Chapter no.10: Yellow ?!
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The sound of a scream tore through the forest, and Austin's head snapped toward it. Someone was running, stumbling, trying to escape a massive swarm of Beedrills. His stomach twisted. He remembered how terrifying it was when those Spearows chased Pikachu and him. Pikachu must’ve felt the same—he took a step back, ears flat, as if bracing for the worst.
"Beedrill swarm, quick! My cabin is nearby!" Samurai shouted before bolting.
Austin felt a rush of urgency as he scrambled to recall Rattata and Caterpie, the Pokéballs snapping shut in his hands. But before he could act, the person being chased tripped.
Oh no.
The Beedrills’ stingers gleamed, looking way more dangerous up close than Austin ever could’ve imagined from watching the anime. He could practically feel his heartbeat in his throat, but there wasn’t any time to hesitate. If he didn't do something, they'd get stung... or worse.
"Pikachu, Thundershock!" Austin yelled, his voice coming out louder than he expected.
Pikachu leaped forward, cheeks crackling with electricity, sending sparks that surged toward the nearest Beedrills. The blast scattered them, forcing most of the swarm to retreat a few paces. It bought them a little time. Just enough.
"Come on!" Austin shouted, waving at the person.
They didn’t need to be told twice. Without a second of hesitation, they scrambled to their feet and bolted toward Austin. He scooped Pikachu up, his legs burning as they sprinted for the cabin. The swarm was recovering, closing in again, but they made it to the wooden cabin just as Samurai slammed the door shut. Austin leaned against the wall, chest heaving, listening to the Beedrills slam into the door. His pulse still pounded in his ears.
They were safe—for now.
Austin looked at the person he’d just helped, trying to catch his breath. She was a young girl, blonde hair hanging over her green eyes. She wore a black shirt with a sleeveless yellow dress over it and blue pants. Something about her seemed... familiar. He couldn’t place it, though. Where had he seen her before?
A metallic clink drew Austin's attention to Samurai, who was taking off the upper part of his armor, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. He seemed completely unfazed, while Austin was still coming down from the adrenaline rush.
"They should be gone in an hour or two," Samurai said, as if being trapped by a swarm of deadly Beedrills was no big deal. He then turned to the girl. "Care to explain why they were chasing you?"
The girl’s face flushed with embarrassment, and she looked away, fidgeting with her fingers. "I, um… I was trying to catch a Pokémon," she mumbled. "But… it didn’t work out."
Yeah, no kidding.
Austin couldn’t help but deadpan, "I think we all can see that."
Pikachu looked up at Austin, and he smiled, giving him a quick pat. "Nice job, buddy."
"Chu!" Pikachu chirped happily, soaking up the praise.
But something wasn’t right. Austin glanced at the girl again, trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar. She didn’t have any Pokéballs on her—none that he could see, anyway. That made no sense. Who comes out here without a Pokémon?
"You don’t have any Pokémon?" Austin blurted out, unable to hide his shock.
Her face went even redder, and she looked down at her feet. "Uh… yeah," she admitted sheepishly.
Austin heard Samurai scoff, shaking his head. "Such a novice move. You should always have a Pokémon when you’re not in a city or town."
"I came out here so I could catch one," the girl protested, her voice defensive but still quiet.
Samurai was about to go on some lecture about how even the other trainers from Pallet didn’t come unprepared, but Austin jumped in before he could tear into her. "Hey, you can’t blame her for wanting to catch a Pokémon," he said, trying to keep things calm. He could tell she felt embarrassed enough without Samurai rubbing it in.
Austin shifted his focus back to her, offering a small smile. "So, what’s your name?"
She glanced at him, her green eyes meeting his for just a second before darting away again. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Yellow."