Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Renewal ❯ Chapter 3

I know, I know, it's clichéd *Sigh*

Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Chapter 3

 

For a long moment, Lance stared at the legendary pokémon, as if doubting his sight. Finally, he shook his head.

“To what do I owe this honor?”

Mew giggled as she floated in front of him. < Nothing! You passed my test just fine! >

“… Test?”

< Yes. The other legendaries were unsure of if you had truly repented of your actions at Cerise or not. I say you have. That was all! > She grinned brightly, as Lance edged away, slightly disturbed by the cheerful air effusing out of the pokemon and polluting his sanctuary.

“I understand. I will not take up any more of our valuable time then.” Lance said blankly, and turned to the next patient. The Spearow cocked one beady eye at him and squawked loudly.

“Hush. I know it hurts.” Lance soothed, and held out his hands.

Viridian's Power came through for him once again, as it had ever since his childhood, and he smiled fondly.

Mew watched him as he worked through the injured ones before breaking for dinner, freshly grilled fish that Ptera had caught and wild herbs.

 

< You really love pokémon, don't you? >

“I suppose you could put it that way - I try.” Lance took another bite of fish. “Want some?”

< No thank you. I prefer berries. > Mew said.

Lance nodded, as he finished his meal quietly. Night was falling, and soon it would be time for bed.

Mew watched as he slept, and then zoomed off to find Bruno. It was time to see how he felt about this new world.

After all, he was the main problem now…

 

After a few minutes, Mew left in disgust. Bruno might have started out with a noble goal, similar to the other Elite Four, but now he only cared about ruling the world. He could not think much further than his next glass of wine or his next sexual escapade. There were pokemon dying all over the continent because he had destroyed the Centers, but he didn't care…

She flew back to Lance's cave, and found the Dragon Master fast asleep, curled up with his dragons, and smiled.

It was so ironic how things had turned out…

 

Hitmonchan winced as he saw the young man dragged down to a cell by a pair of guards, an Alakazam and a Machamp. Red was brave, but foolish, and he should have never challenged Bruno to a battle.

Red had won, but Bruno had more firepower. After all, he had hordes of brainwashed pokemon at his disposal now. His Hitmonlee had destroyed Bill's transfer system, and he had gained access of all the pokémon through that mechanism. Deadly and devastating…

Now, was there any hope?

He wasn't sure.

 

Agatha had been forced to place control bracelets on all the pokemon, and as the badges were still at Cerise, it had been simple for Bruno to harness that energy towards control. How long had he been planning it, they wondered?

In any case, the Fighting trainer was more than happy with the way things were working out.

Soon… the world would be his.

 

Something had to be done. Hitmonchan clenched his fist as he realized what he was thinking. This was worse than treason, wasn't it? If he let Red go, that would be betrayal… he'd have to KO the guards too…

But if he didn't let Red go, than the boy might die, or worse yet, become one of Bruno's newest pleasure slaves.

Hitmonchan shuddered at the thought. No! He couldn't let this happen!

So even if it cost him his Master's respect, he had to save Red… with that thought in mind, he began to pack quietly.

Bruno hardly noticed, drunkenly hugging Yellow while the girl cried silently.

Red…

She had cheered for him silently, ashamed of her state of undress, but he had barely glanced in her direction. And he had been impressive, defeating Bruno soundly, but then Bruno had refused, and then his pokémon had attacked Red directly, so now the Champion was deep in the dungeons and no one would be able to save her!
She sobbed for her hero, fallen.

If only she could do something! But the bracelets on her wrists hurt, and she knew that Bruno could probably control her mind with them too.

She cried.

 

Hitmonchan shuddered as he walked down the stairs. The other pokemon saluted blindly or ignored him, since he was one of Bruno's chosen team. Machamp was guarding the cell, while Alakazam napped.

Huh. Funny. Machamp said, with a frown. All he's done is sit there and stare. I kind of expected him to be angry, or fight, but…

Well, Master Bruno did take his pokemon away.

Ahh…

Want some milk? Hitmonchan indicated the tray of food in his hands. He doubted Red would be able to eat anything at a time like this.

Heh, sure. Toss me that burger too.

 

After Machamp had eaten, he began to feel sleepy and before long he was out like a light. Hitmonchan quickly unlocked the cell and carried Red out. He made it up the stairs and out the door with no comment - Bruno was fast asleep by then, and the other pokemon were brainwashed fools who could only understand simple commands. After that, he ran as quickly as he could towards Lance's sanctuary.

He reached it four hours later, and deposited his burden as he collapsed in front of a surprised Dragonite's eyes.

 

End Chapter

Completed 12/28/06

Mew spies on people and I just made it giggly because I felt like it.