And here we are! New Almia fanfic ahoy!
Name's Sky and I am the writer of this fine story here! This'll be the third Almia main series fanfic (fifth if you count the one-chapter piece and crossover) I've written! Impressive, no? I adore this game to pieces.
I'd like to welcome all new readers as well as the veterans from my previous stories! This story's going to be an experiment of mine. Usually, I change some of the plot, add details and do whatever I want while following gameplay. This time? *puts on epic sunglasses* I'm changing the rules completely. New stories, whole new adventure but with the same characters, pokemon and region you've come to known.
Dedication to this story goes to Awesome – HetaliaQueen 37 for being an awesome-sauce buddy and for drawing the epic cover art to the story here! Thank you! Also for a disclaimer, Sky doesn't own pokemon. But she claims all changes to the story and character! (why am I talking third person?)
Read, review and enjoy!
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I've been to hell and back. And I was only five years old.
It started out so nice. One minute, I was playing with pokemon friends out in the forest. The next? Grabbed by strange men and thrown into a sack. Despite my constant thrashing and yelling, I wasn't released. Not until, after some time, we arrived at the destination. I was tossed into some sort of cold, dark cage. Locked inside a prison. I was too scared, shocked, too even move an inch.
I remember the air was so cold and dark. The air smelled metallic and like medical supplies. Other cages with kids sat near me and around the dark. There were machines of all sizes and weird shapes, with more men in white coats typing things in. In the center of the room, under a bright light, was a tilted table with strange belts. Next to it was a table and men in white coats, clipboards in one hand.
It was a long time before they started doing stuff. They went over to the cages and picked out a boy, the one who kept yelling and trying to get out. I watched as they dragged him over to that tilted table and use the belts to strap his arms and legs to it. The men were talking. One of them held a needle, like the ones at the doctor's office. Only it had a strange liquid in it, all purple and gooey.
The man went over to the boy. He poked the needle into his arm and the purple stuff drained from the needle. The boy whimpered at the shot. All the men stepped back and watched him. At first, nothing happened. But the boy suddenly started screaming horridly. His arms and legs seemed to tighten, hands curled into fists. He seemed to be in intense pain.
I was terrified…and that wasn't even the end. The boy coughed up blood and then became quiet. He was dead. I shrunk back as far as I could in the cage, staring at the appalling events before me. The men inspected him and wrote stuff down on their clipboard, murmuring about something. Soon they took his body and dragged it into another room.
And so the nightmare continued.
One by one, kids were taken from the cages and strapped into the table. The doctor would inject that purple stuff into their arms and the kids would scream in agony. Some were like the first boy. Others exploded in a mass of blood. A few only closed their eyes, never to awaken. The men continued to write stuff down and take the bodies into another room.
All of this before my very eyes. At first, I cried. But what seemed like forever passed and the tears were gone, dried up. Hope was starting to fade. Dozens of kids died; I watched them all.
Eventually, it was my turn. I tried to pull away, to run and escape a similar fate. The men pushed me onto the table and strapped my arms and legs. It was impossible to even squirm. The light was above me, shining with intensity that I couldn't look up without being blinded. Men hovering over me were silhouettes…creepy ones that resembled death itself. I saw the needle slowly poke me, pinching my skin. It felt like ice was pouring into my blood.
The doctors pulled back and watched me, waiting for something to happen.
Something within me burst, causing pain to explode from the inside out. I screamed; every piece of me was in searing pain. It was as though something was electrified on the inside, something turning the dial to the most intense level. Ever get shocked by a Pikachu? I have. And this was a thousand times worse. A couple of times, it'd feel like I'd slip away from my body or black out. Something made me hold on. Like I had a tiny ounce of strength left.
When it was all over, my body was sore, throat was raw and mind was drained of energy. The men were talking all at once while scribbling stuff super fast. They looked me over, even more than with the other kids. After they were done, they put me back in a cage. This one was separate from the other kids.
I was exhausted but couldn't sleep. Wearily, I watched five…maybe six?...more die gruesomely. My memory was hazy afterwards. I remember the doors slammed open and people came in. Lots of action and chaos. And then falling asleep in the arms of a ranger.
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….a little dark, eh? I'm not used to writing scenes like that but its not bad. Horrifying past of one of our characters. Who is it? What will happen after that? Well you better stick around! Next chapter shan't be long of a wait!