Chapter 5
Kim yawned as she sat up in her chair.
"Today is boring." She sighed. "About like every other day since I got here."
She stood up and walked out of the small room that was obligated to her and her parents. There was two beds. Her parents used those, and she slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. There was no sink, and the bathroom was down the hall. She could imagine this is what it would feel like to be in prison. Prison was exactly what she felt at this moment. She had been trapped in this building for three days now, and she longed for something to do. This safehouse, or so they called it, was just a big building in Toronto. Mewtwo ripped through an entire building in seconds. What good would staying here do them? She guessed the regular pokemon weren't as strong as the Mewtwo in California, but what if something else of that caliber was out there? They wouldn't stand a chance.
Then she began to wonder. "Golden Mewtwo? I don't remember any of them in the game.." Was that going to be the new promo? Or was it just not on the rankings or rarity lists? Then she caught herself, realizing that dwelling on TPPC wouldn't get her anywhere either. She wanted to be outside again. She wanted to see Latias again.
The majestic bird was only with her for the rest of that day. Once they entered the city she had to let her go, but she had a strange feeling as if it hadn't gone far. If she could only get outside. The doors at the front and back were all watched by guards. Perhaps she could climb to the top of the building and see what was there? Maybe Latias would come to her there?
Then she quickly overruled that idea. People would freak out at the sight of a pokemon. Most people didn't realize what was going on, but Kim was smart. Though it was a stretch, she was almost certain that this disaster had something to do with TPPC. How else would Latias, her best pokemon in the game, know to come save her? No, it really didn't make sense, but nothing about this made sense, so thinking outside the box, that was a distinct possibility.
Knowing she really couldn't do anything, she just went back and sat down. She knew nobody here. Most were from towns other than hers. She came to the city frequently and knew people there, but it wasn't like she could leave. At least the chair was somewhat comfortable. She would doze off from time to time, thinking about Latias and that Mew she saw back home, wondering if she was imagining all of this. Each time she would wake up, look around, realize that she was not in her room, and make her grim choice.
The dozing stopped in the afternoon, however, when she was woke up by a pleasant sound, one she almost subconsciously hoped and expected to hear.
"Buneary!!!" came the noise from directly in front of her. It startled her, and she jumped up, knocking the figure off and into the floor. The rabbit-like creature face planted and rolled over.
"Buune! Buneary.." it spoke as if trying to get Kim's attention. Kim finally looked at the creature long enough to realize what was in front of her.
"Oh my! I'm so happy!" She leaned over, picked up the rabbit, and hugged him tightly. Buneary seemed to enjoy and did not resist.
"How did you find me?" Kim asked. "How did you know I was here?"
Buneary spoke, but Kim really couldn't get a feeling as to what he was saying. She could just tell that he was as happy to see her and she was to see him. Maybe now she would have something to do around this place. But she had to keep him secret. If people found out about a pokemon in the building, no matter how small, they would freak.
"Come on, we have to find somewhere for you to stay." Kim told Buneary. She got up out of the chair again and walked upstairs, and the rabbit followed. Maybe he could stay on the roof. She doubted many people went up there, and, if they did, there should be placed for him to hide. Pokemon were smart, she learned that, so if she told him something he would understand.
The building was over ten stories tall, but Kim didn't mind the exercise. Anything was ok after being cramped up in the building all this time. She made it to the top without meeting a soul. Surprisingly, the roof door was not guarded. She guessed the guards weren't too worried about people jumped off the roof to get out, and if people were willing to risk jumping building to building to get free, they might as well just let them go. She looked down to see if anybody was coming, and then opened the door. It squeaked more than the others, but she paid no mind and went outside.
It was much colder than it was only a few days ago. The breeze came full force where she was standing out in the open. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to leave Buneary out in the open like this, she thought. She looked around over the city to see the sights. Traffic still flowed, but nothing like the way things were before the crisis. Most people were too afraid to be caught out of their homes if another attack hit. Canadian troops were stationed block to block on patrol, and the time people were allowed out was limited to daylight. In the winter, as it was now, there was not much time to be allowed outside. What was the world coming to?
"Well…I guess it's too cold for you to stay up here, isn't it?" She said to Buneary, who responded with a reply and a nod. Kim smiled. "Thought so. Let's go back inside."
She would have made it back inside, but she caught a glimpse of something approaching from behind. She turned around, anxious and hopeful of who it might be, and her suspicions were correct. Latias flew in and landed on the roof beside her. Kim rushed up to the beast and hugged it with all her might, and the bird seemed happy of the welcome.
"I'm glad you are back!" She said, but when she looked up, she saw worry on the bird's face. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly back.
Laitas emitted a strange cry of worry. Kim wasn't sure of what she was saying, but she knew something was about to happen. Something bad.
"Don't worry. We will be ok, alright?" She tried to calm the bird, but the effort was getting her nowhere.
Then the building began to shake. Kim kept her balance, then it hit her. The building was collapsing. But why?! She saw no explosions, no attacks. She went over to the front of the building, careful not to fall, to where a steel railing was at and looked off, holding on carefully as not to plummet to the ground level. People were already running out of the door to the streets, screaming to get away. The ground shook again as a corner of the building gave way. This would not be pretty.
Kim panicked. She had no time to get to the bottom, no time to find her parents. The building was already collapsing! She had to fly away on Latias. It was her only hope. She ran back over to the bird, Buneary in hand, and jumped on.
"Let's get out of here." She said calmly, though on the inside she was a wreck. She began to worry about her parents. Were they ok? Would they escape the confines of the building? She knew they would, but she also knew they would be worried about her. She had to find a way to let them know she was ok…
Another corner collapsed and the building began to fall. On ground level, Kim could spy out large, gray forms coming out of the ground. Aggron, she noticed. That's why she never saw it coming. They were attacking from underground. Just as she thought those thoughts, other buildings began to collapse as well. Why was all of this happening? She just wanted to live happily, with her friends and parents.
Laitas flew south, soaring across the city at extreme speeds. Within minutes, the city was behind them, and they flew south. Kim was cold from the breeze, and she motioned for Latias to slow down. The bird replied silently. Kim could feel the air slow down around her as she caught her breath in the cold air.
"We have to go back, Latias. We have to make sure my parents were alright." Kim said.
Latias let out a cry with an eerie feeling. Kim, without really thinking, turned around behind her.
They were being swarmed by flying pokemon. All shapes and sizes flew at them. She had no choice now. If they stayed and fought, they would fall. They had to run.
A tear came from her eye as the issued the command. "Latias, let's get out of here."
The bird acknowledged the command and picked up speed, as the trio of master and pokemon flew south.
Shrimpy sighed with relief after he finished his speech with the President. He still wasn't over the fact. The PRESIDENT. Of the entire US was standing front of him, listening intently to what he had just told him, trying to decipher the information. It was Barack Obama. Perhaps if anybody would believe it, it would be him. He hoped, at least.
"So these pokemon, as you call them, why are they acting like this?" Obama asked Shrimpy.
"Well, it has something to do with the virus in the programming. I really couldn't tell you at this very moment. I need more time to study the virus, and more people to help me."
"And if we give you this, will you be able to discover what's going on here?" came the reply.
"We should be able to. Once we know what's causing this, we can start to make a counter-offensive and put a stop to it."
The President stood up. "Normally, what you tell me would put you in an insane asylum. But after the last week, I have no real choice but to attempt this. Our military can't seem to put a stop to them. The small ones will fall, but the larger ones, our guns do not even affect. So, I will give you a week to process the information you have and figure out what is going on. Feel free to use any recourses, including the scientists here, to figure it out."
Shrimpy and Kife both shook their heads. "We understand. We will do everything in our power." Kife replied this time.
The President nodded, then walked over to the two men and shook each of their hands. "That is all, and good luck." He said intently.
Both of them replied, answered the handshake, and turned around out of the room. Once they left, Kife wiped his forehead clean of sweat. "Man..that was nerve-wracking. So now what?" he asked Shrimpy.
"We do just what we said. We get to work." He pulled out the jump drive and began to walk down the hallway. Kife followed silently, anxious to put all of this mess back to the way it was.