Chapter 4
"Well… This is it." I announce.
<We are going to go in aren’t we? > Phobias asks.
"Yeah…" I respond, "Let’s go."
We enter the gym through 2 large steel doors. The inside is just as black as the outside. Very dim lights illuminate the arena. Phobias and I continue on to the trainer’s box.
"So…" a new voice asks, "You wish to battle for the Apocalypse Badge?"
I nod my reply.
"Good." The voice returns. "It will be a 3 on 3 battle. No time limit."
"2 on 2." I debate.
"Fine." The voice answers, "2 on 2. No time limit. Begin."
I grab Java’s pokeball and toss it into the arena. "You’re up Java." I order.
"Go Charmander." The voice commands. A small lizard pops out of the gym leader’s pokeball.
Java grits his teeth (if he has any).
<I HATE CHARMANDERS. > He interjects into our minds. He charges forward and starts pounding on the Charmander until it is lying on the ground unconscious and bleeding.
<You Pussy. > Drowzee taunts. <Don’t touch my smores. >
"Very good." The gym leader compliments, "but will it be good enough. Go Houndoom."
"Return Java." I command, recalling my Drowzee, "Go Phobias. Flash." I order.
Phobias floats into the arena, the star on his forehead sending a extremely bright light around the arena.
"Now finish it with Ice Beam." I command.
Phobias thrusts his palm forward, a column of ice shooting out of it. Houndoom takes the hit head on (literally).
"Return Houndoom." The Gym leader recalls his frozen pokemon, "You are a trainer with considerable skill. I admirer you."
"Thanks."
He nods. "As proof of your victory over the Viridian City Gym, I award you with the Apocalypse Badge. Congratulations."
I accept the small pendent from him. A small fireball shaped piece of metal with a black skull in the middle.
Outside of the Gym
<That was relatively easy. > Phobias declares, <Hardly even a challenge. >
I ignore Phobias’ gloating as I head back to the Pokemon Center.
"Pokemon Tournament." I read aloud. "Test your skills against trainers from around the world. No Pokemon is too weak nor too strong. Compete in 10 rounds of action packed battles. The 2 winners, through a process of elimination, will battle each other in the finals. The victor receives a pokemon of the element of his or her choice. The runner up will be awarded with a Silph state of the art lava lamp. Competition starts on the 31st of June."
"Crap, that’s tomorrow." I realize.
At the tournament:
"Do you think he’ll notice us?" a familiar Valmarian Spirit asks.
"If you can keep your bloody tall of yours under that damn trench coat." The other replies.
"Nobody cares if you have a tail these days." The other argues, motioning to a group of girls admiring an Ekans. "That thing is nothing but a tall."
"That is the pokemon you dumb ass." The other explains, "Do you see any trainers with a tail hanging out from under their trench coats?" the other reasons.
"No one else is wearing a trench coat." The other continues.
"Shut up." The other finishes.
Meanwhile:
<This will be all too easy. > Phobias brags.
"Do you ever stop talking." I demand.
<Well, technically… I’m not talking. > Phobias explains.
"Hey Ben." A feminine voice greets.
I wince as I turn around.
"S***." I curse under my breath.
<It’s nice to see you again Miss Rachel. > Phobias returns, bowing to her.
A few minutes later:
"This first match will be Tom Araya versus Ben ******. Begin."
"Go Valmarian Spirit." Tom orders, his eyes glowing a familiar sinister red.
"Why me?" I complain sending Phobias against the demonic creature.
Background Music: On
Slayer: Hell Awaits: Kill Again
(I know most of you have probably never heard of Slayer, so bare with me. Also, I hate Music in fanfiction. I just had this stuck in my head, so I typed it up with the story. Besides, it’s a pretty cool song. )
"Phobias, Freestyle." I command.
The Valmarian Spirit lunges in with fire covered fists. Phobias counters with a Thunder Wave.
Lurking in the Dismal Fog
Phobias then counters with a powerful Psybeam.
Hungry for your blood
Seeking harmless victims
Satisfy my needs
Phobias then launches a powerful elbow to the back of the Demonic spirits back, sending it flying earthward. Phobias Teleports to the ground, the flies up, fist crackling with Electricity. Two mighty thunder punches burrow into the apparition’s chest. It squeals out in pain.
Schizophrenic lunatic
Uncontrolled desire
Rape and Ravage Lady fair
Pledge to die
Phobias fires a hyperbeam at the winded demon, rendering it unconscious.
<And to think they were unbeatable a day ago. > Phobias brags.
The other, disguised, Valmarian Spirit charges onto the battlefield.
"You no what to do." I command.
Phobias nods.
No apparent motive
Just kill and kill again
Survive my brutal thrashing
I’ll hunt you down till the end
My life’s a constant battle
Phobias launches a Zap Cannon.
The rage of many men
Homicidal Maniac…
The remaining Valmarian Spirit tumbles to the ground, recklessly.
Kill the preacher’s only son
Watch the infant die
Bodily Dismemberment
Drink the Purist blood.
The Valmarian spirit makes contact with the ground, it’s head exploding on the hard concrete floor.
Music Off
The crowd is silent, an awkward silence. After a long and eventless 2 minutes, I jump in the air celebrating.
"That’s what I thought." I bragged, "Not so f***ing big as you like to lead on. I despise you."
"Weellllll." The announcer declares, "I guess under certain circumstances that Ben ****** wins by default… in a way." I lounge back.
‘Glad that’s over.’ I think to myself.
<Me too. > Phobias announces.
"DAMMIT PHOBIAS, what have I told you about reading my mind."
* * *
Finals: Viridian City Pokemon Tournament
"Our final match will be Ben ****** against Rachel *********." The announcer declares, "Both trainers will be allowed to use up to 6 pokemon each. No time limit. Begin"
"Go Phobias." I command.
My Kadabra floats onto the concrete battlefield, taking a defensive pose.
"Go Wartortle." Rachel orders.
Rachel releases her newly evolved pokemon. It also takes a defensive pose.
"Thunderbolt." I direct.
"Withdraw." Rachel cries out in fear for her Pokemon’s well being.
Wartortle pulls into his shell just in time to avoid any major damage from the electric attack.
"Phobias, confuse ray." I command.
Phobias’ eyes glow an illuminating white. A beam of light shines onto Wartortle’s withdrawn body.
Wartortle’s arms legs and head appear out from his hard protective shell.
"Thundershock." I finish.
Phobias launches a much weaker version of his Thunderbolt at the dazed Wartortle. Due to the effects of the confusion, and the now revealed tender spots, the Thundershock successfully defeated the Wartortle.
"Return Wartortle." Rachel recalls her fainted pokemon, "Go Wooper. Water Gun."
"Double slap." I order.
Phobias takes out the Wooper with 2 slaps to the head before it released its stream of water.
"Return Wooper." Rachel commands, "Go Horsea."
"Spark." I command.
A small electric ball flew out from Phobias’ palms, rendering the pokemon unconscious.
"Return Horsea." Rachel sadly ordered.
"Return Phobias." I commanded. Phobias teleported to my side.
"Go Golduck." Rachel ordered
"Go Java." I commanded.
Both pokemon came out of their pokeballs. One in a fighting stance, the other asleep.
"Golduck, Water Gun."
A column of water fired out of Golduck’s pointed beak towards the sleeping Java. A second before the water hit Java, he teleported above the Golduck. Java belly flopped on top of the duck pokemon, rendering it unconscious.
Rachel looked down, disappointed, as she recalled her fainted pokemon.
"The victory goes to Ben ****** of New Saffron." The announcer decides.
I walk over to Rachel’s trainer box.
"Thanks for the battle." I comment.
"What do you want." Rachel demands in a low sad tone. "You’ve already won. Did you come to rub it in my face."
I snicker a little. "No." I reply, "It’s not my style."
She looks up at me with her curious brown eyes. "I just don’t get you."
"What’s to get?"
"Oh… um nothing. Shouldn’t you go collect your prize."
"Yeah." I reply. "Wait here will you?" I request.
A few minutes later:
"Lets go." I order.
Rachel looks up at me. "What do you mean?" she asks.
"We were traveling together weren’t we?" I question.
She smiles at me. "Yeah. Lets go."
We walk out of the stadium.
Later: At a Diner:
"What did you get for winning any way?" Rachel asks
"A Natu." I answer.
"You name it?"
"Psyclock." I answer
"Cool." Rachel replies, stuffing another mouth full of spaghetti into her mouth.
Authors Note: I’ve decided to develop the characters past and personalities a little. Some suggestion about Rachel would be nice. I’ve already got Ben figured out. He’s a mix between me, what I want to look like, and a comic book character (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac). I would also appreciate some feed back.