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Ghost-Trainer
By : Almister
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                "Hey, check it out!" Atticus called, pointing up at the top of a nearby tree. It was early morning, about a week had passed on their journey and they had made it to route 14 with no further incidents.

                Emily turned away from where she was 'training' with her Pokemon, looking up at where he pointed. Is that a... Drifloon?

                "I think so, it's tied off on one of the branches up there. I can't reach it, you'll have to get it to come down before I can catch it."

                Bozu, Hexen, come here for a second? The ghost called. The Shuppet darted forward, doing a few circles of Emily and Atticus while Hexen approached with more caution. I know you two have been working hard against lately, all those wins against those trainers proves that much. That's why I want to add another ghost to our team, okay?

                Bozu bounced enthusiastically a few times, excited to fight once more. The Misdreavus hesitated a bit before nodding. Follow me then. Emily said, taking off towards the treetops.

                Hello! She called, coming to a stop in front of the Drifloon. The balloon Pokemon turned slowly to face her, still bobbing aimlessly in the wind. Uh, I'm Emily, and I'm a Pokemon trainer.

                The Ghost-Flying type gave no reaction, still floating about in the breeze. I'd like to catch you, and take you with me on my journey. It'll be a lot of fun.

                No response. Emily sighed. Well, in order to catch you, you need to manifest, and come down to the ground. Could you do that for me? Pretty please? The balloon still wobbled on the wind, giving no sign of even understanding the trainer's pleas.

                Sighing, the ghost trainer gave up, and drifted back down to the ground. I don't know what's up with that Pokemon, but it certainly doesn't seem enthusiastic about coming with us. Let's keep looking, maybe we can find another.

                Nodding in agreement, Atticus picked up his gear once more, and followed them along the path. The weather on route 14 was a great improvement over what his home had to offer. This close to the ocean they'd get bad storms occasionally, but never the persistent rain he was used to. Winding along the base of the mountains the route was littered with streams caused by runoff.

                Ah... A brief noise caught Atticus's attention as he walked across a small wooden bridge over one such stream. Turning around he noticed Emily hesitating, floating at the edge of the water.

                "Something wrong?" He asked, noticing both of their Pokemon looking at the girl as well.

                I don't know, it just feels odd... She said, tentatively pushing her hand out, then drawing it back.

                "What feels odd?" Atticus asked, walking over to stand beside her.

                Going over the river. Once I'm over running water I feel really... Bad. She shrugged, unable to find words to describe it.

                "Huh, I'm not sure if that's a ghost thing, or if it's just because of how you died but... Do you think you can cross it anyways? If you go really quickly I mean? It's just a small river now, but... Unova has two massive rivers crossing it, so that's four bridges we'll have to cross at least. Not to mention the ocean if we decide to go to other continents." Atticus mentioned, reaching out to comfort his friend.

                Ugh, I know... It sucks but... I guess it's sort of like seasickness. I've never been on a boat before but we talked about it in school remember? I'll feel awful but I'll survive... well... Not 'survive' but you know what I mean. Emily giggled at her own joke, and then floated back to get a 'running start' at the river. She'd explained before that momentum didn't work that way for ghosts, they could go directly to top speed from a standstill right away, but it felt more natural to her to do it her way.

                Gaaaaaahhhhhhh! She cried as she rushed over the bridge, coming to a stop once over solid ground. Blah, that sucked, I feel like I could puke.

                Atticus followed after her, inspecting her condition. She did indeed look ill, as if she was just recovering from the flu, but as time ticked by she seemed to noticeably improve. Both of the Ghost Pokemon didn't seem effected by crossing the water, which was good, as plenty of trainers loitered on the bridges of Unova.

                "Will you be alright?" Atticus asked, both questioning her current state, as well as her willingness to continue.

                I'll be fine, death can't stop me from being a trainer, some stupid bridges won't either. She said, firming up and floating ahead. Let's go, I want to battle at least three more trainers before we make camp.

                The day progressed, bringing with it several more wins, and a loss against a tough trainer with a dark type Pokemon. It was a weakness they were still trying to work around, but they would no doubt overcome it in time. The great thing about Ghost type Pokemon was their ability to recover, no wound for them was ever permanent. If injured they could merely fade out, and after a few hours rest they'd be good as new. Right now, with a win/loss record sitting around 27 and 9 it was definitely a good thing.

                Setting up camp and eating dinner had become an ingrained habit for Atticus, and he went about his routine in silence while Emily and the Pokemon continued to play. Bozu had invented a new game, which involved trying to scare Atticus in as many creative ways as possible. It was tricky, since the young Medium could see the ghost despite its best attempts at remaining invisible, but he allowed the game to continue because if encouraged creativity.

                "Um... Hello there?" An wavering voice called from the path. He'd set up camp in a small clearing off to the side of the main road, the light of his fire and the smell of food must have attracted a fellow trainer.

                "Hey there, what can I do for you?" He asked, faking enthusiasm. Emily had insisted that he hide his reclusive nature, being outgoing was apparently a big part of being a trainer. So if he was going to fake being a trainer...

                "Well um... we were just looking for a place to stay..." A young girl, around his age with short brown hair and a white sundress stepped into the light. Following at her heals was a strong looking Luxray. "I was hoping... we could camp with you?"

                She looked hopeful, and he noticed a bit of a tremble in her voice and actions. Nodding, he gestured over to the fire, "Help yourselves. I don't have any Pokemon food, but the stew should be fine for both of you."

                She seemed to relax at that, and scurry over to sit by the fire. There was a fog rolling in off the ocean, and it was getting quite cold out. Come to think of it, he didn't see any gear on her at all. "What are you doing out this far, without any gear? It can be dangerous on these roads."

                The tension came back full force, and the girl paused mid bite, eyes widening. "Hey, relax, I don't mean anything by it, I'm just curious. My name's Atticus by the way." He said, trying to put her at ease. There was something weird going on here, and the last thing he wanted was to spook her and have her run off into the night.

                "My name's A-Ashley." She said, taking a few more bites of food, as if testing it, then pouring a bowl for her Pokemon. "This is Luke."

                "Nice to meet you." The Medium said, noticing the ghosts had returned, and were inspecting the situation.

                What's up with her? She acts like hasn't eaten in days, and that clothing isn't suited for travelling far.

                Atticus gave a barely visible shrug, and continued eating. Whoever this girl was, he was fine with his campsite being a haven for the night. "Do you have a sleeping bag? Or a change of clothing or anything?" He asked, noticing her continue to shiver even near the heat of the fire.

                Ashley shook her head, looking down in shame. "I was f-... I left in a hurry. It was silly of me but... I ran out of food a few days ago, but Luke is good at finding berries."

                "You can take some of my food with you in the morning, I've only got myself to feed, and I plan on restocking in White Forest." The boy said, noticing the visible flinch when he mentioned the small town. Ashley seemed to look over her shoulder every few seconds.

                "What about your Pokemon? Where are they?" the young girl asked.

                "Keeping watch. They'll see anything coming long before anything sees them. It's great to have friends like that, really."

                The girl seemed to relax a little more, and her Luxray padded over to rest its head in her lap. She absently scratched him behind his ears and it began to purr.

                You should ask her what's up, I think she's from White Forest, and something obviously has her spooked. I don't want you walking into a trap if something's happened there.

                "You're from White Forest right?" He asked, slowly, in the most non-accusing tone possible. "You couldn't have come from much further without proper supplies."

                "Y-yeah." She stammered, glancing about nervously. In the light of the fire he could just barely make out a redness around her eyes.

                "What happened there, that made you run away?"

                She tensed, and he felt certain for a moment she would bolt out into the fog, probably to her death. "Listen, you've got to trust me. You're exhausted, probably still hungry, and your Pokemon could use the rest as well right? If you want to survive, you've got to trust me."

                "Purists..." She whispered, and Atticus let out a low breath, waiting for her to continue. "I lived in White forest my whole life. I got Luke as my pet when I was four. We always had trainers passing through, but in the past few months more and more of those 'Purists' started coming through, and started sticking around for longer and longer periods of time. I kept away from them, but a few days ago they came to my house. They knew what I'd done, they knew, I don't know how but they said the 'oracle' told them. They were there to... My parents held them off, and told me to run. I grabbed Luke and..."

                She was crying by the end of her story, her Luxray was doing his best to comfort her, but it didn't seem like enough. Ignoring the growl of warning for the Electric type, Atticus rose to his feet and walked around the fire, pulling the girl into a hug.

                "They're probably dead... my parents are probably dead because of me." She whimpered.

                "It's not your fault. Those guys are scum, they did what they did because they have issues, not because of anything you did."

                "I should have run earlier. I should have packed my things and left once people started disappearing. But I was just like the rest of the village, willing to turn a blind eye as long as it was only the occasional passing trainer. None of us thought they'd turn on the locals." She wept, hugging her Pokemon tightly.

                "You can't go through there. It's too dangerous. You should turn around, and go towards Undella town. I don't know if it's any safer there, but White Forest is too dangerous. They know if you're not one of them. I don't understand how but they Know."

                What are we going to do? Could she be right? If they somehow know you're a Medium you'll be a target the moment you walk through town.

                "How many trainers went missing?" Atticus asked, once the girl seemed to have calmed down. He was already heating up more food, it was obvious her and her Pokemon were still hungry.

                "At least five. It was always after they left, so we didn't really notice until people came looking for them. Once it became obvious they were disappearing around town, people started being less friendly, trying to encourage travelers to leave as soon as possible. It worked at first, but lately..."

                "Lately the Purists seemed to know right away?" Atticus asked, getting a nod of agreement. "Did anything change, around that time? Anything that struck you as weird?"

                "Miko... Miko started hanging around with them, which was odd. She always kept to herself growing up, like large crowds seemed to bother her. I used to think she was like me, actually, since she had a Kirlia with her all the time."

                "Like you? In what way?" Atticus asked, mimicking the question Emily asked.

                "Ah well... you know... 'close' to our Pokemon." Ashely looked to the side, once more nervous.

                "R-right... What do you mean 'had' a Kirlia?" Atticus changed the subject, it seemed neither of them wanted to discuss the meaning behind her explanation.

                "That's just it, one day I just stopped seeing her. She would be hanging out with the Purists, but her Kirlia was never around. She looked so unhappy." Ashley explained, drawing her legs up to her chest. "I can't imagine how awful it must be for her."

                "Alright, eat up and get some sleep. You can rest up here all of tomorrow, I'll see what I can do about finding you some real supplies. There's a town, up in the mountains, near the Abundant Shrine. Go up there and you'll be safe from Purists, at least for a while. What you do from there is up to you, but at least you won't be in immediate danger." Atticus said, already planning ahead. Something was going on in White Forest, and as much as Emily urged him to avoid it, he wanted to see if he could sort it out.

                That night, as the girl and her Pokemon slept, Atticus considered his options.

                So, what are we going to do? Emily asked, floating near him as he stared into the fire.

                "I want to go to White Forest." Atticus replied, calmly.

                It'll be dangerous. Even if they don't have some weird way of knowing, the moment you bring out a ghost they won't like you.

                "I know, but this has been going on for months now, and nobody has done anything. Not the locals, not the police, nobody. How many people have to die before someone stands up to them?"

                Why does it have to be you? We only have two Pokemon, and while they're growing in strength, they aren't that powerful yet. We had difficulty fighting that one Purist the other day.

                "Right, but I was thinking. You're the one who does the battling right? So I can stay safe, while you go around town, gathering info and attacking Purists, one by one. Even if you lose a battle, you can just retreat and try again later." Atticus suggested, causing Emily to grin slightly.

                So we haunt them then? What will that do? Scare them into leaving town? This isn't some stupid game where bad guys throw money at us and run because we beat them in a Pokemon battle. That last Purist ordered direct attacks on you, and pulled a knife when he thought he may lose.

                "So we get proof. Proof that they are involved with killing those people. Then we fight back on their own terms, by attacking them directly." Atticus shrugged.

                You mean like, kill them in their sleep? You want me to kill people for you? You want me to order my Pokemon to kill people? Atticus have you lost your mind?

                "Take a look." He said, gesturing at the girl who lay shivering near the fire. She had her arm around her Pokemon, and was holding it close like a pillow. "That's just a single example of a life they ruined. Her parents may be dead for defending her. For what? What did she do to deserve something like this, can you even think of anything? There are likely a dozen people who are worse off than her because of those guys. Float around when we get to White Forest. I'll bet you find a dozen reasons to kill those Purists."

                It'll take about a week to get there right?

                "If we walk slow, which I suggest we do." Atticus agreed.

                Then I'm going to seriously step up the training. I'm not having you get killed because of this righteous streak of yours.

                "The spirits cry out with vengeance!" the Medium joked.

                Can it. Go to sleep, I have work to do.

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                The next day came and went smoothly. Ashley spent the majority of it resting, when she wasn't up and eating for meals. Atticus sat by the road, challenging any trainer that passed. When he won he asked for spare supplies, instead of cash, and to his surprise most trainers were quite generous. By dawn of the second day he had a decent travelling kit prepared for the young girl.

                "I can't thank you enough for doing this for me. Especially since... you know..."

                "You aren't weird you know. Everyone is different in different ways, it's not always obvious but it's true. Nobody should be punished for our uniqueness. Whatever it is you did that those guys think is so terrible, it doesn't mean you deserved any of this. I wish you the best of luck on your journey." Atticus gave her a kind pat on the shoulder, and watched as she walked out of sight, her loyal Luxray in tow.

                That was a really nice thing you did. I doubt many trainers would have taken so much time.

                "Most trainers don't have someone else doing all the training for them. How's everyone coming along?" Atticus asked, once certain nobody else would hear him.

                Good. Really good actually. I've got both of them playing 'Shadow tag' now, along with their other 'games'. I'm consistently amazed at how well this training method works on them.

                "How does shadow tag work?" Atticus asked, packing up what remained of the campsite.

                It's basically to teach them Shadow Sneak. Rather than phasing through the ground or an object, they hide themselves in a shadow, and move around that way. Once they're good enough they can even move shadows around. Right now we play by me sitting still and the two of them trying to sneak up on my using shadows. Eventually I'll start moving around to make it more difficult.

                "Good, I worry though, that everyone in this damn Purist movement uses Normal types." Atticus said, packing the last of the gear into his bag.

                I doubt they all do. Remember the winner of that tournament had a rather balanced team. I think they just avoid Dark, Ghost and Psychic types. Either way we need a variety of moves to rely on in the future, which is why we need to travel a lot. I want to get a Jellicent, Golurk, and Chandelure from Unova at least, to give us better type coverage. I also kind of want to get a Sableye, Froslass and Dusknoir, so we need to go to Hoenn at some point.

                "Yeah, I'll leave that sort of decision making to you. Just tell me where we need to go." Atticus shrugged, glancing up at the morning sky. "Hey, we have a visitor again."

                Emily looked up as well, and noticed the Drifloon attached to a nearby tree. Is that the same one? Floating up to investigate she was again rewarded with blank stares when she tried to speak to it. Arceus that thing is infuriating! It's like it knows EXACTLY what I'm saying, it just doesn't care.

                "Then why is it following us?" Atticus asked, as the two began following the path towards White Forest.

                Who knows? Let's just ignore it for now. It followed us this far because we left it alone, maybe if we keep it up it'll climb into a Pokeball on its own.

                "That wouldn't help us if it still refused to listen. Could you imagine trying to fly on one of those if it when wherever it pleased?" Atticus grumbled.

O~O~O~O~O

                High noon came and went. Being by far the worst time for Ghost types to be fighting, Atticus spent a few hours taking an extended lunch break, while the ghosts were off training in the shaded woods. Finishing the small meal, he stood, ready to once again continue walking.

                "Hey, you're a trainer right?" A voice called from the road. Atticus sighed, he needed a badge or something to wear.

                "Yeah, you want a battle?" He replied, scratching the back of his head and slumping out onto the street.

                "Jeeze, no need to look so enthusiastic." The girl who spoke had short red hair and wore athletic clothing. It appeared she relied on constantly moving to stay warm. He also noticed, worryingly, that she wore a Purist necklace.

                "Uh... You're not gunna try and stab me for using Ghost type Pokemon are you?" He asked, looking the girl over for weapons.

                "What? No! What the hell kind of person do you think I am?" She seemed genuinely offended.

                "Well considering every 'Purist' I've met has been a raving psychopath..." Atticus shrugged, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Emily was ready.

                "Hmph. I got this as a gift from some nice people back in White Forest. They said it'd bring me good luck." She said, clutching the metalic star with one hand.

                "I'm sure it did, since those people have been killing anyone they find 'weird'." Atticus muttered, shaking his head. "They probably gave you that as a sign to their friends not to off you on the way out."

                "What? No way! They were so nice to me." She actually seemed worried, as if she doubted the words.

                "They didn't ask you a bunch of stuff about your family history? About your relationship with your Pokemon? They didn't ask what you thought about Psychics and stuff?" Atticus asked.

                Lay off of it Atticus, she's obviously not like the others. Let's just have that battle, and we can talk later.

                "Whatever, my name's Atticus, and I challenge you to a Pokemon battle. Two Pokemon each okay?" He said, snapping the girl out of her shock.

                "My name's Summer... And a two Pokemon battle is fine by me!" She was shouting near the end of her reply, the thought of battle seemingly rekindling her confidence. "Go, Monferno!"

                Go Hexen! Start off with Astonish! The little ghost type manifested onto the field directly behind the flaming monkey. Summer called out to warn it, but when it turned around an earsplitting scream scared it off its feet.

                "Hey! No fair! Monferno, get up and show it your Mach Punch!"

                Hexen, go intangible and counter with a Psywave! The monkey Pokemon's fist passed right through the ghost's face, and the fire Pokemon stumbled, clutching its head as Hexen began chanting.

                "Get up and give it a Flame Wheel!" Summer called, fired up by the exciting battle. The ape sprung to its feet once again, and started spinning towards Hexen, catching fire along the way. The ghost was unable to dodge in time, taking a powerful hit that knocked it back several feet. "Good, hit it again Monferno!"

                Hexen! Use Confuse Ray! The command came just as the Misdreavus was regaining its bearings, and it managed to hit the Monkey before it could start spinning again. Monferno stumbled and launched the attack again, this time missing by several feet and hitting a tree.

                "Damn! Monferno Return!" Summer called, pulling a Pokeball from her belt.

                If she returns, the confusion will fade. Hexen, Mean Look! The ghost obeyed immediately, glaring at Monferno as the red beam from the Pokeball struck him. The taunting look sent the hot headed Pokemon into a frenzy. Ignoring the orders to return it began swinging wildly at Hexen, its attacks missing or phasing through the ghost when it didn't end up injuring itself. Eventually the fire type fell over, too exhausted to continue.

                "Whew, that was intense. I really need to teach him not to get so fire up." Summer said, returning her Pokemon. "You're so chill! Just standing there without a care in the world while your Pokemon tears it up. Guys like you burn me up!"

                "Ah... should you send out your next Pokemon now?" Atticus asked, as Hexen vanished from the field.

                She seriously likes her fire analogies. I'm shocked the Purists let her pass, but maybe they're laying low after Ashley escaped.

                "Go, Pansear!" Summer called, sending yet another flaming monkey on to the field.

                Oh man, I thought her Monferno would be her ace. This is ridiculous! Uh... Bozu, do you think you can take him?

                "Come on, this battle is just warming up! Give me all you've got!" Summer called, itching to start the battle. Her Pansear mimicked her attitude, bouncing up and down on its toes. Suddenly an odd wind picked up, and the Drifloon from earlier floated down into the path. "Uh... is this yours?" She asked, gesturing to the Pokemon which didn't seem to notice there was a battle going on.

                Drifloon, are you going to fight for us? Emily asked hopefully. The Pokemon turned to look at her blankly, before returning its attention to the battle. Great... It's just doing whatever it feels like... again...

                "Pansear! Work Up!" Summer shouted, and the monkey crouched low, flames began licking across its body. Drifloon floated about aimlessly, wobbling slightly in the breeze. "Again Pansear!" Summer called, and the flames began to roll higher off of it.

                "Now! Hit it with a Flame Burst!" A large get of fire flew from the ape, slamming dead on target against the Drifloon. The ghost type seemed shaken out of its stupor by the pain, and inflated, riding the hot air current up away from the enemy Pokemon.

                Once it had reached several feet off of the ground it exhaled, blowing a gust of wind down towards the ground. "Hah, it'll take more than a Gust to stop us! Pansear, keep up the Fire Busts!" The Fire type complied, sending a barrage of fire into the air, but to everyone's surprise the flames seemed to be losing strength over time. "What? Pansear, what's wrong?" The monkey seemed to be staggering, the flames it had built up were dying out.

                That wasn't a Gust, that was a Clear Smog! It removes any status boosts to the opposing Pokemon! Emily shouted excitedly. The Drifloon sucked in another breath of air, and began using Focus Energy.

                "Pansear, jump up there and hit it with a Crunch!" Summer ordered, and the Monkey quickly scaled a nearby tree, leaping out over open space to grab hold of the Balloon Pokemon. The Drifloon let out a screech of pain. It grabbled the Fire type with one of its ties, which glowed black for a moment, and swing the offending monkey into the ground in Revenge. Not letting up the other tie came down as well and wrapped up the Fire type, using Imprison to subdue it.

                "Pansear! Break free!" Summer cried, seeing her Pokemon get pulled into the air. The Drifloon Constricted, putting pressure on the Fire type till it submitted. "Alright, that's enough. Pansear, return!"

                The Fire type disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the exhausted Ghost type alone in the path. Seeing an opportunity, Atticus threw the Pokeball, smirking as it shook only twice before clicking shut. They could work on his attitude problem later, Drifloon was quite the little powerhouse one way or another.

                Reluctantly exchanging information with the enthusiastic girl, Atticus set out once more down the road. White Forest loomed ahead of him, a milestone bigger than any first gym battle. He knew it was something he had to face, he couldn't just turn around and go to Undella town, leaving who knows how many more people to their fate. Still, a part of him dreaded what was to come, and he slept fitfully that night.
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