapsed inward. The flames were calming down, now bright orange instead of deep violet. Being the classic trademark of Dragon Rage, the violet flames were so intense that they wouldn't look like normal flames until many hours after the initial outburst. Due to the different energy source, Rage fire wasn't quite fire. It was potentially more dangerous than true fire, since water couldn't tame it as easily.

The Rage fire was beginning to smolder now, inhabiting a space that used to be a normal two-story house. It had been a nice dusty pink, but similar to every other house in the neighborhood: white window boxes filled with pansies, a steep roof with red shingles, an old brick chimney, a welcome mat that said 'Wipe Your Paws', a rose pink mailbox. No longer. The pansies had been toasted to a crisp and were long gone. The roof was mere rubble topping the giant pile of soot. The bricks were black, some still glowing and hot enough to grill a steak. No one could locate the welcome mat and the mailbox had melted to metallic glop.

And it wasn't just the house that had suffered. In the middle of the front yard, the car was rubble as well. Not from Rage fire, though. The car had been smashed to pieces by several full body tackles. The largest damage was a blow that had crushed the roof, causing the safety glass to fracture dozens of times with large white jags. Then it had been rammed into from the left side, causing the brown and tan car to flip upside down. The last blow had been to the engine, making the hood bend up at a slight angle. Much of the fluid had been washed away, but glistens of oil and gasoline still remained on the grass underneath it. Without doubt, this car would never run again.

The tree closest to the house had burned down to a charred spike in the ground. Another tree was dangerously leaning from a seven foot long crack running up the trunk. In the driveway, there was a circular ring of cracks from something powerful slamming into the asphalt. The chain link fence in the backyard was torn out and twisted about. As he surveyed the damage, the insurance agent shook his head.

Along the street, neighbors still kept their distance. They were curious about the destruction, but afraid it would spread. They walked along the sidewalk, stopped to gawk at the ruins for a minute, then scurried on before the police noticed them. However, they kept coming back, hoping for answers.

In the street, two police officers were questioning a teenaged girl. They knew who she was, Lisa Bailey from the rural route west of town. She was dressed nicely today, with her dark green hair tied up in a neat bun with a blue scale hairpin. Her dress was hand sewn, a simple affair with short sleeves trimmed with lace, sparkling blue buttons, and a long flowing skirt. Made of blue cotton fabric with pink lotus flowers printed here and there, she had likely sewn it herself. To go with this, she had a handbag of sparkling blue scales and blue shoes with low heels.

Lisa was being emotional, though. Sometimes she was tearful and downcast, clutching her handbag close. Other times, she was bitter and angry, stomping her foot and glaring away from the policemen. And other times she was nervous and concerned, looking back to her two Pokemon in great worry. However, she didn't seem too worried about the destruction of the house. Whenever it got mention, she fumed silently.

On the other hand, her two Pokemon seemed quite pleased with themselves. One was a Gyarados, a powerful water Pokemon with small but showy frills around her neck. Twenty-one feet long, she had no limbs, instead having a strong finned tail and a fearsome countenance. With teeth as long as a man's hand and glossy blue scales that often matched the waters it lived in, people rightfully feared the wild ones.

The other Pokemon was also a Gyarados, but a highly distinctive one. Instead of being blue, he sported glossy plum red scales. This gave him a devilish appearance, especially with the cheeky grin he was wearing as he surveyed the burning rubble. Residents of the town knew this Pokemon well as Lisa's oldest Pokemon. Normally he wasn't known for causing trouble, so the neighbors avidly gossiped about what was up with the two Gyarados now.

Sitting on the curb near the destroyed home and car was another teenager. He wasn't being as moody as Lisa, though. Instead, the blond-haired track star rested his elbows on his knees while he looked down at the ground. He had been shell-shocked this whole time, never once looking back at the destruction behind him as if he could make it go away by denying it. He barely responded to people who came up to him.

He was dressed nicely as well, in black pants and a white button up shirt. However, he had a white ice pack over his right eye to keep it from swelling any more. A girl other than Lisa had punched him not that long ago. That was when his family's home had still been standing, though. He made an effort to not look at the Gyarados pair.

Eventually, Lisa was made to recall her two Pokemon and go to the station with one of the policemen. The other one came up to the boy. "Piece of advice, kid," he said in a flat voice. "Don't ever cheat on a girl, especially not one that trains Gyarados."

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Gyarados Emerald entry: It is an extremely vicious and violent Pokemon. When humans begin to fight, it will appear and burn everything to the ground with intensely hot flames.

This was posted to mark my first year anniversary of Pokedex One-Shots! So it includes an older version of Lisa and Tuna from the first story.