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Speaking of updates...new chapter!
- [+] Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Two: Everyone Else
Chris didnt feel like he was inside a building at all. Vines were hanging down the walls, colorful flowers grew up of the side of the room. There was a fountain of water in the back, and sunlight streamed in through the windows yet it managed to spread out to fill the entire room.
Chris stood in front of the grassy battlefield of Celadon gym. Across from the field stood none other than the Grass Type Gym Leader Erika.
Erika was getting older she was in her late thirties. But she had retained the look of beauty. Her skin was flawless marble; her body was slim and trimmed. She wore red and gold robes that were tied tightly around her waist, thus carefully outlining her sharp figure.
She had beautiful flowing black hair that reached down to the middle of her back. The hair was shinny, yet darker than the blackest of nights. It blew together as one when she moved her head, like the branches of a tree in the wind.
Her mouth was ever so finely curved and it had been made into a perfect size not too big, yet not childishly small. Her eyebrows were sharp and thin, and moved with the freedom of another limb. They were dignified, yet untamed.
Her eyes did not hold the beauty the rest of her body did. They were fierce and angry. They held bitterness.
Erikas eyes were fixed on the green gem that hung around Chriss neck. The only thing he had of his father.
Who are you? she asked him, her voice cutting sharp like a Pokemons Vine Whip would.
Chris smiled arrogantly,.
Chris, he said. Chris Oak.
Erika inclined her head back slightly. Her contempt was clear in both her eyes and her mouth. Chris was used to this. Gym Leaders did not like him. Brock had the same look in his face when he called himself a grandson of Oak. Misty looked like she hated him the instant he walked into her gym. Surge had looked half way terrified of him. Erika was no different.
Shall we begin this challenge then? she asked, her voice still sharp. She moved elegantly as she reached deep into the pockets of her robes and pulled out a ball. She enlarged in with a smooth motion of a single finger, and she held her arm out delicately with the ball in her hand.
Yes lets. Chris said, as he unclipped a ball off of his own belt. He twirled it between his fingers as cocky as ever.
You may use six Pokemon, Erika said, her voice as cold as ice. I will be restricted to three. You may switch out your Pokemon at any time. I may not. If I call a Pokemon back, then I will have conceded the round to you.
I understand the rules lady, Chris said. This is after all my fourth battle.
This is a serious battle, Erika said, ignoring Chriss interruption. If given the chance, I will not hesitate to kill your Pokemon.
Chris raised his eyebrows at that. He had not heard that before.
Ready challenger? Erika asked. Chris merely nodded; the last comment she had made was still vibrating around in his head. Then we begin. Go Tangela!
A grass-type Pokemon made entirely out of slithering vines sprang out of the Pokeball in her hand. It landed on the battlefield with a thump, and it stared Chris down angrily.
Vulpix, give em hell, Chris said, tossing his own ball into the air. It unleashed the fire, fox-like Pokemon, and the ball feel back into Chriss hand. His Vulpix snarled at the opposing pokemon, and the two began to circle each other.
Ember attack! Chris ordered. Vulpix rolled her head back, and then unleashed a powerful fiery attack on the opponent.
Tangela dodge and use Vine-Whip! Erika ordered. Tangela jumped out of the way of the incoming fire, and unleashed a pair of vines onto the fox Pokemon. Vulpix rolled out of the way however, and unleashed the ember attack again.
This time Erikas Pokemon could not escape the attack. Tangela was suddenly burning with Vulpixs flames, and the grass-Pokemon began running around in circles as it screamed in pain.
Tangela return! Erika ordered, calling back her first Pokemon. Chris scoffed at the opposing gym leader as she drew another ball out of her pocket.
Youre pathetic arent you? I guess you really cant do much better
Erikas face was dark.
Youre the second Oak to say that to me
she said, as she sent another ball out onto the field. Do you want to know who was the first?
Chris was still as he looked at Erika, and a small smile formed on her lips.
What was your fathers name Chris? Erika asked. They were both ignoring the Vulpix and Erikas newest Pokemon Victreebell who were circling each other on the battlefield.
I dont know. He left me at birth.
that sounds very much something like Jimmy would do. Erika said, watching his face carefully. Her smile widened when she saw his face grow paler.
So youve heard of Jimmy Oak? Tell me
do you feel like youre just like daddy-
The attack caught Erika off guard, and before she could react her Victreebell was screeching as it burned from the attack unleashed out of Vulpixs mouth.
Return, Erika snapped. She dropped the ball into her pocket, and quickly withdrew another one.
You know what is something else Jimmy would have done? Jimmy took advantage of people and their weaknesses. Sounds like
you in this battle?
Erika smiled grimly as she sent out her next and last Pokemon a Vileplume.
Chris frowned with frustration
as he called back his Vulpix.
Erikas smile widened into a grin and she crossed her arms over her chest. She knew she was going to lose this battle. She lost most battles she was no longer a very strong trainer. But if she could take down one of Chriss pokemon
Go, Chris said, as he tossed a ball high into the sky, Raticate!
The Raticate was covered in brown fur, and had a long spiny white tail. His buckteeth were large and sharp, and his eyes were fierce. There was a look of murder in them.
Neither Erika nor her Vileplume seemed scared.
Quick attack! Chris ordered. The Ratticate sprinted forward on all fours, his eyes gleaming as he locked on to the Vileplume.
Vine-Whip. Erika said simply, as if she were talking about a cup of tea. Out of the flower on top of Vileplumes head came two pair of vines. The moved quicker than the Ratticate did, and they wrapped around the rat-Pokemon, and held it up in the sky.
Shit! Chris exclaimed.
Squeeze it, Erika commanded, her voice like steel.
The Vileplume complied, wrapping its vines tighter around Chriss Pokemon.
Chirs licked his lips nervously. He hated calling back a Pokemon and conceding defeat
but Erikas words echoed in his mind.
return! Chris said, holding up the ball and shooting out a red beam towards his Pokemon.
Move it, Erika ordered. With a swift jerk of its vines, the Vileplume moved the Raticate out of the way of the incoming beam, keeping it from being returned.
What are you doing? Chris asked, panic raising in his voice. Erika ignored the question.
Choke the life out of it. She snapped.
The Vileplume started squeezing harder, and the Raticate squealed and tried to break free of the grasp.
NO! Chris screamed. Stop! He made a move towards the battlefield, but Erika said quickly:
If you walk onto the field, you will be disqualified.
Chris froze, and stared up at his dying Raticate, not sure what to do.
The Raticate struggled as best as it could, twisting and turning this way and that in the slithering vines of the Vileplume. But it could not escape the tightening grasp. Its body began to twitch, and his skin broke in a few spots from the over-pressure. Blood gushed out of the wounds, dripping onto the grassy ground. The Pokemon slowly began to slow down, until
The Raticate stopped moving.
Chris whispered in shock.
Toss it aside. Erika ordered, her voice still cold, but a smug smile on her face. The Vileplume complied, and the Raticate hit the wall on the side with a thud. It slid down to the ground, staining the vines that hung over the wall with blood.
Chris whispered as he held up the ball in his hands. Kill it.
Chris sent forth the fiery fox onto the battlefield, who roared in rage.
return. Erika said suddenly, recalling her final Pokemon back to the ball.
What are you doing? Chris demanded, enraged. The battle isnt over yet.
Erika smiled, and she tossed the Rainbow badge onto the field.
Ive recalled my last Pokemon, so it is. Hope it was worth it.
And with that, she turned and left the battling room, to retreat back into her back office, leaving Chris alone with his dead Pokemon.
Rupert Silph sighed as he slumped into his desk. He was tired managing a multi-billion dollar business took a lot of work.
Mr. Silphs office was on the highest floor of the Silph Cooperation Building in Saffron City. The rug of the floor was a royal gold, and the walls were nothing but windows, with the exception of the wall behind Mr. Silphs desk. The building was the highest in the city; thus allowing Mr. Silph to see the entirety of the city.
Mr. Silph was sitting in a black chair behind a brown desk. He was weary and old. His hair was a thinning gray, his stomach poked out a little bit too far beyond his waist. His eyes required big, dense glasses to see. He wore clothes that were from another decade he had no time to keep up with fashion. Mr. Silph was old and tired.
Yet he kept working. He did not hand his job off to younger hands. He had nothing else to do in life.
Mr. Silph had no family. He did once, but no longer. He had once had a wife and a daughter. His wife died when his daughter was two, while giving birth to Mr. Silphs son. His son had survived, but his wife had not.
So then, Mr. Silph had both a daughter and a son, yet no mother to care for them. He should have retired then. He had the money to do so.
But he did not.
He wanted his children to have the greatest lives of any other child in the world. So he worked tirelessly. His company went from being a multi-million dollar company to becoming a multi-billion dollar company. His company had made variations of the Pokeball. His company had added on unique features to the Pokedex. His company became famous.
And then, suddenly, one day, his two children disappeared. His daughter was thirteen. His son: eleven.
He had thought it was a kidnapping. He waited at home for several days, waiting for a call demanding money. He did not sleep for three straight days.
No call ever came.
They must have killed your children by accident, the police and investigators had told him. An overdose of drugs
being too rough in the abduction
it could have been anything.
Mr. Silph was silent when they told him this.
He had cried later when he was alone.
Nothing was ever found out about the children of Mr. Silph.
Now, several years later, Mr. Silph still worked tirelessly. At times he slept in his office on the black leather couch. He did not want to go to his empty home. It was far too big when it was just three people living there; it had become so much larger when it became just one living there.
He worked himself at all times, hoping to forget. He had not forgotten, and he knew he never would.
Mr. Silph massaged his temple. It had been a hectic week. Production was being completed on the proto-type of the Master Ball. He had to answer questions about Bill Yates appearance. The first ever Silph Scope had been shipped.
And yesterday, the S.S. Anne, something Mr. Silph had invested a great deal of money in, had set sail. At first, he felt confident. But now, Mr. Silph now had a nasty feeling about the whole thing, like something was about to go terribly wrong.
Mr. Silph sat up in his desk, and looked over to his door. It was locked.
On days like these, there was one thing that removed Mr. Silphs weariness.
Mr. Silph stood up rapidly, and turned to the paining behind his desk. He quickly removed the painting, and he set it aside on his desk. Behind the painting was a black safe. Mr. Silph quickly spun the wheel of the safe, inserting the combination.
The safe clicked open.
Mr. Silph reached inside, and very carefully pulled out a rock that weighed about twenty pounds. He set it down on his desk, and looked at it in wonder.
The rock contained a fossil of Mew, the mighty psychic legendary Pokemon.
It was Mr. Silphs greatest treasure. Such a value was on this fossil that Mr. Silph did not think it would be possible to find a buyer, even if he wanted to sell it.
But Mr. Silph, an honorable man, would sooner sell his soul than this fossil. It had been so valuable to him that he had only shared the knowledge of its existence with his children. He had even let them each touch it once.
Mr. Silph studied the fossil, and he sighed. It was a happy, relaxed sigh. The fossil, for some reason, always gave him reassurance.
Mr. Siplh? his secretary screeched out over the intercom. Mr. Silph jumped up, surprised, and then he quickly answered.
The Board of Directors wish to meet with you something has gone wrong with the transportation of the Silph Scope.
Mr. Siplh sighed, angry and frustrated. He returned the fossil into the safe, and locked it once more. He replaced the painting, and studied it for a second, making sure it was safe.
Then, he walked around his desk, leaving his office, heading for the room where he knew the Board of Directors would be.
But his mind was still with the fossil.
William where are you? Jade snapped as she looked at her sons face on the computer screen. She was sitting in front of the green computer, talking to her son through another video chat.
Im about to enter Rock Tunnel mom, William said sheepishly.
Wait what? Why?
To get to Celadon.
There are much safer ways to get there! Jade exclaimed, her hand trembling. He wasnt telling her something she knew it. She could feel it.
She was losing him.
Im just looking for some more rare Pokemon, William said with a shrug. Thats all.
It had clearly been acted out and prepared before the call Jade knew that. The statement was too natural.
O-Okay then, Jade said, her voice trembling. Make sure you sleep well tonight then-
Im entering now mom, William said.
WHAT? Jade exclaimed. But
but its late afternoon! You wont make it to the other side before the sun sets-
Yeah, Ill just have to camp inside the cave.
NO! Jade exclaimed. Its too dangerous!
Ill be fine mom, William said. Besides, Im trying to save money for potions and stuff.
William, please listen, I dont want you to-
But I got to mom, he said, his face serious and sincere.
Jade didnt say anything. She knew she couldnt.
Be careful William.
Thanks mom, I love you.
Love you too.
And then their conversation was over.
The man stood on the hill that looked over Vermilion City. He leaned against a tree, and he drummed his fingers in a rhythmic beat against the trunk. He was looking down at the gym, which he could see thanks to the height of the hill.
The man leaned against the tree because he was tired. He was, after all, taking over the world.
It was just yesterday that the man had murdered Bill Yates. It was just this morning that the man had delivered the dead body to his father, Professor Oak. He was always busy. Now he was dealing with a betrayal.
Jimmy Oak knew what was going to happen as he looked down at the gym. He had no doubt.
So, when the building suddenly exploded, Jimmy did not gasp, or jump, or even raise an eyebrow. He had known it was coming.
you fool, Jimmy said to himself. Did you really think I would go in there myself?
Jimmy had sent one of his more useless followers in there. The trap Surge had set had gone off just as Jimmy thought it would, and it had killed the man Jimmy had sent in there. Jimmy did not care.
Jimmy was a little bit frustrated with himself. He should have known Surge was going to betray him. He should have known Surge wouldnt have the guts to kill that trainer. But no matter
it was after all only a minor miscalculation.
So now there was Surge to kill. One more thing for Jimmy to take care of. But where did Surge fall on his list of priorities?
Jimmy shook his head. Not very high up. Surge was a minor annoyance. Something that could be dealt with later. And the boy who Surge had failed to kill? He was of no major importance either. Jimmy wanted the boy dead for personal reasons. Williams death could wait till later as well.
A sharp ringing sound filled the air, and Jimmy answered his cell phone after checking the caller I.D.
Well? he asked.
Everything is in place, a female voice reported.
Jimmy snapped his phone shut, as he turned away from Vermilion City. It was time to get back; he did have many things to do after all. Jimmy Oak was a busy man.
Smoke was rising into the sky, and Jimmy could hear sirens as he walked away. He knew they would find a dead body in the rubbel, but Jimmy also knew the body would be beyond recognition, so it did not matter.
Surge was his only failure recently and it was a minor failure at that. Everything else was falling perfectly into place. Jimmys plans were coming together nicely.
Especially that phone call. That phone call was very good news.
Jimmy turned to look at the Ocean, which he could see from the hill, and he spoke softly to the great mass of blue.
At this time tomorrow
the S.S. Anne will have sunk, and every man, woman, and child on that vessel will be dead.
Everything was coming together very nicely indeed.
- [+] A Few Thoughts
Sorry Part 5 seems to be moving a long so slowly. I said it would be long...and long it is indeed...
Next chapter is the start of the Rock Tunnel, where we get to some actual gameplay for the first time in awhile.
Expect the Rock Tunnel to be in two chapters.
New chapter tomorrow night! :)
Again, thanks everyone for the comments and encouragement. I'm glad you all are enjoying it, and I will continue to write to please :)