Disclaimer: Can people stop asking me if I own Pokèmon? I don’t.

Harriet

Harriet arrived at the Pokèmon centre soon after leaving the cave, and Jigglypuff was soon healed. While Jigglypuff was healed, Harriet was itching to ask something.

“Is Milotic strong?” Harriet asked Nurse Joy. The Nurse looked genuinely surprised.

“Why, yes! Why do you ask?” replied Joy.

“My Feebas just evolved, and I only just started. Would it be strong enough to beat Brawly?” enquired Harriet.

“Certainly! Of course, that Milotic is my favourite Pokèmon might cloud my judgement…” answered Joy. Harriet sighed. Now she could probably beat Brawly, with a bit of luck. Her Jigglypuff was healed by then, so she left the Centre, and headed towards the Gym, her hand clasped tightly around Milotic’s pokeball. When she got there she found Brawly at the back of his dark gym, and had to fight her way there. After stumbling about a bit she heard something to her right and ran that way, but, instead of finding Brawly, she found a different trainer.

“I am Laura, and I challenge you to a duel! Go, MEDITITE! Use double kick!

“Ah! Slow down! Go, MILOTIC! Water Pulse!” Milotic and Meditite appeared in a flash of light, and both used their attacks at the same time, sending Meditite crashing into a wall, but it wasn’t out yet.

“Grrr… Meditite, bide your time!” growled an angry Laura. As far as Harriet could see, Meditite hadn’t done anything…

“Hmmm… ah well, WATER PULSE!” yelled Harriet.

“Millllloootic!” (sure!) answered Milotic, once again firing watery ripples from her mouth. However, Meditite merely sat there, doing nothing.

“Now… MEDITITE! RELEASE ENERGY!” bellowed Laura, and Meditite suddenly sprung forward, and hit Milotic for as much damage as water pulse.

“Milotiiiiic!” (OWWWWW!) yelled Milotic, and hit her foe again for all she was worth, finishing it off.

“No…” said Laura quietly. “I was beaten…by an amateur…”

“Great job, Milotic! I’ll have to train Jigglypuff, too, though.” Harriet congratulated her Pokèmon. Returning her faithful friend, Harriet walked on and realised the room was brighter now.

“Hmmm… the more trainers I defeat, the brighter it gets!” said Harriet to herself, and moved on. Then she heard movement.. To her left now… There! A man… but… not Brawly. Harriet sighed.

“Will I ever find him?” she muttered to herself. She walked over to the other trainer, knowing a challenge would come. It did.

“You! I am Hideki! You will never beat me, let alone Brawly! I challenge you!” yelled the trainer arrogantly, pulling a pokeball out of his pocket. Harriet sighed.

“I’m getting sick of this… GO! Milotic!” Harriet sighed. The long, snake like Pokèmon popped out, raring to go. At the same time, a Machop appeared, flexing it’s muscles.

“Milotic! K.O. it before it attacks… Water Pulse!” bellowed Harriet. The signature watery ripples flowed through the air, smashing Machop into darkness.

“WHAT!? How…?” yelled an infuriated Hideki, returning his beloved Machop before slinking back into the shadows.

“Hmm… Milotic, you need a rest!” Harriet said to her Pokèmon. Turning round, Harriet left the gym to heal her Pokèmon. She hoped she could get to brawly eventually… nasty, nasty dark rooms. That was another thing she wasn’t fond of… darkness… But then, it wasn’t the dark she hated, it was the Zubats and bug Pokèmon that LIVED in the darkness she disliked. She entered the Pokèmon centre and handed the nurse her Pokèmon, before leaving and heading to the mart…

Alex, James and Matthew…


“Can we take a rest now??? My legs are nearing ‘dead’ status, and I’m STARVED!!!” complained James, stomping his feet to wake them up.

“NO! We have to get to Mauville before dark… Though I admit my legs are on the road to death,” answered Alex, not turning round to look at James. They kept on walking like this for sometime, with James asking “are we there yet?” every five minutes, making Alex SERIOUSLY pissed. Suddenly, there was a strange, high pitched “SqueaK!” coming from ahead. There it was again… and again… and again!

“Argggghhhh!! I’m sick of this!” yelled Alex. Then, a little head popped out of the grass… A pichu!

“Pi! Pi! Piiiichu! Pi! Pi! Piiiichu! Pichupi!” it squeaked.

Chameleon hopped from Alex’s shoulder, ready to fight.

“Pi!” pichu squealed alarmedly, hopping back, then crouching down, all the fur on its back standing straight up. (a bit like a cat, thought Alex) Suddenly, a great jolt of energy shot from it, aimed straight at Chameleon. Luckily, he managed to dodge it.

Alex knew that move. In the competition hall recently set up in Mossdeep, he had seen that move used many times… zap cannon! The most powerful, but least accurate, of lightning type moves. There was no WAY a Pichu could learn that without a TM.

“Great job, Pichu!” someone said, stepping out of the tall grass. “I’m Blaze, Pokèmon master to be!” He had red hair, falling down to his shoulders, a black T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. The Pichu leapt into his arms, and another Pokèmon, a Pikachu, stepped cautiously around his legs.

“Pika?” it asked its trainer.

“Whassat? You’ve seen this trainer before?” replied Blaze cheerfully. The Pikachu nodded vigorously, hopping up and down on the spot.

“Hey… I saw you at the grand master Pokèmon competitions in Mossdeep! You entered that Pikachu!” exclaimed Alex.

“True…” Blaze admitted. “I did. But, I challenge you to a battle!”

To be continued…

Yay! My first cliffie... my revenge on Blade-Chan (Heck, even I, The GREAT Dooping Marauder, am calling her that now... And thanks to all reviewers... I should update more often... (shuffles off)