Pokemon Fan Fiction
The Secret of Alph
By: Gema J. Gall
Disclaimer: Not mine.....
A man clicked off the TV with the remote before rising out of his big
leather chair. The TV froze on the tape's last images; Articuno,
Zapdos, and Moltres flying over Shimute Island. The tape was a
recording of the news that had covered that global incident. The
incident had nearly meant a global flood and had caused all pokemon to
migrate to that island, if they could. Only a boy from nowhere had
stopped calamity from happening. But the man wasn't interested in
that. He had religiously watched that tape, studying the legendary
birds.
After much consideration and careful planning the man felt ready to
carry out his plans. He ran his fingers through his thinning green
hair, then cracked his knuckles. The plan had to work. He walked
through his large mansion. He was alone there, no one ever bothered
him.
He took a detour to walk through his private zoo. He passed the glass
enclosure containing a Porygon2. The creature retreated into the
shadows as he approached. The man smiled. Across from the Porygon2 a
Farfetch'd was sleeping in its cage.
"Such wonderful creatures. Such rare treasures," thought the man,
"But I want more. Only the rarest will complete my collection. And I
intended to get the rarest." He exited his zoo and went into the
library.
The walls of the library were lined with ancient pictures of pokemon
that most believed to exist in fairy tales; Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres,
Celebi, Suicune, Ho-Oh, even Mew as well as many others.
"They said you did not exist," the man said to the pictures, "But we
now know that you do. The legendary birds and even Entei have been
filmed within the last year. It won't be hard to find where the rest
of you are hiding. And then you will be mine." He grinned.
"Computer; analysis on the strategies to capture the legendary birds."
"Analyzing," a computer voice said, "These pokemon can escape easily
because they can fly. They know the islands and haven't been sighted
since. They are incredibly powerful. Recommended that you find them
when they sleep, or find a way to ground them. Strike fast before
they can react."
"Sounds good," said the man who was in deep thought, "I might just
pull this off." He walked out of the room.
The next day he was on his private boat, heading to the Orange League.
The boat was armed with electric, fire, and hydro weapons. It also
contained the man's helicopter. There was space in the cargo hold to
hide something big. He peered in a scope and spotted Fire Island.
"First stop," the man. He put the boat on automatic and went below
deck to get his supplies. He emerged with two large blue cloth bags.
He slipped the boat into a secluded bay and stepped ashore.
He examined the area. He finally decided on a bare place on the
beach. He opened one bag and pulled out a thick mess of metallic
netting. This he laid on the ground before reaching farther into the
bag. He pulled out a two foot metal box.
"Now to set the trap," he muttered. He buried the net, after
connecting it to the metal box. Then he surveyed the area. Nothing
appeared to be out of place.
"Now all that is left is to find my prize," he said to himself, "But
why go to it when it can come to me." He walked about fifty feet from
the net and opened the second bag. After fastening the various pieces
together it looked like a distorted bazooka. He hefted it on his
shoulders and aimed in the air. BOOM! The weapon fires and a large
stream of ice particles burst out. Several caught the sun to make a
dazzling rainbow, but in the tropical heat it quickly melted. BOOM!
The man fired the weapon again.
"With any luck Moltres will appear to defend its territory," thought
the man greedily scanning the skies. It was silent.
"SSKKKKKRRRREEEEE!" the man heard. A second later he saw the
legendary bird of fire swooping towards him.
"Yes!" he exclaimed and fired the weapon again. BOOM! Moltres easily
dodged the attack, but its own attack was thrown off. Moltres circled
and came in again.
FOOOSH! Flames completely engulfed a nearby bush. The man dove to
the ground, and was barely singed. He struggled to his feet as
Moltres' shadow covered him. He instinctively dodged the Fire Spin
that had been launched at him. It blackened the sands of the beach.
BOOM! He fired again, but Moltres easily evaded this attack.
Moltres flapped its wings, sending Embers raining to the ground. It
gained altitude and prepared for a Sky Attack. The man raised the
weapon and fired. BOOM! A misty haze
clung to the branches of a tree, but Moltres was too high.
"TTTEEEAARRR!" cried Moltres as it came in for a Sky Attack. The man
dove for the protection of the trees as Moltres dove, its wicked
talons outstretched. The trees stopped the Sky Attack for being
successful, but Moltres followed it with a Flame Thrower. The bay,
brush, and even the collector were illuminated with the infrared heat
that was produced. Moltres again began to circle in the sky, looking
for its target.
It found its target and launched a Flame Thrower. The man bushed his
back against the tree and the attack missed, for the most part. A few
stray Embers caused blisters to rise on his skin which had turned
bright red, but the man chose to ignore the pain. He raised his
weapon and prepared to fire.
"Further right," muttered the man as Moltres streaked across the sky.
BOOM! Moltres got hit in the left wing. It struggled to gain more
altitude, then launched a Flame Thrower. It scorched a tree, but
completely missed its target.
"Good! I like it when they play hard," chuckled the man. Moltres's
flight was slightly erratic now, it was obvious the wing was really
hurting, but it refused to retreat. It skimmed the tree line and used
Agility until it became a red flash.
"Magnificent," muttered the man as he futilely tried to aim his
weapon. Moltres circled over the ocean and came into the beach. It
sent Embers at the man by flapping its wings. This action had an
added effect. It stirred the sand on the beach, creating a Sandstorm.
Trying to shield his face and hold his weapon, the man lost sight of
the bird of fire. Moltres climbed high in the sky. Looking down it
could see its attacker had left the safety of the trees. Moltres
prepared itself for a Sky Attack.
The man shook free of the Sandstorm and saw the bright flame as
Moltres went higher into the atmosphere. He aimed his weapon and
fired. BOOM! The icy pulse dissipated before it came close to the
flame pokemon.
Moltres responded with a Flame Thrower, but it was to high. The
attack faded into an intense breeze as it hit the tree line. But this
did block the man's sight of his target and Moltres prepared itself
for its Sky Attack.
"AAARRRKKK!" cried Moltres as it banked into a steep dive. The man
threw himself to the right, hoping to lure Moltres to his trap. The
bird of fire swept by, missing its target. A branch fell to the
ground as Moltres took to the skies again. The man could see the
branch was smoldering. BOOM! He fired as he got back to his feet.
"You have to be tired by now," he muttered, "It won't be long." That
icy pulse hit Moltres in its beautiful flame tail. Moltres was forced
to turn almost ninety degrees to the right. It was mad at being shot
at and hunt. Moltres' Rage attack was building.
"TTTTEEEEEERRRRR!" Moltres cried in anger as it faced its opponent to
launch a Fire Spin. Its flight was off because off its injured tail
and wing. It circled right, close to the ground to finish the battle.
"Yes!" cried the man as the net sprung open. Moltres was caught in
mid-air. Its wings folded and it hit the earth hard.
"AAARRRCCCCC!" it cried as it tried to free itself. A wave of fire
was launched, but it did no good. The metal proved to be highly
resistant to fire.
"I don't think so Moltres," gloated the man, "You are mine." The man
approached his prisoner. As if sensing his evil, Moltres doubled its
efforts to escape. The man chuckled and pushed a button on the box.
Electricity was sent throughout the metal net.
"AAARRRIIIII!" cried Moltres in pain. It flailed, trying desperately
to free itself.
"Poor Moltres, are you weak against electricity?" taunted the man.
Moltres snapped at him, then attempted to use Flame Thrower, but the
pain it was in prevented it from succeeding. The machine didn't quit
and at last Moltres collapsed from pain and exhaustion.
Then man smiled evilly and went back to his ship. A large crane came
out of the hold and Moltres was lifted into the belly of the ship.
There the man put Moltres into a glass cage and repacked his weapons
into the two blue bags.
"One down. Now for number two," said the man as he walked to the
helm. "Set a course
for Ice Island. Articuno is next."
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The Secret of Alph
By: Gema J. Gall
Disclaimer: Not mine.....
A man clicked off the TV with the remote before rising out of his big
leather chair. The TV froze on the tape's last images; Articuno,
Zapdos, and Moltres flying over Shimute Island. The tape was a
recording of the news that had covered that global incident. The
incident had nearly meant a global flood and had caused all pokemon to
migrate to that island, if they could. Only a boy from nowhere had
stopped calamity from happening. But the man wasn't interested in
that. He had religiously watched that tape, studying the legendary
birds.
After much consideration and careful planning the man felt ready to
carry out his plans. He ran his fingers through his thinning green
hair, then cracked his knuckles. The plan had to work. He walked
through his large mansion. He was alone there, no one ever bothered
him.
He took a detour to walk through his private zoo. He passed the glass
enclosure containing a Porygon2. The creature retreated into the
shadows as he approached. The man smiled. Across from the Porygon2 a
Farfetch'd was sleeping in its cage.
"Such wonderful creatures. Such rare treasures," thought the man,
"But I want more. Only the rarest will complete my collection. And I
intended to get the rarest." He exited his zoo and went into the
library.
The walls of the library were lined with ancient pictures of pokemon
that most believed to exist in fairy tales; Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres,
Celebi, Suicune, Ho-Oh, even Mew as well as many others.
"They said you did not exist," the man said to the pictures, "But we
now know that you do. The legendary birds and even Entei have been
filmed within the last year. It won't be hard to find where the rest
of you are hiding. And then you will be mine." He grinned.
"Computer; analysis on the strategies to capture the legendary birds."
"Analyzing," a computer voice said, "These pokemon can escape easily
because they can fly. They know the islands and haven't been sighted
since. They are incredibly powerful. Recommended that you find them
when they sleep, or find a way to ground them. Strike fast before
they can react."
"Sounds good," said the man who was in deep thought, "I might just
pull this off." He walked out of the room.
The next day he was on his private boat, heading to the Orange League.
The boat was armed with electric, fire, and hydro weapons. It also
contained the man's helicopter. There was space in the cargo hold to
hide something big. He peered in a scope and spotted Fire Island.
"First stop," the man. He put the boat on automatic and went below
deck to get his supplies. He emerged with two large blue cloth bags.
He slipped the boat into a secluded bay and stepped ashore.
He examined the area. He finally decided on a bare place on the
beach. He opened one bag and pulled out a thick mess of metallic
netting. This he laid on the ground before reaching farther into the
bag. He pulled out a two foot metal box.
"Now to set the trap," he muttered. He buried the net, after
connecting it to the metal box. Then he surveyed the area. Nothing
appeared to be out of place.
"Now all that is left is to find my prize," he said to himself, "But
why go to it when it can come to me." He walked about fifty feet from
the net and opened the second bag. After fastening the various pieces
together it looked like a distorted bazooka. He hefted it on his
shoulders and aimed in the air. BOOM! The weapon fires and a large
stream of ice particles burst out. Several caught the sun to make a
dazzling rainbow, but in the tropical heat it quickly melted. BOOM!
The man fired the weapon again.
"With any luck Moltres will appear to defend its territory," thought
the man greedily scanning the skies. It was silent.
"SSKKKKKRRRREEEEE!" the man heard. A second later he saw the
legendary bird of fire swooping towards him.
"Yes!" he exclaimed and fired the weapon again. BOOM! Moltres easily
dodged the attack, but its own attack was thrown off. Moltres circled
and came in again.
FOOOSH! Flames completely engulfed a nearby bush. The man dove to
the ground, and was barely singed. He struggled to his feet as
Moltres' shadow covered him. He instinctively dodged the Fire Spin
that had been launched at him. It blackened the sands of the beach.
BOOM! He fired again, but Moltres easily evaded this attack.
Moltres flapped its wings, sending Embers raining to the ground. It
gained altitude and prepared for a Sky Attack. The man raised the
weapon and fired. BOOM! A misty haze
clung to the branches of a tree, but Moltres was too high.
"TTTEEEAARRR!" cried Moltres as it came in for a Sky Attack. The man
dove for the protection of the trees as Moltres dove, its wicked
talons outstretched. The trees stopped the Sky Attack for being
successful, but Moltres followed it with a Flame Thrower. The bay,
brush, and even the collector were illuminated with the infrared heat
that was produced. Moltres again began to circle in the sky, looking
for its target.
It found its target and launched a Flame Thrower. The man bushed his
back against the tree and the attack missed, for the most part. A few
stray Embers caused blisters to rise on his skin which had turned
bright red, but the man chose to ignore the pain. He raised his
weapon and prepared to fire.
"Further right," muttered the man as Moltres streaked across the sky.
BOOM! Moltres got hit in the left wing. It struggled to gain more
altitude, then launched a Flame Thrower. It scorched a tree, but
completely missed its target.
"Good! I like it when they play hard," chuckled the man. Moltres's
flight was slightly erratic now, it was obvious the wing was really
hurting, but it refused to retreat. It skimmed the tree line and used
Agility until it became a red flash.
"Magnificent," muttered the man as he futilely tried to aim his
weapon. Moltres circled over the ocean and came into the beach. It
sent Embers at the man by flapping its wings. This action had an
added effect. It stirred the sand on the beach, creating a Sandstorm.
Trying to shield his face and hold his weapon, the man lost sight of
the bird of fire. Moltres climbed high in the sky. Looking down it
could see its attacker had left the safety of the trees. Moltres
prepared itself for a Sky Attack.
The man shook free of the Sandstorm and saw the bright flame as
Moltres went higher into the atmosphere. He aimed his weapon and
fired. BOOM! The icy pulse dissipated before it came close to the
flame pokemon.
Moltres responded with a Flame Thrower, but it was to high. The
attack faded into an intense breeze as it hit the tree line. But this
did block the man's sight of his target and Moltres prepared itself
for its Sky Attack.
"AAARRRKKK!" cried Moltres as it banked into a steep dive. The man
threw himself to the right, hoping to lure Moltres to his trap. The
bird of fire swept by, missing its target. A branch fell to the
ground as Moltres took to the skies again. The man could see the
branch was smoldering. BOOM! He fired as he got back to his feet.
"You have to be tired by now," he muttered, "It won't be long." That
icy pulse hit Moltres in its beautiful flame tail. Moltres was forced
to turn almost ninety degrees to the right. It was mad at being shot
at and hunt. Moltres' Rage attack was building.
"TTTTEEEEEERRRRR!" Moltres cried in anger as it faced its opponent to
launch a Fire Spin. Its flight was off because off its injured tail
and wing. It circled right, close to the ground to finish the battle.
"Yes!" cried the man as the net sprung open. Moltres was caught in
mid-air. Its wings folded and it hit the earth hard.
"AAARRRCCCCC!" it cried as it tried to free itself. A wave of fire
was launched, but it did no good. The metal proved to be highly
resistant to fire.
"I don't think so Moltres," gloated the man, "You are mine." The man
approached his prisoner. As if sensing his evil, Moltres doubled its
efforts to escape. The man chuckled and pushed a button on the box.
Electricity was sent throughout the metal net.
"AAARRRIIIII!" cried Moltres in pain. It flailed, trying desperately
to free itself.
"Poor Moltres, are you weak against electricity?" taunted the man.
Moltres snapped at him, then attempted to use Flame Thrower, but the
pain it was in prevented it from succeeding. The machine didn't quit
and at last Moltres collapsed from pain and exhaustion.
Then man smiled evilly and went back to his ship. A large crane came
out of the hold and Moltres was lifted into the belly of the ship.
There the man put Moltres into a glass cage and repacked his weapons
into the two blue bags.
"One down. Now for number two," said the man as he walked to the
helm. "Set a course
for Ice Island. Articuno is next."
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