.oO(The sunlight shines through the window on the two story house and into a room where a young adult prepares some things together. He was of moderate height and weight with light brown/golden hair and sea-blue eyes. A Vulpix lays on a bed and watches. He walks down the steps with his pack full of stuff followed by Vulpix and greets his family. They all give him hugs and say how much they will miss him.
"Son, make us proud. We all wish you good luck."
He nods and smiles. "I will." He opens the screen door and steps out with Vulpix playfully leading the way. Only going a few feet, the door opens again.
"Jack, don't forget your hat. You never go anywhere without it."
Jack feels his head and turns with a smile on his face. He runs up and grabs his blue hat. "Thanks mom." He quickly turns back and walks away to start his mission.
Jack's goal is to battle and get as many badges as he can and also make some new friends along the way. He has been preparing ever since he was ten, learning about everything he can learn about that dealt with Pokemon. Now at age eighteen, he would put his skills and knowledge to the test. The ultimate challenge!
At a quiet remote little area, south of his home, Jack and Vulpix take a break. Vulpix lies down to take a little nap.
Jack turns his attention to the little fox Pokemon. "You seem tired. Here come take a rest in your Pokeball." Vulpix nods and is recalled in the Pokeball. Jack then takes out a mini-pocket computer to look at the gym opportunities. "Hmmm....all the gyms here in Kanto have leaders." He scrolls to the next page. "Johto has most of their leaders at their gyms. I think I should start in the Johto league, that way by the time I get there, I should have enough Pokemon for the battles." He gets up and heads off to Saffron City to take the train to the Johto League.)Oo.
That was the beginning of this trainer's tale. And four years later, he is about to start a new journey...
Jack's sea-blue eyes focus the room into view while stretching his legs and arms over the bed. Another day until the end. He yawns, turning over to see the clock radio which plays it's wake-up music. 8:00AM. Turning back over, Jack rolls off the bed and flops to the floor. "Ouch!" He rubs is back from the fall, getting up slowly. Even the fall won't wake him up.
*YAWN* Breakfast is the same old boring food: cereal with milk. On occasion he would eat scrambled eggs but only when he had some in his refrigerator. The television flips on, and the morning news is watched. Same routine every morning. Nothing ever changes.
Since his victory over the Elite Four in the Kanto/Johto Leagues almost one year ago, he has settled down in a one story house on the edge of Cherrygrove City. His white house with blue trim and a garage for his car is exactly what he always wanted but not even that has been able to cheer him up. He is a washed out champion trainer at the age of 22. No big thrills like he had on his Trainer journey; no challenges from passing trainers and everyone he challenges just runs away. He lives the quiet life alone and bored most of the time.
However, he does keep up his training of his Pokemon- he will never leave them out and get rusty; training in the forest to the north where no people are able to bother him.
The city itself is quiet which is part of the reason why Jack has chosen to live here. He wants to be by himself and enjoy a �vacation' so to say. Cherrygrove City is a small city, with under six thousand people living there. No major stores; just the usual Pokemon Center at the middle of the city. He spends time in the city often. Chatting with the shop keepers and looking at any new Pokemon items. Once in a while, he goes to the shoreline at the south of the city to train his Water Pokemon. The sunsets over the water are a magnificent aura of red and oranges. It reminds him of worlds beyond Johto he has yet to challenge. Some day.
But today, his routine is about to break...
"...with fighting in the west, Olivine beaches have been closed to the public. The battles out in the water continue and not even the police have been able to disperse the action. It is unknown at this time which two groups are fighting, but we do know nothing good will come from this...."
Jack flips the news off from his television and gets up from his blue leather couch. 9:00AM. "I can either do early training, or go shopping like I planned." He takes a second to think but he can't wait to buy his awaited present to himself. "Shopping it is." He flips on his old fashioned grey hat, like the ones Newspaper boys used to wear in the 1920's. Dressed in a nice grey collared shirt and grey cargo shorts, Jack is ready to hit the town.
The garage door opens, one section folding up after the other, letting in light from the outside sun. His single car garage holds his �new' car he bought after settling down. A 1969 maroon Jaguar XKE with a slightly tweaked engine. It may pollute more than new cars and be unsafe to drive, but older cars are better. An expensive purchase but a classic car is something he has always wanted. (here's a picture, in case you're wondering: http://www.pjsautoworld.com/1960cars/1969jaguarxke.html)
He looks at his blue bike on the left side; locked up to a poll in the pavement with a front flat tire and a nail stuck in it. The good times he had with that bike back in the Kanto League remind him about his journey. Skipping past memory lane, Jack gets in his car and drives down the barren street to the local sports store. With the top down, the wind blows all around. It's a tremendous feeling speeding around this small town with the wind in your face.
Upon parking, he wanders into the medium sized store, Barry's Sport Hardware. He has always wanted a Billiard Table but the new special edition table came out a couple days ago and it's the one he's been waiting to buy for many years. An oak hardwood table with the finest table felt. The design is optional for the buyer to create a unique table all to himself. He can afford this because all his endorsements from being an Elite champion and the fact that he saves his money wisely.
The store manager greets Jack with approval. He is a man in his fifties with balding hair and a plump gut. He has nothing to do but stay in his store all day, playing on his computer in the back room during breaks. "So, you're here about the new special edition Pool Table."
Jack nods but with disgust. "You know, Barry, it's called Billiards, not Pool."
"Yea, yea... I know." Barry grabs a piece of paper from under the counter and gives it to Jack. "Fill out this form and I can send it to the company to make your Po.. I mean Billiard Table. Heh."
The form was simple enough: name, address, phone number, etc. The part at the bottom was where the buyer lists what he wants his custom made Billiard Table to look like. Jack writes: blue velvet felt; Dratini and Dragonair design on table and cue sticks; regulation everything else.
"Here you go." Jack hands the order to the manager who writes on it and rips the bottom carbon copy off and gives it to Jack as the receipt as Jack hands him a wad load of cash.
"Everything is in order. Your cash is greatly accepted. The Table should arrive in one to one and a half weeks." Harry smiles and offers some of his Billiards accessories but Jack denies. "Ok, enjoy your Table and invite me over when it comes and we can play."
"Sure." With a wave and a step to the door, Jack exits the store.
10:10AM
The local Pokemart is unusually busy today. A lot of passing trainers flock in and out of the store, buying goods and items for their journey. This store is lucky enough to get this many customers in one day, let alone in one minute
Jack enters to see trainers running around the store, emptying shelves of the precious items. It's a mad house.
"Oh, come on... where are the Super Potions? I just need one." A trainer yells while looking around the store.
"Ten Antidotes and ten Full Heals. That's all I can afford. I wish Mom gave me more allowance."
Only two people work at this store, the cashier and the store owner. But because it's so busy, the owner works the cash register while the cashier reloads the shelves. But with the over crowd of people, the shelves can't be restocked fast enough that the customers yell at the cashier to hurry up.
The owner scans the items and punches numbers at the register, collects the money and hands back change and the items in a plastic bag with the PokeMart logo on the side. He wipes his forehead to get rid of the sweat from working so hard to keep up with the ten people waiting angrily in line. He continues on the next customer.
Jack leans over the side of the counter, resting his arms across it. "So, Sir, what is going on here? Why the rush?"
The owner tells everyone to call him Sir even though he was never in the army or deserves that name; just wants the added attention. "I'm busy, I can't talk now." Sir was concentrating hard enough on getting these people out of his store as fast as he can and has no time to talk with Jack.
Unsatisfied, Jack asks the trainers in line waiting to get checked out.
One trainer says, "I heard from my friend about a battle in Olivine so I'm going there to help the police stop it. Reward."
A second replies, "Yea, two gangs are fighting and I want to watch. I'm getting some items just in case I get involved."
And a third stays, "Didn't you hear the news? It's all over the television. Get lost loser."
Rude, but Jack steps back. He faintly recalls hearing something about this battle on the news before he turned it off this morning. Has the battle escalated this high that regular trainers are going to help? Whatever the case, Jack wasn't going to find any new items here today. They were probably already sold out.
Jack hand the third trainer that responds a business card he created in his bored times. The card reads:
~Jack~
Kanto/Johto League Champion
31979 Waffer Way
Cherrygrove City, Johto
All challenges greatly accepted at any time.
"Don't call me a loser," he says with the calm voice of a champion while smoothly walking out of the store.
Back home again, Jack jumps on his couch and flips on the television but all he could see was grey, black, and white snow across the screen. "Aw man. Cable's out again!" Not even thinking of turning on the radio, Jack takes a short nap on the floor next to his couch.
12:00PM
Lunch Time! Angel Hair pasta and shredded cheese are great carbohydrates for the stomach and the body.
*DING DONG*
"Huh?" His face looks over in the direction of the door. He gets up from the table, interrupting his lunch. He opens the door to reveal the trainer from the Pokemart.
The trainer quickly shouts out, "Yea, well I come from the Hoenn League across the sea. I have 6 badges from that league, which is harder than any Gym here. Let's go." He shoves one of his Pokeballs at Jack's face.
"Very well. What is your name?"
"Caesar"
The two trainers square off in Jack's backyard. No fences or walls to create a limit of space which is how most houses are in Cherrygrove City. The other trainer is male, shorter than Jack's five feet, eleven inches. He is far younger than him, with wavy black hair wearing the style of clothes for today's youth.
"Let's make this one on one. I don't want too many of my Pokemon hurt when I get to Olivine."
Jack nods, "Agreed." He sidearm throws his selected Pokeball out to reveal Gyarados. The massive Pokemon looms over the yard with shadows covering the other trainer. Caesar throws his own Pokeball and sends out Tropius.
"Hmm. One of these different Pokemon from across the sea. I really should visit that place sometime."
"You wouldn't last it there." Caesar sternly looks at Jack's Gyarados. "Ok Tropius, attack with Magical Leaf." A leaf the size of Tropius's head rises from under it's leaf wings. It glows, spinning rapidly and shoots at Gyarados.
"Gyarados, Water Gun the leaf." Gyarados sucks air in quick and shoots out water at the incoming flying leaf. The leaf slices the water in half and continues it's path to Gyarados. *SMACK* Gyarados is knocked back.
The trainer jumps for joy. "Woopie. Now use Razor Leaf while it recovers from the hit."
Jack acts fast, "Hydro Pump now!" Gyarados opens its mouth quickly and fires a more powerful water attack which deflects the smaller leaves away. The water continues down but Tropius jumps to the side quickly. "Ok, go in with Flamethrower." Gyarados moves closer and aims toward Tropius. Flames start spewing from its mouth and head for Tropius. The grass type is just barely far enough from the flames to not be totally hit, but still enough to get a few burn marks.
"Gust that fire back at it." Tropius turns around and flaps its leafy wings to disperse the fire erratically.
"Enough fire. Iron Tail." Gyarados stops the fire and it's tail end starts glowing. The gust from Tropius isn't enough to stop an attack like this.
"No, move away." Gyarados swings around with full force, hitting the side of Tropius and knocking it 20 feet to the right. "Tropius, you ok?" It nods slow enough to show consciousness. "Great, a Synthesis will get you back on your feet."
Jack smirks. "Not if Gyarados has anything to say about it. Hyper Beam." Gyarados forms a ball of energy at the base of its mouth while Tropius glows form the sunlight, taking energy from it. Hyper Beam is shot and the rushing energy blasts the area around Tropius to smithereens. The nearby tree loses half its leaves in the blast. The dust clears and Tropius is out of commission. "Yes!"
Caesar recalls Tropius after saying some words to it. "You're lucky this was a one on one or else I would have beaten you badly." The trainer sprints off into the distance toward Olivine City.
Jack runs over and hugs his Gyarados on the side. "Nice work buddy. We sure showed him."
"GRRRAA..." Gyarados is recalled into the Pokeball for a nice rest.
3:00PM
Silence. An afternoon nap laying on his bed. He is going to do some training later this afternoon at dusk. Jack hasn't had much night training and it would be good to get some more practice in.
*DING DONG*
Jack slowly stretches his body out.
*DING DONG*
He gets up and walks around the corner, down the hall, past the television room, through an archway and at the front door. He looks through the eye hole to see who it is.
"Who is it?"
The guy almost pushes the doorbell again but stops after hearing someone answer from inside the house. "Hey, it's Scottie, from the Cianwood Capers."
Cianwood Capers? That's something Jack hasn't heard about for years. The Cianwood Capers were a string of thefts by an unlikely team of Pokemon; a Pichu and a Mantine, in which Jack and someone else were caught involved and had to fight their way out of it. That other person was Scottie. Jack unlocks the door and opens it up.
"Well, I haven't seen you for a long while. You look different. Come in." Indeed, he did look different. For one thing, he is obviously older but still a couple years younger than Jack. For another, his hair is a shorter brown. His short brown hair matches his dusty brown shirt and khaki long pants. Why anyone would wear pants in this late summer heat is beyond him.
They both enter the television room and Scottie sits on the leather couch and Jack sits on the floor.
"So, how did you find me?"
"We searched the League Champions web page and looked at the �Where are they now?' sections. That's how we found you." Scottie flips his shoes off and pushes them to the side.
"Really? So who is this �we' you speak of?" Jack is very confused. He only spent a small couple days with this guy and his family and he just appears like this. There must be some reason behind this meeting.
Scottie looks flourished for a second. "Oh, that. I guess it's down to business then. No time to catch up, eh?" He coughs to clear his throat. "Ok, you know about the different group classes of Trainers out there, correct?" Jack nods not knowing where he is going with this. "Well, a secret organization has created an underground battle of these groups. It attracts all different kinds of people. Good teams with Trainers and evil teams like Team Rocket have joined in this along with many other groups. The winner of this �war', as they call it, receives a grand stock of money to be split with all the members of the team. I hear one million per person or something like that.. That's a load of cash."
Jack interrupts for a second. "So what you are saying is there is an illegal battle system going on where groups battle for handfuls of money."
"Basically but it's more complicated than that..."
Continuing, "And you want me to join your team?"
Scottie smiles. "I didn't even get to finishes my speech and you already figured out what I'm going to say. It would be appreciated if you could join."
It's the time to think. Does Jack want to join this illegal organization, and face getting caught by the police? Or continue his slow life here winding down to nothing?
"If you don't know now, that's fine. We are all going to get together somewhere and have a meeting."
Still thinking, Jack snaps his fingers. "You know what. I'll go to the meeting. Just tell me where it will be held."
He responds, "Uh, we were thinking having it at the Elite Four Head Quarters."
*SIGH* "I'm not in the mood to travel that far just for a meeting I don't know if I want to even join in. How many people are we talking about?"
Scottie counts off his fingers. "One, two... twelve people and the two leaders of this organization to officially let us in the battle."
Jack gets up, as does Scottie. "Ok, tell everyone to come to my house." This is a surprise to Scottie. "If this is a secret organization, why hold it somewhere that can be found out. It's better at my house where no one would suspect."
Puzzled by this response, Scottie looks around while thinking. "That might be a good idea. I'll pull it by the leader so we can arrange the meeting here."
"Ok, meet at my house." Jack extends his right hand to shake.
Scotties shakes his hand. "Deal. It should be at least a week still. We haven't found the other people we are looking for yet. You're the forth person so far."
Jack escorts Scottie out of his house, with small talk on the way. Jack wanted a battle but Scottie has to keep moving to find the other members of this team they are trying to get together. This war is really important and he wants to get in on it before no more groups are let in.
A couple days pass by, Jack has just arrived to his house with a store truck behind him. The truck driver and his companion start unloading tools and large pieces of sheet metal. Through the afternoon, the two guys use those supplies and build in Jack's backyard. And they are building a patio cover. He needs something to cover the Billiard Table from the weather so it doesn't get damaged. There is no room inside his house for the Billiards and besides, the outside is a nice place to play. Nature surrounding while you hit the cue ball. Peaceful.
And now it's five days more and his beloved Billiard Table has arrived just in time. Time for what? Jack doesn't know. He just wants to play.
Barry hits the cue ball with his cue stick. The white ball hits the black eight ball and sinks it into the left corner pocket. "That's game."
Jack shakes his head while laughing. "Isn't a sport fan supposed to know the rules. You have to call which pocket you hit the eight ball into or you lose. That's mean I win." Barry folds his hands in a disgruntled fashion.
*RING RING*
Jack runs inside to his ringing phone right after finishing this game of Billiards. "Hello."
"Hey Jack, it's Scottie. Found your phone number online because you never gave it to me when I visited. Anyway, we have enough people and I told them your address. The meeting is in two days, ok?"
Jack nods although Scottie can't see him. "Everything is ready for the meeting." The phone is hung up and he strolls back outside.
The balls have been organized again and ready to be broken.
"Who won last game?" A cry comes from inside the house. It was Al, Barry's son. He was busy inside looking for a popsicle in the freezer. Al has short black hair wearing a dark shirt and black shorts which is the typical young teen look these days.
"That would be me. Your father is no match." Jack smiles, getting ready to set up the break, swinging back and...
"So what is this meeting I hear about?" Barry interrupts.
...the cue ball flies off the table and lands on the grass down below.
"You scratched. My shot." Barry gets the cue ball and places the shot for himself.
"Hold on. What do you mean about a meeting?"
He hits the ball, separating the triangle of colors around the table. "While I was at the Pokemon Center a couple days ago, a guy younger than you was talking to someone over the phone about a meeting taking place here. I heard your name, so I thought I'd ask." The blue three ball flops into the center pocket. "I'm solids."
Trying to defend the secret organization, Jack has to make an excuse. "There's nothing to the meeting. Just some friends coming over to chat in a couple days. That's all." Jack watches Barry hit the ball but nothing goes in. "Now let's get back to playing Billiards."
Al wanders out, hearing the whole conversation. "Can I come? I go to everything you do."
Jack places one end of his stick on the ground and leans on it. "No. This is personal business. This is something I have to do on my own."
The conversation ends. There was no more talk of the meeting, only playing billiards in Jack's backyard.
Days fly by until it's the day of the meeting. Jack cleans up the house a little for company and makes some finger Jell-o (the All-American Pot Luck snack :D). He sets the outside up with chairs around the grass yard; not enough for all the people invited but some will probably be standing playing Billiards.
Scottie is the first to arrive at the twelve noon time. Then another guest arrives by the name of Mik. Jack hadn't met this guy before but he hears rumors that he was one of the original Elites back in his day. Mik was old but he had this look of strength to him that would keep him going forever. But before any real chatting could happen, Scottie gets a ring on his cell phone.
"Yea.. really... Ok, I can do something about it. Don't worry. Sit tight." He presses the off button. "Mallard is in trouble. Like some of the guests, he is walking here but he twisted his ankle and needs pick up. He says he's just north of Cherrygrove City. I'm going to get him."
Mik kicks his head back and laughs. "Last time I saw him he was a little on the hefty side. I doubt even you could drag him here down a hill."
Scottie rolls his eyes realizing the truth.
Jack takes out his car keys from his pocket. "I'll go get him. I do have the car."
In agreement, Scottie and Mik stay in the backyard talking while Jack goes to pick up the wounded traveler.
The Jaguar drives down the unpaved road north of Cherrygrove City. How Jack is going to find Mallard is unknown. A car can only go so far before he would have to walk around looking for him.
He decides to pull over to the right side of the road and park after going a mile down. Locking the doors, and closing the top, Jack grabs two Pokeballs and calls both Pokemon to come out.
"Fetch!" Farfetch'd comes out saluting to Jack with his leek.
"Sceeeee." Crobat screeches while floating in the air.
"Ok guys, there is a person with an injured leg in the vicinity. Spread out and search for him."
The three separate to look for Mallard. Farfetch'd and Crobat fly high to search from above while Jack and Ninetales, whom he just called out, search the ground level.
An hour passes by and a tired Crobat returns to Jack and is recalled to his Pokeball. Moments later, Farfetch'd returns exhausted as well but with good news.
"Far far." Farfetch'd points in the direction he just flew in from.
Jack and Ninetales turn to look. "That way. Good work. You enjoy your rest." Farfetch'd is pulled into the Pokeball. "Let's go Ninetales." Ninetales takes the lead with Jack rushing behind.
Five minutes pass by and a subtle voice could be heard.
"Ack... Golduck."
A burst of energy flashes by Jack as he skids to a stop on the scene. A guy, around the age of 30 and carrying a little weight on himself, lay on the ground curled by a tree holding his injured right ankle. A fallen Golduck by his side struggles to move about. And on the opposite side stands a Pinsir.
Mallard cries out to the trainer. "Please help me. I've fallen and I can't get up."
Such a clich�d phrase. Ninetales jumps in front of Mallard and starts growling her teeth at the Pinsir. Pinsir leans forward, showing off its large pincers. Jack reaches Mallard and helps him stand up at least.
"How much can you move?"
Mallard cringes from the pain. "I can drag my right foot with perfect pain," he says jokingly. But this is no time for laughter. He drops his right arm over Jack's neck as Jack starts to pull him to his car. "Wait, I need Golduck."
Jack sighs and almost cries. He carefully puts Mallard down for a second and grabs the Pokeball off the dirt ground. Jack points and the red line swirls over Golduck to be recalled. After giving the Pokeball back to Mallard, Jack remembers Ninetales is still out. "Ninetales, keep that Pinsir back while I drag Mallard to safety." Ninetales continues to stare at Pinsir as does it back at her.
Mallard pockets the Pokeball. "You know my name?"
Again, Mallard is picked up and arm over Jack's back. "Yes, it's my house you are trying to get to."
As the two people leave the area, Pinsir makes a step forward. Ninetales is quick to react and opens her mouth to let the flames fry. Pinsir makes a run back and hides behind a medium sized tree of one story high as the flames hit it. The flames brush the tree's trunk and sparks fly. It slowly turns into fire. Pinsir's eyes widen as a beloved tree of the forest turns on fire. Pinsir grabs around the trunk of the tree, claws digging deep into the wood, and uses all it's strength to pull the roots from the ground. The uprooted roots tear the land apart, flying dirt everywhere. Pinsir raises the slightly burning tree above its head and throws it at Ninetales. To sacrifice one tree, is to save all the others. The wind from the air blows out the fire just before the tree smashes into the ground. The tree being too heavy, didn't reach Ninetales enough. She leaps over the tree and rushes in for a Quick Attack. *SMACK*
Jack and Mallard don't get to far from their struggle. Jack is not strong enough to support most of Mallard and the fact they have to walk slow is killing his back. "I can't do this alone. I should have brought one of the other guys with me."
"Yeah, or all of them." Not a bad idea but Jack needed someone to stay behind and welcome the guests.
Jack and Mallard's shoes scrape across the ground. Both of them are having a hard time walking.
"How far do we have to go?"
Good question. "Well, I've been getting better with my sense of direction as my journey's have progressed but it's not up to speed like most people. So we could have a mile, or ten feet. Even though I train up here, I still get lost." Mallard gets a sweat drop on his face.
And just a minute later, after going about 50 feet from the battle, Jack drops Mallard to the ground and collapses along side him.
"AHCKKKKKK!!!"
Jack blinks, shaking his head from the fall. "Oh man, I just couldn't take you much further without resting. I'm sorry about dropping like that."
"Ok..." Mallard rubs his ankle now with a bone indent visible. "Get one of your Pokemon to help us."
Another idea Jack never thought about. Farfetch'd and Crobat are tired and still resting. Ninetales is out defending them. And his three left can't help carry Mallard any better. "I need Ninetales to help us out...."
*FWOOM* A shot of fire sprays into the sky from behind some trees. Half a minute later, Pinsir and Ninetales are rolling by the duo across the ground- Pinsir holding Ninetales hostage in its Submission attack. Pinsir flips up and lets Ninetales fly and crash to the ground in front of it. Jack looks on with worry.
"Ninetales, you alright?" Ninetales gets up from the toss, slightly injured. "Ok, that's enough. I need your help carrying him." Jack grabs another Pokeball and throws it out.
"MUK!" His grand Muk appears, ready to dish out the goods.
Ninetales edges near Jack to help the wounded traveler. "Muk, I need you to stall that Pinsir until I get Mallard to my car." Muk understands the situation and slowly slimes behind Jack to block Pinsir from advancing.
Mallard in the middle, Jack on his left, Ninetales on the right side. Mallard rests his right arm around Ninetales and lifts his right foot off the ground so it no longer drags or touches the ground. But even trying to keep his foot in the air is painful.
"So why is that Pinsir attacking you?" Jack asks in curiosity.
Mallard concentrates on not hurting himself to answer the question. "I did nothing. It's just my bad day today I guess."
In front of them a few feet lay a log ten yards long. There is no way to go over it. "Ninetales, we have to go around the tree. He can't make it over." At this point in time, Jack wishes he brought his Alakazam with him to Teleport back home. They move left, down the fallen log. But just as they go to it, Pinsir runs around to the other side of the log. The log itself is large so the two people can't really see much on the other side. Soon after that, Muk comes scudding by. Ninetales, Jack and Mallard turn around the log to see the action in front of them. Now they have to watch out for the battle and get around it.
"Great. Ok. This is going to get me killed." Mallard almost wanted to cry but Jack wouldn't give up.
"We can do this, just watch out."
The giant bug Pokemon slams into a slender tree, snapping the top half and crashing down away from the battle. The stunned Pinsir regains motion and charges back at Muk. Head down, pincers forward in an open position, Muk is grabbed between them and slammed into the fallen log. The pincers get lodged into the log and Muk is squashed against it. But what Pinsir didn't realize, is that it takes a lot to hold goo.
The trio of walkers slowly make their way around the battle. Jack calls to help Muk. "Minimize out of their and take advantage of the situation."
Muk shrinks itself a little and squeezes out of the jab moment. Pinsir digs its feet into the ground, kicking to get it's pincers out of the log. Muk slips behind Pinsir and grabs the feet, kicking and squirming around. Pinsir can't get out of there now as it is �floating' in the air.
Looking behind, Jack smiles. "Great job Muk. Way to keep it unable to move."
But Pinsir wouldn't let this be it. Its pincers squeeze together, back and forth, rubbing the wood around where they were stuck. The hole gets bigger and Pinsir slides out as easy as a kid down a water slide. Muk falls back, dropping Pinsir to the ground. Pinsir rolls over and eases up to standing position. It grabs the misguided Muk with ease and twirls around in a circle.
"Muk...." @.@
Pinsir lets go, as Muk flies past Jack and the rest into a bush, totally destroying it to pieces. And just behind that bush, was a road. And on the side of the road, a few yards away, was Jack's Jaguar.
"Look, we're almost there."
The ground shakes from behind as Pinsir rushes to attack the humans.
"What's that shaking?" Mallard has to ask.
And with quick thinking, Jack grabs Mallard to hold him. "Ninetales, turn and fire."
Mallard leans over into the arms of Jack as Ninetales does a complete 180. Her fire already in her mouth flushes out the flames. Pinsir rushes straight into the fire in a blind rage. It stops dead in its tracks by the fire; standing still, being burnt in more places namable.
Mallard starts slipping from Jack's grip. "A little help here... Jack?"
Ninetales jumps over once and helps hold Mallard up again. By this time Muk has recovered from the throw.
"Few... feet... more..." They make it to his car. Mallard leans against the side while Jack opens the passenger side door. With the help of Ninetales, Mallard carefully gets into the car with minimal damage to his ankle.
Muk rushes over to the wobbly standing Pinsir and jumps for a sludge Body Slam attack. Pinsir is so dazed out, that nothing will stop this. Pinsir crashes to the ground with Muk the victor on top.
Having Ninetales already recalled, Jack opens his driver's side door. "Muk, return." The proud Muk goes back into the Pokeball. The door slams shut and Jack puts the keys into the ignition to start the car. *VROOOMMM...* The engine turns off.
Mallard looks to Jack with a confused face. "What happened? Car die?"
Jack stares into the blank open road ahead of him. "I can't do it. Even though you are injured, I can't leave a Pokemon like that. It's not my nature to do so."
He couldn't help but look at the poor Pinsir lying on the ground, without a care in the world at this point. "You are right. As an experienced Pokemon Researcher, I should have known better." Jack exits his car and strolls to the other side again, where Pinsir lay a few yards before him. "Can you just throw a Pokeball at it already, I'm injured too ya' know."
Jack snickers to himself. Pokemon he cares for more, not people. He grabs an empty Pokeball which he always carries with him at all times in emergency cases like these and side arm throws it at Pinsir. The Pinsir is hit by the ball, and sucked up by the red light. The Pokeball twitches back and forth, and twice... and finally...
~Graded: Pinsir Caught
