Misty's Rescue

When he fell, he fell hard. I felt bad for the guy. He had tried to stop that damnable beast, and he paid my consequences. When he landed temple first onto a stick, and I saw blood, I had to fight the urge to retch. A few feet further the smoldering body of a pidgeot laid on the path. "Psyduck! Watergun!" I screamed, pointing at the **** bird. Psyduck wasted no time in putting out the unfortunate fowl. I could see its chest rising and falling. Thank Arceus, it was still alive. I ran up to the fallen guy. I recognized Joey. I'd seen him in my adventures as a young girl. A bit fond of his rattata for sure, but we all have our faults. I saw a pokeball next to his **** body. "Pidgeot, return!" I shouted, pointing it at the severely wounded bird. I quickly put it in my backpack. It would need immediate care from the first Joy I could find. I kneeled on the ground next to Joey's head. "Joey, cmon, wake up," I said gently slapping him on the cheeks. No movement. It wouldn't be the first time I had seen someone faint from a pokemon loss, but the way he hit his head on the way down had me really worried. I started looking around to survey the situation. My belt lay in a pile not far from where the pidgeot had been returned from. A small square of yellow and blue dotted among the ash. I immediately dug through the pile, and sighed in relief when I found all of my other pokeballs. I think I put enough together to assume Pidgeot had my clothes in its clutches when that damnable fire thief nuked the poor thing. Not more than a postage stamp remained of the outfit, but at least my pokemon were still in their case. I quickly ran through them all, making sure their contents were ok before returning the monsters, and placing the balls in my backpack.

"Please wake up Joey," I pleaded with the boy, but he did not make a move. It always seemed to be me who had to play the mother figure. To be the mature one. Even when I was a kid, I always had to be the adult. Either way, I did not want to ride back to cerulean city naked, but this man needed, and his bird badly needed medical attention. Why couldn't I just leave them? Go steal some clothes from some unguarded cabin, and go home? "I wish I had team rockets morals," I lamented. "Psyduck," I yelled "This is an emergency, carry this man, and ride in here ok?" I motioned at the back pack. "Psy!" he exclaimed hopping in the bag. I hoisted the now heavier bag back onto my bare shoulders right as the first drops of rain began to fall. I guess it didn't matter much if it rained. Not like my clothes would get wet. "Ready Duckie?" I asked the creature. "Psy!" He responded, and after a few seconds of focus, the boys body was surrounded in a purple aura and began levitating about 3 feet behind the bike. "Don't drop him! Let me know know if you need a break!" I shouted over the growing sound of rain. I hoped that was rain and not sweat on the poor ducks brow, because I needed him to last at least until I could find some help. With a kick I launched the bike forward and began my progress home. I could not trust standing on the pedals in the wet rain barefoot, so I pedaled as quickly as I could with my butt firmly planted on the bicycle seat. If I wrecked, and psyduck dropped this poor kid, things would not go well for him. I pedaled, and grit my teeth in determination through the darkening skies back towards Cerulean City.