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Amoeba
April 23rd, 2008, 02:42 AM
Felt like writing a fanfiction. Seemed like a good idea at the time. This story by the way doesn't intend to be at all accurate with the anime - only the first, second and third gen games.

I'd love to hear anything you have to say about it - I could use some strong criticism, seeing as its been so long since I've written anything.

Hope you enjoy so far. I'll announce new chapters in the announcemet thread seeing as it might take me a while to do each chapter.

Window of Chance

From the epicentre, light beams out into the dark void, outshining the silver grains that twinkle feebly behind it. Its light is so brilliant, that it hides itself, and anything else that dares to get close enough. Spurting flares of awesome energy, it barely missed a tiny, but equally powerful entity hurtling past it. The tiny rocketing comet’s trail became more evident against the backdrop of the empty, silent vacuum, as it exited the orange glare of the corona. As it was not the sun that was its intended course, but instead one of its children.

Chapter 1 - Home No More

“Hurry up, you’re gonna be late for school.”

But the young boy wouldn’t answer. His long eyelashes sunk down as his dark eyes focused intently on the tiny machine in his hands. Fingers tapped away furiously as a blatant electronic jangle of simple music blared from the device. As for his legs - they barely moved at all. He bent down to scratch a nettle sting he’d received on his exposed shin - shorts are unwise when you aren’t watching where you’re going.

The space between the boy and his older sister widened, but anyone could still tell they were together - not for their matching mops of brown hair (her’s was crinkled) - but for his sister’s constant turning around to check on him, and her sighs of annoyance. Every weekday morning she had to lead him to school, through a potentially treacherous park, with the current hype over child snatchers she nor their mother could take any chances.

“Can’t you put that thing away for a minute?” She sighed, allowing him to catch up.

“But I can’t save it in a battle!” He whined, trudging towards her. “I‘m on the Elite Four too!”

The older sister rolled her eyes. “I really don’t care.” and with that she took his arm and began to drag him along. She’d be the first to hear of it from their mum if he was late, and they still had quite a distance to cover yet. But still that didn’t deter the boy from tripping over his own feet if it meant he could get another few seconds play.

A clap of thunder snapped the boy back into reality, eyes shining up into the rapidly darkening sky. A rain drop on his forehead caused him to blink.

Its destination was just a speck on its visual plain, a white dot against the backdrop of space. It didn’t remain that way for long, seemingly ballooning in size until it consumed the entity’s visual plain, illuminated by the sun to reveal every wisp of cloud and glitter of the sun’s reflection on the oceans. Reaching the blue planet was the easy part. But its life depended on locating a tiny island off a large continent… only there was there a sliver of chance it may preserve its freedom…

It was futile to try to keep dry - the sister’s iron grip on her brother’s hand pulled him school-ward as they sprinted through the torrents, blinded by the constant pounding of rain on their faces. The boy could barely see for his hair, flattened against his face, nor for the spray of wet mud kicked up from his sister’s shoes.

Neither sibling was prepared for such weather. Thin cotton jeans and a short-sleeved light shirt left the sister feeling rather exposed, but the boy didn’t seem to care, only thinking about the game boy left switched on inside his backpack.

A sudden shriek from the sister, drowned by ground-shaking boom, and the two skidded to a halt as a tree appeared to explode in front of them. Sparks rained down before them, shrouded in smoke, before the two noticed the trees branches lower in height. In a moment of instinct the sister dragged her brother off to one side, prompted by the snapping and creaking of the stricken tree. Its charred innards stood exposed as one half of the ancient plant crashed to the ground, spraying the pair with its fallen rainwater.

The pair gasped and heaved desperately to keep their hearts from breaking free of their chests. All they could do was stare wide-eyed, in the pouring rain, at what almost killed them. Another snap of thunder subsided into a mumbling growl, before the fallen branch appeared to flicker out for a second.

“What was that?” The boy asked, still panting.

“Let’s go.” The sister ignored the split-second disappearance of the dead branch and dragged her brother onwards. The safety of civilisation was beckoning.

A shimmer of orange stopped their path, of sand and mountains, before it was gone. Nothing could be heard but the rain pattering down on the grass, and the increasing rate of the sister’s breathing. The boy neared his sister and peered up at her, hoping for some kind of explanation to what they just saw. But she barely had the chance to speak before another window to another world opened, one that spewed a breath of flames before fading from existence. Another, of snow and ice, and another of pure darkness, and another of shimmering colour, and another and another. Before they knew it they were surrounded by these windows, each rimmed with lightning, neither sibling dared move to avoid stepping into these unknown phenomena. The boy’s mouth resembled an upside down letter U, lip quivering in disbelief.

“Am I hallucinating?” The sister whispered to herself, a sinking terror in her chest momentarily consuming her rational thought. “I’m dreaming, I know I am.”

She didn’t even notice her little brother at this point squeezing her hand with every ounce of his drive to survive, hoping it would help. His wails and screams of utter nightmarish confusion silent compared to the non-stop snaps of thunder, his tears rinsed by the constant shower of rainwater.

Their eyes widened as an excruciating pain consumed the sister, and a stinging paralysis the brother. Neither could move, their muscles locked in a sickening rigidity, their bodies fried by the heat of the light… before darkness fell over them both.

And it was done.

Head spinning. Aching. Where was this place?

A small hand shakily twitched as it lay on the dry baking earth. Dust whipped over the small heap in the middle of the crispy yellow grass; which shuffled slowly in the breeze. For some considerable time it lay motionless. The only movement visible was the t-shirt blowing up in the wind, exposing the frail body underneath.

His eyes barely had the chance to open before they snapped shut again, stung by the dust that blew into them. The boy’s face transformed into a sour frown before turning as he planted his hands on the ground, and pushed himself up into a sitting position. As he knelt on the hot earth he rubbed his eyes, hoping to dislodge any dirt trapped in them before he could see properly. But it only made them red.

Not paying attention to his burnt clothes, the boy took in his surroundings wearily, his eyes puffy and sore. Peering round, all that could be seen was grass - lots of it, yellow and dry, rippling in shimmering golden waves. Beyond that mountains of brown and red, apparently bare and earthy. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing here.

“April?” He gurgled, still groggy.

His only response was a rushing gust of wind, ruffling his already messy, on-end hair. Shakily the boy rose to his feet, brushing himself off for a moment before getting a better view from his new vantage point. Still, nothing familiar greeted him. Not even his sister.

“April…? April?!” Yelling louder, his voice was swallowed by the landscape, offering him no comforting response.

He began to walk. Brown eyes scanned the grass for any clues to his sister. A boulder caused him to stub his toe and stumble. He whined quietly, but his attention was focused on finding some kind of familiarity. The longer he went with none, the faster he walked, the louder and more desperate his cries for his sister became. The shock of the realisation he was completely alone was too much for his little sheltered mind to take all at once. He refused to accept it. His pace quickened into a trot. It was all he could manage - his arms and legs tingled and numbed with the panic. The boy screamed, as loud as his lungs could manage, for his sister once more, before stumbling to a halt and sobbing hysterically.

A roar caused him to jump on the spot, memories of the strange lightning portals too fresh in his memory. But this roar was more controlled, and it faded into a growling moan, followed by a spitting hiss. It was behind him. He spun round. Barely reaching as tall as his chest, a feline figure stood, bearing its teeth, its whiskers flaring. The creature appeared nearly white, but its eyes pierced into the boy’s and froze him. He couldn’t move. He stood, shivering, allowing the cat to stare deeply into his eyes. If he ran, would the cat pounce? He didn’t know.

Its black-tipped ears pinned back to its neck, eyes wide, pupils slit. The near-white fur on its head and neck spiked as it continued to hiss cautiously at the human. A red, gleaming jewel on its forehead shined in the brilliant sunlight, something the boy recognised and made his heart jump, not with terror, but with a hint of excitement. Surely this was not… a real-life pokemon, was it? The cat reminded him of Persian, one he remembered from his game boy.

As suddenly as it had shown up, it turned and bolted into the grass with stunning agility and speed, tearing through the carpet of yellow in desperate bounds. As the boy watched in confusion, a large red shape shot past from behind him with equally amazing agility despite the animal’s seemingly cumbersome size, whipping up a hot thermal wind as it raced by. By this point the boy’s sobs had considerably quietened, but still shook him in hiccups every so often.

A human voice shouted from behind, and the red animal came to a halt to turn round. The boy glanced back briefly and caught sight of a tall male, dressed in light-coloured airy clothes and sheltered from the blistering sun by a wide straw hat strapped to his chin. Back to the red animal he saw it this time in all its full detail as it approached. Red in colour, with a large thick creamy mane and tail, stripped with black. Its mouth was ajar and its tongue hanging between its two lower canines - with its eyes squinting in the sunlight the red dog looked almost as if it were grinning.

“How’d you get all the way out here on your own, boy?” The male voice called to him. Finally, something human, his rescue from the emptiness of this place he’d been surrounded by earlier.

But was this wise? “Don’t talk to strangers” was what his mum had drummed in to him since as far back as he could remember. Before he could decide the man neared and spoke in a slightly haggard voice, but as soft as he could possibly put it.

“Are you lost?”

The dog neared its master and sat down readying for a petting, continuing to grin with its happy tongue, panting deeply from its exercise. As the man rubbed his dog on the back of the neck, the boy continued to stare and the man’s question was left unanswered. Arcanine, at least, that’s what the animal reminded him of.

“What’s your name, little man?” The man raised his chin so that his soft wide eyes became visible beneath his straw hat.

“Robin.” He finally answered, considering this man might be his only ticket out of here. His face proceeded to crumple, his lip turning outwards, as he bubbled a long drawn-out “I’m lost...” and continued to sob again.

“Hey, don’t cry” the man kneeled down, not sure how to handle a crying child. “You can call me Joseph; I have a phone back at my place. It’s not far from here. Do you know your parent’s number?”

Robin just nodded, his crying subsiding with the reassurance that he might return home soon - but not without clearing something up first. He looked at the dog, and pointed at it.

“Is that a pokemon?” He asked hopefully, dreaming that some day he might have his own.

The man set his hand down on the animal’s warm fur coat, and grinned proudly, “This is my arcanine. Her name’s Bella… her previous owner named her.”

Robin wasn’t quite sure what he meant by previous owner, but he was now positive that pokemon were real. The boy smiled for the first time he’d been here, something he had dreamed of being real actually was all along. Not only that, but he was no longer lost. He felt had every reason to smile.

“Come on, lets get you inside before you cook out here.” and with that Joseph began to walk, followed by Bella.

Robin followed on, staring in wonder at the large canine pokemon.

…..

Pain was the first sensation for April to wake up to. Mind still racing she attempted to regain consciousness, but in her dream-like state it seemed futile. She felt strangely glassed over, unable to perform any coherent function. Willing herself she pried open her eyelids with all her strength, to see a blurry, white plain. As she did this an overpowering nausea came over and she promptly shut them again.

Unable to swallow from the dryness in her mouth, arms and legs in tremendous pain, she was trapped in an overwhelming discomfort. Robin. Her little brother made her pain seem insignificant and she forced her self to open her eyes once more.

This time it wasn’t so bad. She could at least see now a window in front of her that looked out over the city. Unlocking her neck she looked down, painfully, at herself. Surprisingly she was well bedded in clean sheets, from what she could tell, and bandaged. She did not feel the needle leading to a mineral rich drip embedded in her left arm.

“I don’t know whether to call you lucky or unlucky” A voice loudly proclaimed. April barely made it out in her daze, but could see the figure of a woman dressed in a nurse’s outfit, “But you’re awake now, that’s what matters.”

“What… happened…?” April groaned quietly, lacking the strength to make much sound, nor the willpower to resist the pain in her dry throat.

“You were struck by lightning, dear” The nurse explained, sympathetically. “You didn’t receive the full on force of the strike so luckily the most you’ll get away with is some scarring.”

“Where’s Robin…?” April ignored the nurse’s explanation of her physical state.

She received no answer - the nurse busily scribbled on a clipboard before looking up to speak.

“We couldn’t find any identification on you. What’s your name, dear?”

“April Oreshaw. Where’s Robin, is he with mum?” She weakly pushed herself up with her burnt arms to get a better look around but didn’t have the chance before the nurse eased her back down.

“Take it easy, you’re still hurt. We can make a call to your parents and tell them what happened so they know where you are. How does that sound?” The nurse asked as if she was talking to a small child.

Feeling sapped of her strength, April lay back and rolled her eyes shut, nodding in agreement. She had no energy to argue back, and just had to hope that Robin knew the way back home from the park.

(end of chapter 1)

~Night
April 23rd, 2008, 01:55 PM
I like it so far. You're very discriptive of Arcanine and Persain.

~!~Miss Cow~!~