Don't own pokemon. What would you have to be smoking to think otherwise, I have no idea.
Raiting: PG-13 to R. I have a baaaad, bad mouth. And I use it. So watch out for the language.
Summary: Butterfly Effect; a butterfly flaps it's wings in china, and a tornad forms in the USA. But what if it wasn't limited to one plane, but expanded over dimensions and worlds? One person has made herself the most vile and evil of things to get what she wants. All the men she has, admired, in her younger days. Or hours. To right this, and counteract the waves of disortion before to much chaos erupts, another girl is, selected, to right the wrongs in the main dimension being tampered with
Also, a final note. This is the first three chapters together, as I am kinda to lazy to upload the same document three times, edit out the other two chapters, think up two more 'wity' disclaimers and then find the creativity to name the chapters. Cause atm, I'm a little tired.
Revised chapters: Thursday, December, 02
Actually they were revised before this ... but better late then never, eh?
"Is she alive?"
Something prodded me in the side and a groan escaped me without meaning too.
"It looks like it... Oh, Tandy, look over there!"
The two voices quickly retreated, leaving me sprawled out on what felt like hot bricks. Groaning again, my eyes crack open and I slowly raise myself up on my arms, looking about weakly I spot that I'm no longer in my living room anymore. What the hell had been in my cola? Extasy? Giving a small snort, I shift myself untill my body is now resting in a sitting position and leaves my hands free to massage my throbbing head.
Wincing, my questing fingers slip out of my hair and pop infront of my face. They were slick with some clotting blood. Well, that explained why my head was hurting so damned much. Muttering darkly I try to stand up, fail and fall over. Re-introducing my head to the ground and saw stars. Cursing harshly I lay on my side. Fuck the world. My head hurt. And I am not moving untill it stops hurting.
It seems fate had other choices for me.
"Oh, Thomas!" A very, very high pitched squeal cried out, and I could feel the sugar dripping from the mouth of the woman. Giving a snarl I tore an eye open and nearly started from shock. It couldn't be. But it was. There was Wes. Having a female that most assuredly was not Rui, drap herself all over, and I mean over, Wes. And calling him Thomas.
Giggling at a very, very gutter minded thought as I remembered what a Thomas was on that anime Trigun, I watch as Wes willingly lets the girl drag him off. Hmm... why had I been freaked out originaly? Oh yes.
This is a GAME. This should not be happening! Someone get the drugs, or a mallet. No, wait. Maybe I really have head trauma and this is all one big paranoid delusion or something. Oh hell, what now. Turning my gaze up, I barely have time to register the ball of light before it strikes me. Lifting me up to my feet like some kind of Sailor Moon transformation rip off and I swear I was naked for a few seconds before the light dimmed and dispersed, leaving me healed, standing on my two feet and in totaly different clothing.
Blinking my blue eyes I cross my arms over my chest. "... I feel violated." I muttered and looked down at my clothing. And groaned. Loudly. I was in a polo shirt. Thank god it wasn't lime green. It was just a light pink. I think I'd have been happier with the green. My shorts were tight fighting, showing off my hips.. Wait, I have hips? And my butt!? I reach around and yes, by god my butt was not my own. Okay, freaking out I grab my formerly dull brown hair and find it a brilliant shade of auburn.
"Ie-Yah!" I scream and drop the hair. Mirror, need a mirror!!! Scrambling around I spot a fountain and nearly fall face first into the water as I see my reflection. Emerald green eyes, dark red hair, fair skin, unusual clothes and body.
"Oh my god, I'm having a nightmare!" I wailed and slumped down, not noticing as six pokeballs appeared over my head with a small pop noise. I only noticed when all six bounced off of my head and landed in my lap. The first two; Red and white sphere's known as Pokeballs. Opened up and let out two beams of red light that took twin forms of pokemon.
The first that appeared was a light purple in color, standing on dainty feet and legs, with a double tipped tail and large ebony eyes blinking and bright ruby red gem gleaming in the harsh afternoon sunlight; stood Styx. My Espeon. From the first time playing Colosseum. No, nonono, this can not be happening. But it was. And what cinched it was when Seth appeared.
Black as midnight, with rings of gold around his tail, ears and on his forehead and legs that glew brightly for a few seconds before dimming down. Ruby eyes with blue iris focused on me. "Bre. Bre on bre." Seth murmured softly as he sat down, tail tip twitching slightly as he gazed up at me, his brother also sat down now. Turning my gaze down onto the other four pokeballs on my lap, I'm somehow able to guess that the Net ball holds Atlantis, my weakest Suicune. The Pokeball ball besides that will have Trunks, my Salamence. The ultra ball between the two holds Feather, my Armaldo and the final one holds something even I fear.
Ryuusei.
The Timer ball, so innocently looking, holds something I now fear so greatly I think I could wet my pants. Why? Because Ryuusei is my Groudon. How the hell I had gotten him when I'd rather have Absolution, I have no idea. But I atleast it's not Shen.
Sighing I pick myself up and go to clip the pokeballs to my belt. I find out, I have no belt. I go to place them in my pockets, and find out. My shorts don't have pockets, and somehow I am greatful they don't... Shrugging I put them in the last place anyone would dare try and reach for. My bra. Throwing a glance at Styx and Seth I frown. "Don't even say a thing."
The two look about and I swear Seth snickered.
I think I hit my head to hard... Rolling my eyes I sigh. "Well, come on. We can't stand here lolly gaging about..." I trail off and head off for the 'Center, Styx and Seth trailing after me. The former purring softly while the latter gave a small yip.
Okay, let's see. I am in a game. Someone has tampered with Wes's mind. And Rui is no where to be found. So...
Wait.
No.
No. No fucking way. No.
Ah fuck.
I groan and run a hand through my red hair. Now I know why that girl had rubbed me the wrong way. She was a Mary Sue. A Mary Sue had taken over the Pokemon Colosseum universe. Yes, it sounds mad but what other options do I have? That my game ate me? Atleast I had Styx and Seth, while the others would be too strong or too weak to either follow my orders or be able to survive untill I got them leveled up, Styx and Seth would be able to survive untill the others were stronger. Or I could trust to obey me.
Humming under my breath, I wonder what I should do now. Well, lets see. There was something off about this point in time. Oh yes, there it is. Mirror B. His three lackys, in those eye killing, guady blue, green or red suits, coming out of the Mayors house.
Turning my head I look down at Styx.
"Styx, baby. Want to make mama happy?" I say in my sweetest tone. Styx yips and turns now bright ebony eyes up onto my face. Pointing at Mirror B, I say: "Go Getem, boy!"
Leaping to his feet, and charging forward, Styx hauls major Espeon butt over to Mirror B and his lackies. They give several cries of outrage as the thirty pound animal slammed into them with all the psychic force he could safely muster that wouldn't kill them. Walking up to the four fallen forms with arrogance in my step, I flitch two pokeballs from the red and green dorks and turn to Mirror B in his gold uniform, Seth had come up from behind and was growling low and dangerously, eyes focused on the idiot's weakness. His Afro.
"You, Pineapple man. Where's Rui?"
Mirror B snorts and has the audacity to look smug and better then me. Stupid evil git. Nothing that is bad is better then me. Why? Because I have had dreams with more intelligence then he has in his Afro clogged mind. "Seth," I start and point at Mirror B's head. "Eat Pineapple man's afro."
Seth lets out a pleased growl and opens his mouth. And before Disco man can even scream like a ninny he is, the Umbreon launches himself onto Mirror B's head and starts chewing. It's superflicial damage as the only thing Seth is gnawing on is the afro, but the pride factor... that was what I was really aiming at right now. "Afro dork," I snap out, not caring that this grown man could kick my ass if it wasn't for Styx and Seth at the moment. "Where is the red headed girl, named Rui."
Muffled sounds came from Mirror B in answer, and he made a few gestures wildly with his hands and pointed west. Great, she was being held in Pyrite town. Or worse, the Underground. The sound of the Mayor's door opening interupts any other thoughts I have as a giant of a man in a violet shirt and pants now stands, towering over me. Dark red eyes and phantom like silver grey hair lets me know that this is Nascour. Gulping I step back, not caring I walked over and on the Peons and Mirror B, I hated Nascour. He was the only one that had really ever freaked me out. Not even fat man from Dune wanna be Evicehad made me witless.
Nascour calmly took in the sight of the downed minions before turning his gaze onto me. A slight and twisted smirk marring his features and I felt myself go into a cold sweat. Oh hell, I was doomed. But he didn't reach for any of the pokeballs on his belt. Nascour just crossed his arms.
"Well," he started and looked me up and down and I did not like that look in his eyes as he did so. And it appeared niether did Styx as the Espeon changed demeanor and let out a low and dangerous sounding growl, puffing up the hair on his back and fluffing his tail up to twice it's size as he slowly made his way to stand infront of my. Seth growled softly and butted the back of my legs before shoving his head between them and stood on my feet. They could feel the unease and fear that radiated off of me and they weren't going to just stand by and watch. "It looks like you just may be a challange for me in the future. I'll be waiting." He said with a hint of smugness and turned, leaving as suddenly as he had appeared. Gulping audibaly, I throw my gaze to Styx and then Seth.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" I cry out and the two evolutions of Eevee follow my decleration and charge forwards, and then around, doubling back as I head for the entrance to Phenac city. Trying to shake the sudden urge of clicking my heels together and uttering; "There's no place like home. There's no place like home."
Because I was afraid there was no home for me to return to. It was the Butterfly effect. That was what scared me the most. What if I had been sent back here, because that girl had mary sued herself into getting Wes. And I was the only one able to stop her? It was best not to think of that now as I recall Espeon and Umbreon, letting out my Suicune.
"Wah!" I cry out, Atlantis had toppled me over in a sign of affection and was currently giving a thrumming sound deep in his chest while sniffing me over. "Off boy," I demand and shove on the feline like water legendary. "Cuuuua cuuuu." He mumbled and finaly obeyed me, headbutting me gently and then rubbing his crystal carefully on my side and belly. Giving a shake of my head I pat him on the back and then dig my fingers into his fur with a heavenly sigh. Atlantis was so soft and fuzzy. Snapping my attention back to the present, and thankfully before anyone spots me, I push his amythist mane out of the way and climb onto his back. "Atlantis, that way." I point in the direction of Pyrite. The Water cat let out a soft utterance of his name, reared up and forced me to cling tighter to his back and wish I had been taking riding lessons as he dashed forth, leaving Phenac in the dust, so to speak.
Phenac
"Thomas," Marina cooed as she clung to his left arm. "We don't have to leave Phenac now, do we? I mean, your pokemon are healthy. And there's so much to do here!"
Thomas looked torn, something inside of him screamed for him to head out of the city and onwards to that shifty town of Pyrite he had been to about five months or so ago. But the young woman clinging to the eighteen year olds arm swayed the vote in staying in Phenac. "Heh, what's another hour. Ne?" He murmured softly and was rewarded with a near ear splitting squeal from the girl as she dragged him to the Mart.
Shadow Lab
Rui gave a soft whimper and rubbed at her right eye as another tear leaked out. The Plusle clinging to her shoulder tried to cheer the girl up, but she was just as afraid as the human. Both had been caught as they were heading to where Rui's grandparents lived when Rui had spotted, and then in turn been spotted by some of Team Cipher's peon's. Now she was locked in a cage that had once held a pokemon before it had been twisted into something no better then a dark hearted killing machine.
Sniffing again, Rui tried to keep a bright outlook. She could be rescued, but hopes for that were slowly going down hill....
«"End Chapter One"»
"Bitch!"
"Tramp!"
"Scarlette woman!"
Smack "Why, you, you insolent little trailor trash child!"
You might be wondering why I am in a fight with Venus, hurling insults and bitch slaps like no tomorrow. Hold that thought a moment and I'll explain.
"You dare hit me!? Gah, DIE! Feel pain, Biatch!" With that warbled battle cry I dove forth, ignoring the hoots and wolf whistles the men were giving as Venus and I tore at each others hair, clothing and pride. "Self centered insolent child!" "Slut!" "Interfering brat!" "Brat!? Fuck you!" "Why, I never, OW! My Hair!"
By then, I don't think anyone had a clue as to who was yelling what. Not even I knew, all that came to my mind was the dust that was clogging my nose and mouth, and Venus being punched and kicked by me. I on the other hand was earning some serious slappage points. This was no cat fight. This was a bitch fight.
SMACK
'OW! Oooh, she is so going Down!'
Sometime before
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-"
A large blue form darted over the sands, twin blazing white tails streaming behind it while burning amythist fur whipped about in the air as a small figure clutched desperatly to the water type. Breathing in and out heavily, the large cat like pokemon bunched up it's hind legs and sprang forwards with a tremendous ammount of energy and landed ontop of one of the many rocks strewn about the way to Pyrite. "Cuas!" Suicune bellowed out, ruby eyes glowing bright as Atlantis the Suicune continued to run full tilt for Pyrite. It was already a smudge on the horrizon as the pokemon continued to run, as if this was nothing.
"-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" More plaint wailing came from the area of the crystal blue pokemon as it continued to run swiftly at a ground eating pace.
The wailing was starting to annoy me, but as I was the one wailing, and more importently it was riding on Atlantise that was causing me to scream for almost an hour, non stop in fear; I was kinda stuck in a loop untill either A: Atlantis stopped or B: my vocal cords gave out. Or C: I grew tired of screaming and stopped.
And C: opted out as the best choice. Slamming my mouth shut I bury my face into Atlantis's mane of amythist hair and clench my eyes shut. The sun beats down on the both of us, but it doesn't affect him at all. Which I am greatfull for, because I very much doubt I'd be able to stand flying on Trunks, hell I have enough problem walking down a flight of stairs. I'd most likely pass out from sheer terror.
Well, I mused while keeping hidden in Atlantis's mane, atleast I still had my phobias. That kept me from being perfect like a sue. So aslong as I stay away from extreme hieghts, large hairy spiders with insanely huge fangs. Dark places with no light and small enclosed spaces that are dark, I should be fine.
... then why was the feeling of me ending up in a paddy wagon after all of this flitting through my head?
Oh yeah, it could be because this was all supposed to be MADE UP! A Game, something not tied to reality in any way shape or form outside of a counsel.
God hates me, that must be it. Or there is a plethora of them and they get their kicks out of making mortals lives even more miserable.
"Atlantis, are we there yet?" I call out. Muffled by all this fur surrounding my head.
"Suicune! Cune cunaaas!" He barks out, body still swaying slightly as his legs powered over the ground. An ever enlarging trail of dust being left in his wake as he ran on. I take this as a no we are not there yet and am correct as he continues in his dead run, streaking over the ground like a large blue blur. The motion of Atlantis moving slowed and then stopped, and I raised my head.
... the city before us was dirty, stank of smoke and the grunge of gambiling, blood of battles and drinking and worse. Underneath that torrent of vileness I could swear this feeling of something even worse swam through the foul concution that was Pyrite town.
I slowly right myself and pat the slightly panting Suicune's side absently. Slowly I twist and turn and dismount the animal that had been a replacement of a horse for the last hour or more and give a yelp. For it seems my legs had decided to fall asleep and let my behind meet the ground here. Atlantis turned his head, eyes full of worry as he bends down long enough to bite down on my shirt carefully and pull me up. Well, atleast he was sweeter than Seth. Stupid Umbreon would have just laughed at me. After a short time luckily, my legs steadied and I was able to stand, and then walk without much trouble. With an absent murmur of thanks to the water cat, I recalled Atlantis and then dusted myself off. Momentarily I look up and squint, taking in the blazingly bright sun that beat down over the entire region of Orre. This hellish desert was cruel, and if I made one wrong step I could die. But... then my life had always been mistakes and I'd survived this long.
Sighing I level my gaze from the sky to the town before me and approach it at a leasurly pace. Nothing was making me rush. But that didn't mean I dilly dallied about looking at the scenery. I did have to find a person and maybe be forced to kick ass along the way. I moved my hands to shove them into my pockets when they slipped right over the smooth as silk fabric and hung at my sides. Great, the trip had caused my mind to misplace the information that these shorts held no pockets. Grumbling, I fold my arms across my chest and move forward once more.
Phenac
"Thomas," Marina started, voice sickenly sweet and high pitched. But it didn't seem to affect Thomas as he lifted his head up from the magazine he'd been reading and looked over in his newly found loves direction. "Hmm?" He quried and Marina gave a flashingly bright grin; showing off perfect rows of teeth that seemed to shine as bright as any light. Dark navy blue hair framed her face as she set her look into a pout. "I'm bored, and I wanted to know if there was anything fun to do around here." Her unusual silver eyes gleamed with a sort of inner fire as she batted her eyelashes at Thomas who decidedly looked more flustered than before.
"I'm not sure that there's anything you'd be interested in, Marina." He began slowly and this only caused Marina to twitter like a small girl. "Oh Thomas, I am sure there is something for you to do, that I can watch." She gave another smile at Thomas and the poor young man was lost in the wounderous gaze of the woman sitting infront of him.
Poor, poor Thomas. Pity the boy. Really.
Pyrite (Town)
This place was undoubtedly creepy. Half of the town was rotting away, the rest in shambles. It was nothing like in the game. Where Phenac had been the jewel of Orre, this had to be the hell hole of Orre. A skittering sound assualted my ears and I whirled around, hand reaching for a pokeball. But the only thing that appeares is a small, sickly looking Rattata that squeaks and runs off into the night.
Easing my pounding heart, I turn and advance forward into this blight of a town. Not really knowing what I was getting into.
A few minutes passed, and nothing is happening, and I'm standing alone in that dual square or circle area and there's not another human in sight. And that's when it happens. Evil chuckling comes from behind me, and I whirl around. Eyes growing wide at the sight. It was Nascour, again! With Venus! Oh great gods this was not funny!
"Well, Venus." Nascour began, tone grating against my nerves like fingernails being drawn against a chalkboard. Repeatedly. "It seems our tip was right... now, if you are able to deal with this small problem, I leave you here." The purple clad phantom wanna be turns on a dime and glides away. God, he is spooky and creepy and damn I am left feeling the urge to run around screaming. But, I can not do that now. Must deal with Venus.
Who is currently giggling and waving to several dozen males that have appeared out of no where. "Yes, your Venus is about to win another grand victory! And put this little boy out of existence!"
.... okay. I admit, I have had better insults over the years. From face to face brawls to spats over the web. But what was so lame about this was her calling me a boy when I didn't even remotely look like one at the moment.
"Arrogant ass." I snap out underneath my breath and it seems I said it a little to loudly. Venus gives a screech and I find myself suddenly on the reciving of a sound verbal and psyichal thrashing. "You will pay for that, insolent girl!" Venus declared and grabbed a hold of my hair and gave a sharp tug. Pain flaired my senses and I lost it. With a snarl I yell out while kicking at her. "Bitch!"
"Tramp!" Venus hisses back and tries to slap me across the face. Damnit that almost hit!
"Scarlette woman!" I shoot out and stomp at a foot but she dodges with a gasped shock and lashes out with a hand, with a resounding Smack sound, Venus growls out; "Why, you, you insolent little trailor trash child!"
I saw red. Not caring about anything she said before that I draw in a deep breath. "You dare hit me!? Gah, DIE! Feel pain, Biatch!" With that warbled battle cry I dove forth, ignoring the hoots and wolf whistles the men were giving as Venus and I tore at each others hair, clothing and pride. "Self centered insolent child!"
"Slut!"
"Interfering brat!"
"Brat!? Fuck you!"
"Why, I never, OW! My Hair!"
But admist the fighting, biting and kicking. One of my pokeballs fell from it's hiding place and well... the sphere bounced once, the button hitting the cracked asphalt and maximized to it's full size and bounced again, hitting it's side and then for a third and final time. With a burst of power and light a beam shot out of the sphere and hit the ground, exploding upwards in a grand show.
Forgetting about Venus I turn my head and let out a cry of denial. No, no no no noooo. But it was. And it was happening. The ground shook while the sun in the sky seemed to get dangerously bright and heat flooded the area. With a massive and mighty roar, a giant red armored covered head was thrown back while dark and deadly amber eyes scanned the area. Large talons on his hind feet broke the ground's covering with ease as his tail slammed into the ground repeatedly, sending small aftershocks through the town.
"Ryuusei..." I whispered in fear and awe as the Groudon let out another screaming roar that seemed to make even the mightiest bellow of anything else that had stalked the earth; be it fictional or non seem pathetic in compareson.
And then all hell broke loose as Ryuusei went beserk. People screamed and ran, Venus was dragged away; looking disheveled but clearly going to live as Ryuusei seethed and threw what looked like the biggest temper tantrum ever. I throw my arms over my head but I'm almost too stunned to move much more and my end comes. Or what I think it's my end. Ryuusei lets out a massive earthquake. The buildings scattered about that look like they couldn't withstand a strong breeze topple as if they're cards. A scream escapes me, and then darkness crashes down upon me. The final thing my ears hear is Ryuusei roaring and thundering off with massive footfalls of steps.
Then I'm engulfed in dull pain and slumber...
«"End Chapter Two"»
Shadow Lab
Ein smirked as he looked at the tv screen. It showed the carnage and destruction of Pyrite town, but more importently, he was getting to see what this non shadowed pokemon had done. Turning, he let his eyes drink in the sight of the out cold pokemon. The titanic sized creature slept fitfully as the tranqullizers started to wear off. But long before then it'd be shadowed in the dark aura. And become another tool for Cipher's goal in dominating first Orre, and then the world.
Smirking he turned away, ignoring the soft weeping in the background...
Pyrite (Town)
"Over... buried... quickly!"
Why was it so dark? And what was on my back?
"Hurry! .... time... short..."
Groaning reached my ears and the wieght on my back was lifted. Dull, searing pain raced up and down my back, letting me know that I wasn't unscathed by whatever had happened. And searching for the memories leading up to now was like sifting through fog or heavy cloth. It wasn't going to come to me now so I decided to let go and just lay here.
Hands gripped me suddenly, and raised me from the ground. That was when the pain let itself be truely known. A scream tore it's way from my throat as I could feel bone grating against bone, pain like living fire grabbed onto my leg and burned as hotly like the sun. If not hotter, it felt like the pain would go on forever untill the shock became too much and I pass out, greatfull for once of my limits.
Phenac
"It was done like you wanted." A shadowed figure murmured fron a dark corner in a room. Across from him, another figure grinned. "Good, she would have been a troublesome bother later on. Are you sure she's taken care of?"
"Yes."
"Excellent."
Pyrite (Underground)
My eyes snap open and sweat rolls of in beads down my face, which already caused the pillow and sheets to become saturated. Shivering, I try and sit up. Move, do something. But I am unable too. What's going on? Where am I?
"So, woken up, has she?" I'm able to turn my head and take in the sight of the worst thing possible. Wearing a dark navy blue suit, scarf, gloves. Lithe form and black boots with a helmet of the same color with the visor down is Skrub. I am fucked. That must be it. I try to open my mouth, to say something or do something, but am unable too. Laughing evily, he advances, drawing out a syringe filled with air. That alone is enough to make me want to faint, but I have to be strong. Casting my eyes around the room I find nothing to help me.. save the fact that my outer clothing is discarded on the floor... along with several knocked out nurses. Skrub snickered and raised the hypo dermic needle higher, and a squeak escaped me. I needed a way out of here, and fast. But how?
"And now, you die!" Skrub declared and stabbed at me with the needle. Yelping I rolled, shock filling me that I could move at all... guess you can do anything if someone is trying to kill you. With a thud I land on the floor, and hear Skrub curse at my escape before he dives over the bed and tries to bear down on me with the needle. "Noooo!" I cry out, fear etching into my voice as I scramble under the bed. And almost scream in pain when I try to move my right arm. ... Oh great, a broken limb. What I really need when I have to RUN FOR MY LIFE.
... or even crawl, but the same thing in the end. An escape from psycho Skrub guy. I grit my teeth, I've done this before. Well, not exactly. But if I could walk on a broken leg, or atleast a fractured leg where the walking caused it to break all the way (and I flinch momentairily at the memory) then I can do this... Or maybe not as a scream of pain rips its way out of my throat with steel claws, leaving me feeling weak and helpless. My whole right arm felt like it was on fire!
Skrub took my moments distraction to attack me, grabbing onto an ankle and tried to haul me out from underneath the bed. I kick out, crying in pain and fear. "Lemme go!" I demand, tone harsh and heavy from the pain lancing throughout my body. Skrub only laughs and I feel his hand tighten around my ankle even more and the sheet I pulled down with me. "Now now, my boss wouldn't like it if I failed again. I lost to an old geezer, and I don't think he'll be too happy if I lost to a pathetic girl like you."
With my left hand I scratch at the tile, trying to get a grip on the floor, but it's as slick as ice, and my fingers just glide over the surface without getting any purchase, or allowing me to stall my death that was now stalking me on swift and heavy wing strokes. ... Wait, my ears had to be deciving me. I really think I'm hearing the steady beat of wings gently flapping. But, I have to be wrong, don't I?
Unable to ponder the thought any longer, I'm rolled over onto my back roughly, and an evil smirking helmet covered face blocks my entire vision and I flinch, expecting to have the needle jammed into my arm, or chest or face. When nothing happens for a few seconds, I wonder what's going on. And then something warm and wet drops onto my face.
"Wha?" I'm able to get out and crack an eye open, coming face to face with something completly different. Large, purple and adorned in bone growth armor/spikes, the head of a very, very large Dragon pokemon replaced Skrub. Huge and fast red/orange bat like wings stretch out and a long, serpintine neck attaches the head to the large and muscular body. A sinuous tail swings back and forth for I hear the scraping of scales against tile and glancing down I see one massive foot with three dagger sharp claws adorning it by my broken arm.
"Maaance." The dragon hissed and then grinned, the fangs in his mouth glistened, not only from saliva, but from a red liquid. I gulp, Trunks was going to eat me. 'He's going to eat me!' The head lowers and I prepare for the worst when the unexpected happens, a damp, raspy object covers half of my face and moves upwards and is gone. While a deep purring sound eminates from where Trunks is standing. Cracking my eyes open again, I see Trunks, looking expectently at me. Like a pet wanting to be rewarded for a good deed. Shakily, I raise my left arm and Trunks gently headbutts the hand with his muzzle and the purring growl deepens a few notes in pitch. "Trunks," I manage to croack out. "How did you get out?"
Trunks bobs his head, and turns his gaze over his shoulder and gives a soft calling of his name. In responce I hear Styx's cry and the Espeon comes bounding into sight. Okay, I don't want to question this further. Atleast it's pokemon, and not humans. .... bad thought right there... Shaking my head, I point weakly in the general direction of the pokeballs. "Styx, let Bayleef and Seth out, and then get some clothes or something." I snap out, and the Espeon lets out a sharp cry and darts off, split tail swaying back and forth. And then he's gone from my sight.
Muttering about Styx taking his own time when he doesn't come back right away, I struggle to grab the sheet from the floor, but my body decides to once more crap out on me and all cordination gets shot to hell and my only moveable arm goes the wrong way and lands with a plop on my face. "That ... did not go so well." I muttered, muffled by my own arm. This was going to be a long, long trip. Especially now since I was wounded. Atleast this showed me one thing. I wasn't a Mary Sue here.
So, if I wasn't a Mary Sue, what the fuck was I then?
Shadow Lab
Rui rubbed at one of her blue eyes weakly. Her hair was a mess, and her sorry state of clothing that clung to her bruised frame wasn't going to win any prizes soon either. They'd tried once more to figure out how she can see a shadow pokemon. A dark pokemon. One with the aura of evil surrounding it's heart, mind and soul. But yet again, they were left as clueless with even more questions. Like the first time, and the countless times after it. Then, to put insult on injury they locked her in a cage. So for almost all of her waking moments, she was confined to a cage barely large enough for her to sit upright in without slouching her shoulders and back.
It looked like she was in a dire and hopeless situation. But still, a slight, flickering and abit wavering, light of hope and faith burned deep within Rui. But the young woman didn't know how long she could hold out. She really needed someone to rescue her. Before it was too late...
Pyrite (Underground)
Time had flown. Quickly, and finaly Styx came back, followed by the still Shadow Bayleef and Seth. The Bayleef was carying a pair of what looked like black boots, and a large red over coat, or jacket and a black shirt. Seth trailed behind with a pair of bright red pants in his mouth while Styx lead the trio while toting on his back ... what looked like my backpack! How it'd ended up here, I didn't know.
And sometimes, things are better left unquestioned or answered. Trunks greeted the trio and all four started to talk quickly in Pokeish and then turned on me.
... why was I not liking the looks in their eyes?
Then it dawned on me. With a broken arm, most likely sprained and bruised other limbs and places, I would need help donning my clothing.
"No." I ordered. But it went unheaded as the Shadow Bayleef decended upon me with vines and held me down long enough for Styx to use his Psychic powers and disable any movements from me. And also clamped my mouth shut to prevent me from making any sounds. Be it from pain or protest.
In the end, let me say that I would not want anyone to go through what happened to me. Pokemon do not understand what goes where, and if Styx hadn't finally allowed me to speak, of course after the shriek of pain that had built in me, I was finally dressed.
Trunks and Seth backed off, while the Shadow Bayleef looked on without interest. Styx hovered by my side, waiting to try and help me any way possible. But how do you explain to a pokemon that you need a big shot of morphine, a cast, some XRays and a doc to put the cast on?
And it wasn't exactly like I could toddle on over to the crew that was about to do that treatment to me. They were all knocked out still. Leaving me with one option out of a scant few. "Styx," I hissed out through my teeth as pain continues to dance up and down my right arm and tears pricked my eyes. "See, over there?" I motion my head to what appeares to be a medicine cabinet. "Get everything from it, bring the items to me."
Styx gives a bark and swings his head around while ebony eyes glow a fierce red; and the cabinet opens up, proving my hunch was correct, various first aid and slightly heavier medicine and treatments are stored away. Styx plucks them up one by one with his psychic abilities and floats them over to within reach of my left arm. I looked longingly at the pain killers, but taking any now would be a bad idea, even to just dull the pain somewhat and ease my mind of the endless torrent of fire.
Now, it was time for me to learn first aid on the fly. Before any more surprisies happened. Hissing in pain as I reach out and grab some of the various items and pull them closer to my body and the wounded arm, a small thought stabs at me; why had Ryuusei rebled like that?
Answer; Would you like to be caught and held prisoner after being alive for several hundred millenia?
After that sobering thought, I concentrated on trying to fix my arm up as best I could. Another moment was wasted on the thought of; why weren't Styx and the other two halted by the staff? Where had they gotten the clothes, and had Trunks really eaten Skrub? But with a small shake of my head, I devoted myself to the task of trying to do something about my arm.
Cringes and cries of pain made evident that my arm was royaly fucked up. I swear, I could feel bone grating against bone and slicing muscle tissue. God, why my? Tears streaming down my cheeks as they escape my eyes, my jaw clamped down so tightly I hear my teeth grind against one another; I attempt to set the bone. But this brings on even more pain and a scream like nothing before tears it's primal way out of my throat and slashes the air to shatters. This was getting me nowhere, and all my pokemon could do was murmur softly or look on fornlornly. They couldn't help me in any way other than what they had.
Finally, after an eternity of pain I get lucky and oh god, I could feel the bone slip into place. By now I was ready to just pass out, but not yet. God, not yet. As quickly as I could with shaking hands and trembling fingers, I bind the arm and hopefully bones in place. Throbbing still lets itself be known that the pain wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
And finally, it was done. Just about collapsing on myself, and jarring my arm bad enough to emit a pained grunt; finally. I had overcome that hurdle. Purring fills my ears and doesn't allow me to slip fully into unconsiousness like I want too, and softly Styx buts his head against my left leg. "Eeeon." The purring deepens and I feel relaxed, safe.
The moment is shattered when the door is kicked open and what appeares to be an army of Cipher or Snaggem or whatever the fucking hell grunts stand there. No, this can not be happening. But it was, I was unable to do shit as they swarmed into the room. But it seemed we all had forgotten about my largest pokemon now that Ryuusei was AWOL.
Trunks let out a trumpeting scream and drew his serpentine neck back, a snarl marring his bone framed face as four fangs glistened brightly in his bloody mouth. Blood red/orange wings flared and his tail thrashed the air and floor heavily; thuds resounding the air and causing the floor to vibrate. One of the grunts scream, and back away but it's too late. Trunks has gone into psychotic dragon mode again and lunges forward, bloody murder in his eyes while his talons on his front paws start glowing brightly as he closes the distance between himself and the scrambling idiots.
Slash. Slash. SLASH.
Blood spurts and dimly I feel some land on my body somewhere. I hope not in my hair, that would be as bad to remove as gum in my state. "Trunks." I call out weakly, and my ears pick up a grunt from the dragon. Styx, Seth and Bayleef were smart. When Trunks went psychotic, they hid in the only safe place. Behind me. "Trunks," I started again, lifting my head up, watching halfheartedly as the Salamance crunched down on an arm, causing the grunt to squeal much like a pig. "Don't kill him," I pant out and grimace. "I need to know where we are."
Trunks only gives a sad growl and lets go of the mangled arm. As my head drops again, I hear the wet splatter as the limb strikes the floor and sends up some blood. Trunks rears back and gives this godawfull roar, making him sound like the Tyranasuares Rex from Jurassic Park. Styx yelps and tries to climb into my shirt as Bayleef and Seth attempt to burrow underneath me. I hear the grunt scream as Trunks walks over him, intentionally breaking his legs so he can't move and slide out the door; scales screaming against metal and concreat as he shoves his one ton hide through the door frame and out into the hallway. Screams erupt from far off, but it doesn't scare me. Trunks wouldn't betray me, not like Ryuusei. He was just a dragon. And dragon's prey on those weaker than themselves for food.
"Styx," I murmur and a weak responce comes to my ears. "Can you get him to answer some questions, like where we are?"
"Espia!" Styx cried out and slowly slinked out from behind me, moving towards the almost passed out Grunt. Well, it wouldn't be long till I had my answers. And then when Trunks came back, we could all get out of here. But untill then, I was okay enough doubled over, biding my time. Atleast shock had set in and the pain wasn't as strong. Or I couldn't feel it as well..
«"End Chapter Three"»