Sparky: "Hiya! Pokemon belongs to Nintendo. The 'Oh sweet pineapples' phrase belongs to GlassSuicune. By the way Glass, where have ya been?"
Glass: "I've been sick..."
Sparky: runs away very quickly "Wah! GERMS!!!"
Glass: "What am I? A biohazard or something?" sneezes "Hmm..."
Chapter 8: Black Out! Kinda...
"...Why don't you go to the Colosseum? I've got more important things to worry about." a muscular man informed Mikhail and Mysty, who only responded with 'You're crazy, man!' stares. Regardless, they prepared to leave when they noticed a boy standing by a bookcase.
"Hey big people! I'm guarding this bookcase! There's NO secret hideout behind it!" the boy exclaimed. Mikhail and Mysty looked at each other and nodded. Mysty walked away and Mikhail engaged in meaningless conversation with the boy.
"Yeah, I bet there isn't anything behind the bookcase..." Mikhail humoured the kid, "And even if there was, I bet no one could get by you." Mysty continued moving books around, looking for a switch of some sort.
She accidentally knocked a book off a shelf and it landed with a thud.
"What was that sound?" the boy asked, turning his head in Mysty's direction, then was stopped by Mikhail. "Here's some Pokedollars. Why don't you go get yourself some ice cream?" Mikhail suggested. The boy took the money and ran out of the building with a huge grin on his face.
Mysty put the book back in its place and stared at Mikhail. "You are clever." she commented. Mikhail grinned smugly. "Found anything yet?" he asked. Mysty let out a toothy grin and pushed a button she had found. The bookcase slid to the left and they walked in, the man at the desk not noticing.
The secret 'hideout' was a small cave with some tables and electronics. Mysty walked up to a little girl nearby. "Oh hi big girl!" the girl exclaimed. A boy walked up to Mikhail and Mysty. "How did grown-ups get in here?" he asked, "Unauthorized personnel! NOT cool!"
"Be nice Secc!"
"Marcia, no one's allowed in here! This is our top secret headquarters!"
Mikhail and Mysty watched this with interest ( and don't ask why). "Hey, we'll leave if ya want." Mikhail told Secc. Mysty nodded. Secc responded by grabbing a nearby broom and swinging it at them. "Shoo!" he cried. Mikhail and Mysty ran out laughing their heads off.
"Duking, you can't allow that guy with the crazy hairdo to run the Colosseum!" a silver-haired boy probably about sixteen yelled to the man-at-the-desk ( Duking). "I know Silva... But my hands are tied." Duking replied.
"Argh! Something has to be done! And if you won't do anything, I will!"
The boy, Silva, ran out of the house. Mikhail and Mysty both blinked. They could hear Secc moaning and groaning while trying to move the bookcase back in place. They turned around to see him. "Unauthorized personnel! You shouldn't even know what the BOOKCASE looks like!" he cried.
Mysty then pressed the button on the bookcase, making it slide to the right. Secc began yapping at an unbelievable speed, "Don't tell anyone about this! Ya hear?! You saw NOTHING!" His yapping soon became muffled when the bookcase finally closed the entrance. With that, Mikhail and Mysty left.
The two Trainers then walked to the rusty Colosseum, ignoring the glares from the ruffians they had previously battled. Another clearly annoyed receptionist could be seen. "If you're here for registration, I highly recommend reading this." she said, pointing to a sign that said 'Registration is closed'.
Mikhail looked at Mysty. "Why even send us here if we can't register?" he asked, wondering what Duking's motives were. "It's called getting people who are bugging you to go away." Mysty replied. They then walked out.
Mikhail and Mysty were passing by the windmill when suddenly that door was thrown open and a man in a white lab coat stumbled out, obviously hurt. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?!" Mysty cried. "What happened?" Mikhail asked, trying to help the man up.
"Silva stole the gear... When he came in, I didn't expect him to do anything like this..." the man answered, trying hard to stand. The three then walked into the windmill, followed by Duking -who appeared out of nowhere.
"What's going on here?!" Duking demanded. One of the engineers walked up to him, "Silva stole the gear! Without it, the windmill can't power the Colosseum! And you can be assured all heck is gonna break loose soon!"
Duking turned to Mikhail. "Son, could you and your friend find Silva and get the gear back?" he asked. "Sure thing." Mikhail replied.
"Okay then. I've got my trust in you two, so please don't disappoint me."
"We won't."
"Then be on your way."
Mikhail and Mysty then ran out of the windmill. The injured scientist walked up to Duking. "Are we gonna find another way to power the Colosseum soon? This windmill's not really getting us anywhere..." he asked, "Too much maintenance..."
Mikhail and Mysty looked all over the town, but couldn't find Silva anywhere. They asked an old man if he saw the teen. "Oh, Silva ran out of town muttering something about a construction site..." he told them. 'Could that be the construction site we passed on our way here?' Mikhail thought, "Let's go Myst!"
They then jumped on Crazy Bike, with Mikhail praying it wouldn't take off at one-hundred-miles-per-hour. Dang, that's wishful thinking... "OH SWEET PINEAPPLES! THIS BIKE IS POSSESSED!" Mikhail screamed. Hey, at least they made it there in five minutes...
The construction workers were trying to figure out what a young man and woman would be doing in place like this. "Kids, mind telling us what you're doing?" one worker asked. "We're looking for a windmill gear." Mysty replied, making the man look at her funny.
"That ole thing? Some teenager dumped it over there."
"Thanks."
Mikhail and Mysty then walked to where the gear was, grabbed it, and got back on Crazy Bike -and yes, it took off at one-hundred-miles-per-hour again. After five minutes the Trainers made it back to Pyrite Town.
"This hurts a lot..." Mikhail muttered as he and Mysty tried to carry the gear to the windmill, catching numerous confused glances from the citizens. Once inside, the engineer took the gear and put it back in place. "There, now the people in the Colosseum won't clobber us." he snickered.
The scientist came rushing in all of a sudden, looking like Donkey Kong had pounded him into the ground. "The situation in the Colosseum was terrible. People were throwing food everywhere, fighting with each other, and since I work at the windmill, they decided to beat me up!" he cried, falling to the ground.
The engineer stared at him and said, "I stand corrected. They did get one of us." Duking walked up to Mikhail and Mysty, "Ignoring that little scene, everything's going smoothly." Mikhail and Mysty nodded, their eyes absolutely huge.
"Anyway, if it isn't a bother, will you do me a favour?" Duking asked. "What is it?" Mysty asked.
"When the current challenge is over, I need at least one of you to enter in the next challenge and find out just what's going on."
"We can do that."
"Thanks. The next challenge starts tomorrow."
Duking then walked out of the windmill. Mikhail and Mysty stood there, trying to figure out where they would stay tonight. The hotel didn't look very welcoming. "Heh, why don't we just camp outside?" Tory suggested, even though he was in his ball.
Mikhail and Mysty walked out to where Crazy Bike was, figuring it was the best idea. All the Pokemon -Mysterious ones included- were out of their balls and sitting near Mysty, watching Mikhail look through all the things he had packed in a small backpack.
Mikhail pulled out a refrigerator, a bookcase, a beach umbrella, a kitchen sink ( awkward!), a statue, basically anything but the camping supplies. "Aw c'mon! I know they're in here somewhere!" he cried. Mysty buried her face in her hands, trying to keep from laughing.
Maybe it was just her, but today was a very odd and eventful day.
Note: There's Chapter 8. Review please? Yes, I've been sick, which is why this is so late. I admit this chapter wasn't that great, but I didn't have really good inspiration for the stolen gear part of the story ( when I don't feel well writer's block tries to crush my brain a lot more then usual). Don't worry, the next chapter will be better, I promise. I'll try to update next week. To da loo!
