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

[Whisper in the Wind]

Yeah, Nincada will evolve

Pikachu taking care of david, fat chance :-P

When will Micky tell Purity? When he wants to be emotionally destroyed, so, in a few badges time

[Dragonfree]

Great chapters, both of them, to my opinion. I loved the battles and the sense of humour written between the lines, as usual. Great.

[Loupeitak]

Yeah, Nincada will evolve

Into who? *Shedinja floats in the air and takes his spirit*
AAAHHH. I was also wondering: Is Ninjask going to baton pass or something ?

[Whisper in the Wind]

Who knows if he will use Baton Pass....I heavily doubt Kotaro Shedinja would still his trainers soul now would he?

[AbareMax]

I can't believe I haven't been following this story! It is byfar the best Pokémon fanfic I have read. You are definitely a talented writer!

AbareMax

[Whisper in the Wind]

ooo, another writer and more food for my ego *feeds ego *. Anyways, expect chap 13 up this saturday (although it may be sunday)

[Chris 2.1]

The chapter's quality was as good as ever, Onimusha, but I lost my concentration about halfway through Purity's Gym match. The problem is, the chapter was too long, and I found myself groaning when I heard Mickey was to battle in the same chapter.

Gym matches can be rather dull, so try and spice them up with a snazzy arena, a psycopathic Gym Leader, or else an out-of control Pokemon of sorts.

Why couldn't Mickey have battled in Ch13? It gives us a break.

Otherwise good work.

[Whisper in the Wind]

Chapter 13: A Change of Luck

‘And it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel, was just a freight train coming your way’ - Metallica, No Leaf Clover

Latianne raised her head, sensing danger. She nudged her head at Kerri, shaking her awake, eventually telling her to hop on her back. She didn’t bother to inform Birch of her plans, there was too little time. She’d only just sensed what David was thinking. Kerri shoved on some clothes and sorted out her appearance before the two left. Latianne knew there was little time before Micky and David came face to face. With the heat of the sun beating down upon their faces they set off for the Mauville Pokemon Center, hoping to talk some sense into David before he or Micky done something they would regret.

****

Micky had woken up before the others. He was already washed, dressed and prepared for his next battle. The other three were all in the bathroom, brushing their teeth. Micky was left alone with Wobbuffet, the both of them competing in a staring contest yet again. He could hear some shouting from the bathroom, most likely the girls arguing or Mark and Karen arguing about how he keeps hitting on Purity. Micky ignored it, remaining focused on Wobbuffet. In one moment Micky could sense the presence of Pikachu who had just burst through the door. “What is it Chu-Toy?” Micky growled, not taking his eyes off of Wobbuffet.

“Pika-Pi!” he shouted, pointing his tiny fingers to the door.

“I said it once and I’ll say it again, get a new vocabulary” Micky said with a sting in his voice, continuing to growl at Wobbuffet.

“Pika Pika!” This time Micky just ignored him, knowing the basic vocabulary of the tiny rodent was saying the syllables in his name. “PI-KA!” he shouted loudly and slowly, Micky remembering what he said about Pikachu speaking loudly and slowly.

“What is it Pikachu?” Karen said, poking her head through the bathroom door.

“Pika-Pi” he shouted desperately, pointing his finger to the door. Karen sighed, shaking her head and walked over to him, lifting him up in her arms like he was a baby. “Pika!” he shouted, leaping out of her arms and running out of the door. Karen chased after him, being led through the hallways until she reached the front room. Pikachu stood in a defensive stance yet again, staring at David who sat there, a vicious look of hatred upon his face. Even Karen was intimidated and started to back away, heading for her room again.

“Do you by any chance know Micky Hardy?” David asked, growling like Micky was to Pikachu.

“Um, yeah” Karen replied in fear.

“Tell him I want to see him” David ordered, his eyes staring a hole through both Pikachu and Karen.

“Um, ok” she replied, patting her leg to get Pikachu to follow her back to their room.

When they arrived both Micky and Mark were now growling at each other. She sighed, guessing it was something to do with Purity, but knowing there was no time for it she just plain out shouted “Micky, some big fat angry guy wants you.”

Micky took a moment to realise what she said and then turned to her. “You mean my…” He rolled his eyes into his head. “****!” he hissed. He got up from the floor and headed towards the hallway, his Pokeball belt tied around his waist. He took in a deep breathe before pushing his hand through the door, and there he was, his father sitting on the sofa, an evil look in his eye.

“Michael” he said in a deep voice. “Do you have any idea where I’ve been for the past two weeks?”

“Yeah, Purity told me” he said shaking his head in shame.

“And do you know why?” he growled, knowing Micky knew the answer.

“Yeah, you assaulted police officers.”

“And do you know why I did?”

“Dad, this is getting tiring” Micky said slowly, taking a low breath in.

“Do you?” he growled loudly.

“Yes I do, you lost it ’cause you thought I was dead” Micky shouted loudly, annoyed that his father was making him explain what had happened.

“And why did I think you were dead?”

“Dad you’re making a scene” Micky growled, noticing everyone in the room had their attention turned to the two of them.

“Do you think I give a damn son? Your little journey around Hoenn is over, you’re coming home this instant” he shouted, pointing his finger aggressively at the floor telling him to come to him.

“No it’s not dad” Micky shouted in defiance.

“Oh yes it is” his father shouted back walking over to him, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him towards the door. Micky squirmed out of his grip and leaped as far away from him as he could.

“Dad, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Within the confides of Scy’s Pokeball, his electric matter started to sense what was happening on the outside world. He left the hazy cyber world that his mind and body resided in as his Pokeball began to rock. A red beam of light broke through the Pokeheal’s entry way as Scy’s body started to take form. As soon as he fully converted to natural matter he kicked Micky’s father back, sending him across the room to the door. He hissed loudly and drew his right scythe forward, warning David off.

“So this is the guy who tried to kill you, and now he want to kill me eh?” David spat sarcastically.

“Scy, stand down, he’s my dad.” Scy hissed with anger, he was looking forward to dismembering David, but, he done as he said, walking to Micky’s side. “Dad, there is no way I’m coming home, I mean, look” Micky said showing his father the shiny heat badge. “I beat a gym leader, dad, this is something I wanna do.”

“Fine” David said raising his hands as if to say ‘I wipe my hands of this.’ “But when you come crawling back to Lilycove all battered and tired after failing this little journey of yours, don’t expect me to open the door to you” David snarled in his spontaneous action of rage. He then turned towards the door and shoved his way through them, leaving a stench of hate in the air. Micky was breathing deeply, his fists were clenched so tight at his sides that the nails at the ends of his fingers dug holes into his palm, expecting his father to have thrown a punch at him before leaving. Maybe it was just the intimidating look of Micky’s Scyther, or maybe he really meant what he said, maybe he was giving Micky an ultimatum, the Pokemon Journey or him. Usually Micky would cave into his father, but this time there was something more important to him than his normal life. It was his new life. He had new friends, his Pokemon, Purity, in a way Karen, Mark, Wobbuffet and Pikachu, they may be annoyances but he still considered them to be companions.

“Are you ok?” Purity said, tapping his right shoulder as a way of comforting him.

“I’m fine” Micky growled through his gritted teeth, swallowing all is anger after speaking at letting out a sigh.

“Come back to the room” she said, shaking his shoulders lightly, still trying to comfort him.

“Yeah, you’re right” he said shaking his head. He then turned his attention to Scy who’s eyes were fixated on the doors, hoping that David would return and try to pick a fight so that he could feel blood on his scythe yet again. “Thanks Scy, for being there when I needed you, I don’t think I could have handled my dad on my own” he said gratefully. Scy nodded his head as a ‘you’re welcome’ before turning his head towards the Pokeheal. The nurse behind the counter took his Pokeball from within the Pokeheal and handed to Micky who withdrew his mantis.

Micky headed back to the room, Karen and Mark surrounding him in an attempt to comfort him, Pikachu following behind. Micky slumped down on his bunk and slammed himself back into a sleeping position. Even Pikachu felt sorry for him, he understood what David had said. He’d basically told him he was disowned, he was basically an orphan. Purity sat down beside him, Mark, going up to the top bunk and leaning his head down, Karen kneeling on the ground. “You gonna be ok?” Purity said in her caring sweet voice, patting his arm.

“Yeah” he sighed. “I just need a moment to think; do you mind?” Micky said, implying he wanted the room to himself. Purity motioned her head to tell the rest of them to leave, being the first to walk, the other to following her, Wobbuffet eventually waddling his way out of the room. Pikachu still managed to stay in the room, hiding beneath the lower bunk. When he saw the group leave he popped out and jumped onto Micky’s bed, sitting next to him.

“Pika-pi?” he said. In a caring voice. Micky guessed it was something along the lines of ‘Are you ok?’

Micky sat up, hugging his legs in a foetal position. “I dunno” he said shaking his head. He pressed his face to his knee’s. “I just don’t know” he repeated, a tear trickling out of his eyes. Pikachu patted his leg with his tiny right paw as a sign of care before jumping down out of the room.

Purity re-entered the room as the little yellow rat darted between her legs and out of the room. “Micky, your golden white bird thing is here” she said with a smile on her face, knowing that this would probably cheer him up.

“Angel?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

A smile formed on his face. He leaped from the bed and left the room, following behind Purity who was leading the way. When he finally got to the Pokemon Center lobby, he was met by a most welcome surprise; his sister. “Kerri?” Micky said confused. She nodded, a smile on her face, seeing her brother again after almost half a year. She gave him a hug on instinct; which Micky returned.

‘As you can see I brought you a surprise’ he heard in his head, the voice of Angel.

‘I noticed, thanks Angel’ he replied, still hugging his sister. “Sis, how you bin? Where you meet Angel?” he said, thousands of questions running through his head, hoping Kerri had a pen and paper to explain everything.

‘She hasn’t got anything to write with’ Angel said, reading Micky’s thoughts.

‘Damn, where the hell did you meet her?’ Micky asked, completely confused as to how his sister and Angel ended up meeting.

‘I took her from the hospital, she was cutting herself over you being dead, so I came to stop her ‘cause I knew you were alive, I just couldn’t find you.’ She said, frantically trying to explain it all at once. Micky just took it all in and gave Angel a smile of gratitude, still hugging his sister.

“Nurse, can we get a pen and paper?” Micky said to the woman at the counter, finally letting go of his sister. The women looked around a bit before finally picking up a notepad and a blue pen. Micky handed it over to Kerri. She began asking him stuff like how has he been, how come he hadn’t visited but firstly, what happened between him and his father. Micky explained them all before explaining about his planned gym battle that he needed to get to in a few hours, something Kerri was very anxious to see. He introduced her to his Pokemon, all of which she seemed to like a lot, except Scy who was too intimidating to befriend. She then was introduced to all of the other Pokemon, Pikachu of whom she liked the most, much to Micky’s distain.

‘So are you staying with us permanently Angel?’ Micky asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

‘Sorry, no, Kerri is helping Birch with his research and other stuff, and, well I’m his Pokemon, so, sorry’ she replied to the disappointed Micky. Micky understood this, it made sense and it was a good idea to get Kerri working, especially with Birch since she’d be around Pokemon most of the time.

****

By noon the group was at the doors of the Mauville gym, a huge arena, used often for battles from organisations such as the W.P.F and others. Micky was certainly looking forward to this, yet another chance to try to impress Purity, a chance for his sister and Latianne to see how good he was and most importantly it was another stepping stone to the Pokemon International league which was coming in the next year. He stepped into the arena front room and glanced through a window to the arena . Every seat was full except the few at the front row where the group would be sitting. Micky nodded at them to go to the seats. Purity stayed behind, handing her ticket to Kerri, Angel also stayed with Micky, since she was too big for one of the seats or to sit on Kerri’s lap. Micky explained who he was and was directed to the entrance way, being told the gym leader was awaiting his arrival. They knew this was his second gym badge battle so the gym leader would be using his team designed for people like Micky.

It was a deep white stairway that led Micky, Purity and Angel to the entrance way for contending trainers. There were camera crews, people at screens that showed what was happening in the arena. “Is this gonna be televised?” Micky asked to one of the camera men.

“Yeah, best of luck” he said, patting Micky on the back.

“Are you Michael Hardy?” Someone with a notepad in hand asked.

“Yeah” he replied.

“Ok, Watson is ready, go down there” she said pointing to an entrance way. “And good luck.”

“Don’t worry” Purity said into Micky’s ear, holding his shoulders trying to get him focused. “In between Scy, Kotaro and Angel here it should be a breeze.” Micky thought for a moment, his focus thrown off by her mention of Angel; maybe he could use her in this battle. Another hard rub on his shoulder re-focused him. He stepped through a black curtain and received a warm welcome. The crowd erupted in cheers of anticipation, a smile forming on Micky’s face. The entire floor was made of steel, an electric bolt shooting out of one of many small towers, each tower sparking off electricity. Micky glared over across the steel battlefield to his opponent. A short old man, a big change from the cute and hot female gym leaders he’d seen before. He had a long white beard and one spiky tuff of white hair at the top of his head. He was wearing yellow trousers and a brown striped shirt. An announcer started stating the rules of the match, for the crowds sake, not Micky’s, since he already was cleared on the rules. He then asked the two to choose their Pokeballs. Micky reach for Scy as he stroked the metal sphere in anticipation. The crowd cheered as the announcer shouted for them to throw their Pokeballs. Micky hurled Scy’s ball to the battlefield, keeping his eyes on Watson’s Pokeball. Both exploded open into a red glow as they began to take form. Micky took one last look to Kerri and the others and then a look to Purity before finally putting all his focus on the upcoming battle.

‘Toast the champion cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow’ - Saliva, Superstar

I know it’s a short chapter and a sort of cliff hanger. Basically; link onto the next gym battle, build of tension between father and son, clearing things between Micky, Angel and Kerri and a little bit of character development for Scy.

[Loupeitak]

(which there will not be if today’s plans work)

Im not gonna say what it is but all im saying is, don't do it for the sake of your readers.

[Chris 2.1]

Todays plans? Mickey, buddy, you're making it sound like suicide :-|

Anyway this chapter was very good, a rarity in Pokemon fics. Mickey's dad wanted to get him back, and I liked his determination. At least Mickey can still have Gym matches.

Oh, Mauville Gym next? Kool. Good luck Mickey.

[Dragonfree]

Well, you didn't add very much from when I last saw it, but I like it.

[Whisper in the Wind]

Ok, 1stly, Dragonfree, I said wait 'til wednesday so that if I do get a stomach pump I won't have people telling me not to do it. Secondly, my friend hasn't supplied me with the drugs cos she thinks she's getting an unfair deal (14 Prozac for 14 sleeping pills) so I have to wait to see my doctor to ge tthem supllied (I intend on nto sleepign until my mum agree's to let me get them) so yeah, now I'm extra pissed, thank yo uso much Dragonfree, just cos it's suspected doesn't mean it needs to be verified

[Chris 2.1]

Well yea, we can't stop you, but personally that's such an insult to everything you've lived for. Your parents have raised you hoping you could grow up to be whatever you want, your siblings (if any), and all your relations will never get over this. It's selfish.

I'm not ranting, but suicide is such a selfish way of doing things. And what if it fails?

Well put it this way: I won't be wishing you good luck

[Powarun]

WOW! It was a good chapter, wish we could see the end of it story. I am rather speechless right now or would be saying things that i shouldn't. but don't do it. And if I am not mistaken Prozak would be an antidepressent. So you did get help at one time or another, because you must have been depressed or a person that has or told someone about commiting suicide.

[Whisper in the Wind]

Suicide isn't exactly selfish, did I ask to be born?

I've been told by a reader (who ahs spoken to others) that they think I'm an idiot and he says he thinks its a watse of time talking to me, and if I'm considered an idiot (And since I'm gonna be dead soon hopefully) I am officially ending this fic

[Powarun]

You didn't ask to be born but you put up to this far in your life what makes this certain period of your life so hard? Most kids who write fics try to base the main character of who they want to be or who they are, and in this fic Micky seemed to be like an immortal person, who has his flaws. Personally I would imagine you to be the same way, only a bit more alive. You are not stupid, seeing how you were able to succeed in creating several unexpecting plot twists. There are other answers beside suicide, but you are either too blind, or self directed or unwilling to do anything else. But then some times suicide can be the answer for a man who has nothing left to give, but you still have a story to finish. And if you are determined to commit the crime on yourself, can you at least give a decent death ending, like Micky ending his life or somehting, because of a hole he dug himself with his dad, or him having to leave his sister again, or even have Rayquaza be awaken and killing everyone in Mauville. And if you are closing this story can you find someone to finish it? Not me, my writing is bad, but maybe a family member, like your mom? Add it in the suicide note or soemthing. And although I think this post didn't leave a dent in your head, goodbye.

[Loupeitak]

Dude, thank god ur friend thinks its unfair. Try to look ahead of you or like Powarun said, let other people write the story (I could do it if u want). If u decide to comit it let it be when ur about to die. Dude, the writers want you. We know u want us too. Please don't go. Find another girl man. Look ahead to your future. You were a happy guy. Try to remake ur life without the girl who was selfish to leave you.

[Whisper in the Wind]

*sighs* I dunno about going off my track on the story and getting someone else to write it would be difficult, I seriously don't know, I'll see what others think

[Gavin Luper]

I stumbled upon this by accident, and it looks like it has some potential. Haven't read much of it yet but when I get around to it (ie when I have some spare time at last!) I'll reply properly. Keep writing!

Cheers!

[Whisper in the Wind]

fine, I'll continue it, *hate to admit it but I like writing it* but it doesn't change my mind about suicide, I'm gonna go for estacy + vodka combo

[Dragonfree]

*claps* Whoo! *chants* Chapter 14, chapter 14, chapter 14...

[Chris 2.1]

Nice to see you're writing at least one more chapter, but I can't wear a smile knowing you're purposefully cutting your life short while some people would love another chance to live. I know my best mate would love the chance to come back here nd hang around with me again, but I guess that's just wishful thinking now, isn't it.

[Whisper in the Wind]

I dunno brit, I've decided to go for estacy, so that may take time to obtain...I'll try and finish the fic if I re-think it but don't count on it

[Loupeitak]

sorry but what is this estacy plus vodka thing ?

[Whisper in the Wind]

estacy, probably spelt wrong is a powerful drug that when mixed with Alcohol (or overdosed on) results in death usually. So overdose on it and mix it with powerful alcohol, pretty sure that will kill me, its just obtaining it

[drizzt]

Dont kill your yourself. My brother killed himself and my mom basically laid in bed for a year and since my dad died in a car accident and my brother being my only sibling i had to pull through this all by myself. I wanted to kill myself!! But i didnt and i got through it. Morale of the story: Dont kill yourself. Think about your family and freinds who love u and how good your life has been. dont let a broken heart ruin your life. Everyone has to have one in there life sometime that doesnt man u should kil yourself.

[Chris 2.1]

Drizzt, in all fairness, he's probably done it.

What a waste of talent.

Suicide's such an awful thing to do. I feel sorry for the girl who 'broke' (tsch, teenagers) Micky's heart. Hearts can be repaired eisily. Lives can't.


Oh well. So long, Mickey

[Dragonfree]

Either he's done it already, or he hasn't changed his MSN name's note of eight days to his birthday for at least three days, which was the last time I saw him, offline with that exact MSN name.

In fact, usually he changes the name as a whole once a day or so...

I knew I shouldn't have signed off, just put my status to "Away" because he usually says something every time he comes on if I'm on...

...

[Chris 2.1]

Look dont bother blaming yourself. I may sound cruel but he's put his life into his own foolish hands and if he thinks thats the right thing to do it's his choice.

Nobody should ever blame themselves, not even this girl who broke his heart, because Micky's the one overeacting over a teenage crush.

[Whisper in the Wind]

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

[Powarun]

Hey, ah its not going to good. Well the chapter was better than anythign I could pull off. I thinks its funny that Chu-Toy won Micky the match. Cracked me up. The battle was pretty good to, loved how Scy wouldn't give up. The one thing I would say about Micky though, is he has good crowd control. Just flicking the crowd off. Well hang around, and keep up the good work, and you do have a lot of talent if you can write this good while doing drugs or in the hang over of drugs.

[Dragonfree]

I didn't think it was too bad apart from being a bit short. The end of the battle was very unique; I've never seen anything like it before.

If you yourself feel that the drinking is making your writing worse, then stop it, it's as simple as that.

[Whisper in the Wind]

Yeah, after throwing myself over a fence onto concrete yesterday at least 30 times, i don't think I will

[Chris 2.1]

What a lovely pre-birthday treat. Happy birthday Oni, what do you have planned today? Attempted suicide? Car crash? Throwing yourself under the wheels of a speeding lorry?

If you do, wear a 'Birthday Boy' Badge, or at least inscribe the words to the popular birthday song on your wrist. With any luck you might bleed to death.


Erm anyway the Gym Match was good, nice to see Scy lose some pride, sometimes characters need that. Interesting having a Pikachu, and also rather interesting how the match was cancelled because of Pikachu. Way to go, Chu-Toy.

[Whisper in the Wind]

Thanks Chris, I htink I might try that, inscribing happy birthday on my wrist considering I don't hear it around me

[Chris 2.1]

Well when you're at TPM you'll hear it a lot more often! I noticed it was your birthday, didn't I? Loads of other people will, too.

[Dragonfree]

And don't forget me, I wished you a "happy birthday" too, although noting that it sounded ironic.

[Whisper in the Wind]

I meant I don't hear it around me as in IRL (in real life)

[Whisper in the Wind]

Chapter 15: From the Grave

‘To cry is to know your alive’ - Buried Alive by Love, HIM

Micky didn’t say two words to any of his companions. He walked at least ten feet in front of them at all times, letting their whispers to each other fall into the cold wind. He felt like a failure, winning a battle through a simple disqualification of his opponent, thanks to Karen’s Pikachu. The night began to fall upon them. They’d been walking along Route 117 for hours but saw no sign of anyone. The road was as silent as a grave and as spooky as one as well. Fog was starting to form across the road as the sky started to fade away into darkness, leaving a creepy twilight from the distant stars that gave an eerie glow through the thick fog.

Micky could hear a crunching sound in the background. It sounded like footsteps on broken glass. Micky ignored it for the time, just assuming it was one of the group. It was soon brought to Micky’s attention that it wasn’t part of the group by Angel as she started to tell him she sensed something unusual around them. Micky started to grip at his Pokeballs, stopping in his tracks. “What is it?� Purity whispered into Micky’s ear.

“Angel says something unusual is nearby� he replied through his gritted teeth. ‘Where is it?’ Micky asked Angel in his mind. The crunching sounds began to get louder and Micky clicked the buttons on his Pokeballs, making them ready to be released. His team wasn’t at their best, Scy and Strider still injured from the battle at Mauville gym.

‘It’s getting closer’ Angel replied. Micky began to look around, seeing nothing through the fog. Micky raised his four Pokeballs to a higher level and let them drop to the ground, releasing all four members of his team. Strider was scarred with black from her previous battle, Scy also scarred, but nowhere near as bad. Micky picked up his Pokeballs from the ground and re-attached them to his belt as Purity released her three of her four Pokemon, the snake-like Milotic too large to fit on the road..

A black silhouette was visible through the thick fog. It looked human. Whatever it was, it stood at around about seven feet tall. At it’s head there were two lines like the creature was wearing a cowboy hat. Micky was almost totally positive this was a person, seeing the arms and legs of the shadow walking forward. “Who are you?� Micky shouted out loudly. There was no reply, just a cold silence. Micky nodded his head at Scy, making him get set for a fight. “Who are you?� Micky shouted again, a bit of desperation in his voice.

“Gar!� was the reply Micky finally got. A creepy breathe of the creature that sounded like it was throwing up. Whatever this was, Micky was now convinced it wasn’t human. The shadow-like silhouette stopped approaching. Micky was breathing heavily with fear, hoping his Pokemon could destroy whatever this was should it try to harm him.

Two red lights began to shine next to the silhouette. Micky hadn’t a clue what it was for a moment until he realised they must be eyes. Two shining lights, glowing a creepy blood red next to the silhouette of a person. “Ok, enough of this crap, who is this?� Micky shouted, now a combination of fear and anger.

Purity began to cower behind her Kirlia as the silhouette began to approach. Micky clenched his fists tightly, not moving an inch backwards, standing his ground, preparing himself for whatever was going to approach. “The road is not safe at this hour� a deep dark male voice spoke, sending chills down Micky’s spine. “One should not come so close to Grave Mansion when light is gone� he continued. Micky brushed his hair behind him, his attention partially focused on the two red eyes that were still a small distance from him.

“Who, are, you?� Micky stuttered one last time ,pausing in between each syllable.

“Is it any of your business?� the man replied.

“Yeah, I think so� Micky nodded as his voice showed both sarcasm and anger.

“I am Necromancer� the man replied, still in his dark creepy voice. “And you are trespassing in my territory� He continued.

“Wait� Purity spoke, no longer scared knowing who this was. “You’re the trainer of the W.P.F Champion aren’t you?� Purity said. “That Poltergeist thingy� she continued.

Necromancer let out a evil chuckle. “It is nice to be recognised� he replied.

“Who is he?� Micky asked to Purity, still having no clue who she was on about.

“Don’t you watch T.V� Mark shouted, now approaching the one who was originally scaring the group.

“Um, you’ve met my dad dip-****, you really think I got to watch Pokemon related Television?� Micky said sarcastically.

“Ok, whatever. The W.P.F, World Pokemon Federation. This guy is like the best trainer there� he said pointing to Necromancer. The eyes that were in the distance began to approach.

“Yes, your friend is correct� Necromancer said, still in his bone chilling voice. “And this here is the champion himself� he continued, his right arm now pointing towards the shadow that approached through the fog. “This here is Poltergeist� he continued. From the fog finally came the so-called champion. The creature walked on the ground, standing about six feet in the air, just a bit above Micky. His entire body was a pale violet. It seemed like it was fur on his body although not entirely visible since this creature was see-through. A ghost of some sort. He was mostly a rounded body, shaped a little bit like an egg, except at the top and bottom of his body it was flat. His legs and arms were only a foot or so in length. His head was part of his main body, not connected by a neck, seeming to have no shoulders. In between his two tiny arms was his huge mouth. A sadistic smirk that stretched all over his face, grinning with a mouth so open that his bone white teeth were visible. Above this mouth were two blood red eyes, a black pupil in the centre of each eye. Above these were two fox like ears, same colour as his body, the pale violet. What looked like a small tail dangled behind him, partially visible between his legs. One thing just didn’t seem right about this creature, and soon Micky knew what it was. Micky stared directly into its eyes and he realised what he was doing. Looking down, Micky saw a golden urn floating off of the ground. It was almost like a trophy but without any arms for holding. Micky looked to Necromancer.

“Yes, in there is what you think.� How did he know what Micky was thinking is what questioned him.

“You mean?� Micky stared oddly. “Someone’s ashes?� Necromancer nodded.

“Who’s?� Micky asked in confusion.

“My father’s� he replied.

“You dad‘s?� all of them asked in unison.

“Yes� he nodded. “I shall explain later� he continued. Micky turned to Poltergeist, the creepy ghost Pokemon, still playing with his Urn. “It is not good for you lot to be wondering around in the dark, especially around here. You can stay at my house for tonight� he said, still in his chilling voice. Micky couldn’t quite make out what this guy looked like however he noticed some sort of trench coat trailing behind him. Micky withdrew his Pokemon to their Pokeballs, assuming he’d be safe enough with Angel nearby. The rest of the group followed Necromancer, Purity, Mark and Karen seeming to be excited to meet this person, Micky still pretty clueless as to who he was, he just assumed he was some freak.

Necromancer was at the head of the group leading them to what looked like a giant mansion. At the back of the group was Poltergeist, still playing with his Urn. Aside from Kerri and Micky the entire group seemed to be in amazement that they’d actually be sleeping in the house that Necromancer lives in. A long trail of hard mud surrounded by grass led to an entrance way. A large black gate held up on either side by two stone pillars. From the pillars was a long black fence, lined like the bars of a prison, sharp spikes on top of each black bar. Necromancer pushed his hand forward, about a foot away from the entrance. As he pushed his hands forward the doors slammed apart making way for the group. The group all stared in awe at what appeared to be Necromancer’s psychic powers, although Angel knew it was in fact Poltergeist who made the doors move. The group made their way along a stone path that led to the doors of what was a huge gothic mansion. The walls were stained as though they’d been burned. All the tiles were black, the windows showed no sign of light, everything was an eerie black.

Necromancer stood at the front door. The door itself was huge, at least ten feet in height and width. It was made of thick dark brown wood scarred with black burn marks. Necromancer stood in front of it for a moment before it finally opened, again it was thanks to Poltergeist. The group started to make their way into the pitch black that was ‘Grave Mansion.’ Necromancer stopped in the middle of the front room. He put both his arms out on either side as candles all over the place began to light. The candles in this house weren’t on tables or hanging on the walls, they levitated in the air. They’d rise above you if you came towards them as though they had a mind of their own. The room was half visible in the eerie light given by the candles. Paintings floated in the air just a few inches from the walls, twirling around, dancing like their were real people. Most of the paintings were of people, old and young. There was a long stairway leading up to a corridor on the second level. All the carpets were black, patterned with what appeared to be trails of blood. “Freaky house� Mark said, seeming to be very pleased with it. “Where we sleeping?� he asked, still smirking as if he’s gonna love sleeping in this house.

“Poltergeist, show them to the guest rooms� he ordered. Poltergeist levitated his golden urn up the stairs. Micky assumed he should be following it and so he did, everyone else following behind him. The urn floated down the corridors. More creepy candles were down the hallway. It seemed that the urn was following the trail of blood, whether that was a good thing or not is what Micky wanted to know since it was unnerving to be following a trail of blood to where he was going to be sleeping. The urn finally stopped at the end of a long corridor. The blood trail had also stopped and ended in a huge splatter. The urn nodded to either side, pointing at the doors. Micky opened a black door to his left and began to investigate it whilst the rest of the group dispersed into separate rooms.

Micky’s room was nothing like he expected. The room was huge and in the centre was the mattress, king sized. There was no wallpaper. There were blood stains up and down the wall and one painting of an old man with a slash through it, most likely the effect of a knife. The windows were open, the wind blowing black netted curtains either side. Floating candles were also in this room. It seemed like nothing in this house had electricity. Micky dumped his bag down and changed his clothes to silk black trousers lined with two white stripes on either side and a white shirt with black tiger stripes imprinted on it. He left the room, saying bye to the candles which seemed to return what he said by jiggling side to side before flicking out their flames. Micky walked down the corridor, carrying the golden urn with him, figuring he should return it to Necromancer.

As he descended down the stairs he saw no sign of Poltergeist or Necromancer. With the golden urn still in hand he started to check out the giant mansion. He made his way to a room on the right. Micky guessed this was the living room, or one of them most likely. Three red sofa’s sat facing a large burning log fire place. This room also had the floating paintings but also it had something different to others. Dead roses in a vase were in every corner. Micky moved onto the room next door to this one. This room was a kitchen. The floor was tiled like a chess board, black and white squares wall to wall. Wooden tables with a large array of knives prepared but no sign of meat to cut. Everything was pretty medieval, an oven which requires log fire, a huge spit for roasting meet, it all seemed so barbarian like in the age of imitation food and balls that can absorb living matter.

Micky finally came across Necromancer, in the room across from the living room he’d been in. Black sofa’s littered this room, along with more dead roses and another fire place. His face was blocked by the black hat that he wore on his head. A pure black hat, ringed around it’s edges like a cow boy hat. He was still wearing a long black leather trench coat. Micky could make out a slightly lighter colour of black leather on his trousers. He was wearing what appeared to be a black cotton tank top, although Micky wasn’t entirely sure due to the trench coat. There was no sign of Poltergeist however so Micky just put the Urn on a nearby table. He sat down on a sofa opposite him and looked over readying himself for a conversation with Necromancer. “So� Micky started. “You live here?� Micky asked, knowing the answer would be yes.

“Very perceptive aren’t you?� he replied in his cold chilling voice, the sarcasm missing under the deathly growl.

“So dude, what the hell is up with this place? It’s creeping the **** outta me� Micky said pretty bluntly.

“It’s a long story� he muttered back.

“News Flash, there’s no TV here, I aint going nowhere� Micky replied sarcastically. “Seriously, where and how did you find this place and what the hell happened to it to make it so creepy?�

“It’s called Grave House� he replied. “It was built over a thousand year old graveyard a few hundred years ago. It has been famed for ghost sightings, people going missing and unsolved murders.� Necromancer took in a deep breath before he continued. “I was buried alive here with that very urn� he said, turning his face to the urn, still not fully visible under the hat, although Micky could make out what looked to be a black goatee beard.

“You were buried alive?� Micky asked, starting to realise why this guy was so screwed up.

“When I was five, my father died, because of the house. Something in here, killed him...and well my mother…she.� he was interrupted by the arrival of Karen, Angel and Kerri. Micky just assumed they should end the conversation there and they did.

“Hi, Karen, sis, Angel� he greeted to the three of them. Necromancer was as silent as a grave.

“Hi� Karen replied to Micky. Kerri just waved to both Micky and Necromancer.

It was only a matter of time that Purity and Mark eventually made their ways down. Purity was dressed in a white dressing gown whilst Mark was still in his street clothes. “So, what’s for dinner?� Purity asked Necromancer. He just tilted his head either side. Although his face wasn’t visible it was obvious he was shaking his head. “No dinner?� Purity asked in shock. “Don’t you eat?�

“Hey, Purity, give him a break, he given us somewhere to sleep for the night, can’t expect him to feed us as well� Micky said, feeling sorry for Necromancer about their previous discussion. “We got anything proper on us?� Micky asked. The group started to shake their heads, even Pikachu and Wobbuffet did. Finally Micky noticed his sisters hand in the air, drawing attention to herself to say she had food. “What you got on you?� Micky asked. She ran up the stairs, returning in a few minutes wit ha bag and what appeared to be microwave food. “Well, that’s nice and stuff Kerri, but, we can’t cook that� Micky said to her bluntly.

“There’s food in the cupboard� Necromancer said in a dark mumble. Micky didn’t realise he had spoke at first and when he finally figured it out he still had to do what he always does and ask what he said again. He replied in the same tone with the same words, yet this time slightly louder. Micky headed towards the kitchen, followed by the group leaving Necromancer all alone. When they got to the kitchen they started flapping open cupboards until they found one that had tins of food. Tinned Sausage imitations, baked beans, sweat corn, all sorts of tinned food, probably enough to last a year, and it seemed to be that they had been in that cupboard for years. They were still edible so Micky started up a fire with the medieval oven and started to boil the tinned food.

The group had made a somewhat decent meal and placed it all out on plates for all of them and Necromancer. When they brought it back to the lounge Necromancer was nowhere to be found. The candles remained floating around but gave no sign as to what direction he went. The urn was gone and there was just silence. The silence was soon broken by the group speaking about the house as well as other stuff, ranging from childhood stuff to conversations about the stuff leading up to the lot of them meeting. Eventually they all started to leave, beginning with Kerri who felt a little out of place having to write down what she wanted to say, Angle leaving with her. Karen left afterwards and feeling a bit out of place, Purity did so to, leaving Micky and Mark talking to each other. It wasn’t the easiest conversation for them to have, in between them both liking Purity and Micky’s hatred for Wobbuffet, they weren’t exactly good friends. The conversation was mostly about Pokemon until eventually Mark said he was tired. Micky had no intention of sleeping in this house and just lied saying he’d be up soon.

Micky wanted to know where Necromancer had gone off to, also interested in how he ended up how he was. He headed down the corridor, waving his hand to encourage some candles to follow him. Micky could see no sign off him in the house and was ready to give up until he finally found what appeared to be him. Laying on a long brown table, laid out like he were about to be cremated was Necromancer, the golden urn floating above him. Micky took a moment to think what he was going to say before finally blurting out a “So this is where you got off to.�

The moment Micky finished speaking he sat up, breathing in air loudly before turning his head to Micky. He was no longer wearing his black hat, Micky could see his hair and face. His eyes were cold and dark, no sign of colour within them. His hair was long for a guy. Nowhere near as long as Micky’s but it stretched down to the bottom of his neck. It looked to be dirty and greasy, probably going for the been dead for years hairstyle. He had black beard, moustache connected with it, seeming never shaven in his life. His skin was a pale dead white, a chilling sight. Micky was right when he assumed this guy was wearing a black tank top, baring his arms that were as pale as his face, aside from the tattoos that were printed on them. Micky could depicts some, zombie like creatures in green flames, all sorts of other stuff that resembled pain and death also upon his arms. His cold eyes never left Micky’s face, always staring at him waiting for him to continue speaking.

Micky sensed he should continue speaking, seeing as Necromancer seemed to be in no mood to start off a conversation. “So….you weren’t hungry?� Micky said, hoping for some kind of reply.

“No� he replied coldly, still focused now staring at his eyes, mentally burning a hole through him.

“You wanna tell me the rest of what happened?� Micky asked, hoping to be answered with yes.

His eyes focused away from Micky, now staring into nothingness in thought. “You don’t have to you know?� Micky said in a somewhat caring way.

“My mother lost her mind when my father died. His death was unexplained. He was found hanging from a chandelier, a few feet above the ground.� He paused for a few moments to take in the emotion that he must have locked away all his life. “Him and I were the last of the family bloodline that owned this house and so the deed was turned over to me. I was only five, still not understanding what had happened. My mother fired all the maids and servants that worked for us. She started to lose her mind, losing self control, obsessed with blood, writing Murder all over the walls.� Micky was lost in the story, just listening and imagining life from his position.

“She held a party the night we cremated my father. I woke in the middle of the night to find the main ball room empty. When I flicked on the lights I found everyone’s body hacked to pieces, yet no trace of blood. That was barely the start of the nightmare. I tried running up the stairs but I was welcomed by a tidal wave of blood. There was so much of it, almost every drop that could have came from the bodies that lay on the ball room floor. I could feel myself drowning as I fell down the stairs from the force of the blood. When it finally ran out I found myself laying on the concrete outside, blood soaking the front doors, concrete and even the dirt. I sat up to find my mother digging a hole in the ground. I tried running to her for comfort but she was having none of it. She smashed my skull with the spade. I lay there, my vision blurred under my own blood. She picked me up and threw me into a coffin, next to my dad’s urn. She slammed the coffin shut and I can only guess she threw it into the hole. I felt my body fall almost ten feet. I scratched, clawed and screamed trying to get out but my mother wouldn’t hear me. I could hear her throwing dirt onto the wooden cell that I was trapped in.�

He closed his eyes, Micky could only guess to try and hide tears. He knew this guy was definitely the tough guy kind of person. Micky could tell he wasn’t going to speak no more when he slammed himself back into the dead position. Micky walked off, thinking about everything Necromancer had said to him. He lay awake in bed, watching the floating candles dance in their own little twirls, circling Micky’s bed, and creating patterns that soothed him off to sleep. Micky could finally see why Necromancer would keep these creepy things around. He finally drifted off to sleep, starting to dream what Necromancer had told him.

‘Put me in a homemade cellar, put me in a hole for Shelter. Someone hear me please, all I see is hate, I can hardly breathe and I can hardly take it’ - Purity, Slipknot.

Well, the basis for Necromancer’s behaviour, look and style is based on WWE’s Undertaker. The story is a mix of ‘The Shining’ and the story of ‘Purity’ from crimescene.com which is about a girl being buried alive by an ex-boyfriend as well as a bit of my own of course, And before you ask, yes the name Purity is taken from the same girl from the story, although she is actually based on people I know, just the name is taken from it. I am also aware this is left on a cliff hanger but meh, just means you’ll have to read the next chapter .

[Dragonfree]

Wow. Just wow. The mood, the style, the way you described... it all made this chapter into one scary but awesome piece of writing. I liked Necromancer and everything about him, and Grave Mansion is probably one of my favorite locations out of everything I've ever read. Cool stuff.

I'm going to make sure it wins some of the Silver Pencil awards...