Okay, I'm gonna put this for those who do not know: if you suspect a child has been kidnapped call 1-800-THE-LOST.
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Nintendo or any part of it. I once again want to give thanks to srgeman for allowing me to use Michael and Angela (Angel) from his story A Little Night Music.
Thanks to Lady of Darkfire, srgeman, and Notmyre Alname5 for the reviews!
Chapter 3
Susan and I went outside of her house, which happened to be in a tree. "Trees, Fortree, why didn't I see this?" I muttered.
Susan looked at me, picked me up, and carried me over a large bridge. More trees and a large platform were on the other side. I looked down, one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I'm scared to death of heights, and being up in a tree didn't help me any. Susan walked over to the other side like it was nothing. I was shaking like a spider. Susan saw this and held me close. "It's okay, Kiara, you'll be okay."
"I hope so." I muttered, only for it to come out as a loud "Vee!"
Susan smiled and took me down a large ladder. I felt more at ease on the ground. Susan put me on the ground and I shook myself off. Susan looked at me and smiled. She looked at a Pokeclothes store and grinned. She pulled out three dollars and dashed off. I couldn t run yet, and I was slowly starting to get hungry.
"Hey Angel, look what we have here!" A familiar voice cooed.
I turned around, startled. Another Eevee was following a boy, Michael. I knew him from Littleroot. He was devastated when a girl named Angela Duncan killed herself, and I was able to feel his pain.
"Who do you belong to?" Michael asked, reaching to pick me up.
"That's MY Eevee!" Susan's voice shouted.
Michael looked up at her as I turned around and looked at Susan. She was carrying a silver Pokecollar and a newspaper. She placed the newspaper on the ground and kneeled in front of me. "Here, I got you something to make you pretty!"
I glanced at the headline in the paper. Since I discovered I could read, I was shocked at the headline. "Man Accused of Murdering Twelve-year-old."
"What you looking at?" Angel asked.
I turned to face her. Her eyes glazed over, then a vision came to me. A girl had a rope in her hand and tied it around her ceiling fan. She was standing on a chair. She slipped the rope around her neck, but looked as if she didn't want to go through with whatever she was doing. As she went to get down, the chair fell from underneath her and she hung there.
The vision ended. Angel looked at me and gasped. "You're a human!"