A.N.: Don't worry. It's my first fanfic. There will be mistakes.
Thoughts
"PokeSpeech" (not very creative now aren't I?)
"Speech"
"Telepathy"
INCOMING SECTION CHANGE!
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It was a generally dull night. Mom was downstairs, conked out in the middle of an old black and white film, which was playing loud enough to keep me up. Dad was out of town, on a business trip with his boss. He's the vice president of a technology company, of which I cannot name at the moment. My brain was fried. I was navigating a Legend of Zelda dungeon at the moment (and getting horribly beaten at the same time). Eventually, after my butt got whooped, I closed my DSi silently, placing it on my bedside table and making it look like nothing ever happened. As I laid down, out of energy from playing Legend of Zelda - Four Swords, I fell asleep.
[-TWO HOURS LATER...-]
A loud thump greeted my ears along with the wind picking up. Last I checked, The Weather Channel said that there would be almost no wind tonight, not gusts of up to 50 MPH! My anemometer read a 50 on the highest speed range. I forgot, I was crazy pampered due to my dad's position. I got up, slipping into a pair of night pants and putting them over my long johns, before putting on a thermal t-shirt and a long sleeved sweater. To finish off that, I picked up my trusty metal baseball bat and a semi-auto foam dart launcher.
I walked down the stairs silently, slipping into a pair of boots at the back door. All the curtains were down, so I couldn't see a thing. Once I was ready, I opened the door. A blast of cold, dry wind, coupled with dust, rammed into my face and tore through the back room like a dust devil, daring to tip over everything unanchored. As I walked outside, I closed the door behind me, buffeted by the ever-slowing wind. I brought my dart launcher to, turning it on just in case. The flywheel whirred to life, quite loud, in fact. I turned on the tactical rail lamp and began to advance through the fog of dust and smoke. What could have caused this? I continued walking through the smoke, coughing a few times before I saw something.
It was about the height of our shed, and just as wide. That made it about 15 feet by 15 feet, which was monstrous. It was glowing orange and slightly pulsating. "What the heck..." I said, gazing in wonder. My steps slowed to a slow walk as I came up to the huge mass, a large meteorite. I just wanted to... Touch it. Hug it. Try and lug it all the way back to our house, even. Wait, it IS in our yard, so it already is at the house. I reached out to touch it, and rested my index finger of my right hand - my gun hand - on it.
... Nothing happened. I decided I could use my whole hand, and took the gun from my right and put it in my left, curious about the rock. I touched it again, my whole hand touching it this time. This time though, a yellow glow started to surround my hand. Curiosity furthered, I put down the dart launcher and rested my other hand on the spatial stone. The same thing happened, my hand was enveloped in a yellow glow. However, when I tried to move away, my hands were stuck there, as if I were super-glued to the spot.
The stone itself started to glow the same yellow as the glow around my hands. I must have done SOMETHING, because now the glow was surrounding me! I was basically a giant yellow lantern now, immobilized by this yellow stuff. A powerful energy started to flow into me through my hands, now having initiated something. But what?
As the energy flowed through me and started to reach my brain, with all this new stimuli, it basically shut down on me. I winced in pain, then collapsed to the ground, freed of the yellow glow, and blacked out.
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END OF CHAPTER 1
How'd I do?
