Author's note: Okay! This chapter's gonna have a few different POV's! I'm gonna leave you guys on a cliffhanger from that last chap, although I set it up this way. You also won't be able to guess who's POV the first one is, although this character WILL have a major role. Lastly, from now on, I will have dates, times, and locations on each change of POV.
…sorry for the late update. Here's my sorry excuse: look at my profile on youtube (AshxMayforeva) to see my background and profile icon I worked so hard to make. You'll see a connection between this fanfic and the background.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the content regarding Pokemon in this story, however I do own the plot and characters.
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???'s POV
Unknown Date, Time.
Twinleaf Town
Ugh. Not this again. "I'm fining you a million dollars for being late!" This guy's really getting annoying. Hmm…attack or not…After giving a swift punch to the head, I continued onto Sandgem town, meanwhile thinking about which starter to choose.
In terms of battling, Chimchar, the fire monkey, would be most agile. But then there's Turtwig, this…leaf thing, which has unbelievably high defense. And lastly, Piplup, with a mixture of both offense and defense, but none as high as Chimchar or Turtwig. So WHAT do I choose? Hmm….Turtwig's final form is Torterra, which can counter Chimchar and Piplup's final form. But that's the same with Chimchar and Piplup! Argh…what to do…Well, not focusing on abilities, which one would I like? No, no. What am I thinking! I can't choose depending on which one is preferable! I'll never become champion that way…I'll never…
"Hey! We're here! Hello? Wake upppp!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Palmer. Guess I better pay more attention to our surroundings. It'd be a mistake to do what I just did on a journey." I made a mental note of that.
"Yeah, yeah. You're always talking about precautions. Let's just hurry up and get your Pokemon, alright?" Palmer sneered out.
I winced. I guess he's still upset that HE can't get his Pokemon at the same time. Such a competitive streak… "You should be glad they only delayed your journey for nearly destroying Verity Cavern!"
He looked at me with annoyed orange eyes. "Well, it wasn't MY fault they frightened me and started the fireworks!"
"Well, it's not their fault your fireworks didn't work PROPERLY!" I looked over to the Professor's laboratory, and decided to ignore Palmer for the time being. There was more important matters at hand. He ran in the laboratory first, I bet somehow hoping the Professor would forgive him and give him his first Pokemon. I took a deep breath, and stepped in. Stepped into my future. "Turt! Char! Pip!" Stepped into the place where I'd receive the first part of my dream. Stepped in to………find Palmer crashing into me.
Beach's POV
February 27th 2010, 5:30 PM, around 14 hours before Shield's departure.
Littleroot Town
So. I looked down towards the palm of my hand, taking a perplexed glance at the necklace. This necklace was a gift for a beginning of a friendship, although I was giving it to a friend who is moving away. 'The blue feather.' That was the name of the necklace, passed down from the Collision family, also known as the family with the great Tower Tycoon Palmer. I looked over to my Abra, who had always been with me, unbeknownst to my friends. He helped me read the emotions and thoughts of others. Speaking of Abra, I remember the day I met him-"BEACH! ARE YOU IN THERE?" Spirit suddenly barged in, looking worried, frantically scanning the large room, until he saw me, sheepishly hiding Abra, with no avail.
"Where'd you get that-…there's no time for this! There's these creepy dudes wearing ridiculous outfits, and this old guy outside, asking 'where's Beach? We demand to know.' They also said some other weird stuff, something about a host, time, and space." He explained, running out of breath.
I thought it over. "Well, they DO sound…umm….interesting, at the least. Although the host part doesn't seem like anything good. Let's look take a quick peek?"
We took up positions at the window, and looked over at the people Spirit was talking about. There were at least 5 people with identical spacey outfits, and hair into a bowl cut, died white. There was the old guy, wearing a lab coat, and orange glasses, but I couldn't see anything else. "Whaddaya say we go down there and have a little chat?" Spirit cracked his knuckles, and grinned.
'He never was very welcoming with new residents. I wonder how he warmed up to Shield?' I sighed. "Fine, but we actually TALK to these guys first, all right?"
"As long as we get to do things…..my way." He replied with a smug grin. I told Abra to use Teleport; surprising them with a Pokemon move was the best way to "welcome" our new guests. I hung onto the fox-like Pokemon, and Spirit did the same too, with some awe at touching a Pokemon for the first time, then we disappeared.
"Hey! Look who's here!"
"It's the little kid from before!" The spacemen grumbled with laughter, and we sweat dropped. These guys were easily amused.
"So why're you guys here?" I questioned them. Their looks suddenly turned serious, and one of them looked towards the old man.
"Charon, this kid matches the picture you gave us. Shall we?" The old man grinned, and bowed his head towards them.
"You may."
'What are up with these guys? No one ever uses that kind of speech! They could be royalty, or something, with that language. Be nice to them. Even though the sound suspicious.' One of the spacemen suddenly lunged at me, screaming, "You're mine, Beach!" He drew his hand into a fist, and I was barely able to dodge it.
Ok. Maybe we shouldn't be so nice.
Whenever someone threatens a Twinleafer (author's note: I COULDN'T THINK OF A BETTER NAME! LOL), we automatically take it upon ourselves to rid this place of the wrongdoer. So if someone ATTACKS a Twinleafer….
The spaceman suddenly swung his fist horizontally, hoping to catch me in the face with a surprise backfist. I ducked, and swooped around him gracefully, if I say so myself, and stood beside Spirit.
"These guys aren't TOO nice, dontcha think?" My blue-haired friend asked me.
"Spirit, don't get too cocky. There's six of them, and only two of us. And plus, my Abra only knows Teleport, so it can't really help out much. It's not even trained well, so it can't handle another Teleport. Plus-"
"Beach, we can HANDLE them. Now you take the two over on the left," he pointed to the male and female (at least I think) in a battle stance, "and I'll take care of the old man and the three remaining."
We rushed at our opponents, handed tucked into fists, and the battle raged on.
A few minutes later because the author would have to make this fic rated M to show the fight
Whoa. Spirit was……well…..fast. He came over to help me the minute before, and we moved in sync, weaving back and forth to finish the last spaceman….err….spacewoman.
"Kid! Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'Don't hit a girl?"
"Sorry," Spirit smirked. "I don't think you classify as one of them." He then uppercutted her stomach, and opened his hands. I knew this technique well; I jumped off his 'hand-boost', and kicked the spacewoman hard in the face. We stood there, panting. It was over.
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…Huh?
Spirit's POV
February 27th 2010, 6:30 PM. 13 hours before Shield's departure
Littleroot Town
I whipped around quickly, hearing a weird noise coming from the bush I hid the old guy in. The bush ruffled, and out came……this thing, not the old man, for sure. It looked like some huge Turtle-thing, with spikes protruding out the sides of it's shell, and a gigantic tree coming out the top. It was green-brown, with four legs.
"TERRA!" It's scream surprised Beach, who turned around, shocked, like me.
"Ha! Do you ever think we'd come unprepared? A huge Torterra could never be beaten by a couple of weak kids like you!" 'So that was it's name! I don't think we can fight off this beast. That pointed scarred mouth looks like it has fired a lot of….. long-range attacks, so I doubt we could run. I could hold off that Torterra thing, and Beach could make a run for it….or…Abra!'
"Hey, Beach! Call out your Abra for a sec." I spoke fast, because that monster could fire at any time.
Beach listened, and Abra came out. It was sleeping. "At all TIMES! THIS! NOW YOU'RE SLEEPING!" I was furious, and began to shake the fox-like Pokemon, while Beach tried to coo Abra out of its sleep.
Torterra, meanwhile, was charging some beam thing, so I knew there wasn't much time. "COME ON ABRA! WAKE UP!" The monster launched.
Damn.
Closer, closer…Abra wouldn't wake up. I had to act fast. Closer, closer. I pushed Beach out of the way, and my back took the hit of the beam, meanwhile shielding Abra. 'Shit. It can't end like this!'
I fell to the ground after the blast, back heavily damaged and bleeding. "Hey Beach." I seethed out the words as my tremendous pain ached from the blast.
"S-Spirit? Y-You shouldn't be speaking! I need to get you out of here!" She sobbed out words.
"It's too late now. No human should be able to withstand a-a-a…" "…It wasn't supposed to end like this. Everyone was supposed to grow up….and…."
Everything went black.
Beach's POV
February 28th 3:30 AM. 4 hours before Shield's departure
Oldale Hospital
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'Damnit. I couldn't do anything. He just………' I held back tears, being the strong person I was.
'Shield. Spirit's Spirit, in a couple of hours, will stay with you forever. For Eternity.'
I looked down at The blue feather. I looked down at Spirit. "I won't say rest in peace, because I know you aren't dead. Just.....get in there safely, Spirit."
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Author's note: I'm not good at sad stuff xD See ya next chapter!
