Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon. At all. End of story

~Three~

~Flying on the Winds of Change~

I sighed with relief. My mother had finally let me out of the house…a recorded two hour after I’d decided to leave. She really would miss me I thought until I noticed it was mostly Whip that was getting her anguished goodbyes.

The bulbasaur walked along beside me, he had refused to come with me unless he could stay out of his pokeball. When my mom heard us arguing about the pokeball she argued for me. Which was suspicious until I realised she just wanted to keep Whip at home.

I sighed again, nobody had ever been happier to get out of the house than I.

Now…what was I going to do? There were three main roads leading in and out of my town. Meaning there were three different towns I could go to and all of them had a gym. Considering Whip was a grass type I figured I should go to the water gym first, so we could gain experience and then progress onto the other gyms. Or should I take out the ice gym or the fire gym first so that they were out of the way?

Confusion! Why didn’t they just give us the gyms in order so duo minded trainers like myself could actually decided?! I slumped down in the road.

“Okay Whip you can choose the gym you want to go to first. Fire, ice or water?” maybe someone had some direction.

“Bulba bulbasaur!” I got the basic jist of what he was saying, “You’re supposed to be the smart one you choose.”

“Thanks a lot for that Whip,” I said, he really was a great pokemon…

To tell you the truth I had to use the eeny meeny miney mo method. It worked though I’m not sure for the better…we were as vulnerable as a forest to a fire. Whip looked up at me.

“We can beat those fire types. They’re not all they’re cracked up to be. All we need is a strategy and we’ll cream them, what do you think?” somehow I knew that Whip was not convinced.

“We’ll catch some other pokemon…some that’ll actually listen to me, and they’ll beat the fire gym. You don’t even have to do anything… help me catch a pokemon and then I’ll let you go. If that’ s what you want.” I was dead serious. Whip looked up to see if I was kidding. He looked away when he saw my face.

“Saur,” which I knew meant ‘agreed.’

We decided to find some place to catch some pokemon. And then we would part ways. I never guessed that I would end like this. Nobody ever wants to lose their first pokemon due to irreconcilable differences.

Whip walked beside me. I couldn’t help wondering if that was a hint of sadness I saw in his gait. He didn’t even look at me. His expression revealed nothing about what he was thinking.

We were in an open field; there were miltank, tauros and mareep grazing nearby. My town was an agricultural district so we had lots of domesticated pokemon roaming about. And naturally we had a lot of pests like rattata, and spearow eating our crops.

If this were a movie then there would probably be sad music playing in the background. Almost on cue a pokemon came into our view. I took out my pokedex.

“Nidoran♂

The Poison Pin pokemon. It is small, but its horn is filled with poison. It charges then stabs the horn to inject poison. Native to wide open fields.”

The pokedex chanted out.

“Okay Whip this is it. Give it your all and then you’re free to go.” I could’ve sworn I saw something flit across Whip’s expression.

“Whip use sleep powder! Then tackle!”

A plume of glittering powder shot out of the bulb on Whip’s back. Nidoran gazed at the powder with youthful curiosity. He had obviously never encountered an attack like that before. Poor guy, now we were going to beat him up just to capture him. But such was the way of pokemon.

Nidoran was getting sleepy. His eyes drooped, and his body slowly submitted to the power of the powder.

Whip began charging. It was pretty fast even with its stubby little legs and heavy build.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart cringe as Whip’s mass thudded into the purple nidoran’s. The force knocked the little pokemon flying. Whip looked back at me for orders on what next to do.

I had a pokeball on the ready. I tossed it into the air. Knowing that that ball was going to be the end and the beginning of things for me. It hit the nidoran on its horn and sucked the animal into its bowels accompanied by a red glow.

The ball fell to the ground still glowing, it barely shook before it became dull and remained still with a small ping.

I couldn’t feel happy about my first capture. I forced an overjoyed smile onto my face. It seemed to convince Whip.

“So this is goodbye,” I said it, ignoring the fact that it was straight out of a cheesy movie.

Whip nodded.

“Thanks for being my pokemon. No matter how short it lasted.”

Whip walked away. I had imagined my pokemon journey very different from this one. I imagined my starter and I heading of on a whirlwind adventure. Defeating our foes and protecting our friends. Rising to the top of the leagues. Becoming a master. Settling into retirement together when we were both rusty old creakers.

That’s when it happened.

Two figures ran into the field and snatched up my bulbasaur…my ex-bulbasaur.

He was thrust into a bag. All I knew next was I was running. And not away. After my bulbasaur…my ex-bulbasaur.

I guess you could say I zoned out. My mind had only one objective and all it could think of was that objective and executing that objective.

I already stated that I sucked at running. Today was no different. I still sucked but now my legs had a reason to move. A pure reason. Okay I know I’m getting all sentimental here but you gotta understand your very first pokemon is incredibly special even if you never get on and can’t stand being in each other’s space.

I ran straight up to those kidnappers. I found the wrong end of a gun pointed right at my brain. Instant death if that were to fire.

I could see Whip squirming in the sack they’d stuffed him in.

“So boy you want your bulbasaur back?” It was the voice of a woman. Well this shot down all my chauvinistic beliefs about women.

“Yes I would. Now give it back.” I said, I had to admit I was shaking scared but I concealed this when I spoke.

“Careful boy you’re not in any position to tell us what to do.” This time it was the other person speaking also a woman. Now I definitely believed that women were the dominant sex.

“Please miss can I have my pokemon back,” I decided to change tack, this technique always worked with my mom. Throw in a couple of hugs, and tears and you’ve got yourself a done deal. Well I’m ten years old now I don’t have to resort to those methods anymore.

“Awww the little boy wants his pokemon back,” the women began taunting me.

This was a blow to my ego. A bad blow. And a man and his ego must never be crushed especially by a woman.

Of all the crazy things I’ve ever done, or ever will do I still consider this the craziest. I grabbed the gun barrel and pushed it to the side, out of my line of fire.

“I said give me back my pokemon!” Note to self not a good idea to threaten anyone with a gun.

“Seresu I think we bruised his ego slightly. Get out your gun its time to exterminate this little bug.” These women must be mind readers!

“Metaru the gunshot would alert the authorities. It’s best to take him somewhere remote. We’ll need to get to Anther city if we want to sell this bulbasaur, we’ll kill him then,” It is not the most pleasant of things to hear your own death being planned out complete with time and location.

“It is gonna take us ages to get through the toll gates without being recognised.” Seresu said.

“That’s why your best friend and partner always thinks ahead.” Metaru said, taking out a pokeball.

I have never ever seen a Dragonite until today they’re meant to be legendary. But here one stood, magnificent in all its dragonessant glory.

“Let’s go.”

“Metaru wait we have to tie the brat up lest he escape.” Seresu pulled out a rope. Next thing I knew I was gagged and bound to the Dragonite. I thought stuff like this only happened in movies!

Beside me I could feel Whip still struggling against the confines of his material prison.

I felt him jerk towards me. Metaru had kicked him to keep him still.

“Now if you don’t want that to happen again Bulbasaur then stop moving!” To my surprise, pity and pride Whip kept squirming. I knew I’d raised him good…ha ha.

“Seresu tranquilize him. It’s a job enough trying to get this beast into the sky.” I guessed she was talking about the Dragonite. Seresu pulled out a needle and stabbed it into the sack. Meanwhile I was freaking out. Now I’m not one to get angry easily but I was furious and I showed it. By squirming.

“Take him out too. With the extra strong tranquilizer. If we’re lucky it’ll kill him while we’re at it.” I felt a sharp twinge and then I felt nothing. I could still see but my muscles had…well gone to sleep to say the least. I couldn’t move at all. I could only swivel my eyeballs.

“Right Seresu. You on properly? We can finally get this baby into the air.” Now if you’ve ever been on an aeroplane you’d know the feeling you get when you take off. This was like that except we weren’t smoothly gaining altitude we just shot straight up with a kick of the dragonite’s hind legs.

I dangled quite helplessly. The ground was clearly visible below me. It wasn’t that that scared me it was how far away the ground seemed. Well the fact that I was flying to my death was also a factor in my fear.

Metaru and Seresu kept a steady conversation as we flew. Laughing frequently. I caught drifts of the conversation over the wind beating in my ears.

“…with this money we can start…destroy…ocket…the boy will…starvation…” at that point I stopped listening. They were planning to starve me?!

Man I cannot live without food! Whip wasn’t moving beside me. I couldn’t even feel him breathing. It scared me half to death. Well at least Seresu and Metaru can finish the other half off without too much difficulty.

I felt something hit my face and for a few seconds I couldn’t see anything except black. Then my sight was back. Metaru and Seresu had taken off their cloaks, one of them happening to catch on my face.

I wanted to twist my head to see how they looked. For identification purposes if I ever got out there alive. But my muscles were still disabled.

Turns out I didn’t need to twist my head. Metaru reached down to get something out of the saddle bag they’d slung across Dragonite. I caught a glimpse of her face, and got some of her hair in my mouth. All I can say for that is…needs shampoo.

She was beautiful, a jutting jaw, big eyes, she should’ve been a model. Her hair was purple (A/N anime style). This is always how it is. The beautiful girls are always the ones trying to kill you!

I imagined Seresu couldn’t be any prettier. I was wrong.

“Seresu! You gave it (that meant me) the muscle relaxer? I said tranquilizer! He saw my face!”

Seresu leaned over and looked at my face. Hers was better then Metaru’s if that was even possible. She had a heart shaped face, with large heavily lashed eyes, and long hair that fell everywhere.

“Hmmm…you’re right. No matter we’ll just get Alakazam to edit his memories. That way if he escapes we can frame somebody else.”

“You’re a genius. We won’t let him escape. If he does we’ll find him. And we’ll kill him. You hear that, brat?” I couldn’t say I hadn’t.

END PART THREE

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Salutations

the Abstract Noun