Post by Blackspade on Jul 2, 2011 20:48:15 GMT
CHAPTER 9
*Written by Blaskpade*"So, you think this guy has the answer to what that artifact was?" I ask Doc, as we fly toward Johto.
"Of course, Spade. I have a strong feeling that the artifact was some sort of ancient PokeBall. The guy we're going to see is an expert on PokeBalls."
We land in a small, forested town. Children run happily with their Pokemon, as the Pidgey chirp and the fresh smell of pine wafts through the air. A Slowpoke roams the street and lets out a yawn.
"Here we are: Azalea Town! This is where I grew up. I did my gym training with Bugsy, seeing as he runs a Bug gym here." Doc says hello to few people as we walk toward a small cottage. "This is the place, Spade."
I open the door to find a man in his 60's hammering a piece of hot metal on an anvil next to forge. He's wearing a kimono and sandals. His long, gray hair tied back to keep from burning.
"Doc! Good to see you!" The man wipes sweat off his brow. "What brings you back home?"
"Well, Kurt, a friend of mine found a strange object in the Nimbasa Desert. If my analyses are correct, the object is some sort of ancient PokeBall!"
"Oh, that seems interesting. Do you have it with you?" Kurt inquired
Doc hands Kurt the photos he took of the artifact. "Some goons broke into my lab and stole it, but luckily I took a few snapshots of it beforehand."
"Oh.. ..Oh, my!" A look of awe appeared on Kurt's face.
"What is it?" I ask
"In ancient times, before the invention of the PokeBall, people used to walk with their Pokemon. However, one civilization sealed away a legendary Pokemon that they believed had immense power. Here's a picture." Kurt pulled out a book and flipped to a page about ancient PokeBalls.
I couldn't believe my eyes. The picture looked exactly like Warrior's artifact. "We need to get that thing back, Doc."
"What are you, nuts!? You expect us to just stroll in there and grab our artifact without getting into a hundred battles?" Doc refuted
"Of course not; we'll break in. That artifact belongs to us. Think of the recognition our league could get from such a find! I'm not letting a bunch of thugs take our possessions because they feel like it!"
"You know, a few years back a few goons showed up in the Slowpoke Well just outside Azalea! Turns out they had some pretty evil plans set up," Kurt adds
"Exactly what I feel these guys are up to. Come on, Doc, we're a skilled bunch of fighters. We could definitely handle a break-in like that."
"That's just crazy enough to work," Doc said. "Fair enough. I'll call a meeting for all the league members in the stadiums."
"You kids be careful!" Kurt warned us.
"Don't worry, we got this. Nice seeing you, ol' pal!" Doc bid farewell to Kurt as we flew toward our Headquarters
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"Hey, kid! Bring that food back right now!" a voice thundered across the forest.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me with the stolen bread clutched in one hand. "Cuuuubone-bone!" Spectre cried as he was snatched by the man.
"Gimme my bread back or your Cubone comes with me!" he threatened
No! He can't take him from me! I have no family, no home. Spectre is all I have. He's my only friend. Tears slowly rolled down my face
"Bone Club, Spec!" Spectre smashed the man's arm with his club.
"OUCH! So, you wanna play rough, eh? Go, Ariados!" A huge insectoid Pokemon emerged from a Net Ball. "Ariados, X-Scissor!"
"Dodge it!" Spectre evaded the attack by a hair. "Bone Rush!" Spectre ran up to the Ariados and raised his club. He smashed his foe's head with a powerful strike. Dazed, the Ariados stumbled backwards.
"Shake it off! come on!" The man yelled furiously
Spectre raised his club again, when suddenly, he started to shimmer. A flash shot from Spectre's body in all directions. "Spectre!? What's happening!?"
The blinding white light faded, and in Spectre's place stood a Marowak. With brutal force, Spectre struck the man's Ariados and knocked it into him. The man became unconscious.
"My, my, what a tough young fellow we have here" A deep voice sounded from behind me. "We could use your potential."
I turned around to see an immensely tall gentleman with long, white hair and a beard. "Who are you?"
"I am Viktor. What is your name?"
"Apple. But you can call me Ryu, if you want" I used my real name; this man seemed important.
"Well, come with me, Ryu. I shall make you a force to be reckoned with!" Viktor let out a dark laugh.