Disclaimer: Echidnas make good friends, and own pokemon, sure. Well, accually, I do think Echidnas make good friends, but I don't own pokemon.
Never Bring a Sword Against a Gun
(Zackrey's POV)
"Hey, I hear the patrols found somebody in the woods last night. Whata ya think of that?" the man across the table from me yelled in a deep voice, obviously not realizing that he didn't have to because the cafeteria was pretty much deserted at this hour.
"I don't know what to think about it. I mean, it's not every day that they find someone in the Moon Valley." I replied, much quieter than my companion.
"Ha ha ha! Yer right. It isn't very often they find a person in the valley."
"Well, I'll see if I can find out more." With that, I left my bowl of oatmeal on the table and left, heading back to my quarters to try to get a little more sleep before I was due for my shift.
When I entered my room, one of the first things I did was looked in the mirror, seeing as how I had not yet shaved or taken a bath. My reflection, a man of about 5'8", with brown hair and a pair of golden eyes, features being smooth, but not from fat, stared back at me. Because of my golden eyes, I was often dubbed 'goldy', much to my dissatisfaction. I turned from the mirror and started stripping off my clothes in preparation of taking one of the hot baths that I usually took advantage of.
Turning on the water, which was fed from the hot springs below the base, I watched it swirl around the ceramic tub, already hot. As I slipped into it, I realized I wouldn't have enough time to get more sleep.
Stripping my clothes, I plunged into the steaming water, coming up for air after a few seconds. My soap soon found it's way into my hand, threatening to leave it if I didn't keep a firm hold on it. Grabbing the hair-soap, I scrubbed it furiously into my scalp, until the latter started to hurt. Diving under, I washed all of the soap from me, and grabbed the towel nearby. I stood up, oblivious to the fact that I was totally naked, and dried off. I finally drained the still hot water, and started to pull on my clothes.
Just as I was pulling my shirt on, there was a resounding knock on my door. Knowing it could only be Tarmaisu wanting me to take over the shift, I answered. Sure enough, there he stood in the doorway, effecting that annoying smirk of his. "It's your turn to guard the prisoner's room, Zacky." Even though I knew he only called me this to annoy me, I still got a little angry. But before I could come back with a retort, he spun on his heel and left, most likely headed for the cafeteria.
Grabbing my rifle from beside my dresser, I proceeded down the maze of hallways until I finally reached the guest rooms. Because we had never thought we would ever have to capture anyone, we simply didn't build a dungeon. I heard some sounds from inside, most likely the 'prisoner' moaning in it's sleep.
Four hours later I was extremely board. At least on my regular post I had my buddies to talk to, but here, only the occasional soldier passed by, none which I knew extremely well.
Looking hard at the prisoner's door, I decided to take a peek in at this so-called prisoner. Opening the door quietly, I poked my head around the door, expecting to find some old beraggled man. What I did find was totally different, and the last thing I was expecting. There, lying on the bed, was a beautiful young woman. She couldn't be any older than I, with her smooth skin and flaming red hair. I noticed I was staring, and quickly shut the door before anyone could see me. Now this would give me something to think about.
(Mewtwo's POV)
Sitting bolt upright in bed, I wiped the sweat away from my forehead with a three digit hand. It was the same dream, or was it better described as a nightmare. Whatever it was, dream, nightmare, or vision, I was terrified. They would come for me, get their revenge. I could still feel the warm blood from the dream seeping over me, covering me, as if it were trying to comfort me before I died.
Shaking my head free of such thoughts, I looked around to make sure that everything was safe, and then fell into an uneasy sleep. In my sleep, I mumbled, "I am the peak of existance, the ulitmate life form, engineered to be the strongest..."
(End Mewtwo's POV)
(Cathrine's POV)
I woke up on something soft, which was a change from what I had been sleeping on lately. When I opened my eyes to look around me I was in awe. There I was, sitting in a luxury bedroom. It was an acual bed I was sleeping on, not one the small sleeping bags I had slept in almost all my life.
When I tried to lift my head to get a better look, it seemed that the room shattered. My head fell quickly back to the pillow, lessing the pain but a little. Closing my eyes, I hoped for the pain to fade. Soon, though it seemed like hours, it did, and I realized how tired and weak I was. Falling back to sleep wouldn't be a problem, I thought as I drifted off to slumber.
A/N: Well, whataya think, was it worth the wait? It is a little boring, but it is essential to the story. Please press that little button down there that says review. I really need somebody to review this. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll write the next chapter. It's not that I'm an egologist, it's just that I need to know if anybody even cares. If they don't, I don't see any reason to continue. It does matter, signed or not, I'll take them. If you want to have constructive critisizim, it is also welcome. If you must flame me, though, go ahead.
Never Bring a Sword Against a Gun
(Zackrey's POV)
"Hey, I hear the patrols found somebody in the woods last night. Whata ya think of that?" the man across the table from me yelled in a deep voice, obviously not realizing that he didn't have to because the cafeteria was pretty much deserted at this hour.
"I don't know what to think about it. I mean, it's not every day that they find someone in the Moon Valley." I replied, much quieter than my companion.
"Ha ha ha! Yer right. It isn't very often they find a person in the valley."
"Well, I'll see if I can find out more." With that, I left my bowl of oatmeal on the table and left, heading back to my quarters to try to get a little more sleep before I was due for my shift.
When I entered my room, one of the first things I did was looked in the mirror, seeing as how I had not yet shaved or taken a bath. My reflection, a man of about 5'8", with brown hair and a pair of golden eyes, features being smooth, but not from fat, stared back at me. Because of my golden eyes, I was often dubbed 'goldy', much to my dissatisfaction. I turned from the mirror and started stripping off my clothes in preparation of taking one of the hot baths that I usually took advantage of.
Turning on the water, which was fed from the hot springs below the base, I watched it swirl around the ceramic tub, already hot. As I slipped into it, I realized I wouldn't have enough time to get more sleep.
Stripping my clothes, I plunged into the steaming water, coming up for air after a few seconds. My soap soon found it's way into my hand, threatening to leave it if I didn't keep a firm hold on it. Grabbing the hair-soap, I scrubbed it furiously into my scalp, until the latter started to hurt. Diving under, I washed all of the soap from me, and grabbed the towel nearby. I stood up, oblivious to the fact that I was totally naked, and dried off. I finally drained the still hot water, and started to pull on my clothes.
Just as I was pulling my shirt on, there was a resounding knock on my door. Knowing it could only be Tarmaisu wanting me to take over the shift, I answered. Sure enough, there he stood in the doorway, effecting that annoying smirk of his. "It's your turn to guard the prisoner's room, Zacky." Even though I knew he only called me this to annoy me, I still got a little angry. But before I could come back with a retort, he spun on his heel and left, most likely headed for the cafeteria.
Grabbing my rifle from beside my dresser, I proceeded down the maze of hallways until I finally reached the guest rooms. Because we had never thought we would ever have to capture anyone, we simply didn't build a dungeon. I heard some sounds from inside, most likely the 'prisoner' moaning in it's sleep.
Four hours later I was extremely board. At least on my regular post I had my buddies to talk to, but here, only the occasional soldier passed by, none which I knew extremely well.
Looking hard at the prisoner's door, I decided to take a peek in at this so-called prisoner. Opening the door quietly, I poked my head around the door, expecting to find some old beraggled man. What I did find was totally different, and the last thing I was expecting. There, lying on the bed, was a beautiful young woman. She couldn't be any older than I, with her smooth skin and flaming red hair. I noticed I was staring, and quickly shut the door before anyone could see me. Now this would give me something to think about.
(Mewtwo's POV)
Sitting bolt upright in bed, I wiped the sweat away from my forehead with a three digit hand. It was the same dream, or was it better described as a nightmare. Whatever it was, dream, nightmare, or vision, I was terrified. They would come for me, get their revenge. I could still feel the warm blood from the dream seeping over me, covering me, as if it were trying to comfort me before I died.
Shaking my head free of such thoughts, I looked around to make sure that everything was safe, and then fell into an uneasy sleep. In my sleep, I mumbled, "I am the peak of existance, the ulitmate life form, engineered to be the strongest..."
(End Mewtwo's POV)
(Cathrine's POV)
I woke up on something soft, which was a change from what I had been sleeping on lately. When I opened my eyes to look around me I was in awe. There I was, sitting in a luxury bedroom. It was an acual bed I was sleeping on, not one the small sleeping bags I had slept in almost all my life.
When I tried to lift my head to get a better look, it seemed that the room shattered. My head fell quickly back to the pillow, lessing the pain but a little. Closing my eyes, I hoped for the pain to fade. Soon, though it seemed like hours, it did, and I realized how tired and weak I was. Falling back to sleep wouldn't be a problem, I thought as I drifted off to slumber.
A/N: Well, whataya think, was it worth the wait? It is a little boring, but it is essential to the story. Please press that little button down there that says review. I really need somebody to review this. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll write the next chapter. It's not that I'm an egologist, it's just that I need to know if anybody even cares. If they don't, I don't see any reason to continue. It does matter, signed or not, I'll take them. If you want to have constructive critisizim, it is also welcome. If you must flame me, though, go ahead.