The Starr Trainer - A Poke-Fan Fiction

Please

Nurse Joy was frantically speaking to Officer Jenny who was writing down everything she said when Ash and his friends showed up.

"Is everything alright?" Ash inquired.

"A Pokemon escaped," Nurse Joy explained. "I was instructed to send them away tomorrow if the trainer didn't return, but one of them ran away!"

"We'll help you look for it," Ash offered. "What kind of Pokemon was it?"

"It's a Dragonair."

***
Belle groaned and lifted her head. Chains rattled as she moved her wrists. Bound to a wall she couldn't get a good glimpse of where she was, but by the cold tile, and bars blocking her exit she gathered it was a type of cell. Giovanni approached the cell with his arms by his sides and a smirk across his face. "How are you feeling, Belle?" He asked in a way that made her realize he was already aware of how awful she felt. She coughed weakly and looked down at her leg which was turning purple. He held up a vile. "Extract of a Pecha berry. You'll feel better after you drink it. All I need from you is to know where your Pokemon are."

"Go to Hell," Belle declared as loud as she could, which was not any more than a hoarse whisper.

"How ladylike," Giovanni smirked. "You do understand your life is at stake here."

"I thought I," Belle coughed unable to finish her sentence. Her head bowed she no longer has the strength to keep it up.

"You will be of use to us, so I won't let you die, but that does not mean I won't let you suffer a bit while you weigh your options."  Two guards opened the cell, and Giovanni crossed over to her and forces her head up by grabbing her hair. She winced at the tugging of her hair and swallowed as he forced part of the extract down her throat. She coughed as he released and felt some of her energy return. The chains rattled as she tugged on him. Giovanni laughed in amusement "You won't be escaping those chains, dear," he leaned down beside her. "As much as I want your Pokemon I will settle for just you. All I'm asking you is to train Pokemon. You will not be hurting them, or anyone. Just training them."

"No," Belle proclaimed. "Pokemon should not be used to attack other people or capture other people's Pokemon!"

"So it's okay for trainers to take a Pokemon out of its natural habitat and claim them for their own?" He challenged.

"It's not like that! You form a bond, a friendship, and battle and catch other Pokemon to make each other stronger!"

"That's all I'm asking of you. If you do not I'll find someone else to train them. Someone who may not be as kind."

"How dare you put their lives," she coughed feeling the poison attacking her newfound energy.

"Perhaps James could give your other leg a jab?" Giovanni suggested. James peered from around the corner and approached her with another Beedrill stinger. His eyes were hidden from sight behind his hair. Belle thrashed around trying to escape the bounds.

"Please don't," Belle begged. "Please."

"We won't, and I'll give you the rest of the extract if you do this for us. If you agree to train our Pokemon," Giovanni explained. "If not then I'll keep this up. I'll continue with the stingers, and just enough Pecha extract to keep you breathing."

Belle's breathing grew heavier. Her leg throbbed in excruciating pain. She could feel the poison coarse through her. "I won't be a part of this," she whispered. She cried out as the stinger stabbed into her other leg. "Please stop. James please."

"Keep him in here too," Giovanni instructed the guards. "He can give her one of those smaller vials every thirty minutes, but if she does not agree we'll be back in two hours with a new stinger."

James sat in the corner of the cell staring blankly ahead. Belle's head bowed. She didn't want to waste her energy keeping it propped up. "James please..." her words trailed off as she became too weak to speak.