Pokemon Fanfic
Content Warning: Gore
Setting: Giovanni's Gym
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Brian pushed open the intimidating metal doors. The interior was dimly lit; the far end of the cathedral completely black. A deep voice boomed from the back, reverberating off the walls. "So, you have come to challenge me" said Giovanni, in a thick Sicilian accent. "Then, let us begin"
The lights shot on, Brian threw up his hand to shield his eyes. Giovanni stood nonchalantly on the opposite side of the Arena, leaning on a railing that separated him from the battling field. Brian strode forward, taking his place. He picked a Pokeball from his belt, and hurled it onto the battlegrounds. Out of the flash of light materialized a hulking Blastoise. Giovanni in turn released his Pokemon, a Persian. Looking to take the advantage early in the battle, Giovanni commanded his Persian to "Leer". It locked eyes with Brian's Blastoise, and attempted to stare down the massive turtle. "Break it's gaze" shouted Brian, "Hydro Pump!" Blastoise dropped its head, and monstrous columns of water erupted from its twin cannons. Persian took the brunt of the attack in the chest, and was hurled into the wall. It dropped to the ground, and didn't move again. "Goddamit..." Giovanni muttered, under his breath.
But he was quick to recover, Giovanni next released his Kingler. The armor plated crab danced from side to side.
"Guillotine!"
"Quick Blastoise, Withdraw!"
But the claw descended quickly. In one smooth blow, Blastoise's head was severed from his body. Blood pumped in a steady stream onto the floor, Brian looked worried. He attempted to recall Blastoise, but failed. Nonetheless, Brian took it in stride. "Go, Gyarados!" An immense serpent appeared, sparks of rage scintillating from its eyes. "Thunderbolt!" A sphere of yellow energy welled up in Gyarados's gaping maw. Fingers of burning electricity exploded outwards, grasping Kingler. The smell of burning crab effused throughout the room. "Crab feed tonight!" Brian shouted, enthusiastically. Giovanni was not amused.
"Say hello, to my little friend!"
And now, it was not a Pokeball that Giovanni was holding. But a Russian assault rifle. Brian only had time to widen his eyes, before he was blown full of smoking lead. Giovanni does not handle anger well.
The End
Content Warning: Gore
Setting: Giovanni's Gym
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Brian pushed open the intimidating metal doors. The interior was dimly lit; the far end of the cathedral completely black. A deep voice boomed from the back, reverberating off the walls. "So, you have come to challenge me" said Giovanni, in a thick Sicilian accent. "Then, let us begin"
The lights shot on, Brian threw up his hand to shield his eyes. Giovanni stood nonchalantly on the opposite side of the Arena, leaning on a railing that separated him from the battling field. Brian strode forward, taking his place. He picked a Pokeball from his belt, and hurled it onto the battlegrounds. Out of the flash of light materialized a hulking Blastoise. Giovanni in turn released his Pokemon, a Persian. Looking to take the advantage early in the battle, Giovanni commanded his Persian to "Leer". It locked eyes with Brian's Blastoise, and attempted to stare down the massive turtle. "Break it's gaze" shouted Brian, "Hydro Pump!" Blastoise dropped its head, and monstrous columns of water erupted from its twin cannons. Persian took the brunt of the attack in the chest, and was hurled into the wall. It dropped to the ground, and didn't move again. "Goddamit..." Giovanni muttered, under his breath.
But he was quick to recover, Giovanni next released his Kingler. The armor plated crab danced from side to side.
"Guillotine!"
"Quick Blastoise, Withdraw!"
But the claw descended quickly. In one smooth blow, Blastoise's head was severed from his body. Blood pumped in a steady stream onto the floor, Brian looked worried. He attempted to recall Blastoise, but failed. Nonetheless, Brian took it in stride. "Go, Gyarados!" An immense serpent appeared, sparks of rage scintillating from its eyes. "Thunderbolt!" A sphere of yellow energy welled up in Gyarados's gaping maw. Fingers of burning electricity exploded outwards, grasping Kingler. The smell of burning crab effused throughout the room. "Crab feed tonight!" Brian shouted, enthusiastically. Giovanni was not amused.
"Say hello, to my little friend!"
And now, it was not a Pokeball that Giovanni was holding. But a Russian assault rifle. Brian only had time to widen his eyes, before he was blown full of smoking lead. Giovanni does not handle anger well.
The End
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