Well, short but sweet. I honestly didn't think my brain could handle coming up with anymore emotional scenes tonight. I made myself cry six times already, that is six times too many for one night.
Episode 132: Mental War
Blacky and Fervo stood in front of Moron, who was clutching a massive gash on his side, as they stared down Frank. I noticed a difference in the redhead strait away. He had a sneer and had lost the crappy travelling outfit, decked out in a Team Rocket uniform instead.
"Shame, it would have been a lot easier if you agreed to turn over your Pokémon willingly. Shame I had to kill that Scyther, he'd have been a nice edition to my ranks once I had gotten him tamed."
"Why?" Moron asked his rival, a lone tear running down his cheek. Frank laughed.
"Nothing personal, I'm just following orders," the redhead replied, "actually. I tell a lie, it is personal."
"You bastard!" Fervo yelled, visibly crying, "You killed Tate without a second thought. And now this!"
"Aww, looks like the green lizard is a little upset at losing his friends," Frank laughed again as he pulled out two Pokéballs, "let's allow him to rejoin them, Alakazam and Machamp!"
"Flame, where are you?" Moron muttered as two huge Pokémon formed, evolutions to their younger forms that I had trashed so easily. Although they looked a lot stronger now. Blacky's rings began to glow and a massive wave of dark energy slammed into the both of them, but they just shrugged it off.
"Wow, that Umbreon seems so weak now that the Charmander has been taken care of," Frank chuckled, "well, looks like this catch is too pathetic to be any good. Go on boys, do what you will with them."
Fervo was blown backwards by a blast of purple energy from the Alakazam while the Machamp just picked up Blacky and hurled him at a tree. The two of them fell to the floor while I was able to do nothing but watch.
"No," I muttered, before falling to my knees and crying out, "this cannot be happening. This is just a trick. Not real. It won't work on me!"
The Alakazam turned to head after Fervo, smiling to itself untill Moron appeared out of no where and punched it to the ground.
"Leave him alone!" He yelled as he kicked the Alakazam in the head and it lay still.
"Machamp, deal with the idiot," Flame sighed and Moron was thrown away by the four massive arms of the fighting type. He hit a tree beside Blacky and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Suddenly the Machamp fell to the ground as a blue glowing Pidgey slammed into its back. Frank spun around to see the real Scout hovering there, in front of Joanne and Pika.
"You people never learn, do you?" The redhead laughed as he suddenly pulled out a small black object and pointed it at Scout, then there was a loud bang and the Pidgey's chest exploded in a burst of blood and feathers.
"Scout!" Pika yelled, starting to charge towards Frank when another boom sounded and she collapsed with blood pouring out of her front and back.
"I still have two rounds left, anyone else want to play hero?" Frank asked, pointing the object at Joanne.
I was staring at him, sheer rage replacing my sadness. All I wanted to do was to have a swipe at the redheaded bastard that had killed so many of my friends and allies, not caring that my fist would pass clean through him. I charged forwards and rammed into Frank's leg, amazed when he actually fell down.
"Flame!" I heard Joanne yell, I was solid and visible again.
"You bastard!" I yelled as I kicked the object away before Frank could grab it, "I should have killed you in that forest."
He glared at me, that annoying sneer pushing me even further over the edge and I stabbed my claws right into his throat. Blood soaked my arm and he opened his mouth to scream, even more blood spurting out of there.
"You fucking, redheaded bastard," I muttered as I stabbed him again with my claws, this time in the forehead. He was obviously dead when I was thrown off by the Machamp, who had decided to wake up.
"You will pay for that," it muttered, untill it screamed when I fried it in the face.
"You attacked my friends, you are going to pay," I replied, actually allowing myself to cry as I pelted it with fireball after fireball. Eventually it collapsed again, its head blackened with burnt flesh. A loud blast was heard and the Alakazam slumped to the ground, Moron had gotten hold of the black object and had taken out the psychic before it could attack me.
Moron looked down at the hand that had fired the object for several seconds before pointing it at the whimpering Machamp and adding it to the list of the dead.
"I never thought that he would do that," he muttered to himself before turning and hurling the object away from him and breaking down into sobs, "he killed, just because I was too stupid to see the threat. I should be the one drowning in my own blood, not our Pokémon."
Joanne crouched down near the body of what used to be Pika, also breaking down into tears.
"All he wanted was that damn Charmander," she yelled between sobs, "I lost my Pokémon over a bloody lizard!"
"What?" I muttered, "All he wanted was me? This is all because of me?"
"Flame?" Fervo asked as he limped up too me as his face slowly turned from confusion to hate, "why are you still here? Tate died because of you!"
"Squirt, Scyther and even Scout fell thanks to you," Blacky added with a growl, "Pika didn't deserve to die, not over a fool like you."
That is when I snapped; I spun around and smashed my fist into Blacky's face. The Umbreon crumpled, unconscious but still alive, and I glared at Fervo.
"You are not the real Fervo," I growled, "just an illusion to try and break me. It isn't fucking working!"
"You truly have lost it," was the Treecko's reply, "no wonder you became a murderer."
"Liar!" I yelled before smacking him too, this time with claws. Blood flew everywhere as his face was ripped to shreds by my claws.
I was completely covered in blood as I turned away, glancing up at the sky and speaking to the air, "when I find you, Celebi, then I will make sure you are the next one to take my claws."
I found myself back in the realm of endless white. The bastard fairy's voice boomed around me, "you truly are a tough nut to crack. No matter, there are millions of possible futures that end in disaster. I'm sure that you will crack eventually."
"Try me," I growled, before the whiteness vanished once more.
This time, I was standing in the middle of a large room made entirely out of steel. The massive space was empty, apart from two large glass tubes filled with green liquid. I stepped foward to take a closer look at one and gasped at the sight of what was inside.
"Mew?"