Pokemon Life Crystal ~ Episode One, Revenge Of The Living Trash
Chapter 1 ~ Ash's Point Of View ~ Troubles in Trubble Town
"GOAL!" Ben screamed, running rings around the awed defenders. It was a regular Saturday evening, with the air as breezy as it always is around my area. The wind crept under my legs, and howled in despair as the two strikers, Joey and Kyu warmed up again by kicking around thin air. "Nice one, Ben! Showed real skill there. In the next few years, you could progress through the Youth Academy!" my freckly friend, Simon, laughed. Ben glanced over at him, smiled, and jogged over to the mud-splattered halfway line. My eyes stung thanks to the air resistance when I sprinted, but not even watery, half-blinded eyes could stop me taking some glory home. But as my so-called buddies claimed, I couldn't kick an elephant if it bent down in front of me. Kyu's dad, the referee of the game, blown on his shrill-sounding whistle and the game kicked off again. The pace was exciting, but not once did I receive the ball. My selfish team-mates dribbled around slide tackles, and every now and again a wild Purrloin would decide to invade the pitch. We had to postpone the rather large kick-around for around 10 minutes at one point, just to avoid a mad swarm of Combee, glowing yellow in the ever-darkening evening sky.
After time, it got darker and darker, and it was edging closer and closer to the time I had to go in. By now, my ball-greedy team was dominating the match, with the score 5-2 to us. As the full time whistle blown, I walked over to Lianne and Daz, who were absent-mindedly staring into a house window. "What's up, Lianne and Daz?" I asked hastily. They blanked me for a few seconds, then Daz spoke up and claimed, "We saw a inhuman movement. Unless it was just a pokemon pet the house owners have…But it seemed to be looking for something. Oh well, never mind. Hey, was that meant to be a pun or something?" Daz normally takes ages to get the jokes I blurt out in school, but over time he improved with the logical bits of the jokes. But this time, he seemed to only focus on that window, which was rather unlike him. Lianne, one of the most intelligent in our class, merely stood there, not realising I was there. The movement they happened to see somehow bothered them, so I just left them there and walked down the gloomy, pitch-black alleyway. It was so dark I was forced to stretch my arms out to see if I touched anything. I couldn't even see my own arms! Overhead, a Beautifly zoomed past, leaving behind silver wisps of smoke that half-illuminated the alleyway. I realised it was SleepPowder, one of Beautifly's most used moves in pokemon battling. Not wanting a single particle touching me, I raced ahead, going further into the darkness engulfing me. All of a sudden, my feet scrapped against a ripped up magazine, and I was at my street. A few stray Bidoof galloped up to me, and I reached out and smoothed them. "Hello there, big boys, and quite possibly big girls." I mumbled. All of a sudden, there was a flicker of street lights, and they went out completely. "What the?" I asked myself, my eyes darting around, expecting to see teenagers messing around with the cables. I crept slowly backwards, into the alleyway. The cold made me shiver, and all I wanted was to get out of there. But some invisible force was stopping me heading back to Daz and Lianne.
"HELP!" I shouted desperately. But not one sound came out of my mouth. A Pidove pecking some leftovers cried, "Pi-pid?" and flew off. A squeak of dustbin wheels, and one by one they collapsed. Plastic bottles, empty crisp packets and more recycled materials came rushing out, and my neck hair stood on end. As my breathing grew heavier, my legs shook violently and a pounding vibrated through my head. A strong headache came, and I wanted to go back home, away from the dangers of the dark outdoors. Tree roots seemed to rumble underground, and leafs zoomed through the cold air like falling daggers. I faintly heard a low-pitched growl…And then another one…But where was it coming from? I wanted to go back to Daz and Lianne, but they seemed so distant now. I lost control of my legs, and my spine felt like jelly. But even in those conditions, I felt determinated to head to somewhere safe. The atmosphere didn't want me to escape, however, as I was paralyzed with fear and getting frostbite from the sudden gush of chilly winds. A string of thoughts bubbled in my head, as I thought this was just me being a chicken, and there was a power cut and….But then it came to me. The growl was a death call. I was going to die here!
That was the last time I could stand up. That was the last time I could do many things regular citizens can. Because as I thought about the death call theory, a pair of slimy arms wrapped around my shivering, sweating body and heaved me down into the depths of darkness. It went pitch black, and acid boiled on my skin. I felt a hot breath melt my thoughts, and that was it. The end.