The Legend of Thunder: Updated 6/8 Now truly complete!
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I hate you because worlds is in Hawaii...
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This was written shortly after VA Regionals, it just took a while to be updated and fixed.
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Ok, it's been a while and I've been posting short updates, so I deleted the small updates and I'm posting all of part 2 again. Refresh yourself on what's happened so far if you need to, or just skip straight to the new stuff.
After Palkia had mercilessly thrown them through the hole in space, Thunder, Jack and Spark had tumbled and slid a couple of feet before sprawling out onto a leafy forest floor with their new injuries.
“I just don’t get it,” Jack said while picking himself up from the ground. “I was hit by what must have been a few thousand volts of electricity just three days ago, but I’m perfectly fine now. No burns, no paralysis, nothing, like it never happened.”
That prompted Spark to say: “And I got a concussion a few minutes after that,” Breaking off, the Raichu started twitching, his tail slicing the air behind him, but he quickly recovered. “And there’s nothing wrong with me.” He concluded, oblivious to his momentary lapse.
“Well,” Jack said, slowly edging away from Spark. “Let’s find Mew, eh?”
“Wait, what’s that?” Thunder asked, pointing to a small, colorful disc at Jack’s feet.
Jack picked it up and examined it, at a loss until he found a small tag tied through a hole in the disc’s center.
“According to this tag,” He said, his eyes growing bigger as he continued to read, “That Technical Machines just got a lot more advanced. This is something that will change history forever, if this paper is right.”
“Get on with it!” Thunder exclaimed, his tail twitching impatiently.
“Ok, I won’t dramatize the most important moment ever.” The human said, hands on his hips. “This is the new Wonder TM, it instantly teaches any Pokémon every move it could ever be capable of learning, whether the move is normally learned through breeding, TM, naturally or Move Tutor, and it never breaks. It also teaches a special move, one that can’t normally be learned by almost every Pokémon.”
“Let me see that!” Thunder said, grabbing for the TM, inadvertently switching it on at the same time. Three painful seconds later his entire body felt like it was on the verge of exploding.
“Well,” the dazed Pikachu said to Jack and Spark. “I think that it worked, and it came with a free Icicle Plate too.”
Spark, annoyed that he didn’t partake in the long dialogue, quickly thought of a way to get them all moving.
“Guys,” he said in what he hoped was a panicked voice. “I’m getting that feeling again, but it’s different this time. If we stand here too long, a Groudon will step on us, ending our story right now.”
“Groudon?” Jack asked skeptically. “Why would a Groudon be in the middle of this stupid jungle? And why did you use the word ‘Story’? Wouldn’t ‘Life’ be easier?”
“I don’t know why Groudon would be here, or why I used that word, but can we just move before it happens?”
And this time, Thunder and Jack heeded Spark’s request, running off into the trees, never to know that just a few seconds later, Mew showed up, sighing in exasperation at the Raichu’s idiocy.
* * *
The rain forest of Guyana is more than sixty-two thousand two hundred and fifty square acres in size, trees filling the valleys and covering the mountains with a soft green blanket. Rivers wind through like winding blue snakes, creating waterfalls and swamps to support the huge variety of wildlife that make the tree’s their home. The temperature wasn’t above eighty, but the humidity was, making the area under the leafy canopy muggy, and much less pleasant than it could have been. Low growing shrubs and bushes make travel extremely difficult for those who try to penetrate Guyana’s depths unprepared, forcing those who can’t readily push by it to crawl on the root riddled dirt, through mud when close enough to one of the many swamps.
Most of this effect, however, was lost on the three companions, only the bad things processed through to their brains, transforming what could be a halfway pleasant hike to a long, sweaty, hungry ordeal.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” Spark asked after half and hour of trudging through the forest. “This is just great, I’m tired and hungry, and on top of that, we’re lost.”
“Oh shut up Spark,” Jack snapped. “You were the one who was so impatient to get going. At least you can walk under these stupid bushes, I have to crawl. Now, why don’t you shut up and save your energy for walking?”
Spark was about to open his mouth again, but saw the look Jack gave him and thought better of it, settling for silent fuming.
And the silence continued for another ten minutes, the only sounds were those of the three companions pushing through the undergrowth, and those of wild animals, running from the strange creatures who were invading their homes.
“What’s that?” Thunder suddenly asked, stopping the other two so they could see.
“That Thunder,” Jack replied, his tone patronizing. “The thing that you’re pointing to right now is what most people call a boulder. They’re like pebbles, only bigger.”
Turning to Spark, Jack did a dramatic eye roll and smacked his face with his palm, as if unable to believe the stupidity of the question that he just answered. The Raichu replied by pointing his paw at the side of his head, and then turned it counter clockwise, making a bird noise while doing so.
“No Jack, not the boulder, the pink stuff on the boulder, please try not to let your true stupidity show.”
“Wait, is that strawberry jelly on the boulder? We’re saved!” Spark exclaimed.
Running over to the giant gray rock, Spark jumped up onto it and started to lick the jelly.
“Spark, wait! That can’t be jelly, where did it come from?” Jack said.
“I don’t care where it came from, but this tastes just like fresh strawberries, come join me.”
Jack hesitated for a second or two, and then yielded to temptation and hunger, ignoring his better judgment. Crashing through the plants in his way, the human skidded to a stop next to Spark, picked a fresh spot and began to lick the jelly.
Then the jelly quivered and spoke.
“Get off of me you idiots!”
It rose into a glove like shape and a face appeared, two black dots for eyes and a straight black line the slashed through the pink was the mouth.
“I do NOT appreciate being woken up by two morons licking me because I am not jelly, I’m a Ditto. My name is Jimmy, what are yours, Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?”
“Jiminy?” Jack asked. “You mean like the singing cricket? I’m Jack by the way.”
“No, JIMMY! My name is Jimmy, not Jiminy. And don’t answer rhetorical questions, it just annoys people.”
“And why are you here, luring idiots in close with your body Jimmy?” Thunder asked, jumping up onto the rock with Spark.
“Ah, Tweedledumber joins us.” The Ditto said, his voice filled with irritation. “Don’t tell me your name now, just wait. You and Tweedledumb can tell me your names once I start taking you to Mew.”
“We’re here.” Jimmy announced after another four hours of torture, sliding into a large clearing.
“Finally,” Jack moaned, stumbling and scraping his palms on the leafy forest floor.
“I thought you said it was close!” Spark said, closely following Jack.
Jimmy turned around, a sneer formed on his face, but Ditto’s weren’t built to sneer, so it just made everyone who could see it want to laugh.
“I did, and we were,” He said, glaring at the snickering Pokémon. “But after you two woke me up by licking me, I decided to take you on the scenic route to get here, didn’t you enjoy cooling down in that river?”
“Great job you guys,” Thunder yelled, hopping over a large root. “You made this stupid Ditto waste time, and time is running out. Now, where is Mew?”
Jimmy blinked in surprise, amazed at the amount of ferocity that question was asked with, surely three hours wouldn’t make any difference.
When the pink blob didn’t answer right away, Thunder leapt forward, attempting to strangle the unfortunate Pokémon.
He really tried to kill him, but strangling someone only works when you can grab them. But when Thunder tried to grab Jimmy, his paws went right through the Ditto’s body with only the slightest amount resistance, it was like trying to grab water, except water doesn’t squish.
Jimmy and Thunder both looked down at Thunder’s paws, then the latter recoiled back a few steps, tripping over the same root he had jumped over before.
A now somewhat sheepish Thunder looked up at Jimmy from his place on the ground and asked where Mew was again in a calmer, but no less hurried, voice.
“She went out to get you or something,” Jimmy answered, his voice cold enough to freeze water. “So just wait.”
With an impatient sigh, the Pikachu picked himself up and looked around the clearing where he would be waiting and let out a little gasp.
The area wasn’t all that big, roughly the shape of a circle with roots riddling the ground. A gigantic Oak tree was in the center, its trunk was thicker than a Gyarados and its branches stretched towards the sky, tinting the small amount of light that squeaked through its leaves a green tint. From the Oak, it was about twelve feet to any point where tree’s started growing again, a small cliff dropped down to a long overgrown crater on one side. Gazing past the crater, Thunder saw a small grassy hill, a boulder blocking a possible entrance on the side nearest to the clearing. Then, noticing that Jimmy was talking again, Thunder turned his attention to the Ditto.
“…And she said to introduce you to Kenton if we got back before her.”
“What’s a Kenton?” Jack asked.
Jimmy pointed to a truly hideous creature that was leaning against the oak, apparently sleeping. “That is Kenton.”
Kenton was a freak, even among Pokémon. His body was tall and dragon like, a thick tail protruded behind him from between his legs and a shark like dorsal fin on his back. His arms were long and thin, ending in claws with two short spines on them. His legs were like small stumps, with spines like the ones on his arms on them, a three clawed foot on the bottom of both legs. His head was different from the rest of his body, a weird bird thing with a small crest just above the eyes. If this wasn’t enough to make him an instant outcast, Kenton was ten feet tall, and pure white. The only thing noteworthy thing that wasn’t bad about this mistake of nature was that he radiated power, almost making him an impressive figure. Almost.
“What is it?” Jack asked, his curiosity overpowering his repulsion.
“Disgusting,” Spark replied, his loudness drowning out the Ditto’s tiny voice.
“That’s true,” Jimmy said venomously, his poison directed at a certain orange rodent. “But if you mean other than disgusting, Kenton is a Togechomp, and a real jerk too. We have to pretend to like him, but we chant ‘Kenton sucks!’ behind his back.”
Jimmy’s voice had dropped to an almost inaudible whisper after stating Kenton’s species, making the three listeners to lean close to the Ditto.
Following Jimmy’s example, Thunder asked in a whisper, “Why do you have to pretend to like him, he doesn’t look to strong.”
“It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss.” Jimmy sighed, then he addressed Thunder’s question. “Kenton has a unique ability, there is no way to copy it other than to use Transform to be Kenton. This ability, he calls it Rainbow Scale, allows him to temporarily add an additional Type to his already existing four, last time he added a Type to himself, it was Grass.”
“So what types is he now?”
Jimmy paused in thought, mentally adding up the different Types the Togechomp was.
“Let’s see,” He said. “Kenton is naturally Dragon, Ground, Flying and Normal Types. So if he’s still Grass, that makes him a Dragon, Ground, Flying, Normal, Grass Type, what could that possibly be weak to?”
Jack opened his mouth, possibly to say what Type Kenton was weak to, when the Togechomp noticed the new arrivals and stomped over.
“Well, look what the brat dragged in.” He said, his voice cruel and harsh.
Jimmy’s entire being quivered when Kenton spoke, then he sank into a pink pool and didn’t move.
Ignoring the cowardly Ditto, Kenton shook his head and sighed, “You pathetic creatures are getting shorter every day, don’t you even try to grow?”
Just then Thunder made a self discovery: he did not like being called “Short”.
“Oh come on,” he scoffed. “Any idiot on steroids can be tall, and even then you could kill yourself to do it. You have to horribly stunt your own growth while you’re a baby to get to my size, which is near impossible, or you just have to be a Pikachu.”
“That’s true,” The Togechomp conceded. “But a puny thing like you couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to. Go on, hit me with your best attack you stupid yellow headache.”
Thunder’s eye twitched, a red haze engulfed his vision.
“How many times will I have to say this?” Thunder asked, his paws clenched into fists.
Black clouds suddenly filled the air, cutting off the sunlight as they swirled ominously, letting off crackling bolts of lightning. A breeze picked up from nowhere, quickly transforming into a strong wind that nearly blew the smaller Pokémon away.
Kenton was soon left alone with a quivering Thunder, everyone else having taken cover in the trees.
“This is the last time I’m going to say this, so listen carefully. This is the final warning for all of you who are cowering in the woods.” Thunder called, his voice filled with foreboding. “I, AM NOT, YELLOW!”
And with those three words, the Pikachu summoned a gigantic bluish white beam down from the heavens. It came down like lightning, casting an eerie white light over the clearing, engulfing everything, except Thunder, in its deadly radius of light.
When the beam finally evaporated and the frightened Pokémon gathered enough courage to look at what happened to the clearing that they called home, the sight surprised them.
Everything that was inside of the beam, including Kenton, had been covered in a half inch thick layer of ice, Thunder lay on the only ice free spot on the ground.
Jack and Spark slid over to Thunder, almost tripping on him in their haste; Jimmy slid out and was promptly frozen where he was, unable to go any further.
Thunder rubbed his head with one paw, groaned, then sat up with the help of his friends.
“What happened?” He asked groggily. “Why is everything covered in ice? And why hasn’t Kenton killed me for attacking him yet?”
Jimmy answered this question, calling over from his spot at the edge of the ice.
“You froze Kenton,” He yelled, struggling to be heard above the outbreak of cheering that had sprung from almost every other Pokémon. “And because of that, you are now my personal hero.”
A sudden crash, followed by the sound of a large object getting shattered brought the eyes of everyone present to a wonderful scene.
A group of Rattata and Bellsprout had used Tackle on the frozen Togechomp, sending him sliding at a high rate of speed into the giant Oak tree. Upon contact, Kenton shattered into myriads of tiny, glittering pieces that rained down upon the entire clearing, giving it an almost magical appearance as Kenton’s remains caught the afternoon sun.
Then, Mew arrived with a flash of blinding pink light. Kenton caught in her fur, making the origin of all Pokémon look like a pathetic, helpless kitten.
“Jimmy,” she said in a dangerously sweet voice. “What happened to Kenton?”
Jimmy promptly became the most recent color of the deceased Togechomp, and then mumbled something incoherent.
“What was that? You couldn’t have said that our dear Kenton was hideously murdered, did you?”
“Thunder did it! Not me, the yellow… Um, gold Pikachu standing right there did it! Don’t make me play with you again!” Jimmy nearly screamed as tears welled up in his eyes.
“How tragic, I don’t really care. Maybe if our little story had more time I’d go on a rampage and turn all of you into giant balls of yarn, but, alas, we don’t. So, let’s get down to business.”
Mew turned to Thunder, and clasped her paws behind her back.
“I’m actually surprised that you haven’t already asked for it.”
“Asked for what?” Thunder asked, still a little shocked by the seeming insanity of Mew.
“The Light Ball, silly!”
“What? You have a Light Ball?”
Mew shrieked with amusement and started to laugh. Her laugh was that of one whose sanity has slipped away a long time ago.
Now everyone was uneasy. The Pokémon who lived there were afraid that the newcomers would do something to upset Mew’s unstable mental balance; the three friends feared for their lives, now knowing that the origin of all Pokémon was insane, and could kill them in at any time.
When Mew finally regained her composure, she saw Thunder, Jack and Spark standing somewhat farther away, panic showing clearly in their eyes.
“Jimmy,” Mew sighed. “Have you been telling our guests all about your fantasy world where I am your insane dictator?”
To say that Jimmy panicked would be an understatement, he was beyond panic. He threw himself under Mew, he sobbed and pleaded, denying telling any stories and begging not to be played with again.
“Now Jimmy, you know the punishment for telling lies about me,” Mew said in whispered tones. “I’ll deal with you when I’m done.”
And with that, the bawling Ditto vanished in a flash of pink light, teleported to some unknown place to await his doom.
“Now, where were we?” Mew asked, turning towards the gaping trio. “Oh yes, the Light Ball. Now, you’ve already seen the cliff with the blocked entrance, now notice the meteorite. Good, now, put this on.”
Then Mew produced, seemingly out of nowhere, a hand puppet that strongly resembled Thunder.
“Put this on, I’ll then say the required words and you can get your Light Ball, okey-dokey then?” The Legendary giggled.
Thunder was reluctant to even take a step nearer to Mew to receive the puppet, it shown plainly on his face and fear radiated from him.
“If you don’t do this, you’ll end up with Jimmy.” Mew said darkly.
The Pikachu now hastened to do as bidden, not wanting to displease the psychotic kitten.
Once Thunder was ready, Mew muttered something incomprehensible, and then turned towards Jack and Spark.
“Fun fact time! If a ghost stays on Earth to do something, it can never leave until it does exactly what it stayed around to do, it can also never leave the site of its death.”
Then she floated over to Thunder, who was trying hard not to let his body’s instinct to flee betray him.
“Now, here’s your prize!”
Mew wrenched the puppet off of Thunder’s paw and made it vanish. Then, she shoved a small, glowing yellow ball of light into his chest, knocking him to the ground.
“Now, off you go!”
And with that, the Legendary created a giant, pink swirling vortex that, after engulfing Thunder, Jack and Spark, vanished without a trace, leaving Mew to the endless mirth granted to her by insanity.
* * *
And so, for the second time that day, the three friends tumbled though a hole in space and got spit out onto the ground at the other end.
“Ya know you guys?” Jack asked while the two rodents picked themselves up, he just lay there.
“What?” an irate Spark asked in return, gingerly feeling his tail.
“I’ve gotten more injuries in the short time that I’ve traveled with you than I’ve ever gotten in my life! I am so tired of being hurt because I’m around you!”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed, “See that building over there, and those warehouses? That must be where Lightning is! Keep your voice down.”
Jack looked at the building in question, little more than a tall, thick, square slab of concrete and steel with no visible doors or windows, the warehouses were the exact same. Jack suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding, he half expected to see skeletons hanging from the trees and on the ground.
“It looks deserted, are you sure that Mew sent us to the right place? She is insane, so we could have been sent here on a whim, Lightning could be on the other side of the planet.”
Thunder froze; his body was suddenly very tense.
“She has to be here, Jack, she just has to. If anything were to happen to her, the only thing I’d live for would be revenge on all humans.”
“But why would you go to the trouble of doing all that? Humans kill Pokémon that other Pokémon love all the time and they don’t go on a world conquest.”
Thunder opened his mouth, about to explain, and then paused.
“Jack, how old are you? You’ve been traveling with us for a while now, but we never knew your age. Are you an adult like we are? It’s hard to tell.”
“Well, as an Eevee I was a little over a year old, over half way to adulthood. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just going to say that you are naïve and I’m going to keep it that way.”
Jack was instantly curious; anything that was being kept from him just had to be interesting.
“Oh, come on, tell me!” he whined to Thunder.
“Shut up! I never knew that you could be that obnoxious just by speaking! I’ll tell you one more thing: If Lightning is killed, it won’t be just her life that gets taken.”
Then Thunder ran; at long last he ran towards the place where his loved one was being cruelly held prisoner. Branches lashed at his face, rocks tore at his paws, but none of that mattered, nothing did, he wouldn’t be kept apart from Lightning anymore.
“Thunder, wait up! Do you even have a plan? It’s suicidal to just run in there and try to take them all down by yourself, at least wait until we catch up so we can go together.”
As he skidded to a halt just past the final row of trees, Thunder turned to watch the other two’s somewhat slower progress, his ears folded back in annoyance. When Jack and Spark finally did catch up with him, they were equally annoyed.
“Thunder, we need to talk. You can’t keep doing this; you have to trust us to help you.”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed. “Don’t you hear that thudding? Don’t you hear that it’s growing louder? Something big is coming, something really big.”
Jack and Spark were suddenly very nervous, and this only increased when the ground started to shake. Trees started falling in the distance, a straight line that grew progressively closer to where the three were standing.
“Don’t you think that we should… You know… Start running now?” Spark asked, fear making him pause to find the right words.
“Who is that? And what is he doing?” Jack asked, curiosity once again besting fear.
The person in question was a white haired, lab coat-clad member of Team Rocket, who had obviously just emerged from a now open door in the building behind him. Then, reaching into unseen pockets, the man pulled out two items.
One was a purple and white ball with a letter on it, unreadable from so far away, and the other was an oblong, eight holed blue flute.
Oblivious to his surroundings, the figure raised the instrument to his lips and began to play. The song that emerged was many things all at once, mysterious, haunting, and mournful among others, but that isn’t what made it special. No, what made it special was what happened after the song was over.
The thumping grew louder, Pokémon were visibly fleeing their homes for a safer environment.
A thin, gold beam of light shot skywards from the flute startling the human into almost letting go. It struck some unseen object high above the clouds, and then dissipated, the flute shattered into countless pieces.
Hopping up and down in rage, the Rocket never saw the giant foot that came down and crushed him. Him and the building behind him, as well as Thunder’s heart.
Chapter 12 Part 2
After Palkia had mercilessly thrown them through the hole in space, Thunder, Jack and Spark had tumbled and slid a couple of feet before sprawling out onto a leafy forest floor with their new injuries.
“I just don’t get it,” Jack said while picking himself up from the ground. “I was hit by what must have been a few thousand volts of electricity just three days ago, but I’m perfectly fine now. No burns, no paralysis, nothing, like it never happened.”
That prompted Spark to say: “And I got a concussion a few minutes after that,” Breaking off, the Raichu started twitching, his tail slicing the air behind him, but he quickly recovered. “And there’s nothing wrong with me.” He concluded, oblivious to his momentary lapse.
“Well,” Jack said, slowly edging away from Spark. “Let’s find Mew, eh?”
“Wait, what’s that?” Thunder asked, pointing to a small, colorful disc at Jack’s feet.
Jack picked it up and examined it, at a loss until he found a small tag tied through a hole in the disc’s center.
“According to this tag,” He said, his eyes growing bigger as he continued to read, “That Technical Machines just got a lot more advanced. This is something that will change history forever, if this paper is right.”
“Get on with it!” Thunder exclaimed, his tail twitching impatiently.
“Ok, I won’t dramatize the most important moment ever.” The human said, hands on his hips. “This is the new Wonder TM, it instantly teaches any Pokémon every move it could ever be capable of learning, whether the move is normally learned through breeding, TM, naturally or Move Tutor, and it never breaks. It also teaches a special move, one that can’t normally be learned by almost every Pokémon.”
“Let me see that!” Thunder said, grabbing for the TM, inadvertently switching it on at the same time. Three painful seconds later his entire body felt like it was on the verge of exploding.
“Well,” the dazed Pikachu said to Jack and Spark. “I think that it worked, and it came with a free Icicle Plate too.”
Spark, annoyed that he didn’t partake in the long dialogue, quickly thought of a way to get them all moving.
“Guys,” he said in what he hoped was a panicked voice. “I’m getting that feeling again, but it’s different this time. If we stand here too long, a Groudon will step on us, ending our story right now.”
“Groudon?” Jack asked skeptically. “Why would a Groudon be in the middle of this stupid jungle? And why did you use the word ‘Story’? Wouldn’t ‘Life’ be easier?”
“I don’t know why Groudon would be here, or why I used that word, but can we just move before it happens?”
And this time, Thunder and Jack heeded Spark’s request, running off into the trees, never to know that just a few seconds later, Mew showed up, sighing in exasperation at the Raichu’s idiocy.
* * *
The rain forest of Guyana is more than sixty-two thousand two hundred and fifty square acres in size, trees filling the valleys and covering the mountains with a soft green blanket. Rivers wind through like winding blue snakes, creating waterfalls and swamps to support the huge variety of wildlife that make the tree’s their home. The temperature wasn’t above eighty, but the humidity was, making the area under the leafy canopy muggy, and much less pleasant than it could have been. Low growing shrubs and bushes make travel extremely difficult for those who try to penetrate Guyana’s depths unprepared, forcing those who can’t readily push by it to crawl on the root riddled dirt, through mud when close enough to one of the many swamps.
Most of this effect, however, was lost on the three companions, only the bad things processed through to their brains, transforming what could be a halfway pleasant hike to a long, sweaty, hungry ordeal.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” Spark asked after half and hour of trudging through the forest. “This is just great, I’m tired and hungry, and on top of that, we’re lost.”
“Oh shut up Spark,” Jack snapped. “You were the one who was so impatient to get going. At least you can walk under these stupid bushes, I have to crawl. Now, why don’t you shut up and save your energy for walking?”
Spark was about to open his mouth again, but saw the look Jack gave him and thought better of it, settling for silent fuming.
And the silence continued for another ten minutes, the only sounds were those of the three companions pushing through the undergrowth, and those of wild animals, running from the strange creatures who were invading their homes.
“What’s that?” Thunder suddenly asked, stopping the other two so they could see.
“That Thunder,” Jack replied, his tone patronizing. “The thing that you’re pointing to right now is what most people call a boulder. They’re like pebbles, only bigger.”
Turning to Spark, Jack did a dramatic eye roll and smacked his face with his palm, as if unable to believe the stupidity of the question that he just answered. The Raichu replied by pointing his paw at the side of his head, and then turned it counter clockwise, making a bird noise while doing so.
“No Jack, not the boulder, the pink stuff on the boulder, please try not to let your true stupidity show.”
“Wait, is that strawberry jelly on the boulder? We’re saved!” Spark exclaimed.
Running over to the giant gray rock, Spark jumped up onto it and started to lick the jelly.
“Spark, wait! That can’t be jelly, where did it come from?” Jack said.
“I don’t care where it came from, but this tastes just like fresh strawberries, come join me.”
Jack hesitated for a second or two, and then yielded to temptation and hunger, ignoring his better judgment. Crashing through the plants in his way, the human skidded to a stop next to Spark, picked a fresh spot and began to lick the jelly.
Then the jelly quivered and spoke.
“Get off of me you idiots!”
It rose into a glove like shape and a face appeared, two black dots for eyes and a straight black line the slashed through the pink was the mouth.
“I do NOT appreciate being woken up by two morons licking me because I am not jelly, I’m a Ditto. My name is Jimmy, what are yours, Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?”
“Jiminy?” Jack asked. “You mean like the singing cricket? I’m Jack by the way.”
“No, JIMMY! My name is Jimmy, not Jiminy. And don’t answer rhetorical questions, it just annoys people.”
“And why are you here, luring idiots in close with your body Jimmy?” Thunder asked, jumping up onto the rock with Spark.
“Ah, Tweedledumber joins us.” The Ditto said, his voice filled with irritation. “Don’t tell me your name now, just wait. You and Tweedledumb can tell me your names once I start taking you to Mew.”
* * *
“We’re here.” Jimmy announced after another four hours of torture, sliding into a large clearing.
“Finally,” Jack moaned, stumbling and scraping his palms on the leafy forest floor.
“I thought you said it was close!” Spark said, closely following Jack.
Jimmy turned around, a sneer formed on his face, but Ditto’s weren’t built to sneer, so it just made everyone who could see it want to laugh.
“I did, and we were,” He said, glaring at the snickering Pokémon. “But after you two woke me up by licking me, I decided to take you on the scenic route to get here, didn’t you enjoy cooling down in that river?”
“Great job you guys,” Thunder yelled, hopping over a large root. “You made this stupid Ditto waste time, and time is running out. Now, where is Mew?”
Jimmy blinked in surprise, amazed at the amount of ferocity that question was asked with, surely three hours wouldn’t make any difference.
When the pink blob didn’t answer right away, Thunder leapt forward, attempting to strangle the unfortunate Pokémon.
He really tried to kill him, but strangling someone only works when you can grab them. But when Thunder tried to grab Jimmy, his paws went right through the Ditto’s body with only the slightest amount resistance, it was like trying to grab water, except water doesn’t squish.
Jimmy and Thunder both looked down at Thunder’s paws, then the latter recoiled back a few steps, tripping over the same root he had jumped over before.
A now somewhat sheepish Thunder looked up at Jimmy from his place on the ground and asked where Mew was again in a calmer, but no less hurried, voice.
“She went out to get you or something,” Jimmy answered, his voice cold enough to freeze water. “So just wait.”
With an impatient sigh, the Pikachu picked himself up and looked around the clearing where he would be waiting and let out a little gasp.
The area wasn’t all that big, roughly the shape of a circle with roots riddling the ground. A gigantic Oak tree was in the center, its trunk was thicker than a Gyarados and its branches stretched towards the sky, tinting the small amount of light that squeaked through its leaves a green tint. From the Oak, it was about twelve feet to any point where tree’s started growing again, a small cliff dropped down to a long overgrown crater on one side. Gazing past the crater, Thunder saw a small grassy hill, a boulder blocking a possible entrance on the side nearest to the clearing. Then, noticing that Jimmy was talking again, Thunder turned his attention to the Ditto.
“…And she said to introduce you to Kenton if we got back before her.”
“What’s a Kenton?” Jack asked.
Jimmy pointed to a truly hideous creature that was leaning against the oak, apparently sleeping. “That is Kenton.”
Kenton was a freak, even among Pokémon. His body was tall and dragon like, a thick tail protruded behind him from between his legs and a shark like dorsal fin on his back. His arms were long and thin, ending in claws with two short spines on them. His legs were like small stumps, with spines like the ones on his arms on them, a three clawed foot on the bottom of both legs. His head was different from the rest of his body, a weird bird thing with a small crest just above the eyes. If this wasn’t enough to make him an instant outcast, Kenton was ten feet tall, and pure white. The only thing noteworthy thing that wasn’t bad about this mistake of nature was that he radiated power, almost making him an impressive figure. Almost.
“What is it?” Jack asked, his curiosity overpowering his repulsion.
“Disgusting,” Spark replied, his loudness drowning out the Ditto’s tiny voice.
“That’s true,” Jimmy said venomously, his poison directed at a certain orange rodent. “But if you mean other than disgusting, Kenton is a Togechomp, and a real jerk too. We have to pretend to like him, but we chant ‘Kenton sucks!’ behind his back.”
Jimmy’s voice had dropped to an almost inaudible whisper after stating Kenton’s species, making the three listeners to lean close to the Ditto.
Following Jimmy’s example, Thunder asked in a whisper, “Why do you have to pretend to like him, he doesn’t look to strong.”
“It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss.” Jimmy sighed, then he addressed Thunder’s question. “Kenton has a unique ability, there is no way to copy it other than to use Transform to be Kenton. This ability, he calls it Rainbow Scale, allows him to temporarily add an additional Type to his already existing four, last time he added a Type to himself, it was Grass.”
“So what types is he now?”
Jimmy paused in thought, mentally adding up the different Types the Togechomp was.
“Let’s see,” He said. “Kenton is naturally Dragon, Ground, Flying and Normal Types. So if he’s still Grass, that makes him a Dragon, Ground, Flying, Normal, Grass Type, what could that possibly be weak to?”
Jack opened his mouth, possibly to say what Type Kenton was weak to, when the Togechomp noticed the new arrivals and stomped over.
“Well, look what the brat dragged in.” He said, his voice cruel and harsh.
Jimmy’s entire being quivered when Kenton spoke, then he sank into a pink pool and didn’t move.
Ignoring the cowardly Ditto, Kenton shook his head and sighed, “You pathetic creatures are getting shorter every day, don’t you even try to grow?”
Just then Thunder made a self discovery: he did not like being called “Short”.
“Oh come on,” he scoffed. “Any idiot on steroids can be tall, and even then you could kill yourself to do it. You have to horribly stunt your own growth while you’re a baby to get to my size, which is near impossible, or you just have to be a Pikachu.”
“That’s true,” The Togechomp conceded. “But a puny thing like you couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to. Go on, hit me with your best attack you stupid yellow headache.”
Thunder’s eye twitched, a red haze engulfed his vision.
“How many times will I have to say this?” Thunder asked, his paws clenched into fists.
Black clouds suddenly filled the air, cutting off the sunlight as they swirled ominously, letting off crackling bolts of lightning. A breeze picked up from nowhere, quickly transforming into a strong wind that nearly blew the smaller Pokémon away.
Kenton was soon left alone with a quivering Thunder, everyone else having taken cover in the trees.
“This is the last time I’m going to say this, so listen carefully. This is the final warning for all of you who are cowering in the woods.” Thunder called, his voice filled with foreboding. “I, AM NOT, YELLOW!”
And with those three words, the Pikachu summoned a gigantic bluish white beam down from the heavens. It came down like lightning, casting an eerie white light over the clearing, engulfing everything, except Thunder, in its deadly radius of light.
When the beam finally evaporated and the frightened Pokémon gathered enough courage to look at what happened to the clearing that they called home, the sight surprised them.
Everything that was inside of the beam, including Kenton, had been covered in a half inch thick layer of ice, Thunder lay on the only ice free spot on the ground.
Jack and Spark slid over to Thunder, almost tripping on him in their haste; Jimmy slid out and was promptly frozen where he was, unable to go any further.
Thunder rubbed his head with one paw, groaned, then sat up with the help of his friends.
“What happened?” He asked groggily. “Why is everything covered in ice? And why hasn’t Kenton killed me for attacking him yet?”
Jimmy answered this question, calling over from his spot at the edge of the ice.
“You froze Kenton,” He yelled, struggling to be heard above the outbreak of cheering that had sprung from almost every other Pokémon. “And because of that, you are now my personal hero.”
A sudden crash, followed by the sound of a large object getting shattered brought the eyes of everyone present to a wonderful scene.
A group of Rattata and Bellsprout had used Tackle on the frozen Togechomp, sending him sliding at a high rate of speed into the giant Oak tree. Upon contact, Kenton shattered into myriads of tiny, glittering pieces that rained down upon the entire clearing, giving it an almost magical appearance as Kenton’s remains caught the afternoon sun.
Then, Mew arrived with a flash of blinding pink light. Kenton caught in her fur, making the origin of all Pokémon look like a pathetic, helpless kitten.
“Jimmy,” she said in a dangerously sweet voice. “What happened to Kenton?”
Jimmy promptly became the most recent color of the deceased Togechomp, and then mumbled something incoherent.
“What was that? You couldn’t have said that our dear Kenton was hideously murdered, did you?”
“Thunder did it! Not me, the yellow… Um, gold Pikachu standing right there did it! Don’t make me play with you again!” Jimmy nearly screamed as tears welled up in his eyes.
“How tragic, I don’t really care. Maybe if our little story had more time I’d go on a rampage and turn all of you into giant balls of yarn, but, alas, we don’t. So, let’s get down to business.”
Mew turned to Thunder, and clasped her paws behind her back.
“I’m actually surprised that you haven’t already asked for it.”
“Asked for what?” Thunder asked, still a little shocked by the seeming insanity of Mew.
“The Light Ball, silly!”
“What? You have a Light Ball?”
Mew shrieked with amusement and started to laugh. Her laugh was that of one whose sanity has slipped away a long time ago.
Now everyone was uneasy. The Pokémon who lived there were afraid that the newcomers would do something to upset Mew’s unstable mental balance; the three friends feared for their lives, now knowing that the origin of all Pokémon was insane, and could kill them in at any time.
When Mew finally regained her composure, she saw Thunder, Jack and Spark standing somewhat farther away, panic showing clearly in their eyes.
“Jimmy,” Mew sighed. “Have you been telling our guests all about your fantasy world where I am your insane dictator?”
To say that Jimmy panicked would be an understatement, he was beyond panic. He threw himself under Mew, he sobbed and pleaded, denying telling any stories and begging not to be played with again.
“Now Jimmy, you know the punishment for telling lies about me,” Mew said in whispered tones. “I’ll deal with you when I’m done.”
And with that, the bawling Ditto vanished in a flash of pink light, teleported to some unknown place to await his doom.
“Now, where were we?” Mew asked, turning towards the gaping trio. “Oh yes, the Light Ball. Now, you’ve already seen the cliff with the blocked entrance, now notice the meteorite. Good, now, put this on.”
Then Mew produced, seemingly out of nowhere, a hand puppet that strongly resembled Thunder.
“Put this on, I’ll then say the required words and you can get your Light Ball, okey-dokey then?” The Legendary giggled.
Thunder was reluctant to even take a step nearer to Mew to receive the puppet, it shown plainly on his face and fear radiated from him.
“If you don’t do this, you’ll end up with Jimmy.” Mew said darkly.
The Pikachu now hastened to do as bidden, not wanting to displease the psychotic kitten.
Once Thunder was ready, Mew muttered something incomprehensible, and then turned towards Jack and Spark.
“Fun fact time! If a ghost stays on Earth to do something, it can never leave until it does exactly what it stayed around to do, it can also never leave the site of its death.”
Then she floated over to Thunder, who was trying hard not to let his body’s instinct to flee betray him.
“Now, here’s your prize!”
Mew wrenched the puppet off of Thunder’s paw and made it vanish. Then, she shoved a small, glowing yellow ball of light into his chest, knocking him to the ground.
“Now, off you go!”
And with that, the Legendary created a giant, pink swirling vortex that, after engulfing Thunder, Jack and Spark, vanished without a trace, leaving Mew to the endless mirth granted to her by insanity.
* * *
And so, for the second time that day, the three friends tumbled though a hole in space and got spit out onto the ground at the other end.
“Ya know you guys?” Jack asked while the two rodents picked themselves up, he just lay there.
“What?” an irate Spark asked in return, gingerly feeling his tail.
“I’ve gotten more injuries in the short time that I’ve traveled with you than I’ve ever gotten in my life! I am so tired of being hurt because I’m around you!”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed, “See that building over there, and those warehouses? That must be where Lightning is! Keep your voice down.”
Jack looked at the building in question, little more than a tall, thick, square slab of concrete and steel with no visible doors or windows, the warehouses were the exact same. Jack suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding, he half expected to see skeletons hanging from the trees and on the ground.
“It looks deserted, are you sure that Mew sent us to the right place? She is insane, so we could have been sent here on a whim, Lightning could be on the other side of the planet.”
Thunder froze; his body was suddenly very tense.
“She has to be here, Jack, she just has to. If anything were to happen to her, the only thing I’d live for would be revenge on all humans.”
“But why would you go to the trouble of doing all that? Humans kill Pokémon that other Pokémon love all the time and they don’t go on a world conquest.”
Thunder opened his mouth, about to explain, and then paused.
“Jack, how old are you? You’ve been traveling with us for a while now, but we never knew your age. Are you an adult like we are? It’s hard to tell.”
“Well, as an Eevee I was a little over a year old, over half way to adulthood. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just going to say that you are naïve and I’m going to keep it that way.”
Jack was instantly curious; anything that was being kept from him just had to be interesting.
“Oh, come on, tell me!” he whined to Thunder.
“Shut up! I never knew that you could be that obnoxious just by speaking! I’ll tell you one more thing: If Lightning is killed, it won’t be just her life that gets taken.”
Then Thunder ran; at long last he ran towards the place where his loved one was being cruelly held prisoner. Branches lashed at his face, rocks tore at his paws, but none of that mattered, nothing did, he wouldn’t be kept apart from Lightning anymore.
“Thunder, wait up! Do you even have a plan? It’s suicidal to just run in there and try to take them all down by yourself, at least wait until we catch up so we can go together.”
As he skidded to a halt just past the final row of trees, Thunder turned to watch the other two’s somewhat slower progress, his ears folded back in annoyance. When Jack and Spark finally did catch up with him, they were equally annoyed.
“Thunder, we need to talk. You can’t keep doing this; you have to trust us to help you.”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed. “Don’t you hear that thudding? Don’t you hear that it’s growing louder? Something big is coming, something really big.”
Jack and Spark were suddenly very nervous, and this only increased when the ground started to shake. Trees started falling in the distance, a straight line that grew progressively closer to where the three were standing.
“Don’t you think that we should… You know… Start running now?” Spark asked, fear making him pause to find the right words.
“Who is that? And what is he doing?” Jack asked, curiosity once again besting fear.
The person in question was a white haired, lab coat-clad member of Team Rocket, who had obviously just emerged from a now open door in the building behind him. Then, reaching into unseen pockets, the man pulled out two items.
One was a purple and white ball with a letter on it, unreadable from so far away, and the other was an oblong, eight holed blue flute.
Oblivious to his surroundings, the figure raised the instrument to his lips and began to play. The song that emerged was many things all at once, mysterious, haunting, and mournful among others, but that isn’t what made it special. No, what made it special was what happened after the song was over.
The thumping grew louder, Pokémon were visibly fleeing their homes for a safer environment.
A thin, gold beam of light shot skywards from the flute startling the human into almost letting go. It struck some unseen object high above the clouds, and then dissipated, the flute shattered into countless pieces.
Hopping up and down in rage, the Rocket never saw the giant foot that came down and crushed him. Him and the building behind him, as well as Thunder’s heart.
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Pikamaster
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Mew was made first. Mew was called the origin of all pokemon first.
Arceus came only recently. Arceus wasn't officially "real" until recently. Arceus is trying to steal credit for the adorable pink kitten's work.
Anyways, Arceus is the Alpha Pokemon, it has never been called the "god" pokemon.
Pikamaster
Active Member
Pearl It is told in mythology that this Pokémon was born before the universe even existed.
Platinum It is said to have emerged from an egg in a place where there was nothing, then shaped the world.
Nothing conclusive, and who would know if no one was around then and there are no records? Arceus hasn't announced that it created the world, has it?
Silver: Its DNA contains the genetic codes of all Pokémon, so it can use all kinds of techniques.
Now, that means that it contains Arceus' DNA as well, so how could that be? Mew came first, end of story.
Pikamaster
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Ok, I'm really close to being done, this is about two pages in MS word, so it's a pretty decent size.
And so, for the second time that day, the three friends tumbled though a hole in space and got spit out onto the ground at the other end.
“Ya know you guys?” Jack asked while the two rodents picked themselves up, he just lay there.
“What?” an irate Spark asked in return, gingerly feeling his tail.
“I’ve gotten more injuries in the short time that I’ve traveled with you than I’ve ever gotten in my life! I am so tired of being hurt because I’m around you!”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed, “See that building over there, and those warehouses? That must be where Lightning is! Keep your voice down.”
Jack looked at the building in question, little more than a tall, thick, square slab of concrete and steel with no visible doors or windows, the warehouses were the exact same. Jack suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding, he half expected to see skeletons hanging from the trees and on the ground.
“It looks deserted, are you sure that Mew sent us to the right place? She is insane, so we could have been sent here on a whim, Lightning could be on the other side of the planet.”
Thunder froze; his body was suddenly very tense.
“She has to be here, Jack, she just has to. If anything were to happen to her, the only thing I’d live for would be revenge on all humans.”
“But why would you go to the trouble of doing all that? Humans kill Pokémon that other Pokémon love all the time and they don’t go on a world conquest.”
Thunder opened his mouth, about to explain, and then paused.
“Jack, how old are you? You’ve been traveling with us for a while now, but we never knew your age. Are you an adult like we are? It’s hard to tell.”
“Well, as an Eevee I was a little over year old, over half way to adulthood. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just going to say that you are naïve and I’m going to keep it that way.”
Jack was instantly curious; anything that was being kept from him just had to be interesting.
“Oh, come on, tell me!” he whined to Thunder.
“Shut up! I never knew that you could be that obnoxious just by speaking! I’ll tell you one more thing: If Lightning is killed, it won’t be just her life that gets taken.”
Then Thunder ran; at long last he ran towards the place where his loved one was being cruelly held prisoner. Branches lashed at his face, rocks tore at his paws, but none of that mattered, nothing did, he wouldn’t be kept apart from Lightning anymore.
“Thunder, wait up! Do you even have a plan? It’s suicidal to just run in there and try to take them all down by yourself, at least wait until we catch up so we can go together.”
As he skidded to a halt just past the final row of trees, Thunder turned to watch the other two’s somewhat slower progress, his ears folded back in annoyance. When Jack and Spark finally did catch up with him, they were equally annoyed.
“Thunder, we need to talk. You can’t keep doing this; you have to trust us to help you.”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed. “Don’t you hear that thudding? Don’t you hear that it’s growing louder? Something big is coming, something really big.”
Jack and Spark were suddenly very nervous, and this only increased when the ground started to shake. Trees started falling in the distance, a straight line that grew progressively closer to where the three were standing.
“Don’t you think that we should… You know… Start running now?” Spark asked, fear making him pause to find the right words.
“Who is that? And what is he doing?” Jack asked, curiosity once again besting fear.
The person in question was a white haired, lab coat-clad member of Team Rocket, who had obviously just emerged from a now open door in the building behind him. Then, reaching into unseen pockets, the man pulled out two items.
One was a purple and white ball with a letter on it, unreadable from so far away, and the other was an oblong, eight holed blue flute.
Oblivious to his surroundings, the figure raised the instrument to his lips and began to play. The song that emerged was many things all at once, mysterious, haunting, and mournful among others, but that isn’t what made it special. No, what made it special was what happened after the song was over.
The thumping grew louder, Pokémon were visibly fleeing their homes for a safer environment.
A thin, gold beam of light shot skywards from the flute startling the human into almost letting go. It struck some unseen object high above the clouds, and then dissipated, the flute shattered into countless pieces.
Hopping up and down in rage, the Rocket never saw the giant foot that came down and crushed him. Him and the building behind him, as well as Thunder’s heart.
Leaving you with a cliff-hanger here. Oohh, now you'll have to come back and read it.=P R&R please. Also edited this into the post with the rest of the chapter.
And so, for the second time that day, the three friends tumbled though a hole in space and got spit out onto the ground at the other end.
“Ya know you guys?” Jack asked while the two rodents picked themselves up, he just lay there.
“What?” an irate Spark asked in return, gingerly feeling his tail.
“I’ve gotten more injuries in the short time that I’ve traveled with you than I’ve ever gotten in my life! I am so tired of being hurt because I’m around you!”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed, “See that building over there, and those warehouses? That must be where Lightning is! Keep your voice down.”
Jack looked at the building in question, little more than a tall, thick, square slab of concrete and steel with no visible doors or windows, the warehouses were the exact same. Jack suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding, he half expected to see skeletons hanging from the trees and on the ground.
“It looks deserted, are you sure that Mew sent us to the right place? She is insane, so we could have been sent here on a whim, Lightning could be on the other side of the planet.”
Thunder froze; his body was suddenly very tense.
“She has to be here, Jack, she just has to. If anything were to happen to her, the only thing I’d live for would be revenge on all humans.”
“But why would you go to the trouble of doing all that? Humans kill Pokémon that other Pokémon love all the time and they don’t go on a world conquest.”
Thunder opened his mouth, about to explain, and then paused.
“Jack, how old are you? You’ve been traveling with us for a while now, but we never knew your age. Are you an adult like we are? It’s hard to tell.”
“Well, as an Eevee I was a little over year old, over half way to adulthood. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just going to say that you are naïve and I’m going to keep it that way.”
Jack was instantly curious; anything that was being kept from him just had to be interesting.
“Oh, come on, tell me!” he whined to Thunder.
“Shut up! I never knew that you could be that obnoxious just by speaking! I’ll tell you one more thing: If Lightning is killed, it won’t be just her life that gets taken.”
Then Thunder ran; at long last he ran towards the place where his loved one was being cruelly held prisoner. Branches lashed at his face, rocks tore at his paws, but none of that mattered, nothing did, he wouldn’t be kept apart from Lightning anymore.
“Thunder, wait up! Do you even have a plan? It’s suicidal to just run in there and try to take them all down by yourself, at least wait until we catch up so we can go together.”
As he skidded to a halt just past the final row of trees, Thunder turned to watch the other two’s somewhat slower progress, his ears folded back in annoyance. When Jack and Spark finally did catch up with him, they were equally annoyed.
“Thunder, we need to talk. You can’t keep doing this; you have to trust us to help you.”
“Quiet!” Thunder hissed. “Don’t you hear that thudding? Don’t you hear that it’s growing louder? Something big is coming, something really big.”
Jack and Spark were suddenly very nervous, and this only increased when the ground started to shake. Trees started falling in the distance, a straight line that grew progressively closer to where the three were standing.
“Don’t you think that we should… You know… Start running now?” Spark asked, fear making him pause to find the right words.
“Who is that? And what is he doing?” Jack asked, curiosity once again besting fear.
The person in question was a white haired, lab coat-clad member of Team Rocket, who had obviously just emerged from a now open door in the building behind him. Then, reaching into unseen pockets, the man pulled out two items.
One was a purple and white ball with a letter on it, unreadable from so far away, and the other was an oblong, eight holed blue flute.
Oblivious to his surroundings, the figure raised the instrument to his lips and began to play. The song that emerged was many things all at once, mysterious, haunting, and mournful among others, but that isn’t what made it special. No, what made it special was what happened after the song was over.
The thumping grew louder, Pokémon were visibly fleeing their homes for a safer environment.
A thin, gold beam of light shot skywards from the flute startling the human into almost letting go. It struck some unseen object high above the clouds, and then dissipated, the flute shattered into countless pieces.
Hopping up and down in rage, the Rocket never saw the giant foot that came down and crushed him. Him and the building behind him, as well as Thunder’s heart.
Leaving you with a cliff-hanger here. Oohh, now you'll have to come back and read it.=P R&R please. Also edited this into the post with the rest of the chapter.
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Lucario EX
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Nice job fitting in the information about their ages without calling attention to it.
Pikamaster
Active Member
Well, what was the point of that if you just called attention to it?=P
JK, jk.
I am working on the final chapter, chapter 13 (oohh, unlucky), so it shouldn't take that long to get it up.
EDIT. Added quick links to all of the chapters on post #1.
JK, jk.
I am working on the final chapter, chapter 13 (oohh, unlucky), so it shouldn't take that long to get it up.
EDIT. Added quick links to all of the chapters on post #1.
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lightsabre
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I like the story line Pika. hope the last chapter comes soon
Pikamaster
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Well, it's long overdue, it shouldn't have taken this long, but this is almost finished. I have written Chapter 13 up to a point, at which there will be two endings, a happier one and a dark one. When I get those up, read one, read both, I don't care, just enjoy them, and this chapter.
Chapter 13
Thunder stared in mental anguish at the giant green foot that had destroyed the Rocket’s base, and most likely Lightning too. Once again, he felt rage fill his body, but this time it was beyond all control, he would avenge his loved one, even if it meant certain death.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins, adding to the extra power he received by the Light Ball that was visibly glowing in his chest.
Without knowing how he did it, the infuriated Pikachu summoned a bunch of twenty golden balloons and grabbed hold of the trailing strings.
“Stay here.” He managed to grunt at the fainted Spark and the cowering Jack. Words weren’t important now, vengeance was all that mattered.
Soaring up into the clouds, Thunder waited until he was engulfed by them, and then released a huge burst of electricity, the effect was instantaneous.
The cloud turned pitch black, electricity crackled and sparked; bright blue streaks on a black canvas. Other thunderclouds appeared and swirled around the first, jagged bolts of lightning ripping through the air, the sky grew black in a few seconds.
Jack stared up at all of it with a very strong sense of déjà vu.
When Thunder felt that all was ready, he let out a savage cry, releasing a potent Thunder attack at the foot and its owner, ready to smite them from the earth. When he heard the resounding explosion from below Thunder was sure that it was over.
Releasing a quarter of his balloons, the Pikachu lowered himself just below the supercharged clouds, ready to see what set its foot on the most important building in the world.
Surprisingly, the thing was still standing; Thunder assumed it was a Pokémon. Not even registering the fact that it was twelve feet tall, Thunder released his balloons and launched into a Volt Tackle, drawing all the electricity in the clouds to him to boost the power.
He slammed into the Pokémon with enough force to vaporize six hundred pounds of solid rock, extra voltage ravaged the surrounding area, but still the Pokémon stood, as did the warehouses.
Thunder absorbed most of the recoil with a neat little back flip, landing on all fours, and then collapsing, darkness attempting to take him forever.
“No!” Spark cried as he surged out of the forest, Jack followed him closely. They ran towards the fallen Pikachu, concern for their friend overriding their natural instinct to flee, reaching him just as two more giant Pokémon appeared.
After seeing that Thunder was still alive, Jack stood and surveyed the trio of Pokémon that were before him, not at all shocked that they were legendaries.
“Ho-oh,” he said, pointing to a gold-crested red and white phoenix.
“Heatran,” this time pointing to a four legged, steel studded, brownish orange Pokémon whose head and underside appeared to be made entirely out of metal, even though the rest of it was bubbling like magma.
“And Regigigas.” he concluded, pointing at the last Pokémon, this one being white with black stripes on its legs, round, green feet, long arms that ended in three fingered hands. Its eyes were six round dots; the same color as the Regi’s that died what seemed so long ago, and it had yellow… things... arranged in a pattern on the top of its head and at the beginning of each arm.
“Correct, no need for introductions on your side, we know who you are.” Ho-oh said; its voice musical with just a hint of hidden power.
“Why are you here? What do you want?” Spark asked while helping Thunder to sit up. “What did we do to you?”
“Too many questions from orange one, makes head hurt.” Heatran stated, obviously not the smartest one of the group.
“We are here to avenge the deaths of our fellow legendaries. Entei, Raikou, Suicune, Azelf, Mesprit, Uxie, Regirock, Regice, Registeel, Palkia, Dialga and Giratina didn’t have to die. I am here to make you pay for the deaths of the Pokémon who I once revived; Regigigas is here for the ones that he created.”
“I can understand you being here, Ho-oh, and you, Regigigas, but why is Heatran here?”
Heatran stepped forward, leaving a cross shaped footprint filled with lava behind him.
“Pixies have no living legend who make them to take revenge, Heatran volunteer. Heatran need more violence in life, mountain boring.”
Meanwhile, in a room deep in Stark Mountain…
“Where is Heatran?!” a yellow, pointy haired boy exclaimed. “I did everything that I was supposed to do to make it appear, so where is it? I want to RNG abuse it to be flawless and shiny so I can make some noob sell himself into service to me for life for it.”
The trainer kept pacing around the exact middle of the room, the place where Heatran would normally be waiting for a challenge.
“Now I know that Buck told me that this place would erupt if I didn’t put the magma stone back, but it’s just a rock, it can’t do…”
For the first time in hundreds of years, Stark Mountain woke from its state of dormancy and erupted, sending burning debris everywhere and completely (and somewhat ironically), obliterating the Survival Area as wave after wave of glowing red lava poured down onto it.
Sixteen Geodudes were struck by magma and burst into flame. Despite being resistant to fire, they rolled around in pain and razed the entire Battle Frontier and the Resort Area.
“Not much happen at mountain when Heatran away. It still be boring when go back.”
Jack’s eye started to twitch uncontrollably, the bad grammar was, to him, as bad as any physical torture. He got down on the ground, curled up into a ball, and then started rocking back and forth with his hands over his ears, begging for it to stop. Spark was disgusted.
Ho-oh sighed, wondering how these three had ever caused the deaths of so many powerful Pokémon.
“Let’s get this over with.” she said, turning to her two companions. “I’ll take the orange one, why don’t you two launch a Hyper Beam each together at the other two?”
“Me like plan.” Heatran said, Regigigas just beeped incomprehensibly, confirmation or rejection of the plan was impossible to tell.
With an expert flick of her wings, Ho-oh sent a Gust attack at Spark, sending him tumbling about ten yards away from Thunder and Jack. Heatran and Regigigas charged up Hyper Beam while Ho-oh readied Sacred Fire.
Unbeknownst to everyone, a small hole in space quickly opened, and then closed, just a few yards away from Regigigas.
Ho-oh readied her attack and launched it at Spark in the form of a small, glowing, compressed ball of fire about the size of a basketball. Spark leapt out of the way as the attack hit the ground and detonated; a gigantic spiraling pillar of flame that raised the temperature to extremes that, out of the present objects there, only the warehouses and Heatran could take without almost collapsing.
The radius of the attack was so large that, even though Spark had started dodging before it had reached him, his tail was still caught and instantly incinerated. Spark dropped to the ground, howling in pain and clutching the stump of his ruined tail, his ultimate mistake.
A few seconds later, Regigigas and Heatran simultaneously fired their Hyper Beams at the immobile Thunder and Jack.
Not even having time for words, Spark launched himself into a Quick Attack, knocking his friends away from the deadly beams of light. He almost made it out of the way himself. The Raichu looked at his friends one last time, the second before he was destroyed; no emotion portrayed on his face, save one: absolute peace. He looked directly at Thunder and mouthed two words, and then he was gone, vaporized by the combined attack.
Thunder looked in horror and awe at the place where Spark had died; amazed that he had made that sacrifice.
“What did he say?” Jack asked quietly, he too was shocked at the death of their friend.
“He said: Save her. I don’t know what he meant; Lightning is dead, so how can I save her?”
“"By Grabthar's hammer, by the suns of Warvan, you shall be avenged!" Jack whispered. Thunder nearly killed him.
“How can you be spouting nonsense after what just happened!? Are you a bigger idiot than I though? Spark just died, and you’re saying something about a stupid hammer?”
The three Legendaries watched all this with a mix of amusement, and something that was almost pity.
“Regigigas, why don’t you go over there and bring those two over here, I want to eat the yellow one; you and Heatran can split the other.”
Regigiggles just beeped like before, unable to get any answer across; Ho-oh muttered something about never wanting to do anything with morons again.
The behemoth took a step forward, its eyes glinting menacingly, then something inexplicable happened; Regigigas slipped.
Heatran’s eyes grew wide just before the life was crushed out of him, then he was embedded in Regigigas’s back, now nothing more than a lifeless pile of molten metal.
The Legendary stood, beeping in distress, and this only intensified when it tried to grab the dead Pokémon out of its back, receiving a burn on its hand for the trouble. It looked around in desperation, needing something, anything, that would remove the corpse from its back; then it saw Ho-oh’s beak.
Extreme pain can drive all sense from the brain, all rational thinking ceases to exist, the only thing that matters is to escape the pain. So, in an oh so common moment of stupidity, Regigigas tore off Ho-oh’s head and used the beak as tweezers to remove Heatran from its back; the giant phoenix’s now headless body ran around in circles, blood pumped from its neck and coated the surrounding area with a layer of blood before the headless bird dropped dead in an undignified pile.
Regigigas let out one final roar of pain before falling dead itself; a giant, black, smoking hole had burned almost all the way through its body.
Thunder and Jack huddled together in shock, unable to believe that their curse had killed yet another legendary trio. Then, just the faintest of groaning came from the vicinity of the destroyed Rocket base. The two friends took one look at each other, and then dashed to the source of the groan, not even daring to hope as to who made it.
R&R please, the next update I do might be the last one.
Chapter 13
Thunder stared in mental anguish at the giant green foot that had destroyed the Rocket’s base, and most likely Lightning too. Once again, he felt rage fill his body, but this time it was beyond all control, he would avenge his loved one, even if it meant certain death.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins, adding to the extra power he received by the Light Ball that was visibly glowing in his chest.
Without knowing how he did it, the infuriated Pikachu summoned a bunch of twenty golden balloons and grabbed hold of the trailing strings.
“Stay here.” He managed to grunt at the fainted Spark and the cowering Jack. Words weren’t important now, vengeance was all that mattered.
Soaring up into the clouds, Thunder waited until he was engulfed by them, and then released a huge burst of electricity, the effect was instantaneous.
The cloud turned pitch black, electricity crackled and sparked; bright blue streaks on a black canvas. Other thunderclouds appeared and swirled around the first, jagged bolts of lightning ripping through the air, the sky grew black in a few seconds.
Jack stared up at all of it with a very strong sense of déjà vu.
When Thunder felt that all was ready, he let out a savage cry, releasing a potent Thunder attack at the foot and its owner, ready to smite them from the earth. When he heard the resounding explosion from below Thunder was sure that it was over.
Releasing a quarter of his balloons, the Pikachu lowered himself just below the supercharged clouds, ready to see what set its foot on the most important building in the world.
Surprisingly, the thing was still standing; Thunder assumed it was a Pokémon. Not even registering the fact that it was twelve feet tall, Thunder released his balloons and launched into a Volt Tackle, drawing all the electricity in the clouds to him to boost the power.
He slammed into the Pokémon with enough force to vaporize six hundred pounds of solid rock, extra voltage ravaged the surrounding area, but still the Pokémon stood, as did the warehouses.
Thunder absorbed most of the recoil with a neat little back flip, landing on all fours, and then collapsing, darkness attempting to take him forever.
“No!” Spark cried as he surged out of the forest, Jack followed him closely. They ran towards the fallen Pikachu, concern for their friend overriding their natural instinct to flee, reaching him just as two more giant Pokémon appeared.
After seeing that Thunder was still alive, Jack stood and surveyed the trio of Pokémon that were before him, not at all shocked that they were legendaries.
“Ho-oh,” he said, pointing to a gold-crested red and white phoenix.
“Heatran,” this time pointing to a four legged, steel studded, brownish orange Pokémon whose head and underside appeared to be made entirely out of metal, even though the rest of it was bubbling like magma.
“And Regigigas.” he concluded, pointing at the last Pokémon, this one being white with black stripes on its legs, round, green feet, long arms that ended in three fingered hands. Its eyes were six round dots; the same color as the Regi’s that died what seemed so long ago, and it had yellow… things... arranged in a pattern on the top of its head and at the beginning of each arm.
“Correct, no need for introductions on your side, we know who you are.” Ho-oh said; its voice musical with just a hint of hidden power.
“Why are you here? What do you want?” Spark asked while helping Thunder to sit up. “What did we do to you?”
“Too many questions from orange one, makes head hurt.” Heatran stated, obviously not the smartest one of the group.
“We are here to avenge the deaths of our fellow legendaries. Entei, Raikou, Suicune, Azelf, Mesprit, Uxie, Regirock, Regice, Registeel, Palkia, Dialga and Giratina didn’t have to die. I am here to make you pay for the deaths of the Pokémon who I once revived; Regigigas is here for the ones that he created.”
“I can understand you being here, Ho-oh, and you, Regigigas, but why is Heatran here?”
Heatran stepped forward, leaving a cross shaped footprint filled with lava behind him.
“Pixies have no living legend who make them to take revenge, Heatran volunteer. Heatran need more violence in life, mountain boring.”
* * *
Meanwhile, in a room deep in Stark Mountain…
“Where is Heatran?!” a yellow, pointy haired boy exclaimed. “I did everything that I was supposed to do to make it appear, so where is it? I want to RNG abuse it to be flawless and shiny so I can make some noob sell himself into service to me for life for it.”
The trainer kept pacing around the exact middle of the room, the place where Heatran would normally be waiting for a challenge.
“Now I know that Buck told me that this place would erupt if I didn’t put the magma stone back, but it’s just a rock, it can’t do…”
For the first time in hundreds of years, Stark Mountain woke from its state of dormancy and erupted, sending burning debris everywhere and completely (and somewhat ironically), obliterating the Survival Area as wave after wave of glowing red lava poured down onto it.
Sixteen Geodudes were struck by magma and burst into flame. Despite being resistant to fire, they rolled around in pain and razed the entire Battle Frontier and the Resort Area.
* * *
“Not much happen at mountain when Heatran away. It still be boring when go back.”
Jack’s eye started to twitch uncontrollably, the bad grammar was, to him, as bad as any physical torture. He got down on the ground, curled up into a ball, and then started rocking back and forth with his hands over his ears, begging for it to stop. Spark was disgusted.
Ho-oh sighed, wondering how these three had ever caused the deaths of so many powerful Pokémon.
“Let’s get this over with.” she said, turning to her two companions. “I’ll take the orange one, why don’t you two launch a Hyper Beam each together at the other two?”
“Me like plan.” Heatran said, Regigigas just beeped incomprehensibly, confirmation or rejection of the plan was impossible to tell.
With an expert flick of her wings, Ho-oh sent a Gust attack at Spark, sending him tumbling about ten yards away from Thunder and Jack. Heatran and Regigigas charged up Hyper Beam while Ho-oh readied Sacred Fire.
Unbeknownst to everyone, a small hole in space quickly opened, and then closed, just a few yards away from Regigigas.
Ho-oh readied her attack and launched it at Spark in the form of a small, glowing, compressed ball of fire about the size of a basketball. Spark leapt out of the way as the attack hit the ground and detonated; a gigantic spiraling pillar of flame that raised the temperature to extremes that, out of the present objects there, only the warehouses and Heatran could take without almost collapsing.
The radius of the attack was so large that, even though Spark had started dodging before it had reached him, his tail was still caught and instantly incinerated. Spark dropped to the ground, howling in pain and clutching the stump of his ruined tail, his ultimate mistake.
A few seconds later, Regigigas and Heatran simultaneously fired their Hyper Beams at the immobile Thunder and Jack.
Not even having time for words, Spark launched himself into a Quick Attack, knocking his friends away from the deadly beams of light. He almost made it out of the way himself. The Raichu looked at his friends one last time, the second before he was destroyed; no emotion portrayed on his face, save one: absolute peace. He looked directly at Thunder and mouthed two words, and then he was gone, vaporized by the combined attack.
Thunder looked in horror and awe at the place where Spark had died; amazed that he had made that sacrifice.
“What did he say?” Jack asked quietly, he too was shocked at the death of their friend.
“He said: Save her. I don’t know what he meant; Lightning is dead, so how can I save her?”
“"By Grabthar's hammer, by the suns of Warvan, you shall be avenged!" Jack whispered. Thunder nearly killed him.
“How can you be spouting nonsense after what just happened!? Are you a bigger idiot than I though? Spark just died, and you’re saying something about a stupid hammer?”
The three Legendaries watched all this with a mix of amusement, and something that was almost pity.
“Regigigas, why don’t you go over there and bring those two over here, I want to eat the yellow one; you and Heatran can split the other.”
Regigiggles just beeped like before, unable to get any answer across; Ho-oh muttered something about never wanting to do anything with morons again.
The behemoth took a step forward, its eyes glinting menacingly, then something inexplicable happened; Regigigas slipped.
Heatran’s eyes grew wide just before the life was crushed out of him, then he was embedded in Regigigas’s back, now nothing more than a lifeless pile of molten metal.
The Legendary stood, beeping in distress, and this only intensified when it tried to grab the dead Pokémon out of its back, receiving a burn on its hand for the trouble. It looked around in desperation, needing something, anything, that would remove the corpse from its back; then it saw Ho-oh’s beak.
Extreme pain can drive all sense from the brain, all rational thinking ceases to exist, the only thing that matters is to escape the pain. So, in an oh so common moment of stupidity, Regigigas tore off Ho-oh’s head and used the beak as tweezers to remove Heatran from its back; the giant phoenix’s now headless body ran around in circles, blood pumped from its neck and coated the surrounding area with a layer of blood before the headless bird dropped dead in an undignified pile.
Regigigas let out one final roar of pain before falling dead itself; a giant, black, smoking hole had burned almost all the way through its body.
Thunder and Jack huddled together in shock, unable to believe that their curse had killed yet another legendary trio. Then, just the faintest of groaning came from the vicinity of the destroyed Rocket base. The two friends took one look at each other, and then dashed to the source of the groan, not even daring to hope as to who made it.
R&R please, the next update I do might be the last one.
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The behemoth took a step forward, its eyes glinting menacingly, then something inexplicable happened; Regigigas slipped.
Heatran’s eyes grew wide just before the life was crushed out of him, then he was embedded in Regigigas’s back, now nothing more than a lifeless pile of molten metal.
The Legendary stood, beeping in distress, and this only intensified when it tried to grab the dead Pokémon out of its back, receiving a burn on its hand for the trouble. It looked around in desperation, needing something, anything, that would remove the corpse from its back; then it saw Ho-oh’s beak.
Extreme pain can drive all sense from the brain, all rational thinking ceases to exist, the only thing that matters is to escape the pain. So, in an oh so common moment of stupidity, Regigigas tore off Ho-oh’s head and used the beak as tweezers to remove Heatran from its back; the giant phoenix’s now headless body ran around in circles, blood pumped from its neck and coated the surrounding area with a layer of blood before the headless bird dropped dead in an undignified pile.
Regigigas let out one final roar of pain before falling dead itself; a giant, black, smoking hole had burned almost all the way through its body.
That must feel painful.
I love the way you get the legendaries killed! It just makes you want to laugh so hard. Great job.
-David
Heatran’s eyes grew wide just before the life was crushed out of him, then he was embedded in Regigigas’s back, now nothing more than a lifeless pile of molten metal.
The Legendary stood, beeping in distress, and this only intensified when it tried to grab the dead Pokémon out of its back, receiving a burn on its hand for the trouble. It looked around in desperation, needing something, anything, that would remove the corpse from its back; then it saw Ho-oh’s beak.
Extreme pain can drive all sense from the brain, all rational thinking ceases to exist, the only thing that matters is to escape the pain. So, in an oh so common moment of stupidity, Regigigas tore off Ho-oh’s head and used the beak as tweezers to remove Heatran from its back; the giant phoenix’s now headless body ran around in circles, blood pumped from its neck and coated the surrounding area with a layer of blood before the headless bird dropped dead in an undignified pile.
Regigigas let out one final roar of pain before falling dead itself; a giant, black, smoking hole had burned almost all the way through its body.
That must feel painful.
I love the way you get the legendaries killed! It just makes you want to laugh so hard. Great job.
-David