Camp Pokemon Chapter 7
RED WING SOFTWARE: I'm taking OC's and story ideas, so don't hesitate. Hope this chapter goes well...
took me two drafts to get it right... Must stop doing the full stop thingy... GRRRRR! aAnyway, enjoy this chapter while
it lasts. I hope I haven't progressed too quickly through it. Also, any text in this chapter that is in italic is a flashback.
Chapter 7 - Scott's Curse
POV: April
5 minutes later, we were sitting down in the place we had sat earlier. It felt somewhat eerie that this was one of the last places I had been as a human...
And chances are, I wasn't turning back any time soon.
Scott chose to sit in the hard dirt right next to me, giving me a comforting feeling that, if some Pokemon tried to kill me, he would be the perfect shield.
Scott ran his fingers through his hair again. He was worried, maybe even scared. I felt a slight pang of guilt. If he hadn't come, then maybe it wouldn't have happened. It was all... confusing. Poor Scott.
"Sparky," Scott said, clearing his throat, "Can you translate?"
Sparky saluted and puffed up his chest, "I guess."
Scott sighed, "So, what's the deal, April? How does this work?"
I went to say 'no', but didn't like hearing the sound of my voice, so I tried my best to shrug.
Scott seemed to get the message. "Wow, just... wow. I can't really explain much either. I saw it happen... I was really worried! I thought you were dead! I ran to see Lily... then I blacked out."
Sparky added his part: "It was scary! We couldn't find Kitty... I was playing with her, then we heard screaming, and me and Kitty ran to see what it was, and then Kitty vanished! I found Scott, we went and got April, Scott blacked out, then Lily and I ran out to find you, but I didn't understand because I didn't see what happened..." Sparky looked tired from saying that in one breath and sucked in more air, "Then we brought you back, and then Lily got Leo, then they carried you both here..."
I gasped loudly, stepping back a little to take it all in. How?
"I can't tell you any more, because we don't know what else happened." Scott explained, then groaned. "Ooouuugghhh... my arm hurts."
Sparky caused a little shock in the cool dawn air. "That's because-"
What happened next didn't need Sparky's explanation. As Scott unravelled his bandages to assess the damage, he sudddenly looked fearful.
I followed his eyes and saw the one thing that wasn't a broken arm.
It was drenched completely in short, brown fur.
As I watched it, he unravelled faster and faster until it was off, showing what you could barely recognise as what was the area between his fingers and elbow.
"Oh my Mew." He said quietly.
"That looks like-" Sparky said.
"-My fur." It was funny saying 'my fur', but I didn't care about that. This was what we were focusing on right now. It wasn't neccisarily 'completely unexpected', but it was certainly wierd.
Sparky smiled a bit, "So, that's what Lily meant by 'it'..."
Scott glared at him, "Yeah... aauughh. Anyway, this... how do you put up with this, April?"
"I down't. I cry." I said sadly as I drooped my head in guilt again, and Sparky was too busy staring to translate. There was no denying that it was my fault. Of course, Scott seemed to read my mind.
"It's not your fault, April. I chose to come with you." This didn't do anything to his arm, but it definitely eased my VERY heavy conscious. "And can we please put this thing behind us? It's not important right now..." He said both modestly and sincerely and looked at me. He must have felt sorry for me... I didn't want that. I didn't want to be treated like some sort of kid. Something that had to be babysat, which was probably what was going to happen.
Why is there so much stuff to work out?
"This is so... strange." Sparky sighed, pushing his goggles up higher in the same way that Scott did with his fingers through his hair.
"Look at the bwight side." I snickered, trying to brighen the strange situation.
"April says 'look at the bright side'." Sparky copied, feeling slightly proud of his job.
"What bright side? Apart from the fact that your a furry little ball of fluff..."
"I'll ignore that..." My eyes described that sentence, "At weast you're not wight-handed."
"April says 'At least you're not right handed'."
Scott smiled a little, picking me up (Which felt super comfy by the way) and scratching my fur softly.
"Fair enough... Oh yeah!"
Scott dropped me roughly, which hurt more than it should have, and stuck his normal hand into his bag. A second later, he held his Pokedex in the air. He touched a few options on it's bottom touch screen until a red light filled the area.
"2 POKEMON DETECTED" The Pokedex claimed in it's unique voice, "PICHU. MALE. AGE: 10 MONTHS. EEVEE. FEMALE. AGE-"
Scott pressed a button that cancelled out the voice, only showing the information to him on the screen.
He then burst into laughter.
"April... you might wanna see this..."
He showed to Pokedex to me, and I read the exact words that it had said earlier. Except...
EEVEE. FEMALE. AGE: 3 WEEKS.
I scrunched my nose up in powerful distaste, as Scott took advantage of the situation. "Awwww... little baby Apwil feeling sad?"
"Shut up." I said, trying to hide my embarrassment, and my blushing cheeks weren't helping.
Babysat was the right word, then. I was a stupid baby Eevee. Imagine that.
"I know that doesn't really need trans..." Scott stopped gripping his furry arm tightly as if something was happening. A moment later he gagged, drowning out a cry of pain. Something was wrong.
Sparky looked worried "Scott, are you oka-"
"Let me know if 'it' spreads, okay!"
Oh my Mew.
"Sparky!" I yelled, "Get Lily! NOW!"
