The Life Of Mr.Squirtle

Chapter 3- The Realization

Mr.Squirtle looked down and was horrified, he saw the bruise he got when he tripped as he ran to the pond to try to save Alakazam. "S-so it wasn't a dream, but that can't be, how did I wake back up in my bed if never walked back? So that does mean the old Alakazam really had died". His eyes started to tear up and he pounded his fist on the bed. He cried out in between tears and sobs "I was too weak, to weak, I let him die, I could've saved him, it's all my faultttt!".

He looked up and his eyes widened as he saw what appeared to be the sillohuette of the Alakazam that quickly vanished. There was a sudden rush of shock that shot through his veins and mind, he felt a tingly chill run up his spine.... Then he heard a soft voice sounding just as the Alakazam's voice from his dream say "Do not fear young Squirtle, I am not here to harm, only to help guide you through your quest for self acceptance, now tell me, what is it that would satisfy your desire?"

Mr.Squirtle felt mysteriously calm and slowly answered "To let that Zapdos have a taste of his own medicine and to be popular in school."

The Silohuette shook his head slightly in disapproval "Now son, will hurting Zapdos really solve your problems? Will it make you feel good about yourself? Or will it just prove that you are just as bad as he is? Wouldn't you rather settle things In a more calm way?"

Mr.Squirtle said quickly in a defensive tone, "But he's just a bully, he deserves the pain and suffering that he's brought upon all the innocent Pokemon, and I won't be content with myself until he has."

Alakazam shook his head once more and stated "You're still blind child, with that thinking you're just as bad as he is, but don't worry, I'll help you become stronger both physically and mentally".