Chapter 2: Thunder and fire
Myra groaned as she awoke. Her vision was blurred for a moment before she could take it all in. Her wrists and ankles were tied together. Myra also felt something on her forehead. She assumed it was a blindfold that had come off on accident.
"Celia?" She said weakly, her voice hoarse.
"M-Myra! You're awake!" Celia cried.
Myra followed her sister's voice. She was in a cage on the opposite side of the room, her blindfold still covering her eyes.
"You alright?" Myra asked.
Celia nodded.
"Yeah, but I can't find V or Nikko anywhere. I hope they're okay. Did you see what they did to poor Umby? I don't want that to happen to them." She whimpered.
"First off, you can't see so yeah you obviously won't find them. And It won't happen to them," Myra said, grunting as she heaved herself into a sitting position. "I'm getting out of this then I'm helping you. After that we'll look for Nikko and Eevee-"
"V! For the last time, Myra his name's V!" Celia yelled.
Myra rolled her eyes, "Fine, we'll look for Nikko and 'V'. If we can't find them in this room though, then we're escaping without them."
"Myra! We can't just leave them-"
"It's either them or us, Celia." It stayed quiet for a moment as Myra struggled to get loose.
"Damn it, Celia this wouldn't have happened if you'd just gotten your trainer card when you were supposed to. We could be miles, maybe even regions away from these creeps if you just had the damn thing!" She grumbled.
Celia sniffled. Myra assumed that she was crying, but didn't care. This was her fault anyway.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't like it." She cried softly.
"Well do you think that I love telling stupid tourists the same damn information all day every day? Do you think that I love staying in Striaton smelling cigarette smoke all day every day? Do you think I like practically babysitting you? Well I don't! I can barely take care of myself and yet I still manage to keep a damn job and support your sorry ass!" Myra snapped.
Celia didn't respond. Myra continued to mutter stuff to herself as she struggled.
SNAP.
"Hell yeah! I got one." She smirked, moving her hands in their newfound freedom.
Myra then began to fiddle with her ankles, pulling the binds off with ease. With her hands and feet free, she turned her attention to the cage that trapped her. Knowing she couldn't just break the bars with her bare hands, Myra started to examine the area.
"Myra… are you out yet?" Celia whimpered.
"No, but I'm real close I'll tell you that. Celia, do me a favor and try to free your hands while I find a way out of this stupid thing." Myra muttered, her eyes scanning the area around the cage.
"O-okay." She replied, starting to struggle harder against her bindings.
Suddenly, the whole room lurched to the side, Myra's cage falling forward. She yelped in surprise as her face slammed into the cage bars.
"Huh?" She grunted when she realized that the cage hadn't fallen on top of Celia's.
Myra looked back and saw a thick cord that attached the cage to the wall. Her heart sped up when she heard a door open.
"They still kicking?" A voice asked.
"I'm checking now, Ten."
"Well hang on, I have to make this cheap hunk of junk fly straight. Can't have the boss angry at me for hurting a commander."
"You know, technically you're a commander too, stupid." The voice muttered.
"Yeah, yeah, the lowest ranking commander."
"You're still a commander."
"Whatever. Anyway…"
The room quickly jerked back to its original position.
"Oof!" Myra groaned as her body and cage was slammed back against the wall.
"Myra… are they coming?" Celia asked.
"Shut up!" Myra hushed, yanking her blindfold down just enough to make it look like she was still blind and tucking her now untied limbs away from sight.
She could only see the bottom half of their captor. It was obviously a woman. She had thin, lean legs with a tight blue jumpsuit stretched over her skin and wore neon yellow heels.
"Well, Nine, are they still there?"
"Of course they are! All you did was turn the damn plane a little, they're not going to get free just because of that." The woman scoffed.
Myra was tense until the woman entered the other room and shut the door that she'd come from. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you see them?" Celia asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper.
Although Celia couldn't see, Myra nodded. "Yeah, but only the bottom half of her. She had these ridiculous neon yellow heels and wore this ugly tight blue jumpsuit."
"That's not normal." Celia said.
"Yeah no duh." She muttered.
"You think that's who left the note? You know, the whole 'feel the thunder' thing?"
"Perhaps… I don't know, I mean obviously it was her and that other guy who left the note and you know, broke into our house and killed Gran's Umbreon, but-"
The door suddenly opened.
"Are you two already awake?" The woman muttered as she reentered the room.
Suppressing a gasp, Myra hastily yanked her blindfold back on and hid her arms and legs behind her.
"I knew I couldn't hit hard, but I really thought that a blow from good old Ten should've kept you out cold for a least a little longer." She frowned, tapping Myra's cage with long painted finger nails.
"I'm tougher than I look." Myra grunted, resisting the urge to punch the lady through the cage.
"Ah, but not tough enough to escape us." She laughed as she strode out.
A shrill noise rang in her ears after the lady started back to the door, it sounded almost like a dime dropping on concrete. Again Myra waited until she heard the door close before taking the blindfold off. She immediately looked in the door's direction, scanning the floor for what had made the noise.
"Did she drop anything?" Celia asked anxiously.
"Can you be quiet for more than five seconds?" Myra hissed.
"I-I'm sorry! I just… hearing you makes me believe that we're going to make it out and get back home."
Guilt flooded Myra's conscious, but she had more important things to worry about.
"A-and I promise that I'll try extra hard and get my trainers' card when we get back." Celia promised.
"Celia, you do know that we might not get home, don't you?"
"No. We will, as long as you don't give up I know we'll get home soon."
"Damn it… I don't see what she dropped." Myra grumbled, tuning her sister out for the time being.
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Celia's POV
She wished her sister would be more sympathetic towards her. More importantly, Celia wished she could see so she could look for V. Myra may be willing to leave Nikko to save herself, but she wasn't about to leave V behind with those people.
Her arms throbbed with effort as she continued to struggle against the bindings. Fed up with struggling, she stopped.
Arceus… if you're listening, please help me… Celia pleaded.
She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. The sound of shattering glass filled her ears, followed by blaring sirens and shouting from the other room.
"Myra, what's going on?" Celia asked.
"I don't-"
Suddenly the room lurched to the side again. Celia gasped as she was flung against the wall again. She tried her best to prop herself against the back of the cage only to make herself more uncomfortable.
"Myra-"
The room gave another tremor and began to get really hot.
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Myra's POV
The room gave another violent shake, forcing more strain on the cord that strapped her cage to the wall. She began sweating.
Am I really that nervous? Or is it just really hot now? Myra wondered as she felt the temperature increase.
Yeah it's just that hot. She decided as she pushed away from the bars of her cage.
Myra looked behind her to see the walls melting, the thick cord that held her cage steady seemed to be faltering as well. A smile formed on her face. She started pushing hard against the now hot bars, ignoring the intense heat in an attempt to break the cord. The room turned even more, causing Myra's cage to hang like a bird cage, the cord making a metallic noise as it continued to weaken.
"Myra, what's happening?" Celia asked, her voice quivering.
"How the hell would I know?" Myra replied.
Celia didn't respond.
"Come on… break already." She muttered, pushing harder on the bars with her hands.
A loud creaking noise filled the air, quickly followed by a snap. Myra's cage fell forward and landed atop Celia's, the impact causing the door to spring open. The cage slid off Celia's and fell to the side of the metal room with a clang. Slightly dazed, Myra climbed out of her cage and stumbled towards Celia's.
"I'm out." She mumbled, fiddling with her sister's lock.
"Y-you did? That's great! Now help me."
"On it." Myra could only touch the metal for a few seconds at a time, as the cage was getting too hot to touch.
"Ow!" Celia cried, having to roll back and forth along the steaming cage bars to avoid being burnt.
"Hang on, I've nearly got it… the things practically melting off. Just hang tight a little longer." She promised, resorting to pulling her sleeve of her sweatshirt over her hand and smacking at the lock.
"Why is it so hot?" Myra asked, knowing she wouldn't have an answer.
Celia was crying now, her skin looking slightly charred.
"Damn it! Just break already!" Myra shouted, slapping the lock as hard as she could.
It finally flung off, melting even faster on the blazing floor. Without hesitation, Myra pulled the door of her sister's cage open and pulled her out, tugging at the ropes that restrained her. She felt fatigued and weak from the intense heat, but managed to free her hands with little difficulty. Wiping her tears away, Celia started yanking the ropes that were wrapped around her feet off. Once she was free, the fourteen year old quickly got to her feet, brushing strands of her honey-colored hair out of her reddened face.
"Alright, now let's find the Pokémon and GET OUT." Myra said.
Celia nodded, wordlessly searching the room. Myra spied a large tarp near the corner of the back of the room. She tugged at the ends until she was able to pry it off.
"What the… motorcycles?"
Celia came to her side, staring at the bikes. "They say 'police' on them. Did the police kidnap us?" She asked.
"No. The police don't wear ugly jumpsuits. I'd say that these are stolen motorcycles." Myra said, staring at them for a moment more before looking for Nikko and V again.
"Maybe they're near the door?" Celia offered.
"But won't those two come out and just knock us out again? You know, if they find out we got out?" Myra asked.
"I'm willing to take the risk for V." Celia declared, carefully stepping over the objects strapped to the wall.
"Celia, stop being stupid! They probably aren't over there-"
"Found them!" Celia smirked, pulling a brown leather strap with two pokeballs strung across it off of a rack near the door.
"Don't let them out," Myra warned. "It'll be too hot for them to stand on this."
Celia nodded and made her way back to Myra, handing her Nikko's poke ball.
"Thanks." Myra muttered, staring at the back of the room.
"Is this… a cargo plane or something? Look, the back, it must open. There's a latch smack in the middle, don't you see it?" She asked, pointing at the back wall.
Celia squinted her eyes. "Oh yeah… but there's no way I'm touching that, it must be so hot by now…"
"I'll do it." Myra sighed, climbing over the motorcycles and pulling a sleeve over her right hand.
"Myra, will we have to jump?"
Myra nodded.
"You know, maybe these people aren't that bad… I think we should just stay put…" Celia said, giving a nervous laugh.
"Nope. We're jumping, end of story." Myra said sternly as she reached the back of the room.
"Okay, I don't think we're in a submarine or on a boat, so I'm going to open this." Myra flicked the hook from its holder, giving the doors a shove.
The opened with little resistance, frigid air blasting into the hot room, knocking Myra back on top of a motorcycle.
"Myra! You alright?" Celia asked, her voice barely audible over the wind.
"Yeah, now get over here," she said, looking down. "It's all water down there, we can send Nikko down first then jump down after him!"
"Okay!" Celia yelled, shaking as she made her way to Myra.
"What! No, Ten they escaped!" A voice yelled.
Myra looked back to see the woman. She now saw the top half of her: she had short, curled blond hair, had a blue and white lightning bolt painted over her right eye, and wore neon yellow gloves.
"Ten-"
"I can't put the plane on autopilot or else Entei's going to take us down!" The man shouted.
"Well, keep it sideways otherwise I'm done for." She muttered, stepping over the clutter to get to Myra and Celia.
"Entei…" Celia gaped, staring at the open door until Myra grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her towards the open door.
"Nikko, catch us when we jumps, okay?" She said to the poke ball before releasing the Lapras out the door.
Nikko let out a determined cry as he flew down towards the body of water. Myra shoved Nikko's poke ball in Celia's hands before positioning her in front of the door.
"M-Myra! Please don't make me jump!"
"We have to-"
"Don't you dare!" The lady screeched, grabbing Myra's hood and pulling her back.
Myra responded by pushing Celia out of the plane.
"MYRA!" Celia screamed as she fell towards the water.
She gritted her teeth, whirling around and back fisting the woman's jaw. The woman recoiled, letting go of Myra and holding her jaw.
"You bitch!" She yelled, glaring at Myra.
Myra ran back to jump too, but they weren't over water anymore.
"What? No…"
The woman grabbed Myra again, grappling with her until the plane jerked back to its original position.
Both fell against the cooling steel floor.
"Damn you, Ten! I told you not to do that!" She shouted.
"Well it got rid of the Entei!" The man yelled back.
"Shut up and help me!"
"Can't, the heat's messed with the controls, and the damn wind's blasting in my face!"
"And you wonder why you're the lowest ranking commander!"
Myra took to opportunity to land another punch. She grinned when she heard the lady's jaw click.
"Fuck that hurts!" She howled, falling back again and holding her jaw.
Myra hurried back towards the open door and stared down again. Still no water, just a forest.
"Oh no you don't, you little shit!" She shouted again, tackling Myra to the ground, the sixteen year old girl's head half out the doors.
"You're the one who kidnapped me and you're calling me the shit?" Myra spat, trying her best to roll back into the aircraft.
"Nine!"
"What?!"
"There's a big storm up ahead and I don't know if this hunk of junk can handle another blow!"
"Well then change courses!"
"I already had to when Entei attacked, and the boss is going to be pissed if we take much longer!"
"Well too fucking bad! Just take the damn detour!"
"No-"
Thunder clapped, interrupting the two. The woman looked back at Myra, her eyes wild with fury.
"Look what you've done!"
Myra's eyes widened when the woman formed a fist. She shoved the lady off of her with all the strength she had, grinning as her captor slammed into Myra's former cage. With her heart pounding, she took one look at the open door, then another at the motorcycles. Myra rushed towards the bikes, standing one up and mounting it. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the keys on the handlebars. Myra quickly turned the bike on, squeezing the handles as hard as she could.
The woman's eyes widened. "No!"
She got up and ran at Myra only to be sprayed with exhaust.
Myra drove the bike out of the open doors.
Gosh… sorry guys, I feel like I didn't do a great job on this chapter, I had to rewrite parts of this several times… so you know, sorry!