Yeah, this is pretty much a spoof story I made that I've actually been plotting for a long time. Sorry the intro sucks. ;
A young girl rested on her bed, biting down her lip anxiously as she played button-smasher with her controller. "Ohh, oohhhh…!" she moaned as her Rhydon's HP levels dropped to a mere 21. She was in trouble, and she knew it. This calls for some drastic measures, she thought determinedly, going to her cheat codes quickly.
"Rachel!" came her mother's voice. Rachel rolled her eyes and continued flipping through, while on her Pokemon Stadium game, the announcer's voice said "What's the matter, trainer?"
"Rachel!" came the call again, only this time it sounded angry. And so was Rachel. With a snarl of frustration, she tossed the piece of paper aside and paused the game, opened her door and ran to the end of the top of the stairs.
"What, Mom?" she asked exasperatedly. This was a huge battle, and here her Mom was interrupting it. Apparently she didn't understand the true meaning of being able to win a Pokemon battle without her elder brother's advice.
"Rachel," her mother said from her room. "I need to you take care of the cats' litter boxes. They're filthy, and I don't want Autumn going on the carpet again." Rachel sighed, her chestnut bangs falling over her face.
"Yeah, Mom…" she groaned, trudging back downstairs.
"Don't you give me lip, young lady!" her mother warned and Rachel merely waved her off, knowing the woman couldn't see her now. She was back in her own room which was conveniently next to the dining room, flopped out over her bed. She resumed her game, but now her entire train of thought was gone, and in a matter of moments, Bulbasaur cut through her Rhydon, causing her to white out.
"Dammit!" she hissed angrily. She was 16, and yes, maybe a little old to be playing N64, let alone Pokemon, but who cared? It was fun, addictive, and it let her vent. She had always loved Pokemon, right from the day her brother, whom was 2 years older than herself, showed her a Poliwhirl card. She was infatuated with the idea of using these adorable creatures to fight. Soon, that Poliwhirl became hers, her brother's claim being that 'the corner was bent'. She figured he just wanted her to stop begging. And no matter how hard she tried, no matter how many cards she collected or traded, she was never good enough for her brother. He kicked her butt every time, and it annoyed her to no end. So when he had bought Pokemon Stadium, shortly before leaving for college, Rachel took it over and began fighting., learning tactics to help her. But she was still an amateur at best.
"I'll take care of the cats later," she muttered to herself as the game restarted. But there was something strange about the opening screen…Had that Charizard's eyes glowed? Or was it just something she had missed before…? She gasped as the power surged for a moment, everything going black.
"Mom! Fuse!" she called. Rachel looked puzzled when there was no response. "MOM! There's a fuse out!" she called again, moaning as again, there was no response. She tried to stand up, then crumpled to the cold ground without warning. "Mom…" she murmured before she let her head drop. She expected it to hit the floor, for her long, red-tipped hair to spill out behind her like a fiery fountain, but instead it felt like she was just falling. She freaked out for a moment, giving one last scream for her mother before she saw a boy in front of her, glowing in the unnerving darkness. His hair was silver and his eyes a little slanted, ruby red in color. Rachel's own hazel eyes widened in fear and clung to the boy. She didn't know him, but he was all she had right now. "Help me…" she sobbed, then everything went black as his arms wrapped around her and he whispered, "I'll try…"
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So how was Chapter 1? I know it was a little choppy, but I hope it gets better from here on out. I don't really know why I picked the name Rachel, and I haven't decided on a name for the mysterious boy yet either. But yeah, half of it was rambling. I ramble. Deal with it.