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Lost Dreams
By: Pixi Powder
Pixi_powder@yahoo.com
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A wall of rain made walking a challenge. Each step was a new problem. She shivered uncontrollably as the wind whipped her face. Her aqua colored rain coat had only worked for the first few hours. After that the winds changed and the rain began to beat her face, making it harder and harder to see and causing her to stumble and fall a few times.
Misty took another step forward. Her foot caught a tree root and she fell forward into the mud. "Damn it." She mumbled loudly. Why the hell does it have to rain this hard the one time I have to walk to a damn meeting. Damn League couldn't even help me get a ride. Misty picked herself up off the ground. Her rain coat caught on something sticking out of the ground and ripped up the side. "What the hell did I do to deserve this?" she questioned nobody.
The wind whistled in reply and beat the rain into her face. She turned her back to the rain and sat at the base of a tree, trying to look for some shelter. Quickly, Misty's eyes scanned the trees. A large maple tree stood just off the path. It's branches looked like they might be climbable. At least then, she might be able to escape the howling wind. Please let this work.
Misty tried to walk slowly to the tree, but the wind pushed her along, trying to shove her there even faster. She edged around the tree, using its mass to protect her from the wind. Carefully she reached her foot upward, trying to get a good grip. Her fingers slipped into the cracks of the bark and found some holding. She reached up towards the first branch. Water soaked the wood and made holding on less then pleasant. Fire red hair blew backwards in the incredible wind, whipping around and occasionally whipping back at Misty.
After much work, Misty managed to make it up a few branches. The many leaves of the tree shielded her from the onslaught of torrential rain. After the first few feet, the climb became a little dryer and a little easier. After nearly 20 minutes of climbing, Misty made it to a wide branch about 15 feet off the ground. Why didn't I make my sisters go? Make them deal with all this rain. Misty grinned at the thought of her sisters trying to walk through the mud. They'd probably die if they fell once. I'd never hear them stop complaining if they landing in a puddle of mud.
The soothing sound of the rain hitting the leaves and falling to the ground calmed Misty. The wind had died down slightly, finally making it possible for her to sit still without shivering. Every once in a while, the sound of a pidgey would escape the trees nearby. A heavy sigh escaped Misty as she leaned against the sturdy tree. The calming sounds eventually lulled Misty off to sleep.
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Snap. Misty's eyes shot open. She didn't move though. Crunch. Snap. Something was moving beneath her. Why am I so jumpy? It's probably just a pokemon. Misty tilted her head to try and see through the branches. A figure loomed under her. She shifted to try and get a better look. A twig snapped under Misty's grip.
The figure turned around, allowing Misty to see his face. He couldn't have been older then 14 or 15. His short brown hair behaved erratically and seemed to go in every direction except down. He wore a pair of blue jeans and what once was a white t-shirt. Now his jeans, his shirt, his shoes, and his face were covered in mud. The most distinct thing about the boy was that, even from 15 feet up, Misty could see the look of pure terror in his eyes.
The boy seemed to look in all directions as he took each step. He was nervous for a reason, Misty just couldn't figure out why. He froze. Everything was quiet for an instant. Not even the pokemon were making any noise. It's like they knew what was coming next. Suddenly a shot rang out from nearby. The boy took off running and Misty sat frozen. All the pokemon in the forest seemed to call out at once. The noise took Misty by surprise and she quickly reached to cover her ears. It took a full second before the thought managed to make its way to Misty's numb mind. That was a gunshot. A real gunshot. And that boy was running from it. Something is way off.
Misty was about to get down from her spot in the tree, was going to go chase after the boy, find out what on earth was going on, when she heard something moving. Something near. Something that wasn't afraid. She froze. She strained every muscle to remain still, to keep from giving herself away. To keep who ever it was from finding her. She caught a glimpse of the figure. She only saw the figure's back though.
A very calm voice broke the silence. It called to whoever was listening. "Come out come out where ever you are. I promise I won't hurt," the voice paused. After a moment of thought it quietly added, "As long as I'm on target that it." And with that, the figure raised a rifle and peered through the sight. Searching, searching for it's victim.
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A/N: Okay, first off I wanna thank the people who reviewed. Since this is my first fanfic on here, it was nice to get some positive feedback. Second, I did borrow the idea of the figure hunting the boy from a story I had to read in English class in 9th grade. I can't remember the name of it though. Anyway, feel free to review. I think I know where I'm going with the story, but I can always use some suggestions. If you have any questions, post them and I'll answer them next chapter... assuming the answers won't give away the plot line.