The blaring siren rang through Andy's head as the ambulance raced through
the streets of the town. The siren was louder than he was used to hearing
from ambulances, but maybe that was because he was inside it. He felt a
strong numbness in his left leg…then it faded…then he felt it in his right
shoulder…then it faded. He felt himself rocking back and forth,
precariously balanced between total delirium and just slightly dazed. He
was beginning to get some strength back in his legs, and could manage to
see clearly in short spurts, which he could feel getting longer. The pain
was wearing off. Andy peered out the window, surprised to find himself
quite low to the ground. He felt his eyes close, then open again, then
close. He awoke again after a jolting sensation in his lower back, and was
completely clear-headed for the first time in what seemed like forever. He
reached up to scratch his head, but couldn't bring himself to follow
through…as he raised his arm, he saw that his hands had been handcuffed
together. "What?!" he said aloud.
" So you can talk." Rang back a female voice from the front of the vehicle. It sounded sharper than Nurse Joy's – harsher. "Care to tell us what you did with the others? Or do we have to beat it out of you?"
"…" Andy shook his head in amazement. Was he still dazed? Was he imagining this entire conversation? No, he felt fine…perfectly clear. He refocused his eyes from his mysterious handcuffs to the front of the car, where he expected to see a Nurse Joy, but instead saw an Officer Jenny. "Jenny?"
"We're here. Don't move." she barked.
Andy shifted in his seat, suddenly very uncomfortable, and even more confused.
"I SAID, DON'T MOVE!" she shouted, while pulling a Pokeball from her hip, and holding it threateningly. Andy froze. "Now slowly, keep your hands in front of you…slowly…get out of the car." She opened the door, and Andy stepped out one foot at a time, watching her the whole time, making sure he was doing it right. He was too scared to try and work through his predicament logically.
Officer Jenny escorted Andy through the halls of the police station. He had never been inside one before, and was amazed at the immaculateness of it. Even more so than the Pokemon Center. He didn't know what city he was in, he didn't know why he was here, he didn't know what Jenny was talking about. All he knew was that his arm hurt from Jenny leading him down the hallway, and the loud and persistent clicks of her shoes against the tile floor was giving him a headache. She withdrew a large keyring from her skirt pocket, and opened a heavy iron door. Practically throwing him inside and into an uncomfortable chair, she began questioning him.
"Where are they?"
"Where are what?"
"WHERE ARE THEY?"
"Jenny, I…"
"OFFICER Jenny. You will address me properly, or I will…"
"..That'll be enough, Jenny." A much calmer voice echoed through the cold room. Andy looked around to try and find the source, and was able to identify it as a speaker on the celing. "He's clearly disoriented. Take it slowly."
"Fine…" she said to the speaker, then lowered her head and again addressed Andy. "The two men and their Pokemon. Where are they?"
"What men?" he responded. Did she mean Lance and Drew? Or those men who had come and…wait. Something bad had happened. He began to regain his memories of the event that had transpired immediately preceding his trip here. "Lance and Drew?" he asked.
"The trainers with the Snorlax and Gyrados who you abducted."
"Abducted? I was on the ground with a broken leg. They were taken away by three guys and a girl in white suits in these big purple balls…"
"Broken leg? Which is fine now?"
"maybe not broken…" though it certainly felt broken at the time…odd. "…these people came and said something about that Snorlax…" the Snorlax! He had it! He quickly threw his hands to his belt to get the Pokeball that had been tossed to him…and found himself on the receiving end of Jenny's attack. She lunged at him, knocking his chair over, and pinning his arms to the ground.
"DON'T MOVE."
"I was only…"
"You were going to pull something on me."
"I wasn't"
"You were. I could see it in your eyes."
"I don't even know why I'm here." He whimpered, and she eased off his wrists a little. Andy was on the verge of crying, and she could sense it.
"We have fifteen eyewitnesses that say you came into the field where two trainers were battling, you stole their Pokemon, and you somehow made the other trainers disappear."
"I…no…"
"you know? Well, that's why…"
"No… I didn't……It was three men and a woman…in white costumes…"
"He must have hit his head when that bystander tripped him." The voice spoke again. "Let him sit for a while."
Without a word, she climbed off him, and leaving him on the ground, she walked out the door, slamming it shut behind her and re-locking it. How…What….It didn't make sense. It just didn't make sense. He hadn't done anything wrong, except take that Snorlax…and he didn't even remember picking it up. He didn't have it…he didn't even… "Oh…God…OMANYTE!" He jerked to his feet, and flung his arms frantically around his body, searching for his Omanyte, but without any luck. How had this happened? How did she have any eyewitnesses…who said that he had done anything but collapse in pain when…when he felt that strange sensation. Maybe this was all a dream…
Dream…
Dream………
Dream………
He closed his eyes, felt a slight tingling, and concentrated on trying to wake himself up, but when he opened them again he was still in the interrogation room, still cold, and still with no idea why he was there. That tingling though…it felt familiar…
He closed his eyes again, and concentrated harder on sending a message to himself. "WAKE UP." He chanted in his mind, over and over…until the tingling came back, stronger than before. This was the same feeling he felt right before he…
"AAAUUUUUGGGHHH!" Andy screamed in pain again, only this time it wasn't pain directed at one part of his body, it was all over…and it wasn't pain, so much as it was a prickly tingling sensation…and…his legs were….
"OHMYGOD, MY LEGS…" Andy was seriously freaking out as he saw himself melting into the floor. His legs were no longer visible, and his torso was stuck in the concrete, trying to sink through…and the walls were collapsing onto him…and everything………………………
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" So you can talk." Rang back a female voice from the front of the vehicle. It sounded sharper than Nurse Joy's – harsher. "Care to tell us what you did with the others? Or do we have to beat it out of you?"
"…" Andy shook his head in amazement. Was he still dazed? Was he imagining this entire conversation? No, he felt fine…perfectly clear. He refocused his eyes from his mysterious handcuffs to the front of the car, where he expected to see a Nurse Joy, but instead saw an Officer Jenny. "Jenny?"
"We're here. Don't move." she barked.
Andy shifted in his seat, suddenly very uncomfortable, and even more confused.
"I SAID, DON'T MOVE!" she shouted, while pulling a Pokeball from her hip, and holding it threateningly. Andy froze. "Now slowly, keep your hands in front of you…slowly…get out of the car." She opened the door, and Andy stepped out one foot at a time, watching her the whole time, making sure he was doing it right. He was too scared to try and work through his predicament logically.
Officer Jenny escorted Andy through the halls of the police station. He had never been inside one before, and was amazed at the immaculateness of it. Even more so than the Pokemon Center. He didn't know what city he was in, he didn't know why he was here, he didn't know what Jenny was talking about. All he knew was that his arm hurt from Jenny leading him down the hallway, and the loud and persistent clicks of her shoes against the tile floor was giving him a headache. She withdrew a large keyring from her skirt pocket, and opened a heavy iron door. Practically throwing him inside and into an uncomfortable chair, she began questioning him.
"Where are they?"
"Where are what?"
"WHERE ARE THEY?"
"Jenny, I…"
"OFFICER Jenny. You will address me properly, or I will…"
"..That'll be enough, Jenny." A much calmer voice echoed through the cold room. Andy looked around to try and find the source, and was able to identify it as a speaker on the celing. "He's clearly disoriented. Take it slowly."
"Fine…" she said to the speaker, then lowered her head and again addressed Andy. "The two men and their Pokemon. Where are they?"
"What men?" he responded. Did she mean Lance and Drew? Or those men who had come and…wait. Something bad had happened. He began to regain his memories of the event that had transpired immediately preceding his trip here. "Lance and Drew?" he asked.
"The trainers with the Snorlax and Gyrados who you abducted."
"Abducted? I was on the ground with a broken leg. They were taken away by three guys and a girl in white suits in these big purple balls…"
"Broken leg? Which is fine now?"
"maybe not broken…" though it certainly felt broken at the time…odd. "…these people came and said something about that Snorlax…" the Snorlax! He had it! He quickly threw his hands to his belt to get the Pokeball that had been tossed to him…and found himself on the receiving end of Jenny's attack. She lunged at him, knocking his chair over, and pinning his arms to the ground.
"DON'T MOVE."
"I was only…"
"You were going to pull something on me."
"I wasn't"
"You were. I could see it in your eyes."
"I don't even know why I'm here." He whimpered, and she eased off his wrists a little. Andy was on the verge of crying, and she could sense it.
"We have fifteen eyewitnesses that say you came into the field where two trainers were battling, you stole their Pokemon, and you somehow made the other trainers disappear."
"I…no…"
"you know? Well, that's why…"
"No… I didn't……It was three men and a woman…in white costumes…"
"He must have hit his head when that bystander tripped him." The voice spoke again. "Let him sit for a while."
Without a word, she climbed off him, and leaving him on the ground, she walked out the door, slamming it shut behind her and re-locking it. How…What….It didn't make sense. It just didn't make sense. He hadn't done anything wrong, except take that Snorlax…and he didn't even remember picking it up. He didn't have it…he didn't even… "Oh…God…OMANYTE!" He jerked to his feet, and flung his arms frantically around his body, searching for his Omanyte, but without any luck. How had this happened? How did she have any eyewitnesses…who said that he had done anything but collapse in pain when…when he felt that strange sensation. Maybe this was all a dream…
Dream…
Dream………
Dream………
He closed his eyes, felt a slight tingling, and concentrated on trying to wake himself up, but when he opened them again he was still in the interrogation room, still cold, and still with no idea why he was there. That tingling though…it felt familiar…
He closed his eyes again, and concentrated harder on sending a message to himself. "WAKE UP." He chanted in his mind, over and over…until the tingling came back, stronger than before. This was the same feeling he felt right before he…
"AAAUUUUUGGGHHH!" Andy screamed in pain again, only this time it wasn't pain directed at one part of his body, it was all over…and it wasn't pain, so much as it was a prickly tingling sensation…and…his legs were….
"OHMYGOD, MY LEGS…" Andy was seriously freaking out as he saw himself melting into the floor. His legs were no longer visible, and his torso was stuck in the concrete, trying to sink through…and the walls were collapsing onto him…and everything………………………
…………………………………………went
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