Chapter 1 – A long night indeed
Following advice from my reviews and my own personal opinion this chapter needed revising. I've sent a beta version out to Sweet but Psycho but I might as well share the beta chapter with all of you. So chapter 1 has been re-updated. I hope version 2.0 is better than 1.0!
ALSO SINCE I FORGOT TO DO THIS! I DON'T OWN POKÉMON OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS USED IN THIS STORY, THEY BELONG TO NINTENDO. THIS DISCLAIMER COUNTS FOR ALL CHAPTERS SO FAR AND FOR ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS STILL TO COME IN THIS PARTICULAR STORY.
Billy's POV
Day 1, sometime after midnight
As I was walking down the oil slicked corridor of our cheaply constructed boat, the gentle keel and the lapping of the waves sending waves of screeches and groans across the shabby metalwork, I began to think about our current decline in situation. I tried to shake it off, imagining all of the things I would do the certain unlucky grunts that built this wreck of a vessel, conjuring images of sadistic humour and embarrassment. But still it hung upon me like a curse; no doubt some people would be stupid and misguided enough to think that I deserved it. Those types of people wouldn't want to meet me down a dark alley. Even my sense of humour has abandoned me, ditched? Yeah that sounds better. My pride and dignity had left me soon after we were defeated by a gang of dream chasing Rangers, not that I care about them. How they can brag and boast about our defeat doesn't interest me.
"Congratulations! You managed to defeat me, what possible use will that be to you later on in life?"
Honestly, even the thought of Rangers makes me seethe with venom. I assure myself they will pay, and when their time comes I will be the one making their invaluable, futile, hopeless, meaningless, pointless and downright pathetic lives just that bit more unbearable. I know, cruel and evil, but that's who I am. Oh and thanks for the compliment!
Still though these thoughts only bring the flicker of a smug smile. Look Billy, just cut the Tauros shit and get to the damn point dude. Heck, I'm even talking to myself now. This situation's gonna take time, effort and energy - Good to see I have a positive motive at least. Always was the sarcastic type so HE claimed. The useless, good for nothing, needs to be restrained type.
Moping about my sorrows and fantasizing about pain won't help me now though. I have to concentrate on the plot to launch us into fame. Get ready world because soon the Go Rock Quads will be the coolest and most hip band to ever hit the nation, now that thought's pretty rad right? The plot's simple for me at least, basically we serve our time as Rangers (befriending Pokémon and other lame stuff like that) and gain the public's respect, then BOOM! Whaddya know, fame and fortune. All the possible chicks and booze imaginable - but not drugs, I may be one sick n slick shredder but I know my limits yeah! Though damn it there's still this feelin', this emotion that's hounding me and to tell the truth it's starting to piss me off. Maybe I just need some time to sort myself out? It's not like my rhythms gonna be great so I might as well wait.
Is this really the right call though big bro Billy? You're not giving up are you?
I may have lost my dignity and pride, but I'm not about to amuse some ranger brats. This is not surrender – a compromise if that. See, they get to train us and educate us and put us on track; while we get good publicity then all's well right? STILL this feeling though that I'm doing it wrong, what more can I do then hey? If this is what HE used to call weakness, then I've got a strong hook of it. My frosted fortress exterior has been melted and breached, shattered and pulverised. A bit dramatic? This is just my style right, role with it or you get lost dude or chick! Man I need a break and something strong to clear my head.
Just realised something else, more light into my seriously ungroovy err...dilemma wait, prob. Nah doesn't hit it right, stick with dilemma. Anyway, when we were given the option to train and "hang out" with them, I said quite bluntly "why the hell should we hang out with people like you dissers?" Lunick assured us that there would be no chillaxing involved, but Solana said that if we didn't accept then we'd be a waste? Of what? Sure if she secretly loves our music when it would be a waste. But I suspect that she means something else. And if that's the case, she must be pretty screwed up to think that I feel the same way about her. Yeah that's right, maybe she forgot that I tried to sick her with my Tyrannitar? She is a ranger though – might have contracted concussion. Besides, I have enough chicks to deal with already, and one of them is my sis as well...
"I give up" I decide to mutter under my breath. Whatever it is: guilty conscience, a sense of impending doom or simply my confirmation about how in this situation I'm not in control anymore – no big bro to protect those that are close to me. They know I'd rather die than let harm come to my siblings, and there's hell to pay if they do. Not that I'd ever admit hope much they mean to my, then I would have a weakness...
The lighthouse just flashed its faltering light at us, another thing that was probably built by incompetent grunts. God I hate them, but at least I have the rest of the frigin night to satisfy my darker side of humour. With my mind thought as it is,
It's gonna be a long night indeed bro, a long night indeed...
Hopefully this version of Chapter one sound more like the Billy I hope to portray. Again a shout out to Sweet but Psycho, who without her advice I wouldn't be half as good as I am. Thank you for the constructive criticism; it's the best way to get me going on the right path. Does this version of Billy sound more accurate? Anyway, on to the next chapter!
And for those wondering, yes Billy is by far the hardest character I've had to write. Garret's fairly easy to do; Clyde is fairly ok for me while Tiffany is interesting...But Billy! Still, it's all part of my learning experience.
