Captive of Magma
by Lucky-Racer
Rating: PG
A/n: I've decided to cut all the other disclaimer and summary stuff out, you already know it XD
Previously on Captive of Magma:
As I closed my eyes and petted Sugar goodnight, a thought came back to me. "Guys! Where's Cody?" I asked with urgency. He had probably been searching for me most of the day, even though we tried to sabotage each other; he was my brother and all.
"Well... you see, the thing is... we don't exactly know," Misty said, glancing at me over from her sleeping bag. "He ran off after you were captured."
I sighed and looked towards the heavens. He was probably out there, searching for me high and low. Ah well, I'll look for him tomorrow. Tomorrow always brings more questions and answers. And that's the thought I fell asleep with.
I had a very disturbing dream that night. A fluffy, furry grizzly bear was holding me in a death lock, practically suffocating me. He danced around in circles around a blazing campfire, shouting my name. It was stifling hot, and after a while, adding to my discomfort, I was starting to choke. The bear took no notice and kept on dancing, picking up a sheet of sandpaper (yes it appeared from nowhere). He started rubbing it franticly over my eyelids like there was no tomorrow.
Startled, I snapped back to consciousness to a weird sight. Sugar was on fire! Then why is there not the putrid smell of burning hair? I asked myself. As my vision cleared, I realized that I was laying flat on my back on the forest floor, which carpeted with leaves and twigs. I did a double take and it happened that the Espeon was not on fire. She was comfortably standing on my windpipe, and it appeared that she had been licking my eyelids to wake my up. So that explains the sandpaper and choking... but where did the heat and someone calling my name come from?
I looked up again and pushed Sugar off of my throat, sucking in sweet, pine-smelling air. Cody was standing above me, a torch in his hand. "Sasha!" He called. "You finally came around. I was getting a bit worried there... but then again you aren't exactly a light sleeper." He smirked and smiled, looking up as if recalling back a funny memory. I knew what he was thinking. It was the time he blew a fog horn in my ear (we used to live on a boat, rented from Team Aqua of course...) while I was sleeping. I didn't wake up.
I narrowed my eyes, but just grinned at him, happy that he was back. "Aw, come here, you!" I gave him a huge hug and smiled.
He rolled his eyes and grinned back. "You are so pathetic, and too sensitive."
"Oh, don't get me started on you!"
"Hey! What's that supposed to-"
Cody was cut off by a loud, shuddering yawn. Misty rolled over in her sleeping bag and groaned, the treetop-filtered light streaming its way into her eyelids. She shook her head and started to pull her hair up into her famous style: The angled ponytail. Not quite on the side, but not quite straight up.
"Good morning, Misty!" I cheerfully greeted.
"Good morning," Misty replied. I smiled; she had become a lot nicer now.
She picked out some clean clothes from her pack and want into the denser part of the woods, changing and coming back out.
Misty glanced at the two boys sleeping and rolled her eyes. I guess they were both a tad on the lazy side... "Brock, Ash! It's time to wake up! It's my turn to wash clothes, you have exactly five minutes to sort through your packs and give me all the stuff you want cleaned. FIVE minutes only; and no extensions this time." She stuck out her lip and gave them a rock solid stare. I could tell she was serious. "Oh, Sasha and Cody, you too; if you want anything washed, I'm leaving for the creek in five minutes."
It's not like I had to have this repeated to me because I couldn't hear it the first time, but hey. "Sure," I replied, elbowing Cody.
"Oh yeah, right!" He replied. I rolled my eyes; he really spaced there. I looked over at him again. He was staring dreamily at Misty, blushing slightly. Hmm, someone was a little fond of her, huh? I grinned, settling down onto my sleeping bag and sorting through my pack, picking out some regular clothes and my Magma uniform. Don't get me wrong; I wouldn't dream of wearing it again, but I wanted to send it back to my boss clean.
"Ok, I'm leaving!" Misty yelled. She had her arms full with a basket of clothes, a big wash bucket, some liquid dish soap, a long string clothes line, wooden clothespins, and a spray bottle of fabric softener.
"Can I come with you?" I asked.
"Of course," she replied.
I gathered up my armful of clothing and walked over to Misty so we could start walking. I let out a high pitched whistle and Sugar got up from sleeping in a sun ray and followed me. It suddenly hit me that I didn't know the way... that was kind of a problem. "Uhmmm, Misty?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes?" She answered, looking up from the directions Ash had given her.
"Oh! You have directions. Good!" I sighed with relief.
Misty gave me an amused glance before looking back to the directions.
"Ok, this says that we're supposed to take this path..." She pointed to the left.
"Alright," I replied, and we started to walk along the dusty trail. Different coniferous trees dotted the way and I inhaled sharply. "Ah...," I breathed in the pine and evergreen scent, content.
Misty grinned. "It does smell good, huh?"
We sank into a good-natured silence, not awkward. I glanced over at Misty. She had her eyes closed, a peaceful expression on her face. I think I knew what she was thinking about...
The thought of Cody and Misty together was put out of my mind momentarily as we reached the tiny stream, about three feet wide and a foot deep. Perfect for wading around and washing clothes, but nothing to be afraid of. I loved it all ready; I'm just a water kind of person. Not exactly like Misty, she loves water Poke'mon.
Sugar saw the stream and her face lit up. Some experts think that an owner's attributes rub off on its Poke'mon, and vice versa. I wasn't sure if Sugar got her love of water from me, because it was unnatural for an Espeon, or had it all along. She bounded to it and dived in, wading and splashing around, flinging water onto my shirt.
"Hey!" I complained. "That wasn't funny!" I looked down at my shirt. It was really soggy now. I rolled my eyes. "Oh well... looks like my clean shirt got washed anyway!"
Sugar's response was to giggle (Yes, Poke'mon can giggle... don't ask me how though) and swim away down the stream.
"Ok, but be back before we're done!" I called.
Misty laughed and unpacked her armful of things out of the wash bin, setting them up along the bank. "Ok, so, here's how you wash clothes on the road: Take some cold water out of the stream, into the bucket. Swish the clothes around and add the soap where needed. Dump the water in the forest and then get another bucketful, and rinse the clothes. While you're doing this, I'll be setting up the clothesline somewhere suitable. When you're done, bring the cleaned clothes to me, I'll hang them out to dry, and you can find Sugar."
I blinked and stared into space for a minute. Those were a lot of directions for just washing clothes. I tried to make it easier. Rinse, wash, rinse. That was all I had to do; when put that way, it seemed easier. I waked over to the river with the basin and got some water, filling it about three-fourths of the way. I staggered back to land with the heavy bucket and took a heaping pile of clothes, scrubbing them absently for a while. I then rinsed them again, and stood up. The washing took about twenty minutes.
I sighed and looked around, wandering down the riverbank and quickly spotting Misty in a clearing of the evergreens. She was lounging against the base of a trunk, apparently waiting for me to get there. I chuckled and plopped the basin down at her feet, and scurried off before she could say anything; I had to find Sugar. Where was she?
A series of high-pitched squeaks broke my train of thought. It sounded exactly like Sugar's frantic yelling when she got frightened or scared! I began to panic and tore off blindly through the forest, jumping over brush piles and fallen logs. Nettles and thorns tore at my bare arms, and the stitches in my sides were making each breath unbearable. My legs wobbles and I almost fell over when I finally emerged from the heart of the forest. I realized that was the worst possible route I could have taken, and scolded myself.
The shrill squeaks roused me again, and I took in the scene before me. A boy about my age and his Poke'mon were standing on one side of the clearing. The boy looked about my age. His fawn-brown hair was swept to the side, framing blue-green eyes and a winning smile. He was tanned and muscular, not from working out, I realized, but from traveling. He was hot. I immediately became very self-conscious of myself, not because I had an attraction to him, I had none, but I just get that way around strangers. My clothes were dirtied and hair tangled, and I had many stinging cuts on my arms.
"Houndour! Do a Bite Attack!" The huge, wolf-like Poke'mon rushed forward with practiced skill, running in a zigzag pattern, thoroughly confusing Sugar. It then lunged at her side and sang its razor-sharp fangs into her side, hastily retreating, and waiting for the signal to strike again.
Any chance that boy had of getting on my good side vaporized instantly. The horrid little monster. Sugar looked terrible: she walked with a limp, and her fur was darkening with blood steadily from the bite on her side. One of her legs dangled at an odd angle. I closed my eyes instantly, but the grotesque image was still there, burned into my mind. I shuddered and the moment passed, and I composed myself. Right. Back to hating that guy.
"HEY!" I bellowed, waving my arms around. "WHAT in Ho-oh's name do you think you're DOING, boy?" I crossed my arms and planted myself firmly in front of Sugar, gazing at the boy with a death stare.
He seemed cool and unruffled. "What does it LOOK like? Oh, and its Joren, not 'boy'," he retorted and smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, pretty boy. Just stop attacking my Espeon," I snarled.
"Oh, that's your Espeon?" He asked lightly with mock concern. "I didn't know." I knew he was just trying to annoy me and sighed.
I didn't want to deal with him anymore. Silently I scooped up Sugar and ran back to the clearing with Misty in it, this time taking the less-hazardous route. I could hear Joren following me, but didn't care. As soon as Misty spotted me, she gasped.
"What happened?" Her voice was tinged with sorrow. She knew I loved Sugar and was close to my Poke'mon.
I jabbed my finger in the direction of Joren, who was leaning against a tree casually. I saw Misty glance over him with distaste. "I think Brock will know what to do," She said finally, running off and beckoning me to follow. Joren got up to come too; I didn't know why he was still following us.
It seemed a lot longer getting back to camp than going from it. I sighed as we inched along at a slower than necessary rate, breaking into a run. Misty was there beside me, while Joren trotted behind us, unsure of what to do. I dismissed it as his guilty conscience, what little he might've had, urging him to see what would become of the Pokemon he hurt.
I didn't stop running until I saw camp and the boys; Ash and Brock were arm wrestling over on a tree stump. I laughed despite the situation and carried Sugar over to Brock. Misty came up behind me, panting.
"You're going down, Ash!" Brock grinned.
"No wa-Misty and Sasha! What's wrong? Oh..." Ash exclaimed, his forgotten arm going limp and falling immediately.
"Ha!" Brock yelled triumphantly. Ash nudged him slightly, his sympathetic eyes resting on Sugar.
Joren chose that moment to come in behind us, staggering under the weight of the wash bucket and freshly clean clothes. I rolled my eyes and focused back on the matter at hand.
"So, do you think you can fix her up, Brock?" I asked hopefully. Sugar really needed help.
"I think so, though it'll be difficult." He replied, and gently took Sugar to a makeshift table, and got some things out of his traveling pack. I didn't recognize everything, but among the things were: A stethoscope, some gauze, antibiotics, a cast and splint, and ointment. I hate the sight of doctors at work and too much blood can make me feel faint. I knew I could never be a surgeon or something of that nature. Sighing, I walked away.
Coming Up Next:
Whythecrap is Joren still here?
What happens to Sugar?
A/N: Thanks for reading, and kudos to all my lovely reviewers:D Hmmph. This chapter has taken me a LOT longer than I thought it would, I'm sorry. But I promise the next one will be up soon!
Ooh, and the Big Bang chappie will be up by Wed.! .
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