The Power Within [Pokemon Fic (R for safety)]

[Loupeitak]

oooooooooo. WIth your comments i can see this fic is almost ending.

Yeah, more Ray-Ray :p

I hope to see what the **** scared trip.

[Powarun]

Wow, the rivarly between Peter and Trip increased. But I liked MIcky's attitude about it, everyone must lose sometime or another. Not much but that pretty good battle between the two. I and know how music after hearing it for a while can create an insperation, but after a while it doesn't and at times you ask why did you even put that in.

[Whisper in the Wind]

I put it in really cos It's just become tradition lol. Seems a lil *and probably would look* weird to just suddenly stop doing it. *I'll know to keep that in my mind if I can be bothered to do another fic*

[Whisper in the Wind]

To Powerun: I put it in really cos It's just become tradition lol. Seems a lil *and probably would look* weird to just suddenly stop doing it. *I'll know to keep that in my mind if I can be bothered to do another fic*

To Everyone else: Writers block has hit my right between the eyes so the next chapter may take a while

[Whisper in the Wind]

Well, I've finally bothered to do it. I re-wrote the biggest dissapointment ever. Chapter 14 is re-done *and is editted if yo ulook back where it once was. Stil lstrugglign with Chapter 31 though

Chapter 14: Electric Battle

‘You've taken everything and oh I can not give anymore’ - Here to Stay, KoRn

The red glows finally formed. Scy nearest to Micky, his metallic upper body attracting the electricity towards him. Opposite him, a metal ball with two magnets on either side made her shape, levitating above the ground. Micky had already encounter this Pokemon before, she was a Magnemite, just as large as the last Micky had seen. Her one eye glared at Scy as her magnets started to spark, charging electricity. “Scy! Slash” Micky ordered. Scy shot forward, right blade pushed to his left side, left blade at his front, standing straight up in, in perfect line with his nose, a line between his eyes. As he passed the floating ball he shot his right arm forward while sending his left back, a double cut as the force of the two blades connecting sent Magnemite spinning away to his left while a calm Scy landing on one knee in a meditating position. Both scythe’s formed a cross and on instinct he performed his sword dance, an X at his front, then sending both in a diagonal downwards position, an upwards stand, upwards diagonals and finally back in a cross at where the scythe’s passed just in front of his groin. He hissed his name sickly and turned around with a confident glint in his eye. Somehow, the unique routine had boosted his chi and inner-confidence. He was ready for anything.

Magnemite remain floating as she twisted her magnets in some form of a dance. “Ha Ha” Watson laughed loudly, impressed by the dance of Scyther. He applauded slowly, mocking Micky, Scy not liking it one bit and feeling rage building up inside him. “I heard about you from Flannery. She was impressed and shocked, but rookie tactics will not work on someone as experienced as I. Slashing metal does nothing and you’re gonna have to try harder than that” Watson said loudly, stalling the fight. “Charge!” Watson ordered. The battle was back on and both smirked, though Purity had a worried look on her face, not feeling the confidence Micky had, though when he looked back at her she had to show faith in him and gave him a confident nod.

Micky turned his head back to the battlefield to see Magnemite spinning her magnets all around her metal ball like moons orbiting a planet but much faster. “Spiral Kick!” Micky ordered. This is something Scy had yet to test out in battle. The two of them had been practising it back at Chimney Village. Scy ran forward, wings not moving as he leapt into the air about a metre in front of Magnemite and began to turn, spinning his back to hr as he levelled his body sideways. In mid air he’d turned entirely and was now ready to attack, a metre in the air with his right foot level with her head and his body horizontal to the ground.

In a moment of realisation, with reflexes kicking in quickly he shouted “Tackle”, Magnemite reacting quickly. As Scy was in mid air Magnemite ducked and dipped under the body of Scy as the giant mantis missed the kick but use his athletics to turn in mid air, landing on his feet dropping a few steps backwards as he landed, facing Magnemite. Before Scy could gain full balance Magnemite crossed her magnets in front of her face as she threw herself forward into the chest of Scy. Scy attempted to cross his scythe’s in front of himself but failed to do it in time. The tackle took in down perfectly, landing on the upper of his back and the back of his neck. The metal was unforgiving and his back felt it, sharp pain stung his back as the cold floor chilled his skin. His body bounced once as his arms flopped down and his eyes sharpened with the pupils being a door to his agonising pain.

“Scy!” Micky cried out. He knew something was wrong, that landing just too bad for anything to be ok.

“Ha Ha” Watson shouted again with a huge smile on his face. “The mighty Scyther falls” he chuckled, by far the most cocky of gym leaders out there. These words stung Scy’s ears like a screech in the ears of a young child. He twitched, his neck shooting his head to his left as both his scythe’s twitched and flicked up before collapsing again, almost like he was having back spasms.

“Scy!” Micky cried out, half a mind to withdraw him. “Come on dude!” Micky begged, not wanting to go down in such a humiliating way.

“Ha Ha. Here’s a lesson you will never forget, both of you!” he said with a cocky smirk. “Centre your charged energy Magnemite. Bring it within and release the most devastating Thunderbolt you have ever used” he ordered sickly.

Scy heard this and it was now and never time. The pain making him stronger and Watson’s words making fuelling his desire, he drew in all his strength as Magnemite hovered above him. The charged glow of yellow that surrounded her centred at the screw that was at the upper of her ball shape. A ball of sparks formed, almost like it were balancing on the screw as all her electrical power charged. Her eye blinked once and it was now or never. The moment her eye opened the bolt would be released. Sucking up all the pain and agony Scy nipped up to a vertical standing, knocking Magnemite to send her eye upwards as she released her Thunderbolt into the ceiling, hitting three of the lights as a charge of at least three seconds of electricity cut apart the lighting on the left side of the arena. A huge smile grew on Micky’s face as Magnemite was sent spinning back by a knock from Scy’s powerful left blade.

“Alright Scy!” Micky shouted, fists clenched ready to raise in victory and face smirking with a focused look of determination. “Rapid Spin!” Micky ordered. Using his wings to pick himself into the air, Scy twirled rapidly as the techniques name implied, continually spinning like a bey blade as both scythes stuck out. Magnemite couldn’t do anything as the fast spinning Scy sent himself into Magnemite’s direction, his scythe cutting so quickly that it dug right into Magnemite’s metal ball body and dug in at least half the way through, just below the giant eye. Scy stopped spinning after a second when he felt Magnemite on his scythe, the stopping revealing the Magnemite stuck on Scy’s left scythe.

“Shock Wave!” Watson ordered.

“Shoulder tackle!” Micky ordered. Magnemite’s weak body attempted to generate electricity from her weak magnets as Scy pushed her off of his left scythe with the right, following it up with a shoulder tackle with his left shoulder as he used a swift agility to launch himself. Whatever power Magnemite had charged was lost in the tackle as she fell back again, barely able to levitate any higher than a foot above the ground. “Now hit with one hell of a powerful stomp” Micky ordered with a sinister smirk on his face. Scy was very happy to do this and with a sadistic smile he pulled his right foot up as the Magnemite shut her eyes tight, wishing she hadn’t been created. Scy’s right foot stomped right down in a flash, so powerful that the metal below his foot shattered and thee metal ball was sent down into the ground along with his foot. He ended up on his left knee, his leg all the way in the hole, the length of his leg at least two feet which proposed the question, ‘How deep down is this Magnemite?’

Watson was no rookie and he knew his Magnemite was completely out of it. Watson ran onto the battlefield after receiving a nod from the referee and placed his Pokeball just above the hole and withdrew his fallen. He ran back to his normal stand quickly, grunting curse words as he picked out his second Pokeball. Throwing his ball directly down and letting it skim he released his Pokemon, the ball shooting back to him via magnets after a few seconds. His second choice was an Electrode. A giant ball of about four feet in diameter. He was a giant Pokeball in appearance. The upper half of him white, the lower half red. He had a clear face on him. Two dots for eyes with narrowed eyebrows above them that frowned sadistically. A huge white teethed grin on the lower half of his body smirked his sadistic thoughts. “E-lect-trode” he said robotically.

“Scyther” Scy hissed in reply.

“Mega Kick!” Micky ordered.

“Rollout!” Watson ordered in unison. Electrode began to roll forward, being slow at the start but picking up speed as he got ever closer to Scy. Foot glowing, Scy lay in wait, his right leg kneeling behind him as his left kneels in front. Electrode rolled around Scy picking up speed until he had enough. He powered himself at around eighty miles and hour as he charged at Scy. Now was Scy’s moment and just before Electrode could do anything, Scy kicked, scooping with his toes underneath him and launching him like a football up into the air, Electrode crashing into the ceiling of the thirty foot high arena as another light was destroyed, this one on the centre of the ceiling. Hitting the ceiling was just the start of Electrode’s pain as he came back down to the ground with a few junks of the brick ceiling and a couple of lights following. He crashed and bounced like a basketball as the rest of the pieces came down on top of him, firstly the lights that smashed apart on his rounded body and then the bricks which smashed into the spherical body and inflicted huge amounts of pain as each bit collided.

Watson’s jaw was dropped as Micky ordered “Basement dropkick” to Scy. Micky’s giant mantis charged forward, one agility forcing him forward quickly as he dropped horizontal to the ground just an inch above it as he sent his two feet into the Ball’s face. The last minute agility gave him that needed boost to send the Ball flying back at full force, crashing into the barricade between the audience and the arena.

Scy nipped up again, making a kung-fu stance with his scythes as he waited for his next order. “Screech!” Watson ordered to Micky’s surprise as his mouth opened, ready to make an order. The crowd and Watson covered their ears but Micky and Scy were slow to think as a deafening Screech filled the arena. Micky’s mind felt like exploding as he collapsed to his knee’s with eyes clenched as Scy cried out, both trainer and Pokemon suffering greatly for at least ten seconds, though it wasn’t like the crowd, judges and gym leader were let off easily, no amount of ear covering could drown out the sound of Electrode’s screech as the giant ball rolled to what would most likely be classified as a standing position, despite the creature’s lacking of legs, but in basics his face was looking towards Scy.

Micky opened his eyes, laying on the floor in agony with a ringing remaining in his ears. He rolled to his side to Scy in a similar position, writhing in pain, on the floor. For some reason he was affected much worse than Micky, maybe his ears were extra sensitive or maybe he was just playing possum. Either way, Micky began a barrage of orders. “Scy! Get up” Micky barked loudly in Scy’s direction. “He’s gonna attack. Nip up! Do something” Micky shouted desperately, seeing Electrode rolling around trying to pick up speed.

“Ha Ha!” Watson laughed, smelling victory. “Rollout!” he ordered.

The moment Scy heard this he knew it was now or never again. He shot up from the ground but he was too late. The red and white sphere shot at his chest sending him back down to the ground. He nipped up again but Electrode knocked him back down. “Scy, Super Kick!” Micky ordered. He nipped up again, but this time more prepared, leapfrogging over Electrode as he made Another pass in an attempt to knock down Scy. The shock of missing Scy made the ball stop and make a leap in the air attempting to knock Scy down from the head. All he was met with was a stiff side kick from Scy, the giant reptilian foot hitting Electrode square in the teeth, sending the ball twirling back to the ground. “Wing Attack!” Micky ordered.

“Volt Tackle!” Scyther twirled up in the air before diving downwards towards Electrode as the ball charged a jolt of electricity and tackled the Scyther in the stomach. It was barely anything but Scy had been fighting so long and the effects of Magnemite were catching up to him and he collapsed as all the pain shot through him again, however, Electrode was in just as bad a state, barely able to role himself for what would be considered “Standing” to him. A battered and bruised Scy rolled to his side and pulled himself to one knee before fully standing but Electrode put him back down again with a small jolt of electricity. The battle had been cruel to both of them and Micky had to think of something smart, and he had to think of it fast.

“Scy!”

“Charge and then Thunder” Watson ordered with aggression, interrupting Micky. Electrode formed a ball of yellow light around his body as he charged energy.

Micky added up the odds of Scy moving in time and he realised Scy wasn’t going anywhere, he could see it in his eyes. There was no fire in them, no will to win, no desire, his spirit was broken by wounded bones and as Electrode looked ready to fire Micky sighed and withdrew Scy to his Pokeball dropping his head in disappointment, mostly disappointed with himself and not Scy.

Micky grabbed another ball from his belt and tapped himself on the forehead, the cool metal sphere helping clam his frustrated mind, his skin red with rage. He threw his ball stylishly and unleashed Strider, his Pokeball zooming back to him due to magnets set around the arena. Micky didn’t want breathing time for Electrode and ordered “Ember” immediately. The fire pony shot some balls of fire but Electrode rolled out of the way immediately and was left untouched.

“Swift!” Watson ordered. The oversized ball dipped himself back slightly as he formed three stars at his left, right and top, sending them in stereo at Strider. She galloped out of the way but Swift was known and used for it’s homing ability. The stars made a U-turn as they missed and charged at Strider, hitting her from behind the second time, knocking her off balance as she skidded to the ground.

“Headbutt!” Micky ordered. Rolling back to a vertical standing, Striding charged in Electrode’s direction.

She was too fresh and Electrode was too battered for this to be a fair contest. In an act of desperation Watson made his order. “Explosion!” he cried out. Even Electrode didn’t want to do this but the moment his trainer ordered an Explosion his mind would switch itself off and he would glow white. As Strider leapt in the air to ram her head into the ball he exploded like a bomb. The entire arena filled with smoke as Micky shouted out to his fire horse, fearing for her life.

“Strider!” Micky shouted. “Come on!” Micky ordered with desperation. “Say something, do something, come on” Micky said, getting more desperate with each call. The arena was covered in black smoke until someone turned on the fans and the smoke was sucked into a vent, revealing a hugely scarred battlefield. Electrode lay inside a wide crater that looked like something you’d find on the moon. Somewhere near the crater’s edge lay Strider, severely injured barely moments into the battle.

Both Micky and Watson knew their Pokemon weren’t going to move again and withdrew them in unison. Watson gave Micky a nod when he saw Micky clenching a Pokeball in his hand and in unison they threw their Pokeballs, a fair way to do things. Out of Micky’s came his favoured bug ‘Kotaro’ while out of Watson’s came a sight that gained Chu-Toy’s attention. A female Pikachu, looking the exact same to Karen’s in everyway, except Micky didn’t have a grudge against this one.

He could hear Karen’s Pikachu cheer for his fellow specie from the crowd. Kotaro wasn’t so friendly to the rodent. He wasted no time in waiting for orders and leapt from the ground at the Pikachu. He jammed his two claws towards the Pikachu’s neck but was no match for the little rodents speed. He got kicked back, sent rolling along the ground back to his feet as the rodent rose to her feet, sparks charging from her cheeks.

“Pikachu! Thunderbolt” Watson ordered. Pikachu went ahead and fired a huge bolt of electricity at her opponent. Kotaro leaped out of the way, letting the electricity mark the steel in a brown black colour. Pikachu sent a second bolt of electricity but was yet again unable to hit.

“Kotaro, Shadow Ball!” Kotaro’s eyes glowed a sick white, Micky enjoying how this move worked watched as the sparking dark ball formed. Pikachu wasn’t going to hang around and let herself be harmed and let out an electric shock on the bug, distracting his attention from his shadow ball, leading to its destruction.

“Pikachu! Quick Attack!” The tiny rodent charged head first towards Kotaro. The bug wasn’t going to be hit that easily though. He dived out of the way, slashing the Pikachu’s stomach as he narrowly avoided contact. Pikachu rolled on the floor, grabbing her stomach where she was caught by the slash. Leaking blood onto the cold steel.

“Pika-Pi” she cried in a moan. “Chuuuuu, Chuuuu” she continued to cry. Karen’s Pikachu leapt from his trainers lap and jumped over the guard railings and in front of Kotaro, stopping him from reaching the fallen Pikachu.

“Chu-Toy, what you doing?” Micky shouted at Karen’s Pikachu.

“Pika-Pika” he spat back at Micky, glaring his eyes at Kotaro. Karen started to make her way to the guard rails but was stopped by a security guard. She started to call out to her Pikachu but he showed no sign of changing his mind. He felt it was his duty to protect another of his kind, especially from someone like Micky.

“Look Chu-Toy, either you get your ass out of there or I’m gonna get your ass out of there personally” Micky threatened. Watson’s Pikachu rose to her feet as Micky spoke. She walked up to Karen’s Pikachu and began conversing with him, in their language, although Karen’s Pikachu still refused to take his eyes off of Kotaro.

‘What they saying?’ Micky thought to himself, also thinking ‘Latianne, read my thoughts’ as loudly as he could to drag her attention from the Pikachus.

‘The female was saying ‘His threats may be as empty as his skull but I still think you should leave, you’re gonna get me disqualified’ and the male is arguing pretty basically.’

‘That Chu-Toy said I got an empty skull?’

‘Yep’ Latianne giggled. Micky just shook his head in anger.

“Ok, enough of this crap!” Micky shouted, drawing both the Pikachus attention’s away from each other and onto him. “Kotaro, slash them both” Micky ordered. Kotaro didn’t take a moment to think about this. He didn’t know Karen’s Pikachu well at all and he was pissed off with him anyway, considering he had interrupted what was likely to be a quick victory. Firstly he leaped onto Karen’s Pikachu, cutting at his back and then his chest. He wasn’t fast enough to catch Watson’s Pikachu however and missed the cut by an inch or so. Watson’s Pikachu didn’t take to kindly to this sneak attack and whipped him with her tail. Her attack was only enough to slightly injure his face and send him back a few steps. Kotaro hissed at her but was caught off guard by Karen’s Pikachu who kicked him to the side.

“Pikachu, get out of there!” Karen pleaded loudly. Pikachu ignored her completely and continued to move on the attack.

A loud siren started to sound as the announcer spoke into the microphone. “Due to outside interference, Watson has been disqualified.” The crowd were not too pleased with that decision, and started to boo. Even Micky wasn’t pleased with the decision, though he wasn’t going to argue considering a win is a win. It just seemed like a tainted win morally. Watson was also not going to contest the decision, he knew not to argue with officials, although he was planning to have a stern word with his security. Karen’s Pikachu and Kotaro were still attacking each other. Pikachu didn’t bother with any precision strikes with electric attacks, being a contest Pokemon most of the time didn’t allow him to perfect the art of damaging attacks.

Micky didn’t want to but he had to. Despite his want to see Chu-Toy destroyed by Kotaro, it wouldn’t make him look to good in front of Purity to allow it. He brought back Kotaro to his Pokeball and gave the middle finger to Pikachu. Pikachu didn’t take kindly to this and ran towards Micky. He leaped up towards him to bite him but Micky just dodged it and kicked him back. He was tempted to continue to attack him but Latianne got in between the two. With just a stare at either one of them she made them back off.

Pikachu eventually ran back to Karen and Micky saw his friends leaving and took it upon himself to walk over to Watson to collect his badge. Watson had no problem with handing Micky his new badge, however he didn’t show any sign of pleasure in handing it over, no sign of seeing Micky as the better trainer, just an admittance to his bad security around the battlefield. Micky walked off with his shiny new badge inside his jacket pocket, following after Purity and Angle who were on their way to leave the arena. Micky only received boo’s from the crowd but he just returned to them his middle finger.

Micky locked eyes with Pikachu at the first sight of him, very annoyed with him screwing with his match, completely ignorant of his usual staring contest rival Wobbuffet. Micky didn’t even say two words to any of his companions. He simply nodded his head at them to follow him as he made his way towards Rustboro along Route 117, as he and Purity had planned in Lavaridge.

‘I dunno even what to say. I’m an idiot a loser’ - Take a Look around, Limp Bizkit

Well, finally re-written from that absolutely appalling original. I figured it’d be interesting to build the hate relationship between Micky and Pikachu if he actually won Micky a match. Anyway, nothing special about this chapter, however thanks to Iveechan who’s interesting conversations enabled me to draw enough bother to re-write this, thumbs up to ya . Micky has good crowd control hehe

[Whisper in the Wind]

As Iveechan so nicely put it, a good similee for why I had writers block was "It's like Constipation, once you get the first bit out the rest drops out with it" the thing causing the block was probably because I was itching to write a nice big battle which I managed to do with re-writing chapter 14 which now has now managed to let me write this chapter, which isn't particularly good, but its ok and it's actually something.

Chapter 31: Journey Through Kanto

‘I'm Waking up I Can Not See. That There Is Not Much Left of Me. Nothing Is Real but Pain Now’ - Metallica, One

Ho-oh’s eyes flickered open as she felt herself being dragged. Her back ached as her once beautiful feathers scraped along the rough ground of the Baxton mud. She cried a gargle of chicken cries as she flipped onto her front with her right wing. The Machamp that was dragging her threw himself forward in shock, turning to see that she really was moving. For two days he had been dragging her. The only Pokemon capable of moving the creature. All the campers didn’t want to leave Ho-oh’s side, all fearful for her live. She hissed loudly at them all, memory of what happened to her gone. In her mind, she thought these people were the one’s who hurt her. Inside her mouth a ball of ‘Sacred Fire’ began to form inside her long golden beak.

“No don’t!” one of the girls shouted. “We haven’t harmed you” she cried out desperately, seeing that Ho-oh was ready to unleash a Flamethrower. She could hear it in this girls cries, she was telling the truth. But now, she had to figure, who did do it to her. She shot her flames into the air and looked at the girl again for an explanation.

“It was Rayquaza!” one of the boys shouted. Ho-oh glanced oddly at the boy, curious as to who ‘Rayquaza’ was. “Big ugly green snake thing that can fly” he continued, explaining who he was a little better.

The memories started shooting through Ho-oh’s mind. Now she remembered everything. Every blast of dragon breath, every Hyper Beam, all of it. She had to find him again. With a hard flap of her two wings she made her way into the air, flapping harder and harder. She got about a hundred feet into the air her right wing gave in, stiffening tightly from the pain as she began to fall, left wing flapping desperately hard as she landed hard on her right with a huge thud. Dust picked up around her forcing the campers to shield their eyes as the Machamp leapt away. Now knowing Ho-oh would be ok, or at least able to survive, one of the campers volunteered to leave and he set off towards Apple Vine City.

****

“You bastard!” Purity shouted at Trip.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Trip shouted back, running down the hallway as fast as he could.

He sped up the stairs, heaving as he made it to Peter and Micky a the bar. “Guy! Guys!” he shouted.

“Dude, you don’t look to good” Micky said sarcastically, picking up his orange juice. “Here, drink something” he continued, handing him the drink.

“No no, you don’t get it” Trip was trying to say, suffocating under his lack of oxygen.

“Get what dude?” Peter asked.

“I…” he started, heaving again.

“Yes…” Micky interrupted, trying to get him to continue.

“I just saw Purity…” he heaved again.

“Dot Dot Dot…” Micky said sarcastically.

“She was all wet and…” he said struggling to say it, feeling so ashamed.

“And…” Peter interrupted.

“She was getting dressed” Trip finally finished.

“Lucky git!” Micky laughed sarcastically.

“Ok, now give us a detailed description” Peter said sarcastically, getting a confused look from Micky.

It was only a matter of time before Purity had found them, half dressed in a short sleeved low cut shirt and navy blue skirt, completely un-coordinated. “You bastard!” she shouted at trip, clubbing him in the head with the palm of her hand.

“I didn’t mean to. I feel like such a ****” he said, suddenly realising what he said and quickly snapping “I mean Ass.” he stopped again and quickly snapped “I mean a boob…I mean” his mind was on the verge of exploding and he quickly screamed and ran off.

She looked in his direction in disgust as he ran off. “Fine fine. Let’s hear it then” she said to Micky and Peter.

“Hear what?” Micky asked.

“Give me some credit. Don’t act like he didn’t just come running hear to tell you about what I look like without clothes.”

“Excuse me. But give us some credit. You think we’re some kind of breed of cave men that sit around grunting about the female form?” Micky said. “He came over, said he saw you and ****ed off. We don’t just sit here talking about breasts” Micky said on behalf of Peter and him.

“Ok, Ok!” she said. “I doubt any of that is true but if it is, I’m sorry if I misjudged you” she said, really not meaning her sorry. She slowly walked away, shooting her head back at them just to check if they started talking about her again. Micky simply waved bye sarcastically when she turned.

When she was out of sight Peter looked at Micky oddly and asked “We do talk about women that way, right?”

“Yep dude” Micky said, clinking his glass with Peter’s.

“Good, ‘cause I was picturing her naked the whole time” Peter stated, the two of them drinking to that, really proving that they were both total jackasses.

Purity was on her way back to her room when Trip bumped into her again. He was determined to make things right, he had a speech all prepared and everything, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he couldn’t get the image of Purity naked out of his head. “What?” she asked, frustrated by the fact that he was right in her face.

“Um…I..” he tried to think of what he was going to say.

“Ok, I know it wasn’t your fault, you were after Micky, we switched rooms last night and shit happens. Just forget about it, don’t mention it again. Your forgiven” she stated, wondering passed him going back to her room.

“Wait!” Trip said, mustering the courage to speak coherently. “I really, really didn’t mean to walk in on you. And I promise not to tell anyone about what it saw” he said in a desperate attempt to win favour.

“Thanks” she said, half a smile as she did, pushing her way into Micky’s current room to get more of her clothes.

****

Two days had passed and Trip still couldn’t say two words to Purity. Micky had effectively became their messenger should it be necessary for them to speak. In the distance Vermillion of Kanto was visible, and Micky was just praying that this would make Trip forget, since Purity was clearly over it. Typically though, Peter was on Trip for details which really couldn’t have helped Trip forget.

Two more hours of the sea air blowing passed the S.S Anne they finally docked in the Vermillion Port. It was much better than any brochure could describe. Clean pebbled beaches lay on the west side of the giant seaside resort. To the south was where the S.S Anne had docked, the giant ports, full of liners, catamarans and yachts. All over the south and west coastline of Vermillion were Pokemon, ranging from the jellyfish Tentacools to the ball whale Wailmers and the glum faced Magikarp. A wide array of Pokemon to catch. On the beach line itself, baby Krabbys wondered around rock pools. Shellfish Pokemon lay still in the rock pools, Corsolas resting, Shellder taunting other Pokemon by sticking their tongues out at them. Golden-brown Staryus skimmed along the water, their beautiful red gem centres drawing attention to themselves. It was all too tempting to enter the beach area but by Vermillion law it was illegal to, and the law was upheld strictly, guards surrounding it at every turn. Pokemon here were young, ranging from newborn to six months old. By that age they’d usually escape off into the vast ocean like the Staryus were doing. Those that didn’t were usually caught by wildlife officials and given out to trainers when they reached the appropriate age to have a starter Pokemon. It was a nice simple system and it worked.

Word was given to people as they left that they could return to the S.S Anne should they choose, but if they did not return to the boat in five days it would leave without them. Five days was enough time to visit Zuidra and drop of the brown box-shaped computer to the ‘Kid’s Grid.’

All of them got back to their quarters, dressing appropriately. Micky tied his hair back in a pony tail and put on a white fish-net shirt and adding a little variety to his usual clothing, wearing white swimming trunks, cutting at the knees, wrapping a black jacket around his waist that dropped to the same level as his trunks, almost like a kilt at the back of his body.

Stepping out of his quarters he found his friends all waiting, much faster at getting dressed than he was. It definitely wasn’t a trouser day, only Kerri in trousers, the rest of the group in shorts or skirts. It took about ten minutes of walking to reach the bustling city centre of Vermillion. Nothing much was said aside from “Whoa” and “Look at that.” Seabirds known as Wingull circled the Vermillion port while the sea air filled the Vermillion streets as they passed by a mass of seafood restaurants. The people of Vermillion had some secret to their seafood, even with access only to manufactured clones of fish, it was just a shame Micky had no taste for seafood, but as luck would have it, his group did and against Micky’s will he was dragged in with them.

The ‘Shooting Starfish’ restaurant was eventually chosen. It wasn’t particularly crowded, ten or so tables filling the room of which only two or three were in use. It looked like a family business, all the waiters looked like they were brothers and someone who looked like their father was bringing food to the counter. After ordering food Karen decided it was time to bring up a matter that had been on her mind since hearing the group was coming to Kanto. “Guys” she started. “I wanna stay here” she said.

“Huh?” Purity said confused, Karen not making herself clear.

“I wanna stay here in Kanto” she repeated in more detail.

“Um…” Micky was unable to think of anything to say.

“Why?” Purity shouted, feeling like she was about to lose a sister. It was more personal for Micky and Purity than the rest of the group since they hadn’t known her as long as Purity and Micky had.

“Kanto has a contest league” she stated. “And there’s nothing but the odd contest in Hoenn.”

It was a long dreary explanation, going back and worth wit similar things like “But what about us?” and “I’m sorry” with Peter, Trip and Kerri really standing by, all with different opinions on the situation, but there was no changing her mind. Peter was glad she was going, seeing her as an obstacle that was slowing Micky down, Trip on the other hand was going to miss her feeling that they had some kind of bond in being sideline members, Karen not being in the generic battling loop and Trip really only there to give advice to Micky. They now only had five days left with her, well less than that in Micky’s case. He had to set off for Ornerier Mountain on that night while Purity would deliver the ‘Kid’s Grid’ package. It was a depressing thought, thinking about losing her, Micky unable to forget how he found her, the annoying Pikachu dragging him through hell to find her, and her very effective punch, still, it would nice to be rid of Raichu, although lately he’d spent so much time in his Pokeball he’d stopped being an annoyance.

****

“Well Karen” Micky started. “If I don’t see ya in Saffron I guess it’s goodbye now” Micky said, trying to make half a smile.

“Don’t worry, once I’m some fabulous contest trainer and all rich and famous I’ll drop by and pay ya back for that thunderstone” she smirked.

“Yeah, you better” Micky smiled. She had Raichu out of his Pokeball and even he wanted to say goodbye. They’d had their ups and downs but Raichu had found Micky to be a big part of his life recently. He waddled over to Micky and hugged him around his waist, Micky in total disbelief of what he was doing got to one knee and gave Raichu a proper hug like he was some kind of little human. “And next time I see you, you better be covered in contest ribbons” Micky smiled. Raichu nodded at him before realising he had to back away as Micky got up.

“Anyway dude” Peter started. “We’ll meet up with ya in Saffron, I’m sure you can get up Ornerier Mountain and back to Saffron within four days.”

“Whoa Whoa, hold on a sec Pete” Micky started, suddenly realising what was going on. “Yo want me to go up that mountain on my own?”

“Isn’t that what you were gonna do in the first place?” Trip asked, Micky all of a sudden realising the group all thought that.

Micky nodded his chin up a moment before looking back down from the sky and saying “Dudes and Dudess’. Let me ask you something. I’ve been hiking through two mountains in my life time, you all know that right?”

Everyone nodded and said “yes” or “yeah” except the mute Kerri.

“Let me ask you all something” Micky started, a sinister hint of a sarcasm in his voice. “WHAT IS MY ****ING SUCCESS RATE WITH CLIMBING UP ****ING MOUNTAINS AND NOT GETTING MY ASS DAMN NEAR KILLED?” he shouted at them, totally pissed off that his friends had totally forgotten what had a tendency to happen in mountains. “And you guys want me to go up there on my own?” he said, slightly calmer.

“He has got a point” Purity said. “Enjoy yourselves guys she said, pushing Trip and Peter forward in Micky’s direction.

“Hey wait a moment…” Peter started as he turned his back to Micky to argue with Purity.

He got cut off by Micky as he said “You’re trying to get yourself out of this and yet you refer to yourself as my best friend?” in Micky’s mind he was giving himself a hi-five saying ‘The emotional blackmail card, nice play dude, lets see Peter top that.’

“It’s not that I’m not your…” Peter trailed off, knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument. He growled in disapproval as Micky laughed, a smile on Purity and the rest of the girls faces finding it rather entertaining. Micky turned to Trip but he had nothing to say. He actually preferred this route to Saffron. Firstly, there’d probably be plenty of Pokemon to catch on the way, it’d be great exercise for him and most importantly, it’d be a break from Purity, who was on his mind ever since seeing her, and it was troubling him a lot.

****

There it was, the group was entirely split, boys going on the mountain path, girls taking in the sights of Vermillion and soon Saffron. Micky an the guys were already on their way, now in the forest paths outside Vermillion City. Trip knew where he was going, he’d completed the Kanto badge collection and knew the region like the back of his hand, or at least that’s what he said, both Micky and Peter having the same trail of thought, “You only seem to know the palm of your hand” being their sniggered remark. Still, they’d yet to see something again in the two hours they’d been travelling, so that was a sign that he wasn’t walking them in circles. It was pitch black aside from the light Rapidash gave off, an orange fire glow shining through the forest like the stars in the sky, bright and beautiful. Eventually, it was Peter who decided it was time to stop hiking, the night was as black as it could get and despite Rapidash’s glow, it was dangerous to walk forest paths in darkness, as the saying went “There are scarier things than creepy crawlies that wonder the forests when cover of darkness protects them from sight”, though it sounded a bit redundant when you considered the fact that they’d be sleeping out there.

****

Micky felt a cold breeze start to stir as his eyes began to flutter open. The sun was beating down hard on the treetops of the Kanto forest. Trip was working on what Micky guessed was breakfast, something along the lines of bacon and egg while Peter was trying to get at good signal on the radio, sitting at the treetops waving hit about in his hand in search for something. Micky pulled himself up off of the sheet he’d laid down on top of the grassy floor, just a thin layer to keep the dirt off of his body which was only curved in his boxer shorts. He rubbed his neck, feeling a bit sore since he’d grown accustomed to pillows. “How the **** can you guys wake up so early?” Micky groaned, still rather tired and barely able to suppress his yawns.

“Just routine is all” Trip said, poking the bacon that he was cooking.

“That and we’re plain better than you” Peter smirked from up at the tree top.

Micky didn’t reply, he was too tired to think of a witty remark, instead, without even looking at Peter he pushed his middle finger into the air, facing Peter’s direction.

“Oo, impressive” Peter said sarcastically.

Again, Micky didn’t reply, he just danced his middle finger side to side.

Peter just let out a small laugh. “We’ve just received breaking news” the radio said. The shock of the radio speaking was enough to make Peter lose grip of the radio. Micky and Trip both turned and looked on as Peter dropped it, seeing his mistake a millisecond to late as he struggled to grab it again, batting with his hand in a feeble attempt to clasp it.

With a huge crash the black hand radio hit the ground and shattered to pieces. “Way to go ****-tard” Trip shouted at Peter.

“Shit!” Peter spat, completely ignoring Trip’s comment.

“B-Breaking news?” Micky muttered as he thought. “We haven’t heard anything about Rayquaza in…” Micky started but stopped, too scared to say what he was thinking out loud.

Peter turned to look at Micky’s entranced expression from the tree tops. He knew what he was thinking and he couldn’t help think it himself. The wind started to pick up some more, it was turning from a light breeze to a hurricane. Tree tops started to brush to the north, Trip’s frying pan went flying into the air, alongside Micky’s blanket and all the camping gear. Micky had to dive to grab hold of his bag as he gripped at his precious Pokeball belt. Trip and Peter had much the same idea but the wind was getting worse and worse.

Micky rolled himself to a tree and used it as a wall to prevent himself from getting blown away. He looked up, mouth slightly open, hugging his bag tightly as he looked up. Riding through the sky in his direction was Rayquaza, the giant green snake-like beast slithering through the air covering hundreds of metres in seconds, changing from a silhouette to a visible image. Getting closer and closer, each second feeling like hours as Micky thought in his head ‘Come on the you ugly bitch’ as he saw the thing that had ruined any chance of him having a real family for the first time. His teeth grinded as his fist clenched, the high winds distracting Trip and Peter from seeing what Micky’s intentions were.

‘It's the nexus of the crisis, And the origin of storms. Just the place to hopelessly Encounter time’ - Astronomy, Blue Oyster Cult

Well, one of the most difficult chapters I’ve ever written *due to writers block*. 1stly, special thanks to MistySakura who’s random fic conversation helped me write this. I only just realised that despite Rayquaza’s seemingly endless fic time, Micky has never actually seen him for himself, and now seems like a fine time to bring them face to face. I decided to get rid of Karen because I came to the realisation that she’s really had no proper part to play *and I’m no good at writing contest battles* but she’ll be back in the later stages. The title sucks, i know, but it was just so hard to come up with a title for this.

[Powarun]

Wow, Rayquaza makes another cameo, this time in Kanto and right where Micky is. Pete and Trip probally wondering now why did they come with Micky again. Hope you writer's block wears off, because these chapters are getting better and better.

[Trip]

*gasp* You didn't tell me you had put up the new chapter! What's really sad is that the real Trip can't even remember what you told me I saw.

- Trip

[Whisper in the Wind]

Well, still struglling with chapter 32 *of all the ways I thought thsi fic would end I didn't think it'd be Writers Block* I'm about halfway through the chapter but it feels pretty sucky

[Whisper in the Wind]

h: It's here, the 32nd chap, run and hide. Anyway, yeah, still got block and even though this had taken me a while it's still pretty crap. Still aint over my block but meh.

And btw, talk about a shit title, it's already not looking promising

Chapter 32: Revenge

‘Mass destruction is my function - time to put it to the test’ - Battle Ready, OTEP

The high winds could be felt all over Kanto. Purity, Kerri and Karen could feel it on the beaches of Vermillion, the ocean picking up and brushing away from the sheer force of it. Everyone knew something was wrong, everyone’s attention drawn to the source of it. The whole city felt the chill inside them when they saw the snake like figure heading towards Kanto and everyone’s worst fears had come to life. He’d beaten Ho-oh…

****

“Strider, go!” Micky shouted as he saw Rayquaza pass over him. Wind still remained, brushing Micky’s long hair back as his Pokeball exploded open. The moment Strider formed even she felt the need to struggle, but Micky had no time for that. Slinging his bag over his left shoulder and tying his belt to his right he leapt onto his fire-horse. “After him!” Micky ordered. Strider looked in the direction Rayquaza and thought to herself ‘Ya gotta be kidding me, right?’ but she could sense it in his voice. He wasn’t. Bad blood had boiled between Rayquaza and Micky, and although she didn’t know why, she knew she owed it to her trainer to help. She put aside her fears and galloped as fast she could into the deep woods, Micky’s hands wrapped firmly around her neck.

She must’ve been running seventy miles an hour at least, not even having a second to avoid anything she saw in her way. She had her senses fine-tuned but it was getting ridiculous now. She’d been chasing Rayquaza for at least a minute and he was still gaining distance from her. She was covered in cuts and scratches from twigs she had to make her way passed. She was tired, she was scared and she was in pain but still she charged on, as hopeless as it seemed. Micky tried to mutter something but fear and dried his mouth. Most of his mind was begging him to come to his senses and turn back, but that part of him, that piece of pride deep inside his heart shouted louder than any voice in his head. He patted Strider on the side of her cheek as a ‘Keep up the good work’ as he looked up, suddenly realising the treetops were blocking him from seeing Rayquaza, if he was there to be seen.

He looked to his right and remembered there was a mountain up there and thinking quick he shouted into Strider’s ear “Turn right.” It took a lot of agility and quick reactions to avoid the endless ocean of tree’s and the roots that supported them, but she done it. Now she was tired, scared, in pain and travelling uphill, but in Micky’s eyes it was paying off. She‘d pulled them up to a nice chunk of flat land that sat part the way up the mountain, to it‘s east a cliff-face and to it‘s west another cliff-face, the western cliff-face leading to a twenty foot drop into the treetops of the forest Strider had just dragged them out of. Micky could see Rayquaza in the distance, but he knew Strider couldn’t do anything more to help him catch up to Rayquaza. There was only one thing left to do.

Withdrawing Strider to her Pokeball Micky shouted “Rayquaza you ugly son of a bitch!” as loudly as he could. There was no reaction. Maybe he was too far away to hear, or maybe he just didn’t care what Micky had to say. “Come on!” Micky shouted again. “Why don’t you try and finish the rest of the family off?!”

Rayquaza continued on his course much to Micky’s dismay. Micky didn’t want to but it was his last option. Only one Pokemon could get him close to Rayquaza. He swallowed his pride and reached for the black and purple ball on his shoulder. He tapped the centre button and let him out. Poltergeist was definitely happy to be out, a sick grin on his face with his tongue out, shouting “Gengar” in his creepy voice.

“Oi!” Micky said, clicking his fingers to get Poltergeist’s attention, using his another arm to rest on his knee, trying to stay standing up. “Get me to that!” Micky ordered, pointing his finger in Rayquaza’s direction.

Poltergeist shook his head with closed eyes.

“Necromancer entrusted me with you. That means you are my Pokemon. You will do as I say!” Micky shouted aggressively.

Gengar opened his eyes and gave Micky an evil look. It wasn’t the wisest move to start a fight with a W.P.F Champion, but Micky didn’t give a damn. Rage was rushing through his veins and revenge was all he could think of.

‘Turn back Rayquaza!’ a voice said in Rayquaza’s head. Who else could it be? He didn’t even need time to think about this. Who else but his master would be speaking to him in his head. ‘You have unfinished business. The stupid one wants a fight, I suggest we do as he requested and finish off the rest of the family.’ These orders were not something Rayquaza wanted to argue with, in fact, he was very pleased with them. A little appetiser before he took on the next beast on his list.

The giant green dragon done a U-turn in mid air and turned to face Micky. He was met with a surprise though. His eye’s were like sniper scopes and he could see Micky perfectly. He was no longer interested with getting into a fight with Rayquaza, he was focused on a Gengar. This was clearly an insult in Rayquaza’s mind and the giant beast curled his clawed hands into a fist ball, just trying to contain his anger. Taking Micky’s life wouldn’t be sufficient payment for the insult he had given. Rayquaza narrowed his eyes and picked his moment.

“Do as I mother-****ing say or I swear to god I’ll…” Micky got cut off by Poltergeist. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Rayquaza coming and he knew his job was to protect Micky. With one quick psychokinetic thought he threw Micky backwards, over the edge of the cliff-face. Micky went back first thinking this was a murder attempt, until he saw why Poltergeist had sent him back. Rayquaza shot headfirst where Micky once was and went right through the Gengar, the ghost able to avoid most physical attacks and objects. Rayquaza’s own momentum turned against him. His chin crashed into the hard rock as the snakes entire body hit the ground. As his belly hit the ground he’d found a way to put himself back into the air and using his arms he pushed himself upwards, in effect curving his entire body towards the air, much of his lower body bleeding where the skin had been scraped off.

Micky only got to be dazzled by this display for a few moments as he realised he was falling. About three feet above the treetops he finally stopped falling. Poltergeist quickly using his psychic power to levitate Micky. He’d given Rayquaza plenty of time though. The giant green dragon forced himself back into the air and turned to face the Gengar that stood in his way. He formed a spherical beam of light in his mouth and picked his target.

Poltergeist could sense this and he had no choice. It was only a ten foot drop from the treetops to the floor and he knew Micky could survive this. He let his focus go as Rayquaza’s beam of light fired. Mustering all the psychic energy he could he sent a beam of black with a purple smoke-like trim in it’s way. Both Pokemon stood at a stalemate. Poltergeist’s beam formed from both his hands was an even match from the beam of light Rayquaza created in his mouth.

Micky saw one moment of this display before falling below the treetops. In mid air he flipped himself so he’d land front first just in time to collide with the grass and soil. His broken hand smashed hard with the ground, shooting pain through Micky in such large amounts to the point that a huge flow of adrenaline followed seconds after. Micky had hurt his shins, ribs, hands and arms but he couldn’t feel it. Without thinking, Micky got to his knee and started running back towards the mountain, unaware of the physical damage he was causing himself. He had to be involved in this fight no matter what. His body limp from the adrenaline and tattered from the fall, Micky managed to drag his carcass close enough to see the two Pokemon. To his left was the W.P.F Champion, facing the biggest challenge of his life, but Micky knew if anyone could do it, Poltergeist was the one. Rayquaza on the other hand didn’t look worn out at all, while Poltergeist appeared drained of all his psychic power Rayquaza seemed to have plenty of power still stocked up.

‘Poltergeist…’ a sick voice said in his mind. It was a split second, but it was enough. The distraction had broke his psychic flow for a split second as Rayquaza’s beam of light passed through the shadow beam and directly into the ghost’s body. He’d fought well, but it was clear he was no match for Rayquaza. The Gengar was pulverised by the beam as it shocked his ghostly essence before crushing him to the ground in a huge explosion of sheer power. Rayquaza seemed satisfied with his performance. Poltergeist lay unmoving inside a crater of shattered rock and now it was clear he was no longer a threat.

Rayquaza now turned his sick eye to Micky. This time there was no indecision inside him. Both his mind and the pride tucked deep inside his heart agreed and screamed ‘Leg it now!’ inside Micky’s numb body. It was unanimous vote and despite Micky’s body not being a democracy, this time he was in total agreement with it. He turned and ran as fast as he could.

Rayquaza snickered. It was like Micky expected outrun a legendary beast capable of flying so fast that he could cause tidal waves. Mockingly, he waited, letting Micky get a head start. With at least a thirty second advantage Rayquaza decided now was the time to inflict punishment. Inside himself he mixed the fires and gases inside him a smirked sadistically as he began spraying a Flamethrower. He started from the base of the forest and swiftly made a line of burning trees, quickly catching up with Micky with each second that passed. Micky could smell the burning tree’s behind him and took one glance backwards to see a forest burning behind him. The burning trees were now only about twenty feet away from Micky and now Micky decided to make a break for it. He leapt to the right and let the flames bypass him, narrowly avoiding touching any fire.

When Rayquaza had realised Micky had avoided his fire it only infuriated him more. If Micky wanted to play the ‘How long can I live’ game then Rayquaza was going to up the stakes. Rather than going directly for Micky, Rayquaza drew in another Flamethrower and boxed Micky in. There was nowhere for Micky to run now. He had a square of about a hundred feet in length to move about in, and as the flames got passed leaf to leaf, the box slowly closed in.

Micky swallowed as he realised he was a goner. His mind raced as fast as it could, trying to think of a way out of this. It was times like these he wished he had a bird Pokemon. There was only thing left for him to try. “What the **** are you? A ****ing coward? You can’t kill someone properly so you just trap them and wait for them to die? I dunno why everyone’s so scared of you. Look at ya. You’re a wimp” Micky started. It seemed to be working, he could see a frown forming on Rayquaza’s face. “Come on. I double dare ya, no, I triple dare ya, come face to face with me, or aint ya got the guts?” Micky spat.

Rayquaza had too much pride to let this mere human get away with insulting him. He flew down to the ground, inside the box, crushing tree’s under his twenty foot long body as he slithered face to face with Micky. They were only a foot apart, and Micky stepped one foot forward, bringing them into physical contact. Nose to nose both Micky and Rayquaza hissed in hatred for each other. Micky could feel Rayquaza’s hot breath all over him, his chest, legs, arms and face. No amount of numbness could prevent Micky from feeling it. It was now a matter of who’s going to strike first.

Micky had a perfect shot of his eyes and if he moved quick enough, he could remove his eye from his face.

Rayquaza was scraping his sharp right claw along the ground, seeing how easily he could severe Micky in two with one easy swipe.

The flames were closing in on them and Micky knew he had to do something fast. Rayquaza would probably find it fun to be burnt while Micky would fry. He couldn’t help think about the rumours he’d heard at school about the burning of a human. Things like “Your eyes explode before you die.” Well, Micky was going to find out if he didn’t act fast. His eyes darted to his side for one moment and he could see Rayquaza’s claws readying themselves.

Rayquaza roared loudly as he shot to Micky’s right. On the cliff-face Poltergeist stood there, tattered and burned as he finished firing a shadow beam at Rayquaza. Rayquaza was only hurt for a moment. He pulled himself out of the flames he was forced into and slowly slithered forward, growling and hissing angrily. This was Micky’s moment to pounce. Rayquaza was distracted and Micky ran forward, sending his numb body into the air and leaping onto Rayquaza’s face, punching at his forehead with his broken hand, taking advantage of his cast while he held on using his left hand and Rayquaza’s ears. Rayquaza tried throwing Micky off by slinging his head up sharply but Micky remained holding and was now in a much better place, on the back of Rayquaza’s neck. “Kotaro, go!” Micky ordered, releasing his bug onto Rayquaza’s neck. “Jam your claw into his neck” Micky ordered. The bug’s sharp feet dug in and got a strong grip as he used his two front claws to stab their way into Rayquaza’s neck. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. Was attempting to kill the legendary Rayquaza, a Pokemon that given half the chance would crush him with one touch. Rayquaza flailed about as the first claw dug in and shot into the air. Rolling about as he did in an attempt to throw the Nincada off of him. It wasn’t working on Kotaro but Micky was gripping for dear life as he dangled with hardly any grip.

Poltergeist focused again with a sadistic smile on his face. He drew another shadow beam in his hands and targeted the front of the neck. Making sure Micky wasn’t in the way he launched the beam. Kotaro remained clinging as he drew blood from Rayquaza as the beam hit. Rayquaza spun again as he screeched loudly from the pain.

Ignoring the agony he was in Poltergeist focused his third shadow beam. Rayquaza wasn’t about to take another beam however. He focused the liquid nitrogen in his stomach and fired a spray of water towards Poltergeist combined with the icy gas. Poltergeist tried to fire the beam in time but it was too late. He got hit by a huge blast of ice. Micky’s mouth dropped in horror. Poltergeist was suppose to protect Micky, but while Poltergeist was in Micky’s possession he was suppose to protect him. A huge clump of ice lay in the mountainside crater with the ghost frozen inside.

Micky swallowed in fear but he wasn’t going to stop. “Keep digging, try to break a vein” Micky ordered to Kotaro behind him as he made his way further up Rayquaza, now directly on top of his head. Rayquaza shook twisted and turned but neither Kotaro or Micky were budging. Micky had a firm grip now, using both Rayquaza’s ears as grip. It was like a Rolla coaster now. Sharp turns in all directions at a high speed with the wind in his face. Rayquaza soon came to the realisation that Micky and the Nincada wasn’t budging that easily.

The moment Rayquaza maintained a steady course Micky moved further forward, now running on pure adrenaline. Taking aim, Micky looked into the evil yellow eye of Rayquaza before punching his injured right hand directly at it. Rayquaza’s eyelids tried to clench shut but Micky’s wrist kept them open. It was completely disgusting, Rayquaza’s eye fluids escaping as Micky tore it apart. The beast shot through the air Micky clinging on only just, his feet dangling on the side of Rayquaza’s huge face “This is for you mum” Micky muttered as he forced the lid open enough to stomp his foot directly inside. Micky dangled uncomfortably as Rayquaza shot side to side, hugging Rayquaza’s right ear with both arms as his right foot kept him from flailing by keeping a firm standing inside Rayquaza’s gooey eye socket. Micky’s almost entirely naked body was soaked in yellow puss and red blood as well as dirt from the ground. He felt disgusting, his hair, his chest, his legs, his arms, his face, everything, completely soaked, he looked like an oversized newborn baby, covered in disgusting fluids and fearful for his life.

****

“Why the **** we bother travelling with him?” Trip shouted, flying on Tarokuntei in the direction of the commotion alongside Peter‘s Salamence, the two of them hoping Micky wasn’t part of it.

“I have no ****ing idea but if we find him alive I am gonna kick the shit outta him” Peter shouted back.

In the distance they could see Rayquaza, twisting and turning. Both dragons stopped in mid-air, much to their trainers surprise. “Salamence, go dude!” Peter ordered.

“Yeah, you to” Trip shouted at his Flygon. It was clear to both trainers that their Pokemon were intimidated.

****

Rayquaza continued twisting and turning, finally loosening Micky’s standing inside his eye as well as sending Kotaro off of him. Micky was quick to bring his bug back to his Pokeball. His adrenaline was starting to run low and he was starting to lose his will to fight with this beast. He knew he couldn’t do much more damage to something so powerful, in fact he was impressed he’d gotten this far, though if it wasn’t for Poltergeist he would’ve been dead long ago.

“Don’t look down! Don’t look down!” he kept repeating to himself as he wrapped his arms as tightly as he could around Rayquaza’s neck. Rayquaza could smell the fear all over Micky, it was a smell as sweet as summer roses to Rayquaza. His right eye may have been blinded but he could still see where he was going. He made a quick swerve and U-turn in mid air throwing Micky over his head, his entire body huddled directly on top of Rayquaza’s head, clinging to both ears as tightly as possible. Rayquaza swerved again, Micky losing grip with his right arm and now dangling by his left hand. In huge amounts of agony Micky swung his right hand up, wrapping his elbow around Rayquaza’s left ear.

Rayquaza was staring to get frustrated now. He U-turned again, flipping Micky right the way over, but still, Micky clung for his life, catching Rayquaza’s right ear and wrapping both arms around that. Rayquaza went to do another swerve until he sensed something. Micky was losing capability to cling on, it was too early, he was running on pure adrenaline, he was soaked in blood, mud and eye goo. In the corner of his eye he could see something though, just like Rayquaza.

A dragon shaped creature flew through thee air, roaring loudly. “Pete?” Micky murmured to himself, starting to lose consciousness. He couldn’t make out what it was, it was definitely a dragon of some sort, a European dragon in shape. Behind it’s thick skull and between it’s two large wings Micky could make out a figure. Now he had no doubt, it was definitely Peter, it had to be. Rayquaza swiftly swerved and caught Micky off-guard. Micky practically rolled off of Rayquaza to his right, reacting quick enough to jam his right foot into Rayquaza’s eye again. Now he was left dangling upside down, his right leg hooked on the inside of Rayquaza’s eye, being crushed by his eyelids which made every effort possible to close. Micky desperately flailed his arms up, trying to get a grip on Rayquaza again but one turn proved fatal to him as Rayquaza turned and slung Micky’s body completely away from him. Micky felt himself dropping through the air, his hair flying in front of him. Of all the ways to go, falling from about a hundred feet in the air was not on the top of his list. The seconds he spent falling felt like hours, he closed his eyes and let the rush of adrenaline go over him. He was somewhere else now, it was like he was entranced. He could feel his eyes rolling back into his skull as he became a lifeless corpse.

****

It seemed to take forever for Micky to hit the ground. His eyes had been closed for what seemed like hours and he still hadn’t felt himself hit the ground. Maybe he already had, and he was in heaven…or hell. Maybe if he just opened his eyes he’d see pearly white gates or a flaming cave entrance, who knows? Maybe if he opened his eyes he’d be laying there on a warm bed and look to his side to see all his friends there and realise it was a dream. Or maybe Rayquaza had caught him and he was lying inside the belly of the beast literally. Micky swallowed and with all his courage he opened his eyes. Everything was all hazy, a blur. He had to rub his eyes at least seven times to get some focus. He was still numb, gooey and a total mess. His bag was to his left next to his Pokeball belt. He wanted to get fully dressed but in such a disgusting state it was totally redundant, it made more sense just to stay in his boxer shorts. The floor was gritty, sort of sandy and it took him a while to realise he was in a cave, the dark rocky walls really being an obvious give-away that he failed to recognise. The only light was given by candles, eerily dangling from the ceiling. To his left was a huge lake and to his right was an entrance of some sort, inside it just an abyss of black. “Hello” Micky shouted, an echo sent around the room. “Anyone there?” he shouted, trying to flick some of the dirt off of him. His limbs still felt like jelly, quite possibly because there was still adrenaline in him or because he hadn’t eaten or drunk anything all day.

“Yes.” A familiar voice spoke. Micky turned to his right and stared into the abyss, the source of the voice. That wasn’t the only thing coming from there though. Micky could here hissing and growling. Micky slowly approached, very slowly moving, hiss jelly-like legs barely able to move his body. “I am here…” the voice said creepily, trailing off at the end. From the dark Micky could see a figure, getting nearer and nearer. The figure finally stepped into the light and Micky’s heart stopped. The figure was entirely wrapped in a dark purple cloak and stood much taller than him.

With a trembling lip and a shaky body Micky murmured “Nightmare?” to the figure as he felt like breaking down in tears, falling to his knees and dropping his face into the rocky floor.

‘Trying not to break but I’m so tired of this deceit’ - From the Inside, Linkin Park.

Ok, I really do think I kinda ****ed myself over in chapter 31. I kinda got left with either “Kill Micky” or “Make him play hero” and it’s to early to kill the bastard so…yeah, this is what you’re left with. Felt like leaving it on a cliff-hanger with a “ooo, how’s Rage/Nightmare gonna kill him.” The idea of “Piss the beast off to survive” came from Freddy vs. Jason. The main reason why this took so long was because it was hard to think of a way to keep Micky in character, not kill Rayquaza and not kill Micky, and I suppose the best ways were Poltergeist and get onto Rayquaza and see how long he can stick his foot in his eyes. The description felt a bit dodgy and repetitive to me but this’ll probably be like Chapter 14 (the crap one) where I basically wrote it, posted it and at a later datere-wrote it. Anyway, yeah, that’s all so far.

[Whisper in the Wind]

(I dunno if this is counted as double-posting. If it is, sorry, wasn't sure.)

Anyways, I'm re-writing "The Power Within", so basically, can a Mod close this please?

[Little_Pikachu]

Closed on request of the topic starter.