Inferno, Chapter 1
Okay, guys, this is my first adopted story. It was originally written by rennan, but since he or she (don't know which; sorry!) isn't interested in it anymore, I've decided to take it over. For the moment, I might accept OCs, but it kind of depends on who they are. If you want to send one in, just PM me (we should all know how to do that by now, newbies exempted) with their name, looks, personality, and background story. The order you do it in is up to you, and if I find interest in your OC, I will PM back and possibly ask for more information. In the meantime, enjoy this first chapter!
A Surprise Around The Corner
"Blastoise use hydro pump!" yelled a man wearing a black uniform with a big red R on the front. A boy on the ground, drenched to the bone and exhausted, was trying to stand up. But the giant water type hit him again, hard, and knocked him back to the ground.
The kid wore red pants with a yellow flame pattern from the shins. His vest was a dirty white and covered his red and yellow shirt, while his long, white hair reached down to his back. Two long, skinny red horns stuck out of his forehead in the shape of a V. He had on a pair of clawed gloves that looked like birds feet and reached a few inches from his elbow.
The boy grunted as he stood up from the drenched grass. His deep blue eyes scanned the field; not a tree in sight, though it was hard to tell because it was near midnight. He spotted what he was looking for, a Gardevoir lying face down in the cool grass. She was battered and beaten, but he could still see her breathing.
"That's good" thought the strangely dressed boy. He pulled out a strange necklace from under his shirt. It was a purple crystal embroidered with ancient runes. Hanging on to it was a metal dragon claw dangling from a string. He only had one shot at this.
"Blastoise use stomp!" The behemoth raised its foot for a finishing blow but the boy had one more trick up his sleeve. Mustering all the strength he had left, he dashed towards the Gardevoir, narrowly dodging the giant turtles' attack.
He snatched up the unconscious pokemon; the necklace gave off a flash of light, and then nothing was there. The boy and pokemon had somehow teleported away.
"Great," thought the uniformed man, "the boss will have my head for this."
Elsewhere…
The crystal was drained of power. It could either let you teleport several times for short distances, or one long jump before it had to be recharged by a psychic. This didn't concern the boy; right now he needed to find help fast.
He swiveled his head around to see where he was since all he told the crystal to do was get them as far away from there as possible. It just transported them to some random area. He felt so stupid, why not transport to a pokemon center? He took in the scenery as best he could.
They were near a forest standing in a field; he looked the other way and spotted something glowing in the distance. He quickly realized it was a house. With no other help in sight he began a very painful walk to the abode.
When he finally reached the house he was extremely exhausted. He banged on the door with his remaining strength. He heard some muffled voices, and then a shuffle. The knob turned and the door opened to reveal a woman in her late thirties who looked shocked at what she was seeing. The boy could only mutter two words before falling unconscious;
"Please… help..." The baffled woman, still trying to figure out who they were, had to catch the boy who was still clinging onto the Gardevoir. Unable to figure out what was going on, she dragged them inside and shut the door. They were soaking wet but there wasn't a storm tonight.
"What was with his clothes? More importantly how did they get so beat up?" the woman questioned silently.
"June, get the first aid kit and come down here." the woman called out. A young girl, around 13, ran down the stairs carrying a box with a red cross on it. As she rounded the corner she gasped; she was speechless. A kid dressed like a Blaziken was unconscious and clutching on to a wounded Gardevoir.
June's mother dragged them over to the couch and lied them down. She did her best to pry the boy's arms off the pokemon. After what felt like an eternity, she gently picked the Gardevoir up from the boy's grasp and set her down on the love seat; June, the smart one, was already tending to the boy's wounds, drying him off with a towel.
She was worried about the boy; he was banged up badly and had bruises and cuts everywhere. Whatever did this was probably trying to kill him, but why? She popped open the first aid and got out some medicine and bandages and started to work.
When they were finished the two looked more like mummies than patients. They tried to remove some of the accessories off the boy, but it was like they were glued to him. June's mother, Marie, placed her hand onto his forehead; he was burning up.
"June, hand me the thermometer." June dug through the box for a second before pulling out a thermometer and handing it to her mother. Marie stuck it in the boy's mouth. The numbers started rising; 96,100,107,115,130,140,150,155, until it finally stopped on 160. Her eyes were wide; he was almost twice the temperature he should be.
"June, go get an ice pack quickly." Her daughter nodded before rushing to the kitchen before coming back with a blue freezer pack, handing it to her mother. She watched as she placed it on his head only to have it quickly melt.
"This isn't good; I should call the pokemon center" she mumbled, but before she could walk to the phone they heard a groan. Their heads snapped to the sound; the Gardevoir was awake and staring at them. Then it did something neither of them expected it spoke to them
"Where am I? Who are you?" They were speechless; the pokemon waited for an answer. A minute passed before June spoke up.
"Did you ... just talk?" The Gardevoir cocked its head sideways before answering.
"Well ...yes… and no. I'm communicating telepathically, but don't worry. I won't read your thoughts." The two residents just stared, trying to make sense of all this. Gardevoir being able to sense emotions could feel the confusion around them, sighing.
"My name is Lora; who are you?"
"I'm Marie, and this is my daughter June." Then she begged the question
"What happened to you?" Lora put her hand to her chin and began to think. After what felt like forever, though it was really only two minutes, she spoke up.
"Well, all I can remember is that I was walking along with Blaze through the field when a guy dressed in black with a big red R on his shirt attacked me and Blaze with a Blastoise. I was blasted with a Hydro Pump and passed out; then I woke up here." Then it dawned on her.
"WHERES BLAZE?!" She was panicking now. She turned left and right before turning around to see the boy with an unusual style of clothing passed out on the couch. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before she calmly walked over to him and placed a hand on his head. After a few moments she took her hand off his head and turned around with a cheerful look on her face.
"His temperature is normal; that's good." This baffled the two girls.
"But how? A few minutes ago it was 160 and rising!" the younger of the two exclaimed. She was wearing loose polka-dot pajamas and her hair was a deep blue color. Lora nodded and said
"That seems about right, give or take a few degrees."
"That can't be right; a normal humans' temperature is around 98 degrees" said the older woman. She was wearing thick red robe and had black hair.
"Well, let's just say Blaze isn't a 'normal' human and leave it at that" the Gardevoir told her. Marie appeared flustered, then calmed herself and said
"This is all very confusing and it's late; we should probably get some sleep. There's a guest room upstairs; if you want, you're welcome to sleep there."
"Thank you very much; I appreciate that."
"June show our guest to the room; then head for bed." The girl simply nodded before motioning for Lora to follow her. Lora observed that the room was pretty nice. There was a bed in the back right hand corner and a desk on the opposite wall. The bed was queen size with a thin but heavy darkish red blanket and two big soft pillows.
The desk was a simple wooden one with two upside down T shaped legs. It had two drawers, and upon further inspection she found one held a big stack of paper; the other held some coloring pencils along with a few mechanical pencils. The desk itself had a strange lamp that was screwed onto the desk itself. Curious, she looked under the desk to find some metal bars and gears.
A few minutes later and she found the purpose of the contraption; the desktop was able to tilt at an angle and the bars held it in place. She reset it and headed to the bed. As she lay there, she wondered why the man attacked them, how they wound up here, and what happened after she passed out. After a few minutes she fell into a deep sleep.
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Blaze awoke to the smell of something pleasant cooking. He opened his eyes and slowly realized he wasn't in his bed. First off, his bed was bigger; second it wasn't as soft as this one was. He looked around, confused.
"Where am I?" thought Blaze, and as if to answer, all the memories of the previous day rushed back to him. He quickly sat up only to be painfully reminded about his injuries and literally roll out of bed, or in this case a couch.
He caught himself just in time to prevent a painful meeting of the floor and his face. Slowly, he lifted himself off the ground. He found that he was bandaged pretty much everywhere except his face. He heard something in another room, the same room the smell was coming from.
He limped into a doorway to find a kitchen and the source of the smell. There were three eggs sizzling in a pan on a stove. Only then did he realize how hungry he was. He looked around; no one here. He must have just missed whoever made these eggs. Licking his lips, he started reaching for an egg but noticed something; they weren't done yet. If he were making them, they would be done by now.
Confused, he picked the pan up to reveal a red hot eye. He lazily put his hand on it, but instead of yelping in pain he just stood there letting the eye burn his hand.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" This of course scared the crap out of Blaze, causing him to spin around still holding the pan and his hand still on the eye. He saw a young girl about his age with dark blue hair and polka-dot pajamas on, looking panicked. Blaze took his hand off the hot eye and placed it on his chest to steady his heart. He glared at her and told her
"You almost gave me a heart attack!" She replied in a half panicked, half angry tone
"You?! What about me?! I come in here to finish my eggs to find you trying to cook your hand!"
Blaze looked confused and took his hand off his chest to look at it then showed it to the girl. Amazingly, there was no burnt flesh, not even a single mark. Baffled, the girl walked up to him to examine his hand. The strange glove looked like a bird's foot but had no burn marks. Then she noticed something strange; the glove didn't have any seams. In fact, it didn't look like there was any cloth at all; but before she could ask about it, Lora entered the kitchen rubbing her eyes. She looked mad; they probably woke her up with all the shouting, but as soon as she saw Blaze that frown turned upside down. She rushed at him and tackled him to the ground, embracing him; the eggs wound up on the floor. Blaze would have returned the hug if he wasn't in so much pain. June had to choke down a laugh from seeing Blaze twitch in pain. Lora suddenly jumped off of him and hurriedly said
"I'm so sorry Blaze! Tell me, what hurts?" Blaze finally choked out one word;
"E-everyth-thing." Lora attempted to help him up by grabbing his hand only to jerk back in pain, waving her hand around as if burned. She glared at him, then her attention was caught by the red hot eye; she looked back at him and asked
"You touched the eye didn't you?" He simply nodded.
"Why?"
"Well, the eggs weren't done, so I felt the temperature of the stove. But as I was judging it, she came in here and scared me" replied Blaze as he pointed to June. Said culprit had had enough.
"Everybody stop!" The two broke from their conversation to stare at the girl, then she continued
"I want some answers n-" but she was cut short by a crash and glass shattering behind her. A giant robotic hand imprinted with a large red R stretched and snatched up Lora before dragging her outside screaming.
Okay, and here is where I end the first chapter to this officially adopted story. I must say, it took a lot of effort on my part, so I hope you found it enjoyable. Please review soon!