The Great Butler:I think what happened there was that I was originally going to give Derak more to say, but decided against it. It appears that I accidentally took off a period that I somehow missed when checking through the chapter...guess I just don't pay attention. XDBoy, these two sure make a great match, don't they?
You missed a period at the end of the last sentence in this part.
You're remembering correctly, and there is something of a power difference between Brute and Sarah's Metapod (also, I kind of imagined Metapod as being fairly lightweight...)Oops indeed.
Is there a big power difference between Brute and Metapod? It would seem so, especially because, if I'm remembering correctly, Fighting-type moves shouldn't be very effective against Bug-types.
I wasn't quite sure what the actual name of Melanie's outfit was (it was something of a red overall-thing, but I wasn't exactly sure), so I skipped a bit with the intention of coming back to it. Unfortunately, I completely forgot to return to it. XDWearing an what? I think you left out a word.
I kinda had to dig through Bulbapedia in order to find Kanto-related events from the anime. The place where Ash got Bulbasaur seemed like a good fit.Oh **** I just realized who this actually is. It's been so long since I saw her episode that I totally forgot who Melanie was. I've certainly got it now that I remember her and her village, though. She could be an interesting addition to this story...
I do enjoy making Derak seem laughably pathetic at times. XDNot only that, though, Bulbasaur is Pokemon #001, as in, the very first one...
I had to bring it up at some point. XDOh, nice lampshading. I've asked that question myself.
Oh, you have no idea...What the...?! I can only guess now that whenever the answer about this kid is revealed, I'm going to really be blown away.
You'll just have to see as time rolls on.And an air of mystery to wrap everything up. It's a good mystery, too, because it provokes a great deal of reader thought on what exactly it means for Garth's motives. I wonder if that freaky blue-haired ... thing ... did something to his father?
We have arrived in Vermillion City. I took a somewhat different approach to this chapter, with the intention being to make the Gyms seem a bit less repetitive. Hopefully I succeeded to some degree.
Chapter 11: Bitter Reunions
A day after their encounter with Aiden in the hidden village, Derak and Garth entered Vermillion City. In this rather populated city, people passed by in personal journeys of their own. Derak paid little attention to them, however. What mattered to him was his own journey.
“There’s supposed to be a Gym here, right?” Derak asked Garth.
“Yes,” Garth nodded, having evidently recovered from his earlier troubles. “It is reputed as being quite difficult, however. The Gym Leader is clearly no fool.”
“Won’t know until I see for myself, right?” Derak shrugged. “Might as well just give it a shot now. If I lose, I can just try again.”
“Need I remind you that time is of the essence?” Garth growled. “There is no telling when Stoutland will attack again, so we should proceed through your damn Gyms as quickly as possible!”
“Easy on the language, there’s children present,” Derak sighed. “Oh, was I putting my needs ahead of yours again? So sorry, it’ll happen another thousand or so times considering that I actually have MY OWN needs to worry about.”
“Just go to the Gym and get it over with,” Garth groaned, bemoaning Derak’s sarcastic demeanor.
“Whatever,” Derak said.
As the Gym came into view, marked with a “GYM” logo, Derak wordlessly entered. Upon doing so, he found himself in a somewhat darkened room illuminated only by a slew of ceiling lights. At the opposing end of the arena was a colossal, muscular man with spiky blonde hair. His clothing consisted of a green undershirt and camouflage-patterned pants. The evident Gym Leader smirked upon seeing Derak.
“Well, look what we have here!” the man boomed. “A little baby trainer!”
“…excuse me?” Derak blinked.
“Welcome to the Vermillion Gym, baby!” chuckled the man. “Name’s Lieutenant Surge, and I run the show around here. Think you can get the Thunder Badge from me, do ya? Show me what ya got in a one-on-one Pokemon battle! Unless, that is, you’re too chicken!”
So this is what Melissa would have been like if she was born a boy, Derak thought. Making no effort to respond to Surge’s taunts, he simply removed Brute’s Pokeball and released his Machop. In response, Surge threw out a Pokeball revealing a large, orange-bodied mouse-like Pokemon with a long black tail tipped by a lightning bolt.
“Raaaii,” the mouse growled, the yellow circles on its cheeks sparking with electricity as it narrowed its beady eyes.
“Raichu,” Derak’s Pokedex reported, “the Mouse Pokemon. Type is Electric. Evolved form of Pikachu. Its tail discharges electricity into the ground, protecting it from getting shocked. Pikachu evolves into Raichu upon exposure to a Thunder Stone.”
Raichu evidently shared its trainer’s cocky demeanor. It smirked at Brute, attempting to intimidate the muscular Pokemon by lashing its tail against the ground, scattering electrical sparks on contact. Had Brute any true eyebrows to speak of, it would have raised one. This could be a tricky match, that much was for certain.
“Ready to do this, Brute?” Derak asked, receiving an affirmative nod. “Okay, then. Use Vacuum Wave!”
Outside, as Derak waged battle against Surge, Garth sighed. That boy was almost more trouble than he was worth. But he had to use the boy. The supreme irony of turning one relative against another was simply too delicious a dish to let pass.
“I suppose we should begin training, then,” Garth said to his Electivire’s Pokeball, holding it up in his hand. He summoned his Electric-type, which promptly let out a frightening cry. All faces instantly turned towards Garth.
“What’s your problem?!” one person yelled.
“We need to train,” Garth replied. “Unless you would like to paint targets on your bodies, I suggest you all leave. Now.”
“Vire,” Electivire added, its antennae sparking as it clenched its fists.
The people obeyed, slowly backing into the safety of places such as nearby allies or their homes. Only one person remained, slowly applauding Garth’s display. The latter’s eyes widened upon seeing who it was.
Nathaniel Draykus himself.
“Bravo,” Draykus said with a smirk. “I expected no less of you.”
“You,” Garth snarled, his every syllable containing untold amounts of loathing. He recalled his Electivire, wishing to deal with this intruder himself. “How are you still alive?”
“The same way that you are, I’d wager,” Draykus replied. “But as much as I would love to catch up on old times, I have business to attend to. Pleasure to see you again.”
Draykus made to leave, but Garth snatched one arm, holding Orre’s governor in place.
“You will NOT escape this time!” Garth growled. “You need to pay for what you did to me, to my home!”
“Is that so?” Draykus said without an ounce of concern in his voice.
Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed his aggressor’s arm and threw him with such strength that Garth crashed into a lamppost with enough force to significantly bend it.
“Your talk of vengeance is amusing, but pointless,” Draykus said, dusting himself off as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Garth bared his teeth, the flames of his rage fanned by Draykus’ words. With wrathful roar, he leapt at Draykus, who avoided Garth’s assault by somehow leaping atop a nearby roof.
“Get back here, you coward!” Garth bellowed, his body jumping upon the roof as well.
“Ah, I see you’ve been training yourself as much as I have,” Draykus remarked.
“The thought of your bleeding face underneath my heel is an excellent motivator,” Garth replied bitterly, lunging for Draykus again. This time, Draykus deftly avoided his attacker’s outstretched hand and slammed his fist into Garth’s stomach, forcing the air out of the cloaked man’s lungs. Draykus followed up with a quick palm strike to Garth’s chest, knocking the cloaked trainer back to the street with a mighty roundhouse kick.
“Is that all?” Draykus taunted, performing another superhuman leap as he came down to street level. “I thought one of your heritage would be a better fighter.”
Another roar pierced the sky, but this one was not from Garth. The vengeful man’s eyes widened as he realized the roar’s true source. Draykus simply smirked and straightened his suit.
“Ah, finally,” he said. “Now I can get what I truly came for.”
“OVER MY DEAD BODY, FILTH!” Garth bellowed, lunging for Draykus. With a sigh, Draykus pulled something out of his pocket and jabbed it into Garth’s stomach. The object pierced Garth’s skin, glinting viciously as blood trickled over it.
“Not a very fast learner, are you?” Draykus said as he withdrew the knife from Garth’s body, unceremoniously shoving him onto the pavement.
What happened next would astound anyone who saw it. Garth’s wound stopped bleeding, and then stitched itself together. In moments, Garth’s flesh appeared as if it had never been stabbed at all. Draykus, although indeed astounded, recovered quickly with a smirk.
“Ah, I see now,” Draykus said. “Let me test a theory I just thought of.”
Shockingly, Draykus then thrust his knife into his own stomach, only for his own wounds to heal just as quickly upon the knife’s removal. The governor’s smirk grew wider.
“Well, then,” Draykus smirked, “it seems that your petty revenge is indeed pointless…seeing as neither of us can ever die.”
“I am willing to test that theory,” Garth growled. An explosion of darkness just outside Vermillion City, however, prevented Garth from attacking again.
“That appears to be my cue,” Draykus said, removing a Pokeball from his pocket. “Conkeldurr, advance!”
Draykus’ Pokeball revealed a beefy sepia-colored Pokemon with a body covered in purple, vein-like bulges. Its round head possessed a pointed grey beard, a spherical red nose, and a bulb of skin that emerged from the top of its head. In each of the Pokemon’s massive hands was a large concrete pillar, held in a manner similar to that of walking canes.
“You? With a Conkeldurr?” Garth snorted.
“An old acquaintance of mine got quite a bit of use out of a Conkeldurr,” Draykus shrugged. “I figured I may as well see for myself how good it really is. I’m proud to say that it has yet to disappoint me.”
Another shadowy explosion, this one much closer to the city, erupted into the air. Draykus reacted by smirking yet again.
“But enough talk,” he said. “I have an ultimate weapon to acquire.”
“You keep your filthy hands off of—” Garth began to object, but Conkeldurr silenced him by clubbing him with one of its pillars, knocking him unconscious.
“Thank you, Conkeldurr,” Draykus said. “Now, prepare yourself. It’s time to truly experience Stoutland’s power first-hand.”
“Keldurr,” nodded Conkeldurr.
One more dark explosion came, this one just inside the city. This time, a familiar blob of darkness burst from the explosion and landed a short distance away from Draykus and his Conkeldurr. The darkness faded to reveal Stoutland, slaver dripping from its fanged mouth as it snapped viciously at its newest foe.
“At last,” Draykus whispered with a smirk. He then raised his voice for his first command. “Conkeldurr, use Fake Out!”
Conkeldurr responded by using its pillars to propel itself into the air, looking down as it noticed Stoutland advancing on its trainer. Continuing the execution of its move, Conkeldurr threw its pillars down, aiming in such a way that the pillars would slam down in front of Stoutland. The strategy worked well, the pillars having landed with enough force to generate a small wind that slightly pushed Stoutland back. The Normal-type, however, simply gave its head a shake and growled, ready to continue.
“Follow up with Dynamicpunch!” Draykus ordered.
Though initially still in the air, Conkeldurr soon plummeted down rapidly, one fist becoming surrounded with a bullet-like whirlwind of red energy. To counter, Stoutland once again surrounded itself with darkness, rocketing up to meet Conkeldurr. The latter Pokemon was taken by surprise at this aggressive turn of events, but before it could turn the tables again, Stoutland’s dark blob slammed into it with devastating force, knocking Conkeldurr to the ground. To make matters worse, the blob actually barreled down towards Conkeldurr, which only had a wide-eyed gasp on its face when Stoutland crashed down into it. When the dust settled, Stoutland’s dark blob form was seen bounding away, leaving behind a defeated Conkeldurr within a large crater.
“Incredible,” Draykus gasped. “Conkeldurr was defeated so easily…it seems I’ll need to try a different tactic.”
A groan of anguish reached Draykus’ ears as Garth reawakened. The governor of Orre simply recalled Conkeldurr, whose concrete pillars somehow vanished along with it as it was returned to its Pokeball.
“Now, then,” Draykus said, turning to Garth. “I assume you’ll also be pursuing that particular Stoutland. But I have no intention of letting such power run free.”
“I will die before I let you have Stoutland!” Garth spat, struggling to get up.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Draykus smirked. “Until our next meeting, Garth Alburus Cesslon IV.”
With that, Draykus left, Garth still attempting in vain to rise.
“That vile man will pay for this,” Garth growled as he got up on one knee.
“Who are you swearing an overdramatic vengeance to now?”
Garth’s gaze turned to Derak, who was leaning on the wall of the Gym.
“Nothing of your concern,” Garth spat.
“It probably would concern me, actually,” Derak retorted, “seeing as you look like you were run over by a train with feet. What happened while I was in the Gym?”
“I will explain later,” Garth sighed. “Did you get the badge?”
“Yep,” Derak said, opening his badge case and showing Garth a badge resembling a cartoonish sun. “I was told the next Gym was in Celadon City. The Leader here said that Celadon Gym was Grass-type.”
“Then you may have a chance with that Chimchar of yours,” Garth nodded. “Come. We should be on our way.”
As they began to depart Vermillion City, however, Garth silently gritted his teeth. Draykus would never get his filthy hands on Stoutland…not while he was alive.
This was his vow.