"What's up?"- speaking
Hello all! The first few chapters are to explain what Soul is like and how she tries to get around her blindness.
Now, I do not know what it is like to be blind and I am mostly trying to learn by walking around with my eyes closed and trying to hear where people walk and follow them (I learned my lesson but I'm sill, stupidly, going around with a blindfold or something on).
If you have any information, please PM or Review so I am more informed. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon except for some characters. I will not be specific about who my OCs are so, if you (points at you) try to take someone-even as little as a name!- tell me first. Or else I'll sick Yu on you.
Yu: Hell no.
Me: This is MY fic and I can make you run around in a tutu singing the "I Love You" song that Barney sings. So don't push me!
Yu: …
Me: }:)
Chapter one—
Hello, creepy stalker-boy
"Hey, Soul!"
I groaned softly and didn't answer, turning on my side and tried to ignore the boy who called me. No such luck.
"Hey," Ethan said, prodding my back with his hard, muddy shoe, "wake up. The Professor wants to see you."
I swatted at his foot, mumbling, "I don't care. Go away."
He chuckled. "Marill, if you'd please."
"Marill!" she chirped happily.
A strong burst of water soaked my head and shoulders. With a yell, I quickly sat up, shaking my head like a dog. Water dripped from my hair and face and I stood from my spot on the ground, and lunged at Ethan.
I got a face full of dirt instead.
Ethan was now behind me, laughing his head off.
Growling, I rose and, once again, pounced at him. He danced away from me trying to stifle his laughter; my fingers grazed his shirt but I didn't fall this time.
"You'd better hurry," he sang, jumping out of my reach again. "He said it's ur-gent. And you know how Professor Elm is when he's angry!" I had he feeling was wriggling a finger in my face.
I stopped my futile efforts at catching my friend; he was too quick. Glaring, I turned on my heel and marched to the place I was napping, snatched up my sunglasses and stalked off to Elm's lab, ignoring Ethan's snickering.
I'm Soul. I live in New Bark Town, a small town with a decent school and nice homes. Everyone here knows each other, which isn't odd or anything because there are a total of thirty-two people. Ten, including Ethan and me, are kids. Well, Ethan and I are the oldest: I'm thirteen and Ethan is fourteen.
In two days, Ethan is going to leave this town with his new Marill and start on his journey. In a week, two kids are going to leave. In a week and three days, another one goes. The others are either staying for a while longer, or are too young to leave. I am one of those few who are not able (or cannot) leave. Due to my being blind, everyone thinks I won't be able to go. But eventually, even if I have to sneak out, I'll leave.
Just you wait.
Eyebrows raised I asked, "What are you doing?"
Next to Professor Elm's laboratory, there is a large house that is connected to the lab. It is the professor and his wife and kids live here. Between the two buildings, there is a small, damp, and without a doubt, dark alley. Unless you know what your looking for, there is no way you will find that tiny, damp alley way.
Apparently, someone knew what he was looking for.
A man was in that alley, I only knew because I heard someone muttering under his breath and came to poke my nose in someone else's business; it's the funnest (and best) thing I do. The man stopped talking abruptly and I faintly heard a shuffle of movement.
He didn't answer and I could feel him staring at me. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes (even though he couldn't see them through my dark glasses) suspiciously and returned his piercing gaze- I'm sure I wasn't looking too far off; even though he made little movement, I still heard where he was.
He made a noise that could easily be mistaken for a growl and marched my way. "What I'm doing," he hissed, and I realized the man wasn't a man at all but a boy, and now that I was hearing him clearly, he couldn't have been older than six or seventeen, "is none of your business. Now leave."
I could feel the heat of his glare, though it probably would have been more effective if I could actually see him. This I was thankful for. So, just to piss him off, I planted my feet firmly on the ground and said, "Bite me." I suppressed the smirk that was trying to creep its way to my lips and continued, face serious; "There's some creepy kid in a dark, abandoned alley that hardly anyone notices, muttering under his breath. If that doesn't spell 'SUSPICOUS!'" I spread my arms wide, hands splayed, "in big, bold, red letters, I don't know what does!"
Oh, I wish I could see his face right now!
The totally unsuspicious, creepy, stalker-boy stalked closer, his feet making barely any noise. He grabbed me by the shoulders (me protesting by kicking him very hard in the shins and flailing, hoping to hit his face and break a nose or something) and literally kicked me out of the alley.
I yelped when he sharply kicked me, causing me to land painfully on the ground, face-first and out of the alley. Luckily, my arms protected my face from the dirt and concrete and I wasn't too scratched.
Snarling like an Ursuring, I leapt to my feet, clenched my fists and was this close to jumping on him and ripping his hair out, but the Professor stopped me. "Soul," Elm called from behind me, voice laced in confusion, "are you okay?"
I was tempted to tell him of the boy outside his window, but decided against it. If anything was to cause that boy bodily or emotional harm, I was the one who was to do it.
Hee, hee, hee.
"I'm fine, Professor," I told him, trying to hide the sudden evilness that longed to make itself known. "Just tripped on a bug, is all."
"Okaaay…? Uh, anyway, I need you to come inside for a minute, Soul. Follow me please."
I followed Elm into his lab, lifting my middle finger to the alley, hoping the boy was peering this way.
I'm pretty sure I heard him roll his eyes.
