Jordan; I got a new story and I suck I knoe but hey!
Kirby: -sigh- At its about POKEMON god how dumb can you get?
Jordan: HEY!
Kirby: It's true, I mean come one Pokemon?
Jordan: Oh yah say that to Jigglypuff
Jigglypuff: Jiggly puff jiggly jiggly…
Kirby: Oh I'm so scared it sings…to…me –snore-
Hey this story was posted a LONG time ago. But i was bad and did not really do much with it. Well, I tinkered with it and i have 12 chapters up and I wanna start anew so heh.
Jordan and Kirby cut!
Yawning I stretched my aching muscles bearing upon my skin. Yellow and black were swooned together as I twisted into positions that made my body rejuvenate. My pulse thumped and slammed across blue veins, and I could feel my heart flutter and stomach squish as I heard the scuffle that shook among the branches.
Normally, I never had much trouble with sounds. Being electric and the rarest and strongest pokemon around my environment was a pleasure. Rattata's Weedles and Caterpies armed all over the forest, their scents usually easily established all over the forest. For example Weedle's scents are simple for they are stained with poison a bitter taste that would loom into your eyes mouth and nose.
Of course, this scent was different. It was concealed in an aura of strangeness, the varying scents scampered about. As they curled among each other. The scents of other Pokemon, sweet strangling scents and disgusting horrifying ones were coalesced together that made me clutch my nose.
The shuffles were looming closer, and my heart thudded. Hiding was probably the best solution to this newcomer. So I darted to an Oran bush, wishing that the strange thing would just slip away and never return. "The Apple" our name for the forest, from the luscious apples that hung from the trees fat with juices and sweetness they were the best anyone could attain. I usually acquired the most, my skills in fighting exceeded more than the others, and I could wrestle them off until they surrendered.
But the apples that made my mouth usually shudder with desire, faded. As I saw the approaching character that stood from the bush. His bouncy black hair concealed in the cap rebounded along his forehead. Blue eye layered the place with confusion, as his red cap followed along.
His clothes of a white shirt and green vest were strange, human? Wasn't sure, I had never seen a human only survivor's awful stories on how they repossess innocent Pokemon. I cringed as his jeans made a sudden movement. A leg inched forward.
My breathing stopped with an extravagant gasp. And I grasped my lips, from my stupidity being captured wasn't apart of this plan, I gulped. Coward or not, I had never seen a human and I only relied on rumors, which wasn't the most applauding thought.
Besides, I would rather hide and not be found then be noble and lose and be repossessed.
"I thought I saw a Pokemon." The boy questioned himself stupidly. He cocked his head in a tilt, and smoothed his hand over his belt, revealing little balls (A/N :P ) red and white, my guess were his torturing devices.
As he admitted defeat, and strutted off back through the bushes. I let air bustle through my lungs and a sigh linger from my breath.
Bad idea.
The boy turned, his face alarmed yet ecstatic. He let out a toothy grin, and declared.
"I knew there was a Pokemon here!" His snide remark, made my blood swerve and I made myself yield, I couldn't play into dumb courageous tactics. I would become invisible; as long as he couldn't find me I'd be safe. But my instinct told me to scamper NOW. No, I thought. I refused to be caught by fright either.
So I lingered for a moment, just a moment. Until I heard a noise, that cradled in my eardrums and made the yellow tips slick and scurf. A swooshing noise that strangled my confidence. I whimpered in my thoughts, hoping not to be found.
"Go, get 'em Flick (A/N Can't spell tell?)!" His order of that poor controlled Pokemon made me shiver. And I tucked myself into a bush inside the itchy branches of the bush. The stale smell of the Pidgetto drifted, giving me the idea that this must be a powerful Pokemon. I knew Pidgey's evolved into Pidgetto's, though I never dreamed of seeing one. And I couldn't even imagine the trouble I would be in, they had excellent seeing Pidgey's and Pidgetto's, well I knew I wasn't going to be happy.
I ducked and tried to bury myself in leaves, their scents to rub off me.
But the sound of a calling slicked everywhere.
It found me.
I was helpless; Flick caught my movement of burying seeing a yellow paw circled about. And the Pidgetto croaked another one, to his master. I saw the boy eyes flicker with excitement.
"Sic 'em girl!" His demand made me cringe and the Pidgetto dive for me. I yelped, in the fort of the Oran bush the Pidgetto was useless to attack me. But my cheeks hurried, they rubbed with electric energy and crackled as the static made my cheeks chafe each other. The boy noticed Flick inability to attack, and gave another order.
"Gust now!"
Flick glowered at me, and I caressed myself, as her flapping of her wings made a swirl of air. A tiny tornado that charged for my hiding place, I tried to block it or dodge, but I was trapped.
I felt my feet rise from their posts and the leaves crumble and shake, as I was lifted and heaved into the sky. The tornado shook me around and my head spun feeling nausea gurgle my throat. My eyes watered with sand that tucked between eyelids and stung painfully. I crushed my blue eyes together feeling the relief of rubbing your eyes. And it was only a minute then I was thrusted to dirt. The attack was strong and pained my sides, the glowering pain made a grimace slicker across my mouth. I moaned. I grunted and cursed, that I was now in the open.
"A PICHU! FLICK ATTACK!" (A/N Ha, ha, ha I know you thought it was a Pikachu. Yah I know! I like Pichu's better than Pikachu's) I was revealed, and the Pidgetto dived down her talons glistened as they tore my skin, yellow rippled to a red. And I lurched forward cheeks hustling with desperation. I made a futile thundershock, unfortunately missing. The compelled Pidgetto dodged and soared downward again. This time I knew more than thundershock would work, I had to be more physical if I wanted to escape. So I set off for an air born tackle, I pressed the dirt and flung at Flick, my skull crashing into hers.
The painful recoil was annoying, but I had thrown her off. She was dazed as she hovered over the ground, groaning. And the boy shrieked encouragements. But I seized the moment, I dashed across the forest floor and let my cheeks slide together, I took off a thundershock, maybe one of the best I had ever done.
It shredded the skies and entangled Flick in an electrifying embrace. She screamed in steamy pain, and the smoke curled off her body.
"Flick! Flick! Are you okay?" The boy pleaded as his yes felt the urge to capture and use me as a slave. I loped at my chance to escape and scuttled all the way down my triangle ears flapped and the stench of smoke bitterly engrossed them. I'm going to make it! I'm going to escape! My optimism was shattered along with my back. For Flick wasn't okay, but she wasn't going to forfeit her challenge. She had lunged at me, slashing my back over and letting pain ground me. The taste of blood trickled inside my mouth and the tart taste made me puke.
I turned and tried to bite, but Flick dodged slamming into me. I slid down the dirt that stained my fur; lingering there I observed my options. I had to leave, but this Pidgetto wasn't going to give up so easily. I rolled over and used growl. My snarls were pathetic they simply bounced off the Pidgetto, she twirled like a feather in the sky and spooned herself in a circle. She plummeted herself into me, and I was blown off course. My growl was useless, I was so standardized with Weedles and Caterpies that I actually believed my growl would intimidate something more than that. My stupidity clasped on my heart, and the bloods caked and dry cracked open slithering down again on my back. I groaned so weak my knees buckled and shook.
The battle was advancing and I was losing.
With a whip, I struggled under Flick's weight, though how I do not know; I slipped from beneath her bindings. She cawed and gave her wings a violent push that spiraled me out to the right, I stood my ground. Flick and I were face to face; in a stare down we eyed each other. Both resting upon the scattered leaves. I was so tired, and the bruises were welling on my arms, I also felt I may have broken or twisted my wrist from the struggle, from the disabled self. I grunted, and lunged at her, striking her but barely I brushed past her, disarming her wing as she quivered away.
"Flick distract!" The command was concise, and I was unsure what the human was conversing about. But Flick's sudden behavior blew me off course, she flapped and pecked, and once she faded from view I saw it.
A red and white ball winged the air, and skimmed the brush it opened and a blinding light came from it, I tried to dodge its attacks. But I was too slow and weak, and the demon ball swallowed me whole.
And I was finally imprisoned.
Jordan and Kirby cut!
Jordan: OH YAH YOU DIDN' THINK IT WAS A PICHU DID YA?
Kirby: -snore-
Jordan: Grrr… he won't STOP SNORING!
Kirby:-snore-
Jordan: You know I think he's doing it on purpose!
Kirby: -snore-
Jordan: UGH!
Kirby: -gets up- Heh, heh, heh works every time.