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| Make It Alright {Completed}; {Fan Fic Comp #2} | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 9 2007, 02:09 AM (301 Views) | |
| Frost | Aug 9 2007, 02:09 AM Post #1 |
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Determined Trainer
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{Ok, just a heads up: Adrian's team is Level 23, and Level 27.}Chapter 1 "Alright, let's grab the and go!" a gruff voice barked quietly at the much smaller child, who was scrabbling for something in what appeared to be a dresser drawer. The voice belonged to a shadowed figure, tall and wiry, but Adrian knew by now the muscle that was hidden behind his spindly frame."I'm-- I'm tryin'!" said Adrian frantically, grabbing more jewelry, money, and any thing else he could find that could be worth a large sum, and stuffing them into the black trash bag he had brought with him. Some of this "loot", unbeknowst to the man, was slipped into the boy's pocket. "Okay, um... I think that's it." "Whatever, now let's haul our asses outta here, 'fore someun see!" the man said. On practiced feet, light as a feather, he tiptoed from the room, pulling a ring of keys from his pocket, and locking the door to the large mansion behind him with a master key he had used to pick the lock. "Come on," he whispered, not bothering to help or even look at Adrian while he struggled under the weight of their hoard. He had a shady look about him, from his sly, crooked smile, to his unkempt hair cut short and the way his eyes seemed to have a natural, intimidating glare about them. He wore dark clothing, as he always did on a raid: black all around, from his sneakers to the cloak around his body that made him blend in with the night itself so well it was scary. Adrian's dress, however, was much more simple, consisting only of black jeans, a black hooded sweatshirt, and torn up sneakers that had probably been pulled from a trash can somewhere and were 3 sizes too big. The jeans were loose and baggy, and he had to wear an oversized belt to keep them up, and the sweatshirt billowed around his arms, so he had pushed the sleeves up for this job, revealing smooth, olive-skinned forearms that had grown strong from repetitive work close to slave labour. A steady drizzle had begun to slowly fall, dampening the backs of their necks as they moved, through alleyways and backstreets, occasionally encountering a stray cat or dog that was rummaging through the trash can. No other people were around; (after all, who do you know that runs around at 1 in the morning that doesn't have a juvie record?) but they had to take detours anyway, just to be safe. Finally, the came to an abrupt halt near the Lilycove shore, where a shabby hut-like structure had been erected as their place of residence. It wasn't much, but anything is better than being homeless. "Put the down, and go ta bed," the man ordered."But Dante, I wanna-" Adrian began but was interrupted by Dante's immediate roar of "Now!", and slunk off towards his hard cot. Laying down, he intertwined his fingers behind his head, emerald eyes staring up at the ceiling. Gradually, he sank into an uneasy sleep. |
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| Frost | Aug 10 2007, 01:55 AM Post #2 |
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Chapter 2 SCREE!! SCREE!! SCREE!! The sound of sirens screeched loudly, jolting Adrian awake from his hard cot with a start, emerald eyes looking around wildly. He was nervous; they had never heard sirens around this part before, save for the one time a surfer had "wiped out" a little too hard on the beach not far from their shabbily-erected shack. Adrian glanced over at Dante; the man was snoring loudly, not aware of what was going on at all. Adrian rose, getting up from his makeshift bed, and creeping over to the entrance to their "house" (if you can call it that). Red and blue light swathed the area, showing two black and white patrol cars, sitting there on the gravel as if you saw the police with their sirens up everyday. A million thoughts and emotions ran through Adrian's head in that split second: the most prominent being, Aww :censored, we better get outta here! He turned back to Dante, who was still snoring contentedly. "How the hell can you be sleeping through this, let alone snoring?" he said, thrusting his open palm at the man, which struck home under his chin, snapping his head back with so much force that it nearly popped his neck bones out of place. "Bitch, w'atta ya doin'? It's 5 in tha mo'nin', get yo ass back to bed." Dante grumbled, rolling over so that his back was to Adrian. We know you're in there. Come out with you hands where we can see them immediately, or we will enter. We are permitted to use deadly force. I repeat, we can and will shoot you. Came the loud, crackling voice over one of the squad car's loudspeakers. Dante sat up immediately, eyes wide awake now. "Shut up, and get your emergency bag," he whispered in his hoarse, gruff voice. "We'll both go different ways. You head towards the rocks, and I'll go around the beach. Meet up here in 12 hours, okay." Adrian looked up at the man he had been forced to think of as his father for nearly 5 years, eyes wide. He'd never been so nice before, or so... gentle. His sentences were always punctuated with dirty swear words, he was hit whenever he did something wrong, and he could never do anything correctly. He though for a moment that pressure had changed Dante, but he was, once again, wrong. "Now get outta here! If you have to, don't fight 'em. We can probably avoid jail if we--" "No." Adrian said firmly, looking down at his oversized shoes. There was a crack at the door; the police had not recieved a response, and were breaking the door down. "What'd you say?" Dante asked. Both were frozen where they stood, out of fear, disrespect, and dislike growing by the second. "I ain't goin' nowhere with you." With that, Adrian turned, opened the emergency hidden backdoor that had sprouted from Dante's paranoid personality many years ago, and began to run. He headed toward Kadaraa, because it was the only way he could run. He knew there was nowhere else to go, nothing else to do. So he ran. |
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| Frost | Aug 12 2007, 01:35 AM Post #3 |
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Chapter 3 A light drizzle had started up once more, feeding off the left over puddles from last night's rain, and slowly, but surely, intensifying into a torrential downpour. It seemed as if the sky had saved all its precipitation for this very moment, as Adrian walked down Route 2, slowly, looking mystified as if he had never seen a route bustling with so much life, and energy. Growing up in Kadaraa, he was kept away from Pokémon, much to his mother's displeasure; his father, a rich businessman, thought of them as dirty, low, worthless brutes fit only for slave labor, and refused to allow him anywhere near them. His mother, a former Trainer herself, was stubborn, and kept her Mr. Mime by her side at all times, and though Mr. Frost avoided it, he had once, and only once, admitted that its telekinetic abilities were extremely useful at certain times. It was one, of many things, That his parents did not agree on. Walking on through the endless maze of trees, bushes, shrubs, and wild Pokémon, Adrian suddenly realized how boring it was traveling alone. Fumbling around in his pocket, he finally struck gold on what he was looking for, and pulled the two objects out. They were spherical, red-and-white capsules: more commonly known as Pokeballs. Hitting the release mechanism on each in turn, he tossed them high into the air. Red jets of light exploded from them both, and two Pokémon materialized in front of Adrian, his lifelong companions: Jet, his recently evolved Gabite, and a small, floating blue coin: Bronzor. Being a Psychic type Pokémon, Bronzor could read most of his thoughts, and communicate with him telepathically, so there was no escaping what he was feeling. Something wrong? came Bronzor's ringing, metallic voice through his head. Adrian shook his head adamantly and continued walking, but Bronzor wouldn't give up, and continued talking. I am telepathic, you know. Trying to shut thoughts out of your head won't work if you're constantly thinking about them. Just a hint.If you wanna know, you can read for yourself. snapped Adrian, and with that, he severed the mental connection. Gab... Gabite? inquired Jet, but Adrian once again didn't respond, so they just continued walking, in silence. _________________________________________ "We ain't goin' down with out a fight," whispered Dante, and pulled out his single Pokeball. He released the creature inside with a burst of bright red light, revealing a black and grey dog: Mightyena. "Go, Thief! Get 'em!" Mightyena burst out of the house, all teeth and bristling fur, snarling. Dante stepped out after him, looking calm as ever. Within a second, the four policemen had called out their Pokémon: two Growlithes, snarling also, but not with half as much cruelty, a Hoothoot, and a Spinarak. The Growlithes shot small fireballs from their mouth in an Ember attack, but Mightyena simply leapt over them and rushed towards them, tackling them both with a harsh Take Down. He turned on the other two, grabbing the Spinarak in his jaws and shaking; green, oozing blood spilled onto its teeth. The Hoothoot rared up, pecking furiously at Thief's head, and the Growlithes got up, clawing into his back viciously. Spinarak was down for the count though, but managed to shoot a feeble String Shot towards both Dante and Thief, but it was enough to bring them both down. ___________________________________________ Adrian looked up; he was back home. Back to the place where he had lived for so long, but been pushed away by twin tragedy. The grief at the loss of his parents still twisted and tore at his heart, and he fought back the tears that were welling up in the corners of his eyes. They had arrived in Kadaraa. Where to now? asked Bronzor warily, not wanting its trainer to snap at it again. "We're going... We're going the gym. In Kadaraa, here. We'll take her on, and we'll win." Adrian said firmly, raising his chin and marching into the city. ___________________________________________ "Plus, Thunderwave! Minus, Spark!" barked the tall, blonde woman, commanding her twin Pokémon to attack. The Plusle released a wave of electrical energy from its body, paralyzing the oppposing Pokémon where it stood. The Minun, on the other hand, rushed foward, its body already crackling with electrical energy, and tackled the Linoone. "Noony!" cried the little girl, a young lass with long brown hair, and rushed foward to pick up her fallen Pokémon. "Is that it? That's all you challenge me with?" Sorsha Medevil cackled, sounding much like a wicked witch. "You're pathetic, and so are your Pokémon. Who else will dare to challenge me?" "Umm... Wait! I will! I guess..." Adrian shrunk away at Sorsha harsh brown gaze. "Ha!" She cackled again. "Now you send mere children to challenge me? More weaklings!" Seeingthe determined look on Adrian's face, she could barely supress another harsh laugh. She strode towards him, her strut expressing confidence and security. "Fine, child. Take me on if you wish. But beware, I fight to the death." She leaned foward, pushing her nose into his face. "And I. Don't. Lose." |
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| Frost | Aug 13 2007, 01:33 AM Post #4 |
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Chapter 4 Sorsha glared across the rocky field that marked her battling home, the Kadaraa Gym. "Prepare to be electrified," she growled at Adrian, before sending the two small, mouse-like Pokémon at her side onto the field, sparks already flaring at their cheeks. "Get 'em, Plus, Minus!" she called to the Plusle and Minun, already prepared to battle as hard as their trainer commanded them on the field. Harsh brown eyes glared at Adrian from across the rocky clearing. Adrian seemed a little nervous; he avoided Sorsha's gaze as much as he could. "Okay, Jet, Bronze, now's your time to shine!" Bronzor floated out onto the field, looking happy as ever, not the least bit nervous, ready to follow any command its trainer had for it. Gabite stepped after it, already feeling at home amongst the sand and jagged rocks. Gabite released an extremely loud call that sounded much like a war cry from the back of its throat, and took up the scariest stance it could, looking extremely intimidating. "Okay, I'll start!" Adrian called. "Bronzor, go! Use Iron Defense, then Extrasensory! Jet, I want to you use Sandstorm, then follow up with Flamethrower!" Adrian's Pokémon sprung into action, but not before Sorsha could give her orders. "Plus, Minus! Use Quick Attack!" Simple orders, to say the least, but they proved very effective. Plusle and Minun shot foward, using their speed and small size to make them nearly invisible to the naked eye. Both slammed into Gabite at this speed, knocking him backward, but he didn't forget his orders. He began spinning around at rapid speed, knocking the two electric Pokémon off of him and at the same time whipping up a Sandstorm. Wind, and sand, now blew over all inches of the field, making it difficult to see, and buffeting Sorsha's Pokémon repeatedly. Bronzor began shining, reflecting the light, as it hardened its already steel-hard body even more, making it nearly impervious to physical attacks, but slowing it down considerably. Its bodily speed did not affect the speed of its mind, and it released an Extrasensory attack that hit Plusle straight on. Jet, meanwhile, spewed a stream of flame from its gaping mouth that burned Minun. "Yes!" Adrian thought audibly; his first onslaught had been a complete success, though Jet had taken damage. Sorsha didn't seem to care that her Pokémon had been hurt, and barked out more orders. "That was weak! Do better, or you'll be dropped!" Plusle and Minun got shakily to their feet, and nodded. "Now, use Charm, both of you! Then, I want Plus to use Helping Hand, and Minun to use Spark, then switch! Go!" Adrian called out to his Pokémon, "That was great, guys! Okay, Bronze, use Confusion to try and keep them back, and Jet, use Dragon Rage!" Bronzor sent a pale blue beam of psychic energy toward Plusle, but not Minun; it could only manage one mind connection at a time. Plusle and Minun began winking, and blowing kisses to both Gabite, and Bronzor, but the confusion attack met its mark. Plusle stopped running at it, looking around as if confused, though it saw it partner. "Plusle, Plus, Plusle!" it said, cheering Minun on with Helping Hand. Minun charged electrical energy in its body, and slammed into Bronzor, knocking it back and nearly to the ground. Adrian winced; clearly, that one attack had caused a lot of damage to his Bronzor. "Jet, use Sand Tomb!" he called, and the ground beneath Minun turned to quicksand, causing it to sink down; but it only cheered for Plusle like Plusle had in turn cheered for it. "Min, Minun Minun!" it called cheerily, even though it was trapped. Plusle now built up energy, and charged Bronzor; Bronze took the full brunt of the attack, and went spiraling to the ground. This time, it stayed there, seeing stars. "Bronze, return!" called Adrian. Uh-oh, he was already down to only one Pokémon. "You're weak, child!" called Sorsha, and cackled her infamous laugh. "Jet, finish the Minun off with Flamethrower!" called Adrian, and Gabite immediately obeyed, frying Minun to a crisp. It fell to the ground, and stayed there also. "Minun, get back here!" Sorsha barked, recalling it into its Pokeball. "One on one," she growled. "I'll still win. Plus, keep using Quick Attack so it can't hit you!" Plusle darted foward, hitting Gabite again, and again. Adrian got to thinking. She can't use Spark, and she knows it; electric types have no effect on Gabite's ground attribute. But that Plusle's so fast, how will I ever hit it? I can't use Dragon Rage, or Flamethrower, as they probably wont work. What about...! Gabite screamed with pain, at Plusle hitting it over and over; it couldn't last much longer. "Jet!" yelled Adrian. "Use EARTHQUAKE!" Gabite slammed its claws on the ground, and it began shaking, Plusle toppled over, and there it lay. "Yes!" exclaimed Adrian. "Jet, come back!" he called as Sorsha returned her Pokémon. "Who's weak now?" El finne. |
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| Frost | Aug 13 2007, 01:48 AM Post #5 |
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If I get an A, I would like a :bronzor, or a (preferably male) and the two from Grade B in place of the evolution item.
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| Ky Ordrelin | Aug 21 2007, 07:35 PM Post #6 |
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Graded: B |
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Level 23, and
Level 27.}
and go!" a gruff voice barked quietly at the much smaller child, who was scrabbling for something in what appeared to be a dresser drawer. The voice belonged to a shadowed figure, tall and wiry, but Adrian knew by now the muscle that was hidden behind his spindly frame.


(preferably male) and the two
from Grade B in place of the evolution item.


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