Chapter 1: Death on the Mountainside
Nov. 11, 1:30 PM (Nearly five years later)
It was one of those days where you know it should be cold and yet it isn’t. The sun seemed higher than normal and there was only a slight breeze that carried bits of orange and yellow leaves throughout the late autumn air. Despite this, the wind seemed to be rushing in my face, blowing my medium length dirty-blonde hair back as I flew down the hill, the downward rush increasing my speed.
I was much taller and older now—just under 5’7” and with shorter hair that had darkened the past few years. And I was even more of a tomboy—not willing to be caught dead in a dress and having a fear of anything that could even remotely be considered makeup. I usually wore baggy cargo pants that were several sizes too big and dark colored shirts depicting fierce illustrations of dragons. My liking of dinosaurs had evolved into an obsession for dragons, and with new likings came new hobbies.
My friends and I considered ourselves bikers—not the greatest around, but skillful at the ramp and the half-pipe. My friend Rudy and I got together after school and on weekends to hang out and improve our skills.
I tightly gripped the handlebars of my bike as the ground evened out into the familiar streets of the suburbs, my goal right ahead of me. I pulled up on the handlebars at the right moment as the front wheel hit the end of the ramp. It had taken several hours to build—not like the old one, which was flimsy and had nails sticking out in some places.
I landed several feet away and doubled back, turning to look at the top of the short hill.
“Nice air, Jade. Let’s see how I do,” Rudy yelled to me while speeding downward on his bike. He was about ten years of age, short, and with dark brown hair that was nearly black and slightly spiked. His skin was a bit tanner than mine and his eyes were dark brown and full of confidence as he raced downward.
I sluggishly pedaled upward, still watching him race toward the ramp.
Which was why I never saw it coming.
A black blur raced out from the side of the street and stopped right in front of me. I swerved to avoid hitting it, but was then heading straight for a car parked on the side of the street.
“Gah!” I yelled, jerking my handlebars to the right. I landed with my bike in a sprawled heap in the grass, looking upward into the clear blue sky.
Suddenly I felt heavy paws on my chest. Black fur seemingly filled my entire field of vision. The air was filled with musty, hot breath and uneven panting.
, Ebony!” I yelled shoving the doglike creature off of me. She lumbered off, but sat down less than two feet from me, apparently fighting the urge to jump on me again.
Which was the way it went when I was around her. She knew me, but still felt a sense of needing to “protect” her territory and owner—who was now standing next to his bike, cracking up.
“Shut up, Rudy,” I muttered, climbing to my feet and attempting to realign my handlebars—which unfortunately would end up requiring tools. “So how’d Ebony get out this time?”
“Dunno,” Rudy said, shrugging. “I guess I didn’t close the dog run up good enough. At least Chloe didn’t get away.” He grabbed Ebony’s collar and led her toward his backyard.
Ebony’s fur was short and a shiny, midnight-black color, except in some places on her back and around the ankles, where bare gray skin formed shackle-like shapes. Her kind was known as a Houndour, normally vicious pack hunters, but playful and docile when raised in captivity. Chloe, Rudy’s other pet was also doglike, but slightly larger and with a sleek orange and black-striped coat with fluffy cream colored hair on her head—a Growlithe.
“Oh, and I forgot to tell you…I get to take Ebony with me when I leave,” Rudy said as though I already knew what he was talking about.
“Huh?” I said, puzzled. “What do you—wait. You’re going on a Pokčmon journey? Now?!”
“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?” he asked.
“No. You didn’t,” I said flatly.
“Oh…well I am. You know that I’ve been taking the Pokčmon Handler’s class in school like you have. Well my parents let me apply to take the end-of-the-quarter exam. Anyone who passes and is old enough receives an official Pokčmon handling license.”
“Why now?” I asked. “Your tenth birthday was in April.”
“It’s cause I didn’t take the class last school year, so this year’s first quarter is my first chance,” he explained.
“It’s not fair,” I muttered. “I’ve been taking that class ever since I turned ten. But did my parents let me take the test? No! It was always something like, ‘you need to finish your grade school education,’ but now I’m in seventh grade and I’m practically twelve and no license!” I ranted. “They put the Pokčmon training age limit at ten for a reason,” I muttered.
“Didn’t you say that your parents let you finally take the test?” Rudy asked.
“Yeah, but I still don’t get to leave Viridian City at all. So…what Pokčmon are you gonna get if you pass?” I said, trying to change the subject. “You know the Pokčmon League always lets you choose one even if you have a pet Pokčmon to take with you.”
“What do you mean ‘if’? Of course I’m gonna pass and you know
I wouldn’t pick anything other than Charmander!”
“Of course,” I said, rolling my eyes. Rudy always had an obsession with fire. When we weren’t biking, we’d go out into an empty dirt area lighting fireworks, but Rudy would always end up doing something else, like playing what I called, “What-will-happen-if-I-light-this-on-fire?” Charmander was a small lizard-like Pokčmon with a flame at the end of its tail.
Rudy led Ebony to a fenced off area of his backyard, opened a gate, and let her in with Chloe. He glanced inside and clapped a hand to his forehead.
“Oh crud! I forgot to clean the dog run. My dad’s gonna kill me!” he exclaimed.
“I could help,” I said, shrugging.
“Nah, I wasn’t even supposed to be playing in the first place. Help me get the ramp in and then I gotta get to work.”
We both grabbed one end of the ramp and carried it to his garage, setting it in a corner. He wheeled his bike in and closed the garage.
“I’ll see ya, Jade,” Rudy said, running to the backyard.
“Later,” I said, swinging a leg over my bike and riding across the street to my house. I left my bike in the driveway and ran upstairs to my room. Rudy wouldn’t be done for a while so I figured that I could hang out in town for a little bit. I grabbed my backpack and wallet and ran back downstairs.
I was about to go outside when a clanging noise in the corner by the window made me stop. I looked over to see a small bird Pokčmon flapping its wings against the side of a white metal cage. Its feathers were mostly a dusty tan color except for the longer feathers on its head and tail, which were brown. It cried out to me, as though desperate to get out of the cage.
I sighed and walked over, unlatching the cage. The bird flew out and perched on my shoulder, nuzzling against me affectionately.
“Alright, alright, Swift. You didn’t have to make such a big deal if you only wanted to come with me,” I said.
“Rrrrrr,” the Pidgey cooed as I walked outside and got on my bike once again. Swift took flight and soared in the sky above me, occasionally chirping in contentment.
I sped down the familiar streets of Viridian, glancing through shop windows, but mostly enjoying the free time and being able to ride around aimlessly. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hardly noticed when someone was walking on the sidewalk just ahead of me.
“Hey, watch it!” he yelled.
I looked upward and grabbed the brakes. He stepped aside as I slowly rode past him. I backed up and turned to see him clearly. He was a lot taller than me, though probably not much older than thirteen. His hair was a light brown color and his eyes a dark blue. He wore a dark shirt with a gray jacket and dull blue cargo pants that had Pokč ball holders on them, for carrying Pokčmon.
“Sorry,” I said, slightly embarrassed that I had almost rode into someone.
He nodded and turned to look in the sky. “You’re not a Pokčmon Trainer are you?”
“Um, no, not yet,” I said.
He turned to look at me again. “Has that Pokčmon been following you long?”
“Huh?” I said, looking up in the air, expecting to see Swift, but there was nothing there. “Was it a Pidgey?” I asked.
“Nah, never mind…” he said walking off.
I looked up again. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, but Swift was nowhere in sight.
“Swift!” I called out to him, riding my bike along the sidewalks. Where had he gone? He had never done this before. I headed toward the park and glanced along the fields and in the numerous pine trees, but to no avail.
“This is weird…” I muttered. “Where the heck did he go?”
Almost as if on cue, Swift flew over a house and soared toward me. He kept gesturing to the left with his wings, as though trying to tell me something.
“What is it?” I asked.
Swift cried out one last time before flying off. I rode underneath him, struggling to keep up. Occasionally he would glance back to make sure I was still following him before leading me down another side street. Finally I saw what Swift was so excited about….
We were at the very edge of Viridian City, just at the boundary between forest and city. In the distance to the west was where I saw it. Everything was gone. Destroyed. The forests on the border between Johto and Kanto had been ravaged, leaving nothing but charred ground. I rode down the hill and into the midst of the death zone, trying to look away from the dead bodies of wild Pokčmon that littered the now barren wilderness.
“What…what happened here…?” I said, gasping in awe.
Swift swooped down to land on my shoulder as I parked my bike against a tree and proceeded to look for any signs of life. After a while I gave up checking if any of the wild Pokčmon were still alive. And then finally, there came a sign of movement near a pile of burnt leaves that still had the remnants of flame burning at its edge. I shifted the ashes and found a small creature underneath. It was still breathing.
It was a Charmander, though I was only barely able to tell. Its normally glossy orange scales were burned black and with each breath it shuddered, as though it was cold, despite the fact that its body was filled with warmth. When it slowly opened its eyes, they were a dull gray color rather than the large, bright blue, curiosity-filled eyes that are normally characteristic with Charmanders. The scarlet and flaming-orange colored ember that normally burned on its tail was little more than a tiny flare that flickered constantly.
I wanted to clean its burns with some water I had in my backpack but I knew that for a creature of fire, that would only make things worse. I pulled the burnt remains away from it and slowly wiped the soot off of it, taking care not to injure its blistered skin any further.
“Awful, isn’t it…” a voice behind me said.
“Huh?” I said, turning. “You again?” It was the same person I had almost run into on my bike.
“Yeah,” he said, turning to look at the ravaged landscape. “You know what happened here?”
“No,” I said, a bit confused.
“Oh, well, I do…amazing how cruel humans can be.”
“What?” I asked suddenly, picking up the Charmander and standing to my feet. “Who did this, do you know—?”
“Instead of telling you, how about I show you…” he said, walking further in the direction I had been going.
I walked quickly to catch up. “How recently did this happen?”
“So recently that it’s still happening,” was the only response. We reached the edge of a peak that overlooked a valley. It was there that I saw what he was talking about.
I was amazed at how one scene could depict such sadness, cruelty, awe, and power at the same time. The most noticeable, was the Pokčmon of fire. It was a powerful and upstanding beast, with the body of a lion and powerful muscles rivaled only by the strongest of all Fighting Pokčmon. Flame burst forth from its coarse brown fur and its face was covered with brightly colored crests. With each roar it gave off an air of torment as it incinerated the surrounding area, but I could tell from the pain in its cry that this massacre was unintentional. Entei, it was called—the beast of the volcano. A Legendary Pokčmon of living flame.
I was so awed by the legendary beast that I almost overlooked the people near it. Over fifty adults armed with powerful Pokčmon or guns were pursuing Entei in jeeps. Every time it attempted to annihilate them, several powerful jets of water from the trainers’ Pokčmon would douse its rage-filled flame attack. Despite a ring of blazing fire that surrounded and protected it, the Entei was repeatedly struck by bullets from its pursuers.
“What—? Why…” I said, gasping. “They’re poachers aren’t they?”
“Not exactly,” he said, turning to look upon the onslaught. “You ever heard of Team Rocket? You should, seeing as you live in a big city with lots of crime.”
I thought back. “Um, a little,” I said.
“Yeah, I figured. It started out as a sort of widespread group of criminal gangsters. Then some millionaire guy came along and used their idea to create a huge underground organization. He recruited hundreds of members from all over Johto, Kanto, and even few from way out in Hoenn. A long time ago you probably heard about all kinds of raids on cities, mass Pokčmon deaths and other stuff. All the recent operations are almost completely unknown to all, though.”
“How do you know then?” I asked.
“I figured you’d ask that,” he said, grinning. “I’m actually on the Johto Force of Team Rocket. High ranking, too, so I can do what I want and Giovanni doesn’t even know that I’m against him.”
“Giovanni?” I asked. That was a surprise to me.
“Yeah, he’s the founder and leader of it all. You’ve probably heard of—”
“Of course I’ve heard of him!” I interrupted. “How could I not
know about the Viridian Pokčmon Gym Leader?”
He shrugged. “I should have figured that…”
I looked back at the blazing hillside. “Shouldn’t we do something?” I asked. “I mean, if we don’t—”
“We?” he said, laughing slightly. “You got yourself a pet bird and a half-dead lizard, so it’d be me doing everything. And I know my limits. The dragons I train may be powerful, but they’re not fast enough to dodge repeated fire from the Rockets. They’d be shot down before getting within twenty feet of the battle.”
“Oh…” I said, my voice trailing off in slight disappointment.
“If you’re that determined, then I’ll tell you this: with agents all over Johto and Kanto, if Team Rocket really wanted to execute a massive takeover, it’d be altogether too easy.”
I turned to him. “What?”
“The only reason they haven’t already is because they’re building up forces in case any trainers rebelled against them. That’s why they’ve taken to capturing Legendary Pokčmon. If Team Rocket managed to create forces led by members with Legendary Pokčmon it’d be all over.”
“Then, what do we do about that?” I asked, confused.
“I’ve been giving these out to a lot of people,” he said, handing me a small card. “It pretty much explains everything. If you manage to get permission to go on a Pokčmon Journey, but don’t really want to go around battling in Pokčmon Gyms, then let me know.”
“But how—?” I began.
“The card explains everything,” he said again.
He pulled out a red and white sphere and pushed a button on it causing it to enlarge and open. In an instant, a flash of white light burst forth from inside it and began to take the form of a huge dragon, upright and majestic. Its skin was rough, yet a shiny flaming orange color and it had huge, powerful blue wings. Its main characteristic was the flame that burned brightly at the tip of its tail—it was a Charizard, the fully mature form of Charmander.
“I’ll see ya,” he said, climbing onto the dragon’s back before it took to the sky and soared away out of sight.
“Uh, later,” I said, wondering how and why I’d see him later. I looked at the small card he had given me and read.
If you have received this card, it is because you have either been recognized as a beginning trainer with potential for high skill levels, or are an ambitious young trainer willing to face danger for the sake of wiping out Team Rocket. If you are serious about joining a rebellion against the Rockets, then meet in Vermillion City prior to the following date for further instruction. Main headquarters will be located on Midnight Island. The cruise ship, S.S. Anne is leaving for Midnight Island on December 7.
Voyage to Midnight Island financed and sentence deleted for spoiler content.
Sentence deleted for spoiler content.
He said that he was the one starting the team, but how could be finance an expensive journey like that? Then again, I wasn’t sure how far away Midnight Island was from Vermillion. Just goes to show how little I pay attention in Geography.
I turned back to the battle that was still continuing. It was obvious what the outcome would be, and yet I still wanted to help Entei in some way despite fact that there was nothing that I could do. I sighed and continued to watch.
It was then that they noticed me. I was standing only about a hundred feet from the Rockets and Entei. The driver of the first jeep said something to the second, which turned abruptly and began speeding up the hill toward me. I took off running back toward Viridian, but was no match for the speed of the Rocket’s vehicles. If I could just reach my bike, I could make it to town before they caught me and then lose them on the side streets, but it was too far away. The jeep sped past me and skidded to a stop in front of me. I tried to turn and run in the other direction, but the driver grabbed me and threw me in the back of the car.
“Hey, what the—” I yelled.
“Shut the hell up if you want to live. We’re not supposed to have any witnesses, but you might get off the hook if you just keep quiet,” the driver muttered. He was older than most of the others and judging by a number of badges pinned to his vest, more experienced as well. His hair and eyes were dark. Both his shirt and jeans were various shades of gray
At once, Swift released his grip on my shoulder and flew out of the passenger side window. He soared in circles above the jeep before taking off to the north, toward my neighborhood. One of the Rockets pulled out a small handgun and began shooting at Swift before the driver stopped him.
“Leave it,” he said. “It’s just a pigeon. Doesn’t matter if it belongs to a captive.”
I only just noticed that I was still holding the wounded Charmander. It was still unconscious, but also still alive. We were nearing the main streets of Viridian and I considered yelling for help, but all of the windows were up now, and each of the Rockets was armed. I sighed and stared out the back window, occasionally muttering, “This is total crap…”
We continued hading east until we were once again away from the city. Finally the jeep skidded to a halt in a small area that was mostly cleared of trees. I couldn’t see anything from the back window, and the Rockets in the front seats were blocking my view in front of the car. The driver got out, slammed the door, and opened the back door.
I looked out the window and watched as he leaned over and lifted up a small hatch in the grass. Underneath were a keypad and a small screen. He pushed in a long and complicated number password and closed the hatch.
“Identification confirmed. Proceed,” a computerized voice said. The ground started to sink, revealing a sort of ramp that led downward into darkness. He got back in the car and drove down. As we neared the end of the tunnel, the entrance behind us closed and I could see lights far ahead in the distance. We emerged into a large, dimly lit, immense underground hangar. The driver parked the jeep in an area to the side. The Rockets got out of the car and the driver opened the back door and grabbed my wrist jerking me out. I held onto the Charmander with my right arm. “Remember what I said. Just shut up and don’t do anything stupid,” he said, leading me toward what looked like an office door. He left me outside the door and walked inside.
It was at that time that I really thought about my position. I didn’t want to think about what a Team Rocket prison would be like, but would if the Rockets decided it was better to just kill me and get it over with? I leaned my ear against the door and tried to hear bits of conversation.
“So? How did it all go?” someone said. His voice sounded younger than my captor’s though from his dominating tone of voice and the way the other acted slightly submissive, I assumed he was higher ranking.
“I left the rest of the squad behind to deal with an…unwanted witness…” the driver said.
“How much did they see?”
“Enough for her to know about our plans to capture the Legendary Pokčmon,”
“You idiot!” the other Rocket yelled. “Did you even consider the fact that she may not have really known anything about our mission at all?! Sure, she reports some poaching of endangered Pokčmon. Big deal—the police still wouldn’t have any idea it was us. But now she sure as heck knows too much. Honestly, Tyson, I don’t even know why I—”
“Should I just shoot her?” he interrupted.
“No…” the other sighed. I could hear the rustling of papers. “Just—”
At once I heard the squawk of a radio. The driver answered it and, after listening for a few seconds, said something quietly and turned it off.
“Well?” the other Rocket asked impatiently.
“Shortly after I left, it seemed to the others that Entei was going to escape into the Johto mountains. They called for backup from any nearby Johto Executives. Turns out one of ‘em caught Entei, only now he doesn’t really want to give it up and he’s waiting for instruction from the commander of the Johto Force,” Tyson reported.
“The fool…Giovanni’s word isn’t enough for him?” he said scornfully
“Well, even though Giovanni’s the boss, he really doesn’t have any rule over the Johto Force…”
“Yes, I know…and just stick the girl on the transport jet. Let the main administrators deal with what to do with her.”
I breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that, but then heard footsteps coming toward the door. I jumped back and pretended as though I hadn’t been doing anything. Tyson opened the door and again took hold of my wrist and led me to another area. I followed without struggle, knowing that rebelling would only get me shot.
“Okay, I know
you heard what we said in there, so you know what’s going on,” he said.
I was then that I noticed the large, gray airplane that was in the opposite corner of the hangar. Several mechanics seemed to be making sure everything was in order and other Rockets were loading supplies into the cargo hold. Tyson also escorted me to the cargo bay. Large boxes filled the area and more crates were being loaded in. I was thrown into a small room and the door was left open. A few minutes later, another Rocket came over and jerked my backpack from me and looked through it before shoving it back into my arms. After checking all my pockets and deciding I had no weapons or Pokč balls on me, he pulled the Charmander from my arms and chained my hands and feet to the wall.
“What about the kid’s Charmander?” the Rocket called out to someone outside of the room.
“Just leave it, the thing’s near death anyway,” yelled back
The Rocket set the Charmander on the floor and shoved it towards me before closing the door.
“What should we do about the other kids?” he asked.
Other kids? That was a surprise to me. Tyson didn’t seem to know what the Rocket meant either. “What other kids?”
“Another prisoner we’ve had for a while and some other kid we caught snooping around the entrance a few minutes ago.”
“There’s only one cell, just lock ‘em in a supply closet or something…” Tyson said, his voice growing distant. Several minutes later, I heard the thunk of a heavy door being closed and the steadily growing roar of engines. I could feel the speed increase and was slanted backward as the plane maneuvered uphill. I guessed that the plane was heading up the long ramp that I came in by. I felt when the wheels left the ground.
It was then that I truly analyzed the whole situation. I had no way of escape and I didn’t plan on having my fate in the hands of some Rocket Administrator. I looked around the cell and spotted a coil of wire in the corner. I figured that I could manage to pick the lock if I could just reach it, but it was too far away.
“Chaaaa…” a small high voice moaned.
I looked down and saw the Charmander at my feet finally regaining consciousness. It swayed a little before eventually standing to its feet and looking up at me.
“Hey, how’re ya feeling?” I asked it.
“Charmanchar…” it whimpered.
“I don’t know if you can walk yet, but could you try to hand me that coil of wire over there?” I asked even though I figured it was a bit pointless. Tame Pokčmon can learn the language their trainer speaks in an incredibly short amount of time, but the wild Charmander had probably never heard English in its life.
And yet it went over, picked up the loop of thin metal and placed it into my hand. I grasped a part near the end in my fingers and stuck the wire into the keyhole on a shackle.
It took me nearly ten minutes just to free my right arm. After that, I was able to reach the other shackles better and had figured out the trick to unlocking them. Finally, I shook the last chain off of my left foot, picked up the Charmander, and unlocked the door.
I looked around in the midst of all the boxes and crates. The Rockets had said it was a transport jet, but for what? I opened the nearest and looked inside to find a large array of technical machines intended for teaching powerful techniques to Pokčmon. I closed the crate and glanced through some others. Finally, I found one with first-aid items for Pokčmon. I picked up the first thing I could find and read the label. “Guaranteed to soothe burns, frostbite, poison, rashes, cause open wounds to scab and any other damage done from battle to your Pokčmon or—”
Yeah, yeah, or your money back,
I finished in my head while spraying the liquid all over the Charmander’s skin. I watched as the charred flesh slowly regained its normal color, leaving only bits of scar tissue in some areas on its back. I was impressed with how well it worked, but still dug through the box. Charmander may have been healed, but it was still exhausted and completely drained of energy.
Finally, I found something to fix that: an energy serum. I knew that they could make even an unconscious Pokčmon awake and full of power. It had absolutely no healing power whatsoever, which was why it was good that I had already taken care of that. There was a famous battle in which a terribly wounded Pokčmon was given an energy serum and sprung to its feet, fighting again, even though it was bleeding all over. It ended up dying, and the use of energy serums was banned in all Pokčmon League battles.
I twisted the cap off and poured a small amount into Charmander’s mouth. Almost in an instant, the tiny flare on its tail burst into full flame. It looked up at me, eyes bright blue and attentive before looking down at itself, as though wondering how it was back to normal.
Since it seemed to understand me, I kneeled and said, “You doing better?” It nodded.
“Okay, Charmander, I know you don’t—” I stopped. I was sick of calling it “Charmander”. Did Pokčmon have actual names for each other? I wasn’t sure, but they must have.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Charcharmancharmander,” it replied.
Charcharmancharmander? That’s what it sounded like, but what did it actually mean? I went over it in my head, having an odd feeling as though I should have known what it meant right when Charmander said it. Charmander pointed at the flame on its tail and blew a narrow stream of fire into it, causing small embers to be scattered. Then it came to me.
“Firestorm?” I asked suddenly.
“Charman!” it exclaimed leaping into the air. I knew I was right.
“Okay, and, uh, are you a guy or a girl?” I asked. I really hadn’t felt like checking when it was unconscious.
“Charmancharmander,” it said, before running over to the other side of the cargo bay and pointing.
“Uhh, I take it you said male?” I said, uncertain.
He nodded and pointed again. I walked over and saw several Pokčmon that had been sedated and put in cages. A piece of paper was taped to the top of each cage. I chose the nearest and read.
Experimental Pokčmon #007
Pikachu that was implanted with tiny amounts of Zapdos DNA as an embryo. Experiment failure. Increase in power levels and rebellious disposition as possible results. Discovered side effects include inability to expel power for prolonged amounts of time and unstable chemical makeup
I looked inside the cage, where the Pikachu was unconscious. It was a small mouse-like creature with short, spiky yellow fur, with two brown stripes on its back. Its ears were long with black tips, and its tail was stiff and shaped like a jagged lightning bolt.
“Charmander chardercharman charcharmander,” Firestorm said.
“You want to free them?” I asked.
“Charman,” he said, nodding.
“Well, you don’t need my
consent,” I said, shrugging. Right then, Firestorm began shooting the flame out of his tail into a narrow stream like a blowtorch and melted the locks. For several minutes he worked, prying the molten metal away with his claws and opening each cage one by one. He was melting the last lock when the Pikachu woke up. It shakily stood to its feet, blinked and looked around. The second it noticed the cage was open, it streaked out of its prison and bolted up to the highest point it could reach and sent surges of electricity flying around.
“No, don’t!” I yelled.
It turned to me and sent sparks flying in my direction, its eyes filled with hate. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening and turned.
“Wha—what the hell?!” Tyson yelled, walking into the cargo area.
“Uhh, hey…” I said awkwardly.
He looked from the Pikachu to me and finally to the other freed Pokčmon, which were still under the effects of the sedation. He pulled out a small gray sphere—some sort of modified Pokč ball. The flash of light from within it took the form of a huge green preying mantis. Powerful and upright, it flashed its oversized blade arms, seemingly cutting the very air.
“We kept all the successful experiments. This one happens to be my personal favorite,” Tyson said proudly. “Razors, attack!!!”
At once, it lifted from the ground, zooming toward us with lightning speed, the urge to kill blazing in its eyes.