Subject: [PW!] A Hunting We Will Go
Date: 7 Sep 2001 22:34:05 -0700
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Ninja)
A Hunting We Will Go
Eric let out a yawn as he lay in bed, casually flipping though a
magazine. Nuku sat curled up in a corner, napping peacefully, letting
out a soft meow every once in awhile. Across the room, Orson's
Pokeball was sitting on the shelf, and a low, angry buzzing could be
heard from within. For a moment, Eric considered letting the Beedrill
out, but then he remembered what had happened the last time. Glancing
at his television set, he winced. The moment Orson was free, he buzzed
around the room in a frenzy, slicing the TV in half before Eric could
get him back into his Pokeball. One day, he would have to find out why
Orson always went berserk.
Going back to his magazine, Eric had nearly dozed off when the
doorbell rang, snapping him to attention. Hopefully it was someone
rich. Work had been scarce the past few weeks, and his rent was
already a week late. Eric rubbed his eyes, and opened the door to
find...nobody. Slamming the door in anger, he had barely walked three
steps when the doorbell rang again. He opened it, and prepared to hurl
curses at whomever he met eyes with, when he realized the doorbell
ringer was a little girl, no older than eight. She looked up at him
with wide eyes, clutching a stuffed Charmander against her body
tightly. Sighing, Eric glared at the child.
"Excuse me mister, but I need your help. My name is Suzy, and I lost
my most favorite Pokemon, and everybody says you're the best at
Eric groaned inwardly. Over the past few years he had gotten a
reputation in Goldenrod as something of a vigilante. Not that the
police force minded, they were swamped with more missing Pokemon
reports then they could count. As long as he kept some of his larger
jobs off their scanners, there was no problem. Of course, there were
times when he would be forced to go on "vacation" for a week or so.
Suzy tugged on Eric's pant leg, getting his attention. "Well mister,
can you help me?"
"I don't suppose you have any money on you?" Suzy shook her head
"Look kid, I don't know what you've heard, but I don't work for free.
A small job like this is $200. Come back when you have the money." He
closed the door, but not before she could slip into the apartment.
Slapping his forehead in frustration, Eric opened the door again,
motioning for her to leave.
"Wait mister, my parents can pay! I promise!"
Eric looked down at her suspiciously. There had been a few cases where
he was promised cash after the job, and been stiffed. As a general
rule, he demanded half upfront, and half afterwards. However, the kid
was near tears, and it wasn't like an eight year old to lie.
"Alright kid, just hold on a second." Eric slipped on his coat, and
called Nuku into her Pokeball without waking her up. As a last minute
decision, he decided to leave Orson behind. Best not to have an
unbalanced Beedrill with him if the kid was going to be around.
Walking out the door, he motioned for the young girl to follow him.
She smiled a toothy grin, and followed behind him as he boarded the
"Ok, first things first. What kind of Pokemon is it, and where'd you
"She's a Flaffy, and she's got a red collar around her neck with a
heart that has her name on it. She's my most favorite Pokemon ever! I
was walking through Ilex forest, and lost sight of her when I stopped
to tie my shoes. I guess I'm not a very good trainer..." She trailed
off, looking down at her feet.
Eric unconsciously rubbed his right arm through his coat, tracing a
finger across the deep scar. "We all make mistakes." He wasn't sure if
he was talking to the girl, or to himself. As they stepped off the
elevator, Eric allowed Suzy to lead him to Ilex forest, to the spot
she had last been before her Flaffy disappeared. Before Eric could
look around, he heard people approaching. He pushed Suzy behind some
large shrubbery, and quietly grabbed a sturdy tree branch, pulling
himself upward and out of sight. Steadying himself on the large
branch, he glanced down as two people, a man and woman, walked by,
talking to themselves. They were speaking in hushed tones, so Eric
only caught part of their conversation.
"...a good price."
Eric narrowed his eyes. The duo was either working for Team Rocket,
which was doubtful considering they weren't dressed in any kind of
uniform, or they were selling Pokemon to the Rocket's, in which case,
he had to act fast. Gracefully jumping from the tree, he landed with a
dull thud behind the two, catching their attention.
"Now who's this clown?" The man grinned, twirling a Pokeball on one
finger. He was large, nearly a head taller than Eric, and muscular.
The woman, who seemed to be five years younger than Eric, was also
twirling a Pokeball on one finger. She laughed, slipping her Pokeball
onto a belt.
"Looks like a rookie. You can handle him alone, bro."
"Thanks sis. You go deal with that Flaffy."
The girl ran off, leaving Eric and her brother in a face off. "So
what's your name kid?" He asked, releasing his Pokemon from its
Pokeball. An equally muscular looking Machop appeared, flexing. "I
like to keep a record of my victories."
Eric simply stared at his opponent. Without a word, he released Nuku,
who had woken up from her nap, and was looking for some exercise.
The older boy grinned. "That puny little thing can't stand up to my
Machop!" The Machop looked down at its diminutive opponent, and let
out a laugh, striking a pose. Nuku simply flicked her tail, and with
lightning speed, slashed the Machop across the face. It blinked, then
fainted. The boy stood shocked, his mouth hanging wide open.
"How...how...how in the hell did you beat me?"
Eric allowed himself a smile. "Your Pokemon was poorly trained. I know
your type. You spent all your time teaching it how to pose, and not
enough time teaching it to fight. Pathetic." Without another word,
Eric recalled Nuku, who was calmly licking her paw, and walked past
the defeated boy, who was paralyzed with shock. Suzy, who had watched
all this from behind the shrubs, could barely contain herself. It had
been so exciting to see Eric battle. She jumped out of the bushes,
running past the defeated boy and his fainted Pokemon. She couldn't
wait to see the other girl get beaten.
Amelia smiled evilly as she fired a dart into the Flaffys back. It
slumped to the ground, the tranquilizer taking effect immediately.
Fishing around in her pocket, Amelia pulled out a Pokeball, and tossed
it at the fainted Pokemon. It bounced, and the Flaffy became red
energy, and was sucked into the Pokeball. Amelia shrunk the ball down,
and placed it in her pocket.
"Easy as taking candy from a baby, huh?"
Amelia turned, expecting to see her brother. "You got that right,
b-hey, what're you doing here? I thought Andrew beat you!"
"He lost. Now hand over the Pokemon." Eric clutched Nuku's Pokeball in
his hand, ready to release her for battle. Amelia simply glared at
him, and released her own Pokemon. A Kadabra appeared, clutching its
trademark spoon in one hand.
Eric paused for a moment. A psychic type would be tough, but not
impossible. Still, he wished he had brought Orson along as backup. He
freed Nuku from her Pokeball, and she stood at full attention, eager
for battle. Amelia wasted no time, and ordered her Kadabra to attack.
"Kadabra!" Kadaba used its power to lift Nuku high into the air, only
to drop her roughly onto the ground. Being a Meowth however, she
easily landed on her feet. With a yowl, she leapt forward, slashing
Kadabra. It leapt back, bruised but not beaten. With a simple 'Ka', it
used Recover on itself, and the scratch marks disappeared.
Nuku hissed, and tried her attack again, this time getting in a few
scratches before the psychic Pokemon used its power to shove her away
violently. Again, it used Recover, but by now, both Pokemon were
noticeably tired. Meowth physically, and Kadabra mentally. Thinking
quickly, Amelia recalled her Kadabra, and threw down a smoke bomb.
Eric recalled Nuku, and shielded his eyes as the thick smoke filled
the area. When it cleared, Amelia was gone.
"Damn her! If only I had brought along Orson..." Eric thought to
himself. Just then, Suzy came running up to him, out of breath.
"Did you get Flaffy back? Did you beat that girl like you did her
brother?" She asked excitedly. Eric clenched his fists angrily, and
shook his head. Suzy fell to her knees, and began to sob. Sighing,
Eric punched a nearby tree in anger, ignoring the dull throb in his
"Don't worry kid. I'm going to get your Pokemon back. You just go home
to your parents now." Suzy looked up at Eric, and smiled, then took
off running back home. Eric stood still for a moment, then turned and
headed back towards Goldenrod. He had a busy night ahead of him.