An actual update?! Gasp! Sorry people, It's just that with the semester
and exams and all. Hope you understand. Anyways, thank you nice reviewers
(all 4 of you) for reviewing. Since people are actually reading this, I've
decided to continue it.
I don't own Pokemon. Strange One I guess would be mine. You can have Watson if you really want him…
*****
Watson muttered a particularly volatile explicative, causing his entire team of followers to abruptly come to a halt. Confused at the reason for their leader's sudden anger, they looked at each other with perplexed faces.
Slumping his thin shoulders, Watson threw the scanner to the ground, only stopping himself from stomping it with sheer willpower. He still needed it, after all.
"Its gone!"
One of the trackers scratched his head, shouldering his tranq rifle as he did so. "Gone?"
"You heard me. One minute, the scanner's tracking that test animal, and its glowing like a beacon. Next minute...gone! Ice-trail still there, but its only residual. The actual source of the power is now no longer present."
"Huh, little bugger's being more of a problem than its worth, eh boss?" One of the trackers sniggered.
Watson could not totally cloak the look of panic in his eyes as he replied with scorn. "We still need to neutralize it. The longer that...thing...is at large, the closer and closer we come to very real and horrible pain. You know how the boss gets if he is disappointed."
"Ok." His trackers were merely good at their job, as far as brains went, they were duller than a butter knife.
"Now, before we continue, we need to find a reason for this anomaly: what would cause a previously present energy level to suddenly dissipate? Now, this test animal has had previous 'breaks' in its energy output, however now we might be dealing with something of a different nature. Previous breaks, upon further analysis, were found to have a faint Psychic residue. And this break-"
Here he abruptly stopped speaking aloud, and adjusted a few knobs and dials on his retrieved scanner. For a moment he peered at the results. Then, as was his habit, he began speaking his thoughts aloud again. His voice sounded wavering, as if he had come up against something unexpected.
"However, this time the break has been observed, but on further analysis, it shows us that the beacon has not snuffed itself out-instead it has unexpectedly altered. We now see a presence of chiefly Dark energy, as if the Ice power had suddenly and unexpectedly decided to take a lesser role."
"Just what in the world did you do to this 'test animal,' anyways?" One of the trackers said, showing a higher degree of insight than Watson had first believed to be possible. "Its certainly got a few bugs to work out."
"Indeed." With a grin, Watson realized that there was no reason they still couldn't track the test animal. Ice or Dark trail, they would both lead to the same goal. Peering, the mad scientist blinked. "Its headed towards the laboratory?!"
How interesting. Watson was determined to study this creature once more once it was neutralized. Who knew, maybe the Experiment could be revived.
Besides, he thought, rubbing at the familiar bumps and tracings of the scar tissue on his hands. He had a score to settle.
*****
Moving through the shadows was an experience altogether new to Strange One. However, even Promise was being overly wary this night. It was not often than he chose to stray this far from his home. And certainly he had never had such a target as the laboratory.
Glancing down at his charge, he sighed. The laboratory was a place of evil. And Strange One was leading himself headlong into trouble, Promise knew that. But something about the way the Pikablu's jaw was set told the Umbreon that nothing was going to turn him away from his goal.
The grass around the accursed building had grown long and dusty, as if in apology for such a place ever existing. It gave a dry rustle as they approached. Promise wrinkled his nose.
It smells so horrid here...
Strange One nodded grimly. I recognize that smell...the smell of sterility.
Both of them hovered in the deepest shadow alongside the building. The scent was horrible, but not quite bad enough to drown out a second, even more unwelcome scent.
The trackers were here!
Luckily, both of them remained invisible to the mortal eye. Both of them crouched down in the relative safety of the shadows. As long as none of the humans accidentally stepped on them or shined direct light on them, they were safe. With a groan, Promise cracked his neck.
I really hope they don't intend to stick around.
The humans they were currently dealing with had the scent of the trackers that Strange One recognized, although he noticed they apparently looked fatigued. Many of them were even dragging their feet, and slumping their shoulders where they held tranquilizer rifles. Then another human arrived on the scene.
This one carried no gun, nor did he resemble a tracker. He instead wore a lab coat, and carried an odd device in his hands. Strange One noticed there was something wrong with the man's hands. And his scent-
Promise looked down at Strange One, who's eyes had suddenly gone slightly vacant. That one looks like he knows what he's doing.
Strange One didn't directly answer. "Pika..."
Something's wrong, isn't it?
That man...I know him... Strange One shook his head so roughly that his ears flapped. The laboratory...the hybrid stone...it was him! He did this to me
"PIKA!" The Ice power came dangerously close to reanimating.
Shhh! Promise hissed as he clamped a forepaw over the Pikablu's mouth. They may not see us, but they can still hear us.
Strange One relaxed slightly, and Promise nodded.
I realize your anger, Strange One, but here is neither the time nor the place for it. If you really want to save those trapped in this building, you will need to control your emotions. Do you understand?
The Pikablu looked at the Umbreon apologetically. I'm sorry, Promise. And thank you.
This was all he had to say before the man in the lab coat suddenly turned in their direction and pointed. He spoke.
"I'm getting a very strong reading from over that way. This is probably it!"
*****
Strange One felt his stomach leap, and swallowed hard to keep it where it belonged. Every atom in his body was screaming at him to run away. He hadn't felt so much upwelling of panic since that first night when he had first escaped from the laboratory. The Ice power, intermixed with the crackle of Electricity threatened to well up and overwhelm him.
Promise looked down at his charge. He could tell that if he didn't do something quickly, Strange One would be consumed by his own uncontrollable power. He nudged Strange One, who was staring ahead at the advancing humans.
Strange One, listen to me! Don't speak, just do as I say. Focus, you have to keep that power of yours in check. I'll distract them, you faze out again and get into the laboratory.
The Pikablu came halfway out of his coma. Bu-what-
No time! Just trust me! If they catch you, everything will fall apart! Good luck!
The humans were almost upon them. Strange One and Promise fazed out of the mortal world, and once more entered the world of the shadow.
Wait for it... Promise crouched down, ready to spring into his diversion.
The humans were nearly upon them. Any moment they would trip over their invisible selves. Strange One quivered, frightened, but ready to make his escape.
NOW! Go!
I don't own Pokemon. Strange One I guess would be mine. You can have Watson if you really want him…
*****
Watson muttered a particularly volatile explicative, causing his entire team of followers to abruptly come to a halt. Confused at the reason for their leader's sudden anger, they looked at each other with perplexed faces.
Slumping his thin shoulders, Watson threw the scanner to the ground, only stopping himself from stomping it with sheer willpower. He still needed it, after all.
"Its gone!"
One of the trackers scratched his head, shouldering his tranq rifle as he did so. "Gone?"
"You heard me. One minute, the scanner's tracking that test animal, and its glowing like a beacon. Next minute...gone! Ice-trail still there, but its only residual. The actual source of the power is now no longer present."
"Huh, little bugger's being more of a problem than its worth, eh boss?" One of the trackers sniggered.
Watson could not totally cloak the look of panic in his eyes as he replied with scorn. "We still need to neutralize it. The longer that...thing...is at large, the closer and closer we come to very real and horrible pain. You know how the boss gets if he is disappointed."
"Ok." His trackers were merely good at their job, as far as brains went, they were duller than a butter knife.
"Now, before we continue, we need to find a reason for this anomaly: what would cause a previously present energy level to suddenly dissipate? Now, this test animal has had previous 'breaks' in its energy output, however now we might be dealing with something of a different nature. Previous breaks, upon further analysis, were found to have a faint Psychic residue. And this break-"
Here he abruptly stopped speaking aloud, and adjusted a few knobs and dials on his retrieved scanner. For a moment he peered at the results. Then, as was his habit, he began speaking his thoughts aloud again. His voice sounded wavering, as if he had come up against something unexpected.
"However, this time the break has been observed, but on further analysis, it shows us that the beacon has not snuffed itself out-instead it has unexpectedly altered. We now see a presence of chiefly Dark energy, as if the Ice power had suddenly and unexpectedly decided to take a lesser role."
"Just what in the world did you do to this 'test animal,' anyways?" One of the trackers said, showing a higher degree of insight than Watson had first believed to be possible. "Its certainly got a few bugs to work out."
"Indeed." With a grin, Watson realized that there was no reason they still couldn't track the test animal. Ice or Dark trail, they would both lead to the same goal. Peering, the mad scientist blinked. "Its headed towards the laboratory?!"
How interesting. Watson was determined to study this creature once more once it was neutralized. Who knew, maybe the Experiment could be revived.
Besides, he thought, rubbing at the familiar bumps and tracings of the scar tissue on his hands. He had a score to settle.
*****
Moving through the shadows was an experience altogether new to Strange One. However, even Promise was being overly wary this night. It was not often than he chose to stray this far from his home. And certainly he had never had such a target as the laboratory.
Glancing down at his charge, he sighed. The laboratory was a place of evil. And Strange One was leading himself headlong into trouble, Promise knew that. But something about the way the Pikablu's jaw was set told the Umbreon that nothing was going to turn him away from his goal.
The grass around the accursed building had grown long and dusty, as if in apology for such a place ever existing. It gave a dry rustle as they approached. Promise wrinkled his nose.
It smells so horrid here...
Strange One nodded grimly. I recognize that smell...the smell of sterility.
Both of them hovered in the deepest shadow alongside the building. The scent was horrible, but not quite bad enough to drown out a second, even more unwelcome scent.
The trackers were here!
Luckily, both of them remained invisible to the mortal eye. Both of them crouched down in the relative safety of the shadows. As long as none of the humans accidentally stepped on them or shined direct light on them, they were safe. With a groan, Promise cracked his neck.
I really hope they don't intend to stick around.
The humans they were currently dealing with had the scent of the trackers that Strange One recognized, although he noticed they apparently looked fatigued. Many of them were even dragging their feet, and slumping their shoulders where they held tranquilizer rifles. Then another human arrived on the scene.
This one carried no gun, nor did he resemble a tracker. He instead wore a lab coat, and carried an odd device in his hands. Strange One noticed there was something wrong with the man's hands. And his scent-
Promise looked down at Strange One, who's eyes had suddenly gone slightly vacant. That one looks like he knows what he's doing.
Strange One didn't directly answer. "Pika..."
Something's wrong, isn't it?
That man...I know him... Strange One shook his head so roughly that his ears flapped. The laboratory...the hybrid stone...it was him! He did this to me
"PIKA!" The Ice power came dangerously close to reanimating.
Shhh! Promise hissed as he clamped a forepaw over the Pikablu's mouth. They may not see us, but they can still hear us.
Strange One relaxed slightly, and Promise nodded.
I realize your anger, Strange One, but here is neither the time nor the place for it. If you really want to save those trapped in this building, you will need to control your emotions. Do you understand?
The Pikablu looked at the Umbreon apologetically. I'm sorry, Promise. And thank you.
This was all he had to say before the man in the lab coat suddenly turned in their direction and pointed. He spoke.
"I'm getting a very strong reading from over that way. This is probably it!"
*****
Strange One felt his stomach leap, and swallowed hard to keep it where it belonged. Every atom in his body was screaming at him to run away. He hadn't felt so much upwelling of panic since that first night when he had first escaped from the laboratory. The Ice power, intermixed with the crackle of Electricity threatened to well up and overwhelm him.
Promise looked down at his charge. He could tell that if he didn't do something quickly, Strange One would be consumed by his own uncontrollable power. He nudged Strange One, who was staring ahead at the advancing humans.
Strange One, listen to me! Don't speak, just do as I say. Focus, you have to keep that power of yours in check. I'll distract them, you faze out again and get into the laboratory.
The Pikablu came halfway out of his coma. Bu-what-
No time! Just trust me! If they catch you, everything will fall apart! Good luck!
The humans were almost upon them. Strange One and Promise fazed out of the mortal world, and once more entered the world of the shadow.
Wait for it... Promise crouched down, ready to spring into his diversion.
The humans were nearly upon them. Any moment they would trip over their invisible selves. Strange One quivered, frightened, but ready to make his escape.
NOW! Go!