STAB Rd 2 Chp 3

"Crap."
Alissa steeled herself She could do this. Her opponent might have the type advantage, but Cytoplasm could heal, as well as manipulate his environment.

"Dizzy, you did fine. Return." Alissa recalled the Whimsicott, glaring as her opponent smiled widely at his Banette.

"Did you see that Jason! One down, one to go!" The Banette smacked him.

"Yeah, sure kid. Keep your head in the game." Luther nodded, turning back to face Alissa.

"You were great Scott. Just take care of this Reuniclus, okay?" Scott was looking remorseful. He turned to Jason, his eyes wide and teary.

"<You saw that I had no choice, right Wallace? You saw that it wasn't my fault?>" Scott was practically bawling now, leaving Cytoplasm (and to a greater extent Alissa) confused.

"Yeah, sure. You do what you gotta do. Now get back in there!" Jason looked down at Scott with a look of distaste. Why was this nutjob on Luther's team? Oh wait, because Luther was an idiot. Shocker.

Cytoplasm decided it was time for some diplomacy. He glided over to the Sneasel, hand extended in a gesture of peace.

"<Hey buddy, are you alright? We should finish this battle, okay?" Scott looked up, his gave sharpening into a glare.

"Todd! You! You're the one responsible! You manipulated Envy! I'll never forgive you!>" With a cry he launched himself at Cytoplasm, and began to pound his fists through Cyto's membrane.

"<Hey, whattya-UGGGHHHHH!>" Cytoplasm whirled violently, attempting to shake the Sneasel off.

"Darnit! Cyto, Psychic him off!" Alissa shouted at her pokémon. Cytoplasm tried, but Scott just absorbed the attack and continued his frenzied punches.

"Hey Scott, try an actual attack! Um, use Beat Up!" Luther's commanded. Scott nodded, and began to punch more powerfully than before, his fists now shining with a blackish glow.

"Uh, uh, uh…" Alissa was starting to panic. There was nothing she could do! Cyto couldn't get him off, could he?

"I got it! Cyto, go into the lake!"

"<What? Are you crazy? No!>"

"Just do it!" Grumbling, Cytoplasm plunged into the lake, water flowing back to cover him. Alissa and Luther waited, eyes straining to see through the water.

Suddenly, Scott came up in a gasp, flailing his arms madly as his head bobbed. Only a few seconds later Cytoplasm came up, looking only slightly better.

"Now's our chance! Cytoplasm, Focus Blast!" Alissa pointed at her opponent's pokémon. This was their only shot. Scott wouldn't be able to evade properly in the water!

Cytoplasm expelled the energy from him with a gasp. It hit Scott directly in the chest, pushing him several feet into the water. When he came back up, he was unconscious.

"And victory goes to Alissa!" Rob declared, clapping. "At this time I would like to-" He was cut off suddenly by one of the Magnimite Crew, screamed

"SHUT UP B1TCH! NO ON3 C4R3S, F4GGOT!" No one paid this much notice. Alissa and Luther's match had been the last, and the entire group had become used to his squawks.
Alissa's raft was pulled to the shore, where several of the other contestants congratulated her. Alissa smiled widely. Nothing could ruin this moment!

"Hey there little sis! You did real good. I'm proud of you." Alissa froze. Beside her, Cytoplasm stopped bragging to look nervously at his trainer. The voice behind her continued "I'm surprised you got Dizzy to obey you that well. You're really growing up." Alissa turned, and looked at the taller, sandy-haired figure.

"Adam?" She quavered. "What are you doing here?"

"You know you were allowed to bring someone along. I thought visiting might be fun. Cheer up little sis, can't a guy check out how his family is doing?" Alissa fidgeted. If he was here, hell was sure to follow.