From A Different Perspective
Written by: Gibby
Chapter Two: What I Feared Most
It was late at night. My entire family was asleep. The trees cast shadows down into the valley, like sharp teeth. Mt. Moon couldn’t be seen. Its blackness blended in with the darkness of the sky. The only Pokémon that were still up were the night dwelling ones; Rattata, Zubat, and Clefairy are just a few.
I couldn’t sleep. I kept twisting and turning. The Pokémon fight was still fresh on my mind. The way those Pokémon looked during the fight; the way they seemed to enjoy fighting, for some reason. They had a gleam in their eyes. But what could they be enjoying? They were slaves to those humans. They weren’t allowed to make decisions for themselves. They didn’t seem to have any freedom to do anything they wanted to do.
I got up from my mothers side. She didn’t stir. I didn’t want to wake her up and make her worry about me. She continued to lie there, like there is nothing that she is afraid of. She was one with the forest.
I decided to take a walk, try to calm my nerves, maybe talk with some of the night dwellers in the forest. I’ll be back before my mother notices I’m gone.
The sound of the wind rustled threw the leaves. Even though it was too dark to tell, the leaves were starting to change colors from the brightest of green, to the off set colors of red, yellow, and orange. The sent of fading Dandelions was in the air. The only light came from the moon. There were no stars out tonight; a strange phenomenon that only happens during a full moon when the Clefairy sing.
Those Pokémon were always great conversationalists. They always have a story about the stars, it seems; like they might have come from them, a long time ago. You could hear the faint sounds of some Butterfree flying off into the darkness, in search of a mate.
I was walking, enjoying the sights and sounds of the night. The fight was running threw my mind, over and over. I was trying to figure out what they must have been thinking.
Then, I heard something off the my left. As I quickly turned, I saw some leaves from a shrub stir; some fell to the dirt ground. I knew something was behind them. Standing at the foot of the mountains, I couldn’t see much. I was terrified but also curious of what it could be. I decided that I would take a quick glance, but to be ready to pounce away if it ended up being a threat.
As I moved closer a black, shadowy figure come into view. Since the creature was in the shadows of the shrubs, I couldn’t tell what it was. It could be a Geodude that come down from the hills, but it was too big. Well, how about an ever sleeping Abra? They’ve been known to come here sometimes when the nights are cool and dark. But, alas, no. It was too warm for them to be here at this time. It could have been a Scyther, with their twin blade arms. But, they are only day Pokémon. they don’t come out during the night. None that I knew anyway.
I decided that I had hung around long enough. I need to get away before the creature saw me. As I was getting ready to leave, the black, shadowy figure moved its arm to its waist. That was when I knew what it was. It was a human! And this human must have been a Pokémon Trainer!
I started to run away as fast as I could. I headed deeper into the forest. I figured that I knew more about this forest then that Pokémon Trainer did. But I was too slow. Before I made it into the shadows of the tall trees, the trainer yelled, “Ekans! Go!” He throw a Pokéball right in front of me. It landed five feet in front of me, and opened, letting out the Pokémon that was destined to battle me. A purple snake, around four feet long, came out of the Pokéball. Its yellow stripes rapped around him like gold bracelets. The Ekans was ready to fight; it knew what its purpose was.
I was trapped. There was no place for me to run. I was going to have fight, to defend myself. Standing in front of the Ekans, I stared into its eyes, its bright yellow eyes, waiting for it to strike. The trainer stayed in the shadows. I could tell, though, that the human was pulling a new Pokéball, ready to throw it at me when I was weaker. He is going to try and capture me.
The Ekans didn’t need any instructions from its trainer. It knew what its job was. The Ekans started by using a Leer attack on me, trying to lower my defenses. Everything seemed to change opposite colors. The black sky turned sparkling white, while the white moon turned pitch black. The world turned itself over. The ground was above me and the sky was below be. I fell from the attack, becoming confused as to which way was up and down.
The Ekans, seeing that I let my guard down, came up to me and wrapped itself around me, making it where I couldn’t move, nor escape. It squeezed itself tighter, making it harder for me to breath. >NO!!!< I bellowed. If I didn’t try something, the Ekans would make me weak; weak enough for the trainer to capture me. I couldn’t let him do that. My mother was still asleep at home.
I’m going to have to attack. But how? I decided that I should attack with my sparks. Mine weren’t very strong, but they should be enough to get the Ekans off of me. I concentrated, focused my mind and feeling into using my electric attack. What happened next surprise me. Bright yellow and white bolts filled the area. Sparks went left and right. The trees were lit every time a shock exited me, showering them with florescent light. Yet it didn’t seem to hit the Ekans that was around me. I missed. My one chance at defending myself, and I failed.
“Ha. Look at that. It can’t even control its own Thunder shocks. Man, if you could control your attacks, you would be a great one to have.” the trainer hissed from the shadows. The trainer came out of the shadows, revealing to me my new master. Wearing a red and blue shirt, with kaki pants, he looked to be around forty-something. His graying hear was long in the back, and swayed when he moved. He threw his arm into the air, ready to throw the Pokéball at me, ready to catch me.
I wasn’t going to let him catch me. I wasn’t going to become some kind of entertainment for this human. I decided to try one more attack; one that my father taught me, a long time ago.
It was a bright, sunny day. All the other young ones were out playing. They were enjoying themselves, running and chasing each other threw the woods. I stayed behind. My father told me that he wanted to teach me an attack, the first attack he taught me.
My father took me into an open field. Surrounded by Oak trees, it was hard to imagine that something like this could be here. The green grass was short. You could tell that the grass eaters had already been there. The grass sparkled from this mornings dew.
As we walked out into the open, I saw a tall stack of grass. My father had piled it up to be around three feet tall. He told me we were going to practice on this stack.
Telling me to stand to the side, he walked up to the stack. He explained to me what he was going to do. >this attack is a basic attack. Simply, you swing your tale at your attacker. It doesn’t hurt them a lot, but it startles them just enough for you to ether get another attack in or to run away.< Then he swung his powerful tail.
What I saw was a black blur. One second his tail was behind him, the next, it was in front of him and the grass went flying into the air. As the grass flew into the air, the grass circled around the aria. After a few seconds, the grass fell back down to the ground; landing all over the open plain.
We took turns practicing on the pile. After each hit, we went around and gathered the grass to pile back up so we could continue to practice.
I focused my mind onto what my father taught me to do. I moved my tail as far away from the Ekans as I could, then with all my might and strength, I swung it into the side of Ekans. I must have done it right, because the Ekans grip on me loosened, enough for me to get out and start to run towards my home.
I was free. Running with all my might, I hollered >Yes! I’m going to make it back! No human will ever catch me!< I thought that no one was ever going to capture me.
At that time, I felt something hit me on the back. It stung worse than a Beedrill’s sting. Before I knew what had happened, my molecules started to separate; they were being pulled into the Pokéball that hit me. Twisting and turning, changing and morphing, I was sucked into the Pokéball. The next thing I knew, I as in darkness. Everywhere I looked, nothing penetrated the feeling of being in this dark dungeon.
I was caught. I tried to free myself. I pushed and wiggled, but to no prevail. I was trapped. I was now some trainer’s Pokémon. Oh no, what will my mother think? I told her that I would try my best to stay away from these things. She doesn’t know that I went for a walk. When she waked up and realizes that I’m not there, she will be worried. I’ll never get to see her again.
From inside my Pokéball prison, I could hear what was going on outside. It was muffled, but I could hear. A faint sound of some beeping. Seven of them in a row, each one a different tone. Some high, some low. Then I heard the trainer talking to someone.
“Hello?…..Is Professor Oak there?…..May I speak with him for just a minute?…..Hello, Professor Oak? This is Chris. I caught another one for you……Yes, this one is different from the other three you have. If I remember correctly you said that you had a Bulbasaur, Charmander, and a Squirtle. And you told me that you have four young, up-coming trainers.….Well, I caught your fourth Pokémon…..It is a Pikachu…..Yes, I know that they are one of the hardest to handle…..Yes, I will bring it to your lab. I place it with the other three. Is that ok?…..ok. I will see you in a minute.”
Oh no. I’m being sold to some one else. >Please! I don’t want to go! I want to stay with my family! Why can’t you people understand that? I just want to go home!< I cried in my dark, dull prison. No one heard, and no one cared. It seems like no one will be coming to my rescue.