Well nothing as creepy as the last episode will happen for a long time, I don't think my own brain could handle it. So we travel back into known territory and deal with Flame's reaction to the previous episode. This was more of a 'spur of the moment' type episode as I originally intended for Flame to justknock himself out with bush full of Oran berries and their intoxicating effect that I mentioned in a early episode. I'll save that little gem of a scene for a later episode, where it would be more fitting.
Comments please, or Flame will kill you. I am serious here. Never ever mess with a pissed off Charmander.
Episode 108: Damage Control
Five minutes later, I left the cavern. Squirt was standing beside the exit, the sight of him did little to help my building anger.
"You okay?" He asked, sensing that I was not in a good moon. Yet he felt like he had to ask about the obvious. Dick.
"I'm fine," I lied, "but Cresent hit her head a few times. Now I'm going to take a walk."
Squirt didn't make a move to follow me as I walked away. Which was good because, if he had, he'd have ended up with a few head injuries himself. I left the city and vanished into forest, seeing as there were no psychotic things around that I knew of. Well, there were none if you don't myself.
"Why am I so upset?" I asked myself as I wandered aimlessly through the trees, booting the occasional stone, "it's none of my business what everyone else gets up too. It's probably just lack of sleep getting too me. Who the heck am I talking too? Ugh, I need a nap untill I can figure out what emotion to follow."
So I found myself a quiet little clearing, curled up beside a tree and dozed off. It was a nice dreamless sleep, no nightmares or anything to haunt me. Untill I woke up, that is, and heard somebody approaching.
"Who the hell?" I muttered as I took cover behind a bush, watching as a Human stepped into the clearing.
He was accompanied by a bird Pokémon, a Spearow was perched on his shoulder.
"Are you sure that the Charmander was heading this way?" The red head asked the Pokémon, who nodded, "good, I've been looking fowards too a little payback."
'What the hell does Frank want now?' I thought, mentaly cursing when I spotted the glasses laying in the grass. They must have fallen off when I was dozing.
"What have we here?" Frank muttered as he spotted the blacked out glass, "looks like our firey pal has developed a fasion sense. Well, he definatly came through here."
'Why does he pick now, of all times, to come after me?' I asked myself as he picked up the glasses and headed onwards, 'well, better not let him go away empty handed. I could use a Human punchbag.'
There happened to be a small rock laying on the ground right beside me. I, naturally, picked it up and bunged it at the annoying red head. But I missed and knocked the, just as annoying, Spearow off of its perch instead.
"Well, better than nothing," I smirked to myself as I picked up a second rock.
That time, I didn't miss. Just as Frank was looked around to see what beaned his precious Pokémon, I got him right between the eyes. He went down and gave me plenty of time to walk away, laughing.
"Stupid Humans," I laughed, untill I heard a Pokéball open up behind me, "well, looks like he is more stupid than I thought."
I glanced back to see the Electabuzz staring me down.
"Beat the crap out of that annoying orange reptile," Frank called over as he got back up, blood running from the gash on his face that I had given him. I felt somewhat sad that it was only a small one.
"Or you could beat yourself up now and save me the trouble," I added, turning fully and raising my fists, "but you're way too stupid to do that, so let's get your arse kicking over with already."
It charged, I tripped it up. Simple as that.
"How many people have fallen for that now?" I asked as it got back up. This one actually learnt and approached a little slower, so I wouldn't be able to sneak attack it like that again. Didn't stop me launching a fireball at its face though. (Which is the great thing about being me, I can handle fighting at both distance and up close.)
It went down again, this time it was clutching its face and trying to pat out the smouldering fur.
"Furballs," I chuckled to myself, stopping at the sound of moment behind me and diving to the side just in time to avoid a sneak attack from the Spearow. Which happened to collide with the Electabuzz instead.
I had to hand it too those guys, they were as stubborn as me and got up for another go. The Machop joining in too. I grabbed hold of the Machop's fist in mid-punch and hurled him in the direction of the Spearow, forcing it to veer away and giving me enough time to spin around and clobber the Electabuzz with my tail.
But then I started to get slightly outmatched when the Spearow came back for a second pass and managed to knock me backwards, strait into the waiting Machop.
"Nice try, lizard," he chuckled as he held my arms behind my back and watched as the Electabuzz got back up and moved in for the kill.
"I could say the same, fatface," I countered and threw my head back while simultaneously sweeping his legs from underneath him with my tail.
The Machop released my hands in order to save himself from falling, untill a second headbutt put him on the floor. But I still wasn't fast enough to stop the Electabuzz and it grabbed my by the throat, lifting my up into the air.
"Maybe you need a nice jolt to your senses, you cannot win," it laughed as I hung in front of it, trying to prise its hands off of my throat.
Eventually I gave up, seeing as he wasn't squeezing and I was in no more danger than I was standing. I managed to mutter out of the side of my mouth, being unable to open it fully and deliver a proper reply in the form of a fireball, "just like your trainer, so full of crap."
My retort had the intended affect and he threw me to the side. What was unintended, however, was for me to crush the Spearow when I landed ontop of it. And, let me tell you, those bastards are boney and very uncomfortable. Although it would probably have been thinking the same about me, if it hadn't lost consiousness. But a beak to the back is still painfull.
"You've really done it now," I growled as I got up, "now I'm really pissed off."
"Oh no," the Machop said, oozing sarcasm, as he got up, "the little lizard is angry. What're we going to do?"
"You're going to end up in a Pokémon Center," I replied as I charged forwards.
Unlike pretty much everyone else, I didn't go for a punch. I lept into the air at the last second so they couldn't trip me and took the Machop down with a midair tackle. And I didn't waste any time when I had the bastard stunned, claws strait to the gut.
There may have been a little bit of blood as I did that, which was a shame considering how much force I put into that attack. Guess the fighting type was sturdier than I thought, but he was still knocked out by an elbow to the face. The Electabuzz, however, was slightly harder to take down.
Mainly because it had picked up a hefty tree branch and was using it as a club, so I couldn't get close enough to put it down perminantly. It forced me to keep away by throwing that stick around like a psychopath. So I went with my other main weapon and set the stick on fire. The moment the Electabuzz dropped it, I took it down with a nice kick to the gut.
A second blow to the back of the head made sure that it was out of commision, leaving just me and Frank. The Human was looking slightly scared now, considering that I had just flattened three Pokémon on my own and one of my paws may have been dripping droplets of blood. He looked queasy, I know that much.
But he didn't run, which is more than I can say about most Humans, and took out a fourth Pokéball. The Abra was back. Instead of teleporting when I fireballed it, it used an invisable barrier to block my attacks. Which worked fine untill I got fed up and pelted it with every single piece of fire that I could muster up. It couldn't take the strain and collapsed, the last fireball knocking it out fully.
I looked up at Frank, breathing heavily. The Human really looked afraid now and withdrew all of his Pokémon before turning to flee, and tripping over a rock instead. He fell strait on his backside and I used the moment to leap onto his chest and hold my, bloodstained, claws right up to his throat. I wasn't sure why I did it, but I just did. A deep primal hatred had kicked in and I wanted blood, preferably his.
"By all rights, I should drain you dry. Human."