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Okay, I finally got it done! I was at my dad's for a week W/O access to continuing this, so that's the reason for the long wait. I think it came out okay, though.
I just noticed that I use “--“ to change scene and “…” to move forward time with the same people. Just thought I’d say.
There was a huge wall in front of him. It was gray, and made of what loked like cinderblocks. Why it was there, he didn't know. But if he looked back, all there was was cliff, and endless pit. He didn't want endless pit.
So, James, a helpless, disorganized teenager, started climbing. He couldn't do anything else. He just had to progress. He saw, as he pulled himself up by the cracks in the cinderblock wall, that the cliff below him had dissapeared. If he fell, he was done. So he kept climbing. But then, right at the top, which was far away, but James could barely see, there was a person.
They said something, and then picked up a small rock. And they dropped it on James' head. It didn't hurt, but bounced against the wall and fell into the abyss. It was silent, as it had been before, but he didn't move.
Suddenly, all the blocks started falling, from the edges, slowly to the middle, where he was. Just in the middle of floating blocks, on a wall.
And then he fell. Down, and down, and down...
Down... His screams were silent, unheard. Just falling until he couldn't even see anymore. He got a glimpse of the things on the other side. Colorful things, anything he probably would ever need.
...
"GAH!!" James yelled. He attempted to sit up, but couldn't. His broken legs hurt. Really badly. The woman wasn't in the room. He still had his Pokemon. Not like it was useful at the moment. After struggling for a moment, he saw a note written on a napkin wravelled into his jumbled blanket.
Dear Captive,
I had to do a few things. I have broken your legs a second time, to make sure you wouldn't get up. Sorry to put you in pain. Make sure to keep yourself as in good shape as possible. There are a couple sandwhiches on your right side, on a paper plate, and if the pain's too much, the tranquilizer is on your left, on a similar stool.
Thanks,
That one woman that easily kidnapped you.
"Well, that was straightforward..." James mumbled to himself. He layed back, and thought about his dream. He liked figuring them out. He owned a few dream dictionaries that he used a lot. He started breaking it down.
"Hmm, I had to climb, and there was no turning back. That could mean that I can't go back to Lilycove, for the time being. Or ever, I dunno." He started talking to himself. "And then there was that person, so I might be stopped by a challenge. Then, all the bricks falling, could mean that I was losing my path, forgetting what to do. The place that I missed could be my goal, that I didn't get. And the falling, failing.
Not too happy-sounding. But then again, it wasn't that great a dream."
James sat for a bit, thoughtless. But then he wondered what people wanted him to do with broken bones. He couldn't walk and wasn't getting medical help. He didn't dare look at his legs. He looked over the bed on his right side, wincing at the pain. There were a couple of bologna sandwiches on a paper plate, as said. He wasn't hungry. He had a headache, and was wondering what would happened.
The things happening to him were very clichéd. He was taken by a super strong agent person, who said something about being for an agency, and hid him away in some shack. Really original.
Not that he could do anything about it.
So he would be stuck, sitting in a small shack, probably captured by some clichéd organization who want to take over the world. How wonderful, he thought again.
But for the time being, he could only sit any wonder. He didn’t dare take the Pokemon out.
His story couldn’t really progress, unless that person came back. And so, the story, at least for him, was over for now.
--
Ruby walked out of the stadium, and into a lounge where there were a few people at Pokeblock machines and others just sitting around. He sat down for a minute, and looked at the magazines on his side. He started looking on the bottom of it. He found an old issue of “Contests Monthly”. It had pages ripped out, was really smudged, and wasn’t really usable. He put it back down.
A reporter with blue hair came up to him followed by a cameraman. They quickly spoke.
“Could we get a quick rundown of how you feel by winning that contest?” They handed him a laminated list of words.
“What do I do with this?” He asked reluctantly. He hated how the media treated people, despite him living in a huge city a long time ago and getting used to it.
“Pick a word from it. Then tell us.” The reporter replied. Ruby looked down the list slowly.
“DEPRESSED”
“Oh! Thanks a lot!” The reporter snatched back the paper, smiling. “This’ll make a great news report!” They replied.
“Wait, what…?” Ruby asked, but they were already gone.
…
About ten minutes later, the TV blared on an “Important newscast”. It repeated the same scene that Ruby just went through. One child pulled on their dad’s jeans to say that they were on TV. Ruby really didn’t care. He leaned back in the seat behind him.
It’s not anything new, really, Ruby thought. I’ve already gotten master rank in every contest imaginable with all of my Pokemon. This is getting repetitive. I could move to Sinnoh to do this, but they only have a single area for it. No traveling for me… But then there’s Johto. But I think it would be awkward going back to Goldenrod. And I just don’t feel like Kanto. The next Grand Festival won’t be here for months…
I wonder what’s gonna happen, if anything, in that time…
Ruby stood up and walked out of the contest hall and into the crowd. Maybe spending some time at the art museum would do him good.
--
A man with dark brown hair, dirty shoes, and a lab coat that severely needed to be washed started speaking. There were a few tables and bookshelves around, and a huge machine on the middle-right of the one-room building. A few people also in white lab coats walked around, looking at pieces of paper and data, slowly progressing on the projects.
But he started speaking.
“Why, oh why, would you dress up as a person behind a bike shack, then kidnap the person I wanted to see, and then get him his first Pokemon from the Safari zone, and take him to some abandoned shack?”
A girl about 5 feet tall answered quietly.
“I-I… I don’t know.”
“Agh. I guess I gotta find my people myself,” The person in a lab coat said. “Run along, now. These trainers lately can’t be trusted.”
“But, Mr. Birch, I-“ The girl started again.
“First, I’m a professor. Second, you said you wanted Ruby. That came from nowhere. If someone was going to promise me a favor and do it incorrectly, I would imagine them sufficiently lying every once and a while, also. Please, go away for now. Just bring him here. If you do anything else, I won’t give you your Pokemon.” Professor Birch stood up from his chair, and beckoned the person out of the lab, reminding them again to get the person back without anymore problems.
He then went back to checking on the projects, and scheduling field work days in the near future.
--
“Ugh… This really is going to be a long week,” James muttered. He started going through his problems for at least the fiftieth time when the trap door on the side of the room opened and the woman from before came in.
“Get up. I screwed up majorly.” She said.
“Err, you sorta broke my legs. I can’/t move and may or may not feel like I’m about to die.”
“Oh, right!” She exclaimed. She pulled the white sheet off the show a very bruised and bent in the wrong way, legs. She pulled out a little bottle that contained green liquid that looked sticky. She opened it and started pouring it on James’s legs.
“What is that!?” James asked quickly, his pain in his legs going away. He really wondered.
“Full restore. Now get up!” She said. The stickiness disappeared and James felt fine, to his surprise.
“But I thought they only worked on Pokemon…” James said as he got up and glanced again at the woman. He wondered if she ever really took off that huge cloak.
“You thought wrong. Come with me.” She said, leading him through the trap door.
The ladder that they climbed down was wooden, and slightly rotten. Below them was a lit up cave system. They reached the ground, and the woman started running. James had to dash forward, which was hard carrying a suitcase, to catch up.
“Where are we?” He asked as they continued to run, taking turns every minute or so.
“The Hoenn underground. Right turn here.” They turned, and continued running. The place seemed to give off a weird energy, allowing faster running. James didn’t get tired.
“Okay, where are we going?”
“Littleroot town.”
“Why?”
“Okay, left turn here.” They turned, and the woman continued.
“I give up. I’m actually about 13 years old. I’m wearing really tall platform shoes. I mean, really tall. Professor Birch wanted to see you. All that I did to get you was actually supposed to be a knock on your door and an invite. I just felt a little too creative.”
“Yeah,” James replied. “A little too creative.”
James sighed. His legs felt lighter as they ran, weirdly. They were dashing at about 25 miles an hour with no problem. The walls glinted with shards of all kinds, and orbs sparkled as they were planted underground. They passed a metal door labeled “New Mauville” and a few more ladders, but continued.
“How far are we?” James asked.
“We’re around under Oldale. Only a few minutes away.
James wondered what Professor Birch wanted. He had heard of the guy, but had no idea about him other than he liked studying in fields. Eh, he would find out when he got there. He would maybe give that girl a bit of what it feels like getting your legs broken. Using a Rhyhorn. Maybe.
I just noticed that I use “--“ to change scene and “…” to move forward time with the same people. Just thought I’d say.
Chapter Three
There was a huge wall in front of him. It was gray, and made of what loked like cinderblocks. Why it was there, he didn't know. But if he looked back, all there was was cliff, and endless pit. He didn't want endless pit.
So, James, a helpless, disorganized teenager, started climbing. He couldn't do anything else. He just had to progress. He saw, as he pulled himself up by the cracks in the cinderblock wall, that the cliff below him had dissapeared. If he fell, he was done. So he kept climbing. But then, right at the top, which was far away, but James could barely see, there was a person.
They said something, and then picked up a small rock. And they dropped it on James' head. It didn't hurt, but bounced against the wall and fell into the abyss. It was silent, as it had been before, but he didn't move.
Suddenly, all the blocks started falling, from the edges, slowly to the middle, where he was. Just in the middle of floating blocks, on a wall.
And then he fell. Down, and down, and down...
Down... His screams were silent, unheard. Just falling until he couldn't even see anymore. He got a glimpse of the things on the other side. Colorful things, anything he probably would ever need.
...
"GAH!!" James yelled. He attempted to sit up, but couldn't. His broken legs hurt. Really badly. The woman wasn't in the room. He still had his Pokemon. Not like it was useful at the moment. After struggling for a moment, he saw a note written on a napkin wravelled into his jumbled blanket.
Dear Captive,
I had to do a few things. I have broken your legs a second time, to make sure you wouldn't get up. Sorry to put you in pain. Make sure to keep yourself as in good shape as possible. There are a couple sandwhiches on your right side, on a paper plate, and if the pain's too much, the tranquilizer is on your left, on a similar stool.
Thanks,
That one woman that easily kidnapped you.
"Well, that was straightforward..." James mumbled to himself. He layed back, and thought about his dream. He liked figuring them out. He owned a few dream dictionaries that he used a lot. He started breaking it down.
"Hmm, I had to climb, and there was no turning back. That could mean that I can't go back to Lilycove, for the time being. Or ever, I dunno." He started talking to himself. "And then there was that person, so I might be stopped by a challenge. Then, all the bricks falling, could mean that I was losing my path, forgetting what to do. The place that I missed could be my goal, that I didn't get. And the falling, failing.
Not too happy-sounding. But then again, it wasn't that great a dream."
James sat for a bit, thoughtless. But then he wondered what people wanted him to do with broken bones. He couldn't walk and wasn't getting medical help. He didn't dare look at his legs. He looked over the bed on his right side, wincing at the pain. There were a couple of bologna sandwiches on a paper plate, as said. He wasn't hungry. He had a headache, and was wondering what would happened.
The things happening to him were very clichéd. He was taken by a super strong agent person, who said something about being for an agency, and hid him away in some shack. Really original.
Not that he could do anything about it.
So he would be stuck, sitting in a small shack, probably captured by some clichéd organization who want to take over the world. How wonderful, he thought again.
But for the time being, he could only sit any wonder. He didn’t dare take the Pokemon out.
His story couldn’t really progress, unless that person came back. And so, the story, at least for him, was over for now.
--
Ruby walked out of the stadium, and into a lounge where there were a few people at Pokeblock machines and others just sitting around. He sat down for a minute, and looked at the magazines on his side. He started looking on the bottom of it. He found an old issue of “Contests Monthly”. It had pages ripped out, was really smudged, and wasn’t really usable. He put it back down.
A reporter with blue hair came up to him followed by a cameraman. They quickly spoke.
“Could we get a quick rundown of how you feel by winning that contest?” They handed him a laminated list of words.
“What do I do with this?” He asked reluctantly. He hated how the media treated people, despite him living in a huge city a long time ago and getting used to it.
“Pick a word from it. Then tell us.” The reporter replied. Ruby looked down the list slowly.
“DEPRESSED”
“Oh! Thanks a lot!” The reporter snatched back the paper, smiling. “This’ll make a great news report!” They replied.
“Wait, what…?” Ruby asked, but they were already gone.
…
About ten minutes later, the TV blared on an “Important newscast”. It repeated the same scene that Ruby just went through. One child pulled on their dad’s jeans to say that they were on TV. Ruby really didn’t care. He leaned back in the seat behind him.
It’s not anything new, really, Ruby thought. I’ve already gotten master rank in every contest imaginable with all of my Pokemon. This is getting repetitive. I could move to Sinnoh to do this, but they only have a single area for it. No traveling for me… But then there’s Johto. But I think it would be awkward going back to Goldenrod. And I just don’t feel like Kanto. The next Grand Festival won’t be here for months…
I wonder what’s gonna happen, if anything, in that time…
Ruby stood up and walked out of the contest hall and into the crowd. Maybe spending some time at the art museum would do him good.
--
A man with dark brown hair, dirty shoes, and a lab coat that severely needed to be washed started speaking. There were a few tables and bookshelves around, and a huge machine on the middle-right of the one-room building. A few people also in white lab coats walked around, looking at pieces of paper and data, slowly progressing on the projects.
But he started speaking.
“Why, oh why, would you dress up as a person behind a bike shack, then kidnap the person I wanted to see, and then get him his first Pokemon from the Safari zone, and take him to some abandoned shack?”
A girl about 5 feet tall answered quietly.
“I-I… I don’t know.”
“Agh. I guess I gotta find my people myself,” The person in a lab coat said. “Run along, now. These trainers lately can’t be trusted.”
“But, Mr. Birch, I-“ The girl started again.
“First, I’m a professor. Second, you said you wanted Ruby. That came from nowhere. If someone was going to promise me a favor and do it incorrectly, I would imagine them sufficiently lying every once and a while, also. Please, go away for now. Just bring him here. If you do anything else, I won’t give you your Pokemon.” Professor Birch stood up from his chair, and beckoned the person out of the lab, reminding them again to get the person back without anymore problems.
He then went back to checking on the projects, and scheduling field work days in the near future.
--
“Ugh… This really is going to be a long week,” James muttered. He started going through his problems for at least the fiftieth time when the trap door on the side of the room opened and the woman from before came in.
“Get up. I screwed up majorly.” She said.
“Err, you sorta broke my legs. I can’/t move and may or may not feel like I’m about to die.”
“Oh, right!” She exclaimed. She pulled the white sheet off the show a very bruised and bent in the wrong way, legs. She pulled out a little bottle that contained green liquid that looked sticky. She opened it and started pouring it on James’s legs.
“What is that!?” James asked quickly, his pain in his legs going away. He really wondered.
“Full restore. Now get up!” She said. The stickiness disappeared and James felt fine, to his surprise.
“But I thought they only worked on Pokemon…” James said as he got up and glanced again at the woman. He wondered if she ever really took off that huge cloak.
“You thought wrong. Come with me.” She said, leading him through the trap door.
The ladder that they climbed down was wooden, and slightly rotten. Below them was a lit up cave system. They reached the ground, and the woman started running. James had to dash forward, which was hard carrying a suitcase, to catch up.
“Where are we?” He asked as they continued to run, taking turns every minute or so.
“The Hoenn underground. Right turn here.” They turned, and continued running. The place seemed to give off a weird energy, allowing faster running. James didn’t get tired.
“Okay, where are we going?”
“Littleroot town.”
“Why?”
“Okay, left turn here.” They turned, and the woman continued.
“I give up. I’m actually about 13 years old. I’m wearing really tall platform shoes. I mean, really tall. Professor Birch wanted to see you. All that I did to get you was actually supposed to be a knock on your door and an invite. I just felt a little too creative.”
“Yeah,” James replied. “A little too creative.”
James sighed. His legs felt lighter as they ran, weirdly. They were dashing at about 25 miles an hour with no problem. The walls glinted with shards of all kinds, and orbs sparkled as they were planted underground. They passed a metal door labeled “New Mauville” and a few more ladders, but continued.
“How far are we?” James asked.
“We’re around under Oldale. Only a few minutes away.
James wondered what Professor Birch wanted. He had heard of the guy, but had no idea about him other than he liked studying in fields. Eh, he would find out when he got there. He would maybe give that girl a bit of what it feels like getting your legs broken. Using a Rhyhorn. Maybe.
