Chapitre 10: Chapter 10: Smoke and Shadows
Dusk drapes over Viridian City like a worn blanket, the sky deepening into a bruised purple. Shadows stretch long and thin across the deserted square, the normally bustling city silenced by an ominous tension. Towering buildings loom over empty streets, their windows reflecting the last vestiges of daylight. The Pokémon Center, a beacon of light in the darkening city, glows warmly against the encroaching night. But inside, the warmth is deceiving, as the air hangs thick with anxious anticipation.
Blaze Ketchum paces near the wide glass windows, his sharp amber eyes flicking between the entrance and the darkening sky. The city, normally alive with trainers and Pokémon, feels eerily quiet tonight. His thoughts are interrupted by a sudden static crackle from the loudspeakers outside.
"Attention, everyone!" Officer Jenny's authoritative voice cuts through the silence, echoing through the empty streets. "We've detected an unidentified aircraft approaching Viridian City. Please stay indoors and remain alert."
Blaze stiffens, his hand instinctively moving to his belt, where the familiar weight of his Poké Balls offers a semblance of comfort. His mind races, already strategizing. This could be nothing—or it could be a threat. And in the world of Pokémon, threats are never to be underestimated.
The heavy glass doors of the Pokémon Center hiss open, and Ash, his younger brother, bursts into the room, wide-eyed and breathless. "Blaze! Did you hear that announcement?"
Blaze nods, his jaw set in a determined line. "Yeah, I heard it. We need to be ready for anything."
Ash, only ten but already hardened by their shared experiences, narrows his eyes. "Do you think it's Team Rocket?"
Before Blaze can respond, Misty enters, her face pale but her voice steady. "Whatever it is, it's serious. The city feels... off."
A chill slithers down Blaze's spine as he surveys the Pokémon Center. Trainers huddle in corners, whispering nervously. The usual hum of activity is replaced by a tense silence, broken only by the occasional beeping of medical equipment.
In the corner of the room, Nurse Joy tends to an injured Pikachu, her hands moving with practiced efficiency, but her expression betrays her concern. Blaze's eyes flick to Tempest, his Riolu, resting on a nearby stretcher. The little Pokémon stirs, sensing his trainer's unease, his intense eyes reflecting the same wariness that grips the room.
Blaze's hand tightens around Tempest's Poké Ball, his mind sharpening with resolve. If it is Team Rocket, they won't stand a chance. Not with him here.
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Up above, in the shadowed sky, a sinister shape floats silently. The moon's pale light glints off the surface of a familiar hot air balloon, its design marked by a large red "R". Inside the basket, Jessie and James, the infamous duo of Team Rocket, peer down at the city below with matching frowns.
James slouches, his usually pristine uniform rumpled from the long journey. He mutters under his breath, his brows furrowed in frustration. "I can't believe we're being treated like criminals."
Jessie, seated beside him, her eyes sharp and focused, shoots him a glance. "We *are* criminals, James," she says, though her tone lacks its usual bite. She turns her attention back to the city below, her fingers drumming impatiently against the edge of the basket. "But this time, we'll show them."
Meowth, perched on the railing, snickers, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah, we'll swipe those rare Pokémon right under their noses!"
Jessie's lips curl into a sly smile as she reaches for a Poké Ball. "Right under their noses," she echoes, her voice a low purr. Without another word, she releases the ball into the night.
Beside her, James does the same, a steely resolve settling over his usual anxiety. "We'll teach them to underestimate us."
The Poké Balls burst open, and Koffing and Ekans materialize in mid-air, their forms silhouetted against the dark sky. Koffing immediately begins to exhale a thick, black SmokeScreen that billows downward, shrouding the city below in a choking haze.
As the smoke thickens, Jessie and James, with Meowth clinging to Jessie's arm, begin their descent toward the Pokémon Center, their faces set with grim determination. Tonight, they wouldn't fail.
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Inside the Pokémon Center, Blaze's instincts scream at him to move, but before he can react, the main doors burst open. Thick smoke rolls into the room, swallowing the sterile white walls in a suffocating fog. He barely has time to register the threat before two figures and a Pokémon land with a theatrical flair in the middle of the room.
"Don't be frightened, little boy," a feminine voice coos through the smoke. Jessie, her red hair blazing against the murk, strikes a pose, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Beside her, James flashes a grin, his eyes glinting with the same malicious intent. "Allow us to introduce ourselves," he adds, his voice ringing with practiced confidence.
Blaze's heart pounds as recognition hits. Team Rocket. Here. Now.
"To protect the world from devastation," Jessie begins, her voice rising above the smoke.
"To unite all peoples within our nation," James continues, his grin widening.
"To denounce the evils of truth and love," Jessie's voice sharpens, her eyes narrowing.
"To extend our reach to the stars above," James finishes, striking a final pose.
"Meowth, that's right!" the cat-like Pokémon adds with a snicker, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.
As the smoke starts to clear, Blaze can see the shock on Ash's face, the disbelief in Misty's eyes. But where they falter, Blaze's resolve hardens. He's not going to let these criminals get away with whatever they're planning.
Jessie steps forward, her lips curled into a smug smile. "We're here to steal all the rare and injured Pokémon in this Center," she declares, her voice dripping with malice. James nods in agreement, adding, "And that includes your little Pikachu and that cute Riolu of yours."
Meowth's eyes gleam as he looks at Tempest. "And don't think we've missed that one," he hisses, his claws flexing in anticipation.
Blaze's body moves before his mind catches up, positioning himself between Team Rocket and his Pokémon. "Not a chance, Team Rocket," he snaps, his voice low and dangerous. His hand flies to his belt, fingers brushing the smooth surface of a Poké Ball. Tempest stirs beside him, his eyes glowing with an inner light, his aura resonating with Blaze's determination.
Jessie's eyes flick to Nurse Joy, who has positioned herself protectively in front of Pikachu's stretcher. "You're not taking any Pokémon from here," Nurse Joy says, her voice firm and unyielding. She quickly signals to the Chansey, who begin to create barriers using their natural healing abilities, the soft glow of their powers forming a protective shield around the injured Pokémon.
Jessie's eyes narrow. "We'll see about that," she sneers, signaling Koffing to thicken the SmokeScreen, further obscuring the room. Ekans hisses, its body coiling as it prepares to strike.
"Get ready for a fight, kids!" Jessie calls out, her voice echoing through the haze as she and James ready their Pokémon for battle. Meowth's sneer widens, his claws gleaming as he crouches low, ready to pounce.
Ash shakes off his shock, his expression hardening. "Pikachu, stay close to Nurse Joy! We need to defend this place!" His voice cuts through the thickening smoke, his resolve matching Blaze's.
Misty's voice follows, sharp and focused. "We need to protect the Pokémon Center and get Team Rocket out of here!" She grips her Poké Balls tightly, ready to battle alongside Ash and Blaze.
Blaze doesn't waste a second. "Tempest, use Aura Sphere to clear the smoke! Pidgeotto, get above and use Gust to blow away that SmokeScreen!"
Riolu, sensing the urgency in Blaze's voice, channels his aura, a blue sphere of energy forming between his paws. He launches it into the thick cloud, the Aura Sphere cutting through the smoke like a blade. Above, Pidgeotto takes off, his wings flapping with powerful strokes, creating a gust that sends the smoke swirling, revealing the battlefield.
The Pokémon Center erupts into chaos. Pidgeotto's Gust attack clears the smoke just enough for Blaze to spot Koffing and Ekans, their forms shifting in the sudden breeze. Without hesitation, Riolu launches another Aura Sphere at Koffing, while Misty's Starmie charges at Ekans, the water-type's spinning body a blur of light and speed.
Jessie and James scramble to regroup, their initial advantage slipping away as the tide of battle turns against them. Blaze presses the attack, his voice cutting through the din. "Keep pushing them back!"
Pikachu, still recovering on the stretcher but watching the battle with fierce determination, crackles with renewed energy. Nurse Joy moves to shield the injured Pokémon, her eyes steely with resolve.
Jessie's frustration mounts as she watches the coordinated assault. She grits her teeth, her eyes narrowing. "This isn't worth it," she growls, grabbing James by the arm. "Let's get out of here!"
James, torn between retreat and their mission, hesitates for a split second before nodding. But that brief pause costs him.
"Tempest, Bullet Punch!" Blaze's command slices through the chaos like a knife.
Tempest, Riolu's sleek blue form, vanishes in a blur of motion. The next instant, his tiny fist drives into Koffing's side with a force that sends the Poison Gas Pokémon careening into a nearby wall. Koffing groans, eyes rolling back before he slumps to the floor, unable to continue.
Jessie's eyes widen in disbelief. "Koffing!" Her hand trembles as she reaches for another Poké Ball, but the momentum has already shifted.
"Pidgeotto, Aerial Ace!" Blaze's voice is sharp, unrelenting. He's not giving Team Rocket any room to breathe.
Pidgeotto dives from above, his wings glowing with a fierce white light. He barrels into Ekans before the serpent Pokémon can slither out of the way. Ekans hisses in pain, its coiled body unraveling as it struggles to stay conscious. But the blow is too much; Ekans crashes to the ground, defeated.
Jessie and James exchange a panicked glance. Their plan is crumbling before their eyes.
"Meowth, do something!" Jessie's voice is desperate now, the bravado stripped away.
Meowth bares his teeth, leaping forward with claws outstretched. "You asked for it!" he snarls, aiming for Tempest.
But Blaze is quicker. "Tempest, Detect!"
Tempest's eyes flash as he anticipates Meowth's attack. With a fluid sidestep, Riolu dodges the claws by a hair's breadth, leaving Meowth swiping at empty air.
"High Jump Kick!" Blaze's order is merciless.
Riolu springs up, his leg glowing with energy. He brings it down in a powerful arc, connecting squarely with Meowth's midsection. The impact sends Meowth flying backward, crashing into Jessie and James, knocking them into a tangled heap on the floor.
For a moment, everything is still.
Then, Blaze steps forward, his stance firm, his eyes blazing with the victory he's secured. "It's over, Team Rocket," he declares, his voice steady, unwavering. The authority in his tone leaves no room for doubt.
Jessie struggles to her feet, her face twisted in frustration. James, still groaning, tries to untangle himself from Meowth's limbs. But their bravado has evaporated, replaced by the harsh reality of defeat.
"This isn't the end, twerp!" Jessie hisses, her voice low and venomous as she retrieves Koffing and Ekans' Poké Balls, recalling the unconscious Pokémon. "We'll be back."
Ash steps up beside Blaze, Pikachu hopping off the stretcher to join them, his cheeks sparking with residual electricity. "You always say that, and we're always ready," Ash retorts, his voice filled with the same determined fire as his brother's.
Misty, with Starmie by her side, crosses her arms, her eyes locked on the trio. "Why don't you ever learn? You're always going to lose."
Jessie clenches her fists, the words cutting deeper than she wants to admit. James grabs her arm, pulling her back as he stumbles toward the door, Meowth limping after them. "We'll retreat for now," James mutters, his usual flair subdued, the sting of their failure clear in his tone.
But Blaze doesn't let them leave without a final warning. "If you ever come near this Pokémon Center again, we won't be so lenient next time."
Jessie glares at him, her lips pulled back in a sneer. "Don't think this is over, kid," she snaps before throwing down another SmokeScreen pellet. The room fills with thick black smoke, obscuring them from view as they make their escape.
The smoke slowly dissipates, leaving the Pokémon Center in a tense silence. Ash, Blaze, and Misty remain on high alert, their Pokémon ready for another attack that never comes. Nurse Joy steps forward, her voice calm but carrying a weight of gratitude. "Thank you all for protecting the Pokémon Center. I don't know what we would have done without you."
Blaze's posture relaxes slightly, the adrenaline of the battle still thrumming through him. "Just doing what we had to," he replies, his tone softer now, though his eyes still burn with the intensity of a trainer who refuses to back down.
Ash pats Pikachu on the head, the electric mouse nuzzling his hand affectionately. "We make a good team," he says, his voice filled with pride.
Misty nods, her hand resting on Starmie's smooth surface. "But we need to stay on our toes. Team Rocket won't give up that easily."
Blaze glances at Tempest, who returns his look with a quiet, steadfast determination. "Let them come," Blaze says, his voice low but resolute. "We'll be ready."
The night settles in fully outside, the once-blue-purple sky now a deep, starless black. The Pokémon Center stands tall and warm against the encroaching darkness, a beacon of safety and strength.
Blaze, Ash, and Misty exchange looks of understanding. The battle may be over, but their journey is far from finished. They've faced down Team Rocket and won this time, but the road ahead is long, with challenges they can't even begin to imagine. Yet, as Blaze glances out the large glass windows into the night, he knows one thing for certain.
Whatever comes next, they'll face it together.
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