TEEN: - Ongoing R/S (Title Pending)

[SulcataIxlude]

Chapter one "Enter the Fray"

The sun shined down like an inferno as he simply walked. A young man with multiple blemishes, and scars was trotting across a grassy field with nothing more than a shredded robe, and a belt with six battered pokeballs dangling on the side. Krutz was a trainer nobody wanted around for he had a habit of provoking the wrong people, and escalating the chances of innocent folks being caught in dire situations. This did not faze the lad, nor cause him to disperse from his own odyssey to become a top class pokemon trainer. In face this mere fact simply escalated his ambitions.

“I pray that they finally made it to the afterlife without much hassle. What do you think Piyo? Do you believe our friends are resting in peace, or are they still here on earth suffering like the rest of us, but without a physical body to do so?” he asked a rusty premiere ball in his position. Tossing it at a rock a rather burly Torchic popped out, and it simply cooed. It’s bright saffron plumage shimmered like orange juice in the mid summer day.

“ So are you ready to commerce your training Piyo?”

“ Cluck!” it simply pecked his blistered feet gently.

“ I guess it’s settled then! Keep on the look out for any wild “pokemon” out here. I heard from the residents from the last town that these creatures like to pop up, and cause mischief, or aid humans they happen to come across.”

A faint rustling in a small bush rang in both their tiny eardrums. The Torchic pointed its beak at the bush, and started to chirp. Yet Krutz was too busy looking at a Hoenn region map to notice.

“Now shall we head up to the northwest to Littleroot town Piyo? It’s only about five miles away, and—oh m god what is that!?”

A small ebony wolf with drugged out yellow eyes was barking furiously at Piyo. The fiery chicken started to back away with its tiny claws digging into the dirt. Rushing to Piyo’s side Krutz put his map away, and pointed at the Poochyena.

“ This is our chance to advance towards my dream! Now Piyo use a… Scratch attack!” ordered the mangled trainer. Kicking up its tiny talon feet Piyo lightly swung its right foot at the wolfish pokemon, but it simply leaped back, and smashed its head into the chic’s stomach. Coughing, a tiny bit of blood trickled out of the Torchic’s beak. Krutz looked very worried.

“ Oh no! Piyo use a Growl, and then start to Scratch it!”

“ Clucka!”

Chirping in a fierce manner Piyo tried to scare Poocheyna, but it started its Howl attack intimidating the chic. It kept on howling with its deep echo like voice, and more pokemon were shaking in the bush.

“ Why am I even doing this nonsense? I just want lie down, and cry because that thing is scary, and god knows what’s lying in those bushes!” Piyo frantically thought as the Poochyena rushed again. Piyo lifted up its right leg in a crane like manner, and started to frail it around the air in a blind rage. In a few seconds the Poochyena was slightly bleeding, but it turned around, and kicked up a sand attack into Piyo’s eyes causing her to close them, and cry.

“ Sweetie you’ll be ok we almost got it! Don’t worry about its howl attacks. All they do is increase the adrenaline in its veins to stimulate its muscle to tighten thus increasing its attack strength.”

“ Yeah that’s easy for you to say. Your not the one getting slammed in the belly by that damn thing!” but Krutz only heard frantic chirps.

“ You must be confident in your abilities too!”

In a flash the Poochyena ran behind Piyo, and slammed its body into her back, and then at her left leg causing her to fall over. Piyo slumped to the ground in agony. She kept on bellowing harsh chirps, and crashed into the dirt. Enraged by the cheap assault Krutz ran up to the disgruntle wolf, and started to frail his sickly arms at it.

“ Stupid kid I could easily rip him to shreds, but I’ll have fun with him, and the bird,” so leaping around like a rabbit Poochyena zoomed under Krutz’s legs, and smacked its tail in Piyo’s bloody face. Fling himself towards the Poochyena Krutz had a sadistic grin on his face, as his hands clutched onto its side. Trying to shake off the crazed human Poochyena rolled around on the ground picking up a dust cloud, but those torn fingers were still gripped underneath its glossy black coat.

“ I’ll kill you both!” it barked in a furious manner, and turned its snout at Krutz and opened it. He did not flinch away, but in fact head butted it. Flinching in pain the Poochyena once more tried to struggle from his tight grip, but Piyo was standing in front of the mutt while limping its sore left leg. She simply scratched it across the nose.

“ I hate you both! My nose my nose!”

“ Your lucky I didn’t peck you eyes out of something bub…”

Krutz grabbed one of his pokeballs, and forced it at the clamped wolf. A bright white net of light emerged from the sphere, and covered the wolfish monster. The ball jolted up, and down, and several dim dings came from the ball. It stopped, and silence filled the field for a few minutes.

“ Do you think we caught it?” he clutched Piyo tight like a teddy bear. So picking up a large stick Krutz pocked the ball, and crawled back. Piyo walked up to the ball next, and pecked it gently. No response. Krutz walked up, and picked up the ball containing the adamant wolf.

“ Yippie ki yay! I caught a new pokemon!” the ball shattered open, and the angry Poochyena bit his hand. Clamping down hard blood started to ooze our like the Nile delta, but bleeding was nothing new to Krutz, so he simply looked at the Poochyena with a sarcastic smirk.

“ You thought a mere pokeball could contain Draco the lead alpha male of the kibbles pack! Foolish prey now I shall finish the job,” and letting go it snarled, and tried to bite Piyo. She ran towards a tree four feet away from her master, and she slumped on the ground due to her previous injury. Panic saturated her veins, and she shook like crazy.

“ Please don’t kill me… I didn’t mean to provoke you. It was my crazy trainers fault! Just eat him, and let me at least die peacefully.”

“ No…”

Twenty more Poochyena’s emerged from the bushes. They had a lusty look in their eyes, but it was not for passion oh no. They crave fresh flesh for its been weeks since they’re last successful kill.

“ Come on sir Draco please don’t eat me! Krutz is a lot tastier since he has been properly baked in the sun. Just look at his barbequed skin!” tears started to gush from her sore eyelids. One of the lesser Poochyena’s walked up to Draco with its tail hanging low to the ground, and its head bowed.

“ What will you waste my time, and opportunity to kill with this time Whelp?”

“ I wish to ask on behalf of the pack which parts of our prey sh—“

Biting Whelp’s left leg Draco had a murderer’s gaze upon his eyes, and his hair was sticking up.

“ Listen here! I found, and successfully wounded these fools to the point of near exhaustion. I shall get the meat while you mutts simply get the bones, and hair. A alpha male needs his strength anyhow for mating season is upon us in three moons.” Neither of this information comforted Piyo.

“ Then what can we do with the human then? You’ve corned the puffy Pidgey like thing.”

“ Hey I’m not a stinky Pidgey! I’m a thorough bred Torchic from a small island located nea—ack,” Draco kicked her beak.

“ Just have fun tenderizing its meat until I am finished. Then you guys can share the marrow, and skull!” Lifting his left hind leg upward, and shifting his pelvis twice towards the right the rest of the pack surrounded Krutz with there fangs shining in the mid day sun like polished ivory. Noticing this Krutz put his left hand, and applied pressure on the bite wound. He siply smiled, and lied back admiring the bright blue sky. Piyo simply looked away with a mix of frustration, and fear for her trainer was simply going to let them become the next meal for a aggressive, and smelly Poochyena, and she didn’t have the strength let alone able to blow embers to ward off the marauding dogs. Nincada’s chirped their glum melody as the wind started to sway.

“ Now any last word before embracing that big hen house in the sky bitch?”

“ If I get out of this… I am going to make you suffer so bad…” silently Piyo fell to the ground. Her wounds were too much for the young Torchic to bear.

Suddenly a green blur flew zoomed across the tree canopies of the nearby oaks, and a teenage girl with a hint of polish in her voice rang from the glade of trees. The Poochyena pack stopped, and then—

To be continued

 

[SulcataIxlude]

Chapter Two: Battle between the oaks.

A squat emerald colored gecko stood in front of the pack. Its bulging bloodshot amber eyes neither blinked, nor squint for the pack did not intimidate it one bit despite their snarls, and steak knife like fangs.

“De hounds of Babylon feast upon de flesh of child, and foul? Aye ye shall feel de wrath of Jah for the sullying of the land!”

“ Err.. What are you talking about? Doesn’t matter we’ll kill you too,” and one of the minor Poochyena’s left its formation, and sprinted at the Treeco. It simply turned to the right, and tripped it with his plump curled tail. The Poochyena right front leg slipped, and its head pummeled onto the ground with its mangy body shortly afterwards. The pack was both offended, and in shock.

“ Czesc Marley! Distract them by using your Quick Attack!” commanded Katharina Radoswsky. She stood twenty feet away next to a rotting tree stump with several Wurmples nibbling the odorous wood. Her shoulder length blond hair matched well with her light pink skin, and her fierce aqua colored eyes showed her ferocity, but had a hint of serenity mixed in as well. This was her first major battle, but in odds that might be against both her, and Marley.

“ Kleep,” Marley chirped as he pulled out a small cigarette shaped item from his Oddish leaf bag. Placing it in his mouth he blinked, and relaxed his tendons in his thighs. Then propelling them, Marley sprung up with tremendous speed onto a nearby oak tree, and flipped off the pack. They started to bark in aggravation, as the Treeco ejected from tree to tree as the pack’s eyes followed each blurred movement without avail.

“ Death to de hounds that feast upon the children of Hailie Selassie, and those who ring true to the teachings of Rasta!” and in a flash slammed his right fist into a Poochyena’s left temple. In recoil it violently turned to the right, but did not succumbed to the forceful blow. A tiny bit of blood started to tickle down its mouth.

“ That was not nice,” it said as Marley performed back flips, and double take to insure it was following him. It barked, and lunged at Marley trying to bite him, but the devious wood gecko slide under its jaw, and pushed it at another Poochyena. Those diseases harboring jaws fell in contact with its fellow pack mates flesh, and in response it started to bite, and scratch the victim in a blind rage. Both began their vicious assault with oily fur flying up, and dust kicking up around Krutz and the rest of the pack. Marley ran up to another one, and tripped it. Thus it too chased after Marley, but came into contact with another pack member via teeth, and flesh. The pack was disoriented from their original task to maul Krutz, and now was battling one another in an orgy of violence. Brother, and sister ripped out chunks off flesh from each other’s necks, and sides, and dust mixed with blood causing a dust cloud of death to veil over the mauling wolves. Bodies began to cluster around the dazed trainer, as Marley simply laughed, and nibbled his joint in amusement of this charade.

“ God praise Jah, and the white man shall fall!” Marley bellowed from its constricted vocals.

“ Now use more Quick Attacks, until they all are all fainted, or even dead,” Katharina ordered, but she looked very disgusted with the blood fest the Poochyenas were committing due to their own misguided instincts.

“ I hope that boy is ok,” Katharina thought as she put one of her hands into her right blue jeans pocket.

“ Take this down de gullet,” Marley leaped in mist of the confusion dodging couples of wolves that were yesterday stalking prey in harmony, but now are ripping each other in zealot frenzy. Dodging his breather Whelp caught sight of the ganja-indulging gecko.

“ You bastard!”

“ Jah loves you too,” and the scrawny Poochyena jumped up in the dusty air, but was flung away from the battlefield via a Quick Attack in the abdomen, and then a quick overhead toss by Marley. Landing just a foot away from Katharina, he struggled to stand up, but then crashed on the ground. Fractured ribs are never good to have in battle. Slowly Katharina pulled out a pokeball, and simply tapped Whelp’s head. A flash of light enveloped surround Whelp, and the pokeball simple clinked. In a few seconds Whelp was captured. Katharina quickly turned away from the battle, and put the ball in her waist purse.

“ I’ll make sure you find a good home. Being feral would not do you good, and your chances of living with your injures in the wild are slimmer than me ever returning back to Krakow,” she silently said to herself.

Draco deserted his attention from Piyo for a brief moment. His eyes caught sight of the battle. He was very pissed.

“ You assholes stop fighting right this instant, and focus on the Treeco!” but none of his pack paid heed, as they were busy winning and howling. Before long a cloud of murky dust and hair covered the scene, but the fanatical barking was heard for miles. Draco then noticed the Treeco sitting on a branch smiling, and chewing on something small. Then he caught the honey-scented perfume Katharina was wearing. Violent thoughts filled his tiny mind.

“ Curse them for even interfering,” and then he heard Whelp whimpering in pain, and a loud crack of his ribs mixed together making Draco cringe. The Treeco then tossed him next to his trainer, and in horror saw his local minion being “domesticated”. Turned back to Piyo his eyes shimmered with a crimson color. Today was not his day.

“ It… wasn’t our fault your… friends are eating each other,” Piyo chirped silent, “ But you should… just run away.” Several more members of his pack were then flying up in the air. Some had football-sized wounds exposing the torn muscles, and inky blood that lurked in their bodies. Few had no fur on their heads, or other areas of their anatomy. Marley was tossing the remaining survivors into the oaks. Piyo closed her eyes, and Draco fled. He rushed up to the corpses of his once proud pack, and leaped over them as if they were track hurdles. He showed his dagger like canines, and opened his mouth. Without twitching Marley closed his eyes, and then Draco stopped dead in his tracks. The scent of rotting flesh dance din his nostrils, but his body felt like it was being zapped of energy. Small spheres of vitality from Draco’s tense body were flying into Marley’s wide mouth. His arms were held up in a crucifix like manner, and Draco quaked in pain. The Treeco’s skin glimmered a brighter green for his own body was absorbing the energy like chlorophyll does with sunlight.

“ Thank you for de blessing o’ light man. Now run away like your whips master of Babylon, or feel de wrath of me blows in full swing, yah!” yelled Marley.

The final members of the pack crumbled due to the exhaustion in their tiny bodies, and the corpses of the dead were already bloating in the summer heat. Draco refused to submit, so easily. Kicking up sand in Marley’s eyes Draco slammed into his hips, and bit his legs. The gecko’s flesh was held tight in the alpha male’s bear trap like jaws. Blood did not come out, but a fresh deep bruise already covered his shin.

“ No hostilities no hostilities man! Peace be to you, and Jah did not forsake you!”

“ You sound so fucking weird. Just shut up, and die won’t you? You already made a mockery of me, and my pack with your little speed games, but without legs you won’t be able to screw around no more,” and applying more pressure to the leg Marley flailed in pain, and cried like crazy.

“ Eck eck eck!”

Katharina turned around, and saw her beloved starter being slowly tortured by the vicious wolf. She ran as far as she could, and picked up an oak branch. She went up towards the two, and swung it around in a baseball bat manner. Draco released his leg, and then tripped Katharina’s right leg by slamming his head into it. She tipped over, but then stood back up. Draco then leaped on her buoyant breasts, and pushed her head on the ground. He stood on top of her in a victorious manner as if he slain a full-grown male Stantler by himself.

“ Koochie koochie Koo babes!” exclaimed Krutz. He sprung up, and skipped at a rapid pace to Draco, and wrapped his arms around his furry neck. Then spinning around like a toy top Krutz started to make gurgling noises from his throat, and Draco was scratching, and barking like crazy.

“ Your such a cutie pie sugar! Keep ya self steady Betty!”

“ Mother fucker let go!” and biting Krutz right shoulders Draco tried to draw blood, but Krutz simply sprang into a tree, and tickled his haunches. Katharina looked at the odd couple, and she was very confused.

“ Why would anyone play with a savage beast, and not be afraid? Looks like he might be on some serious type of party drug, or perhaps he is clinically depressed? That’s not important now, but I must attend Marley to make sure he is not suffering too much,” so Katharina looked at Krutz with a slight hint of disgust, and attended to her crippled starter.

“ Child I shall bite your anus off, and rip you a new dozen!”

“ I think you need a cookie- pie cake Mr. Easy bake!”

Draco tried to free himself from Krutz surprising iron grip, but only managed to get into a tighter jam. Yet Krutz simply was smiling, and hopping like a rabbit. “ What kind of hell spawn are you lad?” wondered Draco. Krutz then dragged Draco’s head on the ground like a wheelbarrow, and moving towards Piyo.

“ What…is he doing?” she wondered. Letting go of the fatigued wolf Krutz did a back flip, but landed his head on a rock knocking him out. Draco’s head was slowly bleeding due to the peddles on the ground, and his own futile attempts to slay Krutz. The crippled fiery chick simply lied against the oak tree with tears in her eyes.

“ You cannot comprehend how aggravated I feel now due to all of these mishaps.”

“ Neither can you understand… my own pain.”

“ Prepare to embrace your god for death is upon your downy covered body now!” as Draco leaped up in the air with his fangs a glaring in the mid-day sun, and his eyes with pure hate surging through Piyo closed her eyes, and one last remorse filled sigh came out.

“ I’m dancing with my self! Oh oh oh oh!” smashing into Dracos hips was Krutz, and he pinned down the wolf. Piyo slowly opened her eyes after hearing the crash, and saw her trainer literally pinned down on his hind legs like a ally cat waiting for supper.
“ Cluk?”

“ That’s right baby here is your golden chance to score! Maybe you’ll be able to spew out fireballs now after this super duper victory!” cheered Krutz. Draco looked at Piyo with fanatical eyes for he felt both embarrassed being caught off guard by this unsightly human, and frustrated that he experienced the loss of his pack, and nearly was captured by the human as well. Yet Piyo tried to stand up, so she used her broken leg as a anchor onto the oak, as she faintly lifted up her good leg.

“ Adios ya meanie,” and with all her strength she slammed her big toe talon on her right foot into Dracos left eyes. Blood began to spurt out like a gothic fountain, but she kept on plunging it in. Draco cried, and howled in pain, but he could not move due to Krutz, and the agonizing pain being inflicted. Eye jelly started to leak out as his lens in the left eye was torn to pieces by the curved tiny talon. Piyo plunged down deeper, and deeper the more Draco whimpered for she was addicted to her own carnage being inflicted. A ghastly sensation filled her mental lobes that give both power, and guilt in one single session. The last bit of energy was drained, and Piyo yanked out her gory talon. She felt into a light slumber as Draco was spared for if she would have kept on plunging downward it would have pierced his brain causing sudden death.

“ No you fuckers! I’ll kill you all down to hell!” slipping out of Krutz sudden relaxed hold on the mauled mutt Draco ran like a hare through the massive huckleberry bushes surrounding the field. Krutz smiled to himself, and then succumbed to his own exhaustion.

“ Down the ship blows ya cully,” he muttered before the darkness of slumber engulfed his bloated eyelids.


After binding Marley’s wounded leg with some Johnson & Johnson brand band aids, and applying some rubbing alcohol to his wound Katharina with her Treeco nestled in her eyes nibbling his marijuana joint nervously bent down to examine the weakened Torchic, and ungodly trainer. Both were lifeless like logs.

“ The Torchic must of fainted after that sudden attack to the alpha Poochyena. That poor little lady with that broken leg, and bruised stomach. Fortunately a quick session with a poke medic machine will surly patch her up in no time. Yet her trainer… I do not know what to do with him. Perhaps some time in rehab for his inessential behavior, or some serious psychological help will amend his problems. I feel sorry for the Torchic though. Do you blame me Marley?”

“ Ko?”

“ No worries then,” so opening up her black medical bag the polish lady pulled out some field range bandages, and gathered a five inch long tree branch to help bind the leg together with the cloth. Then Katharina applied some ethyl rubbing alcohol on the infected area, and placed the branch behind the leg. Wrapping the blank cloth to apply pressure on the broken leg, she then placed a ice pack on Piyo’s brushed abdomen. The swelling did not go down, but a tiny pleased sigh from Piyo’s strained vocals piped out. Katharina and Marley smiled.

“ Marley go to the trainer, and see if his heart is still beating. But if he starts to move get at least 10 feet away to prevent any sort of struggle. I hope he is still alive for I don’t want to go through another death I was unable to prevent once more,” and Marley simply crawled over to Krutz body. Placing his squat head next to his chest Marley nibbled in union with Krutz heartbeats. They were normal, but there was no muscle movement in his body.

“ Dis one must be possessed by a big sprit, yah for I smell the scent of de dead upon dis one all over. But no bad karma coming out, just vengeful feelings reeking like spoiled meat.” Marley thought.

“ Any heart beat, or movement?” she asked, and Marley swung his tail like a pendulum. Katharina smiled.

“ Good he’ll be just fine then. Maybe some soup, and antibiotics for his infection should help his body out,” she walked over to Krutz, and noticed the veil of blemishes, cuts, bruises, and multitude of burnt marks across his body. The tattered cloak smelt like brimstone, but most astonishing was the gothic T like tattoo on his left breast. The flesh around it was a smooth brown, but the letter seemed like it was pulsating on its own. Like an extra heart, but drenched with puss, and the scent of battery acid. A small inscription lied underneath the T. Yet it was in a language Katharina was not familiar with.

“ Kindavei fuu Marshes-Sojas.”

After reading the inscription her nerves felt shot, and a paranoia sensation overidded her heart.

“ Why do I feel like I read something out of the Book of the apocalypse?” she sat still for a moment amazed by the grim tattoos on his left breast, but then averted her attention to Piyo. She took Krutz pokeball, and placed Piyo in it to make transportation to the nearest poke center a lot less stressful. A faint, but harmonic voice echoed from behind her back. Marley was frozen in shock.

“Czesc. Jak sie maz?” asked Krutz.

End of Chapter Two

 

[SulcataIxlude]

Chapter Three: Onward to Littleroot town!

Katharina blinked for moment, but was in shock.

“ How did you learn to speak Polish?” she asked bluntly.

“ From sources long ago fair maiden. And if you don’t mind me saying jestes piekna,” Krutz slightly smiled, “Especially your vanilla yogurt like complexion,” He held out his twisted right hand, and smiled flashing his butter colored teeth.

“ Oh… well,” Katharina blushed, but then took noticed of his horrendous teeth, and quickly averted her attention back to her original topic.

“ Your accent was rather remarkable. It sounded like you were from Warsaw.”

“ Actually I was trying more for a Krakow, or Bialystok type of tone, but I couldn’t manipulate my vocals due to my own native state of speech.”

“ Still I wonder if you can speak some more polish for me?”

“ Sorry, but those are the only words I know.”

“ Well if that’s the case then you would have to learn a few more words if you want to really impress me.”

“ Fair enough, and why don’t we have a lesson now?”

“ Sorry, but I think you need a bath, and a fresh set of clothing too. Brimstone scented rags are not in fashion this time of year.”

“ Right.”

“ Oh if you don’t mind me asking, but on your chest there is this bizarre tattoo of a T with little jagged lines coming from all points of the letter, and its in gothic too. What symbolism does it have?” asked Katharina. Hunching down Krutz began to shiver, and his expression changed from a gentle one to a very nervous being in a matter of seconds.

“ I do not know what you are speaking about women!”

“ Hey I did not say anything hurtful, or personal did I?”

“ Not exactly, but I have no clue what your—“

She pointed her left index finger at the gothic T tattoo with little Lucida sans styled handwriting inscription on the bottom. In a sudden burst of rage Krutz covered his left breast, and snapped his right hand like a whipcord at her finger. Katharina winced in pain.

“ FATHER WHY DO YOU EMBRACE MY SHADOWS TONIGHT!” screeched Krutz. His voice then had a mix between anguish, and pain mired together. The Polish gal sucked on her sore finger. It was like getting it hit by a fan due to Krutz physical strength despite his flimsy body. Then Krutz piled his face on the dust, and shivered.

“ I am sorry for even asking then!”

“ I’m sorry oh friend of mine. Please don’t eat my heart like fresh haggis in fall.”

“ I don’t understand—“

“ Take me away to your shadows
Lord of all those whom are dead,
And put bullets right through my head.
I cannot fight or play,
Just take away my life today.
For all the wrongs I have done
Since yesterday.”

Suddenly a violent spasm cause Krutz to snap out of his trance, and once more his voice was soothing, and calm.

“ Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Krutz Yabultz. I hail from the tri-cities from the continent of North America. Yet I will not displace the state of location for it is not of any importance in this time or age. I am the son of Shelia, a florist whom worked at Arlene’s flowers. A fine establishment I may say, so myself. I hail no father for he is of ashes, and to speak of his name is to utter a inner pain in my heart,” Katharina looked at him in a confused manner not even comprehending his all-of-a-sudden mood swings.

“ This lad is a psycho for sure!” she thought. Slowly Katharina gripped on his hand, and shook it lightly. Who knows when he might snap his hand again like a snare.

“ My name is Katharina Radowzsky. I hail from Krakow, Poland. My parents have been lost through the ages due to their own untimely demise by the communist whom once ran my country, and earliest memories of my childhood. Yet I shall not mention their names for I too respect the dead,” Katharina giggled slightly.
“ Why are you easily amused by your own introduction fair maiden of the Balkans?”

“ For a start I am from Central Europe. Not the Balkans! There is a serious difference between cultures despite a similar belief in the orthodox catholic faith, and some bits of language. And well to be quite honest. All this formality stuff sounds so odd at this time, and age you know?”

“ Your right actually. Besides we only just met, and you saved my bacon as well. So I should be the only one giving out proper thank you’s in a manner that both bedazzles the mind, and sprit to new heights!”

“ Just hold on a second. Let me at least respond at a rate I am comfortable with.”

“ Come again?”

Both youths looked upon each other, and then broke out in laughter. They both slumped to the ground back to back, and let all their humor out as the sun started to set.


They both took a good look at all the mangled Poochyena corpses now bloating due to the heat. Flies began swarm in mass on the corpses, and some even went up empty eye sockets, or blood drenched noses. Krutz closed his eyes and shuttered at the sight of them.

“ What is a matter Mr. Yabultz?”

“ Please my name is Krutz, and I just… have a slight phobia of flies,” Katharina placed her hand on her mouth, and giggled.

“ Kwootz, eh?”

“ Kruh-ootz mind you.”

“ Yes sensei!” she exclaimed as they quickly averted her attention to the carnage that took place an hour ago. The expressions on the hapless dogs faces were mixed with both fear, and outright insanity for they were at the edge of their own emotions that drove them to their zealous massacre. Marley came towards them both, and stood proud like a general. Katharina frowned, and returned Marley to his pokeball.

“ What happened?”

“ You don’t remember the situation you were in?”
“ Not one plum bit matey.”

“ Well you must be rather thick to forget how you even came into this situation in the first place. Anyhow well the pack that assaulted you, or P-17 since they are famous due to their unusual assaults on small groups of humans, and a rather aggressive pack leader.”

“ Why would that be rather bizarre? I thought all pokemon live for combat?”

“ You must play the battle simulators too much.”

“ Of course. They’re as addictive as monopoly!”

Katharina sighed, but then pulled out a notebook from her medical bag. It was a field report of the area around Littleroot for about a radius of five miles. She directed Krutz attention to the listening to the section explaining the different Poochyena packs, or P squads as listed.

“ As you can see there are about twenty major groups of Poochyena. Mostly they are in small bands of up to five, but in the case of P-17 there were around 20 individuals, but I counted about 28 corpses total. Now I do not know where did the others come in, but most likely they were deserters, or asserted into that pack since Poochyena’s are shy with humans, and most other pokemon species, but terribly aggressive with one another. Sort of how cats are, but a lot uglier.”

“ So this group must have been sort of like a warmongering country like the USA?”

“ Good analogy, but not quite. You see Poochyena’s are not too powerful due to the lack of techniques, or physically damaging attacks they naturally learn. Even by technical machines—“

“ Hurray TM’s! I know a cheat in the G/S/C versions that allow you to duplicate both pokemon, and items! You—“ a swift smack in the left cheek make Krutz flinch.

“ I’m giving the lesson here, so please just listen. Well back to the sermon.”

“ I thought it was a lesson?”

“ Just be quite, ok?”

“ Aye aye captain Ahab!”

“ I should of let them eat you… Even though they are considered a rather weak choice for any trainer who want to go into the pokemon league with due to their limited usage, and even some “experts” stated that their stats are not as stable as many other dark types. So they are mostly used more as pet rather than domesticated battlers, and as a result there is a large influx of Poochyena’s in the wild around Hoenn, but they are more at home here around Littleroot-Peterburg city due to the dense bushes, and large areas of woodland.”

“ Why would they want to attack me then?”

“ I don’t know, but most likely they assumed you were a easy meal due to your ungodly body odor, and tarnished appearance.”

“ That prejudice!”

“ Me, and the rest of the field specialist hired by Professor Birch have been hired to keep track of all unusually attacks carried out by the various packs. Fortunately besides the incident with you we have only had two major incidents these last few months, but they were cause by either acting carelessly under the influence of drugs, or having sex near Poochyena territory.”

“ Why would they attack a group of humanoids when they are getting it on?”

“ Perhaps the pack was jealous? Who knows, but both scenarios were carried out solely by the P-17 group. Which is quite odd, because most of the time Poochyena groups never attack in mass at the same area twice, and never give out permanent injuries either.”

“ So this group was using more than scare tactics?”

“ Right. Since usually Poochyena’s howl in groups to merely scare away unwanted people, but this group deliberately assaulted, and killed one girl during the second incident.”

“ Then why did you “experts” get rid of that pack if they were such a hassle?”

“ Because simple genocide would not solve the issue, and besides it is illegal to attack pokemon without prior consent with the Department of Feral Pokemon Bureau in Evergrand city. Which is the capital of the region by the way.”

“ Back in the states people shoot up all sorts of cute little animals even though the law says otherwise. Those meanies!”

“ Yes I agree with you for once Mr. Kwootz.”

“ Hey! I told you to pronounce it like Kruh-ootz. Naughty girl.,” but them Katharina tackled him, and stood up in a victors pose. Waving her right index finger as if she was scolding him, Katharina flashed a quick ivory smile, and picked him up.

“ Talking back to the teacher isn’t allowed.”

“ It gives you no excuse to mangle my name. Even if you have a sugary sweet accent that is smooth like honey on the ears.”

“ My accent? No you can’t be serious. I think I sound like one of those nagging grannies on television.”

“ Nah. More like a nun in confession.”

Katharina lunged at Krutz, and they both began to playfully battle one another. A little hug on each other’s hair here, and a few tumbles on the grass, but both trainers were at ease with each other. Then Katharina pinned down the semi-burnt trainer.

“ Pined ya again!”

“ That’s a lion king quote, and you didn’t quote it? Your gonna be submittified now!”

“ Submittified isn’t even a word, but I can’t help it if I make you cry you silly American.” Taunted Katharina, and she pushed Krutz, but his body landed on a Poochyena corpse. A soft popping rang in the area, but then a holy communion of flies spewed from the festering flesh.

“ Child…”

“ Whose calling for me?” he crawled away from Katharina, and put his right ear against the exposed chest of the dead wolf. Only the droning of flies was hear, but Krutz started to sweat, and shiver. The voice was deadly familiar, and so sarcastic it could even make Stephen King wince in fear.

“ Are you forgetting about a important friend? Why haven’t you introduced us to your women? Are you in denial of my existence?”

“ Shut up you asshole!”

“ I have heard that line many times before, and yet it gets far more tedious even when those others felt like they were getting a edge on their “Fate” as you may know from experience?”

“ Stop following me you devil of the flies! Go haunt another youth of a far more tainted fate!”

“ Sorry kiddo, but your due for the rest of your own damnation soon enough. Now go on, and play your childish antics with that tainted slut. For she is not as innocent as she may appear. Krutz.”

Katharina sat there next to a collapsed couple joined fang to fang with flies digesting their last remnants. She was afraid for Krutz was now talking to nothing more than thin air.

“ God what is a matter with him? No matter once we make it back to Littleroot I’ll leave him with Mrs. Norman, and then I can get back to my studies. Besides who could be attracted, or feel safe with a impulsive scitzo? Yet he reminds me so much of my own father… What am I saying? Dwelling on those memories are enough to drive me to become a feminine Krutz! Yet I should be due to all that happened back at home, and my sly relationship with—“

Krutz tossed Katharina by gripping onto her blue jean shorts by the hips, and lunges her through the air. Running as fast as he could away from the carnage he catch Katharina in mid air only about 10 feet away. He placed her on his shoulder, and sprinted like a bat out of hell.

“ The flies are coming the flies are coming! Run away from the flies!”

A small flock of Spearows began to scavenge the corpses, and their emotionless kaws matched the rhythm emitted by the rubbing of the Nincada’s faint wings. A symphony of death it seemed.

“ Settle down comrade!” and Krutz placed her on the ground, but grabbed her right arm, and started to sprint again. She felt like her joints were about to split open. They began to kick up leaves as dust as they headed deeper to the southwest away from where they first met. After five minutes of non-stop running Krutz stopped, and placed Katharina on a patch of soft green grass. Krutz pulled out a piece of bread, and swallowed it like a snake.

“ What in the hell is wrong with you? Are you terribly afraid of something common as house flies?”

“Porozmawiamy o tym jutro fair maden,” and he placed his head down on the ground like a dog. Katharina frowned, and slapped his head.

“Nie wierzê w to Ok³ama³es mnie about speaking Polish!”

“ I am sorry. All of a sudden I remembered some more words I learned before we met!”

“Nie wierzê w to… Powiedz mi prawde!” she shook her fist as if she was ready to kill.

“Powiedzia³em, ¿e jest mi przykro!”

“ Come again?”

“ Please just calm down I’ll explain,” They both sat next to each other, but she was red with fury. “I am a very forgetful person by nature, and my memory is not the greatest in the world. You may not believe me, but Nie opuszczaj mnie teraz, but if do, so, then I understand perfectly.”

“Jesteœ szalony!”

“ Your right, and about the flies. I just have a silly phonbia of them, ok? Simple as that.”

“ Then why were you talking to yourself as if you were desperate to preserve your life?”

Silence embraced the two for a half hour as they sat there and sweat as the last bits of sunlight was starting to leave the valley. Krutz hesitated.

“Przepraszam”

“ Why? Your just trying to get out of answering!” her accented English flared like a volcano erupting.

“Porozmawiajmy some other day,” Katharina sighed, but held his hand again.

“ Zagoda, but promise me once we get to Littleroot that you will tell me in detail about yourself, ok?”

“ I cannot guarantee nothing.”

“ You are so impossible!” Katharina thought.

“ But… lets talk about another subject shall we? About Piyo.”
“ Who is she?”

“ My starter.”

Katharina held out Krutz rusty pokeball containing the injured chick.

“ I don’t suggest you open it as of yet since she is in very critical condition.”

“ What are you talking about women? Piyo is indestructible!”

“ Look, your really testing my patience today, and if I could have my way you’d be a corpse like the P-17 pack. Nobody has the same endurance, or at least anyone alive both human and pokemon like yourself.”

“ I know, but Piyo is the same like me, but only tiny and full of feathers!”

“ Let me ask you a question. Where you ever abused as a child, or born mentally deprived?”

“ Nah, my mommy said I was a little angel when I came out.”
They both looked at each other, and Krutz began to make a multitude of funny faces. Katharina couldn’t resist laughing.
“ Your evil for sure.”

“ Not quite yet ma’am.”

So side-by-side Krutz and Katharina began to walk to the Northwest back to Littleroot. She was still pissed off at him, but for now they decided to keep their feeling and questions at a halt until they reached civilization.

“ Will Piyo make it?”

“ Yes, but lets discuss that later, ok?”

As the starts began to shimmer in the dusk sky neither one was afraid for they no longer were deprived of human contact. Little did they know they will play each other’s strings of fate like a women and her harp time, and time again.

“ The shadows will embrace you soon enough lad, but for now let today be a reminder that you are still my responsibility.”

And the raspy humming of fly wings trolled off behind the platonic couple.