The Path of Sacrifice

Link: Oldmansex, nothankyou. >.< That thought is disturbing. Besides, that’s not in Oak’s character at all. But yeah, I can try to make my chapters a bit longer. :D

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“Pidgey. Nothing but stupid Pidgey. Can’t there be anything around here except Ratatta and Pidgey?” Angel huffed, her glassed-over eyes glancing about the short-grass terrain just outside of Pallat town. “Are we living in a Hick Town so badly that all we have are stupid Pidgey and Ratatta?”

“Angel, it’s not all that bad! Pidgey evolve very strong, and Ratatta learn Hyper Fang! They’re worthy additions to any team.”

“But, they’re not that special first pokemon. Ash got a Pikachu out there, and his Pikachu is legendary. I want my own special first pokemon, not some whatever-I-caught pokemon...It’s just not something you hear successful trainers telling you.” Oak’s patience was beginning to wear thin. After all he had tried to do for her, was she really so ungrateful for his efforts that she was going to turn her nose up at his all-day effort to help her catch a pokemon? It was nearly sun down already, and he’d lost a full day of lab work. He’d even been willing to drop charges on theft and kidnapping if she sent him some cool pokemon for other kids. But, here she was, not wanting the very pokemon that were available?

“Angel, it’s almost nightfall. I’ll take you out again next week.”

“But, can’t I just borrow Bulbasaur and catch my own while you sleep?” Oak’s hand tightened on the ball which contained the green dinosaur.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! What if I need it in the mean time? If I do that, I might as well give it to you...” She frowned. He had a point; she couldn’t just take Bulbasaur from him – again. Maybe waiting a week wasn’t THAT long. “But, I’ll let you keep those five pokeballs. You can try and catch something tonight, but if you use all five and catch nothing, I’ll have to get more next month when I’m going to Viridian City. You’ll have to wait until then for extra. Just make sure you tell your mother, and keep close to town.” Angel’s eyes alit once again with happiness. This way she could keep looking as long as she liked.

“Thank you, Professor! I’ll come show you what I catch, when I catch it!” she exclaimed, providing the old man with a happy tackle-hug. Oak sighed, shaking his head. Lord help the pokemon league, once she got there.

“As long as it’s not in the middle of the night.” He muttered, shuffling off towards the lab. Maybe he could get some last-minute work in before midnight. That girl was going to be the death of him...



Angel flicked her eyes back towards the short grasses that seemed to hold nothing but varmint pokemon. Whatever she was going to catch, it was out there. The sun setting behind the far-off trees cast a golden hue across the clear autumn air.

“You’re out there, waiting for me...” she spoke, hoping her pokemon was listening. “You’re waiting for me, I can feel you. Didn’t want to come close with the professor out there, hmm? You’re going to wait until there’s no one else around, aren’t you?...” Her eyes shifted once again over the grasslands, almost hoping to see something, before she turned around and stepped home once again. “I won’t be long, pokemon...”



The eyes peering at her from beyond the grasses thinned, and tilted, as if their owner had shifted the angle of its head as it watched Angel walk away. That girl would be back, alone, and without any pokemon with her...Perfect.



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Pulling out the chair to their dining room table, Angel slid onto it as her mother placed the large mug of hot coca affront her. The mug used to be her father’s; it was a brilliant dark blue color, and had crackling patterns of pyrite over the surface, and it made it look like a off-stone of Lapis Lazuli. Father...would he be supportive of her being a trainer? Or, would he have shouted at her to become something much more ambitious, like a Doctor, or another blueprint Nurse Joy? Almost reading her mind, Angel’s mother placed her hand on her shoulder.

“He would be proud of you, Angel. Not everyone has the guts to chase their dreams like you are.” Angel’s eyes flashed with guilt. He wouldn’t approve of theft and kidnapping, she thought. “You’re going to go out tonight, right? That’s what you said. Be safe, okay? I’d rather you have a pokemon with you, but if Professor Oak said it was okay, then...he knows best. I suppose it’s not as if they’re all level twenty, or something...”

“Thanks, mom. I know you’ll worry, but it’s not like I’m going to Celadon without any pokemon.”

“No, that’s true. Well, the sun is almost totally down – you might want to get out there soon, before you can’t see anything anymore.”



Angel wasted no time slipping out the door, cocoa in hand. Maybe her pokemon was out there, waiting for her. Maybe it knew she was coming for it. Excitedly, she dashed into the grass, looking around rapidly in all directions. When nothing turned out, she frowned. Maybe she just had to look a little harder. Stepping a little further into the grasses, her eyes peeled sharply for anything either than Pidgey and Ratatta, she hoped, and prayed it would come to her.

“It’s okay, pokemon. I’m alone, I’m not going to hurt you.” She spoke, softly. She knew in her heart it was here; she just had to bring it out.



Silence...that’s all there was. Closing her eyes, she listened hard for any pokemon around. Anything. Anything at all. That’s when she heard it; the faintest little call. She couldn’t place what it was, it was too quiet. Then, again, it called once more, a little louder; “eee...”. She strained her mind to try and think of what pokemon sounded like that. Nothing came to mind.



“I hear you, little one...Come closer, let me see you...” she spoke out, opening her eyes to glance about in the fading light. That’s when she saw it – or rather, the figure of it. She couldn’t see much more than ears poking out of the grass. What had ears shaped like that? Wigglytuff? Dragonair had wing-like tufts, was that it? “Hello little one!” she spoke, placing a palm on an available pokeball. Suddenly, the pokemon froze, and ran headlong back into the brush. Before Angel could react, something looped over her head, and yanked her off her feet. Faster than she could think, she found herself upside down, dangling from a rope. “What the hell?!” she exclaimed, glancing around herself. Her head was a few feet off the ground, and her shirt was starting to collect on her chest. There had been no one around, who had roped her?



As if to answer her question, a man clad in black slid into her view. A familiar looking red “R” was on his chest, and it seemed that every feature about him, aside white skin, was black. Angel’s eyes thinned. Team Rocket.

“Well well, what mousey have I caught now? Ooh, look at you. You’re just prime, aren’t you?” he spoke, a lopsided lecherous grin mounted on his face. His eyes ogled at her breasts, as if his gaze had palms. Angel swung a fist at him, which missed by miles, sending her spinning about on her rope. The dizziness struck her at the same time the head rush did. As she raised her hands to her head, the bastard yanked another rope over her, and rather roughly bound her hands to her stomach.

“You jerk! Let me down!”

“Oh no,” the Rocket jerk spoke, stepping closer. “I don’t think so. I’ve got orders to find another slave girl for the Grunts.”

“You think I’ll just be a little slave for you bastards? If I scream LOUD enough, the entire town will be out here.”

“Go ahead; I’ve got snipers not too far away. They’ll all get picked off, one by one...” he replied, eying her bra, which was now visible, since her shirt had pooled at her chin.

“You’re lying. You wouldn’t murder an entire town because of me.”

“No? Well why don’t you try it? If you’re right, then you’re free; but it I’M right...everyone you love is dead. Is that a gamble you’re willing to take, missy? Or are you going to obey, and give in? I know you don’t have any pokemon...In fact, I know you’re completely helpless.” Angel said nothing, but glared at him, wishing he would drop dead, or cease to exist. “That’s right, you little cunt. You belong to Giovanni, now....” His palm rose, and fell upon her right breast, kneading it softly as she stared angrily at him. What could she do? She had no limbs, and screaming out might get everyone killed. His sickening touch upon her chest made her want to scream out desperately, but there was nothing she could do. No one could even see her from in town where she was hanging, and any hope she had of getting loose had run away into the brush. “Smart bitch, not saying anything. I could make you an orphan, or even worse. You’re ours now; a sex slave for the lowest to fight over. I promise, I’ll be the first to make you scream...” he whispered to her, moving his palm beneath the bra to push it up, as the other slid slowly into her pants. She resisted a sharp curse, knowing that there was no way to tell if he would honestly kill her town – and thus wasn’t worth the risk. She closed her eyes and fought hard not to throw up as his fingers slid into her sex, and touched her clitoris with a rough contact. Oh how deeply she wanted to kill him, right now. As his hand sunk further in, he regarded her with a very interested glance. “A virgin, are you? Now that’s something I didn’t ex-” his words cut off. His entire sickening contact froze, and started to slip away. Halfway curious and halfway relieved, Angel opened her eyes. The Rocket jerk was falling back; why?



“VEE!” screamed a voice, as the body fell to the ground with a dull thud. The Rocket’s body was missing a chunk of his neck. What the hell happened? A blur slid across her vision – the same figure she’d seen earlier. She tried to trace its movement, but the figure vanished before she could see it.

“Are you seriously just going to leave me here?!” she exclaimed, glancing around the area, trying to see her saviour. “Please cut me down!”

“....Vee.” the voice spoke – behind her. She couldn’t very well whirl to look, and she frowned because of it. What pokemon had saved her?!

“Please?...” she tried once more, and suddenly found herself falling. Landing rather roughly on her back, Angel rolled as far away from the dead Rocket as she could. “Can you cut me loose, too?...”



The figure that saved her finally stepped into her vision – even in the darkness, she could sort of see its shape. A paw tested her flesh, before it stood on her leg, as if worried she would crumble away, or kick at it. Whatever pokemon it was, she’d never seen it before. Mind you, she’d only seen a handful of the pokemon that existed. The pokemon had brilliant silver fur, and reminded her of a cat. Whatever it was, it was beautiful. It began biting at the ropes that bound her, and made quick work of it. The first thing Angel did, was pull her clothing together, and get as far away from the dead rocket as possible.

“Wow, that was...disturbing. Thank you for saving me, little one.”

“Vee. Eevee, vee.” It replied, as if trying to agree. “Vee vee, vee.”

“I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t’ve saved me.”

“Vee...” it replied, and shuddered. “Vee vee, Eevee, vee! Vee.”

“Do you want to come with me, little one? We can protect eachother, and go many new places!”

“VEE! Eevee vee! Vee vee...” it nodded vigorously. Angel grinned wide; she’d found herself a pokemon. Or, it had found HER.

“I think I’ll name you Moonlight; your fur is like moonlight. But, we’ve sure got a lot to explain...”

“Vee vee...”



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Well, not TOO much longer, but I tried. R and R please! :D