Pokémon: Midnight Blue

Blaine

I had enough faith in my Pokémon to let them rest for a few days before taking on Blaine. The break would hopefully build up their strength and help them recharge after the last few weeks.

I walked into the Cinnabar Gym, ready for action, and Blaine was extremely unimpressed.

“So you’re my challenge for today,” he sneered at me, “Ha! Pathetic! I could take you out with a snap of my fingers!”

“Well, then this shouldn’t take long, should it?” I replied, smirking smugly. Blaine noticed immediately and was slightly intrigued.

“You’ve got spunk, kid. I like that. One on one battle, the opponent’s choice of Pokémon.”

“Done.”

“Send ‘em out, boy.”

I revealed my team to Blaine, and he revealed his. Blaine scanned my party carefully, trying to find a good opponent. The great thing about my team at that moment was that none of them were particularly weak to Fire-type attacks.

Finally, the Hotheaded Quiz Master chose, “Use your Gengar.”

I examined Blaine’s team. He had a Rapidash, an Arcanine, a Ninetales, a Flareon, and a Magmar. I had done my research on the Pokémon. Stat-wise, the weakest Pokémon on Blaine’s team was Rapidash. Judging based on that, I made my decision.

“I want Flareon.”

“Are you sure about that, kid?” Blaine chuckled.

“Positive.”

“Alright then, it’s your funeral.”

The battle commenced, Flareon lunged at Gengar with a Bite attack, but I gave no command. Instead, I entrusted my Gengar to think for himself, and my Shadow Pokémon did not disappoint. It used Lick against the oncoming Flareon and paralyzed it. The opponent, trying to work past its condition, used a Fire Blast attack. Gengar took the hit, but stood strong. It glared intently at Flareon, and the fiery opponent fell asleep.

Gengar released a shadow-like version of itself at the opponent used it to suck up the opponent's energy, Gengar’s Dream Eater attack. Flareon seemed to be under terrible duress as the attack went on, but it finally stopped moving and was deemed unable to fight.

Blaine walked up to me, a hand in the pocket of his lab coat, “You’re one of those trainers, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?” I grinned at him again.

“You’re one of those trainers that feels that insatiable need to prove something. Those are the trainers that can accomplish anything they set their minds to. There aren’t a lot of them around anymore. The last time I remember fighting a trainer like that was about three years ago.”

“Let me guess, Kira Fakir?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I get that alot.”