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TEEN: Metamorphosis

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Chapter One: Caterpillar

Castelia City stood high and wondrous, with the newly completed Skyarrow Bridge to the south finally open. The budding city was expected to explode soon, no longer being a playground of the rich, but an everyman’s city.

The biggest attraction to the city was the Pokémon Gym, led by Athena. The Gym had an affinity for the Bug-type, and every Gym Trainer was of extreme skill. Every day, dozens of trainers would challenge the Gym, and only a portion would get by even Burgh, Athena’s 8-year-old son. On average, only one or two trainers managed to secure a match against Athena every week; only about half of them won the prized Insect Badge from her.

Today, however, Athena needed a favor.

“Just go and battle him, you stupid Caterpillar!” Athena yelled at the red-headed boy.

“Shut up, you old hag!” the teen shot back. “Why can’t you make Burgh do your stupid chores?”

“Because the challenger already handed Burgh’s ass to him on a silver platter!” Athena dissolved into a coughing fit afterwards. “Look, Caterpillar. The kid needs a match today, and if nobody shows up, I have to give him the Insect Badge without a fight. I’ve never just handed out the Badge, and I don’t intend to start now. And even a stupid, spoiled Caterpillar like you has a powerful team.”

“Stop calling me Caterpillar, you old hag! And just give Burgh your team! He knows them all.”

“You should know that Burgh may have a knack for befriending Pokémon, especially Bug-types, but controlling my Volcarona? Out of the question. So just shut up, go to the Gym, explain things to the ref, and challenge the kid.”

The boy pouted, but sighed. “Fine.”

---

Jasper rode the elevator to the top of the Castelia Gym. The interior of the Gym was a tower, with each of the ten levels owned by the Gym holding a challenge. Surviving them all had been the hardest fight of his short career as a trainer yet.

But stepping off the elevator and on to the battlefield for the Badge Match was breathtaking. High above the rest of the city, Jasper could see the Arrow River to the south, the stretching expanse of the city to the north and east, and the desert to the west. The wind blew his shoulder-length blue hair out and ruffled his clothes. He turned round and round, taking the beautiful scenery in, before turned to the Gym Leader.

To his surprise, it wasn’t a greying, stone-faced woman, but a young, fiery-haired young man, looking about the same age as Jasper.

“Athena’s sick,” the youth said. “I’m her replacement today.”

Jasper nodded. “I’m Jasper. What’s your name?”

Before the youth could answer, the referee walked out, and the giant electric screen that displayed battle information lit up.

CHALLENGER JASPER VS LEADER PROXY CATERPILLAR

“Caterpillar” gawked at the screen for a moment, before exploding. “That bitch! Ref! Why isn’t my real name up there?” Jasper found himself trying not to giggle.

The referee chuckled. “Well, uh, this was the way your information had been entered in the database by Athena… we didn’t have time to create a new file, so we just used this one.”

The fiery-haired youth scowled but shook his head and turned to Jasper. “I understand you only carry five Pokémon. Thus, this will be a five-on-five match. You may switch out at any time, while I may only switch out after a Pokémon has fainted. Got it? Good. Ref, start the match.”

The referee held up two flags, one green, for the challenger, and one red, for the Leader. “GO!”

Jasper had debated which Pokémon he would start with, and had decided that his usual approach would work fine. He grabbed a Pokéball and slung it onto the field. It split open to reveal a small, blue and tan creature, Palpitoad.

The youth released a long, powerful-looking Scolipede. The purple insect glared at the tiny toad with disdain.

“Palpitoad, Rain Dance!” Jasper commanded, setting up the keystone of his team’s power. The tiny toad let out a musical vibration that summoned storm clouds… eight stories below. They were too high for the storm!

The red-haired youth smirked, before sending his Scolipede in a headlong charge towards Palpitoad, its horns glowing with power. The single attack was more than enough to K.O. Palpitoad.

Jasper was awestruck. The fights in the tower had been tough, yes, but nowhere near this level… and this wasn’t even the real Gym Leader! He withdrew Palpitoad, trying to think of a way to take down Scolipede. He decided a Steel-type might turn the tide. “Go! Klang!” The Gear Pokémon appeared in front of Jasper, ready to take on his opponent.

“Shift Gear!”

“Megahorn again!”

The Gear Pokémon rotated rapidly, producing a high-pitched whirr, while Scolipede charged again. However, Klang swiftly dodged the attack, and counted on command by trapping Scolipede between its gears and rotating quickly, crushing the hide of Scolipede. Before long, Scolipede was down.

The redhead frowned as he recalled Scolipede. He tossed out another Pokéball, revealing a Durant.

“Klang, Thunder!”

Even though they were above the storm clouds, the powerful lightning below heeded the call of the Gear Pokémon and rose up, high above the building , and then arced down and crashed into Durant. The thunderclap added a secondary blow, dizzying the Iron Ant Pokémon and throwing up a cloud of dust while Klang readied another shot for when Durant was visible again.

The dust cleared. Durant was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the ground erupted beneath Klang, and Durant thrashed about, taking down Klang.

Jasper was amazed that the Durant had been able to brush off that Thunder strike as if it was nothing. He returned Klang to its Pokéball, allowing it some rest until after the match at a Pokémon Center. Then he brought out one of his strongest Pokémon.

“Whimsicott! Show these Bugs how to fight!”

The bush of cotton grinned as it landed, readying itself for a fight.

“Cotton Guard!” Instantly, the giant ball of fluff on Whimsicott’s back doubled in size, and the main body of the Pokémon disappeared within. Durant tried to pierce the shield with an X-Scissor, but the move barely scratched the giant fluff.

“Next, Hurricane!”

The black storm clouds below began to swirl and rise above the skyscraper, and bits of the congregated in front of Whimsicott, before erupting forward in an explosive attack of wind, shredding Durant.

The youth grunted as the wind buffeted him, and recalled his Durant. “Very well. No more playing around. Leavanny, I choose you.”

The Bug/Grass Pokémon appeared in a flash of light, smiling.

The smile chilled Jasper to the bone, reminding him of serial killers in movies.

“Leavanny, Sunny Day.” The mantislike Pokémon crossed its blades in front of it, then swept them out, dispelling the clouds. Whimsicott replied with another Hurricane; however, without the power of the storm clouds, and Leavanny’s newfound speed, it missed entirely. “Swords Dance,” the youth said, and Leavanny’s scythes shone and sharpened. Whimsicott fired another futile Hurricane. “X-Scissor.” Leavanny rushed Whimsicott, sinking its long blades deep into the cotton… and eliciting a screech of pain from within. The cotton receded, revealed a knocked-out Whimsicott.

Jasper was dumbfounded. His Whimsicott had exceptional defenses, even without Cotton Guard. And yet Leavanny had taken it down in one shot, with only minor help from Durant?

In short order, Jasper’s remaining Ducklett and Eelectross also fell to the seemingly endless might of Leavanny. Jasper couldn’t even land a scratch on it. In the end, the referee’s flag went up the final time, declaring the match in favor of Castelia Gym.

Jasper was in shock. He thought he could at least put up a good fight- and he had, until Leavanny had destroyed his team. He’d had though he might not win, especially with the Gym’s reputation, but measuring his skills… he felt like his worth as a trainer had been crushed.

“Just so you know,” the youth said, “my Leavanny is easily my strongest Pokémon. It was the first Pokémon I received, and I’ve trained with it daily since then. But against Athena’s Volcarona, we wouldn’t stand the slightest chance before getting ripped a new one. There’s a reason we’re considered the final Gym before challenging the Elite Four.”

Jasper nodded numbly. Even with the Jet, Quake, and Bolt Badges, he didn’t stand a ghost of a chance against the Castelia Gym in his current state.

Athena’s proxy walked to Jasper and awkwardly put his hand on his shoulder. “Err… for what it’s worth, whenever you return to Castelia Gym, you can directly challenge the Leader without going through that dreary tower challenge. And, in a few months, you might just be able to catch Athena off guard and win.”

Jasper nodded. “Thanks, uh… what was your name, again? I never got it.”

“Call me Alder,” the youth said.
 
Chapter Two: Amateur

Connor started from his sleep as boat blew its horn from a neighboring pier. His whole body ached from sleeping on gathered rags, he stank like death, he was tired, and he was acutely aware that his last meal was a few days ago.

He tightly clutched the tin he held all of his money in; money given to him by hundreds of kind souls as they passed him on the street, allowing him to eat, feed his Timburr, and, most importantly, give him a small shot at his dream.

Timburr wearily looked up at his tan-skinned Trainer. “Today’s the day, little buddy,” Connor said in a gruff voice. “Let’s go.”

As he stood up, Connor rummaged through the piles of rags he used as a bed to find the cleanest set. Unfortunately, every shirt was caked in mud and all the pants were shredded below the knee. He sighed.

Ten minutes later, he was standing in a supermarket, his Timburr faithfully guarding his precious tin a few aisles over. Connor glanced in both directions before quickly slipping a bar of soap from the shelf. Five minutes later he was in a gas station’s bathroom, cleaning his clothes and most of his body with the soap and water from the sink, before similarly cleaning his Timburr. “C’mon, buddy,” he said, “We don’t want you catching any viruses, right?” Timburr nodded enthusiastically, making Connor smile. Timburr was a big reason he stuck around at all.

It was almost nine in the morning now. Connor’s stomach growled, and he thought of snatching some food from a grocer or stall- “No, we can’t,” he murmured to Timburr. “The soap was important. We can go another day without food.” Timburr’s stomach growled, yet he nodded back.

Soon they were at their destination. Big red letters over the entrance loudly proclaimed that King’s Ring Boxing Gym was inside.

Connor pushed through the door.

Inside, the lights were dim, and silence filled the air. There was a single ring in the large room, and a large man working on something in one of the ring’s corners.

“Hello?” The large man straightened up, and turned to face Connor. “I’m… I’m here to see if I can start training?”

The man cocked his head to the side. “I’m not sure you have enough cash to train here, mate… we aren’t expensive, but by the look of you, eating is more important than boxing.”

“No, it’s not!” Connor shouted back, earning him a quizzical eyebrow from the man. “Or, at least… I have the money, and doing this is important.” Timburr chimed in and threw a few punches to illustrate their drive.

The man looked doubtful. “It’s 2000 a month.”

Connor walked up to the ring and dumped out the contents of his tin. Coins flooded forth, with only a few bills among them. “Here’s 50, that makes 70, 120…” he counted as he shifted the coins around.

The man stopped him. “I’ll count it later. Get up here and I’ll teach you the basics. I’m King, by the way. What’s your name?”

“My name’s Connor, sir.”

---

That meeting signaled a shift in Connor’s life. He put everything into becoming a better boxer. He trained as much as he physically could, ducking and weaving countering. Over a few weeks, he bulked up a big, and got a few odd jobs with heavy lifting to help pay for food and the gym. Timburr trained with him every day, improving almost as fast as Connor. They sparred often; Connor’s technique came out on top just as often as Timburr’s raw power.

Connor did everything he could to support himself. He took part in street matches- and won every time, though not without an injury here or there. He gave blood. He took every odd job that would take him, or Timburr, and put his all into it.

And then came the day of his first match. King stood with him, outside the arena, helping him prepare.

“You can do it. This guy, he’s an up-and-comer, but you have the skill, and the dedication, to take him down.”

Connor breathed deeply, ready for his debut. Then the time came, and he walked out to face his opponent. He climbed into the ring. His opponent did likewise. It was a tall youth named Nate. The boy looked barely half Connor’s age, though Connor was sure he was a little older so that he could fight.

Soon, the bell rang.

It was like being hit by a semi. Nate rained blow after destructive blow down upon Connor, trying to drive him into the mat.

It didn’t faze Connor a bit after training with Timburr. When the opening presented itself, Connor lashed out with an explosive right hook, dazing Nate. The tables were quickly turned afterwards, with Connor unleashing a full assault on Nate, leaving no opening or relenting. In two minutes, the bell rang again and the round was over. There were four rounds of this with little variation. Nate, no matter how hard he fought, couldn’t overwhelm Connor, who always found an opening to capitalize on.

Connor climbed out the ring, ecstatic with his first win. King grinned at him, congratulating him.

That was twelve years ago. Connor remembered every blow of that first fight, every second, every reaction. He had played it over hundreds of times in his head. That fight was the start of a new chapter of his life.

He kept boxing. He kept winning. Then he lost a few times. He felt crushed. He talked with King a lot. Then he got back up and won some more. He saw Castelia City grow into the heart of Unova business. And then, one day, King informed him that they needed to move. Nimbasa was becoming the center of sports. So they shut down the gym and moved across the desert. Gurdurr helped carry the things that didn’t fit in the moving truck. He also helped catch a few new friends in the desert, namely a Scraggy and a Darumaka. Soon they were a Scrafty and a Darmanitan. They all sparred.

Then they opened the new gym in Nimbasa. Connor made a name for himself. The gym got big. He got sponsored. They gave him a Tepig. Soon, it was a Pignite. Connor had a talent for raising young Pokémon quickly.

Then, the Nimbasa Gym Leader stopped by. Andor was an ex-military man who was known for boxing challengers. He was also the current heavyweight champion of Unova. He had requested a match with Connor.

Now, Connor was sitting outside the arena, just like his first match. He breathed deeply.

“Remember,” King said, “Andor’s an old bear with the brains of a fox and the reflexes of a squirrel. This won’t be easy. Your best bet is to tank him- trust me, no human alive can hit like Gurdurr, and you regularly take that punishment like it’s nothing. Andor will feel like a kitten pawing at you.”

Andor’s punches most certainly did not feel like a kitten pawing at Connor. It was closer to a lion. Shot out of a cannon. Armed with bombs that exploded on punch. Each blow they traded seemed to shake the very mat they were standing on.

The bell rang, and the first round was over. Connor thought that nine more rounds of that punishment would be insane. He had taken lighter punches from a goddamn Darmanitan. Andor was inhumanly strong.

Soon, the bell rang and the second round started. Another flurry of meteoric punches was exchanged. Pound, pound, pound, pound. The bell rang.

Startup, pummel, end. Blow after blow after blow, punch by punch, Andor was devastating Connor. The last round came. Andor threw everything he had at Connor, and then some. Connor braced himself beneath the impact.

Then, suddenly, a sharp crack. It was not the bell.

Connor fell to the ground in agony. His left arm burned like hellfire. Then darkness closed in.

Connor blinked in and out of consciousness in the ambulance and hospital. Then they administered the drugs, and he was out like a light.

He awoke to King.

“Connor, mate, you’re al- awake!”

“Yeah,” Connor said groggily, rubbing his forehead. He couldn’t feel his left arm. “What happened?”

“Andor broke your arm. Badly. Bone out and everything. Knocked you out cold. I called the paramedics, and they helpfully showed up in the nick of time to not have to cut your arm off, lucky you.” King tapped the cast gently for emphasis. “You’ve been out a day and a half, all told. You should be out in a few weeks.”

“And when can I box again?”

“Connor, mate, don’t get ahead of yourself. Just rest up, recover. You’ll need your strength-“

“When can I box again?”

King looked away. “They, ah… they said you wouldn’t be able to, short of a medical miracle. The way the bone broke and all… and the damage to the muscles, and nerves… mate, I wasn’t exaggerating when I said you’re a lucky bastard to still have the arm.”

“Has Andor been by?”

“Err… no. They found out he had weighted his gloves somehow. That’s why he was so strong. Normally, though, he kept it to a believable level. Against you he went all-out with the weight. I’m surprised the bastard could even throw a punch with those gloves.”

Connor felt tears well up in his eyes, and moved a hand to wipe them away… only to end up covering his crying face. Boxing had been stolen from him, and by a dishonorable competitor at that.

“Look, mate,” King said sadly, “I know boxing was your life, but… you can move on from it. You can help me run the gym. Or take the League Challenge- you’ve got a pretty good team. Or do whatever. Besides, you’re 40-something. It’s not like you could keep boxing forever.”

Connor knew King was right, but he still felt as if his life had been stolen from him. Then he heard a familiar grunt, and turned to see Gurdurr, Darmanitan, Pignite, and Scrafty next to him. They were worried for him.

“I… I think I’ll travel for a bit,” Connor said. “Clear my head. And then I’ll come back and help you run the gym.” King nodded. They chatted for a bit, then King left.

Bored, Connor flipped on the TV. Boxing was on. He flipped through the matches; Bruno vs Brawly, Hugh vs Mike, Nate vs Marshal, Nico vs Carl. None were interesting; most were young kids, just starting. After checking some other channels, he flipped the TV off and closed his eyes to sleep.

A tiny part of him held out hope that when he woke up, it would just be a bad dream.

---

A/N: On the gym cost: I figured if a soda is about 200 (and one in real life is about 1.50) and a cheap gym cost $15, I extrapolated.

Also, I have no idea how boxing works. So… I apologize for any discrepancies.
 
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