Luna suddenly woke up, "YOU MONSTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!" she
scrambled up onto her feet. Blobs of every color of the rainbow blinded her
vision; her eyes soon began to focus. She had been clearly moved to another
location because it wasn't the place she had remembered being in last.
The four men in front of her, three she recognized as Rockets, holding back another one. He was different . . .the blond hair . . .and brown eyes. Her eyes had widened . . .they had succeeded.
"DAD!" her feet suddenly gained strength that she had strived to obtain. Luna fumbled her way in front of her father. Her big pink eyes looked intensively in the eyes of the Rocket's eyes, "What are you doing? . . ."
A smirk crossed the man's face, "Proving that what works on Poke'mon, works on man as well." He was holding something of a remote control; his thumb pressed the center button, a blood red one.
Luna's father suddenly began to twitch in pain. He was clinching his teeth, as though to keep the pain locked away, "L-Luna . . .get out of here."
"I'm not leaving without you . . ."
"GO NOW! I CAN TAKE CARE OF THIS MYSELF LUNA!"
"NO! You've been telling me that since the day I was born . . ." crystals formed in her eyes, "All I've been told is 'Go away Luna. This is too dangerous for you.' 'Leave me be Luna. I've got grownup work to do.' 'I have NO TIME FOR YOU LUNA! This is something that I can FINALLY DO! WHY CAN'T I HELP YOU?!" the Rockets looked left and right at the family conflict happening before their very eyes; the girl, was snapping at the pitiful sight that was her father.
"Why wouldn't you let me help you Leon?"
"It's too dangerous . . .It's my fault that this happened Luna, and now it's time for me to fix it." A jolt of electricity-shock spun though Leon's body. The next thing that had happened was the most disgusting thing that she had seen so far: his face turned puck green and the eyeballs flipped to the back of his head. Luna gasped . . .how could she let this happen? How . . .why . . .why was she so weak? Why didn't she help him? Why . . .why . . .why . . .
"Take his body to the prison at the other side of that base . . ." one of the Rocket brutes lifted up Leon's body over his head. Luna's back was glittering with sweaty Goosebumps . . .but I small miracle happened that day. One of Leon's Pokeballs slid out from under his coat pocket and landed at Luna's feet.
Luna reconzied it right away as Slighter, her father's favorite Poke'mon. She smiled, and slide the ball into her pocket unnoticed by any other of the Rockets.
'I'll get you out of there, Dad. No matter what.' She let the Rockets loge her back down to where she was held before, but this time a smile was across her face.
"So . . ." Ash, Misty and Brock looked a bit tence that she was back.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!" Brock hugged Luna around the waist, "a girl as pretty as you doesn't deserve to die at such a young age!" Misty dragged Brock away from Luna, who just beamed.
"You seem happier then what you were," Ash noticed, "why?"
"I've gotta plan to bust us out of here and save my dad from Team Rocket!"
"OH! COOL BEANS!"
-*
YW: Yes, I know I ended a chapter with 'Cool beans'
Brock: ^_^ review or . . .
YW: *shrugs*
Brock: um . .we don't know. So BYE!
The four men in front of her, three she recognized as Rockets, holding back another one. He was different . . .the blond hair . . .and brown eyes. Her eyes had widened . . .they had succeeded.
"DAD!" her feet suddenly gained strength that she had strived to obtain. Luna fumbled her way in front of her father. Her big pink eyes looked intensively in the eyes of the Rocket's eyes, "What are you doing? . . ."
A smirk crossed the man's face, "Proving that what works on Poke'mon, works on man as well." He was holding something of a remote control; his thumb pressed the center button, a blood red one.
Luna's father suddenly began to twitch in pain. He was clinching his teeth, as though to keep the pain locked away, "L-Luna . . .get out of here."
"I'm not leaving without you . . ."
"GO NOW! I CAN TAKE CARE OF THIS MYSELF LUNA!"
"NO! You've been telling me that since the day I was born . . ." crystals formed in her eyes, "All I've been told is 'Go away Luna. This is too dangerous for you.' 'Leave me be Luna. I've got grownup work to do.' 'I have NO TIME FOR YOU LUNA! This is something that I can FINALLY DO! WHY CAN'T I HELP YOU?!" the Rockets looked left and right at the family conflict happening before their very eyes; the girl, was snapping at the pitiful sight that was her father.
"Why wouldn't you let me help you Leon?"
"It's too dangerous . . .It's my fault that this happened Luna, and now it's time for me to fix it." A jolt of electricity-shock spun though Leon's body. The next thing that had happened was the most disgusting thing that she had seen so far: his face turned puck green and the eyeballs flipped to the back of his head. Luna gasped . . .how could she let this happen? How . . .why . . .why was she so weak? Why didn't she help him? Why . . .why . . .why . . .
"Take his body to the prison at the other side of that base . . ." one of the Rocket brutes lifted up Leon's body over his head. Luna's back was glittering with sweaty Goosebumps . . .but I small miracle happened that day. One of Leon's Pokeballs slid out from under his coat pocket and landed at Luna's feet.
Luna reconzied it right away as Slighter, her father's favorite Poke'mon. She smiled, and slide the ball into her pocket unnoticed by any other of the Rockets.
'I'll get you out of there, Dad. No matter what.' She let the Rockets loge her back down to where she was held before, but this time a smile was across her face.
"So . . ." Ash, Misty and Brock looked a bit tence that she was back.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!" Brock hugged Luna around the waist, "a girl as pretty as you doesn't deserve to die at such a young age!" Misty dragged Brock away from Luna, who just beamed.
"You seem happier then what you were," Ash noticed, "why?"
"I've gotta plan to bust us out of here and save my dad from Team Rocket!"
"OH! COOL BEANS!"
-*
YW: Yes, I know I ended a chapter with 'Cool beans'
Brock: ^_^ review or . . .
YW: *shrugs*
Brock: um . .we don't know. So BYE!
