Chapter 8
Rob: Wipeout
A/N: I decided to elaborate on Rob's identity as a surfer, but since he's not a main character anymore, I had to do it in his own solo chapter. Here is that chapter. It takes place sometime between Dark Plot and Journal. (This is revised, because I changed the rest of the plot a little.)
Aloha, dude.
Sorry, had to start out like that.
I was just chillin' in my room one day, listenin' to some tunes, when my sister comes in and asks, "Hey, Rob, me and George are goin' to the beach next Wednesday. You wanna come? You can invite." She counted on her fingers. ".three friends. That's all the room I have in my van, plus food and gear."
"Cool. I'll invite Jim and Jack and May!"
George was her boyfriend, why was he making her drive?
Anyway.
I loved summer vacation: going to the beach and surfing, hangin' out with my friends. I hadn't been on my board since before I joined the Gym. I was way outta practice.
I called my friends all within the next fifteen minutes and plans were made.
We drove cross-country all the way from Cerulean to Olivine in Johto in my sister's blue minivan. As it turned out, George drove, but his car was too small even for two people and all the things they were taking just between the two of them. Rachael, my sister, brought three swimsuits ("What if one of them gets wet?"), and a ton of sunscreen and tanning oil. George had a surfboard and then some scuba gear just in case.
Jim kept asking why Rach looked so familiar, and why the van did, too. I told him I didn't know, and he just shrugged and turned his CD player back on.
Me and May sat in the front, with two seats, and Jim and Jack were in the three-seater in the back with the "gear". Every time I looked back there, Jack was staring off into space and Jim was mouthing along with his CD.
"Dude, what's up?" I asked Jack, but he didn't answer. Not wanting to pry, I gave up.
I directed my attention to my book, "What kind of Pokemon Are You?" There was a quiz at the beginning, followed by a chapter for each type once you figured out what you were. I, naturally, was water, with a thirst for adventure (no pun intended).
I let May take the quiz. Her answers pointed to a tie between Dark and Grass, like Cacti. I laughed at the fact that she was a "psycho with a love for plants". She said this was true.
After a brief stop to get gas, Rachael switched from shotgun to driver's seat. I made sure my seatbelt was tight; she had a bad rep for driving.
We almost hit three old ladies, a woman with a baby stroller, five skateboarding kids (one of which Jim pointed out as Steve, a friend of his), and two guys with briefcases, all in the same city!
We were gonna die.
Finally, after several near-death experiences where I was convinced we were gonna meet the maker, we reached Olivine. We parked and unloaded everything. I didn't wait for them to choose a spot for the towels before grabbing my surfboard and running out to the waves.
I paddled out on my stomach towards a rather large one and stood up as it took me away.
"Woo-hoo!" I yelled as my board hit the crest of the water, then back down onto yet another wave. I went up and down for ever, then was finally overtaken by a wave I didn't see. I stood up on the wet sand and shook the water out.
I noticed that there was no breeze, yet there were a lot of waves. I wondered why, but shrugged it off and jumped back in the water.
I saw that the other three had rented a boat and had attached the floats on the back by ropes. As Jack piloted, Jim and May held on for dear life to the floats. Jim was belly-down on the larger one, while May sat in the round tube.
Jack seemed to find the bigger waves easily. Jim kept flying up into the air off of the top of a larger ripple. May never flipped off, but Jim's buoyant craft kept knocking him off. Jack would slow down and swing back around to let him back on.
Seeing another boat, the Electric specialist followed in their wake. They left two wrinkles in the water, both of which hit Jim hard, throwing him several feet away, near me.
I scooped him up on my board. He was unconscious. I tried to get back to shore when a tsunami-class wave picked me up and took me so far away from shore that I could not see the shoreline.
Okay, maybe it wasn't tsunami-class, and I was just exaggerating, but yeah.
I turned to see where I was going. The wave was taking me towards what looked like a pillar of water rising out of the water.
"What the--?" mumbled Jim, waking up. He threw up water, and then sat up. "Whoa! How'd I get here?"
"You fell into the water, away from the boat. As soon as I picked you up, this wave carried us out here."
He saw the column of water in the distance. "What's that?"
"I don't know, but we're about to find out!"
The water rose up, moving faster, and we were at the base of the thing, whatever it was. Suddenly, all the water around us became calm. The liquid shrouding the tall object broke away, revealing a human-like shape.
"What is that?" I screamed.
"I don't know, but it's." started Jim.
Suddenly, a cloud of black stuff swooped over my head. We both ducked. I looked at the figure again. It was waving its arms, directing the cloud!
"It's controlling it somehow!" I said above the waves and the strange noises coming from the shadow.
"Look, it's made up of a lot of things!" said Jim.
"Are those."
"Unown!" we both said.
They came at us again, chattering madly.
"Maybe we can defeat them all!" said Jim.
"But what about. that?" I pointed at the. thing.
"Will it make them any stronger?"
"Maybe, but we've gotta try anyway."
I sent out Godzilla, my Feraligatr, and Jim chose Goldark.
"Attack the Unown!" he commanded, and both Pokemon obeyed.
Goldark used Hyper Beam; Feraligatr, Hydro Pump.
Entire sections fell out of the cloud and into the water, where each little Unown floated there, helpless. The Pokemon repeated their assault, knocking out even more.
Finally, when the cloud was gone, the strange form turned to us. It almost looked human, but its skin was greenish. Its eyes glowed red and it had claws where its fingers should have been. Somehow, it was floating up in the air.
"What are you?" yelled Jim.
The thing didn't answer. All it did was look past us, to where another enormous was rising to crash on top of us. Then it turned away and raced off, skimming above the waves.
The wave was coming, faster and faster. Just as it was bearing down on us, a white thing smashed through it and came at us.
"It's Jack and May!"
As they raced past us, we both grabbed a tube on the back and held on for dear life. Even though Jim's flipped over and he was smashed underneath it, he held on until the wave died out.
We climbed on board and went back to shore.
"I don't think we've seen the last of that thing that attacked us," said Jim. In the distance, we saw a black cloud rise up and continue on in the direction the thing had gone.
"No," I said, watching the Unown fly off. "Not the last at all."
On the drive back, Rachael asked why we were so quiet. No one answered. We all knew that she couldn't understand.
Jim popped a CD in and put on his headphones.
"Intricate are you among the masses!" it screamed. It was so loud, that the whole car could hear it.
"Jim, turn that thing down!" said George. We all laughed dryly.
AN: There it was: revised and ready for the slight plot change. If you can tell me what song Jim was listening to, I will give you a cookie. Anyway.watch out for evel Coses.
Rob: Wipeout
A/N: I decided to elaborate on Rob's identity as a surfer, but since he's not a main character anymore, I had to do it in his own solo chapter. Here is that chapter. It takes place sometime between Dark Plot and Journal. (This is revised, because I changed the rest of the plot a little.)
Aloha, dude.
Sorry, had to start out like that.
I was just chillin' in my room one day, listenin' to some tunes, when my sister comes in and asks, "Hey, Rob, me and George are goin' to the beach next Wednesday. You wanna come? You can invite." She counted on her fingers. ".three friends. That's all the room I have in my van, plus food and gear."
"Cool. I'll invite Jim and Jack and May!"
George was her boyfriend, why was he making her drive?
Anyway.
I loved summer vacation: going to the beach and surfing, hangin' out with my friends. I hadn't been on my board since before I joined the Gym. I was way outta practice.
I called my friends all within the next fifteen minutes and plans were made.
We drove cross-country all the way from Cerulean to Olivine in Johto in my sister's blue minivan. As it turned out, George drove, but his car was too small even for two people and all the things they were taking just between the two of them. Rachael, my sister, brought three swimsuits ("What if one of them gets wet?"), and a ton of sunscreen and tanning oil. George had a surfboard and then some scuba gear just in case.
Jim kept asking why Rach looked so familiar, and why the van did, too. I told him I didn't know, and he just shrugged and turned his CD player back on.
Me and May sat in the front, with two seats, and Jim and Jack were in the three-seater in the back with the "gear". Every time I looked back there, Jack was staring off into space and Jim was mouthing along with his CD.
"Dude, what's up?" I asked Jack, but he didn't answer. Not wanting to pry, I gave up.
I directed my attention to my book, "What kind of Pokemon Are You?" There was a quiz at the beginning, followed by a chapter for each type once you figured out what you were. I, naturally, was water, with a thirst for adventure (no pun intended).
I let May take the quiz. Her answers pointed to a tie between Dark and Grass, like Cacti. I laughed at the fact that she was a "psycho with a love for plants". She said this was true.
After a brief stop to get gas, Rachael switched from shotgun to driver's seat. I made sure my seatbelt was tight; she had a bad rep for driving.
We almost hit three old ladies, a woman with a baby stroller, five skateboarding kids (one of which Jim pointed out as Steve, a friend of his), and two guys with briefcases, all in the same city!
We were gonna die.
Finally, after several near-death experiences where I was convinced we were gonna meet the maker, we reached Olivine. We parked and unloaded everything. I didn't wait for them to choose a spot for the towels before grabbing my surfboard and running out to the waves.
I paddled out on my stomach towards a rather large one and stood up as it took me away.
"Woo-hoo!" I yelled as my board hit the crest of the water, then back down onto yet another wave. I went up and down for ever, then was finally overtaken by a wave I didn't see. I stood up on the wet sand and shook the water out.
I noticed that there was no breeze, yet there were a lot of waves. I wondered why, but shrugged it off and jumped back in the water.
I saw that the other three had rented a boat and had attached the floats on the back by ropes. As Jack piloted, Jim and May held on for dear life to the floats. Jim was belly-down on the larger one, while May sat in the round tube.
Jack seemed to find the bigger waves easily. Jim kept flying up into the air off of the top of a larger ripple. May never flipped off, but Jim's buoyant craft kept knocking him off. Jack would slow down and swing back around to let him back on.
Seeing another boat, the Electric specialist followed in their wake. They left two wrinkles in the water, both of which hit Jim hard, throwing him several feet away, near me.
I scooped him up on my board. He was unconscious. I tried to get back to shore when a tsunami-class wave picked me up and took me so far away from shore that I could not see the shoreline.
Okay, maybe it wasn't tsunami-class, and I was just exaggerating, but yeah.
I turned to see where I was going. The wave was taking me towards what looked like a pillar of water rising out of the water.
"What the--?" mumbled Jim, waking up. He threw up water, and then sat up. "Whoa! How'd I get here?"
"You fell into the water, away from the boat. As soon as I picked you up, this wave carried us out here."
He saw the column of water in the distance. "What's that?"
"I don't know, but we're about to find out!"
The water rose up, moving faster, and we were at the base of the thing, whatever it was. Suddenly, all the water around us became calm. The liquid shrouding the tall object broke away, revealing a human-like shape.
"What is that?" I screamed.
"I don't know, but it's." started Jim.
Suddenly, a cloud of black stuff swooped over my head. We both ducked. I looked at the figure again. It was waving its arms, directing the cloud!
"It's controlling it somehow!" I said above the waves and the strange noises coming from the shadow.
"Look, it's made up of a lot of things!" said Jim.
"Are those."
"Unown!" we both said.
They came at us again, chattering madly.
"Maybe we can defeat them all!" said Jim.
"But what about. that?" I pointed at the. thing.
"Will it make them any stronger?"
"Maybe, but we've gotta try anyway."
I sent out Godzilla, my Feraligatr, and Jim chose Goldark.
"Attack the Unown!" he commanded, and both Pokemon obeyed.
Goldark used Hyper Beam; Feraligatr, Hydro Pump.
Entire sections fell out of the cloud and into the water, where each little Unown floated there, helpless. The Pokemon repeated their assault, knocking out even more.
Finally, when the cloud was gone, the strange form turned to us. It almost looked human, but its skin was greenish. Its eyes glowed red and it had claws where its fingers should have been. Somehow, it was floating up in the air.
"What are you?" yelled Jim.
The thing didn't answer. All it did was look past us, to where another enormous was rising to crash on top of us. Then it turned away and raced off, skimming above the waves.
The wave was coming, faster and faster. Just as it was bearing down on us, a white thing smashed through it and came at us.
"It's Jack and May!"
As they raced past us, we both grabbed a tube on the back and held on for dear life. Even though Jim's flipped over and he was smashed underneath it, he held on until the wave died out.
We climbed on board and went back to shore.
"I don't think we've seen the last of that thing that attacked us," said Jim. In the distance, we saw a black cloud rise up and continue on in the direction the thing had gone.
"No," I said, watching the Unown fly off. "Not the last at all."
On the drive back, Rachael asked why we were so quiet. No one answered. We all knew that she couldn't understand.
Jim popped a CD in and put on his headphones.
"Intricate are you among the masses!" it screamed. It was so loud, that the whole car could hear it.
"Jim, turn that thing down!" said George. We all laughed dryly.
AN: There it was: revised and ready for the slight plot change. If you can tell me what song Jim was listening to, I will give you a cookie. Anyway.watch out for evel Coses.