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| Kaail Killstream | Dec 13 2008, 08:17 AM Post #1 |
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Don't fear the Reaper
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Hurst was quiet; and to tell you the truth, it really freaked you out. This city was supposed to be big and bustling, full of people and things to do... But all you saw now was dark, sorrowful alleys and empty streets. It was almost noon, and even the sun refused to show itself, making everything around you seem even more foreboding. You heard a Pokémon cry behind you on the sidewalk, and you turned to see a dirty pidgey flit softly into an alley, most likely looking for food. At least now you knew you weren't dead or something, because Pokémon were still around. Rolling your eyes at the thought, you started your journey, moving deeper into the city that was essentially... Well, dead. As you walked, things got even weirder. Street carts, equipped for making and selling food were still on. You even saw one with a few sausage links still cooking. That meant that there had been people here recently... But where had they gone? Thoughts of alien invasions and ghosts crept into the back of your mind, and you started to get the feeling that somebody was watching you. The hair on the back of your neck was standing on end, your eyes searching the store-front windows for any sign of people. Once, you thought you saw a strange silhouette, but upon turning to look, you saw nothing but an empty store. It was safe to say that the entire city of Hurst was empty. You were in the center of the city by your information, and where you stood, you could hear absolutely nothing. Shaking your head with frustration, you turned around, intent on getting to the bottom of this semi-crazy mystery. What you saw made you step back with fear. "Hello." It was a voice that had invaded your mind. It had not entered through your ears, but had been stuck directly into your thoughts. The towering creature before you wasn't of this earth; you could be sure of that. Telling by the way you were facing, and the direction its piercing red eyes were aimed, this thing had sent the telepathic message to you. It obviously wanted to communicate... But what in god's name was this thing? :... |
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| Zachery | Dec 13 2008, 04:24 PM Post #2 |
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El Dorado. If silence was golden even the bums could eat like kings in this city... If there was a single soul left in it to eat. Martin's footsteps echoed in the street, carried from one cavernous alley to another through the still and stale air. His eyes looked upwards, to the tops of silent steel obelisks and a sky that he knew shouldn't be so dark. When he had first entered this city it was almost soothing to find that the city was so calm, or at least the portion he had found himself in. Now though... Now silence felt like a glass case, and every second was spent listening for something to shatter it. He glanced down to the small Glameow at his side, and on a whim reached down to pick her up without skipping a step. Isis responded with a small mew, and Martin felt a corner of his mouth lift for just a second. He dared not to respond to her, to break the stillness. Something did, though, and he had turned himself around in an instant to find the source of the noise, only to feel a mixed sense of relief and disappointment that it was simply a noisy Pidgey. The young man let out a sigh, and once his heart had calmed itself, he looked down to the Glameow in his arms. "Seems we aren't dead yet," he said, faking a chuckle. Isis didn't seem too thrilled though, and Martin could guess why. If that thought had really been lingering in the back of his head, then he must be losing a bit of his cool. Of course they weren't dead. What laid like a still corpse was this city, with nothing but things like that Pidgey to pick at it. Now he had something new to worry about, it seemed. An entire city and whatever Pokémon could be scavenging in it. Best not to go into any alleyways unless it was essential. It took only a little longer to find the first signs of people ever inhabiting the city that they had built. A food cart, with hot dogs simmering on top. He guessed they were beginning to burn, and left it alone, but it wouldn't leave him. Two more carts were on, some yards between eachother. They must have left in the blink of an eye, but how did an entire city organize that so quickly? More important at this point, however... Why did they leave so quickly? A hundred thoughts and more crossed Martin's mind, but he did his best to beat down his overactive imagination, and ignore every one of them. Analyze the facts he told himself, but don't jump to conclusions. Still his mind wandered even while he focused on everything around him, subconsciously holding Isis like he might a child, as it was easy enough to tell that she was just as nervous about all of this as he was, if not more. Martin caught a glimpse of one of her ears twitching, and it made him wonder what she may have heard. Not too long ago thoughts of something watching him invaded his mind, looking out from the alleys or these many glass-front stores and wondering what to do with the last human around. He looked once more down the street in front of him and the colossal buildings that he imagined faintly creaked under their own weight. Anything to break the unnerving monotone world he seemed to had stumbled into, so similar to dreams that had haunted him over the years. Just a scant few seconds after that, the edge of his eye was filled with a flittering darkness. He stopped in his tracks and turned his neck so fast it popped. Nothing, not even one of those mangy rattata. Just an empty store and another damned window. Was he getting the best of himself? Was he looking for shadows where there weren't any...? It wouldn't be the first time. "Sorry, Isis," Martin said to the cat he cradled. "Nothing's there." He turned towards the road, and swallowing something he only half believed, took another echoing step. Finally, he reached what he could only guess was the center of the city, approximately. Architecture certainly gave it that appearance. Martin wasn't so concerned about the construction of the buildings, though, as he was with the fact that even there, he couldn't hear a sound aside from Isis' breath, and his own. His heartbeat, no longer drowned out by day to day sounds, became a thump in his own chest that reminded him he was really there, even if this place felt like a dream to him. He sighed once more, and shook his head fiercely, as if to wake himself up. "This is insane," Martin said to himself, slowly petting the Glameow he had in his arms, who still did little more than dig her claws into the thick fabric of his hoodie. Isis wasn't very pleased, and he couldn't blame her. Even so... This was something that you only ever experience once in a life, and he'd find out what this was all about. Who knows, maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought. Maybe he could actually have some fun in this city before he had to leave... Someone might have even left enough money laying around that he wouldn't need to stay in the Tohea region after this. He turned around to find a store to ransack, and then be on his way to find out the source of this madness. But all thoughts of such joyous things were soon thrust out of his mind, by a simple greeting that chilled him to the bone. Hello," it had said, or rather thought. It was a new sensation to Martin that took a minute to comprehend, but there was no time for conscious thought of it. His eyes met the towering, grotesque form of something that seemed straight out of a nightmare, it's skin abyss blue, it's wings night black, and it's bolt-like markings a starlight white. But he only saw this thing's body for just a moment, because as he stepped back, his eyes looked into the creature's own, deep red pits that caused every hair in his body to raise like a needle. He realized now the thing had spoken to him with telepathy, and it sent another chill down his spine to realize this thing could find him, even in his thoughts. Isis had taken to using Martin's arms as a pincushion, but he didn't even notice the pain. Her tail wove tightly around his arm as he pet her, trying to keep her calm. "... Hello," he finally managed to get out, eliminating all pretenses of stress in his voice. Whatever the hell this thing was, it was intelligent, and wanted to talk... Maybe if he seemed worth talking to, it would enlighten him on the current situation, or even better, let him live. "Do you need something?" |
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| Acubenz | Dec 21 2008, 01:29 AM Post #3 |
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-~|~- Now standing before the large being that you would before have only imagined in your worst nightmares, you could see why the rest of the town's people had suddenly disappeared. From beyond the things many tentacles that covered its lips you could see the dark tunnel of a mouth, opening up to release a gurgling sound that seemed to be like laughter -- if laughter were a dark, abyssmal requiem-like sound that sent chills down your spine. "There is only one thing I need." The thoughts struck you as the monster's eyes locked on your own, and immediately its tentacles wrapped around your ankles and upper-body, causing you to lose your grasp on Isis. "I need for you to do like the rest of the bloody members of this vial town; Die." the voice came through once more as the suddle emphasis on the word bloody caught your attention. At that point, two more tentacles came up around your body, one wrapping around your neck and the other around your lower-body and pelvic region as the being began to tug. Pain jolted through your body now as the monster's vial gurgling laugh came through once more, and even as you screamed at the top of your lungs, the silence in the town remained as it had been only moment ago. The sound of your cracking bones each sounded like a truck's horn to you as slowly they broke into tiny little peices. "Mew!" Isis called all of a sudden as she jumped into a nearby tree and up onto the monsters tentacles, biting down on one of them with her sharp fangs before the monster swung her away into one of the glass windows of the nearby stores. The monster's tentacle snapped out towards the store still and grabbed hold of the tiny cat, pressuring hard against its feeble little bones just as he was doing to you and both you and Isis fell into a deep, eternal, slumber. But as you fell into your slumber, you heard the final words of the monster in your mind "Cthoolhoo" -~|~- And then your eyes opened and you saw the bright light of the morning sun shining through the window of the bus that was taking you to Hurst, and the guy beside you had been talking about some strange Pokémon that had appeared a while back. No matter though, because now the bus was coming to a stop and you were about to start your journey in the city of Hurst just as thousands of others did all the time! Taking your first step off the bus you could smell the less-than-sweet-scent air filling your lungs. Behind you a fat man had 'accidentally' pushed you and nearly caused you to trip and fall onto the pavement, but luckily you'd been able to save yourself from the embarassment and you were standing tall yet again. You noticed the fat man already walking away, but it didn't matter because you wanted nothing to do with him anyways. On the floor where the man had pushed you with his 24-pack (of soda in his stomach), you noticed a small brown object shaped somewhat rectangularly and rather plump. As you headed over and picked it up, you realized it was the fat man's wallet and you found yourself with a choice -return the wallet, or keep the money inside. Then from your waist a loud popping sound came and your small blue kitten popped out to great you with a loud meow that said 'Good Morning.' Immediately she started to play around between your legs, curving through them joyfully as you tried to decide what to do with the wallet. In the distance, you could see the fat man waddling like an empoleon, so you might want to act fast. Who knows, he might realize its gone and think that you pick-pocketed him. |
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| Zachery | Dec 21 2008, 04:05 AM Post #4 |
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Martin clenched his teeth, biting the inside of his lip just hard enough to stop a shiver from running through him, inside and out. What he guessed was laughter sounded like nothing he had ever heard, it touched him in a way a small few things had, in a way that felt... Good, in how different it was from everything he had felt before. At the same time though, he kept in mind that so many people didn't leave because this creature brought them roses. He watched, cataloging every little feature of the creature, soaking up the experience like a sponge while trying to ignore how numb and cold this feeling of malicious tension had made him. The thing spoke again, and Martin listened, as intent as an apprentice watching his master at work. "Yes...?" Martin spoke, not meaning to be impatient so much as to urge the creature on, to tell him what it wanted. It was likely rude, and he reprimanded himself for it, but this was something new, something altogether interesting. "I need for you-" Martin's mind glimmered with possibility in that split second, everything from mutilation, to a totally different life crossed his mind in an instant, and in that moment he thought there might actually be something to gain from this oh so bleak situation after all. He took little notice of the tentacles that wrapped around him- the cool embrace of it's tentacles felt like knives on the skin, but the only thing he did was loosen his grip on Isis, who reluctantly fell to his feet and ran to hide behind him. "... To do like the rest of the bloody members of this vile town." And Martin's heart began to feel like a stone trying to escape through his chest. There was something in it's tone, and it was easily recognizable, he felt it as much as heard it. "Die." He couldn't move. What was once a painful caress became an agonizing grip across his entire torso, forcing all of the breath out of his body and leaving him as stiff as a coffin for a body they'd never find. Pain shot through his legs as the same happened to them, and now he was within his death shrouds, the tendrils of a nightmarish monster that caused another fracture in his bones every time he gasped for one more breath that just barely came to him, and finally despite all of the strength he tried to muster, he screamed, screamed so loudly that if he were not already crying in pain a tear would have shed from his eyes at the very sound. The only reason this creature let him breath was to hear just that, he knew it. It was laughing at him again... He knew it well. The first things to give were his ribs- one by one they crackled like water in boiling oil, echoing in his ears and joined by the sound of blood forcing itself through his overstressed veins, in an orchestra that played a song for him, a song as testament to his own frailty. Boiling oil was also the only way he could describe the pain that seemed to be flowing through his very blood, into a heart that was slowly being crushed. Martin closed his eyes and held them them shut, trying to bear the pain, trying to stay awake, stay alive. He had no idea why really, his fate was rather obvious now... Well, he never was known for being a good loser. Maybe that was it. There was no relief when the creature relaxed it's grip and he could only curse it more, no longer was his skin numb- he could feel so many bones shards that he couldn't even see sticking through his flesh, dying the creature's many tentacles a beautiful shade of red, a sickly shade of pain that leaked out and over him. He almost cursed Isis for letting him feel all of this pain, but the moment she was trapped in it's grip as well, his eyes fluttered open for a mere second to watch her, before they closed again. Even through the pain, he still had strength enough to scold himself. No, he tried to say, but there was not a breath in him to say it. He tried to move his arms, to make one feeble attempt at escape that his fear had prevented him from doing. If only he had arms, and not sacks of flesh that seemed to be the pincushion of the grim reaper himself. If only he had the strength to survive, or better yet, die peacefully. His eyes eased open once more, to look the creature in it's own heartless pits. Hell, maybe he'd go there. To wherever this thing came from. Maybe he'd meet this thing again on the other side. He looked over to Isis, as the blood began to pour out from his mouth. That crushed little husk. His eyes eased closed again, and Martin hoped whatever dreams he had would make up for how he felt right now. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, just the warmth of his own blood leaving his body... For a moment, the tendrils wrapped tightly around his body felt like sheets, the warm sheets of his little mattress on the floor back home. But he wasn't in his bed, he wasn't in his coffin, he wasn't even in his grave. He was just in the grip of this monster, succumbing to a death he could not accept. The only thing that gave him any comfort now was that his sad and numb expression, his closed eyes truly gave him the appearance of sleep. He'd rob this thing of the chance to see the pain in his eyes, and all of the things he wished he had the chance to do, all of the things he thought he should have done. He was a child going to bed, he didn't want to, but he'd have his dreams and hopefully wake up another day. This day was ending now, and he forced out a smile as the creature uttered it's final word. Cthooloo It uttered. "Goodbye, Cthooloo." ~~~ Martin's eyes fluttered open again, but he immediately closed them shut with a grimace. Damn, this was a bright sun... Wait, sun? He opened them halfway, rubbing one with a free and very much intact hand. The first thing he saw was a speed limit sign, and the flash of light that reflected off of it into his gaze. For what felt like the hundredth time he shut them and cursed, before he finally wised up and turned his head the other way, to look at the rest of the passengers in the bus. The young man yawned, somehow weaving a bit of contempt into it. Apparently he had fallen asleep on the bus. Some guy off to his side kept going on about something that he wasn't really paying attention to, since the nature of his awakening had left in an understandably irritated mood. Sunlight was not his favourite thing in the world. With that said though, he began to wonder about the dream he had. It was terribly real, and... Actually pretty cool. That was the first time he had died in any of his dreams, and this one would certainly make a good short story to write out some time. Anyway, putting that on the backburner for a while, the young man turned himself to more pressing matters than utterly terrifying dreams. Apparently he had slept all of the way to Hurst. Unsurprising, considering how tired he had felt these past few days. Things were going to be different today, he knew. Maybe not as different as in that dream of his, but enough so he might finally feel some excitement. If the passengers of this bus were any indication though, he shouldn't get his hopes up. Martin was about to find out, since the bus had just stopped. He promptly got up and swung his backpack over his shoulder again, of course giving as much room as he could to people as they filtered on by him, making it to the end of the bus without so much as a step on the toes, his or otherwise. The air was thick with smog, but it felt so good to be out of that stuffy bus he didn't really care. Until a sharp push on the back caused him to breath in a good deal more of the air than he really wanted. Quick reflexes saved the day and with a little spin, he was standing tall, sharp as ever, and looking at the tactless person who almost broke his nose. It wasn't hard to spot the guy, since he took up more space than two of Martin, but even so he was already walking away, and Martin left it at that. No need to make an enemy with someone on his first day in a new city. It was probably an accident anyway, it had to be hard to stop that much momentum. Martin began to walk in the opposite direction of the man. Once again, he was forced to pirouette as his foot met something small but plump. "Gah, what is it with testing balance today?" He said in exasperation, turning to see what he had stepped on. Whatever it was, it was warm, plump, and gave a little... He sincerely hoped it wasn't a live Rattata. It wasn't, to his relief. Just a wallet by the looks of it. Martin stamped on the edge to flip it up onto the toe of his boot, and kicked it into the air that it was then promptly snatched out of. He flipped it open, just out of curiosity, and saw a much too familiar face inside, the obese man that had almost faceplanted him, staring out from a rather ugly license photo. Martin couldn't help but grin at the irony. "Well well," he said, turning to face the man, who was making decent progress down the sidewalk for someone his size. "Here I hold a man's life." Martin began walking towards him, bobbing his head from side to side with a little smirk. " could take his life and make mine a little less crappy..." He sighed, and the smirk fell into a neutral grimace. He hated this sense of morality that he was somehow instilled with, despite so little guidance as a child. It was about to screw him over again. "I could..." He let out a hiss meant more for a Seviper than a human, as he took up a jogging pace to catch the man. "Hey, you!" He called out. Taking another quick look at the wallet, Martin called out the man's name a couple of times, and hoped the man would stop before he changed his mind about being so nice. What a pain this had turned out to be. Edited by Zachery, Dec 21 2008, 04:08 AM.
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| Deleted User | Dec 21 2008, 06:35 PM Post #5 |
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Hmm, that dream could end up being a good horror story, but it seemed real, almost too real. Now, how is that said. If you die in your dreams, you die for real. Well, then it's a good thing you woke up when you did, otherwise this would have been one real short journey for you. As it stands, you are alive and greeted with that portly man, oh, why should I be so kind to someone who just shoved you out of his incredibly large path. Heck, he gives a Snorlax a run for heaviest creature on the planet. But, you still feel honorable enough return that creep's wallet. That's really nice of you, but what he does next is just plain rude. He stopped after hearing his name being called, 'Albert.' How ironic. Anyway, Albert turned around to see you holding his wallet. He turned a bright red and you thought he might burst a blood vessal at any moment. Albert quickly checked his pockets and realized it was indeed his wallet. He took a deep breath and tried to contain himself from creating a scene. Albert then snatched his wallet out of your hands. The first thing he did was turn away and check for stolen money. It's a good thing you didn't take any after all. You could then see that he had a pokeball of his own. Maybe you could get a battle out of this and win some of his money. After seeing it all there, he turned back to you and said, "What? Do you want a reward, or maybe a battle? Well?" He may not be the nicest man, but this could end up being good experience for Isis. So, what will you do? Leave or battle? |
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| Zachery | Dec 21 2008, 07:40 PM Post #6 |
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Martin couldn't help but perk an eyebrow at the tell-tale signs of anger. Was he just embarrassed that he had lost his wallet after being so rude? Did he think that Martin has stolen it? The latter seemed so stupid that he didn't even consider it a possibility, though secretly he only halfly doubted it was beyond the stretch of this man's idiocy. Albert- a name that Martin would snicker at once this was all over- searched his pockets in a way that seemed more frantic than the situation really warranted, and then had the audacity to act as if the man returning his wallet had just spat on his mother's grave "You're welcome," Martin said after Albert snatched the wallet away. He could have easily put the wallet away before the man even moved, run off with it and shown the man what could have happened. Suppressing his more spiteful side, he just looked over the man as he busied himself with the still very plump wallet, sizing him up in case the man decided to take a more primitive approach to diplomacy. The only thing that seemed very threatening, aside from his face, was a Pokeball that somehow managed to stick out from Albert's many folds. What it contained, Martin of course couldn't say, but it did make him curious as to whether the man took care of his Pokémon better than his own money and identity. "What?" Albert said. It caught Martin off-guard and aroused him from his musings, only able to reply with a short 'eh?' before the portly, and altogether unpleasant man continued. "Do you want a reward-" "That would be nice," Martin interrupted, reconsidering the man's place in the universe for a short moment. "Or maybe a battle?" And the man sunk back to the level of a Ratatta. Martin really didn't like the idea of a battle right now, but as far as he could tell that would be the only way to make anything good of this situation. There was a reason he didn't battle, partially because- wait, he did have a Pokémon. Martin looked down at the little Glameow he called Isis, that still happily rubbed against the rather comfortable cotton of his pants. He had completely forgotten about the kitten... Must've been more tired than he thought. "Well?" Albert interrupted his thoughts once again, and to this, Martin sighed. "I'm sorry, mister Albert, if I offended you in some way," he began, trying to keep things civil, even though this little prick didn't really deserve to be called 'sir'. "Just wanted to return that to you so you didn't end up homeless in Hurst. That's something you really don't want to be." Looking the man in his still angry eyes, Martin hoped Albert would sense some of his frustration at how rude he had been treated. "If you want a battle, sure, I'm up to it... But it might make us both even more irritated than we already are." Really, Martin hoped Albert would come to his senses and be on his way, possibly even see his side of the picture. But that didn't really seem to be in his nature. |
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| DarkSlayer1331 | Dec 22 2008, 09:25 AM Post #7 |
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Jackass Albert showed a sign of disgust at your answer for wanting a reward for returning something that was his. As far as he was concerned, whatever was his should be given back to him no matter what the case may be. Frankly I think this guy is just a little prick who needs to be taught a lesson or two in manners. If I didn't know any better I'd say this guy was Chinese, what with his lack of manners and all. Did you know that China wanted to make their citizens take mannerism classes for the upcoming Olympics? My guess is that that didn't actually happen, since there was so much violence going on there. Pissed at your mentioning of him being homeless, Albert puffed himself up a couple of sizes before responding. "I would never be homeless, you little brat. Who the hell do you think you are, passing judgments like that? You have a lot of nerve, kid, and I think that a Pokémon battle is just what you need to knock you off of your high horse." Oh yeah, this guy oughta talk, huh? What a stupid man, thinking that he was honestly of much higher status than you were in this society. As far as I can see, he's the pig rolling around in the mud while you're the farmer trying to dispose of the swine. He wasn't quite getting the hint however and sent out his Pokémon which turned out to be... a Rattata. Well doesn't that suit him? "Alright Tatter, I want you to use a Tail Whip followed by a Quick Attack! We're going to show him just how great we are!" Mmhmm, whatever. I'm sure you can show him a thing or two. ![]() Level 7 39/39 100%
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| Zachery | Jan 24 2009, 05:53 PM Post #8 |
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Martin sighed as Albert grew more and more unreasonable, going so far as to turn his apology into an insult. The entire ordeal was giving him a headache, but whatever. When this battle was over he wouldn't have to deal with the unpleasant man anymore, and that was reason enough to go through with it. Since he obviously doesn't need the wallet, Martin thought with a mental shrug how he might just take it back as a prize... But he'd refrain from it. When the Rattata came out, the young man was sure he would have chuckled if he were in a better mood. They matched well it and Albert, but personally he liked Tatters better. "Alright, Isis," Martin said to Isis, bending down so he could whisper and let the Glameow's excellent hearing do the rest. "Begin with Fakeout, that'll interrupt anything he has planned." Hearing the order for Quick Attack, Martin thought a bit harder. "Use Tail Whip and wrap your tail around the rat. Try to keep it's limbs tied. Then, just Scratch as hard as you can at it's genitals with your hind legs." Noting a look of disgust, Martin also thought to add something else. "Don't worry, I'll give you a shower and a nice treat afterwards." This seemed to make her a little more agreeable, so with a nod he scooped the Glameow up in his arms. "Hold it, Albert!" He yelled, trusting this would startle Albert into actually listening. "I've decided I don't want to fight you. There are places to go and people to do." Smirking, Martin continued his banter for another moment, hoping this would get Albert so angry he wouldn't notice that it looked more like Martin was getting ready to chuck his tightly curled kitty than pet her. "I'd really just rather be somewhere else, not battling you." And before he was even completely done, the young man threw his cat at the rat like a little furry bullet. "I'll do it anyway." |
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| DarkSlayer1331 | Jan 26 2009, 09:25 AM Post #9 |
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Just then there were screams from around you and people were pointing up at the sky where you looked as well. There were giant figures battling each other, and lightning streaked the sky continuously, while big booms of thunder were let out. Albert seemed to want to join the crowd as he returned Tatter and also started to run, screaming. Isis stared at you, wondering what the hell was going on as Pokémon would appear and create portals for people to run into. Then they were disappear again as if they weren't there to begin with, causing more panic of course. An Alakazam appeared, and you felt very calm as he stared right into your eyes, seeming to want to tell you that everything would be okay. With a wave of his arm, a portal was created behind you and you were sucked into it before you could do anything about it. Only a few seconds passed, although you thought it could have been days or something like that. Finally you were on solid ground again, very green ground, and you saw other people looking around as if they were lost. What was this place? |
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