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Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned

Darkbadge Saga

Chapter 2: Porygon, Stray or stay?

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Tom and the Porygon were in the midst of Halla town, searching for the 
Pokemon Center. Search as they might, however, neither one of them spotted 
one. "Funny, I could've sworn there was one around here somewhere," Tom 
muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his head as he and the Porygon 
wandered the empty streets. "Porygon, do you have any idea where one is?" 
Tom asked. The Porygon mechanically shook its head.

"A Pokemon Center?" a voice behind them said. Tom and the Porygon turned 
around too see a late-teeneaged girl standing behind them. Although a little 
shorter than Tom, she was about a year older. Her dark sunglasses matched 
her short brown hair perfectly, wearing the hair long in the back. "Tell me 
your joking," she said sarcastically.

"I'm not," Tom said flatly, "Isn't there one around here?"

"Oh yes, there's one here. Right over there," She said, pointing to a 
worn-out building across the street.

"That? That's a Pokecenter?"

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded.

The building had looked like a miniature atom bomb had hit it. Broken 
windows, holes in it's walls, and whatever remained of the paint was slowly 
peeling off.

"What happened to it?" Tom asked the girl.

"Didn't you know?" She asked, "there hasn't been a trainer here for years."

"Then I suppose your not one then, are you?"

"You kidding?" The girl snorted a laugh, "I love Pokemon!"

"Then what are you doing here?"

She swept her ponytailed hair to the side. "I heard that there was some rare 
Pokemon hanging around down here. Speaking of hanging around, I havn't seen 
you anywhere around here. Who are you?"

"Tom. And you?"

"I'm Jennifer, but people call me Jen."

Tom extended his hand to her in a gesture of freindship. Jen just stood 
there, paying it no mind. As Tom retracted his hand, Jen looked down at the 
Porygon. "Nice porygon. Where'd you get it?" she asked, taking off her 
sunglasses, revealing her crystal blue eyes.

Tom and the Porygon looked at each other. "Well, he's really not mine," said 
Tom.

"Oh?" Jen asked, "Who's is he then?"

Tom looked at the Porygon again. "Say Porygon, you never did tell me who 
owns you-"

Just then, Jen gasped. "You bastard, you stole it, didn't you?"

"Stole it?" Tom gasped, surprised. "I did not steal it!"

"Oh, then where'd you get it?"

"I found it on the way here."

"Really. You think I believe that?"

"Yes. Because I did find him."

"You can only buy these things."

"Look, I didn't steal him-!"

"Then he's yours?"

"No, I-"

"-Lemme guess, 'You found him.'"

"Yes"

"What kind of fucking stupid idiot do you think I am?"

"I dunno. How many kinds are there?"

Jen slapped Tom hard across the face. The Porygon bumped into Jen's leg 
angrily as Tom groaned, rubbing his welted cheek. "Whe-re do you get off 
st-ri-kin-g the hu-man?" Porygon demanded.

"He called me an idiot!" Jen snapped.

"Not necc-e-sar-il-ly," the Porygon output. "He as-ke-d ho-w man-y ki-nd-s 
of id-i-ots th-ere ar-e-"

"-Hey, what are you doing sticking up for someone who stole you?" Jen 
flared.

Tom looked angrily at Jen. "The hu-man did not st-ea-l me," the Porygon 
replied blankly.

Jen looked up at Tom, realizing Tom had been telling the truth. "Um, sorry," 
Jen apologized, her face flushing a blush red.

"Serves you right, bitch," Tom muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Jen asked angrily, her anger flaring once again.

Tom looked down. "Nothing"

"You said something about me!"

"I said nothing," Tom said again, looking up into Jen's face.

If Jen had any less self-control, she would have ripped off Tom's head and 
tore out his liver from his neck. Crossing her arms, Jen turned away. "Some 
trainer you are," she taunted, "your only Pokemon isn't even yours!"

Tom looked at the Porygon, then looked back at Jen. "Yeah, well if he was 
mine, I'd beat you in a match any day!" Tom retorted.

Jen smirked. "Then why don't you?" She reached around her waist, brushed 
aside her jacket, and plucked one of the three minimized pokeballs from her 
belt. "C'mon, Tom, I'll take you on!"

"I don't have a Pokemon yet-"

"Then why don't you use that Porygon over there? It seems to like you 
enough."

Tom and the Porygon looked at eachother. The Porygon strode up to Tom. "Su- 
re," the Porygon said.

Tom looked up at Jen. "Okay, Jen, send out your best!" Tom challenged.

Jen could not contain a plotting grin. "Okay," she said, dropping her 
Pokeball to the ground, "Go, Clefairy!"

A red beam of energy shot out of Jen's Pokeball, which materialized into 
some shape, then into a Pokemon. "Clefairy!" the Pokemon cried. Tom pulled 
out his Pokedex.

"Clefairy, the Fairy Pokemon," Tom's Pokedex said. "Clefairy is one of the 
rarest pokemon in the world. It uses its bulk to use attacks like Pound and 
Body Slam. It's signature move is the Metronome. However, like it's 
relative, Igglybuff, Jigglypuff and Wigglytuff, it can use the Sing 
technique; singing a mysteriously relaxing melody which may cause any 
Pokemon or humans around it to fall asleep."

"Clefairy, huh?" Tom mused, "Well, it's nothing this Porygon can't handle! 
Porygon, Tackle attack!" Tom commanded.

The Porygon drove towards the Clefairy at full speed. Just before the 
Porygon could ram into Clefairy, the Pokemon managed to catch Porygon by its 
beak and swing herfelf onto the Porygon's back. clubbing her hands into tiny 
fists, the Clefairy began to Pound away on the back of the Porygon's skull. 
"That's it, Clefairy! Pound that Porygon senseless!" Jen cheered.

"Porygon! Buck it off!" Tom commanded. The Porygon reared up and thrust 
itself in a controlled nosedive, throwing the Clefairy off a good three 
meters in front of him. The Clefairy slowly got up, only to have the Porygon 
tackle her in the mouth. Clefairy wiped the trickiling blood coming from her 
broken gums off her chin. "Clefairy!" she snarled angrily. Almost as 
suddenly as the fight began, the Porygon was now rushing towards the 
Clefairy again, nailing her in the gut. The Clefairy coughed up a little 
phlegm before collapsing to her knee.

Jen could see that her Clefairy was getting outclassed. "Clefairy! Sing it 
to sleep!" she ordered.

The Clefairy took in a deep breath, and started to hum a sweet melody. Tom 
could see the Porygon starting to go off-line, as its eyes were starting to 
dim. "Porygon, don't listen to it!" Tom urged. The Porygon shook it's head 
violently, trying to resist the Clefairy's Sing tactic. And then, the 
Clefairy began to sing. Tom yawned, feeling the effects from the Clefairy's 
song. "Don't, give up, Porygon" Tom said as he struggled to stay awake, 
shaking on the spot.

But it was of no use. The Porygon had gone completley off-line. The Clefairy 
stopped singing, and walked over to the Porygon. "Okay, Clefairy! Finish him 
off!" Jen called, "Doubleslap!"

The Clefairy raised her hand, about to administer the final blow. Just 
before the Clefairy could strike, the Porygon came back on-line, and rammed 
her with its beak, right into the Clefairy's midsection. The Clefairy 
staggered back, fell to one knee, and coughed up some blood. The Clefairy 
fell flat on her back, winded and defeated. "Oh no," Jen gasped, "Clefairy!"

Jen rushed to her Clefairy's side, couched down, and zapped the Clefairy 
back into his Pokeball. Jen stood up and looked at Tom. "Look what you did 
to my Clefairy!" she snarled.

"You're the one who started the match. It's not my fault this Porygon's 
better than that weak Clefairy." Tom smirked.

"Weak?" Jen roared. Jen's face turned red, boiling with anger, and then 
almost immediatley she cooled down. "This isn't over, asshole!" She growled 
at Tom as she stormed by them and into the down the street.

Tom kneeled down at the Porygon. "I'm sorry I had to use you in that fight, 
Porygon. Now you're even more damaged than before."

"That-'s ok-ay," the Porygon replied.

"Well, there's definitly a Pokemon center at St. Baers," siad Tom, changing 
the subject, "I said I'd fix you at one, and I will. Okay?" Tom proposed.

"Al-righ-t.

-End

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