Disclaimer: Pokemon isn't mine. Giovanni isn't mine. Paige, Flavian, Polie,
Aure, and everything else not seen in the show or games or manga are mine.
The plot is mine. I thought it up. If someone else happened to think up the
same thing I did, it's a coincidence. Yeah. Not mine. Boo hoo. Please do
not sue.
Comments: Ideas, anyone? Please! I need ideas! *gets down on knees* I'm begging you! And please review! So, starting from where I left off so long ago….
1 Eternal Night, part two
Aure's feet pounded on the pavement, the hollow pang pang pang echoing throughout the city. She panted as she ran, her heart pounding, and though it felt like she'd been running for miles, she'd probably only been running for about twenty blocks. Behind her, someone followed, but silent as the night. The fact that night was already upon Polie hadn't quite registered in Aure's mind yet, but it would soon.
Aure ducked around a corner, her footsteps now muted by grass, but she was panting harder than ever. It was probably a good thing that her stuff was kept in the abandoned general store nearby, because if she had to run much longer, Aure thought she'd probably faint.
The door swung open easily, and Aure stumbled into a corner, where her coat lay in a heap. She pulled it on, then sunk into the corner herself. She looked nervously out the grimy windows, then a memory suddenly worked its way to the front of her mind.
"Don't worry, honey, everything will be okay. They won't find us here…." A soft voice crooned. Through Aure's infant eyes, everything looked so big and new. She had the feeling of being very warm and snug, as though a very soft, fleecy blanket was wrapped tightly around her, but not so tightly that it was uncomfortable. The voice spoke again: "Aure, baby, we're going to run away, but you must remember that I will always love you." The voice was slightly worried now. "I don't know what'll happen if I—if I don't make it…." The voice trailed off as Aure closed her blue, blue eyes and yawned. A faraway gunshot rang out and Aure opened her eyes suddenly and for the first time saw the speaker. Light blue hair swirled around the woman's shoulders as she looked down the dingy alley the two were standing in. Aure looked the direction the speaker was looking, and far away, three dark figures were sprinting toward Aure and the woman. "We're leaving Aure, so hold on tight! Don't let Mommy go…"
Aure blinked suddenly, her eyes returning from their glazed state to their regular frosty-blue state. 'Where did that come from?' she wondered, 'How could I remember her…when I was so young?' Her wonderings ceased, however, when a sharp scuffling sound outside propelled her to her feet. There was bang on the door, almost as though someone was trying to—Aure gasped. 'They found me! Oh crap, they found me!' She knelt down, panic overwhelming her, and dug around in the old black backpack her things were kept in. She pulled out a Pokeball and stood just as the door opened and someone—she couldn't tell what the someone looked like in the dim light—stepped inside and shut the door quietly. The someone stepped silently over to the grimy window Aure had been looking out just a minute earlier. Aure, hidden in the shadows behind the rotting counter, wasn't seen by the mystery character, but she could definitely tell what she saw was an adolescent boy. The moonlight clearly illuminated his features; his light colored skin, dull green eyes, and dark purple hair. After a moment or so, he spoke. "Damn them…why do they have to follow me?" He seemed to be biting his lip. "Why can't they just…" his faced twisted, his anger showing quite clearly through his eyes and the way his fist clenched on the windowsill, "leave me alone!?" Tears of rage gathered in his eyes, making them shine in such a way that it seemed almost as though they were glowing. It was at this point that Aure decided to unveil herself. She took a step forward, leaving the safety of the shadows. With one trembling hand, she held out her Pokeball toward the boy. "If you make one wrong move, I'm going to throw this Pokeball at you and you will regret it dearly." Aure's voice wavered as she threatened him. Her heart pounded forcefully, bouncing vigorously against her ribcage. Her breath came out in short, ragged spurts, so that it gave the appearance of panting. The boy, standing in front of her, seemed equally terrified, but he showed his terror differently. His booted feet were frozen to the ground, his pupils dilated, and his jaw hung slightly. Aure's eyebrows were knitted together as she advanced toward him. She stared angrily. "What are you doing here?" She demanded in an ominous whisper. The boy lost his shyness.
"I came to borrow a cup of sugar." He said sarcastically. "Yeah, what the hell do you think I'm doing here?! I'm running away!" Their eyes locked in twin glares. "Idiot." He mumbled. It was at this point that Aure snapped. She rushed at him, grabbing him by the collar and pinning him against the wall. "Don't you dare talk to me like--" She was interrupted by his fist. Aure fell to the floor in a heap, her nose bloody. "Like what, little girl?" He knelt beside her, his hands curled into fists. From the floor, a muffled response came: "Don't call me little girl." She ground out. In a flash, she had his arms pinned behind his back. Though she was much smaller than he was, Aure managed to hold him in a vice-like grip. "I am not a little girl!" Her knee swiftly found a place in the middle of the older boy's back. "Who are you, anyway?"
He winced. "Why should I tell you?" In response, she kneed him again. He gasped sharply. "Point taken. My name's Haruki, and I would appreciate it if you let go of me." Aure snorted. "Yeah, right." Haruki seemed to shrug, though it was hard to tell, what with his arms locked behind him, immobilizing his shoulders. "Look here, Haruki," she said his name with scorn obvious in her tone of voice, "I don't trust you, and I don't really have much of a reason to. If you don't want to cooperate, fine, I'll let my Charizard make you." She smirked, and at the same time, Haruki smirked. "No you won't." He said matter-of-factly. "You don't have any Pokemon." When Aure's grip loosened in surprise, he wriggled out of her grasp, stood up, and grabbed the Pokeball. Haruki smiled at it smugly, pressed the button to enlarge it, and then tossed it behind him. He didn't even need to turn around to know that nothing happened, that the Pokeball had just opened and nothing had come out of it. He smirked.
"Now stop lying, and maybe I'll tell you something useful."
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Well, that's the second chapter! The third will be from a different perspective, but, of course, still third person. I'm sure you can understand what's going on, but if you can't, then you must read the next chappy. It's more of a filler, giving information so that people aren't left totally and utterly confused. So, just go ahead review, will ya? Anonymous reviews or whatever, I don't, so long as I get at least two more reviews. Also, I changed the rating to R, because of cussing and dark themes and stuff. Well, that's about all! See ya next time!
Comments: Ideas, anyone? Please! I need ideas! *gets down on knees* I'm begging you! And please review! So, starting from where I left off so long ago….
1 Eternal Night, part two
Aure's feet pounded on the pavement, the hollow pang pang pang echoing throughout the city. She panted as she ran, her heart pounding, and though it felt like she'd been running for miles, she'd probably only been running for about twenty blocks. Behind her, someone followed, but silent as the night. The fact that night was already upon Polie hadn't quite registered in Aure's mind yet, but it would soon.
Aure ducked around a corner, her footsteps now muted by grass, but she was panting harder than ever. It was probably a good thing that her stuff was kept in the abandoned general store nearby, because if she had to run much longer, Aure thought she'd probably faint.
The door swung open easily, and Aure stumbled into a corner, where her coat lay in a heap. She pulled it on, then sunk into the corner herself. She looked nervously out the grimy windows, then a memory suddenly worked its way to the front of her mind.
"Don't worry, honey, everything will be okay. They won't find us here…." A soft voice crooned. Through Aure's infant eyes, everything looked so big and new. She had the feeling of being very warm and snug, as though a very soft, fleecy blanket was wrapped tightly around her, but not so tightly that it was uncomfortable. The voice spoke again: "Aure, baby, we're going to run away, but you must remember that I will always love you." The voice was slightly worried now. "I don't know what'll happen if I—if I don't make it…." The voice trailed off as Aure closed her blue, blue eyes and yawned. A faraway gunshot rang out and Aure opened her eyes suddenly and for the first time saw the speaker. Light blue hair swirled around the woman's shoulders as she looked down the dingy alley the two were standing in. Aure looked the direction the speaker was looking, and far away, three dark figures were sprinting toward Aure and the woman. "We're leaving Aure, so hold on tight! Don't let Mommy go…"
Aure blinked suddenly, her eyes returning from their glazed state to their regular frosty-blue state. 'Where did that come from?' she wondered, 'How could I remember her…when I was so young?' Her wonderings ceased, however, when a sharp scuffling sound outside propelled her to her feet. There was bang on the door, almost as though someone was trying to—Aure gasped. 'They found me! Oh crap, they found me!' She knelt down, panic overwhelming her, and dug around in the old black backpack her things were kept in. She pulled out a Pokeball and stood just as the door opened and someone—she couldn't tell what the someone looked like in the dim light—stepped inside and shut the door quietly. The someone stepped silently over to the grimy window Aure had been looking out just a minute earlier. Aure, hidden in the shadows behind the rotting counter, wasn't seen by the mystery character, but she could definitely tell what she saw was an adolescent boy. The moonlight clearly illuminated his features; his light colored skin, dull green eyes, and dark purple hair. After a moment or so, he spoke. "Damn them…why do they have to follow me?" He seemed to be biting his lip. "Why can't they just…" his faced twisted, his anger showing quite clearly through his eyes and the way his fist clenched on the windowsill, "leave me alone!?" Tears of rage gathered in his eyes, making them shine in such a way that it seemed almost as though they were glowing. It was at this point that Aure decided to unveil herself. She took a step forward, leaving the safety of the shadows. With one trembling hand, she held out her Pokeball toward the boy. "If you make one wrong move, I'm going to throw this Pokeball at you and you will regret it dearly." Aure's voice wavered as she threatened him. Her heart pounded forcefully, bouncing vigorously against her ribcage. Her breath came out in short, ragged spurts, so that it gave the appearance of panting. The boy, standing in front of her, seemed equally terrified, but he showed his terror differently. His booted feet were frozen to the ground, his pupils dilated, and his jaw hung slightly. Aure's eyebrows were knitted together as she advanced toward him. She stared angrily. "What are you doing here?" She demanded in an ominous whisper. The boy lost his shyness.
"I came to borrow a cup of sugar." He said sarcastically. "Yeah, what the hell do you think I'm doing here?! I'm running away!" Their eyes locked in twin glares. "Idiot." He mumbled. It was at this point that Aure snapped. She rushed at him, grabbing him by the collar and pinning him against the wall. "Don't you dare talk to me like--" She was interrupted by his fist. Aure fell to the floor in a heap, her nose bloody. "Like what, little girl?" He knelt beside her, his hands curled into fists. From the floor, a muffled response came: "Don't call me little girl." She ground out. In a flash, she had his arms pinned behind his back. Though she was much smaller than he was, Aure managed to hold him in a vice-like grip. "I am not a little girl!" Her knee swiftly found a place in the middle of the older boy's back. "Who are you, anyway?"
He winced. "Why should I tell you?" In response, she kneed him again. He gasped sharply. "Point taken. My name's Haruki, and I would appreciate it if you let go of me." Aure snorted. "Yeah, right." Haruki seemed to shrug, though it was hard to tell, what with his arms locked behind him, immobilizing his shoulders. "Look here, Haruki," she said his name with scorn obvious in her tone of voice, "I don't trust you, and I don't really have much of a reason to. If you don't want to cooperate, fine, I'll let my Charizard make you." She smirked, and at the same time, Haruki smirked. "No you won't." He said matter-of-factly. "You don't have any Pokemon." When Aure's grip loosened in surprise, he wriggled out of her grasp, stood up, and grabbed the Pokeball. Haruki smiled at it smugly, pressed the button to enlarge it, and then tossed it behind him. He didn't even need to turn around to know that nothing happened, that the Pokeball had just opened and nothing had come out of it. He smirked.
"Now stop lying, and maybe I'll tell you something useful."
- - - - - -
Well, that's the second chapter! The third will be from a different perspective, but, of course, still third person. I'm sure you can understand what's going on, but if you can't, then you must read the next chappy. It's more of a filler, giving information so that people aren't left totally and utterly confused. So, just go ahead review, will ya? Anonymous reviews or whatever, I don't, so long as I get at least two more reviews. Also, I changed the rating to R, because of cussing and dark themes and stuff. Well, that's about all! See ya next time!