Chapter 2: fighting with hatred
A/N: Hi all, thanks for all the support you've shown me, I really didn't expect my first chapter to do this well. I would appreciate it if you gave me some feedback via reviews; constructive criticism is always welcome.
Btw some facts may be made up about Pokemon and I'll be changing some things like settings sometimes for the sake of the story. I may have learned science to a high degree, but I might write things which aren't fully accurate/sci-fi ish although most things will be true to the real world.
And with that out the way, enjoy.
Chapter 2 START
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Theodore kept screaming while scrabbling for a way to stop his descent down the icy mountainside. His heart was pounding and adrenaline was racing, every fiber of his being focused on the desperate need to regain control.
It started with looking down at the cave's mouth, gazing out at the vast expanse before him. Despite how pissed off he was a moment ago, he caught his breath and stared in awe at the view. The Mona Lisa had nothing on this. This was different from the times he was transferred to the north for his research. The first time he came out of the private jet and looked at the new biome, he thought nothing of it, but now it felt different and he was astonished at what he before thought wasn't a big deal.
Not having a set pathway down, all he could do was slowly climb down, but that failed quickly when his feet slipped on the icy underlayer. Now he was skidding on the snow moving franticly with his blood moving around his brain many miles per hour in order to find a solution. There was no instinct for Weaviles when in this predicament. How can you find an ice type slipping on ice, ridiculous!
When the untrained human is in a fast-paced environment, no matter how much knowledge they have, they will do what first comes to mind. Theodore slammed his right paw on the ice and his claws slightly pierced it, slowing the fall as they let out a loud screech. His eyes widened when he saw a small hillside sticking out underneath the path where he was falling. He was still going at a speed. He clenched his eyes, bracing for the impact.
"OW!" He fell on his butt. That's got to leave a mark. Slowly pushing himself outright, he took stock of his surroundings. The cliffside provided a small pocket of safety. It was completely flat, so it was no big deal if he fell on his ass again. Finally, something that doesn't cause me a panic attack. Fucking being. Actually, he needs a name if I'm going to curse him because I suspect I'll be doing that a lot moving forward.
At least now he could experiment and find a solution to his slipping problem. He took a step and immediately moved his arms to balance himself as he almost slipped. Another step and another close call to falling. He took a breath. He was a bit calmer now that his head was straight. He was patient; developed after many hours of waiting for animals to move a single inch. He looked down in contemplation. Surely Weavile has an adaption that I'm missing otherwise these cold mountainous areas wouldn't be its natural habitat. There must be a way.
He noticed a small detail while staring at his feet claws. They weren't flat like a gorilla's nails nor too curved like a tiger's. They're slightly curved that look similar to a polar bear's in structure. That's when he realized how he could walk on the ice. He shifted a bit of weight towards the end of his feet and tried walking a few steps. Success.
"Ha ha. Knew it wouldn't take long." After orientating himself properly on the steep mountainside again, he slowly climbed down. The claws offered a great amount of grip and would get rid of any beginner climber's anxiety. After a fair distance, he started moving quicker as he was getting more familiar with his Weavile form. Each step that had once been a dangerous hazard now felt like an intricate dance beneath his nimble claws.
After what felt like a few hours, Theodore turned to see a lush green forest in the distance. Its tall sturdy trees looked like a canopy with the tops holding the snow from the earlier snowstorm a stark contrast to the rest of the land. Eager excitement surged through his veins as he took in the sight and thought of the possibilities it could lead to. There's a high chance that there's gonna be a cabin belonging to a local hunter. I could do a sneak attack the next time he comes out and attack him in a way he wouldn't suspect, afterwards take his resources and find out precisely where I am. If ther-
However, as he was looking out, he had accidentally leaned too far forward, his agile body tilting precariously. Panic flickered in his glacial eyes as he realized his mistake, but it was too late. The ground beneath him gave way, and he found himself tumbling forward as his claws were let loose.
Time seemed to slow as he plummeted through the air. The world around him became a blur of colours and sensations, the wind rushing past him in a dizzying whirl. He tried desperately to recover for a moment and use his claws again to slow his descent, but he kept rolling down, quicker and quicker until he rolled to a tree within the forest.
With a jolt, he hit its trunk headfirst, the impact sending a shockwave throughout his body.
"Awww who put that there? I can't even get somebody's insurance like this." He unsteadily got up. The tree had also felt the impact and the snow the branches were holding onto dropped onto him, encompassing his body, but leaving only his head sticking out. "Pluh pluh. That shit tasted like dry ice. Um... well shit. I can't move my limbs and I'm stuck in a giant snowball isn't this just fantastic?"
Honestly, he was wondering if he was in some sort of anime or a crappy fanfic written by a noob. It was starting to feel that way with these annoying cliches or his luck was bad today. He struggled more, but it was useless. The snowball had him completely immobilized.
"What are you doing?" asked a small innocent voice. Theodore looked slightly up and saw a polar bear cub? No, it's a Cubchoo, but why is there a Pokemon here? No. Please no, anything but that! There was no denying what he was seeing in front of his eyes. He was stuck in the world of Pokemon; a very famous anime/game made for kids and now he is one himself. Am I in the show or is this just a parallel universe? Forget it, I'll leave this train of thought for later, but for now find a way to get here.
He stared at the 1-foot polar bear cub-looking creature. There wasn't much difference except it was bipedal, had cyan fur covering its head and neck, and a constant runny nose with a snot bag falling from its nostril. Disgusting. It looked like a teddy bear that a little girl would undoubtedly dote over.
"I've never seen a Pokemon like you before. But mommy does tell me to stay in the cave until I'm older, but I'm a big boy now and can go anywhere on my own. Hey, do you want to be my friend? You will be my first one and we can play all sorts of games." He sounded excited.
"How old are you?"
"I'm half a moon cycle old."
Moon cycles? What kind of measurement is that? Oh, the Cubchoo has never encountered a human before, so wild pokemon must measure their age by the phases of the moon instead of the Gregorian calender. Humans still use this in the lunar calender, but society generally read time via the cycle of the sun. Maybe trained pokemon use the moon too? If I had to calulate, half a moon cycle is around 15 days. Theodore smirked. Perfect, he's a child.
"Okay kiddo, I'll be your friend."
"Yay!"
"And as your new friend I'll be the first to pick a game. How about we play a game of digging."
"Digging? How do we play that?"
"It's simple. You dig me from this snowball as fast as you can, then I'll do the same with you. Understand?" Cubchoo was confused about the game. He wasn't in a snowball himself for his new friend to dig from.
"Okay!" He said excitedly before moving to the entrapped Theodore and using his small paws to dig away at the snowball that was twice his size. Theodore was kind of impressed at how quick he was removing the snow. He could feel his limbs move around a bit as his cacoon was weakening.
Just a bit more. When it was small enough, he exploded himself free and sent small debris flying everywhere. He clenched his fist and arched his back and grinned fiercly. Freedom will always feel wonderful.
"Wow, that was fun! Is it my turn now?" He looked back at the Cubchoo and saw the innocence in its face. How incredibly naive. It was one of the things Theodore hated the most. He pitied the fools who thought the world was filled with people who collect roses and dandelions. That face would make anyone obey except Theodore; having no effect on him.
He walked away and dismissed the exhilarated child, but he followed him in glee.
"Go away kid. I have no more use for you."
"B-but I thought it was my turn now?" Cubchoo tilted his head cutely in confusion.
"I said get lost!" Theodore turned around and brought down a hard backhand across the Cubchoo's cheek. The child fell onto the floor before bring a paw to his stinging right cheek. He stayed there and cried; tears and wailing gushing out loudly where even a Pokemon from a mile away could hear it.
"Annoying brat." Theodore said before casually walking away again and ignoring the Cubchoo's cries. So if there's a Cubchoo here that means I'm in the Unova region. Good because that was the only season I've watched. It was over a decade ago and I don't remember much, but it's better than being in another region. If I get exposed to the sites in this region I might rememeber more things. Maybe even a way to go back to Earth?
I don't know what forest this is, but forests are usually nearby a city or a small town. Heading there would be a good place to figure out what to do.
He didn't even move 10 metres until stopping. A loud thudding was constantly heard and reverberated in the empty forest. The ground shook with each footstep which made him freeze. Coming out from a small clearing was a gigantic Beartic that looked like it could topple down small trees; the next evolution of Cubchoo.
When she looked at her son and saw the small bruise, she immediately ran to him making the ground shake even more.
"Snowball!" She cuffed him into her arms. His snuffling decreased when he saw his mother.
"Mommy. T-that bad guy hit me. I j-just wanted to play, b-b-but waaaah!" He went back to crying again. The mother having heard enough, snarled menacingly before putting on a soft motherly look on her face.
"Don't worry dear, I'll take care of it. You just go back to the cave and don't come out of it again, alright? Will you listen to mommy this time?"
"Yes"
"Then go on ahead. I'll be there in a moment." When he went with his small chubby legs and left their sight, she stared at Theodore angrily, the snarl coming back. "How dare you! He's an innocent child why would you hit him?! Don't you have any dignity? I've never seen a Pokemon like you before, but I know that no species would do something so horrible."
"Ha ha ha ha. Oh please. Hitting him is like swatting a fly, irrelevant. I don't feel anything doing anything against dumb creatures like you." Apparently that wasn't the response she was looking for. She stomped towards him until they were only a few feet away from each other. Theodore had to look up to meet her angry eyes, but wasn't intimidated the least by her despite her being 3x bigger than him.
He's been face to face with animals much larger than him already. What threat could she be to him? Her fist glowed bright red before she swatted him across his body. Theodore didn't even touch the floor until he was sent well away.
"W-what was that?" He said, shakily getting up. He groaned when lifting himself with his now aching right arm. He saw the Beartic slowly coming towards him. The temperature rose quickly despite the very cold wind brushing against his fur. His eyes dilated and fur rose.
This was no joke he realized. There was no special glass to protect him from the dangerous beast that was getting closer and closer.
It was the first time he's ever been physically attacked in his life. After all, no matter how much he was hated by people from his childhood up to his colleagues, they've never taken any action other than a complaint to the teacher/superior, in which case didn't bother him at all. The artificial habitats for animals like elephants or hippos; there was some way where he would be safe if they ever tried to attack him.
As Mike tyson said 'everyone has a plan until the get punched in the face'. The unfamiliarity of the sitiuation along with his heart suddenly pumping lead him to do what others would do. Either fight or flight and Theodore chose flight.
"Oh no you don't." The Beartic chased after him. He didn't look back for a second, instead his Weavile instincts guided his senses as he kept running through the dense forest, using his agility to weave through them and slowing her down. He could see details he never would've noticed before from the small gaps that would be the best to move through to the many small humps of snow covering tree roots that he avoided tripping over.
The Beartic luckily stumbled over one giving him time to see a dead darkened tree up ahead standing on its last legs. Its truck was cracked all over and was bent on one side. It only needed a slight push for it to topple down. perfect. It was just beyond a large clearing. She was getting closer now. Even though a Weavile is meant to be way quicker, Theodore isn't finely tuned to his new running pattern yet and now the wild Beartic was getting too close.
Oh no! Sweat was falling down his forehead like a waterfall as frantic thoughts were filling up his head. I'm going to die! She lifted up her paw, claws out and ready to strike. He was only a metre away from the tree when she brought it down.
"Argh!" He powerfully jumped to the side while she- unable to stop her moment- collided into the tree. CRACK that was the last straw and it came crashing down on her back. She was stuck under its weight and unable to get up.
Theodore sprinted further into the forest while she trying her best to lift the trunk off of herself. Jumping over a fallen log, brushing past withered bushes, and avoiding slipping on muddy patches, he was so focused on getting away that he almost went past a large boulder that was the size of a house. He hid behind it before taking a small peak around.
The beartic had somehow manage to lift the tree, but it was fine as long as she didn't know where he was. After looking around she sniffed the air which made his eyes widen. Crap. Polar bears can smell prey from many miles away. It's how they find seals on the edge of water. He turned back when her nose was bringing him to the boulder. She had lived in this forest for many years. She knew what smells were not naturally in here.
"Come out now. There's no point in hiding. I'll give you a chance if you show yourself to apologize to snowball then I'll forgive you." There was only the noise of the trees rustling. Theodore had forcefully slowed his rapid breathing into small deep breaths while keeping himself as still as a statue. "Stubborn brat. If that's what you choose then so be it."
She crawled around the boulder like a tiger ready to pounce.
"Hah Found you...huh?" She wasn't expecting to see Mycena Acicula; a small muschroom adapted to cold environments and can be found growing on decaying wood, mosses, or in soil. It often has a slender stem and a cap that can range in colour from pale to darker shades.
She thought she had found the small Weavile, but ended up finding a rare mushroom. He must be far now. Believing that chasing him further would be sensless, she turned and slowly left for her cave.
Theodore waited till she left and much longer just to be sure she was gone. Peaking over, he only saw the fungi that had saved him from who knows what and silently thanked god that it was there. He stayed motionless, trying to calm his breathing and planting a hand to his beating heart. They slowed down allowing him to finally think normally.
What just happened? Never before have I felt like that. He looked at his arms, still shaking in an aftermath. He'd been running throughout the forest constanly fearing for his life. A-am I scared? Is this fear? No...No no no no no. NO! I'm not scared, I refused to be from that thing. How dare it make me even think that! No, I'm not scared.
He clenched his teeth and eyes were filled with fury. He couldn't feel the icy wind as his body tightened with pure rage, refusing to believe it was inferior to that little creature. His pride wouldn't allow him to admit defeat to the Beartic. I will hunt it down and destroy it. Make it pay for what it tried to do no matter what it takes even if I have to give up my hand for it.
That was when he vividly remembered what happened before that mess. Her fist glowed a bright red. If I remember correctly then that was the move rock smash. Of course! I'm a Pokemon now and all Pokemon can learn special moves up to a maximum of 4. That Beartic's done it. I'll tear it apart using I don't know dragon claw, I guess? What moves do I know anyway?
He looked himself over. His sleek Weavile form, once elegant and composed, now bore marks of the pursuit- testaments to the insensity of the chase and the nasty terrain. His midnight-black fur, which had once shimmered with an ethereal glow, was now matted with patches of snow, dirt, and pine needles. The iridescent crystals that adorned his body were dulled by the residue of the chase, the luster subdued by the chaos of the pursuit. His fur was ruffled and uneven, strands sticking out in disarray as if the very forest had tried to grap onto him.
There were also small abrasions and straches underneath them and on his skin, souvenirs of branches and underbrush that had sneakily tugged and scraped against his form. One of his pointed ears bore a little tear, it was actually from the close encounter with the Beartic.
He didn't care though as his eyes were drawn to a towering tree- the kind that stood as a testament to time's passage. A surge of inspiration gripped him, and he saw it as an opportunity to test his newfound abilities.
With a purposeful stride, he made his way to the base of the grand tree, its towering presence casting a protective shadow over the snow-laden ground. He recalled the pokemon moves he had read about when he was 11 years old and watching Pokemon black and white. He was eager to channel the essence of the Weavile he had become.
Taking a deep breath, Theodore's eyes glowed with determination. He envisioned the move in his mind- a graceful display of power that would surely beat even the toughest of opponents to the ground. He focused on his claw, aiming to conjure that power into a force that would embody his essense.
With a swift movment, he leaped into the air, his lithe form twisting as he endeavored to execute the move. He extended his paw, expecting some sort of mystical energy to respond, to form into a manisfestation of his intent. Yet, to his dismay, nothing happened. No shimmering blade of frost appeared, no power surged forth.
His second attempt was met with the same disappointment. Despite his intense concentration, the power he sought to summon remained elusive. He leaped, he focused, he tried to draw upon the energy that was now part of his being. But each attempt was met with failure, the silence of his unresponsive claw a reminder of his uselessness when against the Beartic after she had punched him on his side.
"Forget this. This is just a waste of time. I'll find it and teach it a lesson with or without a special move. I hope to make it squirm from pain till it begs for forgiveness. These sharp claws should be good enough" His heart pulsed with a fiery resolve, and in that moment, the failed attempts at summoning a move seemed trivial in comparison to the raw hatred surging within him.
He began to move through the snow-covered forest, his steps purposeful and resolute. The intensity of the chase had not been in vain- it had ignited a fire within him, a fire that refused to be quenched by failure.
"It's clear whose footprints are whose. Mine aren't deep enough compared to hers, maybe that explains why she sniffed the air instead of just looking at my footprints." He followed them back for awhile till he returned to the spot the chase had intially begun.
"Now there's too many footprints here, some obviously belonging to other species of Pokemon. Great, now how am I going to find her?" He scanned the area, his ocean-blue eyes searching for any sign of the Beartic. But to his dismay, she was nowhere to be seen. His heart sank, a mixture of frustration and disappointment gnawing at him.
"This isn't going to be a bitter pill for me to swallow. I promised I would find you, no matter what." He circled the area, his gaze narrowing as he scoured the further surroundings. She did mention something about a cave; her child had wondered off from there out of boredom, but a curious kid could go miles without feeling like he's in danger.
His ears twitched, his senses on high alert, but nothing availed. He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rise within him- anger at himself, anger at the situation, anger at the Beartic for evading him.
Just as his frustration threatened to consume him, a new sensation washed over him. A subtle shift in the air, a whisper of scent that carried on the wind. His nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply out of curiousity for what it was. The rush of air carrying with it a myriad of scents- the crispness of snow, the earthiness of the forest floor, and something else- the faint but distinct aroma of a polar bear.
His heart quickened with renewed anticipation, and he turned his head, following the trail of scent with his enhanced sense of smell. The world seemed to narrow down to that singular sensation, his focus unwavering as he picked up the trail. He brought his nose up and kept inhaling, each one guiding him closer.
Hold on a second. What am I doing? This is something dogs do not us humans. He paused for a moment wondering if he was lowering himself down to the level of dogs. I'm still a human from within no matter what body I'm in. My train of thinking proves that... but that Beartic. I want to hurt it so badly.
He forgot about his animalistic behaviour as rage hazed his thoughts and went back to sniffing. With each step, the scent grew stronger, guiding him through the intricate labyrinth of the forest. The world around him faded into the background as his nose became his compass needle.
And then, in the midst of silence, he caught sight of her- a flash of white against the snowy landscape. The Beartic stood before him in front of her cave on the side of the mountain's base, its gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and recognition. The tension in the air was palpable.
"Mommy what's going on?" Her son was standing behind her leg, gripping it in fear as he saw the Weavile who struck him standing with a malicious smile. The smile looked unnatural like it wasn't from this world. She had seen some very mischevious Pokemon in her lifetime, but non had a smile like that, no one.
"Go inside Snowball."
"But mommy-"
"I said go inside!" She shouted and the little Cubchoo reluctantly went to the deep end of the cave away from sight. She didn't want to shout at him, but she felt that something bad was going to happen if the Weavile's expression wasn't enough of an indicator.
As they faced off, an electric current seemed to crackle in the air when their eyes met. Theodore's snarl etched an intese determination onto his features, a fire that burned fiercely within him. Yet, it was the sinsiter undertone of his expression that caught the Beartic off guard.
The Beartic's stance faltered imperceptibly, its own confidence wavering in response to Theodore's unsettling demeanor. The glint in his eyes and the predatory curl of his lips seemed to weave a tale of an unrelenting force. It was an aura of dominance, an unspoken challenge that sent a shiver down the Beartic's spine.
Theodore POV:
I lunged forward with determination burning like a blazing fire. The Beartic's eyes locked onto my form. Her massive frame seemed to tense, its powerful muscles coiled with an instinctual readiness. I didn't care that she was 3x my size, I can't lose and let her prove herself superior.
Despite wavering, she brought back a fist and summoned a familiar energy into it. Yet again she was using rock smash. I froze, eyes dilating and fur raising as I remembered the severe pain when she did it before. I closed my eyes in fear which was a big mistake proven when I felt the force of the blow send me backward.
Fuck that hurts. If I knew how a broken bone felt I would say a broke one. Damn, how does that one strike hurt so bad? Her bigger mass shouldn't give her that much more force. That's it! Weaviles are both dark and ice types which are weak against fighting type moves like that rock smash making it super effective against me.
I ignored the slight shaking within me and sprinted towards her with much more caution. I can't afford to let her hit me again otherwise it's game over. The beartic growled fiercly and summoned the power of the same boring special move which made me-
No, whatever you do don't close your eyes! Force them open or I'll tear them off. Keeping them open by fighting off the human instinct to blink, I was surprised to see the attack unfold with an unexpected sluggishness. My relfex kicked in, and I swiftly sidestepped the descending strike, a mix of astonishment and adrenaline coursing through me. The realization that the Beartic's move was slower than I had anticipated ignited a spark of opportunity within me- a chance to turn the dynamic of the battle.
"Got you now ha ha ha" I furiously swiped multiple times at her legs. She's bipedal and has huge legs if I stop her mobility then such a large creature won't be able to move around and that's when I destroy her. Yet as my claws connected I was shocked. Her hide proved to be a formidable defense as my strikes barely left a mark. I remembered that all species of bear play by biting and scratching only because their hide was thick enough to withstand it.
Infuriation churned in my chest as I retreated. For a moment I tasted victory and loved its flavour until it was replaced with the tase of my sweat. I wasn't going to accept my razor-like claws being useless when they were the best weapons I had on me. I rushed in repeating the sequence again to see another slash of mine not even making a scratch. Fuck that! This thing deserves pain. As I grappled with my rising emotions, a memory stirred from the back of my mind. Wierd, I don't remember doing anything like this before.
Like a boxer slipping past a jab after practising thousands of times, I felt something akin to that except it was a move I had never practised with. I focused on that unfamiliar energy within me and channeled it into my right claw. In a burst of darkness, an ethereal shadow had surrounded my entire forearm and taken solid form. It was shadow claw!
With a heavy strike more powerful than the ones before, I cut through her defenses and left behind a trail of darkeness that marred her otherwise impenetrable hide.
Triumph surged within me as I saw the impact of the move. That one strike was enough to leave three deep wounds on her legs. I don't know why it wasn't bleeding when it should be from that depth. (Actually I don't want Pokemon to bleed or break bones especially in battle. I might write parts in the future where Pokemon will bleed, but for now just ignore this plothole).
She let out a loud yelp before falling down and rumbling the ground; the weight of her defeat echoing the clearing.
My eyes remaining fixed on her, a mixture of relief and exhaustion flooding my senses. I could feel the adreanline slowly ebbing away, leaving behind a sense of accomplishment that mingled with the heaviness in my limbs.
The sound of my rapid breaths gradually slowed, each inhale and exhale a rythmic reminder of the intensity of the battle. As I stood there, my heart still pounding in my chest, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride- of course I would win there wasn't any doubt that I would. See guys what did I tell you? You can't beat humans it's as simple as that! And now I'll truly put it into her why you shouldn't think otherwise.
Gingerly stepping forward, I approached the fallen Beartic, the snow crunching softly beneath my feet and being the only sound heard in the now silent forest. The sight of her still form served as a reminder of the challenges I had faced, the obstacles I had overcome, and the depths of my newfound abilities.
It's getting hard to walk.
"Do you see it now Bearshit? What made you think you could possibly win against a human when you never stood a chance? Don't look at me like that, it's simply nature or rather your own incompetence. Look at you; a once proud predator now brought to the floor. You know what, I really wanted to tear you into pieces and leave it for the wolves to eat." I brought the shadow claw to her eyes- they were still on. She clenched her eyes waiting for the promised pain to come.
"But That pathetic face of yours is enough for me. It reminded me of the animals back at home when they were sad from a more painful experiment. Their whimpers were like music notes to my ears. I hope you've learned your lesson you weakling of a mother."
3rd pov:
When she heard the word 'mother' she cast a longing glance back at the small cave. Her gaze fixed on the entrance, her thoughts lingered on her son before a sense of fierce protectiveness welled within her.
Theodore deactivated the shadow claw, his claws now returning to their normal size. He turned to leave her in her pained state. The weight of the encounter was evident in the way he carried himself, his every movement reflecting the toll the battle had taken.
BIG MISTAKE
One should never turn their back on their opponent until the very end and Theodore would learn this the hard way. With a burst of energy that defied her wounded state, she channeled her remaining strength into one last, potent attack.
At the corner of his eye, a sudden movement caught his attention. An explosive orange burst of energy was hurtling toward him. It was huge and looked like a strike of lightning that was about to evaporate him. He barely had time to react as the Beartic unleashed a hyper beam, the attack surging forward intensely and not giving his reflexes time to kick in, taking him off guard.
The impact was staggering as a searing wave of force and energy collided with his form. Agonizing pain radiated through him as he was sent flying away, his world spinning into chaos. The forest seemed to blur as the attack's power subsided. Somehow it was stronger than the rock smash despite the latter being super effective. She really must have put her all into that last attack.
Theodore pulled himself out of unconciousness to dodge the small obstacles he was about to roll into. He fell into another steep hill and slipped down it without being able to latch onto the ice for recovery.
I don't *huff* *huff* have enough energy *huff* left. And couldn't move out the way of the larger obstacles and had to take them head on, adding more bruises onto his heavily injured body. Pain rose with each impact. The forest's trees were quickly decreasing in density as he fell until they were no more. Now the only obstacles were rocks ranging in size instead of the small sharp branches stuck in the snow that were cutting and piercing him.
The sound of his labored breaths mingled with the harsh grating of rock against his form. His attempts to regain control were futile, his body at the mercy of gravity's pull until he collided into a hedge of bushes at the base of the hill. The prickly embrace of foliage provided a sudden halt to his chaotic tumble.
-(Somewhere close)
"Aaaaahhhhh. Isn't the smell of all these flowers just wonderful Athena?" Said a young girl in a satisfied tone.
"Ralts Ralts." Responded her companion also with a satisfied tone.
This was Sarah a short, young girl venturing forth on her journey. With wide, curious eyes the hue of an amethyst, she took each step with an exuberance that mirrored the colourful world around her. She had a stubby nose on a well-rounded head and a white metal hairband on her long purple hair. Her attire was what you would see from a young girl; a simple knee-length white dress with a pruple cardigon over it that had a love heart on it. She wore long pink socks covering the rest of her legs and purple pumps.
It's clear that she liked the colour purple. She also held a brown strap along her waist with 6 small button pockets that could hold a shrunken pokeball. It was new, something her parents bought for her 2 days ago before she left for her Pokemon journey.
Walking beside her was a Joyful Ralts. She was a foot tall humanoid covered in a white dress that was actually longer than her whole body, so it was dragged behind her when she was walking. Short green hair covering her large red eyes and a blunt red horn protruding from the top of her head. She also smiled, her demeanor mirroring the girl's happy spirit. She was practically the living embodiment of cuteness.
"I can't wait to battle in the Striaton gym. Then we'll win the Striaton Gym badge and put it in the case, so it's no longer empty. Isn't it exciting Athena, we'll win and be one step closer to going into the league then we'll bring the trophy to mom and dad. They'll be so proud." She almost felt like skipping her way to the gym.
"Ra Ra Ralts." The small Pokemon imitated her trainer's excitement. She too wanted to make her parents proud. She was born only a few moons ago, but could remember the loving gaze her parents and human family showed and thereforth had the resolve to accompany Sarah in her journey to win the league. Just you wait, in no time they'll win.
*Rustle* *Rustle
They both turned their attention towards the huge hedge of beautiful bushes, clipped and maintained daily. Having the silence broken, they were curious at what caused the unexpected disturbance. A Pokemon perhaps they both thought. It was common for some bug/flying Pokemon to be living around there as there were some delicious, ripe berries growing there during the summer. Or It was because of the quality gardening here making it a great place to nest at.
As the bushes parted, a figure emerged, and the sight that greeted then left them momentarily stunned. It was Theodore, his once sleek Weavile form now battered and bruised, cuts and stratches marring his fur like battle scars. The vivid hues of his icy blue eyes were dulled by pain and exhaustion, and his movements were a stark contrast to the grace they had always witnessed in their own Pokemon friends.
Horrified, the young girl rushed forward, her heart throbbing with empathy and concern. The Ralts followed suit, her cute demeanor replaced with fear when seeing the amount of wounds he had. The state of the Weavile was a jarring contrast to their expectations, leaving them grappling with a mixture of shock and empathy.
"He-help me" He whispered before finally fainting. Dark swirls replaced his eyes. She held herself back not knowing what to do. She's never seen such a sight before.
"uhh what can I do? What do I do?" she said to no one while shaking.
"Ralts Ra Ralts" The small Pokemon was tugging on the bottom of her dress. When she looked at her she saw her pointing at her strap where her Pokemon and a spare one was stored.
Genius! she thought at the idea. Enlargening the spare pokeball then throwing it at him, he was absorbed into it. After shaking for a bit it left off a ping since he couldn't try to fight against it. Grabbing it quickly, she ran towards the Pokemon centre- the short Ralts having a hard time to catch up- and ran pass the automatic doors before they could fully open.
Multiple people- trainers and others- yelped and complained when she pushed past them. They were much larger than her, but she didn't care as she would get this poor soul healed. When nurse Joy saw a kid rushing towards the counter, she thought it would be rare instance where they got too confident and lost on their first gym battle, but what she heard next made her immediately go into action.
"N-n-nurse J-joy this Pokemon i-is hurt real bad. If you don't h-help him now something b-bad will happen. PLEASE HELP HIM!"
