The Hacker [Pokemon Fanfiction]

The Hacker: Chapter 6

(fan art in media by WingSei)

I wiped way the sweat that gathered on my brow, my dark hair beginning to clot into groups as I breathed heavily. My hands were trembling as I held the red and capsule in my warm hand. I was currently rested up against a wall leading to the champion's chambers. I have had four straight battles of immense difficulty with no nurse in sight to tend to my team's wounds. Even though all I did was stand there and direct them, I had to come up with on-the-spot strategies and every time my team was attacked, I felt the pain they did.

Every battle I shook from the nerves I was bundling up.

If I lost a battle, it was all over. I would have to restart. That would have been horrific.

Re-fighting gyms were tough enough... Dear G--- Arceus I can only remember the feeling of how much I wanted my laptop then. Hacking to level 100 would have so much simpler.

Now, this is the last battle. The pressure was on, and my team was pretty taxed. The thoughts of having to restart snuck into my mind, causing me to bite my lip at the thought of losing here of all places.

The small pokeball on my waist trembled at the very slightest amount. I glanced down at the pokemon sitting in the five other capsules, all of them covered in scratches and bruises forming here and there. I gnawed at my plump lower lip before looking towards the door I waited in front of.

It was a grand pair of golden doors with metallic ornate trimming around it, the handles were maize Seadra statuettes with their snouts pressing into the door. Their curling tails looked as if they were going to push off their spots any moment. Inscribed at the plate above the doors read: "Champion's Chamber"

Looking back at the pokeball that rested in my hand, my wrist ached with an overcoming soreness. The ivy and plum V stuck to the rosy half began to curl at the corners, wearing away on the edges. Slowly, I lifted my arm that held the pokeball carefully and let the pokemon out.

Venusaur sprouted out in a glare of brutal white light, her French rose petals drooped with exhaustion with a rip running up here or there. Beneath her crimson eyes were dark circles, hinting at how tired she was. A smile yet came to her drooping face as her eyes fixated themselves on me, "Sauuur..." She moaned an attempted greeting. With a great step of her right leg, she teetered towards me. But her tree-trunk teal legs buckled underneath the starter's weight. Dark violet bruises forming at the knee. Her eyes cringed in pain and her voice cracked as she croaked.

I immediately ran over to her, despite my weariness, Venusaur's exhaustion was like a towering mountain above me, the shadow of her strength striking fear into my heart. My arms grappled around her side in any assistance to keep her up. My tennis shoes slipped and slid against the smooth steel flooring that glistened an occasional blue.

At some point, the both of us just collapsed, breathing like a pair of runners after a marathon. A small smirk tugged at my lips before I burst into laughter. I had to admit, our little scene there was amusing. The palms of my hands clasped around my face as I continued giggling. Venasaur, laughing in her own away, brushed her nose into my hair and tilted my hat off center.

It was funny. I started out hating my starter I received in this world. Now I am scrambling on my last leg to keep her standing.

"What's with all the giggles?" a voice said. I swung my head round, moist chocolate locks smacking to the partner I lied against. Blue was looming in the golden gateway, his arm pressed against a single open door as he smirked down at me. His ginger hair flipping into his caramel eyes that seemed endless for a brief moment. His black collared shirt seemed somewhat looser than usual, part of his right shoulder proudly bearing his peach skin. The glittering lights from the room he towered in front of lit up his figure and pushed past to brighten me with its illumination.