A Force Of Nature
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"Speech"
Telepathy/Thoughts"Phone Speech"
CHAPTER 4
Will scratched the back of his head, incredibly annoyed. He tilted his head to the side and tried to imagine what would happen if they stole the mattress from another room, a single bed. But it wouldn't have fit in the room. Sighing, Will shook his head and lay down at the bottom of the bed. "Guess I'll be sleeping on the floor tonight." He rolled over and pressed up against the side. Psyche was already lying down, the duvet resting on her in such a position that Will had a clear view of her head and upper body. He quickly ducked his head under and curled up in order to keep most of his body heat in. With a loud yawn, Will felt himself drift into unconsciousness…
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The world drifted slowly, purple lights twinkling in the moonlight. There was a purple thing, drifting towards him. Will felt himself propelled gently towards it, everything sluggish and slow. As he collided with the blob, a face broke out, smiling kindly. It didn't say anything, but a thin tendril reached out, sinuous purple skin sparkling in the light. It tapped him lightly on the forehead. Will heard a voice echoing around him. "My Gift, To You…" It seemed to say and as Will stayed there, suspended in the strange sky, the world around him sped up, the lights blurring until they grew black and there was some thing, with a giant gaping maw, eagerly begging for him to enter. Will tried to twist, to break from the things icy psychological grip, but to no avail. He slid into the thing, and the lights died.
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With a gasp, Will sat up straight, in a single moment noticing that he was not drenched in sweat, and that he was in fact in the same bed as Psyche. With an intake of breath and a blush, he slid out and padded quietly over to the door. With a gentle twist of the handle and pull, the door opened noiselessly, revealing a jumble of trainers, all sorts of experience levels, with several different kinds of Poke Ball clutched in fists. With shocked yells that immediately woke Psyche from her slumber, the boys, girls, men and women awoke. Stumbling around woozily, as one, they let out a yell of:
"I challenge you to a Pokémon battle!" The underlay of voices revealed that not only were there young children of ten, but also older people of around thirty. Visibly, Will the Gallade sagged. This was before he heard Psyche behind him, at which point he flopped to the floor. He heard an angry growl as he lay there with his eyes firmly shut, followed by a myriad of confused mutters, which escalated into terrified screams. At these, Will leapt up with his eyes snapping open.
"What the Arceus was that?" He asked in astonishment. Psyche smiled smugly. Never mind. Suffice to say they won't bother us for a while.
With a confused and tentative shrug, he walked through the corridor and into the main room of the Poke Centre. On a sofa over on the other side of the room sat the boy from before, with a name that had something to do with fire… Ash? Soot? That was it, Soot. He glanced around, making sure that there were no Trainers around, before making his way over to Soot and his Pikachu, Psyche floating gracefully behind him. Soot glanced up at him from the book he was reading and grinned at them. Will managed to get a look at the title of it before Soot hurriedly stuffed in his backpack. War and Peace was all he saw, before Soot zipped up the bag.
"Don't tell Dawn, alright?" He asked. "You remember me, yeah? Ash?" Will nodded quickly, judging it best that he not tell Ash about the confusion of his name. "So, anyway, thanks for yesterday…" He said politely, with only a bit of mental encouragement from Psyche. Of course, all Ash heard was 'Gallade, Gal-gal Ade…' The brow of the 13 year old boy furrowed. He scratched the back of his head anxiously and laughed. "Sorry, I uh, don't understand." With a roll of her eyes, Psyche contacted him mentally. Just connect with him mentally, for Dialga's sake. Will ignored her irritably, but did as she said. What I meant was, uh, thanks for yesterday and all. Ash frowned, a look on his face that said quite clearly: Did your mind just mentally contact mine?
Grimly, Will nodded. That was, he was looking grim, until two people burst in, a boy and a girl. The boy was heavily tanned with spiky black hair and the girl was pale, purple hair bursting down from her beanie hat. Will's Galladian instincts kicked in and he burst into action, elbows doubling in size and hands fisting. The two people skidded to a stop. However, the boy danced over the razor sharp blade and clasped Nurse Joy's hand, eyes shining brightly. He started spouting off some melodramatic romance poetry. Only until, however, he was stopped by a Croagunk, that had jammed its glowing purple finger into his rear. The Croagunk them proceeded to drag him out of the Poke Centre and towards the Day Care Centre. Will shook his head. Too crazy, too fast.
"Eh heh heh heh, ummm…" Ash said carefully. "This is Dawn, and the pervert who just got dragged off by a sarcastic Croagunk is Brock." Will nodded quietly, trying to avoid the eyes of an ogling Dawn, who was examining a Pokedex. Ash nudged her and she looked up, blushing. "Uh, yeah, I'm Dawn, and this is Piplup!" She said once her manners had kicked in. "And I just have to say, you two are so cute, it's unbelievable! Are you like, together or something?" Will coughed in self-conscious exasperation. NO! Nothing like that. She was just my Pokémon before I became a Gallade… Oh, damn. He had definitely not meant to say that. And by the looks Ash and Dawn were giving him, they had heard loud and clear.
With a nervous glance at Psyche, Will started edging nervously away, spouting mental excuses. But he could easily see the Poke Ball Dawn was drawing from her belt. Will frowned and elongated his elbows, preparing himself for a battle.
Okay, review and all that. Please. For the children…Peace Out,
L.N.