A story of Pokemon

revenge as it should be

A light breeze from the north slipped through the tall grass. The road to Viridian City had never seemed as peaceful as it did that day. Only Ash's heavy footsteps and a few gritted teeth broke the apparent silence.

Ash, walking quickly, moved between the tall grass and the road. His face, burning with impatience, scanned the surroundings in hopes of finding the young boy from earlier. He looked around with the same determination as a debt collector searching for their debtor.

"So, you plan to challenge that boy again?" asked the Pokédex calmly, which had been silently floating by his side until then.

"Yeah, I sure hope so. That little bastard is going to give me my money back with interest, since I'm going to take half of what he's got," Ash replied.

His face was a mix of anger, frustration, and satisfaction; it looked like he was already thrilled at the idea of stripping the kid who caused him this frustration, now lingering like a scar in his mind.

"Ah, and did you think about getting an antidote? In case one of your Pokémon gets poisoned?" asked the Pokédex, who seemed to already know the answer.

"I didn't think about it at the time, but one thing at a time. It was either buy antidotes or get these PokéBalls." He paused for a moment, still worried, his head moving side to side searching for his opponent.

"I know what you're thinking," he continued, glancing around cautiously. "You probably think I should've gone for the antidotes, but having another Pokémon on hand is a good option too, not to mention I need to complete the professor's stupid quest. And I can always buy them once I get my money back."

The Pokédex, still calm, silently analyzed Ash while floating behind him. It had never seen him in such a state (even though they had only known each other for two weeks), his clenched jaw and the way he squeezed his fists showed a great frustration he struggled to hide. There was no doubt his ego had taken a big hit after his first defeat. Maybe now he understood a bit more how Blue felt that time.

The Pokédex, still deep in its silent analysis, bumped into Ash's back as he suddenly stopped. It looked up, surprised, then over Ash's shoulder  saw why he had stopped.

Right in front of them stood the young boy in shorts who had handed them their first defeat. This time again, he had found them first.

"So, you're back, I see. Ready for another beating?" he said, bursting into laughter.

Ash didn't respond. He clenched his teeth, silently staring at the boy. A storm raged inside him as he saw him again. There was no doubt, it was him. There weren't two pairs of legs that skinny or a face screaming to be punched like this annoying kid's.

Yeah, I'm back, and I'm going to wipe that smile off your face, thought Ash as his vengeful nature slowly took over.

"I'll finish this in a flash," said the young boy, throwing his PokéBall. The PokéBall opened before hitting the ground, and his Weedle appeared on the field.

"I haven't been sitting around waiting for you, you know. My Weedle has evolved a lot since last time, and you'll see for yourself," he said proudly, a smirk forming on his face.

Ash shifted his gaze from the young boy to his Pokémon. Indeed, it had gained experience and was now level 8, the same as his Pidgey.

"Let's go, Pidgey," Ash said calmly, trying desperately to hide his excitement. Ash threw his PokéBall. Pidgey appeared in a puff of smoke, determined and ready to win.

"Weedle, use STRING SHOT," shouted the young trainer.

Immediately, Ash countered, "Pidgey, use GUST." Pidgey, being much faster and more agile than Weedle, attacked first. In a flash, a huge gust of wind struck Weedle, knocking it down and taking more than half of its health. The attack was effective.