Hi once again, Bewilderbeast here. I'm adding chapter six one day after
five and have no idea how it's going to turn out. Maybe I'll have both of
them die. ^_^;
In any case, like I said, it's not over. So, here ya go.
CHAPTER VI: IRON
Ice cream......... She was dreaming. Let me dream.
There were soft feathers- she could feel them under her legs. Warm. There was someone sitting in front of her. Garet? George? She felt so tired, and most of her body had gone to sleep. She squinted through the wind flying in her face. They were pretty high up. She could see the sunset to the far front and sighed. It was beautiful- with the perfect blend of pink and orange. Ice Cream. The boy then noticed she was awake. "You alright?" his voice was a little snotty- it would fit with a cartoon mole or some type of rodent. "I guess." She didn't feel like asking about questions. But just one. "Did you save me?" The boy didn't seem to hear her at first. "Yes," he didn't turn around. "What's your name?" "Gary." "How long have we been flying?" "Three hours- we're actually about there, now." "Where?" "A safe place." This was comforting to her. She seemed only to remember that all the other places she had been were not safe. "Who am I?" she asked. "We'll talk about that later." The bird landed in a flurry of wings and he helped her off. She stood and watched him draw a small sphere from his pocket. The bird glowed and suddenly disappeared. She collapsed to the floor. "Amateur," he smiled, "You're not used to flying, I see." She looked up at him, hair in her face. He was actually kind of cute. (don't make any assumptions- I'm a guy.) He smiled. "I'll carry you." He pulled her up over his shoulder and started to jog towards a large house. The sun had set and it looked like a giant shadow. At first she thought she would be carried into the front door, but Garet- no Gary took her around back to a set of doors in the ground. Gary looked and saw she was confused. "Some doors are built like that- they go underground- where it's safe." Misty nodded. Gary seemed to be in thought for a minute, but then set her down and went over to open the doors. "We can hide here for a while- my grandfather will keep us safe." Misty lay still. She knew next to nothing about the world- including what a grandfather was. Maybe it was a robot of some sort with lasers and blades to fend off bad, or perhaps it was one of those po-ke-mon things that she kept having vague memories in the back of her head. The doors were open and Gary helped her up. "Try to walk," he said. Misty nodded- she trusted him. Gary went down first and turned on a light hanging from the ceiling- it swung back and forth- memorizing her and making shadows change everywhere. She put one foot on the concrete steps leading down into the basement. Gary looked up anxiously to see if she was okay and managed a smile. She smiled back- and slipped.
"Misty! Shit!" There was a crash and she felt her head bang the floor. Lights out.
Misty woke up sweating- she had had a bad dream. Eyes still closed, she tried to remember what had happened. Ah, yes- she had fulfilled her mission and killed Ash Ketchum. She felt a pain in her leg and remembered the bullet that had pierced her flesh. Her hands moved to the spot of pain and felt a bandage. Cops did something right for a change- god I could use some ice cream. Her eyes opened and at first saw only green. She felt dizzy and grabbed the side of the bed. She had never been shot before. As her eyes adjusted to the dark- she saw she was in a prison cell. Of course. To her right were vertical iron bars. At the foot of her bed was a scum-white toilet. It looked nothing like her last cell in Spain- don't ask. She put her legs over the side of the bed. A guard was sitting in a chair just to the left of the bars. She was at the front of cell block. "F". F for fucked she thought.
\\\|---|/// End of chapter six. What did you think? I have nothing else planned so far- any suggestions? I will not accept "don't let ash die." ^_^
CHAPTER VI: IRON
Ice cream......... She was dreaming. Let me dream.
There were soft feathers- she could feel them under her legs. Warm. There was someone sitting in front of her. Garet? George? She felt so tired, and most of her body had gone to sleep. She squinted through the wind flying in her face. They were pretty high up. She could see the sunset to the far front and sighed. It was beautiful- with the perfect blend of pink and orange. Ice Cream. The boy then noticed she was awake. "You alright?" his voice was a little snotty- it would fit with a cartoon mole or some type of rodent. "I guess." She didn't feel like asking about questions. But just one. "Did you save me?" The boy didn't seem to hear her at first. "Yes," he didn't turn around. "What's your name?" "Gary." "How long have we been flying?" "Three hours- we're actually about there, now." "Where?" "A safe place." This was comforting to her. She seemed only to remember that all the other places she had been were not safe. "Who am I?" she asked. "We'll talk about that later." The bird landed in a flurry of wings and he helped her off. She stood and watched him draw a small sphere from his pocket. The bird glowed and suddenly disappeared. She collapsed to the floor. "Amateur," he smiled, "You're not used to flying, I see." She looked up at him, hair in her face. He was actually kind of cute. (don't make any assumptions- I'm a guy.) He smiled. "I'll carry you." He pulled her up over his shoulder and started to jog towards a large house. The sun had set and it looked like a giant shadow. At first she thought she would be carried into the front door, but Garet- no Gary took her around back to a set of doors in the ground. Gary looked and saw she was confused. "Some doors are built like that- they go underground- where it's safe." Misty nodded. Gary seemed to be in thought for a minute, but then set her down and went over to open the doors. "We can hide here for a while- my grandfather will keep us safe." Misty lay still. She knew next to nothing about the world- including what a grandfather was. Maybe it was a robot of some sort with lasers and blades to fend off bad, or perhaps it was one of those po-ke-mon things that she kept having vague memories in the back of her head. The doors were open and Gary helped her up. "Try to walk," he said. Misty nodded- she trusted him. Gary went down first and turned on a light hanging from the ceiling- it swung back and forth- memorizing her and making shadows change everywhere. She put one foot on the concrete steps leading down into the basement. Gary looked up anxiously to see if she was okay and managed a smile. She smiled back- and slipped.
"Misty! Shit!" There was a crash and she felt her head bang the floor. Lights out.
Misty woke up sweating- she had had a bad dream. Eyes still closed, she tried to remember what had happened. Ah, yes- she had fulfilled her mission and killed Ash Ketchum. She felt a pain in her leg and remembered the bullet that had pierced her flesh. Her hands moved to the spot of pain and felt a bandage. Cops did something right for a change- god I could use some ice cream. Her eyes opened and at first saw only green. She felt dizzy and grabbed the side of the bed. She had never been shot before. As her eyes adjusted to the dark- she saw she was in a prison cell. Of course. To her right were vertical iron bars. At the foot of her bed was a scum-white toilet. It looked nothing like her last cell in Spain- don't ask. She put her legs over the side of the bed. A guard was sitting in a chair just to the left of the bars. She was at the front of cell block. "F". F for fucked she thought.
\\\|---|/// End of chapter six. What did you think? I have nothing else planned so far- any suggestions? I will not accept "don't let ash die." ^_^