A Tale of Two Trainers
Hey Guys! Charze here with a fanfiction coming at you. I had written a bunch of this story a while ago, and I recently picked it up and I'm hoping to use the forums as an incentive to keep writing it. I will rate this PG, because it is not in my character to curse a lot, and the story will stay pretty clean. Throughout the story, the story will be told by different perspectives:
1. Tony- an up and coming Pokemon Trainer
2. Myself- the all-knowing narrator
3. Eagle- A mysterious man, that you will have to read to find out about him
Also, the use of 3 astrisks (* * *) is used to signify a break in the text. Either of time, perspective, things of that nature.
I plan to update every so often, but my overall plan is to be writing ahead of when I post sections here. I encourage you to keep reading and feel free to send ideas to make it better, or just give your thoughts on it. If you don't have enough to say in a post here, I'll happily take a VM about your thoughts. Also I encourage you to subscribe to this thread so you can stay upto date on the latest parts of the stories.
Finally, I really would like to hear your feedback, because I have a busy life with school and all, and as long as I have people that want to read my story, I'll try my best to produce.
I will do a PM list if you are interested in that, and I would be happy to PM you to keep you updated.
Thank you! And enjoy, A Tale of Two Trainers.
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A man at the gate, having worked all day, had let many cars in, but only one out. This man soon recieved a call from his boss.
"Has Eagle left for his assignment yet?" his boss questioned.
"Yes sir." the man at the gate answered. "They just left."
* * *
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” the announcer called through the microphone. “I am proud to introduce our new Pokémon League Champion, Tony Brown!” cheers came from the crowd as I stepped out from behind the curtain. I walked from behind the curtain wearing a custom made black suit, feeling like The Grand Master Poobah of the World. The announcer handed me the microphone. I opened my mouth to talk and…
BEE-BEE-BEEP! BEE-BEE-BEEP! BEE-BEE-BEEP!
Ah, I love that dream. So as you know, my name’s Tony Brown, I’m 15 years old, and I live in the world of Pokémon; Striaton City in the Unova region to be exact. I’m also in the soon-to-be-graduating class of the Pokémon Trainers School. Some say I’m the best trainer there, and the instructors have high hopes for me.
So anyways, my alarm clock woke me up, and also to be woken up by my Mom’s adorable Lillipup. Lilipup is a little dog Pokémon with Brown fur and a short little tail. He had a red collar with a little rock hanging from the center. Words can’t describe how cute he is though. My mom is a Pokémon Breeder, and she said it was bred from the “finest league of Pokémon in the world.” Is that true? I don’t really know. Now, I don’t know too much about my dad, except that he’s in high places. He is who I got my Emolga from, my favorite and only Pokémon. Emolga is really cute and adorable, but also powerful and unique, which has made me quite popular around school. And today was a much awaited day. We are taking a trip to Nuvema town, to go to the Pokémon Research Lab. On the way we will also stop in Accumula Town, where we’ll have some time to shop and look around.
My mom packed me everything I could possibly need, but then I just told her it was only until the late night, then we repacked and I only brought what I needed. She bid me farewell, and that I would see her later tonight and I said goodbye. I then proceeded to walk the block to school. I passed by a few more apartment buildings and went to the café and got a bagel and a glass of milk like I always do every morning; then I walked through the park to get to my school. When I arrived, a bus was there, but when I met Ms. Rose outside, she said it will still be some time before we leave, so I could just wait with some of the other kids outside.
“Yo Tony!” Phil said, “How ‘bout we beez havin’ a battle, Mister Hotshot?!”
Phil was referring to me beating one of his “thugs” the other day quite simply. And I guess he thought that makes me a hotshot. No one really liked them that much, but I don’t think they noticed. But I couldn’t back down from a battle, and I still had some time before we left. “Okay, you’re on!” I replied. Then we began.
“Let’s go Bandit!” he said. He sent out a Patrat, a sneaky little devil, almost like a raccoon, with his brown fur and black fur around his big red eyes. He had little paws and a thin tail with a white bush on the tip, gave me a speedy opponent, but not as fast as mine.
“Come out Ricky!” I shouted. My Emolga appeared. Ricky had a white stomach and a black dorsal, with yellow wings looking as of those of a flying squirrel, with little electric charged cheeks and a big black bushy tail.
Ricky made the first move, with a firm Quick Attack hitting Bandit, catching him off guard with such speed. He regained himself then used Tackle, pounding Ricky with a firm hit. Then I told Ricky to use Thundershock, shooting a small beam of electricity directly at Bandit, but Phil told him to use Detect, and Ricky’s Thundershock surrounded him but appeared to do nothing. This confused me as Phil sneered and had Bandit use Bite when I was distracted. I had Ricky go at him with another Quick Attack, knocking Bandit, but he stood up to it. He then used Sand-Attack, trying to fling some sand at Ricky’s face, but he flew to avoid it. Then I had Ricky power in another Thundershock, electrifying Bandit and knocking him down for the count.
My fellow classmates were congratulating me and Ricky on the win, while Phil healed his Patrat, returned him to its Pokéball and proceeded to walk away. But then our Principal, Mr. Nester told Phil to stop and come back and for all of us to stay where we were.
“As you all should know, administration doesn’t tolerate non-class-controlled Pokémon Battles,” Mr. Nester stated. It wasn’t hard to tell that about all twenty of us were holding our breath in anticipation. “But I personally encourage students practicing as much as possible and was quite impressed by that battle, and I’ll let it slide. Just don’t tell your teacher…”
Now we could all breathe. Mr. Nester is one of the coolest people I know. He’s a tall, sometimes intimidating man, but quite comical as well. He was even once a Gym Leader, and I think there’s a lot we could all learn from him.
“Phil, I believe there is something you forgot…” Mr. Nester said, tapping his foot in anticipation. The most important lesson we are taught at our Trainer’s School is to be a good sport, which means a handshake. Scornfully, he shook my hand and mumbled "Good game..." I could tell it was not earnest at all, but it’s the thought that… sort of counts.
Mrs. Rose and Mr. Nester then gathered everyone us up and told us we would be boarding now. I was going to board with some of my friends…Wait… What happen to Ricky? I frantically ran from line to find him, and was not surprised to find him snacking on a Pecha Berry tree. He’s a big fan of berries, pretty much all berries to be specific. So with my incident of terror over, I was the last one to board the bus. What I had completely not foreseen is all the seats where my friends were being taken; except for one closer to the front. I figured it might work out for me, considering they would pester me with questions about the battle anyways.
The seat across from me had a kid I didn’t really know that well. He came in towards the middle of the year, and I don’t think he has a lot of friends. Rumor says he came from the bottom of the Earth, but I think it’s just that they don’t know, and that he doesn’t talk too much.
“Hey,” he stated. “Nice job with that battle earlier.”
“Eh, thanks, um…Bill is it?” I asked.
“Bruce.” he replied.
“Oh, sorry. I’m Tony.” I apologetically said.
“Well of course I know that, you’re the most popular and powerful trainer in school, how could I not know who you are?!”
“Well I wouldn’t say best…” I replied humbly.
“Yeah neither do I,” He agreed, “You need some fixing on your battle strategy…”
“I need what now?” I exclaimed angrily.
“It’s just,” he replied defensively, “You’re a little too aggressive, you need to use more strategy, and you know, pay more attention in class. You can make your attacks stronger and know what’s being used against you.”
“Ok,” I said, calming down, “Tell me.”
“Not so fast,” he stated. ”I want you to promise to help me with something. I want to catch a Pokémon. I don’t have one yet and I really want to be able to catch and train one, and I want you and your Emolga to help me.”
“No problem,” I replied with a grin, “That’s the easy part. We can do that at our stop in Accumula Town.”
He then proceeded to tell me all about type matchups and ways to power my attacks up. He even told me to consider having Ricky use Charge, to raise his defense and make his Electric attacks stronger. This kid may be a lot smarter and helpful then I may ever have thought.
* * *
Our bus pulled over to Accumula Town and we piled off, desperate to explore, until we were all stopped by Mrs. Rose. She went over the basic rules of conduct and everything of that sort, and she told us we would have just about an hour to spend in town. There were a few lines of shops, which is where most people went, and others to the Pokémon Center.
“So Bruce,” I said. “We should probably go to the Pokémart and get you some Poke ball’s to catch a Pokémon.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Bruce replied. “I already bought some.”
Something started to tell me he had planned doing this before, but I’m a man of my word, so off we went to nearby Route 1. Route 1 was the path that would lead us to Nuvema Town. It wasn’t too long, but it had enough tall grass to find Pokémon in.
“So I’ll use Ricky to weaken it,” I stated. “And then you throw a Pokéball to catch it.”
So after a little bit of searching, we found a wild Pidove in a tree. Pidove is a small bird Pokémon that has mainly gray feathers, but black feathered wings. I told Ricky to use Thundershock on it, shooting a small beam of lightning at Pidove, and he went down instantly and fell off the tree. He struggled to fly away to then be surrounded by its flock in order to protect him.
“Tony!” Bruce exclaimed. “You can’t use an Electric attack on a Flying Pokémon unless you want to defeat it! Try to use Quick Attack or something else if you wanna catch one. And I can’t catch one if every Pidove comes to his protection.”
“Hey, sorry, I’m still getting used to the whole strategy thing.” I replied.
So then we soon found a wild Lilipup, much like the one my mom has. I had Ricky use Quick Attack, charging into Lilipup, but not dealing too much damage. Lilipup countered with Tackle, charging and slamming into Ricky, but wasn’t very strong compared to Ricky’s strength. Ricky then used Quick Attack one more time then I told Bruce to throw one of his Pokéballs. The Pokéball shook for a second or two, before clicking closed, letting us know we caught it. Bruce was ecstatic.
“Yes!” he screamed. “I got a Lilipup!”
“Not too loud Bruce,” I said. “The guys at school shouldn’t know we’re doing this, so let’s keep it that way.”
Immediately after this, my friend, Robby ran up to me, almost even running into me.
“Robby! What happened?" I asked.
“Well,” Robby explained while panting and trying to get enough breath to talk. “We were at the Pokémart, where Sebastian accidentally knocked over this one big guy’s motorcycle, so instead of him pummeling us, Luis convinced him to battle us instead. This guy has crazy tough Pokémon and defeated all of ours easily, and we figured we should get you, since you know, you’re the best. Luis was holding him off last, let’s go!”
Robby, Bruce, and I ran off to the Pokémon Center, just in time to see Luis’ Patrat get knocked away by a Dynamicpunch. My new opponent was a tall biker, bald, with a leather jacket, looking excited to have something else for his Pokémon to eat for breakfast.
“Who wants to challenge da masta, suckas!” he said. He without a doubt reminded me a lot of Phil.
“You’re on! Come Out Ricky!” I said in reply as I threw his Pokéball. Ricky came out and was ready to battle.
“Fresh meat… Let’s go Gurdurr!” The thug said. He sent out a gray, strong, muscular Pokémon. It looked about four feet tall, with his weight consisting of only his muscles. He looked extremely powerful with its bulging muscles, even carrying a steel beam with him.
The thug told Gurdurr to Bulk Up. It flexed its muscles to be ready for an attack. I took this opportunity to have Ricky use Charge for his next attack. This is what me and Bruce had talked about before, charging then unleashing an Electric attack. I then told Ricky to use Thundershock; the jolt of electricity hitting him told me it was the strongest attack he felt all day. But that didn’t faze him one bit, which worried me that I might be over my head. He then ran at Ricky, ready to use Dynamicpunch. Seeing the devastation it did to Luis’ Patrat, I told Ricky to dodge it, as that may have left me in the battle for another turn.
I told Ricky to use Quick Attack, ramming into his chest with invisible speed. Gurdurr then used Rock Throw, picking up a rock, and hitting Ricky dead-on, knocking him to the ground. Once Ricky got up, I told Ricky to use Quick Attack, but when he was flying at him, he jolted up and rammed him with a ball of electricity surrounding him; I could tell that wasn’t his regular Quick Attack. The biker, getting angry with having someone a little challenging, had Gurdurr use Rock Slide. The nearby cliff fell with a multitude of rocks, all heading straight for Ricky. He was lucky with a single rock hitting him, but a whole mountainside? He had no chance.
“Gallade, use Protect!” A voice yelled. A magnificent Pokémon that I had never seen before jumped in front of me, Ricky, and everyone else and created a force field, protecting us from the rocks. We were shocked! This was a green Ninja looking Pokémon with white legs and a battle helmet looking head with thin arms which appeared to have plates, letting them double as a shield and a pair of swords. I had never, in all my time in school and studying, seen anything like this before.
“Now finish Gurdurr with Psycho Cut!” He said. Gallade ran up to Gurdurr with a blade of psychic energy and sliced him right across the chest with enough power to knock him defeated into the awestruck thug behind him.
I turned around to realize it was actually Mr. Nester.
“That was SO epic!” Sebastian exclaimed.
Mr. Nester laughed at that. “Well Sebastian,” he said, much more seriously, “You’re just lucky I was here to clean up your mistakes. Now all of you take your Pokémon to Nurse Joy and get them fixed up, including you sir.” He was referring to the thug, who still lay on the ground under his Gurdurr, blubbering and we think was trying to say something.
“Hurry up, we’re leaving in five minutes, and you don’t wanna miss the bus and have to deal with tough guy when he comes to.” He said, and then he walked away. We then ran into the Pokémon Center and pushed each other trying to get the Nurse to heal our Pokémon first and before the bus left.