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Ghost-Trainer
By : Almister
Category: Pokemon > General
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                "Heh, double type advantage huh? Clever little sneak. Let's go Heracross." Both Pokemon emerged to the field, sizing one another up.

                "Seriously? A Bug/Fighting Pokemon against a Poison/Flying? You secretly want me to torture you don't you?" Jess teased, licking her lips.

                "Oh I just don't think it'd be fair to not give Heracross a work-out. After all, I'm fighting too, and you look like a pushover." Dan mocked, crouching down to prepare to fight. Before him Heracross did the same, flexing and scratching the ground.

                "I'll show you a pushover. Golbat, fill that stupid bug full of poison!" The girl ordered, lashing out with her barbed whip. Dan darted forward, rolling under the first lash and maintaining his forward momentum. The bat shot forward, mouth wide and fangs bared. Without orders the Heracross dodged the first swoop, ducked the second and caught the third attack with a devastating counter.

                "Smack it down!" Dan called, busy dodging rapid wild lashes from Jess as he watched the battle out of the corner of his eye. The beetle complied, leaping into the air to grab the flying Pokemon by its face. It bit down on the Fighting type's arm, but Heracross ignored the pain, instead spinning once and throwing the poisonous Pokemon into the ground.

                "Follow it up with a Bulldoze!" Dan ordered, leaping back as another strike from the whip closed in on him. "Don't let it get away!"

                "Golbat! Get out of there and counter with Venoshock!" Jess ordered ,more concerned with winning the fight than her injured Pokemon. The bat rose shakily to its legs, looking up as it collected purple energy in its mouth. The blast was met head on by Heracross slamming hard into the ground like a meteor right on top of it, sending out a wave of force that shook the ground. The dust cleared to reveal a very injured Golbat, incapable of standing, and Heracross looking rather ill from the Poison. Both trainers recalled their Pokemon.

                "Stupid move, your Heracross could still fight." Jess grunted, preparing to call her next Pokemon.

                "He was poisoned, better to let him rest. I won't need him anymore anyways." Dan taunted, throwing his next Pokemon. "Meinfoo, let's do this." The little bipedal weasel appeared in a flash of light, shadowboxing a few times before focusing on his enemy.

                "Gligar!" Jess called, throwing her next ball. "Start off with Sand Tomb!" The flying scorpion took to the air immediately, flying around the clearing at high speeds. Within moments a trail of dust kicked up in his wake, eventually growing into a hurricane of dirt and grit that swept over both Dan and his Pokemon.

                "Mienfoo, focus, use Detect to predict where he will be, then hit him with a Jump Kick." Dan quietly ordered, his back facing towards the Pokemon. "Try and bring it down to the ground, then get in close." The little weasel nodded and closed its eyes, taking a low defensive stance as it concentrated.

                "Hit and run with a Fury Cutter!" Jess's voice rang out from outside of the raging dust storm. A faint whistle of wind, nearly lost in the din of the whipping dirt, was the only warning the two received. Dan leant back, narrowly avoiding a lethally sharp claw that shot through where he had been a mere second before. Another whistle and a shallow cut appeared across his right forearm when he brought it up to guard. "Keep it up Gligar!"

                Meinfoo's eyes shot open, picking out movement in the flow of air around them, locking on to the blurred shadow as it circled its prey. It shot towards them from the left, closing in to strike at the back of Dan's neck. Mere feet away from a fatal blow it's face met the opposing force of the Martial Arts Pokemon's foot. With a cry the flying scorpion fell to the ground and bounced clear of the Sand Tomb, the little Fighting type braced itself and followed through the dying wind.

                Dan wasted no time rushing through the wall of sand, quickly located the opposing trainer and closing in on her. If he could knock the girl out then the battle would end right there. With a sudden burst of speed he cleared the gap between them, leaping high to land a solid kick to her head. Inches from contact he was hit with a jarring force that sent him tumbling through the dirt.

                Jess grinned sadistically as he straightened himself, a two foot tall pink and grey Pokemon landed nimbly beside her. "You cheated." Dan said, rubbing his chin as he rose to his feet. To his right Meinfoo was still locked in combat against Jess's Gligar.

                The girl merely laughed, once again bringing her whip to bear. "I'm not like the rest of these misguided idiots. I don't care about honor, or fairness, or purity. This group is a means to an ends, and the 'ends' in this case, is a fresh supply of victims. To think that these fools praise me for my talents at torture, when in truth I'd turn on them the moment they stopped bringing me prey. And they're so easy to incite as well, a few casual observations, some hushed whispers, and they go frothing at the mouth after whoever strikes my fancy."

                "You're sick." Dan muttered, tightening his gloves and drawing another Pokeball. Tensing his body, a blue light began to form around him seeming to augment his physical presence. "I was planning on turning the lot of you in to the cops. But you... I think you need to die."

                "An aura user? This is more like it! I wonder what your blood tastes like? Accelgor, Double Team!" The bandage-wrapped Pokemon at her side blurred into action, moving around the clearing at speeds even the martial-artist had trouble keeping up with. Dan jumped backwards to avoid a strike from his left, kicking out with a leg that hit nothing but air as the Bug type sped past.

                His remaining Pokeball hit the ground, releasing his Croagunk. The little poison frog took a quick glance around, and pulled a foot-long wooden pipe from his bandages. "Croagunk, not now! We're in the middle of a battle!" Dan yelled, as the frog took a puff from the pipe, peering about curiously. Mienfoo was taking his time battling the Gligar, keeping a fast pace of strikes that kept the flying type off-guard. Jess didn't seem willing to help the Pokemon out, instead using her whip to keep Dan on the defensive.

                A disturbance to his right caught the frog's attention, and he leapt to avoid a quick attack from the Accelgor as it sped past. With a surprising display of control the speedy Pokemon turned and jumped after him, intending to knock the Poison type out of the air while it was an easy target. Croagunk took a large puff from the pipe, inflating the poison sacks in his cheeks as he did so. The quick jab from the Accelgor was blocked with the handle of the pipe, and Croagunk exhaled, sending a cloud of toxic purple smoke into the Bug type's face. Coughing, Jess's Pokemon dropped to the ground, losing its momentum.

                Croagunk chuckled lightly as the Accelgor attempted to get the smoke from its eyes, coughing from the Poison along the way. With a quick spin of the pipe, an another puff, he blew several large smoke-rings towards the Bug type, letting the Swagger enrage his opponent. Holding up his right hand, and waving his toxic finger in a 'come get me' motion, he Taunted the opponent into attacking.

                And attack it did. The Bug type shot across the clearing, its speed lessened by anger, confusion, and poison, and launched into a rapid series of attacks. Croagunk dodged with ease, content to let his opponent continue to injure himself from the poison and confusion, instead charging his hand with energy for a Venoshock. The opening came as Accelgor attempted another quick attack, Croagunk dodged to the side and let the Pokemon shoot past him, chasing after in Pursuit. Catching up to the Bug type at the end of its dash the frog held out its hand, Poking the exhausted enemy with a single finger. The Accelgor writhed under the Venoshock, and then collapsed in a heap.

                Content with a job well done, the Poison type flopped to the ground to enjoy a smoke break.

                "Well... That's the last of them. Are you going to come quietly now?" Dan asked, facing down an exhausted Jess.

                "Oh, I never come quietly darling. This has been fun, we should do it again sometime, although next time you should be good and just die." Jess taunted, reaching slowly to the pouch on her back. "A parting gift for you!" She yelled, throwing a handful of throwing knives towards the boy, and recalling her Pokemon. Without looking back she dropped a smoke bomb and ran for the hills.

                "Damn!" Dan grunted, seeing the glint of metal as she drew the knives. Focusing inwards he drew on his years of training, feeling a familiar energy wash over him. A soft blue light shone from him as the knives seemed to slow in the air. Twisting his body just right he managed to avoid the volley, tumbling to the floor and grimacing towards the smoke bomb. Deciding it was better to check on the others, he recalled his Pokemon and turned towards the other side of the field.

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                "Donphan! Defense curl!" Ben ordered, already pulling on thick leather gloves. "Show them your Roll Out!"

                "Crap." Atticus muttered, seeing the heavy Pokemon curl into a ball and begin revving up.

                Ventus, fly up! Harass it with Gust from a distance! Emily ordered. The Balloon Pokemon inflated and rose several feet into the air. With a spin it began generating a strong wind towards the Donphan.

                "Ignore it! Go for the trainer!" Ben ordered, grinning at Atticus's shocked expression.

                "Double-crap." The Medium flung himself out of the way of the attack, rolling painfully along the ground and staggering to his feet.

                Focus Energy! Then keep up those Gusts! The wind picked up, whipping around the clearing and making it hard to keep his footing as Atticus dodged another pass of the rampaging Pokemon. He rose to his feet, only to catch a quick punch to the face from Ben.

                "Didn't forget about me did you?" The man taunted, throwing another hook towards the younger boy's face. Atticus managed to dodge the second attack, but a quick punch to the gut sent him sprawling. "Donphan, Magnitude!"

                The spinning Pokemon bounced airborne, narrowly missing Ventus as it sped through the air and landed with a deafening crash near Atticus. The force of the impact sent the boy airborne, and he landed in a heap among a clutter of sharp and heavy rocks.

                Now! While it's stopped spinning, use Disable then Constrict! Emily ordered, frantic with worry for her friend. Ben didn't even seem to care about the Pokemon battle, focusing entirely on the human he assumed to be giving the orders. The Ghost type Pokemon floated down, wrapping it's leads around the Ground-type's enormous neck and drawing them as tight as it could. The massive Pokemon thrashed wildly, stomping the ground as its air supply was cut off.

                "Donphan, grab it and give it a Thunder Fang!" Ben ordered, annoyed by the interference. Powerful teeth began sparking as the Ground type bit down hard on Ventus.

                Ventus! Use Payback! Emily called, looking on in horror as Donphan kept up the attack. Ventus struggled valiantly, getting off three of the Dark attacks before finally fading out. The Donphan, no longer constricted, took great gulps of air, but looked no worse for wear.

                "Man, I knew I said I'd use three Pokemon for this fight, but you're just too weak." Ben taunted, hoisting the battered Medium up into the air with one arm. "You don't even know how to fight do you? At least that other idiot can hold his own against a few people." He punctuated the trash talk with several heavy blows to Atticus's chest and face, before finally throwing back down against the rocks.

                Atticus was numb. The first few hits had hurt, but after that the pain seemed to fade out, along with every other sensation. It was like being wrapped in the Reaper Cloth again, he could feel himself slipping away as more and more blows rained down on him. He tried to reach out to Ben, to grab him as the boy walked away leaving his Pokemon to finish the job, but found his arm wouldn't move right. Looking down he noticed the blood, not just along his arm, but flowing from cuts all over his body.

                He looked around. The clearing seemed darker than it should be. Not physically, it was night time after all, but there seemed to be this oppressive feeling that he could almost 'see'. It was the veil, he realized, the barrier between worlds was weaker here, where so many had been murdered. He could feel it, drawing him in as his life slowly left his body, numbing his feelings, his emotions, even his thoughts.

                Something moved in the darkness. He couldn't run this time, couldn't throw off the cloak and flee from the living terror. He couldn't even scream as something foreign entered him, filling the emptiness with something unnatural. Slowly, as if uncertain, he rose to his feet.

                "Heh, you're tougher than you look. Maybe I should kill you myself after all." Ben said, turning to face him. He paused, taking in the rather haggard looking appearance of the Medium. He looked nearly dead, covered in cuts and bruises, dripping blood upon the ground in large quantities. What disturbed him, was the eyes. They weren't the eyes of a normal person, so bright and full of life and innocence. They weren't even the eyes of those jaded men who'd seen countless deaths in their lives. The eyes were dead, as if every reason for living had vacated the husk that stood before him.

                "To the sorrow of all..." Atticus whispered, gazing over at Ben and his Donphan.

                Atticus? What's going on? You feel... weird...

                "Donphan! Crush him!" Ben ordered, unsettled by the sudden surge of wrongness that flooded the clearing. The Pokemon didn't even hesitate, charging head long at Atticus. The boy seemed to shimmer, stepping to the side and holding out a hand as the Pokemon shot past. The Donphan gave a pained cry and collapsed to the ground, and Ben noticed the sickly grey glow about Atticus's hand. "Shadow Claw?"

                " Lombre, Escavelier! Get him!" Ben yelled, recalling his injured Pokemon.

                Nox, Hexxen, Bozu! Go help Atticus! Emily ordered, disturbed by the sudden change in her friend's behavior.

                "Can you see it? The veil is weakened here, by so much death. Can you see them?" Atticus asked, ignoring the appearance of the Pokemon. He couldn't see them. No... That wasn't right. He didn't care. He could see and feel and hear everything, he just refused to acknowledge those senses. Was this what Ghosts felt like? To care so little for the world of the living?

                "What are you talking about? See what?" Ben yelled, reaching down for the knife on his belt.

                "They can see you. They're calling to you, calling your name. Can you hear them? They won't rest. They refuse to rest. They refuse to rest."

                "Shut up!" Ben yelled, swinging with the knife. Atticus leaned backwards, showing no sign of even understanding the danger the sharp metal weapon posed. The blade dragged across his cheek, drawing blood. He didn't feel the pain. It simply wasn't acknowledged. A dangerous habit for someone who wanted to survive, but at the moment self-preservation instincts were also ignored. He'd gone past merely having a foot in the grave, and was losing parts of what defined 'life' as time went on.

                "Pain split." Atticus murmured, distantly aware of some of his injuries becoming less severe. Ben staggered backwards from the sudden burst of pain, phantom punches, kicks, and cuts lashing out at him. Atticus bent down, plucking a knife from the grass. "The spirit world is made of the abstract. Those who reside within it are made simply of concepts, ideas given shape. I am reflection."

                Drawing the knife high into the air, Atticus drove it down into his left arm, giving no visible reaction to the pain. Ben cried out in pain, grabbing his arm in the same place. "I am all that you are, laid bare before you." Again he stabbed, this time the right leg, and Ben stumbled to the ground. "I am your actions, returned by those who you wronged."

                Ben's Pokemon glanced over at their trainer, unsure of how to react to his sudden injuries. Around them the trio of Ghosts floated, keeping them back from the Medium. "Thirty six spirits watch you. Thirty six voices cry out unheard because you silenced them. They can't hurt you, but they can hurt me. Let's suffer together."

                To those looking on it made no sense. A wound would appear on both boys in the same place, bleeding a sickly grey on Atticus, but true vibrant blood from Ben. The Medium remained stoic with each attack, while Ben cried out in agony. It picked up speed, more and more injuries accumulating by the second until the thirty-sixth wound left the man screaming on the ground. Undaunted, Atticus raised the knife a final time.

                "Come. Let's face oblivion together." He called, holding the blade directly over his heart. Emily had seen enough, and swooped down in front of him, grasping towards his hands. To her surprise she made contact, halting the blade's advance a mere inch from his chest.

                That's enough. Emily whispered, straining to hold the blade back. Atticus gazed through her, ignoring her presence entirely. He was far gone, so far through the veil that he was more dead than alive. Atticus that's enough! She cried, tugging the knife futilely. Behind her she knew her Pokemon were battling, and likely losing against Ben's stronger team. She'd given orders when Atticus had begun to act strange, Bozu would lead with Will-O-Wisp, Nox would curse both enemies, and Hexen would use Hex as much as possible. Still, her faith was thin that they'd succeed.

                Atticus, please... Please come back to me. It's not your time yet. We still have so much to do... You still have so much to do. I know how it feels. I know how tired you get. How hard it is to care about anything at all, how much you just want to go to sleep and forget it all. But you can hold on, just like I did. You just need to focus on that one thing you can never stop caring about. Find that one point of light in the darkness and hold on to it.

                The sounds of battle continued, Atticus still stared through Emily at Ben, who lay bleeding on the floor. He didn't blink, not feeling his eyes dry out. He didn't breath properly, not hearing his body cry out of oxygen. He only pressed with all of his strength to drive the knife into his own heart, and take the wretched soul before him into the afterlife. Emily's words were heard, filed away in the same unused section of his mind like the constant pulses of pain and exhaustion. He didn't care, she was dead, she'd meet him on the other side.

                But she couldn't, could she? She couldn't rest in peace until her dreams were fulfilled. Dreams involving him. The spirits around him roared, clawing and tearing futilely at Ben's body as he drifted ever closer into their grasps. He would die soon, on his own. He didn't need to go with him, there was already an abundance of spirits to drag him away.

                Emily's grip failed her. Her intangible body was beginning to pass through her friend once more. He was coming back from the brink, but at the same time she could no longer protect him from his own self-destructive impulses. A purple shape joined her in holding his arms, a Haunter grasping the Medium with its new detachable hands. Her Pokemon must have won the fight, and Nox must have evolved. Emily had never felt so proud.

                Bozu flew over next, striking Atticus's hands repeatedly with Knock Off to weaken his grip. Slowly the arms gave way, the Medium gradually returning to his senses and the land of the living. The knife dropped to the grass from his now-broken hand, and pain flooded his mind. He gasped, taking in precious air, and coughed as his lungs burned. The ground beckoned, and he toppled forward, spared yet another injury when someone caught the back of his shirt.

                "Whoa there cutie, you're looking all kinds of roughed up." A familiar voice rang out. "The heck happened in your fight?"

                "Spirit wounds." He muttered, lacking the strength to stand on his own. He felt himself placed gently on the ground. "All the pain, none of the death."

                "And your arm and leg? And hand?" Dan asked, looking the boy over. "Those don't look fake."

                "Those are real... Long story."

                "Right, well. I think Ben is dead. His Pokemon don't seem to care, but I'm sure the cops will. What say we get the heck out of dodge?"

                "Route 15. Miko... Waiting." Atticus managed to mutter, the last of his energy leaving him. He fell into a fitful slumber, his mind lost in a feverish haze of pain.

                Shrugging, Dan tossed the boy up over his shoulder and took off at a run towards the edge of town. Emily followed unseen, filled with worry over her oldest friend. She'd witnessed the spirits in that clearing striking the boy, and not a single wound looked less than lethal.

                As he approached the border to route 15 a young girl ran out to meet him. She was pale skinned and dark haired, a traditional beauty that wouldn't be out of place in a formal kimono among royalty. She was dressed in a loose white shirt and blue Capri pants for travelling, and looking anxious.

                "Hey, you're the one Atticus was helping out right?" Dan asked, casting a wary glance at the girl.

                "Oh um... Yes, he helped me rescue my Kirlia... There's something seriously wrong with him." She noted with concern, moving closer to the unconscious boy. "There's always been something weird about his emotions, but right now it's much much worse."

                "Emotions? Are you a Psychic? He said something about 'Spirit wounds'." Dan said, scratching his head. This kind of supernatural stuff always confused him. "I've got some Potions I can use on some of his wounds, that should at least stop the bleeding."

                "Do they even work on Humans?" Miko asked, skeptically.

                "Sure, I've been using them my whole life. They aren't as effective, but berries and Potions are better than bandages and time, especially when you have plenty of the former and none of the latter." Dan shrugged. "I've broken my hands enough to know how to fix them, but I'll need time and space to work. The rest of it... I don't know near enough about Ghosts to know what the heck kind of trick he pulled."

                "I'm not sure what we can do about it, but he needs to rest." Miko said. "Selene does as well, she hasn't been awake much, but from what I can tell she's been beaten and starved off and on for the past few months."

                "Right, well... I really don't think we'd be popular in White Forest right now. Nimbasa City is a good ways away from here though." Dan suggested.

                "I've heard rumors of an abandoned house in the hills of route 15. It's a long shot but that's our best hope. If we can't find it, we'll have to make camp." Miko said, placing the Kirlia onto her back gently. "Try to keep an eye on his condition, if it worsens we'll stop for the night."
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Ghost-Trainer	By : Almister Category: Pokemon > General Views: 3126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, I make no money from this story.

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