[I know its been FOREVER since I wrote something on here, with life and just plain ol'survinving and such. Finally had time to dish something out for the viewers, my take on a Pokémon tale. I welcome new and old subscribers to tune into my Pokémon series with a twist (alternate dimension) kinda deal. Impressive Technology with what if story line. I DO NOT OWN Pokemon….all the AMAZING credit goes to Nintendo and such. ~I ONLY take credit for my OC character's Heather Tate and Lance Hart~]
Our story begins with the dreams of an orphaned Landon Hart; now eighteen and on his own, he sat in his very tiny studio apartment on the edge of run down part of Lynchburg, Tennessee. Here the young man lived in the small loft apartment just above a bar on edge of town. Landon worked two jobs to pay rent and just stay alive, he worked very hard to get where he was at verses two years ago after he ran away from foster care. The day he turned eighteen he left the abusive foster home and made haste to the nearest location far away from Missouri. He could hardly remember his parents; they were on his mind a lot, but only faces that seemed to grow distant as the years spread out. His older sister had abandoned him ages ago, and never seemed to want contact with him.
Staring into the small window as the rain drenched the woodland area of the Tennessee small town; Landon dreamed of something more in life. He was lucky to be off both his job, Landon did enjoy his time away from work, but knew he had to work in order to pay the rent at the first of the month of the hole in the wall loft old German woman in the bar offered him after he had ran sacked her kitchen trying to steal a bite to eat few months back. After being caught and cornered by the old woman; Landon explained his situation to her, about the miserable life he had and was trying be on his own but his plan didn't come as he predicted. It was Martha that struck a deal with him, that if he agreed to work for her tavern and didn't mind the musty loft carpeted apartment that was an former bedroom for a cousin of hers, after he passed he could reside there.
Now almost a year; Landon Hart was just glad he could just have a place to rest his head and somewhat have a life. Pulling the old laptop he received from the old woman from past Christmas; Landon smiled logging onto the chat and opening the web browser. Today was special day; he was going to receive his package he ordered last week from an online buddy of his in New York. Todd was a guy with connections to underground gamming; he enjoyed the video games, especially the classics. Loading the emulator on his PC he smiled as the battle online interface pulled onto the screen as he logged into the web page. With the old style headset; Landon smiled as his buddy IM video chat screen could be seen, as his window could be seen in the bottom of the screen.
He recognized the Honey wheat blond hair with darker brown highlights, with a pair of dark brown eyes. He smiled as he drug out the jump drive and like the turquoise page to load, but the computer to accept the device attachment. It was Todd smiling as the pair of glasses reflected light hiding the familiar blue eyes as he stammered, "Well see, your up…thought you worked last night." Landon nodded as he responded to the question, and the device orange light came to life flashing in segmented code, "Ya, Martha had me work a double near yesterday but money's money, right?" Todd could be seen hesitantly agree, as he stammered over his head set, "I guess…" Landon smiled as he taunted, typing in the password for the lock screen to his friend on video chat, "Whats wrong, mommy's and daddy's money too rich for you buddy." Todd only stuck his tongue out, as he bellowed, "You only wish…" Landon paused as he sighed softly looking into the distant, as Todd broke the moment pause with condoled apologetic tone, "sorry didn't mean to say it like that…"
Landon Hart only smiled knowing his friend was joking as he sympathetic, "Your fine…" Finally the computer accepted the device as the emulator program accepted the jump drive device as the private web page opened up. The familiar Pokémon theme song came to life, as Todd exclaimed, "Finally, geeze your dinosaur takes forever." Landon scoffed as he began, "well unless donations for a new computer want to be made, Im stuck with it." Landon enjoyed the company of Todd even though he had only met Todd for two days, before heading back for New York home when he came to visit Landon in Tennessee. They had ran into each other on instant messenger in group Pokémon battle forum site before it was taken down few months back. It was the connection of friendship of them; that lead them to open a private game on a private host server of Todd's parents private server. Landon found it was good to have some connections with Todd, but sometimes he questioned him and how he got some of the things he acquired.
Landon found himself humming the old school remixed beat; as he smiled drifting back to founder times. Though both their perceptions of Pokémon were different; Landon didn't mind it was what he found the spice of the friendship. As the page finally loaded up; the jump drive was ready to activate, as Todd could be seen looking around as he questioned quietly, "did you ever…get that package I sent you?" Landon took a moment to think, lost in the question as he suddenly had the memory come back to him, as he exclaimed dumb fondly, "Oh sorry, forgot about it for a moment….one sec." Tugging the necklace what appeared to be a crystal around his neck; was a concealed jump drive of important information. Snapping the capsule with a metallic snap; he pulled the bottom purple piece and plugged it into the computer, as he exclaimed questionably, "What was the hype of this device anyway you told me not to open till we could chat?" Todd seemed kind of quiet; as he peered around his room, and Landon further spoke, "Todd is there something you're not telling me?" Todd appeared nervous as he answered hesitantly, "No, well….yes, it's a jump drive I got from an online underground Russian Soviet facility gaming company that was once used for test of original Blue and Green." Landon felt his eyes nearly bug out of his head as he exclaimed nervously in a softer tone, "Todd?! What do you mean, Soviet Gaming Company?"
Landon glanced out the window of the loft room of the bar; as the weather appeared to grow darker in the sky, as forked lightning illuminated the bedroom. Todd could be seen on the video chat slide the game labtop to the side, as he cupped his hands together, and begin, "See, I have this friend in Paris…friend of a friend, ya know." Landon nodded as he saw Todd further exclaimed exclamation , "See, this guy I know…whom works for the underground in darker side of stuff, like Japan tech. Found there was this missing sequel that was scrapped mits of Pokémon games after the America industry released the Blue and redone version of Green formally known as Red. " Landon nodded as he somewhat understood as he began, "how does this have to do with me?" Todd went silent as the conversion was silenced by the bad weather and tremendous boom of thunder that crashed in the distant, as Landon found himself wincing from the intense light as he cursed aloud. "damn…"
Landon Hart's ears rang to the piercing screech as he blinked to fixate his eyes back to focus on the laptop video chat. Todd even pressed a finger into his ear of the freed ear piece as he stammered, "dang, I even heard that from over hear." Landon peered into the darker sky of his residence as he felt a sinking feeling stomach as he exclaimed, "ya its weird, anyways continue…."Todd pressed a comforting sympethay as he began, "dude if ya need to log offline and chat later its fine." Landon was hesitant, as he bellowed shrugging off the tight feeling of dread, "Ya, maybe in a bit…" He watched Todd on the other end fix his glasses as he began, "Alright…ever heard the ledged of the Underground as a game called Black Version? Not the Nintendo company release of the newest one…but old rumored game from ages ago." Landon found his conversations with Todd and few others on the web on the various chat sites, as he began, "sorta but isn't it a rumor?" Todd waved a hand at the lower feed of the screen, being dramatic, as he began, "why don't you tell me?" Landon comfused saw the little pop up screen from the jump drive around his neck as he began, "alright…one sec."
It was then; Landon Hart found the welcome screen of the game and the host site immedatly sync programs into one data stream. As the binary type coding of blues scrolled across the screen; Landon found the unusual light show, memorizing as he watched the icons take over his desktop, and Todd began, "see…a friend few days ago showed me the program on a private chat…It was a company that was working on a total hundred percent interface with the Pokémon game not like any other." Landon ran his mouse across the screen clicking the poke ball as he pondered softly aloud, "if it was so great…why did it, never get off?" Todd's raspy voice began to cut out, as the icon of a striped bar began to come across the screen making the computer cease all colors and go a generic black and green font. Tapping the keyboard; his friend was beginning to cut out, as he spoke aloud, "Todd, think the storm is cutting the feed, what did you say…" It was the chopped conversation that came across the screen; ending the video feed, somewhat clearer conversation, as Todd's last words spoke, "Whatever you do, don't…."
*CRASH*
Landon Hart found the video chat was ceased by the weather; as the lights began to flicker and with it; found the loading screen grow closer to count down. He had a dreaded feeling as he began to attempt to bring up the task manager prompt command, but with no success. "damn…." He cursed under his breath; tossing the headset to the edge of the bed, as he tried his best to avert the countdown. Landon had no luck no matter the protocol on the keyboard he typed, not even the system manager interface. It was an sudden idea he found came to mind; pulling the purple looking fake crystal case of the jump drive he found the computer slightly ceased all function as he snapped the device to the necklace upper half.
Gazing upon the computer screen; the countdown ceased at 98% on the loading bar, as Landon smiled and wiped the sweat bead from his brow avoiding whatever countdown was to come. Landon still felt the sinking feeling his stomach as the device around his neck finally clicked and with it, colorful loading wheel began to immediately spin again….Landon's eyes went wide as he slammed his fist into the keyboard, wandering of the warning Todd had given him. The physical nor computer protocols weren't working, as he had enough of this rising from his bed, the loader bar slower only hitting one percent higher, he flipped the old computer over and with a forceful grip pulled the battery out. With a hum and click the labtop finally was met with a black screen with no loading bar. Though he may've destroyed the only computer he had, Landon felt slightly better, guessing the drive around his neck must've been a bad virus someone conned Todd into suckering to put into his computer, and Landon being the unfortunate victom.
With a bitter sigh; he pushed the lifeless laptop with the burnt image of the loading prompt, guessing he burnt the pixel's in the screen being too brutal to the device. Getting up; the weather had appeared slightly darker as he noticed the rain continue to pound heavier into the street below. Landon felt the worry from his chest for the moments subside as he turned to the jeans on the carpet bedroom floor. Rising out of bed; he felt his feet touch the plush carpet meet the soles of them, as he removed the grey pj bottoms and pull on the denim jeans and tighten the brown belt.
Bending over he found his aching muscles in his lower back as he bent over to retrieve the sneakers on the edge of the floor. Stomping lightly to adjust his feet inside the sneakers; Landon found his edge feeling starting to subside more, as the nagging feeling begin to pester his subconscious. Mr. Hart found his grey over shirt go over his two toned dark red and dark grey shirt, as the smoke color grey button up appear clean and crisp, even if the shirt had been on the floor for a week. Landon smiled at the joke as he needed it; shrugging off the thing with the computer as sign he worried too much, he pulled the android phone off the charger and tucked it into his front pocket. The blue tooth piece in his ear; he made his way down stairs to find the bar, unlit and empty. Turning on the restraint lights; the overhead chandeliers only flickered a moment but came on momentarily.
Landon questioned the reason for the lac of people or Martha not in the lower story of the bar, as he called out to her. His voice felt slightly rasped itself as he found only silence followed, a tv screen over the bar keeps spot on as a man in the suit spoke in front of a weather map. The white tube tv was only silent; as Landon Hart found his grip on the tv remote as he turned on the television volume to full blast as the older gentlemen spoke, "if you just tuning in…sever tornado warnings for the area of Tennessee area. If you live in the follow counties we ask you immediately take shelter." Landon felt the sinking feeling again as he waited for the man to speak, as he was silenced by a man whispering something in his ear out of ear shot of the public ear piece and mic set. His heart nearly sank as he viewed the prompt on the lower screen and found his hometown on the cut list, of warnings as the weather man answered his fears, "Its just been informed to us that a F5 has been spotted in the vicinity of Lynchburg area. We ask all residence to take shelter, this isn't a game…"
Landon Hart felt his heart sank as the man on the teleprompter spoke those words; back up the stairs, he found himself quick hop and skip to his bed room of the small narrow hallway. Peering out the window; the lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the hilly vally as the dark clouds were visible. The rain and what appeared to be hail could be seen, as it pecked his upper bedroom window. Landon guessed Martha had already seeked shelter like the rest of the residence of Lynchburg. Landon couldn't let this be the end of him; he had to find shelter quick. Turning his eyes to the door, something stopped him. As the floor slightly shook with a slight buzz, something of a train sounded in the far off distant. Landon knew the train station couldn't be running this time, it was then Martha's words from weather safety came into mind. "TORNADO!?;"Just as the thought screamed from his lips; the window beside his bed was busted by a piece of lumber as he fell to the floor scrambling to get cover from the other debris and hail pelted into the small bedroom apartment.
It was then; of all things, Landon found the computer screen from before flicker to life. Landon found his heart and stomach knot up as the loading bar beaconed a tremdous glow. Flashing repeatedly as the distance was a tornado heading his direction, as he felt this was the end. The nagging notion of words he bellowed what he thought was a scream, or his last pantered breath, "GET ME OUTTA HERE!?" Landon felt the vocal cords become strangled as his world began to grow white and with a moment blacked out….as the computer screen flickered and with a tremendous light began to power casting a powerful light from a highlight of a beacon of light and energy. Instead of the sounds of the southern twister noise of ripping the bar apart like Landon thought; he drifted into a plane of sleep and found only peace…and sound of the open breeze.