Jordan: Chp 2 chp 2 chp 2 chp2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kirby: What happened to M.A and Congo?

Jordan: Oh I will be doing those I just am on my dad's computer. Heh.

Kirby: Yah so she wastes her time making Pokemon fics?

Jordan –shuffles- Yes.

Kirby: Goodness Jordan. YOU MUST STOP!

Jordan: -eyebrow arches- Like your um snoring problem?

Kirby: Huh wha-what snoring problem?

Jordan: -smiles- Nothing…

Back back back back back JORDAN AND KIRBY OH YAH! I have a busy schedule so writing not so much but hey I'm trying A for effort? Anyway review REVIEW PLEASE! One review? So worthless. Come on. Anyway,

-Yes thank you for your opinions though your flames helped semi though NOT wanted.

Jordan and Kirby cut!

I scuffled around in a pile of dried leaves they crunched as I shifted through the nest. I weakly rose my head beaming at the environment I was detained in. A replica of "The Apple" but as I lifted my petite nose, hoping that it was all a rather painful dream. I suspected it wasn't, the scent held no autumn tone, it was dry and phony. And I groaned in despair, I was trapped in something I didn't know I'd ever leave.

Bastard that fucking bastard!! I cursed in my thoughts, and grumbled a few beneath my breath. I shifted in my nest of leaves laid about for me. They were warm colors, and usually this made my heart expand sensing autumn's bliss arrival. Autumn in my opinion is the most relaxing time in the year. When "The Apple" is soft and cool, the fragence (A/N I can't spell this word) of the air would soothe all its inhabitants. I loved the way trees would sacrifice their leaves, and the leaves would morph into a cherry red or a sunny yellow. I love how the leaves would bow and crumble under your feet, and how I just felt peace caress me.

And now, I was horrified of never being in my home on autumn when the sun peers from the clouds or winter when the snow thumps around or spring when those apples lush on the trees?

As the realization snaked its way into my brain, I was horribly poignant, and I sobbed into my paws. Mourning the loss of my life. I sniffed and cracked a sneeze, then dug my face into a shell my arms formed. I twisted into a ball and started cursing the human and his Pidgeotto (A/N Ibuberu thank you for telling me how to spell that!). Damn them and their desire to capture me. Why me? Why not some stupid Rattata or Caterpie? I lounged about in my misery. Starting to wonder if I would even escape this wonder, when a large gaping hole tore through the strings of air, it held that blasted shining light and burned my pupils with fright.

I bellowed a scream, and then hid under the pile of leaves, but the gap discovered me. It sucked me up, lifting me from my posts, it was if I was in the frills of the gust again Flick had mothered. The hole then gorged me into oblivion. The darkness was consuming, until my sight then returned to me, the room was plastered with silver and red it was glimmering under harsh light bulbs and blinking machines. I felt the lumpy sensation beneath me, and I rolled to see was I had been laid on. The mattress, was bleached white, and though it had what I suspected my globs of sweat. I revolved around the room, when then I saw no other than Flick.

Her feathers were bristled with dirt and char, my electricity had taken quite an effect upon her. And I grinned in my happiness, promising myself that there would be more where that came from. She gurgled an noise that sounded like an moan and a snort intertwined. She had her wings unlocked from their positions; they were cut from certain feathers. One had a large cut that was drying up. And I smirked in satisfaction.

"What are you looking at?" Flick grumbled as she rolled on her side, she clicked her beak then rolled her beady black eyes.

"Nothing." I uttered, a grin illustrated on my face, I let my gold cheekbones rise to the occasion, of ultimate hate. And rolled my shoulders in a relaxed fashion.

"I know, you hate me. But really you should hate Cam." She sighed and ruffled her grimy feathers, pecking at the sweaty covers layered on the mattress.

"Cam? Who's that?" My question made Flick chuck a strange of feather from her face (A/N heheheheh its like a prissy pokemon!), I guess she wasn't so thrilled about this Cam person either. Or maybe I was just annoying her?

Girls are so confusing. I noted to myself, as she rolled her stony eyes.

"Cam's my trainer, or I guess our trainer." She gave a meek sigh, and I could feel the spite that dripped from her words as our drained from her tongue.

"Cam, that's that bastard's name?"

"Well, actually Camron, and yes, you his second Pokemon he hasn't been training long. And if you ask me he's terrible at it." Her sophisticated tone melted from her words, which was making me dislike her even more. But at the time, we seemed to be stuck together, fun. I swung my head, upon the shimmering desktops windows and ceilings of wherever I was. Some long silver doors slid open, bowing to this round pink Pokemon. As it walked through, its large belly covered in a pasty apron, smudged with brown stains. I realized that it was a Chansey, as a child I've heard rumors upon Pokemon, some with horrible ghastly (A/N CLUE!) fangs, some with powers that controlled the fellow plants making them ruthless, and others with healing methods. Chanseys were one of them, though I'd remember the tales quoting that they were as tall as Sycamore's, but I wasn't that gullible. I was to admit exceedingly excited about all these new creatures I was meetings; it made my insides churn just pondering upon the issue.

Anyways, as the Chansey walked (or waddled) over the pale cool floors she had a smile slipped on her lips. Her thin lips, but nonetheless lips. The Chansey had melodic voice, in a calming way; it soothed the crumple knees that were often bothering me.

"Why, are you Spark? I'm Speldora but please call me Dora." Spark? What? I shifted a flabbergasted look on my face unsure on which Dora was speaking of.

"Spark?"
"Well, that is you name is it? Hmm, your chart said so and so did your trainer umm Camler?" I didn't notice her mistake on the idiot's name Cam, but I was bedazzled by what seemed to be my new name. What a HORRIBLE name.

"Camron is his name, and yes that is Spark. He doesn't know his name. New." Flick shrugged her shoulders, as if I was some spectacle that no one has ever heeded of. I gave a scowl and a glare at Flick, she returned with a nasty glower. And gave a smirk to Dora, she puffed and heaved her light chest and forgave Dora for the mistake.
"It's very common." She noted, and let her cheeks turn rosy and innocent. The bitch was being sweet hiding her true self. God I hate women.

"Oh, I'm very sorry. And thank you for the pardon. Now I need to check on Spark...it is? Yes, here give me you wrist you seemed to have broken it." I noticed my left wrist, it was enveloped in creamy yellow bandages, and a silver pin seized it together. I lifted, and then felt the shock of pain that stuck my wrist. Dora examined it caressing the bone and pinching the sides, the twinge was leading me into insanity. But I bit my tongue, quelling in the hunger for relief.

"Well, you certainly broke it. I'm afraid, but Camler or Camron whatever his name is wanted you healed now though. Tsk, you'll have to go to the Crab." Crab, Crab? There's a Crab? What's a Crab?

"Crab?"

"Oh, it heals bones VERY painful but I guess there is no choice. Come with me dear."

Yay?

Jordan and Kirby cut!

I found myself walking down a scarlet hallway, ashen looped over the red swallows. And I stared and admired the artwork, as we proceeded down the hallway. Chansey had a worried look that clung to her face. Making my stomach flutter from freight. I had a feeling that this was very bad.

We turned down, and entered a chestnut room. Inside was a large machine that reminded me of…a crab. It's body was sprung the rollers (there were six) sprung about in spindly lines. Two large scanner gears purred as Dora flicked the on switch. The middle was a chubby mess of wires and machines. And a slot big enough for my paw, covering it was a cuff, it had a lock.

"Well dear, just place your paw there. That's good. Now it'll only be a minute."

My hand was warm from the aqua light stirring above the wires. I felt the cuff circle my wrist and I shivered, as she locked it over after sizing it to my paw. I started to squirm and moan, whispering suggestions. But my voice was too scared and lofty; her fingers motioned to the start button the green start button placed on the Crab's left claw. I swayed trying to comfort myself, and just made myself more anxious. The light develop a emerald shimmer that shadowed my palm. And I snapped at my bottom lip. The wrenching pain, was sudden but unbearable, it rumbled as hands as if crawled into my skin and started to wander through its contents. I gave a shrill, and let my lungs ache as I screamed, the pain was increasing every second was as if a hour and every minute was like a day. I cried salty tears that slain my cheeks they crowed to the ground. I wasn't afraid of not showing it anymore, I shrieked it out to the world.

"Stop, please Dor-Dora make it stop!" The tremulous tone echoed in my ears, and my eyes wee so blurred even Dora wasn't visible; she was a smudge of pink and white. I fell as those buckled knees toppled to the stone floors. My pleas were shouted, as those robots adventured my skin.

And finally they stopped.

My wrist was sore and weak from the pain. And as I took it out it was mounted in blood, proving the Crab's intentions. I cried some more as Dora hurried to receive bandages. She scurried and put a paper towel over the crimson blood trickling. I cried, and still begged for it to stop, the pain hadn't gone away. She wrapped my bones and held me in a hug as I clenched upon the apron. Such hurt was never ever like this.

"I'm so…so sorry dear. Truly I am. Oh goodness, can you move your wrist?" I snuffled and twitched it, proving the operation worked. In it's cruel way.

"Good, good. Oh lets go to sleep dear. I'll stitch that right back up I promise."

She let me lean on her pink shoulder and I softly sobbed my pain through her apron. I just wished that Flick had broken her wrist.

Jordan and Kirby cut!

Jordan; Poor Sparky. Awww.

Kirby: Heh he'll get over it.

Jordan: MEAN

Kirby: Hey he was being a baby.

Jordan: OH yah? –takes out Crab- Crab Kirby, Kirby Crab?

Kirby: Umm, I gotta go.

Jordan: -smiles- I thought so

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