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Road Trip
"I don't know where my soul is.
I don't know where my home is.
And baby all I need for you to know is
I'm like a bird
I'll only fly away."
--I'm Like A Bird-- by Nelly Furtado
"Pika?" it queried. "Pi cha."
"Maybe I shoulda kept Moonsong out as a translator," I muttered. I sighed and stooped down by Pikachu. "Listen, Pikachu, I'm leaving now. I have something important to do and it can't wait for morning."
It looked more puzzled than sleepy. "Pikapichu?"
"Huh? What does Ash have to do with this?"
"Chu..." It paused, thinking, then pointed to itself and said, "Pikapi pi Pikachupi." It pointed at me and said, "Chupi pi Pikapichu."
My eyes widened, "Gary?!"
"Pi!" It exclaimed, looking pleased with itself. "Pikapichu!"
I shook my head, smiling wryly. "You are very perceptive, Pikachu. Yes, this does have something to do with Gary." I stopped smiling. "A whole lot."
Despite Pikachu's incessent-ness for me to stay, every minute it stalled me,
(yes a little yellow rat can hold someone back, quite shockingly) got me more
edgy. Finally, I escaped into the bathroom and closed the door. I had my pack
on and everything that I'd need. Quickly, I "used" the room for its purpose, used the toilet's flush to mask the sound of the opening window, and released my Ponyta in the yard below the bathroom window. My room was on the second floor and it wasn't that far to Ponyta's back.
I could hear Pikachu's claws skritching on the door and I wasted no time. It intended on keeping me here and I intended on leaving. "Keep still," I whispered down to Ponyta as I climbed out onto the windowsill. I saw this on Robin Hood: Men In Tights, so I knew it would work. They jumped from like, four stories high from a castle balconey. Still, Ponyta's back looked a long way down.
"Here I come," I warned the Equine.
Ponyta whickered and, as I dropped through the air, sidestepped out from under me. I landed hard on my feet, then stumbled to the ground, and I cursed silently as sparks of pain shot up through my legs. Full of pain, I just lay there, groaning, Ponyta whuffling at my hair. Luckily, there were no people out and after a few seconds I started feeling a tiny bit better.
Suddenly, the window was blown out, along with some of the frame, as the door was electrically shot through it. Ponyta spooked and darted to saftey across the street as shards of glass and bits of plaster rained down and I shielded my head with my arms as I got up and stumbled with numb legs to the side of a tree. The door landed across the street in big pieces and glass glittered on the street.
I coaxed Ponyta to me and managed to climb onto its back as lights came on and people came out to investigate. Ponyta started walking away, the last of the pins and needles senstions in my legs vanishing, as I heard a tinny little voice calling out, "Chupi!!"
Daylight was edging the horizon to my left, little spears of light making a pathetic attempt to break through the thick clouds. Some succeded, but it still looked like it was going to be a dreary day and it matched my mood completely. I was on Route 34, just below the Day care Center, sitting (finally) on Ponyta's back. Moonsong told me that the horse Pokemon had apologized profusely. It didn't think I'd been serious. I forgave it; there was no real damage done, other than my pride and the small cuts on my arms from Pikachu and the window incident. What felt like days had only been hours.
I was waiting beneath a tree, the same tree I'd sat under when I watched Gary goofing around with my new Pokemon.
Gary...
Ponyta was grazing on some grass and I was just chilling on its back when an elderly woman walked up to us.
"Hullo, dear," she said in a trembly, old lady voice. "You look like you're waiting for something."
"More like someone," I said, (gingerly) slipping off Ponyta's back. "I was waiting for you."
An edgy look appeared in her aged brown eyes and her eyes caught the sunlight and they shined an odd blue-ish shade. "You think I know something?"
I wouldn't let her know that her eyes made me uneasy. That would kill my plans. "I think you know a lot of things. Especially how to get to Isla Muerte."
She didn't gasp in surprise like I thought she would, she only nodded. "Ah, so you think you're worthy of catching the Azule Dragoon?"
"I know I am," I said in my best 'arrogant Gary Oak' tone. "And you're gonna get me there."
She smiled then, a predatory smile, and a Pokeball appeared in her right hand. She threw it at the water (a very un-old lady-like thing to do) and a large shape appeared in the murky liquid. A very large shape.
Ponyta began snorting in fear; it was a fire type and it was facing a water type. I recalled her quickly and fastened her pokeball to my belt.
"Snookums will take you to Isla Muerte. She knows the way. She will drop you off, but you must find your own way back."
I looked up and up at the Gyarados and nodded. "I will."
So how much fun is it riding an evolved Magicarp? Lots. I rode on the top of its head and I could see a lot of water. Yup. Water everywhere. Well, it was fun but the novelty was lost fast. The Gyarados was fast, slicing through the rough water like a hot knife through butter, like my brother went through ice cream, like...oh nevermind, I'm sure you get the picture.
The island came up suddenly through a fog I hadn't noticed was there. It was big and craggy, waves crashed against the base of it. It looked like a big, rocky iceberg. How were we gonna get in?
The Gyarados kept on swimming, its breathing was like a giant bellows beneath me and suddenly, with the island soaring above us, it swam into a cave I hadn't seen. The cave turned out to be a tunnel that had a high ceiling. It would have taken a while by boat, but with a Gyarados it only took a few minutes because suddenly we were out and into open space. It was a circular beach, like the one in the movie The Beach, with Leo DiCaprio. The beach was edged with thick, tropical looking foilage and the closer we got, the more it felt like Jurassic Park.
The Gyarados lowered its head gently and I stepped off into warm water that was almost up to my waist. I thanked it, but it just swam off without a splash. This time, it disappeared into the water before it reached the tunnel, leaving a small whirlpool behind it.
I turned and looked at the dense foilage. "I guess this is it."
I had called out Moonsong, Cynda (a nickname for now. I just couldn't think of a name), and Ponyta--my three fire types--and we seemed to be making good time. I was on Ponyta's back and the three blasted a path through the dense brush and weeds.
"I think we're coming up to some clear land." Moonsong said without turning around. "Your Ponyta said it smells fresh water."
"Yah, that should be the waterfall Jessie was talking about. She said they were attacked near there." I ducked a branch, reaching forward to scratch Ponyta between the ears. It whickered and I hugged it and wished that I had gotten the map from Jessie.
Cynda let loose a Flamethrower attack and suddenly, we were faced with a clearing that held a pond fed by a very high waterfall.
"Aiight, everyone," I called out. "Take a drink carefully; I don't need any of you falling in. After that it's rest time."
With barely enough time to slide off Ponyta's back, the three of them ran for the water. I laughed and followed, reaching the pond as the three were in the middle of drinking. Moonsong looked up. "This stuff is good!"
I cupped my hands and dipped them into the cold water. It was good and I filled my water bottle with some. I would've cleaned my cuts with it, but they had scabbed over (majorly gross, I know) and luckily none of the glass had become embedded. I figured I was safe, and I was safe from the cuts at least. A sudden wind gusted and all of the Pokemon looked to the right, where the wind came from. Moonsong and Cynda growled and Ponyta whinnied in distress; they readied with fire for an attack.
There was a shrill, high pitched scream and then nothing. I shivered and had my fingertips on the other two Pokeballs that held Umbreon and Mystique. About ten minutes passed, ten tense minutes, before the bushes in front of us rustled and I readied the attack commands in my mind. They rustled some more and I yelled out, "Whoever's there, you better just step out before you get roasted!"
I was kinda hoping to just roast them.
The bushes rustled even more and then parted and a person stepped out...
A.N.: Oooh I left a cliffhanger!! Any guesses as to who it could be? I know and I'm not telling ~.~
Actually, the chapter was supposed to end after Pikachu blasted out the window, but I combined two chapters in one. Aren't I sweet?
Teaser: Who screamed on the island? Was it a Pokemon? A Pokedemon? Nick Carter?
Okay I'll be realistic. As realistic as I can be with...nevermind. Let's see...The Pokedemon makes a stunning appearance and shares S'mores with Cirrus.