Post by Shymain on Jun 4, 2013 17:15:26 GMT
Volt Tackle
Out of the many moves that a Pokèmon can use, there are strong moves, weak moves, super effective moves, non effective moves. In the countless moves, each has a type, and out of the Electric moves, there is one haunting move- Volt Tackle.
Most experienced trainers know about it, have had their Pokèmon use it, unknowingly, not understanding what they are doing...
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"Mom, look! It's hatching!" squealed a young girl, her jet-black hair swinging behind her as she ran downstairs, clutching an egg to her chest. "It's finally hatching!"
"Coming, honey!" shouted her mom.
The girl put the egg down on the table as it started cracking, shaking slowly.
"It's about to hatch! Hurry!" shouted the girl urgently, fidgeting excitedly. Her mother dashed into the room just as the egg broke open in a flash of blinding light.
"Chu?" squeaked the small, yellow rat, blinking its eyes confusedly.
"Eeeeee! It's a Pichu! It's so cute!" squealed the girl at the top of her lungs, causing the Pichu to cover its ears in pain.
"You should be a bit quieter, Lisa," said her mom gently, "it's still a young Pokèmon, and not used to loud noises."
"Alright, mom!" whispered Lisa softly. The Pichu looked from Lisa to her mom, frowning.
"Pi, chu, pipipichu!" said the Pichu to Lisa, its hands on its hips. Pichu stood up.
"You ought to catch it now, dear." said Lisa's mother.
"Oh, yeah, right! I just..." exclaimed Lisa, trailing off as she looked around urgently.
"I've got one here, dear." said her mom, pulling a Premier Ball out of her pocket and giving it to Lisa.
"Oh, thanks, mom!" stammered Lisa. "Alright, go, Pokèball!"
Lisa threw the Premier Ball as hard as she could at the Pichu. It hit it on the forehead- then bounced off, leaving a dent.
"Oops, sorry, Pichu!" said Lisa apologetically, grabbing the ball as it flew by in mid air.
"Pi, pipipichuuu! Pichuchupi" scolded Pichu, sparks flying from its cheeks.
Lisa tossed the Premier Ball again, but this time gently. It froze in front of Pichu, opened, and sucked Pichu inside. The ball dropped onto the table, and shook once- twice- thrice- and it clicked!
"Yay!" exclaimed Lisa gleefully. "I caught a Pichu!"
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About a month later...
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"Alright, Pi!" said Lisa. "Use... Tackle on that Purrloin!"
The Pichu, now called Pi, stopped facing off against a black-and-purple cat and shook its head.
"Why can't you, Pi? You always use that move!" queried Lisa.
"Pi, pipichupichuchupi, pichu!" replied Pi.
"Well, what moves can you use?" asked Lisa.
"Pi... chu, pipichu, chupi, pipi..." answered Pi, hesitating at the end.
"Those moves don't even do any damage, though." said Lisa, oblivious to Pi's nervous behavior. "Are you sure that's it?"
"Pi... pi... pich, pipichu..." said Pi hesitantly.
"Volt Tackle? I think I've heard about that..." said Lisa thoughtfully. "I don't remember what it does... it'll have to do, I guess!"
Pi sighed to itself, and, resignedly, charged forward at the Purrloin, it's body surrounded by some sort of golden glow. When Pi reached the Purrloin, it kept going, and ran into it, the golden aura exploding everywhere that it touched the Purrloin, knocking it back- and out.
The golden aura evened out, then disappeared. Slowly Pi walked towards Lisa, seeming significantly weaker. Lisa, however, overlooked this in her joy.
"Awesome, Pi! Why didn't you tell me about that move before?" exclaimed Lisa jubilantly.
Without waiting for a response, she withdrew Pi.
Over the next few hours, Lisa won five more battles this way, slowly realizing that Pichu was weakening- and just thinking he was tired.
"Hey, Pi, need to recover?" asked Lisa, a Murkrow dropping to the ground after a particularly vicious Volt Tackle.
"Pi! Pipipiiipichu!" replied Pichu in the affirmative.
"Okay! Let's get you to the Pokècenter!" said Lisa, smiling.
Lisa grabbed Pichu, put him on her shoulder, and ran off, Pichu hanging onto her for dear life.
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At the Pokècenter...
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"Hey, ma'am, can you heal my Pokèmon?" called Lisa to the woman behind the counter.
"Of course, young lady. How many?" replied the nurse.
"Just the one!" answered Lisa, holding Pi's Pokèball out.
The nurse took the ball from Lisa's outstretched hand, and took Pi out. She examined Pi, then turned to Lisa.
"What have you been doing to this poor Pichu? He's on horrible shape!" exclaimed the brunette nurse sternly.
"He's just been fighting, ma'am, that's all!" replied Lisa.
"What moves has he been using?" asked the nurse.
"Just two- Tackle and Volt Tackle."
The nurse's face paled for a moment, then returned to normal.
"Volt Tackle... young lady," she said, "that is a very risky move. Do you know what it does?"
"No, I don't." replied Lisa questioningly. "What... what does it do?"
The nurse hesitated, then said, "That move is dangerous. Don't use it."
"Not very helpful..." mumbled Lisa.
The nurse picked up Pi and gave him to Lisa.
"Thanks, ma'am!" shouted Lisa, running out of the Pokècenter.
She didn't listen. She had never listened to suggestions, but did what she thought was best. In this case, what she thought was best was using Volt Tackle. She travelled across Unova, fighting, defeating Gym Leaders, all the time assisted by Volt Tackle. So, eventually, she entered the Pokèmon League.
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"Lisa! Lisa! Lisa!" chanted the crowd excitedly.
"Alright, Pi, let's finish this with a Volt Tackle!" shouted Lisa. The already-weakened Pi sighed, gathered a thin layer of electricity, and charged at the opposing Wartortle, knocking him out cold.
"And Lisa wins the battle, qualifying her for the quarterfinals!" said the announcer, struggling to be heard over the applause. "A well deserved win, as I'm sure you all agree!"
Lisa and Pi walked off the field to cheers, Lisa beaming and waving, and Pi walking dejectedly.
"Nice job, Pi!" congratulated Lisa.
Pi ignored her and trudged ahead.
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Outside, Lisa healed Pi, then sat down. She sighed and looked around. There wasn't much there that was interesting, but there was one thing that caught her eye- a stand packed with items of all shapes and sizes.
"Hmm... I guess Pi could use an item!" thought Lisa aloud.
Lisa walked up to the stand casually, blowing on her mug of hot chocolate.
"Hello! You're Lisa, correct?" said a man that popped up inside the cart.
"Uh- yeah, I am." replied Lisa.
"I knew it! Now, do you know what you want?" said the man, quickly changing topic.
"No, I actually don't know. Do you have any suggestions?" asked Lisa.
"We'll, if you're looking for something useful competitive-wise, I'd recommend this." answered the man, holding up a red belt.
"What's that?" queried Lisa.
"It's a Focus Sash- it makes it harder for your Pokèmon to be knocked out! Very useful, if I do say so myself- which I do!" jabbered the man.
"Alright, then, how much?" replied Lisa.
"Just ten thousand Pokè!" revealed the man.
"Just?" shouted Lisa, "That's a ton!"
"So... you don't have that much?" queried the man.
"Of course I do, it's just an exorbitant price!" replied Lisa.
"But it's worth it, you know!" wheedled the man.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." said Lisa, sighing. "Here you go."
She handed over the money, and in return, the man shoved the Focus Sash into her hands.
"Goodbye, Lisa!" said the man as Lisa walked off.
The intercom blared to life.
"The first quarterfinal round starts in ten minutes! I repeat, the first quarterfinal starts in ten minutes! said a disembodied voice from the speaker.
"Damn, that's my round!" said Lisa, running towards the arena.
Not looking where she was going, Lisa ran straight into a woman, knocking her to the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" said Lisa. "I didn't... you!"
The nurse stood up.
"Ah, young lady, it's you! I need to tell you something!" said the nurse, getting to her feet.
"The first quarterfinal is in five minutes." blared the loudspeaker.
"Sorry, gotta go! Talk to you after this!" shouted Lisa.
As Lisa dashed off, she caught fragments of the nurse's sentence- "Volt... weak... life force..." was all that she caught.
In the tunnel, Lisa tossed Pi's ball, and it opened, leaving Pi standing there.
"Hey, Pi, hold this during the battle." said Lisa, holding out the Focus Sash.
Pi took it, looked at it, put it on, then struck a kung-fu pose.
Lisa laughed. "You're so funny, Pi!" she said.
They walked onto the field to deafening applause.
"Quarterfinal match one! Trainer Lisa versus Bugtrainer Cody!" shouted the announcer.
The two walked forward and faced off.
"Begin!"
"Pi, let's do this thing!" exclaimed Lisa, Pi walking forward.
"Geodude, let's go!" said Cody, sending out his Pokèmon with a flick of his wrist.
The two Pokèmon circled the center of the field, facing each other.
"Let's do this quickly, Geodude," said Cody, acting as if he was bored. "Magnitude!"
Geodude jumped up, then came down as hard as it could, sending a wave of dirt that knocked into Pi. Pi fell backwards, seemingly unconscious.
"And Pichu is out for the count already!" exclaimed the announcer. "Amazing, really, what he- what?"
Slowly, Pi pulled itself into a sitting position, then stood upright, it's legs shaking.
"Yes, Pi! That's it!" shouted Lisa. "Volt Tackle!"
Pi breathed deeply, then gathered an almost invisible aura around himself. He charged forward and ran into Geodude.
And his aura exploded, knocking him back to the edge of the field.
"Well, looks like Pichu is out this time!" bellowed the announcer. "Cody wins!"
"Lisa sighed. She pulled out Pi's Pokèball and made as if to return him- but the ball didn't retrieve him.
After trying a few more times, an agitated Lisa picked up Pi and walked off of the pitch.
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"He's dead." said the nurse. "I was trying to tell you. You see, every time you use Volt Tackle, it weakens the user, even to the point of knocking the user out. Now, if you watch the move carefully, you will see that the golden aura comes from inside the user- that's its life force. The weaker the Pokèmon is, the weaker the aura is. When the aura is too weak, the attack will backfire, blowing up the whole aura, due to the power needed not being presen, which destroys the user's life force, and, therefore, kills the user."
Lisa sat and sobbed. The flowing tears were like crystal, as she sat, sniffing and rubbing her eyes.
"He-he-he was... Pi was my-my best friend. I had him since he-since he hatched. I can't believe that-that he's d-d-dea-dead." sobbed Lisa from the depths of her heart, drowning in total, all-consuming misery, hating herself, hating the move, hating herself even more.
"All you can do now is honor his memory by preventing this from happening to another trainer." said the nurse gently.
Lisa left, not just the building, but her friends, her family, her life. For years she searched her self, tried to make up for the death, stayed in solitude. For years, she travelled in denial, wishing that the event would never have happened.
Shan she came back to her senses, she decided that the best way to help was to become a nurse. She searched for work, and found a position- the Pokècenter in the town of Odale, in Hoenn.
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One day...
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Lisa watched as a young man walked into the Pokècenter and headed straight for her.
"Need to heal a Pokèmon?" she asked.
"Yeah." said the boy. "It's my Pichu. He's acting weird."
Lisa snapped to attention, suddenly not drowsy.
"What moves has it used?"
"Just two- Tackle and Volt Tackle."
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