Well, the last chapter wasn't a very good start... I hope this isn't as bad.
-Chapter II-
Golden sunlight flowed through the windows. Professor Oak walked among it, in and out of the shadows. The floor he walked on was tiled brown. To his left were huge, tall windows. To his right were huge tall windows with trophies behind them. Not only trophies, but other things like pictures. There was a picture of Dragonmaster Lance. There were individual pictures of all the elite four. There was a picture of Gary Oak. Beneath it rest a trophy. On it was engraved a master ball along with other fancy things. If one had layed eyes on it for the first time, they would know it was for a champion. Professor Oak paused in front of it and opened the glass window. To the left of Gary's picture was a photo of himself. It was definitely younger than he. To Gary's right was a new picture of Ash Ketchum. Ash was grinning in great truimph. Close to his face he held his fist, and upwards pointed his thumb. Oak almost laughed. He reached in and put his wrinkled fingers around the trophy. Slowly, he pushed it over to the right, over to Ash. Then, he pushed it back to Gary. An inner conflict could be seen in his eyes. They flared for a moment, but then calmed. He pulled the trophy back to his chest and closed the window with his free hand. Oak lifted his head up to the ceiling and then back down to the floor. He then proceeded down the brass hallway.
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Misty was breathing hard. She always took the stairs for the excersise. Up and up she climbed. The stairway she was on wasn't literally cramped. In fact, it was quite spaceous, but the angle in which the railings curved (or perhaps the large amount of dust) made the spiral stairs seem extremely compact. In her hand, Misty held a black case. It was about as long as her arm, and anyone on the street would take it for a trumpet case, but it was far from that. Occasionally on her climb, she would look out the window and see the rooftops of buildings and churches. On the east side, she could see large crowds forming for the big parade. Every pass they got smaller and smaller. With relief, Misty fanally reached the top. Before her was a concrete floor. Papers and even a few cigarettes were scattered, and the blue sky was overhead, just like always. Yet, still, everything was different. It wasn't the concept of killing people that bothered Misty. She had done it lots of times for various employers, but this one was especially urgent. She strode over to the side and looked down. The parade had already started. The single float had gone and was circling the city. Misty lay the case on the ground and sat in front of it. The inside of the case was black and soft. In it were various metal things. There were three hand guns, a knife, and peices for a sniper. Misty's breathing calmed. She skillfuly put the sniper together. The knife was clean as a whistle- she never missed. as she put the last peice on, Misty's head felt dizzy. Her hands fell to her sides and she hunched over. Something was wrong...
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Flashback
Misty came to and all of a sudden felt very cold. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a hospital bed. In the corner next to a window was a boy. He looked the same age as her. He was wearing a blue vest over a black shirt. Misty smiled. He was fast asleep. His black hair bent under the red and white cap that rested over his tired eyes. He looked as if he had been up all night. Misty sat in her bed for a while, thinking- trying to remember anything that had happened. Then, another boy came through the door. He had a purple shirt and brown hair. Misty took one look at him and knew at once that he was a snob. The brown-haired boy stopped in his tracks at the sight of Misty. He looked at Ash, and then back at Misty. "Oh," he said, "You're awake." Misty stared for a moment. "Do I know you?" she asked. She saw saw a flicker in his eyes. His expression suddenly changed. "Hurry," he said, "We have to go." Misty didn't understand. She got up. The boy turned his head towards the other one. "He's gone too far this time, kidnapping you!" he said. Misty began to understand. "Come on," he urged. He walked over and picked up a green back-pack. The sleeping boy moved. They went into the hall. Misty looked to her left. A big yellow mouse was walking towards them. He had a glass of water in his hand. It eventually looked up at Misty. "Pikachupi!" it called and raced towards her, leaving the glass on the floor. The boy grabbed her arm. "Run!" he exclaimed. They went in the opposite direction. Misty looked back to see the mouse go into the room they had come from. "Pikapi! Pikapi!" she heard. She and the boy were soon outside. He reached into his pocket and threw a red ball to the ground. Misty watched a huge bird appear in a white shimmer. Gary hopped on. "Come on," he said, holding a hand to her. Misty got on behind him. She waited for something to happen. The black-haired boy came outside followed by the yellow mouse. "Misty!" he yelled. Misty was shocked at the desperation in his voice. She was considering getting off, when she felt herself lift into the air. Below she could see the boy on his knees. The brown-headed one looked down and laughed. He waved the green back-pack around and laughed in triumph. They were soon off. Misty held on tight at first. After a while she relaxed. "How rude," said the boy, "My name is Gary Oak." "I'm glad to know Misty said, "Now, if it's not too much trouble, could you tell me... who I am?"
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End Flashback
Misty jerked and fell on her back. She was sick. She tried to think. In her right hand was the sniper gun. Misty jumped to her feet. The parade as here. She was running out of time. She looked down to the streets. Ash Ketchum was there. At first, Misty thought she had never seen him before. It had been five years since she had woken up in that hospital bed. She looked down there at the man. He was wearing a red and white cap. Misty understood now. That was the man who had kidnapped her...
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-Chapter II-
Golden sunlight flowed through the windows. Professor Oak walked among it, in and out of the shadows. The floor he walked on was tiled brown. To his left were huge, tall windows. To his right were huge tall windows with trophies behind them. Not only trophies, but other things like pictures. There was a picture of Dragonmaster Lance. There were individual pictures of all the elite four. There was a picture of Gary Oak. Beneath it rest a trophy. On it was engraved a master ball along with other fancy things. If one had layed eyes on it for the first time, they would know it was for a champion. Professor Oak paused in front of it and opened the glass window. To the left of Gary's picture was a photo of himself. It was definitely younger than he. To Gary's right was a new picture of Ash Ketchum. Ash was grinning in great truimph. Close to his face he held his fist, and upwards pointed his thumb. Oak almost laughed. He reached in and put his wrinkled fingers around the trophy. Slowly, he pushed it over to the right, over to Ash. Then, he pushed it back to Gary. An inner conflict could be seen in his eyes. They flared for a moment, but then calmed. He pulled the trophy back to his chest and closed the window with his free hand. Oak lifted his head up to the ceiling and then back down to the floor. He then proceeded down the brass hallway.
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Misty was breathing hard. She always took the stairs for the excersise. Up and up she climbed. The stairway she was on wasn't literally cramped. In fact, it was quite spaceous, but the angle in which the railings curved (or perhaps the large amount of dust) made the spiral stairs seem extremely compact. In her hand, Misty held a black case. It was about as long as her arm, and anyone on the street would take it for a trumpet case, but it was far from that. Occasionally on her climb, she would look out the window and see the rooftops of buildings and churches. On the east side, she could see large crowds forming for the big parade. Every pass they got smaller and smaller. With relief, Misty fanally reached the top. Before her was a concrete floor. Papers and even a few cigarettes were scattered, and the blue sky was overhead, just like always. Yet, still, everything was different. It wasn't the concept of killing people that bothered Misty. She had done it lots of times for various employers, but this one was especially urgent. She strode over to the side and looked down. The parade had already started. The single float had gone and was circling the city. Misty lay the case on the ground and sat in front of it. The inside of the case was black and soft. In it were various metal things. There were three hand guns, a knife, and peices for a sniper. Misty's breathing calmed. She skillfuly put the sniper together. The knife was clean as a whistle- she never missed. as she put the last peice on, Misty's head felt dizzy. Her hands fell to her sides and she hunched over. Something was wrong...
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Flashback
Misty came to and all of a sudden felt very cold. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a hospital bed. In the corner next to a window was a boy. He looked the same age as her. He was wearing a blue vest over a black shirt. Misty smiled. He was fast asleep. His black hair bent under the red and white cap that rested over his tired eyes. He looked as if he had been up all night. Misty sat in her bed for a while, thinking- trying to remember anything that had happened. Then, another boy came through the door. He had a purple shirt and brown hair. Misty took one look at him and knew at once that he was a snob. The brown-haired boy stopped in his tracks at the sight of Misty. He looked at Ash, and then back at Misty. "Oh," he said, "You're awake." Misty stared for a moment. "Do I know you?" she asked. She saw saw a flicker in his eyes. His expression suddenly changed. "Hurry," he said, "We have to go." Misty didn't understand. She got up. The boy turned his head towards the other one. "He's gone too far this time, kidnapping you!" he said. Misty began to understand. "Come on," he urged. He walked over and picked up a green back-pack. The sleeping boy moved. They went into the hall. Misty looked to her left. A big yellow mouse was walking towards them. He had a glass of water in his hand. It eventually looked up at Misty. "Pikachupi!" it called and raced towards her, leaving the glass on the floor. The boy grabbed her arm. "Run!" he exclaimed. They went in the opposite direction. Misty looked back to see the mouse go into the room they had come from. "Pikapi! Pikapi!" she heard. She and the boy were soon outside. He reached into his pocket and threw a red ball to the ground. Misty watched a huge bird appear in a white shimmer. Gary hopped on. "Come on," he said, holding a hand to her. Misty got on behind him. She waited for something to happen. The black-haired boy came outside followed by the yellow mouse. "Misty!" he yelled. Misty was shocked at the desperation in his voice. She was considering getting off, when she felt herself lift into the air. Below she could see the boy on his knees. The brown-headed one looked down and laughed. He waved the green back-pack around and laughed in triumph. They were soon off. Misty held on tight at first. After a while she relaxed. "How rude," said the boy, "My name is Gary Oak." "I'm glad to know Misty said, "Now, if it's not too much trouble, could you tell me... who I am?"
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End Flashback
Misty jerked and fell on her back. She was sick. She tried to think. In her right hand was the sniper gun. Misty jumped to her feet. The parade as here. She was running out of time. She looked down to the streets. Ash Ketchum was there. At first, Misty thought she had never seen him before. It had been five years since she had woken up in that hospital bed. She looked down there at the man. He was wearing a red and white cap. Misty understood now. That was the man who had kidnapped her...
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