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Kapitel 12: Chapter 12: Shadows in the Pokémon Center

The Pokémon Center buzzed with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, casting a faint glow that felt far too calm for the storm inside me. I leaned back in the hard plastic chair, arms crossed, eyes locked on the clock. Its hands ticked slow. Agonizingly slow. The soft, rhythmic beeping from Pikachu's heart monitor filled the room, an ever-present reminder of what hung in the balance.

Misty sat a few feet away, curled up in her chair, my red jacket draped over her small frame. Her breathing was slow, even—she was out cold. Good. At least one of us could rest. She needed it after the mess we barely crawled out of earlier today.

I, on the other hand, couldn't shake the gnawing restlessness creeping up my spine. I had to do something. Anything. I glanced at Ash slumped over the side of Pikachu's stretcher, face buried in his arms, exhaustion seeping from him. He was out too, but he'd snap awake the second that Pikachu stirred.

"It's about time," I muttered under my breath, pushing myself to my feet. The chair creaked against the tile floor, loud in the otherwise quiet room. Too loud.

I strode toward the vending machine near the back, fishing out a few Pokédollars from my sling bag. The soft clink of coins echoed as they disappeared into the slot, and the clatter of the soda can dropping felt louder than it should've been. I cracked it open, taking a slow sip, my eyes drifting back to the stretcher.

Ash didn't move. Pikachu's chest barely rose, still weak, still struggling.

Damn it.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Not with the cheats I had. Not with everything I'd planned. I had a game-breaking advantage, and still, the world was throwing punches. My grip tightened around the can until it crumpled slightly under the pressure.

A rustling sound came from the treatment room, drawing my attention. I straightened as Chansey waddled out, her pink figure bathed in the dim light. She carried a tray, balancing two Pokéballs with a steady grace that didn't match her round form. Without a word, I met her halfway.

"Thanks, Chansey," I said, keeping my voice low. I gave her a quick pat on the head as she beamed, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink.

"Chansey! Chansey!" She spun around, waddling back through the door with the same soft steps she came in with.

I clenched the Pokéballs tight, feeling the familiar surge of control coursing through my fingertips. I turned slightly, making sure no one was paying attention. Misty stirred, pulling the jacket tighter around her, but she didn't wake. Ash still hadn't moved. Then i release both pokemon from their pokeball.

With a flick of my wrist, a holographic display flickered into existence, hovering just in front of me, visible only to my eyes. I didn't waste time. My fingers swiped through the stats—Bulbasaur's stats.

"Growth… Leech Seed," I murmured, eyes narrowing as I pinpointed the upgrades. They'd be useful, and right now, we needed every edge we could get. I tapped the screen, and a faint glow surrounded Bulbasaur's , pulsing as the new moves registered.

"Bulba! Bulba!" came the familiar cry from the Bulbasaur, vibrating with new energy.

A smirk tugged at my lips. "Good. You'll need them soon."

Pidgey fluttered its wings nervously from its perch on the bench beside me, watching the interaction with curious eyes. I met its gaze, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't worry, Pidgey. Your turn's next." The display shifted, focusing on Pidgey's stats. Gust was already highlighted. A simple tap, and the energy transfer was complete. Pidgey shuddered as the new power surged through it, ruffling its feathers in a way that almost looked like excitement.

"There we go," I muttered, the smirk still playing on my face. "Gust in your arsenal now."

Pidgey let out a soft chirp, hopping closer to me, wings twitching as if testing the newfound strength.

"Come on," I said, patting my shoulder. "Perch up."

Pidgey hesitated for a moment, then with a soft flap, it landed on my shoulder, its tiny claws gripping my shirt but light enough that it barely registered. I reached up, brushing my fingers through my thick, black hair, the weight of the bird almost comforting. It was like having a silent partner in this madness, even if Pidgey didn't fully understand it all yet.

I reached into my bag for some food, but my fingers met nothing but empty space. A frown tugged at the corners of my mouth.

"Great," I muttered. "I'm out."

Bulbasaur wobbled slightly on the bench, and I glanced down at it, then at Pidgey, who chirped expectantly. Both of them were waiting for the same thing.

"You guys hungry?" I asked.

Bulbasaur nodded in response, and Pidgey let out another soft chirp. Perfect.

"Figures." I sighed, slumping back into the chair. "I'll deal with it later."

I shut my eyes for a moment, leaning back, Pidgey's soft feathers brushing against my cheek as it settled into place. The faint hum of the Pokémon Center filled the air, but my mind refused to quiet. There were battles ahead, battles I couldn't afford to lose. But even more than that, there were plans—plans that stretched beyond the Pokémon world, reaching into something bigger. Something darker.

I wasn't here to just win some badges or become some top-tier trainer. No. This was about power. Real power. And Pikachu's condition? That was just a setback. A setback I'd crush once I had the right moves in play.

My breathing slowed, but my mind didn't. Even in the stillness, the planning never stopped. The path to the top wasn't easy, and I'd already learned that this world liked to throw curveballs when you least expected them.

The soft click of a door opening shattered the quiet. My eyes snapped open, body tense as I scanned the room. Misty was still asleep. Ash hadn't stirred. But the footsteps approaching were slow, deliberate, echoing against the cold tiles with each measured step.

I didn't move. Not yet. My fingers brushed the Pokéballs at my side, hovering just above the release switch. My senses flared, calculating every possibility. Friend or foe?

The footsteps stopped behind me, just out of sight. My pulse quickened, but I kept my breathing steady. Pidgey shifted nervously on my shoulder, but didn't make a sound.

I could feel the presence—whoever it was, watching me. Waiting.

Slowly, carefully, I turned my head, eyes locking onto the figure standing in the shadowed corner. Sharp eyes gleamed back at me, filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

The battle wasn't over. It hadn't even begun yet.


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Kapitel 13: Chapter 13: Smoke and Chaos

The air inside the Pokémon Center felt thick with the tension. I sat in the corner, eyes flicking over the dim room, my back against the cold wall, and the faint hum of the healing machines filling the silence. Bulbasaur sat at my feet, its eyes half-closed but alert. Pidgey, perched on my shoulder, shifted its weight, talons pricking through my jacket. I winced but didn't move. Something was wrong. I felt it in my bones, the same instinct that had kept me alive in my previous life. 

The door to the Center creaked open just slightly, and I caught the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps. My muscles tensed, but I kept my breathing measured, controlled. Don't give anything away. 

Behind me, Misty snored softly, oblivious. My red jacket was draped over her shoulders, her mouth slightly open. Ash lay nearby, curled on the floor next to Pikachu, both of them knocked out after a long day of travel and battles. 

I wasn't going to wake them. Not yet.

The steps got closer, each one deliberate, as though the person knew I was already on edge. My hand twitched, fingers brushing against a Poké Ball in my sling bag. Bulbasaur's vine twitched subtly, sensing the shift in atmosphere. I swallowed hard, eyes narrowing as I finally spoke, my voice low but cutting through the stillness. 

"Who are you?"

Silence.

I leaned forward, scanning the shadows, trying to spot the source of the footsteps. The figure stood just out of reach of the light, eyes gleaming in the dark, watching. Waiting.

"Attention, citizens of Viridian City—an unidentified aircraft has been detected in the vicinity. Please remain indoors and alert!" Officer Jenny's voice crackled over the loudspeakers outside. 

My pulse quickened. This wasn't just a bad feeling anymore—it was real, and whatever was coming wasn't small.

The roof above me exploded in a shower of debris. Instinct took over, and I threw myself over Misty's unconscious body, shielding her from the falling rubble. Two Poké Balls hit the ground with heavy thuds, the impact sending a shiver through the floor. Koffing and Ekans emerged from the broken ceiling, their smirks twisted in the flickering light. Koffing released a thick cloud of SmokeScreen without hesitation, the room swallowed in a suffocating black fog.

"Pidgey! Gust!" I snapped, the command rolling off my tongue before I even realized it. Pidgey flapped its wings furiously, the smoke swirling into a cyclone. Slowly, the air cleared, and I stood, pushing Misty back into her chair. My eyes darted around the room, searching for that shadowy figure. Gone. Of course. 

A heavy thud sounded above us, followed by a familiar voice, dripping with arrogance.

"To protect the world from devastation…"

Oh, no.

"To unite all peoples within our nation…"

Team Rocket dropped through the hole in the ceiling, Jessie and James landing with theatrical flair, their stupid grins plastered on their faces. Meowth leapt down last, landing lightly on its feet, tail twitching.

I didn't move. Didn't flinch. 

Jessie took a step forward, raising her chin smugly. "Give up now, little boy, and we might not have to make you cry."

I tilted my head, my eyes locking on Meowth. I ignored the rest of Team Rocket completely. "Hey, Meowth," I said casually, the hint of a smile tugging at my lips. "You a wild Pokémon?"

Jessie froze mid-pose. James blinked, confusion washing over his face. 

"Can I buy you?"

The silence was deafening. Even the Koffing seemed taken aback. Jessie's sneer faltered, and James's jaw dropped. But Meowth… Meowth's fur bristled, tail flicking with irritation.

"I ain't for sale!" Meowth spat, his eyes narrowing. "I don't belong to nobody, especially not some brat like you!"

I raised my hands in mock surrender, that smirk of mine deepening. "Fair enough," I said. "Thought I'd ask."

Misty stirred behind me, her eyes fluttering open. She took in the scene, her mouth hanging open for a moment before she cursed under her breath. "What the—?"

Ash groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Pikachu's cheeks sparked with electricity as it noticed the intruders, its tiny body vibrating with anticipation. 

"Great, more trouble," Misty muttered, climbing to her feet, her gaze shifting to me, then the wreckage.

Jessie wasn't amused. Her sneer returned, cold and cutting. "If you won't surrender, we'll have to make you!" She jabbed a finger forward, her voice ringing with condescension. "Koffing, use Smog!"

A thick, poisonous cloud billowed out, darker and thicker than before. I coughed, covering my mouth with my sleeve. "Bulbasaur, Vine Whip!"

Bulbasaur's vines lashed out, slicing through the smog, smacking Koffing back before it could react. 

"Pidgey, Gust!" I shouted again, and Pidgey was ready, the wind tearing through the smoke, leaving the room clear once more.

Jessie and James weren't grinning anymore. Their faces had twisted into something closer to panic.

"This kid's no joke!" James hissed, looking around for a way out.

"No way you're leaving now," I growled, stepping forward. "We're not done." My fists clenched, ready to end this.


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