Hey hey again. This is a chapter I've been meaning to write for a while. It
looks a bit into Skye's past, and reveals some things you might have not
thought of yet. Enjoy!
Chapter 23: Of Dreams and Things
One day later. Ben has traveled with Phil, Skye, Jenna, and Porygon for one full day. And now it is the fifth night since the incident. And Skye dreams. . .
Peculiar. . .
This girl isn't even from this universe, and yet I've fallen for her. Why?
. . .
Think, Skye. What do you remember of your past? There's something there that sould give all the answers. . . something there. . .
I'm in my house, my old house. This is my seventh birthday. . . News comes up over the television that hideous monsters have escaped from some labratory. . . I though I was in a nightmare. Not so much what was on television, but of my dad. That was about three days later, when the feds found out that the 'monsters' were half-pokémon, half-human, an uproar started. Odd things began happenning all over. . . Such as my dad found one hiding in our basement. Dad had a shotgun, but the young Chikorita hybrid was faster than my dad was on the trigger. I'll never forget that night. . . especially when Dad suspected that I was keeping the 'beast' down there. That was technically untrue. . . technically because I saw the hybrid hiding down there and never bothered to tell him. . . but that wasn't a reason to yell at me. . . no reason. . . crap, now I feel like crying all over again.
. . .
Skip ahead. . . Charlie was born later that year. I think my parents went demented. Mom started telling Charlie bedtime stories that replaced the villan with a hybrid. I didn't see why it was such a problem. . .
. . . and then I turned eight. My parents got me into hating hybrids. I don't know how I became so blind. . . maybe it was the news every night. Maybe it was my parents scolding me constantly. I hated hybrids to the core. I met one once. out in the woods behind the house. . . I learned karate a few years ago, never gort the chance to use it. Hybrids are ten times more powerful than a regular human, so I never stood a chance.
My tenth birthday. That was the worst. I applied for a trainer's licence. . . and the day before I got it, it happened. I didn't know how, but I was awake during the entire procedure. First my entire body started glowing white. It grew brighter and brighter, and I just stood there in front of the bathroom mirror looking stupidly at myself in amazement and fear. The light fell, and I was replaced with what I am today. A Raichu hybrid.
I didn't know what to do. Dad tried to kill me. . . oh, I don't want to relive that in my head. . .
I ran away. I didn't know what else to do. Where else to go. I was scared. Scared for my life. Then I met Jack. Jack helped me. He owned a store in the city, and was willing to sell me things when no one else would. He even got me freebies occasionally. . . I'll never forget it.
. . .
By now I was fourteen. I returned home. I didn't know why I returned home. It's one of those things where you expect them to forgive you and recive you in open arms, but I was naive then.
Before I juped out through a window to escape, I heard Dad yell, "That's it! I'm training Charlie to become a full fledged hybrid-hunter!"
Hybrid hunters are the worst. They capture hybrids in poké balls to be later used for. . . torture. What has the world come to? Innocent hybrid are lost, and the humans are just as bad off for filling their lives with hate. As I had. I came to realise I hated hate, if that was possible.
My mind deteriorated, and strengthened at the same time. I was supportive of hybrids, obviously, but I risked myself almost too many times helping them escape from authoritites. I became sympathetic. I lost the ability to read, write, and use certain tools effectively. But I also became stronger; I practiced karate almost every night.
Then Jenna came and shattered my whole world.
I felt sorry for her. . . And as usual helped her out. She told me of her boyfriend. . . I had heard that kind of story before, several times. Jenna was different. She had no place to go, no Idea where she'd been, and no clue as to what happened. She said she spotted a Waddle Dee on our journey to my place. . . I didn't believe her. She had to be making it up, because she was paranoid. Strange. . . almost if I knew she wasn't from this world beforehand. . .
Phil entered the picture. He wasn't overly agressive, but he got along with me just fine. oddly enough, I never saw him kiss Jenna once, even though Jenna told me stories that first night alone. . .
Enter Charlie. He was the demented soldier Dad had promised, and yet still a failiure at it. I was surprised at how much he changed in just one night. I have no clue what happened. Mabye all the innocence in him came out right at that moment, after being locked up for ten years.
Then the world got weirder. Jenna met Robert, who was apparently her brother, althoguh he was a koopa. A koopa. I had no idea what to expect next, although the idea that my entire life suddenly lost much meaning. They had told me about the other universe. . .
The other universe. What was so alluring about it that they wanted to go back, other than to stop interfereing with such new and strange things? Adventure is life's number one purpose. . . I might find out one day. I'm not even sure if I regret my life.
Mario came in, and he was not what he was supposed to look like. He was evil. He had that evil aura going around that Charlie used to have. Why did sides change so fast? What made Bowser good all of the sudden, even though he's still fighting for the same cause he used to be?
Phil was wounded. We flew to Bowser's keep. It was then in that guest room I realized I loved Jenna. I had no idea she loved me too. But that night. . . might have been the best and worst night of my life.
I had guilt now. Phil loved her, didn't he? He didn't show it. He was colder than he was when he almost died.
He was colder. . .
Phil lost his passion for Jenna the moment Mario's sword entered his body. And I think I know now what replaced it.
Revenge.
----
I was hoping for it to be longer, but what you going to do, hey? Next time: You might have seen it coming from a mile away, but you'll never guess the conclusion! Until then, Ciao!
Chapter 23: Of Dreams and Things
One day later. Ben has traveled with Phil, Skye, Jenna, and Porygon for one full day. And now it is the fifth night since the incident. And Skye dreams. . .
Peculiar. . .
This girl isn't even from this universe, and yet I've fallen for her. Why?
. . .
Think, Skye. What do you remember of your past? There's something there that sould give all the answers. . . something there. . .
I'm in my house, my old house. This is my seventh birthday. . . News comes up over the television that hideous monsters have escaped from some labratory. . . I though I was in a nightmare. Not so much what was on television, but of my dad. That was about three days later, when the feds found out that the 'monsters' were half-pokémon, half-human, an uproar started. Odd things began happenning all over. . . Such as my dad found one hiding in our basement. Dad had a shotgun, but the young Chikorita hybrid was faster than my dad was on the trigger. I'll never forget that night. . . especially when Dad suspected that I was keeping the 'beast' down there. That was technically untrue. . . technically because I saw the hybrid hiding down there and never bothered to tell him. . . but that wasn't a reason to yell at me. . . no reason. . . crap, now I feel like crying all over again.
. . .
Skip ahead. . . Charlie was born later that year. I think my parents went demented. Mom started telling Charlie bedtime stories that replaced the villan with a hybrid. I didn't see why it was such a problem. . .
. . . and then I turned eight. My parents got me into hating hybrids. I don't know how I became so blind. . . maybe it was the news every night. Maybe it was my parents scolding me constantly. I hated hybrids to the core. I met one once. out in the woods behind the house. . . I learned karate a few years ago, never gort the chance to use it. Hybrids are ten times more powerful than a regular human, so I never stood a chance.
My tenth birthday. That was the worst. I applied for a trainer's licence. . . and the day before I got it, it happened. I didn't know how, but I was awake during the entire procedure. First my entire body started glowing white. It grew brighter and brighter, and I just stood there in front of the bathroom mirror looking stupidly at myself in amazement and fear. The light fell, and I was replaced with what I am today. A Raichu hybrid.
I didn't know what to do. Dad tried to kill me. . . oh, I don't want to relive that in my head. . .
I ran away. I didn't know what else to do. Where else to go. I was scared. Scared for my life. Then I met Jack. Jack helped me. He owned a store in the city, and was willing to sell me things when no one else would. He even got me freebies occasionally. . . I'll never forget it.
. . .
By now I was fourteen. I returned home. I didn't know why I returned home. It's one of those things where you expect them to forgive you and recive you in open arms, but I was naive then.
Before I juped out through a window to escape, I heard Dad yell, "That's it! I'm training Charlie to become a full fledged hybrid-hunter!"
Hybrid hunters are the worst. They capture hybrids in poké balls to be later used for. . . torture. What has the world come to? Innocent hybrid are lost, and the humans are just as bad off for filling their lives with hate. As I had. I came to realise I hated hate, if that was possible.
My mind deteriorated, and strengthened at the same time. I was supportive of hybrids, obviously, but I risked myself almost too many times helping them escape from authoritites. I became sympathetic. I lost the ability to read, write, and use certain tools effectively. But I also became stronger; I practiced karate almost every night.
Then Jenna came and shattered my whole world.
I felt sorry for her. . . And as usual helped her out. She told me of her boyfriend. . . I had heard that kind of story before, several times. Jenna was different. She had no place to go, no Idea where she'd been, and no clue as to what happened. She said she spotted a Waddle Dee on our journey to my place. . . I didn't believe her. She had to be making it up, because she was paranoid. Strange. . . almost if I knew she wasn't from this world beforehand. . .
Phil entered the picture. He wasn't overly agressive, but he got along with me just fine. oddly enough, I never saw him kiss Jenna once, even though Jenna told me stories that first night alone. . .
Enter Charlie. He was the demented soldier Dad had promised, and yet still a failiure at it. I was surprised at how much he changed in just one night. I have no clue what happened. Mabye all the innocence in him came out right at that moment, after being locked up for ten years.
Then the world got weirder. Jenna met Robert, who was apparently her brother, althoguh he was a koopa. A koopa. I had no idea what to expect next, although the idea that my entire life suddenly lost much meaning. They had told me about the other universe. . .
The other universe. What was so alluring about it that they wanted to go back, other than to stop interfereing with such new and strange things? Adventure is life's number one purpose. . . I might find out one day. I'm not even sure if I regret my life.
Mario came in, and he was not what he was supposed to look like. He was evil. He had that evil aura going around that Charlie used to have. Why did sides change so fast? What made Bowser good all of the sudden, even though he's still fighting for the same cause he used to be?
Phil was wounded. We flew to Bowser's keep. It was then in that guest room I realized I loved Jenna. I had no idea she loved me too. But that night. . . might have been the best and worst night of my life.
I had guilt now. Phil loved her, didn't he? He didn't show it. He was colder than he was when he almost died.
He was colder. . .
Phil lost his passion for Jenna the moment Mario's sword entered his body. And I think I know now what replaced it.
Revenge.
----
I was hoping for it to be longer, but what you going to do, hey? Next time: You might have seen it coming from a mile away, but you'll never guess the conclusion! Until then, Ciao!