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Bulba the Great!
4th January 2005, 9:32 PM
Well, everyone, this is my second stab at a fic, I hope this one is successful. For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm Bulba the Great! (Known as Bulby or Bulbs, Bulba...etc.) My first fic was called One of Many. I hope you like ths one!

Enough talk. Without further ado...

Destined- A Trainer’s Fic by Bulba the Great!

Chapter One

“Grovyle, Dragon Claw!” A cry rang out in the darkness of a tunnel. The figures of two young men were outlined against the pitch black of the Underground Path. Two strangely shaped forms stood in front of the two humans. One stood about four feet tall. A long leaf curved over its head and down to its feet. Clumps of razor-sharp leaves also grew from its wrists. The creature raised its left claw, the tip glowing bright scarlet. It leapt at the other creature, which was shaped like a horse, only its mane burned with bright fire.

“Ponyta, Flame Wheel!” The horse leapt at the other creature, fire engulfing its body.

“Grovyle, Defensive! Detect!” The Grovyle landed swiftly to the ground and raised its two-fingered claws. An icy-blue shield grew in front of it. The Ponyta rebounded from the barrier, which broke. Both creatures landed and turned swiftly to face each other. The Grovyle’s eyes glowed an intense gold, while Ponyta lowered its head and whinnied.

“Ponyta, Take Down-huh?” The Ponyta’s trainer looked up as the lights in the tunnel suddenly turned on. The feminine figure of a police officer walked down a winding staircase to the tunnel floor. Ponyta’s trainer gulped.

“Gotta run!” he yelled. Before the other trainer could even get a look at his face, the teen ran out the other side of the tunnel. Ponyta looked at Grovyle, and then followed its trainer.

“Um, hi, Officer Jenny?” he asked. Officer Jenny got a good look at him for the first time. The boy before him had spiky off-white hair, covered in a cap with camouflage coloring. His eyes were a pleasant shade of brown, and his face had a warm, good-natured look to it.

“What were you doing, battling in the Underground Path?” she asked.

“Well, I…um…the other guy started it?” the trainer said sheepishly, shrugging his broad shoulders.

“I should turn you in. But, you don’t look like a troublemaker. Can I trust you this time…erm…?”

“Chase. Chase Tang!” Chase said, extending his hand. Jenny hesitated, then shook it.

“I’ll let you off this once. But, if you ever cause trouble again, I’ll have to report you. Understand?”

“Yeah! Thanks, Jen.”

“That’s Officer Jenny.”

“Right…” Officer Jenny sighed, and slowly walked back up the staircase.

“Whew! That was a close one, eh, Grovyle?” Chase asked, turning to Grovyle. The olive colored creature nodded. It spoke, saying only its name.

“Grovile, Grove!” The creature closed its eyes and put its thin arms behind its head.

“Well, I guess it’s best we go, eh?” Grovyle nodded.

“You’re a great Pokemon, you know that?” It nodded again.

“Return.” Chase held out a round sphere, roughly the size of an orange. A thin black line split it, and a small circle met inside the line. The ball was colored a bright maroon on one side, and alabaster color on the other. Chase pressed the circle in the middle. The Poke Ball opened up, and let out a jet of scarlet light. Grovyle was engulfed in the beam, and Grovyle was drawn into the ball. It snapped shut. Chase smiled slightly, and then placed the ball alongside five others on a magnetic belt around his waist. Chase started whistling and strolled out the tunnel. He turned the lights out behind him.

……………………………………………..

Chase Tang was fifteen years old. He had set out on his Pokemon journey five years ago, in his hometown of Littleroot. He had traveled to various gyms, taking on trainers and gym leaders. He had won every single battle, even when faced against Flannery, a Fire- typed gym leader. He had confidence he could take the Indigo League pretty nicely, so the Pokemon trainer left Hoenn after making top four in the Hoenn Championships, and traveled to Kanto, the home of the Indigo Plateau.

Chase was currently traveling towards Celadon City, where he and his girlfriend, Kira, were scheduled to have dinner. Chase smiled at the thought of dinner alone with Kira…he fell into a trance and accidentally walked straight into a large man. He was wearing an odd hat, with a feather sticking out of it. The man looked to be traveling, as he had a large backpack on his back. His face was small, with a jet-black moustache running from large sideburns. His eyes were squinted to the point that Chase couldn’t tell what color they were.

“I’m so sorry! Here…”

“No, it’s all right, son. I got it…” the man said in a deep rumble. He squatted over and picked up his feathered hat, which had fallen off.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Satoshi. Call me Satoshi.”

“Right, Sat. Are you a yodeler, or summat?”

“That’s Satoshi. And, no, I’m a Hiker. Can’t you tell?”

“No.”

“Oh, well. Hey, I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna head up to the mountains-”

“What, here? There are no mountains!”

“Not here, kid, surrounding Saffron City!” Satoshi had no hint of malice. He was a good-natured man.

“Oh. Go on…”

“Wha-oh, right. So, I’m heading toward the mountains, and I need to know my Pokemon have got the right stuff, y’know?”

“Oh. Um…wanna cookie?”

“No, you de-I mean, charming prince of a trainer. I want a battle.” Satoshi was starting to feel just a slight edge. How could anyone with anything but a two-celled brain think he needed a cookie in his condition?

“Okay, I get it. All right, let’s get on with it!”

“Right, then. Go, Machoke!” Satoshi pulled out a Poke Ball, and threw it into the air. In a burst of tangerine light, a large grayish colored Pokemon was released. The ball flew back into Satoshi’s hand. Chase sized up the Pokemon. It stood at about five feet, and it was flexing its muscles. The human-shaped Pokemon had small, watery eyes, and a leer that not even a mother could love. Three ridges rose from its small head, and the Pokemon was naked. Well, almost naked. Underneath its large, muscular chest was a tight fitting belt/diaper type thing.

“What kind of trainer releases a Pokemon in underwear?” Chase thought to himself.

“Now, you choose a Pokemon!”

“I’m getting to that. Go, Banette!” Chase threw another Poke Ball; only this type had a blue top, with two red stripes running through it. In a flash of royal purple, a puppet-like Pokemon appeared. It was an ashen color, and its head was odd to look at. The Pokemon’s mouth was zippered shut, to begin with. Its eyes were a dark, piercing red. And it had a ponytail-like thing running from the left side of its head, which was separated into three spikes. The Ghost hovered roughly two feet from the ground.

“A Ghost-type Pokemon? That’s not fair! Fighting types can’t even touch Ghosts!” cried Satoshi in protest.

“My point exactly. Besides, any trainer who specializes in fighting types should equip their Pokemon with either a special attack, or the Foresight maneuver.”

“I know that. Are you calling me a dimwit?” Satoshi was mad now. He didn’t like people making fun of him.

“No. Anyway…Banette, Shadow Ball!”

“Bane, Banette!” it cried. The Pokemon conjured a dark ball of power in its three-fingered hands. The ball crackled with what looked like purple jolts of electricity.

“No fair, you pulled a fast one! Machoke, Flamethrower!” Satoshi ordered. Machoke flexed its muscles.

“Machoke, you already spent three hours in front of the mirror, look at you muscles later!” Satoshi cried in frustration. Machoke nodded, and put its hands in front of its body. Inside, an ember formed. Suddenly, a large fire burst from between its hands. The Flamethrower attack shot toward Banette. Banette just then released Shadow Ball. The two attacks rushed towards each other. Shadow Ball pushed Flamethrower away and battered into Machoke. The Pokemon fell over, the wind knocked out of it.

“Come on, Sat! Give your Pokemon some quality training!”

“Machoke, stand up!” Satoshi yelled, ignoring Chase’s comment. Machoke pulled its body up, brushing itself off.

“Machoke, Rock Slide!” Satoshi yelled.

“Banette, Psychic!” Chase his Pokemon’s eyes intensify, and everything seemed to stop. Machoke was suddenly lifted from the ground.

“Machoke!” The Pokemon cried, struggling to fight the attack.

“Now, throw it!” Chase ordered. Banette nodded and threw the Pokemon down a steep ledge, and it landed on the ground, hard. Its small eyes closed, opened, and then closed again.

“Machoke’s out!” Chase yelled. He ran to give a high five to Banette, but Satoshi stopped him.

“One more,” he said. He pulled Machoke back, and took another Poke Ball from his belt.

“Let’s see how you deal with this! Xatu, let’s go!” Satoshi threw the Poke Ball into the battlefield. In a flash of turquoise light, a winged Pokemon flew out from it (literally). Chase sized up his new opponent. It was about four feet high, and its body was covered by lime-green down. Alabaster feathers, striped at the end by red and black, coated its large wings. It had four eyes, seemingly; two on its stomach, and another two on its head. They were almond shaped, staring blankly at Chase. Its beak jutted out at Chase, curving downward at the tip. It landed on the ground.

“Xaa, tu,” It cried in a monotone, almost mechanical voice.

“You weren’t expecting that, now, were you laddy?” Satoshi grinned at Chase.

“Don’t worry, Banette! Just give it another Shadow Ball!”

“Bay!” The Pokemon started powering up another ball of dark light.

“Xatu, Night Shade!” Satoshi cried. Xatu’s eyes intensified, and two rays of purple light shot from them. The two Ghost-type attacks collided in midair. In a small explosion, the attacks knocked both Pokemon to the ground. Xatu climbed up. Banette, however, was knocked out.

“Return, Banette.” Chase held out the Poke Ball. He didn’t look too worried, however.

“Absol, I choose you!” Chase released his final Pokemon, confidence building. In a burst of silver color, a large, quadruped Pokemon appeared. It had smooth white fur, and long legs, ending in abnormally large claws. A sickle-like tail was poking from its back, navy blue in color. A shaggy white mane that stretched to the Pokemon’s front knees surrounded its head. It had two almond-shaped eyes, and a small black nose. Another sickle-like object protruded the right side of its ear.

“Abb…” It growled menacingly. It crouched down, and leapt…at Chase. Absol knocked him over, licking his face.

“Absol, get off of me!” Chase cried, laughing at the same time (he was ticklish).

“Kid, control that thing or forfeit!” Satoshi yelled. Chase pushed Absol off of him, getting to his feet. Absol willingly stepped back into the battlefield.

“Right…so, Absol, Bite!” Chase ordered. Absol nodded and raised its front paw. It hit Xatu in the face, knocking the Pokemon to the ground.

“Absol, I said Bite!”

“Ab.” The Pokemon nodded and raised its paw again. Xatu was hit back to the ground.

“What’s wrong with your Pokemon, kid?” asked Satoshi.

“It likes to use Slash. A lot.” Chase winced when Absol knocked him over once again.

“C’mon, Absol, imagine we’re in a gym battle. Remember what I told you about listening? Pull it together, buddy!” Chase stood up once Absol jumped off his chest and landed gracefully on the ground.

“Now, finish it with Bite!” Chase cried. Absol obeyed and opened its mouth wide, clamping down on the struggling Xatu. The Pokemon flinched, and fell limp to the ground, unconscious.

“That’s the way, Absol!” Chase cheered. Satoshi gritted his teeth and pulled his Xatu back. Chase hugged Absol, who had knocked him over again, and returned the Pokemon. The two males stood before each other, motionless. Chase thrust his hand forward, smiling. Satoshi put his out, too, although he was hesitant.

“Good battle, mate!” Chase said jovially.

“Right. Well, kid, I best be headin’ off. See ya ‘round.” Satoshi pat him on the back and strode off. Chase stood still for a moment, sucking air back into his lungs.

“What a narly dude!” he thought to himself. Chase shrugged, and continued toward Celadon.

……………………………………………..

Chase strolled into Celadon’s finest restaurant, The Finest Hotel in Celadon. He was now wearing a black suit, which made him look very mature. As he normally didn’t look it, he felt he should at least try to impress Kira tonight. He asked a passing waiter which table was reserved for him. After a moment, realizing it was the janitor, Chase hurried over to the manager’s desk. However, he spotted Kira on the way over. He waved, and she flashed a spotless smile. He slid into the booth.

“How’s it going, Kira?” He asked, putting his arm around her. She was looking fine tonight. Her shiny dark brown hair was pulled in an elegant bun, and she was wearing a sleeveless royal purple shirt, a gold necklace around her neck.

“Chase, I have to tell you something,” she said tentatively.

“Sure, right after dinner.”

“Chase, it can’t wait. See, there’s this guy…”

“What, did he say you looked stunning? Beautiful? Radiant? Those aren’t opinionated, Kira; they’re true.”

“No. See, He’s really cute. And, he’s closer to my house than you are. He asked me out yesterday…”

“You didn’t accept, did you?” Chase’s eyes widened when Kira answered.

“I’m really, really sorry Chase.”

“No…you can’t be…”

“Chase?”

“I’ll see you around, Kira.” He stood up and stormed out of the restaurant. Kira was left, a tear rolling down her cheek.

……………………………………………..

“What could she see in that other guy? What?!” Chase was laying on the ground outside Celadon City, his Grovyle splayed out next to him. Grovyle shrugged its skinny shoulders, staring up at the dark sky.

“I gave her one whole year of my life, and she blows me off for some football playing jerk!”

“Grovye?”

“Okay, I don’t know he plays football. But he is a jerk!”

“Grove.” Grovyle shook its head sadly.

“Well, we best turn in for the night, Grovyle.” Chase stood up slowly, biting his lip. Grovyle followed him as both walked toward the Celadon Pokemon Center. Chase looked at the moon sadly before stepping through the door. He frowned, and shut the door. Enough for one night.

To Be Continued…

Well, I hope you liked!

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Waterlight
4th January 2005, 10:03 PM
This is a nice Fan-Fic, nice length, nice discription and its original. I'm going to keep reading ;)

billy5772
4th January 2005, 10:17 PM
Count me in too. I liked the description, the length, and the grammar was on point. I enjoyed this first chapter. I'll keep reading.

Cs32
5th January 2005, 2:13 AM
another great fic bulby. I hope this ones better then your first! Actually, so ar it is.

Blue Aurora
5th January 2005, 8:46 AM
Decent. Good feel and wondrously done. But I don't think that you did enough background information on chance though....

Bulba the Great!
5th January 2005, 12:27 PM
This is a nice Fan-Fic, nice length, nice discription and its original. I'm going to keep reading

I'm glad to hear you are!


Count me in too. I liked the description, the length, and the grammar was on point. I enjoyed this first chapter. I'll keep reading.

Right; you, too, billy!


another great fic bulby. I hope this ones better then your first! Actually, so ar it is.

Oh, I'm so glad to hear that...*phew*
Thanks, Cs32!


Decent. Good feel and wondrously done. But I don't think that you did enough background information on chance though....

Well, I'm glad you think it's decent. You're right, I didn't really give much backround for Chase. I'm going to fill that in the next few chapters. Don't worry; I've got a history for Chase.

I'm glad that this fic is getting good reviews! Thanks, guys.

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Lupin
5th January 2005, 12:44 PM
Very Cool Fanfic you've got here. Good description, orginal storyline (nice to see a fanfic with a trainer on with his journey rather than choosing his first pokemon) and nice endding to the first chapter.

Motig
6th January 2005, 11:42 AM
Pretty cool first chapter Bulbs. I can see you've learned from your last fic. I could really tell what the characters are like. Chase is determined but a good sportsman, Kira's shallow and goes after the nearest guy she meets and Satoshi is polite and likes a good match (i hope i got those right)

Good luck with more

Your mate

Motig

Bulba the Great!
7th January 2005, 2:36 AM
Very Cool Fanfic you've got here. Good description, orginal storyline (nice to see a fanfic with a trainer on with his journey rather than choosing his first pokemon) and nice endding to the first chapter.

Nice to hear that, Lupin. I should hope my story's original, shouldn't I? :D


Pretty cool first chapter Bulbs. I can see you've learned from your last fic.

Thanks, Motig. I hope I've learned something from my last fic:)


I could really tell what the characters are like. Chase is determined but a good sportsman, Kira's shallow and goes after the nearest guy she meets and Satoshi is polite and likes a good match (i hope i got those right)

To the period. But, Chase is also extremely warm and friendly and "cool" natured. I hope I brought that across well^^;;

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Twilight Absol
8th January 2005, 5:12 AM
pretty good so far, especially liked the beginning

Bulba the Great!
24th January 2005, 2:09 PM
Thanks for the reviews, everyone. But, the real reason I'm posting is because...new chapter! Read, review, please try to enjoy!

Destined-Chapter Two

Chase Tang walked out of the Celadon Hotel, feeling disturbed. He had had an odd dream last night. A large source of light had appeared before him, speaking without a mouth, wordlessly, telling Chase he had a part to play in a larger tale. The dream had ended with Chase hanging suspended in front of a large, black space, looking at what looked like a large family tree. His name was interconnected with family, friends, and Pokemon whom he had known dearly. But then, his current Pokemon suddenly merged with his name, racing toward eight other lines. Six were Pokemon names. Chase had woken sweating, and inhaling quicker than normal. Chase breathed in deeply, shivering at the thought of last night’s very odd dream, and went in search of a bare patch of land where he could start his daily training.

Chase was sitting quietly under a beech tree, meditating peacefully. He went through this every day, hoping it would help him become one with his Pokemon. Grovyle often went through the ritual with him, hoping to achieve greater goals. It was now sitting just above Chase in the tree, its clawed feet just above Chase’s head. Chase was thinking about the dream he had last night, pondering what it could mean. He kept coming back to the theory that he would soon meet some trainers with six Pokemon between them. Seeing as that was an obvious, he stayed at that.

“Okay, Grovyle. I think one hour is enough for us. Let’s get prepared for our battle with Will!” Chase grinned confidently, thinking back three days. He had been feeling cocky that day, so much in fact he sent out a challenge to all of the current members of the Elite Four, the four most powerful trainers in the Kanto and Johto regions. Will, Psychic extraordinaire, had replied to his challenge earliest, first asking for a complete resume from Chase. After reviewing it, he agreed to a battle, asking Chase to meet him at Celadon City, where he was going to check on his fourth cousin, twice removed, Erika, in three days.

Today is the day, thought Chase. Today I will test whether I really am worthy of the Pokemon League.

“Grovyle, Bullet Seed!” Chase was training his Grovyle for this particular battle. He wanted to see whether he could get it to evolve. He had recently become aware Grovyle had the urge to evolve again, and Chase also realized it might impress Will if he had a Sceptile by his side. Grovyle accepted its trainer’s order, opening its mouth and releasing yellow-green seeds that collided with the beech tree with such force the tree snapped in half.

“Awesome, Grovyle!” Chase cheered his Pokemon on, as it displayed a wide knowledge of attacks that Chase had taught it over five years. He remembered back when he had first met Grovyle, as a Treecko. Professor Birch had known even then Chase had potential, and pointed out a particularly ambitious Treecko, thinking Chase would jump at the chance. Chase had jumped for the opportunity. He was brought unpleasantly back to earth by a beeping sound. He looked down at his watch. The alarm was going off.

“Oh, shi…aving cream!” he exclaimed, realizing that in training Grovyle, he was running late for his meeting with Will! He hurriedly returned Grovyle to its Poke Ball and dashed toward the Celadon Pokemon Center. As the sliding doors closed behind him, a laugh rang through the room. Chase looked for the source of the laugh. Standing at the front counter in front of the local Nurse Joy was a tall, slender man. His head was thrown back, and he was laughing jovially. His head was covered in a sleek, royal purple mop of hair that fell to his shoulders, falling over his horn-rimmed glasses as well. His eyes were actually an odd color of magenta, which made Chase suspect they were genetically altered. A deep scarlet colored scarf was wrapped around his neck, dropping onto a navy blue vest, covering a bloodred shirt. Chase didn’t like being laughed at, but he wasn’t sure how to address a member of the Elite Four.

“Why are you laughing at me, du-sir-Mr. Will?” Chase asked cautiously. Will closed his mouth and looked Chase over critically.

“You’re in hurry for that battle, eh, Chase Tang?” He had a rather high, yet warm sounding voice.

“Yes, Mr. Will, Sir.” Chase downcast his eyes. When he looked up, Will was smirking at him again.

“Is this your first encounter with an Elite member, Chase?”

“Yes. Sir.” Will’s smirk turned to a warm smile.

“Well, you’d best learn that we’re people, too, whatever you may think.” Chase nodded his head vigorously.

“Now, Chase, would you like to test your abilities against me now?”

“Yes, please, Mr. Will, sir.”

“Just call me Will.”

“Okay, Mr. Will, sir.” Will sighed, and turned to Nurse Joy.

“Joy, would you be so kind as to open up battle arena C for us?”

“Of course, Elite Member Will.” Will groaned. He wished people would learn to just call him Will. Nurse Joy pulled a key card from a necklace around her neck and led the two upstairs. There were several doors leading from the upstairs landing. Chase noticed engraved on the floor in front of each door was a symbol, such as two Poke Balls clashing together, or a trading machine. Each door also had a label above it, bearing the phrases “Battle Room A” or “Union Room 2b.” Joy led them past Battle Rooms A and B, through which Chase could hear the unmistakable sounds of battle. Joy inserted the key card into Battle Room C’s slot, and the door slid smoothly open. Inside, Chase gaped in awe at the battlefield. It had a plain, beige colored floor boxed by white-colored stripes, a Poke Ball design in the exact middle, and the entire floor was constricted on three sides by a high-topped fence. Behind the fence were rowed bleachers, all filled to the max by admirers of Will, hoping to see him take down his newest opponent. The rumor was that this trainer was undefeated, had gotten fourth in the Hoenn Championships merely because he forfeited before defeating his opponent. This made them even more anxious to watch Will crush Chase like a bug. Joy closed the door behind them, wishing Chase luck. He gulped. As Will stepped into the room, the entire audience burst into wild applause. He flashed a handsome smile and waved to them, taking notepads from between bars of the fence and autographing them.

All this was making Chase feel very small and insignificant, and he wondered how he could have even considered this. Will finally turned to Chase and shook his hand.

“I hope you are as good as painted, Chase.” Chase gave a weak smile and nodded. Will gave the thumbs-up to a young woman sitting on a bench on the sidelines. She nodded back at him, and stood up, grabbing a pair of flags, one red, the other green. The lady paced the floor to a small platform near the center of the stage, and raised her flags to quiet the crowd.

“Let the challenger take his place on the field. According to the rules of Elite Member Will, this shall be a three-on-three Pokemon battle, with no time limit. Only the challenger will be allowed substitutions. Without further ado, let this match begin!” With that, the lady brought her flags down with a wave, and Will raised a Poke Ball.

“Good luck, Chase.” He threw the ball. It landed in the center of the field, and broke open, revealing, in a flash of cobalt light, a light purple cat-like Pokemon. It stood gracefully on four legs, its small head lowered towards Chase. Large, pointed ears rose from the Pokemon’s head, and a small teal gem was inlaid above the Pokemon’s large, slanted eyes, which glowed a transparent violet color. Its slender body curved downward, ending in a long tail with two tips. The Pokemon cried out in a soft, high-pitched voice.

“Espee!” The Espeon trotted loyally to its master’s side. Will patted his Pokemon’s head.

“Now the challenger will choose his Pokemon!” called the referee. Chase nodded and slowly pulled a Poke Ball from his belt.

“This better work…go, Nidorino!” Chase threw the ball into the air, and in an aura of misty light, a purple-colored Pokemon took the field. It was also a quadruped, but it had shorter, stockier legs than Espeon’s. Deep purple spots were thrown randomly over its strong body, and a row of barbs ran up its back, a row that reached the back of its head. The Pokemon had a fierce-looking sharp horn rising over its narrowed eyes, and its mouth was curved into a frown, sharp teeth protruding from under its lips. It had large ears rising from further back on its head, sticking almost straight up with adrenaline. It pumped it legs.

“Nido!” it growled in a low, gravelly voice.

“The first round shall be Espeon versus Nidorino. Let the round start!”

“Espeon, Psybeam!” Will cried to his Pokemon. The catlike Pokemon pounced lightly on Nidorino, its eyes pulsing a deep red. Nidorino started thrashing around, trying desperately to throw Espeon off its back.

“Nidorino, Headbutt Espeon away!” Chase ordered. Nidorino stopped thrashing and jerked its head upwards. Espeon fell free of Nidorino’s reach, but as it catapulted into the air, the lithe Pokemon released Psybeam. Two bright, multicolored beams lanced from Espeon’s large eyes. Chase reacted a second too late, and the beams hit Nidorino full power.

“Nidorino!” Chase cried in astonishment. Will grinned as Nidorino let out a low moan, and collapsed. The referee announced Nidorino’s defeat.

“This isn’t like a Gym Battle, is it, Chase?” Will returned Espeon to its Poke Ball, as Chase did the same.

“How powerful is this guy?” Chase asked himself, followed immediately by a low curse as he remembered this man was an Elite Four member. How could I have forgotten that? Chase shook himself as Will threw another Poke Ball. A second later, another unknown opponent took shape in front of Chase. This Pokemon was colored a warm pink, and Chase’s first reaction was that it wasn’t very fierce. It had wide, empty looking eyes, and a dopey looking smile. Crowning its head was what looked like an angry sort of crustacean, with a ruby inset on the top. It was almost like this Pokemon was a royal type. A red and white bib-type thing wrapped around its neck. The Pokemon stood on two legs, giving it a very unbalanced look. Chase doubted a Pokemon that looked so slow and dumb could be a worthy opponent.

“Slow…King…” It murmured listlessly in a deep voice. It yawned and lay down on the battlefield.

“Choose your next Pokemon, Chase!” Will called. Chase nodded reluctantly and picked a Pokemon carefully from his belt.

“Tyrogue, Go!” Chase cried. His next choice materialized in front of Slowking. This new Pokemon was also a biped, but it had a much more serious look than Slowking. Three horn-like things rose in stubs from its head, giving it a fierce-looking Headbutt. Its skin was a mottled fuscia color, from its thin torso, to its skinny legs. Bulging around the waist were burnt sienna colored knickers, but they did not make the Pokemon appear foolish. Bandages were wrapped around it stomach and wrists.

“Tyro!” it cried in a mildly high voice.

“Let the second round start!” called the referee.

“Slowking, Water Gun! Hit Tyrogue in the stomach!” Will ordered. Slowking slowly stood on its hind legs and opened its mouth as if yawning.

“Tyrogue, you can beat it with your speed! Double Kick!” Chase yelled. Tyrogue dove at Slowking, its feet aiming at the Pokemon’s head. Chase realized his mistake a split second later. Tyrogue was shot back at its trainer by a gigantic blast of water from Slowking. Tyrogue skidded across the floor, grunting from the blast. The referee declared Slowking the winner yet again.

“Chase, you must be aware that you’ve used two Pokemon with type disadvantages against mine. Why aren’t you using your head?” Will asked tauntingly. Chase felt as if he had been slapped. Why hadn’t he realized this? He had become famous for winning his battles at disadvantages, but Chase realized now was not a time to reflect on that.

“Choose your last Pokemon, Chase,” Will said, returning Slowking to its Poke Ball. Chase held Tyrogue’s Poke Ball out to pull it back.

“Now, I’m saving my best Pokemon for last. In the meantime…go, Espeon!” Will shouted, releasing his catlike Pokemon again. Espeon landed gracefully on the floor, and growled at Chase, ready to fight for its trainer again.

“Okay…uh, Grovyle, you’re up!” Chase yelled, throwing Grovyle’s Poke Ball. Grovyle shook itself upon being released, but it quickly took up its fierce battle pose, one claw touching the ground.

“Grovyle, Bullet Seed on Espeon!” Chase yelled.

“Espeon, avoid it,” Will said carelessly. Grovyle opened its mouth, releasing the large bullet-like seeds at Espeon. Espeon attempted a jump, but Bullet Seed made a direct hit before Espeon even got off the ground.

“Whoa! How’d your Grovyle do that?” Will yelped.

“Through a lot of hard training,” Chase said triumphantly. Will looked scared for a split second, but he reset his face back into its cocky champion expression.

“It doesn’t matter. Espeon, Swift!” Will cried. Espeon nodded, opening it mouth. Small, gold colored stars flew towards Grovyle, who tensed its body. Chase knew this was a good strategy, because Swift was a move that could not be avoided. Unless…

“Grovyle, Detect!” Chase yelled. Grovyle raised its skinny arms, creating a light blue barrier in front of it. Espeon stopped Swift abruptly when it was merely redirected at the floor.

“Now, Grovyle, Pursuit!” Chase yelled. Grovyle jumped high into the air, its head brushing the high ceiling, and dove towards Espeon, both claws in front of it. Grovyle started to spin about halfway down, to increase effectiveness of the attack.

“Espeon, Sand Attack!” Espeon turned its back on Grovyle, kicking at the battlefield floor. A fine layer of sand was sent towards Grovyle, obviously meant to blind it. But Grovyle was moving so fast it merely brushed the sand away. Espeon’s eyes widened in shock, but before it could do anything else, Grovyle slammed into Espeon, throwing the purple cat halfway across the field. Grovyle stumbled a bit from impact, but then resumed its battle pose, head down. Espeon, which should have been knocked out by the Pursuit attack, stood back up again.

“What?” Chase cried in astonishment. Will nodded, taking his turn at smirking.

“My Espeon is much more well trained than you could imagine, Chase Tang.” Chase reacted by yelling to Grovyle.

“Grovyle, Mega Drain!” Grovyle stood up, reaching out one hand, and closed its eyes. A green light started to form around its forearm, which then extended to Espeon. The cat tried resisting, but it was held firmly by this Psychic-like force. Grovyle’s body straightened out, its eyes opened, and even its skin looked fresher.

“Espeon!” Will cried, because his Pokemon was doing the opposite of Grovyle, its knees shaking, its gaze growing blurry.

“That’s enough, Grovyle.” The Pokemon lowered its arm. Espeon stumbled, but remained on its feet.

“Still not enough,” Chase said quietly, trying to think of another strategy.

“Espeon, Morning Sun!” Will called, desperate to heal his Pokemon’s energy.

“Grovyle, stop it! Use Screech!” Chase ordered, plugging his ears. Grovyle opened its mouth, releasing an extremely high, grating screech, rendering Espeon useless. The feline fell to the floor, trembling from the attack. Grovyle kept the attack going, to Will’s displeasure.

“Grovyle, Dragonbreath!” Chase yelled, his ears still plugged. Grovyle stopped the screeching abruptly, surprising Espeon. Before the cat could stand up, though, a stream of foul, green-colored energy blasted into it. With a small explosion, Espeon was rendered unconscious.

“How’s that for a battle, Will?” Chase asked, pumping his fist. Will fell back, shacked that Chase had defeated one of his prized Pokemon.

“Espeon…return, my friend.” He held out Espeon’s Poke Ball, pulling it back.

“Grovyle, keep it up, bud!” Chase yelled. Grovyle responded by slashing at the air, ready to face whichever Pokemon came out next.

“Go on, Will.” Will was standing at the other end, looking down at a Poke Ball he had taken off his belt. He seemed to be debating whether to use it or not.

“C’mon, Will! Crush that loser like the bug he is!” cried an admiring fan from the crowd. The entire crowd started chanting the same phrase. Will sighed, and threw the Poke Ball.

“It ends here, Chase.” Chase gasped as he realized which Pokemon he was seeing take shape in front of him.

“No…surely not…” The darkened Pokemon flapped its wings, causing a small earthquake in the arena.

“Lugia, Aeroblast!”

To be continued….

....Well?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Motig
24th January 2005, 6:40 PM
That was cool Bulbs. Especially Lugia at the end, which should be illegal, but it should be a cool battle. Descriptions fine, as is everything else.

Good luck with more.

Your mate

Motig

Lupin
24th January 2005, 7:17 PM
FANTASTIC BATTLE BULBA. I love that cliffhanger endding, but I do have to ask though.

“Let the challenger take his place on the field. According to the rules of Elite Member Will, this shall be a three-on-three Pokemon battle, with no time limit. Only the challenger will be allowed substitutions.

Yet you had Will substitute both Espeon and Slowking. And even if you just forgot about that, how come you didn't have Will send out Slowking again, have Grovyle defeat it and then have the cliffhanger with Lugia?

Bulba the Great!
24th January 2005, 9:42 PM
Well, time for some answering of reviews...


That was cool Bulbs. Especially Lugia at the end, which should be illegal, but it should be a cool battle.

Why should that be illegal? Well, it will be a good battle, I promise!


Descriptions fine, as is everything else.

Good luck with more.

Your mate

Motig

*Pie*


FANTASTIC BATTLE BULBA. I love that cliffhanger endding, but I do have to ask though.

Thanks, Lupin...I didn't know it was that good...


Yet you had Will substitute both Espeon and Slowking. And even if you just forgot about that, how come you didn't have Will send out Slowking again, have Grovyle defeat it and then have the cliffhanger with Lugia?

Oh...I forgot the no substitutions thing...I meant only partway through a battle, though...as in, Will can't pull back Espeon and release Slowking unless one of Chase's Pokemon are defeated. Why I didn't make him send Slowking out...Will was in shock that Chase could actually defeat one of his Pokemon. Before that, he said he would save "best for last", because he figured he wouldn't need to resort to Lugia. However, when Grovyle took his Espeon down, he realized that Slowking, with a type disadvantage, probably couldn't stand up to Grovyle, so instead, Will used his best...Lugia. Does that explain it?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

billy5772
24th January 2005, 10:21 PM
That was pretty awesome. I almost forgot about this story. It hadn't been updated since like a million years ago and I didn't remember what the name of it was. I only saw like one spelling mistake. When you said:


shacked that Chase had

Is that supposed to be shaken or shaked?

Another mistake I saw was:


Seeing as that was an obvious, he stayed at that

obvious is an adjective so it doesn't fit here. Probably a careless mistake seeing as how the rest of your chapter was perfect. That "obvious" needs to be modifying something like a noun. Or it could be:

Seeing as that was obvious, he stayed at that...

Those were like the only two mistakes I could find and the description in this chapter was...so AWESOME. Like on description you get 12/10. It was just perfect. keep it up!

Cs32
24th January 2005, 10:22 PM
Nice one Bulba. I just got home a bit ago and once I saw your PM, I came straight here. I like the cliffhanger at the end, even though it should be illegal to use a legendary pokemon like Motig said. Still though, great chapter.

Bulba the Great!
24th January 2005, 10:32 PM
Okay...


That was pretty awesome. I almost forgot about this story. It hadn't been updated since like a million years ago and I didn't remember what the name of it was.

Sorry, my mom kept banning me from the computer, or else I would have updated sooner...


I only saw like one spelling mistake. When you said:


Quote:
shacked that Chase had



Is that supposed to be shaken or shaked?

Oh, that's supposed to be shocked...funny, I read it over about three times, can't see how I missed that.


Seeing as that was an obvious, he stayed at that



obvious is an adjective so it doesn't fit here. Probably a careless mistake seeing as how the rest of your chapter was perfect. That "obvious" needs to be modifying something like a noun. Or it could be:

Seeing as that was obvious, he stayed at that...

As that was an obvious...I meant "as that was a given", but...yeah. Thanks for pointing that out, though.


Nice one Bulba. I just got home a bit ago and once I saw your PM, I came straight here. I like the cliffhanger at the end, even though it should be illegal to use a legendary pokemon like Motig said. Still though, great chapter.

Oh, well...I think you guys would prefer a Lugia/Grovyle battle as opposed to a...say, Jynx/Grovyle or something like that...it just brings the tension up a notch. I mean, Chase would need every trick in the book to take down a legendary Pokemon that is trained by an elite trainer...see? And besides, the battle is going by Will's standards, so of course he wouldn't make it illegal to use legendaries! Glad you liked it, really. *Pie for all*

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Twilight Absol
25th January 2005, 12:37 AM
Excellent Chapter, Bulba.
Will there be any history explaining why Chase forfeited before beating his opponent?

Cs32
25th January 2005, 1:28 AM
Whahooo! Pie for me! LoL

Bulba the Great!
25th January 2005, 1:58 AM
Yes, Cs32, pie. Yayness. :D


Excellent Chapter, Bulba.
Will there be any history explaining why Chase forfeited before beating his opponent?

Now I just realized I need to create a story for that...see, I originally didn't plan for me to say that, originally the fic said "fourth in the Hoenn Champs", but that contradicted my whole "Chase is undefeated" thing, so I added that he forfeited. Well, I gotta make a story for that now... *sigh* :D

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Lupin
25th January 2005, 7:24 PM
Oh...I forgot the no substitutions thing...I meant only partway through a battle, though...as in, Will can't pull back Espeon and release Slowking unless one of Chase's Pokemon are defeated. Why I didn't make him send Slowking out...Will was in shock that Chase could actually defeat one of his Pokemon. Before that, he said he would save "best for last", because he figured he wouldn't need to resort to Lugia. However, when Grovyle took his Espeon down, he realized that Slowking, with a type disadvantage, probably couldn't stand up to Grovyle, so instead, Will used his best...Lugia. Does that explain it?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

That does, you really do know your stuff here :). I agree with Twilight Absol about the history thing. Its good to hear about the history about peoples characters cos it makes you seem like a proper writer :)

Twilight Absol
4th February 2005, 4:17 AM
Well, I gotta make a story for that now... *sigh*
o.0 i 've never thought of that, but then, i 've never thought much about where stories came from.:D
Anyways, the Lugia part was totally unexpectated, that's what make stories fun!

Bulba the Great!
6th February 2005, 2:52 AM
Thanks, Lupin and Twilight(That's your new nickname:D) I feel so appreciated! :)

I was thinking of throwing a boring ol' Unown in instead...but Grovyle was NOT going to have to fight a little guy like that. So, Enter the Legendary Winged Pokemon...

I hope Chapter Three goes with everyone's tastes, too. I'm planning to fit the end of Chase's battle with Will(I won't tell the result), Chase's sixth Pokemon currently, and a flashback to the one time Chase stepped down...meh?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Flaming Lip
6th February 2005, 4:15 PM
Hey bulba I read One of the Many recently which I thought was great so now I see this fic and I decide to check it out. I like how you've uses devery thing you learned from your last fic and how you had the underated Will in this fic
9/10
Flaminglip ;359;

Bulba the Great!
17th February 2005, 10:41 PM
Hey bulba I read One of the Many recently which I thought was great so now I see this fic and I decide to check it out. I like how you've uses devery thing you learned from your last fic and how you had the underated Will in this fic
9/10

Thanks, flaminglip. I think you'll like Chapter three if you like One of Many. Incidentaly...

Chapter Three is here! I warn you, there are some plot points that will be confusing, but everything should be resolved by Chapter Four. And, by the way, I know the Chapter's rubbish, but please try to enjoy it best you can...

Destined-Chapter Three

“Lugia, Aeroblast!” Will’s words echoed menacingly throughout the arena of Battle Room C of the Celadon Pokemon Center. Chase Tang stared in awe at the legendary Pokemon now leering at him from across the room. The Pokemon he had thought was an urban legend was now widening its jaws and powering up a frightfully large looking Aeroblast attack. He took the time to realize that this creature was gigantic, about eighteen feet from one tip of its wing to the other. The Pokemon was a light blue color, with a small, dark teal underside. Its legs were relatively small and bulky, so Chase suspected it wasn’t very fast on land. Its neck was extremely long, and it ended in a small head. The head ended in a point, and covering its fiercely squinted eyes were pointed black shields. Shields such as these ran down its backside, and down a long tail, twice as long as its neck.

“Will, isn’t it against the rules to use legendary Pokemon such as Lugia?” Chase cried in frustration.

“Not on my battlefield, it isn’t!” Will grinned at Chase in mockery. Chase ignored him.

“I caught my little friend here on my last trip to Cianwood City over in the Johto region. She has been my faithful friend ever since.” He looked at Chase and realized that while he had been talking, Chase was thinking of a strategy.

“Hurry that Aeroblast, Lugia!” he cried.

“Grovyle, Agility! Outrun that monstrously…large pest!” Chase cried, desperate to get Grovyle in safety. He knew Lugia’s most sacred attack and most powerful was the Aeroblast maneuver.

“C’mon, Grovyle!” he cried again. Grovyle, however, was still standing in the pose it had defeated Espeon in. It seemed to be focusing on something.

“Grovyle?” Grovyle finally looked at his master and grinned reassuringly. A gentle mist rose from the ground around the Pokemon, and Grovyle himself started to glow a bright off-white color. The entire crowd stared at Grovyle, jaws open. Even Lugia paused to stare at this marvel.

“Grovye!” he cried one last time before his shape started to change. The large leaf growing from his head shrunk back into it, and instead two swept-back spikes took its place. His snout shortened, becoming more like a Treecko’s, only sharper. His body was writhing, growing larger, by feet. His neck elongated, and pod-like forms started sprouting up along his back. A large, leafy tail, spiky and guaranteeing a powerful Slam attack, now replaced where two razor-sharp leaves had been. His legs lengthened, and a third claw appeared on each foot. Up near his shoulders, his arms were growing out, too, the three leaves on each wrist becoming two sharp blades. The claws themselves grew fiercer looking, just as the rest of the body.

“Sceptile!” Grovyle’s new form cried in a low, gravelly voice, stamping its feet on the ground.

“Grov-I mean, Sceptile, your dream came true!” Chase called happily, staring in admiration at this new creature. Sceptile winked one of its bloodshot eyes, and leaped straight at Lugia, which released the Aeroblast attack. A white stream of cold air burst free of its constraints, hitting Sceptile dead-on.

“Sceptile!” Chase shouted in alarm.

“Scep?” asked Sceptile, walking from behind Chase. He didn’t look hurt in the least.

“But Aeroblast hit you dead on!” Chase said in amazement. Sceptile grinned and mimicked running.

“But it’s impossible to go that fast!” Sceptile stared at Chase knowingly.

“Isn’t it?”

“Chase, congratulations on the evolution, but can we please continue with the match?” Will asked from across the field.

“Right. Okay, Sceptile…hit Lugia into the ground with Slam!” Chase ordered. Sceptile grinned his strange, manic-type grin again and jumped high into the air until reaching the ceiling, his large tail spread, becoming larger and spikier, ready to hit Lugia.

“Lugia, hit it back with Gust!” Will cried. Lugia drew its wings back, but Sceptile arrived in front of it too quickly. He grinned at Lugia and hammered his tail into the ocean’s guardian. Lugia grunted on contact and swooned, dizzy from impact. It shook its head once, and plummeted to the ground. Sceptile punched the air triumphantly and landed safely beside Chase. Will had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit by Lugia’s tail as the large bird landed hard on the battlefield, creating a small earthquake. He fell back and gasped that such a meaningless looking attack could do so much damage.

“How did Sceptile hit so fast?” he asked in amazement.

“Come, Will. You can’t tell me you don’t know how fast Sceptile is? Its speed at best will occasionally rival that of a Ninjask!”

“My god…” Will murmured. He looked down at the head of his Pokemon, so mad his eyes even seemed to be radiating with anger. But when he looked back up, he was surprisingly calm.

“You cannot knock out a legendary that easily, Chase. They aren’t that weak.” He chuckled as Lugia rose up and roared at Sceptile, a roar so powerful that the battlefield shook.

“Sceptile, counter it with your Screech attack!” Chase cried. For the second time in the battle, Sceptile opened his mouth and released a relentless Screech attack, with double the power the original had. Lugia didn’t back down, instead opening its mouth wider. Sceptile refused to back down either, increasing intensity until both Pokemon’s trainer’s eyes were screwed up against the noise. Lugia finally snapped its neck back in pain, and closed its mouth. Sceptile grinned.

“Now that it’s disabled, hit it with Leaf Blade!” Chase yelled. Sceptile nodded at him and accelerated towards Lugia, his wrist blades glowing a bright green and turning to one big blur as he pulled his arms behind him.

“One Screech isn’t enough to slow Lugia down! Lugia, Hydro Pump!” Will shouted. He stared hard at Lugia, who looked almost sadly at him and nodded. Lugia pulled itself up and opened its mouth again. Sceptile beat it yet again in speed, however, and swiped both blades through Lugia’s skin. Lugia roared and started thrashing around, causing tremors through the floor. Sceptile made to run, but Lugia suddenly reared to full height and released a Gust attack. A large tornado of wind caught Sceptile in its spiral, throwing him at Chase. He landed with a dull thud, and skidded towards his trainer. He lay limp on the ground, staring deadly at Chase.

“You didn’t tell Lugia to use Gust, though!” Chase cried, frustrated.

“Of course I did. With my mind.” Chase looked at Will, who was smiling across the field at him.

“I’m a Psychic, Chase. Did you expect less?” Chase hit himself over the head. Of course, Will had paused that one moment! He shook himself and stepped to the center of the field. He kneeled down to Sceptile, who was now breathing hard, staring blankly at his trainer.

“I know that had to hurt, Sceptile. But can’t you fight one more battle? For me, bud?” Sceptile groaned and closed his eyes. The referee raised her flags.

“Sceptile Cannot Battle.” Chase sighed and pulled out Sceptile’s Poke Ball.

“Will is the win-What’s this?” Sceptile pulled its head up and nodded at Chase.

“Sceptile still has the urge to battle. The match will continue.”

“All right, Sceptile!” Chase cried, hugging him around the neck. Sceptile gave him a weary smile and stood up. Lugia flapped its wings and flew high above the battlefield again.

“Well, well, Chase Tang. It seems Sceptile still has some bite in him.”

“Yeah, he’s got bite. Sceptile, Solarbeam!” Chase ordered. Sceptile looked at him incredulously.

“You don’t have enough energy?” Chase asked sadly. Sceptile started to shake his head no, but then looked at his trainers face. He stopped midway and started vigorously nodding yes.

“All right!” Chase yelled, covering his mouth immediately, embarrassed. Will laughed and looked at Lugia. Chase looked closely and saw a small stir of royal purple behind his magenta colored pupils. Will looked directly at Chase and said out loud,

“Aeroblast.”

“So, this is how it’ll end, I expect.” Chase said casually as the two Pokemon powered their attacks.

“We’ll find out.” Will replied. Chase grinned.

“Sceptie!” Sceptile called, releasing a bright beam of blinding yellow-green light. Lugia roared and released its Aeroblast. The two attacks met each other in midair. Sceptile put up his arms to stop the explosion bound to happen. Sure enough, in a gigantic seismic explosion, the entire battlefield was covered in ash.

“Sceptile!”

“Lugia!”

The smoke cleared slowly. The light blue bubble around Sceptile faded. He had endured the attack with a Detect! Lugia, on the other end, was lying, coughing, on the battlefield.

“All right, Sceptile!” Chase cheered.

“Lugia, get up!” Will cried. Lugia opened its eyes and crooned at Will softly. He ran to his Pokemon’s side, putting his head to hers. Their eyes both glowed a deep purple, and Lugia stood up on its short legs, still weak, but willing. Will turned his back on Sceptile and said politely,

“One more round, Chase.” Chase grinned and nodded.

“All right, Will. Sir.” He added quickly.

“Lugia, Steel Wing!”

“Sceptile, when it comes towards you, hit its right wing with Bullet Seed!” Chase called out. Sceptile nodded and took its ready stance. Lugia’s wings turned to an iron gray. The bird dove down towards Sceptile.

“On my word…one…two…three!” Sceptile spit a Bullet Seed right at Lugia’s right wing.

“All righ-huwha?” Chase did a double take as the seeds ricocheted off her wings. Steel Wing connected, sending Sceptile smashing into the field. Sceptile didn’t move, as it was buried a foot and a half in the cement.

“Chase, you didn’t think that maneuver would work on a Steel Wing attack, did you?” Will asked. Chase ignored him, rushing to Sceptile’s side.

“Sceptile?” he asked, pulling the Pokemon’s head up. Sceptile gazed blearily at him, and fell unconscious. His head fell from his trainer’s hands to the floor.

“Sceptile is unable to battle. Will is our winner!” the referee yelled. Chase lowered his head, lost for words. He had never lost a battle, this was a new sensation to him. He couldn’t look up, couldn’t show Will or the crowd that was now cheering tremendously the tears welling up in his eyes. Chase looked down and thought back to the last time he had lost a battle…

Chase had just made top eight in the Hoenn League Tournament when he first met Wallace. They were to fight together in the next round. Wallace had called his hotel room the night before their big match…

“Hello?”

“Yes, is Chase on the other line?” The voice of a young man, maybe early twenties, was on the other end. His voice had a small hint of Hungarian accent to it.

“This is Chase…”

“Hello, my name is Wallace, Former Hoenn League Gym Leader, Master Pokemon Coordinator. I am told I will be facing you next round. Is this so?”

“Yeah, that’s true…”

“Okay, good. I wish you good luck, Chase Tang.”

“Chase?” Wallace’s voice rang from the phone a few seconds later.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still there?”

“You were a gym leader?” Chase heard a clunking sound from the other end.

“Wallace?”

“Yes, I was head of Sootopolis Gym. My master, Adan, is covering for me while I face the League. If I win this league, I am allowed to combat against the Elite Four.”

“Wow, a real gym leader, fighting me in the league…” Wallace made the same falling sound.

“Good Luck, Wallace!” Chase hung up, leaning back…

Pulling harshly back to reality, Chase stirred himself and concentrated on the present situation. He had to heal his Pokemon! He pulled up Sceptile’s Poke Ball and returned him home, placing the ball back on his belt. A hand was placed on his shoulder. He looked over it, expecting the hand to be that of Will’s. But no, Will was signing a woman’s handbag right over there! Chase looked into the face of a young man, maybe fourteen of age. Long, dirty blonde hair fell over his face, which had a bronze tone to it. His deep blue eyes were looking not quite at Chase, but through him, like this boy had seen more than Chase could know.

“Hey, good battle, bud. I’m Tracey, Tracey Morgan. From the town of Pallet.”

“Hi. Hi, I’m…I’m Chase-Chase T…Chase Tang. From L…Little…root t-town.” Chase was having trouble stringing his words together.

“Your Sceptile was awesome. His style reminded me of my Electrike, you know. Always ready to fight. Come to think of it, that’s like my Bulbasaur, too.”

“You’re a trainer?”

“Of course! When I heard my cousin Will was visiting Kanto, I just had to come see him.”

“He’s you’re cousin?”

“Yeah. Logan? Logan, c’mon over here!” A girl about Tracey’s age looked over her shoulder at Chase, sweeping a long sheet of velvety blonde hair back behind her head. She had a beautiful, pale face, with rosy cheeks and pale blue eyes that pierced into Chase’s heart. He smiled unconsciously at her as she walked over to him, followed by a deep, olive-colored Bulbasaur and a pale lime-green and yellow Electrike. The Bulbasaur smiled and laughed, jumping on top of Chase and licking his face.

“Bulby likes you, Chase.” Tracey laughed, petting Bulbasaur’s back, which was covered in one large, rounded rose bulb.

“That was a great battle, Chase Tang.” Logan said, her voice resounding nicely in Chase’s ear. He nodded, dimly. He was thinking, staring into Logan’s face. Logan, Tracey Morgan, Bulbasaur, Electrike…they were names he recognized from somewhere…

“Chase, good battle!” Logan repeated.

“Yeah…” Tracey helped Chase stand up, Chase still deep in thought.

“I had a dream about you…”

“What’s that now?” Tracey asked quickly.

“I had a dream I was to meet you two…” He pointed to Tracey and Logan, “And six Pokemon. A Bulbasaur, and Electrike, a Skarmory, a Squirtle, a Beedrill, and a Magikarp.”

“You just named all of our Pokemon!” Logan exclaimed.

“I’m supposed to meet you guys and…and do something…”

“Chase?” Will’s voice interrupted his train of thought.

“What is it?” he burst out, rather angrier than intended.

“I want to compliment your battling skills, they are truly superb.”

“But I lost!”

“Yes, but think of what you accomplished! You beat my Espeon and nearly took out a Lugia! You don’t call that an accomplishment?”

“Well, putting it that way…”

“You keep up your work, Chase. One day, we will fight again.”

“And I will win!” Chase cried out, punching the air. Will laughed.

“Don’t underestimate me either, Chase. I was not selected to be an Elite Four trainer for nothing. Do not forget that.”

“I won’t…”

“I must leave now, Chase. See to it Sceptile gets some care, he will be exhausted.”

“Right. See you later, Will.” Will turned around.

“Sir.” Will dropped his head in exasperation, but turned and held out his hand.

“Good meeting you, Chase.”

“And you.”

“We enjoyed watching your battle immensely, Mr. Will.” Tracey said, extending his own hand. Logan shook Will’s hand, too, and then asked for an autograph. Will signed her backpack, and Tracey’s badge case, before finally turning and leaving. Half the stadium emptied as his fans lined after him.

“Well, I’ll see you guys later,” Chase laughed, shaking both Tracey and Logan’s hands vigorously and making for the door.

“Chase, don’t you understand? We are destined to travel together. Tracey and I have both had a dream of meeting you and your Pokemon as well. We need to be together.”

“You mean, I get battle buddies?” Chase asked happily, turning back to them.

“Um…yeah, just don’t call me that.” Tracey laughed at Logan’s expression, and gave Chase the thumbs up.

“I think she likes you,” he whispered. Logan giggled and elbowed Tracey in the ribs.

“Bulby, Rikelec, you want to travel with Chase, don’t you?” Bulby nodded and jumped happily, while Rikelec acknowledged Chase and then curled into a ball at Tracey’s feet.

“He’s always like that, but he’s very loyal. He just doesn’t like showing his emotions very clearly.”

“Then it’s settled. We’ll travel together!”

“But where to?” Logan asked.

“We have no idea why we had to meet, right?” Tracey asked.

“Right.”

“Then let’s go to Vermilion City. I need to give Skar treatment for her eyes.”

“What’s wrong with them?”

“She’s blind.”

“Oh.”

“But first, we need to head over to the Celadon Court.”

“What? Ohmygod, are you guys spies, and I’m under arrest? You won’t take me alive!” Chase tried to run to the door, but Tracey pulled him back.

“Cool down, Chase. We’re witnesses at a trial for a man named Skylar.”

“Oh. Why is that?” Tracey looked at Logan.

“It’s a long story, Chase. A long story.”

To be continued…

*Deep breath* Bring it on...

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Cs32
17th February 2005, 11:26 PM
Awesome! So i'm guessing thats your way of telling us that Tracey from your other fic didn't die? I'd like to know how he and his pokemon got out of their graves after dieing for that matter. I think you did well with this chap, I would rate it 8.4/10. This new chap reminds me I have to get back to mine....
~~CS~~

Twilight Absol
18th February 2005, 1:13 AM
Whoa!!!!! Tracy is Back! YEAH!
ummm

“Of course! When I heard my cousin Will was visiting Kanto, I just had to come see him.”

“He’s you’re cousin?”

yet Tracy called Will Mr. Will ....... will you continue the story about Chase's loss? Because I'm still not very clear on what happened...

Bulba the Great!
18th February 2005, 1:26 AM
Awesome! So i'm guessing thats your way of telling us that Tracey from your other fic didn't die? I'd like to know how he and his pokemon got out of their graves after dieing for that matter. I think you did well with this chap, I would rate it 8.4/10. This new chap reminds me I have to get back to mine....
~~CS~~

Yeah, Tracey and Logan are back! As to how they "come back to life..." I'm telling that story in Chapter Four. I have a backstory for that, don't worry...

*Pie*


Whoa!!!!! Tracy is Back! YEAH!

Well...That was my...general reaction:)


yet Tracy called Will Mr. Will

Sharp eye...I didn't pick up on that, but Tracey isn't that well connected with him. Will isn't even really a cousin, he's Tracey's mother's sister's husband's second cousin...and Tracey would call him "Mr." anyway because he's an Elite Four Member... Or I made a mistake^^;;


will you continue the story about Chase's loss? Because I'm still not very clear on what happened...

Yeah, I wasn't very clear on that, the entirety of it appears next chapter. It'll be a "behind the story" type thing where Chase and Tracey and Logan trade their stories. I'm sorry it didn't make the cut...that story was lost during post-production:)

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Flaming Lip
18th February 2005, 2:02 AM
Nice job sorry I could not review earlier my internet went down. Nice chapter it had a huge suprise. Yay! Rikelec and Bulby are still alive *snuggles plushies*

You got anicce plot going and it is well written but it still has some holes as mentioned in other reviews. Oh well even the Harry Poter Books have plot holes.

Egerley (sp?) awaitng next chapter
Flaming Lip

Bulba the Great!
18th February 2005, 2:14 AM
Nice job sorry I could not review earlier my internet went down. Nice chapter it had a huge suprise. Yay! Rikelec and Bulby are still alive *snuggles plushies*

You just knew I had to bring those two into the fic...:) I'm glad you liked the chapter. *Pie for everyone!*


You got a nicce plot going and it is well written but it still has some holes as mentioned in other reviews. Oh well even the Harry Poter Books have plot holes.

Like I said, you'll have to wait until Chap. Four, just like with HP we'll have to wait for Book Six. *Sigh*

Thanks for reading!
~Bulby ;001;

Twilight Absol
18th February 2005, 2:20 AM
Ok, I shall wait quietly for the next chapter then....and the next....and the next...and the next....and the next

Blue Aurora
18th February 2005, 8:51 AM
Not bad. No need for changes Bulba except....how the hell can he get a Lugia??!!! Wouldn't that upset the balance of nature or something?

Lupin
18th February 2005, 11:32 AM
Great Chapter Bulba. I knew that Chase would lose, I figured that he'd get a draw at most. And Grovyles evolution was a nice surprise. I can't wait for the next chapter.

Motig
19th February 2005, 9:59 PM
Right then *cracks knuckles*, on with the reveiw.

Description and length were both fine, as was the pace and idea of the chapter. Although i couldn't help but feel the battle was dragged on. Tracey was a nice suprise, although it is confusing. I'm guessing this is a 'what if' thing. Good work overall.

Your mate

Motig

Shiny May
20th February 2005, 1:42 AM
nice story you've got here. I'm very intrigued by it and the battles were very well described. Except somebody catching a legendary, well I am not a big fan of that but it was okay. I wonder what will happen now, but I'll calmly await the next chap! Keep it up!

Waterlight
21st February 2005, 9:40 AM
This was really good like the last two chapters, although I was a bit surprised that Sceptile nearly beat Lugia; Well I was surprised with Will having Lugia anyway. Anyways that chapter was ace like the others. Can´t wait for the next chapter!

-Waterlight

Charziken 13
21st February 2005, 7:29 PM
Bulba! This is great work! Your characters are very believable(except Will, cause of the Lugia. I like Lugia, but it seems kind of unrealistic for there to be a legendary.(Why am I talking about realism? This is fantasy)), and I like the Pokemon choices. This really makes me sorry I quit reading One of Many. Still don't know why I did that. I had to dig it up from your posting record to find out about the dieing. Amazing. Purely amazing. Anyway, the battle here was good, and the evolution was cool, but why didn't Chase use his head? Seems like a noobish mistake for a near champion.But whatever. Can't wait for the backstory, and this time, I'll stick with the fic! Happy writing!

Kiyohime
21st February 2005, 7:50 PM
I'd have to qualify this fanfiction as "average." Everything about it is just that: average. But don't take that as a neccessarily bad thing. Description, grammar, plot, spelling, everything is neither bad or terribly outstanding, alothough the way you describe things is good. My only problem is with Will having a Lugia, it simply seems so outlandish and so "spur of the moment."

I would reccomend focusing on originality here, and try to refrain from making Chase a Gary-Stu.

..::Scrap::..

billy5772
21st February 2005, 8:31 PM
Great chapter Bulba! I noticed that some of your descriptions were a little awkward but not too bad. They just weren't as good as your previous chapters' descriptions which were awesome! The plot is advancing nicely and, apparently Tracey is a character from another fic of yours. I don't think I've read that one but good job at surprising some of the readers. I'll definitely be looking forward to that backstory chapter.

P.S. - sorry it took so long to review but I've been pretty busy. I haven't even updated my own fic in like a million years but I'll be back to R&R the next chapter.

Bulba the Great!
20th March 2005, 6:22 PM
Hi, guys, I'm finally posting again after the downtime!


Not bad. No need for changes Bulba except....how the hell can he get a Lugia??!!! Wouldn't that upset the balance of nature or something?

Good question, Blue(That's your nickname!). I figured that since there are more than one Lugia in the anime, and seeing as this follows the anime's standards, one Lugia being captured wouldn't throw anything off. And Sceptile was too powerful for anything but an inexperienced legendary.


Great Chapter Bulba. I knew that Chase would lose, I figured that he'd get a draw at most. And Grovyles evolution was a nice surprise. I can't wait for the next chapter.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Lupin. I couldn't keep Grovyle as it was, because Ash already has one in the show. So I figured this was a great opportunity to show Sceptile's woth, 'cause I think he's awesome! Chase needed to lose, anyway. I doubt anyone but and Elite Four member could defeat another member easily.


Right then *cracks knuckles*, on with the reveiw.

Description and length were both fine, as was the pace and idea of the chapter. Although i couldn't help but feel the battle was dragged on. Tracey was a nice suprise, although it is confusing. I'm guessing this is a 'what if' thing. Good work overall.

Your mate

Motig

Hey Motig, glad you found this chapter acceptable. I dragged the batle on because I wanted to show both trainer's worth. That can't be shown in a quick battle, can it? But, yeah, I'll try not to drag them on like that again. Don't worry if you're confused, I've got a backplot(which should appear in Chap. Four) that explains his return.


nice story you've got here. I'm very intrigued by it and the battles were very well described. Except somebody catching a legendary, well I am not a big fan of that but it was okay. I wonder what will happen now, but I'll calmly await the next chap! Keep it up!

Hey, welcome to the fic Shiny May! I'm glad you're intrigued by the plot. Don't worry, I'm not a big fan of legendaries meself, so I can guarantee that won't happen again anytime soon. Will's third was to be his trademark Xatu, but Satoshi already had one two chapters back. So I put Lugia in. Whoops.


Bulba! This is great work! Your characters are very believable(except Will, cause of the Lugia. I like Lugia, but it seems kind of unrealistic for there to be a legendary.(Why am I talking about realism? This is fantasy)), and I like the Pokemon choices. This really makes me sorry I quit reading One of Many. Still don't know why I did that. I had to dig it up from your posting record to find out about the dieing. Amazing. Purely amazing. Anyway, the battle here was good, and the evolution was cool, but why didn't Chase use his head? Seems like a noobish mistake for a near champion.But whatever. Can't wait for the backstory, and this time, I'll stick with the fic! Happy writing!

Welcome back, Charziken! I'm glad you enjoy choices made on Pokemon. Really? I'm sorry too! Well, I'm glad you enjoyed OoM. I hope Destined will come to measure up to it. The battle was good, eh? Well, I gave Chase those n00bish mistakes for a reason, but I'm not sure I made it too clear. His favorite parts of battling are type match-ups, and he usually picks the dis-advantaged Pokemon. Big mistake on his part. Oh, well, I'm glad you're sticking, there'll be better chapters ahead!


This was really good like the last two chapters, although I was a bit surprised that Sceptile nearly beat Lugia; Well I was surprised with Will having Lugia anyway. Anyways that chapter was ace like the others. Can´t wait for the next chapter!

-Waterlight

Well, I hope what was written above is enough for you, Waterlight. Chapter Four is under construction, maybe another week and a half? Thanks for posting!


I'd have to qualify this fanfiction as "average." Everything about it is just that: average. But don't take that as a neccessarily bad thing. Description, grammar, plot, spelling, everything is neither bad or terribly outstanding, alothough the way you describe things is good. My only problem is with Will having a Lugia, it simply seems so outlandish and so "spur of the moment."

I would reccomend focusing on originality here, and try to refrain from making Chase a Gary-Stu.

..::Scrap::..

Thanks for your time, Scrap. I understand what you're coming at, I am trying to throw original things into my fic. I hope the plot will get better(if you stick with the fic). I hope the above explanation is enough for the Will/Lugia conspiracy. And I'll try to keep Chase away from this Gary-Stu you speak of:)

Thanks for stopping by!


Great chapter Bulba! I noticed that some of your descriptions were a little awkward but not too bad. They just weren't as good as your previous chapters' descriptions which were awesome! The plot is advancing nicely and, apparently Tracey is a character from another fic of yours. I don't think I've read that one but good job at surprising some of the readers. I'll definitely be looking forward to that backstory chapter.

P.S. - sorry it took so long to review but I've been pretty busy. I haven't even updated my own fic in like a million years but I'll be back to R&R the next chapter.

Hey billy, glad you finally found time, I know the busy feeling! I found the descriptions a little awkward, too, to be honest. I hope Chapter Four makes up for it! Yes, Tracey and Logan are characters from OoM, and I hope the backstory explains enough for you. Glad to see you!

Any comments or concerns, post here. I'll be back in hopefully a week or so with a new chapter.

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Bulba the Great!
20th April 2005, 2:01 AM
Guys, I am SO incredibly sorry about the wait! I never got to finish Chapter Four, my mother banned me from the computer. I have a three day school trip tomorrow, but I swear I'll get back to Chapter Four after that. Again, I apologize.

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Twilight Absol
20th April 2005, 2:10 AM
Don't worry, I can wait, though I'm not sure about the others >.>
THere's a lot of good fics here to keep me distracted...
*looks at other fics*

Flaming Lip
20th April 2005, 2:19 AM
Hey I can survive the wait with Indy's fic, this is easy to wait for

Lupin
20th April 2005, 3:22 PM
Don't worry Bulba. We can wait, just take all the time you need to finish.

Bulba the Great!
18th May 2005, 3:23 AM
Well, it's finally here! That's right, Chapter Four is up. Get it while it's hot.

This Chapter is a bit more violent than the others, though(not much). It also contains some OOM shipping(that's my dubbed ship for Tracey/Logan), but again, not that much.

Oh, well, here it is...

Destined-Chapter Four

Sunlight streamed through the large stadium placed in the center of Ever Grande city. Every seat of the stadium was packed, the crowd anxious to see the Pokemon battle promised to come up next, the former Sootopolis Gym leader, Wallace, and the newcomer Chase Tang. But where were the trainers?

Sitting in the waiting area, anxious to battle his next opponent, sat Chase Tang. He was feeling a little nervous, though. He was going to battle Wallace, the man who needed no last name. Chase had searched out the statistics of this former Gym leader, and realized he was going to be a mighty tough opponent. Even though he used Water types, this guy was undefeated! And, on top of that, he was a Master Rank Pokemon Coordinator! Chase had therefore been extremely careful to pick his most trusted Pokemon to battle this pro.

“Chase?” The same voice Chase had heard on the telephone only last night broke his line of thought.

“Yes?” Chase looked up locking eyes with Wallace, feeling rather weak. The man had a powerful gaze, overcast in a hat similar to that of a common sailor’s. He had locks of long turquoise hair brushing his cheeks, continuing back to a sleek, loosely tied ponytail. He was a tall man, sporting a collared sailor’s suit to match his hat.

“Hello again. May I sit down?”

“Um…sure. Yeah, sit.” Chase practically leapt from his seat, pushing Wallace into it. He raised an eyebrow at this, but ran his fingers through his hair and smiled all the same.

“We meet for the first time. What brought you to the Pokemon League, Chase?” Chase swayed on the spot, looking down at his feet. He had never met a celebrity before.

“I…got the required badges, sir.”

“Please, call me Wallace.” When Chase did not add anything, Wallace continued talking, holding the conversation.

“As you well know, I ran the Sootopolis Gym. I chose to enter the Emerald Competition because, as you know, the former Elite Champion Steven has chosen to hone his skills in the Meteor Fall. I hope to take his place instead.”

“That’s a good goal, sir.” A bell rang out, clear and long.

“I hope you battle well, Chase. Let us go.” Chase nodded shakily, and stood up. He patted his belt reassuringly, hoping his team wouldn’t let him down.

……………………………….

Five minutes later, the challengers met on the field, the referee stating the rules and regulations. It was to be a three-vs.-three battle, with no time limit. Wallace and Chase shook hands, taking their places on the battlefield. The referee called the start of the battle. Chase sighed, trying to take all of this in.

“I’ll choose first, then. Go, Lombre!” Wallace threw a Poke Ball into the stadium, releasing a lime green Pokemon with baby blue arms. On top of its head was a large lotus pad, almost like a Mexican sombrero. Its mouth was almost like a beak, light red and jutting out from under its cap. There was nothing ferocious looking about it, even its eyes looked disinterested. In fact, the moment Lombre was released, it started dancing, snapping its stubby red claws in rhythm.

“Lombre!”

Chase looked down at his waist, thinking hard.

“Right, then…um, Pidgeot, go!” Chase threw his sphere, releasing a large, fierce-looking bird of prey. It had a tan covering of feathers, and a creamy white down. It had a large, six-foot wingspan. Sweeping from behind its narrowed eyes was a spectacle of gold and scarlet plumage. Its talons were large and fierce, and its tail stuck out straight behind it, each fuscia feather adjusting to the different air currents.

“Piiijot!” It cried shrilly.

“Commence!” the referee cried.

“Lombre, Fake Out!” Wallace called. Lombre jumped at Pidgeot, clapping its four-fingered hands. A white flash and small pop rang through the stadium. Pidgeot suddenly flinched and plummeted to the ground.

“Pidgeot!?” Chase cried out.

“Good work. Now, Thief attack!” Lombre landed on top of Pidgeot, grabbing it and jumping away a split second later. The Quick Claw Chase had attached to his Pokemon to increase agility was enclosed in Lombre’s small hand.

“Lombre!” it giggled, doing a small dance. Chase’s face hardened.

“Pidgeot, Featherdance!” Pidgeot leaped back to its talons, flapping its wings at Lombre. A cloud of tan colored feathers flew towards it, surrounding the Pokemon and closing in like a tomb of pillows. Lombre made a choking noise, and sagged weakly as the feathers settled to the ground.

“Lombre? Try a Fury Swipes!” Wallace called, surprisingly still calm. Lombre snapped to attention and raised its right arm, gouging its claws into Pidgeot. The flying Pokemon landed, hard, in front of Chase, Lombre still clawing at it.

“Pidgeot is unable to battle!” the referee announced.

“But Featherdance is supposed to lower the opponent’s attack!” Chase cried.

“Lombre merely played dead. It was actually using Absorb to drain Featherdance’s energy during that time.” Wallace smiled sweetly at Chase. Pidgeot’s picture dimmed on the scoreboard towering above the contestants. Chase returned Pidgeot to its Poke Ball, stunned. It took him a moment to choose his next Pokemon.

“Let’s go, Drowzee!” Chase threw another Poke Ball, which opened up to reveal a small, goldenrod colored Pokemon. It stood upon short, stubby brown legs, the color stretching to its midriff. Its arms were not much better than its legs, slow looking and three-fingered. It had an intelligent looking face, its nose extending almost like an elephant’s trunk over its mouth, which was open and drooling. It eyes were quick and alert, however, darting over the field. The Pokemon was obviously built for mental battling, not physical combat.

“Drowzee…” she called in a rich, rolling tone.

“Drowzee, Hypnosis!” Chase yelled, hoping to disable his opponent. Drowzee stared directly at Lombre, drawing its gaze towards her. Her eyes glowed a deep maroon, which slowly crept into Lombre’s eyes as well. Lombre swayed on the spot, and without missing a beat, passed out.

“Lombre is incapacitated! Drowzee triumphs!” called the referee. Wallace’s eyes widened in shock.

“But in my gym, the rules state a Pokemon is still able to battle with status conditions!” he cried.

“The Emerald Competition rules do not coincide with those of gyms. Release another Pokemon!” the referee yelled. Wallace shook his head, pulling Lombre back.

“You’re up next, Wailord!” Wallace threw his next orb into the battle, releasing a tyrant of a Pokemon. The creature filled an entire half of the battlefield, almost fifty feet wide. For such a huge body, it had surprisingly gentle features. Its eyes were small and intelligent, almost like two inset coals. Its rubbery skin was a rich cobalt blue, its underbelly a milky white color. It was constantly blowing a spray of water through the blowhole on the back of its head. The Pokemon let out a low, deep, almost musical wail.

“Wailord, Waterfall!” Wallace yelled. Wailord looked at it master, and slammed its tail into the ground, causing shock waves throughout the stadium. It leapt with amazing force at Drowzee, releasing a huge spray of water, knocking her high into the air.

“Drowzee, retaliate with Thunderpunch!” Drowzee nodded, slowed her descent with a Psychic wave, and flew toward Wailord, raising her left arm. Sparks rolled across her fist, creating small explosions of friction. She slammed her fist into Wailord, causing it to slide into a stadium wall, which cracked at certain points. It let out a huge moan of pain, falling to the ground with a large thud.

“Fissure!” Wallace yelled in desperation. Wailord slammed its huge body into the ground again, causing a large crack to appear in the stadium ground. It split the stadium in half, Drowzee caught right in the middle. She flailed and tried to focus enough to lift herself out, to no prevail. The chasm closed again, shutting with Drowzee still inside! Chase gasped and ran to the center of the field, where the two sides had closed together with a massive resounding bang.

“But what happened to Drowzee?” he cried desperately. He suddenly realized her Poke Ball had broken off from his belt, hovering above the spot where Drowzee had stood last. In a flash of red light, Drowzee converted into energy and shut itself back home.

“Um…” Chase stared at the Poke Ball, which had flown back into his hand, in shock.

“Drowzee is unable to battle! Wailord is victorious!”

“Call out your last Pokemon, Chase.” Chase looked hard at Wallace, before shaking his head.

“No.”

“What?”

“I forfeit. You’re obviously champion material, Wallace. You deserve Steven’s spot.”

“What are you going on…” Wallace trailed off, realizing the seriousness of Chase’s statement. He went to protest, then set his face.

“If that is you decision.” He called Wailord back, walking to Chase again, shaking his hand.

“It takes a true man to forfeit in his Pokemon’s favor. I respect you for that.”

“Good luck in the league, Wallace. Sir.”

……………………………….

“And that’s…how it happened,” Chase Tang finished, lamely. He was sitting on a log, warming his hands on a fire. It was deep night, nearly midnight. Tracey Morgan and Logan Clements were looking at Chase in pity from their respective spots around the fire. Their Pokemon were assembled around the fire with them, all watching Chase finish his story. His Drowzee, who was sitting next to him, had been adding small details from the fight to him, having been present at the battle.

Tracey had taken off his vest, wearing just a white T-shirt now. His headband was laying in his backpack, his hair now tied back to keep it out of his eyes. Logan had pulled her hair back, too, because it helped her concentrate properly. Chase had taken off his hat, letting his scruffy off-white hair flop down onto his neck. After several minutes of silence, Tracey was the first to talk.

“So you just…gave up?” Tracey had an understanding tone in his voice, as he had been in those positions before.

“I realized that Wallace deserved the title of Champion more than me. I, however, wanted to remain a free spirit, traveling to different lands. I wasn’t ready to take on such a burden yet.”

“That was the only other time you’ve ever lost?” Logan quipped, looking at Chase pityingly.

“Yes. I shouldn’t have been that cocky this afternoon.”

“What do you mean?”

“All three Pokemon I used were at disadvantages. I know that type doesn’t always count,” he added, nodding respectively towards Sceptile, Tyrogue, and Nidorino, “but against Will…wow. I’ve never seen that type of power before. It scared me.”

“You’ve never faced a legendary type, either, have you?” Tracey added. Chase looked at him, shaking his head.

“Never in combat. I hope you understand how I feel right now.”

“Well, I’ve never actually forfeited…I’ve actually lost, though. It’s a very crushing feeling, isn’t it?” Tracey placed his hand on Bulby’s forehead, smiling slightly and removing it. Bulby was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the plot that had been painted over the last half hour.

“Yeah…” There was utmost silence for a moment.

“Bulby’s asleep,” Logan said finally. Tracey nodded.

“Guess we should turn in for the night, eh?”

“Yeah…”

“C’mon, Bulby, Rikelec, Skar…” Tracey returned his Pokemon to their respective Poke Balls, placing them back into his pack. He looked back at Chase, who was hopping on one foot, having just put the other in the fire, and Logan, who was putting out the said fire with her Squirtle’s Bubble attack. He smiled and climbed into the tent, turning in for the night.

……………………………….

“So, where do we go from here?” Logan asked, yawning. It was morning, and Chase had just awoken to find Tracey and Logan sitting outside with Tracey’s Town Map stretched out in front of them, tracing the routes out of Celadon City.

“Well, there are several different things to do, really. We need to attend Skylar’s trial in Celadon Court, but that’s three days from now. We could head to the local gym, and challenge Erika, the gym leader…but that’s not going to take up three days…”

“Can I make a suggestion?” Chase’s voice rang out from the tent flap, mingled with a long yawn.

“Nice of you to join us, Chase,” Tracey said, smiling.

“Glad to help. I think we should challenge Erika, like you said, and then go train in the Saffron Mountains for a few days.”

“Just train?”

“Yeah. Don’t you guys know how to train properly?”

“Ummm….”

“C’mon! You withdraw yourself from civilization for a few days, and become one with your Pokemon. Something I learned from Brawly, head of the Dewford Gym.”

“Oh. Okay, if that’s what you want…”

“Perfect! I’m gonna get dressed now.” Chase withdrew himself into the tent again, humming merrily to himself.

“Right. So, Celadon it is, Logan?” Tracey looked over at his companion. She was sleeping peacefully on the ground. He smiled and reached over to wake her up, but thought better of it. He instead rolled up the Town Map, pulled himself up, and stretched. Bulby ran out of the tent, smiling eagerly and diving into Tracey’s arms. He laughed and rubbed his head.

“Bulba, shar!” Bulby exclaimed. Skar flew out after him, missing Tracey and hitting Logan’s arm. She shuddered at the cold steel plating covering Skar’s body, and opened her eyes.

“Oh! I fell asleep. Sorry, Tracey, but I’m still not able to sit through your strategic mumbo-jumbo. Let’s just get breakfast going so we can get on the way.” She jumped up, apparently awake and ready. Tracey shook his head, and walked towards the tent.

“Don’t come in! I’m not ready!”

“I just need my pack, Chase!” Tracey made to enter the tent, but he was hit back by his backpack, which Chase had brandished wildly through the doorway.

“Right…I’m gonna make breakfast now, ‘kay?”

“That’s cool. Be out in five minutes.”

“Right-o.”

……………………………….

Tracey was just finished setting out his pots and pans when Chase flew out of the tent. He nearly ran past Tracey without a word, but at the last minute he grabbed a loaf of bread and blew past him, yelling a thanks.

“Where’re you going?” Tracey was afraid Chase may have run too far to hear him, but Chase’s voice rang out in the distance.

“Training!”

“Wow, he really is serious about this whole training thing. I really should start training for Celadon Gym.”

“Can we eat breakfast first?” Logan appeared behind him, shielding his eyes with her hands. Tracey laughed and nodded, picking up a bottle of water. Logan instead pulled him back and hugged him, Tracey keeling over, resulting in the two of them lying sprawled out on the ground. Logan was laughing so hard she seemed almost to be choking. Tracey looked up and realized with a jolt of fear that a large, muscular man had grabbed Logan in a bear hug and was wrapping his arms around her neck. Logan started kicking and screaming as loud as possible, but he clamped his hand over her mouth.

“What the-let go of her!” Tracey dove at him, grabbing for Logan, but he merely guffawed and stepped aside, Tracey instead hitting his cooking equipment.

“I win!” he cried in a low, guttural voice. Tracey pushed himself back up, only to be sent crashing back down by a quick Pokemon attack to the head. A Scizor was standing poised over him, its arm raised. Tracey had just enough time to appreciate this man was clothed in Team Skye garb before passing out.

Logan bit his hand, giving enough delayed time to yell, “Squirtle, Beedrill!” before he re-established his grip. He roughly turned her head to face him, observing her face. The man had a small, tight-skinned red face, with a round nose and pursed lips.

“You’re a pretty one,” he drawled, his foul breath passing across her face. She narrowed her eyes and kicked him in the shins. He ignored the kick and mover her face closer to his.

“Where’s Skylar?” He released his grip on her mouth and looked at her expectantly.

“Bulby! Rikelec! Someone!” she yelled. He grabbed her mouth again and growled.

“I’ll tell you something. See them?” He beckoned to a cage she hadn’t noticed before. All of her and Tracey’s Pokemon were held captive, Rikelec charging recklessly at the lock, his fur sparking with electricity. Logan gasped.

“Yeah. My Scizor here will curse them into oblivion if you give me one bit of trouble. Now, I’m gonna ask you again, and this time you’re gonna answer. Got it?” Logan nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

“Where is Skylar?” He released his grip.

“I-I don’t know…” He slapped her roughly across the cheek.

“You do, because you’re gonna be at his trial. Where are they keeping him?”

“I don’t-” Logan felt his hand hit her cheek again.

“I can do worse, hear? I’d answer quickly.”

“I can’t tell you!” He slapped her.

“Why not?”

“I DON’T KNOW WHERE HE IS, DAMMIT!” Logan stomped on his foot. He grit his teeth and signaled to Scizor. It pulled Rikelec out of the cage and closed his frail body between one of his large claws. Rikelec yelped, sparking. Scizor ignored it.

“Where is he?” Before Logan could muster up the energy to answer, Rikelec glowed and violent blue and barked loudly. Scizor released it quickly, as if it were on fire. Rikelec barked, and jumped to his feet again. Small explosions of static were created as he continued glowing. He started growing, his legs elongating and his body muscles tightening. In a flash of lightning, he leapt at Scizor.

“Mane! Manectric!” the new form yelled. Scizor raised its arms in defense…

To be continued…

Meh?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Twilight Absol
18th May 2005, 5:03 AM
Ah, a typical cliffy, and the Team Skype appearance was very sudden, and kind of confusing actually, it just suddenly switched scenes for me, and I was greatly confused.
The Wallace story makes some sense, but some how, it doesn't seem all that credible, since why would some one climb so many mountains, wade through so deep rivers, cry so many tears, perspire so muc hsweat, and then give it up without a real fight? I expected the pokemon getting hurt thing, but it doesnt seem if the pokemon were that hurt to the point where he'd forfeit to save them. I expected Grovyle to put up a fight, and then he forfeited because A Glalie or something was out, making it impossible for him to win. Or, the trainer was injured or his pokemon refused to fight for some reason. Of course, there are excellent parts in this story, I liked how you reintroduced the characters from One of Many and gave somewhat of a welcome back.
However, it might be time for you to start developing the plot to some thing we saw beyond One Of Many, I certainly don't want such a strong foundation to end up as a regular Trainer's fic, that would be such a Disappointment....


And Until Next TIme!
TA

Lupin
18th May 2005, 7:07 PM
Very nice. It took me a while to remember who the other two were, but I remembered after I re-read the previous chapter :D.

It gets better. The bad guy appearance was a nice ending, and so was the evolution.

Motig
18th May 2005, 8:45 PM
Sorry for not replying sooner, WoW is kinda a sucks u in, and its really hard to get on here. Gd chapter, although i saw a few mistakes. Description and length were both okay.

Good luck with the next chapter

Your mate,
Motig

Flaming Lip
18th May 2005, 8:47 PM
Ooo... Esta muy bueno. That was a good evil cliffy you pulled there. This is getting to be good...

I'll review the next chapter in a more detailed away as I am a bit tight on time...

Off Topic: no your spanish is not awsome... Basic at most.... No es bueno Bulba, es porbre = It is not good Bulba, tis a bit poor... Oh well you'll improve eventually...

Bulba the Great!
28th May 2005, 4:14 PM
Well...to answer a few confusions and such...


Ah, a typical cliffy, and the Team Skype appearance was very sudden, and kind of confusing actually, it just suddenly switched scenes for me, and I was greatly confused.

By switching scenes, as you say, are you talking about the fact he just comes out of nowhere? I actually wasn't too fond on the idea, but I wanted to point out the fact that just because Skylar was arrested doesn't mean that his team is dead...they're still looking for him. Don't worry, he won't be as important next chapter, most should be focused on Chase...


The Wallace story makes some sense, but some how, it doesn't seem all that credible, since why would some one climb so many mountains, wade through so deep rivers, cry so many tears, perspire so muc hsweat, and then give it up without a real fight? I expected the pokemon getting hurt thing, but it doesnt seem if the pokemon were that hurt to the point where he'd forfeit to save them. I expected Grovyle to put up a fight, and then he forfeited because A Glalie or something was out, making it impossible for him to win. Or, the trainer was injured or his pokemon refused to fight for some reason.

Yanno, I really didn't like the sudden ending to the Wallace battle, either. Sorry to dissapoint you, I just didn't have enough time to put in another awesome Grovyle battle without making the chapter fifteen pages long...I know that probably wouldn't have mattered, but I merely wanted to explain what Chase's last loss was like...He actually forfeited in Wallace's favor, because he knew his Grovyle would be more than capable of defeating Wailord...but he realized, halfway through, that Wallace deserved the chance of becoming champion, not him...there was still potential in his journey as a Pokemon trainer...I hope you understand what I'm saying.


Of course, there are excellent parts in this story, I liked how you reintroduced the characters from One of Many and gave somewhat of a welcome back.

You liked that? Good, not the entire story was crap...


However, it might be time for you to start developing the plot to some thing we saw beyond One Of Many, I certainly don't want such a strong foundation to end up as a regular Trainer's fic, that would be such a Disappointment....


And Until Next TIme!
TA

Actually, I have a nice plot twist planned...but it'll take some more "useless trainer chapters" to get to it...Unfortunately, you may have to endure at least six more of them. Destined is actually a sequel to One of Many, guys, and following after this will be another fic. It's gonna be one of those cheap three-parters. I call it the Destiny trilogy...cheap, I know, but basically the whole plot as of now is that...


Very nice. It took me a while to remember who the other two were, but I remembered after I re-read the previous chapter .

Yeah, sorry I took so long updating, Lupin. It hopefully will never be this long again:)


It gets better. The bad guy appearance was a nice ending, and so was the evolution.

I'm glad it kept you interested, then:D


Sorry for not replying sooner, WoW is kinda a sucks u in, and its really hard to get on here. Gd chapter, although i saw a few mistakes. Description and length were both okay.

Good luck with the next chapter

Your mate,
Motig

That's alright, Motig, we all get distracted, glad you stopped in:) (Oh, and I will get back to reading My End once the hell of school is over)


Ooo... Esta muy bueno. That was a good evil cliffy you pulled there. This is getting to be good...

Don't go speaking Spanish on me!:P I like doing cliffies...one of the only things you know I'm gonna keep throwing at you guys is cliffies.


I'll review the next chapter in a more detailed away as I am a bit tight on time...

Aren't we all? *sigh*


Off Topic: no your spanish is not awsome... Basic at most.... No es bueno Bulba, es porbre = It is not good Bulba, tis a bit poor... Oh well you'll improve eventually...

Lol, my Spanish does need loads of work. I'll try to get better, though-honest!

If all goes well, as we all know it won't, I'll have chapter five in about two weeks. Kay?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

P.S. I did this back in OoM...what Pokes would YOU guys like to see under Chase's command? I won't kill him off before he can obtain them, don't worry.

Aldrai
28th May 2005, 4:53 PM
I didn't notice many spelling or grammatical errors, or content for that matter. The battles are well-written, and in general the description flows, and is very easy to read.


Ah, a typical cliffy, and the Team Skype appearance was very sudden, and kind of confusing actually, it just suddenly switched scenes for me, and I was greatly confused.
I agree.. I was sort of skimming that paragraph and then there was this guy there, strangling Logan... o_O; But you pulled it off, anyhow. Oh, and yay for Rikelec. Manectric is one of my favorites.

Keep going, Bulby. D:

billy5772
31st May 2005, 8:33 PM
This was a good chapter Bulba. It did get a little confusing at parts but overall, I pretty much knew what was going on every step of the way.

I liked the battle but I agree with TA that Chase gave up too easily. Drowzee had gotten a good thunderpunch in and Wailord's a water type. That should've been a good starting point for Grovyle to finish the job [grass type vs. water type]. Other than that, I enjoyed the guy from team Skye showing up and Rikelec's evolution was an exciting addition to this chapter. Well, sorry for the late review but I was a little busy. Keep up the good work!

Aquas
4th June 2005, 8:34 PM
Good Story
I Really like It

Bulba the Great!
17th June 2005, 2:39 AM
I didn't notice many spelling or grammatical errors, or content for that matter. The battles are well-written, and in general the description flows, and is very easy to read.

Thank you, very much!


I agree.. I was sort of skimming that paragraph and then there was this guy there, strangling Logan... o_O; But you pulled it off, anyhow. Oh, and yay for Rikelec. Manectric is one of my favorites.

Keep going, Bulby. D:

I meant it to be sudden...odd, I guess it was too sudden. Dammit:P


This was a good chapter Bulba. It did get a little confusing at parts but overall, I pretty much knew what was going on every step of the way.

That's good to hear.


I liked the battle but I agree with TA that Chase gave up too easily. Drowzee had gotten a good thunderpunch in and Wailord's a water type. That should've been a good starting point for Grovyle to finish the job [grass type vs. water type]. Other than that, I enjoyed the guy from team Skye showing up and Rikelec's evolution was an exciting addition to this chapter. Well, sorry for the late review but I was a little busy. Keep up the good work!

I've already explained to best my ability. Sorry:(

Thanks for dropping in!

Well guys, I tried my best with the following chapter. Yes, I am done with chapter five. I had the feel of rushiness and bad writing oozing from it...but hopefully that won't matter that much to you?

I can't say nutin' more.

Destined-Chapter Five

“Two, three, four, five!” The silky voice of the ninja known as Blade rang out in the dark heart of the Saffron Forest. He was using a smoothly carved wooden scythe to spar with his dark rodent Pokémon, Sneasel. Sneasel’s right claw swung past his blade and struck him with great force on the shoulder. He grunted, falling back and grabbing the tear in his clothing. Sneasel stood triumphantly over him, licking her paws. Blade sighed and glared back into her fierce eyes.

“Impressive. If you could channel your anger into our battles, we wouldn’t have lost against him, would we?” He struck without warning, sending Sneasel into a nearby bush. Sneasel reacted almost immediately, rebounding off the plant and striking at Blade, who blocked the blow off her claw with his blade.

“You’re still putting too much attention on the attack! You have to focus on speed, that’s how I blocked your blow, I saw the attack a mile away!” Sneasel nodded, taking in everything her master said. Even though he showed no love for her, he was helping her become a fierce battler. She was already starting to adopt his cold attitude, and he had just caught her a week ago.

“Zangoose will show you how it’s done.” Without warning, the fierce mongoose Pokémon leapt at Sneasel, claws outstretched and aiming for her heart. She reacted quickly, holding out her paws in response…

………………………………………………..

“Sceptile, Dragon Claw!” As Blade trained his Pokémon ruthlessly, not ten leagues away, aspiring master Chase Tang was training his team of creatures as well. His newly evolved Sceptile raised its three-fingered claw at command and ran straight at the target Chase had traced on a tree for him. His arm glowed a deep golden color, flames encircling his wrist. The tree snapped in half, allowing Chase’s Banette to lift it up with its Psychic attack and placing it on the top of a pile of approximately eight other pieces.

“Awesome, bud! Now, switch!” Sceptile stepped aside, allowing Absol to take its place. Banette shot a Will-o-Wisp attack at another tree, burning a bulls-eye mark on it.

“Absol, Razor Wind!” Absol nodded eagerly and pulled its head back, the scimitar on its head glowing a blinding golden color. Two small whirlwinds whipped up around him, giving him an almost godly appearance. Absol merged the twisters into one large wind, pushing it toward the tree. As the dust disappeared, the tree came into view, stripped of bark, leaves, and branches. Absol shot a beam of energy at it from the blade on its head, causing the tree to keel over.

“Absol!” he cried in triumph, pouncing on Chase and knocking him over, licking his face. Chase laughed, petting Absol’s smooth fur for a few seconds.

“Good job, Absol.” Absol nodded, leaping off of his master.

“Now you, Nidorino!”

………………………………………………..

Logan Clements watched in amazement as Rikelec, Tracey Morgan’s Electrike, transformed violently in front of her eyes. The large man holding her neck seemed to have forgotten she was there, watching the evolution take place. Thunderclouds gathered above, sending great bolts of lightning from the sky. One hit the creature’s body, shattering into sparks from the fierce energy leaking from him.

“Mane, Manectric!” he barked.

The storm immediately stopped, and the violent glow of light stopped. A lithe, majestic looking Pokemon jumped out from the shadows, leaping at the trainer’s Scizor. There was a flash of teal fur and scarlet plating as both Pokémon clashed together. Scizor swiped at Manectric with a large claw, just missing it as the creature jumped out of the way, smashing back into it with a fresh shower of sparks. A small explosion occurred, throwing dust everywhere. A smoke cloud hung over the spot where the two collided, sizzling with energy.

The dark form of Rikelec’s graceful body showed for a split second before the Pokémon nullified the cloud, revealing the limp body of Scizor clamped in the beast’s mouth. He lowered the bug to the ground, shocking it one last time before stepping back. He looked at Logan with an almost apologetic expression, before turning to the man and growling. The thug let go of Logan and raised his arms, as if to fight the Pokémon himself. One jolt of electricity rendered him unconscious, his large body falling beside Scizor’s. Rikelec stood proudly over his prey for a half moment, before running to his master’s side and licking Tracey’s elbow, nudging him with his paw.

“Rikelec…wow. Good…good job.” Logan walked shakily over to him, cautiously putting out her hand. Rikelec accepted it, closing his eyes as she rubbed his snout. A clanging sound rang through the valley as Bulby broke free of the cage he was being held captive in and ran to Tracey’s side, headbutting him and crying out.

“Don’t worry, Bulby. He’s not dead. We’ve got to get him to the Pokémon Center quickly, though. C’mon, we have to find Chase. Rikelec, can you carry Tracey on your back?” Rikelec nodded his head gracefully, bending down and accepting his master’s weight. Bulby helped position Tracey accordingly, then proceeded to pull the ruins of the steel cage apart with his Vine Whip, releasing Skar, Squirtle, Magikarp, and Beedrill.

“Let’s go. Beedrill? Guard the camp. We have to go on a short trip. 'Kay?” Beedrill buzzed once, and flew over to the campsite, settling down in front of the tent.

“I’m gonna leave Squirtle and Magikarp to help you, Beedrill.” Her other Pokémon nodded, plodding heavily to Beedrill’s side.

“What’ll we do with these two?” she asked, kicking the large man roughly.

“Mane…” Rikelec growled deeply, shocking the two once more.

“Don’t worry. Beedrill? Use String Shot on these two. Make sure they don’t escape. We’ll be back in about half an hour. Come on, Bulby. We have to find Chase!” Beedrill tied the two up as Logan, Rikelec, and the others ran off, Rikelec in the lead.

………………………………………………..

A loud crash resounded through the forest as a Sneasel slashed down another tree, leaving the remains behind. Blade was taking a detour through the Saffron Forest to Celadon City, and the easiest way to do it was to have Sneasel destroy half the forest. Another tree fell behind Sneasel.

“We’re gonna beat him to a pulp this time! And we’ll win another one of those so-called badges from the Celadon Gym. We can’t steal them all! But first, we’re taking him down…” Blade’s voice was dripping with the utmost loathing.

“Keep it up, Sneasel, before I send out another Pokémon to do the work for you!”

“Snee!”

“I’m coming for you, daddy!”

………………………………………………..

“Tyrogue, use Tackle now!” Chase yelled. Tyrogue slammed his small body into the tree stump in front of him. The stump exploded, sending shards of wood everywhere.

“Chase!” Logan’s voice interrupted his training.

“Logan?” Chase squinted towards the direction he had heard her voice, making out the form of a Manectric running towards him with a body on its back.

“Logan? What happened?!” Chase ran towards the Manectric, wondering what Logan was leading him on about. Logan appeared behind the Manectric, with Bulby in tow.

“Chase, Skylar’s in trouble!”

“Logan, what’s-” He cut off as the Manectric jumped over him, landing in front of Sceptile. The two looked at each other for a moment before the dog bared its teeth and barked a challenge to Sceptile. The grass lizard looked back at the Manectric with disinterest in its eyes. Manectric’s fur stood on end.

“Chase! Oh, Chase!” Logan ran into Chase’s arms, surprising the boy greatly.

“Logan…this is so sudden…”

“Chase, Team Skye is searching for Skylar! That means they’re going to be looking for Tracey and me!”

“What makes you say that?” Chase looked down at Logan, who had tears in her eyes.

“A man from Team Skye just attacked us! His Pokémon jumped Tracey-”

“Where’s Tracey?”

“He’s right there, on Rikelec’s back!”

“I don’t see Rikelec…”

“The Manectric, right there!” Chase looked. He turned his head back to Logan.

“…But Rikelec’s an Electrike.” He looked puzzled.

“You call yourself a Pokémon master? Electrike evolve into Manectric!”

“Ohh…”

“But that isn’t the point! The man grabbed me and-”

“Did he hurt the little girly-girl?” A strange, horribly mocking voice sounded from behind the two. Chase looked around, pulling Logan with him. A figure emerged from the trees, a Sneasel behind it.

“How touching. The boy’s widdle girlfriend is crying in his arms.”

The young man revealed to Chase was not what the pair had suspected. He was a tall, broad-shouldered male, in his late teens. He wore a cloak, deep olive green, underneath a large traveling robe, which billowed out behind him. His hair was a violent shade of lime green, long and pulled out of his eyes in a ponytail that extended to his midriff. His eyes were a deep black, so deep Chase felt a shiver down his spine as the teen’s eyes seemed to penetrate his mind. His face was sharp and cruel, but handsomely set. A wooden sparring weapon was tucked inside a deep brown belt that laced over his cloak. But the features most bizarre were the two long knives set in his hair, much like that of the long rods oriental females proudly wore.

“Who’re you?!” Chase demanded.

“I’m surprised you haven’t heard of me. I’m wanted in about four different cities.”

“For what?” Logan had a note of panic in her voice.

“I didn’t murder anyone, girly-girl. I was hungry. Is stealing food a crime?”

“Apparently so.” Logan said through gritted teeth. The male deftly removed one of his throwing knives and threw it with great skill at Logan. She shrieked, pushing Chase and herself aside. The knife sliced through the air, landing with an ominous thud in the closest tree. The teen paced over to the two, standing over them.

“You can call me Blade.”

“What do you want?”

“Nothing, really. I figured you were the ones who wanted something.”

“What?” Chase found Logan’s hand in the dark.

“Well, seeing as girly-girl there was squealing-”

“I have a name, you know!” Logan burst out angrily.

“I’m sorry. What is it?” Blade looked at her, mocking sincerity.

“Logan!” Chase shouted.

“Great, Chase, brilliant.”

“Do you want the information or what?”

“What information?”

“I know where Skylar is.” Chase looked at Logan, sweating.

“Uhhh…what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, girly-girl. I heard you crying all over your boyfriend here. You need to know where he is!” Logan was silent.

“See? I knew it!”

“Look, Blade, or whoever you are, what do you want?” Chase repeated. Blade strode over to the tree his knife had struck, pulled it out, and polished it.

“Oh, nothing. Just…” He turned quickly and threw his knife to Sneasel. The Pokémon caught the blade in midair, smirking at the friends.

“Sparring match. You. Me. I win, I get to do whatever I want with her,” he nodded to Logan, “and if you win, I’ll give you the information. Deal?”

“Why am I the one being betted on?” Logan complained.

“Quiet, Logan.” Chase stared hard at Blade. “No betting on Logan. I won’t make the deal.”

“Fine. I realized you’d refuse to let me harm your girlfriend anyway. Here are the terms, then. I win, you help me get revenge on someone. You win, I tell you what you need to know.” Chase opened his mouth. Blade clicked his fingers. Sneasel automatically jumped onto Logan, pinning her neck against a tree.

“Did I forget to tell you there is no third option?” Chase looked at Logan, Blade, and then turned his eyes to Sceptile, who was frozen with shock. He very subtly nodded, giving Sceptile the command to attack. Sceptile nodded back, springing quickly at the felon. Blade threw his other knife at Sceptile without missing a beat, causing a great red slash across his chest. Sceptile looked down at his own blood, let out a cry of amazement, and passed out.

“I see these things, Chase Tang. Don’t try to pull a fast one on me again. I won’t take it so kindly next time.” Chase made to hit him, but he froze.

“How do you know my name?” Blade smirked, striding towards him.

“How does anyone not know your name, O high and mighty Pokémon master? The great battler, victor of the Battle Frontier, worthy opponent of the Elite Four itself? Guess what? Happy Birthday.” He delivered an upward blow to Chase’s head with his sparring sword. Chase fell over, breathing hard and clutching his head.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Do you accept?” He pointed the sword to Chase’s neck.

“No.”

“What did you say?”

“I don’t know how to spar!”

“I don’t know how to spar!” Blade repeated in his mocking voice again. “I’ll teach you!”

“Let’s just have a Pokémon battle instead. My Absol versus your Sneasel.”

“Hah! Like you wouldn’t cream my newest Pokémon in a heartbeat? I’ll be kind. Make it my Zangoose versus your…” he looked over Chase’s team.

“Banette.” He grinned. Chase looked in surprise at the male, and sighed.

“I accept,” Chase whispered solemnly, standing up.

“Perfect! There was no choice, anyway.” Blade snickered.

“Just let out your Pokémon!” Chase slowly pointed Banette forward.

“Bane? Bane, Banette!” Banette’s eyes widened, and the ghost shook its head.

“Don’t worry, Banette. We can beat him. We have to.” Chase stole a look at Logan, who was struggling with Sneasel to escape. Bulby caught Chase’s eye, frantically waving its vines in the air. Chase looked with a start at what Bulby was pointing at. Tracey was coming to! Chase kept a straight face, looking at Blade solemnly. The teen had been searching his cloak for an item.

“Go, Zangoose!” Blade produced a small cube from his robe. It was a deep violet color, with violent yellow stripes running across all sides of the cube. It seemed to expand with body heat, because it grew to twice its size as Blade tightened his grip. The stripes dissolved, allowing the box to split in half and the creature inside to free itself. The Pokémon landed two yards away from the cube, shaking itself and rising slowly. The creature stood about four feet high, its shaggy alabaster fur sticking on end. A blood-red lightning bolt design ripped across its chest, the same design appearing across its left eye. It tensed its body, raising the long knive-like claws in challenge to Banette.

“Zang!” it cried, charging straight at the ghost.

“Zangoose, you idiot! The Pokémon is a ghost type! Physical attacks won’t affect it. We’re going to work on the special attacks I have tutored you on. Ice Beam!”

“Banette, we have to use your special attacks, too! Ghost type attacks do virtually nothing to opponents. Burn it! Will-o-Wisp!” Banette’s eyes glowed a deep purple, pulling from thin air long, pale blue flames. The candles formed an arrow, pointing straight at Zangoose.

“Zangoose, redirect the beam to the candles!” Zangoose’s eyes burned a neon teal color as a chrysalis of ice formed in front of it.

“Release attack now, idiot!” Blade yelled.

“Do the same, Banette!” Chase tensed. This would test his every skill acquired on his journey. Banette directed the flames to Zangoose, who released a beam of sheer ice. The two attacks raced at each other. A shadow jumped at Blade, illuminated by the light of Banette’s eerie attack. Tracey was putting himself directly between the two attacks!

“Tracey, look out!” Logan shrieked. The young man looked with wide eyes at the closing attacks, gasping and curling into a ball.

“Tracey!”

To Be Continued…

The length is way too little, also. Sorry, guys, I'll try better next time.

This is a potential set-up chapter, though. Right?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

billy5772
17th June 2005, 7:15 PM
That was a pretty exciting chapter. The descriptions were great and the action was too. There were a couple of spelling mistakes: off - of, to - too. Not many other errors at all, though. At the end, though, why did Tracey not let bulbasaur stand in front of the attacks instead of throwing himself in the middle? Eh. Keep up the good work.

Flaming Lip
17th June 2005, 10:59 PM
Length: 15/20 Not too bad

Originallity: 20/20 Blade is awsome

Descriptian: 17/20 Good

Grammar, Word Choice Spelling: 17/20 Also good

Plot, Charecter: 18/20 Don't know where you are going with this but the plot is good...

87/100

B/B+

Twilight Absol
18th June 2005, 9:14 PM
Srry for reviewing so late, i got addicted to Netbattle....^.^;;
anyways, nice cliffy, iread it briefly, and there was no major error that flashed out at me.
Pretty good chappie, but candlestick pun was confusing =P see ya next chappie!

Lupin
20th June 2005, 3:31 PM
Nice chapter Bulba. Only complant I have is Blade calling his pokemon idiots. I can understand that he may have no love for his pokemon and no respect for them. But even trainers who just use their pokemon for just for battling and no friendship, don't call their pokemon idiots.

Blue Aurora
21st July 2005, 4:38 AM
Good fic, keep it up!

Bulba the Great!
2nd August 2005, 4:03 AM
Hey guys...sooo sorry for the long wait. I still don't have the new chapter*grins sheepishly*

Um...to the replies...I guess.


That was a pretty exciting chapter. The descriptions were great and the action was too. There were a couple of spelling mistakes: off - of, to - too. Not many other errors at all, though. At the end, though, why did Tracey not let bulbasaur stand in front of the attacks instead of throwing himself in the middle? Eh. Keep up the good work.

Because...1. Tracey didn't have enough reaction time to think clearly, 2. He wouldn't have wanted Bulby to get hurt anyway, and 3. I enjoy putting Tracey in peril:P

Thanks for the reply!


Length: 15/20 Not too bad

Originallity: 20/20 Blade is awsome

Descriptian: 17/20 Good

Grammar, Word Choice Spelling: 17/20 Also good

Plot, Charecter: 18/20 Don't know where you are going with this but the plot is good...

87/100

B/B+

Sorry the length was a bit less than chapter three...they can't all be that long! I'm glad you like Blade. I want to write about him for a long time...

Speaking of which, I did this craptacular picture of Blade on artpad a few days ago...I'm better at hand drawing, but still!

http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?ikiw592iqz4

Thanks much!


Srry for reviewing so late, i got addicted to Netbattle....^.^;;
anyways, nice cliffy, iread it briefly, and there was no major error that flashed out at me.
Pretty good chappie, but candlestick pun was confusing =P see ya next chappie!

We all love Netbattle:P

Candlestick pun...you mean Wil-O-Wisp? Hm.

Pie!


Nice chapter Bulba. Only complant I have is Blade calling his pokemon idiots. I can understand that he may have no love for his pokemon and no respect for them. But even trainers who just use their pokemon for just for battling and no friendship, don't call their pokemon idiots.

Actually, the name calling has nothing to do with lackluster respect...his quite disturbing past will reveal exactly why he mistreats his Pokemon(stay tuned...)

Cookies!


Good fic, keep it up!

You know I will!

In the meantime...

Keep hanging!

Cheers!
~Bulbs ;001;

Nylf
2nd August 2005, 4:46 PM
;330; How many people guessed I would appear soon? Yep the Flygon of Fanfics is here to give his useless opinion. Great, original and very good. One complaint, where's the Flygon? You can't have a fanfic without Flygon.

;359; Yes you can, YOU can't have a fanfic without Flygon. Anyway I can already see the connection forming between Logan and Chase.

;373; Blade looks like a ponce. Anyway good story. Sorry about S.f., he just got a little hyper after all the reviewing he's been doing today.(I lost count at 5, yes 5 fanfics).

;307; ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz......

Actual;249-d;:Jack is still swimming ashore after being thrown off a cliff by the other four.

Chronicles Death
3rd August 2005, 2:49 AM
WOW! This fic ROCKS! Man! I wish I wrote as well as you do! I've onlly seen two mistakes over the past chapters, so I might suggest you double check it a little, but nothing major. Well, you got a new frequent fic reader.....Unless something to me and I can't get to it. Heheheheheh......l83r!

Bulba the Great!
29th August 2005, 5:24 PM
Hey guys, I'm finally back...my internet just went up. So, on to the replies!


How many people guessed I would appear soon? Yep the Flygon of Fanfics is here to give his useless opinion. Great, original and very good. One complaint, where's the Flygon? You can't have a fanfic without Flygon.

Thank you...I guess. Um...I hope to bring a Flygon into the fic somewhere, believe it or not. I like the big green dragon:)


Yes you can, YOU can't have a fanfic without Flygon. Anyway I can already see the connection forming between Logan and Chase.

Well, that 'connection' is expanded on greatly in the next chapter, so...yeah.


Blade looks like a ponce. Anyway good story. Sorry about S.f., he just got a little hyper after all the reviewing he's been doing today.(I lost count at 5, yes 5 fanfics).

I like Blade. Five fics? Hmm...maybe I should attempt reading at least one...


WOW! This fic ROCKS! Man! I wish I wrote as well as you do! I've onlly seen two mistakes over the past chapters, so I might suggest you double check it a little, but nothing major. Well, you got a new frequent fic reader.....Unless something to me and I can't get to it. Heheheheheh......l83r!

Thankies, Rogue Trainer. Which mistakes? Spelling, or plotline....

Well...now I'm past the review part...I can safely say... Chapter Six is completed!

And I'm going to post it.

Forewarning: Not a very active chapter, it's mainly character development.

Heavy Shipping alert. Complain all you want, guys. I couldn't help myself.

This chapter will seem rushed. I hope not too much, though. I tried my hardest.

So now, all I can say is...read, contemplate, review!

Without further ado...

Destined-Chapter Six

“Tracey!” Logan Clements shrieked. She struggled to break free of her captor, a Sneasel. The Pokémon smashed her head into the tree she was pinned to in a violent sweeping motion of its left claw. She fell unconscious almost immediately. Tracey Morgan cried out in panic, trying to escape the inevitable wave of attacks surrounding him.

Chase Tang attempted to call back the attack Banette had released, but the attack had already been unleashed. Time nearly froze as the violent colored attacks sped towards the male…

A magical sunburst of green exploded in the middle of the attacks, the bubble reflecting everything within a twenty-foot diameter. Smoke rose in a cloud around the young man. A cry went up from Rikelec, who leaped into the plume immediately.

“Tracey!?” Chase yelled, plunging into the cloud. He felt lost for a moment, groping around blindly for Tracey’s arm. The smoke suddenly cleared in a dusty whirlwind, credit to Absol. Chase gasped as Blade’s hands shot out of the chaos, grabbing as much of Chase as he could reach, releasing a wild cry of triumph. His hands found Chase’s throat, threatening to choke him.

“Tile!” A cry rose from Chase’s partner, Sceptile, as he wrapped one of his bladed arms around the unbalanced youth, the other arm holding two flaps of his own skin together. Blade’s grip loosened. Order was finally established. Chase wrenched himself free, looked around to be sure his Pokémon had disabled the teen’s own Pokémon, and delivered a blow to Blade’s head. He whited out, fury still etched on every line of his face.

“Thank you, Sceptile.” The lizard nodded modestly, a rasp of breath escaping his mouth.

“That wound needs some work,” commented Tracey, who had stood up and strode over rather quickly, looking shaken and slightly frightened. He knelt down, producing a bottle of slightly pink liquid, pouring it gently on Sceptile’s chest. The gash remained big as ever, but the bleeding temporarily halted.

“Now for some bandaging…Chase, do you by any chance have any rags in your bag?”

“No…no, they’re all back…at the tent.” Tracey swore loudly. He threw off his ashen colored vest, tearing his spotless white undershirt into three long strips. He laced them around Sceptile’s body, making sure to tie each piece securely to the next.

“That’ll do…for now.”

“Tracey…what happened?” Chase looked from the welt on Tracey’s head to Manectric, who was now trying to convince Bulby he was still Rikelec, merely in a different, more complex form.

“I could ask the same of you. Who the hell is he?” Tracey gestured wildly to Blade.

“Your story first.”

“Okay. Where’s Logan?”

“Shi….Logan!” Chase jumped at the sight of Logan laying unconscious under a budding beech tree. Her right cheek had two long gashes running from her ear to her chin. Tracey cursed, too, taking the same liquid and pouring it vigorously on the wounds. He straddled her head in his hands.

“Logan! Wake up, c’mon!” He turned to Chase.

“Bandages would be appreciated!”

“Umm…”

“Right…mate, it’s your turn.”

“What?”

“I already used my shirt.”

“Fine, fine…” Chase took off his maroon shirt, tearing it into separate pieces.

“I hope this doesn’t scar…”

“Nurse Joy should have some better remedies.” Tracey looked down at his friend’s face as he gingerly wrapped the shreds of Chase’s shirt around her head on a slant, so she wouldn’t be obstructed from breathing.

“They’d sure ruin one hell of a beautiful face.”

“You think she’s attractive, too?”

“Yeah…now don’t get the wrong idea!” Chase exclaimed, waving his hands at her. He pointed to his bare chest for effect.

“I’m on the rebound right now. She’s all yours.” Tracey laughed when he realized how Chase had interpreted his comment.

“Not like that. Logan and I are just…friends…”

“Sure, sure. She doesn’t look at you like she’s just a friend.” Chase smirked very slightly at his companion.

“You think so?”

“Well…”

“What are we doing? We have to Logan and Sceptile to a hospital, and…um…” His eyes swept over Blade.

“He goes to juvie.” Chase said with contempt.

“That bad, eh?”

“Well…” Chase proceeded to summarize to happenings of the last ten minutes.

“And somehow, you were saved from those attacks…are you immortal or something?”

“No, that was Bulby. Apparently, this little guy knows Protect.” He scratched his Pokémon playfully on the head.

“How’d Logan get like that?”

“All I can guess is his Sneasel beat her up…it was guarding her with one of Blade’s knives.” Tracey proceeded to demonstrate what he thought of that with some colorful vocabulary.

“Watch it, Tracey…god, you’re my inferior and you use more language than me!”

“Only six months younger. I’ll be fifteen soon enough.” With a questioning look from Chase, he continued, “I’m just a bit tense, is all.”

“Well, tell me exactly why…soon as we get these two to a Pokémon Center. They don’t look too well…”

“Right. Bulby, use Stun Spore on Blade. We don’t want him escaping anytime soon. Rikelec, paralyze Sneasel and Zangoose with Thunder Wave.” The Pokémon obeyed, Rikelec agreeing to play sentry with Nidorino.

“Absol, can you support Logan’s weight?” Absol nodded, prancing to the spot where Tracey had her wrapped in his arms. He placed her gently on Absol, whose knees wobbled slightly, but remained upright. Logan’s eyes flickered. She looked up at Tracey. She opened her mouth, taking in her surroundings.

“Logan?” Tracey whispered. She merely coughed.

“Tracey…you don’t have a shirt on…haha…” She spoke a bit thickly, as if the blow had knocked her delirious. She let out a small groan and grabbed at her right cheek. Her eyes closed again. Tracey looked grimly at Chase.

“She needs help. Hold on, Logan.” He whispered something that made no sense to Chase, even though he thought he could make out the words ‘Skylar’ and ‘love you’.

“You seem to be no stranger to pain, Tracey,” he remarked. Tracey let out a grim sort of laugh.

“Oh, since starting this mad journey, I’ve been knocked out a couple dozen times…stabbed in the arm…died,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing. Let’s get going.” He lifted Sceptile up with the help of Bulby and started walking quickly to the exit road from the forest. Chase felt Tracey was holding something big from him, but didn’t press the issue. He returned solemn looking Drowzee, Banette, and Tyrogue, then followed Tracey, casting one last look at Blade and Rikelec.

…………………………………..

“She said that the scarring isn’t permanent. It should clear in a few days. But I won’t be expecting any dates for the near future.” Logan was lightly caressing her cheek with her right hand. Tracey was sitting across from her in the Pokémon Center’s main room, waiting for Sceptile to be healed. He had his vest back on, but his undershirt was beyond repair. It was a shame, too; it had been the one gift from his father he had ever cherished. He checked to make sure Chase was still with his Pokémon, then slid next to Logan.

“You’re still just as beautiful even with that scarring cream on you face.” Logan smiled half-heartedly at him, letting out a sigh.

“What’s the matter?”

“Everything. So much has happened in the past hour…I’m still trying to absorb it. Rikelec and Nidorino are in peril just guarding Blade, and that giant from Team Skye is still out for us, too.”

“We’ve already sent out a task force to retrieve both of them. Beedrill, Squirtle, Magikarp, and Skar will be fine.”

“The police don’t know this Blade, though. He doesn’t seem too easy to lock up.” Tracey sighed and rubbed his head.

“Logan, the Celadon Jail is the most secure prison in mainland Kanto. I doubt even Blade could break out of there.”

“I know…but what will become of his Pokémon? He still legally owns them.”

“Dr. Fuji from Lavender Town said he’d be glad to take them, but it’s illegal to take an owned Pokémon from a trainer without his or her consent.”

“I feel bad for them.”

“Blade did seem vicious from his description.”

“Much worse than that Vincent guy you used to quarrel with.”

“Vince isn’t even in his league. This guy isn’t afraid of murder.”

“Yeah…” Logan shivered.

“Did he really think Chase was your boyfriend?”

“Stop working yourself up, Tracey! I don’t care how good-looking Chase is-”

“You find him attractive?” Logan ignored him, pressing on.

“Or how much of a ladies man he is-”

“Ladies man?” Tracey was looking strangely at her, now.

“I have never asked him out. We just met!” Logan finished. Tracey’s face fell.

“But you will ask him out.”

“That’s not it, Tracey! Why do you care, anyway? It’s not like you’re my boyfriend. You’re just a guy friend.” Tracey felt like he had been slapped.

“You’re right…” He got up suddenly.

“We shouldn’t be talking about this.” Logan looked up at the sudden cold edge to his voice. “I’ll see you around.”

“Tracey?”

“I have to go.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere!” This last line was nearly screamed. Logan watched his back as he stormed out of the Center. There was a small ring as the doors to the emergency room slid open. Chase walked out, looking relieved and oblivious to what had just happened.

“Sceptile’s all right!” He pushed the Poké Ball into her hand.

“That’s great.” Logan bit her lip, looking at where Tracey had last been sitting. Chase slid next to her, taking his Pokémon back.

“Anything wrong, Logan?” She seemed to think hard for a moment, before looking almost fiercely at Chase.

“Chase.”

“That’s me!” Logan sighed, looked at the door again, and opened her mouth.

“Go out with me?”

“What?” Chase slid away, looking confused.

“How’s dinner tonight. The Finest Restaurant in Celadon.”

“Um…I thought…”

“You thought what?”

“Tracey…”

“What about Tracey?” She looked hard at him. He gulped.

“Would like to watch our Pokémon while we’re out.”

“Good idea.” She smiled triumphantly.

…………………………………..

Tracey was furiously setting up tent for the night in a campground set up right outside of Celadon. His chest was now covered by an almost identical white T-shirt to the one he had torn, only this one bearing the Battle Frontier logo. He stabbed at the ground with a stake, imagining each patch that he stabbed to be Chase’s face.

“Bulba, Bulba shar!” exclaimed Bulby as one stake hit with such pressure the ground around it crumbled inward.

“Sorry Bulby. I’m just…so…angry…that cheeky…” He trailed off, looking fiercely at the skyscraper that stood out against the setting sun, where he could just imagine Logan and Chase sharing a drink, Logan giggling flirtatiously, Chase sneaking a kiss to her cheek. He rammed another stake into the ground.

“Saur?”

“That’s right Bulby, I’m angry with Logan. But at least I’ve got you guys…” He looked over at Rikelec, who was helping Skar eat her evening meal.

“Just leaving me with their Pokémon…don’t even care that two arrests were made today on our account…” Tracey took a deep breath.

“Not that I care. I could ask a girl out if I wanted. It’s not like I ever wanted to date her, anyway.” Bulby looked knowingly at his master. Tracey felt Bulby’s eyes on him and grabbed for his supply bag, peering inside.

“Let’s take a trip to the Department Store. We’re low on supplies.” He looked up at the darkening sky, clouds covering the already darkening horizon.

“I hope it doesn’t rain tonight.”

“Shar…” Tracey slipped all of the unpacked equipment into the now erect tent, zipping and locking his custom-made entrance flaps.

“You don’t mind guarding all our equipment, do you, Rikelec?” The lion-like Pokémon shook his head, taking on his guard pose. Tracey nodded, returning Skar to her Poké Ball and stuffing it into his pack, which was, despite his excuse to change topic, nearly empty.

“C’mon, Bulby. We can stop by other places in the city if you want. See you in half an hour, Rikelec.” He pet his companion on the head.

“Bulba, shar Bulba!” Bulby exclaimed, jumping playfully in a flower patch. Tracey forced a grin.

“You’re right. Forget Logan. Let’s relax for once.”

…………………………………..

“I was here just about a week ago with my last-erm-girlfriend, Kira.”

“Oh. Did you like her?” Logan looked across the table at Chase, casually spinning some pasta on her fork. She looked absolutely gorgeous, despite the scarring which was already becoming more faint than it had been that afternoon. She had her hair set in an ornate bun, the sleek blonde color complemented by her deep ruby earrings. She had an indigo colored strapless dress on, matching her purse, which Chase felt was a needless touch (Why did they need purses, anyway?). He smiled faintly at her.

“I only dedicated a year of my life to her.”

“Oh.”

“I wore this exact suit when she broke up with me.” He looked morosely at his handsome tuxedo jacket, pulling at the bowtie a bit.

“You’re on the rebound, then.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I told Tracey when he asked whether I liked you or not.”

“Oh. Him. Did he-” Logan tried to stay casual. “Seem very…interested?”

“Yeah. I told him that you two would go well together.” Logan smiled, having forgotten how honest Chase could be.

“What did he say?”

“Do you need to know?”

“No.” Logan said with a pause. She looked at Chase, who looked simply adorable when he was confused. “I don’t think so. Not tonight. Chase…I know this is a bit sudden, but…” She leaned in towards him, not knowing exactly why.

“Logan? Are you all right?” He found out a second later as she locked lips with him. He jerked in surprise, and then closed his eyes. He put his hand on hers from across the table, her opposite hand touching his face.

Tracey Morgan walked in at the exact same moment.

To Be Continued…

Now, just to let you guys know...Blade will return. He hasn't been written off. Like Tracey suspected, he isn't too easy to hold in prison.

Let the fun begin.

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Nylf
29th August 2005, 5:37 PM
;330; Well, filler much? It's good, but still. Meh, I have no complaints.

;359;(Gagged)

;330; I gagged her for safety reasons. She was practically exploding at the last paragraph.

;373; Good length, plot development, description, and length.

;307; ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

Waterlight
29th August 2005, 6:00 PM
Pretty good with next to no faults. The length, punctuation, description and everything in general seems spot on. I'll write a more indepth review later.

-Waterlight.

Flaming Lip
29th August 2005, 7:05 PM
THE CHEASYNESS IT BURNS US! IT BURNS US!

*runs around the room flailing his arms before falling out the window*

Ow...

Dispite the rather cliche kiss it was a good chapter. It would be funny to see Tracey compeating with Chase.

XD

Anyways, as long as this romance doesn't become the center of attention I'm fine.

Anyways...

*presses ice to his head*

ow...

I hope that you update again soon.

Chronicles Death
30th August 2005, 7:30 AM
WOW! I KNEW THIS FIC WAS GOOD! Hehehehe.......Anyways, I Don't have much to say. You're good, and nothing was wrong in this fic. I just have to say I can't wait till next chapter! IT ROCKEHS! Laters!

Lupin
30th August 2005, 2:08 PM
Too much lovely stuff in the chapter. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for love and happiness, but there was way too much going on in there.

Bulba the Great!
31st August 2005, 4:07 PM
Well, filler much? It's good, but still. Meh, I have no complaints.

(Gagged)

I gagged her for safety reasons. She was practically exploding at the last paragraph.

Good length, plot development, description, and length.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

Thanks, Shiny Flygon. Umm...I hope future chapters don't get as filler-ish as this was. I just needed the characters to wind down and sort things out after one and a half chapters of action.


Pretty good with next to no faults. The length, punctuation, description and everything in general seems spot on. I'll write a more indepth review later.

-Waterlight.

Thankies, Waterlight. I hope you actually get around to writing more in-depth!


THE CHEASYNESS IT BURNS US! IT BURNS US!

Yes preciouss...it doesss...IT DOESSS!! :P


*runs around the room flailing his arms before falling out the window*

Ow...

Dispite the rather cliche kiss it was a good chapter. It would be funny to see Tracey compeating with Chase.

XD

Sorry about that. I couldn't help myself:P I'm glad you liked the rest of the chapter, though.


Anyways, as long as this romance doesn't become the center of attention I'm fine.

Anyways...

*presses ice to his head*

ow...

I hope that you update again soon.

No, the whole romance aspect was very spur-of-the-moment. I had just finished re-reading Half-Blood Prince, see. I hope we won't wait another month for the next chapter, that's for sure!

Thanks, NiGHTS!


WOW! I KNEW THIS FIC WAS GOOD! Hehehehe.......Anyways, I Don't have much to say. You're good, and nothing was wrong in this fic. I just have to say I can't wait till next chapter! IT ROCKEHS! Laters!

And, the next chapter will be even better than this! Hopefully....

*Pie*


Too much lovely stuff in the chapter. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for love and happiness, but there was way too much going on in there.

Was that all that struck you about this chapter? God...*makes note to self to never include romance again*

I respect your opinions, guys, so I'll stay away from shippy-ness in the future.

Sorry Lupin. I hope the next chap will be more to your liking:)

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Nylf
31st August 2005, 4:49 PM
;330; The shippy-ness is alright, just don't overdo it. One chapter out of every ten should be shippy (That's a ratio, I don't mean that every ten chapters you do full shipping) with the sort of thing that's happening here. If it was an AAML sorta thing, well you can kinda guess, and if it was like my New Land, New Heroes, bare minimum.(I haven't checked the plot with Charlotte yet, so I'm keeping shipping to a minimum.)

Bulba the Great!
23rd September 2005, 10:26 PM
^

Will do, Shiny Flygon.

Well, some could be questioning what I'm doing here. IT HASN'T BEEN A MONTH, HE CAN'T BE POSTING A NEW CHAPTER!

Yes, I can. And I am. And it sucks. But I hope you'll like it anyway. And if you don't, hang on another chapter. I am very tired. I like rice.

Umm...

Just read, review, and hopefully enjoy!

Without further ado...

Destined-Chapter Seven

“I can’t believe you!” Tracey Morgan was standing over his best friend Logan in shock. She had been locking lips with…Chase?

“I…need to go to the little men’s room. Could you excuse me?” Chase Tang sped out from under Tracey’s glower, knocking a tray of food out of a waiter’s hand in his haste. Logan stared coolly at Tracey.

“Is there something wrong, Tracey?” He felt stunned. She had been cool with him before but…this was something new. He had never felt about her like this before. And here she was, kissing his newest friend Chase! He was feeling torn.

“You said…but he was…”

“He was what?” Tracey’s face set itself in a sort of half-grimace.

“Never mind. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I don’t want…difficult emotions…”

“What?” Tracey gritted his teeth together.

“I just didn’t want another factor between our friendship. That’s all.” He looked slightly sick now.

“Tracey…” Logan’s voice was gentler now.

“I…like you, Logan…I didn’t want you to get hurt…” Logan laughed. It wasn’t an unkind gesture.

“If that’s what you’re worried about! I’m fifteen now, Tracey. You seem to forget that. I’m not the defenseless preteen you had feelings for so long ago. I can deal with things the way I want to.”

“Logan…just don’t date him anymore, okay? Please? I don’t need the two of you snogging whenever I’m making dinner or whatever.” Logan laughed again.

“It was a friendly kiss, Tracey. It showed affection.”

“Oh, I could tell. You felt a lot of affection for him, didn’t you?”

“Chase and I are just friends! I can show affection towards him however I please! Look.” She kissed him lightly, too. He broke away, even more confused.

“Logan…I need some time to myself. I’m gonna go for a walk…”

“Okay…” She watched him leave, Bulby trailing awkwardly behind him. Chase peeked out from behind his chair.

“Is he gone?” Logan smiled.

“Yes.”

“I guess we can say the date’s over?”

“That’s also true.”

“Good.” Chase sprinted to the door, hurrying after Tracey. Logan face faulted when she looked at the bill for the dinner.

“Good god…”

…………………………………………

“Tracey! Wait up!” Tracey looked around, startled by Chase’s voice. He had been wandering aimlessly around the outskirts of the city, near the Celadon Gym. Chase caught up to him quickly, panting slightly. He was still in his nice suit from dinner.

“Hello Chase.” Tracey looked down at his feet. Bulby looked at the two boys and quietly walked over to a nearby bush, sheltering itself in case Tracey decided to yell.

“Don’t be that way, Tracey. She came on to me.”

“I’m not mad about that, Chase. I just…you said you wouldn’t date for a while, remember?”

“I know…I didn’t really look on it as a date. Just a friendly dinner.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Hey, don’t let that come between our friendship! Logan can still go out with you.”

“That’s not what I want! I want Logan to be happy. If that means she has to go out with you…” He lowered his head further, his hair slipping over his eyes.

“I’m done with that. I realized that one would be pressed too hard to be on a continuous journey with his girlfriend, anyway. Besides, Logan’s not my type. She’s sweet and all, but…” His voice lowered. “…She’s a little angry sometimes.” Tracey grinned, brushing his hair from his eyes and looking up.

“Always the happy one, aren’t you?”

“Well, I figure someone has to be around the two moodiest teens I know. Besides, I can’t help it. It rubbed off from my brother.”

“You have family?”

“Obviously. Did you think I was an only child?”

“I assumed.” Chase laughed.

“Never assume, Tracey. That’s the first rule in life.”

“I guess I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions with you and Logan.”

“Maybe not. I’m not blaming you-that’s what my reaction would have been!”

“You had a girlfriend before this?”

“Yeah…Kira Austin. God I miss her…” he gazed at the now dark sky.

“It’s getting late.” Tracey looked, too.

“Yeah. I set up camp right where you suggested. Go and take Logan back to the tent. I’ll be right there.” Chase looked puzzled, but shrugged and obeyed. Tracey heard him mumble something on his way back, but only caught a few words.

“…Taking orders from an inferior…really…” He grinned and sat down, pulling out a jar with a green sticker labeled with Bulby’s name.

“Bulby! Come on out, buddy.” Bulby crawled out of the rose bush he had been hiding in, shaking the nettles off his back. Tracey held out the jar, shaking it slightly. Bulby’s eyes widened and he waddled playfully over to his trainer, tackling him to the ground and licking the jar.

“Saur!” Tracey opened the lid, allowing Bulby to gobble down the last of the snacks he had prepared for him.

“Let’s check out the Celadon gym now, shall we?” Bulby nodded, swallowing his food and letting out a small burp. He blushed in apology.

“Shar!”

“That’s right. We’ll come back tomorrow with everyone else. I just want to scope out the competition, y’know?” Bulby nodded again, running towards the Vileplume-shaped building, Tracey following after. Upon arriving, it appeared he wasn’t the only visitor. An old man was peering into a window outside, staring in. He was drooling slightly.

“Hello?” He looked around with a start at the two. Tracey took in the oddly proportioned features. He had grizzled grey hair, sticking out in puffs all over his head. His eyes were larger than normal, sunken and wrinkled around the edges. His nose was slightly crooked, and his mouth pulled slightly to the left, drool dripping out. His eyebrows were high up, stuck in a permanently surprised expression.

“Hello…umm…” He stumbled for words. His voice was thick and muffled, as if he hadn’t spoken for the longest time.

“What were you doing?”

“Well…this is an all girl’s gym…I’m not getting any younger…the gym leader sure is pretty…” His eyes turned back to the window with a start. He grinned.

“All girls? What about challengers?” The man looked disgruntled at the sound of Tracey’s voice again, and he continued to watch as he spoke.

“Not even male challengers are allowed to enter without permission.”

“What?!?” That was against the rules of the official league handbook!”

“I assume you merely have to ask permission…I myself have never entered the gym…I’m content with watching…” He stared dreamily at the window, his head pressed against the glass.

“Take it all off…” Tracey heard him mumble. The teen tried not to think about what he had just said.

“Do you think they’d allow me in?” he asked, a little louder than intended.

“Huh?” Tracey shook his head in disgust.

“Never mind. I’ll find out myself.” He stomped up the stairs, knocking three times on the metal door. It swung open after a moment. A girl about his age stood in front of him. Her dark green hair was pulled into two large pigtails on the sides of her head, and she wore a simple pink jumpsuit. She observed him silently. She looked over his head at the man.

“Walter?” He looked guiltily at her.

“Yes, Phoebe?”

“Leave. Please.”

“Didn’t have to ask…anything you want…” He gave a sort of half bow, snapped his back, and limped away, cursing in an undertone.

“Sorry about that. He does that every night. We really need to control him. But you’d think he’d learn after a while.”

“Why not just close the shades?”

“Because then our flowers wouldn’t get the proper sunlight.”

“At night?” Phoebe shook her head, smirking.

“Boys are so ignorant. So, what do you want?”

“I just wanted to scope out my challenge for my gym battle tomorrow.”

“You wish to challenge the great Erika?”

“If that’s her name.”

“I’m sorry, you must ask permission during our weekly conferences.”

“But the league rules state a challenge can be made anytime, anywhere!”

“Those are the rules!”

“Please?” Tracey grinned roguishly at her. He winked flirtatiously, flexing his muscles. Phoebe stared pityingly at him.

“Yes…well…okay, fine. I’ll get Erika’s secretary.” Tracey realized she thought him unbalanced. He ignored that, comprehending what she had just said.

“Wait…why doesn’t she come out herself?”

“Because gym leaders do not lightly welcome challengers. They must be scrutinized by a survey, first.” Tracey was flabbergasted. He hadn’t expected any of this. He hadn’t encountered this at the other two gym leaders he had battled. Both Jiroo and Misty had accepted his challenge instantly.

“Umm…where do I take this survey?”

“Right this way.” Phoebe grabbed his shoulder and pulled him inside, closing the door behind them. He was led into a brightly lit greenhouse, tall luscious plants growing tall over the heads of the females flitting about. Butterfree and Tropius flitted in and about the tropics, stopping at certain flowers. A door that led off to a side passage came up to their right, and Tracey was directed there. Inside was a smaller room, filled with books and papers. It was almost like a private library. Desks were spread throughout the room, forming a circle around a large poplar tree, which shot through the roof of the building. Tracey was gaping in awe at his surroundings. Gyms weren’t supposed to be this elaborate!

“Each to his or her own.” Phoebe explained at his confused expression. She proceeded to explain that the gym had been on a much smaller scale five years ago, but had burned down. It was Erika who decided to rebuild the gym with such extravagance. Since then, she had required every challenger to fill out a survey.

“To avoid unwanted guests,” she said. Her eyes darted to the window as she said this. She opened her mouth again.

“I’m sorry we gave you such a cold welcome. We don’t usually do this, but we’ve been pretty tense ever since Walter tried to sneak into the backroom two days ago. Once you take the survey, though, I can guarantee you will battle Erika as soon as you like.” Tracey was getting rather nervous about this survey Phoebe kept hinting at.

“Can I…umm…can I see this survey?”

“Oh! Right. I’ll get Nikki right now.” She shuffled out of the room. Nikki? Tracey mouthed silently. He sank weakly into the nearest desk, pulling Bulby into his lap.

“This has been one hell of a day, Bulby. Let’s take whatever they throw at us with this survey, and get a good night’s sleep.” Bulby yawned, nodding in agreement. Tracey looked around at the titles of the books lining the shelves.

“Twelve Bellsprout I Have Seen? A Tale of Two Shroomish?” They were all the same type of title, abundant with grass Pokémon.

“I get the feeling that Erika likes Grass Pokémon, Bulby.” He looked down at his companion. He was snoozing peacefully in his arms. Tracey rubbed his head gently and let out a long yawn himself. Two minutes later, Phoebe walked in with who he could only assume was Nikki. She had long, silky brown hair tied in an elegant bow type formation on the back of her head. She had warm, deep brown eyes and the most beautiful face Tracey had ever laid eyes on. A slip of paper and a pen protruded from her kimono sleeve.

“Tracey, this is Dominique, or Nikki if you want. She is Erika’s right hand woman. She will conduct the survey.” Phoebe bowed herself out of the room. Tracey stared in awe at Nikki before regaining his manners. He stood up and made a half bow towards her.

“Dominique,” he murmured. She nodded silently at him.

“Tracey, son of Mark and Bethany Morgan from the town of Pallet.” Her voice was as elegant as her appearance, soft and silky.

“How did you know that?”

“I can read a person’s identity as well as any novel one would peruse.”

“You can read minds?”

“To an extent. I only extract the important information, however. I feel one’s mind is his last sanctuary and should not be meddled with without permission. I am useful in this sense, which is why Erika trusts me as her advisor. I am more reliable than any survey taken. However…” she trailed off and placed the paper and pen on the desk Tracey was standing behind.

“You have beautiful hands.” Tracey blurted out. Nikki looked silently at him and accepted the knowledge without further indication.

“You are allowed fifteen minutes to finish the survey. Be sure you answer correctly.” She left the room in two swift steps, shutting the door behind her.

“Wow…” he marveled, staring after her. He shook himself mentally and turned his attention to the survey. He was shocked at how simple it was.

1.) What is your name?
2.) What is your favorite color?
3.) Do you approve of perfume?
4.) Are you male or female?
5.) Which Pokémon do you currently possess?

He pondered how this would prove trustworthiness, but proceeded to fill it out anyway. After fifteen minutes, Nikki glided back in, taking the survey without saying a word.

“Will I see you again?” Tracey asked hopefully as she made to leave.

“As you wish.” She bowed quietly and left.

“What?” Tracey wondered aloud. Had he just asked her out? She may have sensed his inclination through her perusal of his mind, but he hadn’t been serious about it! But maybe he was taking things too literally.

“Wake up, Bulby. Chase and Logan will be worrying about us.” He nudged Bulby awake, and the two let themselves out of the room. Phoebe was at the gym door.

“You have been accepted by Erika, Tracey. You may return tomorrow and battle her at your own leisure. Good Bye.” She bowed him out of the gym. He walked down the steps slowly, taking in the fact he was being allowed to revisit Nikki soon. He grinned. He passed by Walter again as he passed the gym window, the old man yet again drooling over one of the girls in the building. Tracey snorted and jogged towards the campsite, wanting to retell his doings to Chase and Logan.

“Try to catch up, Bulby!” he laughed. Everything seemed brighter and clearer to him now.

“Nikki’s pretty special, isn’t she, Bulby?” The Bulbasaur looked quizzically at him, and he dropped the subject.

“Never mind.”

“Shar…” Bulby pulled ahead, looking back and laughing happily at Tracey. He grinned and picked up speed.

…………………………………………………..

“And…I guess you need to take one, too, Logan.” Tracey had just finished explaining his experience to his two friends.

“Okay. But that can wait, right? I need some sleep.” Tracey noticed she and Chase exchanged odd looks. He didn’t press the topic, however.

“Right…sleep…” He packed up the last of the snacks they had been eating while he retold his exploits, and threw them into the tent. The three returned their Pokémon to their respective Poké Balls and unpacked their sleeping bags. Chase brought up the rear, zipping the flap shut behind them. Tracey was busy setting up the makeshift wall he had created for Logan’s modesty.

“Everyone set?”

“Hold on…lemme brush my teeth!” Ten minutes later, the friends were lying peacefully in the own bags.

Two more days ‘til the trial. That was Tracey’s last thought before succumbing to sleep.

…………………………………………………..

“Hurry up, Kabutops!” whispered the silky voice of Blade anxiously. He was waiting for his Pokémon to return with his sparring equipment. The male was attempting a breakout from the Saffron City Jail. He turned to his Sneasel.

“Remember, you…don’t let that guard hear a thing. If you do…” He made a violent gesture. The creature nodded, increasing the level of the Screech attack it was using to deafen the fat guard patrolling the corridor. He had stopped pacing, and was on the floor, screaming in pain and clutching his ears. He finally stopped, fainting earlier than Blade had expected.

“Those pathetic guards…their defenses are weaker than I had hoped.” His Kabutops had already disabled the other three. He heard a rustling in the corridor. Another guard?

“Tops, Kabu!” he heard the crablike Pokémon cry. He grinned. Taking candy from a baby.

“Okay Zangoose. Crush Claw now!” The mongoose smashed a hole in the wall of the prison. Blade observed the hole created, waiting for the smoke to clear. He looked down from the new doorway. He was three stories up. This was too easy.

“Alright, let’s go!” He grabbed the parcel his Kabutops was holding out for him and slung it on his back, under his cloak. He heard his throwing knives rattle menacingly inside. He smirked. His Pokémon were returned to their Seizure Cubes, which the police had mistaken for ordinary playing dice, and he leaped from the building. His shadow, when caught on the wall, resembled a large bird of prey. He landed unscathed and glared up at the hole in the wall. No alarm had been sounded.

“Successful escape number five,” he whispered, smirking at the prison. He knew who was being hidden in the cellar of the building. He knew that the teenagers he had encountered would need his help to find that man. And he would help them.

For a price.

“Soon.” That was the only word he muttered before sprinting into the dark forest behind the prison.

The alarm wasn’t sounded until sunrise the next day.

To Be Continued…

Flaming Lip
23rd September 2005, 11:00 PM
Hmmm... Good, good. It seemed conversational for some reason, it was bordering along the 4th Wall of Writing.

Nonetheless, it was nice, I felt the escape of Blade was pretty well done. You kind of killed the feeling of suspesne for the lack of a better word, even if it took place after the chapter ended with 'and... yeah.' You really didn't need to say anything.

Oh well

8/10

This fic is getting a bit too much like Degrasia, or one of those teenage soap-opreas. Had some funny parts in it though.

Bulba the Great!
23rd September 2005, 11:05 PM
Hmmm... Good, good. It seemed conversational for some reason, it was bordering along the 4th Wall of Writing.

Oh.


Nonetheless, it was nice, I felt the escape of Blade was pretty well done. You kind of killed the feeling of suspesne for the lack of a better word, even if it took place after the chapter ended with 'and... yeah.' You really didn't need to say anything.

I just edited that. No more yeah.

I felt the chapter was lacking. So I stuck Blade's escape at the end. I enjoy writing about Blade most, because he's my most complex character to write about. So he's staying.


Oh well

8/10

This fic is getting a bit too much like Degrassia, or one of those teenage soap-opreas. Had some funny parts in it though.

I noticed the last two chapters were way too angsty. That's why I stuck Chase's line in about the angsty teens.

I'll try to keep the humor and lose some of the hormones.

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Chronicles Death
24th September 2005, 2:12 AM
Your best chapter yet. I think the conversation is a whole lot better, and the humor is getting better. I liked this chapter more than all the others. I haven't seen any grammar mistakes, but I read so fast, I can't actually tell. Well, I'm off to read more things.

...

Nylf
24th September 2005, 12:00 PM
;330;Flygon of Fanfics, here and twinkling!(Stupid twinklies) Anyway, Blade is beginning to become a passable character in my book.(IE: I don't hate him) Good chapter, but if you mentin a Pokemon, you generally have to describe it. Be glad I'm not a rookie trainer.

;359;Nikki and Tracey, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

;373; One of these days, I swear I'm gonna kill Cina. Anyway, Length, good, plot, still kinda unreadable, description, reasonable, overall, good. This fic is looking to get a Salamence award, but I'll wait until the plot is more clearer.

Lupin
27th September 2005, 12:06 PM
Ok then, better chapter then the last one. Funnier for that matter. That old pervy guy was funny. The length was slightly better, but you could do with a bit more description in there. Other then that, it was ok.

Bulba the Great!
15th October 2005, 9:26 PM
Hey, everyone!

I'm answering reviews. Finally.

Um...


Your best chapter yet. I think the conversation is a whole lot better, and the humor is getting better. I liked this chapter more than all the others. I haven't seen any grammar mistakes, but I read so fast, I can't actually tell. Well, I'm off to read more things.

Good, at least one person thinks my writing skills are improving!

Go and read more stuff. It's good for you:P


Flygon of Fanfics, here and twinkling!(Stupid twinklies) Anyway, Blade is beginning to become a passable character in my book.(IE: I don't hate him) Good chapter, but if you mentin a Pokemon, you generally have to describe it. Be glad I'm not a rookie trainer.

You didn't like Blade before? Shame...at least he's passable now. I know I need to describe the Pokemon, but I figured describing Kabutops would be too out of the moment for its appearance. That is what you were referring to, right?


Nikki and Tracey, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Lol.


One of these days, I swear I'm gonna kill Cina. Anyway, Length, good, plot, still kinda unreadable, description, reasonable, overall, good. This fic is looking to get a Salamence award, but I'll wait until the plot is more clearer.

I know my description's been lacking-sorry. Right, the plot should become more easy to follow eventually-but the build-up chapters keep on stacking up. I want to give a little more background info on Blade, too. By the way, Blade isn't his actual name. That would be over the line.


Ok then, better chapter then the last one. Funnier for that matter. That old pervy guy was funny. The length was slightly better, but you could do with a bit more description in there. Other then that, it was ok.

Well, not much is worse than the last one, apparently-_- I'm glad my humor was amusing for some. Walter was based off the old guy waiting outside the gym in the Gameboy Games. I decided to give him life:) I already apologized for the description. Sorry.

Off-topic, I drew a picture of Tracey on Artpad to accompany that Blade one: http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?iof3qd115phg

Like said before, I can draw better in real life:P

Well, Chapter Seven should be up soon!

Cheers!
~Bulbs ;001;

Bulba the Great!
2nd December 2005, 9:58 PM
Ermm...I just though I'd update real quickly. Chapter Eight is officially the hardest chapter I've ever written, which is odd-you would think it'd be easy, once you see the finished product. Problem is, there are so many sub-plots and character developments I wanna stick in there, I need to find a way to choose which I'm including where, and how to make smooth scene changes...it's difficult. I feel my story grow more bland with every chapter, and re-reading One of Many gives me a flash of nostalgia...back when I knew which ideas were good and bad. Hopefully everything will work out for the best.

P.S. Somebody say something!

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

Bulba the Great!
5th December 2005, 2:40 AM
Hmm...triple-posting. How do you like that? I finished Chapter Eight...Yay.

I'm too lazy to send out PMs tonight, so if anyone reads this, I'll be happy-but I don't expect anyone'll notice this update 'til I contact everyone tomorrow.

Anyways...This is officially the longest chapter I have ever written, I hope it doesn't seem drawn out...

Destined-Chapter Eight

“Beedrill, Twineedle!” Logan Clements yelled, frenzied. As she, Tracey, and Chase had found out upon waking up Tuesday morning, campsites were not welcomed kindly by Pokémon around the forest area. Their tent had been partially destroyed by a vicious Drill Peck from a particularly moody Pidgeot. Tracey and Chase were still fumbling around for their bags, but Logan had been quick on her feet, releasing her Pokémon less than a minute after waking.

“Here we are! Rikelec, go!” Tracey released his newly evolved Manectric. The lion-like dog shook his head and yelped.

“Shock Wave!” Rikelec tensed his body, his fur standing on end. He growled, sparking viciously all over his lean body.

“Pin Missile, Beedrill!” Logan yelled. The bee nodded, raising its large pincers preparing for the attack. Both Pokémon released their attacks, pushing the territorial creatures into a retreat.

“Never a dull moment, eh?” Chase grinned, standing up. He had uncovered his Pokémon a moment too late, missing the action altogether. Tracey nodded, nursing his arm, which had been singed by a Fire Spin attack.

“Let’s get moving to the Celadon Hotel. We probably shouldn’t have ignored the warning sign at the Pokémon Center about territorial Pokémon.” Logan nodded in agreement to Chase’s words. She pulled Beedrill back to its Poké Ball, fumbling about for her shoes. Tracey did likewise with Rikelec before turning to observe the tent.

“We’ll be needing a new tent, guys.” He turned to his companions, encountering another odd exchange between the two of them. He tried his best to ignore it.

“Umm…yeah, so…the Hotel is right next to the gym…do you want to fight Erika first?”

“Oh, right…yeah, let’s do that.” Logan avoided looking directly at her friend, preferring to look at the ruined tent. Tracey cleared his throat uncomfortably, picking up his bags and stuffing the frayed remains of their camp inside. A few moments later, he stood up, handing Logan and Chase their share of cargo and took off down the hill overlooking Celadon City, without a back glance at his companions. Chase stole a look at Logan, kicked uncomfortably at a patch of grass, and started down after Tracey.

“Why is he always so moody in the morning?” Logan said aloud to no one in particular. She picked a spare Poké Ball off the ground where the tent used to lay, and hurried after Chase’s rapidly vanishing figure.

…………………………………………

“All right, buddy, you get one call.” The chief police officer of the Saffron Jail pulled out his keys, teasing the captive of cell 24 for a moment.

“Who are you going to call?” he asked mockingly. “Surely you don’t have any family. Did you kill them ‘accidentally’ too?” He chuckled. The prisoner gritted his teeth, lashing out at the bars of his cell.

“Just open the door!” he yelled. His voice carried the weariness of a broken man, hooded by a gentle German accent.

“Let’s not get violent, mister. You had to earn your call. Do you want daddy to take it away from you?” the chief asked in a mocking tone. The occupant of the cell fell back.

“That’s better. Okay. Five minutes, and then you’re right back in here. Don’t try anything funny. We don’t appreciate that here.” He opened up the door, allowing the man to come out. His foot stepped out cautiously, trembling slightly. The rest of his body followed.

“To the phone,” the chief said with a grin. He handcuffed the prisoner’s left arm to his right, and they set off down the corridor. A beam of light fell from a small window at the end of the long hallway, illuminating the greasy teal hair that covered the man’s head, straggly and knotted, pulled back in a ponytail.

“Five minutes.” The man nodded impatiently, grabbing the phone and holding it to his ear. He realized with a start that the guard was right. He didn’t have anyone to go to. He had a trial in two days and he couldn’t think of anyone who would back him up. Surely his teammates had left him for good.

“Tick…tick…” the guard said behind him.

“Be quiet…” the man said testily.

“You’ve nowhere to turn…”

“Shut up!”

“Nobody likes you…”

“Shut the bloody hell up and leave me alone!” the man yelled, smashing the phone into the receiver.

“I’m done my call.” He turned bluntly and walked back down the hall, pulling his cell door open and slamming it shut. The guard chuckled throatily and locked it, making sure the prisoner was made aware the keys to the cell were in arm’s reach. The man stared almost sadly back at the policeman, choosing to turn his back and walk to the opposite side of the cell.

“Leave me alone.” The guard chuckled.

“I’ll leave you alone so you can plot another murder before execution day.” The prisoner had no retort for him.

…………………………………………

“Erika will see you in a moment.” Phoebe bowed herself out of the small waiting room off the side of the gym, leaving Logan, Tracey, and Chase alone.

“Remind me again why you’re here, Chase?” Logan asked.

“I want to see you guys succeed. And I don’t know what else to do.”

“Oh.”

“So, Logan-which Pokémon will you be using in the battle?” Tracey was sitting in one of the large ornate chairs, leafing through one of the books in the library.

“Well, Erika uses Grass types, right?” Tracey raised the book in response.

“The Art of Plants: A New Perspective,” Logan read.

“That means Grass types,” Chase offered helpfully.

“Thank you, Chase. I guess I’ll use Beedrill and Squirtle. And how about you?”

“Seeing as I only have two Pokémon capable of battling anyway, I’m sticking to Bulby and Rikelec.”

“You know, it surprises me that you guys both only have three Pokémon in your parties. I mean, when I started out in Hoenn, I already had 42 Pokémon in my arsenal by the time I reached the Lavaridge Gym. Here you are, at Celadon City, and you haven’t even caught a full team of six yet.”

“I hate to say it, but he’s right, Logan. The last time any of us caught a Pokémon was before…erm…”

“The accident,” Logan finished. The two shot furtive glances at Chase, who seemed oblivious to their interchange.

“Tracey Morgan, Logan Clements?” A soft, gentle voice resounded sweetly throughout the room. Tracey recognized it and looked up anxiously. Dominique was standing at the door, her head bowed and her beautiful silky hair falling gently over her eyes. Chase gasped, nearly falling off his chair in shock. He sidled over to Tracey.

“Who is she?” he asked, looking in awe at her.

“Dominique. She’s Erika’s assistant in command.”

“Dominique…she can command me any day…” Chase looked longingly at her arched back.

“If you two will follow me, Erika will observe you now.” She stood up, shooting a quick look at Tracey before turning her back, beckoning the two to follow. Chase fell in behind them, never taking his eyes off her back. Perhaps she sensed this, because she turned around and looked coldly at him.

“Challengers only, please.” Chase nodded balefully, turning his back and slinking into the waiting room.

“Continue,” she said simply, turning and making for the back of the large gym. Logan smirked at Tracey, who merely stared blankly back at her.

“Wha…?” he asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She grinned again.

“Lady Erika waits you in the center of the hedges. You shall enter through the archway, and will not be permitted to leave until you have found and battled her. Understood?” Tracey and Logan nodded numbly, looking at the size of the mazelike hedge.

“Begin.” The two walked slowly into the archway, aware of the girl’s eyes following them. Tracey stole a look back at her before turning back to the task at hand.

“Which way do we go?” Logan whispered as they came to a fork. Tracey grabbed her hand instinctively.

“Left.” The two set off, hearing the ominous click of a door being shut behind them.

…………………………………………

“Beatrice? Honey? I’m heading off to work. Darling?” Skylar Mortenson, a dashing young man with long black hair falling around his shoulders and strikingly handsome facial features walked into his wife’s study, finding her back turned towards him. She was busy typing a paper for her class.

“Lousy students…” she mumbled.

“Everything all right, sweetheart?” She looked around. She was a woman of breathtaking beauty, with long brunette hair cascading over her shoulders, her deep chocolate brown eyes contrasting vividly against her husband’s pale gray ones.

“Honey…remember when I told you I was going to the doctor’s office this morning?”

“Yes…” Skylar walked further into the room, placing his hand on the back of her chair.

“Well…I’m pregnant!” Skylar’s eyes widened. He was silent, for a moment. Then he smiled, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

“A baby, at last!” He hugged his wife, who shared his enthusiasm.

“You can finally be the ‘responsible adult father’ you’ve dreamed about!” Skylar clasped her hands, kissing her gently. She buried her face in his chest.

“Our whole world will change, now, won’t it?” Skylar nodded happily, hugging his wife close and placing his chin on her head.

“We’ll learn through experience…and we’ll be the best parents we can be for our child.”

“Yes…” she said dreamily.

“Have you thought of a name, yet?”

“Hmm…I thought…I thought Sloan would be nice, if it turns out to be a girl.”

“Oh.” He didn’t sound very enthused.

“You don’t like it?”

“We’ll think about it.” He raised his eyebrows at her, the way he had the day of their honeymoon. She had always loved that expression. She merely smiled at him in amusement, pulling away and straightening his tie for him. She kissed him, stroking his hair.

“Have a good day at work, honey.”

…………………………………………

“Right…I think I see a door up ahead!” Tracey said. Logan agreed, squeezing his hand. The two set off quickly towards the light, glad to have finally found the center of the maze after what felt like forever. They reached the door. Logan put her hand on it, getting ready to push.

“Ready?” Tracey grinned.

“Let’s do it.” Logan pushed it opened. The two fell into a small room, only a bit smaller than the waiting room they had been waiting in. A young woman waited silently in front of them, her hands clasped over her soft yellow kimono, her figure outlined by a scarlet lace skirt beginning at her chest. Long dark hair obscured her face, although this changed as she looked up, her chocolate brown eyes looking into Tracey’s. She looked to be a mere year or two older than Chase. Tracey thought she looked very attractive, indeed more so than he had expected.

“So you are the boy I have heard so much about,” she stated directly to Tracey. He could not tell whether this was an accusing phrase or not. She stepped off the small platform she had been standing on, pacing slowly around the two teens. Logan stood awkwardly as Erika ran her fingers through the girl’s blonde hair. The gym leader moved onto Tracey, taking his chin on her hand and observing him eye-to-eye. She slapped him lightly on the cheek, turning and walking past the platform, beckoning them to follow her through a second door they hadn’t noticed before. Tracey looked at Logan, who shrugged at him and set off after her. Tracey shook his head and fell into line behind her, shutting the door lightly behind him.

“This is the battle arena,” Erika said lazily, indicating to the large battlefield they had stepped onto. Tracey gasped at the size, and then realized he was standing at the far end of the field, in the challenger’s square. Erika led Logan to the other end, pushing her gently into the other box. Tracey watched, confused. Phoebe stepped into the referee’s box, stationed mid-way across the field.

“Erika, what’re you doing?”

“You two are to battle each other. Only the winner shall be deemed worthy of a battle with the leader.” She sat down on a bench by the referee’s box, indicating that the match should start. Tracey gaped blankly at her, turning his eyes to Logan. She looked equally shocked. Phoebe’s voice rang across the field, magnified by hidden speakers.

“The two-on-two battle between Tracey Morgan and Logan Clements will begin shortly. Trainers, release both Pokémon. Proceed to pick one of them to begin the battle with. These will be timed matches, with five minutes to each match. At the end of that time period, if neither creature has been knocked out, the judging of the match shall turn to the referee. Let the match begin!” She waved her flags, stepping back. Tracey gaped at Erika, who was calmly filing the nails on her left hand. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“It’s mandatory that any trainers wishing to fight me in this gym must prove themselves in battle. Normally I have them fight Alison, but it’s always better to see them fighting their peers.” Tracey gulped, nodding. It made sense. But to fight Logan? He checked her reaction. He was shocked to see she had released Squirtle and Beedrill already.

“C’mon, Tracey!” she yelled across the field. He faltered for a split second, and then shook himself. He shouldn’t be this reluctant. He pulled two Poké Balls from his belt.

“I hope this works,” he said to himself. He released Bulby and Rikelec, who shook themselves lightly and trotted to his side, Bulby rubbing his head against Tracey’s shin and Rikelec curling up next to them.

“Okay…keep cool. She’s just another opponent.”

“I’m ready when you are, Tracey.” He took a deep breath.

“Let’s go.”

“All right! Beedrill, you’re up!” Beedrill shook it’s gossamer wings, sharpened its saw-like pincers on the large stinger at the end of its body, and flew forward silently, landing in the center of the battlefield. Tracey considered which Pokémon to use for a second before making his final decision.

“Bulby, are you ready?” Bulby nodded eagerly, brushing his head against Tracey’s leg.

“Shar!”

“Okay, then I choose Bulby!” Tracey and Logan exchanged glances before turning their gaze back at their Pokémon.

“NOW the battle will start,” Phoebe stated, waving her flags again. Erika sat back, looking expectantly at the two trainers.

“Umm…okay, yeah, Beedrill, use Pin Missile!” Logan yelled. Tracey searched his brain frantically for an attack to counter it. He was determined to be the winner, prove he was worthy of Erika. He felt guilty that in order to do that, however, he needed to defeat his best friend.

“Bulby, Protect!” He finally managed to yell. Beedrill had already released a barrage of speeding white barbs, the foremost of them just reaching Bulby. The small Pokémon flinched, hit back by the attack before he could conjure up any sort of shield.

“Shar!” it cried, flying backward. Tracey grimaced.

“Focus, Tracey,” he said to himself, running his fingers through his hair. Logan was willing to be merciless. Why couldn’t he put his heart in the battle?

“Beedrill, use Agility to your advantage! Bulbasaur aren’t very fast!” Beedrill nodded, stopping in midair for a split-second. It suddenly shot forward, like a missile, shooting straight at Bulby. It closed in, creating rings that grew closer inward very slowly. Bulby blinked, feeling the wind being created by the insect Pokémon rather than seeing it.

“Bulby, umm…stick out your vines! Stop Beedrill dead!” Tracey felt Logan knew this strategy would be an obvious one, but he couldn’t think of any alternative.

“Beedrill! Stick out your pincers and slice through the vines!” Beedrill apparently followed this command, as Bulby’s vines were suddenly sliced in half. Bulby’s eyes widened in amazement, staring at its severed vines, which were smoking slightly at the ends. Tracey gulped.

“Bulby, are you all right?” he cried out. Bulby turned, looking at his master with large eyes. He took it as a sign that although the Pokémon was hurting, it was willing to go on. He nodded, trying to think of a plan to counter the opponent.

“Bulby…send out a Stun Spore around you!” he called, trying to stall until he could think of a better strategy. He was taken aback, therefore, when the gust was sent back at Bulby, taken in and thrown back by the tornado of wind that was Beedrill. Tracey grunted in frustration. He was losing this battle already, and it had barely started. The only luck to have occurred for him was that Bulby was unaffected by the powder.

“Beedrill, Twineedle attack!” Logan looked across the field at Tracey, who seemed to be unsure of what to do, staring awkwardly at his Pokémon with his mouth wide open. She shook her head. Bulby fell, his skin bruised by the most recent in the volley of attacks sent at him.

“Bulby, return!” Tracey yelled decisively, holding out his Pokémon’s ball. The creature stared weakly at him with one eye, looking at Beedrill with the other. It seemed unsure of what to do.

“Bulby, return!” he said, louder this time. Time seemed to slow down for Tracey, watching Bulby’s mind spin behind those large, pain-filled almond eyes. He was broken out of the reverie by Logan’s next command.

“Pursuit attack, Beedrill!” Tracey didn’t know exactly what this attack did(he had only seen Chase use it once in battle), but it didn’t seem to bode well.

“Return, quickly-back to your Poké Ball!” Logan grinned secretly, knowing perfectly well that Pursuit doubled in damage if used on a retreating Pokémon. A beam of red light shot out of the device in Tracey’s hand, aiming towards Bulby. Beedrill suddenly swooped in, swiping Bulby out of the way ruthlessly with one spear. Bulby reeled from the damage, collapsing.

“Bulbasaur is unable to battle!” Phoebe said decisively, bringing her referee flags down. Bulby closed its eyes finally, knowing it had tried its best. Tracey angrily returned it to its ball, looking across the field at Logan, who was congratulating her Beedrill.

“Rikelec. You know what to do.” Tracey’s Manectric stood up silently, strutting to the center of the battlefield. He bared his teeth, his fur sticking up on end, fed by the friction between Tracey and Logan. A sudden shattering sound filled the room. Broken pieces of glass rained down on Rikelec and Beedrill. Tracey put his hands over his face in defense, looking to the source of glass. A huge skylight overhead had shattered, presumably from the large tree limb that was laying sprawled across it. Erika waved her hand carelessly at the ceiling.

“We will arrange for it to be fixed. Please continue the match.” Phoebe nodded, raising her flags again. Tracey and Logan shook themselves, concentrating on the battle at hand.

“Let round two of the match begin!”

“Beedrill, let’s make a clean sweep! Fury Attack!” Logan seemed even more confident now, spurred by her win against Bulby.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky now, miss. Bulby was at a disadvantage last time. It won’t be like that this time around. This time it’s fair.” Logan seemed surprised at the coldness in Tracey’s voice. She looked quizzically at him, mouthing something across the gym. He couldn’t tell what she meant, so he merely mouthed a ‘what?’ back and didn’t wait for an answer.

“Rikelec, shock that bug into oblivion! Use-” He was cut off as he realized Rikelec was already on top of Beedrill, biting down on its midsection, pawing at its face. Blood was seeping from the place where he was biting.

“Tracey, call your wretched Pokémon off of mine!” Logan cried, her face contorted with hatred at his partner. Tracey looked blankly back at her, dumbfounded at what his Pokémon was doing.

“Rikelec, what the hell are you doing?” he managed to scream. A quiet voice answered him.

“I believe that’s my doing.” Tracey looked around confused, wondering whom it belonged to. Logan shrieked, which he thought was an odd response to this.

“Tracey! It’s…it’s him!” It took Tracey a second to comprehend who him was. He was spared an answer, however, when a blade flew through the air right at him. He ducked just in time, allowing it to land with a dull thunk in the wall of the gym.

“Blade.” Tracey needed only say this to realize whom he was facing. A shadow flew from the ceiling, falling through the broken glass of the skylight above. The ninja-esque male landed with hardly a noise, standing up slowly and allowing the light of the gym to fall across his face. Tracey took in, with detail, the pale, thinly sculptured face of the young man, the cold black eyes, and the two purple tinged scars playing across his right eye, which matched the pattern of scars covering the large white mongoose-type Pokémon that landed next to him. The teenager grinned slyly.

“Tracey Morgan, I presume.” Tracey nodded, hatred playing across his face. Blade grinned again, taking on a mocking voice.

“Don’t be that way. Can’t we just be friends?” he asked, his cold eyes glinting evilly at him. Tracey shook his head. Blade chuckled coldly, a bemused look now commanding his face.

“No, of course not, not after what I did to your little precious girlfriend in the forest. I guess that makes us enemies, eh?” He sneered. “That’s the effect of a Swagger attack your Manectric’s feeling right now, by the way. It’s too confused right now to understand what’s happening, anyway.”

“What are you doing?” shrieked a female’s voice. Tracey thought it was Logan’s, but he was proved wrong. Phoebe was clenching the rails of her referee stand, looking very pale and disconcerted at everything that had just happened. Erika stood up slowly.

“Phoebe, this is Otenchi, more widely known as Blade. He often takes refuge here when the police are looking for him.” She crossed to the center of the battlefield and greeted him warmly, hugging him tightly like a mother.

“Erika-you’re in league with this filth?” Tracey asked incredulously. She shook her head in mild amusement.

“Tracey Morgan, you must understand that as a gym leader, one must be impartial. There is no good or bad side for us. We must greet all guests warmly.”

“You didn’t give me the warmest greeting in the world!” Tracey answered furiously. Erika chose to ignore this statement.

“The front door was locked,” Blade said calmly, “so I showed myself in.” Erika nodded her head understandingly, running her fingers over his long, lime green hair. Tracey cursed and turned to Rikelec, only to find that Zangoose had rendered Beedrill and his Manectric unconscious.

“You scum! What do you want?” Tracey half shouted, not feeling quite as bold as he sounded.

“Seeing as Skylar Mortenson’s trial is tomorrow, I thought it would be nice to catch up with you and your friends and help you free him from jail.”

“What?” Tracey asked, curious despite himself.

“Skylar is an old family friend. That’s all you need to know. I thought you’d want help-I seriously doubt you’d be able to rescue him without me.” Tracey gaped at Blade. He was calmly discussing the fate of a murderer’s life with a convicted criminal, who was standing in the middle of broken shards of glass being hugged tightly by the gym leader.

“Life has sure turned to hell,” he muttered. Aloud, he said, “How do you know we’d even want to save him? He was responsible for my murder.” Blade snickered.

“I know when someone needs help, and I’ve never met someone who wore their emotions as plainly as your friends and yourself. Trust me-you need help.” Phoebe broke in.

“Tracey-did you just say you were dead?” Tracey looked over at her and opened his mouth. Logan replied for him, in a voice that was several octaves higher than usual.

“That’s not something to talk about right now, Phoebe. Blade is a criminal-and your master is in cahoots with him!” Phoebe gasped as the information hit her, staring wordlessly at Blade, who was still holding Erika in his arms.

“Do you accept my standards?” Blade asked, calmly looking Tracey directly in the eye.

“What standards?”

“Oh, nothing, really-I help you with a jail break, you help me with one.” Logan burst out behind him.

“You made the same exact deal with Chase! Don’t accept, Tracey!” Blade stifled her yells by throwing his remaining hair knife across the room, straight for her. Tracey yelled out in shock.

“Logan!” Time slowed down again as the knife drew closer to his friend, whom Tracey could tell wouldn’t duck in time. It hit her square on the head, knocking her backward. There was no blood.

“Logan! What the hell is wrong with you, Blade?”

“I don’t see what you mean. I didn’t kill her, for which you can be thankful. I find your girlfriend can be quite tiresome at points, although I must say, she is quite attractive.” He stared haughtily at Tracey, who glared back, but felt powerless. Bulby was too weak to even hope to defeat him, and Skar was incapable of battling. What could he do?

“Erika-why are you doing this?” asked Phoebe desperately, jumping off the referee’s booth and coming to Tracey’s side, taking care not to come within reach of Blade.

“Did I not just explain?” Erika asked coldly.

“Here’s the deal,” Blade said, “I have everything you want. I have the information you need, your girlfriend and your master’s life on the line.” He let the information seep in. Erika stared at him in horror.

“I must have misheard you, Otenchi, I thought-?”

“No, you heard correctly, Erika. If Mister Morgan doesn’t agree to my standards, I have no choice but to kill his precious soul mate and you. Tough luck, honey.” He drew a hidden knife from his cloak and held it to her throat.

“Do we work together?” he asked, a bloodthirsty look drawn across his face. Tracey looked desperately from Rikelec’s limp body, to Logan’s, then to Erika’s face, terrified and full of hatred at Blade. He felt Phoebe’s head hit his shoulder, shaking silently with sobs. He opened his mouth.

“Yes.”

To Be Continued…

Flaming Lip
6th December 2005, 12:01 AM
How could you? How could you end the chapter right as it got interesting! You are evil you know that?

Evil

Anyway, its good, very good.

Post the next chapter soon






please?

Lupin
6th December 2005, 11:38 AM
All I can really is WOW. That was an amazing chapter. I loved the idea of a maze in a gym battle. Its going right into the games where you have to solve puzzles and defeat trainers before you take on the gym leader him/herself.

And that endding, WHOW.

Bulba the Great!
4th February 2006, 2:52 PM
Well...after waiting for two months, almost to the day, we finally have Chapter Nine to post...and it's just as long as Chapter Eight. Only, less exciting. And, it may feel very "Composed" if you know what I mean, very bland and ruled-out. Different from last Chappy, I'm afraid. I believe I losing readers, though; two months and I only get two reviews out of the Chapter. Although, they were both good. And, I apologize to Byzantium for not replying to any of his PMs...bugging me to post up the next chapter and such. I hope you reply, bud. And, thank you Lupin, your words always make me feel better:)

Okey-doke, here's Chapter Nine

Destined-Chapter Nine

“So…you must be kept pretty busy, what with helping Erika and all. You must get mighty tired, eh?” Chase Tang was sitting at a table in the center of the waiting room of the Celadon City gym. Across from him was a girl whom he knew as Nikki, or Dominique. Her breathtaking features were lined with boredom, and she was tapping her foot expectantly.

“Umm…yeah. So…have you ever had a…a boyfriend?”

“No.” She said this almost as soon as he had finished saying boy.

“Oh, really? Have you ever considered…umm…”

“No.” Dominique stared directly at him, giving him an idea of exactly what she thought about going out with him.

“Oh…okay. That’s all right…that’s fine…” He sunk into a stupor, looking surly. Dominique rose. Suddenly, a loud crash resounded through the room.

“Did you hear that?” yelped Chase. Dominique nodded gracefully, unsurprised.

“Where did it come from?”

“The battle arena.”

“You mean…but Tracey and Logan are in there!”

“Yes.” She made to leave the room.

“We can’t just leave them like that! Who knows what happened?”

“They’re holding a battle with Erika. Anything could have happened.”

“Yeah, like an injury! C’mon!” Chase stood up, launching himself out of the room and grabbing her arm. She groaned, following reluctantly.

“What’s the quickest way to the gym room?” he asked as they drew level with the massive maze in the center of the building.

“Through that.” Dominique pointed to the hedges. Chase looked at it for a moment.

“Aww…do we hafta?” Dominique sighed and grabbed his wrist now, pulling him through the archway covering the maze.

…………………………………………………….

“Yes,” Tracey Morgan said with reluctance.

“Excellent. We won’t be needing you anymore, dear.” Blade touched his finger to Erika’s neck. She hit the ground three seconds later, without even an intake of breath.

“What did you do to her!?” Phoebe screamed, her fingers digging into Tracey’s hand. Her eyes were on fire, although the rest of her face was lined with fear.

“Nothing she won’t regret in a few hours’ time. If I didn’t care for her so much, she wouldn’t be quite as safe now.” He let the words hang in the air.

“What should we do, Tracey?” Phoebe asked anxiously.

“Honestly? I dunno. We’re taking this in steps, be glad we’re still conscious.” Phoebe nodded, biting back a moan. Tracey looked back at Blade, who was now pouring something down Erika’s throat. His thin hand pulled back, holding a phial of liquid Tracey could not identify. It slid smoothly into his cloak.

“So…what’re we doing, exactly?” Blade looked up fiercely, and then smirked slightly.

“I’ll leave you to find that out yourself. Now, you there-” he pointed to Phoebe, “get this cleaned up. When she-” here he kicked Erika roughly, “comes to, she will not remember anything that happened these past few hours. Tell her she-” he pointed to Logan, “attacked her. That will be enough to send this troublesome girl off to jail. My Zangoose will kindly help keep your tongue in order.” He looked pointedly at the creature, which nodded quickly.

“Wait, and I have no say in this?” Phoebe squeezed even harder on Tracey’s hand.

“No.”

“And you expect me to let you send Logan to jail? For something you did?

“Yes.” Blade smoothly stepped over the broken pieces of glass, heading toward Tracey and Phoebe. The two cringed as he drew nearer, but he strode past and pulled his knife out of the wall.

“If you do not choose to obey…” he fingered the knife threateningly.

“How dare…” Tracey trailed off as he heard a faint yelling. Blade’s head snapped to the door.

“Chase Tang approaches…” he snarled. Tracey marveled at his hearing capabilities. Blade leaped over to the other side of the room, picking his knife up, and rushed back to the doorway. He pulled a long wooden pole from his robes, along with two smaller knives. He pounded them into the pole, barricading the steel door.

“It is time we left.” He tucked his throwing knives into his hair, grabbed Tracey roughly by the mouth, and pulled a small yellow cube from his cloak. It expanded, releasing a Scyther from its depths. The mantis slashed at the air, baring its pointed teeth and narrowing its fierce eyes. Blade grabbed onto it, muttering a single command Tracey did not hear. The green insect did not respond, but in a second Tracey felt his body leaving the ground.

“Tracey!” Phoebe yelled, running towards the two. Zangoose screamed, knocking the girl to the ground and pinning her arms.

“Tracey?” Chase’s voice sounded frantically from outside. A harsh banging started up on the other side of the door.

“Erika?” Dominique’s voice sounded, too, making Tracey’s heart skip a beat. He attempted a call for help, but Blade’s hand tightened. The two continued rising.

“Don’t try anything brash, all right? Several lives right now depend on you. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally let go of you. That would be sooo devastating to those who love you.” He smiled mockingly at the boy. Tracey narrowed his eyes, squirming frantically. They were now a good ten feet off the ground.

“I’m telling you, Tracey, a fall from here would cost your life. Do you really want to risk that?”

“Tracey, I’m coming, man! Logan! Can you hear me?” The pounding stopped suddenly.

“They can’t have given up.” Blade’s eyes rolled upward as he tried to figure out what Chase and Nikki were up to. Tracey took this opportunity to punch his captor in the groin. Blade looked down, sneeringly, at Tracey.

“Did you honestly think I would leave a weak point like that unguarded? Maybe I should let you fall…” His grip on Tracey lessened. The young man frantically yelled something, flailing, suspended between Blade and the cruel ground. Scyther was just reaching the broken skylight.

“I can’t hear what you’re saying. Why don’t I let you speak freely?” He grinned evilly, letting go of Tracey. He fell, uncontrolled, to the ground, his scream blending in with Phoebe’s.

“I had so hoped we could be friends!” Blade sneered, pushing through the gap and disappearing. Tracey made sure to curse him before facing the inevitable. A great rending of steel erupted as the door broke open. Chase’s Sceptile broke through, leaping underneath Tracey and catching him with dignity. Tracey looked into the Pokémon’s eyes, nodding weakly before passing out.

“Tracey! Whoa…what happened?” Chase heard a muffled scream coming from the far right of the field. He turned, his eyes falling on Phoebe, pinned helplessly by Zangoose.

“Sceptile, Leaf Blade on that Zangoose! Don’t hit Phoebe, though.” Sceptile placed Tracey gently on the ground, leaping over to where Zangoose waited. The Pokémon seemed to be debating whether it should continue following its trainer’s orders or stand up and fight. Before it could reach a decision, however, Sceptile had rammed four separate blades of energy into it, knocking it out instantly. The Pokémon fell limp on top of Phoebe. She pushed it off of her, picking herself up slowly and crawling over to Dominique, who was kneeling next to Erika, holding her head in her hands.

“How did this happen?” she asked quietly.

“This-this boy…he…” Phoebe was at a loss for words.

“I think,” Chase cut in, “Right now we should get Logan, Tracey, Erika, and the Pokémon to the Center right now. We can get help for Phoebe, too; whatever happened, it was probably rough on all of them.” He nodded towards the broken glass, unconscious Pokémon, and limp figures strewn across the room.

“Well said, Chase. Dominique, can you support my weight?” Phoebe indicated to a large gash in her leg, which was a result of either broken glass or Zangoose’s claws. Dominique nodded, standing up fluently and taking Phoebe’s arm, helping her get to her feet. The two started for the door.

“Hey, wait!” Chase protested. Dominique looked back.

“How am I supposed to carry Logan, Erika, Tracey, Manectric, Beedrill, and this Zangoose all by myself?” Sceptile nudged Chase, who looked around at him. The lizard had Erika in his arms, and was gently pushing all of the unconscious bodies into a pile
with his tail. The Pokémon looked meaningfully at Chase, without uttering a word. The trainer understood. Chase quickly pulled a Poké Ball from his belt, releasing Drowzee.

“Drowzz…” she mumbled.

“Drowzee, can you manage to Teleport…” he counted the number of bodies, “Ten bodies to the Pokémon Center at one time?” Drowzee shook her head slowly.

“Two trips?” The two stared for a long time at each other, having a battle of wills. Drowzee finally, reluctantly, raised her short arms. Tracey, Logan, Manectric, Beedrill, and Zangoose floated gently off the floor, and promptly vanished in a haze.

“Okay, now rest for a moment,” Chase moved toward Dominique and Phoebe.

“Chase, are you sure this is safe?” Phoebe looked slightly apprehensive.

“Safe? Of course! My Drowzee is possibly the strongest Teleporter in the entire Hoenn region.

“What about the Kanto?” Dominique’s eyes bored into Chase’s. He shuddered, averting eye contact with her.

“I’m not sure, all right? But what’s the worst that could happen?” Drowzee mumbled something across the room to him.

“Okay, guys, Drowzee’s ready. We need to be standing close together, so let’s all form a circle around Sceptile.”

“What?”

“Look, Drowzee needs her work to be in a small area. Remember how Sceptile put all of the other bodies in a pile?”

“I know that, mister. I was just reacting rhetorically.” It was Chase’s turn to be confused.

“Rhetora-what?”

“Never mind, you two. Let us just move around the Pokémon, okay?” Dominique pulled Phoebe up to Sceptile’s side. Chase moved next to them, grabbing Dominique’s hand repulsively.

“Are you ready?” Nikki moved her hand from his.

“Now we are.” He smiled weakly.

“Drowzee, Teleport!” They shut their eyes, bracing themselves. Phoebe felt it was rather like being pushed into a giant blender, spinning at impossible speed, feeling the people next to you, yet not really touching them. As soon as it began, however, the sensation was over. The children were standing on the desk in the Reception Area of the Center.

“Here’s more of them!” yelled a man’s voice. Chase opened his eyes to find the people of the Center kneeled in the middle of the room, tending to Tracey and Logan. Beedrill, Rikelec and Zangoose were already being loaded onto three separate stretchers by Nurse Joy’s assistants.

“Any injured?” Nurse Joy’s voice sounded stressed.

“Ermm…”

“Lady Erika!” yelled a woman, breaking through the crowd and rushing at the group on top of the counter. The entire Center was silent for a tense moment. Nurse Joy stood up slowly. Her face was suddenly hard.

“What…have you done…to the Gym Leader?” she asked, her words slow and deliberate. A man from somewhere in the crowd yelled out a colorful string of words.

“No…no, it wasn’t me!” Chase stammered. He looked at Dominique and Phoebe for support. Both seemed to be oblivious to him. Phoebe opened her mouth slowly.

“It was him.” She spoke in an oddly monotone voice. “He challenged Erika to a gym match with his friends. He attempted an attack on her with his Sceptile while battling her. His friends tried to stop him with their Pokémon, but he knocked them both unconscious. He proceeded to attack Miss Erika. We came in just in the nick of time. He attempted to attack us, too, but his Drowzee stopped him, and proceeded to teleport us here.” Chase felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

“But…but they’re obviously lying! Why would I attack my own friends? Why would I knock my own Pokémon out? Why would my Drowzee attack me?” Nurse Joy payed no attention to him.

“Call the police immediately. This boy is to be arrested.” The crowd cheered, advancing on Chase. Two men led them, cracking their knuckles and snarling.

“No…I didn’t…I never…” Chase backed up. Phoebe and Dominique grabbed his shoulders, pinning him down. Chase yelled out. Sceptile and Drowzee leapt at the men, raising their arms in attack. One of the men pulled put a gun. The creatures gasped, trying to jump out of the way. The man fired two shots. One grazed Sceptile on the side of the head, causing him to faint. The other caught Drowzee right through the chest. Both Pokémon fell without a sound.

“No…please!” Chase yelled violently, breaking free of the girls’ grips and jumping at the man who had harmed his friends.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Officer Jenny stood in the doorway, illuminated by the bright sun outside.

“Arrest him.” Two other female police officers grabbed Chase’s wrists, clapping handcuffs onto them.

“Search him for any concealed weapons. Take his Poké Balls. Get those two under medical care.” She waved carelessly at Sceptile and Drowzee.

“Officer Jenny, remember me? Please, I’m innocent! I didn’t attack Erika!”

“Oh, I remember you all right. You were the one who we caught battling in the Underground Path, remember? I let you off then with a warning. That isn’t happening this time.” She turned to leave, then she looked back.

“Bring the man with the gun in for questioning, too.”

…………………………………………………………

Chase sank against the cold stone wall of the Saffron prison. He sighed, looking around the small cell for the umpteenth time. He had been given possibly the smallest cell, with nothing but a bed and a sink. He had to ask to use the toilet.

“What’re you in for?” A voice rose from across the room. Chase looked over. A large, dark-skinned man was sitting on the bunk in the cell opposite him. He had the distinct build of a man who had once been a bodyguard. He was now gaunt looking, his skin stretched across his bones, his eyes sunken and red. He had long, filthy hair running over his shoulder, braided in cornrows.

“I…I was suspected for attack of a gym leader. But it wasn’t me!” The man chuckled, although there wasn’t a trace of humor in his eyes.

“It’s never us, kid. The police force, they’re run by a bunch of idiots. They want to be seen doing something about them Team Skye thugs, so making lots of arrests seems to boost their confidence.”

“What’re you in for?”

“Me? Association with Team Skye.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. See, thing is, I was friendly with their leader Skylar back in grade school. I got a message of help from him in the mail two days before he was arrested for the murder of some guy. Thing is, the police intercepted it before I could do anythin’. Hell, the put me in jail without a trial or nothing!” Chase’s head had pricked up when Skylar was named.

“Skylar?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve heard that name before. What’d he do?”

“Ah, he apparently murdered some guy name Terry Morgan, or somethin’ like that.”

“Tracey Morgan?”

“Yeah. That’s it. Knew him?” Chase was growing tense.

“I know him. He’s alive, right now! I’ve been staying in the city with him for the past few days!”

“There ya go, kid. He didn’t even kill him. These people, they’re loony, I swear. Although, that Skylar guy was a little off his rocker, too. He turned himself in. No argument, nothing. He just asked for a trial about a week after he was arrested. You know, he’s rumored to be held in this very jail.” Chase was short of breathing.

“Say, you all right, kid? Hey, what’s your name?”

“Chase.”

“Hey, Chase. I’m Sam.”

“Chase Tang?” A guards’ voice echoed through the long corridor.

“Yes?”

“Some kids here to see you. A Tracey Morgan and Logan Clements?”

“Oh! Great. Can I…can I go?”

“No! I’ll bring them in to see you.” And before Chase could protest, the guard brought the two before him. Tracey smiled weakly.

“Hey, Chase,” Logan said quietly.

“Guys, when can I get out of here?”

“Chase…thing’s aren’t looking good. Erika woke up, and she can’t remember the last three hours of events. Blade fed her some drink that made her forget everything, I remember him giving it to her. And, he must have done something or other to Phoebe, who in turn passed it to Dominique, because both are insisting you attacked Erika…and their word is a bit stronger than ours.”

“Blade! God, is that what happened? I couldn’t gather what had, what with you, and…god, that kid is such a…” he trailed off. Tracey and Logan were looking solemnly at him.

“Chase…Sceptile and Drowzee were put on death row.”

“What?” Chase sat up, his eyes wide.

“They were charged for attacking the crowd.”

“But they were just defending me! What about the man, who shot them?”

“He got off. Said something about acting in defense.”

“No!” Chase slammed his fist against the wall.

“Can’t we do anything?” Logan asked desperately. Sam broke in.

“Sorry, kids, but you can’t do nothing against these police. Their word is law.”

“But this is bull! Pokémon can’t even get a trial or anything! How do they prove they’re guilty?”

“I think this is the first time they’ve ever done this to Pokémon before! Why now?”

“I’m tellin’ you…the police are desperate. They don’t have a lead on who’s been doing these terrorist attacks, and they need to look like they’re doing something!”

“Terrorist attacks?”

“Don’t you pay attention to the news? Hell, I’m in jail and I’m better informed. There’s recently been Pokémon attacks on the entire Central region of Kanto. Buildings on fire, people dying, the whole works.”

“Do you think it had something to do with Team Skye?”

“Maybe. I dunno.”

“Tracey, Logan,” Chase broke in carefully, “I need to get out. Do whatever it takes.” The two looked at each other.

…………………………………………………..

“Mark, honey, have you seen Dour?”

“She’s out for a walk, Bethany. She’ll be back by three.” Mark Morgan was sitting motionless on a large sofa, his legs propped up by a pile of magazines and his hands clenched tight over a remote. The TV was on and blaring sports commentary. The man was a wreck, unshaven and fat. He had the remainders of a once handsome face somewhere beneath the grubby exterior, one that rarely saw light anymore. The room in which he was sitting was also a sight to behold-one half, the half he was sitting in, was filthy and cluttered, filled with dirty clothes…it appeared he had spent the better half of a year essentially living there. The other half of the room was clean and neat, where his wife had managed to tame it. His wife was right now preparing dinner, attempting to bath her son Sammy at the same time. She came into the room in one swift movement.

“Mark. Dour is a Pokémon. There is no way she can understand that she’s supposed to return by three!” She was interrupted by a barking sound. A large Houndoom bounded into the room happily, spitting smoke out of her nostrils and waving her spiked tail vigorously. She jumped onto the couch, curling her lean body up next to Mark’s limp one. He lifted his hand vaguely, petting her glistening black coat, scratching her slender neck.

“I spend a lot of time with her on this couch, Beth. We understand each other perfectly.” His eyes flicked quickly to the TV, which was now displaying an ad for toothpaste.

“Nothing good on TV these days. Now the Indigo League’s over, there’s no good battling to watch. Football’s become flat, and don’t even mention the other garbage they show on here these days.”

“You know, Mark, I never thought I’d see the day where you actually complain about not seeing Pokémon Battles on TV.”

“Things have changed since…well…” He sank into an uncomfortable silence. He flipped the channels listlessly. He stopped on one.

“Hm…some kid was arrested today for attacking a Gym Leader…Erika. Wow, I pity the kid who wants to go inflict pain to a Gym Leader.” He scratched Dour’s head lightly. Beth sighed, turning to get back to Sammy’s bath.

“Hey…they’re showing a clip of one of his battles…” Beth didn’t hear the rest; he was mumbling.

“Could you possibly help with dinner, honey?”

“No…” Beth looked overwhelmed, too much work to do. She glanced at the television. There was a battle taking place between a Sceptile and a Lugia.

“Mark…is that Bill battling?”

“No, some guy named Will…this Chase guy is strong! Look how his Sceptile performs its moves!”

“Sweety, that is Bill. Look! There’s a close-up on his face. See? He just dyes his hair purple. How strange…then again, we’ve lost touch with him since he joined the Pokémon League. Look how strong he’s gotten! He’s able to control a Lugia!”

“Ah, that is true. He’s got the upper hand, I must say. Look! The Sceptile’s been hit to the ground…he’s lost.”

“Well, Bill always was an exceptional trainer. Wonder why he goes by Will now?”

“Maybe because they both stand for William?” Mark had something very close to a smile on his face. That was about as close to laughing he ever got these days.

“And here come his adoring fans…”

“I wonder whether this Chase has a fan club.” They both watched in silence. The entire stadium walked towards Will’s side…except one person. He walked towards Chase, leaning over and offering a hand to the fallen figure. The camera zoomed in on the two. Mark’s hand flew over the Beth’s.

“Honey…that’s…Tracey!”

“That…that must have been taken before he…he…”

“What’s the date on that?” The television turned to a reporter again, who smiled slickly at the camera.

“That footage was taken on July 5 of this year, folks, merely three days ago. People say Chase Tang may have lost his grip after such a devastating loss, and-” Mark shut off the television.

“Mark…that couldn’t have been him.”

“That clearly was him, though, Bethany! I have been haunted by that face for the past six months-I can’t misidentify it!”

“Mark, Tracey died. We saw the body. Try to be a realist here!”

“Beth, some things don’t have to be seen to be believed. Part of me wanted to believe Tracey was still alive. Now, we’ve even seen him! He’s alive, somehow. We have to go find him!” Beth looked hard at him for a moment. The moment extended as he watched the wheels turn in her head.

“When do we leave?” Mark sighed in relief.

………………………………………………………..

Chase had resolved not to do anything foolish until Tracey and Logan arrived with some news, or form of help. However, as he looked out the small window of his cell, he realized that night was already falling-Sceptile and Drowzee would surely be executed by the time he would get out! Chase stood up from his bunk for the fifth time in three minutes, pacing back and forth, running his finger through his shaggy off-white hair. Although he had been allowed to keep his old outfit on, Chase still felt naked without the protection and security of knowing he had his Pokémon right at his waist. What would become of them? Where were they now? Chase looked over at Sam’s cell. The man was laying on his back, staring out his window at the night sky. As if he knew Chases was looking at him, he spoke.

“Got any family, Chase?” Chase nodded sadly.

“Yeah. But, they all live across the sea. I’m native from the continent of Hoenn, see. So, I can’t even call on them to bail me out or anything. These jail phones don’t even reach to the Johto region, weak as they are. My only hope is to have my friends rescue me.”

“So, tell me how things really happened, if you didn’t attack Erika yourself.”

“I don’t know, exactly; my friends were there when it happened. I just arrived in time to see Tracey faint, and I still haven’t gotten the full story from them…so much has happened since then.”

“I heard your friends mention something about Blade. Just so happens that we had a Blade in here, about a day or two ago. He apparently broke out half an hour after being put in his cell, though. Somehow still had his Pokémon with him.”

“Sounds like him to me.”

“Ah, you know him? I get a feeling he’s been part of these attacks on Kanto too, y’know.” A guard came by, walking his rounds.

“Hey, Big Jim. Mind if I get a break to the loo?” The guard chuckled, pulling a set of keys from his pocket.

“Of course, Sam. You know the routine, though; no more than ten minutes.” He unlocked the cell door, grabbing Sam’s arm lightly and guiding him down the hall. Chase went back to pacing. He routinely checked his watch, the minutes slowly ticking by.

“Where are you, guys?” He lay on his bunk, scratching his arm.

The wall to his cell exploded in a frenzy of stone and mortar.

To Be Continued…

How was that? Meh?

Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;

P.S. I'm off to tape this morning's episodes; I'll send out PMs tonight.

Flaming Lip
4th February 2006, 5:08 PM
It may be because its been a long time since the last chapter, but I kinda got confused in the begining.

Anyway, its been interestesting, Chase being framed was a bit of a suprise. And the bit about the police being desperate was a pretty cool idea.

The plot seems to be getting thicker by the chapter. I suppose that could be your excuse for so few recent updates xD.

Well, it was a nice chapter, but there was some minor punctuation errors.

Though, once again, that little bit after To be Continued was a bit unnesessary. In fact, you don't even need to say 'To be Continued.'

Football's getting flat? Obviously, he doesn't realize tomorrow's Super Bowl Sunday XD

Wynd
22nd February 2006, 7:58 AM
Hey! *pokes Bulby* Yeah you! Write more, ya hear?

Charziken 13
25th February 2006, 5:20 PM
Sorry for leaving, Bulba...... again...... but, I've had some personal commitments, and now they're over, so I'm back, and all is right with the world once again!

Now, I must say that you really have done a great job here. The plot is interesting to me, no matter what you think. Also contrary to popular opinion, I *gasp* like Blade. Yeah, the "I'm a criminal with a secret" bit has been done before, but, as long as you don't overdo it, I like it. Those cube things he has (can't remember what they're called) are an interesting concept, and they remind me of those whatchamacallits, Dark Balls, I think, from that movie with Celebi.

I also like the death row thing. It as unexpected, and to be honest, it had never even occured to me that Pokemon could be put on death row!

That potion that Blade fed to Erika, and whatever happened to Phoebe and Nikki is a new concept. Some kind of mind-altering drug, or hallucinogen, or something? Man, life must be heck for Chase right now.

Now I'm just left wondering how the effect spread to the girls, and, obviously what the story behind Tracey's death is. Overall, great ob, and you can count on me as a reviewer from now on!

Charziken

Bulba the Great!
15th April 2006, 3:21 AM
Guys, I'm sorry I keep leaving you hanging like this. When I get so few reviews per chapter(Although, Byzantium's and Charziken's were very nice and I thank you guys profusely), I start to lose interest in writing O.o Anyways, great to hear you guys' feedback, though, my "loyal few" who shouldn't keep reading when I keep you hanging like this.

The reason I took so long this time, however, is because this was actually my hardest chapter to write. And it's only four pages on Word. Why? Because, I wrote out Skylar's trial. So, it's not even technically fitting in with the Destined timeline, but it coincides with events now. This took place after the last chapter of OoM, and before Chapter Two of Destined. The trial that has been building up in Destined continuity is a re-examination of Skylar's case which Tracey can attend.

I apologize again, but nothing more has been written on the exploits of Chase, Blade, Tracey, or the plight of Sceptile and Drowzee. That will be touched upon later.

But, this is a sort of mini-chapter, and I apologize if I make any mistakes with the rules of the court, I have never researched the topic. All I have learned of the court is through the musical "Parade" which my high school just put on, so...yeah.

Here it is...I guess.

Destined-Chapter Ten

Saturday, March 13; 2:35 p.m.

“All rise, all rise for Judge Mathis.” The entire assembly present at the Celadon Court for the Skylar Mortenson case rose respectively. An extremely old and bent figure stepped from the back room. He was completely bald, with a dull gleam reflecting off of his wrinkled head. Large sideburns sprouted in front of his ears, running in a peculiar fashion to the bottoms of his horn-rimmed glasses, which obscured bright, energetic green eyes. His long black robes draped gracefully over his chair as he took his seat.

“The assembly will be seated. The charges pressed on the…” he turned to the guard beside him.

“Which case is this?” he said in what he apparently found to be a whisper, although all could hear it.

“The Skylar Mortenson’s Murder of Adolescent, sir.”

“Ahh…yes…” He peered shrewdly through his glasses at the defendant’s bench, at which a man with neatly combed teal hair slicked back in a ponytail was sitting stiffly. His face, once hard and proud, was now saggy and had a permanent grievous tone to it. Seated next to him was his lawyer, Nathan Frank.

“Skylar Mortenson. Very well…Mr. Radley, the charges?”

“Skylar Mortenson is hereby charged for torture of several locals, thievery of Pokémon, attempted robberies, attack of government heads, fire caused in North Pewter City, and finally and worst; murder of innocent Tracey Morgan and his Bulbasaur and Electrike. Among the present today we have Mark and Bethany Morgan, parents of the concerned, and Logan Clements, friend of concerned.”

“Very good. The opposition may have the opening statement.” His eyes fell to the opposition, Mark Morgan and his lawyer, Lucille Bloom. Mark stood on a nudge by his lawyer.

“Thank you, Judge Mathis.” He turned to the jury, addressing them directly.

“Tracey Morgan was my son. This man,” he pointed crisply to Skylar, “is responsible for the murder of my son. I am pressing charges to a death sentence for this reason alone. No crime is greater than murder, and this was an unprovoked event. My son was not aware of this man’s presence before he was brutally attacked with no reason. My son died of blood loss after being stabbed through the arm. If this is not case enough to have this man hung and done with, I have plenty more where that came from.” He sat down, shaking slightly and glistening with sweat. The jury murmured approval.

“Now the defense may say a few words in response.” Skylar’s lawyer stood up.

“Your honor, we are aware of Mr. Morgan’s claims, and we have studied this case from all angles. We have a few points to rebut. First, Mr. Morgan made false implications in that last statement. For one thing, he himself never made any violent gestures toward that boy. It was one of Mr. Mortenson’s Pokémon, a Fearow namely, who maimed his son so. For another thing, Mr. Morgan stated that his son died of blood loss. This is also untrue. To our understanding and research, the young man died of an allergic reaction to donated blood. In this case, the charge of murder might actually be moved on to the Cerulean Hospital staff, not Mr. Mortenson. Thank you.” He sat again. The jury’s faces were now hard and set, and it was not obvious whether they approved of this statement.

“Right. We have had statements from both sides. Does the opposition have any rebuttal to the defendant?” Mr. Morgan’s lawyer stood up.

“I merely wish to point out that although the defendant did not attack my employer’s son, he still had full control of the mentioned Fearow. If he wanted to prevent this dire happening, he merely needed to raise his arm and stop it.” A ripple passed through the jury.

“Thank you. We will now call forth witnesses. The opposition will begin.” Mr. Morgan’s lawyer stood up, walking to the bench. She turned silently towards the assembly.

“I first call to the bench Logan Clements, friend and fellow victim with Tracey Morgan.” The doors in the back opened, revealing a girl in her mid-teens with long blonde hair and stunningly blue eyes. She walked briskly to the bench, sitting on permission from the guard.

“Ms. Clements, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” She nodded quickly, her lips pursed slightly.

“Very good. Ms. Clements, as some of you may know, was the only other being present at the attack of Tracey Morgan, and was also attacked by Mr. Mortenson. Luckily, she has survived at least to tell us the tragedies that occurred that night. Ms. Clements, tell us about Tracey Morgan.” Logan took a deep breath.

“Tracey was…my best friend. He was loyal, brave, honest, pure…everything that is ideal for each of us. He was flawed, like all of us, but he never made any violent gestures, never cursed, never hit anyone…Tracey was, and still remains in memory, an excellent trainer, student, son, and, most importantly to me, friend.”

“What were the last words he said to you?”

“Umm…I can’t remember exactly. Skylar attacked us in the middle of the night, so the last actual words he said to me were, ‘Don’t let the bed bugs bite.’” She smiled sadly. “But, the last time we had a full conversation, Tracey had been telling me about his worries for Skar, his newest Pokémon. He was telling me that he planned to rematch Misty, the Cerulean Gym Leader, but then head to Vermilion City immediately to find treatment for the Pokémon’s handicap. I currently hold possession of that Skarmory, and plan to take it to Marcus, the Pokémon apothecary.”

“Ms. Clements, tell us exactly how these fateful events played out for you that night.” Logan shuddered.

“Right. Umm…well, like I said, it was the middle of the night. Tracey couldn’t sleep, I remember…I was asleep when Skylar first attacked. The window to the Center smashed through, I think, because I woke up and saw a Fearow glide through and grab Skar. Tracey jumped out of bed and made to stop it. Fearow thrust its beak forward and stabbed through Tracey’s arm. I jumped out of my bed immediately and ran to him, but Fearow drew back and butted me with his head. I smashed into the wall and…well…” She looked down, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Very good. Thank you, Ms. Clements.” Logan was ushered out of the courtroom.

“There you have it. From a direct eyewitness, we have evidence that Skylar had vandalized the Pokémon Center, stabbed one child, and effectively snapped the spine of another.”

“Objection!” came the voice of Skylar’s lawyer.

“We acknowledge Mr. Mortenson’s side of the case.”

“Mr. Mortenson had already been cleared for those actions, as it was literally his Fearow which committed these crimes, not himself.”

“But we have also cleared, sir, that he was the person commanding the Pokémon, therefore the actions were effectively Mr. Mortenson’s.”

“Proceed with the next witness.”

“Yes, your honor. I now call to the bench Nurse Joy Hollingshead, for her medical opinion on the children’s injuries.”

………………………………………………………

Saturday, March 13; 3:47 p.m.

“After observing all evidence against Mr. Skylar Mortenson, and the three persons speaking on his behalf, Mr. Mortenson will now be allowed a closing statement in which he will finally say his plea of innocence.” There was a ripple in the courtroom, and a few angry whispers were uttered. Skylar stood shakily, pacing slowly to the bench. He sat, opening his mouth hesitantly. When he finally spoke, his voice came out croaky and dry.

“Your honor; ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I plead not innocent, but against a death sentence.” There was an intake of breath from the present.

“You don no pretense of innocence, Mr. Mortenson?”

“No, your honor. I know many have the mind I am guilty of murder and crime, and should be put to death immediately. I do not deny the charges pressed on me, but I wish to plead madness, not innocence.” There was another ripple in the jury as they looked at one another.

“After hearing all the evidence pressed on me, there must be no doubt I am a dishonest man who does not deserve to live amongst the rest of society…I do not deny that. For the past ten years, I have been ruthless, reckless, and unforgiving. My wife died giving birth to my firstborn child. The child died soon after. I was left alone, grieving for her loss. I resorted to drinking. I felt unsure, and at times violent. When I consulted my friends for help, none came to my aid. I was alone, done for I thought. Then I met a struggling member of Team Feather, a small street gang who scratched a living. We found we had much in common, and before I knew it, I was heading the gang as the vicious “Skye”, which soon became the gang name. We never had a clear purpose from day one, but we moved from trying to defile the government system, then to cause general strife. We finally settled on capturing and taming the Legendary Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres. We were determined to find them. My first encounter with Tracey Morgan was not in the Cerulean Pokémon Center, but on the Cape. We battled for possession of a large Skarmory, which I won fairly. Keep in mind I did not intend to harm him or Ms. Clements at all, and did not. My newly caught Skarmory was restless, however. It wanted its child, which the young child had fatefully obtained. Determined to please my Pokémon, we set out that night to get its child back. Your honor, I had no intention of harming either child; my orders to Fearow were to ‘obtain the baby no matter what it takes’. That was my fatal error. The rest of that night has been discussed thoroughly. That is my story, Judge Mathis. I plead madness, and wish only to be sent to a correction facility to sort out my affairs. I do not deny the charges. Thank you.” He nodded, blinking quickly to keep the tears from his eyes.

“The jury will now decide on a verdict.”

………………………………………………………

Saturday, March 13; 3:59 p.m.

“The jury has decided. What is your decision, ladies and gentlemen?” The head of the jury, Agatha Vance, stood.

“Your honor, we have talked through the case quickly and efficiently.”

“And?”

“We find the defendant guilty as charged. Sentence: Death.”

Flaming Lip
15th April 2006, 4:41 AM
Intersting.

I must say the ending was very dramatic. It read quick, very nice. Do I think you could of done much more for the court scene.
Then again... I don't watch day time television, so I don't know if its boring or not :P

Anyway, nice job, though I wished you would be more consistant in your updating.
Try reviewing more, that normally helps land reviews
I'll do my own part, in the mean time.

AND REMEMBER:

If people will wait a year for an update, they will certainly wait 3 months. *COUGHCOUGHWINDINGROADSCOUGHCOUGH*

>_>

EDIT: High school?! I thought you were a middle schooler 00;;;

Charziken 13
18th April 2006, 10:20 PM
As Byzantium has said, that ending was very dramatic, and the pacing was perfect. You fleshed it all out, yet were not long-winded about it. I like how Skylar did not try and drag it out; he took what they had to say honorably, in spite of the atrocity that he had committed. I really believe that he was insane, but I am somewhat in agreement with his sentence. Perhaps next chapter will change that, as, correct me if I'm wrong, as I haven't looked over that last chapter in a while, but wasnl't Skylar going to help Tracey? Man, you make it so you just can't judge a guy anymore, Bulba. Nice work. I eagerly await your next chapter.

And isn't Judge Mathis some kind of TV show?

Oh, and sadly, I must agree with Byzantium on your "subtle" remark.

Flaming Lip
19th April 2006, 11:27 PM
As Byzantium has said, that ending was very dramatic, and the pacing was perfect. You fleshed it all out, yet were not long-winded about it. I like how Skylar did not try and drag it out; he took what they had to say honorably, in spite of the atrocity that he had committed. I really believe that he was insane, but I am somewhat in agreement with his sentence. Perhaps next chapter will change that, as, correct me if I'm wrong, as I haven't looked over that last chapter in a while, but wasnl't Skylar going to help Tracey? Man, you make it so you just can't judge a guy anymore, Bulba. Nice work. I eagerly await your next chapter.

And isn't Judge Mathis some kind of TV show?

Oh, and sadly, I must agree with Byzantium on your "subtle" remark.

Wait, is this sutble remark, Bulba's or mine.

If its mine well then, damn, I didn't think my forced coughing and mention of a fic by she who must not be named would be picked up! :o

xD

Bulba, don't let a lack of reviews get you down. If you update more often, you're fic is bound to get more attention (Even more so if you have spammers like me. xP)

In all seriousness, I'd rather wait 3 months for a well written chapter then 1 week for a poorly written one. (but of course, once it gets to be a year, my postion changes, It seems interesting that a winding road can stop so suddenly[/MORE_AMAZING_SUBTLY]

xD

Bulba the Great!
7th May 2006, 3:36 PM
Hey guys, I'm sorry I've been all neglectful and junk again, but it's actually got a good reason this time-I was kicked off the computer for a month. Something to do with failing school. *ehem* I'm actually technically still not allowed on, but I'm posting behind me mam's back.

SO. To the reviewing.

First off, Byzantium, I am in Middle School. Eighth grade, like I've told you. The High School(which is just across the street from my Middle School) put on Parade for their spring musical. Ours was You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown and I was Charlie, which really is off-topic but whatever, this is my thread.

Okay, NOW I can review.


Interesting.

I must say the ending was very dramatic. It read quick, very nice. Do I think you could of done much more for the court scene.
Then again... I don't watch day time television, so I don't know if its boring or not :P

That's great, and I did tell you I worked hard on this little chapter. I don't watch daytime TV much either, mainly just Pokemon episodes and my old Monty Python DVDs. With the occasional Will and Grace thrown in. Unfortunately, I've gotta write the second court scene soon, so I'll have to try to avoid making it stale-_-


Anyway, nice job, though I wished you would be more consistant in your updating.
Try reviewing more, that normally helps land reviews
I'll do my own part, in the mean time.


Thanks again, and I do try to keep consistent, I just don't. :) And I don't wanna read other people's stinky stories. :P No, but seriously, if I don't even have the consistent time to write, how can I be a consistent reviewer? I'll read your fic when it comes up, Byzantium(God, think of a nickname I can call you!), but that's where I draw the line.


AND REMEMBER:

If people will wait a year for an update, they will certainly wait 3 months. *COUGHCOUGHWINDINGROADSCOUGHCOUGH*

Was it really three months? Wow.

Now for Charziken.


As Byzantium has said, that ending was very dramatic, and the pacing was perfect. You fleshed it all out, yet were not long-winded about it.

Wow, it's been a while since I've written a well-paced chapter. Score. Glad the ending came off as dramatic and not corny.


I like how Skylar did not try and drag it out; he took what they had to say honorably, in spite of the atrocity that he had committed. I really believe that he was insane, but I am somewhat in agreement with his sentence.

Well, Skylar was once a gentleman, so there's still some of that visible in the court case. The guy is beyond himself now, he committed a murderand he knows it, it takes bravery to admit being wrong on all accounts. Atrocity is a cool word, I should use it soon :P Yeah, he was insane. He sorta shook out of it, though, luckily. So, wait, you think he deserves to die? Wow. I tried to build some pity for him in the chapter. Too bad.


Perhaps next chapter will change that, as, correct me if I'm wrong, as I haven't looked over that last chapter in a while, but wasnl't Skylar going to help Tracey? Man, you make it so you just can't judge a guy anymore, Bulba.

Well, it's the other way around, really. Over the three times Skylar has appeared in Destined, we've seen a flashback to his "saner" days, where he is currently, and his first trial. From what we've seen in the present, the guy is broken and is going to have a second plea, which Tracey will attend. So really, Tracey can help him, but not the other way around. We don't know whether Tracey will be kind enough to testify for or against him. I'm glad you can't trust him, because it makes things a lot less predictable. This guy isn't the most trust-able to begin with, anyway. Right? ...


Nice work. I eagerly await your next chapter.

Which is coming to Serebii in about two months! /:o


And isn't Judge Mathis some kind of TV show?


Is it? Wow. I didn't think of it like that. Actually...*grins sheepishly* I used Stanley Wayne Mathis for reference, the guy who played Schroeder in the revival version of You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I was listening to his song Beethoven Day when I was typing that part:D

Actually, there are a lot of Parade and Producers character references, too, in the
new names in this recent chapter. I'm a cheapskate:P If you guys know either one of the plays, you'll find them. If not...well, they're still nice names.

And, I'm still waiting with Byzantium to find out which subtle remark you meant, although I'm gonna go with By's(teehee, By) assumption.

Don't worry, once I'm back on regularly I'll review more frequently. I haven't even started the next chapter yet.*cries openly*

Wow, By, amazing subtlety there. I wouldn't have picked it up if you hadn't pointed it out. :P

Cheers!
~Bulbs ;001;

Keep reading and reviewing and eating and sleeping and drinking and hiking and spelunking and scuba diving and...

Bulba the Great!
6th June 2006, 1:23 AM
Double post can only mean...another chapter! And with a subtly shorter wait than last time!

Not much to say. It does get graphic in the end...

Destined-Chapter Eleven

“Just take care of Sammy and Courtney for the afternoon, all right? We’ll be back by eleven.” Bethany Morgan handed her two children over to her brother, John.

“Will do. Hey, Beth? I really hope you can find him.” The balding man looked sadly at his nephew and niece’s faces, happy and carefree. Beth looked, too.

“I wonder if they even realized who they lost. Tracey was gone from us before this, anyway, off on his journey well into two months. We hadn’t heard from him, not once, until he was…taken. If he is, somehow, by some twist, alive, there’ll be so much to say to him.” Mark Morgan ran up the walk to the door, out of breath. He was clearly out of shape for this physical exercise.

“What did she say, Mark?”

“Apparently his body was never buried. They had scheduled to cremate him, but his body disappeared before the burning. His clothing, Poké balls, Pokédex, and badge case were gone, too. This looks good, honey.” John looked confused.

“This is messed up.” Beth smiled sadly at him, nodding. She kissed him on the cheek.

“We’ll be back in six hours, tops. Ready, Mark?” The man had pulled their traveling bags out from John’s house. He slung his over his back, handing the other to Beth.

“Let’s go. She said the battle we saw on TV took place in Celadon City, so we might as well start there.” Bethany gave a farewell kiss to each of her children and backed away, waving at John before turning to the long road ahead of her.

“Do you think we’ll find him, Mark?” Her husband took her head in his hands and stroked her hair.

“We will find him. I hope to God we do.”

…………………………………………………………….

The wall of the Saffron Jail exploded in front of Chase Tang, causing him to fall off his small bed in shock. As the smoke cleared, he saw a tall figure form, a cloak billowing around his thin frame.

“Surprised, Chase Tang?” Blade’s face was relieved by light, and Chase saw a third thin purple scar had appeared under his eye, making his face even more contorted and menacing looking. Chase yelled out in pure anguish, a deafening, hate-filled yell.

“I take that as a yes. That’s wonderful to know. After you.” Without any hesitation, his hand shot out and grabbed Chase. He pulled him, with overwhelming force, to the hole in the jail wall.

“Afraid of heights, Chase?” He held Chase by the shirt over the edge, revealing a four story drop.

“I hope not.” He let go. Chase screamed, falling and flailing as the wind whipped around him. Just before hitting the ground, a Sandslash had caught him not all too nicely, as its claws dug deep into his back. Chase’s eyes widened in shock, and then closed as consciousness ebbed from his body. Blade landed silently next to the Pokémon and human.

“Quickly, the alarm’s been raised already. This hellhole has finally gotten some security. Sneasel will hold them long enough.” He sneered at Chase. “I hope you sleep well. It’ll be the last relief you get for a while.” He motioned to Sandslash, who automatically started moving, heading for Saffron forest.

“I’ll be back for you!” The young man screamed, his voice filled with contempt, back at the jail. His voice reverberated loudly, mingling together with the alarm as they stole away into the shadows. A quadruped shape followed in quick pursuit.

………………………………………………………………….

“This doesn’t feel right,” Logan finally said, standing up. Tracey looked up, having been nodding off while waiting.

“Wha…?”

“Waiting for Rikelec to save Chase’s neck? Where do you not see the flaw in that plan?” Tracey sighed, standing up next to her. He put his hand on her shoulder.

“Logan, we’re not allowed anywhere near the jail at night, remember? Rikelec’s a strong Pokémon, he can take care of himself.”

“What if he’s caught?”

“By who?”

“Rikelec’s lurking around a jail! Anyone could be there.” Tracey nodded.

“Look, how about we try to do something useful, then? Send Beedrill to find Rikelec. We’ll go and talk to Phoebe. She’s apparently been changing her story slightly towards our favor every few times she tells it.”

“Where’d you hear that?”

“The public facilities. Some guy was talking to a buddy and he mentioned the case against Chase. The other guy said, ‘I dunno who to believe now, the boy or the girls.’
His friend asked why. He said, ‘Their story’s been getting weaker and weaker under testimony. ‘Specially the green-haired one, she seems convinced that the boy didn’t attack lady Erika. The stories are starting to contradict.’ This looks like whatever Blade did to them’s starting to wear off.”

“Wow…I wonder if he anticipated that?”

“Dunno. Anyway, we could stop by the gym and try to talk to her.”

“That’s better than standing here.”

“Send Beedrill for Rikelec. Then we’ll go.”

……………………………………………………..

“Chasey! Wake up, honey!” Chase’s eyes fluttered open. He looked into the smiling face of his mother, her big eyes slightly teared.

“Mom…? What’s the matter?” She reached out wordlessly to hug him.

“Mom?”

“Today’s the last day you spend with your family for who knows how long…”

“Oh, that…” Her grip on him tightened. Her fingers seemed to claw into his back.

“Mom?” His face suddenly stung, as if slapped. Chase Tang truly opened his eyes now, taking in the dark forest surroundings. His captor, a large Sandslash, was plodding along at an easy fast pace, its sharp yellowed claws digging into his back. Chase yelped.

“Settle down, Chase. Wouldn’t want the police to come and arrest you again, would we?” Blade’s pointed face sneered down at him from the overhead trees as his arms and legs moved to allow him graceful speed through the foliage.

“Blade!” Chase spat.

“Good, you remember my name. I’m touched.” He made an almost undetectable nod to Sandslash, who abruptly stopped.

“To business.” Blade allowed himself to fall from the tree. He came close to stepping on Chase, who was laying limp on the ground, before stopping. He leaned down close to his face.

“Do you know who currently resides in the Saffron Jail?” Chase looked at Blade. Was this a joke?

“Skylar.” Blade laughed quietly.

“Correct. Who else?”

“Why should I care?”

“I saved your *** from death row, Chase Tang, don’t even start on me about caring. Yes, I do care about things. I have one very strong care right now. Do you know what that is?” Chase shook his head in spite of himself.

“My father is kept in that prison. I want him. I want him dead.” Chase felt a sudden chill down his spine from the venom in Blade’s voice. Blade seemed to sense that, slapping Chase.

“This is the part you shouldn’t care about. My family…what’s left of it…is my own business. No, I have a proposition for you. I help you save Skylar, seeing as your friends seem to care so much about him, and you help murder my father.” Chase frowned.

“Why should I care that much about Skylar? What have you ever done for me, anyway? Why should I help you commit a murder?”

“Because I saved your Pokémon’s lives, that’s why.” He threw six Poké Balls to the ground at Chase’s feet.

“I believe you owe me a life debt, now. I saved two lives, you help me take one. It’ll be considered even in the end.” Blade turned sharply, throwing a knife into what Chase assumed was a tree. He heard a yelp and a thud. Chase cried out.

“What was that?” He struggled to fight Sandslash, but he couldn’t get up.

“We were being tracked,” Blade grunted, quickly getting to the ground and checking the clearing for other intruders.

“Well…well, Chase Tang, do you accept my deal?” Chase opened his mouth to say, “No,” but he found a clawed hand on his throat as he opened his mouth. It pressed harder as he tried to speak.

“I win either way, Chase. I always win.” Blade laughed sarcastically. “I’ll make it simpler for you. You say ‘Yes’, and I don’t dispose of you…yet.” Chase pushed Sandslash’s claw so he could move his throat properly.

“Let’s settle it over a battle. If you win, I’ll do your disgusting plans. If I win…you still help save Skylar, and I’m home free.”

“Do you think it’s that simple? I let you free? I’ve let you slip out from my hands once, it won’t happen again. I’ll battle you, but that won’t change anything. How does a beast battling another translate to our conflict at all?” Chase knew he had been beaten. There was no way to avoid the inevitable.

“Where will you go if not with me anyway? The police won’t exactly welcome you with open arms.” Chase sighed.

“Fine. What are your terms?”

…….…………………………………………………………………

“How have you two been?” Phoebe placed two cups of green tea down in front of the trainers. Logan took hers and sipped, Tracey reluctantly following suit.

“Phoebe, you know why we’re here?” Phoebe sighed, obviously having hoped to avoid the issue.

“Guys, I’m just not sure which end is up anymore. I don’t remember even testifying that Chase was guilty, and I definitely have no recollection of him attacking Erika. I have a vague memory, just a static image, from that period of time.” Tracey sat forward.

“What do you see?”

“A Zangoose, leaning over me. A boy, with long green hair, flying somehow…he had a Scyther to fly on, that’s it. A body, held in his arm. That’s…all I can remember. And that’s taken me all day to recall.”

“Phoebe, I think Blade-he was the green haired boy-had his Zangoose do something to you. He poured a drink down Nikki’s throat-maybe Zangoose had it, too. I dunno, that’s all I can think of.”

“I’m awfully sorry Chase was put in this position, and I am trying to set him free, but Dominique still seems oblivious to my arguments.”

“Could we see her?” Logan’s hand tightened on Tracey’s at that moment.

“Tracey-look! It’s Beedrill.” The large insect was indeed at the window, tapping its left pincer on the pane. The other was waving frantically.

“Something’s wrong.”

……………………………………………….

“Why did you single me out for this?” Chase was walking alongside Blade, a tension building between them with each step.

“You had potential. You’re not the only one I’ve tried to get. You’re just the only one to agree.” Blade laughed rather nastily.

“Do you want me to work for you?” Chase felt the knife on his throat before even seeing Blade pull it out.

“Do you have a choice?” His eyes glinted fiercely, and Chase thought he caught a hint of red in the deeper register of them.

“Right. So I…”

“You grab the body and go. How do you not get that?” Blade took off, leaving Chase struggling to keep up.

“How do you know this will work?” Blade turned around sharply and slapped him.

“Shut up!” he growled. The jail was suddenly illuminated by light.

“Morning?” Blade glanced at the sky. A massive flying creature flew over them, flames billowing from its wings.

“Moltres? But how?” Chase walked behind Blade. The two momentarily forgot their loathing of each other in this miracle.

“There’s someone on it’s back! Someone’s tamed the legendary bird!” Blade grinned.

“Meaning there’s only one thing to do. While this vulture causes chaos in the city, we can sift the guards out even easier. Watch this.” He pulled his hood over his head, clipping blonde hairpieces to the edges. When he spoke again, his voice was rough and hoarse.

“Plan A is executed.” He sprinted the remaining length to the jail entrance.

“Raise the alarm! The legendary beast Moltres is tamed and heading for the city! All free men needed for assistance!” Within five minutes, a battalion of twenty or so officers plodded out, each mounted on a quadruped and winged riding Pokémon.

“Which way?” The head grunted, pulling the reins on his Flygon.

“The city, you idiot!” They took off with a great roar, brandishing weapons. Blade whistled, indicating to Chase it was time to start his part of the plan. Sandslash, the Pokémon of Blade’s best suited to this job, started digging a tunnel. Chase hesitated, and then released Nidorino to help. They burrowed almost straight down, heading for the top security cell where Blade’s kin waited.

“This better work.” Chase glanced at the horizon. Although still too early for morning, he saw a fiery red flare.

“Is that Moltres or the sun?” He would never find out, as Sandslash grabbed his ankle. Time for his descent. He released his Volbeat, which he had exchanged Tyrogue for. Blade had somehow obtained it that afternoon from the Pokémon Center. The colorful beetle extended its small, pixie-like wings in free air for the first time in six months.

“Volbeat, Flash!” Volbeat blinked, clenching its tiny arms and producing light from the rounded orb on its rump. Blade disappeared inside the jail, presumably to remove remaining guards. Chase sighed.

“Let’s go.”

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“He’ll be okay. The blade only nicked his side.” Nurse Joy stepped out of the doorway of the emergency room, a Blissey following suit behind her. Rikelec’s body had been found unconscious at the edge of the woods, clearly dragged there by a human or Pokémon. Beedrill had lost the whereabouts of Chase, though.

“Thank god.” Tracey finally took a breath after holding it for half an hour.

“There have been many Pokémon with knife injuries here lately,” she said, a puzzled look covering her face.

“I think I know why,” Tracey muttered. The nurse didn’t push questions. A scream rang out from the streets.

“Now good heavens, what could that be?” Joy ran to the window, Logan and Tracey following. A body ran by, covered in flames. Logan gasped.

“What on earth?” Sirens started sounding all around the building. People started pouring into the center.

“What’s happening?”

“Nurse! The Legendary Bird Moltres is attacking our city, and a Zapdos has been seen in the vicinity of Fuchsia City. There are reports of two or three bodies riding the creature. It’s been tamed!” Logan looked frantically for Tracey, but he had suddenly vanished from her side.

“Tracey?” She started pushing bodies away from her, trying to find her friend. She caught a glimpse of his dirty-blonde hair entering the emergency room. Chaos broke out as another flaming body ran past, followed by a burst of fire.

“Who will save us?” cried a woman’s voice. More murmurs of panic ran through the crowd.

“Everyone, remain calm!” Logan yelled. There was silence. She stood on a table.

“Moltres is a Pokémon, no matter how legendary. I need volunteers to go with me, and we will fight back.”

“Miss, with all due respect, Lady Erika and her assistants are already trying to fight, but are losing horribly!”

“That’s because she only uses Grass types! Look, we’ll go and do what we can. Meanwhile, somebody should contact Gym Leaders and Frontier Brains and let them know what’s happening. Elite Four members should be contacted, if possible.” Logan felt taken aback by her sudden control over the crowd. Seven bodies stepped forward. Four girls and three males, Tracey and two older men. Tracey held up Rikelec’s Poké Ball, and Logan understood where he had been.

“Are all your Pokémon fighting fit?” she asked. They nodded.

“Anyone else? No? Nurse Joy, keep order. We’re going to attempt keeping the peace.” Logan hopped off the table, beckoning to the seven others. The Nurse started to protest.

“We have no one to protect the Center from attack!” Logan sighed.

“No, I suppose not. Does nobody else in this Center have Pokémon?” A young boy, about twelve, timidly raised his hand. It spurred a middle-aged woman to raise hers, too. Logan turned to Joy.

“Is that good enough?” She nodded.

“C’mon.” Another scream sounded from outside. A flaming storefront flew across the street. Three people in the Center fainted on the spot.

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“Mark, the sun seems to be rising early in Celadon,” Beth Morgan said playfully, pointing to a light shining over the hill they were climbing up. Mark only nodded, completely out of breath by now. They reached the top of the hill. Beth was the first to react.

“Oh my God. What the…Moltres?” That was as far as she got. The bird swooped over the hill, its talons gripping onto Tracey Morgan’s mother. Her body caught on fire within seconds.

“Beth! No! You *******!” Mark Morgan yelled. Tears rolled down his face as he ran after the bird, which had turned back and was heading for Celadon. His wife’s corpse dropped. He ran to it, stamping out the flames on his wife’s body. Her eyes stared hollowly at him, her beautiful hair gone and her skin eaten through in several places. A single breath escaped her before she died. Mark pulled her head into his lap in shock, screwing up his face. After a moment of grief for her, he kissed his wife on the forehead.

“I will come back, darling.” He left her body on the slope, taking off with renewed vigor after the bird. A steely glint had appeared in his eye. He would now have to avenge his wife and his son, wherever he may be. He ran down the slope into Celadon City, passing skyscrapers and houses to the main street, where Moltres seemed determined to create the most chaos. The buildings around the Pokémon Center were in ruins, the Center itself miraculously in one piece. Faces were pressed to the window from inside. Mark Morgan then realized the bird had stopped momentarily on the top of the tallest standing building. From thirteen stories above, a voice rang out.

“What do you think of Team Skye’s power now, sir? Mark Morgan. How ironic it would come to this. You locked our leader in irons. We just murdered your wife. What a trade-off. We would let you live, with all your honorable intentions. However…” Moltres raised its head. The doors to the Pokémon Center burst open. Eight people ran out, headed by Logan Clements.

“Mr. Morgan!” she shrieked. He did not want to look. He knew he was going to die, and he wouldn’t let these innocents die, too. Not if he had a say.

“I will fight to the death, kind sir,” he replied sarcastically. He raised a Poké Ball in his left hand.

“Dad?” Tracey Morgan’s voice rang out across the street. Mark gasped. He turned his head slowly. His son was standing not ten yards away from him! His face broke.

“Tracey? My god…son, I…don’t know what…” His words were cut short as a jet of fire hit him dead-on. The flames stayed concentrated on him until a pile of ashes lay on the street. The Poké Ball dropped to the ground, without a blemish.

“Tracey Morgan, the cause of all our unhappiness. Why our leader didn’t kill you when he had the chance is beyond me.” Tracey was shaking from grief and hatred.

“You filthy cowards! He did kill me! YOU *******S!” He was screaming now, tears welling on his face. Logan joined him, equally outraged. The oldest woman in their group stepped forward.

“How dare you? Take this!” She released a Pelipper and Forretress from her hands. The other members in the group stepped forward, too, leaving Tracey and Logan huddled together under a storefront. The five other released Pokémon, too, until a team of twenty-three well-trained creatures stood in front of them. Laughter poured down from above.

“You think your puny Pokémon will stand to our might? Not a chance. Kill them all, Moltres.” Fire poured down on the beings.

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Blade looked up at the paling moonlight in the night sky. After disposing of all the guards he could find, he had Scyther running one final check of the prison before going in. The green mantis shot out the door. It slashed the ground once.

“Good. Find the one called Chase Tang, bring him these keys. Take him and my father and show them the way up.” He grinned nastily. The Pokémon narrowed its eyes and grunted before turning and heading back in.

“How long have I waited for this?” Blade stared angrily at the sky, looking back ten years in his life. He cowered in a corner, seven years old, clinging to his mother, watching his father yell.

“He gets more treatment than he’s worth! I could be spending this money on myself!” He reached out and grabbed Blade’s mother from him.

“He goes to the orphanage tonight. I can’t afford to keep him!” He slapped his wife. She fell to the floor, crying.

“He’s your son!” she yelled.

“I have no son!” He pushed a table over for effect. His wife was shaking with tears.

“To hell with you. To hell with you! I’m leaving!” She crawled to her son, kissed him gently on the head, and ran for the door. He husband caught her violently, slapping her. She spat in his face and kneed him in the groin.

“Go to hell!” She slammed the door.

“Blade?” The youth was shaken out of his reverie. Chase was standing at the jail door, holding a man in front of him, Blade’s father. His wrists were bound and his mouth taped shut. Chase had dry tears running from his eyes.

“My father. You are free to go, Chase Tang. You will not want to remain for what I do next.” He cracked his knuckles.

“Blade…you said…” Blade struck him across the face.

“GET OUT! I never want to see your face again!” Chase spat at the ground and ran for his life, yelling swear words back at him. Blade turned back to his business, unphazed.

“My father. How are you doing?” The man on the ground mumbled hatefully through the tape.

“I can’t hear you! Should I remove the tape?” The man nodded vigorously. Blade leaned forward, ripping it off.

“Otenchi!” The man growled. Blade calmly took his face and surveyed him. The man’s features had changed surprisingly little from prison. His cold eyes had sunken in, his squashed nose had become even more revolting, and a rough beard had crept up on his face. His hair was same as ever, short and graying.

“Father. I have come for my revenge.” He raised a knife.

“You can’t kill me!” The man suddenly switched to a look of horror, suddenly asking for forgiveness. Blade’s heart was not turned.

“You know who gave me these knives? Your father. My grandfather. Ironic, is it not?” Blade grinned. He brought it to the man’s throat.

“Love you.” He brought the knife across. The man’s body slumped down.

Flaming Lip
6th June 2006, 1:59 AM
0-0;;;;;; I think; I think you just thickened the plot to much at one time. But honestly; this was confusing; and some of the description was lacking. Not to mention the lack of realism here. I seriously doubt a team without its leader would be able to get its hands on two of the legendary birds.

It was well written; aside from the afformention lacking in some of the descriptions of pokémon; but you really rushed to a deeper plot in my opinion.

Locomotive Breath. =D

Bulba the Great!
6th June 2006, 2:28 AM
Byzantium, thanks for reading on such short notice. And, you're right, it was a rushed sort of chapter. Some of the plot points aren't meant to come together at this point. You shouldn't know how they captured the Legendary Birds, or some other things. Realism? This is Pokemon! But, I see your point. With the information you have, you can't know yet how they were tamed. But, in my story it can be done. And you'll soon find they have no real need for Skylar anymore.

I'm sorry I didn't do descriptions; I wanted a fast feel to this chapter. If I had spent a paragraph describing Moltres, which is only seen for split-seconds by everyone except Mark, or on Scyther, who's appeared in other chapters, or Forretress and Pelipper, who only appeared briefly, it would slow down the chapter. I'll try to slow it down, though, if need be.

Now, would you have preferred good description over a decent plot?

That's what I thought.

Speaking of which, Destined will soon be drawing to a close. Only expect one or two more chapters. The third and final chapter, which will be very much sequel-ish and is currently unnamed, will be here before you know it.

Question: Were the graphics too violent? I don't want my chapters to become like Motig's fic(no offense).

More reviews!

~Bulby ;001;

Flaming Lip
7th June 2006, 2:35 AM
Byzantium, thanks for reading on such short notice. And, you're right, it was a rushed sort of chapter. Some of the plot points aren't meant to come together at this point. You shouldn't know how they captured the Legendary Birds, or some other things. Realism? This is Pokemon! But, I see your point. With the information you have, you can't know yet how they were tamed. But, in my story it can be done. And you'll soon find they have no real need for Skylar anymore.

I'm sorry I didn't do descriptions; I wanted a fast feel to this chapter. If I had spent a paragraph describing Moltres, which is only seen for split-seconds by everyone except Mark, or on Scyther, who's appeared in other chapters, or Forretress and Pelipper, who only appeared briefly, it would slow down the chapter. I'll try to slow it down, though, if need be.

Now, would you have preferred good description over a decent plot?

That's what I thought.

Speaking of which, Destined will soon be drawing to a close. Only expect one or two more chapters. The third and final chapter, which will be very much sequel-ish and is currently unnamed, will be here before you know it.

Question: Were the graphics too violent? I don't want my chapters to become like Motig's fic(no offense).

More reviews!

~Bulby ;001;


Hmmm... I suppose you do have a point; I am being rather discription centric; though some of the more climatic moments were zoomed through; they should be approached slowly; adds to the drama, d'know?

As for graphic; no, not really. I have a strong stomach though; so...

=P

Bulba the Great!
7th June 2006, 2:48 AM
Hmmm... I suppose you do have a point; I am being rather discription centric; though some of the more climatic moments were zoomed through; they should be approached slowly; adds to the drama, d'know?

As for graphic; no, not really. I have a strong stomach though; so...

=P

See what you mean. I felt it sort of made it better if it were raw. I was afraid if I slowed the deaths down, I would get too melodramatic. And we don't want that! I'll make sure not to speed that much next time.

:P

~Bulby ;001;

Charziken 13
27th June 2006, 6:29 PM
Geez, Bulba. Destined is really evolving(pardon the pun). The dark theme you're sending across is really pulling me into the story.

Seeing Moltres threw me for a loop. I never saw that coming. And it is good that you aren't having Team Skye hold back. They are more like a terrorist group than petty thieves/kiddnappers(standard teams), which is excellent. Diving out of nowhere, carrying people away, just to incinerate them. That, my friend, is evil.

But now, Tracey's siblings are orphans. Man, people just can't be happy in your world, can they?

All in all, I loved this chapter, and am sorry I didn't reply sooner. Just been helping my friend set up his website/forums, and that has been a lot of my free time lately.

And to put this to rest, I was referring to Byzantium's quote, not yours, though I see how that was misinterpreted. My bad.

Bulba the Great!
16th August 2006, 12:08 AM
Hey, guys. Sorry for the looong wait. Charziken, I'll reply to your stuff later. Too tired to do that right now...just finished Chapter Twelve. And it sucks, 'cause I suck at writing satisfying conclusions to climaxes.

Oh, well...enjoy.

Destined-Chapter Twelve

“Tracey! Are you all right?” Logan held his head in her arms as she rushed him away from the pyre Moltres had just created. All the volunteers who had risked their lives to save others were now being rewarded with death. Logan said a silent prayer for them. Tracey, on the other hand, seemed to have lost sanity. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head, and he was uttering a string of complete nonsense.

“Help!” The simple cry seemed to come out of nowhere. Logan shot a wild look around the otherwise deserted street. She then looked directly at the fire. One man was still standing, protected by a sphere of pearl light. The Pokémon exerting the attack, a Medicham, seemed to be tiring out. The man looked desperately at the two. Logan felt tears coming to her eyes. She had led these honest people to their deaths…which this man was merely prolonging.

“Fool! You think you can outlast the flames of Moltres? Nothing stands in the way of us, you hear! Not even our leader, were he here! Our leader held us back! But now…now you can taste the true power of Team Skye!” The Moltres flapped it wings, its flames growing stronger.

“Tracey Morgan! Come on out and meet us head on! At least your father knew what was right for him!” The sneering voice now speaking sounded familiar. Logan remembered…the giant who had attacked her with his Scizor! He had said they were looking for Skylar…but these men had no need for him! A screeching sound came from the right…Logan saw two shapes coming from the horizon…two winged shapes. A shout rose up from above.

“Ahh…our comrades come to greet you, Tracey. Yes, we have tamed all three birds. Congratulate us!” A yell broke out from the flames. The man’s Medicham was losing stability…the bubble was breaking, and flames licked at him. He screamed:

“You will remember this day, Team Skye, for a different reason; the day when the citizens of Celadon prove they are strong!” The bubble burst into an icy blast of wind. The fire paused for a moment…just enough for the man to push his Medicham towards Logan and Tracey. Fire then engulfed him, one last screech escaping from him. The fiery torrent stopped a few seconds later. Where once stood proud and defiant trainers was now a scorched pile of ash, with Poké Balls dotted here and there among them. Logan pulled Tracey closer to her, taking Medicham in her other arm. The two figures continued on course toward Main Street Celadon. Tracey stopped his string of babble abruptly. Logan looked down at him. He made a weak smile.

“If this is the end, Logan…we tried. You tried. My father…” Logan gripped his hand. Tears were sliding down their faces. Logan swallowed.

“I love you, Tracey. We tried. That’s the best we could do for our friends and family. We’ve played our part.”

“Not quite.” The silky voice of Blade startled them. There he was, standing behind them.

“Blade!” Logan spat.

“Get up, both of you! This is no time for sulking. While you still live, there’s some effort to be made, is there not?”

“You want to help us?” Tracey stood on his own, pulling Logan up beside him.

“No. I mean to put an end to the arrogant fools. Will you assist me? If you attempt to stop me, I will by no means spit on your graves. If you help, however…” His eyes glinted fiercely.

“We fight a common enemy for once?” Blade extended his hand. Tracey took it. Blade threw him against the wall. Tracey fell, unconscious.

“Never be so quick to trust. I mean to stop them. He can do no good, however. You, my darling, are strong willed…you can help me.” He put his hand on Logan’s face.

“Help me bring them down. Your friend is too weak to commit a murder…you, however…I see the light in your eyes. You are ruthless. You would do whatever it takes to stop these fools. Don’t deny me…” Logan slapped his hand away from her face.

“Your words are poison.” Blade smirked.

“I see he has weakened your mind already. Do you not see how much power you would gain assisting me?” His words were cut short as a roar rose over them. Moltres dove off the skyscraper, making right for the last living humans.

“Aahh, the infamous Striker joins us as well. Or do you go by a different alibi these days? We hear you have changed specialty in Pokémon since leaving us, Otenchi.” Blade pushed Logan aside and strode towards them. The Moltres glided casually down to the street, perching on a now broken fountain. Logan could make out the three men on its back now. She recognized the two in the back. The rider, however, was new to her. A rebel from the lower rankings of the team, no doubt.

“Do not attempt to stop our might, Otenchi. Do you honestly think anything you can throw at us will stop us?” Blade grinned at this comment.

“You underestimate me, Owen. I have grown much stronger than anyone from Team Skye can hope to become.”

“Try and stop us.” Moltres reared its head back.

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“You what!?!” Phoebe exclaimed. She and Nikki were waiting in the hospital ward for Lady Erika and her assistants to be attended to. Phoebe had a sling around her left arm and Nikki was, as usual, spotless.

“I made it up. I knew Chase was innocent from the start. But did I have a choice, Phoebe? Look at the position I was in! Erika was involved with Blade…he threatened to remove any threats to him in her lineup of girls. What would he have done to you and me if we turned him in, Phoebe? Please, try to understand!” Her deep chocolate eyes pleaded silently to her. Phoebe nodded, giving in. Nikki grinned, kissing Phoebe lightly on the cheek.

“We’ll find a way to get him out soon. But we can’t do anything while Blade still lives on unchecked. It would put many people, including Lady Erika herself, in danger if he found out we snitched on him. I regret doing that to Chase. I’m sorry.” Phoebe stroked her hand.

“It’s all right, Nikki. You did the best you could. We should explain that to Chase, though, shouldn’t we?” Nikki shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Chase is gone.”

“What?”

“Blade rescued him from the jail.”

“What!? Why?”

“To assist in a murder. I do not know how or why…my sight is limited. But Chase is beyond me, now. I don’t know where he is.” Phoebe sighed in relief.

“We know he’s not in jail, then.”

“Not in jail…but possibly exile.” Phoebe gulped, gripping Nikki’s hand.

“Shouldn’t we do something?” Nikki looked distant for a moment, her eyes clouded over. Phoebe waited, knowing she was using her ability. Nikki looked into Phoebe’s eyes. She shook her head.

“No.”

……………………………………………………

Blade laughed. The flames were stopped by an icy breath of wind coming from his cloak. They were pushed back towards Moltres, the attacks finally just dying out.

“What is this devilry?” cried Owen.

“Your eyes are deceived. I told you I have risen in skill.” He lifted his cloak to reveal the dark form of Sneasel underneath it.

“I have many more tricks where that comes from.” Owen lashed out, producing a knife from one of his boots. He threw it at Blade. The boy knocked it away lightly with his long wooden sparring sword.

“This is all you have, Team Skye? You’re weaker than you think. Skylar knew what he was doing. You, however…” Blade fingered his flawless weapon.

“Skylar was the weak one!” Owen yelled in frustration, his face screwed up. One of the men behind him nudged his shoulder. He threw a fit.

“What is it, Aiden!?”

“Be careful what you say, sir. Skylar could be listening.” Owen slapped the man.

“You idiot! Our so-called leader is behind bars, what does it matter?”

“You underestimate many people, Owen,” Blade said quietly.

“Like me!” Skylar’s voice rang out from the right. The two shapes, which Logan had been told were Articuno and Zapdos, were actually a Fearow and Skarmory. The Skarmory now flew up behind Moltres and raked Aiden in the eyes with its talons. He screamed out in pain. The rider on Skarmory’s back, Skylar, coasted the steel bird over to stand beside Blade. He dismounted.

“Owen. I thought you might be the one to revolt.” He sent Skarmory back into the air, to join Fearow in flying circles around Moltres. The Legendary Bird followed them lazily with its eyes. It seemed quite content to rest while its tamers fought verbally.

“Skylar…I didn’t…I mean…”

“Owen, admit it. You seized power while I was gone. I never intended for you to take control like this. I told you to maintain the team’s power if I was taken, not to expand upon it.”

“And why not, when the solution to it seemed so simple? You were a fool to not capture these beast, Skylar, and you know it.” Skylar ran his fingers through his greasy hair. He turned to Logan.

“Ms. Clements…surely you understand I did not mean for this chaos to occur. Allow me to right the wrongs I have made in the past.” Logan was still staring fearfully at him. She pushed herself into the corner Tracey’s limp body was in, next to the paralyzed form of Medicham. Skylar’s eyes glanced quickly into the corner. They widened.

“Tracey? So he was right…” he trailed off, seemingly lost in thought. Owen grew impatient, clearly angered by the loss of attention he was getting.

“Now that you’re free, Skylar, it doesn’t matter anyway. We got you what you wanted…now do what you swore an oath to do, all those years ago.”

“I swore to purge the world of its flaws. But right now, Owen, I see no bigger flaws than you and me. Team Skye is the flaw. Not the government. Not these…poor civilians…” Skylar didn’t seem to know exactly how to handle these emotions coursing through his mind.

“If you do not work with us…we no longer need you as our leader. You know I am competent enough to lead this gang without you. Be gone from our sight.” Skylar stood firm.

“Otenchi…you and I were once part of this team. Together. Can you forgive me for what I did to you?” Blade turned coolly to Skylar.

“You were the creator of Blade…the hardened, power-hungry, revenge-seeking criminal I have become. Can I forgive that?” Skylar nodded.

“I am sorry. But we both seek to stop these men now, do we not?” Blade was silent. Skylar turned to Owen.

“Get off that beast, Owen. You have no rights to its taming.”

“As if. Your reign over us is over, Skylar. Team Skye is no longer your team. We may even change our names without you. Now…however…it is time to right the real wrongs in this world. Moltres…we head to Saffron. We will meet your comrades there.” He glared at Skylar and Blade before digging his heels into Moltres’ neck. The bird screeched and raised its wings. It could not seem to take off, however. A faint blue light surrounded it.

“Skylar is not without allies,” the blue haired man stated. From behind the fountain came a third figure…Chase. Drowzee was behind him, steadily powering its Disable attack.

“Chase!” Logan yelled, relief and puzzlement in her voice. The boy looked over at her and flashed a reassuring smile.

“You can’t have allies! You use people, Skylar. This poor boy doesn’t even realize it! You’re fighting the wrong enemy, boy.” Owen had a mad smile creeping onto his face now.

“Help us. We know whom to fight. Release your hold on us.” Chase shook his head in disgust.

“I do know who to fight. And Drowzee isn’t releasing anytime soon.” He folded his arms. Owen screamed in agony.

“Do I have to remove you myself?” He hurled another knife at Chase. It was caught deftly by his Sceptile, breaking away from the shadowy overhang of the building behind him.

“I see where your fine swordsmanship comes from, Blade!” He yelled sarcastically. Blade chose to ignore him.

“This is the end for your reign, Owen. Now get off the creature, you have no right to be harnessing its abilities.” Owen scoffed.

“This is no different than using that Sneasel. Or that Fearow up there. Or,” he smirked, “The Medicham huddled like the coward it is over there.” Skylar hesitated. It was enough time for Owen to kick Moltres and tug its bridle. The bird cried out and lashed against the Disable attack. Drowzee suddenly fell next to Chase. The blue glow disappeared and Moltres took off. Owen laughed. Skarmory dove towards Moltres, Fearow backing it up. Moltres sent a lazy tongue of flame at them, causing both to plummet towards the ground instead.

“You’ll be glad I spared you for a couple of hours before we return for you. Have fun with the very short time you have!” The Team rose slightly higher before taking off towards Saffron.

“It may be longer than you think!” cried Blade. He hurled a knife at Moltres. It swerved out of the way easily, running headlong into Scyther’s arm. Scyther slashed at it, knocking Moltres into the path of Sneasel. The small weasel slashed at Owen’s face, creating two brilliant scarlet gashes running from his nose to his left ear. The man screamed in pain, grabbing instinctively at his face. Moltres chose this moment to flare its wings and throw back its head. Owen, not holding to the reigns, fell from his seat. His body fell the twelve or so stories to the ground, landing in the large fountain he had just been perching on. Moltres, furious now, was proving difficult to control by the remaining riders. Aiden, who appeared to be the more levelheaded one, raised a tranquilizer gun to Moltres’ head at point-blank range. Skylar shouted out, and Logan screamed.

“You fool! If you shoot it up there, you’ll all die!” Aiden refused to listen. He pressed the trigger. Moltres cried out, its eyes widening, before going limp. It turned gracefully in midair, its wings folding and its cruel red beak pointing down. Their fall began. Logan, Skylar, and Blade ran to take cover. Chase stayed behind.

“Chase, what’re you doing?” Logan screamed. He ran to Drowzee’s body and placed it in Sceptile’s arms. Sceptile took its bundle and sped to the overhang where Tracey’s body lay.

“I have to save Owen!” Chase yelled. He ran to the fountain. Skylar looked for a moment at Blade, before turning and running out with Chase.

“It may be too late for Owen, Chase!” he shouted. Logan looked up. Moltres was picking up speed now, falling faster. Aiden and the thickset man were screaming, hitting each other and Moltres. A shadow appeared overhead.

“Will!” Chase shouted. As if on cue, Tracey’s distant cousin soared overhead, riding his partner Lugia. He saluted Skylar and Chase, patting Lugia on the back with his other hand. The Pokémon extended its long, talon-like feet outwards, gripping Moltres by the neck. For a split-second it looked as if Moltres would pull Will down with the other two men to the ground. Lugia spread its wings out and slowed the descent immediately. Logan grinned. Blade, however, seemed disgusted.

“The fool. Now they’ll be sent to jail, and escape within a week. All members of Team Skye have been trained to escape from jail.” Logan turned to him, confused.

“Then…why didn’t Skylar escape in all that time?” Blade snorted.

“He found sanctuary in there. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but it was better being locked away from all the pitchfork-wielding citizens. The coward.” Blade turned away, scolding Sneasel for missing Owen’s eyes. Logan turned her eyes back to Lugia, who was just setting Moltres on the ground. Aiden appeared to have fallen unconscious, and the thickset man put up no fight when Will clapped handcuffs on his wrists. After doing the same, he turned to Skylar.

“You know I have to turn you in, Skylar.” The man nodded solemnly.

“To think the day would come when I was clapping my brother-in-law in chains.” Chase did a double take.

“My Beatrice…is…was…his sister.” Skylar spoke softly now, already holding his wrists out.

“Wait!” Logan yelled. She ran up next to Will.

“Will, sir, please don’t send him to jail again!” Will turned sadly to her.

“He won’t go to jail. He’s set to be hung after this recent…flare up from his team.” He turned to Skylar, who seemed to have expected the worst. Will scanned the surrounding buildings.

“Where’s Blade? I heard he was skulking around here, too.” Logan and Chase instinctively looked to the awning where he had been, but Blade was gone.

“He’ll never be captured…” Logan whispered. Will turned his eyes to Owen’s body, lying motionless in the fountain.

“I think he’s drowned…” Chase said slowly.

Just then, Tracey opened his eyes.

……………………………………………………………

“Sounds wild. God…I’m not sorry I missed all that.” Tracey was sitting in the now deserted Main Street of Celadon with Logan, Chase, and Will. Moltres had been taken under intensive care at the Cinnibar Hospital, and Medicham, Drowzee, Fearow, and Skarmory had been sent to the emergency room in the Celadon Pokémon Center. Articuno and Zapdos had been calmed by Drake and Lance of the Elite Four, their tamers either giving themselves in or, in one brutal case, committing suicide. Will had assured that Aiden and the other men were safely put in extra-security cells and Owen was given a burial ground in the prison cemetary.

“Blade escaped…again.” Tracey groaned.

“I didn’t think he’d be caught. Where’s Skylar?” Logan looked at him with a smirk.

“I convinced Officer Jenny to let him have a second trial. With me, you, and Chase as primary defendants for him.” Tracey sat up, eyes wide.

“Why?”

“You should have seen him, Tracey, when I helped him escape,” Chase said. “He immediately asked about you when I told him who I was. He’s sorry for what he did, and he’s willing to change his ways.”

“And he did his best to stop his teammates, Tracey. Give the man a chance, right?”

“But he…I was…” Logan looked at him pleadingly.

“Oh…fine.” Will stood up.

“I have to go. There is much that needs to be sorted out with the government. This has created the small straw needed to cause an uproar. You aren’t seeing it yet…give half an hour and this city will be swarmed by angry and scared people.”

“Thank you, Will.” Tracey stood up.

“It was nice to see you again.” The two shook hands. Will kissed Logan’s hand and saluted Chase again before climbing onto Lugia and flying towards the Saffron Mountains, where the ‘secret meeting’ was to take place.

“So…sleep, anyone?” Chase yawned.

“Where do we go? After all this, who would be willing to take trainers in?” Logan sighed.

“Looks like camping it is. Although…” she looked at the wrecked buildings.

“Shouldn’t we stick around and help?” Tracey nodded.

“Let’s go and book a room in the Center. The Hotel will be flooded, but I wanna be close to the Pokémon while they recover.”

And so, the three stood and took one final look at the surrounding rubbish. Tracey caught a glimmer of red in the corner of his eye. Running over to the fountain, he bent down and pried the Poké Ball out from a small crevice at the base.

“My father’s last monument…” he whispered, looking at the name engraved on the bottom. He kissed it, looking up at the fountain’s head.

“I have to find what happened to my mother before anything else. You guys go ahead…” He felt Chase’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around, tears glassing in his eyes. Chase smiled sadly, patting Tracey on the back. Logan walked slowly to the two of them, grabbing their shoulders into a tight embrace. Blade looked down at them silently from the broken rooftop of the Celadon Restaurant. He breathed heavily, looking at the darkening sky.

“Skylar will not last the night.”

Charziken 13
16th August 2006, 3:24 AM
Okay, I'll start this with my one criticism, then focus on the positve: You were right. It was a bit anticlimactic.

Aside from that, I really did like this chapter. The battle was impressive, and like I said before, you captured Team Skye's, for lack of a better word, evil very well. Brutal, and unforgiving, not petty thieves and kidnappers. The portrayal of the desperate plight of the trainers was stirring, too. I don't normally get emotional at this sort of thing, but that was powerful. That, and Tracey finding out about his parents. That's just a horrible thing, don't you agree?

All in all, I really liked this chapter, and am anxiously awaiting the next.

Oh, and one more thing: When do we freaking find out how Tracey came back to life?

Flaming Lip
16th August 2006, 5:36 AM
The more I read this fic, the more I get convinced that Blade is an annoying little prick. I bet he is. :P

Anyway, I actually didn't find it so anti-climatic, I felt that any more drama would be a bit too much. Though I gotta say, did Will and Skylar choreograph this chapter or sumthing? They seemed to pop up at just the right time.

Anyway, good chapter, and for once it wasn't a terrible cliff hanger, however I'm literally itching to know how Tracey came back to life. Or how you came up with a way to contradict those silly little epilouge thing you did at the end of One of the Many:

"And Chuck Norris grew up to be Chuck Norris, till he stopped being Chuck Norris, in which he case he was no longer Chuck Norris, just Chuck."

I'm sure you have the answers, or do we need another sequel to find out? :P

Oh and by the way; this chapter took a damn while to come ya know >:/ Its like all purple now. Icky. ><;;;[/Terrible inside joke]

Bulba the Great!
22nd October 2006, 1:21 AM
Hey, wow, it's been two months already? Sad to say I'm only on the fifth page of Chapter Thirteen, which may turn out to be the last chapter of Destined. I hope to go out with a bang...y'know, two reviewers, bad writing, cliches...the whole lot. And, I hate High School. Two months in and I'm a wreck.

Well...I have some shipping fodder to provide. I present the edited version of Chase and Kira's breakup, to provide some more "insight" on their relationship...if you can't remember, Kira was Chase's shallow girlfriend in Chapter One. She makes a brief cameo in Chappy Thirteen, so now's as good a time as ever to add this in as a sort of..."hold on while Bulbs squeezes out another seven pages."

Here.

Chase strolled into Celadon’s finest restaurant, The Finest Restaurant in Celadon. He was now wearing a black suit, which made him look very mature. As he normally didn’t look it, he felt he should at least try to impress Kira tonight. He asked a passing waiter which table was reserved for him. After a moment, realizing it was the janitor, Chase hurried over to the manager’s desk. However, he spotted Kira on the way over. He waved, and she flashed a spotless smile. He slid into the booth.

“How’s it going, Kira?” He asked, putting his arm around her. She was looking particularly attractive tonight. Her beautiful red hair was pulled in an elegant bun, and she was wearing a sleeveless scarlet shirt, a gold necklace around her graceful neck. Her deep brown eyes latched onto her boyfriend’s immediately.

“Chase, I have to tell you something,” she said tentatively.

“Sure, right after dinner.”

“Chase, it can’t wait. See, there’s this guy…”

“What, did he say you looked stunning? Beautiful? Radiant? Those aren’t opinionated, Kira; they’re true.”

“No. See, he’s really cute. And, he doesn’t pressure me as much as you do. I feel comfortable with him. He asked me out yesterday…’cause I didn’t really tell him we were…you know…”

“You didn’t accept, did you?” Chase’s eyes widened when Kira answered.

“I’m really, really sorry Chase.”

“No…you can’t be…I thought…”

“Chase?”

“Kira, what’s the matter with you? Don’t you know commitment when you see it? I devoted my life to you! How can you turn me down for some punk-rocking jerk?”

“Chase…”

“Okay, so I don’t know he plays the guitar, but still! I loved you…I still do,” he added softly. She stroked his hand.

“Chase, I’m not saying I hate you or anything. But you and me don’t really…fit. I mean, you deserve someone who fulfills you more, makes you happier.” Chase looked up at her in disgust.

“You made me happy, Kira. But you know what else? You tore me and fit me together, time after time. You know what I think it is? You have no commitment.” He was starting to get an edge to his tone.

“You liked me on and off for a couple of months, you’d like me for a week and then it was another guy…and then me…”

“Chase, I’m fourteen! I don’t need to have a sense of commitment!” Chase pointed to his suit.

“Look at this! I would never have worn this for someone I wasn’t committed to. I cut my hair for you! I did things for you that you wouldn’t even think of doing. Know why? I can commit.” Kira’s eyes grew glassy from water.

“I’m sorry, Chase. I’m just a shallow teenage girl, you can say it to my face. I don’t know how I feel about you anymore…so just…”

“I’ll see you around, Kira.” He stood up and stormed out of the restaurant. Kira was left, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Like I said, not much.

Gotta go. Be back in another three months or so:P

Cheers!
~Bulbs ;001;

Bulba the Great!
27th October 2006, 9:18 PM
Yeah...so, it's depressing how far this thread had dwindled...this is post one hundred, the thirteenth chapter. That means a grand total of about seven posts between chapters, and half of those are mine. So, I get about an average of three reviews per chapter. Nice.

Anyway, Chappy Thirteen is done. Rather suiting, as Halloween is approaching. I hope FL appreciates this chapter...I kept the "annoying prick" out of it.

Oh, and you will have to wait for the next sequel to find out Tracey's story. Sorry:P

Maybe I'll start replying to you reviews, eventually.

Oh, and here's a picture of the girl I based Nikki off of. If you're interested. I swear my head was originally there.

This is her. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/Gimli92/Paint%20Stuff/DreamChris.jpg)

Oh, and the chapter of course...

Destined-Chapter Thirteen

“Logan?” Tracey’s voice resounded clearly in Logan Clements’ head. She opened her eyes slowly. He was standing beside her bed, already dressed for the day. She smiled as her eyes found Chase still snoring peacefully in the bunk across from hers, his blanket held tightly in his fists.

“What time is it?” she mumbled, half to herself.

“Four thirty.” She groaned.

“Why are we waking up so early, again?” Tracey bent down closer to her.

“I dunno what’s happening, but Nurse Joy warned me that there was a mob of angry citizens gathering in the streets. There’s talk of hanging. And I think I know who.” Logan’s eyes widened.

“But Skylar will be safe, right?” Tracey remained silent for a moment.

“I wanna go see what’s going on. You don’t have to come…just letting you know…” Logan snorted.

“Of course I’m coming. And you can wake Chase up, too, because he’s not allowed to sleep later than we do.” Tracey smiled, the small, gentle smile that didn’t really reach his eyes, the one that he’d been using since the events of the day before.

“I’m gonna go check on the Pokémon. Be in the lobby by quarter of, all right? I don’t know how much longer this crowd will wait before they set off.” Logan nodded, waiting until he shut the door before jumping out of bed.

………………………………………………

“Skylar Mortenson, are you prepared to confess your sins?” The Celadon Priest Charles Elmhurst, known for his eccentric preaching against “Pokémon taming”, was now facing the former leader of Team Skye. While the man was trying hard to retain his dignity, he couldn’t avoid sneering involuntarily as he stared at his victim. Skylar was standing stiffly on top of the stool that was currently preventing his neck from snapping against the rope around it. His eyes were closed, his face set. The mob laughed cruelly, pulling and ripping bits of his clothing off, throwing it savagely at him. Others were taunting him verbally.

Logan, Tracey, and Chase stared in wide-mouthed shock at this spectacle. The crowd was larger than they expected, the horror very real. Skylar was underneath a large oak tree, the noose hanging down from the branches ominously. The mob had done all they could to humiliate him. They had shaved all of his hair off, including eyebrows and goatee. To replace the lack of hair was now a crude ink drawing of a Hitler-esque moustache. They were listening to the City’s Priest preach sermons of sin and death, and they had even brought together a small band, which was playing oddly happy music for the event. Officer Jenny was attempting to break her way through the mob on the opposite side.

“This man is to go to court before any irrational killings occur!” she yelled, before being kicked over by a large, thuggish looking man. The crowd was clearly out of control.

“Skylar! We’re here!” Tracey shouted. The crowd immediately silenced. One man, who had been holding a sign boasting a crude drawing Tracey being stabbed violently by Skylar, looked in amazement back and forth between the two. Skylar opened his eyes. His voice came out, thin and raspy.

“Tracey…I am sorry. Forgive me…” Tracey shook his head.

“It’s all right! We’re going to save you!” He plunged his way into the still frozen crowd. They automatically broke their trance, pushing him back and keeping him away.

“Stay back, Tracey Morgan. You don’t know who you’re dealing with!” The Priest pulled his foot back, ready to kick the stool out from under Skylar’s stiff body. Chase cried out.

“Tracey! You won’t get there in time!”

“There’s no helping it, Tracey…they won’t let you through.” Skylar spoke this last sentence before his eyes widened in shock. The stool was gone. The three companions watched in silent despair as Skylar’s body jerked once, before becoming completely still. A massive cry rang out from the crowd. They surged forward, pulling the body from the tree. Logan couldn’t watch anymore. She ran, tears streaming down her cheeks, with no clear direction in mind. Tracey followed, a look of mixed fury and disgust on his face. Chase remained, however, almost in a trance. He had never seen such reckless, one-sided hatred before. It made him sick.

……………………………………………

“They found my mother’s body a mile outside the city…” Tracey muttered, entering the room the friends were staying in. Logan looked up, her cheeks stained with dry tears. She gasped as she took it in.

“Then she’s…?”

“Dead. Little more than a corpse. Her body was burnt to a crisp. Clearly Moltres’ doing.” His voice was hollow, emotionless. Logan had seen this before. Her face twitched, before tears fell with greater passion than ever down her face. She tackled Tracey, pulling him to the bed. The two sat, just holding each other for what seemed like an eternity before Chase entered. He glanced at the two.

“Guys, I’m sad about Skylar, too, but really…” Tracey looked up, shaking his head but unable to articulate words.

“What?”

“Chase, Tracey’s mother is dead, too. Killed by Moltres.” Chase looked at the two, dumbfounded.

“You mean…I…wow.” He stood awkwardly in front of them, before putting his hand on Tracey’s shoulder.

“You can always move in with me after we’re done this whole journey, Tracey…you’d be welcome in my household.” Tracey nodded, thankful but reminded of a new complication. He gripped Logan’s hand.

“My siblings…what’ll we do? Where are they?” Logan stood up.

“We need to track them down.”

“How?”

“We’ll make phone calls. We’ve got to find them.”

……………………………………………

“Tracey…this is…awful…” Tracey had finally explained his whole story to Uncle John, from his own death, through his journeys since then, to his parents’ death.

“So now…I need to figure out who has the kids.”

“Oh…I do, Tracey. I’m probably the last living person to have spoken to your mother, then…wow. Anyway, I have the kids. They’re here. I dunno…I’m not sure how Suzanne will handle this news. She’s not accustomed to children in the house.”

“Okay. Right. I…um…I’ll think of something.”

“Tracey…” John began, before the screen abruptly switched off. Tracey stood up glumly, his shoulders drooping.

“What do we do now? I think I’m going to need to postpone this whole journey, guys. I don’t exactly think I can collect badges in good conscience now that Sammy and Courtney are orphaned without me. I need to be with them.” He looked imploringly at the two for answers, anything. Chase sighed.

“Tracey, I’m going wherever you go. To think…I haven’t even known you guys for a month, yet you’re the closest to family I’ve had in five years, since I left home. I’m not letting you get away.” Logan had her back turned.

“It’s really over.” Tracey put his hand on her shoulder.

“Logan, it doesn’t have to stop for you. You can keep going without me.” Logan turned her head sharply, her eyes narrowed.

“You honestly expect me to leave you like this, Tracey? Without parents? Without friends?”

“Right. Guys…I don’t know what to say. Do you know how close to a soap opera my life is getting? I’m glad you guys are able to put up with me. But I really can’t force you to stop traveling for me.” There was silence for a moment.

“Let me think about it.” Tracey walked out of the room. Chase looked over to Logan.

“Does he get like this often?”

“Chase, he just lost his parents. How’s he supposed to act?” Chase shrugged.

“I think I’m gonna make a call.” He walked over to the videophone and punched numbers in.

“Who’re you calling?”

“My family.”

………………………………………………

Nearly a week had passed since Skylar’s lynching, and the friends had still not made any definite plans. There had been a small ceremony for Skylar before his body was cremated carelessly. Tracey had been to his Uncle’s twice and was slowly recovering, occasionally laughing now. Chase and Logan had been to the Celadon Gym to see Phoebe and Nikki, and Chase had dragged Logan to meet Kira. That had turned out nicer than expected. Kira had broken up with her other boyfriend, and there had been subtle flirting between the two. Chase had even kissed her goodbye. Tracey walked into the hotel room the friends were staying in with an exhausted grin.

“Uncle Steve will take them.” He had just gone through nearly all of his relatives, trying to find a home for his siblings.

“That’s great! So…we’re still on for traveling.” Tracey looked down.

“I guess. I still feel kinda guilty…”

“Take all the time you need to recover, Tracey. We don’t need to move yet.”

“Nope. I may want to stay here a while, anyway.” Tracey looked over at Chase.

“Why?”

“I’ve patched things up with Kira. I think we may end up going out again.” Tracey remained emotionless.

“Isn’t that great, Tracey?” Logan prompted.

“Sure. Good for you, Chase. Spread the love and stuff. I, uh…I need to see my siblings.” He walked out again without having even sat down.

………………………………………………

“So now he’s got a family and a beautiful girl behind him…but at least I’ve got you guys, right?” Tracey was sitting outside the Celadon Gym, his back against the wall, Bulby cradled in his lap. Rikelec was laying on Tracey’s right side with Skar roosting on his back. Skar crooned sympathetically.

“Hey, you know what, Skar? We need to find your mother. Now that Skylar’s gone…what happened to his Pokémon? At least we know you have a living parent…” He trailed off. What happened to a Pokémon’s parent once its child was caught? Or vice versa? He looked sadly at Bulby and Rikelec. Had they even known their parents?

“You know…I never thought I could miss them this much. I mean…it’s not like I would’ve seen them that much, anyway. I was off on a journey for the past two months…they didn’t even realize I was alive for a while…” Bulby rubbed his head into Tracey’s chest. He smiled slightly, rubbing his starter on the head. Rikelec’s head suddenly snapped up.

“What’s the matter, Rikelec?” The Manectric barked, jumping to its feet. There was a rustle in the bushes.

“Hello?” Tracey called out. There was a stifled yowl from the brush, and one bush went up in flames. There was a flash of blue.

“Show yourself!” A Quilava crawled out from the underbrush meekly. Its back seemed to be on fire.

“Is that natural?” Tracey wondered aloud. He then remembered that the Charmander line sported flaming tails. He assumed this was the same for the Cyndaquil family.

“Quilava…?” Tracey looked at the Pokémon, which was now standing as still as a Stantler in headlights, looking testily at the boy.

“Should I maybe…I haven’t caught anything in a while.” Tracey looked with pity at the rodent like creature. Had it known its parents?

“Do you need a home, little guy?” The Quilava reacted to this, its eyes narrowing slightly and the flames growing larger.

“Little…girl? Are you a female?” The Pokémon nodded.

“Ahh…would you consider traveling with us?” The Pokémon nodded, before spitting a weak flame at Rikelec, who was ironically twice its size.

“You want to battle Rikelec?” Quilava nodded. Tracey sighed. He nudged Bulby out of his lap and stood up, sizing up the blue-and-goldenrod colored opponent.

“Right. So, Rikelec, let’s see what she’s made of first. Agility!” Rikelec leaned back before sprinting off, running quick circles around Quilava. The Pokémon narrowed its eyes, staring in all directions. It suddenly shot a brilliant shower of golden sparks at one spot. The aqua blur that was Rikelec suddenly vanished as the Manectric fell over. It jumped back up at once.

“A Swift attack? Alright…Rikelec, be careful! Swift always hits the opponent. Let’s try head-on combat. Spark!” Rikelec’s fur bristled, and the lion-like Pokémon sizzled with electrical sparks. It launched itself straight at Quilava. The Pokémon was hit directly. It moved back a foot or so, taking most of the blow. It let out a small, cat-like hiss, which seemed to be its way of expressing agitation. A small, heated wind of embers emerged from its mouth, concentrating on Rikelec. The quadruped was hit chest-on, falling over weakly. It got back up, still eager to fight.

“Rikelec, Bite!” Tracey hoped to get the fight more physical, as he was accustomed to taking advantage of Rikelec’s Static ability. Quilava flared up its back in warning, causing Rikelec to jump back.

“It’s no good! Rikelec, Charge!” The Manectric growled, closing its eyes and sparking, conducting electrical current from the air around it into its body. Quilava didn’t like waiting. It spit a stream of smoke toward the trainer and Pokémon.

“Smokescreen!” Tracey wasn’t too upset, as the attack didn’t damage and would clear away eventually. He was therefore surprised to hear Rikelec yelping in pain a moment later.

“What?” He whipped out his Pokédex, which he had barely ever used before.

“What is that attack?” he asked aloud.

“Smoke Erupt. Base power, Eighty. May cause burn. Learnable by Magmar, Cyndaquil, Quilava, Typhlosion…” Tracey shut the electronic device. He had never heard of the attack before.

“Rikelec?” The smoke cleared. Rikelec was standing very still, his fur on end. He sneered at Quilava, sending a jolt of electricity at it. The Manectric proceeded to keel over, knocked out in this final effort.

“Rikelec!” The Quilava was panting heavily. Tracey made a quick decision, pulling out a Poké Ball. Quilava tensed, waiting for the contact. It never came. Tracey returned his Pokémon to safety.

“Quilava…I’m sorry. I can’t catch you on good conscience. You won, fair and square. You deserve better.” He turned his back on it, walking back to Bulby and Skar. He pet the two gently, then proceeded to return them as well. He walked slowly toward the main entrance of the gym. Quilava cried out. Tracey turned around, expecting to meet its hard stare. He found the Pokémon standing right behind him, looking imploringly at him with its large almond eyes.

“You want to come?” The Quilava nodded.

“Okay…here…” He pulled out a Great Ball. Quilava pushed the button in the center of the ball, causing the capture device to release. A beam of scarlet light shot out, enveloping the creature.

…………………………………………

“Logan…you wanna challenge Erika again?” Logan looked up sharply.

“What? Tracey…I didn’t think you wanted to get back into the training again for a while.”

“True. But…I just caught a Quilava. I thought I could try my luck.” Chase smiled to himself.

“What?”

“My gym battle with Flannery over in the Hoenn region was with a Typhlosion. My Grovyle still managed to beat it down. I wouldn’t count on the Fire’s advantage over Grass, Tracey. That’s not all that factors a battle. Especially because you just caught it. I’d at least train first.” Chase suddenly swore loudly.

“What?”

“I just realized! In all the excitement these past days, I haven’t trained in ages! Why don’t we all go train in the forest?”

“I don’t like that place,” Logan said with a shiver. “That’s where we met Blade.” They all looked to each other.

“How’s the mountains, then?”

“Much better.” They prepared to leave.

………………………………………..

Tracey and Logan were pitting Squirtle and Beedrill against Quilava and Skar. Tracey had taken to trying to train Skar to battle, despite the small handicap of its blindness. It now had heightened its senses of hearing and could almost feel the Pokémon around it. Chase was training Drowzee to overcome its disadvantage to Absol’s Dark type. There was a crunching sound behind them. Tracey was the only to notice. He turned, and then gasped involuntarily. Standing in plain sight was a person he had never even thought about in the past few weeks. Sandy, spiky hair, dark gray eyes, an unpleasant smirk. Vincent had now donned a crimson cape, making him seem even more cocky than normal.

“Tracey Morgan. Long time, no see.”

“Vincent…?” The boy nodded.

“Why were you looking for me?” Logan walked up behind Tracey. She seemed to have a bad feel for this youth.

“Logan Clements…what an honor. And Chase Tang? Who could guess you two would be privileged enough to travel with him?”

“Who are you?” Chase asked, returning his Pokémon cautiously.

“Vincent Miller. How nice to be in your presence.” He bowed, almost sincerely. There was a mocking glimmer in his eye.

“He was the first trainer I ever battled,” Tracey explained.

“Exactly why I’m here, Tracey Morgan. Do you want a battle?”

“I’m not quite sure…how many badges?” Vincent displayed the seven badges pinned onto the underside of his cape.

“I only have the first two…” Tracey fingered his Boulder and Cascade badges in his badge case.

“Two? What have you been doing, sleeping?”

“No…I’ve been a bit preoccupied…”

“So I’ve heard. Well, then…how about a more even match-up…Chase?” Chase grimaced.

“All right. Fine.”

“Full battle? Six-on-six.” Chase hesitated.

“Let’s make it official. We’ll have it on the Pokémon Center field…where I battled Will.”

“Ah, yes, your first and last Elite battle. I saw it on TV. Very impressive.” Vincent still seemed to be talking with a jarringly pleasant mood. Tracey and Logan shared a look.

“Fine. Right. Umm…meet you there in fifteen minutes?” Vincent bowed again.

“My pleasure.” He smirked again, and shocked all of them when a Charizard leapt from behind the rocks and picked him up. The two flew rapidly toward the city. Chase turned sheepishly to Logan and Tracey.

“What do we do?”

“You got yourself into this. You can beat him, Chase, he’s speaking a load of fresh air…you’ve won the Battle Frontier, for heaven’s sake.

“True…”

“You might want to switch some Pokémon around, though.”

“Right.”

…………………………………..

Chase had assembled his all-star team, just to impress Vincent. Sceptile, Pidgeot, Piloswine, Crawdaunt, Torkoal, and Mawile. He had no idea what his opponent would use, so he just went to his default Battle Frontier team.

“This will be a full, six-on-six battle between Chase Tang and Vincent Miller. The contestants have agreed on timed matches. Five minutes for each round. Let the battle begin!

“Torkoal, let’s go!” Chase yelled. He released Torkoal, his best Pokémon for biding time.

“Kingdra, you’re up!” Vincent held up a Dive Ball, throwing it and releasing the large, regal form of Kingdra. The two Pokémon faced each other at the center of the field. Torkoal, a small tank of a turtle with Halloween colorings, and Kingdra, the cerulean sea dragon seen commonly on powerful teams. The referee raised his flags.

“The battle will commence!” Tracey turned to Logan in the stands.

“This should be a nice battle.” Logan looked strangely at him.

“What?” She continued staring until he felt guilty for no reason.

“Tracey, your parents have passed away…what happened to grieving their loss?”

“What!” This remark had been pulled out of nowhere. “I have too! Maybe the endless hours I spend wondering why I survived a death encounter and not them isn’t enough for you? The hours I’ve spent mourning their loss with my Pokémon? Losing sleep for the past week for it? I think not! Just because you don’t see me doing it every waking moment doesn’t mean I don’t! Do you want me to become an emotionless depressed zombie? I need to do stuff to keep my mind off of it!”

“Tracey…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Of course you didn’t. Just…just watch the battle.”

“And Kingdra defeats Torkoal without using a single water attack! Impressive for this newcomer. Vincent wins the first round” Chase returned Torkoal to his Poké Ball, stunned. Torkoal had been his first and only fire type through all Hoenn. He had used it to defeat three Frontier Brains single handedly. How could this Volcano Badge-rank trainer have defeated it?

“Return, Kingdra.” Vincent smirked at Chase.

“Having fun?” Chase clenched his jaw, choosing not to answer.

“Go, Forretress!” The bagworm Pokémon was released in a shower of violent yellow sparks. It spun onto the field with a Rapid Spin, landing dead center. It’s light purple shell was clamped shut, hiding its large eyes.

“For!” it cried in a muffled voice.

“Forretress…right. Um, go Piloswine!” He released his faithful Ground/Ice type, the mammoth pounding the ground hard, its camel-like fur pouring over its face. Its pug nose and tusks were visible, though, and deadly looking.

“A Ground type…right, Forretress, Electrolevitate!”

“What?” Chase had never heard that attack used before.

“An Electric-Type move that allows the user’s Ability to change to Levitate,” Vincent recited the Pokédex entry by heart.

“That prevents the Ground type attacks from working on it…” Chase gritted his teeth.

“This guy knows his stuff.” His opponent grinned.

Flaming Lip
27th October 2006, 11:39 PM
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Okay, a chapter that unfocused, that messy, that clunky, could been either really really good, or confusing. In this case, it is confusing.

You jump through so many things, and introduce so many concepts (The motherless pokémon thing), and so many stages, that it just seems like you tried to cover to much ground in one breath. I'm sorry to say, but after the recent climaxes, this was the weakest chapter thus far in this story.

Just remember, jumping around a lot can be effective, if appopriate for the mood. Instead, we're left with a half-hearted cliff-hanger and to much information.

This is really disapointing; I know you can do much better.

Bulba the Great!
28th October 2006, 4:02 AM
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God.

I'm sorry.

I thought I was helping the climax calm down a bit...give some character development...

But no...I guess I blew it.

Maybe I'll delete the chapter and start from scratch.

I've never gotten such outright negative criticism before. It must be awful...see, I couldn't see that. I thought it was a nice chapter.

Oh, and the "motherless Pokemon thing" was the ramblings of a motherless trainer. I wasn't trying to start a key plot point or anything.

Charziken 13
23rd November 2006, 1:49 AM
Sorry for not getting around to this for a while, Bulba. Serious comp troubles.

Anyway, I'm gonna have to side a bit with Flaming Lip here, though not completely. True, I was confused as well, as you would have an instance of, say, TRacey saying something with nothing to identify that other than counting lines, then in the same line, Chase would do something. I got confused as to who was talking. THat's my only major gripe, though.

It was a bit rushed, yeah. Maybe this would have been better off as two short chapters, you know? Maybe clear things up a bit, slow it down. Draw out the details of the beginning to say, when the decide to go train. Cut it there, then spend the next chapter on the Quilava catch, and encompass more, if not all of the Chase/Vincent battle. Add details, but not overly so.

The pacing was the thorn in my side here, aside from the confusion. But I do like the thoughts of Tracey about mother/childless Pokemon. It's an interesting concept, and I enjoyed reading that part of the chapter. It made me think. Something else along those lines was the preacher's favorite subject of debate; that is, he's against Pokemon taming. Man, wouldn't that set the world on its side? Nice touch. The mob was well described, as well. Good emotion there, I thought.


Well, that's about all I've got to say. I liked the ideas here, but the presentation wasn't quite up to scratch. All in all, though, good, just needs a bit of work. Don't let it get you down; just roll with it, and you'll be fine.

Bulba the Great!
24th March 2007, 11:45 PM
Okay...so last post was...four months ago? I believe I've reached an all-time low...but never fear! Destined has finally been concluded...in a rather anti-climactic chapter. Yes, Destined has reached its end, and my next fic will be soon starting. I'm gonna call it "Mortality" and it will contain the same cast as Destined. More on that later. Tell what you think of this last installment...which is rather a trailer for the next one, kinda. Please don't murder me.

So sorry this took so long...high school's tough.

Destined-Chapter Fourteen

“Sceptile, Dragon Claw!” Chase stared frantically at the clock. There were two minutes left in the round between his Sceptile and his opponent’s Charizard. He couldn’t believe the skill output by Vincent. This was not an ordinary trainer. They had narrowed down to their first Pokémon each, Sceptile versus Charizard. The clock was now ticking down rapidly, and Chase was trying to back himself out of the corner he was in. Sceptile’s arm glowed a deep gold, and spirals of fire ran down them. He ran at Charizard, who fluttered lazily into the air to avoid it. Every attack thrown at him had been like this, and Chase regretted having lost Pidgeot earlier. Airborne Pokémon were not fun.

“Sceptile, jump up in the air! Try to land a Slam on him!” Vincent was somehow keeping a cool head through all this.

“Charizard, Iron Tail!” Sceptile had leapt into the air and was now flipping around so its tail aligned with Charizard, whose tail was now glowing a steely gray. The two tails collided, and both Pokémon went spiraling through the air, Charizard recalibrating itself and soaring above the battlefield. Sceptile plummeted to the ground.

“Sceptile, Bullet Seed at the ground! Slow the collision!” Chase couldn’t figure out how this young man across from him had become so good. He had never met a more even match-up in his life. Sceptile obeyed its trainer. Charizard landed on the ground opposite, and the two Pokémon faced off. The two trainers yelled the next attacks simultaneously.

“Headbutt!”

“Leaf Blade!”

Charizard lowered its head and lifted slightly off the ground, so that it was flying in a straight line at Sceptile. Chase had noticed before that Vincent was refraining from using fire attacks against Sceptile, and it was starting to madden him. Sceptile slashed through Charizard’s neck with the brilliant jade blades on its arm as soon as its opponent was in range. Charizard roared in frustrated pain and pulled up, lashing out at Sceptile with its tail.

“Charizard, Dragonbreath!” Chase was glad to see that at least Vincent was sweating. The timer had just passed the two minute point.

“Detect!” Sceptile threw up its arms, creating a hazy cerulean bubble in front of himself. The jet of putrid green bounced harmlessly off. Sceptile grinned its old, cocky smile of self-satisfaction. Chase tried not to think about the inevitable end of the battle. He always felt himself more alive in-battle than out.

“With less than two minutes to go, the two powerhouse trainers Chase Tang and Vincent Miller show outstanding performance in battle. The outcome is still hazy...” The unnecessary commentator chimed this helpful comment in-between what Chase thought of as the final stretch.

“Sceptile, Quick Attack!” Sceptile sped toward the dragon at Vincent’s end of the battlefield.

“Charizard, counter that!” Charizard bowed its head at Charizard and flew right back. The two collided with an unpleasant cracking sound, and fell to the field. Both lay unmoving for a short time, maybe ten seconds. It felt like ten minutes to Chase. He licked his lips nervously, waiting to see if the referee would call. But Charizard lifted its head and blew a smoke ring, climbing to its knees. Its eyes burned a bright gold color, and its tail flame was enormous. Chase could feel the heat from his side of the battlefield. Sceptile coughed, also standing up. Its eyes were closed in pain. Chase cried out.

“Sceptile!” It turned its head and nodded weakly to Chase, indicating it wanted to continue.

“And it seems Charizard’s Blaze ability has kicked into gear!” came the announcer’s voice. Sceptile was shaking.

“Sceptile seems to be running on adrenaline alone. How much longer can this match run?” Chase licked his lips. One last chance.

“Sceptile, Thunderpunch!” Sceptile raised its fist, tightening it and squeezing feeble sparks from his palm. It jogged slowly the short distance between it and Charizard.

“Charizard, Heat Wave!” Charizard grabbed Sceptile’s fist as it flew at him and grinned nastily. Sceptile shook it head feebly, and let out a cry as it was hit short-range by a long, fiery blaze of pure heat. It collapsed.

“Sceptile is unable to –” The referee cut off as a gasp rose up in the crowd. Sceptile’s wrist blades were glowing a deep green, almost black. Its eyes leapt open, a fierce gold. But there was no life behind them. It seemed Sceptile was running off of pure spite, determined to finish the battle. It stood up, swaying in place.

“Don’t do this, Sceptile!” Chase cried. Sceptile shook its head, growling at Charizard.

“Thirty seconds...” The scoreboard was now counting down in an electronic voice.

“Sceptile...” The Pokémon raised its arms and let out a high-pitched whistle, flying in a burst of speed at Charizard. It turned over its right shoulder, slicing Charizard’s stomach with his Leaf Blade and then smashing it down with a powerful blow from its tail. But Sceptile wasn’t stopping there. He twisted his long neck towards Charizard, biting down on its throat. A drop of blood came from the twisted mass of flesh. Charizard roared in agony, then went limp.
“Fifteen...fourteen...” The referee looked nervously at Chase and Vincent, who were staring anxiously at the tangled mess of orange-and-lime color. The two lizards seemed finished, one way or the other.

“Ten...nine...”

Chase was stunned. What had come over Sceptile? The crowd was shifting uneasily...

“Seven...six...”

Sceptile stirred...or was it Charizard?

“Five...”

Vincent met Chase’s eyes. Both were full of fear and anger.

“Three...”

Tracey and Logan glanced at each other. They had been clenching hands for the last two minutes.

“Two...one...” A loud buzzer rang out across the stadium.

“The match is over.” The referee ran to the tangled mess, examining Charizard’s pulse. He waited for a moment, and then hoisted Sceptile up.

“And the referee declares Sceptile and his trainer Chase the winners! Congratulations to all of our competitors. Medics will attend to both Pokémon immediately.” Chase nodded, weakly acknowledging his win. What had come over Sceptile?

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“It seems Sceptile activated a sort of...inverse Overgrow ability. When a Pokémon has no physical energy left, it normally collapses and ends the match. But apparently Sceptile was determined to win...so it continued, activating both its Overgrow and Struggle capabilities...it was running off of its own life. Chase doesn’t understand yet, but Sceptile siphoned off about fifteen years of life during that match.” Logan took this news with numb shock. Tracey had just been conversing with Nurse Joy about Sceptile’s odd behavior at the end of the match. Chase refused to be taken from Sceptile’s side. He was still sitting next to his closest companion, stroking his arm and whispering encouraging words to him. Sceptile had been unconscious for the past sixteen hours.

“What are you supposed to say to that? God...” Logan felt tears welling up.

“Sceptile as a rule only have about a forty year lifespan...Chase has a calculated year left with him.”
“Can we ever have a happy moment in our lives now?” Tracey smiled sadly.

“I suppose not.” He sat down next to her. They hugged each other.

“Is Chase here?” Vincent’s voice rang out from the doorway. Tracey looked up.

“Hey...” The friends stood up in unison.

“How’s his Sceptile doing?” Vincent’s voice sounded different – his entire demeanor seemed diminished.

“Not very well. It’ll live, though...how’s Charizard?” Vincent had been with Charizard in the ward across the way.

“Good. He’s recovered. He’s here, actually.” Vincent pulled out his Pokémon’s ball.

“I need to get going...lots of work to do. Send my regards to Chase.” He attempted a smile and turned to go.

“Vincent?” Logan took a step towards him. The sandy-haired boy turned.

“Yes, Logan?” Tracey found it odd hearing the two converse on a first-name basis. He barely knew the boy, despite having lived in the same town as him for fourteen years.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Vincent nodded. He looked over the two friends quietly and walked out.

“What’s the point?” Logan turned in surprise, looking at Tracey.

“What?”

“What the point of living? All we do is let people down in our lives. There’s never happiness anymore. All I’ve seen since mom and dad...well...since they left has been ruin and despair. I don’t find things happy anymore. I don’t see the need of living anymore. There’s just nothing to work towards...we all live to die. We wait to die. When our time comes, there’s no avoiding it. Why do we suffer pain and torment just to die? We’re all destined to snuff it...what can we leave behind? What good does it do us to live?” Logan slapped Tracey.

“Snap out of it! You have everything to live for, Tracey...we exist to live for each other. Love keeps us alive. There are many people who love you and would do anything for you. Like your parents. Like Chase.” She softened and sat down next to him. “Like me.”

“Have you been reading Harry Potter lately?” Logan laughed in exhaustion.

“You know what I mean, Tracey. Life is given so that we can fill the world with the gifts that we are born with. Imagine how different life would be for all those you have touched with your love if you didn’t exist? If the miracle had not been performed after Skylar killed you? The truth is, you were told you came back for a reason. Could that reason really be that difficult to contemplate?” She took his hand and stroked it.

“Love. You’re so filled with love, Tracey Morgan, and you don’t even realize it. The love you have shown in the past week has been incredible. You are capable of so much because of your ability to forgive, and embrace, and love. You’ve had such an impact on everyone’s lives...your Pokémon’s lives. Think about Bulby. Think about Rikelec. Think of Skar. Imagine how miserable their lives would be if you hadn’t befriended them? Skar wouldn’t have survived a day without her mother if you hadn’t rescued her. The Quilava you just got. Orphaned, timid, scared. Your capability to love is precisely what you live for, Tracey. And that’s why you’re alive. To share it. And, when your time comes, when you have done that to those who are living, you can continue sharing the love to the ones you love who are no longer with us. Think about that.” Both of the teenagers had tears running down their cheeks. Logan buried her face in Tracey’s chest.

“We need you. I need you.”

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“Sceptile...buddy...wake up.” Chase looked sadly at his companion’s face. He stroked it softly and sighed. He laid his head on the Pokémon’s chest and closed his eyes.

“Chase?” He opened them.

“Kira...” His former girlfriend was at the door. He got up slowly, stuttering. He ended up crying into her shoulder, Kira gently rubbing his back.

“It’s okay.”

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The Steward of Saffron City, makeshift leader of the Kanto region, sighed as he stared out the window of his office. A meeting of all facility leaders in the region had been called by his Chief of Pokémon Environmental Concerns, a department he had thought useless until earlier today. He had thought that Pokémon were harmless, but this latest bulletin...

“What has the world come to, Richard?” The Aipom he kept for affectionate purposes leapt on his shoulder and nuzzled up against him. The Steward was an elderly man, late in his sixties, balding and wrinkling somewhat but still as popular as ever with the citizens of Kanto. The wide doors to his office opened.

“Sir?” He nodded, without saying a word. His Chief of Security showed the Elites of Kanto into the office. The Steward turned and asked they be seated. He looked them over. The eight Gym Leaders were there – Flint, Misty, Lt. Surge, Erika, Janine, Sabrina, Blaine, and Blue. The Frontier Brains were all counted for – Noland, Greta, Tucker, Lucy, Spenser, Anabel, and Brandon. Three members of the Elite Four had also come – Will, Bruno, and Koga. But Karen and Lance were not among them. The Steward sighed again. This would be difficult.

“Where are Karen and Lance?” he asked wearily. Will stood.

“Lance is on G-Man duty in Sinnoh. We are not quite sure where Karen is, Sir. You did call us at short notice.”

“Very well. We will begin without them. Now, I trust you all realize that this is the first time in ten years we have had to gather together like this. Many of you weren’t even among our ranks that time ago. I must explain out problem. You will remember, ten years ago, that a fool from NeoEarth found a way to break through the countless barriers and time rifts we had placed between our world and theirs. Well...” He trailed off as he realized that many of them weren’t even aware of NeoEarth’s existence.

“I should explain what NeoEarth is. Many, many years ago – and I mean many, centuries – there existed only our world, a world where Pokémon and humans coexisted peacefully. We did not attempt to capture them; we lived side-by-side, free and uncaring. Technology advanced rapidly. Too rapidly. Some groups began hating Pokémon, for one reason or another. They began poaching them, trapping them, outwitting them using the manmade tools we had created. There was soon a schism – a falling out. The two sides battled fiercely, but we eventually won with the aid of loyal Pokémon brothers. The protector of this region, Ho-oh, made the wise decision to cut them off from Pokémon. It created a separate Earth – a parallel, rather. The anti-Pokémon activists were sealed off from us and forced to live without our technology, in a land without Pokémon. Many creatures, not just humans, but any not deemed a Pokémon – many creatures were placed there that we are not even aware of today, creatures that mirror Pokémon in many ways, but do not share their extraordinary powers. Things called Elephants that are very similar to Donphan; Dogs which are similar to the like of Poochyena and Growlithe...many variants on that. Ho-oh created many protections so we may never see our half-brothers again. However...ten years ago, technology on the other side became so advanced, the bitter ancestors of our once brothers tore a whole in the dimensions, and attempted war on us...we drove them back and resealed it, with all means we could.”

He paused, taking a deep breath. The council looked uneasily at each other, bracing themselves for the news. The Steward looked kindly at them, and opened his mouth again.

“We have received word that the barrier between our world and NeoEarth was not sealed as well as we had hoped. There has been a breach again, and NeoEarth is preparing to retort yet again against us. We hope we can settle differences with them politically, but be warned that the bitter anger against us may never cool down in their hearts. It is a hereditary hatred. They will likely rage war on this land. We must be ready to combat this if such a thing happens. Any news on disturbances should be reported directly to me.” Noland stood up.

“Not meaning to interrupt, sir, but...disturbances?” The Steward nodded gravely.

“Oh yes, my boy. I have exclusive information that the barrier was broken on both sides. Someone inside our peaceful world wishes to fight the NeoEartheans...or set them loose on us. We are...frightened.”

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“It’ll need to be bigger, to fit the machinery they want to drag in!” Karen of the Elite Four was observing the large tear hanging ominously in midair, the rip between her world and the other. She had taken management of Team Skye now that her cousin Owen was dead, and her first action as Team Leader was to order one of her life dreams be carried out – that the weaklings of the Pokémon world be stamped out. The only way to do that, though, was to strike a deal with the fabled NeoEarth people. Her minions were now working through the very threads of space. Blade stood proudly next to her, observing the work being done. His eyes stared hungrily at the rift, drifting occasionally to the attractive curves of Karen’s body. He planned to woo her once her work with NeoEarth was completed.

“Are you sure this is safe, Karen?” asked one of the many men working on the hole.

“Yes, yes, of course!” she snapped. Her eyes didn’t seem so sure, though.

“We’ll break through to the other side soon enough, just focus on widening the existing hole.” Blade could already see the opposite side, the men and women of NeoEarth working feverishly with their complex machinery to break through the damaged barrier. The Pokémon on his end were being forced to attack the same spots over and over, destroying the very particles of the air around them. There were estimated minutes left before the break was complete. He had just finished disposing of some government officials lurking around the woods, and was nervous that someone should find them before their job was done. He knew that somehow word had gotten to the outside as to what was happening, but Karen did not care. She just kept repeating the same phrase:

“I’m fed up with so-called league champions and gym victors. Pokémon and humans alike can be so weak. We want a powerful race, and if it means associating with filthy half-breeds...so be it.”

Blade did not disapprove of her strategy, but he could not squish the nagging thoughts that pledging his allegiance to her might not be the right idea. If the people of the Pokémon world revolted...he shook himself and continued his sentry duty. He whistled twice. Sneasel leapt down from the trees overhead and gave out a harsh bark-like sound.

“Karen...we have company.” He nodded over to their right. Sure enough, sifting through the otherwise quiet forest they could hear stamping and the typical noises of a mob. It seemed the people of Saffron had taken it upon themselves to stop this project. Karen shouted to work faster.

“We are seconds away from breaking in. If we can just make it...” A Hitmonlee leapt into view, followed closely by a Wartortle. The crowd was too close now.

“Otenchi! Hold them off!” Blade smirked.

“My pleasure.” He released his entire team. Scyther, Sandslash, Kabutops, Zangoose, Marowak, and Sneasel stood poised for combat in front of him.

A cry rang out from the men and a blinding light rose up from the work pit.

“We’ve broken through!” Blade and Karen turned in unison.

“Perfect.”

The End.

Flaming Lip
25th March 2007, 1:24 AM
>^v<>^v<;; <- smilie.


Charizard bowed its head at Charizard

Typo.

Anyway, this chapter was again, kind of inconsitant. There are three parts to it, really, the battle scene, the aftermath of the battle, and the introduction of a new plot (complete with the evil cliffhangers.)
Of these, the battle scene was easily the best, because it was the easiest to follow. The aftermath of the battle, the scene taking place in the PokéCenter was interesting to read. It was cheesy as hell, but I liked the philisophical territory you were heading into. Its just such a cool image, asking about the point of life in such a calm scene. It would've been a great way to end, but then you have that last part after it that really ended up killing the mood.

It would've been better if you had added some other ancedotes there, and answered more questions left over from "One of Many," like, for example, how Trace is still alive? Hmmmm?! GONNA TELL US THAT SOON.

*calms down*

Anyway, the last part was really rushed in the information you gave. It would've been better as prolouge for your new fic with everything explained.

By the way, cool title for the next fic. I actually thought it'd said morality for a moment. And I was thinking "ZOMG! Is Bulba gonna put some political gobbelygook in the next fic?"

As a suggetsion, you should probaobly have a new cast of main charecters and have Tracey and the others take a back seat.

Charziken 13
25th March 2007, 1:47 AM
And so part two ends, eh? Well, I must say that I like the direction that you're headed. Merging our Earth into the story? I am very interested in how that will play out. I can just see the clash...

Sceptile's situation really was a bombshell. You carried the emotion across prefectly, without being too much or too overdone. The mood was excellent. Even the Tracey/Logan scene, which was a bit cliche still managed to come across well. Very nice job.

And yeah, I guess it was a bit rushed at the end. The whole description of the situation could have had a bit more detail added, though I can excuse that for the reason that I loved what took place. And I really am a fan of cliffhanger endings, provided they are eventually resolved, so I enjoyed what you did. I do, however, share Flame's comment on fleshing out the briefing more. Might I suggest that you put up a revised, more detailed one as a bit of a prelude/prologue to Mortality? I think that would be a great starter, as well as a briefing, to anyone new who checks this out.


Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next story, and good luck with it! I'll be waiting!