When Tasha woke up, she was laying on a couch. She tried to move a hand to
brush a stray lock out of her eyes, but to her dismay her hands were tied
together in front of her. The past night's events came rushing back to
her; the ruins, the carvings, and the fight.
"Oddish!" she yelled as soon as she found her voice, but no reply came. That is, she didn't get the reply she desired.
"So, you are awake," said a man as he stepped into view. Tasha struggled into a sitting position.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Do not worry about that," he answered, "I have.....a proposition for you. Come this way."
"Why should I? You kidnap me, hurt my friend, and take me who knows where!" yelled Tasha.
"Because it is in your interest," replied the man, coolly, "If you cooperate, you will get out of here quicker." Seeing not alternative, Tasha reluctantly complied.
The man led her past room after well-furnished room. The halls were all covered with the same rich carpet. Tasha could tell that some of the paintings and sculptures that decorated the rooms had to be near priceless. After walking this way a little bit, the man turned down a luxurious flight of stairs. Tasha followed, struggling silently against the ropes that bound her wrists. Finally the man stopped in front of a large set of double doors.
"This way." Said the man as he opened the doors. They entered a slightly dimmer hallway. At first it seemed to Tasha that the walls were lined with windows, but soon she saw they were viewing areas to various enclosures. Tasha tried to identify what was in these enclosures, but their pace was too fast. Once she thought she saw a Kabuto in the shadows, but she shook her head. Kabutos were extinct. As soon as they reached the end of this hall the man led them through another set of double doors, into a hall with large viewing windows and slightly nicer decor.
"This is what I want you to see," said the man as he stopped between two of the viewing windows. Tasha glared at him, then looked though the glass. She was horrified at what she saw. In one Moltres was perched with its head down. Its brilliant flame was weaker than it should have been. Next to Moltres, Zapdos was nervously preening itself. Several mangled yellow feathers were on the floor beneath it. Tasha gasped in horror and took a step back.
"Magnificent, aren't they," gloated the man.
"You're the one who hurt them!" gasped Tasha.
"They are mine, and soon," said the man with a smile, "I will have a specimen from every specie in the world. My collection will be complete."
"That's.....That's......That's awful!" stammered Tasha. She heard a small screech behind her and turned around. In the enclosure across from Zapdos and Moltres was Articuno. It was breathing hard, and to Tasha it was obvious the cage was to hot for it.
"You fail to see their magnificence," said the collector as he turned to admire Zapdos.
"This is wrong! You have to let them go! You are hurting them!" yelled Tasha.
"I have no intentions of losing my prizes," he said, turning his attention back to the somewhat shocked girl. "In fact," he added, "I intended on expanding it." His eyes glared at Tasha as he said that.
"What? How does that have anything to do with me?" she asked, taking another step backwards.
"You know where my prizes are," he replied, his gaze was like that of a feral predator.
"I...I don't know what you are talking about," said Tasha, backing up to the wall. But the first look of shock on her face revealed all. The collector knew she was lying.
"It isn't nice to lie," he said, "And I will get that information, one way or another." He took a step towards Tasha. Tasha ran.
She bolted down the hallway and through the double doors, having no idea where she was going.
"You can't escape from my house," the man muttered before pulling out what looked like a TV remote and pushing a button on it. Before Tasha could reach the next set of doors the steel fire doors had locked. She pulled futilely on the handle, then felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Like I said," the collector said, turning her around, "I will get that information, one way or another. You can either cooperate or......" He let the threat hang in the air.
"I don't know what you are talking about," insisted Tasha.
"You aren't very good at lying," said the man, "I will only ask nicely one more time; Where are the pokemon who's pictures were in the ruins?"
"I don't know," repeated Tasha.
"Fine, I am prepared to do things the hard way," he grabbed Tasha by her arms and threw her over his shoulder
"Put me down! Help!" she screamed.
"There is no one to hear you," chuckled the collector. Tasha kicked and screamed, but nothing seemed to faze the man. He took her through the halls and made a left turn. In the new hallway, which was the opposite end of the same hallway where Tasha had started, the man entered a room. The room was sparsely decorated, and the floor was tile. There was a long rectangular table and a couch. In the middle of the room was some kind of raised platform. It was circular, about three feet in diameter, and about two inches off of the ground. From opposite ends of the circle, two poles rose, each about three feet high. Manacles dangled from the ends of these poles.
The man dropped Tasha in the middle of the circle. Keeping a firm grip on her wrists, he untied the rope. Tasha continued to kick and scream, but she was held even more tightly. Dropping her right hand the man began to force her left wrist into the manacle. Tasha doubled her efforts and felt his grip sliding. She threw her weight down in an attempt to escape when he kicked her in the back of the knee. Tasha cried out in pain as her leg gave out from under her. This gave the man time to bind her wrist to the platform. He didn't have so much trouble fastening her other arm.
Tasha struggled against the restraints, but they proved to be stronger than the ropes. Tasha found she could stand easily, but sitting meant her arms were almost fully extended above her head. The man walked to look her in the face. A uncoiled a long rope that looked like an extension cord from his belt.
"Your choice," he said, staring her down, "the easy way, or the hard way."
"I don't know anything!" she insisted.
"Fine," the man walked behind her. He turned on the tazer as he walked. Shortly he was behind Tasha. (In slow motion) He gripped the weapon tighter, raised it above his head so that the whip was full extended by his side. Tasha tensed up, drawing herself into as little space as possible. She cringed and closed her eyes. The tazer began to descend (Sharp change to black).
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"Oddish!" she yelled as soon as she found her voice, but no reply came. That is, she didn't get the reply she desired.
"So, you are awake," said a man as he stepped into view. Tasha struggled into a sitting position.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Do not worry about that," he answered, "I have.....a proposition for you. Come this way."
"Why should I? You kidnap me, hurt my friend, and take me who knows where!" yelled Tasha.
"Because it is in your interest," replied the man, coolly, "If you cooperate, you will get out of here quicker." Seeing not alternative, Tasha reluctantly complied.
The man led her past room after well-furnished room. The halls were all covered with the same rich carpet. Tasha could tell that some of the paintings and sculptures that decorated the rooms had to be near priceless. After walking this way a little bit, the man turned down a luxurious flight of stairs. Tasha followed, struggling silently against the ropes that bound her wrists. Finally the man stopped in front of a large set of double doors.
"This way." Said the man as he opened the doors. They entered a slightly dimmer hallway. At first it seemed to Tasha that the walls were lined with windows, but soon she saw they were viewing areas to various enclosures. Tasha tried to identify what was in these enclosures, but their pace was too fast. Once she thought she saw a Kabuto in the shadows, but she shook her head. Kabutos were extinct. As soon as they reached the end of this hall the man led them through another set of double doors, into a hall with large viewing windows and slightly nicer decor.
"This is what I want you to see," said the man as he stopped between two of the viewing windows. Tasha glared at him, then looked though the glass. She was horrified at what she saw. In one Moltres was perched with its head down. Its brilliant flame was weaker than it should have been. Next to Moltres, Zapdos was nervously preening itself. Several mangled yellow feathers were on the floor beneath it. Tasha gasped in horror and took a step back.
"Magnificent, aren't they," gloated the man.
"You're the one who hurt them!" gasped Tasha.
"They are mine, and soon," said the man with a smile, "I will have a specimen from every specie in the world. My collection will be complete."
"That's.....That's......That's awful!" stammered Tasha. She heard a small screech behind her and turned around. In the enclosure across from Zapdos and Moltres was Articuno. It was breathing hard, and to Tasha it was obvious the cage was to hot for it.
"You fail to see their magnificence," said the collector as he turned to admire Zapdos.
"This is wrong! You have to let them go! You are hurting them!" yelled Tasha.
"I have no intentions of losing my prizes," he said, turning his attention back to the somewhat shocked girl. "In fact," he added, "I intended on expanding it." His eyes glared at Tasha as he said that.
"What? How does that have anything to do with me?" she asked, taking another step backwards.
"You know where my prizes are," he replied, his gaze was like that of a feral predator.
"I...I don't know what you are talking about," said Tasha, backing up to the wall. But the first look of shock on her face revealed all. The collector knew she was lying.
"It isn't nice to lie," he said, "And I will get that information, one way or another." He took a step towards Tasha. Tasha ran.
She bolted down the hallway and through the double doors, having no idea where she was going.
"You can't escape from my house," the man muttered before pulling out what looked like a TV remote and pushing a button on it. Before Tasha could reach the next set of doors the steel fire doors had locked. She pulled futilely on the handle, then felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Like I said," the collector said, turning her around, "I will get that information, one way or another. You can either cooperate or......" He let the threat hang in the air.
"I don't know what you are talking about," insisted Tasha.
"You aren't very good at lying," said the man, "I will only ask nicely one more time; Where are the pokemon who's pictures were in the ruins?"
"I don't know," repeated Tasha.
"Fine, I am prepared to do things the hard way," he grabbed Tasha by her arms and threw her over his shoulder
"Put me down! Help!" she screamed.
"There is no one to hear you," chuckled the collector. Tasha kicked and screamed, but nothing seemed to faze the man. He took her through the halls and made a left turn. In the new hallway, which was the opposite end of the same hallway where Tasha had started, the man entered a room. The room was sparsely decorated, and the floor was tile. There was a long rectangular table and a couch. In the middle of the room was some kind of raised platform. It was circular, about three feet in diameter, and about two inches off of the ground. From opposite ends of the circle, two poles rose, each about three feet high. Manacles dangled from the ends of these poles.
The man dropped Tasha in the middle of the circle. Keeping a firm grip on her wrists, he untied the rope. Tasha continued to kick and scream, but she was held even more tightly. Dropping her right hand the man began to force her left wrist into the manacle. Tasha doubled her efforts and felt his grip sliding. She threw her weight down in an attempt to escape when he kicked her in the back of the knee. Tasha cried out in pain as her leg gave out from under her. This gave the man time to bind her wrist to the platform. He didn't have so much trouble fastening her other arm.
Tasha struggled against the restraints, but they proved to be stronger than the ropes. Tasha found she could stand easily, but sitting meant her arms were almost fully extended above her head. The man walked to look her in the face. A uncoiled a long rope that looked like an extension cord from his belt.
"Your choice," he said, staring her down, "the easy way, or the hard way."
"I don't know anything!" she insisted.
"Fine," the man walked behind her. He turned on the tazer as he walked. Shortly he was behind Tasha. (In slow motion) He gripped the weapon tighter, raised it above his head so that the whip was full extended by his side. Tasha tensed up, drawing herself into as little space as possible. She cringed and closed her eyes. The tazer began to descend (Sharp change to black).
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