Oh, I forgot to mention last time that I got a review that is pretty much bigger than some of the earlier episodes. Kudos to Traz for writing such a big thing, it means a lot. I'm really starting to enjoy seeing how many people read this and getting something that must have taken a fair bit of time to do really makes all my effort worth it.
Anyway another Episode here for you's. This is mainly humour and also wraps up this Story Arc nicely. The Next Arc will also be in Vermillion so no worries that anything has been missed out.
Reviews are still very much appretiated, even if they are only short ones.
Episode Seventy-Four: Escapade
"Damn, I hate these Pokémon Center beds," I muttered as I opened my eyes. I was sore all over, especially my shoulder. I sat up and glanced down at my shoulder before exclaiming loudly, "what the hell is this white thing?"
"That would be a plastercast," came the voice from the bed next to mine. The voice seemed somewhat familiar to me, but I couldn't remember from where.
I glanced across and nearly fell out of bed, "you're that Raichu!"
"Observant, ain't ya'?" The Gym Pokémon laughed, it had a bandage around it's forehead and a second one around its middle.
"So, what happened to you?" I asked, wondering what could have done so much damage to a Pokémon that flattened me without breaking out a sweat.
Raichu grinned slightly, "that Pikachu friend of yours. After you nearly decapitated her with the door, I try to help her up and she beats the crap out of me."
I couldn't help but laugh, I should have known, "she does that. Fairly often."
"So what are you in the clink for?" The Raichu enquired.
"I kinda got impaled to a wall by something sharp, nothing too serious."
The Raichu winced, "the Squirtle friend of yours mentioned something about that, I thought he was kidding."
"Who? Squirt?" I asked.
"Would you stop calling me that," came the voice from the doorway.
"Why would he want to do that? You are short," the Raichu muttered.
"I heard that fuzzball. I don't care if we are in a Pokémon Center, I will kick your butt," Squirtle threatened
"Do your worse, Squirt," Raichu glared.
"With pleasure," Squirtle smirked, poking his head outside and calling out, "Hey Pika, the fuzzy rodent in here says you're ugly."
Both me and Raichu looked at each other, both of us scared for our lives.
"If we both run, we might have a chance," I told him, climbing out of bed and falling flat on my face, "or not."
"I say we fight, I would rather die standing," Raichu muttered, jumping to the floor.
"Me too, so could you help me up?" I asked, from the floor, "my legs are being bastards today."
The Raichu hauled me up by my good arm and we both stood, staring at the doorway. Squirtle had vanished, probably to get away from the impending violence.
"I want it noted that this is your fault," I told my 'comrade in death'
"It is not my fault that your friend is short," the Raichu insisted.
Three seconds passed, nothing. I was getting annoyed now. Raichu was humming some tune that was really getting on my nerves.
"Would you quit that?" I asked, loudly.
"Sorry. I dunno why the Jaws theme popped into my head like that."
It all became clear when he suddenly collapsed to the floor, taking me down with him. I looked up and saw Pika standing above me, carrying a big stick. She must have snuck round behind us, using the window or something
"Flame," she muttered, raising the stick.
"Pika. Not now," I said, from the floor, "I have a headache."
It worked, somehow. Pika lowered the club. I managed to pull myself up, thankfull that I hadn't suffered any more injuries. My ribs were aching a little, but they didn't feel anywhere near as nasty as they had before. Maybe I'd only bruised them, I dunno.
Pika was about to smash Raichu over the head when she too collapsed. However, she hadn't been hit by anything.
"Sleep powder is handy," Scyther muttered as he walked in. His chest was covered in bandages and one of his arm blades was in a sling but he seemed okay. Definatly better off that me.
"Scyther. Hiya. Nice timing, as usual" I said, scratching at an itch.
"Flame seems to be okay," Scyther nodded, before glancing down, "Raichu, not so much."
"Never let Pika near sticks," Squirtle muttered as he poked his head around the door, grinning.
I wanted to kill Squirtle but I had slightly more importent things on my mind.
"How is Blacky?" I asked.
"He'll be fine. They're keeping an eye on him though, just incase."
"Moron doesn't want a concussed Blacky wandering around," Scyther added, I mentaly agreed with the bug.
"How long am I going to have this thing on my arm?" I asked, leaning on the bed. I wanted to be battle-ready as soon as I could, so I could go back to the gym and win this time.
"A week or two, less if you stayed still and rested."
So, I did what I was asked, mainly because Scyther warned me that if I kept trying to escape then I'd get a sleep powder to the face. Which wouldn't have been nice, Pika had a slight reaction to it and ended up sneezing for ages. Raichu was let out of the Center the next day, so I was stuck in the room solo.
To put it simply, I was bored. I hadn't been so inactive before in my life, I was even bored of sleeping. I had been given a ball to keep myself amused with, but they took it away after I tried to knock Scyther out with it. It had taken all of my self-control to resist playing with fire, seeing as I doubted Scyther would like me burning the building down. I couldn't even go for a walk about, Scyther was outside my door all the time. The window was locked, I'd already tried that.
The only thing I hadn't tried was the air vent, which was just out of reach. I didn't think that I'd be able to climb up a wall with only three limbs working, so I hadn't tried. However, I was deperate to break out of the sheer boredom that had invaded the room.
"Here goes nothing," I muttered, focusing on the passageway. I tensed up my legs and set off at full speed, hurtling towards the, very much, solid wall. I lept into the air and looked as though I was going to make it inside with no trouble, untill gravity kicked in and I crashed into the wall just below it.
I managed to grab onto the ledge and dig in with my claws, hanging there by only one paw. My injured one was crushed between me and the wall, which was painfull. I didn't make a sound, listening for any movement coming from the other side of the doorway.
My arm was getting tired when I finally decided that I was in the clear, so it was hard to pull myself up. Eventually I managed to get my trapped arm free and, using the plastercast as a lever, hauled myself into the air vent. The steel walls reminded me of Asmodeus's hideout, which was slightly unnearving but anything was better than the sheer monotony of the room that I had just left.
I took a few seconds to check myself over, the plastercast had a few cracks in it but it was holding strong and I was pretty much okay.
'No problem, now lets get the hell out of here,' I thought as I started crawling fowards, which was difficult with only three limbs.
I had been moving for only a few minutes before I found my way blocked by a sheet of steel.
"Bugger," I muttered, considering going back. However, there was no turning back. There wasn't enough room.
I moved closer to the barrier before me, wondering if I could blast my way through it. I was saved from making that decision, by falling down a near vertical drop that the ventilation shaft took. It was the most intence slide ride of my life, and I had ridden a rock down a cliff when I was a kit. But, that was nothing compaired to the sudden shock of being plunged downwards combined with the feel of being in such a confined space.
The ride ended just as suddenly as it begun as the shaft evened out again. I kept on sliding, unable to find purchase on the steel. I wasn't even slowing down and, to my shock, there was one of the fans that pushed air through the shafts dead ahead of me. And it was starting to turn.
One of the three blades was pointing downwards, blocking off my slide. Luckily it had moved before I slammed into it and I slid past, barely fitting through the gap. There was no time to catch my breath as I could see a light off in the distance and it was racing towards me, or me towards it.
Either way, I went into the light and found myself catapulted into midair.
"Craaaaap!" I yelled as I hit the ground, landing in a nice and soft beanbag chair thingie. I must have gone crazy, because I felt the sudden urge to go back and do the whole thing again.