Part three of my Pokemon Story...
Out in the corridor, all the trainers were talking about their battles excitedly.
'My Venonat was awesome!' boasted one stout trainer with black hair and freckles.
'Yeah but it was nothing compared to my Pikachu!' sneered another, with black hair, glasses and an arrogant pose.
Jack joined in the conversation. 'Ha! You two should have battled my Poochyena - then you wouldn't be boasting!'
'Yeah right,' sneered the trainer with the Pikachu, 'that's because beating yours would be nothing.'
'Yeah, don't you remember what happened in class?' taunted the trainer with the Venonat.
'Shut up.' said Jack. 'That Makuhita would have beaten both of your Pokemon with its hands tied behind its back!'
He was pulsing with rage and red in the face from embarrassment.
'That'd be difficult, considering it used 'arm thrust'!' retorted the Pikachu trainer.
Jack swung his fist and hit the Pikachu trainer.
His glasses fell off and broke as Pink screamed and the trainer unfolded his arms and flailed blindly at Jack.
'STOP!!' yelled a male tutor with brown hair and a pointed chin. 'If you're going to fight, use your Pokemon. Don't just boast. Prove it.'
'Alright.' they both stammered at once.
They took out their Pokeballs, screaming: 'Chosa!', 'Fang'.
The other trainers had now taken acute interest, some looking worried, others looking excited.
The commands came at once: 'FANG, BITE!', 'CHOSA, TACKLE!'
Fang leaped at Chosa but missed as Chosa dodged and tackled Fang in one go. Fang stood stunned for a while.
'Hmm, it seems your Poochyena thinks too much of itself - it didn't expect that, like it's trainer.' sneered the tutor.
'You'll see!' yelled Jack, as he pointed at Chosa. 'Quick Attack!'
But Chosa was ready and used double-team, at a signal from the trainer. Now Fang stopped, deciding which Chosa to go for - it had created false clones of itself - then charged through all of them. Chosa used spark but missed as Fang dodged it and bit it afterwards. Chosa fell to the floor, having fainted.
'CHOSA!' yelled the boy.
'Pay more attention in class, kid!' snarled the tutor, as he continued down the red-brick corridor.
Jack would have rubbed the loss into the boy's face, but didn't feel up to it. He felt kind of sorry for the guy.
'Don't listen to him,' said Jack, approaching the trainer who knelt, sobbing by his fainted Pikachu. 'you did well, nearly beat me. It could have easily gone your way.' He now extended a hand.
The boy took it.
'My name's Vance.' said the trainer. 'I know you're called Jack.'
Then he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and ran back into the classroom, having returned his Pikachu to its Pokeball.
Continues next time, God willing...
Anything related to Pokemon in this story is not my idea or owned by me, neither are any rights pertaining to them, they aren't my intellectual property, they are the property of Nintendo and I am only writing a short story about them, that is not related to any existing or up and coming Nintendo merchandise.
