"Abra, are you alright?"
Julia frantically checked her Abra for any bruises from the fall. The Abra was still fast asleep, but it looked worried. It was sensing the heat of the desert that they had landed in, and the wreckage of the front of the ship. The Abra was recreating the scene in its head. The sun was blistering hot, and a few other people were sprawled out, either exhausted or knocked out. Pieces of twisted metal dotted the sand, and bags, suitcases, and other belongings. About twelve feet from the ship was a Pokéball.
“ Use Calm Mind. Everything is ok.”
Abra obeyed, and its face relaxed a bit. Abra levitated itself on top of Julia’s head.
“But I really have no idea where we are. Dach said that when we got to the hideout, he’d be there.”
Abra sighed, and started to glow. Julia started to glow as well. She closed her eyes. visions of the desert poured into her mind as the vision led her over dunes, rows of seemingly endless dunes. Finally, in the middle of the desert was a huge, grimy building, with waste pouring out into a huge lake of toxic waste.
“So it’s about ten miles away,” Julia said. “Let’s make our way.”
…
Champ struggled to get up from the hot deck. His clothes were covered in sand. The top of the ship, the deck, was not damaged at all.
His bones ached, and bruises covered his body. His face was chaffing from the sand, and the heat was giving him a headache.
“Where am I? And where’s everyone else?”
Champ braced himself against the bent railing as he struggled to stand. He could only walk at a slow pace. He slowly made his way to the corridors, the heat beating on him, making him thirsty. His bag sagged on his shoulders and down to his legs, dragging him. It resisted his efforts, and made the job much more difficult. Sand blew in his eyes. He finally dropped his bag and started to walk better toward the door.
The corridors were untouched, with only plants knocked over, and a few tables. Champ managed to get to his room, where there was a note on the door. Champ uncrumpled it and read.
“Champ,
We went to Phenac City looking for help. We couldn’t find you in the sandstorm. We’ll send people to help out the survivors. Please be careful with Treecko!
We took Machop and our bags. Leave the suitcases and wait for us on the ship. Sorry we couldn’t wait for you, we wanted to find help. Please come to Phenac if you must. But try to stay cool, and check the refridgerater for drinks.
Mom and Dad”
Champ pushed the door open and walked through the cabin to the fridge. He took all of the bottled water he could carry, and headed back to the deck.
There was nothing to do. He had to find Treecko. He couldn’t just leave it there, wherever it was. Treecko liked the fresh, now hot, air and wide open space. Not being a red ball of energy trapped in a tiny ball. Now was the time to actually forget what had been going on lately. Now was the time to find Treecko.
…
Meanwhile... with Dach...
"Boss, boss," called the scientist in the lab coat. He stood in the doorway, gazing in awe as he watched Dach actually sleep. He had never seen him as calm and peaceful as he was now. He even looked relieved of stress. How could this have happened? "Wake up. There's something important you need to know."
"Huh? Oh, it's you."
That's it? "Oh it's you"? Not "GET OUT NOW"? What's wrong with the boss? It seems that he is starting to become normal, as if...
The scientist stopped thinking and tried to take advantage of Dach's good mood, seeing that he might not have another outburst like he did a few hours ago. He cleared his throat and stepped closer to Dach, who was still half asleep. He didn't seem to care.
"So, what's the latest on the ship?" Dach asked. He was smiling. Smiling. Not an evil smile, but just a casual smile. He hadn’t smiled like that in months, probably years. Twenty years. It had been so long that his smile looked lopsided. But the smile faded, and his usual dull face overrode it. For those two seconds, he looked almost happy, pleased even. The scientist knew that it had nothing to do with anyone here, he wasn’t smiling at anyone. He must have been having a dream that was making him happy, but now he realized that he wasn’t there anymore.
"Well, the ship arrived in Hoenn," the scientist started, hoping that his boss would stay calm. "However, Lugia broke out of its Anger mode and dropped the ship in the desert. We don't think that any people are still on the ship; most of them evacuated, or were tossed into the water. The Pokémon stash should still be locked up in storage though."
The scientist closed his eyes, waiting for an explosion. But it didn’t come. Miraculously, Dach didn’t yell, or throw things. He just calmly asked,
"What about Lugia?"
The scientist was enjoying being able to have a conversation without outbursts. He continued.
"Well, our Anger Releaser ray wasn’t strong enough to keep Lugia under control for enough time to make operations. So we are perfecting it, and Lugia is in the containment chamber. It really wants to get out."
"Ok, so now you should go work on that Releaser Ray. Notify the grunts to go and ship those Pokémon back to the hideout." Dach ordered calmly. With a dismissing wave of Dach's hand, the scientist left.
Things were going by plan. Dach smiled.
The "evil villian" started walking through the dark and grimy hallway, across from his room. At full height, he was about six feet tall. His boots splashed the water as he walked.
I wonder when this place will actually start looking like something? Dach thought, brushing off some grime from his shirt. He passed many other rooms, with either researchers or field members inside. He thought about all of the control he had over them. All of his power. Had it been in vain? An overreaction? Had he bit off more than he could chew with capturing Lugia? Forcing the poor creature to fight against what it protected? Shouldn't he have just quit after he had started his raging attack? But no, the power manipulated him, instead of him manipulating the power. Dach was a monster, now misunderstood. He remembered the saying, "it takes an extremely long time to build up a reputation, but to destroy it, it could take a minute", and knew it was coming true. That second when the bullies pushed him down the mountain. When he had met Snorunt. He found that he was good at building a team, and a reputation. But he also found that when you turn down the evil path, even for a little while, it is nearly impossible to turn back. Not on his own, anyway.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
What a year
Its already 2008, and 2007 was a huge year. Vacations, friends, huge Christmas gifts, everything. I've been to many new places such as Punta Cana and others, and hung out with my friend E-man. I have to go back to school soon on the 3rd, and I'm kinda annoyed because most other people go back to school on the 7th. I will publish more chapters on my fanfic, also maybe a new fanfic. Comics are kinds out of the question at the time being, but I'll keep trying.
Chapter 3: The Night Worsens
Two black helicopters wove through the night sky over the seemingly endless ocean, little red circles of light leading the way in front of them, sweeping the ocean surface. The red headlights guided the helicopters as their altitude started to decline. The helicopters split the air in two as they started to pick up speed, hurrying towards their destination. The helicopters suddenly were cut off from all moonlight as a huge shadow lumbered over them, flying at about the same pace.
Inside the helicopter, a man looked into his cameras on the dashboard. The jumble of wires, switches, and buttons that were the controls seemed easy to manage to the pilot. He knew which switch did which operation. He smiled as he picked up his radio.
“It’s here, Kim. It seems to be getting out of our control.”
“Should I send another wave?” the other line answered. The pilot looked at a radar screen depicting the monster. He studied the bird-like monster, with its long, semi-thin wings and its strong legs. Its neck extended to reveal a small head, with a purple mask.
“You may fire when ready.” replied the man, smiling. The helicopter parallel to his pulled up, swooping upwards at a ninety degree angle, and flew up on top of the flying monster. The woman grabbed a joystick and opened a lock-on target screen. The system locked on, a red box on the monster’s head. The woman referred to as “Kim” pushed a button on the joystick, and the helicopter’s front popped open, revealing a laser-like turret. The turret shot out a wave of red energy, striking the creature in the head.
It roared as the waves seeped into its brain, and its eyes went red, glowing. It roared and flew side to side, out of control. It flew down towards the ocean, spiraling out of control. The monster was dive-bombing into the ocean! It closed its eyes, waiting for impact. Suddenly, it regained control of itself, and its eyes opened. It curved upwards, and flew up, creating huge waves. The monster was flying right in front of the helicopters.
About a mile ahead of the helicopters and monster, the ship kept pushing forward, slicing through the ocean waves as if they were made of softened butter. The smoke billowed into the air. The monster went straight for it. It opened its mouth and a huge ball of purple energy formed inside. It jerked its head back, ready to shoot out the attack.
Champ looked sadly at the Pokéball holding Treecko inside. He started to think suspiciously as he looked out at the ocean, blackish blue in the night. He couldn’t stay in the room anymore.
“What was going on? Treecko had been acting strangely lately,” he thought. “Could it be the fact that it was leaving home? Could it be nervous about Orre? Why has my true friend gone aggressive?”
Champ was near tears. A Treecko, who once sucked poison out of his system, now was not listening to him. It had even attacked Machop for no reason! Even when they’re in a “fight”, they never actually fought. It had been a rough day for him- losing to an Abra, and then having Treecko go aggressive.
Champ sat down on a bench and tried to fight the tears. Soon it turned to anger. Who is responsible for this?! Why would someone do such a thing?! It wasn’t the leaving home that made Treecko angry! It had to be someone’s doing!
Champ clenched his fists. He would find out who was behind this, and he would make them pay. They would pay the price. But still, inside he knew somehow that it wasn’t true, but he fought it off.
The monster jerked its head forward, releasing a beam of purple energy toward the boat. The attack lit up the night sky and the beam was heading straight toward the boat. Miraculously, the attack missed and blasted the water, causing a huge spray of seawater to soak the deck of the boat. The explosion rocked the boat, but didn’t do any further damage.
Soaked. Just great. Just perfect. What a night! Can it get any worse?! Champ stared at the source of the attacker. The monster roared, and headed straight for him. Champ shuddered at the size of the monster. It roared again as it charged another beam attack, the light reflecting in Champ’s glasses. Champ made a run toward the nearest entrance to the corridors. The Pokeball containing Treecko slipped off of his belt and started rolling toward the side of the boat. Treecko was lost!
Champ stared down at the tiny Pokeball floating in the waves. He had lost his Treecko. His only friend. Gone. Champ knew something bad would happen. He just didn’t expect something this bad.
The monster shot out another beam and a brilliant blast of light blinded Champ. The boat was hit, and a deafening “BOOM” nearly knocked Champ over. The side of the boat exploded and purple light spread everywhere. Screams of people trying to run away died out in the darkness of the sea as they were helplessly flung into the ocean. Pieces of debris flew onto the deck, damaging the floor. Champ dodged a twisted piece of metal and avoided another sharp piece of glass. He ran toward the deck to find that Treecko was gone.
No. No. NO! This is all wrong. All wrong. Why? Why did Pokéballs have to sink? Why couldn’t they float? Stupid monster. Stupid Orre. Stupid Gateon Port. Stupid Coliseum. Agh! Why is this happening? Why am I being torn apart, chunks at a time?
Another blast of light. Another deafening blast. Another crowd of screams. Another lurching of the boat. Now sinking. Champ didn’t care anymore. He had nothing now, his only friend gone. Nothing to live for. He couldn’t be a trainer without a Pokemon. He couldn’t own a Pokemon that wasn’t this particular Treecko. He didn’t like any other Pokemon. Not the Abra, not the Machop, not even the Houndour in his book. He could become a scientist, but he had promised that he wouldn’t get anything accomplished without his Treecko.
This time, the boat was suspended. It wasn’t moving. The boat was glowing purple.
“Wah!” Champ yelled, falling down next to the edge of the boat. The boat rising up was enough to send more things toppling.
The wave! It was carrying Treecko’s Pokeball in it! Maybe it could float! The wave was suspended too. The Pokeball lifted out of the wave and stood still, suspended mere inches from Champ’s grasp. The ship rose further, as the now glowing purple monster carried it with its telekinetic power. The monster was a Psychic! Champ thought as he looked at the monster. Lugia.
The whole ship started moving. Fast. If he could just reach the Pokeball…
WHAM!
Inside the helicopter, a man looked into his cameras on the dashboard. The jumble of wires, switches, and buttons that were the controls seemed easy to manage to the pilot. He knew which switch did which operation. He smiled as he picked up his radio.
“It’s here, Kim. It seems to be getting out of our control.”
“Should I send another wave?” the other line answered. The pilot looked at a radar screen depicting the monster. He studied the bird-like monster, with its long, semi-thin wings and its strong legs. Its neck extended to reveal a small head, with a purple mask.
“You may fire when ready.” replied the man, smiling. The helicopter parallel to his pulled up, swooping upwards at a ninety degree angle, and flew up on top of the flying monster. The woman grabbed a joystick and opened a lock-on target screen. The system locked on, a red box on the monster’s head. The woman referred to as “Kim” pushed a button on the joystick, and the helicopter’s front popped open, revealing a laser-like turret. The turret shot out a wave of red energy, striking the creature in the head.
It roared as the waves seeped into its brain, and its eyes went red, glowing. It roared and flew side to side, out of control. It flew down towards the ocean, spiraling out of control. The monster was dive-bombing into the ocean! It closed its eyes, waiting for impact. Suddenly, it regained control of itself, and its eyes opened. It curved upwards, and flew up, creating huge waves. The monster was flying right in front of the helicopters.
About a mile ahead of the helicopters and monster, the ship kept pushing forward, slicing through the ocean waves as if they were made of softened butter. The smoke billowed into the air. The monster went straight for it. It opened its mouth and a huge ball of purple energy formed inside. It jerked its head back, ready to shoot out the attack.
Champ looked sadly at the Pokéball holding Treecko inside. He started to think suspiciously as he looked out at the ocean, blackish blue in the night. He couldn’t stay in the room anymore.
“What was going on? Treecko had been acting strangely lately,” he thought. “Could it be the fact that it was leaving home? Could it be nervous about Orre? Why has my true friend gone aggressive?”
Champ was near tears. A Treecko, who once sucked poison out of his system, now was not listening to him. It had even attacked Machop for no reason! Even when they’re in a “fight”, they never actually fought. It had been a rough day for him- losing to an Abra, and then having Treecko go aggressive.
Champ sat down on a bench and tried to fight the tears. Soon it turned to anger. Who is responsible for this?! Why would someone do such a thing?! It wasn’t the leaving home that made Treecko angry! It had to be someone’s doing!
Champ clenched his fists. He would find out who was behind this, and he would make them pay. They would pay the price. But still, inside he knew somehow that it wasn’t true, but he fought it off.
The monster jerked its head forward, releasing a beam of purple energy toward the boat. The attack lit up the night sky and the beam was heading straight toward the boat. Miraculously, the attack missed and blasted the water, causing a huge spray of seawater to soak the deck of the boat. The explosion rocked the boat, but didn’t do any further damage.
Soaked. Just great. Just perfect. What a night! Can it get any worse?! Champ stared at the source of the attacker. The monster roared, and headed straight for him. Champ shuddered at the size of the monster. It roared again as it charged another beam attack, the light reflecting in Champ’s glasses. Champ made a run toward the nearest entrance to the corridors. The Pokeball containing Treecko slipped off of his belt and started rolling toward the side of the boat. Treecko was lost!
Champ stared down at the tiny Pokeball floating in the waves. He had lost his Treecko. His only friend. Gone. Champ knew something bad would happen. He just didn’t expect something this bad.
The monster shot out another beam and a brilliant blast of light blinded Champ. The boat was hit, and a deafening “BOOM” nearly knocked Champ over. The side of the boat exploded and purple light spread everywhere. Screams of people trying to run away died out in the darkness of the sea as they were helplessly flung into the ocean. Pieces of debris flew onto the deck, damaging the floor. Champ dodged a twisted piece of metal and avoided another sharp piece of glass. He ran toward the deck to find that Treecko was gone.
No. No. NO! This is all wrong. All wrong. Why? Why did Pokéballs have to sink? Why couldn’t they float? Stupid monster. Stupid Orre. Stupid Gateon Port. Stupid Coliseum. Agh! Why is this happening? Why am I being torn apart, chunks at a time?
Another blast of light. Another deafening blast. Another crowd of screams. Another lurching of the boat. Now sinking. Champ didn’t care anymore. He had nothing now, his only friend gone. Nothing to live for. He couldn’t be a trainer without a Pokemon. He couldn’t own a Pokemon that wasn’t this particular Treecko. He didn’t like any other Pokemon. Not the Abra, not the Machop, not even the Houndour in his book. He could become a scientist, but he had promised that he wouldn’t get anything accomplished without his Treecko.
This time, the boat was suspended. It wasn’t moving. The boat was glowing purple.
“Wah!” Champ yelled, falling down next to the edge of the boat. The boat rising up was enough to send more things toppling.
The wave! It was carrying Treecko’s Pokeball in it! Maybe it could float! The wave was suspended too. The Pokeball lifted out of the wave and stood still, suspended mere inches from Champ’s grasp. The ship rose further, as the now glowing purple monster carried it with its telekinetic power. The monster was a Psychic! Champ thought as he looked at the monster. Lugia.
The whole ship started moving. Fast. If he could just reach the Pokeball…
WHAM!
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