Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The cans started shaking violently! Then suddenly the tops popped open!
“Wow!” I said in great surprise, “Now we just need some heat. Hey Johnny your Typhlosion can take care of that can’t it?”
Johnny was stunned that I asked him. In an obvious fumble to come up with an answer he said, “T-typhlosion? O-oh, he’s uhh… sick! Yeah, sick. He’s been sick since we got here.”
“Really…? I didn’t realize… I mean after all I haven’t seen him since we left.”
“Yeah well he’s sick… so I guess we’ll just have to make a fire ourselves.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t bite my head off! Could you at least get some firewood then?”
“Fine. I’ll be back in a bit.”
I got some rocks together and put them in a circle to mark where the fire will be. The circle of stones reminded me of when I put Swampert into the pokéball.
“I wonder if Swampert is hungry too.” I thought, “Yeah he was mean but I shouldn’t be mean as well.”
I reached into my pocket, pulled out Swampert’s pokéball, and threw it. When it came out it really didn’t look happy to see me.
I calmly spoke to it, “Look I realize we haven’t gotten off on the right foot, so I’m willing to fix that by offering you something to eat with the rest of us. What do ya say?”
Swampert just turned its nose up in the air and walked to the other side of the old cabin.
A half an hour went by and Johnny was nowhere to be seen. I got nervous.
“Latias wait here in case Johnny comes back, I’m going to look for him.”
I noticed Swampert out of the corner of my eye walk off into one of the smaller rooms of the old cabin. While at the same time I noticed Latias give me a very worried but accepting look.
Not ten feet away from the cabin I heard Latias cry out in pain! Without even second thought I bolted to the old cabin. To find Latias on the floor knocked out and a black fox-like pokémon standing triumphantly over it!
“W-what do you want?” I asked it with a very noticeable tremble in my voice.
The black pokémon just stood there with an almost evil look on its face.
I started walking towards Latias to see if its injuries were severe or not, but the black pokémon let loose a beam of black energy and knocked me clean out! The last thing I remember before I blanked out was a blue figure ram into the black pokémon and what I believed was the cry of Swampert.
It must’ve been hours before I woke up. When I did I found Latias hovering over me with a very concerned look on its face.
“W-what happened? Latias! Your okay!” I hugged Latias in great relief.
“You were out for quite some time there Anthony.” came a familiar voice I recognized as Johnny’s, “If it weren’t for this Chancy you might’ve had worse injuries.” Johnny pointed to a pink cheerful pokémon over to the side, “This Chancy must’ve shared its egg with you and Latias. That egg really heals fast!”
“Oh… but what about Swampert?”
“I saw Swampert outside a little bit ago. Not sure if it’s still there though…”