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Episode 013. Lightning Strikes
"Danny?" Ray whispered to his friend. They had entered a cave, but were not alone. What seemed like hundreds of red lights shone around the room at them.
"Oh for heavens sake! Both of you!" Charlie moaned, standing up. "Just look!" she cried, turning on her black torch.
The beam of light that shone from the torch in Charlie's left hand flashed around the cave. The small, beady and sharp red eyes belonged only to a pack of tiny yellow Pikachu, Pokemon with adorable crimson cheeks and tails in the shape of lightning bolts.
From out of the blackness came a person; The Pikachu's trainer, she assumed. As he came closer, she saw that he was not much older than Ray. The young man of about 16 had floppy brown hair and blue eyes. His skin was as white as Charlie's and he wore a pair of weather-beaten jeans and a vivid orange coat. To her surprise, he smiled.
"Hi," said the boy nervously. "Err… Did you want to stay in my cave?"
"That'd be great," smiled Charlie. "I'm Charlie, this is Ray and this is Danny," she introduced them, pointing to each of them in turn. "Are all these Pikachu yours?"
"Well, I'm a Pokemon Ranger; I take care of all the wild Pikachu here. They're really strong, so we get a lot of people around just wanting to take the Pikachu. What they don't know though, is that this area is a Pokemon reserve. I'm Zane by the way. Nice to meet you," explained Zane.
"So, err… can we stay here for the night?" Charlie asked nervously.
"Sure!" smiled Zane. "I'm sure the Pikachu won't mind."
Charlie sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. The Pikachu took quite well to having a group of strangers around, considering they were wild Pokemon.
"Two of the Pikachu are mine, I'll introduce you to them if you want," Zane said, as though determined to keep the conversation going. "Sparx! Pikachu!" he called, while Charlie opened her Pokedex.
"Pikachu, the Lightning Mouse Pokemon. When several of these Pokemon gather, their electricity could build and cause lightning storms."
"Oh hi Sparx," Zane greeted one of his two Pikachu. "Have you seen Pika anywhere?"
Sparx shook its head.
"Pika? Pikachu!" Zane called.
"Pika! Come out! Please?" cried Charlie.
"It's no use," Zane sighed, sitting down on a rock and shaking his head, so that his floppy brown hair hung from his pale head. "Pikachu's gone. There's no hope now, the tide's in, she'll have been washed away with the sand… My little Pika…" Tears dripped from Zane's eyes.
"I'll go look for your Pika," Charlie offered. "I'll be fine, I can swim."
"We'll go too, right Ray?" Danny added. Ray nodded.
"You three are such a great help, but Danny," Zane thanked, "you'd better stay here. You can't exactly swim with your arm like that, can you?" He had noticed Danny's broken left arm, which Danny had almost forgotten about himself.
"Yeah, well, I'll stay with Zane," decided Danny, a little downhearted.
Charlie and Ray smiled as they lowered themselves out of the cave in the cliff. They looked at each other.
"I really think Danny would have hated this," Charlie admitted, breaking the silence. "I don't even think he can swim well."
Then it dawned on them. They were two teenagers, and they had to search the whole sea for a Pikachu, 1'4" in height. The chances of actually finding her… Charlie gulped at the thought. Ray, climbing down the cliff to her left, was looking equally sick. What had they let themselves in for? Zane would probably go nuts if they came back without his beloved Pika.
Without realising it, they came to a halt at the bottom of the cliff, their feet immersed in freezing water, the night air with a temperature of 6c. They looked around. It was cold, so biting cold with not a single breeze in the air. Charlie's limp brown hair hung down her back in a lifeless ponytail. Her older friend looked scared, not tough and brave.
Ray turned to Charlie and said, "Well, we'd better get going then," his throat dry with fear. They walked onwards into the sea, having removed their shoes. The water was up to Ray's shoulders when a white flash shot across the sky. Charlie screamed. They were in water! In a lightning storm! Far out at sea, the bolt of lightning hit a tiny island and shattered most of it to pieces. The danger of what they were doing was immense. Charlie could not believe that, a minute ago in the cave, she was prepared to go, but now, she had just realised that she was putting her young life at risk; a thought that scared her to death.
Charlie thought of Danny and Zane in the cave. It was not a cosy little dorm in a Pokemon Centre, but a cave halfway up a cliff in a tiny village with a crime rate that was sky high, but she wished that she could at least be in the cave. It seemed luxurious compared to how she felt now.
"Pikachu!" she cried, as another bolt of lightning flattened another island. She was on the verge of turning back, and she could tell that Ray was thinking along the same lines by the look of pure terror upon his bronzed face. However, they knew that they could not turn back, no matter how much they wanted to. They had made a promise to Zane, now they had to keep it.
"Danny?" Ray whispered to his friend. They had entered a cave, but were not alone. What seemed like hundreds of red lights shone around the room at them.
"Oh for heavens sake! Both of you!" Charlie moaned, standing up. "Just look!" she cried, turning on her black torch.
The beam of light that shone from the torch in Charlie's left hand flashed around the cave. The small, beady and sharp red eyes belonged only to a pack of tiny yellow Pikachu, Pokemon with adorable crimson cheeks and tails in the shape of lightning bolts.
From out of the blackness came a person; The Pikachu's trainer, she assumed. As he came closer, she saw that he was not much older than Ray. The young man of about 16 had floppy brown hair and blue eyes. His skin was as white as Charlie's and he wore a pair of weather-beaten jeans and a vivid orange coat. To her surprise, he smiled.
"Hi," said the boy nervously. "Err… Did you want to stay in my cave?"
"That'd be great," smiled Charlie. "I'm Charlie, this is Ray and this is Danny," she introduced them, pointing to each of them in turn. "Are all these Pikachu yours?"
"Well, I'm a Pokemon Ranger; I take care of all the wild Pikachu here. They're really strong, so we get a lot of people around just wanting to take the Pikachu. What they don't know though, is that this area is a Pokemon reserve. I'm Zane by the way. Nice to meet you," explained Zane.
"So, err… can we stay here for the night?" Charlie asked nervously.
"Sure!" smiled Zane. "I'm sure the Pikachu won't mind."
Charlie sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. The Pikachu took quite well to having a group of strangers around, considering they were wild Pokemon.
"Two of the Pikachu are mine, I'll introduce you to them if you want," Zane said, as though determined to keep the conversation going. "Sparx! Pikachu!" he called, while Charlie opened her Pokedex.
"Pikachu, the Lightning Mouse Pokemon. When several of these Pokemon gather, their electricity could build and cause lightning storms."
"Oh hi Sparx," Zane greeted one of his two Pikachu. "Have you seen Pika anywhere?"
Sparx shook its head.
"Pika? Pikachu!" Zane called.
"Pika! Come out! Please?" cried Charlie.
"It's no use," Zane sighed, sitting down on a rock and shaking his head, so that his floppy brown hair hung from his pale head. "Pikachu's gone. There's no hope now, the tide's in, she'll have been washed away with the sand… My little Pika…" Tears dripped from Zane's eyes.
"I'll go look for your Pika," Charlie offered. "I'll be fine, I can swim."
"We'll go too, right Ray?" Danny added. Ray nodded.
"You three are such a great help, but Danny," Zane thanked, "you'd better stay here. You can't exactly swim with your arm like that, can you?" He had noticed Danny's broken left arm, which Danny had almost forgotten about himself.
"Yeah, well, I'll stay with Zane," decided Danny, a little downhearted.
Charlie and Ray smiled as they lowered themselves out of the cave in the cliff. They looked at each other.
"I really think Danny would have hated this," Charlie admitted, breaking the silence. "I don't even think he can swim well."
Then it dawned on them. They were two teenagers, and they had to search the whole sea for a Pikachu, 1'4" in height. The chances of actually finding her… Charlie gulped at the thought. Ray, climbing down the cliff to her left, was looking equally sick. What had they let themselves in for? Zane would probably go nuts if they came back without his beloved Pika.
Without realising it, they came to a halt at the bottom of the cliff, their feet immersed in freezing water, the night air with a temperature of 6c. They looked around. It was cold, so biting cold with not a single breeze in the air. Charlie's limp brown hair hung down her back in a lifeless ponytail. Her older friend looked scared, not tough and brave.
Ray turned to Charlie and said, "Well, we'd better get going then," his throat dry with fear. They walked onwards into the sea, having removed their shoes. The water was up to Ray's shoulders when a white flash shot across the sky. Charlie screamed. They were in water! In a lightning storm! Far out at sea, the bolt of lightning hit a tiny island and shattered most of it to pieces. The danger of what they were doing was immense. Charlie could not believe that, a minute ago in the cave, she was prepared to go, but now, she had just realised that she was putting her young life at risk; a thought that scared her to death.
Charlie thought of Danny and Zane in the cave. It was not a cosy little dorm in a Pokemon Centre, but a cave halfway up a cliff in a tiny village with a crime rate that was sky high, but she wished that she could at least be in the cave. It seemed luxurious compared to how she felt now.
"Pikachu!" she cried, as another bolt of lightning flattened another island. She was on the verge of turning back, and she could tell that Ray was thinking along the same lines by the look of pure terror upon his bronzed face. However, they knew that they could not turn back, no matter how much they wanted to. They had made a promise to Zane, now they had to keep it.