*Disclaimer on chapters 1+2*
No Need For A Birthday!
Chapter Three
Ash woke up slowly, yawning and trying to focus his blurry vision. When he finally could see clearly he found to his horror that he couldn't see anything but dark, mud-stained snow, and he realized he was running out of air.
He immediatley began to dig frantically at the snow above him, only to find that whenever he would move the snow to try to make an opening twice as much snow would pour into the small cavern he was in. He slapped both sides of his head in frustration. Almost immediatley a flash of white hot pain slashed furiously at him. After the spasm had subsided he decided that the best thing to do would be to get out of the snow as quickly as he could.
He dug to the side, rounding out and packing the snow into a lopsided tunnel. As the tunnel got larger he was able to place first his upper and then lower body into it. When he was able to fit his entire body in his tunnel he started to dig upwards. He was startled when his numb fingers encountered a hard surface, which he immediatley smashed with his fists. *Of course, he thought, the snow must have hardened into ice! How long have I been out, anyway?*
Soon he could feel the cool mountain air on his face. He stuck his face out of the opening of the tunnel, and was astounded to see nothing but dark, cold blackness. As he once again focused his vision he realized that it was now late into the evening, and he could barely make out the tops of the trees that once stood high and proud, now covered with snow and ice. He managed to pull his body out from his icy prison, and as soon as he did he flopped down gratefully on the snow.
When he finally got back up he noticed a liquid shining on the snow around him. He got some on his fingertips, and brought it up to his face for closer inspection. It was dripping off his fingers, and it looked like it was blackish-red in color.
*Blood* He thought. *That's my blood. How long have I been out?*
Those were Ash's final thoughts as he slipped back into the beautiful darkness, relief from all the throbbing pain, once more.
Sorry it's so short, but I wrote this one in about ten minutes! I promise, Misty's birthday is a key element for this story. Chapter 4 coming soon!
No Need For A Birthday!
Chapter Three
Ash woke up slowly, yawning and trying to focus his blurry vision. When he finally could see clearly he found to his horror that he couldn't see anything but dark, mud-stained snow, and he realized he was running out of air.
He immediatley began to dig frantically at the snow above him, only to find that whenever he would move the snow to try to make an opening twice as much snow would pour into the small cavern he was in. He slapped both sides of his head in frustration. Almost immediatley a flash of white hot pain slashed furiously at him. After the spasm had subsided he decided that the best thing to do would be to get out of the snow as quickly as he could.
He dug to the side, rounding out and packing the snow into a lopsided tunnel. As the tunnel got larger he was able to place first his upper and then lower body into it. When he was able to fit his entire body in his tunnel he started to dig upwards. He was startled when his numb fingers encountered a hard surface, which he immediatley smashed with his fists. *Of course, he thought, the snow must have hardened into ice! How long have I been out, anyway?*
Soon he could feel the cool mountain air on his face. He stuck his face out of the opening of the tunnel, and was astounded to see nothing but dark, cold blackness. As he once again focused his vision he realized that it was now late into the evening, and he could barely make out the tops of the trees that once stood high and proud, now covered with snow and ice. He managed to pull his body out from his icy prison, and as soon as he did he flopped down gratefully on the snow.
When he finally got back up he noticed a liquid shining on the snow around him. He got some on his fingertips, and brought it up to his face for closer inspection. It was dripping off his fingers, and it looked like it was blackish-red in color.
*Blood* He thought. *That's my blood. How long have I been out?*
Those were Ash's final thoughts as he slipped back into the beautiful darkness, relief from all the throbbing pain, once more.
Sorry it's so short, but I wrote this one in about ten minutes! I promise, Misty's birthday is a key element for this story. Chapter 4 coming soon!
