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Pokepowers: DexDefenders Unite!
Chapter Five: Burned Alive
9-29-12
Posco: The all mighty Posco must make an announcement! Because I have had essays due every other day, updating, and even just writing, has been hard. So now that I'm starting to do my homework early at lunch (Oh yeah) to make room for updates, I hope you're ready to expect six (rather late) updates this Saturday. Whoopie.
Giratina: GUESS WHAT POSCO DOES NOT OWN…POKEMON!
Dialga: Very original, Giratina.
Palkia: Yeah!
Giratina: You like it? I've been trying out new ones; what do you think of Posco does not own Pokémon because she is absolutely lame and is terrible at keeping promises?
Dialga: Don't!
Arceus: She'll do something terrible to you! She's so much godlier than me in this fanfiction!
Giritini: Like what?
Dialga & Arceus: *Laughs*
Palkia: Yeah!
Giritini: Shit!
Dark clouds of smoke fluttered through the air, fading when they got too far from the source. Orange light flickered in the slightly illuminated darkness like a nightlight, burning away as time slowly passed. The smell of burning wood and plastic wafted through the wind along with the embers that were too light to stay with the rest. Flames licked the crumbling walls of the burning Pokemon Center, clicking away as it happily tasted its prey.
If you looked beyond the fire, you could see some figures coming up in the distance. These few people were simply known as the Dexdefenders…or partially. There were much more of them, but they weren't suited for this mission.
"What happened here…uh…ma'am?" Red, or Captain Dragon, asked the nurse Joy as she looked at the fire worriedly.
"A trainer and their Charizard happened!" She cried, both angered and frightened, "They just ordered it to use flamethrower out of nowhere! There's a boy in there!"
Red nodded, "Don't worry, we'll get him out; you wait here."
Red and Pearl both ran inside the burning building, their eyes stinging from the smoke. Breathing became hard and uncomfortable as smoke threw itself into their faces. The heat was unbearable, causing buckets of sweat to pour down their faces. Clapping flames beat at the walls and fallen bits of the ceiling as the two of them looked through the orange glow of the room.
Red coughed into his elbow, "Look around, try to find a kid."
Pearl nodded, charging up a small stair case, Red following behind. He didn't know why but it felt slightly more comfortable to breathe than he thought. Smoke felt like oxygen in his lungs but slowly started to burn. He could feel it, a light sting; the lightest in the world.
Suddenly, he heard a crash and found himself on the ground. Pearl turned around, gasping at the sight, "Red!"
Behind him, Red was trapped under a ceiling beam, eyes wide with fright, "Just go! I'll be fine!"
Scared, Pearl nodded, running off into another room. A wailing sound exploded in the room; something like a child's crying. It got louder and louder the closer he got to the back of the room. He turned around a small table and saw a young boy, crying his eyes out on the floor, tears streaming down his face. Flames surrounded him, burning the table.
There was no way through.
"I'm so going to regret this…" He muttered as he quickly ran through the fire.
The kid looked at him with red eyes.
"Don't worry, kid; I'm here to help you," Pearl said as the boy smiled.
He picked him up, grunting for absolutely no reason. The flames were nothing to him; it was a feather-touch to his skin. It amazed him how much he could do as The Living Flame. Fire was his friend.
Pearl looked at the stair case as it collapsed to the ground, curious about how he would get down. More cracks echoed in the burning Pokémon Center, resulting in his pulse racing. No stairs, a limited amount of time, and only one free hand, what fun. With a moment of hesitation, Pearl jumped. Life felt like slow-motion as flames exploded all around him.
I don't know how to transition into the next scene…so this happens…
The duo gasped as they ran outside the building, finding the real oxygen much more pleasurable than the smoke. Red sat on the grass, cross-legged and Sapphire, who had obviously freed him from his situation, used his head of an armrest. Blue and Green, who had also accompanied them, appeared tired and worn out from attempting to put out the fire.
Panting, Pearl set the kid down and stretched his arms, "There you go, kid. You should go home now, tell your mom you're alright."
The kid looked delighted, smiling ear-to-ear, "You're…you're the Living Flame!"
"Yeah…I am," Pearl said, still not exactly used to being referred to as the Living Flame, "You know me?"
"Do I?" The kid started jumping up and down, "You're only the best of the DD! I loved that scene in the comics, when you blow up a gas station because there's an evil guy inside! Like, that was amazing!"
"You don't say…" Now he was just frightened by the kid's enthusiasm.
"I'm Mickey! Mickey Reed!" Mickey very conveniently produced a piece of paper and a pen from his pockets, "Can I have your autograph?!"
Pearl nodded and took the paper from his hands. He scribbled down a messy and unrecognizable signature before handing it back. By now the boy was beaming.
Now, even more nervous, Pearl decided this was enough, "Yeah…I gotta run; catch you later…"
Feeling a strange burst of energy in his body, Pearl ended up running all the way back to Vermillion City.
The House—Dinner…
Something felt very strange. Pearl had been feeling this ever since he got home. He felt energized and excited, but also a strange pang of anger ran through him every now and then. Fire ran through his veins instead of blood; he felt hot and sweaty and, above all, just gross.
But…it also felt kind of good.
The blonde sat at the table next to Platinum and across from Diamond. His chicken, which he questioned the existence of, tasted dry and burned and he didn't even remember finishing his drink, but it was no longer there. Not even the ice; just an empty glass. Pearl suddenly felt sick. It was a strange mixture of energy and happiness and anger and tiredness that made him feel this way. He leaned over and rubbed his eyes.
Platinum must have noticed this because she leant over as well, concern flooding her beautiful metallic eyes, "Pearl…are you alright?"
"Fine, I guess I'm a bit tired after the whole rescuing thing today," He lied, not sure whether to say energized or half-dead, "I think I'll go upstairs."
Upon standing up, Pearl was greeted by a rush of pain and power. He dropped his fork to the table as everyone gasped. The fork had been molded to the shape of his hand, gleaming molten orange and steaming. And he didn't feel it the whole time. His heartbeat increases and his head hurt. Panic flooded him like a dam during a storm. What was happening to him?
"Pearl…?" Platinum asked rather calmly, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"No…no I'm not sure…" He was scared, truly and honestly scared, "I feel like I need to run around, but it hurts."
Platinum stood up next to him and raised a hand, "Maybe you're…"
As soon as her hand had touched his forehead, she pulled it away yelping.
"Missy!" Diamond yelled as he ran to her side, taking her injured hand in his own, "You're burned…"
He glared at Pearl in shock and fear. Pearl looked back at him. Nothing could compare to what he was feeling. His heart skipped a beat, maybe several, before he suddenly took off and ran out the door, slamming it behind him.
This is when Platinum began to cry.
Pearl ran faster than he ever had in his life. His legs didn't want to stop and ignored his refusing mind. He wanted to go as far away as possible; somewhere hidden and safe. He felt like he was dying, but also living through something great. It was confusing and terrifying at the same time. The heat was getting to his head, he couldn't think straight. Hiding was top priority.
Around him, water was boiling, creating fog in the near-winter air. The sand felt sharp and hot against his feet despite the cool breeze that should have been cooling him off.
Ice was his enemy.
Fire was his friend.
Pearl kept running until he reached a tech store, where he stopped for a moment. In the window sat a pile of televisions, all playing the news. A chubby man with grey hair sat in front of a blue background and in the corner was a picture of an all too familiar face.
"And as it turns out, ten-year-old Michael Reed was kidnapped by none other than the arsonist who set fire to a Cerulean Pokémon Center earlier this week. We believe he is being held captive in Diglett cave. Police are already at the scene and if they don't come out soon they plant on calling for the DexDefenders. In other new, despite the Winter Season, there appears to be glass and fog on Vermilion Beach. We suggest everyone stay away from the beach until we can sort it out…"
Pearl wasn't listening to that last part. The boy he saved from the fire was kidnapped? He was kidnapped by the person who started the fire? He was kidnapped by the person who started the fire that he was trapped in? Anger and blood roared in his ears as even his own sweat began to evaporate. There was only one thing to do now: find Mickey.
Dun-nuh-nah-nuh-nah-neh, Epic Scene Change! Whataah!
It wasn't hard getting past the police. When you're dresses as a member of the DexDefenders, you can get past anything. The caves felt hotter than normal, and he wasn't just saying that because his own incredibly high body heat was bouncing off the walls. Something just felt different. It felt like the caves were closing in on him, but then again they felt longer and narrower as well. A dizzy sensation overcame him like a tidal wave of stone as he grabbed onto a wall to keep steady.
It made no sense. He was energized and tired at the same time, almost as though half of his body was in war against the other.
Let's just say it was a confusing feeling.
Pearl gasped upon reaching the end of the cavern. He found himself in a large circular room surrounded with candles of all colours. The smells over cherry and pumpkin and vanilla found their way up his nose as every candle had its own beautiful and original fragrance. A fancy red chair with gold lining was placed in the middle of the room, a tall and rather elegant woman sitting in it, holding a red drink in a cocktail glass.
The woman had deep cherry brown hair that was wavy and thick and obviously smooth. He skin was tan and flawless and her lips we coloured an insane shade of bright and fiery pomegranate. Her eyes were a deep brown with dark black mascara-covered eyelashes and black eye-shadow to go along with it. He body was clad in a thin and short red and black dress with medium sleeves with her legs were covered in black stockings and on her feet were glittering cherry heels. She looked around eighteen or so based on her shape and height.
In short: she was absolutely stunning.
Pearl swallowed hard. The brunette woman smiled seductively and stood up from her seat, placing her unknown drink carefully into the other hand.
"TLF, sweetie, I see you made it," She said in a rather attractive, yet low southern voice, "I thought you wouldn't come."
"Not like I was invited," He responded, not comfortable with this woman's personality, "I know you took him."
She cocked her head, her long crystal earrings falling to the side.
"I know you took Michael Reed," Pearl said again, stomping his foot on the stony ground, "Why him? Out of all people, you chose an innocent little boy who clearly has no life. Why?"
The woman took a sip of her crimson drink, tasting it carefully before answering, "Well, he was only way to get to you, babe. I couldn't get one of you little power-pals, now could I?"
PLEASE NOTE THAT THE NEXT SCENE IS NOT RECCOMENDED FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF TWELVE OR SO! PLEASE, I ADVICE SOME FORM OF PARENTAL AUTHORITY WITH YOU AS YOU READ IF YOU ARE INDEED UNDER THE AGE OF TWELVE! THANK YOU AND PLEASE ENJOY THE STORY!
"Then…why me?"
"I like my men hot," She said, biting her waxy lip and walking over to him with one foot over the other.
She ran a red finger nail his flaming cheek, "That's the Pyro way; hot and sexy."
Upon hearing this, Pearl jumped as she licked his cheek uninvited. He fell to the floor, shocked. The woman, now identified as Pyro, jumped on him in a way he didn't expect anyone to until he was at least sixteen. She bent over and started to bite his ear.
Pearl flinched, "I am almost half you're age!"
"Come on, you know you love it!" She said, eyes wide with pleasure, "You know it feels right!"
"You're the last person I want to lose my virginity to!" Pearl cried, getting out from under her, running across the room in panic, "There's someone else in my life and she is not named after a form of heat!"
In all this movement, she hadn't spilled her drink. She took of sip of it again, licking her lips hesitantly, "She pretty? Smart? …Sexy?"
Pearl wanted to cover his eyes when she ran a hand down her own leg in an attempt to provoke him. He couldn't. Curse the mind of a teenage boy!
Pearl's mind clicked to the original situation, "Where's the boy?"
Pyro laughed. She gently strut over the plush red chair in the middle of the room and, with one mighty kick, knocked it over, only to reveal the scared and shaking boy that was indeed Mickey. The fire was back. He needed to rescue him, but he found himself glued in place as an untimely wave of weakness ran through him, causing him to fall to his knees.
"You hurt, baby?" She asked in an amused concern. She grinned and bent down next to him, "No…you overcharged!"
Pearl picked himself up with his hands, glaring.
"Oh…you don't know how to expel it? Oh, my lucky day!" She cried, overjoyed, clapping her hands together and laughing, "You'll die way before I get a chance to have Charized blast burn you to death. That make you feel better, cutie?"
"Die? What're you talking about?" Pearl questioned, finally back on his feet, "It's just a thing…I'll sleep it off."
She took another sip of liquid, "Oh, it's a thing alright; tell you that."
He suddenly felt scared. This was going to kill him? He didn't want to die; not until he got married, had kids, and became a super famous comedian. But now he was going to die? Death wasn't an option.
"Huh…boy's expendable then…" She said, looking down at Mickey, "Two deaths in a day; papa's going to be pleased."
The pain was back. So was the anger and the energy and the fire.
And the freedom.
"You ain't killing anyone tonight, little lady, 'cause I'm here to stop it!" Pearl cried in a fake southern accent in mocking of her own.
A shock of tiredness overcame him again, but this time is stayed. The pain disappeared with energy and dizziness. But, Arceus, he missed the energy. Now he was tired and in desperate need of rest.
Pyro looked as though she was about to faint. The room became unbearably hot, so hot that the drink hadn't yet put down had evaporated. She glared at him as the wax of her crimson lipstick began to melt off, dripping like blood from her mouth.
"You fucking asshole!" She yelled before throwing her glass against the wall.
It shattered on contact. Much to both of their surprise, where the glass had hit cracks began to form. Pearl knew what was about happen: a cave-in. The blonde lazily dashed to the kid, untying and ripping the tape from his mouth. He picked him up in his arms, but as he stood he was greeted by the clicking of a gun.
"Don't move…" Pyro said, pointing a small gun at his head, "I said DON'T move…"
"Uh…this is the Pokémon universe…as in we don't use guns, we use Pokémon…" That fourth-wall-breaking joke came out unconsciously.
"Take a single step and I'll blow your brain in every direction," She held the gun firmly.
"Trust me, I don't not believe you…" Pearl slowly began to back away, hoping she wouldn't notice, "You don't have to kill anyone…"
She followed him, "Yeah I do; my daddy said that if I don't destroy a DexDefender by sundown, I ain't coming home."
"F-fine, just let me say one thing…"
"What?"
"Bye!" He blew a stream of fire at her, causing her to shoot blindly.
Much to his luck she had missed him as he made his way to the exit. He could smell fresh air from the other end of the cave. The sound of crashing echoed from where he was last and he did his best to out run the falling rocks that something as simple as a champagne glass caused. He saw light; the kind of light when you wake up in the morning and the sunlight drenches your face. More stone fell behind him as he jumped out into the soft grass.
He looked up. Police officers and bystanders started cheering, causing Pearl to smile and wave a little, slightly embarrassed. He carefully put the kid down, smiling at him.
"Hopefully I will never have to save you again, kid!" The blonde said and the boy turned around.
"Pearl!" He heard, his head snapping to the source.
Blue and Platinum were running in his direction, dressed as the DexDefenders to prevent some form of confusion. Blue was clearly there in case he started a fire, but Platinum…he wasn't sure. Pearl frowned, what if Platinum was mad…?
The boy looked astonished, "Oh my Arceus…you're Water Woman! Okay, okay...I'm, like, your biggest fan in the world!"
Blue looked down at him and smiled, "Really now?"
"Can I have your autograph?!"
"Wha…" Pearl moaned and slapped him forehead, "You got to be kidding me!"
"Pearl…?" Platinum looked down at him and held out her not bandaged hand.
He accepted it and stood up, shaking his head, "Missy, look…I'm really sorry about burning you; I didn't know and I was hot and dying and confused and I couldn't think straight so maybe if you could just-"
Pearl was cut off by a pair of lips on his cheek. His face turned red, again, as he stuttered out words that were unrecognizable.
Platinum smiled, "Enough said…apology accepted…"
And so she left him there speechless and in utter shock…
Somewhere Unknown and Absolutely Awesome…
Pyro crouched in front of a tall birch wood desk as a man sat in a chair, facing away from her.
"I'm disappointed in you, my dear," He said in a scratchy voice, "You've failed me."
"Please, father, I'll find them," She begged, looking at the floor, "Give me time, I'll-"
The man stood abruptly, "Enough!"
He turned to two epically shady figured in the corner, grinning and tapping his fingers against each other "I have a job for you two…hehehe"
Giritini: Okay, Posco, I think I learned my lesson.
Posco: That's O' All Mighty Goddess Posco to you!
Giritini: Okay "O' Mighty Goddess Posco" I think I learned my lesson…
Posco: Alright, you are no longer Giritini. Have a nice day. *Le poof*
Florp: See, I told you she'd change it back.
Dialga & Arceus: *Laughs even harder than before*
Palkia: Yeah! *Snort*
Florp: Wha-
Posco: I have a mosquito bite in a terrible place for a girl. My 'I' button is having trouble working. I'm five chapters behind. And I haven't been able to think straight all day! Ooh, even better, my cat just used the floor under my zebra chair as a bathroom!
…sniff…
Remember when I said created the phrase Urination Station…? I looked it up and someone came up with it before me! *Sniffle de honk*
Anyways, next time: Gold and Crystal find themselves in a situation meant for a sci-fi show. Or should I say Goldie and Christopher?
Check it out all my boys and girls!
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