I finally got this done. 'Cause I am awesome... and because I really need to get around to getting it done. Anyway, should have a proper chapter up soon, and that'll come with a rather nice announcement.

I just realised... now that I have this done, I'll have to do Episode seven. Crap. Well, at least it'll be somewhat closer to the good stuff.

Anyway... Flame wakes up, gets annoyed at that voice of his, and then tries to escape from the clutches of the Humans.

Episode Six: Central Mishap (Redux)

"Yow," I murmured as I finally opened my eyes, rapidly shutting them against the piercing light that felt like it was stabbing my brain. It was not something you wanted to wake up to with a headache. "What the hell did I eat last night?" I thought as I finally felt well enough to handle the light and opened my eyes again. It took a few seconds for my vision to focus but, when it did, I found myself staring up at a hideous white ceiling that just had to belong to a Human building (No Pokemon, ever, would put up with a white like that. Even if you were stupid enough to live in a chalk cave, you tended to cover the walls in dirt or something to darken the place up. White just made your home easier to spot, which made you an easy target for every single nasty out there. Like snakes...)

There was some sort of fabric underneath me, which was surprising considering how flammable most Human stuff was. My tail was resting on it, the fire happily flickering away, and nothing caught alight. Traitorous fire.

"The bed sheet is fireproof, you idiot."

"Oh good, you're still around," I muttered, practically oozing sarcasm, "There was me hoping that being knocked out would kill you."

"No such luck. Anyway, the room is ward 6B of the Pokemon Center in Pewter City. So you essentially saved yourself an hour's walk by having the crap kicked out of you."

"Hey. I didn't get the crap kicked out of me! I won, remember?"

"You keep telling yourself that."

"I want a new voice, one that isn't so much of a prat."

"Well you're stuck with me."

Now that I think about it, I should probably explain about Mr high and mighty voice here. It was a rather recent development, around a year or so before Moron had blundered his way through Viridian forest. I suppose it kept me company whenever I got bored of torching the yellow rats that constantly tried to wind me up. And, talking about annoying yellow rats...

"Uh... why the hell did they put you in the same room as the one you were fighting?"

"Why the hell would I know?" I paused for a second, running over the options, "I say we kill her and make our escape."

"I say that is a stupid idea. Killing her would have the Pokemon Control Unit after your blood. And they'd take every last drop of it too."

"How do you know this crap?" The was no answer, so I sighed before continuing, "So, then we just beat her up a little more instead of killing her. I'm sure the dimwitted Humans won't notice a few more bruises."

"Which would be a good idea; if she wasn't waking up. I want it noted that it was you yapping so damn loudly that is to blame for this. Okay... escape route... window!"

I paused, wondering what the hell the voice was on about. There was a mental sigh.

"The hole in the wall just above you, it's open. Your call; stay and fight, probably dooming yourself to further servitude to that Human, or make the leap for freedom."

I didn't even bother to think about it, freedom was the magic word after all. I spun around, eyes instantly locking onto the part of the wall that revealed the outside world, as I shot forwards. My claws, blunt as they were, were more than a match for the crappy walls, gouging holds that allowed me to climb my way up to the window. The sound of movement from the other bed was more pronounced now, the Pikachu was definitely waking up.

"Knew I should have blasted her before doing this..." I thought to myself as I hauled myself up onto what that all-knowing inner voice of mine called a windowsill.

"What the hell are you doing?!" There was the yell from down below. Well, no going back now. I squeezed through the opening, amazed that it didn't turn out to be a Demon Wall. Then I stopped, feeling the afternoon sun beating against my scales as I spotted just how far away the floor was.

"Holy mother of Mew!"

"Let's leave her out of this, okay? You might tick off the wrong person if you keep bringing up their mother" Oh good, annoying voice was back,"Look, you just go down the drainpipe to your left. Easy enough."

I looked to the left. Didn't see anything bar more wall.

"Other left!" The voice half-yelled; half-sighed at me. Okay, what seemed to be some sort of fake tree, made out of a tacky black (Humans, black and white. That's all they seem to be able to manage) material, leading from the roof to the floor. Easy, I went for the pipeline, even if the voices coming from the room behind me had gotten louder. Then I paused for half a second... voices? As in more than one?

Then Human hands grabbed me around the waist and yanked me back inside. I ended up facing the Moron.

"Don't do that again," he said, slowly and patronising. I rewarded him for it, and grabbing me, by locking my jaws around his wrist. It took him less time to stop screaming 'get it off!' and to actually succeed in getting my teeth out of his arm, solely because to female Human was helping out, after having a good old giggle as I was shaken around, attached to the Human only by the physical sense.

So, once I'd been levered off of Moron, and deftly landed on my paws, the scowling Human reached for one of those ball things. I bared all my, rather pointy, teeth and just reaffirmed my pure resentment of going into that damn device. Well, it wasn't the device itself that really bugged me, more the freaky sensation that was given when you were pulled into or back out of the thing.

"You should see a Great Ball's pull, it's worse. Then you get Ultras that are stronger still. Masters are said to be even stronger, I really wouldn't want to be in one of those."

"What the hell is with you?! Are you trying to get yourself killed!" The Pikachu brought her muzzle right in front of mine, invading my breathing air.

"Oh good, all I need, a yellow rat acting all uppity."

She growled... I could have sworn that I had said that in my head. Guess not. Well, only one way to salvage the situation now. So I let loose a toothy smirk, right before unleashing a whisp of thick black smoke straight into her staring eyes. While she was blinded, another of my headbutts put her out for the count. Again. Then I was hauled into the air once more, about to sink my teeth into the stubborn Human flesh when I was aware of the fact that the hold was slightly less rough... and one handed, the other actually patting my head.

"See, you just need to be gentle," the girl was saying. Right untill I jabbed her in the wrist with my claws, and then the Pikachu electrocuted me, before the Human'd let me go.

So, one frizzy haired female Human and one more headbutt for the Pikachu, I ended up being dragged behind that damn turtle again, as he tried to keep up with Moron, who was still laughing at the Joanne person-thing.

"We're going to the gym!" The turtle was exclaiming, sounding way too happy for my liking...

"What the hell is a gym?"

"You'll see when we get there." Ugh, if there is one thing I hate more then irritating yellow rats, it's cryptic turtles.

"...I hate you."

"I love you too," was the sarcastic reply.

"No, I really do hate you. Here, I'll prove it!"

He turned right into the punch that sent him crashing to the floor.