Chapter 4:Breathless or an Android?
By Containiac…what, you were expecting otherwise?

Please note, that the fic’s now going to be around PG-13. Some dark words being thrown about right here…

DICLAIMER!!!!!-I don’t own Pokemon…or Do I…No I don’t, I don’t! DON’T SUE ME! I Don’t own RadioHead lyrics either…or Nick Cave’s either…

Viridian City slept peacefully, without worries, which had only been possible for a few years. Giovanni, leader of Team Rocket, had uprooted the headquarters and moved out two years ago. No one knew why. Some thought it was an experiment gone wrong, and the involved Pokemon had escaped. And Giovanni had thought it was so important, he decided to follow it.

Only Team Rocket members knew the true reason, and surprisingly, the rumors were close to the truth. It had been an escaped experiment all right…but about it being a Pokemon…

A Shadowy figure stood on a cliff overlooking the city. He sighed. It had been a long time…and bad memories were ever-present around this place. Extremely bad memories. The figure’s face looked forward for a second, then retreated back into shadow. For one second, blonde hair had been visible.

A hood was pulled up, and the figure stepped out again. He was wearing all black, and the hood covered his hair and face. Only the shine coming from his eyes was visible about his entire body.

He set his eyes on a few abandoned buildings near the edge of the town. The former Team Rocket headquarters was now a dumping ground. A chuckle was heard from under the hood. They deserved it. Yet he only wished all Team Rocket was destroyed. It would make his life so much easier.

Giovanni deserved worse than death for all that he had done. Especially…no, he didn’t even want to think about the most heinous of Giovanni’s acts. He spat at the ground.

The figure started to hum, but then broke into song. His voice was clear and tranquil, but a bitter venom was hidden within it. He sung a song which he hated, because it was the most depressing song he had ever come across…still, in moments like this, it was useful to get some of the depression and hate out.

The figure was interrupted by a noise from behind him. A man stepped out, a pretty vicious pair of Houndoom behind him. He had a sneer on his face, looking at the hooded figure with intent. His voice was gravelly, and rougher than Onix skin.

The man gave a snarl which was worthy of one of his Houndoom. “Get him! Flamethrower!” Steams of fire erupted from the dark/fire type’s mouths, engulfing the hooded figure. The thief laughed, but that laugh soon died in his throat as he saw the figure walk out of the flames, totally unharmed.

The figure lifted up his hand towards the thief and his Houndoom. His palm glowed with a purple light. Seconds later, the thief and his Houndoom were on the floor unconscious. The figure turned and jumped down the huge drop, but he somehow managed to land on his feet after the 30 foot fall. He brushed himself down, and if anyone had been close to him at the time, they would have heard these words.

“And here I thought Psychic attacks didn’t affect dark types…”

The next morning…

Michelle sat up and yawned. She’d had a great sleep. It’s late morning, so obviously Matt must be asleep as well, she thought. He wanted to get to Pallet Town pretty early…I wonder why…

They had stopped overnight in the Viridian City Pokemon centre. He had said the night before that he wanted to stop off for a few days in Pallet, to catch up with an old friend. Michelle wondered if that was his hometown. But she hadn’t had the courage to ask. Matt didn’t like talking about the past.

After she had got showered, changed, and packed, Michelle left her small room to go and find Matt. She checked reception first, thinking he’d be angry and impatient, ready to leave. But, surprisingly, he wasn’t there. Reception was empty, everyone either having left, or people far too lazy to get up and out from their comfy beds.

When she decided to check Matt’s room, she pressed her ear against the door first, seeing if she could hear anything to as a clue to if Matt was awake or not. What she heard though, confused her. She listened again, and heard someone gently strumming a guitar and humming. Perhaps he has a CD on, thought Michelle, but why would he be listening to that if he wanted to leave?

She was about to knock, when she heard Matt gently singing, and she tried to pick up the words. His voice was clear, and it was also beautiful…What was he singing though?

Michelle stood motionless, her ear still to the door. Was Matt singing the song to cheer himself up…or did he actually mean what he was singing? Surely it couldn’t be her…they’d only just met, and Matt had been against her joining him. So who was Matt singing about?

Suddenly she heard Matt start sobbing quietly. She was stunned. She thought him to be cold and almost emotionless…she was being surprised this morning…

“Why you? Why couldn’t it have been me? I hate this life without you…Melody...I’m going to see him…I’ll get them back…for everything…” Michelle didn’t understand what Matt was saying. He was talking about a girl, who Michelle guessed was Melody. Then he talked about seeing someone, who Michelle hazarded a guess as to where both of them would be visiting in Pallet. But it was the last part was that which confused her most. He wanted to get back at ‘Them’. Whoever they were. She didn’t know what to make of all these mood swings Matt had.

She steeled up the courage to finally knock. It took a few seconds, but Matt eventually opened the door. Michelle immediately wished she had waited. Matt’s face was streaked with tears. He looked downtrodden again, like he had been when they had first met, which, Michelle remembered, had only been a couple of days ago. And she had seen so many different sides of him.

“Are you all right?” Michelle sounded concerned, but Matt remembered how he was trying to de-convince her to travel with him. “Just fine.” He tried to make it sound cold, but he couldn’t do it. He moaned, and flopped onto his bed. He counted to ten before getting up again, and he proceeded to pack silently and swiftly. Michelle sighed. He was hopeless…

Eventually, they were on the road again, traveling to Pallet Town via Route 2. Matt walked slightly ahead, trying to make up the lost time he had spent looking back into the past…

Matt’s POV

I’m so foolish. I let myself go back into the past again…but isn’t that what I’m doing now? I shouldn’t be doing this…I should be in hiding, making sure nobody else gets hurt, but, I can’t let them get away with it. For what they did. I am cursed till the day I die because of them. Yes. Maybe, I could finally end it there…my life is expendable…I will end them with my last breaths…for I’m sure the attempt will kill me…one boy against Team Rocket, even if the boy is me, the odds don’t look favorable…but dying shall be my escape…and I shall meet with you again…I will see you again melody…but what am I going to do about Michelle? Maybe I could leave her with him…but he’ll want to come with me, and I can’t stop him. He is my best friend after all. Maybe she could stay with the professor…as long as she doesn’t know what I’m doing or what exactly I am…she’ll be fine to do whatever she likes I guess…wait…what’s that?

Matt was interrupted by a deep rumbling sound. Michelle heard it too, and she stepped closer to him. She looked up to his face and saw a look of anxiety there. “matt, what’s that?”

“I have a horrible feeling Michelle, which is that the noise we are both hearing is a Pokemon I have heard about that has recently been rampaging around Route 2. I had hoped we weren’t to meet it, and that’s why I wanted to set out early, when it was still asleep, but it can’t be helped I guess.” “WHAT!?” “And it would very much help if you didn’t shout…ah. Too late. There it is.” Matt clutched a Pokeball from his belt. “I very much advise you leave this to me. You haven’t seen this Pokemon, so rest assured, it should be able to handle anything this rampaging beat can throw at it. And then some. Oh god….I’m rambling…”

He was interrupted from his ramblings by a scream from Michelle. She had spotted the Pokemon in question. It was an Aggron. All 6’11, 794 pounds of Aggron. And it looked angry. She heard Matt mutter under his breath, “I hate Hoenn Pokemon…” Before he threw his own Pokeball.

What emerged almost made Michelle scream again. It was a Tyranitar. It almost matched up to the Aggron in height, but Matt didn’t care if the Aggron was bigger. His Tyranitar was powerful. “Tyranitar, Earthquake!” Tyranitar obeyed, sending a powerful shockwave through the earth towards the Aggron. It hit right on, but the Aggron quickly shook off the blow and charged at Tyranitar. Both Pokemon clashed in a battle of strength. Aggron managed to turn Tyranitar around so that Aggron’s back was closest to Matt and Michelle. But Tyranitar wasn’t done.

“Hyper Beam,” Tyranitar started to power up, and the energy formed in it’s mouth. It pushed the Aggron away and released the strongest attack there is. But the Aggron was clever. It was old and knew Hyper Beam itself. It allowed the push from Tyranitar to floor it, so the Hyper Beam went over the top of it and headed…straight towards Matt and Michelle.

“Ah…”

MWUHAHAHAHAHA! I am truly evil! Cliffhanger! Well, the last part will be the last part of this short fic, a prelude to the prelude. You’ll see what I mean by my next series, and, indeed, the last episode. May the ketchup of Pikachu be with you, always…