Chapter 4: Capture
Summer telepathy
Ben telepathy
'Pokemon Talk'
Disclaimer:
Angel: WE DO NOT OWN POKEMON FOR ARCEUS' SAKE!
(still Summer's P.O.V.)
Falling falling falling from the sky…
Not fun.
I don't liiike it!
SPLASH!
Owwwww…
Water hurts!
Wait, that makes no sense. It's just water!
Damn it…
Hey, Mantyke – Mantyke!
You, give me back my Styler, I need that!
Come ooon!
Give it!
Don't you dare make me chase you…
Dang it! GET BACK HERE!
Glowing…
Oh, what's this?
Pretty colors…! Rainbow?
Temple?
My – hey, my Styler!
'My Lady, look out!'
Huh?
Wha – HOLY ARCEUS, it's huge!
AAAAHHHHHHH!
(Third Person PoV, with Ben)
"LET ME GO!"
They were grabbing at him, trying to tie his wrists.
Trying to take his mobility. Again.
Flashbacks poured over his mind into his head, giving him cold chills up his spine. He couldn't go through this, not again. He thrashed against their hold, their hands representing a different meaning.
Don'ttakemebacktothatplace...
"Leader, I think he's having a panic attack!"
The red-eyed man shook his head, recognizing the symptoms the Ranger boy exhibited. "No, it's PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms casually. "Interesting issue for a Ranger to have."
"Let me GO!"
"Leader?!"
"Put him out."
"Nononono…" Nonotagainpleaseno...
There was a sudden burst of pain across his temple, then black.
