The Outcast
Part 3
General
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo, Game Freak, etc. It does NOT 
belong to me. 

Continued from part 2... 
Isaac could barely sleep, since he'd be getting his first Pokemon the 
next day. ((That's the brief summary, onto part 3!))

He woke up hours before his alarm went off. Isaac was in such a hurry, 
he didn't bother to look at the clock or tell his parents saying 
that he was off. 

He ran and he ran and he ran and then an idea hit him. He turned right at 
the last minute, still running, towards Mike's house. He'd show that 
kid once in for all.

Isaac tapped lightly at Mike's window. 

"Psst! Hey! Wake up sleepy head!" Isaac said in a whisper. He rapped 
the window again. "Psst! Come on!"

Finally, after a couple minutes of this, Mike finally pulled up the 
blinds, eyes swollen from the lack of sleep.

Mike gave Isaac the one-second signal, closed the blinds and came back 
out a couple minutes later.

"Sleepy head? Look at the time bozo! This is BEFORE the early birds get 
up," Matt said in a groggy voice. 

"I'll show you the Seviper," Isaac said firmly.

"You mean as in a picture you drew from your brain?" he said jokingly.

"No. I mean the real thing." Isaac's voice was dead serious. "Come on, 
it's at Professor Elm's lab."

****

Mike threatened to collapse on the road as the two started running 
towards Elm's laboratory. 

Isaac knocked on the door frantically, and knocked on Elm's chest again 
on accident. 

"Sheesh, I do that a lot," he muttered to himself.

"What on earth? What are you two doing here?" Elm asked in a croaky 
voice. "Oh Isaac, it's you. I'm guessing you're here for Seviper?"

"You bet!"

Mike's eyes widened in shock, and Isaac savored every second of it.

"Well you're licensed, and Seviper's ready to go. Mike, you got a 
Sandshrew as a present right? I got you licensed too. Come on in," Elm 
seemed to have awakened in the last five minutes.

They entered a room in the lab, where the Seviper was. He seemed to be 
awake, hungry. Elm groaned, muttering something about Sevipers and 
their appetites. He went into a closet off to the right, and poured out 
three spoonfuls on Pokemon food into its bowl.

"Since this Seviper was raised at such a young age, it's very tamed and 
docile. However, it still has its vicious instincts so you have to be a 
little careful. It still has some emotional stress from being 
abandoned. And Mike, I assume you're going off with Isaac right?"

"Uh...well it was supposed to be a surprise, but hey Isaac, wanna go with 
me to become Pokemon masters?" Mike said.

"Sure, why not?" Isaac said. Isaac was glad he got a traveling buddy 
with him; otherwise he was most definitely going to get lost in 
forests.

"Here's Seviper's pokeball, and I added its data onto your new 
pokedex!" He handed Mike and Isaac brand new, shiny pokedexes.

"Sweet! Seviper! Return!"

The massive viper materialized into a red beam, and returned into the 
pokeball.

"Good luck Mike and Isaac, hope to see you challenging the Elite Four," 
Professor Elm said.

Mike was still pretty speechless at the sight of this new Pokemon, and 
most likely a little envious. But then, he remembered his Sandshrew and 
was thankful that he at least had a Pokemon at all. He knew many people 
that would probably never get a Pokemon in their lifetime.

They shook hands with the professor, went home to say their final 
goodbyes, and met at the city boundary.

"Dude! That's so awesome! You got a Seviper! I never heard of those 
things before!" Mike exclaimed.

"Neither have I, it was abandoned and I found it being chewed up by 
Houndours so I rescued it. Go! Seviper!" Isaac called out his Seviper.

The serpent seemed to have remembered that Isaac saved it's life during 
the brief seconds it was able to open it's eyes. He immediately smiled 
((as much as snakes can smile)) at Isaac, and licked Isaac's face.

Of course, lick was also an attack so Isaac was nearly paralyzed, but 
Seviper didn't lick that hard.

"HEY! ISAAC LET'S BATTLE!" Mike said. "GO! Sandshrew!"

"Sandshrew. Sand" cried the yellow mouse.

"Go! Seviper!"

"HISSSSSS! SSSeviper!!" It towered over Sandshrew.

"Shrew!! EEK!!" 

"Hand in there, buddy, scratch attack!"

"NO! Seviper! Wrap! Then lick!" Before Sandshrew could attack, the huge 
snake wrapped its body around Sandshrew, nearly choking it. Then, 
Seviper licked harshly against Sandshrew's cheek, paralyzing it.

"Snap out of it!" Mike urged. Sandshrew shook off the brief paralyzed 
moment, and started scratching uncontrollably at Seviper's midsection.

"Don't let that bug ya! Wrap harder!" Soon, Sandshrew could barely 
breathe, and it was seeing black spots.

"Defense curl! Now!" The mouse curled into a ball, no longer being 
affected by the wrap attack. Lick wouldn't work either.

"Seviper! Throw Sandshrew!" Isaac commanded. Seviper did as told. The 
serpent loved this. Finally, Pokemon he could battle. He liked Isaac 
better than Greg by a long shot.

Seviper picked Sandshrew with its hind tail, and then threw it. Sandshrew 
hit a tree that happened to be there, and fainted.

"Dang...that Seviper packs a wallop." Mike said, his head lowered in 
submission. "I'll just twitch my eyes in silent protest."

"How about taking Sandshrew over there to the Pokemon center hmm?" 

"Oh ya, and that too." 

Since Seviper got scratched up, Isaac also placed Seviper in the 
center. During that time, he grabbed a sandwich ((free to trainers)) 
and started eating one. Mike followed suit. 

"Mmph, you guys are awfully early. Your battling probably woke up half of the 
neighborhood," Nurse Joy said sleepily as she place Seviper and Sandshrew's 
pokeball in the Revival Machine. She yawned, and rubbed her eyes.

"Yo, I think we should give a nickname to our Pokemon. After all, they're our 
starters." Mike suggested.

"Hm...Venom sounds too girly...Poison is too gay...HEY I GOT IT!! How about 
Fang? After all, Seviper has huge fangs." Isaac said.

"Good point," Mike acknowledged, "I think I'll name my Sandshrew...BLADE!!" Mike 
shouted in enthusiasm.

"Blade? Are you referring to Sandshrew's miniature sized claws? That kind of 
blade? How sad." Isaac said mockingly.

"Well, when it turns into a Sandslash, it looks like it has blades on its back." 
Mike said. 

"Ah."

"Ok guys, your Pokemon are fully healed, now be quieter when you battle ok? It's 
still 6:30." Nurse Joy said cheerfully. Out of earshot, Joy grumbled something 
about thinking the early morning thing was only when starters were given out.

"Ok, thanks! We'll see you later, if we ever come to this town again." Isaac 
said. 

****
The pair walked through the grassy trails just out of town. They occasionally 
spotted Pidgey and Rattata, but both Isaac and Mike were conservative when it 
came to choosing Pokemon, they only wanted the strongest. Besides, the Pokemon 
they actually saw ran away too quickly.

The next town, Cherrygrove, was about ten miles away. Hundreds of trails and 
several woods covering a huge area separated the two towns; it was easy for two 
people to get lost. Fortunately, Mike remembered to pick up a map at the Center.

"Let's see, at this fork, we take a left...going towards that tree shaped like a 
Caterpie," Mike said, his eyes furiously studying the map.

Isaac and Mike entered a huge forest, with hardly any sunlight penetrating. 
Spinarak infested the huge oak trees. The trail was barely recognizable, covered 
by weeds and...

"EEW!! THAT'S CRAP! FOR REALS!! THAT'S A BIG PILE OF S***!!" Mike said, his neck 
hairs standing on end. Mike's short blonde hair seemed to stand even higher, and 
his green eyes started paling. 

"Get over it," Isaac said. "It's probably dung from a Weedle, nothing we want to 
catch."   

"It is physically impossible for a Weedle to be able to contain that large about 
of crap." Mike informed.

"Let's let the Pokedex tell us," Isaac said, pointing the pokedex at the pile of 
dung. "And get this stupid ordeal over with you pansy," Isaac grumbled, soft 
enough so Mike wouldn't hear.

"This dung is from the Pokemon Raticate. Raticate use the same area to do their 
business, and will continue pooping there until they die," the pokedex told 
them.

"I didn't want to know that much about pooping habits of Raticate," Isaac's 
tanned face turned a slight shade of green.

"Whoa, I want a Raticate!" Mike said. Isaac gave an exasperated sigh. "Ok, so 
they don't have the best stats in the world, but neither does your earthworm, 
and Raticate looks somewhat menacing, especially for beginners like me." 

Isaac rolled his eyes. Then he sighed. 

"Ok, you can catch it. But how?" 

"Simple. Eventually, this Raticate would have to uh...come back so we'll just 
wait under cover of that bush," Mike paused to point to a prickly bush, "and 
wait for Raticate to come back."

So wait they did. Hour after hour after hour after hour. Finally, when the sun 
started to set, the Raticate they were waiting for came. 

"Here we go," Mike whispered.

"Huh? Wha-? I just woke up. Mmph."

"Go! Blade! Scratch!" 

Sandshrew scratched the surprised Raticate. Then, Blade lost it's footing and 
fell in the pile of Raticate dung. Raticate tackled Blade, and the undignified 
Sandshrew scratched so furiously, Raticate fainted. 

"Go! Pokeball!" After several beeps, Raticate stopped struggling, and Mike 
caught his first Pokemon. 

"Sweet! Now let's clean you up Blade."

Sandshrew didn't get the Blade thing, since Mike forgot to explain his Pokemon 
about its new name in his hastiness.

"Shrew?"

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: I'm wondering if these episodes are too long for you people. 
Please tell me. Since my name is pretty far down on the registered user's list, 
I won't expect that many reviews, but if you happen to see this...reviews go to 
gotrice6321@hotmail.com. Cya guys later. Part 4 is being worked on. As soon as I 
click "save" =)