A Different View
January 19, 2000 12:24 am
I'm outside tonight night as I often am. My folks think I'm protecting them, but the entire time I have been living here there has never been any real danger. There might be an occasional wolf that wonders around out here. I just tackle it and it gets up and runs away. I didn't want to kill it, there is no need for it. There are already enough reports going around the world of Pokemon killing defenseless animals with their powers.
It's windy and there is a fog being created by the storm tonight also the intense snow fall isn't helping. I am lying on a porch with a roof over my head so I am not getting snowed on. I have a nice view down the driveway so I could see if there were any intruders on the property, like I said before I consider myself to be a bit of a guard.
Ever since I evolved in to a Glaceon the extreme temperature of this place during the winter doesn't seem bother me. Hell even when I was an Eevee I liked playing in the snow. My first owner was a bit of a fool, always looking to have a good time, so I have learned how to enjoy some of the simple things around me.
I was born in Anchorage. I'm one of two sisters and I also have a brother. But they were sold to trainers down in the lower part of the country long ago. We were all evolved at an early age. My sister became an Espeon and my brother became an Umbreon. My father is a Jolteon and my mother is an Eevee. They still live in Anchorage with Carl, my first owner.
I was bought by this family three years ago because there son, Brian. He was going to become a trainer but instead he graduated high school with honors and went to Canada to study law to become a lawyer. I became a house pet for his ageing parents.
Because of a legal diffrences between Canada and the United States I couldn't move my residence to Canada. The restriction was put in place back in 1991 and it basically states the following. If a Pokemon is registered to a citizen of the United States then that Pokemon may not be re-registered in Canada. This restriction is a bit dumb, but Canada is a non-battle country. It also has a cap on the amount of Pokemon that are allowed in the registry. These stricter laws governing ownership and breeding and importing is the reason why Canada doesn't have most of the problems that plague the United States when it comes to Pokemon.
When Brian was around he taught me the English language and some stuff about North American pokemon law that he thought I should know, including the reason for why I was not allowed to relocate with him and had to stay with his parents. Even though I know English I will still use my native language at times, mainly when talking to other Pokemon.
My current owners are getting old and I am still young and they say that I have a lot to live for. Their solution is to put me up for adoption and retire to some place warm, like Florida. They don't want me to waste my time in Florida, it being one of the states where pokemon are not allowed to battle, but is battling all there is to live for? I was told that it would be for the best that I belong to someone young and adventurous.
Living in a town with only a hundred or so people, most of them know who I am. During the day when I am not at home I am often seen walking around town. Sometimes I will go over to Nathan's house. Nathan is the only major trainer in town. He has an all eeveelution team. I have learned most of my fighting moves from them. In spite of them being more powerful than I am, I'm accepted like family among them. I will admit it's boring as hell here, But at least its peaceful.
A snow flake hit my nose, I licked it off. I could hear an approaching truck in the distance and thought nothing of it. I just looked down the driveway and waited to see the orange lights of the truck streak on by.
But then I heard a loud thumping sound accompanied by the squeaking of springs. I could see the orange lights and the glow the headlights made in the fog though the trees. It took out the mail box as it ramped up the embankment that was on the side of the driveway.
The cab sailed over the driveway and
over the yard that was on the other side as it cleared the downward slope, all this and the trailers tires never left the ground. Before the front wheels could make contact with the ground it slammed in to the big pine tree that was in our yard next to the road. The hood of the truck crumpled as the truck pushed on to the tree. The force of the trailer made the back of the cab lift up as the front touched down. It was one of the worst noises I have ever heard, the crunching metal along with the shattering of glass.
Just then I saw a shadowy figure get ejected from the cabin of the truck and thrown past the tree as the rear of the cab hit the ground and the back of the trailer blocked the driveway. A light turned on inside the house. I knew that either Johnson or Margret was woken up by the thunderous noise. Knowing that they would be outside in a few seconds I felt no need to go alert them.
I made my way off the porch and in to the yard. The snow was as high as my belly so walking is a bit difficult but managed to get close to the wreck. The engine was no longer running, and after taking a good look at the right fuel tank, it was hanging by one bracket and it was dented but not broken. I was relieved to know it was not going to explode.
But I was curious about something else. I walked around the tree and lying in the snow, about 50ft from the crash face down with their hands up over there head was the driver. I saw Johnson approaching the wreck in inspect it.
"Over here!" I called out.
Johnson was a strong old man he and his wife were in their 50s. He lifted the unconscious man out of the snow and took him inside the house. I followed him back in to the house. Margret was already on the phone with the town's only doctor.
"The doctor will be here in a few minutes." Margret said as she hung up the phone. Being from a small town the doctor was always on call for emergency situations.
Coming Back to Life
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Hi, my name is Rob! And this is Skateboard Mayhem! My friend, Jamal is going to drive his car as I grab on to this rope that is tied to the bumper and speed down this road on the skateboard. As you can see I am wearing a Bidoof costume and Aaron is going to be driving that pickup truck behind me while Jack shoots at me with his paint ball gun.
I soon fell off the skateboard and as I ate the pavement (metaphorically speaking) I could feel pain again. Wait a second this pain is real. And it hurts! And this is not my Bidoof costume! And this is not my original concept for a wacky television show! What the fuck is going on here!
My eyes shot open. There was no light, it was dark. My head hurt and everything was spinning. My arms were in pain. It felt like I got stabbed with a thousand knives. For some reason I couldn't move my left wrist. It might be broken.
That's when my memories of the crash returned to me, but I didn't know where I was or what day it was. I was in a pitch black room, my shirt and pants have been removed and I was in my boxers. I was in a bed under some covers. I was glad to be away from the cold outside. But was I alone in that room was the real question, under the covers near my right arm was an unknown source of heat. I moved my arm and felt something furry.
It moved a little when I touched it with my hand; I quickly brought my arm back to my side. There was more movement, I was scared I felt whatever it was bump into my arm as it made its way slowly to the top of the covers. I couldn't see anything so I had no idea what it was, it could kill me if it wanted to.
I felt the covers rise to my right and go back down, whatever it is now right next to me. It got close to my face and I could feel its breathing. But then it backed off. There was a yawn followed by "Calm down." It was spoken in a female voice.
"Who are you?" I called out into the darkness.
"Christine" Said the same voice that told me to calm down.
"Christine who?" I asked as if this was some kind of sick joke. There was silence.
There was a knock at the door. "What?" I said like I knew who it was, I had no freaking idea who it was. The door opened and I turned my head to be blinded by the light from the doorway. There was a shadow of a man standing there. He walked in to the room and turned on a lamp.
I blinked my eyes to adjust to the light. The walls were made out of dark wooden panels and the bed had a blue quilt on it. And the place looked like it was kept clean. "Don't let her bother you." the man said "My eyes are not what they once were and if it wasn't for her, we might not have found you until morning."
At first I wondered what he was talking about. My head was still hurting. Then I noticed that laying to my right and blending in with the quilt was a Glaceon. A women entered the room, looked to be just as old as the man. She was holding my clothes. She put them down on the bed.
"I am glad to see that you're awake, the doctor said that were lucky to survive that crash. And he was amazed that you only had cuts and a broken wrist." She said "Lunch will be ready in a few minutes if you want to join us." She walked out of the room.
"The road won't be open until tonight so you can stay here until they open the road and you can call for a ride." The man said as he reached out to shake my hand. "You know, I never got you name."
"My name is Robert Laine, Most people just call me Rob" I said as I shook his hand.
"Johnson." He said. "But most people call me John." I looked at my arm and it was wrapped up in a bandage. It hurt to move but by now I was sitting up. "Well Rob let me know if you need anything."
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"Down the hall and to the right" He replied while pointing down the hall.
As John left the room I got out of bed. My head had stopped spinning and I gained my balance. I grabbed my jeans, they had a fresh clean smell to them. But my shirt had small rips in it, I'll just get a new one when I get to my bag. As I was getting dressed the Glaceon was watching me. I paused for a moment "hey." I said. I had to find out if that Glaceon could talk or did I bump my head to hard. She said nothing. She jumped off the bed and went out of the room.
There was a clock in the room, it was noon. I walked out of the room and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I had to piss badly. After doing so I went over to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. The first thing I noticed is that there was a bandage wrapped around my forehead. I took a look at my left arm and there was a white cast covering my wrist. After turning on the sink I splashed some water on my face to try to clean off some of the dirt. Using a nearby towel I was able to wipe away the dirt.
"Rob come and get something to eat." Said the woman from before, John must of told her my name. I walked out of the bathroom and I was starving. I haven't eaten anything since this time yesterday. I walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the main room of the house. I needed to find a phone and call Tim and tell him what happened. I don't think he's going to be too happy.
Nobody's Fault but Mine
January 19, 2000 12:27pm
I walked in to the main room of the house. The house was small, it had the feel of a log cabin but it was just a modular house. The main room had three areas. A living room, a dining room and separated from the two by a counter was a kitchen.
"Here you go." The woman said. I was handed a ham sandwich. I was hoping for a hot meal but being as hungry as I was I had no complaints, I started eating. Not bothering to ask her what her name was I proceeded to the next question on my mind. After swallowing the food I had in my mouth I asked "Do you have a phone I can use to call my boss in Fairbanks?"
"Over there." She pointed to a telephone that was hanging on the wall. I went over and picked up the receiver and dialed the number. After a few rings Tim picked up.
"Tim's Trucking, Tim speaking." Tim
"Hi, Tim." Rob
"Ah Rob, I have been waiting to hear from you, how are things?" Tim
"Not good…" Rob
"Not good?" Tim
"I crashed the truck, but I'm ok" Rob
"How did you wreak it? How bad is it!?" Tim
"Well I hit a snow drift and went off the road. I have a broken wrist and some cuts." Rob
"Where are you now?" Tim
"I am in Central with a family that rescued me from the crash. I would have called sooner but I blacked out." Rob
"So you're ok then?" Tim
"Yes, I'll be fine." Rob
"Where is my truck?" Tim
"I honestly don't know. I think it is somewhere in town by now." Rob
"Well when you find it, call me back. Any damage is coming out of your pay." Tim
Damn I thought. I should have seen that coming. By now I have finished off the sandwich.
"What's the word on the road reopening?" Rob
"Well I got a call from the DOT (department of transportation) crew earlier today and they received your load." Tim
"They did?" Rob
"Yes they did, but I haven't heard back from them since." Tim
"Ok, I will call later, or as soon as I find the truck." Rob
"All right, talk to you later." Tim
I hung up the phone and walked over to the living room area. John was sitting on the couch with a Glaceon lying down next to him. They were watching the news on a medium sized TV.
"With all the snow that has accumulated over night many roads have been shut down until they can be cleared. In national news an animal rights rally in Oakland, California turned violent when a Pit Bull owned by one of the Organizers tried to attack an officer. A Magnemite, owned by the police force shocked the dog to death. Tear gas was used to break up the riot. 14 people were sent to the hospital and 52 were arrested. The Oakland police are refusing to comment on this incident. In other news gas prices are expected to reach an average $1.40 by next month."
"Why don't you take a seat?" John asked. I took a seat at the opposite end of the couch from where John was sitting. "The world is going crazy ever since the mass population of Pokemon." John said.
"When did that happen?" I asked. Being as young as I was, I always thought things were always like this.
"About 100 years ago, that is when Pokemon first started to become popular among the poor and middle classes around the world. Before that Pokemon were wild creatures that were only found in the most remote parts of the world. They were only owned by explorers and the incredibly wealthy." John explained. "Stronger governments started putting ownership laws on Pokemon, while weak countries struggled to control the population and the Pokemon started running wild and killing animals for food. Sometimes just for the fun of it."
"Rob have you ever thought about owning a Pokemon?" I was somewhat shocked at the question. "The reason I'm asking is… We can't take care of Christine forever." He said while petting a Glaceon on the head.
"I need to be honest with you John, I'm not from Alaska. I live in North Carolina. I just travel up here for work. And besides, I don't know the first thing about Pokemon." I said while looking at the TV.
"So you're a southern boy th-" I stopped John right there.
"I am originally from Pennsylvania." I said, still looking at the TV.
"But you're southern now and we were considering moving to Florida so this will work out prefect!" John said. I managed to take my eyes off the TV at this point. "Well it's not like I haven't thought about owning a Pokemon. But I still don't have a permit." I said thinking, my friends will flip a biscuit over how I manage to get a rare Pokemon. But I soon discarded that thought.
"We got the permit three years ago in Fairbanks. It wasn't hard to get we just had to watch a video about the proper handling and care of Pokemon." John said.
"Ok well if it is that easy to get a permit then it looks like I got nothing to lose." I said after about 30 seconds of thinking. As we shook on the deal the Glaceon got up and jumped off the couch and ran down the hall way in the same manner she did before from the bed.
Communication Breakdown
January 19, 2000 1:29pm
Christine
I ran back to the bed room and kicked the door closed behind me. I wanted to be alone. He survived, that's all I can think about now. How? I saw him go flying shouldn't he have a broken… everything?! And now I am being given away to him! I know I want to get out of this town but this is a bit too much. I know I stayed with him when he was out of it, but when he said my name I found myself at a loss for words.
I found myself sniffing the spot where he was sleeping earlier looking for answers. A clue, a sign, there was nothing. From there I started thinking of a few ideas, a few good, others bad. Then I knew that I was going to confront him at some point and this time I wanted to try and use my words.
January 19, 2000 1:34pm
Rob
After watching the TV for a while I decided that it was time to locate my truck and asking a good question is going to bemy first move. "Is there a garage in town that my truck could have been towed to?" I asked.
"It's still outside" John said while pointing out the window. I went over to the window and looked out.
"Where are my boots?" I asked John.
"They are in the bed room, the one you were in." He replied while watching TV.
I walked down the hallway and towards the bed room. Opening the door I saw the Glaceon standing on the bed. She lifted her head up at the sound of me opening the door and jumped off the bed and ran past me and down the hall way.
I found my boots on the floor next to the bed and put them on. My jacket was still in the truck and being in a T-shirt I knew going out there was going to cold as balls. I never understood why people relate a temperature to their balls but I guess I was going to find out the hard way.
Closing the door behind me as I walked out of the room, I headed back to the main room. I saw the Glaceon again, this time walking around the room like she was waiting for something. I opened up the front door and stepped outside. Before I had a chance to close the door the Glaceon ran out the door and on to the porch.
I went up to the passenger door of the truck and tried to open it, but it was jammed. Looking back at the house I saw Glaceon walking around the side of the house and in to the bushes. I made my way to the other side of the truck looking at the broken driver side windshield. I was amazed at how I totaled a truck that is more expensive than the one I own back at home.
Looking at the trailer I noticed that the bulldozer was gone and part of the road was plowed and free of snow. Most of the snow was plowed on to my tuck making it difficult to get to the driver door. After digging away some of the snow I was able to open the door. The driver seat was slammed down on to the steering wheel so I had to force it back in to place to get around it. I finally made my way to the sleeper of the cab.
The first thing I did was grab my jacket and put it on. The temperature had to be around -40 degrees Fahrenheit. I got to my bag and opened it up. I noticed that everything on the shelves was a mess, so I started grabbing what I could and put it in my bag.
After getting all of my personal items I started to go for the snack food. A bag full of candy like m&m's, Snickers, box of Hot Tamales, can of Pringles (sour cream and onion), Mentos, Swedish Fish, a box of Twinkies, a bag of Doritos. I better stop, I'm giving myself the munchies.
With my bag packed it was time to go back inside the house and call Tim again. I shut the door of the truck and made my way back towards the house. I saw Glaceon sitting on the porch staring me down.
January 19, 2000 1:42pm
Christine
I saw him approaching; I wanted to say something, anything! But was there anything to be said? Of course there was, there was a lot to be said but I couldn't think of any of it at the moment.
As he closer I felt like I had to do something. I jumped off the porch and rushed at him as fast as I could. I jumped in to the air aiming for him. But he moved out of the way. I missed and landed on my feet. He dropped his bag.
Being behind him I tried it again. But he jumped to the right and I missed again. This time I landed sideways and rolled in the snow. So I tried something else, once again I was running but this time I took aim at his legs, he jumped up and I went under him. He just jumped over me! Not paying attention I went head first in to a pile of snow. I was stuck.
He was skilled and I could tell. I knew by the way he kept dodging me. He could hear me coming. Is this how he survived the crash? Just then he pulled me by my back legs and got me out of the snow. "Calm down." He said to me. I felt defeated I put my head down and walked to the house in shame. He was worthy of being my owner.
