Flame's temper comes into play. A little conversation heavy.

Episode Eleven: Death Wish Denied

Now, as I have already estabilished, I don't like snakes and this one was about thirty times my size. Unfortunatly, usually for me, I tend to make wisecracks whenever I get scared.

"What the heck do they feed you?" I blurted out. (Although I made a good point, how much food would would that thing need? I doubt you could carry the amount needed for a light snack, let alone a full day)

The Onix didn't seem to realise that I had hinted at it's weight, so my wisecrack instinct kicked in again.

"Is your brain made of rock too, dipstick?" I practically yelled at it. This time it figured out I had insulted it, and swung its tail at me.

Now, the tail is made of rock and hit me very hard. I was pretty sure that it'd broken a few of my ribs, since it hurt like hell to get back up. I made a mental note not to insult things that weigh fifty times more than me, and to kill Moron if I ever got out of that arena alive.

The Onix wrapped its tail around a stalagmite and ripped it out of the ground and hurling it in my direction. I spotted the pointy end zooming strait for me and I was too injured to get out of the way. I closed my eyes and waited for the enevitable, but it never came. A strange tingling sensation washed over me and I felt myself being pulled from the battle into one of those Pokéball contraptions.

I sat in the simulated meadow and almost thanked Moron for that timely intervention, even though he got me into the mess. So I decided not to kill him, just put him in about the same amount of pain as I was going through. I begged my brain to let me pass out, and it dutifully obliged.

I woke up, on what I swear was the exact same bed in the Pokémon Center I had been in before. Squirtle was at the other end of the bed, covered in bandages but seemed to be okay. I slowly got to my feet, suprised that the pain in my ribs had shrunk to a small throb. Unfortunatly, I was very dizzy and proceeded to fall flat on my face. (Luckily the bed was squishy, so it didn't hurt. It was also fireproof, unlike most human beds.)

The sudden moment, and the fact I may have cried out a little when I fell over, caused Squirtle to snap out of his doze. One of his eyes was bloodshot as it gazed into my own.

"About time you woke up," he said, yawning slightly, "You've been out cold for about a day now. Nurse Joy managed to patch up your ribs."

Well that explained why my limbs didn't seem to want to move but it didn't explain everything.

"What happened back there?" I managed to croak. (I hadn't had any water in about a day, can you blame my voice for going?)

"The Onix beat the living crap out of you," Squirtle said. Wiseass.

"I think I gathered that much, I meant what happened afterwards. You didn't seem that injured when I was fighting."

"Oh, that was easy. After you were pulled out, I got sent back into the fight. The Onix tried to do the same thing it did to you on me, but my shell is a little harder to crack than your puny ribs. Needless to say, I won."

Well that filled a few gaps in my memory. Although there was still one thing I had to ask.

"Where's Moron?"

"I didn't think you cared about him," Squirtle laughed

"I don't, I want to set his stupid flipping head on fire for sending me on a suicide run," I growled. Squirtle laughed, before realising that I was serious. (I don't make idle threats, unless I've had too many Oran berries. In which case, I'm not in any state to carry them out anyway)

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Authors remarks: A fair point gets raised, why do pokemon never break bones? And where does alchohol come from in the pokemon universe? I always pictures pokemon getting drunk on Oran berries, explains why they are so often held by things in the games. It also explais snorlax, he is too drunk to do anything.