Chapter 13: The End of the Beginning
I felt very strange when I woke up. I was confused, too… The last thing I remembered before waking up was dangling by the end of Buck's tail and getting whacked really hard in the head.
Anyway, when I woke up, I didn't open my eyes, because I felt so strange. I only moaned. I heard Buck say, "Hey… did Aniu just groan?"
Then I heard what I figured to be some kind of telepathy. {Aniu? Is that you?}
I wanted to say, "No, and who's Aniu" but it came out, "No, anblaaaargh!" because my voice was so different. Deeper, but still feminine, kinda like my throat had gotten bigger. I opened my eyes about then and noticed that my field of vision now included a rather large muzzle. That's about when it hit me how good my sense of smell had suddenly become. I could tell Buck was beside me to my left, and Roy was just to the left of him, even though I was facing to my right… all by smell. It was like getting glasses all over again, except with my nose. I raised my head and noted with some alarm how high it went. I looked down my muzzle at my hands and noticed that they were red, scaly and had black claws.
At that point I freaked out and stumbled outside, where I saw myself. Or, rather, my old body. I stared at it in shock for some time, finally welling up enough courage to nudge my old head with my new muzzle. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I recognized death's signature smell. Also somewhere back there, I noted that I was walking upon all fours, and was yet taller than I ever had been.
While my brain was trying to assimilate all this, good old Buck came running out and glared at me. He pinned his ears back and growled in defense of my old body.
"Buck," I said, "It's me. Sparky."
Buck then did several things I've never seen him do, before or since. He stared at me wide-eyed and questioningly, then let out what sounded like a chirp and grabbed my horns, pulling my face even to his. (Horns?)
"Sparks! Sparky, that really you in there?!"
"Orange." I responded.
The Mewtwo cackled and said, "It is you, Sparks! Whee!!"
He jumped up and down, still gripping my horns, cackling like a lunatic. The five birds and a silver Mew emerged from that Roman-esque building, all except the feline looking confused.
Still cackling, Buck looked over at them and said "It's Sparky! Sparky Sparky Sparky! She's in Aniu's body! Hrreehehehe!"
The birds looked even more shocked, but I confirmed Buck's proclamation with, "Yes, it's me, I'm confused too, and will SOMEBODY PLEASE PRY THIS INSANE MEWTWO OFF OF ME?!"
That wasn't necessary, as Buck let go on his own. He grinned somewhat sheepishly and apologized. The birds looked at each other, considering, and decided to rush me, cawing and squawking and whistling like a bunch of idiots. I looked over at the silver Mew and pleaded with my eyes. He just smiled and hovered off.
Eventually, I decided it was time to take my new body for a test run. I roared, and it was a true roar, nothing like my previous imitations. The birds let up for a moment, and I tore away at a full gallop, only stumbling a few times. I let out several triumphant Iguanodon-style trumpets, whipping my long tail this way and that. My Pokémon soon caught on to my game and gave chase, trying with all their might to catch me. I dodged them with as much skill as if I had been born in my new body, zigzagging, doubling back, even jumping strait up a couple times. After a while, I spread the growths on my back that I was fairly certain were wings and ran in a strait line. My Pokémon backed off, allowing me to start flapping… jumping up to gain altitude… failing… flapping harder, running faster… jumping again… feet leaving the ground…
I WAS FLYING! FLYING OF MY OWN POWER! The dream of every human when we are young, and some of us when we're old, and I had achieved it. I roared triumphantly, and my Pokémon joined me in the air. (Even Buck: as it turned out, he had been given psyonic powers by the Crystals)
As we were zipping around like a bunch of insane dolphins on catnip, a small female Mew came up to us. Her markings looked a lot like a Siamese cat; her muzzle, tail, limbs, and paws were a dark pink, and the rest of her was varying lighter shades of this color and a dab of white. Her left hind leg hung down useless, clearly lamed. She also had a slight wheeze to her breathing. It was Buck's mother, a sweetheart of a Mew named Marli. She was overjoyed to see her son, and was curious about his friends, as were all the other Mews in the Clan. So, we gathered them all together and told them our story, testing out our new psychic powers.
The other Chaos (That's what we decided to call ourselves: the Seven Chaos. My idea. Sonic reference.) dropped their species on their Names and adopted the color of their Power Crystal. So, Buck the Mewtwo became Buck the Diamond Chaos, and so on. But, I, for some reason, decided to not call myself Sparky the Topaz Chaos. Sparky the Seventh Chaos had a better ring, I guess. Alliteration, I suppose.
That was a weird day. Shoot, it was a weird fortnight. It was awesome, though. It was only the start of a lot of adventures, but it was the end of our first. And it was the start of my new life. You only live twice, after all.
I felt very strange when I woke up. I was confused, too… The last thing I remembered before waking up was dangling by the end of Buck's tail and getting whacked really hard in the head.
Anyway, when I woke up, I didn't open my eyes, because I felt so strange. I only moaned. I heard Buck say, "Hey… did Aniu just groan?"
Then I heard what I figured to be some kind of telepathy. {Aniu? Is that you?}
I wanted to say, "No, and who's Aniu" but it came out, "No, anblaaaargh!" because my voice was so different. Deeper, but still feminine, kinda like my throat had gotten bigger. I opened my eyes about then and noticed that my field of vision now included a rather large muzzle. That's about when it hit me how good my sense of smell had suddenly become. I could tell Buck was beside me to my left, and Roy was just to the left of him, even though I was facing to my right… all by smell. It was like getting glasses all over again, except with my nose. I raised my head and noted with some alarm how high it went. I looked down my muzzle at my hands and noticed that they were red, scaly and had black claws.
At that point I freaked out and stumbled outside, where I saw myself. Or, rather, my old body. I stared at it in shock for some time, finally welling up enough courage to nudge my old head with my new muzzle. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I recognized death's signature smell. Also somewhere back there, I noted that I was walking upon all fours, and was yet taller than I ever had been.
While my brain was trying to assimilate all this, good old Buck came running out and glared at me. He pinned his ears back and growled in defense of my old body.
"Buck," I said, "It's me. Sparky."
Buck then did several things I've never seen him do, before or since. He stared at me wide-eyed and questioningly, then let out what sounded like a chirp and grabbed my horns, pulling my face even to his. (Horns?)
"Sparks! Sparky, that really you in there?!"
"Orange." I responded.
The Mewtwo cackled and said, "It is you, Sparks! Whee!!"
He jumped up and down, still gripping my horns, cackling like a lunatic. The five birds and a silver Mew emerged from that Roman-esque building, all except the feline looking confused.
Still cackling, Buck looked over at them and said "It's Sparky! Sparky Sparky Sparky! She's in Aniu's body! Hrreehehehe!"
The birds looked even more shocked, but I confirmed Buck's proclamation with, "Yes, it's me, I'm confused too, and will SOMEBODY PLEASE PRY THIS INSANE MEWTWO OFF OF ME?!"
That wasn't necessary, as Buck let go on his own. He grinned somewhat sheepishly and apologized. The birds looked at each other, considering, and decided to rush me, cawing and squawking and whistling like a bunch of idiots. I looked over at the silver Mew and pleaded with my eyes. He just smiled and hovered off.
Eventually, I decided it was time to take my new body for a test run. I roared, and it was a true roar, nothing like my previous imitations. The birds let up for a moment, and I tore away at a full gallop, only stumbling a few times. I let out several triumphant Iguanodon-style trumpets, whipping my long tail this way and that. My Pokémon soon caught on to my game and gave chase, trying with all their might to catch me. I dodged them with as much skill as if I had been born in my new body, zigzagging, doubling back, even jumping strait up a couple times. After a while, I spread the growths on my back that I was fairly certain were wings and ran in a strait line. My Pokémon backed off, allowing me to start flapping… jumping up to gain altitude… failing… flapping harder, running faster… jumping again… feet leaving the ground…
I WAS FLYING! FLYING OF MY OWN POWER! The dream of every human when we are young, and some of us when we're old, and I had achieved it. I roared triumphantly, and my Pokémon joined me in the air. (Even Buck: as it turned out, he had been given psyonic powers by the Crystals)
As we were zipping around like a bunch of insane dolphins on catnip, a small female Mew came up to us. Her markings looked a lot like a Siamese cat; her muzzle, tail, limbs, and paws were a dark pink, and the rest of her was varying lighter shades of this color and a dab of white. Her left hind leg hung down useless, clearly lamed. She also had a slight wheeze to her breathing. It was Buck's mother, a sweetheart of a Mew named Marli. She was overjoyed to see her son, and was curious about his friends, as were all the other Mews in the Clan. So, we gathered them all together and told them our story, testing out our new psychic powers.
The other Chaos (That's what we decided to call ourselves: the Seven Chaos. My idea. Sonic reference.) dropped their species on their Names and adopted the color of their Power Crystal. So, Buck the Mewtwo became Buck the Diamond Chaos, and so on. But, I, for some reason, decided to not call myself Sparky the Topaz Chaos. Sparky the Seventh Chaos had a better ring, I guess. Alliteration, I suppose.
That was a weird day. Shoot, it was a weird fortnight. It was awesome, though. It was only the start of a lot of adventures, but it was the end of our first. And it was the start of my new life. You only live twice, after all.