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Yeah that's right. I called you a girl. What are you gonna… or, you are one? My apologies. For calling you what you… you know, never mind. Now I'm confused.

What? Oh, right… plot.

Chapter 5: Garrison

What's happening? Why is this happening? I paid those trainers so much to make sure this place was protected… oh god. The trainers. I'm going to be sick.

The screaming pounded in my ears as lightning chased after citizens, running indoors in a desperate attempt to escape. The Treecko that my Houndoom had been fighting was struck from behind and sent sprawling to the ground, twitching as electricity coursed through its body. My Houndoom ran to me, and the motion attracted the attention of the thing. Its eyes flashed a haunting blue, and it swooped in closer.

It was huge, its green-laid wings reaching a length inconceivable. The tassels on top of its head, usually giving its species a whimsical look, stood out like horns. I had never seen a Dragonite in such a rage, and before it even drew in a breath to fire god-knows-what at me, I knew. Death had come. I dropped to the ground, clutching my Houndoom for dear life. The Dragonite's mouth began to glow red, and it issued a Fire Blast out of its mouth towards us.

I closed my eyes, but the burning did not come. I opened them quickly and was shocked. The Treecko… it had jumped in the way, deflecting a good bit of the fire stream with its Blades. It let out a cry and jumped towards the monster. It struck quickly, brutally, in rapid succession, cut after cut piercing the Dragonite's flesh. But it held its ground; the Death Pokémon let out a loud cry and threw the Treecko away with a simple beat of it wings. Such terrible power!

By this time, the Squirtle I thought I had put into a hospital was already spinning towards us, the Cyndaquil riding atop it. The Squirtle sprung open, launching its rider into the air. The Cyndaquil let loose a Fire Blast of its own at the monster, and without missing a beat, sheathed itself in flame, descending upon the Dragonite as if it were a meteor.

The Dragonite did not even flinch when it was stuck, blasting the Cyndaquil with a Thunder before tossing it aside.

I heard Axel yell something, and the Treecko was suddenly back on the scene. Vines wrapped around the still-spinning Squirtle and, in an obviously practiced motion, the turtle was lifted from the ground by the Treecko's prodigious strength. With a battle cry, the gecko Pokémon began to strike the Dragonite with the shell as if it were a large mace, while the Cyndaquil, somehow still alive, began to attack the monster behind with a seemingly infinite chain of Double Kicks.

I couldn't move. I was too shocked. It was battles like this that one only dreamed of when thinking of the Great Wars, before rules had been established on the use of Pokémon, before peace had been achieved. To have one happen right in front of my eyes… it was impossible. I had to be mad.

The Dragonite began to falter, but with a sudden Twister, it knocked its attackers away. With a burst of speed, it rose into the air, taking aim at me and charging, white light gathering around its mouth. With a loud, monstrous cry, it sent forth a Hyper Beam at Houndoom and I.

A hand darted in front of me, catching the beam in mid-air. I swear to God! Don't look at me like that! The Meditite that had been asleep ever since the tournament had started was now standing in front of me, stretching. It looked back at me, winked, and shot its arm forth, throwing the beam right back at the Dragonite and striking the beast directly in the mouth. I don't care if you say that's impossible! I know what I saw! I'm not crazy!

With a slight chuckle, the Meditite charged the raging monster, striking it with a punch that overflowed with lightning. With a kick, it threw the Dragonite into the air, rising after to continue its assault.

I felt an arm shake me, and I dove away from the source. But it was the redheaded girl, Axel's friend, yelling at me to move. "Are you stupid?" she yelled. "Come on! We have to get indoors!"

"Those… Pokémon…" I sputtered. "I… I can help them! I can fight too!"

She smacked me. "Stop talking like an idiot, come on! You'll die if you stay out here too long!"

Despite the situation, I was filled with rage. How dare she question the power my Pokémon my possessed? "I've raised this Houndoom since it was puppy!" I yelled defensively, as a large crack signaled that another Thunder had struck its mark, "there's no way that Squirtle has a better chance of surviving than it does!"

"Shut up, you idiot!" I heard the Meditite scream from above. It was too late, though. The Dragonite had already changed targets again, glowing in Outrage as it dove towards the girl and I. I saw the other Pokémon dart after it, but they were too slow. My Houndoom's flamethrower couldn't stop it, didn't even phase the thing. How was this possible? The girl dragged me, still unable to move, across the stage as fast as she could, but it was for nothing. The Dragonite came in like a bullet, and I felt its breath as it came within inches of me.

And stopped. Senses restored, I scrambled from underneath the thing, looking around for whatever had forced the monster to stop. Looking into the sky, I saw the Meditite, breathing heavily, its eyes glowing a piercing, haunting blue. Its arm was outstretched: the creature was holding the Dragonite back with the sheer force of its Psychic power! With a loud roar, it pulled back its arm, and the Dragonite flew though the air towards the Meditite, who began beating the dragon into the ground relentlessly with the palms of its hands.

Finally listening, I ran along with the girl, ducking towards the Pokémon Center in desperation. The redhead, seeing Axel still standing outside, called to him as well, but he waved her away. The girl stood for a moment, but eventually darted into the building. I stayed. Even though Death was so close, I had to see what made this trainer different, why so much faith was being placed in his abilities.

Axel was yelling at the Meditite, rushing towards it as fast as his legs could carry him. When it seemed that he would reach the Pokémon, a Barrier flew up out of nowhere, throwing the trainer back several feet. The Meditite on the inside, entire body glowing the same color as its eyes now, continued to beat the Dragonite around the confines of the Barrier like a ragdoll. The Death Pokémon fired off another Hyper Beam, and I know it saw it strike the Meditite directly in the head, but the Pokémon didn't even flinch. I swear! I wasn't seeing things!

All the while, Axel banged on the sides of the Barrier, yelling incoherent things at the Meditite. He called something to his other three Pokémon, and the three quickly assembled. The Squirtle threw the Treecko into the air, and the Cyndaquil, in an act that made me question both my sanity and Axel's, spewed flame directly onto the flying gecko's body. Now set ablaze, the Treecko extended its Leaf Blades as large as it could, and came down upon the Barrier with a force that sent shockwaves through the air. The shield cracked, and as if it were glass, burst apart in shards.

Axel, wasting no time, ran towards the scene. By this time, the Meditite was holding the Dragonite aloft, slowly bending the dragon's neck backwards inch by inch, intending to snap it. The trainer, who at this point could be described as nothing but insane, grasped the raging Meditite and smacked it across the face. The Pokémon flashed a brilliant red, and for a moment, I thought that Axel was a dead man for sure. But the trainer grasped the Meditite by the shoulders, looking into its eyes and talking soothingly to it. The Meditite began to nod slowly; its eyes faded and were replaced with their normal colors, and, after swaying back and forth, it collapsed onto the ground.

Axel sighed, motioning to his other Pokémon. The Treecko picked the Meditite up off the ground, setting it gently on the Squirtle, who spun towards the Pokémon center. The Cyndaquil jumped up onto Axel's shoulder, and the trainer approached the Dragonite, petting it gently and assessing its wounds.

That was the last straw. I burst into the Pokémon center, raving and shouting accusations at the top of my lungs. At length, I was detained, but they won't be able to keep me in this padded cell forever. I'm Percy Garrison, and if I say I'm sane then my lawyer and personal doctor will as well, damn it! And I know I'm right. There's no other explanation.

If it had only been the absurdly powerful Pokémon, whose methods of battles seemed so eerily similar to recent headlines, then fine, I would have thought twice. Even the homicidal Meditite with anger issues could be explained away, but the trainer's attitude towards the Dragonite? That was the last straw. I said that already. I don't care.

I knew the truth from that day on, and until people begin to listen I won't rest. I'll devote my life to this man, proving to everyone else what he truly is, in order to protect this world. I'll follow him, as soon as I can, and expose him as the monster he is. I'll do it. I'll do it. I will be the one to do it!

I will prove beyond doubt that Axel is the Trainer of Death, even if it kills me.

Author's Note: If You Don't Care, Don't Read! YAY!

And with that, I'd like to think that the 'introduction' part of the story is finished. There'll be an aftermath scene next, but we'll be moving on soon enough, don't you worry.

In the mean time, let's do some more behind-the-scenes work, shall we?

Name Origins:

Both Axel and Munson don't really have origins; it's more along the lines of 'this name seems to fit this character.' The same with Percy Garrison, but not only does this sound like a snooty rich kids name, but it has 'purse' in it, which alludes to how much money he has.

QNA (Questions Never Asked):

Does Axel have a last name?

- It's not really important to the plot but, yeah. It's Jackson.

What about Amber?

- I'll get back to you on that one, ok?

How long is this story going to be, anyway?

- Honestly? I don't have a clue. I would like to stretch it across an 8-gym cycle but… I'm not sure how long that will take. Or if I even have that much story. Rest assured, though… we're probably going to be here for a while.

Can I submit an idea for an original character?

- Well… I mean, I'm not asking for submissions, but I won't say no. Make sure you make it a PM though.

What's a PM?

Private. Message. Idiot…

Hey!

- Sorry.

Max English out.