Disclaimer: I do not own pokèmon and anything that is related to that, I do however own my Oc who is not yet named.
Blue
August 5th, 2011
It was an average morning in August as I walked down the sidewalk, attempting to dodge the other people that had to work in the early hours as I went. "God," I groaned as another person bumped into me "Just because I don't wear some expensive suit or look even remotely important you can't just bump into me." A gothic looking boy next to me then droned in a monotone voice "Life's unfair which is why I've chosen the path of death and darkness and that will .. " I endured his ramble about 'the path of darkness' for another two minutes before I managed to get to the other side of the street as he was caught waiting for the light to go green, go traffic lights !
It then took me 15 more minutes to reach the office at which I was greeted with a steaming cup of coffee from my co-worker as she grinned at my messy look. "What ?" I snapped as I grabbed my coffee and almost drowned the thing in one long gulp, managing to burn the insides of my mouth once more. "Nothing," my co-worked chuckled as she attempted to tame my wild mane and un-wrinkle my clothes "but you always manage to look your best when coming to work early." I rolled my eyes as she said the same thing she says every morning since I started working at CEB, also known as 'Central Entertainment Bureau', as the tech-girl. I am adored by the graphics department for they rely on computers the most, Jenny (my co-worker) and I don't really have any further education except for experience and high-school, hence our low wages and crappy working hours, nevertheless they hired us to do the odd jobs (Fixing lamps, computers .. easy and simple stuff) but we call ourselves the tech-girls.
But , mind you, we are not poor, just not very wealthy. Being 'poor' is so overrated, movies make it out to be living in a box and eating once a week and believe me, I eat every day or I'll go all rabid monkey on everyone. Sure my apartment is kind-off crappy, like my working hours, and the shower only has hot water for 5 minutes but it's mine and it's cheap and I have this awesome television and a big couch and everything any normal person has, except I have an annoying-as-hell schedule and a lower pay check. Big deal. Big bunch of babies.
It was after drowning the rest of my coffee and re-doing my hair once again that we could go to work once again, having to repair 2 computers and replace some lamps, you know, the important stuff.
We then spent 5 hours playing games on the office computer (not that you could call our closet an office). I did some random card game and Jenny went for online-chatting with people, using her 'alter-ego' of a Valley-girl-stereotype to 'charm' the geeks pretending to be the your-average-jock. All by all a very average day, in an average city with a below-average job.
Until the fire.
We never trusted the graphic departments with electronics or other dangerous stuff, they killed computers without even trying and one day even blew up the popcorn machine (yes they've got a popcorn machine, and yes it sounds rather spoiled) but this just did it. They were having one of their 'moments' in which they would sit around candles and talk about design ideas and whatnot when the candle fell, the whole department then acted like one and went to 'save' their precious art (the things they called paintings they hung on the walls of their floor) before actually looking at the fire. Had they been faster they could´ve just stepped on it and it would have gone out, but nooooo they let it burn until it reached the curtains and then went on to the desks. God they´re so stupid ! And then they just ran away, paintings under their arms, as the fire alarm went off.
Where was I during the fire ? I was just called away to repair a broken lock in the door leading to the toilets when one of the freaked-out art department workers ran into the door, the door closed, and I was locked. It was then that the fire alarm went off, had it been a second earlier I would have stepped out of the toilets and into the hallway but no, karma decided that my happiness at the poor goth I left at the red lights was just too much so I had suffer.
Karma, you fail.
Ever seen a building on fire ? Nor did I, I was locked in the toilets when it happened. It sounds so stupid that I hate saying it even now but I bet Jenny knows what it looks like, she was probably one of the firsts outside and probably the only that suddenly saw I wasn't with the others. Sure the graphics department might have noticed if they actually grew brains, but I don't count on that happening anytime soon.
Hence why I was locked in the stylishly-decorated toilet, nice plants stood in corners and all was new but that didn't really make me feel any more comfortable. I then noticed the smoke coming from the room that was between the door and the floor and my face paled. "God," I whispered "Buddha, or whoever is up there, please I don't want to die !" I then went to sit in the furthest corner as I pulled my collar up to cover my mouth and bit my lips. No heroic escape for me, no windows or air vents to climb through, the door is too thick to kick in and my chance of survival is probably less than 1%.
More smoke came in the room and I could see lights from underneath the space where the smoke came from, I quietly sobbed before I screamed, my lungs ran out of air and I gasped for breath as smoke entered my lungs.
I'm not exactly going to go into detail of how I chocked, it is kind off unpleasant seeing how I died thanks to it but you can count on it being something I wouldn´t forget, if I was alive that is.
Which brings me to this, I´m not dead. I didn´t see any flowery meadow, a white light, some deity, God himself, or even some dead relative. Nothing, nada, just black. How I knew I was alive ? The dirty taste of smoke that's still in my nose, it smells really gross, really gross.
"Quit your whining girl, you are giving me a headache." a voice from the dark said suddenly, startling me into not-noticing he called me a girl instead of the fully-grown woman I know I am. "By Arceus, woman silence your thoughts for they are so pathetic !" the voice commanded "and let me do the job I was given." The voice's words only puzzled me more as I pondered, will I be resurrected as anything ? If so please let it be a duck, they have such an easy life just sitting in a pond being fed by elderly people. If I can't be a duck then I'd like to be a dog, preferably to some rich kid, another easy life and please don't make me one of these endangered species, their lives are only for either their fur or having them get lotsa babies, both are less than pleasant. My internal ramblings were cut short by the voice again as it bellowed "Silence !" before two glowing eyes appeared in the dark "I loathe your voice, so keep it down." But I didn't even speak ? The eyes then disappeared as the voice spoke once again "Do not think that what is about to happen to you is out of the ordinary or anything special, it happens about 3 times a day –" I cut him short by actually asking "Sure buddy, just what is it you're planning to do ?" when he bellowed a "Silence !" again before continuing his speech "I hereby, with the power given to me by Arceus, let you be reborn so you may live your life to the fullest." And then, in one bright orange flash, the blackness was gone as quick as it came.
Thump .. Thump .. Thump ..
Everything's so warm .. so .. comfortable .. like floating in a fluffy marshmallow .. I want to stay here .. so soft ..
Thump .. Thump .. Thump ..
I want to float here forever .. oh how I love it .. warm and safe .. warm and -
I was suddenly shocked out of my safe place, floating in the giant marshmallow like a bird in the sky when my throat hurt, I couldn't breathe ! I started tearing at the marshmallow, trying to claw my way through it and eventually even tearing pieces away with my teeth when a fresh smell hit my nose .. Air ! I was so happy with my discovery that I almost forgot to breathe, the fresh air in my lungs felt great as I breathed in and out heavily, taking as much as I could whilst recovering from my fight with the marshmallow when I heard even more weird voices.
"Look at it !" a female voice said "so cute !" and then another clearly male one grumbled "Mom ! It's a he now .. not an it .. " "Who says it a he ? it might be a she !" one of the voices then sighed and I felt myself moving. Hey ! I don't want to move ! Put. Me. Down ! I started flailing around, but to no avail for it felt as if the fight against the marshmallow has drained me of my energy and I had no control of my limbs, they felt like jello or overcooked spaghetti.
"Naww look at it, it's trying to walk already !" the female voice said before I suddenly felt something in my mouth, touching my hands and feet and prying open my still closed eyelids, showing me a blurry vision of a face before they were gently closed again. "I say it looks healthy enough." A different voice said as I tried to open my eyes myself only to be flipped over suddenly "And it's a she, congratulations John !" "Great," the other voice said "I wanted it to be male." The voice sounded disappointed but my thoughts were cut off when a heavenly taste infiltrated my mouth, I happily drank it as I opened my eyes. The vision was still blurry but I could distinguish the faces of the people around me, a boy, a man and a woman were standing while the woman was holding me and sticking something that looked like a baby's bottle in my mouth, wait ! A baby's bottle ?
Who dared to feed me with a baby's bottle ? I'm a grown woman with a job ! Even coma patients were given some kind of wire in which they fed you but- My thoughts were cut off again by the glorious taste of the liquid inside the bottle as it invaded my taste buds again, God I'm in heaven !
Then my eyelids became heavy again and pieces of memories flashed by but my body was too exhausted to keep up. I soon fell in a blissful dreamless sleep.
I woke up to the feel of another bottle shoved down my throat, my annoyance quickly gone thanks to the taste which soon had me happily trying to drain as much as I could as quickly as I could without choking, earning a snort from the one feeding me before a slap could be heard "Hold the bottle higher John, she could choke !" the bottle did indeed move higher but to my opinion nothing happened and once no more liquid came out of it I made this disappointed sound in the back of my throat as I tried to pry open my eyes for a second time, succeeding faster than the last.
I directed my far less blurrier gaze to the faces in front of me, only two this time, as I took a good long look at them. The woman´s face was kind and round, some lines around her eyes and blonde curls, the boy´s face was angular and very much still a boy while his hair was a brown/blondish colour, he did however have the woman´s eyes which probably made them related. "Man .. am I dead ?" I asked, my voice hoarse and sounding rather pathetic to my own suddenly much more sensitive ears when the woman suddenly exclaimed "Look, she speaks !" Suddenly my body was lifted and my face was surrounded by the woman's rather big chest when it hit me, how small am I to be picked up ? I'm a good length, taller than most, so I should at least have shrunken a head or two would I be face to face with someone's chest. I looked around me while the woman chattered nonstop, gushing over me speaking, when something blue caught my eyes. It was right where my hands should have been, I turned my head around only to see an darker blue fur on where my legs should have been. Fur ! I started flailing around in the woman's embrace again and miraculously got free as I fell to the ground with a dull thud. There, in the dusty white tiles I saw my reflection, a blue furred, big yellow eyed and big blue eared creature stared back, yelped when I did and fell to the ground at exactly the same time, needless to say, I fainted.
AN:
Whew, finally got the time to make this story and post it (Stupid 2 day wait).
There are probably people in here wondering what kind of story this is so for the totally clueless around you I'll explain it very simply 'reborn fic', doesn't ring a bell ? Human turns pokèmon mostly because they die but in my case it won't be some beautiful and powerful teenage girl/wannabe hero teenage boy but an average adult female. I'll also try not to make my character into the wonderful person known as a Mary Sue or a Gary Stu because I loathe those. Some will now facepalm and ask 'where did her sarcasm or whatever it is you call it go once she died ?' keyword being died, would you be all sarcastic/whatever when you suddenly feel weird or died or anything like that, I wouldn't, I'd mostly sit and stare at some tree, but that's me.
Hope you enjoyed my fist chapter nevertheless and hopefully you'll continue reading !
Ferah out.