The Emerald League ~ Paper Hearts
By Himitsu no Hi
The rain continued to fall as Misty and Brock struggled through the relentless wind. Misty felt weak; she was sure that without Brock holding onto her she would have blown away. Cuddling into her pink jacket for warmth, she found none; her whole body shook from the cold and the fear. Ash was all that she could think of, his face as he fell-she hoped against all of the odds that they would find him, that he wasn't...
Brock looked out into the downpour, he could barely see three meters in front of him, but he knew that they had entered the town - the signpost he had walked into told him that much. They had been walking for what seemed like hours, his legs were tired and his arms ached from trying to support Misty. He had never seen her like this before, she seemed so... lost.
"Brock!" Misty's subdued voice cried through the rumbling thunder. Her hand was out stretched in front of her, pointing at something. Brock looked up,
"A Pokémon centre!"
They picked up their pace, finding strength from somewhere, they splashed through the puddle flooded streets towards shelter. Finally they burst in through the Pokémon centre doors. Misty collapsed onto her knees as Brock rested on a bench nearby.
"Oh dear!" Nurse Joy cried, running over to the soaked duo,
"What happened?" she asked helping Misty to her feet. Brock, on hearing Nurse Joy's voice suddenly forgot his fatigue and rushed over to her, grabbing her hand,
"Wow! Nurse Joy, your prettier than all of the other nurse Joy's I've seen...and I've seen a lot!" he gushed. Brock's face had turned red and his feet hovered above the ground... floating on air. Nurse Joy blushed.
"How dare you think about that when Ash needs our help!" Misty yelled, pulling a mallet out of thin air and hammering him over the head.
"OW!" Brock cried, waving an arm out in defence.
Misty turned to look at Nurse Joy, her hair and clothes were dripping, forming puddles over the Pokémon centre floor, and her aqua eyes betrayed her as being close to tears,
"Nurse Joy, we need help. Our friend Ash fell into the river just outside of town! We have to find him."
She stared hopefully at the nurse, whose expression had become serious and troubled,
"I'll call Officer Jenny right away!" Brock and Misty followed close behind as Nurse Joy hurried over to the phone.
Officer Jenny stood amidst turmoil. People hurriedly waded from place to place around her, as she stood on a chair in the middle of a water-flooded room. Furniture floated around the chaos filled police station, papers were flying in the air, some people cried, others yelled. The storm raged on outside.
The familiar alert of, "Phone call, Phone call!" echoed out into the office. Officer Jenny glanced to the offending machine before paddling over to it and picking up the receiver,
"Hello Nurse Joy..." she mumbled, "what is the problem?"
Joy looked in confusion at the scene that greeted her, before continuing,
"Jenny, there has been an accident, a young boy has fallen into Drito river!'
Jenny sighed and shook her head,
"I'm sorry Nurse Joy, but there is nothing I can do." She turned the screen to the picture behind her. An officer sitting at his desk answering phone calls floated past.
"I can't get out of the office, you know how these five day Kunga rains are-the doors are jammed shut by the water...maybe *crackle* if you *crackle* help *crackle*" Nurse Joy frowned, she was loosing the connection,
"Officer Jenny I can't hear you!" she cried. The picture on the screen faded from the office scene and turned black, it crackled static in one last try to re connect, then faded again.
Joy turned to look at Misty and Brock who stood dripping behind her. Brock's face looked glum as he lowered his head. How were they going to help Ash when even the police couldn't manage with the storm? Misty's chin quivered and then she burst into tears, her shoulders rose and fell and her body shook as she sobbed.
'No," she cried, "We can't give up - we haven't even tried anything yet!" She looked again to Brock,
"Please Brock, we have to go back out... we have to find Ash!'
Brock looked at her, his eyes as sorrowful as her own.
'Misty there is nothing we can do... not right now. The storm is too bad, if we go back out there we'll drown and then we'll never be able to help Ash."
Misty knew that he was right, but she still didn't want to believe it. She pounded her fists on Brock's chest,
'No!' she muttered continuously, her cries fading with each sob. Brock put his arm around her and looked to Nurse Joy for support. He wasn't used to Misty being so upset, angry yes but not so utterly dependent on him. Normally she turned to Ash, who knew how sooth her worries, or they worked as a team to help, but now he felt completely alone.
"You can spend the night here. Get some rest. Things will seem brighter in the morning." Nurse Joy offered trying to be comforting. Brock nodded and began to lead Misty away to the dormitory area of the Pokémon centre. Nurse Joy watched sadly as they disappeared down the darkened corridors. Misty's cries lingered for a few moments, then all was silent.
"Poor things, they have been through so much. To loose a close friend is such a terrible thing.' She whispered.
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Meanwhile outside, the storm raged on, thunder crashed and lightning lit up the forests with an eerie glow. A few miles down stream from the town, a young girl ran through the forest. The trees shook violently around her, as her long brown hair whipped about her face in the wind. Stopping for a moment she pulled her green over coat tightly around her, but it was little protection from the madness of the storm.
"Bulba?" she called out again, her voice fading with the rumble of the thunder. Her violet eyes scanned the woodland.
"Bulba...where are you?"
Suddenly a moving vine beside a tree caught her attention. Straining her eyes she called again,
"Bulba?"
She edged closer to the tree and there found, hiding among the bushes, happily munching on some rosy red apples her little Bulbasaur.
"Thank goodness I found you!" she cried, gently picking up the confused Bulbasaur.
'How many times have I told you not to wander off like that?" She smiled, it was only a baby, it didn't understand the danger of the storm.
"Come on the storms getting worse, we better head back to the cabin."
"Bul...Ba!" the small Pokémon replied.
The girl held Bulba closely to her and began to walk quickly back through the forest. Her shoes and legs were caked in mud and the freezing rain had turned her fingers to ice, she would be glad to get back indoors by her fire.
Suddenly Bulba shouted out, its ears pricked up and it jumped from the girl's arms.
'What's wrong Bulba?" The girl asked concerned. Although Bulba was only young it had an excellent instinct and could sense trouble instantly, her Bulba was going to be an amazing Pokémon. Bulba darted off between the trees without stopping to answer the girl, she followed it at once...something was wrong. They came to a stop by the edge of the river, its waves were huge and water over flowed the banks, making the mud so runny that their feet began to sink.
"Bulba, Bulba, Bulbasaur, Saur!"
The girl, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of mud seeping into her shoes stared out into the water; a silent gasp escaped her lips as she realised what Bulba was showing her. Someone was drowning in the river!
"Bulba quick, use your vines to haul them ashore!"
The small Pokémon nodded and stretched out its vines- using all of its strength and a little help from the girl, a young boy, clutching a Pikachu was dragged up onto the riverbank. The girl knelt down beside the stranger, and checked he was still breathing, her eyes filled with concern. He was still alive, but barely so. She then looked to the Pokémon; it was in a bad way and needed medical attention immediately.
"Come on Bulba, we better get them to the cabin straight away."
The girl lifted the boy into her arms, straining under the weight of both him and his Pokémon. She and Bulba ran as quickly as they could through the forest, but the wind and rain did everything they could to slow her progress. She held the boy closer to her as she battled against the elements,
"Just hold on," she whispered.
Finally they reached the cabin. Bulba threw open the wooden front - door with its vines and waited inside. Not long after the girl rushed in and laid the boy down on her living room floor. Quickly she took off her jacket and lay Pikachu inside, then handed the Pokémon to Bulba,
"Wrap it in blankets and use the coral potion and antidote."
The Bulbasaur obeyed, taking Pikachu in its vines; it wandered off into another room.
The girl returned her gaze to the young boy. She felt for his pulse again, but she could not find one. He had stopped breathing. Quickly she opened his airways and began to breathe the life back into him. Her heart pounded and water dripped from her hair onto his cheeks as she gasped for air.
"Come on boy wake up!" she cried
Suddenly his eyes began to twitch. She held her breath as they opened briefly,
"Its okay," she whispered, "your safe."
Ash's eyes closed once more and he drifted into a deep sleep.
Author's babble:
See as promised^ . ^ Thank you for the reviews Tsunami san and Cherry Firefly san!
By Himitsu no Hi
The rain continued to fall as Misty and Brock struggled through the relentless wind. Misty felt weak; she was sure that without Brock holding onto her she would have blown away. Cuddling into her pink jacket for warmth, she found none; her whole body shook from the cold and the fear. Ash was all that she could think of, his face as he fell-she hoped against all of the odds that they would find him, that he wasn't...
Brock looked out into the downpour, he could barely see three meters in front of him, but he knew that they had entered the town - the signpost he had walked into told him that much. They had been walking for what seemed like hours, his legs were tired and his arms ached from trying to support Misty. He had never seen her like this before, she seemed so... lost.
"Brock!" Misty's subdued voice cried through the rumbling thunder. Her hand was out stretched in front of her, pointing at something. Brock looked up,
"A Pokémon centre!"
They picked up their pace, finding strength from somewhere, they splashed through the puddle flooded streets towards shelter. Finally they burst in through the Pokémon centre doors. Misty collapsed onto her knees as Brock rested on a bench nearby.
"Oh dear!" Nurse Joy cried, running over to the soaked duo,
"What happened?" she asked helping Misty to her feet. Brock, on hearing Nurse Joy's voice suddenly forgot his fatigue and rushed over to her, grabbing her hand,
"Wow! Nurse Joy, your prettier than all of the other nurse Joy's I've seen...and I've seen a lot!" he gushed. Brock's face had turned red and his feet hovered above the ground... floating on air. Nurse Joy blushed.
"How dare you think about that when Ash needs our help!" Misty yelled, pulling a mallet out of thin air and hammering him over the head.
"OW!" Brock cried, waving an arm out in defence.
Misty turned to look at Nurse Joy, her hair and clothes were dripping, forming puddles over the Pokémon centre floor, and her aqua eyes betrayed her as being close to tears,
"Nurse Joy, we need help. Our friend Ash fell into the river just outside of town! We have to find him."
She stared hopefully at the nurse, whose expression had become serious and troubled,
"I'll call Officer Jenny right away!" Brock and Misty followed close behind as Nurse Joy hurried over to the phone.
Officer Jenny stood amidst turmoil. People hurriedly waded from place to place around her, as she stood on a chair in the middle of a water-flooded room. Furniture floated around the chaos filled police station, papers were flying in the air, some people cried, others yelled. The storm raged on outside.
The familiar alert of, "Phone call, Phone call!" echoed out into the office. Officer Jenny glanced to the offending machine before paddling over to it and picking up the receiver,
"Hello Nurse Joy..." she mumbled, "what is the problem?"
Joy looked in confusion at the scene that greeted her, before continuing,
"Jenny, there has been an accident, a young boy has fallen into Drito river!'
Jenny sighed and shook her head,
"I'm sorry Nurse Joy, but there is nothing I can do." She turned the screen to the picture behind her. An officer sitting at his desk answering phone calls floated past.
"I can't get out of the office, you know how these five day Kunga rains are-the doors are jammed shut by the water...maybe *crackle* if you *crackle* help *crackle*" Nurse Joy frowned, she was loosing the connection,
"Officer Jenny I can't hear you!" she cried. The picture on the screen faded from the office scene and turned black, it crackled static in one last try to re connect, then faded again.
Joy turned to look at Misty and Brock who stood dripping behind her. Brock's face looked glum as he lowered his head. How were they going to help Ash when even the police couldn't manage with the storm? Misty's chin quivered and then she burst into tears, her shoulders rose and fell and her body shook as she sobbed.
'No," she cried, "We can't give up - we haven't even tried anything yet!" She looked again to Brock,
"Please Brock, we have to go back out... we have to find Ash!'
Brock looked at her, his eyes as sorrowful as her own.
'Misty there is nothing we can do... not right now. The storm is too bad, if we go back out there we'll drown and then we'll never be able to help Ash."
Misty knew that he was right, but she still didn't want to believe it. She pounded her fists on Brock's chest,
'No!' she muttered continuously, her cries fading with each sob. Brock put his arm around her and looked to Nurse Joy for support. He wasn't used to Misty being so upset, angry yes but not so utterly dependent on him. Normally she turned to Ash, who knew how sooth her worries, or they worked as a team to help, but now he felt completely alone.
"You can spend the night here. Get some rest. Things will seem brighter in the morning." Nurse Joy offered trying to be comforting. Brock nodded and began to lead Misty away to the dormitory area of the Pokémon centre. Nurse Joy watched sadly as they disappeared down the darkened corridors. Misty's cries lingered for a few moments, then all was silent.
"Poor things, they have been through so much. To loose a close friend is such a terrible thing.' She whispered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile outside, the storm raged on, thunder crashed and lightning lit up the forests with an eerie glow. A few miles down stream from the town, a young girl ran through the forest. The trees shook violently around her, as her long brown hair whipped about her face in the wind. Stopping for a moment she pulled her green over coat tightly around her, but it was little protection from the madness of the storm.
"Bulba?" she called out again, her voice fading with the rumble of the thunder. Her violet eyes scanned the woodland.
"Bulba...where are you?"
Suddenly a moving vine beside a tree caught her attention. Straining her eyes she called again,
"Bulba?"
She edged closer to the tree and there found, hiding among the bushes, happily munching on some rosy red apples her little Bulbasaur.
"Thank goodness I found you!" she cried, gently picking up the confused Bulbasaur.
'How many times have I told you not to wander off like that?" She smiled, it was only a baby, it didn't understand the danger of the storm.
"Come on the storms getting worse, we better head back to the cabin."
"Bul...Ba!" the small Pokémon replied.
The girl held Bulba closely to her and began to walk quickly back through the forest. Her shoes and legs were caked in mud and the freezing rain had turned her fingers to ice, she would be glad to get back indoors by her fire.
Suddenly Bulba shouted out, its ears pricked up and it jumped from the girl's arms.
'What's wrong Bulba?" The girl asked concerned. Although Bulba was only young it had an excellent instinct and could sense trouble instantly, her Bulba was going to be an amazing Pokémon. Bulba darted off between the trees without stopping to answer the girl, she followed it at once...something was wrong. They came to a stop by the edge of the river, its waves were huge and water over flowed the banks, making the mud so runny that their feet began to sink.
"Bulba, Bulba, Bulbasaur, Saur!"
The girl, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of mud seeping into her shoes stared out into the water; a silent gasp escaped her lips as she realised what Bulba was showing her. Someone was drowning in the river!
"Bulba quick, use your vines to haul them ashore!"
The small Pokémon nodded and stretched out its vines- using all of its strength and a little help from the girl, a young boy, clutching a Pikachu was dragged up onto the riverbank. The girl knelt down beside the stranger, and checked he was still breathing, her eyes filled with concern. He was still alive, but barely so. She then looked to the Pokémon; it was in a bad way and needed medical attention immediately.
"Come on Bulba, we better get them to the cabin straight away."
The girl lifted the boy into her arms, straining under the weight of both him and his Pokémon. She and Bulba ran as quickly as they could through the forest, but the wind and rain did everything they could to slow her progress. She held the boy closer to her as she battled against the elements,
"Just hold on," she whispered.
Finally they reached the cabin. Bulba threw open the wooden front - door with its vines and waited inside. Not long after the girl rushed in and laid the boy down on her living room floor. Quickly she took off her jacket and lay Pikachu inside, then handed the Pokémon to Bulba,
"Wrap it in blankets and use the coral potion and antidote."
The Bulbasaur obeyed, taking Pikachu in its vines; it wandered off into another room.
The girl returned her gaze to the young boy. She felt for his pulse again, but she could not find one. He had stopped breathing. Quickly she opened his airways and began to breathe the life back into him. Her heart pounded and water dripped from her hair onto his cheeks as she gasped for air.
"Come on boy wake up!" she cried
Suddenly his eyes began to twitch. She held her breath as they opened briefly,
"Its okay," she whispered, "your safe."
Ash's eyes closed once more and he drifted into a deep sleep.
Author's babble:
See as promised^ . ^ Thank you for the reviews Tsunami san and Cherry Firefly san!