Chapter 3
It was a relatively warm day in early December as Kim stepped out of her house with her parents. The warmth was quite welcome, as it had been snow on the ground only four days ago. She was dressed in simple jeans and a white tee. She wore a yellow jacket over that. Her hair wad down this morning. She didn't have time to really worry. Yesterday they had received word that the rampage was heading this way. It had been a week since it first appeared on TV. Across the country, sightings of pokemon had appeared in catastrophic proportions. At first she couldn't believe it. Nobody could, really. But the longer it lasted, the more coverage that happened, the more real it got. Nobody in smaller towns like this had seen any of these pokemon yet, but they were all very sure and very afraid of what was to come.
Well, nobody except Kim.
Two days ago, in the almost melted snow, Kim snuck outside, despite her parents' permission, to go...well, get outside. She had been cramped inside since the start, and she was aching to go outside. So she did, and what she saw she could not believe, still didn't believe. She had spotted Mew, or so she thought. She wasn't entirely sure, but she was almost positive, especially since the outbreak. A week before she would have called herself crazy, but now she just might be seeing what she thought.
With her parents, she walked out of the house and into their car. They were driving to a larger town to find shelter. Once this approaching mass arrived, the town might be wiped out. It had taken the country a week to actually believe what they were seeing to judge how they should react based on the fact they were pokemon. Kids all over the country had been warning their parents of certain things, but they never listened, and they paid the price. The death toll so far was already in the thousands. Mewtwo had decimated much of San Francisco a week before. That was where it all started.
But now it had spread across the world. Soon after, outbreaks had happened in New York, Chicago, even New Orleans. Just a day later, London, Tokyo, Moscow, and other large cities across the world were hit. Eventually, they had spread to every region of the planet. Not all of them were evil, though. Some were actually very friendly and helped the people out in need. Others, however, attacked anybody on site.
They drove on through the morning into Toronto. She lived only a few miles outside of the city, but far enough away it was a smaller town. Toronto had shelters for people to stay in. Those small towns like that could be overtaken at any time. That's why her family had decided to take shelter.
Kim was a quiet girl. She loved her friends and missed them dearly. Some of them would be waiting where she went, but she wondered what would happen to those who stayed behind, those who didn't believe anything could happen to them. She wished she could save them all. But life was cruel, and she could do nothing at the moment but make herself feel bad by pondering on the matter, so she focused on the future. She had to get out now.
Her thoughts drifted back to that Mew. What was it doing there? She had always enjoyed pokemon, even before all of this had happened. She played the games, used to watch the show, and never thought it any more than just a game. She even played online. The game, TPPC, was her favorite. She enjoyed playing, talking on the forums, and the people on there. There, she didn't go by Kim. She went by Bunny there.
But that was part of the past now. After this last week, things had changed. Pokemon had seemingly came from the ground, wrecked cities, and destroyed millions of dollars worth of property. This was officially a world crisis now. The military units of the world had attempted to fight back, but their efforts were failing. It seemed as if they were damn near invincible. They could be taken out, but only at severe casualties. These things were definitely not normal. Some might even say they seemed divine.
Her train of thought was broken when, without warning, an explosion jolted the car off the road and in the air. The car flipped twice, and then landed on its side. Kim screamed in fear. What had just happened?! She caught glimpses outside as they rolled; trying to figure out what had done this. Keeping her equilibrium was difficult, and the time seemed to go by so slow, but at least she spied what had done this.
It was Rampardos. Multiple of them. This all seemed to go so fast. Even though they had watched it on TV, it had never really sunk in to her until now. They were being attack. This was now a matter of life and death.
"Get out, quick!" Kim heard her mother yell. She looked around to make sure she was still intact. Nothing seemed hurt, so she obeyed her mother and unbuckled her seatbelt, then reached up for the door, pushed up on it to open it, then slowly climbed out and landed on her feet. She looked back towards the attackers. A few of the Rampardos were following them. There were seven all together, but only two were coming after them.
"Run, Kim!" her father yelled this time. She turned back around to find her parents running at her, attempting to grab her. She didn't hesitate, she just ran with them. They were almost in the Toronto limits. If they could just make it there...
Together with her parents they ran, attempting to keep as much room between them and the Rampardos as they possibly could. They were failing miserably, but the only had to make it into the city. Somebody there would help them. Kim continued to look back, only to notice their pursuers catching up.
Then Kim's mother hit the ground. Her leg fell into a hole, and the impact hit at just a position to send her flying over. Kim and her father stopped, not sure what to do. The Rampardos was catching up quickly now. They spied Kim's mother and immediately changed their focus to her alone. She would be their prey.
Unless Kim could do something. But what could a girl like her do? She had no weapons, could not fight, or do anything. Her mother would not want her to put herself in danger. She would want her to escape. But she couldn't live knowing she didn't try. She had to try...
Heroically she turned and around and ran back to her mother. She had no idea what she would do, so she stood in front of her, attempting to block the path between the Rampardos and her mother. She had no idea why she did this, or what came over her, but something told her she could do it.
"Please...help me..." She whispered as a tear rolled down her face.
Her prayer was answered. As Rampardos dove in for the kill, something swooped in from the sky and knocked them both off their feet and to the ground. Kim saw what had happened, but she couldn't believe her eyes.
Latias had come to her rescue. Her Latias, she had no doubt. Was this the feeling she had? It was almost as if she felt Latias coming to her aid before she even made the call to run backwards.
Latias turned in midair and dove down on the remaining Rampardos coming now. They stood no chance against the glorious, legendary pokemon that was fighting for the girl. Without effort it had taken them all on, and without effort it defeated them each. The Rampardos had nothing else to do but retreat for now.
After all was clear again, Latias landed beside Kim and lowered her face. Kim petted the large beast, which stood obediently as if they had known each other forever. Her father helped her mother stand up again, and they wiped off the dirt and rubble that had covered her when she fell, then they both stood in awe at the sight in front of them.
"Kim...what is that?" Her mother asked.
Kim smiled shyly, as if she had been keeping this bird in her own room this whole time and cat had been let out of the bag. "I can explain!" She said happily.
Hundreds of miles away, flying somewhere over Pennsylvania, Shrimpy sat in the cockpit of the little plane that had so timely saved his life only a week ago. He looked out of the window at the earth below, almost hoping to see the variety of pokemon he had let loose upon the planet, but from up here he couldn't make out any figures.
Pokeholic had been very nice to him. She with her daughter had just landed from a flight when the attack had happened, and they immediately found the small plane docked in the airfield. The pilot was dead, probably from the attack. Thousands of Fearows, Pidgeots, and Altarias had swarmed the airport at the start, and then only minutes before Shrimpy shown up they had left. Luckily, her daughter was a pilot, and the plane had been an opportune escape route. While they were preparing the plane, the Farfetch'd had appeared. Pokeholic enjoyed the company, found the pokemon to be innocent, so she took it along with them.
Now they were flying across the country on their way to the capital city, Washington D.C. Shrimpy only hoped that somebody there would let him speak his case. He had been reviewing the program he brought with him, and learned a few things about what had went on, though he would need better equipment and help to fully discover what would going on.
He kept in touch with Kife up until two days ago when his phone finally died. Kife had gotten a hold of other moderators from the site: Darkheart, Deimos, Charizard, and the rest, and they all agreed it would be best to find a way to meet and discuss what was happening. The others were all safe, and Shrimpy was glad to hear it. Maybe they could finally figure things out.
But things could never go that easy. Shrimpy knew that as soon as the plane began to shake.
"Damn....not good." Came the voice of the pilot.
Shrimpy stood up. "What now?" he asked.
The pilot was fighting to steady the vehicle, but they continued to pick up interference and shake more. "We're under attack!" she yelled.
Shrimpy ran up to the cockpit and looked out the window again. Moltres flew around them, attempting to ram them out of the sky.