Okay!
So I'm moving on to the next chapter of my newly created fanfic.
I reread my last chapter several times and it actually made me cringe a little.
Once more, I apologize for all the errors I made in the last chapter.
Also, I do understand that it was a little rushed too so I'll do my best to fix that too.
Oh, and to JustinThePokemonMaster and Shadow Rosealine:
Wow, thanks a lot! I'm glad you enjoyed it ^-^
Alright!
I'm really confident in my writing skills right now, so I'm going to give it another go with chapter 2.
Please be patient out there with me and review ^-^!
Disclaimer:*
I do not own pokemon but I do own several cards c:
Chapter 2
"Please brace for impact."
Paul quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and moved from his seat right next to the window to the seat closest to the aisle. He hastily buckled himself to the second seat and attempted to tuck himself into a ball. If the glass broke or if anything fell on him than at least his internal organs would be safe.
'Good thinking.' The violet haired boy praised himself mentally.
Panicked screams from the other passengers began to irritate him. Paul knew that the situation was scary, but screaming wasn't going to help anyone. The plane was beginning to lose altitude and Paul could feel it dropping. What would he do if he died? Surely Reggie, being his only family, would mourn for ages.
No.
He couldn't do that to Reggie. Not when they had already lost their parents.
Tilting. Tilting.
It was terrifying. The way the horrifying shrieks of the other people onboard rose as the aircraft plummeted from the sky. Paul hoped that luck was on their side. If they landed in water, at least the plane wouldn't explode.
His eyes peeked out from where his arms covered his head. The boy with the scarf and the red hat, the one who sat next to Dawn, had his arm protectively around her.
Paul could feel his blood boiling.
Even in a situation like this, he was aggravated with the way the two were so close. But why should he be angry? He thought about it for a couple seconds. The tough trainer knew perfectly well that the girl was not 'his'. And Paul knew that he had absolutely no right to be angry over an acquaintance of his.
This feeling was absolutely foreign to him.
Reggie had tried to explain this stuff to him before, but of course he didn't listen. He never listened to what Reggie had to say. His head began to hurt a little, it felt foggy and a bit strange.
It felt hot. The inside of the plane was incredibly hot. He waited and waited for the plane to crash, seconds seemed like hours. Paul decided to block out the screams of terror filling the airliner with his MP3 player. The music was soothing and it relaxed him as he continued to stand by.
Clenching his fists, he pulled his arms closer to his body. His eyes that flickered around the area where he was sitting caught sight of Gary and Leaf. Gary was trying to throw himself over Leaf to 'protect' her, however the girl simply shoved him in the chest away.
Paul let out a small laugh. In a moment where we're all falling helplessly to our potential death, they're still acting the same as usual. Great. Because of Reggie's stupid idea to send him on a 'vacation' he was now skyrocketing to his death. Everything was Reggie's fault. All Reggie's. If he had just stayed out of his business then this wouldn't be happening. His pokemon were used to hard, strict training. What was different this time?
He closed his eyes, Reggie always believed in fate and destiny.
Such things were pathetic and useless to Paul.
"Hard work is the only thing that will ever get you anywhere." Is what Paul would normally say.
However since there is nothing he can do as the seconds before crashing pass by, he might as well leave it up to fate to decide what happens.
"If we don't survive this, April, I want you to know I'm sorry for everything I've ever said and done to you."
Drew reached over and hugged his long-time rival. Her body shifted and leaned into him as the aircraft descended from the clouds at a high speed.
"Do you really mean that, you grass-headed bastard?" May sniffed, crying in fear.
"Yes, and I want you to know something." He shouted over the screams so she could hear him better.
"What?"
"I really hate you."
Drew felt her tighten her grip around him.
"I hate you more."
It was burning up in the plane and the fact that they were practically sharing body heat through their hug didn't help.
"Let go of me." May suddenly looked up at him with soft eyes.
"Why?!" The chartreuse haired boy stared at her with slightly panicked eyes.
"Because I don't want to die in the arms of a cocky, arrogant, moronic, grass-headed bastard."
As he let go, Drew swore he saw her grin.
It crashed.
It burned.
Unfortunately, it did not plunge into the ocean.
But his music was still playing.
Paul's eyes snapped open at the sound.
Was it real?
Was he alive?
What about the others?
He frantically looked around, but what he saw was definitely not pretty. It was gruesome and horrifying, even for him. Bodies, bloodied and burnt were everywhere. Slowly, his eyes could make out disgusting shapes and forms of slumped passengers. A gross taste flew to his mouth. Paul felt like throwing up then and there, but he knew it wasn't the time to.
How could he be alive?
It was horrible.
This is horrible.
How could he be alive when so many others around him were dead?
This air is disgusting.
It reeks of dreams crushed by the incident.
Hope shattered on the spot because of this crash.
Everything that was once precious to these people, gone.
The purple haired boy tried to stand up, but his legs were asleep. He grunted and forced himself to move, although it felt very unpleasant. The flaming inside of the plane was getting hotter by the second and he would die if he didn't escape quickly. Paul managed to open up his window wide enough for him to exit. Slinging his bag across his shoulder, he moved to escape.
But something was holding him back. He tossed his bag out the window and approached Dawn. His right hand felt along her wrist for a pulse while the left checked for the boy with the scarf's. As much as he didn't want to save the boy, he knew he would regret not trying if he didn't.
Their pulses were actually in check, although both were unconscious. Now the only question was, 'how to get them both out'. Both must be pretty heavy and he had no extra support. If he didn't hurry, it would be too late to save anyone else who had survived. Suddenly, a tap was felt on his shoulder.
Paul spun around, heart racing he was about to have a panic-attack. Until a voice calmed him a little, "Need some help?"
A man stood right behind him, his pitch black hair and face greasy looking from the heat of the fire. He grunted a 'yes', before picking up Dawn while the other man with the lightly singed face grabbed ahold of the boy. Dawn felt surprisingly light, not feather-light, but fairly easy to lift up. Once they were out the window, the man had Paul prop them both up under a tree nearby.
"Thank you." Paul muttered before following the man into the plane again.
"I'm Red." The man replied before picking up a fairly large bag which lay untouched by the fire. Red hauled the bag out the window while Paul checked pulses of both May and Drew. He could definitely feel the pulse of Drew, but he wasn't so sure about May, or as he liked to call her, Bandana Girl.
"Nnh" Paul's eyes flickered upward towards Drew who was beginning to stir. He roughly grabbed Drew by the shoulders and shook him violently.
"Wake the fuck up!"
"Ehh?" Drew sat up a little. "What the hell, man? Stop that, I already feel shitty enough." He groaned.
"I said, get the fuck up, damn it!" His eyes peered at Drew closely before delivering a hard smack to the side of his face.
Paul put his ear to May's chest, searching for any signs of life.
She was breathing. Which was definitely a relief to Paul.
"Get up, and follow me." He hissed at the green haired boy, slinging May over his shoulder.
Quickly, Paul made his way over to the seats behind where he sat. Where Ash and Misty were supposed to be.
But they weren't there.
"What the-"
"They're outside."
The violet haired teen turned around to look at Red helping a barely conscious Drew out the window. When he caught sight of Red again, Paul noticed that the older man looked a little bit like that Ash kid. Raven black hair, a red cap, and a vest. Wasn't this a little coincidental?
Crackle.
The fire was getting bigger, eating away at the plane. It snapped Paul out of his current thoughts about Red. Now was not the time to think about that. With May still in his grasp, he jabbed a finger into Gary's side. Slow rising and falling of the boy's chest reassured Paul. But he wasn't sure if he was conscious or not. It was a bit of work, but he managed to drag both May and Gary out of the Plane through the window.
He was breathing heavily, the weight of the two tired him out. Which surprised him because he hardly ever became fatigued.
"Hey." A friendly voice coughed as he dropped May and Gary down onto the ground. Paul whipped around in the direction of the voice.
It was Ash.
"I never properly introduced myself, but I'm Ash Ketchum." The kid smiled at me, tilting his slightly burned red cap upwards with a hand.
"Paul.." It amazed Paul that this kid was one of the first people, aside from him, to wake up fully conscious. After all, this kid seemed slightly loud and obnoxious.
A small thump startled him out of his thoughts.
"I think that's the last one, the fire blocks off most of it." Red gently placed the Leaf girl onto the ground beside Gary. He looked back at the burning hunk of metal that was once referred to as a plane.
Paul's gaze flickered back to Dawn, who was laying unconscious against the tree with Scarf Boy, May, Drew, and Misty. This couldn't be real, it seemed too unbelievable. His mind refused to allow him to think it was real. Yet his eyes told him otherwise. Even with the other two talking right in front of him, he still found a way to space out.
Disturbing.
Horrifying.
Revolting.
"We should probably start making a camp." The man looked up at Ash and Paul.
"What about the emergency supplies?" Paul inquired.
"Probably all destroyed."
"When can we eat, I'm starving?"
Both turned to stare at Ash.
A scowl spread across the lavender haired boy's face.
"How could you think of eating at a time like this?! There are people passed out on the fucking ground over there! Burning corpses in that flaming piece of shit over there! And we hardly have any god damn supplies to work with!" Paul burst with rage and frustration. His eyes were bloodshot from the smoke, making him look even scarier than he usually looks when he's mad.
Ash lowered his head and muttered an apology while scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
"Now, now, let's all settle down. First thing's first, getting organized." Red calmly spoke, gathering up some dead leaves and sticks from the ground. He dropped them in a pile before looking up again.
"We can set things up later, but for now, go gather supplies."
Paul nodded and began to walk off.
"Wait a moment!" Red shouted.
He looked and gave Red a skeptical look in response.
"Just, stay close to the area and don't get lost." The man reminded.
A nod confirmed Paul's understanding before he walked down the beach, looking for sharp rocks or anything he deemed edible.
"Let's get this over with.."
Chapter 2 of my lovely noobie fanfic is finally finished!
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I'd like to know whether or not this chapter was better than the last!
Point out spelling errors, grammatical errors, anything that will help make this story better.
Thanks again!
~Bear