Ugh. I was planning to upload this yesterday. I even had everything planned out. I was going to upload the minute I turned fifteen that day.
But no.
I had a dentist appointment and piano practice.
But when I come home, I get to have the computer, get stuff done, set everything up...
Then my twin said he had to do homework.
Which he should've/could've done earlier when I got home, but no. Then he told me to wait a while, and I end up waiting for hours because he kept goofing off and playing games. And it turned out that it was an essay project.
PRO-
-JECT.
He spent hours, and he told me I could use it when he was done. And then my mother proofread, which takes hours, and apparently he was supposed to work over the weekend and have a rough draft. By then, it was 9:30, and I felt like crying, because I also wanted to get stress relief because of stupid, last second projects increasing my already fragile anxiety issues. And I woke up late that morning too.
And then I woke up at 2:00-3:00 A.M. today. And I couldn't fall back asleep.
Worst birthday ever. I feel worse for my 'lil sis, she accidentally deleted her story. It's her birthday today.
...I just had two crappy days in a row.
I feel like I disappointed you guys for not uploading when I said I was going to.
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I really need a hug.
And there have been no reviews.
?'s Pov
I slipped and fell onto my stomach into mud for what seemed to be the hundredth time this dreary day. The muddy earth splattered and smeared my once gorgeous outfit. The black dress was caked with mud, and the large purple ribbon sash around it was sagging from being waterlogged with the pouring rain. My black flats had rainwater and clumps of mud and plant debris, making my task harder to do. My brown hair was drenched, but I didn't care. What was important now was that I kept the creature in my thin arms alive.
I tilted my head to look at the dreadfully injured pokemon I cradled in my arms. My elbows and arms looked like they had taken a mud bath because I used them to shield the defenseless pokemon from all the falls I took. I sighed in relief when I saw the poor thing unharmed, but then I heard barking. My head turned to see if they were still chasing me, and they were. My pupils shrank in horrified shock when I saw them, their shadows ominously looming closer.
I needed to get up. NOW. I shifted the pokemon as carefully and quickly as I could to my right arm as I pressed my back fingerless gloved hand into the wet muck in an effort to push myself back up. The rest of my body scrambled to scrape myself upward, but my long legs kept sliding. I accidentally made a few sounds of struggle as I strained my body to stop sliding. The growls grew louder, and when I looked this time, they leapt out of the dewy shrubs five feet behind me.
I kicked off, splattering some mud into their mutts' eyes, and sped towards the small town. Those dog pokemon's masters couldn't had been far behind. My breathing was becoming out in panting wheezes. I needed help. The rain was now coming down in sheets, blurring my vision. I prayed no one saw me. With my odd appearance, I'd create an uproar.
I whizzed past a small cabin and leapt over a large fallen branch as I entered the center point of the village. I panted, gasping for oxygen as I swerved my head to search where the barks were coming from. For five seconds I thought I had lost them, and I felt the pumping flow of adrenaline ebb away.
Big mistake.
The fearsome barking resumed and I cursed myself for being such an idiot. I already knew far too well where naivety would get me. There was no other choice.
Continuing onward, I sprinted to the thick tangle of forest several yards ahead, splattering mud and who-knows-what-else. When I finally reached the woods, I tore my way into the dense brambles. With any luck, the razor-sharp thorns would scare them off.
I didn't care about the pain, what mattered more was the 'package' I was carrying. Its body was getting colder, so held it closer to my far warmer body heat. The barking was getting louder, so I also had to move. These dogs would stop at nothing to reveal me. I trudged on through the undergrowth, praying my last sanctuary was safe.
Solana's Pov
"Are you sure Shelby's okay out there?" I asked my annoying roommate. It was five days since we had last seen Shelby, the psychic from the future. I was getting worried about her, what with the torrent of rain pouring down outside our tree. Lune wasn't as worried as I was, or at least I thought so.
"She's smart enough to stay at high ground, isn't she?" the Umbreon replied, throwing me a knowing smirk. I scoffed and continued to pace around on the ground floor of our apartment tree.
"Well, you do have a point, but-" I paused when Lune pricked up his ringed ears. I didn't know what he was listening for, but I still toned my voice down to a whisper. "What are you-"
"Voices," Lune bluntly answered. "Keep your voice down. I'm having a hard time hearing them," the wary dark type told me. A crackle of thunder sounded, shaking the very Earth itself and ruining Lune's concentration. Next thing I knew, the sharp tang of blood filled my nose.
"Lune, do you smell blood?" I nervously asked the shaken Umbreon. He sniffed the air, and unsheathed his retractable claws.
"Stay inside," he ordered, now ready to fight on any intruders. I stole a furtive glance outside at the pouring rain and and muddy ground. There was no way I would let Lune go without me.
"No! I'm going with you," I defiantly cried out. Lune sternly glared at me and told me what he was probably going to answer in the first place.
"No."
"Why not?" I pleaded, begging for at least some adventure in my lifetime.
Lune still disagreed, but before I could come up with a good reason to let me tag along with him, a flash of lightning burst throughout the rainy sky. A boom of thunder ensued, startling the stubborn roommate. Seeing an opportunity, I pushed Lune out of the entrance to our humble abode into the cold, damp outdoors. I followed him, and I certainly enjoyed it when the puddle I jumped into drenched Lune.
"Hey!" he shouted angrily me. Lune stood up, and his black fur was heavy with collected rainwater. "I can't let do you this Solana!"
"Lune, someone out there is hurt! I can't just sit back and stay home! I'm staying out here, whether you like it or not!" I yelled, giving the fellow eeveelution glares that would kill.
...
"Fine," he muttered after a long silence. Suddenly, we both heard someone running towards us, their feet squishing the mud. A human scrambled desperately out of a pricker bush a few feet ahead of us, and I gasped when I saw...
It was Shelby.
The poor girl's beloved dress was in tatters, and every inch of her twelve year old body was scraped. Her brunette hair was a mess, and her shoes were caked with muck. Shelby's left leg was horribly mangled and bloody. Speaking of bloody, there was something in her arms that looked just as mangled as the psychic's leg. Shelby's dead brown eyes were darting fearfully around the area until she noticed us.
"They're after me, they're after me," she repeated after using the last bit of her strength to get near Lune and I. Shelby moved her arms to show us the thing cradled in her arms. It was a ralts, an unconscious ralts to be exact. "Take it and go," she begged, and I couldn't, for I was rooted to the spot, wondering who could do this to a child. "Better yet, hide me. They can't find me, it would be disastrous," she pleaded once more. Shelby then strained to stand up, but her right ankle sickeningly snapped, and she collapsed. Then something sounded oddly like... barking?
"Please don't tell me you hear that," I nervously said to my other two companions. Lune reluctantly opened his mouth to reply, but it was too late. A houndoom, growlithe, and luxray trio bursted out of a thicket several yards away, and scrambled feverishly towards us. It seemed as if the sharp thorns didn't faze them.
"Lune, take on the houndoom. Shelby can have the luxray. I'll get the growlithe." The words spilled out of my mouth as the perfect plan formed in my head. The hounds were getting closer, and we would have to fight in combat.
"I can't," the brunette explained. "I don't have any pokemon with me, and I think I sprained my ankle." Shelby winced when she put pressure on it, and I knew we were in trouble. "Besides, they're more focused on me."
"Too late to change your plan Solana. Here they come!" Lune warned, just in time for me to leap over the human psychic's body. Lune snarled and ran up to the houndoom and I didn't see much of him after that. I was far too busy with the growlithe and luxray.
I first focused on the luxray and used my powers to create a forcefield around him. He fiercely snarled and clawed at the confines of his prison, but to no avail. That kept him from reaching Shelby.
I now faced the fire type. Luckily, the downpour and mud reduced the puppy pokemon's fire attacks, so I had to guess which other moves he had. Over the time I had spent with Lune, I learned that you could deduce information on your attacker by quick observations. You just had to pay attention.
Whenever the growlithe barked, he revealed the inside of his mouth, filled with sharp canine teeth. So far, I could tell he was a biter. The fire type lunged forward and I jumped backward. I hissed, showing my equally powerful set of jaws. I shot a psybeam, and it hit him directly. The growlithe took a lot of damage, and I realized I achieved a critical hit.
That was when I knew something was wrong. Shelby was behind me earlier, but she wasn't here now. I frantically scanned the area, only to get hit. My attacker had taken advantage of my distress and used the move take down, and it hurt like hell. The growlithe took damage from recoil, and I unsheathed my claws. Damn fire type pissed me off. Psychic energy powered up my claws, and they glowed purple from the surge of power.
Hissing, I clawed incessantly at the fire pokemon. He used several attacks, including biting and trying to throw me off, but I kept clawing. At several points he bit my paws and released them because I scratched the inside of his mouth. Within a minute, the growlithe fainted and I prepared to fight the Luxray. Lune was still fighting the houndoom, so I had to fight the electric type on my own.
Except the luxray wasn't there. He must had escaped when I was distracted by the growlithe.
I hastily closed my eyes and focused on feeling air currents with my sensitive fur. I swished my double-forked tail, and I felt air moving to my left. My concentration was broken when I heard rustling to my left also. Lune finished up the houndoom when I heard a low growl somewhere nearby. Searching to find the noise, I soon found its source along with Shelby.
Shelby was several feet behind me in the middle of the path with her arms holding herself up into a sitting position. Apparently the young girl had hidden the ralts from earlier. She was trembling and staring with true fear into the gleaming eyes of the luxray I had forgotten to take care of.
...
It all happened so fast.
The powerful electric type lunged, and used crunch on Shelby's already injured leg as Lune cried out her name in anguish and I watched in horror, unable to move. What came next was a shrill scream of pain from Shelby that was heard throughout the whole forest and the sound of human voices creeping closer.
?'s Pov
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
I startled awake when I heard the outburst of agonizing pain. Hurried footsteps were resounding in the hallway outside my bedroom, along with sharp orders or anxious cries. Vague silhouettes were rushing around in front of my screen door. I raised myself off my soft bed with my arms so that my body from the waist up wasn't touching the comfy mattress. My head turned to the door left of my bed when I heard high heels clicking against the floor tiles, sprinting to my room.
The door was wrenched open and the tall figure of a blonde young adult appeared. Her hair, makeup, and clothes were all done perfectly despite this early morning's disaster. She just stood there, her face vacant of all emotion. After a few minutes passed by (along with people) she nervously swallowed, and I could tell she was choking back a bitter sob.
"Don't come," she ordered. Her voice was thin from her emotions, and I felt sorry for my friend.
"No," I flat out refused. "Tell me what's going on." The blonde unconciously bit her glossed lip as she thought over how to explain things to me. I was going weary of everyone's charades.
"It's... him. We're trying to find out what happened," the fashionista reluctantly said. I immediately pushed myself into a seating position and left the comforts of my bed. The young adult gave her dissent and refused to let me go see my comrade. I, however, kept walking towards my flower decorated dresser and pulled out a drawer.
"April, you can't do this!" she stubbornly protested once more. I calmly picked out some clothes and walked across the room towards my wildflower engraved changing screen.
"Nonsense! I'm seeing him whether you like it or not," I told the protective woman as I slipped out of her sight behind the screen. My friend waited until I was done changing to argue once more.
I stepped outside the screen, now clad in a pale moss green skirt with a pale tan triangle on the left and right sides. The pale green crisscrossed the tan parts for a gothic effect. The same scheme also applied to my knee high boots. My shirt was the same green with some white thrown in. The shirt was similar to tube top, except there was a small v-cut with more stitching.
I briskly walked to the blocked doorway. My hasty friend decided to try and stop me one more time.
"You won't like what you'll see April. I know it's your first chance to see him, but you won't like it," the equally aged woman burst. I sighed in annoyance, and she put her moisturized hands on my shoulders. "April, I'm worried that the trauma will induce so much stress that you'll have a misc-"
"I'm stronger than that," I assured my best friend. She didn't relax, though. Damn her for being so persistent.
"April... Are you happy with this and not pretending? Does he even know? Are you sad because it isn't-"
"Zelda. I'm perfectly fine. I'm not sad, and I regret nothing," I half-truthfully said.
"Does he know?" Zelda persisted more firmly. She glared at me with her blue eyes.
"I promise you, I will love this child-" I sternly and truthfully replied.
"DOES HE KNOW?" the blonde roared.
"NO!" I yelled at her. "...No. I plan to keep it that way," I calmly answered. The blonde looked at me with fury blazing in her eyes for a second, then calmed down and looked remorseful. She stepped out of the way, and I sprinted to where the yell of pain came from.
I entered the room to find everyone there, running around in a panic. I passed a fire haired woman kneeled on the floor clutching a black and blue egg close against her body. She was crying small tears of lava as a spiky blonde man rubbed her shoulder and whispered words of assurance. I had to look away from the sight.
Seeing the small crowd, I used my corsaged hands to disperse them. I then reached the center and saw comrades I hadn't seen in over a month. They were holding down a thrashing, writhing, yowling mass with increasing difficulty.
"April? You're not supposed to be here!" a woman in pigtails cried out when she saw me, struggling to keep the fur ball down.
"April's here?" an excited voice piped up with joy. Her black hair was in a ponytail, as usual. The part of the figure she was holding down lurched, and she almost went flying across the large room.
"Release him now!" I yelled at the small crowd, and they did so with no second thoughts. Immediately, thorned vines grabbed his limbs and held him down for us. I then looked down upon the male espeon that struggled to breathe from pain. Suddenly, a hand laid on my shoulder.
"We'll take it from here," the female Head told me. I nodded and stepped aside. She smiled and walked with the male Head to my leader. She abruptly stopped and opened her mouth in shock. The Head tore her eyes off my leader and addressed us.
"They got Shelby."
Well that was a call for widespread panic. Everyone else who heard screamed, and the male Head raised his hands for quiet. "She'll be okay, it just sent the pain to Erik," he explained. We all knew the Prophecy, so we calmed down. The female Head spoke again, after she knew we wouldn't scream like the idiots we all were.
"They did get to Shelby-"
"They WHAT!" an all too familiar voice boomed from the other entrance of the room. Oh great, here came an idiot. A white haired young man with a small red streak and a small blue streak in his bangs that I knew too well stared at the Heads crestfallen.
"Hi Cornelius!" Zelda cheerfully waved at the guy who just came in.
"She'll be fine," the male Head reassured Cornelius. "Erik had a bad reaction." Cornelius nodded, understanding the situation, and gazed at Erik. Unfortunately for me, he saw my vines.
"Hey April, what have you been doing for the past month while I was gone?" he cheerfully asked. The entire family turned to stare at me, and awkwardly stood there.
"What the hell? You're not supposed to be here," the female Head commented to me. She's so cruel like that sometimes. There was an awkward silence, and a brunette made cricket sounds with her violin in the corner.
"April..." a long-haired ginger with a slight British accent started. "Weren't you supposed to tell him that you-"
Quick as a flash, I stomped on her foot and ran out of the room. I finally arrived at my bedroom, locked the door, and carefully spread myself out on my bed. I sighed, and wished Shelby was here.
She left shortly after it happened. When I cried the first couple of weeks, she took my head in her lap and said she loved me, everything would be okay, and brushed the tears off my face. I swore to myself that I would be as good as Shelby is with him. I didn't care what others said, I loved him already. I wondered... I closed my eyes as I sang a lullaby that Shelby had sung to Erik and I before. My voice filled the room, and the soft notes lulled us both to sleep.
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