Quest for humanity: Chapter 4: Trapped!
Welcome to chapter 4, thank you for reading up to this point.
And dcg, thanks for telling me about that first chapter continuity error, I fixed it. This
chapter is a complete remake of chapter four, if you read that chapter. Everything from the
From * down is the remade part. I also replaced like two sentences above the star.
Sorry for confusing you dcg, I was really tired the day I made the original.
And by the way, the legend said singular psychic not plural. And besides that America didn't attack Iraq for a while.
And finally, do you really think Iraq or Afganastan or whatever was a GREAT nation? Noperdeedoo. Look at the size
on a globe. See the difference?
Once again, I dont own Pokemon, haha, you can't sue me. :P
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(scene zooms into me holding Lily to the wall with my psychic powers.)
"Who is your father?" I asked her. "His name is... is... is... is... is..." I inturrupted her stuttering by yelling "Is what!?"
"Dramenthentios... he is referred to as Dramen. He plans to capture you and use you to turn everyone who opposes him into pokemon,
and catch them, he then will conquer the world. But he needs a psychic in order for the potion to mix well enough to stay in effect on normal people,"
regardless of how long it works on you."
(a/n pronounced dray-men-thin-tee-ose, or dray-men)
"That is all I need to know. You are young. You may go free." She ran as fast as possible out the door.
That potion was was not going to stay as weak as the one I drank.
I assumed they were probally going to find a way to make it go through skin, vaporize it, and all sorts of stuff. I was going to find out later on.
For now, I needed to untie my parents. I turned around and saw that they were gone!* Lily must have shrunk them and grabbed them when I wasn't looking.
I had to rescue them before they became what you could call "mutated"! But I was smart, I knew I couldn't just rush off without food or water. It would take
months to find their base. And I had no idea where to start.
I didn't need to worry about sleep luckily, I would be very voulnerable asleep. The reason I didn't have to sleep is that I held a whole lot of energy
within my body, I mean, how else could have the energy to hold someone against a wall? So I began to gather up the materials I needed to take with me.
First, I needed to find a backpack that could hold about... No less than a week's worth of food and water. That would be tough.
Unless I were to compact my food. I shivered at the very thought of flat bread and banana mush. Maybe I could tranform a inanimate
object into a backpack just the right size? I was on my way out side to get a rock when I realised I should check the window first.
What I saw out there was... scary.
Outside, In backyard, going from left to right, was a silvery wolf with a red glint in it's eyes, a horde of monkeys with the same glint,
a young boy wearing the same shirt as Lily, of course, and a man made completly of shadows. And that was just the backyard!
"Shit..." I muttered. But what confused me the most was why they were just waiting there when I looked out the window.
I decided to just snip some carpet off instead. I went to get the scissors. When I reached out to get the scissors, my hand wasn't there! "Ah!
That's why they didn't see me!" I screamed in my head. I was shocked and amazed at my new ability. I seemed to be unable to become
visible again. Probally all for the better, because a monkey was looking in the window, getting impatient. When I touched the scissors,
they too became invisible. When I released they became visible. So, I picked them up and snipped some green carpet.
I ran to the secret base I had established in the attic some time ago. It was really a storage room cut off by a wall within the attic.
It was the only room without windows. But the best part about it was that the only way to get to it was to get to it was to climb the
shelves in the bathroom closet, then push up on the the normal looking ceiling, and slide it to the side. I got in and closed the ceiling and
locked the hatch. Good thing too because I could hear some goons clomping through the house searching for me. I knew I couldn't take on all
those goons I had seen outside, much less the amount of them I heard searching for me. I figured I would go ahead and create the back pack while
while I was up here. I flicked on the lights. I started to transform the carpet and it let off a high pitched hum, I had to stop in the middle of it,
because I heard some goons entering the normal part of the attic. Goon number one said "I told you, I know I heard something humming up here."
Goon number two quickly replied and said "Come on you dimwit, there's nothing up here. Except maybe the boogie man! Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!"
"Whatever." When they left the attic I was able to finish making the backpack. Then I heard the attic door opening again. "Ok, this time,
I heard it too, search the perimeter." I quickly flicked off the light to prevent them from seeing anything through the wall.
I Was terrified when I saw a goon poke his arm through a mouse hole. I backed up and was relieved to hear them leaving. "Boy, that was too close."
But I was trapped. The goons were still searching the house. I needed to get out! How was I to get out?
I knew what I had to do. (a/n This story wouldn't be exciting without this next twist.)
I had to fight my way out. I knew it would be very difficult. I opened the hatch and swiftly climbed down
the closet and came out. There many goons out there. They even looked straight at me! "I must be invisible again."
Or so I thought. I looked down just to make sure. There, was not my own legs and shoes. I had transformed into a goon
without knowing it. I mentally patted my psychic powers on the head. I ran out of there as fast as I could. Good thing too.
They had blood hounds. So much for sneaking around inside their base.
When I got outside, there was some very odd, completly round stones on the ground in front of the porch.
I took a normal stone and transformed it into a glove. I couldn't risk falling asleep right now,
even if it was just to give new powers to me. I took another stone and made a small leather pouch with a zipper on the top.
I put the stones in it, and noticed my shadow shrinking. I was going back to normal! I was quickly being surrounded by many different creatures.
There was only one thing to do. Teleport. But I didn't know how. suddenly, a narrative voice came into my head saying
"(a/n Sean, to teleport use one of the stones)" "Oook..." I knew there was nothing else to do, so I whipped my hand into my backpack and grabbed a stone.
Stupid voice. I fell asleep, but luckily I wasn't morphing.
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(Back at SBOBM's base)
"Sir, I am sorry to say this, but, the smart ball did not work. We tried it on a worker who had "volunteered" to be the
test subject. Turns out, the reason our potions did not work so well is because the stomach dilutes it. From now on, it must be inhaled.
Also, the "smart ball" failed too. It will take one year to create one that actually works." "Well, get the vapor ready now,
because we have Mr. Psychic on the way."
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Ooh! How's this for a cliffhanger? I'm even gonna start writing the next chapter today!
Welcome to chapter 4, thank you for reading up to this point.
And dcg, thanks for telling me about that first chapter continuity error, I fixed it. This
chapter is a complete remake of chapter four, if you read that chapter. Everything from the
From * down is the remade part. I also replaced like two sentences above the star.
Sorry for confusing you dcg, I was really tired the day I made the original.
And by the way, the legend said singular psychic not plural. And besides that America didn't attack Iraq for a while.
And finally, do you really think Iraq or Afganastan or whatever was a GREAT nation? Noperdeedoo. Look at the size
on a globe. See the difference?
Once again, I dont own Pokemon, haha, you can't sue me. :P
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
(scene zooms into me holding Lily to the wall with my psychic powers.)
"Who is your father?" I asked her. "His name is... is... is... is... is..." I inturrupted her stuttering by yelling "Is what!?"
"Dramenthentios... he is referred to as Dramen. He plans to capture you and use you to turn everyone who opposes him into pokemon,
and catch them, he then will conquer the world. But he needs a psychic in order for the potion to mix well enough to stay in effect on normal people,"
regardless of how long it works on you."
(a/n pronounced dray-men-thin-tee-ose, or dray-men)
"That is all I need to know. You are young. You may go free." She ran as fast as possible out the door.
That potion was was not going to stay as weak as the one I drank.
I assumed they were probally going to find a way to make it go through skin, vaporize it, and all sorts of stuff. I was going to find out later on.
For now, I needed to untie my parents. I turned around and saw that they were gone!* Lily must have shrunk them and grabbed them when I wasn't looking.
I had to rescue them before they became what you could call "mutated"! But I was smart, I knew I couldn't just rush off without food or water. It would take
months to find their base. And I had no idea where to start.
I didn't need to worry about sleep luckily, I would be very voulnerable asleep. The reason I didn't have to sleep is that I held a whole lot of energy
within my body, I mean, how else could have the energy to hold someone against a wall? So I began to gather up the materials I needed to take with me.
First, I needed to find a backpack that could hold about... No less than a week's worth of food and water. That would be tough.
Unless I were to compact my food. I shivered at the very thought of flat bread and banana mush. Maybe I could tranform a inanimate
object into a backpack just the right size? I was on my way out side to get a rock when I realised I should check the window first.
What I saw out there was... scary.
Outside, In backyard, going from left to right, was a silvery wolf with a red glint in it's eyes, a horde of monkeys with the same glint,
a young boy wearing the same shirt as Lily, of course, and a man made completly of shadows. And that was just the backyard!
"Shit..." I muttered. But what confused me the most was why they were just waiting there when I looked out the window.
I decided to just snip some carpet off instead. I went to get the scissors. When I reached out to get the scissors, my hand wasn't there! "Ah!
That's why they didn't see me!" I screamed in my head. I was shocked and amazed at my new ability. I seemed to be unable to become
visible again. Probally all for the better, because a monkey was looking in the window, getting impatient. When I touched the scissors,
they too became invisible. When I released they became visible. So, I picked them up and snipped some green carpet.
I ran to the secret base I had established in the attic some time ago. It was really a storage room cut off by a wall within the attic.
It was the only room without windows. But the best part about it was that the only way to get to it was to get to it was to climb the
shelves in the bathroom closet, then push up on the the normal looking ceiling, and slide it to the side. I got in and closed the ceiling and
locked the hatch. Good thing too because I could hear some goons clomping through the house searching for me. I knew I couldn't take on all
those goons I had seen outside, much less the amount of them I heard searching for me. I figured I would go ahead and create the back pack while
while I was up here. I flicked on the lights. I started to transform the carpet and it let off a high pitched hum, I had to stop in the middle of it,
because I heard some goons entering the normal part of the attic. Goon number one said "I told you, I know I heard something humming up here."
Goon number two quickly replied and said "Come on you dimwit, there's nothing up here. Except maybe the boogie man! Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!"
"Whatever." When they left the attic I was able to finish making the backpack. Then I heard the attic door opening again. "Ok, this time,
I heard it too, search the perimeter." I quickly flicked off the light to prevent them from seeing anything through the wall.
I Was terrified when I saw a goon poke his arm through a mouse hole. I backed up and was relieved to hear them leaving. "Boy, that was too close."
But I was trapped. The goons were still searching the house. I needed to get out! How was I to get out?
I knew what I had to do. (a/n This story wouldn't be exciting without this next twist.)
I had to fight my way out. I knew it would be very difficult. I opened the hatch and swiftly climbed down
the closet and came out. There many goons out there. They even looked straight at me! "I must be invisible again."
Or so I thought. I looked down just to make sure. There, was not my own legs and shoes. I had transformed into a goon
without knowing it. I mentally patted my psychic powers on the head. I ran out of there as fast as I could. Good thing too.
They had blood hounds. So much for sneaking around inside their base.
When I got outside, there was some very odd, completly round stones on the ground in front of the porch.
I took a normal stone and transformed it into a glove. I couldn't risk falling asleep right now,
even if it was just to give new powers to me. I took another stone and made a small leather pouch with a zipper on the top.
I put the stones in it, and noticed my shadow shrinking. I was going back to normal! I was quickly being surrounded by many different creatures.
There was only one thing to do. Teleport. But I didn't know how. suddenly, a narrative voice came into my head saying
"(a/n Sean, to teleport use one of the stones)" "Oook..." I knew there was nothing else to do, so I whipped my hand into my backpack and grabbed a stone.
Stupid voice. I fell asleep, but luckily I wasn't morphing.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
(Back at SBOBM's base)
"Sir, I am sorry to say this, but, the smart ball did not work. We tried it on a worker who had "volunteered" to be the
test subject. Turns out, the reason our potions did not work so well is because the stomach dilutes it. From now on, it must be inhaled.
Also, the "smart ball" failed too. It will take one year to create one that actually works." "Well, get the vapor ready now,
because we have Mr. Psychic on the way."
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Ooh! How's this for a cliffhanger? I'm even gonna start writing the next chapter today!