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Bulbasaur is super cute. :3

Joel's awkward geekiness around Ada is also cute. :3 Do I suspect a love interest? :o
Wow, your Emma-senses are really perceptive. o: xD

And thanks, Sarah. After months of hassling. xD
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Chapter Nine:
Joel and Adelaide walked silently back to the house, Ada's hand still sitting calmly in Joel's. Her face, previously covered in tears, had dried up to a solemn look. When they approached the back door, Ada rested her arm on the door frame, in attempt to portray a look of coolness.

"So, that was the garden," her voice was still cracking, but she wore a smile now, one that seemed to be sincere. Joel couldn't help but return it.

"It's so beautiful," he tried his best to compliment the large garden. Yes, it was very beautiful, but of all the aspects in the garden that Ada had shown him in the garden, there was only one thing Joel had really liked, and that one was speaking to him now.
Ada smiled at his compliment, but Joel was convinced she didn't read between the lines.

"So you and Sandra really did this all on your own?" Joel commented, sounding impressed. And he was. This garden surely looked like the work of more than two people. Which did make Joel wonder if there was some other force helping them out, human or otherwise.
Ada seemed to change the subject too quickly. "If you're feeling better, grandma wanted to talk to you."
"Oh," replied Joel. He had almost forgotten about Sandra after the time he had spent with Ada in their beautiful garden. Could she be turning him in to KAPA? "Do you know what about? Should I bring Solar?"

Ada giggled. "I'm sure Solar will be fine on his own for a while. Look."
Joel turned his attention to where Ada's eyes had flicked. Solar the Bulbasaur was snoozing under a large fern, its body heaving up and down with its slow, relaxed breathing.

"Alright, I'll go talk to Sandra," Joel said reluctantly, but flashed a smile at Ada, who blushed and looked away. "So we'll hang out when she's done?"
Ada's smile faded as she looked back at Joel. "I have to go to work in a little while."
"Oh," Joel's smile disappeared too. That meant he probably wouldn't see her again, as he'd have to be on his way back to Pewter City when he was done. "So um... where do you work?"
"At the supermarket," she could see his disappointment drawn on his face, and wasn't putting any effort into covering up her own. "You should really go talk to grandma. I'll just finish up a few things here."

Joel pulled open the fly screen door to the house, tossing one last look at Ada, who was pulling on some large gloves and picking up a spade. She moved over to a bed of fresh soil near where Bulbasaur lay, and began digging a hole, to plant seeds, Joel guessed.

He stepped into the dark, narrow hallway. It was a beige colour, and smelled largely of an aroma, that may have come from a plant. Joel slowly made his way through the house, trying to find Sandra. He noticed that the hallway was largely bare, except for the rooms stemming off to the sides.
"In here, Joel," he heard the voice of Sandra coming from a room just down the hallway. He turned right and poked his head in the door.

The room was small and pink, with a wardrobe sitting in the far left corner and two lounges, one occupied by the elderly Sandra. A TV sat to his immediate right against the wall. The light was not on, but there was a window behind Sandra that allowed in any immediate light. The curtains flapped in the cool breeze that entered the window.

"Please, come in," she lowered her knitting so Joel could see her warm smile. It was funny how much she and Ada looked alike, Joel mused, as he felt the deja vu hit him from Sandra's warm smile.
Joel stepped in and walked closer to Sandra, who grinned at him. "No need to stand, have a seat."
He sat on a couch perpendicular to Sandra's chair, choosing the cushion at the end of the comfortable, blue chair so that he could talk to Sandra more easily, and much more politely.
"Thank you for looking after me," Joel said politely, but with total sincerity. He was rather grateful. "And thank you, especially for the bandages. Do I need medicine or anything?"
Sandra smiled. "No. Thankfully all you need are the bandages to be tight. The wounds will heal. Probably much sooner than you'd expect."
Joel was impressed. Sandra seemed to know her stuff. "But the bullet-"
"Through and through," she said simply, chuckling. "Fortunately, you don't seem to have any issues with recovering from the blood loss."
Joel grinned. With Sandra keeping positive, Joel couldn't help but keep the same attitude.

Sadly, her smile faded as she turned back to her knitting, but she still spoke warmly. "You're probably wondering if I, your dear Aunt Sandra, will turn you in."
Joel felt guilty. It was all he had been thinking about when nothing else claimed his attention.
"Don't worry," she flashed her warm smile again, "I'm not going to turn you in, today. That would be hypocritical of me, wouldn't it?"
Huh? What did she mean?
"Aunt Sandra," Joel started, he didn't want to ask the wrong thing. "What do you mean... 'hypocritical'?"
Sandra giggled, not unlike Ada, but it sounded much more of a worn giggle. "Alakazam, come out!"

To Joel, it sounded as though Sandra was performing some sort of magic trick, much like when his uncle, who was an entertainer, would show off his card tricks. His uncle would often say "magic words" (usually "Abra kadabra alakazam!") to make the trick work. Of course, Joel was much too old now to believe in any kind of magic.

However, Joel was subsequently proven wrong.

Certain that when he had entered the room, it was just him and Sandra, now left him bewildered at the immediate, and unexplainable, appearance of a third someone behind her. Well... not someone. More something.

"Alakazam!" it said in a deep voice. It was humanoid, but its yellow body was rather thin. Its upper torso was protected by what appeared to be thick, brown armour. The lanky arms of the creature, protected by brown gauntlets covering its wrists, fell at its side, grasping a spoon in each hand. Joel saw two rather long chunks of hair protrude from its head, much like a rather long moustache. While its moustache would look comical on a normal human, it somehow made the creature look more menacing.

"This," Sandra smiled, obviously amused at Joel's confusion and surprise toward the creature's sudden appearance, "is Alakazam, a Psychic-type Pokemon."
Sandra nodded at the Pokemon, who walked over to Joel and sat on his other side, letting its arms rest on its knees. Braving a glance, Joel looked at Alakazam's face. He almost jumped as he saw a dark look cross the Pokemon's face, but Sandra laughed. "Alakazam's just messing with you, Joel. He's really a happy character."
Joel, not terribly keen on taking a second look, moved his head back to Alakazam's face. The Pokemon now had a dopey grin on its face, causing Joel to only feel a little bit better, still rather uneasy.
"I'll take your word for it."

"Alakazam is a very strong and talented Pokemon," Sandra explained. "It has an IQ of over 5000 and can use a large variety of mental powers such as telekinesis and telepathy... it can even throw waves of psychic energy as an offensive move."

Joel looked at the unlikely psychic hero to see it bending the spoon. But it wasn't using its hands to do it, it was actually bending the spoon with its mind. And then, as if to prove its powers to Joel, the psychic Pokemon let the spoon out of its hand. Joel watched it float above his head and then whiz around the room.

"That..." Joel tried, not taking his eyes off the spoon. This was one of the strangest things he had ever seen. He had read about people using psychic powers, to a small extent, but never in his life had he expected to see a Pokemon using them to this extent. "That is awesome!"

Sandra nodded, but didn't smile again. She continued to fiddle about with her knitting, repeatedly spooling the pink wool around her sewing implements. Joel could tell there was more left to the conversation.

"You didn't call me in to show off Alakazam, did you?" he asked.

Sandra lay down her knitting and opened her mouth to speak.
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Chapter Ten:
"Do you know why Pokemon are despised, Joel?" Sandra spoke softly, looking intently to the pink stitch she was currently working on.
Joel remained momentarily silent, thinking about the question, and then chose his words carefully. "In school they told us that they became dangerous to people," his mind wandered to his last few history lessons. "And that it became bad enough that the Pokemon rebelled."

Sandra looked at Joel, her blue eyes piercing his. "But do you believe this?"

Joel pondered the question for a while. He had recently learned that all they had taught him at school were lies, propaganda encouraged by KAPA to keep a lid on what was really happening. The room remained silent as he pondered the situation.

"No," he finally said, softly, not letting his gaze leave Sandra's.

Sandra smiled. "Then please hear out this old woman's tale," she turned her focus back to her knitting. Joel followed her gaze toward the pink material,
which he noticed was now turning into a warm, woolly jumper. His eyes then darted back to Sandra, who was speaking again.

"It happened a long time ago," she started, her voice sounding as if she had recounted this tale multiple times, "back when I was just a young Pokemon Vet. That was the golden age of the Pokemon World. Everyone loved their Pokemon. Some would have them for pets or friends, and some would use them for battles against other Pokemon as loyal companions. There was plenty of government funding for Pokemon research. There was even government funding for gyms and leagues where Pokemon would battle against each other!

"These Pokemon Gyms gave out badges, which a trainer had to get eight of in one region before they could participate in the Pokemon League of that region. Their badges were known to have special powers that could increase the attack powers of the owner's Pokemon.

"In those days, there were a number of organisations in the world, some good and some bad. There was IPAS, the International Pokemon Aid Service, which
funded many Pokemon Centers - hospitals for Pokemon - and research into items to heal Pokemon. There was also the PPF, which was the Pokemon Professors Federation. Once a year, Pokemon Professors from all over the world would meet and discuss their latest findings in Pokemon research. These organisations promoted the fair treatment of Pokemon, and the advancement of their species.

"Of course, with Pokemon use, sadly, came Pokemon abuse. All over the world, there were several terrorist organisations. Team Rocket, for instance, started the movement. They were run by a Gym Leader, of all people, and this man had plenty of money and cunning intelligence. He ran a casino in Celadon City, which I imagine, is where all of his funds came from. Team Rocket pulled some of the most daring stunts in history! The organisation took over Silph Co. in Saffron City, cut off Slowpoke tails and even took over the Radio Tower in Goldenrod City!"

Joel frowned. He had heard about Pokemon abuse in his history classes, but not in this much detail. Was the government just trying to keep it hushed up?

Sandra, not noticing Joel's discontent, continued. "And that was just across here and Johto. There were some in Hoenn, Sinnoh and even Orre," she put her knitting down and looked at her roof, her chair reclined back and her hands resting on her stomach. "But obviously, they were stopped, by rather talented trainers. And it was only thanks to the friendship that we had with our Pokemon," she smiled, as if remembering the good times she had with her Pokemon.

"Unfortunately, those terrorists never got the hint, and one lot came through in the end," her smile faded and she picked her knitting up again. "There were
a group of rather exceptional trainers that called themselves the Elite Four. They imagined a world without humans, one where Pokemon ruled."

Joel watched intently as Sandra's knitting went through another stitch, seeing that the electric pink jumper was almost done but not thinking much of it. His thoughts were still buzzing with the latest information. A world where only Pokemon lived. No humans at all. That didn't seem fair for anyone, not even the Pokemon that had been abused.

"The Elite Four defeated on many strong trainers, in attempt to prevent any of those trainers, and their Pokemon, from stopping them. They defeated League champions, took prized Pokemon such as Dragonite and Tyranitar... and have you ever heard of the Vermilion City Tragedy?"

Joel grimly nodded. It was one of the reports they gave out as evidence that Pokemon were no good. A number of years ago, half of Vermilion City was
destroyed as result of a Pokemon using a powerful attack.

Sandra continued her tale. "A few miles off the coast of Cinnabar Island lay another island - Cerise Island. The Elite Four held this island and used it as a
natural amplifier for the power of the badges from Gym Leaders. Their plan was to summon a legendary Pokemon to help them take the world and rid it of people.

"Fortunately, their plans were halted by a few plucky young trainers from the Kanto region. But that didn't stop the strongest of the Elite Four who was a
powerful dragon tamer.

"He tried once more to summon, yet, more powerful legendary Pokemon, with the help of the Hoenn terrorist groups Aqua and Magma. He successfully played the two off each other, forcing them to reach for similar goals. Magma and Aqua represented the two most powerful forces in that region: one of the ground and one of the sea.

"Though the two organisations managed to summon two extremely powerful beasts, they soon lost control of them. The two legendary Pokemon fought each other, one using its powers to create landforms, the other using its abilities to drown everything in its path.

"At the cost of several locations in Hoenn, including Sootopolis City and Pacifidlog Town, the creatures were finally stopped by local trainers.
Unfortunately, these events - coupled with the terrorist ideals spread over the world - were the breaking point. The United Nations grouped together and, eventually, came to the conclusion you see today."

Joel thought long and hard about the consequences of terrorist actions in the world. Because of the actions of several criminally insane men, Joel's generation, and all Pokemon, had to suffer for it.

"The United Nations created several organisations to fight Pokemon. To ease the transition into a world without Pokemon, they agreed to just relocate the
creatures, but as you know, that was a lie. KAPA, among the first of the organisations, rounded them up, claiming to relocate them. But all they did was take the powerful ones for themselves and eradicate the weaker Pokemon."

Sandra lay her knitting down and made eye contact with Joel, once more, her eyes seeming to burn with passion. "So there ends my tale. Now that you know, I must explain the more important details of why you are here today."
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Firsty offy, I lurve the plot! The whole KAPA involvement gives a lot of excitement and mystery to the plot, and I think the chemistry between Joel and Ada is really funny. Can't wait to see more of this! ^^

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Those two commas don't need to be there, I think.

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Methinks that 'on' dosen't need to be there, either. But those are the only things that really stood out. Nice story! ^^
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Yeah. I have this pre-written (so far) and have just been adjusting stuff as I post it. Usually I check, but I was just tired.

But, thanks. Hope you maintain interest. :D
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Sorry about the lack of update. I've been busy with work and what not, and Christmas was pretty hectic.

Chapter Eleven:
Joel sat in his chair, speechless. Now he knew for sure that he had been lied to his whole life. By his school, by his parents, and more importantly, by the government. Of course, many of the people who had fed him the lies were being lied to themselves, so in the end, it wasn't the fault of anyone but KAPA.

"... I must explain the more important details of why you are here today."

Joel was shaken from his thoughts as Sandra finally spoke again. Her last few words confused him. What did he have to do with any of this?

"What do you mean, Aunt Sandra?" Joel enquired, mostly to be sure he hadn't misinterpreted what Sandra was suggesting.

"I mean, that you are going to help save the Pokemon world," she smiled at him. Not out of excitement, or glee. Just her same, kind smile. When Sandra smiled, Joel could see her wrinkles, making her seem much older than he originally thought.

Joel was speechless for several moments, but then managed to come up with the perfect word to describe what he was feeling: "whaaat?"
Sandra expected him to save the Pokemon world?

"You are going to help save the Pokemon world," Sandra patiently repeated, turning her eyes back to her knitting. "You and Solar are going to restore harmony and bring back the golden days."

His head hurting as his brain tried to process all of the new information, Joel put his hands over his face. Sandra somehow knew that he and Solar were meant to help bring the Pokemon back. But why him? After all, Joel was just a high school student in a small city who spent his spare time playing computer games.

Sandra, watching his expression carefully, spoke again after a few moments of silence. "Joel, there is one part of the story that I have not told," Joel looked up at her. "Do you know why Adelaide isn't with her parents?"

"Y-yes," Joel's voice was shaky as he recalled her series of unfortunate events. "She said that- that they were involved with an organisation... and KAPA captured them."

Sandra raised an eyebrow. "Do you think that's the whole story?"
Joel shook his head. "She was only young at the time, I figure there would be some things that she wouldn't be aware of."

Her eyes back on her knitting, Sandra continued. "I possess many secrets that Ada is far from aware of. I would tell her, but I don't want to place her in danger."

Joel's eyebrows jumped in alarm. "But you want to put me in danger?!"
Sandra looked at Joel sternly. "Calm down, calm down, Joel. I simply meant that Ada might have done something stupid to get her in danger, if she knew. Now do you want to hear the story or accuse me of any more neglect?"
"Sorry," Joel lay back in his chair, resolved to keep his mouth tightly closed.

"Shortly after the Pokemon began getting 'relocated'," Sandra started, "a few friends of mine, who still knew the truth, rallied to prevent the removal of them from our world. But of course, the government didn't listen."

She fiddled some more with her knitting. "As they fought the losing battle legally, some of us decided to take things into our own hands. We knew that to bring the Pokemon back we'd have to do some things that the government... frowned upon.

"Knowing we'd have to go to many extremes, my friends and I formed a secret organisation. This was an underground resistance group that kept Pokemon and tried to fight KAPA at every turn. At the start it seemed like we were winning..."

Sandra continued knitting her fine material. Joel leaned forward in anticipation of the rest of the story.

"We would know when they were planning raids, thanks to both our Psychic Pokemon and our own moles on the inside. Sometimes we knew months in advance. And then we started planning our own attacks on KAPA. We had some plenty of powerful Pokemon. We had strong Water-types to blast away our enemies, amazing Electric-types to send power surges through their equipment, Ground-Types to burrow in. And if necessary, Fire-types..." she said this next part with such malevolence, "to burn down anything that stood in our way.

"Unfortunately, KAPA began playing smart," Sandra frowned. "They would intentionally 'misplan' raids to catch out some of our smaller groups, meaning our Psychic Pokemon wouldn't know what was going on until it was too late. And using their own strong Pokemon, the ones that they actually captured instead of relocating, they began beating us down.

"Myself, and Ada's parents were in the organisation. My daughter and her husband were such bright and talented trainers," she smiled. "They were always the first ones we placed on special assignment. And with their cunning friends, they could have taken down KAPA with time.

"Unfortunately, there was a rat," she said bitterly. So bitter that it sent a shiver down Joel's spine. "This rat knew about their child, and he knew that if he told KAPA about the four of us - as well as several other key members -, then they would make it worth his while. So that's what he did. He sold us out."

Sandra's voice died down to almost a whisper. "About a month before they raided us, Ada's parents sent her to stay with me during a dangerous mission to the southern areas of Kanto. They were attempting to find some of the hidden Pokemon that may have been down there. Unfortunately, they were captured in the before they made any progress, and I have not heard from them since.

"Soon after, KAPA came into my house and seized Ada and I, trying to force us to talk. They ran several lie detection tests and almost tortured us, but realised before that extent, that we truly knew nothing."

Joel shook his head. Knew nothing? "How did... you were... didn't they find anything you knew?"

Sandra smiled. "Alakazam here..." Joel had almost forgotten about the big yellow Pokemon next to him. He shifted over as he realised how close he was. "Alakazam can do more than telekinesis. He can make people forget, or restore, their memories."

Joel gave the Pokemon another glance as he considered its mental capabilities. So it could move things around with its mind, and wipe memories. A pretty nasty Pokemon if used by the wrong people.

"Joel," Sandra said calmly, smiling again. "Now that you know all that has happened, will you consider my request?"
"But... how?"

"I have a friend in Pallet Town who might be willing to help you..."

Joel watched her finish the last stitch before putting her sewing down.

"His name is Samuel Oak."
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Chapter Twelve:
Joel let the last few words process through his already blown mind. So it was up to him to save the Pokemon world... with the help of Solar and a man named Samuel Oak... alright, he breathed calmly. He was in too deep to begin freaking out now. Quite frankly, he was hoping he would wake up from the strange dream any second now.

"Samuel Oak..." the echoed words escaped his mouth quietly as the last packet of information was finally processed. This man was who he needed to find to continue his journey. Well, technically he would be the man Joel needed to find to start his journey... the journey that had been forced upon him, all because he was kind enough to run an errand for his mother.

"You should probably leave now," Sandra politely interrupted Joel's train of thought, her eyes darting out the window behind her. Joel followed her gaze and saw that the sun was beginning to set. He thought that it would probably be a good idea if he was in Pallet Town by nightfall. Joel considered getting up and leaving at that moment, but then something else occured to him.

"Aunt Sandra..." He started, already aware of what the answer would likely be. "How will I explain my prolonged absence to mum?"

Sandra's sad blue eyes pierced into his, her voice quiet. "Alakazam..." that one word confirmed Joel's fears. "I'm not sure how much he will need to wipe, but when this is over, she will be your mother again.

"I promise."

Joel nodded, a little concerned as to whether there would be an "again", but pushed it from his head. If he was going to get this done, he needed to focus on the matter at hand. Joel was an unwilling hero. A saviour to creatures that, until a day ago, he had never laid eyes on.

"Joel..." Sandra said calmly, almost pleading. "I didn't have to ask this of you, and you don't have to do it. But..." she sighed and closed her eyes. "You are, without a doubt, one of the most compassionate people I have ever met. You didn't have to help Solar. You knew he was a Pokemon. But you chose to, against all laws and regulations.

Joel stared past her, letting his emotions do his thinking now. At this point, his head was in no state to make decisions. A day ago, he wouldn't have cared whether or not Solar lived. But having met him and Alakazam, he couldn't bring himself to allow Pokemon to become wholely extinct!

But at the same time, he couldn't just leave his parents.

"That is why I know you're the right person for this."

Joel stopped debating with himself. He swallowed all of his negative emotions and misgivings. He knew he had to help them now. They had no other choice. He had no other choice.

He spoke slowly. "Sandra... I'll do this."

Sandra smiled.

"I already packed your bag."

***

It was dark when Joel was ready to leave Sandra's house. He was rather hoping that Ada would be home by then, but Sandra said that her granddaughter was going to be working late. Joel knew he couldn't let his mind linger toward thoughts of her if he was going to help bring the Pokemon back. He needed to focus on the knowledge of training Pokemon, first.

Sandra had gone through each item she had packed for him, and had emphasised that each was just as important as the next.

"This," she had held up a small spray bottle, not dissimilar to the kind Joel's mum had used for her Windex, "is a Potion. It will heal your Pokemon if it gets injured. I've packed a few more for you, and my various friends around the country should be able to restock them for you if it comes down to it."

She explained the purpose a few more items. Various other types of medicines for healing Pokemon that were sick, stones for evolving some types of Pokemon. While Solar wouldn't be able to use any of them, Joel was told that they would make for good gifts, or could be sold for decent money - to the right person, of course.

After that, Joel wasn't really paying much attention until she held out two final objects. One was a small red device with an LCD screen in it. Sandra called it a "Pokedex", and contained the data of every single Pokemon that had been discovered.

"Simply point it at a Pokemon," Sandra explained, pointing it at Alakazam, "and it will give you a read-out of its description."

"Alakazam, the Psi Pokemon," the Pokedex chirped in a distorted robotic voice, mostly due to the device than the recording. Obviously he'd need to see if he could fix the speaker when he got a chance. "Alakazam is the evolved form of Kadabra. It is said that its intelligence quotient is over 5,000, its brain being able to outperform a supercomputer. Alakazam's muscles are extremely weak. It is able only to move its body by using its psychic power."

Joel whistled in admiration. He immediately thought this tool would be the coolest and most important item packed, but Sandra proved him wrong. She pulled out a red and white ball from the bag. It was the same kind of ball that the KAPA Agent had used to carry his Magmar around.

"This is a Poke Ball," she said. Joel noted that the 'Poke' prefix was very common for Pokemon related objects. "It's rather advanced, so I don't have the time to explain the specifics of it. You could ask Samuel when you see him," she added, grinning.

"Basically, when you throw it at a Pokemon - preferably a weakened one, so they won't break out of it as easily - it will be sucked into the ball. If it's successful, you will capture it and the Pokemon will be yours to use. You use that same Poke Ball to call the Pokemon out. Just push this button," she pointed to a small button on the front, just in the middle of the seal that divided the red and white, "to compress the ball for easier transport, and expand for battle."

Joel had zipped up his backpack, now chocked full of goodies, and put it around his back, with much difficulty. The injured shoulder caused him to experience much pain.

"Joel, wait."

He turned back around, jumping as he stared at the large yellow face of Alakazam. Before he could even let out a startled cry, a large flash of light caused him to close his eyes. While only momentarily, and heavily distracted by his sudden blindness, he noticed his body feeling funny, as if stress was leaving it.

When he could finally open his eyes, he felt a lot stronger. He looked at his leg, where Solar had scraped it.

Completely healed.

He could no longer feel the pain in his shoulder.

"This should make your quest much easier," Sandra smiled.

***

Joel made his way to the edge of Viridian City, being careful to avoid any KAPA Agents on patrol or anyone that would question his motives of being around these streets at night. Sandra had advised that he should take the back roads of Viridian City to avoid detection of the KAPA agents. If they had asked to search his bag or pockets they would have found incriminating evidence, not to mention Solar, who rested quietly inside his Poke Ball on Joel's belt.

He soundlessly exited the city, cautiously making his way to Route 1.
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Chapter Thirteen:
Though it was nowhere near as dead as Viridian Forest, Route 1 certainly proved to be more boring, Joel thought, as he stared across the desolate wastes. He was walking about a kilometre or two away from the road, in order to avoid being sighted any patrols that might have been driving between Pallet and Viridian.

He shivered. Even though he was wearing his dark jumper and jeans, Joel still felt rather cold. He sneezed as he stared at the bright moon, which was crescent. Joel had always wanted to go into outer space, but unfortunately, he had always been grounded to the stones of Pewter City. He had always found the moon so beautiful in its ways, and wondered what mysteries it still had hidden, even if humans thought they had discovered them all in their own space programs.

Joel's mind was brought back to earth when his phone chirped, indicating that he was nearing the end of his walk. On the screen was a non-detailed map that showed Joel how far it was between Viridian City and Pallet Town. He noticed that the arrow, which represented his position on the GPS, was not very far from the dot that was Pallet Town. It was only about a kilometre's walk, which made him sigh in relief. He was beginning to feel the pain in his feet.

But this also made Joel wonder what his next course of action would be. Sandra had told him to find Samuel Oak, but had left out the important detail of how he should find the man. Surely it wouldn't be too easy to find a Pokemon expert that worked for a secret underground organisation that went against the government. He also thought that it might seem a bit suspicious if he was asking around for an ex-Pokemon professor.

Joel's thoughts then wandered over to the one full Poke Ball he had, which contained the little Bulbasaur that was responsible for getting him into this sticky situation. It hadn't even been a week since he met the little guy and yet he felt a bond with it.

It dawned on him that it had been quite a while since he saw the plant Pokemon. Joel had been talking to Sandra for a long while, and Ada had put Solar into his Poke Ball before she left. Perhaps it was time to give his vines a stretch.

Joel pulled Solar's Poke Ball off his belt. It was amazing that while the Pokemon was no heavier than 10 kilograms it weighed practically nothing inside the smooth red and white ball. He pushed the button and it expanded, almost catching him by surprise. The ball was much heavier now, as if there actually was something inside. It felt about the same weight as a cricket ball (not that Joel ever played the sport).

He thrust it forward at arms length and the ball opened, as if it, or the Pokemon inside, knew exactly what his intentions were. The light it emitted was almost blinding, and Joel was sure that someone would have seen it from any direction. Thankfully it was only a short burst of light.

The light took shape in the form of Solar who greeted him happily.
"Saur!" he said, grinning, seeming genuinely happy to see his trainer.

"Hey, Solar," Joel couldn't help grinning back. He rubbed the small bulb on the Pokemon's back gently, enjoying the feel of the plant. It felt like grass.

"Bulbasaur!" Solar playfully let one of his vines pet Joel's shoulder. He then pointed it in the direction of Pallet Town. "Bulba?"

Joel wasn't sure what the question was. Perhaps he was asking where they were going?

"We're going to Pallet Town," he tried to answer, treating Solar like an equal rather than a child asking annoying questions.

"Bulba," Solar nodded, seeming to understand. He began walking in the direction of Pallet Town. Joel figured he probably wanted to get there as fast as he did. He didn't blame the Bulbasaur. There wasn't much to look at, out on the empty route.

Solar walked about a metre in front of Joel, humming quietly to himself. That was fine, Joel thought. As long as some sort of soothing noise was filling the atmosphere.

He was getting rather put off by the silence.
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Joel recalled Solar into his Poke Ball once they had finally reached Pallet Town, feeling a little down now that he was on his own again. He closed the GPS application and checked the time on his phone.

2:00 AM

Joel yawned. He hadn't slept well the night before and had ignored Sandra's advice about further rest before starting his walk. He had been feeling too restless to consider sleeping in the day time. This also made him wonder whether he'd get any more time for rest on his adventure. He sure hoped so. As a teenager, sleep was the most vital part of his schedule.

Pallet Town was much smaller than the Viridian and Pewter cities, that was for sure, only having a population of approximately 800 people. There were no skyscrapers or office complexes, and Joel figured he'd be lucky to find a globalised fast food restaurant. The houses were big, some two storey, but most were just a single floor. All of them had beautiful gardens outside, save one or two with neglected lawns.

Joel remembered his task and frowned. Even in a place a fraction of the size of Viridian City, it would still be rather difficult to find a specific person here at this hour. Especially one that would most likely be considered a fugitive by KAPA. And how suspicious would it look if he, a stranger in a small town, were to start asking random people if they had seen an ex-Pokemon researcher.

Still, it wasn't like Joel had much choice. Sandra had given him an address of where to start looking for Samuel, but it had turned out to be a pub, which forced him to have a silent argument with himself as to whether or not he should enter. Joel was still under-age after all. But then again, it wasn't like he was going to drink.

Joel noticed that the lights to the Dying Pokemon were still on, so he figured that it was still open. And Sandra wouldn't have sent him there if she didn't think that he would find any thing useful there. With his facial hair growing at the rate it was, Joel figured he'd be able to pass off for at least eighteen years old at a glance.

He pushed the door open and let his eyes adjust to the slightly brighter light. The place was dank, and smelled a combination of cigarettes and unbathed drunkards. Some were passed out on the floor, others were playing pool or darts. The ones that weren't were in the process of drinking themselves so that they would be able to participate in either group.

Joel walked over to the bartender, a surly older man who looked as though he had fought his share of bar fights. He perched himself on the stool and waited for the barkeep to walk over. Joel's appearance must have passed off as, at least, eighteen, as the bartender didn't tell him to leave.

"What's yer poison?" he growled, obviously wishing he were anywhere but here tonight.

"Uh... Johto Jolt," Joel tried to recall any kind of beer that his school mates had tried to get him to drink at their parents-are-out-of-town parties. Though Joel's mother was extremely trusting, and entirely unaware that these parties were unsupervised, he had refrained from drinking, smoking or even hooking up with other girls. It just wasn't in Joel's nature.

The bartender gave Joel a dirty look and then muttered something that sounded oddly like "pansy". He walked over to the beer tap and turned it on, holding a glass mug underneath to catch the beer. The mug didn't look washed, not that Joel was going to complain.

Joel paid the barkeep for the drink and gave him an extra tip - buttering him up for information - when he had received his drink. He took a whiff and tried to hide his disgust. How anyone could stand to get drunk on this stuff every night was beyond him.

"Say, barkeep," Joel began, trying to sound casual. He nursed the mug in front of him as if he was planning to eventually drink its content. "Don't suppose you know a man named Samuel Oak?"

The bartender stopped dead - right in the middle of wiping a glass - suspiciously looked around, and then hurried over.

"How do you know that name?" he growled at Joel, looking as though he'd be ready to pop his head off at any second.

Joel tried to remain calm and casual. "A friend told me to come and find him. It's important."

The bartender resumed wiping his glass. "You're lookin' in the wrong spot. There hasn't been a Samuel Oak here for years. You'd be smart to forget that name and move on."

Joel frowned. Was Sandra wrong. Had Samuel died? Or had KAPA finally taken him in? But then, the barkeep was also rather suspicious, perhaps he was actually Samuel Oak?

"Look, sir," Joel pleaded with him. "I don't have any time to mess around. It's important."

The barkeep ignored him. This left only one thing left.

"Would you happen to know any thing about these, then?" Joel pulled out one of the spare Poke Balls sitting in his pocket. He watched the bartender's eyes widen as he raced over to Joel.

"Are you crazy?" he whispered, his voice getting panicky. "You can't just pull one of those out here! You'll get us both arrested!"

"Do you know Samuel Oak?" Joel firmly questioned, one last time, the same way a cop would on one of the crime programmes he used to watch.

The bartender sighed. "Meet me at this address," he scribbled something on a small napkin and handed it to Joel, "late tomorrow night."

"Thank you," Joel smiled and got off the stool, leaving his untouched beer and a rather generous tip. Especially generous since he hadn't even sipped the beer he had paid for in the first place.

"Oi, kid," the bartender caught Joel before he left the bar. "One more thing...

"Make sure you come alone."
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Chapter Fifteen:
As the Dying Pokemon was a pub without a hotel, Joel had to source other places in Pallet Town for accommodation. He had to be careful that they weren't too expensive, nor had any direct affiliation with KAPA.

He doubted his chances, however, at finding a motel open at this hour. It would probably make him appear conspicuous to waltz over to a motel reception at 3 AM, in this small town, and ask for a room.

Instead, Joel reluctantly opted for the approach of a homeless man, and find a nice wall or underpass to sleep under for the night. It wasn't exactly his first, or best idea, but with the size and activity of Pallet Town, it was the most viable.

Joel started off down the street from the Dying Pokemon, hoping to find somewhere to sleep. However, he quickly decided that this street, full of run down houses, and the sound of a dysfunctional families bickering - some about to resort to domestic abuse - was not a very pleasant place to even sleep outside. Even if he were to wake up alive and healthy, the chances of his possessions still being on his person were slim to none.

Cutting his losses, Joel continued down the, otherwise, quiet streets of Pallet Town. Things started to look better two blocks up, but he still didn't like the idea of sleeping in the gutter. Perhaps, he considered, he could go a night without sleeping. Maybe Samuel would offer him a place to stay, tomorrow night.

His hopes a little higher, Joel decided to explore Pallet Town in more detail. Perhaps find some sort of 24-hour fuel station. Usually they had restaurants, or at least a bed.

***

Within twenty minutes, Joel was resting his legs in the comfort of a steel stool at an only slightly larger table. The rest of the restaurant at the 24-hour was rather empty, save for a few people Joel could hear in the kitchen, an elderly man at a newspaper kiosk, and a tired looking truck driver who had just paid his bill and was about to leave. Joel hoped that the truckie was still alright to drive.

"You're out late," commented a young waitress who had just approached Joel. Not much older than he, the waitress was one of the few people still awake in this town that didn't appear tired.
Unsure of how to respond Joel mumbled.
"Can I get you anything?" the waitress continued, clearly used to groggy and incoherent customers.
"Just a ham-and-cheese sandwich and a coffee, thanks," he yawned.
"Wow, having a late night?"
Joel yawned again. "You could say that."

The waitress hurried off to organise Joel's order, while he rubbed his eyes and stood up, wanting to check out the kiosk. The elderly man running the kiosk was bald and sipping a coffee. His tired expression told Joel that he had been standing there all night.

Joel picked up a computer magazine, casually thumbing through it. However, this only antagonised the old man, who had clearly had enough of his long shift.
"Kid, this ain't a library," he yelled. "Buy it or get lost!"
Not wanting to annoy the man further, he set down the magazine, and went back to examining the covers of various periodicals. Just as he was about to go back to his table, a headline on The Daily Pallet caught his eye.
"I'll take this one," he said, picking it up, and handing the man his money.
"Great, now go away. This is a kiosk, not a loungeroom!"

Joel hurried back to his table, and unfolded the newspaper, eager to see what was written under the headline that had grabbed his attention.

PLANT MONSTERS AND DRAGONS - POKEMON AT LARGE

A routine KAPA patrol, yesterday, has resulted in the death of two Agents and minor injury of their superior officer.

During a patrol of the Viridian Forest, a small squadron of KAPA Agents discovered a plant Pokemon (named a 'Bulbasaur', after the primitive growls it makes) which had been hiding in the Forest for an unknown length of time.

While trying to take the Pokemon into custody, one of the Agents, while attempting to calm the Pokemon down, was brutally attacked by an attack which bound and sapped his energy, rendering him dead within minutes.

Having deemed the Pokemon dangerous, the second KAPA Agent attempted to wound the Pokemon with his sidearm, which was skillfully confiscated with the Pokemon's vines.

At this point, KAPA reported that the Pokemon's trainer - a teenage boy - emerged from hiding, and ordered the Pokemon to kill the Agent.

A second trainer, much older, emerged possessing a large dragon Pokemon ('Dragonite'). Both trainers teamed up against the superior officer, Commander Herod, using their illegal Pokemon to attack the Agent.

"In a moment of extreme fortune, I managed to escape," says Herod. "I only wish that my fellow Agents shared my luck. My sincerest condolences go out to their families."

KAPA is currently looking into the identities of the teenage boy, and his comrade, who is also under investigation for the deaths of two KAPA Agents in Viridian City earlier this week.

It is important to note that these trainers and their Pokemon are considered extremely dangerous. If you have any information about their whereabouts...

Joel put the newspaper down and breathed deeply. It would only be a matter of time before his picture ended up on a wanted poster. What would his parents think?

He flinched, a sharp pain hitting his heart.

His parents wouldn't think anything. If Sandra had sent Alakazam to erase their memories, they wouldn't even know who he was.

"Are you okay?"

The waitress had came back, and had obviously noticed that Joel was struggling over something in his head.

"Um, yeah. I'm fine," Joel said curtly, watching the waitress put his sandwich and mug of coffee down.

He forced a smile.

"Thanks."
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Despite the shock of making the front page of a local newspaper for his notoriety, Joel had to admit that things were starting to look up. After he had finished his sandwich, the kind waitress, noticing how worn out he was, offered him a free bed in the fuel station's motel. Joel hastily, but politely, accepted.

With the door to the motel room firmly locked behind him, Joel breathed heavily and looked around. It was a small room, not that Joel could complain, but the bed looked rather large and comfortable. There was a small cupboard next to the bed where Joel could store his belongings. He stuffed his bag and phone in it, but chose to keep Solar's Poké Ball on his person, reasoning it was both for his and the Bulbasaur's safety.

The room, no where near as stimulating as the one he had occupied at Sandra's, at least had a large window with a clear view into Pallet Town. Being a small town, not many lights were on, apart from street lamps. This was good, in that Joel could at least stare at the beautiful night sky, which momentarily made him forget his troubles.

Then he paused, remembering the light was still on and the window was wide open. What if someone saw him? What if KAPA had gotten a clear description of him and were now on the lookout?

Wasting no more time, Joel turned off the light and closed the curtains. No sense endangering himself and Solar, just to look at the night sky. And besides, he reasoned, it's not like he'd be able to find a motel every night, especially if he was going to be on the run for the rest of his foreseeable future. There'd be time for stargazing later.

Throwing himself on the bed, worn out and tired, Joel stared at the roof and sighed. The roof here was so bland. Back at his home in Pewter City, Joel's mother had bought him some glow-in-the-dark stars for his eighth birthday, which he had artistically plotted all over the ceiling in his room. One constellation was in a smiley-face, another in a trail that spelled out his name in cursive. The rest simply formed aesthetically pleasing shapes and trails.

Joel suddenly stopped his train of thought.

Thinking of home hurt.

He unclipped Solar's Poké Ball from his belt, staring at the dark shape he could only just make out. In his hand, Joel held an extreme amount of power. If he were to abuse it, he could achieve anything. He could take whatever he wanted, he could hurt whoever he wanted. With brute force, he could take over the world.

Suddenly realising his new, and disturbing thoughts, Joel shook his head of the notions. It was exactly this line of thinking that caused Pokémon to become illegal in the first place.

It was exactly the line of thinking that resulted in KAPA becoming the new world power.

Joel shuddered. That Agent he had faced in the Viridian Forest, Commander Herod, was so ruthless, so blood thirsty. He didn't care if anyone, human or Pokémon, lived or died. He gripped Solar's Poké Ball harder. They had no remorse. Joel figured that even if Herod's own Magmar was a casualty, the Agent wouldn't even care.

Joel yawned, his eyes heavy. He was at the stage where he was unable to think straight any more, from both extreme exhaustion, and extreme anger. He rolled over and started drifting off to sleep, still clutching Solar's Poké Ball tightly. The only way KAPA would get their hands on Solar would be to pry the Pokémon from Joel's cold, dead hands.

***

It hadn't even been an hour since he fell asleep, at least Joel thought, but he was now awake. However, it was still dark - no light at all. That wasn't what had woken him. No, it was the loud footsteps coming down the hall that had woken him. Probably some truckie who had pulled up, and was going to rest the night here before driving back up north.

Joel didn't start worrying until he head those footsteps stop, close to his door. There was then the loud thudding of a hand banging on his door. Not in a polite knock, but rather a demanding "open the door or I'll open it myself" pounding. Joel clutched both the Poké Ball, and his bed sheets tight, staring noiselessly at the door.

And then came Joel's worst fear.

With one final thud, the door swung open, a dim level of light filling the room suddenly, obscuring any identifying features of the large man who was standing in the doorway. With nowhere to run, Joel shrunk back against the corner of his bed, trying to come up with an escape route, in case this man was someone to run from.

The man took a few slow steps toward Joel, as if knowing full well Joel had nowhere to go, and was savouring the moment, much like in those movies he had watched, where the villain, having trapped the hero, always took his vengeance slowly. However, in those films the hero normally had somewhere kind of escape, be it a secret weapon, or an ally. Something was there to save him.

Joel had nothing.

The man, let out a small, evil chortle, taking one final step forward, his face now visible. Joel gasped.

It was Commander Herod! The one who had almost finished him and Solar off!

"No one's here to save you, now," he snarled, reaching out. Joel was unsure whether he was reaching for Solar's Poké Ball, or whether Herod was going to strangle him, but he knew he didn't want to find out.

He had to do something fast.

Summoning some sort of super human strength, Joel delivered a powerful kick to the Agent, causing him to stumble back. Whether or not the Agent was actually hurt, Joel had no time to find out, as he quickly jumped to his feet and darted out of the room, looking to escape the building.

He ran down the hall, past all of the other rooms, running for the stairs at the other end. They seemed so far away! And as he heard the Agent's nasty laugh from the other end of the corridor, they seemed even further!

Suddenly, just as it seemed he was getting closer, the stairs vanished and turned into a wall, causing Joel to come to a halt.

There was no where to go!

He turned back around, and saw Herod standing there, calm as day, with a nasty grin on his face.

"Whatcha going to do now?"

Joel growled. There was nothing he could do now, but battle, using the Poké Ball in his hand.

It was all up to Solar.

He went to throw the Poké Ball, but noticed that it was no longer in his hand! He could have sworn it was in his hand when he left the room!

"It's a bit hard to battle when you don't have this," Herod laughed, waving Solar's Poké Ball in front of Joel's face. Laughing even harder, almost maniacally, he then threw it out an open window.

"NOOO!" Joel ran over to the window, and watched the small sphere drop into the abyss. This was not happening! He had no hope now! There was no one to save him from the Agent. No other human. No Pokémon.

"Don't worry, kid," Herod jeered, unclipping a Poké Ball from his belt. "The good always die young."

He threw it effortlessly in front of himself. With a large flash of light, one that was becoming familiar to Joel, a large creature - one Joel had learned to fear - had appeared in between the two of them.

"Magmar!" the fiery menace shouted. Joel wasn't sure whether it was because they were in a confined space, but the Pokémon looked much bigger, and much tougher, than it had in the Viridian Forest.

"Now to finish the job I started in Viridian Forest!" the KAPA Agent shouted, with a hint of victory in his voice. "Magmar, use Fire Blast!"

Magmar took a deep breath, much like it had done in Viridian Forest. Joel, defeated, could only watch as the Magmar started to open its mouth, to unleash its impending wrath on Joel.

Suddenly, Joel looked up and saw a man, the one who had saved him in the Viridian Forest, had suddenly appeared behind Herod.

"It's you!" Joel shouted, relieved that someone had come to rescue him. "Hurry! Get your Dragonite! Please!"

But the man didn't do anything. He just stood there, arms folded, laughing.

"You idiot! There's no way you can take on his Magmar, mate!"

With that, Herod's Magmar fired the large flame, somehow larger than the entire building, at Joel, who instinctively threw his arms in front of his face.

This was it.

The end.

Joel's demise came with a large "THUD" as he hit the bedroom floor. He put his free hand over his, now throbbing nose and rolled over, bathed in the sunlight which was now entering his room. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that he was lying next to his bed, with his legs still on the mattress, and his body on the floor. Solar's Poké Ball was firmly lodged in his other hand.

It had just been a dream.
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Wow you had me fooled with the dream haha. I was sad that my hero was turning into a bad guy ;_;
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Wow you had me fooled with the dream haha. I was sad that my hero was turning into a bad guy ;_;
Ah, it's all symbolic in its own way...

... as soon as I figure out, what it is. xD

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Sorry this took a month to get out... and sorry that it's still short. I only got the energy to start putting it together a little while ago.

With work, and assignments piling up, I'll probably only be able to push one or two of these out a month. The thing that really stopped this one was writers block. But I have enough direction for the next two chapters, at least.


Chapter Seventeen:
Although he slept through most of the night, Joel's dream had zapped him physically, as well as emotionally. The instant he had awoken from his dream, he had gripped Solar's Poke Ball tightly, and kept a constant watch over it as he gathered up his belongings. Confident there was nothing more in his room that he had missed, he pulled the sheets off of his bed and locked the door behind him.

As he hit the landing at the foot of the stairs, he threw his blankets into a large basket on his immediate left. The waitress from the night before was at the counter, clearly finishing up from her night shift. As she was sifting through her handbag, she looked up and greeted Joel with a smile.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, finally pulling some sunglasses and keys from the abyss of her handbag.
“Relatively,” Joel said, rubbing his eyes, unable to really hide his exhaustion. “I slept most of the night, but had some rotten dreams.”
“That's annoying,” the waitress pulled her sunglasses onto her head. “So what are you doing here in Pallet Town, anyway?”
Joel froze. How would he answer this?
“I... am here, because...” he tried to fabricate a story on the spot. “I needed to get away from my overbearing mother in Cerulean City. I caught a bus down to Viridian and then walked here.”
Against all odds, she bought it. “Ugh, I know the feeling. Are you going to go back?”
“Someday,” Joel answered, with some truth. Or at least with some hope.
“Anyway, I have to go,” the waitress said, looking at her watch. “You have a good day.”
“Thanks, again, for the free room.”
“Not a problem,” she smiled, turning around. She then turned back to Joel.

“Give your mother a call. She probably worries.”

***

With a whole day to burn, Joel decided to explore Pallet Town and visit the sights and attractions.

Unfortunately, in a town Pallet Town's size, there was very little in that regard. The biggest shop Joel saw was a newsagents, which he promptly entered, hoping for something to read. Unfortunately, they didn't have much more of a selection than the kiosk back at the 24-hour. They didn't even have a section for books, which irritated Joel, who promptly left the shop.

The only other interesting place to check out, Joel decided, would be the dock, at the far end of Pallet Town. While not a seafaring man, he quite liked the sea. How the waves formed, and crashed against the sea wall; the sandy beaches and the seashells. It was quite peaceful.

And peace was something Joel was short of, lately.

***

Despite the majority of Pallet Town being completely quiet, and boring, the harbour was rather busy. Shipping containers, of different colours and companies, stacked and positioned across the docks as far as the eye could see. Forklifts bustling back and forth, moving crates to, and from, the area. Men in high-visibility jackets moving boxes from warehouses into shipping containers.

Joel realised that, at this time of year, it was the season for cotton ginning. All hands would be on deck, as various cotton growers rushed to get their shipments out to their buyers. Clearly, Joel figured, it was not a good time to get a tour.

Instead, he continued on down the road, realising, half a kilometre later when he came across a park, that this part of Pallet Town was fairly beautiful. There were some pre-schoolers frolicking on slippery dips and play equipment, older tourist couples drinking coffee and discussing what they'll do between now and when the next ferry to Cinnabar Island was to leave.

Had Joel not had his own problem to worry about, he would have considered this situation to be quite peaceful.

Unfortunately, this situation was not his.

Joel trekked further on, heading down a slope toward a small beach. Not many people were there, he noticed. There weren't even any flags up to indicate the safer areas of the beach. Since the weather was starting to cool, Joel figured the lifesavers weren't trying so hard because not many people were swimming.

Still, it wasn't bothering him so much. He liked to have a quiet beach to himself. To kick sand, look at shells (and, since no one was looking and judging, he could build as many sandcastles as he wanted!).

As Joel walked across the beach, he picked up, and examined, a few small shells. They had always fascinated him. So many diverse types, of so many colours. It was rather wonderous and beautiful, to him.

As he stepped along, he found a curiously larger shell. While the other shells were smaller than his palm, this one was larger than his hand. Even more interestingly, was it was a light shade of purple, and looked as though the purple had been fading over a number of years. Joel kneeled down and picked it up, almost falling backwards when he saw it in its entirity.

The shell was actually two separate shells that joined together at the back, in a hinge-like manner. There were spikes on top and bottom, which made it look almost as if it was intended to stand on its own.

However, that wasn't what had made Joel jump.

While examining it, the shell had, very loosely, opened and closed in Joel's hands. when it had opened, Joel saw that there was a tiny skeleton inside.

This shell was a Pokemon!

Or used to be.

Joel tossed it aside and brushed his hands on his pants. As he did, the Poke Dex, which he had put inside his pocket to fiddle with when he had a spare moment, fell out of his pocket and landed near the shell.

Shellder, the Vivalve Pokemon,“ the Pokedex chirped in its distorted robotic voice. As it spoke, a picture of the shell appeared in the screen. “Shellder's shell is harder than diamond, and can repel any kind of attack. It is only vulnerable when its shell is open. This Water Pokemon swims backward by opening and closing its two shells. Shellder's large tongue is always hanging out, and it uses this tongue to burrow into the seafloor at night.

Joel picked up the Poke Dex and looked at the picture of Shellder. The PokeDex showed the same open shell that Joel saw, but this picture showed Shellder with two broad eyes and a tongue. It looked rather cute, Joel thought.

Which made dealing with the dead one, a whole lot tougher.

Not wanting anyone to destroy the remains, or become disgusted by it, Joel walked over to a far corner of the beach, which had its own collection of plant litter. Clearly, not a part messed with very often.

Joel took the time to kneel down, and dig a narrow, but deep, hole with his bare hands. Confident that it was deep enough that the Shellder would be safe, he gently placed its shell in the hole and buried it with sand. He proceeded to casually place plant litter back over it, so that it wasn't obvious that the sand around had been disturbed.

Dusting his hands off, Joel stood up. As he walked back across the beach, he distractedly tried to clean his nails of the sand. The one part he hated about sand.

Naturally, Joel's ambition for cleanliness outweighed his focus on walking, causing him to trip over something in the sand. It was a small, solid object that had caused him to fall over. He turned and saw that it was another shell. But this one was larger, and brown on top.

Once again curious, Joel leaned down and picked up the shell, noting it was remarkably heavy. Wondering what was so heavy, Joel peered inside the shell.

A pair of eyes inside the shell peered back.
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