Pokémon: Apollo

[Stingray]

Captain Brad Zalman leaned up against the wall of the abandoned hut breathing heavily. He gripped the H&K G36C Assault Rifle firmly in his hands. He had taken the rifle off the body of a dead enemy combative. His Osprey had been shot down due to heavy anti-air fire, and now he was trying to evade capture or dead. Everything about this mission had gone wrong, it had been a simple extraction mission and the special operations team and their "package" were on their way to the LZ with no resistance. Capt Zalman's Osprey was assigned to pick them up, All of a sudden the Spec Ops team came under heavy attack, when Capt Zalman was only 10 minutes from the landing zone. It wasn't 10 seconds later his Osprey came under heavy fire and was hit by a surface to air missile, which the local forces should not have had. All of the crew of the Osprey survived the crash landing, but now Brad was the only survivor. All the others were killed during the several fire fights they had gotten into, and Brad hadn't gotten out unscathed. He had taken a glancing hit to the right leg and a hit to the left arm. He had bandaged the wounds up and stopped the bleeding for now, but he needed medical attention soon or his left arm could get bad.

Brad listened for any signs of pursuers, but all he could hear were bugs and night animals. He looked at the rifle again… these were not local troops who had attacked the team and the Osprey. They were well equipped, and better trained than the expected resistance. Intelligence has been really wrong this time, and it seemed like the enemies had much better intelligence. Looking at his wounds again Brad sighed heavily as fatigue started to take its toll. He had been running all night from hostiles, and the blood loss from his wounds was not helping at all. He was tired, but he was only here to catch his breath before moving on. Instead he ended up falling asleep within seconds while sitting against the run down hut's wall.

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Brad was awoken by a strange voice, within seconds he was standing with the assault rifle in a firing position. He carefully approached the sheets that acted like a door to the hut and moved them aside with one hand while sweeping the area with the rifle. He found no one out there, but he did a quick sweep of the area around the broken down hut before leaving it behind him. It didn't seem safe anymore, and he needed to move on anyway. Finding a suitable spot in the thick foliage of the jungle to get some rest, he camouflaged his position and lay down in his concealed location. Instead of sleep the world began to twist and distort around him, and everything seemed to fade away around him.

Where he was now he was not sure, but it was now light out and it was not the position he had been in seconds ago, or had he passed out and it was hours later? It didn't matter, voices were approaching. They were too close for him to flee from, and his body didn't want to respond. Bringing the G36C up to a firing position and the red dot on his sight was right in the middle of what appeared to be a red R on one of the people's chests. His vision was fading and he couldn't identify much about the person, but the red R.

'Red R? Red R? What symbol is that?' thought Brad as he kept the weapon pointed at the person. They didn't seem to be carrying weapons, but Brad wasn't taking any chances. He tried to scream out for them to halt, but his mouth didn't work, for some reason he was beginning to pass out and his body failed to respond. He had enough control to pull the trigger if he wanted, and he began to do so, but right before he fired he let off the pressure on the trigger. These were not the people who had attacked him and his fellow airmen. He had no idea who they were so he didn't fire on them. Everything started to go black and he collapsed from the firing position onto the ground. A second later he was out cold again.

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Brad woke up in some sort of prison cell. His wounds had fresh bandages on them, but he was still in some sort of prison. 'Where am I?' thought Brad as he slowly looked around the room. 'O well time to figure out a way to escape,' he thought as he began to slowly started to inspect the small room very closely.

 

[Yuukihime]

I apologize for lack of activity.

Chapter 1: Insanity is best served hot​

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Juli's eyes slowly opened to the scene. It was dark and cold, and something was definitely wrong. Juli sat up and rubbed her head. What the hell happened? Everything was blank. She remembered going to bed, then nothing. She continued rubbing her head, trying to sooth the throbbing headache that was slowly emerging.

She examined the room, it was small, dark, wet, and cold. She looked over to the window and noticed bars on the window.

I swear to go if they put me back in that freaking mental institution I'm going to go on a bloody rampage.

She still remembered those days, those horrid days. She shook the thoughts off and noticed a small torn up bed in the corner of the bed. She already felt exhausted, but felt that she couldn't sleep.

"Maybe you should just call for a guard, grab his keys, and slice his neck open. It's a legitimate plan." A voice in her head chimed in which only made her head throb more.

"Damn it, shut up!" She yelled to the cackling voices in her head, she didn't have time for this crap. She had to find out where she was, and fast. She only had minimal time to keep her cool before the voices started invading her head again, because obviously, wherever she was, her medicine wasn't with her.

Juli would have to do something fast, but the sleepiness and the throbbing headache was to much for her, she collapsed onto the ragged mattress and fell asleep.

 

[Swolligator]

The Dojo's light had been turned off long ago yet Hei was still training in the lowlight coming from the moon outside. It was already late into the night and Hei was already an hour late, but he had phone his parents to tell them he was training later. The only thoughts going through his head were the series of moves he needed to know for his grading coming in a few days. For the past week he had been training harder and harder, conditioning his body to move on instinct and to the point where he was on the verge of passing out; tonight was no different. Every time he felt his stances waver, he pushed himself deeper, every time he felt his vision blur, he focused more, every time he picked up something wrong he would correct it; nothing was to go wrong in the grading.

It was getting later and later into the night and Hei soon found himself drifting in and out of consciousness quickly, a little too quickly. The first thing he felt was his legs give way then his muscles seized and he fell to the floor, vision swimming. As his vision slowly faded to black, Hei swore he could see the world literally changing in front of him.
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Before Hei awoke, he felt the pain that always came after training for so long, every muscle in his body seemed like it was on fire. However this was nothing to the sudden fear he felt when he opened his eyes.

The four cell walls were much closer than the dojo walls had been and light was streaming through a window above his bed. He could not move an inch due to the ache in his muscles and he was sure that he was going crazy. It was day so his grandfather should have found him in the dojo already; his parents would have noticed him not being there in the morning and begun to worry.

The thoughts whirled around in his head, so many different scenarios that could have happened, that did happen, and for the first time in his life, Hei had a panic attack. His only response was a blood curdling scream before he fainted.