21st Century Vulpix presents
THE SECRET OF THE GS BALL
Prologue
By PinkScyther
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokémon or anything else that someone else owns, 'coz they own it and I don't own it 'coz I don't own what they own 'coz they own it and I don't.
If you wonder what's in the GS Ball, this is the fic to read. The secrets of the GS Ball are discovered, and the world put in danger... Will Pikachu be the only one who can save the human race and make sure they stay the dominant species?
Poké-speak
The dreams... the dreams were back again... The dreams of death and destruction, of Pokémon ridding themselves of Trainers, by foul means.
As usual, I tossed and turned, trying to wake up. But I couldn't, and once again I watched with a mixture of horror and terror as Ash fell, weakened by my own relentless Thundershocks. He lay there weakly. No, no! I cried out loud, but still I could not awaken. There I was, building energy for the last massive attack, the attack that would surely finish Ash off.
"Don't do this..." he pleaded, but I took no notice and fired the attack.
"CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
The Thundershock hit Ash, and he whispered one last word before he slumped, lifeless, on the cold, hard ground.
"Pikachu..."
ASH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I opened my eyes. Breathing hard, I sat up and looked around me.
I had been leaning against Ash's sleeping bag. Ash was in it, fast asleep despite my screams. Alive.
I calmed down a little. Brock, Misty and Togepi were still asleep too.
Still breathless, I leaned back and relaxed a little. I looked around again, and was suddenly seized by a coldness.
There it was again. The GS Ball.
I looked away, shivering. Ever since Ash had obtained it, I had felt a slight uneasiness, which grew and grew.
I hadn't been sleeping very well since, but three nights ago I started having these nightmares. And every time, I had woken up to see that the GS Ball had rolled out of Ash's pack.
I looked at it again. It sat ominously on the grass, the moonlight reflecting eerily off it. I felt a sense of forboding.
Gingerly, I poked the Ball with my foot, almost expecting it to open and unleash any number of horrors upon me. But nothing happened, and I stood up and walked over to it.
I picked it up. It was heavy, and slippery with dew. It slipped out of my paws, landing on the grass again with a soft thump.
A shiver ran up my spine, and I looked back at Ash's sleeping form. Somehow, I thought, this GS Ball would lead to his destruction.
I turned around and kicked it as far as I could. It landed in a mud puddle, and sat there, half submerged.
I was about to go back to Ash and try to get some sleep, when suddenly *FLASH*!
The immediate area lit up, and I jumped almost a foot. AAAH!
But then I saw that it wasn't the GS Ball. I turned, and noticed one of Ash's Pokéballs were open. I saw a dark shape lying over near his face.
I sighed. Chikorita.
She often did this, popping out of the Pokéball in the middle of the night so she could lie near Ash. I walked over to her.
Chikorita jumped up. Beat it, Fuzzy! she said angrily, waving her head-leaf in a threatening manner.
Sheesh, don't you get tired of causing trouble?
She said nothing, but growled.
Listen, Chikorita, I said. Calm down. I want to talk to you about something.
She flopped down. What?
I sat down hear her. Well... you know the GS Ball?
What about it? Chikorita sounded a little less annoyed.
Well... Do you ever get any strange feelings? You know, like you can sense something bad?
You're losin' it, Fuzzy. Try gettin' some sleep some time. She closed her eyes, as if to go to sleep, but she sounded slightly worried.
I sighed, and went to lie on the other side of Ash's sleeping bag. I didn't know what she thought, but I was scared.
I knew that the GS Ball was trouble.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Yah, I wrote another prologue! Aren't I just great?
THE SECRET OF THE GS BALL
Prologue
By PinkScyther
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokémon or anything else that someone else owns, 'coz they own it and I don't own it 'coz I don't own what they own 'coz they own it and I don't.
If you wonder what's in the GS Ball, this is the fic to read. The secrets of the GS Ball are discovered, and the world put in danger... Will Pikachu be the only one who can save the human race and make sure they stay the dominant species?
Poké-speak
The dreams... the dreams were back again... The dreams of death and destruction, of Pokémon ridding themselves of Trainers, by foul means.
As usual, I tossed and turned, trying to wake up. But I couldn't, and once again I watched with a mixture of horror and terror as Ash fell, weakened by my own relentless Thundershocks. He lay there weakly. No, no! I cried out loud, but still I could not awaken. There I was, building energy for the last massive attack, the attack that would surely finish Ash off.
"Don't do this..." he pleaded, but I took no notice and fired the attack.
"CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
The Thundershock hit Ash, and he whispered one last word before he slumped, lifeless, on the cold, hard ground.
"Pikachu..."
ASH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I opened my eyes. Breathing hard, I sat up and looked around me.
I had been leaning against Ash's sleeping bag. Ash was in it, fast asleep despite my screams. Alive.
I calmed down a little. Brock, Misty and Togepi were still asleep too.
Still breathless, I leaned back and relaxed a little. I looked around again, and was suddenly seized by a coldness.
There it was again. The GS Ball.
I looked away, shivering. Ever since Ash had obtained it, I had felt a slight uneasiness, which grew and grew.
I hadn't been sleeping very well since, but three nights ago I started having these nightmares. And every time, I had woken up to see that the GS Ball had rolled out of Ash's pack.
I looked at it again. It sat ominously on the grass, the moonlight reflecting eerily off it. I felt a sense of forboding.
Gingerly, I poked the Ball with my foot, almost expecting it to open and unleash any number of horrors upon me. But nothing happened, and I stood up and walked over to it.
I picked it up. It was heavy, and slippery with dew. It slipped out of my paws, landing on the grass again with a soft thump.
A shiver ran up my spine, and I looked back at Ash's sleeping form. Somehow, I thought, this GS Ball would lead to his destruction.
I turned around and kicked it as far as I could. It landed in a mud puddle, and sat there, half submerged.
I was about to go back to Ash and try to get some sleep, when suddenly *FLASH*!
The immediate area lit up, and I jumped almost a foot. AAAH!
But then I saw that it wasn't the GS Ball. I turned, and noticed one of Ash's Pokéballs were open. I saw a dark shape lying over near his face.
I sighed. Chikorita.
She often did this, popping out of the Pokéball in the middle of the night so she could lie near Ash. I walked over to her.
Chikorita jumped up. Beat it, Fuzzy! she said angrily, waving her head-leaf in a threatening manner.
Sheesh, don't you get tired of causing trouble?
She said nothing, but growled.
Listen, Chikorita, I said. Calm down. I want to talk to you about something.
She flopped down. What?
I sat down hear her. Well... you know the GS Ball?
What about it? Chikorita sounded a little less annoyed.
Well... Do you ever get any strange feelings? You know, like you can sense something bad?
You're losin' it, Fuzzy. Try gettin' some sleep some time. She closed her eyes, as if to go to sleep, but she sounded slightly worried.
I sighed, and went to lie on the other side of Ash's sleeping bag. I didn't know what she thought, but I was scared.
I knew that the GS Ball was trouble.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Yah, I wrote another prologue! Aren't I just great?