This shitty little story is the product of a walk to the video store on a dark night while I was thinking about pokemon.
Do you really think I own pokemon? If you do, you need your head examined. All I have is a little Eevee plushie named Duke.
Red Cloth
Steffie was walking through the forest near her hometown, when she thought she heard something. Stopping and closing her eyes, she listened closely.
There it was again. The girl took off in the direction of the sound.
Pushing between some small bushes, she found an Absol with its paw caught in a hunter's trap. The pokemon wimpered again and tried to pull it's paw out from between the steel jaws of the trap.
Crouching down, Steffie carefully pulled apart the jaws of the trap so the Absol could get her foot out. Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out one of the healing potions that she always carried for emergencies. She sprayed it on the wound, but needed something to use as a bandage.
Reaching up, Steffie took off her red bandanna and tore a strip of material from the edge, then tied the strip of cloth around the wounded paw. As soon as she finished, the Absol bounded away into the forest.
A few weeks later, Steffie was walking home from the video store. As she started to cross the street, a car turned onto the street a block away and sped toward her, not seeing her in the darkness. Steffie screamed as she saw the car bearing down on her.
Suddenly, something slammed into her, knocking her to the ground out of the way as the car zoomed past just a few feet away.
Gasping for air after her narrow escape, Steffie sat up just in time to see an Absol bounding away, a strip of red cloth wrapped around its paw.
Well? This story was a load of crap and I know it, so don't hesitate to agree with me.