Chapter Two: Everyone has Bad Days



These buildings are amazing. Their gigantic designs easily meet the skyline, while hundreds of thousands of windows line them, reflecting afternoon sunlight. I stand frozen, head perked back completely, studying them. Soon though, dizziness strikes, and I find myself hitting flat against pavement. A small "chu" escapes from my mouth, which under this circumstance and similar ones translates to "dammit."


Yes, Pokémon swear.


Gaaah… one of my paws is stuck in chewed gum. Great. Just my luck that out of ALL places in this city, a human just happens to dispose their chewed gum in this very spot.
I need a lawyer.


Phew. Good thing I'm in an alley. If not, humans for sure would see me.


My body shifts back and forth, attempting to free this paw from the gum. Finally it breaks away. My paw remains sticky, but I'll have to deal with that for now. I can wash it with water when free time is available.


Anyway, I must find a safe shelter. Sure I'm alone right now, but humans could easily catch their eyes on me if they were to enter this alley. And don't natural-born Pokémon make home in alleys once nightfall arrives? To be in the presence of one of them is subconscious suicide, for I despise them. I despise them all!


Hmm. Seems something has grasped my attention: A way to discover this shelter my mind is in search for.


To the left is a ladder drilled into a brick building. It is a dangling ladder supported by one side. I look on all sides, pinpointing to an object that could help me reach the ladder. A broken microwave! Racing to it, pushing it, I instantly gasp for breath. The microwave is only a few inches larger than I, but nevertheless weighs more than expected.


Eventually, after a long time of nudging, the microwave is under the ladder. Using the microwave as a stool, I pounce onto the erect side of the ladder and climb my way up. A human lacks the ability to do this. One would have to use the rows of bars across the center. However, because I'm a Pikachu - AKA a member of the rodent family - my body can simply use a poll. Now on the first gable of the building, I look down, content with my fine work.


...


About ten feet away from the microwave is a box.


…
Figures I wouldn't notice a box. A FRICKEN' BOX. A box which if used could have prevented me from having to nudge with extreme effort. Oh well, life goes on.


I, on nimble paws, dash alongside a gable frame. This goes on for only a few minutes, as legs vault from several different levels, becoming higher from the ground every second. Due to this rodent body of mine, it comes to no surprise that within under a minute I am on the roof.


A neighboring building is dark inside, whereas this one is lit. I know to be there would be safer; out of the reach of humans.


Where to cross?


A phone cable connects from here to there. Ever so cautiously my body centers, starting to walk across. The cable is thin. Not a concern, though, for Pikachus are natural gymnasts, like I've said for the third time now.


"Hey, Dan!" shouts a foreign voice. A nearby H-U-M-A-N voice. "Up there. A Pikachu!"
I must defend myself from these two children. Even if they are young, they are a threat to my freedom. Cringing teeth together, eyes shut, tail upright, gathering energy, a Thunderbolt is released.


My Thunderbolt vanishes, absorbed by the phone cable. A collision of two electric sources is dangerous…


Falling.

Blackness.


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So, how are chapters one and two? Should I continue with this fanfiction? Please answer in the reviews!

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Oh, and I realize chapter two is quite a contrast in its style of writing, as compared to chapter one ^^; I tend to create stories in which the first chapter/prologue is deep and serious. Then by chapter two I lighten up a bit. But don't think this means there is no more deepness and seriousness! Those two elements are vital to me (I prefer drama to comedy), and when the situations seem appropriate, they will appear. Same goes for comedy.

...Uh... what I just said makes sense, right? o.O;