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Also, a cliche is an over-used phrase.
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Otto=ottO: Yes... So very nice to you! ^^;;
Doomykins: Isn't Nip the cutest name? =^-^=
Snakes N' Legends: LOL! He doen't like her like THAT! He feels more like a father to her... It's a different kind of love.
AquaBabe727: The Gyarados territory was at first inhabited by only two Gyarados. The male had once been own by a trainer... That's where the accent comes from.
Crystalmaster Mike: What exactly is a cliché?
Ace Blaze: OKAY! Here it is!!! Ya happy?! (j/k)
V.o.t.M: HELLO!!! Da fishies who go "Karp!" when ya poke 'em with yer pointer finger??? Lol! ^^ I'm so happy you're reading this!
Zach Starmourn: Tell me about it...
And here it is, chapter ten! The LONGEST chapter yet!!! ^-^
~*~Chapter 10~*~
“Look, I’m telling you, Magi is my FRIEND! She’s not from around here! She’s not a Gyarados-born Magikarp! She doesn’t eat meat, and she saved my life! YOU MUST LET HER GO!” Keshaa screamed angrily.
The little crippled Magikarp had been led to the council as he wished, but the ten Kingdra and two Seadra before him seemed to listen just as well as the guard.
The scarred old Pokemon looked just as bad off as he did… Well, not quite as bad, but they looked almost striped with all the battle scars they held from fights in the past. They looked strong despite their age, and wise, but there was a coldness in their eye that Keshaa didn’t like. All these Pokemon killings seemed to have hardened their hearts…
Keshaa’s grip on a bit of seaweed tightened as he realized he wasn’t getting through to them. They had stopped listening to him, and there was no way at all he could help Magi without the help of StripFang, and the Gyarados couldn’t fit in the tunnels. After all she had done for him… He had blown his chance to return at least on of the favors. Keshaa shut his eye and held back the tears he knew would come.
The Hosea’s evolutions watched him quietly.
“You have obviously been through a lot, little Horsea,” said a Kingdra in the middle, swimming forward near Keshaa. The scarred Horsea looked up at him, still trying to keep from crying, and trembled slightly at the sight of him.
The Kingdra had a Horsea and Seadra’s basic shape, but it wasn’t all the spiky in any way. Instead, its more scaled, with dull horns on it head and around the one fin it had on its back. Its face and the top of its spout was protected with a hard shell… Though overall, it didn’t look all that frightening.
No, the frightening part was its scarred face and body, the its great size, and that it had such a cold look in its eyes. The frightening part was that this was obviously the leader of this whole prison, and had been responsible for many deaths of Magi’s kind to save its own. Those facts were what made Keshaa suddenly want to shrink away as it approached… but of course he couldn’t, and he was stuck on that bit of seaweed as the Kingdra began to question him.
“Tell us why you are really here, little one,” said the Kingdra, without any hint of truly caring in its voice. Keshaa gulped back his fear, and responded.
“I’m come to save a Magikarp, because she saved me…” he said, forcing himself to ignore the muffled laughter from the rest of the council.
“Did she?” questioned the Kingdra patiently, as though he thought Keshaa was crazy. The Horsea lifted his head indignantly, offended at his tone, but answered calmly, still intimidated by the creature. This old Kingdra was most likely the boss of this place for a reason.
“Yes she did. Her name is Magi, and she’s gone out of her way to help me many times. I owe her my life three times at least! She’s not like any Magikarp I’ve ever seen… Something as special as her must be saved!” The Kingdra looked almost sorry for Keshaa as it answered.
“Little one… Are you sure you’re not trying to make us let this Magikarp go because of that Gyarados that came here with you?” Keshaa was appalled.
“What?!” he asked in shock.
“That Gyarados looked very aggressive, and why would it be partners with you? Obviously it has given you a lot of pain. Could it be that you were… forced to plea for this rather large Magikarp’s escape?”
“FORCED to save Magi?! That’s the dumbest—”
“Did the Gyarados attack you, child?”
At this question Keshaa fell silent.
“Well?”
Keshaa looked at the ground, debating on how to answer this question. StripFang HAD been the one to… but… if he answered truthfully, that would get him nowhere…
“N-no…” Keshaa stuttered uncomfortably. “No, the Gyarados saved me as well… from a bunch of predatory Magikarp…”
The Kingdra looked far from believing him.
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The four Magikarp huddled together in the darkness, even the vicious one too frightened at the moment to care. The Chinchou were gone, the Seadra were gone… and across the tunnel was a light, where their hunter most certainly waited. This was it… this was the battle between life and death… and there was little chance of a few Magikarp ever winning against a mighty, undefeated Mantine. Whatever THAT was…
Magi smelled fear in them all, but the female Magikarp found herself more frightened than anybody. The vicious Magikarp pressed against her, shaking badly, and murmuring its promises that if they ever got out alive, it would do its best to change its ways. Nip also trembled, but stopped when Karp nudged her reassuringly. Then he started whispering that they would indeed make it, at no matter what the cost. Magi indeed hoped so…
~*~*~
It was the most magnificent place Keshaa had ever seen!
The Horsea had been brought to the battling arena after arguing in vain to get the Kingdra and Seadra to listen. They had decided that this Magikarp Keshaa wanted to save was precious to the Gyarados, and therefore must be very deadly. Poor Magi… even if she did (somehow) win this fight, she would be killed anyway… The thought made Keshaa’s heart rip in two. After all she had done for him… he had just made her situation worse.
The crippled Horsea shook his head and turned his attention to the fighting arena. It was actually a very, very large cave, with a huge, deep dip in the ground where the Pokemon were to battle. This hole was covered in stones, plants and such, where the opponents could use things like the element of surprise in their battles.
Out of the hole the ground went up almost in layers, where a crowd patiently sat. This floor rose gradually where one could sit comfortably, but was steep enough where someone behind another could see above the other’s head.
The ceiling above them was carved with Horsea, Seadra, and Kingdra writing, with pictures of various Water Pokemon among the writing. It was beautifully crafted, a work of art. Yet, it’s writing was of violence, death, and the terrible things the seahorses had been through because of the Magikarp and Gyarados. It made Keshaa’s skin crawl.
He then decided to turn his attention to the rest of the arena, and noticed that near the ceiling, Chinchou and Lanturn were comfortably having conversations with one another, their glowing spheres lighting up the underground cave. The light was dappled, and was one reason this place looked like art.
He himself was on a sort of balcony that jutted out from the wall far above the other spectators. Around him was the council, each one on their own smooth, glistening stone. Keshaa was led to sit beside the Kingdra that had questioned him earlier: the leader of this whole colony.
A sudden cry of some unknown, hidden Pokemon, echoed through the cavern, snapping Keshaa out of his thoughts and silencing everyone in the room. The Kingdra swam off the ground, and went over to the edge of the balcony. Then, he began a speech.
“Welcome Seadra and Kingdra, to the slaughter of the Magikarp!” Here the crowd cheered. The scarred Kingdra waited until they settled down, then continued.
“As you know, the Magikarp and Gyarados came to our territory hundreds of years ago, cutting it in half for their own pleasure. At first, it was only two: a female, and a heavily accented male. They ate us, and we did nothing, figuring this was nature’s way, and there were too many of us anyway. Then, they had children, and the Magikarp were taught to eat flesh instead of plants. They used their numbers to their advantage, and as they grew and evolved, they had children of their own. Soon we were overwhelmed with the death of so many, and our numbers dwindled to nothing. When the Magikarp began to develop sharp teeth, and stopped killing the Pokemon first, then eating it, that was the last straw. Thus, our mighty army was created, to stop the terrible and unnatural ways of these Pokemon, and we will continue until they are gone!!”
The crowd cheered again, and then silenced. The Kingdra continued.
“Today, we have a special guest. Someone who has been attacked by Magikarp, and Gyarados, and lived…”
A Seadra behind Keshaa gave him a nudge, and miserably, the little Horsea struggled to the edge of the balcony, having trouble with no fin and no one helping him. Once the made it, gasps filled the cave, and low murmurs followed. Keshaa was a terrible sight to see.
The little Horsea looked up at the Kingdra, having difficulty not crying. He was being used for display, as an example, and something to enrage the Seadra and Kingdra below him. Suddenly Keshaa felt like a freak, and realized how he would never truly fit in again. When the Kingdra glanced at him, he looked at the floor, trying to hide the flush coming into his face.
“You may come back now,” whispered someone from the council, and Keshaa backed away. His head hung low as he rested on the rock, and he tried not to listen to the rest of the Kingdra’s speech.
“As you can see, these creatures are becoming more and more violent, and much be stopped! They must be DESTROYED!!!” The crowd let out battle cries noisily, hurting Keshaa’s one ear. Without waiting, the Kingdra’s rose above the shouts.
“LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!!!”
Keshaa’s head jerked back up, and he felt his heart go cold. This was it… this was the fight.
~*~*~
Magi listened to the muffled words of some Pokemon absently, her mind on other things. She would never again see her brother… She would never have children… She would never feel the warmth of the shallow waters; the sun filling her with pleasure and calmness. She would never learn what it was like to talk to a land Pokemon, a dream she had often dreamt ever since her brother told her about it. She would never see her dear friend, Keshaa… Magi’s sadness and fear were overwhelming. They were going to die.
A sudden, deep cry of some great Pokemon entered the Magikarp’s ears, and she froze. It was the Mantine.
All the Magikarp jumped as the bars of their cage somehow lifted, and they were shoved out: by what they did not know.
Magi winced at the bright light, then, when her eyes had adjusted, she glanced over at her team. Karp, Nip, the other Magikarp, and… RAYS?! Magi stared in shock, and would have blinked if she could. Yes, there indeed was their befriended Chinchou, looking rather over confident across the room at something. Magi reluctantly followed her gaze… to see the Mantine.
The creature was HUGE! Each of its fins was as large as its body, though they were more like flippers than fins. It was flattish, but wide, and its small dark eyes held something that filled the golden female Magikarp with dread. Antennae, or something similar, were on either side of its head, and it had a long, flowing, ribbon-like tail. Its main colors were dark blue one top, with white rings on each fin/flipper, and white underneath. Its ribbon of a tail was blue.
The immense sight and ferocity of their opponent distinguished any hope Magi had gotten from a Chinchou on their side. This creature would be unstoppable.
The Mantine stared at them, looking as confident as Rays, then let out another ear-splitting cry. In panic, all the Magikarp scattered, except for the vicious Magikarp. It found there was something attractive in this creature’s scent… It smelled strongly of Magikarp blood. Slowly, as though it were in a trance, the red Magikarp swam over to the Mantine, and sank its little teeth into the creature’s hide. The Mantine watched its efforts with slight amusement, as it tried gnawing on its side, and then, after a while, it got bored, and whacked its flipper/fin down onto the Magikarp, hard. There was a crack, and the now dead Pokemon drifted to the ocean floor, its body bent in an impossible angle. Magi was horrified.
Rays grinned slightly at the Mantine, who had now turned its attention to her, and let a bit of electricity pass from one dewdrop to the other. The Mantine seemed to understand the danger of fighting her, and turned away, looking for another Magikarp to slay. Rays grew slightly annoyed.
Magi’s heart raced as she lay as still as possible amongst some vegetation. She felt isolated, her instincts telling her to get to a school of her species that did not exist. She tensed as the Mantine’s huge form swam over her, but it did not see her, and continued on its way. Relieved, she relaxed a bit, but not too much, still wary. It would be close to her no matter what she did.
There were a few minutes more in which the Mantine kept searching, and the Chinchou started calling challenges. It ignored her.
Then, suddenly, a scream was heard, and Magi saw Nip race over her in panic, the Mantine close behind. There was another cry of surprise from someone else, and Magi carefully lifted her head out of the seaweed to find Karp desperately trying to get the Mantine away from the little red Magikarp. He screamed over and over again, sometimes getting enough bravery to call the Mantine names. It ignored him; it had found its next target already.
Nip shouted her pleas of mercy as she swam as fast as she could, terrified of her chaser. The Mantine seemed deaf; it gave no notice of her words, nor Karp’s or Ray’s. It chased Nip around and around, never tiring, or showing exertion of any sort for that matter.
In the crowds, Kingdra and Seadra shouted different ways they wanted to see the little girl Magikarp killed.
As the Mantine began to tire of its chase, it shot a stream of bubbles into Nip, hard enough to injure her. With a small cry, the Magikarp sank to the ground.
Magi got enough nerve to swim out of her hiding place, and went to see of Nip was still alive. Much to her relief, she was, but very weak. Magi gently nudged her, whispering for her to get into a hiding place. Nip made no answer.
The sudden low cry of the Mantine made Magi spin around quickly. It was only a few feet away, and was looking at her coldly. Magi was too frightened to move.
With another cry, the Mantine shot towards her, planning on crushing both the weaklings with its body. Then, something happened that the Mantine had not intended…
Magi glanced away at the blinding light. The Mantine screamed in agony. When the light died down, the huge monster looked slightly charred, and confused. It looked wildly about, wondering where the strong attack had come from. Magi looked around, too.
Both Pokemon’s eyes rested on Rays. The little Chinchou, usually friendly and cheerful, had a deadly, enraged look to her, and huge sparks of electricity were coming from her dewdrops. Obviously, she had had enough of being ignored, and was getting her revenge.
The Mantine grew furious!
With a cry louder and more frightening than any it had previously made, the Pokemon shot towards Rays, and rammed its body into hers. The Chinchou was hurled backwards into the stone wall, hitting it so hard she made an indention. This terrible attack was followed by a stream of bubbles, weakening the Water/Electric Pokemon even further. Rays could barely get up.
Preparing for one final blow, again with its body, the Mantine charged. Magi turned away, not wanting to see her friend’s pain, and noticed that Nip was starting to move.
The Mantine cherished the sudden look of fear the Chinchou had as I swam closer and closer. It could not move at the moment, and the Magikarp were too weak to do anything…
Or so it thought.
Out of nowhere, a terrible pain went through the Mantine’s side, and it stopped to see what had caused it. Before it was a male Magikarp, redder than any it had ever seen. A great spike rested on its head plate, and blood was drifting off this into the water. The Mantine looked at the huge gash in its side with great surprise. The Magikarp had somehow caught up with it, driven his spike in, and dragged it all the way down the Mantine’s side.
With another angry cry, but this one a bit weaker, the Mantine swam towards the Magikarp, wincing at its bad wound. The Pokemon stuck out his tongue and swam away, hiding in an especially large amount seaweed. The Mantine moaned. The Magikarp was trying to trick it. If it tried searching for him, he would surprise attack it over and over again with its spike until it died. The Mantine had never seen such a clever Pokemon in its life.
With a slight growl, the Mantine turned its attention back to the two female Magikarp, who were obviously weaker than their partners. Yet… it found that they had vanished!
Magi was impressed by Karp, but even his efforts had failed in destroying the Mantine. The creature was impossibly strong. It would take all their efforts to destroy it. This she said to Nip, who was beside her. The little Magikarp nodded, and together the two of them warily swam out of their hiding place to do their part.
Gulping down her fear Magi, made a sudden dash towards the Mantine, and knocked herself into it as hard as she could. Nip followed, and also rammed into it, in the same place. The Mantine made a sort of grunting noise, and turned around.
For a minute, everyone froze.
Then, letting out her own deep cry, Magi shot towards to Mantine again, risking everything, right into its left eye. Nip attacked as well, but instead of going to its other eye, she sank her teeth into the wound Karp had made, shaking her head to rip it’s muscles.
The Mantine screamed, twisting its body in pain, and hit both Magikarp with its fins. Magi and Nip let out little screams as they were hit, and drifted to the ocean floor. Nip was only grazed across the head, but Magi was hit dead on, and she listened miserably to the snapping of some bone somewhere inside her. She found herself drifting… drifting… The pain at first terrible, then fading into nothingness. She was doomed to die.
Panicking, Karp swam out of his hiding place when the two females attacked, and watched miserably as his friends were struck. He winced at the loud cracking noise that came from one of them, and watched silently as they drifted to the ground. The crowds roared with excitement, but the male Magikarp paid them no heed.
He was too full of anger.
With a loud cry, he swam to the Mantine himself, stabbing his spike into its flesh repeatedly, and dodging its attacks with skill he never knew he had.
The Mantine was very surprised at this battle. It had never fought Pokemon this high of levels and skill as it was fighting now, and it was paying badly for its guard being let down. You’d think that the Kingdra would have given it some sort of warning…?
The Mantine began to swing faster, trying its hardest to hit the male Magikarp. Over and over and over it went… until it was sure this was its last fight…
Then, it finally hit him. Hard.
There was a snap as the male Magikarp was knocked into a wall in a similar way the Chinchou had. Then it fell.
~*~*~
The Mantine nodded to the cheering crowds, its pride brought back tenfold. It was the mightiest of all fighters! It let out a fierce grin, making the cheers louder, but then, all went quiet.
Curiously, the Mantine turned to see what they were staring at, and found itself looking at the male Magikarp, who had somehow survived. The snapping sound had simply been the cracking of its head plate, and this injury it seemed to ignore easily in its adrenaline rush of hate.
Growling, the Mantine swam towards it, and pinned it to the wall.
“Ye shall die for what ye hath done…” it hissed at him, but to its disappointment, not a trace of fear entered his enraged features. Angry, the Mantine pushed the Magikarp into the wall harder, forcing it to gasp in pain. It grinned darkly, squeezing even harder. The male Magikarp could not help but let out a scream.
Then, a sudden, unexpected voice stopped it.
“You bad Pokemon, yes yes! You evil. I good. I kill you. You weak to lightning. I have lightning, yes yes! You hurt friends. You die. Goodbye!”
The Mantine released the Magikarp at the sight of the Chinchou. Rays was back up, still hurt badly, but recovered enough to keep fighting, and ready for the next round. Oh, how the Mantine loathed her. How it wished she were dead!!!
Grinning evilly, Rays let out a HUGE bolt of lightning, hitting the Mantine dead on. The Mantine was too enraged to notice. It screamed, not in pain, but in rage, and, ignoring the lightning coursing through its body, it rammed itself into Rays. She was knocked backwards, and was too weak to get up… With nothing to stop it now, the Mantine hit her again, and again, Rays’s screaming growing weaker and weaker, until she was still and silent. With a final blow, the noble Chinchou was crushed, and left in shreds.
Karp could only watch in horror, his strength gone.
“Rays!” squeaked a female voice, and the crimson Magikarp turned to see Nip up and alive, also staring at Rays in horror.
The Mantine did not notice the little red Magikarp, but had its attention turned back to Karp. He was going to die so terribly… and the Mantine would enjoy every moment of it. Swimming slowly over, the Mantine began to press the male Magikarp against the wall again, slowly crushing him. Karp took it for so long, then finally let out a tortured cry.
~*~*~
Nip stared miserably at her friend, unsure of what to do. Tears welled up in her eyes at the struggling Magikarp, who gritted his teeth for a moment, then let out another cry of pain. He was dying… and there was nothing she could do. She was an even weaker Magikarp than he was! How could a bunch of Magikarp win against this thing, anyway?! They were all dead or going to die… including Karp and herself.
Nip had started becoming attached to the male Magikarp, and she felt that if he died, she wouldn’t know what to do! She couldn’t let him die! She just couldn’t!
The little female Magikarp felt a sudden anger she did not know she had fill her, and adrenaline rush through her body. The world suddenly grew white, and a hidden energy released itself. She felt herself growing large, and though it was painful, it felt right, and wonderful. Excited, Nip let out a cry that deepened as time went on, and then she found the light fading, and that she could see again.
The Mantine looked at Nip with shock, letting Karp go once more. NEVER had THIS happened before! Instead of a tiny Magikarp, she was now a long, blue, snake-like creature, with huge fangs, and a mouth that seemed bigger then its head.
Smirking, Nip the Gyarados let out a mighty, “GYAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Mantine just stared in terror.
Slowly, the terrible Gyarados looked down at her opponent, who had started to tremble, and narrowed her eyes with anger…
The attack came so sudden; the Mantine could not have reacted if it wanted to. There was a loud, sickening crunch as Nip bit it in half, and, deciding she was hungry, she began to munch on it. Blood filled the battlegrounds.
~*~*~
Much to the dismay of the Kingdra leader and the Pokemon around him, the male Magikarp also evolved from the experience of the fight, and joined Nip in the feast. Together they let out victory roars and fought over bits of meat here and there.
Then, out of nowhere, the male Gyarados turned to the Pokemon around him.
“I am to be called Fang!” he roared, enjoying the cowering of the Seadra and Kingdra. He also felt the goodness and wonder of now being an individual, and having importance enough to have a name.
Nip nuzzled him, and smiled with satisfaction.
“We’re Gy’dos now, Fang! We won! We did it! ‘N not on’y ‘at, but we’re tha first ta do it!” she whispered. Fang gave a toothy grin. The Kingdra and Seadra would bother them no more…
“Oh, let’s get out of here, Nip! We have a new world to explore!” he suddenly laughed. Nip nodded, and together, the two of them crashed through the actually very thin stone ceiling, laughing at the mess they made for their X-captors to clean up.
They were free, and they’d be free forever.
~*~*~
Keshaa shook all over. He was so very, very horrified, that not even the huge stones falling about him disturbed him. Screams echoed throughout the cave as hundreds of Water Pokemon struggled to escape. He didn’t care. Not after what he had seen…
Magi… was…
Keshaa shut his eyes, feeling the sobbing sounds escaping his throat. The snapping of bone echoed in his ears… the sight of the orange gold Magikarp limply drifting to the ground played over and over in his mind…
“Magi… m… my… my FRIEND!” he suddenly screamed, curling up and weeping. He was alone… all alone… all his friends… gone.
The little Horsea suddenly wanted to die.
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Wow... I knew someone was gonna die, but this....
Also, a cliche is an over-used phrase.
Eeeeeee!
Why do we hurt the ones we love, Magi? WHY?! Poor 'lil Horsea. And Rays! Why?! De annoying talking is gone! WHY?!
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I was hoping that when they evolved they'd worry about their friends. But now they're just as mean. Poor Magi and Rays.
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Crazy, just crazy. Words cannot explain what I think of this chapter. (in case you were wondering, that's a good thing.) I'm stunned.
Where the hell have I been!?
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Wow... I'm totally *gonna use a big word again* flabbergasted!! You'd think Karp'd have some of his honour left after the evolution, but noooo!! Mister wants to play with the big Pokémon now! And well, let me say this, I wouldn't have expected Magi would well... *crack* if you know what I mean. Overall, this here chappy-describing-battle was goooood. I had this animish-like movie playing in my head, you know. And I like those movies...
NOTE: Keshaa really hasn't got any luck. Then you try to safe your friend from dying, but end up pushing her deeper into the mud!!
Thanks Orion, for my reflection...Numbuh 24/7, Teen KND Operative of Sector TNT, [Hey, I can dream, can't I?]
My AP Page, a construction site since 20XX AD.(Spoiler:) The Compas Is A Lie!
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Well... so Magi is dead, or on the verge of death. Keshaa is sad because of it, and wants to die. Yet somehow, he must make it at least a little longer, unless your sig doesn't relate to the story. I'm pretty speechless. I just can't say enough about this story, but chapters like this take that away. Good job.
*Has finally made himself an ava*
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Gee, I wonder if Magi will evolve into a new Pokemon...
I don't know if anyone said this (Just caught up on chapters, didn't read replies) but Fish can't blush. So the Gyrados couldn't blush. See, it's to do with blood and stuff and ours is warm and fish's een't and... Oh whatever. Gyrados can't blush. BTW, I've never seen anything called Fowl in it although your Sig says that. I be confused.
*yawn*
Possibly temporarily back. Again.
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I read this cahppy awhile ago, but was too lazy to respond, Gomen Nasai
I like it, and I certainly want to read more, especially to find out what happened to Magi ^_^
And yes, I've run out of ways to compliment am ^^;;;;
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Coobly!<---(random nonsense word) i like the battle! but i think that the newly dubbed Fang should have tried to help Magi, the poor thing... maby Keshaa will evolve! that would be cool! Keshaa the Seadra to the rescue!!! cant wait 4 updates!
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Erhem.
StripFang to the rescue?
I've got to say, those guys aren't too bright at battling. They've got the o;e' Buffy-Vampire relationship down, "One of these days they're going to realise coming at me one at a time is a good way to get dusted, oops, better not put that in the Vampire training handbook"
Yeah so, Rays, totally dead? Sad. Ish. Would Keesha actually regain ay limbs or anything if he evolved? Oh, yah, how'd the Seadra make bars like that? The whole Seadra town seems a bit Animal Farm to me.
Good stuff though. Me like. Hey, someone tell me why my fic gets now attention?
*yawn*
Possibly temporarily back. Again.
I'm back!
It's been forever since I've posted here ... and boy, have I missed a lot! Wow. I just ... Woah. Poor Rays! *sniffle* She was neat, I'm gunna miss her. Update, S.M.! NOW!! Um, please?
P.S. - Speaking of Animal Farm ... *shudders* Remember last year, Shadowed Mewtwo, when we had to read that and stuff? I'm doing it AGAIN, in my English class!!!! And we're about to start of Romeo and Juliet. AGAIN!!!!! I weep out of self pity. We've already done all the things last year that the Honors English class is doing THIS year. Why ... ?
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Kinda funny, the mentions of ANimal Farm and all. My class read it a few months ago. Didn't think I would actually ever hear it mentioned.
Guess that was a pointless post wasn't it?
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Not quite as pointless as this one. We've just finished watching the movie, and on Tuesday (after a nice looooong five day weekend ^_^) I have to write an essay over the diferences among Squealer, Napoleon, and Snowball. Oh, joy. -_-'
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Yes... um... I was sick, in fact, in fact, I was very sick, so I'm afraid you're only getting a small chapter after so long of waiting. However, the chapter should have enough in it to answer some questions and start new ones! ^^;; Sorry I'm not answering your posts either, but I wanna write the new chapter really bad! This next chap is either the last or second last chapter in Part One!!! Then comes the good stuff!!!!!!!! ^-^
~*~Chapter 11~*~
The entire cave was demolished. Thirty Seadra were dead. And, with no one else to blame, the High Council decided to blame a very helpless Horsea for the crimes.
In his current state, Keshaa really didn’t care.
~*~*~
Sitting above ground, in the cold dark water, were all the Seadra and Kingdra left of the army. They talked and bickered among themselves, all in very low spirits, and in no mood to do much of anything.
Off to one side, close to the great hole the two escaped Gyarados had made, was the High Council. A few members of the council were dead, crushed under sand and stone, lost forever in the rubble. The lowered numbers made the council look small, helpless, and pathetic.
Keshaa sat near them, saved by a kind Seadra, who now sat at his side as the lead Kingdra let out its anger on him. As has been said before, Keshaa didn’t really care, since his heart was in a bit too much turmoil for him to grasp the real world well enough.
“You had something to do with this, Horsea… Your desire to save your “friend” makes you stand out as though you were albino! What part do you have to play in this?! What?!?! ANSWER ME!!!!” the Kingdra leader roared. Keshaa sat before it, on a stone, his head hung low, muttering to himself. The Seadra sat trying to comfort his new friend, looking at the Kingdra uncomfortably.
Keshaa felt like he was in a black, empty void of nothingness. All his friends were dead. The two creatures he had ever cared for were completely gone, and he had done nothing for them. He had not even told them how much they meant to him, had he?! He should have been the one dead a long time ago! He should be dead now!!
The crippled Horsea was knocked back into the spiky Seadra near him as the Kingdra hit him hard. The Seadra got back up, glared at the Kingdra, and checked Keshaa. The Horsea was alive, and fully awake, but he lay there limp and distant.
“Kingdra! Kingdra you brat!!!!* Answer me you stupid little thing!!!” snapped the Kingdra. Keshaa still remained silent, however, having not even heard him. The Seadra that had saved him looked at him worriedly, but Keshaa did not see it, for he was too deep in his sorrows.
“After she saved me… She tried to do so much good… and received so much hate…”
~*~*~
StripFang’s deep red eyes filled with anger at the news of the two newly evolved Gyarados. His massive head lifted toward the skies and his great throat filled with terrible sounds of rage and anger.
Nip and Fang looked at each other uncomfortably. They had been stopped by this stranger and asked about the whereabouts of the little golden Magikarp known as Magi, though of course she was dead. They had no idea that the Gyarados would take the death of some stupid Magikarp so hard, but he had, and they were sure their new lives would end as fast as they had begun.
StripFang roared a long time, his voice full of anger… and sorrow. They had failed. Both he and the Horsea, which was going to die now, had lost a loved one. When he was done, he looked at the ground for a bit, ignoring the uncomfortable young Gyarados before him, then looked up at them.
“That does it…” he said, his voice dangerously soft, and oddly void of any accent. “Those pests have gone too far… Pokemon must never cage, trap, and terminate other Pokemon like that!!! It’s a conspiracy that must be stopped!!! Oooooo… What they did…. GYYYYYYAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”
Fang and Nip jumped at the cry, which was a war cry that would most likely attract every other Gyarados in the area. They looked uncomfortably at each other when he was done, and had started swimming in circles, muttering to himself. Had the Gyarados not known what the Seadra and Kingdra were doing to protect the Horsea? What would they do now? Had the two of them started a war…?
Fang nuzzled Nip, trying to comfort her. True, they had lost care for Magi, but really, Magikarp have difficulty caring for others. Magi was unusual in that sense, loving even those she knew, and this was one reason StripFang cared for her so much. She was special… and now, at least to everyone’s knowledge, she was gone.
Thus let the war begin!!!
~*~*~
The water was thick and murky. It was dark, darker than even the floor of the ocean, for this place was beneath the floor. To be exact, it was the cave where a very special little golden Magikarp had battled, and lost. It had once been an arena, but with all the rocks and sand covering and ruining everything the Kingdra and Seadra had worked so hard to create it was now just a big hole.
It the midnight waters, a single light bobbed around, slowly from stone to stone. It seemed to be searching for something at a painstakingly slow pace. The brightness seemed to add a bit of hope, though its owner felt none.
The light came from a fairly young male Lanturn, who’s face was flushed from its crying and who’s heart was cold with pain. As the large blue fish swam around, holding his orb before him to help him see, he muttered things that could barley be heard, even in the oppressing silence.
“Bad, yes yes. My poor poor Rays… So noble. She something special. Why I loved her, yes yes. She stand up against Masters. She brave. She braver than anybody else! Now she dead… Poor poor Rays… Poor poor wife of mine, yes yes…”
The Lanturn stopped at the ripped and tattered remains of his mate, holding in his breath with shock. His red eyes filled with unseen tears, but he made no sound. A bit of electricity left his orb as he thought of the Mantine that had done this, but of course the Mantine had died a terrible death, and he could get no revenge. Though… there still were the “Masters”…
The Lanturn shook his head and concentrated on what he had come for. With a sad smile, the he buried his nose into the sand near the body of his mate and began to dig a hole. He made it round and large: perfect for his mate’s body to rest in peace. Then, gently, carefully, he nudged what remained of Rays into the freshly dug grave, and buried her, his heart heavy.
Those Seadra and Kingdra would pay…
After a silent prayer, the Lanturn looked about himself and saw the red body of one of Rays’s partners in battle. It was half crushed under a large stone, and looked horribly twisted and ruined. Wincing at the sight, the Lanturn decided to bury it as well to honor it, and covered the body with sand. He said another prayer as he worked, though not as sincere, then decided to politely bury all of Rays’s partners who had helped her in battle. It was the right thing to do.
The Lanturn looked around a long time, and finding the one body left was hard. He eventually found it half buried in some rubble, its bruised and torn face sticking out of the little sharp rocks full of pain.
Rays’s mate was surprised; he had thought both the Magikarp Rays had been fighting for had lived. Yet here was one of the big Magikarp; and this was the palest Magikarp he had ever seen. It had a soft orange gold color, very nice, and it looked like it had been a powerful Magikarp.
The Lanturn gave an honorable bow and words of respect, then scooped up some sand and began to cover it.
~*~*~
Drifting… she was drifting… so far now…
Magi’s unblinking eyes stared about her, in complete shock. She could not move, could not feel… She was nothingness, it seemed. For a long while she drifted in the darkness; forces she could not sense pushing her along.
Then, everything changed.
The darkness she had been in grew a bright blue, and she now saw something coming toward her…
This creature was large, though smaller than a Gyarados. They must have still been in water, for it swam, awkwardly, along, its silver and purple body finless and gill-less. Magi wondered to herself how it was making it in the water like that, with no way to breathe whatsoever.
The creature had what Magi realized were arms and legs, if what she had heard about strange Pokemon was true. Therefore, it was a land Pokemon… The creature’s arms were long and bony, with three knobby fingers on the end of each. Its legs were muscular, with long, two-toed feet. Its head was large, with two necks to support it… Odd… One underneath, and one on the back… Its eyes were purple, as well as its stomach, and a long tail that was thick, muscled, and looked rather deadly.
What was this creature? Why was it here? Why was SHE here?!
The creature stopped when it was close to her, and stared coldly at Magi with its large violet eyes. She felt as though it were angry with her, though why she could not tell…
{It is your entire fault, Foul… Everything that has happened is because of YOU… All the death, all the pain, all thanks to YOU!!! And now you think you can just die and get away with it?! Not while I, the Gold Kami, am living. You shall live long, and meet your punishment with a high head. Just as I did…} It said coldly. Much to Magi’s shock, the voice was not heard through her ears, but directly in her mind, and for a moment she was blinded with glowing blue Psychic energy.
When the light faded, the Pokemon was no longer its silver and purple self, but had somehow turned golden, more golden than her, and its tail was now brown. Its eyes were just as cold, but blue, a deep blue like the bottom of the ocean. Scars covered it, and one eye’s colors were more faded than the other, showing it was blind.
Magi thought silently that this must be the “Gold Kami”, whatever that was…
{Shall you not speak, Foul? Are you still alive?} questioned the Gold Kami snappishly, its small mouth curving into a frown.
“Foul? I’m Magi! A Magikarp! I couldn’t kill anything if I wanted! What are you talking about, Gold Kami, sir?”
The Pokemon did not reply, but instead put its hand on Magi’s head.
{You are becoming delirious. I shall take you to help, then we will try to find a way to soften the anger of those you have hurt…}
“But…” Magi started, then was silenced as the blue energy came around her, oppressing and overwhelming. She had difficulty keeping conscious…
{Don’t worry Foul. I won’t let you die… You’re too special for that.} These last words were spoken with an odd tenderness that had been absent before.
The Gold Kami’s voice was soft yet powerful, like a might that caressed her, protected her, and filled her with strength.
Magi had no idea what was going on, but she found she suddenly liked this Gold Kami, and hoped to see it… him… again soon.
Soon it was dark again.
~*~*~
The Lanturn suddenly stopped burying the body and stared. If he wasn’t mistaken, the Magikarp had just moved…
There it was again! The Magikarp squirmed a little, finding herself stuck, then stopped and rested. After a few moments, she struggled again, this time giving a little cry for help. The sound snapped the Lanturn out of his shock, and he hurriedly started digging the now living Magi out of the sand and rubble.
When Magi was free, she looked herself over in complete surprise. She was perfectly healthy, not a bone broken or bruised. The worst thing she had was a scratch or two. Yet her mind was flooded with the snapping of her own body… the pain… the fading… fading towards that other Pokemon… Wait.
The other Pokemon.
Magi’s heart raced. That must have been a dream… right? Just some weird dream! But then… how was she healed after all that? And, if she had never seen an actual land Pokemon before… how could she think that up? Her imagination could never have thought THAT up! What was a Kami, anyway?!
“You okay? Sorry I bury you, yes yes… I think you dead. All things here dead now. Just you live. You lucky. You got big toughness. Tough fo’ a Gy’dos fishy! You not ev’n hurt bad, no no!” the Lanturn apologized with surprise. He had not expected to see Magi so healthy.
Magi turned to him, not noticing his presence before, and smiled slightly. The Lanturn must have healed her. Yes, that was it! She had just had a weird dream that filled her with emotions, but it was still just a dream. She could forget it now.
“Yes, thank you for saving me, sir. I owe you my life,” she said politely, giving the Lanturn a little bow. He bowed back, grinning, then turned to a tunnel and started swimming away.
Suddenly frightened of being alone in the dark, Magi followed the strange Lanturn closely behind.
(*Pokemon will sometimes curse when very angry. However, when they do this from a Pokemon’s point of view, the cursing will not be translated. Instead, you will only hear the Pokemon say its name where the word was spoken.)
Weak Might
YEEEEE!! ^_^ I think I have a pretty good idea what is going on here ... and yet .... Well, anyway, that was another absolutely amazing chapter!!! *sigh* I feel the sudden urge to illustrate this story ... Now, if only I could remember what a Magikarp looked like. *runs over to do a google image search*
Goldmew!
Gold Kami, eh?Eeee! Time for super fun, shiny style! And for 'dos of you who dun speak Japanese, Kami means God. Now you feel smart!
Weak Might
Kami doesn't directly mean God, not in our western sense. It's some sort of supernatural being that lives in trees and rocks and mountains. Some more important then others. Of course, I'm not sure. It's part of the Shinto religeon.
Anyhoo, I think the idea of a Kami is strange, makes it less appealing sort of. I dunno...
Where the hell have I been!?
Weak Might
But Otto, there're so many Pokémon Kami's out there, aren't there, Votty?
Nice... Thus Magi lives on...
Thanks Orion, for my reflection...Numbuh 24/7, Teen KND Operative of Sector TNT, [Hey, I can dream, can't I?My AP Page, a construction site since 20XX AD.(Spoiler:) The Compas Is A Lie!
Weak Might
Hmm, I'm going to quote a great author on this one, Stan Sakai, (He did JUsagi Yojimbo, I think he's american, but researches deeply into his stuff)
"There is no exact English equivelant to the word kami. Sometimes it's been translated tas "god." However, ancestors can also be kami, and the government was once known as okami. I chose to translate it as "deity" or "divinity", though this is still inaccurate. According to The Kojiki, Japan has eight million good kami nad ten million evil spirits."
*yawn*
Possibly temporarily back. Again.
Weak Might
So that's where Foul comes from. Well, I thought Magi wouldn't die so quickly... What Pokemon is that Golden Kami anyways? Couldn't reconize it.
Weak Might
Can I tell him, SM? Or will you?
Thanks Orion, for my reflection...Numbuh 24/7, Teen KND Operative of Sector TNT, [Hey, I can dream, can't I?My AP Page, a construction site since 20XX AD.(Spoiler:) The Compas Is A Lie!
Weak Might
If you all must know, Kami is what you call a high-ranked Mewtwo. (I was going to explain this later, but now's as good a time as any I suppose)
Since Kami pretty much represents a powerful, super natural creature, Mewtwos enjoy giving EXTREMELY powerful Mewtwos the title Kami, with something else in the title to tell them apart. A good example would be Vappy's Ice Kami, whom I learned this from. (The two of us cross our fics a lot... ^^;; )
Indeed, the Ice Kami is interesting to read about. My "Gold Kami" is an old character, who usually goes by a different name, but you'll find out more about him later...
Rainstone: Yay! I'd love to see illustrations of my fic! *feels special now*
Otto=ottO: This Kami is a normal, mortal Pokemon... You aren't leaving this story, are you?! ;_;
Weak Might
OOoooh! Oooohhh!! The "Gold Kami" is ASHES, right? RIGHT!? I LURV Ashes!!!!! ^_^ *giggles insanely* Ashes is AWESOME!
P.S.--- S.M., please rid out your PM inbox!!!!
Weak Might
Hell no, I'm not leaving. Sometimes though, unless the writer delivers it the right way, I don't like not knowing. And sure if the Mewtwo want to be called Kami's, fine with me. (although I thought there was only one made, but if Mewtwo's a unisex... *shudders*)
Where the hell have I been!?
Weak Might
Well Otto, in the Anime there is only the one and original Mewtwo, but SM and V.o.t.m. are known to 'create' a whole bunch more of Mewtwo's and Mewtwo-hybrids, like in Votty story "Listen to the word of the Ice Kami...", which features Ashes, a Golden (Shiny) Mewtwo SM originally came up with in her old fic "Year of the Clones", which had a couple sequels and some sort of spinoff.
I hope you understand all the unsaid facts behind this Golden Kami now.
Thanks Orion, for my reflection...Numbuh 24/7, Teen KND Operative of Sector TNT, [Hey, I can dream, can't I?My AP Page, a construction site since 20XX AD.(Spoiler:) The Compas Is A Lie!
Weak Might
Bwee-HEE-HEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Darby-My, all these little Mew clones don't know their place, do they.
Zip it! You'll ruin everything.
Darby-*smirks*
Weak Might
It's odd seeing your story not on the first page, SM, so I'm going to bump it up. ^_^ Please update!!!
Weak Might
that was a good chapter! the Gold Kami, hu? this plot is getting more and more intricate! cant wait to see those illistrations!
Weak Might
Rain Stone you are in violation of Rule 6 of the Fan Fic Forum.
6)Do not spam (make completely pointless posts). The following are all spam :
-Posting only to advertise your fic
-Posting many minuscule fics at once.
-Bumping
-Posting very short (one or two lines of text) replies in a chain story.
*yawn*
Possibly temporarily back. Again.
Weak Might
Aren't chain stories games, thus not having anything to do with the Fanfic forum?Originally posted by Darien Shields
[B]Rain Stone you are in violation of Rule 6 of the Fan Fic Forum.
6)Do not spam (make completely pointless posts). The following are all spam :
-Posting only to advertise your fic
-Posting many minuscule fics at once.
-Bumping
-Posting very short (one or two lines of text) replies in a chain story.
And the Hybrids, Do they have a specialty? Do they control another type as well? Or will we learn more of these Moo2s (mewtwos) in the future? (I just noticed theirs a game shortened to Mo03....)
Where the hell have I been!?
Weak Might
Well... a Gold Kami. I was beginning to wonder when a Mewtwo would appear. Seems as though they are everywhere nowadays.
Weak Might
Why the hell are you asking me about Chain Stories? I didn't write teh rules, I'm not a Mod. I just felt it prudent to state that he was in violation. The Rule's coppied and pasted. And it's Bumping that's in Bold. And Chain Stories aren't games, I mean they're esentially an extension of things like Shiny Marril and Mist's joint story?
*yawn*
Possibly temporarily back. Again.
Weak Might
*whimper* I'M SO SORRY! I forgot!!! Won't happen again, I promise. *shrinks into corner* I hate getting in trouble.....
And it's SHE, by the way.
Weak Might
I'm sorry, Stone's don't barre genders.
I've been out of the loop for a while, and to tell your the truth I was probably never really in the loop to begin with, more like floating along side it or being deflected from it. So I don't know much about the world that Votm and SM write in so I've got a question and I hope it isn't out of place.
How do all these Mewtwo come into being? I understand how one showed up via cloning, but these new ones I dunno.
Shame he couldn't do a healing job on Keisha. I wonder if he came back as a ghost pokemon (hypothetically speaking) would he get his limbs back?
*yawn*
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Weak Might
Otto=ottO: O_O;; No, Mewtwo is male and would have children with females...
Crystalmaster Mike: Shush! You're giving too much away!!!!
Ultra_Poke2000: Thankee!!!! ^-^ I love complex plots, don't you?
Zach Starmourn: Heh... you know me all to well... ^^;;
Darien Shields: This story will explain everything, so you'll get to find out lots about the multi-Mewtwo populations, hybrids, and a few new little tid bits that nobody's seen. You'll just find out about it later...
Rainstone: I'd be scared if you weren't a girl... 'Cause you were the last time I saw you!And also, don't be sad about bumping. I don't mind too much... and you didn't know that bumping was bad!
Meh... Don't you just "love" it when you're sick for a week, then the next week you have so much school work you can't write at all? Evilness!!!!!!!!
Thankfully, I'm on my last, assignment, however, where I have to write a short story. Yayness! Perhaps I'll post it on the boards when I'm done. ^^ Until then, just be patient, k? I'm sorry you've had to wait so long.
Weak Might
Hey I just figured it out! The silouhette is Magi with Keisha on her back!
Sorry, I thought it was a Magikarp with some wierd flower bud or something stemming from their back.
Sorry to be off topic, but it just took me a while.
*yawn*
Possibly temporarily back. Again.
Weak Might
Are the Fics with the custom Mewtwo's still on TPM? How many are 'dere and what is there names?
*yawn*
Possibly temporarily back. Again.
Weak Might
Sorry to hear you've been sick SM. I've been through that recently too. Ten pages of homework also plagued me, so I know how you feel. I snuck in a few chapters between assignments though... Besides, I think I can wait for the next chapter. I've not really had enough time on the internet to read full chapters lately.
There are plenty of custom Mewtwo fics, as has already been said. My fic has a few (or fourteen to be more exact) differrent breeds of "Mewvolutions" in it. You're in luck, I just reached that part in writing it.
Anyway, Ice Kami is floating around here somewhere, and there is a link to my fic in my sig. But as for Year of the Clones, can't say that I can find it myself, it was actually the first fic I searched for because I left for a while and missed the last few chapters posted.
I know those aren't all of them of course, but the only 3 I've read.
Weak Might
Please do not hate me... This chapter is not my best. ^^;; It's kinda fast paced at first, and you'd better remember everything that happened in the last chapter to understand the beginning. After that it's okay.
~*~Chapter 12~*~
The water was stained red that night.
Bodies drifted through the water, that of Horsea, Seadra, Kingdra, Magikarp, and even a Gyarados or two. The battles were vicious, terrible things that ended with at least one creature dying every time.
StripFang was in a blind rage over the fact that the little Horsea had betrayed him and let Magi die. He had killed more than anyone else, and no Pokemon could touch him. His jaws open wide in a snarl, and he searched frantically for Keshaa, who long since fled and hid.
~*~*~
Magi listened fearfully deep in the tunnels, pressed close to Ray’s mate for comfort. The earth shook around her, and her ears were filled with the roars and screams of war. The male Lanturn also looked worried, and every once in a while a bit of electricity would leave his orb, meaning he was edgy. Neither dared to move.
A few Gyarados entered the cavern to search for more Pokemon to slaughter. They were enjoying themselves, and couldn’t wait for the feast that would follow this massacre. Three of them swam about the cave, their long, slender bodies curving easily around the stones jutting out of various places. They had a graceful, yet deadly look to them, their massive forms covered in plates, fins, and scales that shone in what little light there was. Their purple eyes reflected the light like a cat’s, and with their long teeth, they looked as destructive as they were.
After searching, one found the tunnels hidden behind a pile of smaller stones, and bellowed his discovery to his partners. The three of them squeezed into the tunnels one by one, finding it difficult to move around. However, they smelled several creatures in the tunnels and felt their warmth, so they went on.
Magi froze as she listened to the churning of the water. It was moving a lot for a Pokemon, so it had to be something large.
Her very heart stopped when a rumble came from a nearby tunnel, and the shadow of a Gyarados appeared on the walls from the light of the Lanturn beside her. Quickly, the Lanturn dimmed his light, and gave a little shudder of fear. Why the Gyarados had suddenly attacked was beyond them, but they were in no mood to die.
Both Pokemon watched as the huge creature passed one by one, not noticing them. A few moments passed, then there were screams of Chinchou, Lanturn, and Magikarp, followed by flashes of light and great roars from the Gyarados. The ground began to move again, and a few stones fell from the ceiling, causing Magi and the male Lanturn to bolt. The listened in fear to the rumbles of the Gyarados, then horrible crunches echoed through the underground path, followed by wisps of red. Magi and the Lanturn looked at each other in the dim light, both terrified out of their mind. At the roar of one of the Gyarados, they both fled out of their hiding place, through the ruined arena and into the open.
~*~*~
Keshaa looked up at the huge Gyarados before him, trembling with terror. He was positively sure StripFang had gone completely mad. The Gyarados had just torn apart another Gyarados to get to him! He’d done it without a second thought!
Keshaa shut his eyes and curled into a little ball. Maybe StripFang would kill him quickly, and he could be with his friends again without suffering too much. Maybe…
The red-eyed Gyarados shouted his hatred to Keshaa, filling his heavily accented sentences with foul language that no living creature should hear. Keshaa winced a bit, but kept his eyes shut. He didn’t dare look into those deep red eyes.
Angry, frustrated, and hurt, StripFang shouted louder, then lunged toward Keshaa, ready to kill…
~*~*~
Magi and the Lanturn fled from stone to stone, terrorized by the thick red water and smells of death. Magi’s instincts screamed at her to leave, and for once, she heartily agreed with them. This place had turned into a war zone all at once, and a battlefield is no place for a Magikarp.
So, when the Lanturn went one way, Magi went another.
Her gold scales looked red-orange with the tint of the water, and she found herself starting to suffocate from the thick blood. She could barely see, but that didn’t stop her from swimming as fast as she could. She swam in panic, not caring where she went, as long as she left this land for good. She never wanted to see this place again. She had to get ou—
A familiar scream stopped the female Magikarp in her place. Keshaa. She spun towards the cry, and started swimming as fast as she could in that direction. Through the red she raced, until she came upon the forms of a Gyarados and a very small, crippled Horsea.
Even then Magi didn’t stop. She swam right past the Gyarados into Keshaa, who automatically wrapped his tail around her waist without a word, and the two left a very surprised StripFang far behind.
They fled through smooth, rocky, and bumpy land, too frightened to think. They raced through the crimson water, as fast as they could. Magi’s heart went faster than she thought possible, and she was full of dread that they would be caught.
Then, the red thinned, and slowly turned blue again. The two small Pokemon slowed down, and found themselves in a patch of seaweed, which they happily traveled through for protection. It was so quiet and still on this side of the Gyarados territory…
Keshaa gave a sudden joyful cry. Only a few yards away, they spotted the bones of some poor Pokemon, marking the end of the Gyarados territory. They were free.
~*~*~
It was funny when Keshaa realized exactly whom he was riding, and the Horsea cried a long time out of joy, babbling on about how worried and miserable he had been. Magi was quiet through this, but she had a happy smile on her face the whole time, and was very close to tears. When he stopped, she remained silent, and he did the same…
“Keshaa, that was crazy,” Magi finally said as they went along. It had been a few hours since that sudden, terrible slaughter they had witnessed, and this was the first thing spoken in a while. They had run into nothing, and the cool, refreshing water was enjoyed by them both. It was great relief no to constantly smell predators and blood.
Keshaa let out a relaxed sigh.
“Crazier than I thought possible. It’s a miracle we’re alive!” he laughed, and rested his head on Magi’s smooth scaly back.
“Thanks for saving me…” he whispered, his crimson eyes shining with joy. “I owe you my life tenfold!” Magi laughed herself, and jerked her body a bit to make Keshaa sit up.
“You don’t owe me anything Keshaa! Your friendship is more than enough payment!” Both of them chuckled together, then fell into a peaceful silence.
~*~*~
After half a day, the two Pokemon came across something incredible.
It was a great wooden object of some sort, made of rotting boards. Holes covered it, and bits of cloth clung to logs sticking up from the top. It was obviously not originally from the ocean.
Keshaa let out a quiet gasp.
“A ship!” he murmured, more to himself than Magi, who had not heard him anyway. She was too amazed by the ancient craft, which was larger than any Gyarados. It was an alien thing to her, made from alien material. She knew nothing about it, but she wanted to learn… a lot.
The large female Magikarp’s old curiosity came back to her, and she eagerly approached the ship. Keshaa made no protest; he was also eager to study the object from the land.
As they approached, the ship’s boards moaned in protest to the ocean water pushing against it, and a loose board fell to the floor. The ship smelled of age and mold, and had a gray, ancient color to its woodwork. Any metal on it was rusted past recovering; it was so green and swollen from possibly hundreds of years in the water.
They first swam up to the dock, which was cluttered with bones, tools, and other fascinating yet worthless tidbits. To the two deep sea Pokemon, they were treasures from unknown worlds, and they were enchanted by them. They studied skeletons, knives, fishing poles and nets, a flute, and even a little piece of jewelry.
When they were done exploring the deck, they entered the lower levels through a hole in the rotting timber. It smelled worse in there, and was very dark and cold. There was also something else Magi sensed that she didn’t like, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Since the feeling was faint, and Keshaa didn’t seem worried, Magi decided to ignore it.
There were all sorts of containers in the lower levels, but very few loose objects to study. It was pretty plain really, and unnerving with all the skeletons about, but for some reason, Magi and Keshaa continued silently on.
Eventually they came to the edge of a hallway, turned left, right, down some stairs, and found themselves in a large room. At the end of this room was a shiny, glistening, beautiful statue carved to resemble all the legendary Pokemon ever to exist. Their majestic bodies chased each other towards the sky, looking very much spirited and alive even if they were made of gold, and the two un-evolved Pokemon were very impressed. It was an incredible work of art.
Yet, as they approached the ancient statue, Magi began to feel uneasy again. It wasn’t her instincts that were bothering her… just a cold feeling that ran down her spine and made her limbs tingle. It urged her to leave, but didn’t, a sensation that confused her. What was it?
Her answer soon came.
A creature… a Pokemon, appeared suddenly before them out of thin air, making both Magi and Keshaa jump. It was a spiky, purple, gaseous thing, with slanted eyes and a large toothy grin. It had an evil look to it that neither the Horsea nor the Magikarp liked.
“Trespassers, eh? Tryan’ to steal my treasure, eh? Afta’ I’ve guarded it for so long, ya think ya can just come in here and ta’e it like tha’? Bweheheheheaaaiiii!!!” it cackled, letting a long pink tongue slip momentarily from its mouth as it did so. Magi and Keshaa exchanged glances.
“What are you?” asked Magi when it finally fell silent, but this made it laugh again. The female Magikarp found herself hating that laugh.
“I’m a Haunta’, duh!” it snickered. “A Ghost Pokemon, and your worst nightmare!” At this, it made its unconnected, clawed hands dance before them, temporarily hypnotizing them…
~*~*~
Magi and Keshaa struggled in their bonds, while the Haunter laughed its head off at the sight of them.
“Which will suffa’ for this crime? Tha Magika’ or tha Horsea?” The Haunter pressed its face close to Keshaa, letting its foul breath strike his face in large bubbles. Keshaa tried to keep a brave face, and managed to stare at it without emotion.
“Tha Hosea ha’ been through a lot a’ready…” mused the Ghost Pokemon, and then it looked over at Magi, who had started to tremble.
“But tha Magika’ hasn’t a mark on it! You two need to make a pair…”
At this, the Haunter put a clawed hand on Magi’s head, and its eyes went dark. Magi remained still at first, then began to struggle and scream in pain. Keshaa went berserk.
“LEAVE MY MAGIKARP ALONE!!!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. He shot jets of water at the Haunter, but they were too weak to reach it. So, he began to struggle again.
The Haunter ignored him until it was done with its attack. Then, it let Magi go, removing the bonds. The female Magikarp sank to the ground, twitching in pain and giving little cries of agony. She had been attacked with Curse.
“STOP IT!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MAGI?!?!” Keshaa continued screaming as loudly as he could. The Haunter looked at him, then began to cackle again.
“Bweheheheheaaaiiii!!!! Your ‘Magi’ is doomed, little Horsea! Only the healing of a human ca’ sa’e her now! An’ who’s going to help her an’ take her there? Ya can’t swim, I won’t, an’ who really gives a flip about a Magika’ anyway?”
Keshaa shouted and squirmed, trying to get free, and promising the Haunter it would pay. Still cackling, the Haunter let him go, and watched him desperately try to swim towards it.
“You are so dead… when I figure out how to swim…” Keshaa growled, forgetting for a moment that he had no fins. He looked coldly at the Haunter through his good eye, but for some reason the ghost found this funny, and started laughing even harder.
After a while of doing this, and watching Keshaa struggle to get near it, the Haunter floated over to the Horsea and grabbed it by the throat.
“Nobody enters my ship an’ lives…” it hissed through its jagged teeth, squeezing tight. “Nobody…”
Keshaa gave little gasps as he struggled to breath. His mind raced as he thought of how they had just made it out of one danger straight into another. It was sad, really. It was as if the world didn’t want them to live… A Magikarp must never love, and a Horsea must always be able to squirt ink. They were outcasts, and they would be hated by everyone until the end.
Poor Magi… Keshaa felt so very sorry for the female Magikarp. After everything she had done for him, he could never help her. He was pathetic. And now… she would die a slow, painful death from a curse no Pokemon can heal. An injury made by a spiritual creature… So much pain… When she had done nothing…
“Magi…” Keshaa croaked, tears filling his eyes, and entering the ocean as they left him. He looked over at the still twitching and sobbing fish miserably. She didn’t deserve this. She’d never deserved anything bad. He had to do… something. Anything!
“Magi…” he repeated, his voice even more strained as the Haunter squeezed harder. “I won’t… let… you… die… Magi… I’LL SAVE YOU!!!”
With these final words, the tiny Horsea began to glow. The energy was burning to the touch, and the Haunter had to release Keshaa as his form shifted and grew in the blinding light. It stared uncomfortably as the light faded, and a new seahorse sat before it.
The creature was a Seadra, with large, spiky fins, a spiked head, and a scaly chest. Scars covered him, from head to tail, but it now made him look more ferocious than pathetic. He was missing an ear, but that didn’t matter, since he now stared coldly at the Haunter with not one, but two dark eyes.
Swimming majestically over to the tortured Magikarp, the Seadra gave the Haunter a warning look before wrapping his long tail around her body and gently lifting her up. The Haunter made a move to stop him, but paused at the Seadra’s words.
“Touch her and I’ll kill you. We didn’t come to steal your ‘treasure.’ We came to learn. The pain you’ve caused us for nothing will be punished if you come any closer. Goodbye Haunter.”
With that, Keshaa rushed out the sunken ship and dashed upward with incredible speed.
“Hold on Magi… I’ll save you…” he whispered in a much deeper voice. Magi showed no sign of hearing him, but continued sobbing in pain. This urged Keshaa to go faster.
~*~*~
As luck would have it, a ship happened to be right above the two Pokemon friends, with a middle-aged man fishing. He was a fat, bald, ugly man, with squinted eyes and flushed cheeks. He was in a bad mood; he hadn’t caught any fish at all that day, and it was getting late. He would have to leave any moment…
A loud thud made the man jump. He turned to hear a sort of shuffling sound nearby, and managed to heave his massive bulk out of the chair to see what it was. He was very surprised to find a pair of water Pokemon: a wonderfully large golden Magikarp and an equally large Seadra.
~*~*~
Keshaa didn’t take the time to let himself study what a human looked like. He barley noticed as he took his first breaths of air, felt the ocean wind, and smell the odd scents of tobacco and wood. He was too intent on saving the creature that had saved him many times.
Lowering Magi to the ground and nudging her to the man, Keshaa tried to catch his breath. He was exhausted from his evolution and the dash he had just made.
“Please… help,” he whispered softly, then let himself fall into darkness.
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