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Ghost-Trainer
By : Almister
Category: Pokemon > General
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                Do we have the camping supplies? A sleeping bag and tent? Pokegear, Pokeballs and Pokedex? Don't forget to bring all of my notes, they could come in handy.

                "Relax! I've got everything, you watched me pack remember? Just calm down." Atticus muttered, adjusting the large backpack over his shoulder. It felt odd, wearing all of the trainer gear, as if he was trying to be somebody else.

                I know, it's just... I want everything to go perfectly. I can only train Ghost-types, so we'll have to work extra hard and all... It's so weird, leaving home.

                Taking a deep breath, Atticus took his first step out of the village. A long winding dirt road lead down the mountain, all the way to the costal Route 14 of Unova. That would be the first step to their journey. Emily floated along beside him, accompanied by her Shuppet. They had both decided, that since the Ghost-types were usually invisible, they wouldn't keep them in Pokeballs.

                The strength of a Ghost determines how long it can manifest into the physical world, and how much of a beating it can take before being forced back out. The rules say that once a Ghost-type fades out it counts as 'fainting'. That's because a former champion had this 'unbeatable Haunter' that was actually several Haunters at once. When one would get hurt, it would disappear, and another would take its place. When a Medium caught on to what he was doing, the rule was made to prevent this.

                "But don't ghosts go invisible during battles all the time?" The Medium asked. He'd never really paid much attention to league rules.

                There's a difference. Even when a ghost is manifested but invisible, there are other ways to detect where it is, and hurt it. When it fades out, only a Medium can still see it, and it can't continue to battle.

                "So what about Shuppet? How strong do you think he is?" Atticus asked.

                Not very, we've just started working on manifesting. I'm going to try teaching him a few attacks before we get into any real battles. You keep an eye out for any more Ghost-types. If we're only using Pokeballs for registration there really shouldn't be a limit to how many we take with us, so long as we never use more than six in any 'official battle'.

                "Hah, you're a lot more sneaky than I figured you'd be."The boy commented, causing Emily to stick out her tongue and float on ahead.

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                'Training' Shuppet turned out to be more like playing with the Pokemon. It was quite obvious the little ghost was quite young, and had a very brave nature. She started off by helping it manifest, coaching it until the edges of its body lost the blurry look. Once that was done they played tag, racing around the trail as fast as they could go.

                The first time Shuppet bumped into a tree and started crying they had to take a small break to calm it down. It was amazing watching Emily work, tending to the little grey Pokemon like a young child. Once it was calmed down the two floated over to the tree again, and she began coaching the Pokemon on going intangible so that it could fly through it like it wanted to.

                By the end of the first day of the trip they were once again playing tag, this time racing through the trees. Whenever Shuppet would catch up, Emily would fly through a tree trunk, forcing the Pokemon to slow down and concentrate on phasing through it. He was getting better, but it wasn't perfect yet.

                Atticus made camp that night, lighting a small fire for dinner and setting up his tent. His two companions didn't tire or need sleep, so instead continued training, stopping to chat with him every so often. Shuppet, in fact, seemed to get even more energy as the sun began to set. The two humans agreed that they'd focus mainly on travelling during the day, and Emily would train her Pokemon all night.

                This has been a lot of fun so far.

                "I'm glad you're enjoying it. I know you never planned on raising Ghost-types."

                I was actually planning on catching one and sending it to you, as a gift. I know you're not into Pokemon really, but I thought if it was a Ghost-type, it'd grow on you.

                "Shuppet really is kind of cute. I don't see why most people are afraid of them."

                I've explained before. To normal people, Ghosts give off this weird aura about them that makes people uncomfortable. There's something about them that just screams 'wrongness', as if they don't belong in our world. I think the professors call it their 'disquiet'. But now that I'm dead, I agree with you, they are kind of awesome.

                "What are your training plans so far then?"

                Mostly speed for now, I want to get him used to changing phases quickly so he can dodge physical attacks in a fight. So more tag, and then possibly hide and seek. If we find another ghost soon we can have them practice with each other.

                "There's supposedly Misdreavus on the mountain. If we go south we might find a Ghastly in White Forest. There's also a haunted house on Route 15 we can visit."

                I know, I planned our whole trip last night remember?

                "When you weren't cuddling with me you mean?"

                Ah, well... you couldn't seem to sleep... I thought maybe a pretend hug would help.

                "It did. I could sort of feel you, even though you feel cold and wet."

                Would you rather I'd died in a fire? Emily crossed her arms in indignation.

                "I'd rather you didn't die at all. But I still... You still mean a lot to me."

                You still won't say it huh? Even though I'm dead.

                "I won't say it because you're dead. What good would it do?"

                A girl loves being complimented. Even when she's dead. With that the ghost floated over him, laying in the air right above his sleeping bag. Leaning down she placed a small kiss on his cheek, that felt like someone had pushed an ice cube against him.

                The moment was interrupted when Shuppet rose from the floor, glancing between his trainer and the Medium. Emily giggled, and turned to face her first Pokemon, pulling it up into her lap.

                Hey there Bozu! Mommy and Daddy were just having a talk. Want to continue playing? She asked, getting a nod from the little grey Pokemon.

                "Bozu? Yeah, I guess he does kind of look like a 'teru teru bozu'." Atticus said, stifling a yawn.

                Go to sleep then, 'daddy', we'll wake you if we find a ghost for you to catch.

                Atticus drifted off to the hauntingly melodic sounds of laughter, as the two ghosts played among the swaying trees.

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                AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

                Atticus catapulted himself upright in his sleeping bag, blinkingly looking into the pitch black night around him. The fire had long since died, and the trees overhead blocked the moonlight. Calming himself down he peered around, trying to find the source of the scream. He stifled a grin when his eyes passed by a small Misdreavus. Pretending he didn't see her, he continued looking around, as the little Pokemon came closer for another scare.

                Just before she could reach him his head whipped around, looking her right in the face he let out a scream of his own.

                AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Two screams pierced the night, and the Ghost-type Pokemon fell backwards, surprised to have her own Astonish turned around on her. Acting quickly he threw a Pokeball, grinning as the startled Pokemon disappeared in a flash of light.

                What's all the racket about? Emily floated into the clearing, followed shortly after by Bozu.

                "This little witch tried to scare me for a quick meal." Atticus said, gesturing at the wobbling Pokeball. All sets of eyes watched in anticipation as the ball stopped shaking and clicked shut. Giving a small grin Atticus opened the ball, letting their latest Ghost-type Pokemon out.

                She did a quick spin, wobbling in the air to gain her bearings. Immediately she faded out, trying to hide from those in the clearing. "Take it easy there, we're not going to hurt you."

                We can still see you, you know. Emily added. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, as the little Ghost type zoomed off to hid within the trunk of a tree. Come on now, you're not in any trouble.

                Timidly, the screech Pokemon stuck her face out of the bark of the tree. We know you feed on fear. We aren't mad at you for pranking us. We'd like to be your friends, how about you come out and we can introduce ourselves.

                Slowly the ghost emerged from her hiding place, and floated down to the ground, where Atticus and Shuppet waited. "Hi there, I'm Atticus, this is Bozu, and that's Emily. She's going to be your trainer."

                Misdreavus turned to look up at Emily as she floated along beside her. Only if you want to come with us. It'll be a lot of fun I promise.

                Bozu darted forward, flying in circles around his latest teammate, murmuring away in his own language. Misdreavus seemed overwhelmed, but politely stayed in one place, mumbling a reply every so often. "What should we call her?"

                How about Hexen? The Misdreavus seemed to consider it a moment, before giving a soft nod. Alright then Hexen, we were just playing hide and seek, want to join us?

                With that the three ghosts took to the air again, floating into the nearby trees. Each one would take turns being 'it' and hunting the others, the goal was to sneak up on the other ghosts and startle them. It was a rather inventive way of training several things at once, especially working with young Pokemon like Bozu.

                Once again the night was filled with giggles and laughter, as well as the occasional shriek of fright. Atticus paid it no mind and resumed sleeping, relying on Emily to enforce the rule of 'nobody bother Atticus while he's sleeping'.

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                Dawn came only a few hours later, and Hexen got to play the role of alarm clock. The fear she caused in Atticus served as her breakfast, and the group of ghosts continued playing as he ate and packed up camp. Once on the road, Emily sent the two ghosts off to play tag, while she hovered alongside Atticus.

                Around noon they started hitting patches of other trainers, and Emily began testing out the results of her training routine. The battles were all tough, since both of her Pokemon were relatively new to fighting, but once she had explained things as if they were a game they began to pick it up quick.

                'The rules' got more and more complex as both Pokemon seemed to have a knack for finding loopholes. Most of the trainers he fought seemed to take it in stride once Atticus explained that 'his' Pokemon were young.

                We're off to a great start huh? I can't wait to see as much of this world as possible.

                "I thought you were just looking to win a championship?" Atticus asked, raising an eyebrow.

                Well yeah, but it's not really that easy. The fun is all in the adventure, in the things we do along the way. I know you want to hurry along and get back to your life...

                "No. Not really. You were right, in a way, I suppose. I have a long time before I need to take over for my father. Even if I'm a lousy trainer, getting out to see the world is something of a rite of passage in our society." He sighed, looking down at the road. "I'll travel with you until you're satisfied."

                I'm glad. Even if I could do this on my own, it's so much better with you here. I think I see a trainer up ahead, I'm going to go round up Bozu and Hexen.

                Sure enough, down the path there was a young boy, around thirteen years old. He was dressed in rather standard trainer clothing, all adorned with symbols of Pokeballs and such. Atticus, by comparison, was wearing rather nondescript hiking gear, which was sort of a necessity for living in the mountainous regions.

                He watched as the trainer eyed him curiously, before fixing his gaze on Atticus' 'inherited' Pokegear, and began grinning. "You're a trainer?"

                "Something like that." Atticus shrugged, already looking for Emily to come back. He noticed that the other trainer was wearing a strange necklace, a metallic six point starburst. "I suppose you want to battle?"

                "You bet! Go, Pidove!" The trainer called, throwing a Pokeball into the air. It released a small bird which began circling around the path. Atticus merely looked off to the side, as Emily again floated into view, both Pokemon trailing her unseen by their opponent.

                Go get him Bozu! The little grey ghost-type floated out into the path, and manifested by pulling in shadows from the trees.

                "A ghost type?" The trainer said, a slightly disgusted look crossing his face. "Tch, whatever. Pidove, fly up and use Gust!" The little bird pulled up sharply, and began flapping franticly towards the ghost, whipping up a wind that threatened to blow it way.

                Bozu, get out of the way! The Shuppet dodged, strafing to one side as the Pidove turned with him, trying to catch him in the gale. Use screech! A piercing scream filled the air, causing the Pidove to wobble slightly from the noise.

                The trainer's expression darkened more and more as the Ghost-type Pokemon fought on, seemingly without orders from its trainer. "Pidove, show this freak how a real Master fights. Use Air Cutter!" The wind whipped up again, this time sending sharpened lines of air towards the circling ghost.

                Bozu, go intangible and pass through them, then use Knock off! The trainer's eyes widened as the blades of air passed through the Ghost-type Pokemon, injuring it but doing nothing to keep it away. Its horn darkened as it struck with a blunted strike, usually built for disarming an opponent, that knocked the bird down a few feet.

                "Pidove! Use quick attack to get out of there!" The trainer called. The pigeon Pokemon pulled out of its fall and began circling the battle area at high speed.

                Bozu, keep using screech! Atticus covered his ears as the Shuppet opened its mouth once more, filling the air with a grating scream. The opposing trainer tried to shout orders, but couldn't be heard above the cacophony. Frustrated by the headache inducing noise the Pidove changed direction, and tried to ram into the ghost. Go intangible, then counter with Knock Off.

                The quick attack passed through the Ghost-type harmlessly, causing the bird to stumble in the air as a chilling sensation passed through it. The screeching stopped, and it dimly heard its trainer ordering it to get out of there. Wings flapped as it righted itself, looking to climb higher into the air. Its gaze turned upwards, locking onto the eyes of its opponent. Bozu's horn glowed in a twisted black light, and Pidove knew no more.

                "Pidove! Return!" The trainer snarled, recalling the Pokemon only after it had hit the ground and lay unmoving.

                "Don't be so hard on it, it did a great job all things considered." Atticus called, as Bozu faded from view, exhausted.

                "As if I care what you think! A filthy trainer using rotten tricks to get ahead. It should have taken more than that to bring down Pidove." The trainer growled, reaching for another ball. "Stantler, Takedown!"

                Atticus nearly fell over in shock as the great deer Pokemon emerged in a flash and began charging right at him. Diving to the side he managed to avoid the rampaging Pokemon as it sped past. "What the hell! I don't even have a Pokemon on the field!"

                "Whats the matter, out of dirty tricks?" The trainer taunted, as the Stantler turned around to charge once more.

                "The hell is your problem you cheating bastard? You can't order your Pokemon to attack a trainer!" Atticus was getting pissed, something about this guy had rubbed him the wrong way from the start, but this was getting excessive.

                "How are you giving commands to your Pokemon?" The trainer demanded, as Stantler lowered its antlers to charge again.

                "I don't need to, they're well trained!" Atticus replied, staggering to his feet.

                "Liar! You're impure aren't you? Some kind of Psychic, or a Medium! Filth like you should just die!" Suddenly it clicked. This boy was one of those Purist fanatics, aiming to do him in for being different. That symbol on his neck was the symbol for Normal type Pokemon.

                "You're trying to kill me for using Ghost-type Pokemon?" Atticus yelled, seeing Emily urging both of her Pokemon to do something. Hexen was still timid, even after winning a few battles, and all of the anger and panic in the air wasn't helping the situation.

                "They're as bad as Dark types, using tricks and deceit to get ahead. Or psychic types, messing with our minds, oppressing humans to do their bidding, when it should be the other way around. They don't belong in our world, filth like you doesn't belong in our world!" The trainer was practically frothing at the mouth as he drew a hunting knife from his boot and began to rush the Medium.

                AHHHHHHHHHHHH! A piercing scream snapped Atticus from his terror. Hexen had appeared directly in front of the Trainer's face, her scream scaring him badly enough for him to fall backwards. The Stantler charged, waving its antlers wildly to get the Ghost away from its trainer. Hexen retreated to the safety of the air, moving into the shade between the tree branches as the sun began to set.

                Hexen, use Psywave on that Stantler! Emily ordered. The timid ghost complied, remaining safely above the reach of the deer as it began chanting. The larger Pokemon stumbled slightly from the onslaught. Good job, keep it up!

                "Stantler, ignore the stupid ghost, aim for the trainer with a Take Down!" The trainer had managed to climb to his feet.

                "Umbreon, Faint Attack!" A calm voice sounded from the tree line. A dark blur rushed from the underbrush and intercepted the Stantler mid attack, knocking it down and out with a single strike.

                "Y-y-you!" The trainer stammered, falling back down and trying to crawl away. "S-stay away from me!"

                A figure emerged from the shadows, wearing tight black clothing that showed off his lean form. Around his neck was tied a long dark red scarf that flowed in some invisible wind behind him and obscured most of his face. Red eyes peered from behind black bangs as he glared down at the fumbling trainer.

                "Mathew Davison. You are wanted in connection with a local gang of Purists, for the assault of five trainers, for the murder of three more, for the prolonged torture and rape of two girls, one of them who wasn't old enough to even own a Pokemon. For these crimes you will receive the death penalty. Do you have any last words?" The figure said, looming over the trembling boy.

                "They weren't even human! Filth, all of them filth! Halfbreeds and Pokemon fuckers, fag and dikes and freaks! All of them deserved to die!" The trainer yelled, surging forward with his knife in hand.

                "Drapion." The figure said calmly, a massive clawed tail shot from the trees and pinned the Purist to the ground. "I will now carry out your sentence. Rot, wretched fiend."

                The Purist trainer writhed in agony as a deadly dose of Toxic flowed into him, the clawed tail of the monstrous Pokemon never letting him up off the ground. Atticus sat numb with horror, watching the morbid scene before him. A part of him wanted to interfere, but hearing what the boy had done, accusations that were not denied, crimes the boy even seemed proud of, made him hesitate. Remembering how close he came to being stabbed helped cement his decision.

                Emily floated near him, looking horrified as the boy writhed and screamed, the poison eating away at him from the inside. She glanced down, feeling Atticus slip his hand through hers for comfort. Eventually the boy stopped moving, and the Drapion returned to its Pokeball. "I wish you no peace in the afterlife." The man whispered, and turned his attention towards Atticus.

                "I'm sorry, both for making you watch that, and for you nearly dying tonight. I attacked a gang two nights ago, only he survived to flee. It took me until now to catch up to him." The man said, standing in front of the stunned Medium.

                Atticus forced himself to look away from the body. "You do that to all of them?" He whispered.

                "Not all. Only those who take their beliefs to the level of violence. They become monsters who prey upon the innocent, I merely put them down."

                "Who are you?" Atticus asked, looking the man over. The clothing he wore looked thick and worn, like armor. He wore thick gloves and boots, and had a belt of supplies around his waist. All together he couldn't be more than eighteen years old.

                "The 'Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore'." he said with a flourish and bow. "There are those in the Purist movement who speak of me in fearful whispers. They call me Nevermore. You, innocent trainer, may call me Poe."

                "Poe. Fitting I suppose. So you were up here hunting him?" He asked, still trying to wrap his mind around everything.

                "Indeed, the world has become a dangerous place for those not seen as Normal. It has long been the theory that humans that live among Pokemon for long enough can gain extraordinary abilities. Water trainers can hold their breath longer, Rock trainers have greater stamina and harder bones, Dark trainers can see better in low light." Poe said, walking over to the dead trainer and rummaging through his things. He took the boy's Pokegear, as well as a set of Pokeballs, recalling the unconscious Stantler, and pocketed several bills worth of money.

                "Ghost trainers become Mediums." Atticus mumbled, sharing a look at Emily.

                "Exactly. It runs in the family you see, there isn't anything really weird about it. But now the world has gone mad. There's rioting in the streets because of this 'Purist' movement. It's become an excuse to hate. Some of them take it all the way up to murder, willing to kill those they refuse to accept."

                "I'm beginning to think leaving home was a bad idea." Atticus said. Surprisingly Emily seemed to agree.

                "Hmm, a ghost trainer huh? I take it you're a Medium then? They certainly won't like you. But you shouldn't let that stand in between you and your dreams. Keep your head up, and eyes open, and avoid anyone with those symbols around their necks. The lot of them wear them proudly." He said, gesturing to the Normal symbol necklace. With a tug he removed it from the trainer, and placed it into a pouch alongside numerous others.

                "Krokorok, a shallow grave for our dearly departed friend here." Poe called, releasing a large bipedal crocodile. Within moments the ground swallowed up the body, leaving no trace of its presence behind. "Do me one more favor? If you do find others like you out there, with legitimate special abilities, look out for them. They're few and far between, especially with this madness forcing them into hiding, but you'll all be safer if you stand together."

                " 'Till we meet again, oh wandering spirit, I bid thee adieu!" He called, he and his Umbreon darting into the night.

                Atticus let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and glanced up at the sky. The sun had set, leaving him in darkness as the stars began to come out, one by one. After a moment Emily floated ahead, scooping up Hexen into her arms. You should make camp.

                The Medium walked another mile before feeling comfortable enough to break camp, lighting a small fire to cook dinner on.

                Does none of this bother you? Emily asked, seeing him less shaken up than she was expecting.

                "In his old journals my Uncle spoke about how Mediums lead cursed lives. We have one foot in the grave at all times, we see the results of death every day, so it never really bothers us. It's like with you, I cry for all the things you'll never get to do, but you're still with me. No matter how much I care about you, how much I adore your presence, there's a part of me that demands I send you on to your final resting place." Atticus said, laying back to look up at the stars.

                This is different though. That boy is dead! That man, Poe, murdered him. What about that boy's family, or friends?

                "What about mine? That 'boy' was going to kill me too. That 'boy' had already killed several people, and raped and tortured several more. Poe was right, he was a monster."

                And that gives someone the right to kill him? What if Poe was lying.

                "You don't believe for a second he was lying. That kid didn't even bother to deny it. I would have killed him myself if he had touched you, why should it be any different for girls I don't know." Atticus mumbled.

                Atticus... You're right, I'm sorry. This whole thing just freaks me out. Is it really that dangerous out there? Will we really have to deal with this sort of thing, just to go on our journey?

                "I guess so, but we can't just run and hide from it. If this movement is gaining momentum, there has to be some sort of opposition. We'll continue our journey despite, no in spite of all of their stupid ideals." The Medium said, laying back against the grass.

                I grieved too, you know. Emily said, after a moment's silence. It sounds silly, but when I died I grieved, just as much as everyone else. It was selfish of me, to cry because I'd never catch my first Pokemon, never win my first battle, never become a Champion. Never get my first kiss.

                I'm such a selfish person. My family was crying, because they'd never see me again, and there I was moping about petty little things. When you were in danger today, there was a small part of me that said 'When he dies, we'll be together again'.

                "We will." Atticus said, surprising the ghost. "When I die we will be together again. Although I'm in no rush, it's a comforting thought. I hope you don't mind that I may be an old man."

                Sucks to be you, I'll be fifteen forever. Although, when you die, try to go in your sleep. Only a beauty like me can pull off the drowned look.

                They both chuckled slightly at the morbid humor, the tension from earlier fading slightly. "You're wrong though, about some stuff. You've already caught your first and second Pokemon, and won plenty of battles today."

                All because of your help.

                "Then I'll help you with everything else on the list as well."

                Everything?

                "Absolutely everything."

                Ice cold lips brushed against his own, as gentle as a phantom breeze, filling him with a slight tingling sensation.

                You're such a wonderful person.

                "Can you feel it, when you do stuff like that?" Atticus wondered, reaching out to trace the edges of her face.

                There's a weird sort of warmth to it. Not body heat, but... emotional? It's like your pushing love and affection into me.

                "Makes sense. Ghosts are emotional creatures, after all." Atticus muttered, letting his hand cup the space her chin occupied, and focusing on all his feelings for her. Leaning in he kissed her, shocked to find an almost physical presence meet his lips. It still felt like kissing an ice sculpture, but after a moment he pulled away and she smiled.

                Your lips are blue. She teased, floating up and away from him. Get some sleep Romeo, we can practice your special 'Ghost Pokemon' abilities another night.

                Atticus fell asleep with a small smile, listening as once again a chorus of shrieks and giggles filled the night while Emily and her Pokemon played 'hide and seek'.
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