... Hi few readers of this story... If any at all... Here's the next chapter! So without outdo, let's start.
Disclaimer: The author does not own a Charmeleon, Nintendo/Pokémon Company does. I however do own the plot of this story and my characters. ... Which doesn't mean anything at all, actually. I mean, if someone would write a fanfiction about my fanfictions, then I doubt I actually have the right to stop them... Oh well, let's just start.
How he managed to flee from that… robot, he did not know. He ran to his home, screaming for help and a healer. His parents had shown great worry once he told them what had happened in that fan club of his. He was certainly no longer going to continue it. He wouldn't dare to journey and glomp around again, not after fulfilling his prophecy, a prophecy he had never expected.
What happened to the robot is unknown. Some people cowardly hid in their homes as it passed, in its search for Raymond. He couldn't blame them for that. Others had more courage and stood up against it. But the robot… it just vanished into thin air after losing sight of him. Just… one moment there, the next no longer. It was an investigation for the police, as far as they had any clues left for them. There was not even a prophecy mentioning the robot.
Or… was he wrong about that? Maybe… Nah, that one was just too stupid for words. Even if the robot had mentioned his bag constantly and even if he could swear the robot said something about a 'rock', it just couldn't be true.
It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It just didn't matter. He had told his story, he had proven it with the bullet and the fan club, which was now nothing but ruins. The wound wasn't too bad. He didn't even need to be brought over to a hospital. Not even a scar remained after that healing magic of that kinda odd nurse. He could return to school immediately, where he was now.
Raymond finished his lunch quickly. He always had his own spot on school to eat. Close enough to people he knew in case… those two showed up, yet far away to be alone. Well, 'own spot' is maybe misguiding. If someone else suddenly appeared to eat there, he would move to somewhere else, which would be his new 'own spot'. Without a single complain. It isn't smart to start up your fight if your opponent is a Charmeleon. Or a sorceress. Or just a normal bulky guy. But even if his 'opponent' was weaker than that, he would still move. Why complain over such silly thing anyway?
But yet… that rock…
The bell brought him out of his thoughts. A new class, to ease this trouble. Just this day and it was holiday already. He could feel the tiredness creeping throughout his body. Hopefully, he could remain concentrated enough to get the last important things, and then scream something random like 'IT'S HOLIDAY!' … in his head. Of course. He had enough trouble with those two already, he didn't need them to make another bullying joke.
"He's bound to pass this hall…" Oh freaking… Talk about the devil.
"You sure that you're, like, right about that?" Yep. It's them.
"He always passes this hall. I've seen him here multiple times." Well, not this time, Raymond thought as he turned around. He went straight into the crowd, that just started forming. Some familiar faces, some really familiar faces, some not. But he should focus. Just gotta take the other route. He would be later, but still on time.
"I'll search this hall, you guard this place. We'll find him." Oh crap. Raymond would need to hurry up… or he would catch up. Raymond pressed himself through the crowd, gaining a few complaints that flew straight through his ears anyway. He simply pushed everyone else aside, getting closer and closer. Sweat started appearing on Raymond's forehead. It would be sooner or later now… He took a sharp corner, hoping he would be just in time…
"Ah, there you totally are!" Raymond nearly jumped up as she suddenly appeared before him. He tried to pass her, but he didn't count on her high heels that moved before his own shoes. He fell over, just as the other bully appeared.
"Looks like our tactic worked." The two gave each other a kiss on the cheek. Raymond watched them as he stood up. The two bullies. They the stereotype for each gender's. Isa was a girly girl, so to speak. Long, straight blond hair, a face that was covered in lots of make-up, big earrings, and a white Summer dress… while it was almost Winter. She had also black high heels, which, as you might remember, just tripped Raymond.
Connor was the stereotypical sportsboy. Okay, maybe he had less muscles than the true stereotype, but still. Short black hair, endorsed with a lot of gel, a shirt with some team name that Raymond didn't really care about, a jacket over that shirt, jeans and shoes that would be more useful in sports than walking for a few hours.
However, they had one thing that stereotypes had not. They both had found love in each other. It was a couple of two bullies. She loved torturing Raymond, he loved torturing Raymond, it was simply a match made in bully heaven. They were long going too, and they were both quite serious about their relationship. Everyone that watched the two, knew they would end up together in a not too far away future.
It made Raymond quite jealous of them. He attempted to walk away, but the two joined his walk.
"I've heard what happened to your fan club, Ray." Connor started with the conversation Raymond didn't want to join. He had some hope though, that maybe the event had made some respect for him. Just… maybe…
"And I heard that you chickened out like a five-year old girl!" Isa and Connor laughed aloud, throwing Raymond's hope in a nearby trash can.
"Yeah really, for someone that claims to have finished his prophecy, you are still a chicken. Just admit for once that that 'Ryam Ues' prophecy was a fake. You're not destined to save this world even once. You come closer to being a villain."
As if Raymond was happy with that prophecy. First, he gets to hear he's not mentioned in any prophecy whatsoever. Then he suddenly is in one, which ends in less than a hour. And now the only thing he gained from it, was destroyed.
He honestly had hoped for a girlfriend, but alas, that was too much asked.
"Yeah, and we'll totally stop you when that times comes. We have been in two prophecies by that time, so we'll be prepared for it." Another thing why Raymond couldn't stand them personally. Each of them were named in two darn prophecies, while he had to settle with that one-hour prophecy. Absolutely fair. Absolutely.
"Now though, what else have I heard? You're in yet another prophecy, without being mentioned in it? A rock is more important?" Raymond speed up his walk, time running out. The next class would start soon. The bullies sped up as well. A moment of realization hit Raymond though. How did they know about this rock prophecy?
"Honestly, are you like that pathetic? That even a rock is more important than you? Like, really?"
"It's a lie…" Raymond softly muttered, more to himself than to Connor and Isa. They still heard it though.
"Oh, so perfect pupil Raymond lies about a prophecy? That's the first time you admitted it. Call Guinness World Records! The record for being honest the longest time in your life has to go to someone else after all!"
"Connor, we have to go, like, right now. We can't be late again… not after yesterday…" Isa softly pulled on Connor to their way. Connor thought a moment about it.
"Yeah, you're right. Hey Ray! See you next time!" But the words never reached Raymond's ears. He had entered his class, math. Just some logical thinking, something different than this madness that has been going on now.
Somehow, he had expected worse. More mean comments than he just got. The bullying seemed finally to die out, after all these years. No, Connor and Isa weren't always bullying him. He had other bullies after him in the past. All the time he let it come. No wait, he didn't. He tried typical 'solutions' for this bullying matter. The sad thing is, nothing seemed to work. Stand up against the bully? That's what they want. Try to talk it out? Never got that far. Try to be a normal teenager? Past bullies still got him for what he did in the past. Try to be yourself? That's what got him into this mess. Ignore them? That's what they want as well. Still, the latest was the best solution if you managed to get away quickly. Just endure and walk away… he should consider himself lucky that he didn't get the real bullies, the ones with a love of violence. Now that would be trouble.
He wavered his thoughts away, for math should no occupy his mind. He went to his usual sitting spot, a lonely place in the front. It's not like nobody wanted to sit with him (well, he simply wasn't sure about what the others thought), but he just preferred to have the table for himself. More space to put your books on…
He wasn't too ensure if he was being honest with himself about. It was true, but he wondered if it was really his priority, or if it was a lie…
He looked to his opened rucksack. He left the zipper open, the zipper where he kept that rock. After all that had happened, he started to wonder if the prophecy was truly that odd to be not true. If it was a lie, or not. A glimpse on the medium large rock told him both things, due different reasons. The rough outside told him it the prophecy was a lie. The fact that he kept that rock in his rucksack anyway told him it might be true.
Maybe he should pay that prophet a visit again. After all, holiday would soon start anyway.
And so the second chapter ended. Next one will be up much later, as I will focus on some of my other stories first. I think... Maybe not... Oh well, see you till next time!
If someone read this...
