"Eevee Land" ~A Pokemon Fanfiction~

Chapter 2:Fighting Arena

I woke up, having no idea how long I was unconscious for. It appeared that we were in some sort of training center, but my suspicions were confirmed when a loud automated voice spoke from a nearby speaker.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the Pokemon Training Center," the voice said, "This is the largest in all the world. Here you can train your Pokemon, compete in competitions, and even have multiple out at one time for maximum leveling up and evolving. Please make sure to control them, we don't want any accidents," The message finally finished with, "Section A-14 is now open, I need all names with the letter H to head to there as of immediately."

"Harold!" A girl next to our new owner beckoned him, "I think thats where you're supposed to go."

"Alright Olivia, I guess I will see you in a couple of days. You're heading to B-9 right?" Our owner questioned his best friend.

"Yeah that's right, I'm trying to evolve my Caterpie so I can get a Butterfree too, it's a decent Pokemon," And with that she left with a horde of at least 200.

I noticed that in the midst all of the clusters of masters and pokemon, our group was amongst the largest. I couldn't help but feel a bit proud of this, and it was comforting that my entire family was here, in fact, our entire tribe of Eevee evolutions was here.

Magceon, the second-eldest of our group started making a plan with Minxeon, the oldest, and Candeon, Minxeons adopted daughter, or as she called her, "Granddaughter."

They were coming up with an elaborate escape strategy, which actually wouldn't be that difficult to accomplish.

"Okay everyone, here's what we're thinking. Often, humans will either release or trade unwanted Pokemon. So all we have to do is pretend that we're useless, we won't even be good enough to trade! If we're lucky enough to get to that stage, we might be able to make our way home," Minxeon started.

"But we don't want to create too much of a disruption," Magiceon added.

"So we just need to play along but try our best to level up slowly," Candeon finished.

Everyone instantly agreed, as it was a great plan.

Our owner then lead us all to the facility, A-14, a large magical-like room that Magiceon particularly seemed to enjoy. It was full of many different types of Pokemon, all preparing to please their masters as best as possible. Harry, as he prefered to be called that, loved to collect magic and fairy-type Pokemon. Some of us, like my brother Shadoweon, were just a few on the unusual kinds that he had. In fact, I was a cat type myself, and he didn't take all that much of a liking to me. In fact, it appeared that the only reason he kept us all together was because Magiceon and Sylveon might become distressed if we weren't kept together. Of course, the rest of us were very thankful for that.

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After a long day of duking it out on the battlefield to attempt to keep my stop with my family, we all headed to the cave area, which was just outside in the hallway of A-14. Me, my brother, our parents, and Ribboneon, who was my apparent cousin, according to some distant book that our trainer had, were all crammed into one cave. Usually it was my parents in one large bush, and me and my brother in two other smaller sized bushes. The hole in the wall had a glass door, and once we were in it was shut. We were given barely any food, and the air was practically unbreathable. The other non-eevee Pokemon Harold had all got their own individual capsules, as they were favored by him.

The entire situation was horrible, that night all of us were aching in pain, unable to sleep. We also found out that we had been in the Pokeballs for almost three weeks, and this caused us to miss our home even more.

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It was now the next morning. Food was hardly proper, giving us mere morsels to recover on. We had become tyranted upon, and once again it all felt like my fault.

Harry entered the corridor and slid open all of the glass doors. We were one of the last, and I was happy for the sweet freedom of a more open space. The carpet crunched beneath my feet as I waited for the final containers to be opened. Atlast after waiting for what seemed like hours, it was time to enter the new training area.

"Welcome to P-26," The dreaded robot voice came on, "This is a fighting match between young Pokemon, that means the baby stage. NOT evolutionary Pokemon on the fourth quadrant- '' It rambled on, "In other words, any Pokemon that is not an adult size, but yes, it can be a second tier and above... although first is prefered."

All of the adults, including my parents were then cast off to the sidelines. Me, Shadoweon, Candeon, Motheon and Ghosteon were all standing and awaiting the oncoming doom.

Sadly, ours was chosen first and it was all up to me to perform the show. If I didn't win, I would be given to the enemy trainer and separated from my family.

"Olivia is up!" A real announcer yelled, "Summon a cat pokemon!"

"I SUMMON MEOWEON!" Harold shouted, and I was transported into a Pokeball, then it was smashed onto the ground and I appeared onto the fighting mat, still hurting from the impact of the fall.

"Sorry Harry, but you're about to get BEATEN!" Yelled his best friend, "I summon Ariotle Meowth!"

A baby Meowth appeared, except unlike the usual kind, it was a light purple color. She seemed very powerful, and I was worried my feeble attacks wouldn't be able to do anything.

"ARIOTLE MEOWTH!" Olivia started first, "DO NIGHT-SLASH!"

Dodging it just in time, I nearly got out on the first attack. My nerves were starting to get the best of me at this point, but I summoned up my courage and listened to Harold's next command.

"MEOWEON!" He howled, "DO NIGHT SLASH!" The audience was screaming and cheering in excitement, once again on impulse, I performed the move on the Ariotle Meowth and defeated my enemy. Letting out a sigh of defeat, Olivia handed over the Meowth.

This continued, all of us beating whatever fellow Pokemon Olivia threw out, except two of our trainers non-Eevee Pokemon. That is, until Motheon got taken out. Thankfully, Sylveon and Magiceon refused to do anything until Harold traded the Ariotle Meowth for Motheon, who was in rough condition but okay, and our family was reunited once again.

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1127 Words! I actually thought that I had posted this chapter, thus the two week delay, (Sowwy bout that) turns out I actually didn't because I wanted to fix the grammer and punctuation. Soooo yeah this is done now! I am working on a bunch of stories at once so please forgive all the delays on this particular one.