--Ok this is the finale of Waiting by the Window, sorry it was a day late
but I hope you enjoyed reading my fic--
Pelly dashed across the tarmac, bombs exploding everywhere. There was a nearby building and he ran inside. People were huddled under desks and in closets. "Horace?" he cried, "Horace, are you here?". But there was no response, he ran back out again. The drone of planes filled the air but the bombs had stopped. As quickly as it had begun and without his noticing, it had stopped. While his sense of fright was less, all he wanted right now was to fin Horace. Horace was a beacon of security he knew he could trust in this hectic storm. "Horace?" he yelled at the top of his tiny lungs. People began emerging from the buildings slowly. But Horace did not come out. Pelly was frantic, where was he? Surely he was ok, right? Everything always turned out ok, they always did. He scampered away to search some more.
It had been an exhausting two hours. Pelly had come up with nothing, and his master had still not come home. He slumped down next to a few barrels outside. He had searched everywhere in the entire base he could think of that a pokemon was allowed. He looked upward at the sky. He watched a pair of Pidgey dart from one tree to another chasing each other. They seemed so carefree, he wished he was so. In the space of an hour that day he had gone from the most happy-go-lucky blissfully-unaware being in the entire universe to being bogged down with emotions for the first time. It didn't cease to amaze him. Why did he care? Why did he care if god only knows how many humans and pokemon were currently working to blow each others brains out with a pointless war bent seemingly on destroying everything worth living for? He used to not care but now he did. He couldn't go back, he could never go back. Horace had opened his eyes in a way Pelly could never have dreamed, and he wasn't so sure he liked it. He had been exposed to the idea that some people really do care and that they have legitimate reasons for caring. And now, so soon after his entering the world of ideas for the first time he had lost the two he would rather have next to him than anything else. He was miserable. Where were they. The dead had already been carried off, and Horace wasn't with them so he must be somewhere. His master wasn't hurt as far as he could tell but he couldn't rule it out either. He wanted someone to hug him and tell him its all right. A chilling wind blew as a cold front came though and sent shivers up his spine. Some hug, he thought. "And thanks for nothing!" he yelled at a random fence nearby. He looked up at the light from the windows of the control tower, which now had a bright yellow light flashing from the top. And the airstrip, which had been spared from the innaccurate bombs was a glow with flashing blue lights. He squinted, up in the window of the control tower there appeared to be a small figure about a foot high standing next to the window looking out into the night. The first plane landed and taxied in, a second soon following it. Pelly crept out from his hiding spot to get a close look at the figure in the window whose figure was obscured by the glare on the glass. The door to the first plane opened and many men scrambled out. Pelly walked closer to the control tower, still unable to tell who it was. "Pelly! There you are you little rascal!" his attention was diverted. His master came bounding up, picked him up in his arms and gave him a big hug. "I heard the base was bombed and was scared for your safety. I'm glad you're all right." Pelly finally made out the figure in the window. The figure waved, and Pelly knew that everything was fine.
Pelly dashed across the tarmac, bombs exploding everywhere. There was a nearby building and he ran inside. People were huddled under desks and in closets. "Horace?" he cried, "Horace, are you here?". But there was no response, he ran back out again. The drone of planes filled the air but the bombs had stopped. As quickly as it had begun and without his noticing, it had stopped. While his sense of fright was less, all he wanted right now was to fin Horace. Horace was a beacon of security he knew he could trust in this hectic storm. "Horace?" he yelled at the top of his tiny lungs. People began emerging from the buildings slowly. But Horace did not come out. Pelly was frantic, where was he? Surely he was ok, right? Everything always turned out ok, they always did. He scampered away to search some more.
It had been an exhausting two hours. Pelly had come up with nothing, and his master had still not come home. He slumped down next to a few barrels outside. He had searched everywhere in the entire base he could think of that a pokemon was allowed. He looked upward at the sky. He watched a pair of Pidgey dart from one tree to another chasing each other. They seemed so carefree, he wished he was so. In the space of an hour that day he had gone from the most happy-go-lucky blissfully-unaware being in the entire universe to being bogged down with emotions for the first time. It didn't cease to amaze him. Why did he care? Why did he care if god only knows how many humans and pokemon were currently working to blow each others brains out with a pointless war bent seemingly on destroying everything worth living for? He used to not care but now he did. He couldn't go back, he could never go back. Horace had opened his eyes in a way Pelly could never have dreamed, and he wasn't so sure he liked it. He had been exposed to the idea that some people really do care and that they have legitimate reasons for caring. And now, so soon after his entering the world of ideas for the first time he had lost the two he would rather have next to him than anything else. He was miserable. Where were they. The dead had already been carried off, and Horace wasn't with them so he must be somewhere. His master wasn't hurt as far as he could tell but he couldn't rule it out either. He wanted someone to hug him and tell him its all right. A chilling wind blew as a cold front came though and sent shivers up his spine. Some hug, he thought. "And thanks for nothing!" he yelled at a random fence nearby. He looked up at the light from the windows of the control tower, which now had a bright yellow light flashing from the top. And the airstrip, which had been spared from the innaccurate bombs was a glow with flashing blue lights. He squinted, up in the window of the control tower there appeared to be a small figure about a foot high standing next to the window looking out into the night. The first plane landed and taxied in, a second soon following it. Pelly crept out from his hiding spot to get a close look at the figure in the window whose figure was obscured by the glare on the glass. The door to the first plane opened and many men scrambled out. Pelly walked closer to the control tower, still unable to tell who it was. "Pelly! There you are you little rascal!" his attention was diverted. His master came bounding up, picked him up in his arms and gave him a big hug. "I heard the base was bombed and was scared for your safety. I'm glad you're all right." Pelly finally made out the figure in the window. The figure waved, and Pelly knew that everything was fine.