From: Tech Weaver Mask, Majora no Miko (theover-powerer@webtv.net) Subject: [PW] [Poke-X-Mon] Lightning Strikes Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000-12-01 11:00:54 PST Last time, in Poke-X-mon: Chet rescued a Pikachu from a small bear trap. The Pikachu later returned the favor and saved Chet from a trap set up by Team Rocket members Maxine and Hera. Chet put Pikachu into a PokeBall so he can take it to the Pokemon Center. [The X-Men theme plays] Poke-X-Mon Episode 5: Lightning Strikes Written by Chet "Tech" Weaver Chet always thought the rain was just a little more bearable with a cowboy hat. After all, a cowboy's hat is designed to keep off both the rain and the sun. They look good, too. Of course not being out in the rain was much better than being out in it. Inside you can make yourself some cocoa, turn a few lights out, curl up on the couch with a good book or maybe turn on the radio and listen to the rain patter outside. Boy, did Chet wish he were inside. Thunder crashed as Chet and Chance the Meowth ran through the forest. "I don't suppose you could try for a Clear Skies or Sunny Day with your Coin Flip move, could ya?" Chet asked. "Mow," Chance replied. Lightning struck with an immediate boom, evenly splitting a nearby tree. The thunder's force blew off what Chet first thought was a piece of wood. He got a closer look when it slammed into him. He was bowled over by a girl about his age, with short, black hair. She lifted her head weakly, her black eyes meeting Chet's, before passing out. Chet rolled the girl off him as he got up. He knelt down for a closer look. She was okay, considering that she was nearly struck by lightning. She was slightly burnt and the rain turned to steam as it hit her. He gave her a little nudge, then put an ear to her chest. "She's still alive," reported Chet. "At least I think. We'll have to get her out of the rain, if we can." He scooped the girl up in his arms and they ran off in search of shelter. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ She shut her eyes tightly as sunlight poured into her face from an open window. She groaned and turned over, wrapping herself more in the blanket. She put an arm under her head to cushion herself from the hard, wooden floor. What was she doing on the floor? "About time you woke up," a voice said. She sat up, holding the blanket against herself. A boy stood, looking out the window. He was about 14 and had no hair. "Sorry about your clothes," he said, adjusting the zipper on his black windbreaker with gloved hands. "We were both pretty wet by the time I found this place. Rain has a tendancy to do that, y'know?" "Where are they?" she asked. The boy guestured with his head and turned around to face the window. "I hung them near the fireplace to dry," he said. "Like I said, they got pretty wet, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn't think you'd mind, on the account of you being unconscious 'n all." She got up and walked over to the fireplace. Her clothes must've been fully dried, as they were folded up and placed on the hearth in a stack. Along with her undergarmets, there was a black skirt. white t-shirt, red jacket and black choker. "Are you sure these are mine?" she asked. "Uh, yeah," the boy said, still facing away from her. "It's not everyday I strip the clothes off an unconscious girl. By the way, the name's Chet." "Um, thank you, Chet." "Don't mention it." She looked about the room. "There aren't any other rooms," Chet said. "So this is as private as it gets. Don't worry, I won't turn around." "You could leave the room." "D'oh, yeah. Uh, hold on." Chet promptly picked up his shoes and pulled them onto his feet. Apologizing, he climbed out the window and lowered the board, closing the window behind him. She was about to let the blanket drop to her feet when the window opened again. "Sorry," Chet apologized again. "I just need my hat and sunglasses. Yeah, thanks." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Chet waited outside the cabin door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him. Chance the Meowth sat on his shoulder, eagerly grooming himself. The door opened and the girl stepped out. "Your still here," she said. "I left my backpack inside," Chet explained, reentering the cabin. "You also don't have any Pokemon on you, so I thought it would be a good idea to escort you back to Pewter City. It's the closest town." "What makes you think I can't handle myself with out Pokemon?" she asked. "The tree you were next to exploded when it was hit by lightning," Chet explained, walking out of the cabin. "You might have injuries that need treatment. I can't let you be out here all alone when you suddenly feel you can't stand under your own power." The girl sighed. "I suppose you right," she admitted. "Well, let's go." The three of them started off through the forest. After a while, a thought occurred to Chet. "What were you doing out in the forest all alone?" he asked. "I... I don't know," the girl said. "Do you remember anything about last night?" "I remember landing on something hard, then opening my eyes and seeing your face, then passing out. I didn't hurt you, did I?" "Nah, I can take a lot worse than that. Trust me." Chet scratched the back of his head and hoped the girl wouldn't ask him what the hard thing she landed on was. He didn't want anyone to know about the mutant exoskeleton hidden under his clothes. Not yet at least. "By the way, what's your name?" Chet asked. "My name..." the girl began, "My name... I... I don't know...." Chet stopped. "You don't know your own name?" "No... I don't..." Chet checked the back of the girl's head. "You've got a pretty nasty bump back here," Chet said. "Do you remember anything beyond last night?" "No... I... I don't remember anything." The girl's face was riddled with shock and confusion. "Do you know what he is?" Chet pointed to Chance, who was once again grooming himself. "That's a Meowth, a Pokemon." "And that?" "A tree?" "And that?" "Bigfoot?" "Up there?" "The Legendary Bird Moltres?" "Ho-Oh, but you're close. Do you know the theme to Gundam Wing?" "Should I?" "Not necessarily. It'd be cool if you did, though. I think you have amnesia, but not complete amnesia." "Is that bad?" "It's gotta be better than complete amnesia. We should get you to a doctor, though." "Weren't we going to do that anyway?" "Well at least you don't have short-term memory loss." "Is that bad?" "It's gotta be better than complete amnesia. We should get you to a doctor, though." "Weren't we going to do that anyway?" "Well at least you don't have short-term memory loss." "Is that bad?" "You can't program a VCR! You're senile!" "What?" "Nevermind. C'mon. This is the fastest way out of the forest." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "My prognosis is she has amnesia," the doctor said, looking up from his clipboard. "But other than that, she's perfectly healthy. I couldn't even guess that she was hit by lightning if you didn't tell me." "Is there anything we can do about the amnesia?" Chet asked. "Her memories should eventually return," the doctor said. "But if they don' t, I could prescribe a series of painful electric shocks designed to stimulate the brain's memory centers." "How about if you don't?" the girl requested. "I could hit you upside the head with this surgical two-by-four," the doctor suggested, walking across the examination room. "But I have to warn you, the curing of amnesia is more art than science." "I think I'll just see if they come back on their own," the girl said nervously. "Alright then. If you'll excuse me, my four o'clock is here." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "You don't mind if I call you Valerie, do you?" Chet asked after Nurse Joy took his Pokemon away to be healed. He and the girl walked over to a bench in the Pokemon Center. "I suppose not," the girl said. "Why?" "I just figured you'd need a name," Chet explained. "And Valerie happens to be one of my favorite names." "Okay," Valerie accepted. "Was it a name of a relative?" "Nah. Just someone who could've been a friend of mine... Kinda the one that got away, y'know..." "Oh... So... What'll we do now?" "I guess I'll take you to the police station tomorrow, see if they can find out where you live." "If they can't?" "I guess we'll have to find a place for you to stay until your memory returns." "Can I stay with you?" "I... I'm afraid not. I'm kinda on a journey right now." "Then can I go with you?" "I don't think so. I don't..." "Please? You're the only person I know and somehow I feel like I can trust you." Chet sighed. "I guess," he said. "It would be nice to have someone to talk to besides my Pokemon." "Thank you," Valerie said, hugging him tightly. Not really sure what to do, Chet gave her a small hug back. Nurse Joy called Chet's name. Valerie reluctantly let go as Chet went over to retrieve his Pokemon. "She your girlfriend?" Nurse Joy asked out of curiosity. "What? No," Chet replied. "She's just some girl I met." "She seems to like you a lot." "Well, it seems like I'm the only one she can trust." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "Go on," coaxed Chet. "Go on." "Pi?" Pikachu asked, tilting his head to one side. "Go on," Chet said, kneeling down and pushing the Pikachu toward the forest. "Go on. Shoo." "Pi pikachu pikapi," Pikachu said, not moving. "Look, I said I was going to take you to the PokeCenter and I did. Now you can go. You're free now. Free as the wind blows, as the Bellsprout grows. Go! Run free!" Pikachu blinked. "Meowth," Chance said. "Meowth meow eow mowth. Meowth! Meowth!" "Pi?" Pikachu asked, not understanding a word Meowth said. "Meowth," Chance grumbled, slapping his forehead. "Meowth meow! Meowth meow!" Pikachu blinked. "Meowth..." Chance collasped. "Maybe he just doesn't want to leave," Valerie suggested. "I guess not," Chet admitted. He put Pikachu into a PokeBall and placed it on his belt. "I could use an electric-type on my team, anyway." "So, where to now?" "Pewter City Gym. I want to get there before it closes." The three of them walked across town to the Pewter City Gym. It was a building made seemingly out of grey slabs of stone, no where near as eloquent as the Viridian City Gym. The door opened as Chet approached and a girl at least half a head taller than Chet stepped out. She wore a baseball cap and a sour expression when she recognized Chet. "What are you doing here, you freak?" the new girl demanded. "Hello, Chloe," Chet said. "I'm just here to battle for a gym badge like any competent trainer. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Chet attempted to pass by Chloe, but she stood in his way. "Could you step aside, please?" Chet requested. "That badge isn't going to win itself, you know." "I'm not about to let you contaminate this gym with your filth, you soulless genetic construct," Chloe glowered. "I didn't come here to be insulted," Chet said. "Now I have some training to if you don't mind." "That's too freakin' bad, 'cause I'm not lettin' ya in!" "Well, you're going to have to leave a some point, so I'm going to get in sooner or later." "I'll wait here as long as I have to to make sure you don't..." "Sorry, we're closed," said a man with spiky hair and squinty eyes. He closed the door behind him and locked it. "What!?" exclaimed Chloe. "You can't be closing now! I haven't fought you yet!" "You haven't fought him yet?" Chet repeated. "Are you the gym leader?" "Yep," the man said. "The name's Brock. Sorry I can't stay, but I got a hot date tonight and I have to close up early." "What!?" demanded Chloe. "Why!?" "When you're a guy like me going for a girl like that, you DON'T ask questions," Brock replied. "Maybe if challenged me right away instead turning around and leaving first, I might've been able to accept your challenge. Well, see ya." With that, Brock pranced merrily down the street, leaving behind Chet, Valerie and a dumbfounded Chloe. "I guess we'll have to come back tomorrow," Chet said. "So, Chloe, your PokeCenter or mine?" "Only losers and freaks stay at the PokeCenter," Chloe retorted with renewed confidence. "I'm going back to my motel room, but don't even THINK for a moment that you've won, you.... chromosomal catastrophe! I'll be back tomorrow!" "What was that about?" Valerie asked after Chloe stormed off. "Just some petty rivalry from Vertigo Island," Chet explained. "Some people just can't get over racial differences." "What racial differences?" Valerie asked. "Oh," Chet said, realizing he slipped up. "I'm Italian and she's Irish. Meowths and Growlithes, y'know?" "Oh. Okay." I can't believe she fell for that, Chet thought as the headed back to the Pokemon Center. To Be Continued....