Me: Sorry everyone for not updating for a while, but the thing is I've got a terrible case of Writer's Block for this story.
May: That's why she needs YOU her loyal fans to come up with suggestions.
Drew: Any and all suggestions will be taken into consideration (there I said the part you told me to)
Me: Please include the Gemini Region in your suggestions (refer back to chapter 1: New Girl)
Drew: I've already sent in my suggestion- stuff this story and dump the Gemini Region, one less annoying Contestshipping story to worry about.
Me: Sorry, Drew but your suggestion doesn't count
Drew: Why not? You told me to tell everyone that all suggestions will be taken into consideration, Rosie.
May: I hate to admit it, but he's got a point Rose.
Me: Arrogant, egotistic characters don't get a say
Drew: I demand my rights!
May: You have rights?
Drew: This is about my love life
Me: You forget who's writing this story. I can easily make this a Hoenshipping story instead.
May/Drew: You wouldn't dare!
Me: I rest my case
Drew: This chapter will be deleted when Psyche's Rose's Writer's Block goes away.
May: If any of you have been wondering what Psyche's Rose has been up to, here's a short preview from her latest contestshipping story: Stealing Hearts
In the technically superior city of LaRousse- on top of the highest tower- stood a dark figure with a veil covering her face and hair; black fingerless gloves covered her hands and an Espeon was perched on her shoulder. At over 700 feet above the ground, she was freezing.
"Alright Misty," the figure said into a small communicator. "I'm goin' in."
"Be careful May-oops! I mean Black Dragonair," Misty said through the communicator. "It looks like they've upgraded the security system since last time."
"Misty, please tell me you didn't call the police again. Last time I nearly got caught," May hissed.
"Don't worry, I didn't," Misty said, nervous about the outcome of this mission.
May jumped down, from building to building, until she was on the rooftop of the LaRousse Museum- which held the largest known collection of jewels, rare paintings, and other artifacts in the world. She slid down the side of the building, using a pulley, and opened the window. It was unlocked. Apparently, even though the security had been upgraded, some idiot forgot to close the window.
Probably thinking no one would open it from so high up. These people have a lot to learn.
"Espeon, Psychic," May whispered. Espeon closed its eyes and projected a kind of hologram of the museum. Using the hologram, May could see all the security measures and plotted the easiest route to the Hall of Ancient Artifacts.
This is way too easy, she thought to herself. Where are all the night guards and the flashing lights? I always see at least one by now. So much for upgraded security.
She stretched her leg out and hopped into the room. As soon as she turned on her night vision goggles, she saw something move. Remembering to switch on her electronizer, which turns off all audio and visual devices in the area, May slowly made her way to the Hall of Ancient Artifacts.
In the center of the hall was an enormous diamond held up in the mouth of a dragon shining gold, the museum latest addition. But the jewel wasn't what May was after- it was the dragon.
May took out her can of laser formulator and sprayed it into the hall. Millions of lasers appeared in the hall and of course the control box was on the other side of the room.
Being an expert on gymnastics, May easily slipped through the lasers and turned them off. This all seemed too simple.
She was just about to touch the dragon, when an arrogant voice said behind her, "That was your most pathetic performance yet." Without even looking she could tell he was smirking.
"I didn't ask your opinion, did I Dark Flygon?" May said, turning to face Dark Flygon. He was dressed similarly to her-except he had an Umbreon, and from what she could see of him was handsome.
"I just thought you'd like to take a lesson away from this, seeing as how you're not taking anything else," he said coolly.
"And what makes you say that, Mr. Egotistic-Jerk? It looks to me like I'm the one who's going to be taking home the prize tonight," she replied in the same tone.
"Not if I can help it. Flygon, GO!" He shouted throwing up a pokéball.
There was a bright flash of light and a Flygon appeared. But it wasn't your everyday Flygon. Where the membrane was supposed to be green, it was black, and the red skin around the eyes was silver. It looked ready to battle.
"A battle, huh? Well, two can play at this game. Dragonair, take the stage!" May yelled throwing up a pokéball.
A bright light and Dragonair was there, too. But this Dragonair, like its opponent, was quite different than usual. Whereas a normal Dragonair had dark blue skin, this one had black skin, and instead of the spheres being dark blue they shined a bright white, emanating pure power.
"Flygon, Hyper Beam!"
"Dragonair, Dragon Rage!"
May: So remember
Drew: Press the little green button
Me: And we'll be back next week
All: Keep it up!!!