Hi. This is my first authors note. Just wanted to say that I will be making more chapters, this isn't a one-shot. I'm going to try to release a chapter every two days. But due to it being the weekend, there might be two other chapters tomorrow... No promises. Also, tell me what you think of the cover? It took a lot of photoshopping. -Zwero
The strange chorus of Pokemon filled the cave that I was is. In the split seconds from me being trapped, my reactions ordered me to a large rock. Now I needed to formulate a plan to escape and reach the group of school children - or teenagers.
I could hear the sounds coming closer. 'Char! Pix!'. You could see the flickering shadows of what looked to me like miniature dragons. I could tell that there was at least, at the minimum, 20 of them. I'm not really sure what on Earth... Or if I am even on Earth, those things were. All I knew that they were "Pokemon" most likely from a TV show - or I think my brother also played some Pokemon games... Or something. Before all of this happened, when I walked in to clean up his junk that he wouldn't I would see the posters of Anime characters and various scribbles drawn hastily, pasted onto the walls.
It felt like walking into an art gallery of cartoons, but I didn't have time to think about the past. I needed to get my head into the game - I need to get my mind on the situation of what is at hand. The noises were approaching, and fast. I swear I could even see a mix of lightning and fire in the black-orange ceiling of the cave.
I can't tell what the group of people must have done now, or if they even noticed they left me. Have I been forgotten? I was always the last pick at school anyways. Barely scraping by at academics and sport. But now I have a plan: I will take my rag and light it on fire. Then I will use it to scare them, allowing me to escape.
In a swift motion, I mustered what little strength I had in my frail, stiff body, and half-vaulted-leapt over the large rock. I took some of them by surprise, as I sprinted for the fire, rag in hand, I knocked a wool jacket into the fire. A large "explosion" of fire erupted from the embers of the fire, catching my hand in it. I tried my best not to scream at the searing pain over my charred hand, as a shaky whimper escaped my lips. A few of those orange coloured things approached me. 'Charizard!'. I dropped the rag and ran like I have never had run before. Pain reaching every part of my stiff, unfamiliar body.
I couldn't take it anymore 'Gah! Damn you! ALL OF YOU!' I yelled, leaping over the horde of Pokemon with what little strength I had left in my charred, bleeding, sore self. I fell hard against a rocky outcrop. I felt the blood. The pain was too much. I half screamed-groaned and started into a limp. I didn't know how, but I half jogged-limped my way from those strange "Pokemon" to the sight of bright blue and white in the distance. The other people.
I yelled, my voice hoarse and raspy. I think there were one or two heads turned in my direction, but they didn't notice me. I felt sad as if I wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. It was then I noticed that I was not alone on the top of this hill looking down at the mass of heads, hair, and wet school uniforms. There were two things to my right: A person standing there - a person standing there with black, spiky hair, and a purple coat. There was also another one of those creatures, standing loyally at his feet. Tamed.
He must have noticed my attempt at a call for help, as he turned to look. His creature - or Pokemon - followed suit. I must have been quite the sight to behold. Soaking wet, messy hair, my body covered in blood, my arm chared, and my clothes ripped.
He surveyed my broken body, my tear soaked face, my charred, bloody arm, and my scared, horrified expression on my face. I felt like I might fall over at any moment.
I decided to try and ask for some help. 'Uh- H-hello?' I quietly said. I didn't think he heard was I said, so I repeated, a little shimmer of hope in my voice. "Hello?' I asked. I suddenly was overcome with the urge to lay down and go to sleep. And wake up in the real world. And realize that this was all of this a dream brought on by me to help cope with trauma.
His Pokemon walked up to me. I could see the curiosity in its eyes. 'Suicune. Return.' he muttered, before rotating away from me. He suddenly turned around, as if drawing a revolver in a generic western draw, and produced a ball, yellow and black, with a silver circle in its centre, from his hands.
Then, a blue glow, like a laser beam from "Star Wars" erupted from it. I leapt out of the way, expecting it to be some sort of weapon. As I fell on the ground, pain searing across my tattered body again, I noticed that the beam was not aimed at me, but that creature. The Pokemon quickly rose into the air, before turning into a sort of plasma in its shape, before returning to a blue beam again, now back in the ball.
I assumed that it was a weapon. But it seemed as if it was a storage device for organic matter. I shuddered at what would happen if the blue beam was directed at me.
The strange man, in his purple robes, looked at me as if to say a goodbye without words, before turning dramatically and... Vaporizing.
What was this magical nonsense? I asked before the pain overcame me, and I collapsed. I quickly fell asleep, the dark sky following. I hoped that I would wake up in the real world, all of this strange stuff a dream.
I wish.
