Chapter 8: Power of Dreams
Skye bolted up after hearing Jenna seven feet away. "Ow. . . Jenna, another dream about Phil?"
Jenna gasped, trying to get her breath back. "Yeah," She said, "Only this time he. . . I don't know. . . almost died."
"Getting rougher all the time, eh?" Skye said, "Maybe it means something."
"I don't know. . ." Jenna said, clutching her blanket, "If it were, I wouldn't even know if he was alive right now. . ."
"Get up." Skye said, "Tell me about it."
Jenna got up off her hammock and followed Skye outside.
For the last two days, after Jenna dismissed the Waddle Dee sighting as an illusion of some sort, Skye had been kind enough to let her stay at his place, which was a shallow cave. It was mostly filled with reminders of he used to be, and other things he had found that might have been of some importance.
Jenna immediately had dreams the first night, about Phil being trapped in a dungeon, fighing for his life, and another, a calmer one, about him walking across a large field of grass.
Jenna followed Skye up the tree outside. Since she had been here, she realized that she had been incredibly agile, able to climb trees, and control electricity to some extent, as could Skye.
Skye sat himself down across some of the thicker tree branches, and Jenna sat a little lower, about six feet from him.
"Tell me what happened this time." Skye said.
"Phil was lost in the forest. . . and had a broken arm. He found his way to a town eventually, but since he didn't have any money for the hospital, he traded a gem he found for some cash at a pawn shop nearby, and he fainted right then."
"Sounds like from blood loss." Skye said, "Hey, was the pawn shop across the road from the hospital?"
"Yes. . . it was. . . how did you know?"
"There's a pawn shop at Magenta City that's right across from a hospital."
"There is?"
"Yeah, I've gone there quite a few times myself. I do occasionally find valuable things that don't have any value whatsoever."
"But. . . doesn't the man there. . ."
"No, he doesn't mind hybrids. He's one of the few that don't."
"Why not?"
"His son is one as of six years ago."
"Oh. . ." Jenna thought it might was obvious from there.
"If you're boyfriend is there, he might be at the hospital right now. Let's go."
"Now?"
"Why not? I never make any plans, you probably don't have any either."
Jenna paused.
"Come on. It's this way." Skye said as he jumped off the tree.
Jenna followed him. The drop was about twelve feet, but Jenna had found out recently that her reflexes were like a cat's, and her frame was about ten percent the weight of what it had been. She landed quietly.
Jenna walked with Skye down the road.
"How far is Magenta city?" Jenna asked quiziotically.
"About a mile." Skye replied, "It should take us less than an hour to get there."
"Is anyone going to see us?"
"Not likely, unless there are some late-night pokémon trainers outside. If we do see some, it's no reason to worry. We can always hide until they pass."
Skye opened the knapsack that he had picked up by a bush and showed the contents to Jenna. "Trenchcoats." Skye said, "And broad-rimmed hats. Don't worry, I thought of everything, we'll be safe."
Jenna still didn't feel relieved. She was worried someone might spot them at any moment.
"I also have a few thing in here that I've been meaning to trade to Jack, the man who runs the pawn shop."
"You seem to trust him fully."
"He is an honest man. He won't buy anything for less than fifty percent of its value."
"How would he know if his customers bring in genuine objects?"
"He thought of that long ago. When he had first opened his pawn shop twenty years ago, as he told me, his Kadabra told him if articles his costumers gave him were genuine. It works better than a half hour of studying the object."
They spoke nothing more for fifteen minutes of walking.
It began to rain after that. Skye didn't make any attempt to put on the trenchcoat, as Jenna thought he would, but instead Skye turned to her and said, "Nothing like a little rain to wake you up in the middle of the night."
Jenna didn't find this eccentric of him. He always was like this, but Jenna thought about what he had said a while ago. I never make any plans. He didn't need any raincoat because he knew there was no reason for him to stay dry.
Some lightning flashed to Jenna's side. "Amazing." Skye said to her again, "Isn't it?"
The lightning was beautiful, in it's own way. It lit up the street constantly.
Skye stopped in his tracks. Jenna followed in suit, and asked "What's wrong?"
"Over there." He said, pointing, "A trainer."
Jenna looked farther down the road. There was a young boy walking down the road, with a poké ball in his hand.
"Why is he carrying it?" Jenna said as the both ducked into the woods on the roadside.
"Either he's expecting to find a pokémon out in the rain," Skye said, "Or. . ."
Skye climbed the tree nearest him, and Jenna did too. Skye pulled out a pair of binoculars, "He's . . . yeah. It's him."
"Who?" Jenna asked.
"My younger brother." Skye said. "He must have gotten his license today."
"Why is he carrying. . ."
"I think he knows I'm out here."
"He's going to try and catch you?!? What kind of a brother is he?"
"He was only a baby when I left for training. . . soon after, 'this' happened."
"But why?"
"He's a young boy. You gotta admire his ingenuity and ignorance."
"You aren't like him at all." Jenna said in wonder.
"I used to be." Skye said, "Until changing into a hybrid opened my eyes. There's a lot more to life than money and power."
They sat an waited a while, until the young boy passed.
"What if he finds you're pad?" Jenna asked Skye worridly.
"I doubt that he'll find it without searching hard."
"That's a relief."
They climbed down from the tree, hopefully not to see the boy again for a long while.
They made it to the city limits not long after that. They donned their trenchcoats and hats. Skye led them both to the pawn shop.
The bell ringed them in.
"Hello." The old man said, bending over the counter. Then he stood up. "Oh, it's you, Skye!" Skye and Jenna took off their overcoats and hats.
"Whose your lady friend?" Jack asked Skye.
"Her name's Jenna. Jenna, this is Jack, who I told you about."
"Hello, Jack." Jenna said a bit shyly.
"I found her in the woods one and a half days ago. She was scared, so I took her in."
"Nice of you." Jack said, "Now, what have you come for?"
"Was there a young man, about sixteen, who came in here and traded in a large emerald?" Skye said in response.
"Yes." Jack said back, "Yes there was, how did you know?"
"I didn't." Skye admitted, "Jenna did."
Jack turned to Jenna, "Was this boy a friend of yours?"
"Yes. . ." Jenna said, "I had a dream about him being here."
"Is that so?" Jack took out the crystal Phil had given him, "Does this look familiar to you?"
Jenna glanced at it. "Nothing that I know of." She said, although a bit suspicious.
She handed the crystal to the shop owner. "Where's Phil now?"
"He's in the hospital." Jack said, "They took him in an hour ago, when he fainted from blood loss."
"Ok. Skye, we need to see him right now."
"Wait a sec!" Jack said, "They aren't going to let you in there!"
"That's what walls are for." Jenna said, "Climbing."
"Oh." Jack said, "Well, you seem determined to meet him, so I'll tell you where he is. It's room 11b third floor, west wing. You should be able to count the windows across, since it's six across from the middle of the building in the back."
"Thanks." Jenna said to him. "Skye, lets go."
"Wait another sec!" Jack said to her, "You do realize your friend was carrying a sword, don't you?"
"Yeah." was Jenna's final response.
Behind the hospital, there were rows and rows of windows lining the building.
"Which one starts the west wing?" Skye asked, noting the unbreaking pattern in windows.
"I was hoping you'd know." Jenna said in response. "But it should be. . ."
Someone stepped up to a window in the building.
"That's him!" Jenna said is surprise.
"Him? Up there in the window?" Skye asked in astonishment that Jenna could recognize him that fast.
Phil had woken up in the hospital with a terrible headache, but they seemed to have patched up his arm and ribs. At least he still had his clothes on.
He looked out the window to see two people in trench coats climbing up the side of the building. Who are those lunatics? Phil ducked beside his window, and drew his sword with his only good hand.. They seemed to be coming for his window, and he wasn't going to let them get to him first.
One of the cloaked figures looked up through the window. It turned its head down to the one following it as it quietly said, "I don't see him."
"Go in anyway." said the second. The cloaked figure entered the room.
Acting quickly, Phil grabbed the figure by it's collar and threw it down onto the ground, with his sword at its throat.
"What do you want?" Phil yelled at it angrily.
"Whoa!" The figure said fully winded.
"Phil, stop it!" Said the second voice. Phil turned his head to see another cloaked figure had entered the room.
"I can take you both on, if it's me you want!" said Phil in obvious confusion.
"Phil! It's me, Jenna!" It said again.
"Yeah, right. . . Jenna's gone!" Phil yelled, "She's lost to me and I'll probably never see her again! Stop playing with my head!" Phil was in a fit of rage and confusion here, as was apparent to both figures.
"I'll prove it!" the figure claiming to be Jenna said, and undid something around it's neck, then tossed it at Phil. Phil quickly caught it.
To his astonishment, it was the poké ball necklace that Jenna always wore.
The cloaked figure took off it's hat and coat, revealing a very pikachu-looking Jenna.
Phil turned his head to the other, who had also taken it's hat off, showing a raichu boy in the same anthropomorphic fashion as Jenna.
"In the name of. . . " Phil started, but didn't finish. He had fainted from the shock.
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