Pokemon Part I

Pokemon Story Part I


     Dozens of lines did what lines do; they lined up, covering most of the hideout of none other than Team Magma. Red hooded figures of both genders stayed, poise in their place. Each of them close enough to feel the ones before them breathing down thier neck. Tension was building up, making a irrating atmosphere. There was already enough heat filtering the air from the pools of random sorching magma that laid in pussing, steaming bubbles. Beads of sweat fall from the hairlines of nearly every member. No one dared to move a hand to wipe thier brows. It was as though moving would trigger the tension to explode.. and that would not be a swell thing to do amougest steaming pools of lava. These memebrs were obviously the scheming and conspiring bandits of Team Magma which could be told from the black symbol embedding the front of thier uniforms; an outline of what seemed to be a volcaneo morphing into an M.
     The sound of the lava sizzling, and the steaming bubbles popping seemed to be the only sound to be acknowledged. Everyone seemed to keep thier breathing to themselves. Footsteps, light but hastey picked up, coming from a small opening in one of the walls. It was soon followed by heavy breathing. No one turned an ear or eye to see what it was. A small figure broke through the darkness of the small opening, and found themselves on all fours, panting and trying to catch thier breath for all that they were worth. It was another hooded figure, quite similar to the other hundred that were lined up, straight and zombified. It was a girl, who appeared dangerously young to be caught up with people such as Team Magma. Black hair cascaded from the red hood that covered her head. Even through the shadow of the over hood, you could still notice the pallied skin and silver orbed eyes. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and she had a worried expression painted across her face.
     She got up quickly, grabbing the PokeBalls that had fallen from her belt. She clipped them back on, looked in every single direction with her eyes darting everywhere, and retreated to the end of the first line in sight. No one glanced at her as she made her way, no one acknowledged her existence, or seemed to at least. She got to the end, still calming her breathing, and muttering to herself, "Please, don't let him see me. Please, don't let him see me!"
     A few more seconds of silence conintued, before a load clank echoed, starttling some people, then shortly followed by a load voice booming; "Maloe!"
     The young girl jumped, yelping in surprise, clearly not suspecting this. She leaned with one foot outside of her line, and glared up towards the front. Standing there, in full glory was Team Magma's leader; Maxie. He had his hands planted on his waist, one foot tapping the gravel ground repeatly, and a cocky smile dancing upon his lips, he returned Maloe's glare with one of his own.
     "Late again, I see!" He boomed again, starttling a few more members, "The young never seem to learn."
     Maloe sighed, rolled her eyes and tried to hide herself as best she could, hoping Maxie would forget about her late entrance, although she was positive that he wouldn't.
     All hope she had was shattered when Maxie took another boom of a annoucement, "Maloe! Coud you please make your way to the front?"
     Why he bothered asking was nothing more than cruel humour. She knew this wasn't a yes or no question. She had no opition of whether or not to stay where she was or actually make her way to the front. She had to go to the front. So, with one muffled moan she slowly but eventually abandoned her place in line and made her way towards Maxie, who still maintained the cocky smile. He was the leader of the pack, he had power over them all, somehow playing God to a small collection of the human race seemed to entertain him, which he was about to show as soon as Maloe stood right in front of him.
     He fingered the loop of this Pokebelt as he seemed to be pondering on something. He tapped his wide chin with a ash filled finger, looking up at the high cieling of rock. Maloe knew this look quite well, it was the look that Maxie always presented before putting on a show for the team. He liked to do that a lot, to show them that he was the one with the power. He expressed it best by picking on the younger members of Team Magma, members just like Maloe.
     "I think.." he said in a mock tone, "That you need to be taught a lesson."
     He glanced at Maloe quickly, then pushed passed her, opening his arms out to the other 99 members of Team Magma. He chuckled, "What do you think it should be today, gang? Tightrope walking across a pool of lava? A sleepover in the hot springs? 105 vs. 5 Pokemon battle?"
     Maloe stood there, motionless. All of this was nothing new. She had gone through this procedure many times before. She had mastered tightrope walking across the lava pools, although it really wasn't tightrope walking at all. Athough Maxie had never seen or visited the hot springs, he had sent Maloe there for the night several times. It was the punishment she most hoped for. These hotsprings were dead, she never had any problems, and it was a rather cool place, a nice breeze that relieved her from the hot atmosphere in the hollowed out valcaneo that Team Magma called thier hideout. As for the 105 vs 5 Pokemon battle, it was just as Maxie had stated. 105 Pokemon vs Maloe's pokemon, which totalled to be five. Every member called out thier Pokemon and Maloe was forced to battle every single last one of them, with only five pokemon and no chance to heal them. It mostly put a strain on Maloe's team, but she seemed to break through on several glorious occassions. Which is why Maxie had a liking for picking on her.. or so she liked to believe.
     Uproars finally broke the tension, and the valcaneo was now far from silent. Maloe seemed to be the only one not enjoying this. She looked around with a monotone look on her face, very blank and unimpressed. Everyone had thier fun hollering thier choices, Maxie seemed to like it. He stood there looking quite the opposite of Maloe. He laughed, quite manically, before spinning around and staring Maloe down, "They've made thier decision."
     "Yay.." Maloe said with zero euthsium.
     Maxie spun around, once more, grinning brightly at his pack of wolves, and boomed, "Let them all out! But don't make her bleed.. too much."
     A red flag rose in Maloe's mind. Don't make her bleed? Since when has anything that Maxie casted upon her, made her bleed? This made things alittle akward. Maloe searched the faces of her team members, most of them baring a retarded spark of joy in thier eyes. They held Pokeballs, ready to be thrown. Maloe knew what was coming, and went for her own, only for her arm to be batted away by Maxie himself. He gripped both of Maloe's wrists, and held them away from her Pokebelt, which met she couldn't call for her Pokemon, which also equalled that she had nothing to fight these enemies off. This confused her. It was like growing up following certain traditions, only one day to have it changed, and it becomes unknown and scarey for you. Which would best descirbe Maloe's current state of mind; scared. The pressure on Maloe's wrists got tighter, it was starting to hurt. She looked into Maxie's eyes and noticed that this didn't seem to be a game to him anymore. Maloe paniced, and tried ripping her arms free. It backfired, only to make Maxie's grip alittle tighter. Maloe was definitly broughten into awhole new level of fear.
     Maxie ripped Maloe's Pokebelt from the loops of her pants, and threw Maloe's Pokemon off to side, out of her reach. He then gripped Maloe by the hood and threw her against a large steel door. He glared at his league and gave them a firm nod, casuing them to roar in excitment. He shot Maloe an evil snare, whipped his cloak quickly before dissappearing into the crowd.
     Maloe thought about going for her Pokemon, but that idea was quickly disgarded when a few guys about ten years older than her blocked that opition. Then, like a cue, all of Team Magma threw thier Pokeballs into the air, and after one large wave of air popping sounds, a assembly of Pokemon appeared in front of Maloe, as if ready for war. Which Maloe thought they might be doing. The line of attack contained Poochyenas, Mightyenas, Numels, Zubats, Machops, and Golbats. Maloe swalloed hard, unaware of what plan of action they might be taking.
     "It'll be quick, and painless."
     "You won't feel a thing, after this is over."
     "Too bad, you won't be able to enjoy the war scars."
     "What a shame, you had to go out like this."
     Maloe shivered, the fear was lurking up on her, ready to jump like a spider. She was about ready to suffocate in it. The temperature boosted into the highs now, Maloe seemed to be drenched in sweat. Like a small mouse being cornered by mercyless alley cats, Maloe drew herself closer to the door. Her eyes were wild, darting around, she wasn't even sure was she was seeing. Everyone and every Pokemon seemed to be closing in on her. Her breath was becoming short and raspy. Her mind shooting a million different directions, she seemed to be on the break of her sanity. White flashed behind Maloe's eyes, and the scene around her seemed to be fading in and out from clear view. Her hearing was dropping, the only thing she hear clear enough was her own hoarse breath. She was pressed so far back into the steel door that her bones were starting to ache. Maloe couldn't focus good enough to make any rational escapes. Her mouth was dry, so she couldn't scream for help. Maloe lost her footing, smashed her shoulder off of the steel pipes penetratng from the gravel, and she hit ground. Looking up, her world was spinning, sorching pain spread throughout her body, she probably broke her shoulder bone, or something close by. She felt extremely hot, like she was thrown into one of those pools of lava. She wanted to scream, kick and flail, but everything seemed to be preventing her from doing that. A quick and heavy blow to the stomach sent Maloe into darkness.