EVERYONE: - Ongoing 5000 Years and What?

[Umby]

This is a fanfic that I am making. I'm just posting this as a small teaser. See if you like the idea!

Prologue

In a world 5000 years after the events of Sinnoh and Team Galaxy, the species homo sapien have developed the power to become attributed to 1 of the 18 different types of pokemon. Peace reigned throughout the land for a period of 4900 years.

During that time of peace, the different types began forming about 3000 years after the events of Team Galaxy. Humanity in its whole prospered and the first masters of each type were worshiped as the Grand Masters. All 18 of the Grand Masters passed down their traits to the next generation, and now all people have at least a little of one Grand Master’s blood inside of them.

In society, when a person was born they were given a pokemon that was born with the type of the newborn within the past 3 days and were given their partner for their life. Laws were passed for children to learn about how to control their power at the age of 5, so they could hone their powers and help the whole of mankind. Tournaments every year raged to give the best trainers and their pokemon recognition and fame throughout their land.

The types tend to stick together, therefore each type have a certain settlement within the five regions: Kanto, Johto, Houen, Orre, and Sinnoh. A rough amount of 4 types lived in each area. Kanto teems with arcane types, while Johto has regular types and in one case a hardbitten tribe. Houen had mostly waterborne tribes, while Orre had the sandstorm enduring types, and Sinnoh had the rest. The tribes next to eachother know the other tribe well, while the farther away tribes have almost no relations with them. Some intertribe marrying cases have been found, though within most tribes this is frowned upon.

Now closing down on this time, there have been many civil wars breaking out between close tribes, all within the same time period. For 100 years, this has been happening. And even closer to the year this story partakes in, only 7 years before this time the fire tribe teamed up with the Dragon tribe and completely destroyed half of the Ice type’s cities. The Ice type has not been able to fight back due to the dwindling number of types backing Ice up, and most debates have been about what to do with the remaining members.

Now, this story is strictly about what somebody did to try to get this hostile period to end. 1 person from each tribe was taken into a game show, and put in a two trainer team tourney. Now, the teams were formed by taking the hostile types and pairing them together. An example would mainly be Ice and Dragon. This story focuses on one person specifically from the Psychic Tribe, and his experience within this show. As you may be thinking right now, a game show will not spur too much action. But wrong you are my friend… very wrong.

 

[Blackjack Gabbiani]

Sounds interesting so far. Although what else has been happening? It seems that technology has been set to the side for that time.

 

[Umby]

Actually, technology has advanced majorly, but some of it has been rendered null because the Ice tribe wouldn't need refridgerators, right?

The next chapter will be up soon. By soon I mean within two days' time.

 

[Umby]

Chapter 1

In a small secluded room, eighteen people were knocked out cold, each lying on a separate bed. The beds were bunks, about six to a stack, three stacks. There was a table in the middle, and a few chairs. It looked like a combination of a bedroom and a living room, packed into a small area.

After a while, one boy started to stir. He wore a ragged shirt; it looked even a bit too big for his skinny body. His head was covered with a full head of shaggy brunette hair, and his pants were jeans that reached way too far down his legs onto his shoes, which read “Seclude”, and looked almost like the word said they were, completely away from reality, though you couldn’t tell why. The boy who fit this description started to move, and even got up on his bed. The air around him felt cold and not understanding. He sat down, twiddled his fingers, and waited for the other seventeen people to wake up.

Slowly, over a period of about three hours, each person woke up. All had a different personality. One girl with a scarlet pigtail hairdo was slamming her fists on the door, and screaming, “Let me out of here! LET ME OUT!” One looked like he was comforting another, one was pale and soaking everything in, and some were even finding people to talk to. A few really realized what they were: Captives.

One in particular seemed to stare at that first boy to wake up. He studied every inch of him, and looked deep in concentration. Then, he spoke.
“I see you’re from the diminishing Ice Tribe.” A few stopped fiddling around and looked at the pitiful boy.

A few moments later, the adolescent responded. “You are correct. Not like I could be anything else.” The words crept around the room like frost on a cold day.

Now heads turned to the person who knew the adolescent’s tribe. He took his time weaving his words. “Yes, you are a bit… chilly, if you catch my drift. My name is Lucian. And yours?”

Many heads were now turned towards the Ice tribee, who whispered in his weary tone, “My name is of no importance to most, but if you need to know…” he paused for a second, and then continued, “I am Veilend.”
All conversations before this event struck up again, and the two guys who once spoke went back to looking around, or in Veilend’s case, just sitting there.

However, only a minute after introductions started up, the door opened. The red haired girl was knocked back by the opening girl. The other girl who was soothing a young boy who was crying immediately ran to her and started checking her injury.

The man started speaking in what seemed to be a low baritone. He said little words, and none of them were reassuring to anyone, except for the ending. “Do not try to escape. You will be stuck here for a while. Food will be sent in an hour or so.” He then slammed the door shut, and then new subjects about food struck up once again.

The caring girl was talking to the injured one. “So, where does it hurt? I learned this from my elder, who is experienced with aromatherapy.”

“I see you’re from the ‘fabled’ grass tribe. Hello. It hurts on my left side of my head, thank you. I’m from the Fighting Tribe of Orre, thank you.”

The small boy who was crying was now walking towards the caring girl. He seemed to be from a family who had at least the money to supply him with good nourishment and clothing. He seemed about the age of eight, and he wore a tank top that read “Splish Splash” and had a slashing insignia around it. He looked pretty strong all around, especially his upper body, and it showed real well with the tank top. His shorts looked like they came from Dewford. In fact, that was exactly where he came from. He walked up to the girl and hugged her. She seemed a bit surprised, but then turned her head around and saw who was hugging her. She patted his head, and left him hanging on her body.

“Awngely, howsee you doing?” He spoke like an eight year old would talk, though he had a lot of trouble with the girl’s name.

“I’m doing fine, thanks! You seem a bit better than you did a hour or so ago, huh?

“Yeah, Isee doin’ fine!’

The red haired girl piped up. “Well, that’s just dandy, Isn’t it?” The boy hid behind “Awngely.”

“Aww, you’re ok Blake. She’s a friend. He name’s…”

“Kristen.”

“Kristen, right. Go say hello!”

Back to Lucian, he saw that he was going to be trapped for a while. But he didn’t really move. He just eyed the other seventeen children. Looked like the emotional boy was the youngest, and a chit-chatty boy in the corner, maybe about twenty, was the oldest.

Then, the door opened a second time, about forty-five minutes earlier than expected, but all the better for the captives. It was the man again, but with a silver platter. He walked inside the tiny room, closed the door, and placed the tray upon the table. He then opened it to show a nice amount of fruit and a salad. Not the best meal, but the kids were starving. They dug right in.

The man slipped out once more, this time without the kids knowing. And also, the kids did not know what lied right in front of them, in the future.

 

[Umby]

Chapter 2

An hour later than when the meal started, the 18 kids were still inside the same room, albeit they had fuller stomachs. Some of the kids started sleeping again, as well as Blake, he needed more sleep being the youngest. Lucian and Veilend were staring at each other once again, but now the glares were accompanied with other words.

“Can you guess what tribe I’m from?” That came first, this from Lucian.

Veilend looked like he was thinking for a second or so, but then responded a few seconds later, “From the Psychic… Clan?”

Lucian nodded, and the conversation dropped.

“Awngely”, who’s real name was Angela, was still talking. She did have a thing for talking, and she couldn’t stop easily. Right now it looked like she was talking to one of the other boys, in fact the oldest one.

“So, you’re, like, our leader, huh?”

“I guess you could say that. I like the ring of that!” The boy nodded, and then demonstrated his power. He made a rock formation grow out of the ground, shaped like a chair. In fact, that’s exactly what it was, a chair made out of a clay-like substance.

Angela looked overjoyed. “Ah, you’re part of the Rock Clan?”

Silence, then an answer. “Yes, I am. I was the best at manipulating rocks to do my will, the best in class if you say so.” The people still awake then started to walk towards the oldest. One boy with a buzz cut and blonde hair piped up.

“Show us some more of your power!” However, the oldest never got around to doing it, because at that time, the door opened and a different man than the first came in.

The man was bald, though he had a cape and lustrous yellow eyes. He had a hint of darkness around him, though it was the known trademark of the Dark Tribe. So no worries. Kristen woke Blake up, since the man demanded everyone to be awake for the announcement.

When everyone was awake, they all took in the man’s features, the nonexistent chin, the huge eyebrows, yet there was one thing about this man that struck everyone’s attention. He was the shortest of them all, sans Blake. Then, the short man spoke.

“You all have been chosen to be partaken in one of the most wondrous things known to mankind, or at least of this time and age. You will be the first stars of a Reality TV show! And may I add, the only stars.” There were gasps, though a few stood still, not quite sure what to make of the words. “The show is called ‘Bitter Rivalries’. I shall explain, though you must follow me. And there is no choice.” And right at that moment, a few people just like the first man who had given them the first warning when they arrived appeared right behind all the kids, and were pushing them towards the short man. He walked in a straight line through the building. Nobody could stop to look at the weird and interesting building, as they were being pushed by the men.

However, there was one big room with a HUGE TV on one of the walls, and near another wall there was a huge field painted just like a stadium’s floor. The man then led everyone else into a room a bit bigger than the room that they quartered in. They all had a seat, since the huge pushy men were forcing them to sit. Once again, the short man started to talk.

“Each of you will be partnered with someone that your tribe would not like. For example, Ice with Dragon. So unfortunate your tribe was destroyed.” He leered towards Veilend, who sat completely still, though the room had a very significant temperature drop. “So, please, C-Men, please guide the partners together. But before we start, I would like to take questions. Yes… you’re name’s Angela, right?”

“Yes sir. Ummm, why did you choose kids, and not adults? Wouldn’t that make more sense?”

“Well, this show is trying to tell people how warring tribes could get together. I know you guys are chained up to your spot here, but we know you would bolt first thing. Yes, we know you would, Surge.” The blond haired kid winced. “So, older people would have deeper hatred for the tribe they would be warring with. And that wouldn’t make for a good peace show, right?”

“I guess so.” Angela said, then nodded.

“Ok, C-Men, do your thing.” The “C-Men” as they were called, then guided people to their partners. Veilend was paired with a girl with scars all over her. She seemed like a rage burned inside her, but wasn’t showing it as Kristen was all the time. Lucian was paired with Kristen in fact, and the two didn’t seem like they would get along too well. Blake and Angela were paired up, and everybody else was given another person to be with, for a total of nine teams.”

“Ok, so the teams are Fighting/Psychic, Rock/Normal, Ice/Dragon, Steel/Fire, Flying/Electric, Dark/Bug, Grass/Water, Poison/Ground, and Ghost was paired up with the Pure Type.”

“Now, each team will be escorted-” he then looked around at his hit men, “-to a room. I hope most of you can live together, because that’s what all of you are going to do with your partner. You and your partner will be shown on TV going against another team in battle. This shows people how the two types can work together. It’s almost like a sports league. But you and your partner aren’t fighting it alone. You will have one pokemon of your type that you had before we got you here.” He took eighteen pokeballs out of his jacket, and handed one to each person. Lucian found his Alakazam, Blake got a Floatzel, and the like to everyone. Lucian studied Kristen’s pokemon.

“Well, I see you have a great style. A Hitmonlee.” Sarcastically, he smiled towards Kristen, who started getting angry.

“Well yours isn’t that much better! MINE DOES ROUNDHOUSE KICKS!”

Angela and Blake were admiring each other’s pokemon, and Veiliend was doing his ignoring stare into an open space, while the Dragon Tribee was petting her pokemon, and Dragonite, fiercely.

“I’m so glad to see some of you are having a good time. Make your stay here the best you can, because you will be here for quite some time. C-Men, usher them to their rooms!”

(PS, please critique my story!)

 

[Umby]

Chapter 3

“Umph! Hey, I demand that you let go of me! Harumph, this is uncomfortable.” These cries were heard throughout the room, coming from Kristen when she was picked up by her feet, and was being drug out of the room by one of the C-Men. Not many people took notice of this, as all of them knew that it was impossible to escape. Except one. A boy with off-colored blue hair made his hands make a few shapes, and the hitman who was carrying him was flung back into the wall opposite to the door.

“Hmph. I see that you resist. Even if you can control pure energy, I control you. Watch.” At that moment, the boy looked like he couldn’t move anything, then his hand was twisted backwards, and screams of pain enveloped the room. There was not one eye looking away from the poor boy. His hand then fell limp, and the screams decreased to a heavy breathing, but there were obvious signs of pain in his eyes. He regained control to all parts of his body except one, his arm. Whoever this boy was, he was crippled.

“That will teach you from messing with me, Rupest. Now, I suggest nobody tries to escape, or you will end up worse than this Pure Tribe member. Now you, Rupest, are just like your ancestor Grand Master.”

At this point, some of the people reading this account now must be wondering about the pure type. They aren’t a type of pokemon, per se, but they could control spheres of pure energy, making their attacks a doozy. Their Grand Master has been described as a righteous man, having a good sense of justice. This is why the pokemon Togekiss and the legendary Jirachi are affiliated with this tribe.

At this point, the almost all the C-Men were out of the room, each carrying one person. They headed down a corridor that connected to the Stadium Room. Within the hall there were an intersection with a hall that ran straight through from the right, and continued to the left. The hall they were standing in now continued for a little while after having an arch making the opening a half-oval and then stopped. Where it stopped, there were three doors. They had signs above it, reading, “Ice/Dragon” (the far left), “Rock/Normal” (the middle), and “Electric/Flying” (the far right). The arch that connected this hall to the one with those doors was painted red.

The C-Men stopped at the intersection and waited for the small man. When he caught up, he started to speak, and the prisoners were let down for the time being. “These are your quarters. You will find them much better than the first two rooms you were in, and the only three downfalls are that you will be captive, you will be living with your team partner, and that you will eventually have to fight other teams. More details on the fighting tomorrow. However, I would suggest the lot of you should get used to your surroundings. You will be seeing it for a while. However, I shan’t leave without a housewarming present. Here, take this.” The man then held out a computer. “Shouldn’t be too hard to install. This computer will give you updates on what’s going on. It will be giving you dates for when events happen, or times for the matches between two teams. And you could even be in the battle. You will have to check the computer at least once every day, and no, there are no internet connections. So no checking e-mail or anything. Alright, I think it’s time to show our captives their rooms, right? You know what to do.”

The men once again picked up the adolescents, and then carried them through one of three locations, straight, right, and left. The halls looked exactly like the others, except the sign over the doors said different things, and the arches were painted differently. The right arch was blue, and the left one was yellow. Kristen, Lucian and Rupest were taken through the yellow arch, Angela and Blake through the blue, and Veilend and the Dragon Girl were taken straight, through the red arch. The crippled Rupest was taken to
There were six people in the yellow hallway, six in the red, six in the blue. Then, the C-Men walked back into the first hallway, and the small man started to talk once again. He shouted this time, though. “Open, rooms, close, halls!” No one knew quite what that meant until the sound of unlocking rang throughout the halls for a moment, until a wall closed up the arch so they couldn’t exit the hall. They were really captives now.

Lucian looked around. He was really good at telling who was who. Rupest and Kristen he already knew, and the signs above the doors read, “Fighting/Psychic” (far left), “Pure/Ghost” (center), and “Steel/Fire” (far right). The three people he didn’t know were standing there, silent, taking in their surroundings. “One of them, a girl, looks very mysterious, almost like a fortune teller. That must be the ghosty. The one with the red hair boy, and what seems to be a firey personality is… fire. No duh. And the last man must be Steel. He looks the part too, he looks almost indestructible.”

At last, someone spoke. Kristen walked up to the Steel Tribe member and combed her hands through his hair. “So, you’re cute, so you must be steel type, right?” At that point, everyone, despite the eerie air, and even though they were stuck in a hostile area, they all started to chuckle a bit. “This team seems not to be too hostile towards each other. A good start.”

The man who was being flirted by Kristen then spoke. “I see you have good tastes. My name is Brass. What’s yours?”

Lucian spoke up. “Her name is Kristen. I’m sure she’s head over heels for you.”

Kristen turned and looked at Lucian. “And you who aren’t cute… uh, Lucian, right? I know we don’t get along, but let’s make this relationship much better. If we keep on fighting, we will make it hard on everyone. Especially Brass here.”

The ghost member spoke up as well; she was easily the youngest out of everyone here, though she was ten, not younger than Blake. “Heh, I see you have a thing for him. I forsee a huge crush. Though I cannot tell if it will stay for too long… Ah! I see you guys have not met me before. Silly me. I am, at least in my tribe, Stugafluffariggerticaby. But you can just call me Ticaby. I like-“

“Hello, I am Blaze. People tell me I am hyperactive but I can’t see why they say that. I like lots of things. I like pie too, as well as many other things-“

“Slow down there tiger. I can’t believe I have to deal with this.” Brass said, his voice layered with disbelief.

“Heh, he seems a bit, active.” Rupert chuckled a bit. “I suggest we walk into our rooms.”

Everybody thought it was about time to do that, so each team went into their corresponding room. The room was a lot bigger than the first room, and definitely more comfortable. Kristen had the computer, and found that if you plugged it in, it started working.

The room was very posh for a captive’s room, in fact, better than almost everyone’s house. There was a comfortable couch, with a TV (though it wasn’t anything fancy, it was even like the TVs 5000 years ago!) and two beds. There was also a kitchen loaded up with lots of food products. There was even an upstairs, consisting of a psychic and fighting pokemon friendly.
There were punching bags, pokefood, and a move training machine. The Alakazam and Hitmonlee were left up there to play.

Although things looked bleak and yet somewhat good at the same time, things would get much bleaker, from the mysterious small man.

End of Chapter!

Now, please respond to this thread! Tell me what you think. If you don't respond I don't know who's reading it and what they think. It would be so much better if you responded. Thanks in advance.

 

[Umby]

BUMP!

Alright, sorry for the HUGE pause of the chapters. I had a job at a camp for two weeks, and now I'm back. I will now be making new chapters. AND PLEASE POST YOUR COMMENTS. I cannot make my story better without readers commenting!

 

[Lunaira]

I like it, you should write and post more, nyu! ^__^

 

[Umby]

I like it, you should write and post more, nyu! ^__^

A REPLY! *pumps fist in the air*

I'm halfway done with the fourth chapter, and you will see some action in this one. Now we're going into the actually meat of the story. BWAHAHAHAHAH.

 

[Lunaira]

Yay! I like to read and write, so I'll be waiting to read it, nyu! <3

 

[Umby]

Chapter 4

As for right now, things looked ok, the rooms that everybody was moving into did seem like a luxury hotel. However, this did not fool anyone. They were still prisoners of a… REALITY SHOW.

The yellow team seemed very friendly towards eachother, the red team could beg to differ. Veilend did not seem very happy about having to stay with another person whose tribe he hated. Most of the time after he was trapped inside Scarlet Hall (the hall connecting all of the Red Team’s rooms) was spent deducing how Dragon Girl, or did she say her name was Jessica, was a bad partner.

And she always talks about herself at no end! She pays no attention what-so-ever to me. I wish I could get rid of her, but patience is required.
The other Red Team members didn’t really like eachother, but on the other hand, didn’t have a huge rivalry between their two tribes too much. In fact, the only tribes in this team who had a feud were Veilend and Jessica.

Moving on to the Blue team, there were feuds everywhere. Although Blake and Angela didn’t have a problem, but the others did. Bug and Dark bickered the rest of the day about who was more powerful, while Poison and Ground refused to talk to one another. Sounds like fun times.

***
At the Yellow Team base, things were shaping up nicely. There weren’t any arguments, and most were just lying on their beds waiting for something to happen. The only exception was Ticaby. She was sitting straight up with her Gengar trying to think up ways to scare the sleeping Rupert. At that time, the door opened, and Kristen appeared. She seemed a bit extra happy.
Ticaby motioned to her to stay quiet. Then, her Gengar sprang into action, levitating his gassy body over Rupert, who was still sleeping. Gengar then turned invisible. Right after this, Ticaby woke Rupert up, who slowly sat up. He then started to shiver.

“Did someone turn up the climate control, ‘cause it feels mighty cool…” whispered Rupert, which jumped back at the sight of Gengar materializing in front of his face.

“GAH! Not a nice trick, Ticky!” Rupert was breathing heavy for a minute, then when he slowed down Ticaby and Kristen laughed their hearts out. Another minute passed until they stopped laughing, and it decreased into a small giggle. After another minute of calming down (three minutes?!) Kristen began to speak.

“We, Lucian and I, were thinkin’ about inviting you two, Brass, and Blazer over for dinner. I don’t feel comfortable sitting by Lucian alone. He’s a bit of a bore, if you know what I mean. Heck, he doesn’t seem to have a bit of a personality.”

Ticaby looked excited and looked like she was about to speak, but Lucian spoke up before her. “That seems like a good idea. Who here is a good cook, though?”

Kristen did seem a bit troubled by that, but it didn’t seem to really worry her too much. “I dunno, but Luci should be cooking. At least I hope.”

“Sounds promising, Kristen, now get Mr. Talkative to get off his lazy ass and get this dinner started?” Ticaby could not wait another second. She dashed off out of the room and started pounding on Kristen’s room.

“C’mon Rupert, seems your partner’s hungry. You go ahead, I’ll go and inform the other two boys, fire guy and… Brass…” Kristen dazed off for a moment, then ran to the far right door.

Rupert chuckled to himself, “What a troop. Lets hope they can fight as well as they can eat.”

***

As it turns out, Lucian makes a pretty good carrot soup, or at least for what they had in the refridgerator. All they had that would taste good in a soup (who would put chicken wings in a soup?) was a few carrots, chicken broth, and maybe a few spices here and there. Ticaby and Lucian were so full they didn’t do much other than sit there while the others were still eating. Blaze was over feeding the pokemon some pokefood and whoever wanted the broth some of the carrot soup. Kristen was flirting with Brass, and Rupert was just staring at the pokemon eating while sipping his soup delicately.

However, just as Lucian picks up another spoonful of the soup, the computer whistles a tune that sounds like a news jingle. Everybody, and I mean everybody in every team moved towards their computer and read the sentences displayed on the screen: “Fire/Steel of the Red Team VS Dark/Bug of the Blue team.” The sentence was accompanied with directions for the combatants and the spectators, or the other people who were not fighting. Rupert looked towards the two participants of the fight. He nodded, then went over to the door and opened it. The wall that closed them off was now open, with one of the C-Men standing in the middle.

Blaze and Brass nodded, both looked somewhat sad, then called over their pokemon. Blaze had a Magmortar (a fearsome sight) and Brass jumped on his Metagross (an even more fearsome sight, though it sparked more awe than dread). They all walked out of the door, big enough to fit the pokemon. The four of them walked straight towards the C-Man, while another four from the opposite side of the room emerged from one door, and walked to the C-Man. The C-Man then walked straight through the hall they took to come here, and other C-Men rushed through the passage. They ran to the doors, opened them, and told the others to come out. Kristen looked devastated to see Brass go. Rupert, Ticaby, and Lucian followed the C-Man who ordered them to come out and follow.

***

“Welcome one and all, to the first episode of Bitter Rivalries! I am your host, the mysterious C. Now that everyone knows the setup of the show due to what my assistant said earlier in the show, I think you deserve some action, right?”

At that time, a sign facing the audience of 16 lit up. It said, “Applause”. So everyone applauded until the sign turned off. Veilend was the only one who sat still, and said to Lucian, “What a way for an old guy to get some kicks. Torture us to like this sick reality show.” Lucian nodded.

“Ok, for our first battle, we have The Fire and Steel team!” Applause again. “And in this corner, we have the Bug and Dark team.” More applause, but every time the sign lit up, the clapping got less and less enthusiastic. The old man glared at the audience, giving a look that scared a nice amount of them.

“Cut that glare out of the final show, alright editors?” He then continued his spiel. “To remind you of what’s happening, this is a battle until all four of one team faint. Now lets get a look of the field” Then the camera stopped rolling, and the real side of the old man kicked in. “WHY THE HECK DID YOU GUYS STOP CLAPPING! I promise if you guys don’t clap well every time… ugh. Fine, I’ll get canned clapping. So much easier than ripping each of you from the inside out, right? Alright, now everybody look towards the field.”

The field was a regular pokemon battle field, albeit a lot bigger. “Now, watch what happens when I throw something inside the ring.” He then threw a pebble towards the ring. When the pebble hit the boundary of the playing field, the pebble triggered an electric shock, and fell down to the ground crispy and burnt. Everyone gasped. “And that is why nobody’s leaving. Especially you, audience. Now, C-Men, fetch me my sound-affect-maker.”

The pokemon and people inside the ring looked a bit scared. Then, what looked like to be the referee approached the Fire/Steel team. “Ok, there aren’t any dirty tricks like tampering with the field, or anything of the sort. However, fight-wise, anything goes, but any attacks to a pokemon or person after fainting is disallowed. Ok, get ready for a good fight!” The zebra then walked over to the other team and explained the rules.

“We’re back with Bitter Rivalries! Hope everyone likes a good battle, ‘cause that’s what’s coming up!” The sound-affect machine let out a good wave of clapping. “Alright ref, take it away!” The camera centered in on the ref, who said his line with a dramatic flair.

“Now… lets… START!” Now a few “WOO!”s and clapping came from the sound-affect maker.

The dark guy had an Houndoom, and the bug girl had a Ninjask.

Blaze started the match by demonstrating his power to light himself on fire, and it was quite the spectacle. His body shown bright with the intensity of a star. It blinded many who didn’t have the sense to close their eyes (Veilend, by knowing the Fire Tribe well, knew this) and the Ninjask was stunned. Brass also closed his eyes, knowing the plan of his partner in advance.

“Metagross, use meteor mash on Ninjask!”

“Magmortar, flamethrower on Ninjask!” It looked like Ninjask was in deep trouble. Ninjask was blinded for a minute, but he speeded skyward and dodged both attacks.

“I see your pokemon’s clever. Can he dodge this?” Blaze then jumped in the air with his hands ablaze, and smashed Ninjask before he could tell what happened. Ninjask slammed into the electric wall behind him, got zapped, then fell straight to the ground. Ninjask was still for a few seconds. “Ha! Looks like you pokemon is down for the count-“ But Blaze spoke too soon, as Ninjask got up from the dent in the ground and flew up once again. While the fire type was off-guard, the Dark type person let out a pulse of darkness. Blaze fell back, and the attacker stood up straight.

“I see you’re not as clever as you look. I am Wardos. Prepare to meet your doom- ACK!”

Taking the same trick from Wardos, while his guard was down, Brass used a meteor mash on him and sent him flying up in the air. Blaze jumped up and got ready to smash him downwards, then little bugger sent a silver wind his way and knocked Blaze out of the range needed to hit Wardos. “Nice to meet you, I use a codename for my real one, call me Dinja.”

A fight broke out between the pokemon, Magmortar shooting flamethrowers towards Ninjask, and Metagross ineffectively meteor mashing Houndoom, who melted Metagross. The referee noticed this and called out “Metagross down!”
In the sky, Dinja and Blaze were duking it out, both unable to score a hit on each other. Brass and Wardos both got hits on the other, but no real damage had been dished out yet. Houndoom then sent a flamethrower towards Brass. In a spark of brilliancy, he recepted the flamethrower without a fuss. His metal body started melting, but it gave him an advantage. He charged into Wardos, and connected. The hot metal scorched Wardos, and he cried out in pain. The burn marks on Wardos were serious, and he fell down to the ground unconscious. “Dark, down!” Yelled the referee. The remainder of the yellow team started to cheer on their comrades.

At almost the same moment, a flamethrower connected with Ninjask who fell straight to the ground, KOed. “Ninjask, down!” More cheers.

Brass, who at the time was cooling down, had his body back in place. “Sorta hard to live when your friggin’ BODY is falling apart.” He then went up to challenge the Houndoom who melted Brass so effectively. “Now for something truly fearsome, bullet punch!” Brass zoomed around the room as fast as a speeding hover car. One, two, three punches connected with the Houndoom. Houndoom staggered back. Brass looked at the Houndoom, who looked like he was down for the count. However, there was one more trick up his sleeve: swagger.

Houndoom increased Brass’ power a nice amount, but confused him. He wouldn’t be able to tell the enemy from himself! With that, the Houndoom fell down, and that was that. “Houndoom, down!”

With a three versus one, the match should have been easy. However, Brass started trying to bullet punch Blaze. The cheering from the yellow team part of the audience stopped, and everybody watched with dread in their eyes as they remembered that they had all been kidnapped, and now were attacking each other, just for the entertainment of an old man, and whoever was sick enough to watch the show.

Brass had to be stopped. Magmortar and Blaze took him out of his misery of attacking his partner, by launching a simultaneous flamethrower. That knocked Brass out of his senses, and he was on the ground unconscious in a second. “Steel down!” roared the referee.

Around the three fighters were five bodies of unconscious people and their pokemon. The sight made Blaze feel sick about fighting these people, but he steeled his senses and started to speak. “So, it’s just me, my pokemon, and you, Dinja. Lets end this.” Magmortar charged with a flame punch ready to knock the bugger back into his hive. Dinja was hit hard in the stomach, but Dinja also appeared way up in the air, floating! In fact, there was a hundred of the same person!

Double Team. Darn it, it was hard for Blaze to recognize anything that wasn’t Dinja right now. Then, all of them started punching Blaze and Magmortar, and they were stunned beyond belief. When the barrage ended, Dinja stood in front of both of them, taunting.

“So, ready to give up, blazer boy? I could go on all day.”

Blaze and Magmortar were both breathing heavily, and had bruises all over. “Not yet. I can still beat you…” Magmortar, who was behind Dinja, charged with a flame punch from the behind. Dinja just jumped over Magmortar’s head in the nick of time, and then shook his head.

“More attacks. Too bad, you will lose anyway, just the harder way for you.” Dinja separated into many copies, then sent them towards Blaze. Blaze was unfazed. He charged through the fakes, and jumped on Magmortar’s back. Magmortar sent him high, then Blaze charged up a flame wheel. Only the sound of buzzing bugs and the crackling of flame echoed throughout the arena. Then, Blaze charged downwards towards Dinja at such a speed that it was almost unseeable.

Then, smoke flew straight around the action, the last frame was of Blaze an inch above Dinja’s face. When the smoke cleared… Dinja was on the ground KOed, and Blaze was standing, looking down at his victim.

“Team Steel and Fire is the winner!” The audience stared at the carnage, not quite sure of what to say. Some were happy for the Yellow Team win, some were outraged at the Blue Team loss, and all were unhappy about the pain that was felt within the match.

Blaze, however, looked happy for the moment. He whispered to the still body of Dinja, “I said I would getcha.”

 

[Lunaira]

Poor blue team, but I'm happy for the yellow team too. I'll be waiting tor ead more of this when I get back in mid-July, nyu! ^__^

 

[Umby]

Whoops, I'm noticing inconsitency everywhere! One I notice right now is the Rupert/Rupest name change. Sorry 'bout that, lets now just use Rupest as his formal name, Rupert as the nickname.

Problem fixed hopefully.

 

[Umby]

Alright, for the people who actually read this fic (hopefully many), I'm sorry about the no chapter for a while. Well, I've been lazy. I have the storyline I need for the next chapter, I'm just not taking the time to write the chapter.

In short, I'm very sorry, and that a chapter "should" (could be) up this week. Thank you for your patronage.

 

[Umby]

To show that I have not given up on my fic, here's the beginning of the next chapter. Bad thing is, this is all I have on the next chapter. Oh well, at least I now can say that I started on the next chapter.

"Not much was happening after the match. The Red Team was very worried about what would happen to their own partnerships after the matches. All the people and pokemon within the last match looked wasted, and Blaze was the only one who stayed conscious after the match, though he and the others were immediately taken to the medics, whoever they were.

Lucian, Kristen, Ticaby, and Rupert were all sitting down on a couch watching TV and waiting for the two injured winners to come back. It didn’t take long. After twenty minutes of flipping through boring reruns, the sound of the hall opening made Kristen and Ticaby spring from their seats. They rushed out the door to see Blaze and Brass walking towards their room’s door, scratched and bruised here and there, but all-together much better than they looked on the ground in the arena. Kristen and Ticaby sang praises about the battle."

 

[Umby]

Here we are, the next chapter is ready!

Chapter Five

Not much was happening after the match. The Red Team was very worried about what would happen to their own partnerships after the matches. All the people and pokemon within the last match looked wasted, and Blaze was the only one who stayed conscious after the match, though he and the others were immediately taken to the medics, whoever they were.

Lucian, Kristen, Ticaby, and Rupert were all sitting down on a couch watching TV and waiting for the two injured winners to come back. It didn’t take long. After twenty minutes of flipping through boring reruns, the sound of the hall opening made Kristen and Ticaby spring from their seats. They rushed out the door to see Blaze and Brass walking towards their room’s door, scratched and bruised here and there, but all-together much better than they looked on the ground in the arena. Kristen and Ticaby sang praises about the battle.

“So, how badly were you hurt after the battle?” Asked Kristen.

Ticaby screamed, “Yeah! Yeah! Did it hurt?”

Blaze and Brass were very tuckered out, but they managed to smile. Brass blushed a bit, and lightly punched Kristen in the arm. “It hurt all right, but it wasn’t enough to take me out for good! I’m a fighter.”

Blaze was unimpressed with his partner’s response. “Um, to my information you can’t be killed. And no joking about the pain, it was immense.” Blaze seemed out of character. He sat down on the ground, cracked a smile, and crashed down to the ground. Brass started laughing.

“Hah! Guess the battle really takes a lot out of you. Now, Blaze is right, it did hurt a lot, especially where the fire scorched me. I now have a slightly misshapen stomach, though it should be ok. The medics here apparently aren’t going to let you die too soon.” Brass then stretched out his arms. “Ok, Ticaby, can you carry Blaze to a bed? We can’t just let him sit here.” Ticaby nodded, and Blaze was lifted up into the air by Ticaby, and she motioned for the others to follow.

Brass, Ticaby, and Kristen made their way into the room to see everybody still watching TV. Rupert looked towards the returning warriors, and smiled. “Hey, Lucian, they’re here!” Lucian turned towards Brass. He got up and shook his hand.

“Hey Brass, looks like your bud is conked out. And I thought he would NEVER stop moving, that one.” Lucian said sarcastically. Ticaby ran over to her bed, and placed Blaze on it.

“So,” stated Lucian, “I guess we should be getting to sleep.” He pointed towards the clock, which read 9:00 PM. Everyone who was awake nodded, since they were all tired, and said their goodbyes. Brass, Kristen, Lucian, and Blaze (who had to be carried out and placed on his own bed) walked out the door, and to their rooms where they would sleep.

***

The old man slowly paced around his bedroom. “ The plan is going quite nicely,” thought the old man, “but it has just started. I hope I can pull this off. Then again, why couldn’t I-” then, he fell to the ground, sleeping.

All around the old man, was the color deep purple mixed with black, swirling around the room in a confusing haze. He got up from where he was laying, and then audibly said, “Hello, master. I have been waiting for you.” Then, a sight so horrible appeared that the strongest willed man would even cringe at its head. A black billowy cape flowed majestically at the bottom. Then, the neck had a red necklace that could have contained the souls of the newly dead, it was so spooky. And the head had two deep red eyes, which pierced like spears through the hearts of mankind. Then, the creature started to speak.

“Good job, Greevil, you have completed the first phase of the plan, and the second is already underway, I see. I am glad that I have chosen you to be the ringleader of the plan. Then again, who else would I choose? The first person to receive the power to control the dark from me, and the head of Cipher.

The man named Greevil nodded his head. “Yes, and there is no way that you cannot be brought back from the underworld and wreck mankind from the inside out. The dark tribe will rule all… Darkrai.”

***

The next day, over at the Blue Team, nothing was happening, except when the one who called himself Dinja and Wardos came back yesterday with his head half-wrapped in a bandage. Dinja stirred up a bit of trouble here and there, though he was very friendly to Blake and Angela. Wardos was the main trouble-maker, coupled with the ground person called Connor. Wardos and Connor would play practical jokes on the other teammates and would team up and make Blake cry. Angela, Dinja, and the poison elemental named Leah would help cheer Blake up again.

Blake was a very emotional kid, who would be happy one moment, but sad the next. Angela tried her best to keep him happy all the time, but fortunately Blake would pull his own weight once in a while. This was good, as Angela could visit the others while Blake was fixing himself a sandwich.
Wardos and Connor would plan what to do next in their free time, and their Houndoom and Dugtrio would sometimes play upstairs in the pokemon training grounds. However, Wardos and Connor were not going to pretend that staying captive was the way to go. They would plan something that might just set them free.

***

Veilend was stuck with a team of four girls and a boy. That’s right, the boys were outnumbered. It was living hell for Veilend, as he never really got along with the other gender well, but for Surge the electric elemental, he was a ladies man. The girls would run from Surge to Veilend, back and forth and back and forth. Veilend tried as hard as could to ignore them, though it was tough, since they were always asking questions. He would always send them back to Surge, saying that he’d like to be solitary. The only he really liked at least an ounce was Jessica, his partner.

Jessica, when she learned she was bragging too much, stopped immediately. She was a bit different than all the other girls, since she wasn’t quite as girly. She had wavy brunette hair, made into two braids. She had a sleek figure, since most people who trained in the Dragon arts were very strong.
Most of the time, Veilend was honing his chilly skills with his pokemon

Abombasnow. When the girls went inside the room to check up on Veilend, they would step right back out because of the freezing temperatures. “That’s one of the upsides for being in control of cold temperatures…” thought Veilend.

***

Near the middle of the day, each partnership was pulled one by one to do a video profile for the show. Unfortunately, if you tried to stuff cries of help into it, you were punched by the C-Men until you were sore, and you were made to redo the whole thing. Pretending to be somewhat happy when you’re actually a prisoner of a crazy mad-man is a very hard task indeed. The more classy profiles were Lucian (who knew better than to disobey orders), Blake (cute factor off the scale), and Surge, who came off very classy and sharp. Dinja’s real name was revealed to Wardos, who chuckled off-screen as he continued his profile. Eventually, Dinja stepped out of the camera’s range and punched Wardos until he would shut up.

Rupert was a whole another story altogether. In order to cover up for Rupert’s lost arm, he had to lie about losing that arm’s connection to the nervous system by accident. Rupert was very inflamed about this decision from the old man, but he threatened Rupert by saying, “You don’t want the other arm accidentally cut off from your body too, Rupest, eh?” That made him get quiet, and he had to comply with his orders.

***

At night, Wardos and Connor slipped out of their rooms without a sound. Connor nodded and started to do the plan that they made that afternoon. Connor had his Dugtrio make tunnel under the wall so they could get out. Wardos and Connor had no trouble going through that part of the plan, but Dugtrio made the tunnel a bit small.

When they got out of the tunnel, Wardos created a shroud of shadows over them so it would be very hard to be seen. “The plan is running smoothly,” thought Wardos, “too smoothly.” Indeed, he was correct. The guards were looking the other way completely when they creeped by, and even when Connor tripped over a guard’s boot (“It was an accident!” harshly whispered Connor) they didn’t seem to notice.

The task of finding the door was very hard, but after maybe an hour of looking, they found it, and the two sneaks shook each other’s hand in joy. However, right when Wardos was about to clasp his hand on the handle, another hand clasped on his shoulder. A voice rasped out, “You thought it was going to be this easy to sneak out? Try again.” Then, the old man revealed himself to be connected to the hands that was holding them together. “I, Greevil, have a mission for you to do.” Then, he dragged them down a hall to the left of the door.

When they made it to what seemed to be a bedroom, Greevil chuckled. “The door was locked anyway. Now, to business. Someone wants to see you,” which was as far as he got, since all three fell to the floor sleeping.
All three of them were in the dark purple and black void, and the two newcomers were very confused. Then, a voice rang out.

“I see you brought them, Greevil.” Then, the pokemon known as Darkrai appeared in front of the trio. Wardos gasped.

“Yes, master, I did.” Greevil answered. Wardos was looking at the dark pokemon in a ecstasy trance.

“Wow! I didn’t think that you really were real. They said you gave the first Dark Elemental power but-“

“SILENCE!” Yelled Darkrai. “If you do not believe I live, then you are not truly a Dark Tribe member. I am your god, as you may remember.”

Greevil was chuckling to himself, but he responded for Wardos. “Do not worry, my master, he is one of the more insolent of my tribe. Now, give the two their mission.”

Connor was the most confused. “Why am I here?” he asked.

Darkrai smiled a menacing smile, then explained. “You decided to come yourself, when you tried to escape. Now, I’m sure both of you want to be alive when the Dark Tribe conquers all, right? Well, swear your allegiance to me right now, and you will live.”

“Wait… you’re saying this whole show is a plot to get the Dark on top?” asked Wardos. “I wouldn’t mind being the best tribe ever-"

“No, not just the best tribe, the only tribe. So will you swear your loyalty to me, and to not divulge any secrets of this plan to anyone else? And you, Ground Tribe member, you are lucky to be spared. It is the right choice to swear loyalty.”

END CHAPTER

 

[Umby]

Please, somebody critique my work! I want to know somebody likes my fic, or I just won't write it anymore. So please, tell me somebody likes it!

 

[Lunaira]

I like it! Please continue, otherwise I won't have as much of a reason to be on this forum, nyu! :bawling:

 

[Umby]

I like it! Please continue, otherwise I won't have as much of a reason to be on this forum, nyu! :bawling:

Oh, great, now I HAVE to keep on going.

Fine, lets see if I can hash another chapter out here... though I do wish more people would show their love. I doubt there are people though... >_<

Sigh.

Ok, Lunaira, I guess I keep on trucking for you!

 

[ArticunoFire]

I enjoy this story too!!