Chapter no.192 The Evil of Lavender Tower

[ Lavender Tower ]
"Is it ready?" Butch questioned for the nth time into his earpiece.
Him and the other grunts were bait for the real plan.Just like the Boss had said, the use of those… crystals had literally made themselves… almost invisible to the ghostly-senses, just like dark type pokemon themselves. Butch had planned to attack at a time when the ghosts were engrossed in a single event, in a closed, specific location hence his small team was the bait.
Placing the grunts that were invisible at appropriate geographical points, and by extension, the Umbreon packs as well, they had created a literal kill-box.
Butch smirked. Ironic, that they were using the setup to capture ghosts.
"We're ready, sir. Targets locked on."
A silly grin floated on Butch's lips as he heard the voice from his ear piece,"Use Dark Pulse. Full power."
Butch gazed upon Munna and Marowak in the distance.
Those two were an unexpected variable.
A wave of Dark energy blasted towards the hordes of zombie pokemon.
The corpses were instantly vaporized as ghostly mist permeated to the surface, coagulating into a couple of Ghastly and Hunters.
The Ghastly and Hunters were struggling to keep there corporeal form as the dark type energy was effecting them greatly.
This was the kill-box, ensured by by Butchto make sure that the ghosts would be injured beyond comprehension.
"Capture them!" Executive Butch yelled out. "Every single one of them. Leave the rest to the Umbreon."
Munna eyes glowed pink as the entire graveyard was filled with misty terrain which began to help the Ghost type pokemon to stabilize their corporeal form.
Butch glared at Munna before snapping his fingers as Dusclops fired a shadow ball towards Munna who countered with an energy ball.
( ~ Boom ~ )
Frowning a little ,Butch thought ,' This pokemon is too powerful to be a wild so is it either abandoned or ....'
( ~ Boom ~ )
To the far left side of Butch where the invisible team was, the floor of Lavender Tower blasted away critically injuring the entire team as a blur of red went past all the Umbreons of the Kill box.
The Blur stopped revealing Scizor to Butch who felt his vein pop.
Why were all these pokemon interfering with my plan ?
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Grady and Brady teleported towards a mansion that was roughly a quarter mile away from lavender Tower. As the twin sisters walked up to the doors above the steps. The little annoyance known as Hoothoot had deserted them at the gates, flying away in another direction, possibly to harass somebody else for all they knew.
On closer look, even the architecture looked dated. There was an old fashioned metal chain hanging from the left, which apparently functioned as the door bell, considering the rather loud sound that reverberated as soon as Grady pulled it downwards.
Five seconds passed by. No one answered.
Ten seconds.
Still no one answered.
Fifteen. Brady raised her hand to pull the chain a second time, when the door hissed open, as they found themselves looking at the familiar face of the revenant crone of Kanto—the Ghost Mistress of the Elite Four.
"Madame Agatha or should we call you 'Elite Four Agatha." Brady croaked.
"It is Agatha and nothing else." The old woman replied, her sharp eyes jumping from the twins to the sky.
" Don't tell me."
" Yes, some people are causing trouble in Lavender Tower and we are afraid that 𝗶𝘁 will awaken."
Agatha sighed as she subconsciously called out ," The Evil of Lavender Tower."
Brady and Grady nodded as their hands shook when a eriely suffocating presence began to wash over the entire Lavender Town.
Agatha's staff glow as a couple of Gengar's emerged from her shadow.
" Let's go !"
Agatha and the twin sisters flinched when the surrounding ghostly mist increased in density.
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It was surreal. In the pitch blackness of the Lavender Tower, the majority of the ghostly species—Hunter, a ghostly species that possesses an incorporeal gaseous form, were getting attacked from every side by vicious Umbreon, quickly followed by getting sucked into those characteristic black pokeballs that Team Rocket used. By the looks of it, they seemed like an unregistered, and slightly weaker versions of the Ultraball, but nevertheless, did their job with ease. On the other hand, the Hunter population, reduced to less than ten, were fighting back some of the Umbreon, raising dismembered corpses to slam towards the grunts, even succeeding in tearing through some of the men—killing them instantly, though the latter couldn't be said about the Umbreon, which were much more nimble than their owners.
Meanwhile, Austin and his pokemon shot towards the Rocket Executive, with Marwok—despite her already tired disposition, was fighting a losing battle against a clearly more powerful Dusclops, who seemed to be empowered with dark-type moves as well. With the already existing dark-type energy inside her body, the battle was becoming more and more difficult for the shadow pokémon.
A couple of Haunters had jumped to kill the Executive, only to be intercepted by a Houndoom, belching out flames at the gas pokémon, who instantly pushed away, having to engage the fire types. The dark types barked, belching out more flames towards the pokémon, who tried to counter with shadow balls.
"Bah!" The executive barked. "Useless vermin. Magmortar, burn them to crisps."
And the giant spitfire pokémon came into view, sprouting flames all over, propelling fireballs from the two cannons its upper appendages had transformed into. The fireballs fell all over the place, setting fire to the corpses, much to the ghosts' screeches, seeing their haven being destroyed to ashes.
"Wartortle, use water pulse. Krabby, bubble beam. Clear the flames!" came Austin voice, who somehow managed to stand on the ground, holding his hand close to his mouth as he gagged at the smell of burnt corpses that had filled the room.
"Charmeleon, tackle that Magmortar. Scizor, help him." Austin paused. "Clefairy. Leave me here. Charmeleon needs your help. Pikachu-"
{ I can do better from a distance. Let Pikachu do the brawl. I will protect you and deal damage from afar.}
Austin considered Munna's suggestion. "All right." He turned to the ground. "Pikachu, Charmeleon… don't hold back. Fire with everything you've got. We need to stop that man." He held two pokeballs in his hand. "Go !"
And the entire battle stopped still for a moment, as the two overly large avian appearing in the air, screeching angrily at the fighting all around.
"Wreak havoc!"
Ninjask and Charmeleon were, trying to do their best to strike at the Umbreon who were awfully nimble, more than they had any right to be along with the fact that these pokemon seemed to ignore all the damage that was accumulating on their bodies.
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𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗽𝗵 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼. 𝗔𝘁 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗽𝗵'𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗸. 𝗨𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗽𝗵 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗻𝗮𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲. 𝗔𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼. 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹; 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗮, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘀; 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 (𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗘𝗢 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲) 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗽𝗵 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆.