Three Proteins for the Aerodactyl under the sky,
Seven for the Dratini on the back of Vaporeon,
Nine for the Machamp along with Fluttershy,
One for the Chansey on her dark egg
In the Gym of Viridian where the Pokémon lie.
One Trainer to rule them all, One Trainer to find them,
One Trainer to bring them all and in the brightness catch them
In the Gym of Viridian where the Pokémon lie.
I was ready to lead my Pokémon on their biggest journey yet! The Pokémon League!
With a whisk of Mewtwo's hand, my things were packed neatly into my backpack along with a ton of items that would set me for the whole competition. My Pokémon were buffed up with PP Ups and the like, and I was injected with stuff and given pills. Now I was ready.
I just needed a little help getting in the wheelchair. Uncle Gio said I wouldn't need it much but to use it for now as I was sick and needed to take it easy.
Next, we went to the helicopter. Uncle Gio said he wouldn't be able to come right away as he needed to arrange a few things for Silver as he was preparing to go to Johto, but he would come in a few days, certainly before the Elite Four section of the competition happened.
I hugged my Uncle Gio and waved goodbye to Mewtwo then the helicopter took off and my journey to the Pokémon League began.
...
We're here!
The helicopter landed before the Pokémon League entrance and I waved goodbye to the pilot who then left, probably returning to his nice and professional job at the Viridian Gym.
Before I entered, I saw blood on the floor. Upon closer inspection, I saw it led to a Rhydon statue and there, I saw a horror that made me scream. Purple was dead. My broken-minded-strange-careless-stupid-lover was dead. And I wept, Purple. I wept. I so alone. And I forgot the taste of bread. The sound of trees. The softness of the wind.
As I moved closer with a squeak squeak of the wheelchair wheels, I checked my bag for my Pokédex. An item fell out with it. It was a Revive. Now such an item is only good for a Pokémon that has fainted. It has no effect on humans whatsoever. Still, it worked.
Purple was resurrected.
When he came to life, he looked about wildly, looking at me with disdain, then he saw the Pokémon League entrance and heaved a sigh of relief. Without a word to me, he raced on ahead and entered.
I took my time to enter and as I did, I saw the Pokémon League Stadium in all its glory. Across the stands stood thousands of people, and they roared with excitement and anticipation. However, things went silent when I squeaked my way over. It seemed I had arrived last and all attention was on me.
Suddenly, a man shouted something over a microphone. "And now we have our thirty-second contender!"
I took my place on the stadium grounds along with everyone else, ignoring Cyan's laughter and Purple's madness. There were many trainers stood about. One was a Gentleman who went by the name Sam. He said he was eager to enter the competition but he seemed to have little hope of winning. Probably best he didn't have his hopes up. Another was called Bug Catcher George who looked like he was ready to jump into the air with glee.
They seemed to be a fine bunch of people and I was going to thrash them all to blood and bits and death and dust and there would be no more mercy and he would pay!
Headache.
Weird.
So, after the challengers had all registered their Pokédexes and people had taken seats by the stadium grounds, a show began, welcoming all to the start of the Pokémon League.
I had to sit out by some stairs due to being in a wheelchair. Many people glanced at me funny and some even got annoyed as they had to move around me to get by.
Hope to see you again soon. You are all nice and ready for the spit. Everything will come to its end. He will pay.
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