Pokemon Fight Back


Well, since I just finished chapter 10 tonight, I'm gonna do chapter 11 too, since most of the plot is jammed into my brain right now, coupled with the fact that there was no gore in chapter 10, leaving all of you poor people blood-starved. Nonetheless, this chapter will have a mess of blood, etc, etc, etc, with some new thingies added in to throw a MASSIVE twist into the story. I just gotta say, you never saw THIS one coming >:} . Onward with chapter 11:

Chapter 11: Oh my God! (that's gotta make ya curious)

After a long, much needed sleep, Eric awoke to the sunlight shining directly into his eyes. Attempting to roll out of the way of the beam of light, he turned over and jammed his head under the covers. Soon realizing that he would never get back to sleep, he reluctantly decided to get up. Dragging himself to his feet, he looked over, seeing that Jane was no longer in bed. He wandered back downstairs, dragging his backpack behind him. Jane was seated at the pokecenter healing counter, chatting with the attendant.

"When'd you get up?", asked Eric, dragging his feet over towards Jane.

"Somewhere around 9:30.", said Jane. "Jeze, you slept in long."

Eric looked at his watch. It was already 10:50.

"Aw cripes.", mumbled Eric. "Missed the best time to battle trainers."

"How's that?", asked Jane, intrigued.

"My theory is," began Eric, "that the trainers are too tired to think properly in the morning, and hence make stupid mistakes when fighting."

"Interesting theory.", replied Jane. "Course, what happens if they're not tired, but you are?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.", said Eric. "Nonetheless, methinks it's time to teach the next gym leader a lesson."

Grabbing a quick bite to eat (pizza pop, microwaved), they headed out towards the bushes that stopped them from entering the gym. Suddenly, from somewhere beside them, they heard a distinct song.

"Prepare for doom."

"Or leave the room."

"For the love of God make it stop!", shouted Eric.

"To unite evil in all it's glory."

"To destroy good in some way gory."

"Can't ya at least change your song lyrics once in a while?", asked Jane angrily.

"If you don't like it, T.S.", replied Jamie.

"To steal Pokemon for no good reason."

"To commit ourselves to things like treason."



"Team Ricochet blasts off out of sight."

"Squirt, that's right."

"Well, there's something I definitely want to blast around here.", mumbled Eric.

"Pipe up.", said Squirt. "It's high time we simply beat your Pokemon out of you."

"Pfft, yeah, that'll happen.", said Eric, grabbing Florin's pokeball.

"Team Ricochet... if I could only get you alone sometime!", said Jane, already enraged.

"Then what would you do?", said Squirt, taunting her, attempting to make her spill her secret.

"Hell, the same thing I'd do.", said Eric, smacking his fist into his other hand. "However, Florin, do your stuff!"

"Ivy-ivysaur!", said Florin, flying out of his pokeball and landing in front of Team Ricochet.

"Go Poliwhirl!", shouted Jamie. With a flash, the Poliwhirl landed in front of Florin, already in battle stance.

"Go Magmar!", shouted Joseph. "This guy will toast your Florin to nothing but ashes!"

"Oh, no it won't!", said Jane, pulling out Inferno's pokeball. "Inferno, burn that Magmar before it can do squat!"

Jane was trying hard to hold in her rage for Team Ricochet. If she let Pinsir out, who knows what might happen. It may attack someone in front of Eric, or even Eric himself. She figured it would be best if Pinsir was kept in the dark for a while. In the meantime, Inferno had flown out of his pokeball and had just used flamethrower on the Magmar, which fell back, injured.

"Char-charm.", said Inferno, quite proud of himself.

"Sweet.", said Eric as the Magmar took it's attention off of Florin, who had just razor-leafed the Poliwhirl into submission.

"Damnit... that was fast.", said Jamie, recalling her Poliwhirl.

"You fucking slut.", said Joseph. "Maybe I should set my Magmar on you instead... cut out the middle man."

"I'm warning you.", muttered Jane, breathing deeply through her clenched teeth. "You don't want to push me too far."

"Why not?", asked Squirt. "You'll pull out your Pinsir?"

"No, I'll...", started Jane, crouching down. "Throw a rock at your fucking head!"

Jane threw the rock directly towards Squirt, who merely ducked into his shell as the rock merely bounced harmlessly away. She couldn't stand the thought of Eric learning about Pinsir. Eric was however currently in the process of calling back Florin to notice.

"Hah!", laughed Joseph. "Can't even hurt a turtle. Not only are you a whore, but your weak as...", started Joseph, laughing.

"FUCK YOU!", screamed Jane, picking up a large, sharp rock. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING SLICE YOUR HEAD OFF, YOU FUCKING SON OF A FUCK!"

"Woah, Jane, ease up a little.", said Eric, stepping towards Jane. "Just insult him back and all will..."

"DIE!", shouted Jane, lunging towards the laughing Joseph. Seeing her charge him, Joseph quickly spun out of the way. Jane quickly turned around and lunged again. Joseph, however, had not had time to turn around. As he spun to face Jane, the rock's jagged edge sliced deep into his left arm. Blood spurted out of the wound, soaking his shirt red.

"FUCK!", shouted Joseph in pain, clenching his right hand over the wound.

"JANE!", shouted Eric, running towards her in an attempt to stop her rampage.

Jane was now in a violent rage, fueled by the Team Ricochet's insults. She swung around angrily towards Eric's voice. Eric saw this, and quickly ducked to avoid any damage. The stone however managed to shred through Eric's shirt and slice lightly into the skin on his back.

"Damnit!", shouted Eric, rolling out of the way.

"Eric, I'm sorry!", said Jane, suddenly dropping the stone and stepping over to where Eric had rolled. She didn't really mean to hurt him. She just couldn't control her actions right then. Tearing off a piece of her shirt, she began to dab up some of the blood that had begun to run down Eric's back.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!", said Eric, trying to get up.

"Fuck man, let's get outta here.", said Joseph, still clutching his arm. Jamie picked up his pokeball, which had dropped when his arm was cut. She recalled Magmar and started off after the others which had already begun to leave. Squirt seemed not to notice that Joseph was injured, but seemed to almost be laughing as he turned and ran. Joseph had by now managed to tear off a strip of his shirt and tourniquet off his arm. Blood had poured down his side, drenching his shirt and jeans. The loss of blood and shock of being cut made him dizzy, as he nearly fell when trying to run. Blood stood in small pools, slowly flowing down the slight incline towards Eric's feet.

Jane was now applying pressure to Eric's back. She swore to herself that she must never let that happen again. Not only had she lashed out at someone in front of Eric, but she had accidentally injured Eric in the process.

"Jesus fucking Christ!", said Eric, trying to stand up again. "What the fuck is the matter with you? Are you fucking insane?!?"

"I'm so sorry Eric.", started Jane. "I was so mad at them, I didn't notice that you were there."

"Well watch it god damnit!", said Eric. "Why the hell did you get so mad in the first fucking place?"

"I can't really explain.", said Jane. "It's a very personal matter they were attacking, and I just couldn't hold back."

"Personal.", muttered Eric. "Guess I can't argue too much with that. Lucky fucking thing you didn't cut me deeper or I'd do you in myself."

"I can't blame you for being mad.", said Jane. "I promise it won't happen again."

"S'allright, it'll heal.", said Eric angrily. "Only a scratch. Let's just go put some tape or something over it so it won't stain any of my other clothes here."

After a quick trip back to the pokecenter for some packaging tape, Eric covered his wound and put on a different shirt. With that, they returned to the bush blocking them from the next gym. As they looked around, Jane's bloody stone was lying on the ground, the blood starting to coagulate over its surface. Random spots of blood were spattered around on the dirt from where Joseph took his hand off his shoulder. Jane kicked the stone as hard as she could, watching it sail into some nearby trees. If she hadn't found that stone, all of this might have been avoided.

"Well, let's get my Nidoran to cut down this bush here and let us in.", said Eric, pulling Nidoran's pokeball from his backpack.

"Ah, fucking damnit.", mumbled Eric as the backpack jiggled over his cut. Jane merely had another 'I'm sorry' look in her eyes. He didn't care. He was beginning to regret having her along, even if only for company.

"Nid-nidoran.", said Nidoran, popping out of his pokeball. Quickly, he took one look at the bush and shredded it down in one fell swipe.

"Back little fella.", said Eric as he kicked the broken and cut branches out of the way.

As they walked inside the gym, they noticed a large pile of garbage cans set up very symmetrically. Shrugging, he walked past them towards one of the trainers that were standing about.

"Sure you got enough garbage cans in here?", asked Eric.

"That a challenge?", asked the trainer.

"...Sure, why not?", said Eric, pulling out his Nidoran male again.

"Go Nidoran!", said Eric, tossing the pokeball to the ground.

"Ni-nidoran.", said the Nidoran, looking for his next fight.

"Aw cripes... ground type... that's just what I need.", said the trainer. "Well, I've got one Pokemon with a normal attack... let's see what he can do. Go Pikachu!"

"What's he got?", asked Eric.

"Quick attack. Let's see how much damage it does.", said the trainer.

"Nidoran, get a cut in first!", shouted Eric quickly.

"Nid-nidor.", said the Nidoran, swinging as much weight as he could towards the yellow rat. His attack struck hard, but the Pikachu was still pretty strong. After all, the Nidoran was still lower level.

"Pika.", said the Pikachu, quickly attacking the Nidoran back. The Nidoran took the hit and fell back. He struggled to his feet again and stood ready.

"Stubborn little puke, ain't he?", said the trainer.

"Is it my imagination, or is everyone in this town a jackass?", mumbled Eric. "Nidoran, try cut again."

"Jackass?", said the trainer, taking his mind off the battle. The Pikachu looked back at his master, wondering what just happened, when the Nidoran's attack struck extremely hard into his side (critical hit). The Pikachu fell to his knees and finally onto his side. He was out for the count.

"Aw, crap.", said the trainer, looking back to the now finished fight. "I gotta pay attention better."

"Damn straight.", said Eric, calling back the Nidoran. "Anyway, can you tell me what's with the garbage cans now?"

"Ah, might as well.", started the trainer. "Lieutenant Surge likes puzzle kinda things, so there's two switches in this room hidden under the garbage cans. Have fun finding them. Most trainers just forget which ones they've already checked." *

"That's easy enough to get around.", said Eric, kicking over one of the garbage cans.

"Uhh, I don't think Lieutenant Surge will like that.", said the trainer.

"Well nuts to him.", replied Eric, kicking over another one. This made him feel much better. He's been wanting to work off some steam after Jane had raked that stone across his back. Three garbage cans later, he found one of the switches. Kicking it on, he began his search for the other one. Another seven garbage cans later, the second one was found. Upon kicking it on as well, he and Jane turned to the side at the sound of the main doors opening to the Lieutenant's room.

Walking into the room, they heard a voice from a dark corner.

"Was it you who was making a mess of my gym?", asked the man.

"Just admit you like to get people to leave out of frustration because your scared to fight them.", taunted Eric.

"I resent that.", said the man, stepping into the light.

"BILL?!?", shouted Eric, seeing the familiar face.

"Hey, your that idiot from the cruise, right?", said Bill. "Bill Surge, at your service to beat your Pokemon helpless."

"Of all the mother-fucking, shit-eating, diarrhea-filled luck I could possibly have. Why the fuck couldn't you be some hot chick... or anything but you for that matter. Now have to stand being near the biggest asshole in the world.", started Eric. "When I get through destroying your Pokemon, I'm going to take your pokeballs and ram them into your eye sockets."

"Hey, just because you can't fight doesn't mean you have to insult me.", said Bill.

"I'm fully healed this time, shit for brains.", shouted Eric, getting madder.

"Your being a pretty big pussy about this, jackass.", shouted Bill back. "Just take it like a man."

Jane merely stood off to the side. This was Eric's fight, and she wasn't about to get involved.

"When I'm done with you, Hell will reject you because you've been beaten so badly!", shouted Eric, grabbing a pokeball. "Go Florin!"

"Not if you get there first!", shouted Bill, grabbing several pokeballs. "Go Raichu, Electabuzz, and Electrode!"

"That's blatant, fucking cheating!", said Eric angrily. "Can't you fight fair for once in your pathetic life, you fucking prick!"

"Everyone, beat the piss out of his shitty-ass Ivysaur!", shouted Bill.

Without hesitation, all three of them zapped Florin with thunderbolt at the same time, knocking him instantly unconscious and barely breathing. If Florin had not been of the plant type, he would have died instantly. He automatically returned to his pokeball, which Eric picked back up, throwing it hard back into his backpack.

"That does it freak.", said Eric, grabbing another pokeball. "Nidoran, use cut on Bill!"

"Hey, that's cheating even more!", shouted Bill. "Your supposed to fight the..."

But by then, the Nidoran had swung is claw towards Bill, cutting a long, thing wound across his chest.

"Fucking Christ!", screamed Bill, falling to the ground. The cut had sliced open his shirt, as well as knocking off his Thunderbadge. The badge slid across the ground towards Jane, who quickly picked it up and pocketed it.

"Your going to fucking die!", screamed Bill, pointing at Eric with one hand and clutching his chest with the other. "Pokemon, return."

A moment later, the Pokemon returned to their pokeballs, and Bill reached into his pocket and pulled out a large hunting knife, but hid it behind his back so that Eric wouldn't see it. ** As he moved forwards, Eric lunged towards him.

"I'll teach you to cheat, you lying son of a bitch!", shouted Eric, clenching his fists.

At this point, Bill swung the knife around from behind him, raking the blade deep, deep into Eric's face.

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!", screamed Eric, who was now experiencing the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. "MOTHER FUCKING GOD!"

Blood fanned across Bill's body as Eric's body swung to the side. The blood from the knife ran down Bill's arm and dripped onto the floor at his feet.

"YOU LIKE THAT BITCH?!?", screamed Bill, still infuriated at him. He stepped forward and slashed him again across the face, about an inch above the previous wound. The knife dug in deep once more, fanning blood across the room a second time. Bill was nearly covered in the blood of his enemy, and began laughing maniacally as Eric screamed in excruciating pain. Blood poured from his face onto the ground. What didn't hit the ground poured into his mouth through the gaping wound through his cheek. He fell to the ground, slipping in his own blood, covering his face with his hands.

Jane suddenly realized that she was not watching one of Team Ricochet's members be brutally slaughtered, but her best friend Eric begin to bleed to death on the ground. She had hardly noticed the blood up until this point. She bolted from the room for the pokecenter and called the paramedics instantly. Minutes later, they arrived at the gym, where Eric was barely moving, nearly drowning from the blood that had poured down his throat. Jane was beside the paramedics when they turned him over. For the first time, she clearly saw exactly what the blade had done to Eric. Bill had slashed the knife across his face from his left lower jaw, just underneath is right eye, and into his scalp. The second wound had sliced from near Eric's left ear up over his eye and over his forehead. Eric's nose was virtually sliced in two. His shirt was soaked red in blood, which was still pouring freely from the deep wounds. The wounds were sliced so deep that the blade had dug into the bone as well, causing splinters of bone to be poking up through the skin. Dirt had swept into the slit on his face when he had rolled over, causing small chunks of rocks and gravel to be stuck in-between the layers of skin. They jutted out slightly, letting the tips of them be seen from between the folds of skin as blood poured over the tops of them. As the paramedics began to pick him up, they noticed that blood was also flowing from Eric's chest. They instantly cut Eric's shirt off, seeing that Bill had stabbed Eric brutally in the chest while Jane had gone to call the ambulance. The wound was right in the center of his chest, which was pouring blood onto the ground as the heart pumped it to the artery, which had been severed from the stabbing. As the paramedics finished turning him over, he began to cough up blood. He was limp in the paramedic's arms as they tried to apply pressure to his chest wound. The blood was pouring out between the paramedic's fingers as they tried to slow the blood loss.

Jane suddenly looked around, noticing that Bill had left his gym, fleeing from the scene of the crime. Bill knew that he would be arrested for attempted murder, and wanted to flee as fast as he could. While the paramedics were running into the gym, he must have ran out into the forests nearby. In the corner of her eye, she saw the knife lying on the ground about eight feet from her.

Jane turned back to Eric, who was barely breathing from the extreme loss of blood. The paramedic's clothes were also soaked in blood as they lifted him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Jane quickly grabbed the knife that was lying in the dirt, sticky with drying blood. She then jumped into the back of the ambulance which sped off towards the hospital. As they arrived at the hospital, they had hooked Eric up to two IV systems in an attempt to get fluids into his body so that he doesn't die of blood loss. They hoisted him out of the ambulance and into the operating room, where Jane was immediately shoved out by one of the doctors. As the doors closed behind them, Jane was left standing in the waiting room, nearly covered in Eric's blood.

She sat down in the waiting room and glanced at her hand, which was still clenching the knife. As she looked to the side, she noticed that Eric's bag had been removed by the paramedics and carelessly dropped in the waiting room. Picking it up, she noticed that it was completely soaked in his blood as well. She quickly dropped the bag, tossing it into the corner, not wanting to touch it. It slid across the floor, leaving a thick red trail of blood behind it. As it hit the wall, blood splattered off of the sides of it, hitting the walls and dripping down.

Four hours later, the doors to the operating room opened up, and the doctors wheeled out Eric on a gurney, his face completely wrapped in cloth and his chest strapped down to prevent movement.

"How bad is he hurt?", shouted Jane as the doctors walked by.

"His face is badly scarred from the knife.", said one of the doctors. "He's lost a lot of blood through the chest wound. The knife severed an artery, which significantly slowed the blood flow to his body. Luckily, the knife missed both lungs, or he probably would have died. As well, it seems to have missed most of the other major organs, so our only worry now is his lack of blood."

"Will he be ok?", asked Jane.

"Yeah.", replied the doctor. "We just have to get a blood transfusion or two into his system. We managed to sew his artery back up, and have stitched his face so that we can control the bleeding."

"I guess that's a relief.", said Jane.

"Uhhh", said Eric as he began to come to. "Bill... fuck... you..."

"Don't try to talk there.", said the doctor. "You've taken quite a lot of damage here, but we'll have you good as new in about two weeks."

Eric was put back to sleep for the night, and Jane was forced to go back to the pokecenter. She reluctantly grabbed Eric's bag, which was now covered in matted blood. Holding it away from her, she walked back to the pokecenter. After she dropped off his things in their room, she went to hers and tried to sleep. Tomorrow, she would see how Eric was doing.

* : I know this ain't how the game goes exactly, but I just don't see how switches can physically move unless there's holes in the floor or something.

** : Yeah, this definitely doesn't happen in the game. But I told you it would be unexpected. At this point, and the next several chapters, the story takes strange, bizarre twists that borderline follow the game, but still manage to.

Will Eric live through the night? Will he ever be able to fight Pokemon again? Will I be introducing a new character in place of Eric? Will Bill escape the police? What happened to Joseph of Team Ricochet? Why can't they make skim milk completely white? Will Eric go insane like Jane seems to have? The answers to a mess of these questions in the coming chapters, which will probably be written tomorrow or next week sometime.


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