Um, some bad news...
Firstly, my latest poll seems to have had a bug...
Darn bug.
Nobody's votes were able to make it through. For that I sincerely apologize.
However, one Wingman11 cared enough to PM me that the poll was not working and was even kind enough to tell me his vote. The color is now set thanks to this reader's support.
Thank you again Wingman11.
Next, is bad news for any Gabriel Samuels fans out there. (*cough* whichisgoodnewsfortherestofus *cough*)
Gabriel is progressing from stage 3 (Initial Rejection through the Esophagus ) to stage 4 (Upset Stomach) much slower than expected.
They don't call those concoctions "Suicide Drinks" for nothing, ya know.
'(^_^)' Eh, he he he.
(T_T) Eh, he? Um...
(ToT) Blame the bug.
('_^) .l So all of you Gabriel Samuels fans out there are going to have to wait a little longer. Kay?
(^_^) On the bright side. If you ARE concerned for Gabriel's health, you can see which side effect he is currently suffering from at the bottom of my Profile Page. I will update when he upgrades.... Or worsens... Or progresses... Or whatever.
Okay! In other news, I still don't own Pokemon.
I just wrote this story based off it, but most of the characters introduced in it are, in fact, still mine.
So that means that the judicial system hasn't collapsed and/or that we haven't slipped into an alternate universe... at least not yet.
Now on with the show!
Ch. 7 (21) Tales of Pain.
(Nick's POV)
It took me forever to get my tongue to stop sticking out. It made me look like an idiot. When the town was in sight, that girl finally let me out of her backpack. She said that she wanted to make a quick sketch of something before going into town and that I "could explore a little bit, but not go too far". I didn't even bother to run away again, because, frankly, where would I go? I'm trapped not only in the Pokemon World, but in the body of a semi-rare Pokemon. People would want to catch me as soon as they saw me. It would be safer to stay with this Nicole person. She seems nice. So I decided to stay with her. I laid down on the grass to think things through.
..... Wow, everything's so peaceful.... the sun's perfect.... Lying out here in is so Great!..... maybe being a Pokemon for a while would be fun.....what am I thinking!..... sure, it's fun now, but what about my friends..... Bobby is in trouble.... Arthur is who knows where... and I am a short walk away from being bound to a pokeball.... I sat up and rubbed my head in frustration... I'm so frustrated, I need to draw something!.... but all my stuff is back at home....
"Ah man," the girl said, "and it was a really good picture too."
I turned and saw that Nicole had been watching me. Running up to her, she quickly tried to hide the note pad that she was drawing on.
"(Hey, let me see)," I jumped up and down.
"No. You can't see it it's not finished yet," she put the book into her pouch, "besides you'll get paint all over my drawings."
I took a moment to study my hands. They were covered with ice cool blue paint.
.... I have to wash them, but how.... I took a slow look around... there isn't a lake or pond around ...how am I supposed to...yuck, what's that awful taste in my.... oh, snap....
I was subconsciously licking my paws. Even after I realized it, I kept on licking. I couldn't help myself. On one hand, it tasted bad, on another I had to get my hands clean, and lastly... I was sorta hungry. Two out of three, I keep licking.
"(There all clean!)," I said when I was finished, "(now let me see!)"
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(Nicole's POV)
"Alright, fine, you can see it," I said pulling a different notebook out of my art pouch, "but I hold the book."
He shook his head and pointed to the pouch. Obviously, he wasn't fooled or color blind.
"Oh, you want to see what I was drawing. Well, it's not that special." I exchanged my notebooks and sat down to his eye level. The book contained a wide assortment of drawings and even a few doodles. Most of them had Pokemon in them, while the others were of landscapes that most people could only imagine. Images that I had forgotten that I had ever drawn. When I got to the last page, I cringed. He wasn't supposed to see this page.
"Smeargle?"
I wasn't sure if he would have liked the idea of me drawing him. It seemed like an invasion of privacy to me, but I couldn't help myself. He just looked so picture perfect, the way he was basking in the sun like he was. I was about to shut the book, but he put his paw on the page.
"Smeargle Smear Smeargle Smear?"
...Man, I wish I could understand what he was saying.....
"Yes, that's you. I'm sorry I couldn't help myself," I said nervously.
"Smear-gle!"
I figured that he had just complemented my work.
"Thanks, I'm glad you like it," I smiled just before Nick slowly took the notebook and started walking away, "Oh, he is so cute.... wait a minute."
"Smergle," Nick cringed.
"That's my notebook," and with that Nick started running, "why you little Buizel! Come back here with my notebook!"
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(Nick's POV of those last few moments)
"(Hold it. This is me right?)," I asked her. She obviously can't understand me. There had to be some way to let her know that I wasn't really a Smeargle.
"Yes, that's you. I'm sorry I couldn't help myself," she said nervously. I didn't hear her as I was thinking.
"(That's it!)" I grabbed a pencil from her pouch as she continued talking.
"Thanks, I'm glad you like it," she smiled.
"(Mind if I barrow this? Thank you.)" I slowly took the notebook and started walking away.
.... Glad that she doesn't mind too much.....
"Oh, he is so cute.... wait a minute."
"(Oh snap.)" I cringed.
"That's my notebook," and with that, I was off like a horse, "why you little Buizel! Come back here with my notebook!"
I managed to get very far away from Nicole fairly quickly. I was also able to resist the urge to mark every tree that I saw. I ran up a tree with the notebook and pencil in my mouth. Letting my tail swing down below me, I got comfortable on a very high branch. I opened the notebook to the same page as the Smeargle was on. It took me a few moments to get a grip on the pencil, but I couldn't write. After all, the Unown were supposed to look like english letters, but I could only recognize the ones that were in my name. And even they were fuzzy. I can recognize if they were in the right order, but I can't remember what they were called or even what sounds they are supposed to make.
... Please, let me still have some of my drawing skills left..... I prayed as I drew. It wasn't long before Nicole had gotten to the base of the tree.
"Nick get down from there," she yelled after she caught her breath. I kept on drawing, not even worrying about making some mistakes in the details.
"Unown help me get Nick down from there," she yelled as she threw the Pokeball. The letter pokemon obediently floated up the tree to get me down.
"(Hello Nick.)," the thing's stern voice made me cringe, "(time to come down now.)"
"(Oh great, and I was almost done too.)"
"(Done with what?)," the letter asked in a slightly emotional way.
"(My self portrait.)," I kept on drawing.
"(Why are you doing that?)"
"(It was going to be a surprise for Nicole, so don't tell her.)," I put my finger to my lips to tell it to be quiet.
"(Can I watch?)," it asked.
"(Sure ya can, Eiffel!)," I nodded, "(You don't mind if I call you Eiffel do you?)"
"(Eiffel?)," it tipped to the left.
"(It's a Nickname.)," I said getting back to drawing, "(Back in my world there was this Eiffel Tower and you kind of look like it.)"
"(Nickname?)," it tipped further until it was almost upside down.
"(Yeah, I give nicknames to all of my friends! Do you like it?)"
"(Nick and Eiffel? Friends!)," the letter spun in joy, "(YEAH! Friends!)"
"Unown!," Nicole called up the tree, "What are you two doing up there?"
When I was done, I gave the notebook to Eiffel. The letter floated down the tree and managed to give the notebook back to Nicole. As she looked through it, I attempted to climb down the tree.
"What's this," she looked at the picture. "who's this guy?"
As soon as she said that, the branch I was holding broke. I fell to the ground. I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't scream or even catch myself as I fell to my doom.
After falling half a story, I stopped.
Besides the blood rushing to my head and the pain of my tail being pulled, I was fine.... Sort of.
"(OW! It hurts! Ow! Ow! Ow! Help me! Ow! Make it stop, please!)," I pleaded while swinging on my tail.
"Nick!"
She dropped the notebook and lifted my body up high enough that the pain in my... uh, tail was lifted, "try to pull yourself up!"
I tried reaching out to another branch, when my mind just went blank. The blood in my head was rushing down through the rest of my body. This caused the pain that had numbed before to run throughout my body. My head was flooded with the most of the pain.
It was too much.
I blotched out.
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(Nicole's POV)
After a few minutes of struggling, Unown used Hidden Power to brake the branch that had caught Nick's tail. He was safe on the ground, but seemed to be traumatized by the whole thing. He was crying so hard, that I didn't bother to ask about that picture that he drew right next to mine. I had barely applied a Potion before he was cradling his tail again. I could have sworn that the ice blue paint was glowing slightly, but I passed it off as my imagination.
"(My tail...)," Nick sniffed, "(it hurts... mama.... I did a bad thing....and it hurts...)"
"There, there, now don't you feel better after a good cry," I rubbed his back. Nick looked at me with tears still in his eyes. I almost wanted to sketch that expression right then and there, but he needed me.
"(Mama!)," he cried over my shoulder as he hugged me, "(I'm sorry! I wont do it again! I'll be good! I'm sorry! I wont try to... to...)"
His slowly stopped crying and loosened his grip, "(To... What was I... How did... What just happened?)"
"Nick, are you, okay?"
"(Ah! How did I end up here?)," Nick pushed off and backed away from me, "(what was I doing!)"
"Nick, what's wrong?" His eyes flashed for a moment.
"(My picture. Where's my picture?)," Nick started looking around for something, "(I was in the tree and then....)"
A voice interrupted Nick's train of thoughts, "Dag-flab-it! Son, I'm stuck! Joseph get back in he-ahhhhh!"
"What was that," I said as I motioned Unown to follow, "come on, lets see if we can help."
Unown nodded. I turned to see that Nick was already running in the direction of the yell.
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(No one's POV at the Nameless Children's place)
"This is just great! We can't even see the reruns," the blond girl yelled.
"Should have gotten cable...," the boy sighed.
"It's a magic television set," she snapped while turning franticly through the television manual, "why would it need cable!"
The white haired boy was sitting in a chair, not far from were the girl was banging on the television, "How did I end up with such a couch potato of a sister." The manual flies through the air and smacks him right in the face.
"Shut up and help me!"
"Why should I," the boy said as he peeled the book off of his face, "first off, I'm winning, and second, you haven't been very nice to me."
"Yeah, well, you've been a jerk lately!" the girl paused for a moment, "besides you owe me for what you did to Natu."
"That stupid bird's of yours still alive?"
"Of course, he's still alive," the girl glared at her brother, "Why? Were you trying to kill him?"
"No, of course not," the boy defended himself, "it's just every time I see him, he doesn't seem to be moving, at all. I mean, like ever."
"So what if Natu sleeps a little bit!"
"Sis, I've have seen Abras that sleep less than that stupid bird of yours, and they were having good dreams."
"Alright, so he sleeps a lot," the girl yelled, "but you and I both know what will happen if we can't keep an eye on those Travelers."
"Yeah, yeah I know," he said as he took out his Pokeball, "I'll send my eye to watch Bobby and Morgan. And If, er when Natu wakes up... send him to Solaceon Town. I could feel one of the Travelers was sleeping there."
"Fine," she tinkered with the antennas of the television set, "but what about the fourth one?"
"We can deal with that one later," the boy spun the Pokeball on his finger, "but for right now those three are the one's we need to watch."
"Alright, fine it's a deal. Now, if you would just help me fix the...," she paused as she noticed the grin on her brother's face, "don't you even think about it."
"What? I wasn't thinking of doing anything harmful," she continued to glare at him, "alright, so I was thinking of how if we could take one or two of them out of the picture then we could see all of the remaining Travelers better."
The girl groaned for a second, "Fine. We should try to get at least one of them out of the way."
"Yes!"
"But leave Morgan alone."
"But..." the boy nearly dropped his Pokeball.
"No buts. She's mine and you know it. Besides you're already winning enough as it is."
"Okay fine, I wont send her home," the dark boy crossed his arms, "but you have to send her home soon, Sis. There are only three days left until the new moon and you wont have the power to...."
"I know that," the girl said as she starred across the horizon, "But I trust that you wont touch her. She's mine to send home."
"You have three days, Sis. After that I make no promises," the boy faded into the shadows on his way to drop off his spy in Hearthome City.
What do you suppose the contest between them is about?
Who are these mysterious children?
Do you think that the nameless boy will keep his word?
Do you have your TV ready for digital transition?
Will Nicole ever figure out that picture of Nick's?
Will Tiger ever escape from captivity?
What about Bobby and Morgan and their problems?
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Am I just asking questions, because I want more Reviews?
No, no, let me answer that last one.
Why, yes. Yes, I do.
If you like it review it. If you don't flame it.
If you use cuss words, I'll delete it.
No questions asked there.
You can also PM me your guesses. I wont tell you if you're right, but I would like to see if you can figure it out.
Oh, and here's Nick's Bio if you are interested...
Nick's BIO:
Nick Terrance is only sixteen, and is always seen wearing a (sk8r boy style) hat. Nick has been Bobby's best friend for years. They were always together, like brothers. Nick is a very loyal friend and will stand by them 'til the end. Nick secretly likes Morgan, but neither one will admit to it. Their relationship (as far as love goes) is a combination of several songs that I liked. (I Wont Say I'm in Love, Just the Girl (I'm looking for), Kiss the Girl and etc.) It's more complexed than I'd like to admit. Nick is very good at making nicknames for people and is the one that first to call Morgan the Concrete Angel.
Nick was the one that started the comic that they are designing. Nick is the main artist, so you know that he's pretty good. Nick's hero is called AMMO (am * moe). AMMO (Animatronic Mayhem Manipulated Offensively) is a cybernetic cowboy that is able to adjust to his environments. His attacks usually involve transforming parts of his body (such as skates that are equipped in his boots). He also has other tools and weapons equipped in his body (such as 8 blades hidden in his forearm and fingertips and his signature Gargo blasters).
Nick is one of my own Personal Characters. If you steal him, You will Suffer. The same goes for all the characters from the 'Clash of Charactor' world.
