Jordan: I'm SO MAD!
Kirby: ..why?
Jordan: BECAUSE FANFICTION WON'T LET ME PUT ON M.F'S CHAP UP! THEN MY COMPUTER DOESN'T HAVE ON INTERENET ANYMORE WHEN IT GOES UP.
Kirby: Why is this up then?
Jordan: Because I'm up on my dad's computer.
Kirby: -sigh- Tsk tsk.
Jordan: Shut up.
Kirby: I love you too.
Jordan and Kirby cut!
The Nidorino I glanced near the distance of a bush, gasped as he saw us approach, and scurried off to the safety of the brush. Wish, I did that, I briefly pondered to myself, as I strolled along the lime trees as their glossy fruits hung from their branches, the plumpest limes I've ever seen. So I yielded in my footsteps, and scampered up the tree's gnarly bark. Cam gave a stop to his walking and rose his head up, to glance at what I was doing.
"Whatcha doing up there Spark?"
I nibbled on a lime's emerald exterior, and licked the juice that bloomed from it. With a tongue tingling flinch, I squeezed my claws into the sour fruit. SOUR, SOUR! Hmm... I gave an evil grin, and snapped my way back down that lime tree. I gave a sweet smile to my capturer, and stretched my muscles as I leaned to pass him the wonderful fruit I tasted.
"Looks like you finally warmed up to me eh?" Cam grunted, and reached out a rubber gloved hand. And a slender smirk twisted on my lips. He twirled the sour rugged fruit in his fingers, and then took a chunk out of its skin. And it only took a second.
"AAAAAA! WATER, JUICE OH GOD SOMETHING!" He shrieked and sprinted around Viridian forest, his tongue slapping, and his arms wove, as he screamed for relief. I rolled on my belly; laughter was a dripping acid, for it felt as if it was consuming the stomach's pink tissue. I clutched my stomach, and giggled. Camron took ten minutes to calm down, and by that time his cheeks were slain with sticky tears, and his face was a swollen red. He shouted out a curse for me-and I whispered the same to him- then slammed the fruit into the dirt.
Cam had the angriest expression on his face I had ever seen. Not only signs of his cries were still glowing upon his face, but the glare in his eye sort of made me shudder. I backed away, my heart was starting to clench, and I curled up in the dried leaves that were scattered about in these wasteland of dying trees.
"YOU! YOU DID THIS YOU LITTLE FUC-" (A/N I almost did it! Almost did a BAD word!)
But Camron couldn't finish his interesting sentence. Because right before him was a pokemon. I leaned in, and squinted my eyes. In the distance, Cam had spotted nothing more than a grimy Eevee. The Pokemon was layered in water, and mud was sliding off its ruff. The substantial amount of leaves and tree branches, littered on the think mud, and raked down the smooth mulch hair. Cam had his mouth curling into a gaping hole, and I gasped slightly, for we both realized something.
The Eevee was a robot.
Or maybe only partially, along the clasps of dirt, there was a crimson cyber eye, where a real black one should've been buried. The metal lining almost took up half the Pokemon's face, and slipped down to its front leg. The metal was slightly rusted and glistening in water and mud. But the grapple at the end of the Eevee's foot, grasped the dirt as if desperately needing it. The wires were being shunned by the sun, and me and Cam looked in utter amazement at this wonder.
The Eevee stumbled and groaned when he noted us, he tried to limp away. And I pondered on how he got so wet, but Cam gave a loud shout, and then pointed down.
"Come on, Spark! Get that Eevee!" At first, I was going to absolutely rebuff his command. Then as I sat there, I comprehended that, Cam might just catch this unfortunate Pokemon with that bitchy Pidgeotto. No way was I going to let this Pokemon be dragged into what I have been snatched from. And I nodded, and then leaped out, to the Eevee.
Its eyes shone with fear and anxiety, he started to shove himself on his belly. And I could hear his scared moans, my triangle ears prickled as I slid through the forest's dry dirt. Once again wondering how this Eevee was soaked in mud and water. The Eevee snarled at me, the machinery I could feel the brother electric sparks sting the Eevee, and with a guess, I knew that this Eevee wires and circuits were winding down, because of the mud's effect.
"Spark! Use thundershock!" I could hear Cam roaring all the way back. I must've run up to this Eevee up at least fifty yards. I smirked, and then let my cheeks squeeze and chafe against their scarlet skin. Snaps of lighting crackled, and it lurched at the Eevee, whom had a flabbergasted look on its face. As soon as the lighting twisted around the Eevee's sullied cadaver, a sudden warmth circled my heart, making it race even more.
I liked to call this attack, Warm Lighting, this only happened usually when I'm cheerful, with a friend or family member it would pinch them, and make them toasty and hot. It would crash into our hearts, making them race and plunder, and a line, a connection twinkled between us.
Who are you? What is this? Wait! I can't hear myself!
The desperate pleas of the Eevee made me sort of chuckle. I didn't know why it was so humorous about him being dazzled by Warm Lighting, but it made me give a big cocky old smile and it curled on my face, making the Eevee freak out even more. I stretched my limbs, I knew that the idiot couldn't see us because the lighting was so vivid that you had to shadow your eyes, it was just too painful to witness, my artful rescue. In Warm Lighting, the balmy temperatures were not the only thing grinding into our skin. There was also, a fine connection, Warm Lighting would reach into both of the contestants (A/N Ha! A game show!), and compose a bond, a bond that usually made them able to communicate telepathically, and it triggered the sudden response, as the machine started to struggle opening his petite jaws.
Don't worry, this won't hurt you. And don't try to speak, you can't in this.
The Eevee started to nip at his machinery, tearing off leaves and twigs which had been shoved inside its burnished exterior, and my thoughts started to pound like a newborn's pulse.
Whatever your doing stop! It may mess up my lighting.
No way am I listening to you!
Grr…this guy just refused help! I gave a few warning firecrackers. And bristled my cheeks together, I needed his full on attention.
If you don't listen to me you're going to be caught by that idiotic human, with his other Pokemon! So shut the hell up and listen!
That made this foolish Eevee stop; he turned his black eye on me. As the cyber scarlet glared, I heaved a breath, and then motioned over to Camron, leaping and shadowing his eyes.
Now, I'm going to help you if you trust me. You trust me?
The Eevee hung his head, and pondered on his situation, either that or he was fascinated with the ebony charred dirt. And he cocked his machine luster as it started to crackle in Warm Lighting, he smirked.
I trust you.
Whew that was a relief.
Ok, now you have to tackle me. When Warm Lighting goes away run for it! He'll think I accidentally made you escape.
The Eevee nodded in agreement, ten crouched down ready for his cue.
On three. I whispered.
Okay.
I let Warm Lighting die down. Its snaps of electricity dimming, though it was interfering with the once soaked machinery that clung to the Eevee.
One…
Tense.
Two...
The Eevee leans to the dirt.
Three!
Jordan and Kirby cut!
It took a moment for the Eevee to soak it in. And I bounded hysterically, once though he realized what was going on. He lurched at me with full speed, and I cringed, because at that moment I realized that this was going to hurt.
He roared a cry, and the zap of happiness that had grasped my heart when Warm Lighting arrived vanished. As if it evaporated the steam curled into the azure, and my body turned icy. I rolled into a defense curl, maybe making myself less full of pain. Yeah right. The Eevee's metal rushed at me, I could feel the bruises just well up and become swollen. I was hurdled in the sky, and then was slammed into a tree nearby; its hallowing trunk made me collapse into the dead branches, which would crumbled off. The Eevee smiled, and started to sprint.
"Thanks! What's your name?"
I for the first time uttered it painfully through my calloused windpipe.
"Spark!"
He smiled, and then lunged off for the trees, and I smiled so happy that at least this strange Pokemon got away. As I glanced away, I could hear the gush of Cam gasping as he raced off for me. I groaned, then gave a shriek as the branch disintegrated, making me fall into the dry dirt. I leaned up, and my muscles ached, but I brushed off some muck off my nose, and could feel Cam's arms wrap around me.
"Ah it got away. Oh well, you listened to me!" He crunched me into a back breaking hug. And I could feel the snarl ripple and bark, but Cam took no heed, and just hugged me more.
I felt my cheeks compress, and constricting Cam into a snake of blue lighting. He thrusted me to the dirt, again. Though it didn't sting, I started to stroke my elbow, as I did I saw the snake lift up and twirl around Cam indulging him in its cobalt lighting. Once it finished, it disappeared, not even a trace of smoke showed.
And I dashed for where it was last, and glared at the sky, what was this strange power? And I hoped that, it would return. The power that emerged from this lighting surged. And I looked, pondering on its new name, Cobalt voltage. Maybe, it was honorable to this dominant lighting.
"EVERY TIME!"
God why does he always shout?
Jordan and Kirby cut!
We had sauntered a bit over the forest. And we were completely lost.
Cam fooled around with his Poke'Nav; I could hear the buttons ring as he smoothed his hands over them. I groaned I knew traveling with this bum would be trouble. The second I eavesdropped on his problem with directions, I wanted to just slam my head into a pole and stick it there. I glanced at our surroundings, we were enveloped in sweeping forest. It bended over, made a canopy of leaves, I just wanted to shoot myself up there, and feel the leaves bristle my body as I basked in the afternoon sun. But, the afternoon sun was diminishing, it was being faded away, and the clouds lusted for it, then the sun was crammed into a body of white poof.
I groaned, and felt my muscles tense, they were sore and beaten, and holding Warm Lighting so long burned me. Literally, when my lighting was held too long, it would crush into me, my body would be warm and rugged with burns, and my arms were skimmed in brown skin. The problems of being so small, and stuffed with so much energy. The burns were swollen and aching, and I just wanted to curl up and sleep. Sleep for so long. And the bash that goddamn Eevee gave me, sent my body flying, then being rammed into a bulky tree, and falling from it's clutches.
"Oh I know! We go…this way! Wait…no…wait…do we go…no" The mutters that droned through Camron's words, and I just couldn't take it. I crumpled, and then slammed my face into the dirt. That cool dirt. It swarmed tepidness that hummed up my body, and it was slimmed in an unruffled breeze. Cam kept walking for a few moments, and in my hopes, I wished he would keep on strolling abandoning me into my cool wasteland. God, who cared about the big Pokemon? Just as long as he could recover, let him at least sulk in his pain.
"Hmm, Spark what do you think?" He turned around as if to motion to me. "Spark? Spark? SPARK!" Ow. I notioned to myself, his screams were making the acute ears of mine sting. And I held them down, as he kneeled down to me.
"Spark, are you okay?" NO, I'm not fucking okay! I just wanted to tear of his little face, and throw it into the forest, so the Caterpie's would devour it. Those flesh eating monsters would be quick, and then charge at his body, wadding themselves with fat and muscle. Cam felt my head, and I growled, but he didn't listen. He never listened. I growled louder once he picked me up and placed my fragile body in his lap, caressing my head, the signs of soothing irritated me, and I tried to bite. And I did, but he ignored it, though his twitch he knew was because of his bite and the pain that pricked him. But instead, he brought out a little bottle.
It had a strange spraying nozzle sprung on it; its base was a violet and thickened to silver. Cam fumbled with it, as he shook it, the liquid splashed inside. He aimed for…my stomach! Grr…that's the wrong place fool! But it slapped itself on the side of my belly, it stung and I gave a shrill cry in pain.
"It's okay Spark. It'll heal."
I yelled, and then let my lighting slip, the pain as it rode over my burns even producing more trickled, and I gave another scream. As Cam threw me into the dirt, and oh it cooled my belly and burns. I wanted to twist myself into that balmy dirt. Cam was charred, and he despite that shock, zoomed over.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YO-" He could never seem to finish that sentence, at once he glanced at those now scarlet burns, and he gasped.
"…oops." OOPS! OOPS? YOU FUCKING GOT ME IN THE WRONG SPOT! Cam smiled a wobbly smile, and he lifted me up by my armpits and they sorely stung. He grabbed the bottle and aimed for the burns…
And I tensed, as I expected that bottle to near.
But there was no need to, because it never did.
CRASH!
Out of the brush appeared a great large Pokemon. The largest I've ever witnessed. It sprung out, and it was a light mulch color, and it had large burly hands, that were calloused and bruised, two slender wings bended and a single eye burning red sparkled, the carves of the lines were visible. (A/N Guess..) I gasped, as it crashed tree's down, and it growled as it realized that we had stepped foot on its turf.
"YOU WILL DIE!" It bellowed, its voice dripping in anger. It lunged for us.
"A DUSCLOPS!" So that was this strange Pokemon's name? But I couldn't ponder on this, because I was weaker then ever and could hardly move. And Cam had trotted off( A/N Oh goodness Cam --) his voice high and screaming, and tears rimming his eyes. I glared up at the large Pokemon, it's eye glowered at me with a hard frown that slid over my face. I inched backwards, slowly now, not to awake this strange creature. It also gingerly stepped, crushing tree's and shrubs, I could hear it's loud cracks that splintered the air. I groaned, oh god the burns hurt, they boiled under my skin, I could just feel the bubbles of exhaustion pop and smoke into the shameful pain, I let out shuddered slowed breaths. The creature neared, it's claw-like hands itched, eager to snatch me, I wondered why it was slow in its movements.
As if it was taking it's time to close up on me, it wanted to kill me yes. But why so slow?
Suddenly, as I crept backward like frightened animal that was weedy in it's efforts of escape. I felt like I was trapped in a closing lady corset, and it was just closing in on me. I gulped, and damn I wished I never did that.
It roared, deep and throaty, it stretched out, trying to let those grapples bite into my bones. I tried to scurry away, but scurry was all I could. And those grapples talons nestled into my skin, I could feel the horrible pain break, as the scabs started to burn away. I screamed, and felt the blood seep and stain the Dusclops fingers. Its eye stared at me, no gawked at me, as if in amazement. And I gawked back, my heart thudded as fast as it could. But the flutter of it didn't loosen the grip of the Dusclops. I glanced to see Cam; he was whimpering and cowering beneath a bush's feeble protection. And I rolled my eyes casually; nothing was going to stop this thing. And I was screwed, absolutely screwed, I would perish like this.
And I wasn't scared.
The large ghost's crimson eye burned a hole through me at first, but now we were both glowering; now we both were burning.
Not for long. A sudden scent drifted in the air, a smoky stale aroma swirled, and I gagged in the smoke. The Dusclops eye's watered, it screeched, and thrusted me into the dirt. I flew at the soft topsoil, but soon was dragged over to the side, by a furry creature. But my sight was so blurry from the haze of pain and I was on the crumbling edge of consciousness. I stirred, and I tilted my bent head, scarred in blaze, I heard a gasp then a smoking aroma grew heavier, the last to top it off was a great big slap on the ground. A smolder of dirt was sprinkled on me, and I rose my head, I was so puzzled. What's going on?
"Hello?" I whispered, I could hear the breath, and the heat that simulated from the shadow that hovered me.
"I trust you." …no way
I rose my head, and there it was the Cyborg Eevee, it was gleaming in the lust of its machine greatness. He cocked his head, and a floppy brown ear matted in grime slicked back. Now I could smell the corpse of the rotting Dusclops, and feel the sizzling tang that slipped through the topsoil.
"I'll stay with you. Just for a thank you."
"Thank you."
But before we both knew it, a swirling torturous device soared at us, and aimed for the Eevee. I gasped, and tried to block it, but the Eevee stood in front of the ball, hung it's head, then was swallowed. I could feel myself being gingerly placed in warm arms, I knew Cam was holding me, but I was blinded in rage for capturing my friend.
"Wow, man Courage isn't a fighter."
Battling Courage hmm. I smirked, then leaned into Cam, with the support of my new friend near me.
Jordan and Kirby cut!
Jordan: I love this chapter.
Kirby: Why?
Jordan: Spark is such a little punk in it !
Kirby: Hey I'm not a punk?
Jordan: …
Kirby: Shut up.
Jordan: -- I did…
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