Episode #4 Revenge of the PokéMaster

Episode #4 Revenge of the PokéMaster

Revenge of the PokéMaster

                                                                                                              Episode 4

Written by: Drk Knght

Six hours has passed since Misty's capture/disappearance. And that whole time, Bryan searched tirelessly everywhere and asked everyone if they'd seen an orange haired girl. But his pursuit of Misty was yielding little results and the trail was beginning to grow cold. Bryan decided to regroup and figure out a strategy back from his secret island retreat home on One Island.

Bryan was sitting in a chair in his house and reviewed all the events that had happened and all of the evidence that he had acquired over the past six hours. He thought how foolish it was of him to let Misty stand outside by herself. If the girl was right by his side she may not have been taken. But she was taken and now he had to find her. But where was she?

"It seems as though the world is against me," Bryan said as he buried his face in his hands. "My entire life I've tried to be nice and kind to everyone. But what do I get in return? A life filled with misery and opposition." He closed his eyes and thought long and hard. "I've sat down for too long, taken too much abuse and criticism and not doing anything about it. No more!" Bryan stood up and clenched his fists and finally confirmed his decision. "I shall make sure that those people pay! I'll make the people who kidnapped you, Misty, pay dearly for ever crossing paths with the greatest PokéMaster ever!!"

Bryan walked over to his room and grabbed some clothing. Perfect clothing fitting for a master. Once Bryan was dressed in his attire that coincided with his new resolve, he grabbed his gear once more and prepared to head out once more, determined to find Misty. "I'm coming, Misty. And this time, I won't fail."

The late afternoon, setting sun shone brightly as Bryan stepped outside of his home. He reached for a ball in his bag and produced a Master Ball. As he looked at it he recalled how he once summoned it during his battle in Celadon City. But he quickly shook the thoughts from his mind as he tossed the ball high into the air.

"Now I summon my ultimate dragon! Drk Rayquaza, you are needed!!" The Master Ball exploded in a flash of light and sound as the mentioned Pokémon was called to the field. When the flashy display had ended, a Pokémon of immense proportion emerged and towered high above the trees. This Rayquaza was an amazing 23 feet long and weighed more than 450 pounds and was a unique Pokémon, not because it was legendary either.

Like many of Bryan's other Pokémon, this Pokémon, though a legendary, was a Shiny Pokémon and was colored black instead of green; hence, the name Drk Rayquaza. And because of its Shiny status, that made it even more rare.

The ferocious dragon roared as it flew up into the air and seemed to dance in the sky at its freedom. Then it swooped down on the ground and allowed it trainer to climb aboard. Once Bryan was aboard, Drk Rayquaza took off and flew up high into the air above the islands. I'm coming, Misty. Hold on.

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The darkness slowly lifted as Misty awoke from her sedated slumber. Somewhere during her transportation, her kidnappers had given her body drugs that forced her to sleep. She was tired but not that tired to be taking narcotics so the drugs were forced to her body.

Misty began to regain consciousness as well as feeling and she started to examine her surroundings. She was reclining comfortably on a bed, the headboard perpendicular to the back wall. As Misty sat up she began to look around this four corner room. It was roughly twenty-five feet long and wide and was lined with smoky gray carpeting. A two foot projection from the floor clung to the walls and was painted a soothing aqua color. Just above that protective covering, the walls were colored a dull gray color with periodic aqua lines extending from the ceiling to the two foot base board.

Misty sat on the bed and trembled with anxiety. It finally occurred to her that she was on a bed and that she might have been… She checked but her clothing and everything seemed to be intact. Thank goodness. But still, I need to find a way out of here. Misty looked directly across the room and saw a door handle extend outward from the wall. A closer look revealed nearly undetectable creases in the wall where a door might swing open. That's my way out! Misty swung her feet over one side of the bed and was about to get up when that door suddenly opened.