Well, we're dealing with the aftermath of Flame's little excapade. And who comes off worse in the events than the new cast member, Fervo.
Episode 138: Thing of Nightmares
Flame had been asleep the entire day, and through the whole night too. I had heard what he had told Scyther, I didn't buy it one bit. Something had happened and I had a hunch that Mew was involved. So, just before the crack of dawn, I snuck out of the Center and headed for the tower. As I got closer, I spotted small chips in the stone wall. They were where someone had used their claws to hold onto the rock. The marks hadn't been worn away by rainfall, so they must have been made recently. Like the night before.
"Busted," I chuckled as I popped out my own climbing claws and was about to start climbing myself when I noticed that the padlock on the tower's door was laying in the grass nearby. That was puzzling, I had seen an old geezer put the lock on at sundown. I headed over to have a closer look and spotted that the bar had been cut in two. Someone had forced their way in. I felt like waking one of the others so I had backup, but my inquisitive nature wouldn't let me. So I headed in solo. Luckily, I was still wearing the crystals from the tunnels and the green one started glowing. Not particualy stealthy but at least I would be able to see.
There were sounds of stomping coming from the rooms above the one I was in, so I headed throughout the gravesite. I made sure not to go anywhere near any of the gravestones and murials, just in case I woke up anything unpleasent. Unfortunatly, it seemed as though something unpleasent was already awake as I slowly moved up the stairs. I heard voices from the intruders and was able to make out what two of the louder ones were saying.
"Why the hell did anyone get it into their head that a powerfull Pokémon lived here?" One asked, a male Human by the sound of it.
"There was a massive psychic energy spike last night, just outside this tower. There was enough residue left over to discover that the origin of the energy was from in here. And it could only have come from a powerfull psychic type," the second, a female this time, explained. It sounded as though she wasn't happy about being there herself.
"But why send us? I mean, come on, we do have dark types but if it is powerfull enough to warrent an immediate investigation then wouldn't sending in an Admin more advisable?"
"You are welcome to head back to base and tell the boss that," the female voice said, the male shut up. I was somewhat afraid now, knowing that there were more than one of the Humans and they had Pokémon. But they seemed be be acting under orders, and that made them vunerable to slipping up.
Unfortunatly, one slipped up at the wrong moment. There was a loud thump and I heard the female laugh, presumably helping the male up. Then came words that froze me to the spot.
"Hey, do you see that green glow coming from the stairs?" The male asked.
"Huh?" Then there was a long pause, "you think it is the psychic we are looking for?"
"Well, it obviously knows we are here. Better take no chances. Go Murkrow!"
"Crap," I muttered, slowly backing towards the door, "next time; get back up before investigating dark tower."
I spotted a familiar looking bird Pokémon poke its head around the corner, and got a Bullet Seed right between the eyes for its trouble.
"I hate those things," I muttered, before turning tail and running. I had no hope against those, one of their kind was the reason I had been stuck in those tunnels and slaving away.
The memory caused burning rage to well up within me. I skidded to a halt and fired more seeds at the chasing bird, forcing it back.
"Payback time!" I yelled, untill a second Pokémon joined the attack. And it was on my side.
"Everyone else is guarding the Center incase the Rocket's attack there," Scyther said as he stepped up.
"Never heard of Rockets, but they can't be nice so let's take them down," I replied, as a second Pokémon appeared on their side. It was another familiarity, Mightyena, "or not. This could be tricky."
It let out a loud roar and I backed off. Scyther, however, just crossed his armblade thingies and stared at it.
"Cute," he said, smirking when it growled at him before attacking.
I didn't even see what Scyther did, but the Mightyene was out cold in the space of a second. Scyther had uncrossed his blades and held them up so that the green crytal's light reflected off of them.
"Typical Rocket Pokémon," he said, watching the Murkrow as it stood on a mural, "badly trained. No one else would have fallen for a taunt like that."
"Flame would have," I 'helpfully' inputted, shutting up when Scyther glanced at me.
The Murkrow suddenly yelled out as a clawed fist grabbed it by the throat and yanked it off of its perch. I grinned as it was flung to join its partner on the floor, spotted the tail flame in the darkness.
"Nice timing, Flame," Scyther said, untill a chuckle cut him off.
"Oh, I am not here to save you," was Flame's reply as he stepped out into the light of my crystal.
"When did your scales become orange again?" I asked, untill I spotted something else," and since when did you grow wings?"
"That is not Flame," Scyther said, bringing both arm blades up.
"Oh, it is Flame alright," the Charmander laughed, that laugh that Flame used. Although this one was full of malice and anger, "but not him at the same time."
"Then what are you?" I asked, slightly confused right then.
"Team Rocket's, and your, worst nightmare," he laughed and launched an attack at Scyther.
Scyther sidestepped the fireball and dashed fowards, sweeping both blades forwards and striking Flame in the gut. Or, at least, that was his plan. He skidded to a halt after his blades passed strait through the Charmander without affecting him at all.
"I'm dead, did I forget to mention that?" Freaky Flame laughed as he took down the bug with a tackle and Scyther cracked his head on a mural as he fell, knocking him out.
The Charmander turned his gaze on me, and I instinctivly took a step back. I didn't want a fireball myself, seeing as they were bad for my health.
"Flame? We're buddies, right?" I asked as he advanced.
"We were, untill two years after we first met. You left me in the hands of the Rockets," he growled and unfurled his wings.
"We've only known each other for a few days!" I said, hoping that I wouldn't be too injured.
"Call it a pre-emptive revenge," Flame laughed as he charged, only to get knocked flying as another Charmander launched a fireball over my shoulder and beaned the ghost right in the face.
"Guess killing you once wasn't enough," the real Flame said as he stepped into the light, "Fervo, meet my older, and slightly crazier, self."
"Uh, hiya," I muttered to the ghost as he stared Flame in the eye.
"You are going to pay for interrupting my revenge," the winged lizard growled, launching a fireball of his own.
"Heh, remind me who is the one still alive?" Flame countered as he swiftly sidestepped the attack, untill we both noticed that the ghost has vanished, "uh oh."
Flame suddenly swore and looked down, I followed his gaze and spotted two pairs of paws gripping his ankles.
"In this city, I have the advantage," the ghost muttered as Flame was pulled through the floor and into the lobby below. The last thing the blue Charmander said before he vanished was, "I hate dead people."