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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 12 2007, 02:00 PM (496 Views) | |
| Xenavii | Mar 12 2007, 02:00 PM Post #1 |
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Helmet-Wearing Short-Bus Rider
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[AUTHORS NOTE] I, by no means, ask for symphathy, but if you find my vocabulary to be weak and boring, it probably has something to do with the fact that I'm twelve. My apologies. The Meeting This fan fiction is dedicated to my grandfather, who passed away on 4/11/07. Rest in peace, pops. The hollow sounds of ghosts haunted me as I slid towards the door, hearing the silent tapping sounds of running water. The air was chill and smelled of dark coffee; a scent I had grown accustomed to since I had been auctioned. A running noise passed me, but I had no inclination of paying attention to what Pokémon it was this time. My heart leapt as I opened the door. My two best; Haunter and Misdreavus, dematerialized and went passing through my body. I had felt this often; the chill, the sensation of being three; but it certainly didn’t make it feel better. My eyes were brimmed with a red outline, the pupils drained with a glossy substance. I had power. I exited the mansion quietly, closing the door behind me. A chill gust of wind whipped around my legs and nearly took my beanie off. My pants blew like banners meeting the wind, struggling dearly to hold on. My braces that had been neglected for the past three years sent arctic jitters down my heavily covered bones. My ears and fingers begged for mercy. A tear formed in my eye, but was shook away by the wind. My shirt was stained by porridge and my skin color seemed to have a similar color, yet it drained away ever so quickly and was replaced by pale and rosy skin. Gliding against the ever so hard snow, I approached the gym leader’s domain. It was beautiful, yet it seemed to be ugly on this very occasion. I had no intention of battling the pupils of the brilliant mastermind as they would halt my progress. Stealthily, I formed a plan. To manipulate a structure, it is always necessary to observe it. As it was my focus to manipulate the marvelous sanctuary of electric Pokémon, it seemed obvious I would have to, of course, observe it. Striking the sky with my fingers, my ghosts obeyed instantly. Haunter materialized by my foot, Misdreavus not too far higher. The tactic I was about to use was called Ghost Walk, originally made when I attempted to escape the Foster Homes. Using Haunter’s head as a stepping stool, I launched myself forward off of his weak head. I darted back and forth, slowly progressing to the roof as my Pokémon drifted upwards. Eventually meeting a clearing, I hopped forward and made a dramatic forwards roll on the roof. I was safe. Perhaps it was foolish of me to do as I had done, but I had no regrets afterwards. My body lurched forward and spun in an utterly remarkable dive down the slim chimney. My ears felt warmth as I began to pick up momentum. My Pokémon, of course, had found other means of entering the gym. Floating through the walls, they materialized just above the gym leader’s head, cackling silently. Meanwhile, I had nothing to protect my fall. Quickly, I thumped in a pile of coal. Fire went wild and chunks of enflamed wood scattered across the slippery floor. A rock of a man passed me and "accidently" kicked a mount of dirt into my face. I rolled to my stomach and coughed out a stream of blood. My clothes were tattered and my eyes rolled back and forth uncontrollably. The odd feeling that I had made a mistake crept up on me and snatched my angrily. Knitting a cute set of mittens, a medium-aged lady looked at me with dull amusement. “Perhaps you should try the revolutionary technology invented somewhat recently,” she began, “called a door.” I stared up at her with utter discontent and a harsh grimace on my face. She put down her knitting and strode to where I was lying. “You must be Douglas’ child, no?” She prodded my cheek and giggled as a normal woman would. Pouring herself a considerable amount of tea, she sipped it gently and looked at me eagerly. "How do you know my father?" I questioned with a slight mumble, staggering to my feet. Why was I such an idiot at times like these? "I know much more about you than you think." She forced a smile and sniggered. "Can you please pass me that card? It's on the table by the door. It's on the rollerdex under the letters 'D and O.'" I looked at her strangely and limped to the rollerdex. DA, DE, DI, DR-Damnit. DO. Sliding it back, I looked at the only name on there. My jaw dropped as I turned around with utter amazement as the girl viciously grinned. On the card read the following: Rogue Douglas 16 Years of Age Out Of Work Previously At An Orphanage Currently At Toureght Residence "How did you-" I began, lost for words. "Don't question me, please. I'm rather bored of your constant whining, and the clarity that you are incapable to fight is rather articulated in your looks and Pokémon. Really; a half-fast trained Misdreavus and a neglected Haunter? I've never been so inclined to laugh. Flee from my sight or I'll have to call Remi." I imagined that Remi was probably the colossal structure that had passed me earlier. I shivered at the thought of a punch to the face by the mammoth and crawled towards the exit, my left leg invigorated by pain. I pushed forward on the door, but to my discontent, it would not open. I looked at her and noticed her roll her eyes. "Pull back, you clutz. Geez, it's a wonder how you learned to talk without someone doing it for you. You might as well let your Haunter train you, as you seem unqualified for training him!" My Haunter stopped in it's path and turned around. A sneer formed on his face as he opened his left eye to face the Gym Leader. Now feeling slightly intimidated, she whispered something to the beast to her left. Smiling, the man cracked his knuckles and paced towards me. Haunter, however, took no fear to this act and stared into the eyes of the butler with content. Slowly, the Butler seemed to walk in an uneven pace, then stopped abruptly. He collapsed and gave a heavily enjoyed grin while he was at it. Haunter continued the attack. As the Butler lay sleeping, his smile faded quickly and became a hollering cry. His eyes winced as he sprung from his sleep and ran around in fear. Terrified, I backed up as he subconsciously passed me and slammed his fists into the wall. I immediately recognized it; Haunter used Dream Eater on a human. He focused harder on the man and turned abruptly at the Gym Leader's delicate face. She stared in horror as the Butler approached her. The boar of a man darted towards her and attempted to ram into her. Reacting quickly, she picked up her tea cup again and slammed it over the top of his head. He fell to the ground, and, to the Haunter's despair, was no longer able to be toyed with. The lady was stunned for a moment, then looked up at me with a snarl. "Next time I see you," she began, "I promise that my manners will not be so good." I smirked and picked up the card with my information. Tossing it up into the air, I retrieved a pin from my coat and tossed it with dead accuracy on the top. Zooming across the room, the two objects struck right above the Gym Leader's head. I gazed up at her and smiled cheekily. "You forgot my business card." She pointed a bony finger at me and retreated to the domains underneath her. I smiled victoriously and pulled the door open; releasing myself from her dark facility. |
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| Xenavii | Mar 17 2007, 04:07 PM Post #2 |
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Helmet-Wearing Short-Bus Rider
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The Recovery Of Spring Sleep dodged me as it had for the past six hours. I turned my head painfully to the left with 5:29 printed in glowing red letters. A minute later, the song "My Darling Pikachu" began to blast wildly through the speakers set up around my room. Suddenly, above me, a pipe burst. Water began spilling on my bedsheets as I got up drearily and yawned. Walking in a zombie-like motion, I scrambled to my door. My leg still ached wildly. Taking what was my adopter's grandfather's walking stick, I leaned on it to withdraw some necessary weight. Moving slowly towards the muddy kitchen, the man who seemed to have ferns growing from his face put down a year-old version of the paper and smiled at me. My father and I tended to have feuds often about non-important things. Those bad habits, however, were growing worse. Instead of buying from the Supermarket, he bought from the Farmer's Market, and now, instead of buying from the Farmer's Market, he bought from a butchery that tended to lack enforcement in laws. "How's it goin', champ? Did you sleep well?" He said, trying to act excited about my personal life while draining what appeared to be the third cup of joe he had had so far, and the kettle continued to brew. "I don't enjoy rhatorical questions, father." I mumbled tiredly, walking with the stick over to the refrigerator and picking up a slab of bacon in it's little container. My dad looked at me and smiled excitedly. "It's new stuff. Got it from the butcher, champ. Go ahead and cut yourself a strip or two." I looked at the bottom. Right above the bar-code in Single-Stroke Gothic Sans, which I had identified from Shop, was: "Expiration Date: July 14th, 2003." I looked at him with a horrified look on my face. He took no notice to it, or, at least, appeared to take no notice to it, and drained another cup of coffee. Waving the label in front of his face, I began a violent outburst. "What, are you trying to poison me? That's years old, Pap! Why can't you just get normal food for once?" I bellowed, steam seaming to arise in unison to my shouts. "Now, son, listen to some reasoning for a second or-" "Please, dad. Why are you doing this to me? You're disgracing yourself, you're disgracing me, you're disgracing this house, and you're disgracing our family name." I sighed heavily and looked around with a continuous temper. "If you aren't going to do anything for this family," I began with blood-shot eyes, "Then I certainly will." At that, I swung my backpack and all my belongings over my shoulder. Beginning to leave, my dad tried to halt my path. "Now, son, just-" But it was too late. I had my palm entangled on the walking stick and stomped-well, tried to at least, out of the murky and cold swamp-like building. Exiting the building with one final slam, I reached into the air and pumped my fist. I tried to reach out with my other fist, but found that with nothing supporting my weak leg, it was quite pointless. My Misdreavus shot through the wall and landed by my feet. My Haunter exited a neighbor's trashcan and licked some green slime off of his fingers. I held back an inevitable stream of vomit and lost color in my cheeks. Recovering quickly, I kept my gaze away from the Haunter. The wind felt more glorious than ever. Nature's happiness was passed throughout the world in colors far past imagining. Flowers bloomed like a chef's tabletop, miraculously shining in beautiful shades of purple, green, red, and yellow. A pidgey flocked past my eyes and curved in front of me. The flurrying snow of yesterday was quickly replaced by a steady sunshine on my tender skin. My pigment seemed to be alive again, flourishing with color. My fingers loosened on the cane. Through all the excitement, I hardly realized my leg no longer ached. Tossing the chunk of wood away, I grinned and continued. Walking along the road happily, my life was enlightened. Suddenly, that bulb burst into a thousand shards and my heart sank. An ancient, rusty, hideous, and positively destroyed car pulled in front of me. The tree-like creature looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. "Now, champ. Just come back. It'll be better, champ. I promise." My eyes were lined with a pink shading. I looked over at him, tears running like an olympic medalist, and sighed. "You're messing my life up more than fixing it. Have you not noticed I'm glum and sarcastic around you? You're negatively influencing my life, and-and, and I just want you to-to leave me alone!" I sprinted forward through the street and didn't stop to look around. A car pulled in front of me and blocked my path. The man walked out of the car. "I'm telling you, champ, to get back into the house. Now." He paced towards me. There was only one option left to avoid the horrible facility that was supposedly my home. I ran. I ran until my bones ached. I ran until I wheezed and wheezed. I ran until my legs felt crushed under the weight of my body. I ran until my blood vessels were clogged and my heart beat hard and my eyes were burnt and I keeled over often. And then I ran some more. I cannot recall what happened after my constant running, but it was quite fateful and saved me from the domains of my father. I can, however, recall slipping and being unable to regain my feet control. A cold feeling went up my legs, and then-it was over. |
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| Xenavii | Mar 22 2007, 12:46 PM Post #3 |
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Helmet-Wearing Short-Bus Rider
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A Pondside Awakening My eyes stuttered in my wake and I struggled to move them around in their socket. Around me was, strangely, a small pond. I had not recalled ever being near a pond in Kadaraa, and in moments, I immediately noticed why. I was not, in fact, in Kadaraa. I must've been on a route of some sort, but my memory had failed me ever so badly that I probably couldn't tell if I was on top of a rhino. But, as logic had overcome my memory loss, I realized that the likelyhood of me riding on a vicious beast as a rhino and having a pond to my left was about one millionth of a chance. And so, I rightfully concluded that I was near a pond. I lulled myself to my feet and scrambled to the pond. My mouth felt like a desert, full of salt and lacking moistness. In moments, I was submerged below the wet domains and immediately wished it were not so. Krabbys pinched my toes as I breast-stroked back to shore. My mouth felt a salty chunk as I recooperated on the shore, spitting up small shells and grains of filthy sand. I sat back down and picked up my backpack. Foraging for food, I settled for a NutriGrain bar and swallowed it whole. The sunshine blinded me as I rested a hand on my nose to cover my eyes. When I put my hand down, I saw something spectacular. A woman no older than me with bobbed hair walked elegantly towards me. Her eyes were an abyss of blue so that I was mesmerized in her very pupils. I regretted that I had blinked for a moment to miss such a wonder of a sight. Her blonde hair blew to the side by a heavy breeze and her lips formed a smile matched only by Helen. A banner for the National Tool Festival slapped my face and she giggled-Oh, how I longed to cherish that giggle as she strode in a fashion not a queen of the world could match. She bent towards me and gave me a cherry smile, the fragrant flowers blossoming from her shirt pocket. "Hello there, brethren. How are you?" The words strung together better than the Archduke's best suit. Her eyes gleamed once more as her lips glistened in the sun's gift. A Carvanha had jumped out of the water and aimed conveniantly at my arm that held my journal, and, naturally, I flicked my journal out to meet the Carvanha's jump. The result was not entirely pleasant but I find myself laughing at it despite the fact that currently it hurts to laugh and I am very near death. Returning back to the story, however, I was petrified. My eyes continued to stare at the beauty of the girl's eyes, but I took a shot at speaking with her. "Doivarfin." I babbled. "Excuse me?" "Doivarfin." "I'm afraid I'm not entirely sure what you are trying to say. Do I fear fins?" I took a deep breath and stared at her in amazement. Why was I having such difficulty saying what I truly meant to say? As a teenager, most would try to stick out "My bed is Queen sized" or "My parents won't be home until Thursday," but my hormones did not quite match up to the good person I tried to be. I breathed in once more and tried again. "I'm doing very fine, thank you. I'm sorry, sometimes the allergies get to me." I lied, covering up for my gullible words. "Ah, it happens with me, too. Nothing to be ashamed of. May I suspect that it's pollen for you?" She inquired nicely, stroking back a strand of hair. "No, it's treesap." ...What? Treesap? That certainly could not cause an allergic reaction, even if I did have allergies at this time of year. I felt like slapping myself with a baseball bat. "I understand. My father is allergic to treesap, too. He gets a lack of breath and falls over wheezing. My uncle is allergic to mushrooms and sees flying animated birds when he has them." I stared at the clueless girl for a moment in shock that she was so easily decieved, then decided taking advantage of that was probably not the best idea. I smiled sheepishly and put out my hand. "Rogue Douglas, my name is. If I may ask your na-" "April Rafetti. A pleasure to meet you, sir!" She said excitedly, taking my hand and shaking it wildly. "Oh! We're going to have so much fun together! We can sit by the pond and catch Pokémon toget-OH, I will certainly be right back!" She squeeled in happiness and ran back to a cabin not far away. I raised my eyebrow in suprise; After just meeting this girl, she seemed to be quite nice and beautifully shaped, but I certainly had not expected spending a day with such a prodigy of a lady. She returned in a few minutes with a fine fishing rod. "Okay, okay, okay." She jumped around, fanning herself with her hand. "This is what you do! You hold this rod and cast out the fishing line. When something bites, you've just got to pull it back really, really hard. I hope it's something pretty! I always like pretty things. My aunt was very pretty, and my mother is very pretty, and I like them both." "You're very pretty." I muttered subconsciously, not even noticing I had until she looked at me with a smile. "I'm glad you think so, Rogue! We're going to have a lot of fun together." She turned to the line and jumped up and down with enthusiasm. "Something-Something-Something's on the line! Quick! Pull back!" I did as she commanded, pulling back with great force as I watched an Azurill spring galliantly out of the water an onto the land, falling right by my feet. A drizzle began to flow from the sky as April pulled a Pokeball with a black line across it out and tossed it. "My Pikachu has been trained since infancy, and my challange is a cute and lovable Azurill? This will be over before it starts." She growled and let out a not-so-pretty side of her expression gleam in the plops of the water. Her Pikachu retreated from it's round domain and raised it's fists for a battle. A battle, of course, was what it got. |
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| Xenavii | Apr 6 2007, 06:06 AM Post #4 |
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An Unfair Advantage The Pikachu and Azurill sidestepped around each other slowly, observing each and every action. The Azurill had a minor limp and a cut on his arm; the Pikachu was weighed down by the rain and moved slower than she would have liked. However, that did not stop the soon-to-be raging battle that would soon occur. The two creatures stopped in each other's path. They bowed to each other; was that a sign of respect or a farewell to one another's life? I suppose I shall never learn. The two, after a fair amount of time bleakly staring at one another, paced back and prepared for the fight. The Azurill scratched his slightly cut arm a moment, then raised his fists as a gesture to begin fighting. The Pikachu stretched its left leg, pretending to be occupied but actually observing the surroundings. In what seemed like seconds, a blur of yellow paced across the beach and sprung into the air. The Azurill, quick to react, dove left and shot a well-aimed squirt of water at Pikachu. April, who huddled by my arm, looked fairly worried. The freezing rain amplified our fear as most Pokémon typically don't feel particularly comfortable under a sheet of water. My attention was soon directed towards the fight, raging on between the Pikachu and Azurill further. Pikachu had taken a blow to the face but countered it with a sweepkick. The two Pokémon backed up a few yards from each other, giving one another some distance. The Pikachu wiped away some wet sand that was on her cheek and put her hand inside her mouth, retracting it with a silky-red substance. She spat the entire glob out and smirked. If the Azurill wanted to beat her, it would have to be soon and much more vigorous than its current attacking style. The Azurill, however, was not so confident. His entire leg was bloody and it was at a much more terrible limp than before. Its eyes were in a slight slit as he pulled himself to his feet. His hand moved up as he raised it and crunched his knuckles into a tight fist. The two Pokémon charged at one another in fury, forgetting their pain entirely. The blue beast jumped into the air with his fist open, soon to be caught by the Pikachu's left hand. The Pikachu, attempting to counter, struck the Azurill with its leg, but was caught by the Azurill's right leg and left hand, putting both Pokémon in awkward positions. Both were standing on one foot. Unfortunately for the Azurill, it was on its bad leg and started to slant. As what seemed to be a stalemate was shown to all at the beach, an unexpected attack triggered what should have been the end of the match. "Pika...PIKA!" The Pikachu attacked the Azurill with her right hand as a thunderbolt struck the poor aquatic creature. It shot back in pain, clutching its chest. The Pikachu raised its hand in victory as April gave a sigh of relief. I cracked a smile and huddled with them, only to hear a terrible roar. A Lapras, beautiful but angry, beached itself and prepared itself for a fight. The Azurill smirked and bounced back to it. The fight was still on! At a terrible disadvantage, April put her once happy hand on her forehead and sighed. It was then that I realized I would have to react. "I've got you covered." From my hand appeared Haunter, posed for battle. "Its a fair fight now, despite the fact that the two of them are clumsy and untrained." She smiled at me and gave direct orders to the Pikachu. "Okay, baby doll, listen up! I want you to take out the Azurill first! Totally ignore the Lapras for now. I'll ma-" "I can handle it." I interrupted confidently, thrusting a fist into the air. "Okay, Haunter, do your jig. I want you to charge left, phase through the Lapras, and materialize in its body! Then, use hypnosis and phase out of there! Its your only hope to take out the beast." The Haunter nodded and complied diligently, charging at the Lapras at full speed. It was, unfortunately, very unsuccessful. A large beam of light shot through the air and struck the Haunter in the stomach, making him fall to the ground. Oof! A strange gas was leaking from his stomach as he lay there, unmovingly. Was he dead? I dearly hoped not. The Pikachu's luck was far better because the Azurill that had been rigorously beaten before was too weak to counter a hard blow to the stomach. It fell to the ground immediately and drifted into the water, its face full of shock. The attention was redirected to the Haunter, whom slowly made its way into the air and prepared for battle. The Haunter and the Pikachu nodded at one another and charged maliciously at the Lapras. Fully prepared, the Lapras knocked both creatures to the ground with its gigantic fin. This was looking terrible! Both creatures were directly below the enormous monster, and they looked as though they didn't stand much of a chance. When all seemed lost, I remembered it. My wall-hopping tactic! April let a stream of tears fall down her cheeks. She was taking this far too seriously. Was this more than just a passion to her? It seemed obvious. As the two creatures, sprawled beneath the blue mammoth looked at each other for one last attack, the Lapras was searching around for them. The element of suprise has been used for centuries and probably centuries to come. Fortunately, during this period of time, the element of suprise was in effect. "Okay, Haunter, this is the deal!" I pretended to direct towards two large stumps at the waveline so that the Lapras would not notice. "I want you to use the tactic we used to get into the gym! Be used as a footstool and phase through her until Pikachu can get a direct punch at the Lapras' lower head-area!" The Haunter and the Pikachu cracked a desperate smile as the Haunter immediately materialized on the ground. The Pikachu, using him as a trampoline, bounced into the air, and was knocked up once again by the Haunter. In moments, the two heroes were prepared for striking the Lapras under the chin. My plan had worked. A large cracking noise resounded along the beach as the Pikachu and the Haunter fell to the ground. The Lapras had something about it...its jaw. The mandible had snapped from the furious attack. The Lapras, in utter confusion and pain, swung its enormous eyes back as the white showed well. Its face went up a moment, then swung down and hit the ground. April, despite the fact that the Lapras had practically, you know, DIED, jumped up and down happily. "I did it! We did it! OMIGOD, I just NEED to take you to my house. C'mon!" She giggled and, as soon as the Pikachu and Haunter came back, walked slowly towards the house. We shared a coat and protected ourselves from the rain, but it felt like we shared more than a coat. We were sharing a moment. |
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| Xenavii | Apr 6 2007, 05:40 PM Post #5 |
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War-like Gestures Years passed. Wonderful years. They race in my memory even as I sit on my deathbed, scribbling onto a variety of napkins in the Kadaraan Hospital. In those years, April and I found ourselves deeply in love. Embedded in one another's heart, we bought ourselves a beach-side house and planned a Spring Wedding. Unfortunately, the wedding had a very small crowd, if you consider three people a crowd at all. April's father had recently passed away from a treesap infection and her uncle had seen a tad too many animated birds. Her mother was busy searching for a widower and her aunt was too busy hunting down animated birds, which just left my side of the family. For the record, that consisted of myself. As such, the wedding would be considered by many to be "depressing," at the very least. As the days trailed on, it began going downhill. April decided to make more decisions on her own, which, unfortunately, resulted in a large blimp with a "Hello Kitty!" face on it and a motorboat that could only drive backwards. I, too, decided to make decisions of my own, which resulted in terrible meals at night and an HDTV against the wall, partnered with three LaZBoy couches. But we were still deeply in love, none the less, and if I could retrace my steps for whatever cost, I would tell her to never go to the grocery store without me. Of course, I cannot do so much as that deals with the time paradox, which, of course, is something you cannot really avoid. As stated earlier, my beloved wife took the bold move of going to the grocery store on her own. Understanding that she would not be available at the house for the day, I carried on my daily routine and went to work. Simple, right? It seemed like nothing could really go wrong today, but it was not so. As you may have guessed, the day went totally awry... I opened the door and peered around the dark house. "He~llo! How was your day, honey?" I questioned, closing the door behind me and looking around momentarily. A single lamp was running in the kitchen and the sound of a slam resounded across the household. Under the act of suspicion, I walked around cautiously. "Honey?" A screeching sound fluttered-or, rather, screeched- into our living quarters as I reached onto the countertops and pushed myself onto it to poke out the window. A car was pulling off of our lawn. Damn Puerto Ricans! To my dismay, it was not your typical robber's car. It was not even an advanced robber's car. In fact, it was not a robber's car at all. It was my wife's, cruising down route three now and not taking a moment's pause. I was stunned, to be mild. I could not move. I could not breath. I could, however, cry. Wet tears fell from my eyes and moistened the ground below me. The telephone rang once. It rang again. And again. And it didn't really seem to stop, aggravating me further. When the messaging box went off, however, it was less of an aggravation and more of an infuriating gesture. The phone clicked off as I stood wide-eyed, thrusting my hand into a fist-like position. The message was not one of happiness, not one of relief, and not even the slightest bit humorous. Rather, it was terrible, treacherous, and universally known as kidnap. My arm crashed through the glass protector holding back April's father's ancient gun used when he was a young little munchkin. My enemy was prepared for battle, and so was I. All I needed to do now was start the hunt. The message repeated in my mind constantly, haunting my very thoughts. An aura of fear drenched me as my door slammed behind me. |
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| Xenavii | Apr 6 2007, 05:46 PM Post #6 |
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A Devil's Claw Hello, Rogue. Do you miss me? I bet you do. You're just dying to see me again. You're just dying to beat me in a battle. You're just dying inside-literally. There are two things I wanted to say. The first is that you don't have a hope. The second is that you should listen to the first thing. Your pink princess also has something to say. Do you mind, baby doll? Hello. I am April. How are you? Do you like January? I was named after a mont-That'll be enough, baby doll. You know how I function. Come to me and your little baby doll will end up alright, despite a little bit of confusion, if you may... Tata, punk. My eyelids closed in around my pupil, covering my mind in a mast of thought as the taxi driver swirved around the corner and stopped abruptly at the Gym. This was it--the moment of truth was staring at me with a broad grin. Paying the taxi driver with a handsome amount of cash, he raised his eyebrows and waited for me for when I would get back. Up the steps I went, right through the door and into the hands of... Remi. I hated that man. His solid fist pumped right into my stomach and sent me sprawling along the floor. April opened her eyes widely and screamed in shock. "WHO IS THIS MAN AND WHY HAVE YOU KNOCKED HIM ACROSS THE FLOOR?" She demanded, but was hushed by the criminal Gym Leader. "I was expecting you to come, Rogue. Afterall, your doll wouldn't last long if you hadn't." Remi raised a pistol and cocked it, pointing the barrel towards April and smiling. "Now, how about we settle this the old fashioned way...through a battle, aye?" Her two Pokémon darted out from their Pokeballs and formed electrical shields around one another. Smiling smugly, She added, "But I'm sure you won't be able to accomplish much -against- me." I brought my hands against the floor and stabelized my feet. Looking at her darkly, my eyebrows flickered and my two Pokémon came out from their inner layers. Charging together, they formed an offensive striking position. Wiping the blood away from my nose, I began to distribute orders. "Haunter, Misdreavus! Use the Materialize Tactic!" They nodded and obeyed. Working together, They hopped on one another and came crashing down towards the two electric Pokémon. In response, they shot back currents of electricity. Dodging it, both parties missed their targets. Backing off, they came back to offensive positions: The Plusle and the Haunter were staring at one another whilst the Minun and Misdreavus were doing something relatively similar. Haunter held Misdreavus' hand and used her as a charging shield. Putting Misdreavus in front, just when it looked like Misdreavus was about to strike, Haunter apparated through her and taunted the Plusle with a lick. Looking up, confused, the Plusle stared right into the eyes of Haunter. Perfect. Using a confusion, the Plusle started pounding against the Minun. The Minun, slightly more sane, punched him back and gave a surprise charge at Misdreavus. Parting her molecules, he took two more punches. It didn't do much. Staring up and panting, Misdreavus smiled...but foolishly, because shortly after the Minun regained relative breath, electric bolts shot through Misdreavus' currents...straight from her heart. She fell to the ground, unconscious. The gym leader seemed relatively pleased. "I'm sorry, Rogue, but my Minun is no fool. Its two on one, now, isn't it?" April looked down on me. Rogue? It seemed all too familiar for her. Her eyes beheld horror as she threw down her Pikachu to join the fight. "Whatever you've been telling me, Remi, isn't true. I've heard of Rogue before, and I know when I've been lied to. What have you...done to me?" The Pikachu snarled and let out a flat kick to The Minun. Sliding across the floor, it was met with a Hypnosis and a Dream Eater from Haunter. It seemed to be the grand finale--We were finally closing in on her. The Plusle backed up, still slightly confused, and became sandwiched. Haunter's eyes grew to be blood-red as he thrust his hand against the Plusle and licked him. Shortly after, Pikachu slammed him across the floor and, once hitting the wall, the Plusle had become unconscious. Looking back and forth from Remi to April, the Thunder Goddess screamed in disbelief, withdrawing a pistol. April and I ducked, but Remi slammed her head against the table. I stared in disbelief as he withdrew the gun and pointed the barrel first at me. Shooting 5 times or so, the bullets went straight into my chest. Darkness overcame my mind as I fell against the floor, and the last thing I could see was a gym badge, sliding across the floor towards my foot... When I awoke, dozens of surgeons were around me. In my will, I asked to be able to write the story of my life and death. The hollow sounds of ghosts once haunted me as I slid open the door, but now they live inside of me--feasting on my knowledge, and learning how to die a heroes death. |
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| Xenavii | Aug 8 2007, 08:29 PM Post #7 |
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Helmet-Wearing Short-Bus Rider
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EPILOGUE profile-- Name: Rogue Douglas Age: 19 Occupation: None Relationships: April Rafetti, Wife Condition: Deceased Appearance: ![]() Preferred Rewards: Items: Water Stone Pokémon: Ditto |
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| Ky Ordrelin | Aug 21 2007, 08:01 PM Post #8 |
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Drama Whore
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