Stranded

WARNING: This fanfiction contains scenes of horror and is not suitable for young audiences.


II : Memories Can Be Terrifying...

I walked into my bedroom and took out my rucksack. Ridding it of old sandwiches and bits of fluff, I shoved the Poké Balls I had been given into it, slid the Pokédex into a pocket of my jeans, and snapped the PokéGear around my wrist.
I slipped my trainers on, and opened the door of my apartment. I then skidded down the stairs, flung open the front door, and I was outside.
The deathly quiet unnerved me. Vines blew in the gentle wind, vines which had overgrown an old building. I walked over to it. Pulling aside the vines, I smashed the tattered door in and crept inside.
The building looked like a lab. On a table in the room stood a single Poké Ball, covered in dust.
I recalled what had happened previously - the two other Balls had been taken by aspiring young trainers. I wondered what had become of them.
I chanced to look over to the other side of the room. A small cursor was blinking with an eerie green light, softly.
I typed my name.
Dave.
-Bad command or filename.
Log In.
-Bad command or file name.
win
-Bad command or file name.
Elm.
-Bad command or file name.
Run system
-Bad command...
I tired of this, and moved over to the dust-covered bookshelves. I pulled out a book.
"History of DNA Storage," I read. I flicked open the book.
As I was doing so, I moved over to the computer and typed randomly.
Bill.
-Bad command or file name.
I spotted something in the tatters of the pages I was reading.
cd Bill
The computer blinked, and the cursor displayed itself after the path 'C:\BILL'.
run system
The screen filled up with characters, and revealed a menu. I hurriedly pressed the '1' key, for 'Bill's PC'. I then went to 'Withdraw Pokémon'.
Professor Elm's old Pokémon's DNA must be in here. I searched, and downloaded a Xatu, a Steelix, an Electabuzz, a Croconaw and an Umbreon.
They fell out of the chute in their Poké Balls, the only new thing in the room, or indeed the world at that time. I took them. You never know, they might come in handy. I dismissed the fact that I might be classed as a thief. As I stepped away from the computer, I noticed a book lying on the desk.
"To whom this may concern:
"We are living in dark times. An ancient Pokémon rose two months ago, and destroyed Blackthorn City. We are told it is heading in a southerly direction towards Cherrygrove City. If this is true, then We have only moments to live. If you are reading this, then you must have survived. Please, help us. You are our only hope.
"Signed, Prof. Elm."
I suddenly realised the true seriousness of the situation. I hurriedly ran to the exit of the building. I tripped, and went flying, landing on my chest, falling and slicing my chin open. I looked up, into the empty eye-sockets of a withered skeleton. A body, lying on the floor.
I yelled out, and escaped from that demonic hell as fast as I could.
Bursting out of the door, its rusty hinges gave way, and smashed on the ground. I ran, ran until my heart begged me to stop, ran until I was aching from the exertion.
I collapsed on the grass, and passed out once more.