I popped over to another Pokémon forum, where they were hosting a writing challenge in their fan fiction forum that involved writing a 100-1,000-word fic based on a prompt. The prompt, "under control," inspired me to finally write about some characters who really interest me, and whom I've already built something of a headcanon around. Thanks for stopping by, please enjoy!
Caitlin focused on her breathing. Deep inhale, slow exhale. Deep inhale, slow exhale. It forced all of her thoughts and energy on this one thing, and it kept her mind blank.
“We won! We did it, Seamitar!” The teen at the other end of the battlefield jumped for joy, tackling her Samurott in a hug. “We’re the first ones to beat Caitlin!” Despite his wounds, the great sea lion gave a happy roar.
The words rang in her ears as she recalled her last Pokémon, echoing in her mind until it was naught but a din. The air around Caitlin started vibrating. Her heart started beating faster, her breathing was ragged, and her muscles were beginning to tense. The force inside of her which she worked so hard to suppress was pushing with renewed vigour. It pressed against her every fibre, threatening to explode and break free of her physical body like a beast from a cage.
“Miau.” The Elite Four member felt a paw on her shoulder. She turned to look at Meowstic, the white feline’s ruby eyes shining. It is okay, they said. You are prepared for this.
Am I? I lost. Caitlin had never before lost a battle in her career as an Elite. She felt helpless and weak. How could she control her powers if she couldn’t even defeat her challengers?
Caitlin looked again at the victor. The girl was young, but it was clear from the way she handled herself during their battle that she was experienced, and had formed deep connections with each of her Pokémon. Throughout their battle she had encouraged them, cheered for them, congratulated and consoled them for every success and defeat. Her Pokémon were some of the strongest Caitlin had ever seen, and their raw determination to fight even until the end spoke volumes. They had clearly been through a great deal together to arrive at this point.
Gazing into her Pokémon’s eyes, Caitlin considered her own journey with Meowstic. They had both fought every inch to control their powers, teaching each other, learning and growing to live with their burdens. In spite of it all, Caitlin had managed to train a formidable team of Pokémon. She reminded herself constantly that she had been invited to join the Unova Elites for a reason. Did this challenger’s success represent Caitlin’s weakness, or was it truly a testament to the girl’s strength?
Cover your ears, came Meowstic’s soft reminder. Her words brought Caitlin back to the present, back to the scene of the girl and her Pokémon celebrating before her. She nodded and took a deep breath, recalling their training. Caitlin imagined two great, soft ears folding over the sides of her head, wrapping her in a warm embrace, soothing and quieting the wild energy inside. It took some time and concentration to quell the raw power burning inside her, but she could do it. As she focused, waves of calm slowly dimmed the whirlwind, and her heart stopped hammering in her chest. Her muscles started relaxing, and she managed to regain the rhythm of her breathing. The feeling of her powers attempting to break free did not go away - it never did - but now it was under control.
Meowstic blinked at her. Good?
Good. Caitlin found herself smiling. She turned to the girl, the one who had fought so hard to get here, and had succeeded. The victor and her Pokémon was watching expectantly.
“The reason I came here in the first place was to encounter trainers like you. I invite you to be my opponent again in the future, if you wish. Now, go on ahead.”