It is at this moment I find myself ready to leave and continue my journey. “At the same time, isn’t the leader, like, really shady? I heard Giovanni likes to recruit like, young kids?” But it’s really stupid how it randomly shut down.” “Well, shit, what are new trainers supposed to do then. “Yeah, it's closed and there’s no notice on the doors, so I don’t know why.” “The senile one who drinks coffee liquor and calls it his morning cup of joe?” “Hey, do you remember the gym up north? The one near that old man’s house?” They’re gossiping, may as well listen in while I’m here. Trainers of varying skill levels, healing or going upstairs to. While sitting, I take note of the people going in and out of the Center. Well, I’m at least working on becoming faster, so the fact I got away at all means my effort has paid off. The only problem is that I have little legs, meaning I’m not very fast yet. I guess it gave me an opportunity to scamper away. I don’t know why I thought punching him was a good idea, but I did. maybe I’m just getting stronger now that I’m ten? All of that felt like a moment from a comic book. The next few minutes are spent catching my breath while Axel is taken in by the proper authorities and I give my testimony, so I won’t have to appear in court unless necessary. One person seems to call the police while the nurses quickly begin making sure Clark and I are healed up. I barely make it to the Pokémon Center before another Poison Sting flies into the door frame. There’s the Pokémon Center! Just a little further. I feel needles hit my backpack, thankful it’s protecting me. I break into a run, going as fast as my little legs can carry me. There’s a growl or hiss to his voice, so definitely. you just slug me in the jaw?!” Rage fills his voice. what do I do? Without really thinking, I manage to punch Axel in the mouth. I hold Clark so he doesn’t try to attack Nidoran-this Pokémon is too strong for him to fight right now. I maintain eye contact in case Axel tries anything. What’s happening to me?Īs we prepare to fight, I keep taking gradual motions towards Tokiwa, hoping someone can eventually help me. I open my mouth slightly, but no sound comes out. Is something making me stay standing? Normally I’d be sitting down. I already know I stand no chance against him, but I still can’t run away from this fight. “Are you stupid?! You could stand next to a garbodor and be the uglier creature.”īefore I get the chance to apologize, Axel’s Nidoran launches itself forward, using Double Dick on me. If things like hissing are considered taboo, then why did humans evolve from felines?! maybe I’ll get there faster and someone else can stop him. I used the wrong form of “you” again, didn’t I? Slowly backing away. What does this mean? Stop shaking! Why did I try to hiss?! That’s aggressive behavior!Īxel pushes me away and lets out his own Pokémon- a male Nidoran. I manage to ask while stifling a hiss, “What do you want from me?” I notice how my breaths are longer or heavier than usual. I want to run, but my legs refuse to move. the other kids look either scared, concerned, or are actively ignoring the situation at hand. How much head trauma can I get in a single day? Before I can react, someone grabs my shoulders and turns me around. I’m barely past another patch of tall grass when a rock hits the back of my head. Ignore the loud and heavy footsteps behind you, Red. Maybe just a small smile? I don’t emote well. Pretend to smirk, maybe I’ll actually not be nervous if I keep faking It. People are intimidated by people who do that. We take the time to calm down after the encounter and keep going towards Tokiwa. Wait that made no sense, the bird wasn’t running. As the flying type zips past, one final Scratch sends the bird running for the hills. Pidgey takes advantage of this and tries to tackle Clark again, missing. Clark tries to attack again, but misses due to the sand in his eyes. While the bird is still at close range, he rakes his claws across the opposing Pokémon's front, prompting it to try using Sand Attack. It dives down and rams into Clark, launching him backwards. My head turns, following my Charmander as he barely clips the feathers of a pidgey with his claws. because there’s more than one species? Before I have the chance to really look, Clark leaps, using my head as a launchpad. What was that? I hear something but can’t pinpoint what-it sounds like a bird. I think Clark can tell I’m nervous, because he’s vigilantly looking around. What do I do when everything feels like a potential threat?! Fold your arms, maybe the scary looking people will leave you alone. If he’s safe and healthy, I’m safe and healthy. Tilting my head, I let my eyes dart about while my ears move. Some of them I recognize from school, others are complete strangers. When we’re finally ready to properly set off to start our journey, Clark hops to my shoulder and we head out to Route 1.
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