Pokemon Virus Version Chapter 3
Noah's POV
My name is Noah, and I come from…never mind that. I am at the age of thirteen, and my goal? I've no obligation to reveal my intentions now-the intentions behind my actions in New Bark Town, and why I was even there in the first place…
Alone, we were in an open grass field located just beyond the outskirts of New Bark Town. There were two Pokemon from the lab who were now in my possession: Cyndaquil and Chikorita. A proper assessment of their power was needed. They would be evaluated through battle.
"Chi…" Chikorita breathed heavily.
This was a one-sided affair, momentum virtually nonexistent in the Chikorita who stood before me. With a disadvantage against Cyndaquil, I went easy on the Fire-type attacks. But Chikorita still struggled mightily.
"Quil." Cyndaquil proved to be a capable battler.
"Cyndaquil, Flamethrower." I commanded.
"Quil!" Cyndaquil allowed for the flame on its back to roar as it readied a stream of fire.
"Chi?" Chikorita's eyes grew wide.
Cyndaquil launched the stream of fire with authority. Panicking, Chikorita attempted to dodge, but as it took it first step-
"Chikorita, don't dodge!" I yelled.
"Chico!" Chikorita's eyes grew wide as it faced me. Its gaze shifted between me and the incoming stream of fire several times, with the Grass Type debating whether to disobey my command.
Would Chikorita survive Flamethrower without fainting? I wasn't sure. Was Chikorita proving itself to be worthy of helping me achieve my goal? No...A combination of poultry defense and a lackluster attack power minimizes my care for the answers to the questions. Chikorita was frustratingly weak
"Chi!" In a state of panic, Chikorita attempted to dodge the incoming Flamethrower. However, in its state of panic, Chikorita stumbled and fell to the ground. This left the stream of fire to feast on the Grass type. Super effective! Critical hit! Did it even matter if the attack was a critical hit? Even the Cyndaquil's non-Fire Type attacks have whipped Chikorita off its feet today.
Was it too early to give up on the Grass Type? I didn't think so. Not with Chikorita falling to the ground, unconscious. With Chikorita unable to battle, I believed my assessment was finished. Cyndaquil was the clear winner.
Cyndaquil watched as I approached a downed Chikorita. "Even though you tried to dodge the attack anyway, you lack the speed any competent pokemon should have!" I was critical of that Grass Type's performance. "And don't get me started on your endurance. A simple Scratch attack is enough to send you to the ground!"
"Cynda…" Cyndaquil watched and waited as I scolded Chikorita, the expression on its face imperceptible.
Might I have been cruel in this moment of time? I sighed.'Chikorita will get no sympathy from me, not with what's at stake on the journey ahead.
"This isn't a game, Chikorita." I narrowed my eyes. "There's a lot riding on this journey. Many lives hang in the balance."
"Quil?" Cyndaquil perked up, as if it was hearing something.
"What is it?" I questioned the Fire type.
"Quil!" Cyndaquil pointed in the direction that led back into New Bark Town. In turn,I motioned my gaze to where Cyndaquil was pointing.
I saw two people. There was a girl with long black hair and aqua blue bangs. She was pulling along a guy with black hair and blond bangs. They were making their way over here…
Yumi's POV
I was pursuing the location where Flamethrower was launched in the sky, with Seth tagging along. He was never given the chance to openly state whether or not he wanted to come, since I was pulling him by his arm. But this was his chance to get his first Pokemon. That Flamethrower looked powerful, meaning the Pokemon Seth winds up getting could be very strong.
We were no longer in New Bark Town. We were just outside of the outskirts, actually. Scenes of houses and buildings were replaced with scenes of dirt paths, trees, and flocks of Pidgey passing through the sky. If we weren't in such a hurry, I probably would've called Eevee from his Pokeball so we could savor our journey's first steps. This route just looked peaceful…until-
"Quil."
I stopped, causing for Seth to stop as well. "The sound of a Pokemon?" I questioned.
Located just off the edge of this route's main path was a Pokemon-no…two Pokemon, and a trainer.
"Cyndaquil."
"Chi…"
Those Pokemon looked a lot like the one's advertised as starter Pokemon from Professor Elm's Lab. One was a Fire Type with a roaring flame starting to calm down on its back. And the other…
"Oh my!" The other Pokemon looked hurt. It looked to have just gained consciousness. It struggled to rise to its feet, but dropped back down to the ground.
"Chi…" That was the Grass Type with a leaf on its head. It looked so cute and so delicate…
"Cyndaquil, attack now!" The trainer called.
"Hey!" I reached my hand out as if the motion was going to stop the situation. Why did I think this would do anything? Those three were in the heat of battle…
Calling out to the three solved nothing…
"Quil!"
That 'Cyndaquil' rammed into its opponent. 'Chikorita' was the name of this Pokemon, if I remember…Chikorita was too tired to make an effort to dodge. It was struck while still lying on the ground. This was akin to stomping on a person while they're on the ground after they had already lost the fight. Chikorita was down and out, but that fact wasn't stopping its trainer from proceeding with what he calls 'training'.
"…" Chikorita made no sound as she was Tackle in our direction. It was like watching a ragdoll get tossed around.
"Chikorita!" I fell to my knees in worry, hoping to comfort the defeated Grass type. I picked up the delicate Chikorita and held it in my arms. Its breathing was faint, but steady. The condition Chikorita was in…how could someone allow such a thing? Asking this question to myself, I became upset. Still on my knees, I asked the trainer, "Do you realize Chikorita can't battle anymore?!"
The trainer crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "The journey ahead is going to be tough, so I have to raise my Pokemon accordingly. That thing isn't cutting it."
"This 'thing' just so happens to be a living creature. Just like you, Cyndaquil and all the Pokemon around here. Just like every person in the world…"
"The journey I will be embarking on will determine the fate of the world..." Noah crossed his arms.
I silently watched as Chikorita quietly regained consciousness. It was still tired and unable to move.
"Chi…" Chikorita looked up in no direction in particular, and ended up looking at Seth, who stared right back.
I would've loved to know what Seth was thinking right now. He'd remained silent up until this point. He was a man of few words, and its because of this fact that Chikorita and I found it so hard to figure him out. Chikorita and Seth remained fixated on each other for a moment.
"Whether or not your journey will be a tough as you say it is...that's no reason to beat Chikorita mercilessly!" I wasn't taking that 'saving' the world excuse.
To tell the truth, I wouldn't call the trainer's treatment of Chikorita a mere beating; I would call it 'Punishment'. Why? I'm not sure. What did Chikorita do to deserve such treatment?
"If you don't approve of me training Chikorita the way I do…" the trainer paused his speech as he proceeded to take a Pokeball out from his pocket. He threw the Pokeball aimlessly as he said, "You could always train it yourself."
We watched as the Pokeball slowly fell to the ground and rolled in our direction. The Pokeball stopped directly in front of Seth.
"That Chikorita would make a better house pet than a Pokemon battler." This was the last we would hear from the trainer, as he took out a second Pokeball and recalled Cyndaquil. He would go on to start walking. This was the end of his story with Chikorita. So sudden…so abrupt…Chikorita was not given any closure. It was just…abandoned.
Seth's POV
Being dragged out here by this girl Yumi, I had full intention to catch the Fire Type who launched Flamethrower to the sky. Those flames would be something I'd be able to combat Zero's Charizard with. I'd be able to match him by fighting fire with fire. That day five years ago, when Zero walked away from me…I made a promise to myself that I would never become as pathetic as I looked on that day. That promise is the fire that feeds my thirst for vengeance. But now…seeing that trainer walk away from Chikorita…It reminded me of that day. It reminded me of how I was weak, defenseless, and unable to fight. The one I looked up to - Zero - walked away from me, just as Chikorita's trainer does to it. I could relate to Chikorita…
I wanted nothing more than to defeat my brother and satisfy my thirst for vengeance, and in order to take the first step…I took my eyes off the trainer of Cyndaquil who was now out of sight, and gazed at Chikorita, who continued to stare at me. I then looked at the Pokeball sitting on the ground in front of me. I picked up the Pokeball, and stared at it.
In my mind I repeated to myself, 'In order to satisfy my thirst for vengeance, I must take the first step…'
"I will raise Chikorita." These were the first words to escape my mouth since leaving New Bark Town.
I could hear the girl's astonishment, "Oh?!" She turned to me as she asked, "Why all of a sudden?"
As I looked at the Pokeball intently, I answered, "Challenging the Pokemon League was not the reason I became a Trainer. I do not care how weak this Chikorita is now, I can relate to it." I then held the Pokeball to Chikorita who found just enough energy to perk up, "Swear to journey with me, and we'll achieve great power."
Chikorita's eyes began to sparkle, and it could see its own reflection in the Pokeball; I could as see it as well. From what I witnessed, Chikorita has a lot to prove to itself and to a world that rejected it tfpr its weakness.
This, was the beginning of our journey…
Location: Violet City
Chapel's POV
"You're livelier today then you usually are Chapel!" Missingno smiled.
I faced the ground away from Missingno, whohad a sphere shaped light blue body and wore a Duskull-like skeleton that didn't come off. A question mark located on the forehead of the skeleton seemed to be permanent; I'd tried multiple times to remove it. Missingno's whole body seems to be about the size of a Duskull.
"His heart is filled with a thirst for vengeance." I remarked." When will I get my own heart back?"
"I'm not sure if we can get your heart back at all..." Missingno drooped.
We both paused for a moment before I spoke again.
"Zero is this boy's brother."
To Be Continued…