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Okay, this is the first decent fanfic of mine that I feel compelled to continue. The title sucks, I know. It sounded good in my head... >_>;
I think my brain went through a series of haemorrages while writing this. I killed half the rules of proper grammar and seriously injured the rest. I think I had an excuse at one point, but I probably killed it too. Constructive criticism is welcome, but bear in mind that I've probably had a stroke over the same grammatical error you've just noticed. EVERYONE WHO REVIEWS GETS A COOKIE!
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So you want a story? Oh, well, alright. Just don?t complain if I forget something, or get sidetracked. I?m getting old, you know, even for a ghost. One hundred and three years old today, and that?s in human years mind. I?ve spent most of my life in a forest, near Lavender Town. Horrid town, horrid tower. That?s why I left, come to think of it. What?s that? You want the story? I?m getting to it! Is there no patience in the world these days? Now, the forest? Yes, I remember?
Almost there? come on girl; you?re just a foot away. Ahhh. That?s it. Down you go. I love screams like that, nicely bloodcurdling with just the right amount of hysteria. Ooh, and there?s the thud. You won?t be coming out of there for a long time. You?re the first person to come by in how long? A week? Make that a week and a half. And even that?s unusually quick around these parts. Have a nice time festering down that hole!
I drift over the pit, cackling gleefully. It?s quite a nice trap by my standards. When you can?t move things with your hands it?s quite an achievement to strategically place anything. Still, I manage. I have traps dotted all over this forest. The tourist rate is quite low, so the odd disappearance isn?t really noticed. It?s a dark, gloomy forest, so most of the people who come here are suffering from something or other and won?t be missed by whoever they ran away from. You wouldn?t believe how many depressed teenagers from Lavender Town I get. I?m doing them a favour, really. If I were depressed, I?d like a nice pit to cool off in. Wakes them up to the realities of life, it does, such as the necessity to eat worms once their food supply runs out.
This particular girl is around seventeen. She?s quite pretty by human standards. Blonde, with a heart shaped face and bright blue eyes. Probably running away from some guy who dumped her for whatever reason. She looks more triumphant than frightened or confused. Odd that. Her leg is at an odd angle and she?s sitting on the wrong part of it. And she?s bleeding from where she hit a particularly sharp stick. Why is she laughing? Hey, that looks almost like a radio. What does she think she?s doing? And? is that a hat I see? It?s blue. Sort of familiar, really? I wonder where I?ve seen that before?
A colourful sphere hurtles past me. A Pokeball? I look up at shock at the blue hat. The face of Officer Jenny is underneath it, staring straight at me. Woah, woah. What did I ever do to her? Time for evasive tactics. I?m already invisible, so it?s evident she can see me somehow. She must have that new Silph Scope everyone?s talking about.
I fly into her face, well, through it really, letting loose a classic maniacal laugh ? it was quite a chilling one, if I do say so myself. With the amount of wannabe evil characters skulking around it was very difficult to achieve a good laugh, moreso to be rightfully proud of it! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, flying at Jenny. She isn?t fazed at all, just twists around and lobs another Pokeball at my back. Now, I have excellent senses on both the physical and astral planes, and let me tell you, a Pokeball is no easy thing to track. Luckily I was already extraordinarily insubstantial from flying through Jenny?s head (I?m too old and weak to do that now, it takes too much energy for an old geezer like me, but in my day I was something special) so it passed right through me and hit a tree. By now I really am startled! Now, I?m no psychic, but as anyone who?s been through someone else?s mind can tell you, it?s not hard to pick up traces of what that person was thinking at the time. Jenny?s thoughts were just plain strange! Then again, what can you expect from someone with such a large, identical family? The confusion must?ve addled some of their brains by now.
Jenny stares at me. I stare back. She?s throwing Pokeballs at me left and right ? where does she get all these? ? and it?s taking all my energy to keep out of her reach. I can?t go through a tree and escape; it takes effort to go truly insubstantial. Not being able to move material items is one thing, but consciously moving through something is another. That?s the thing about good old Mother Nature, when a good, honest soul defies her laws she?ll do all she can to either right his wrong or annoy the hell outta him. Sometimes I hate being dead. Not now. It?s proving a major advantage. For one thing, the fella who just tried to swipe me with a net is learning a major lesson in life; stupidity is incurable. I laugh in his face and spit some poisonous gunk at him. He won?t be troubling me for a while.
?Andy!? Jenny cries. Her eyes widen in horror and she drops the Pokeball she?s holding. (It actually falls on the head of some poor Oddish and captures it, but I don?t think Jenny really cares much about team expansion right now.) She rushes over to ?Andy? and tries to pull the gunk off his face. I do my best to sidle away but she shoots me such a glare that I feel I have to stay, at least to see an angry, frantic police officer.
?Andy, are you okay?? She?s almost in hysterics now. I suddenly see the resemblance between them: spiky blue hair, brown eyes, pale skin. Perhaps he?s a younger brother. This is getting interesting.
So interesting, in fact, that I don?t even register the Pokeball that hits me from behind. Go figure.
I think my brain went through a series of haemorrages while writing this. I killed half the rules of proper grammar and seriously injured the rest. I think I had an excuse at one point, but I probably killed it too. Constructive criticism is welcome, but bear in mind that I've probably had a stroke over the same grammatical error you've just noticed. EVERYONE WHO REVIEWS GETS A COOKIE!
Chapter One
So you want a story? Oh, well, alright. Just don?t complain if I forget something, or get sidetracked. I?m getting old, you know, even for a ghost. One hundred and three years old today, and that?s in human years mind. I?ve spent most of my life in a forest, near Lavender Town. Horrid town, horrid tower. That?s why I left, come to think of it. What?s that? You want the story? I?m getting to it! Is there no patience in the world these days? Now, the forest? Yes, I remember?
Almost there? come on girl; you?re just a foot away. Ahhh. That?s it. Down you go. I love screams like that, nicely bloodcurdling with just the right amount of hysteria. Ooh, and there?s the thud. You won?t be coming out of there for a long time. You?re the first person to come by in how long? A week? Make that a week and a half. And even that?s unusually quick around these parts. Have a nice time festering down that hole!
I drift over the pit, cackling gleefully. It?s quite a nice trap by my standards. When you can?t move things with your hands it?s quite an achievement to strategically place anything. Still, I manage. I have traps dotted all over this forest. The tourist rate is quite low, so the odd disappearance isn?t really noticed. It?s a dark, gloomy forest, so most of the people who come here are suffering from something or other and won?t be missed by whoever they ran away from. You wouldn?t believe how many depressed teenagers from Lavender Town I get. I?m doing them a favour, really. If I were depressed, I?d like a nice pit to cool off in. Wakes them up to the realities of life, it does, such as the necessity to eat worms once their food supply runs out.
This particular girl is around seventeen. She?s quite pretty by human standards. Blonde, with a heart shaped face and bright blue eyes. Probably running away from some guy who dumped her for whatever reason. She looks more triumphant than frightened or confused. Odd that. Her leg is at an odd angle and she?s sitting on the wrong part of it. And she?s bleeding from where she hit a particularly sharp stick. Why is she laughing? Hey, that looks almost like a radio. What does she think she?s doing? And? is that a hat I see? It?s blue. Sort of familiar, really? I wonder where I?ve seen that before?
A colourful sphere hurtles past me. A Pokeball? I look up at shock at the blue hat. The face of Officer Jenny is underneath it, staring straight at me. Woah, woah. What did I ever do to her? Time for evasive tactics. I?m already invisible, so it?s evident she can see me somehow. She must have that new Silph Scope everyone?s talking about.
I fly into her face, well, through it really, letting loose a classic maniacal laugh ? it was quite a chilling one, if I do say so myself. With the amount of wannabe evil characters skulking around it was very difficult to achieve a good laugh, moreso to be rightfully proud of it! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, flying at Jenny. She isn?t fazed at all, just twists around and lobs another Pokeball at my back. Now, I have excellent senses on both the physical and astral planes, and let me tell you, a Pokeball is no easy thing to track. Luckily I was already extraordinarily insubstantial from flying through Jenny?s head (I?m too old and weak to do that now, it takes too much energy for an old geezer like me, but in my day I was something special) so it passed right through me and hit a tree. By now I really am startled! Now, I?m no psychic, but as anyone who?s been through someone else?s mind can tell you, it?s not hard to pick up traces of what that person was thinking at the time. Jenny?s thoughts were just plain strange! Then again, what can you expect from someone with such a large, identical family? The confusion must?ve addled some of their brains by now.
Jenny stares at me. I stare back. She?s throwing Pokeballs at me left and right ? where does she get all these? ? and it?s taking all my energy to keep out of her reach. I can?t go through a tree and escape; it takes effort to go truly insubstantial. Not being able to move material items is one thing, but consciously moving through something is another. That?s the thing about good old Mother Nature, when a good, honest soul defies her laws she?ll do all she can to either right his wrong or annoy the hell outta him. Sometimes I hate being dead. Not now. It?s proving a major advantage. For one thing, the fella who just tried to swipe me with a net is learning a major lesson in life; stupidity is incurable. I laugh in his face and spit some poisonous gunk at him. He won?t be troubling me for a while.
?Andy!? Jenny cries. Her eyes widen in horror and she drops the Pokeball she?s holding. (It actually falls on the head of some poor Oddish and captures it, but I don?t think Jenny really cares much about team expansion right now.) She rushes over to ?Andy? and tries to pull the gunk off his face. I do my best to sidle away but she shoots me such a glare that I feel I have to stay, at least to see an angry, frantic police officer.
?Andy, are you okay?? She?s almost in hysterics now. I suddenly see the resemblance between them: spiky blue hair, brown eyes, pale skin. Perhaps he?s a younger brother. This is getting interesting.
So interesting, in fact, that I don?t even register the Pokeball that hits me from behind. Go figure.
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