First attempt at Fan Fiction; Chapter One - Beginnings

[Amos]

Hi there all, for those of you who haven't seen me around, the name's Jack, or Amos as my screen name says, and i thought i'd try my hand at Fan fiction writing.
I'm open to criticism of all types, so i hope it isn't terrible! ^^
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Chapter One: Beginnings

I can remember the Monday it all began. Everyone in town scrambled to Professor Oak’s laboratory in the hopes of getting one of the three starter pokemon.
Of course, I’d be one of them. And of course, I’d be late. The last person to arrive, Oak merely shook his head when I came and closed the doors.
And that’s where my story begins.

The first time I met a pokemon was my mother’s Chansey, Esther. Ever since I was little, I’ve always found pokemon fascinating, and dreamed of being one of the high-flyers, battling on the world platform for glory. I suppose after buying a handful of pokeballs from the Pokemart with little more than crushed hope, I still had that image in my mind of every pokemon being caring and loving like Esther.
Running out into the plains beyond Pallet town, I found a rattata idling upon a rock. Seizing the chance, I threw a pokeball at it. After a weak shudder, it leapt from the ball, biting me hard upon the arm and then escaping. Now fuming, I began walking beside a stream, tracing the blotchy, red mark with disdain.
After a while, I found a nearby rock formation and sat to properly examine the wound. As I began taking in its details, I shifted uncomfortably as my legs itched. Sudden realisation hit me. Before I could act, it all happened in a blur.
The wild Arbok reared defensively and spat, sending waves of terror dancing down my spine. Raising a hand feebly to my face, it struck just below my eye before I turn and stumbled blindly through the grass.
As my movement slowed and my vision became steadily blurrier, I gave into the darkness that ebbed around the corners of my sight.


“….llo…”
“….llo?”
“Hello?”
I opened my eyes tentatively. A woman stood over me, her eyes painting a picture of worry. I frowned in misunderstanding, before she spoke as if reading my mind.
“You seem to have been bitten by a pokemon,” She explained analytically. “We removed as much of the poison as we could, but…”
Her voice trailed off as my own horror took over. I raised a hand to my face, feeling the place where the Arbok had bitten me. I traced the scar from my left eye to the corner of my lips. Before I could voice my shock, the pink-haired woman held my hand in place with concern.
I sat up suddenly, smacking her hand away from me. As I got to my feet, I collapsed instantly. My right leg exploded in agony, feeling as if a thousand knives were driven through it. The sensation of fire grew stronger as I hunched in excruciation I couldn’t put into words.
“I’m so sorry, Arbok bites are usually fatal,” She stammered anxiously. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
I clawed myself up the nearest surgeons bench, dragging the stainless steel prop with me to aid my bad leg. Every time I touched it to the ground, it burned angrily and made my eyes water. As I reached the doors, I pulled the leg from the surgery table, allowing the instruments to clutter to the ground metallically.
“W-wait!” The nurse cried as she ran after me. “Where are you going? Who are you?”
“My name is Amos. And I will create what I am.”

[meeker]

Luv it...welcome to the fan fiction writers!

[Trombones13]

Awesome story; I'm hooked! You seem to be a very good writer. Looking forward to more, Amos, and once more, welcome to PokeFarm! :-D

[Amos]

I don’t know how I ended up outside the Celadon city gym. A host of spasm-induced blackouts and bouts of delusion had become common place since my escape from the Veridian Pokecentre. Reality seemed to slip away as the poison that still coursed through my body slowly crippled me. On top of that, everywhere I went, people stared at me like I was some sort of animal. The scarred man with the metal cane.
The last I remember before I arrived in Celadon was a self-issued ultimatum to give up the will to live.
“It’s disgusting, there’s something wrong with it,” a voice cried dramatically.
Thinking the accusation was directed at me, I glanced up to see a woman shaking her head frantically. She swept her short black hair back with a sharp flicker of her green eyes.
“Come, Francine,” She ordered stoutly. “There is nothing more to do.”
The short girl behind her looked at something beyond me, turning on her heel with what could have been seen as regret. The taller woman stepped gracefully back inside the Gym doors as they closed automatically.
I turned painfully see what the commotion was over. A pokemon sat at the bottom of the stairs, looking startled and hurt. A Tangela. But one unlike I’d ever seen. The vines that swathed its body shone green beneath the sunlight.
Shone. What I didn’t understand was how the tall woman could call this pokemon disgusting. It was the most amazing looking pokemon I’d ever seen.
And an outsider like me, rejected by the world. Its eyes seemed to have lost the lustre of the will to serve like most pokemon. I crawled close enough to touch it. Raising a hand to check if it would respond, one of its vines shot out defensively, covering my wrist in glittering green.
“I won’t hurt you,” I said with as little cliché as possible.
The grip upon my wrist tightened, as if the Tangela was frightened.
“You’re an outsider like me, huh,” I said with a shake of my head. “I don’t think you’re disgusting. I think you’re beautiful.”
The vine withered helplessly, allowing my to touch a hand to it. In response, it raised the vine again, this time resting upon my hand meekly. It turned back towards the gym, uttering what sounded like a saddened sigh.
“Don’t worry,” I reassured it, “We’ll show them one day. We’ll show them that letting us go was a mistake.”

[Trombones13]

Aww, sparkly! Wow, I should've known you'd write about a Tangela... :rolleyes: LOL.

[cowmoo83]

wow... that was really good... my favorite part was when amos got off his surgery bed... the description was amazing!:)

[wicked_rapture]

i'm hooked!! :)

[Amos]

“Ella, return.”
In a fluid motion, I called back Ella into her pokeball and thrust my metal cane beneath the young trainer’s chin.
“I believe you owe me something.”
Whimpering, the child uttered, “I’m s-sorry, I told you I had money so y-you’d battle me. Otherwise my Nidorina will never get stronger-“
I pressed it firmly against his neck, making him issue a stifled yelp.
“I don’t play games, little boy.”
“Okay, okay!”
The boy frantically pulled 600 pokedollars from the insides of his pocket, throwing them at me feebly.
“Thankyou,” I said, stooping to gather the notes swiftly. “I have some items I need to pick up, and It’s rather rude that you seeked to defy me.”
I turned with a tut, striding through the knee-deep grass towards the city gates in the distance.

Over the previous weeks, Ella and I had grown strong. Ever since we’d met on the steps of the Celadon city gym, we’d instantly bonded. Where I was weak, she made up for it, and vica versa. We completed each other.
Even though I was still in as much pain as always, Ella healed me with the energy she drained from other pokemon.
By day, we challenged other trainers and grew more experienced. By night, we found refuge within the walls of cities we were travelling through with the money we’d made from battling. And it was growing tiring. That part of me that once wanted to be renowned now burned with the fuel of revenge. I was sick of the way people looked at me, accusingly. Ella and I were going to show everyone what we could do.

Once again, I found myself questioning my own actions. Why did I somehow always end up in the wrong place at the wrong time? Why did I embrace these events with open arms? And namely, why was I at it again?
Ella had escaped from her pokeball, running relentless through Cerulean City. I’d hobbled after her in confusion, but trusted she had an important motive. Finally she stopped before a house by the river.
As we crossed through the clearing, a scene began to unfold before us. A vulpix, streaked with ash danced to and fro, nudging at an unseeable object. Ella stopped next to it, extending a vine to draw me closer. I gasped in horror at what was previously out of view.
A girl who couldn’t have been much older than six lay upon the shore. Her skin was mottled with reddened blisters, her hair darkened with ash. Scraps were burnt from her clothing, and she wheezed weakly. Suddenly hit by a wave of emotion, I placed my arms around her.
After a few moments of hugging with sincere removal, I brought myself to lean back to face her.
“What’s your name?” I asked quietly.
“Jenny,” She whispered. “Who… are you?”
“My name’s Amos,” I replied.
“That’s a pretty name,” She said naively.
For some reason, the remark made the situation feel even worse. A little girl who was dying before my very eyes.
“Who did this to you?” I whispered angrily.
“Team Galactic,” Jenny replied with a saddened sob. “They burnt down my house with daddy in it.”
Suddenly shocked, I placed my hands around her to lift her. Realising what I was doing, she shifted sideways, slipping between my arms.
“I have to take you to a hospital-“
“No,” she said. “I want to go to heaven with daddy.”
I ignored her, grasping beneath her frail body.
“D-don’t, or I won’t get to see daddy. I want it like this.”
I looked down upon her cherub-like face with sorrow.
“But-’”
“Please, mister,” the little girl pleaded sadly. “Leave me be.”
As my grip loosened reluctantly, a brief smile flitted at the tips of her mouth.
“Thankyou. But can you do one more thing for me?”
I nodded sadly, wishing it’d be something hard. Something so hard I’d regret leaving this poor girl to die.
“Take Pixie.”
The vulpix brushed against my leg with acceptance. With another smile, the little girl shuddered once with a last-drawn breath. I held her to my chest, howling across the river in mourning.

[Trombones13]

:shock:
Quite the dramatic turn! You're doing really well with this; I really like it. :-D

[cowmoo83]

well... that was sorta random, but still... very dramatic and well-writen, great job!:) (again)

[Amos]

Just so you all know, the whole thing isn't going to be sad, it's just the beginning to show why Amos is so bitter. ^_^

[for_my_mom_1991]

Wow, this is great. I cant wait for the next Part.

[Whitdjinn]

This story is pretty awesome - I can't wait til there are more updates! Its odd for a pokemon story to be this dark - I like it!

[wicked_rapture]

I think the whole saddness and bitterness is what makes this story so great and unique. None of the other stories that I have read have shown this side in their characters. I'm loving it, keep it up.

[meeker]

kind of like the Henrick Ibsen's play Hedda Gabler...amazing play...most evil protagonist EVER!

[dan the man]

Wow, this is a really good story! I was thinking of writing one soon, and I hope it will be as good as this!

[Amos]

Somehow, it seemed so far I was being unnaturally drawn to misfortune. But in a sort of twisted way, it was just what I wanted. I don’t know if it was an unseen desire that burned within me to help those in need, or rather that I saw a little part of me in those people and pokemon. Either way, that’s how my journey as a trainer finally began.

I was battling outside Cerulean City when I first thought of the pokeball that sat sombre at my side.
“Ella!”
I yelled out as the Swellow finished Ella with a sweeping aerial ace. With the 1000 pokedollar wager, I had no choice. Of course I didn’t have the money. I’d always relied upon victory with my prized Tangela.
I touched a hand gingerly to the vulpix’s ball, wincing as the image of the little girl’s last moments burned starkly into the darkness behind my closed eyes. I’d been plagued by it for the few weeks since the incident had happened.
I couldn’t bring myself to use it, or even think about it. When I did, I was reminded of Jenny. I wasn’t able to use the Vulpix, but every time I entertained the notion of releasing it, I felt like I was unjustly ignoring what little that girl had asked of me. I couldn’t continue this charade of pretending I didn’t notice.
“Hey freak! Hurry up and use your last pathetic pokemon!”
The statement broke through my sanctioned thoughts, tearing me back to reality. I hadn’t noticed I’d fallen to the ground, heaving deeply under the weight of my scarred memories.
“Did you hear me, scarface?”
I grasped at the metal bar, supporting myself with the sensation of venom pulsating throughout my leg.
“I heard you,” I responded coldly.
Without hesitation, I tossed the ball into the air. Almost pre-emptively, red tendrils spun from it, forming the shape of a Vulpix.
An ashen streak ran from the auburn curls atop its head, down its body, and finished in a messy spatter below its left hind leg. One of the curls in its tail had been burnt off, and many others were singed beyond recognition. It pawed the ground once and turned to face me, where I noticed that much of its right eye had a darkened film covering it.
Suddenly, it shot a jet of spiralling flames towards me. Instinctively I leapt, failing to complete my forward roll as I landed on my bad leg.
I fell hard against a rock, sending stars dancing across my vision as a lance of pain crippled me.
“Hah! Not even your own pokemon listen to you.”
I ignored the insolent trainer as I propped myself weakly against the boulder, preparing for the second attack.
The Vulpix approached, its eyes darkened by hatred. The spark of happiness that existed the first time we’d met was now gone, replaced with loath from negligence.
I didn’t bother reasoning with it – the intent was very clear.
“What did you do to it? Looks like you lit it on fire for fun!”
I barely registered that the trainer had spoken. Mostly because I was watching the vulpix’s every movement.
At last, it opened it’s mouth with a savage growl, preparing to finish me.
“It’s a freak, just like you! A freak!”
This time, something was different. The vulpix abruptly snapped its head around. Something seemed to click, as if it was no longer interested in me.
The teenage-looking boy swept black bangs away from his thick glasses with a smug grin.
“Ha. Haha! So now you want to fight? Because I called you a freak? You are a freak! Come on! Come and get it, freak. Swellow, use-“
I never heard him finish his sentence, and neither did his pokemon, which is why I assume it sat redundant as its trainer was consumed in flames.
The Swellow sat momentarily stunned before flying in circles neurotically. I’d never seen what happened when a pokemon lost its trainer.
“Swellow, you can return to wherever came from. There is nothing left here for you.” I spoke the words with authority, causing the pokemon to rise slightly in shock and flap slowly back towards the woods.
As it disappeared from sight, the Vulpix focussed back on me. It stood defensively before me, hatred still riddling its stance.
It was strangely dissimilar though. It was almost an accepting opposition – a mutual agreement that it would remain loyal but with no pleasure.
Without further dispute, it returned to its pokeball.
I sat for a moment, reflecting upon the devastating situation I’d just witnessed almost passively.
And that is the first time I truly met little Jennie’s former companion.

[Trombones13]

The way you can make a Pokemon story so dark and yet, still so enthralling is wonderful! Keep it up, Amos! :-D

[Amos]

Flash.
It had happened again.

I was becoming use to waking up with people standing over me. This time, it was a girl with spiky, copper hair. She had her hands poised playfully on her hips and wore a falsely nonchalant expression.
“Does this happen a lot?”
I met her gaze with squinted eyes, nodding weakly.
“What can I say? I do it for the fun of meeting people.”
She laughed almost childishly, waving her hand in the air melodramatically.
“People are fainting to see the incredibly beautiful Cerulean Gym leader.”
Suddenly, I looked at the girl from a different angle. Was this truly Misty of Cerulean?
“You are-“
Flash.

I stirred alone this time. The first thing that was noticeable was that I seemed to be in some sort of house – stout concrete walls and an assortment of charm-related paraphernalia surrounded me.
The second thing that came to fruition was that I was lying inside a deep, earthen bath, a towel covering the lower part of my body, while my exposed chest served as a pin board for a number of white strips of paper.
Each of them were written in an alien language, unfamiliar in every way, but that all were identical. Truly this was the strangest place I’d woken to date.
“This does happen a lot.”
The voice rasped unexpectedly from a corner behind me.
The most heavily-wrinkled woman I’d ever seen sat upon a stool beneath the shadows. Grey strands of hair hung dampened over her face, giving her a menacing appearance.
“Do I know you?” I asked hollowly.
Why did I bother asking? I knew that I’d simply pass out again and wake up elsewhere.
Answering my silent question, she laughed darkly, creasing her brow.
“Who do you know?”
I raised an eyebrow tersely in confusion.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, who do you know? Tell me three people.”
She seemed to lean in out of expectation as I pondered my answer.
“Well there’s… my mother.”
I raised a hand unsurely, feeling a little stupid.
“Oh yes,” She responded intriguingly. “And what is her name? Describe to me what she looks like.”
“Well that’s easy,” I stated, continuing upon this strange whim. “Her name is Lilly, and she has-“
Flash.
I gasped audibly as the picture of my mother I tried to form in my head disappeared. I tried once more, only to provoke the same mental response.
My blood turned to ice, numbing me for the pain that was about to explode forth from realisation.
I couldn’t think of what my own mother looked like.
I shot a startled glance at the woman who wore an expression of pure indifference.
“You can’t. Am I right?”
I nodded slowly with disbelief.
“You can still remember her name I suppose,” The woman muttered, as if it were a blessing.
“Her name?” I managed to choke out incredulously. “I’ve forgotten who my mother is!”
“Well then, this proves my theory that Arbok venom worsens exponentially with time.”
Suddenly she stood, hobbling to the door.
“Wait! What do you mean it’s worsening?” I called after her.
Resting a hand upon the doorknob, she glanced back, now serious.
“Let me show you, mi’boy.”
The woman returned shortly afterwards, holding the hand of a boy who looked of the age of four or five.
“Come on, Jasper, sweetie. Come here.”
The boy looked like he’d just woken, his hair a tangled mess. He rubbed his eye sleepily and glanced up at me.
“Mrs. Lady, do you know where my mommy or daddy are? I fell asleep in my house, and now I don’t know where I am,” He asked.
“They’ll be home soon, sweetie,” She cooed softly, stroking his matted hair. “You can go back to sleep now.”
With that, the boy tottered from the room, continuing to rub at his eyes.
The woman looked up at me, a different expression shown between her arced features. Exhaustion. Hopelessness.
“He’s my grandson.”
The statement was like a blow to the face – the boy seemed to register no connection with the woman at all.
“His parents died two years ago,” She recalled with a grimace. “I’ve been looking after him ever since.”
My brow furrowed naturally at the contradiction.
“How could he have lived with you for two years and not know who…”
I trailed off as all the pieces grouped together.
“What happened?” I whispered.
“He was playing in the fields by the stream with a bonsly. It ran off in the game they were playing, and an Arbok found him.”
I glanced at the weakening hardness of her face.
“This is not something anyone should have to endure,” She said with a sigh. “Or have to know in advance. I suppose you won’t remember it later. This will all be… futile, I suppose.”
I eyed her with fright. I was scared because I knew she was right.
“The increasingly frequent blackouts, worsening pain, memory loss. It’s all in the symptoms,” She analysed, counting with her fingers. “I’ve studied Arbok venom for the last two years with what little is known of it.”
“And there have been many cases?”
She shook her head.
“Most subjects die instantly. To be alive… I can’t say if you’re lucky or not. To know one’s fate before it’s happened can be over-bearing.”
“What can I do?” I asked with exasperation.
“Nothing,” She replied bluntly. “It has taken effect now. It’s only inevitable.”
I stared at her with silent dread.
“So eventually I’ll forget everything?”
“Everything.”
As my brain shouted with panic, I propped myself to one side of the bath, tearing the strips of paper from my chest. I hoisted myself out, dragging my foot to the wall where my clothing and support bar were. I took them in both hands, struggling at the door handle.
The woman was suddenly beside me, pressing the key into the keyhole.
She grasped at my chin, forcing me to look into her mystifying, amethyst eyes.
“I ask one thing of you.”
I was done with promises. I turned the key hastily, preparing to depart as quickly as possible. As half my body was out the door, I felt cold, gnarled fingers grasp at my other hand.
I registered a round object being pushed into my hand, and then the grip was gone.
I burst from the house half-clothed and limped shakily down the lane.
As I turned the corner, I glanced back at the house.
The woman stood at the door with the child at her side, misery etched deeply into her gaze.
This would be the image that would haunt me as I persisted in the struggle to live.

[wraithseer]

Ooooo dramatic. When you are finished with it you should edit it all together. Or atleast into sections. For easier reading. I love what you are doing. Keep it up!

[BlueTempest]

I really like this story! You added a dark side to pokemon...

[pondertheworld]

Mr. Torrance, I am really impressed with this story of yours. You have raised the bar for fanfiction on PF. I look forward to seeing more being added to this! :)

-is slightly motivated to continue her own fanfiction-
It's amazing what a good story does to you. ;)

[Amos]

My life had become a link between a series of non-descript events. Frayed around the edges, my memory began to ebb as I started questioning my own sanity. What was real? What had I imagined? I feared every day I’d simply past into non-existence and wouldn’t recognise it myself.
Flash.

“Trainer, it is by order of the Pokemon League that you stand and continue this battle or forfeit.”
Where was I? I glanced across an icy battle field to the girl who’d spoken. Was I challenging a Gym Leader?
It seemed so, for I held a pokeball readily in my right hand, and she’d already summoned her first pokemon. I scanned the Weavile’s its features quickly, noting its type and weaknesses.
Curiously, I threw the pokeball from the podium I stood on, watching it sail to the ground. It burst open, giving way to a Lucario.
Since when did I own a Lucario?
Uncannily, a pokeball from my belt dropped to the ground of its own accord.
A Smeargle.
Before I could order it back, it grasped its long tail, dashing ink across the podium floor fluidly.
“Weavile, Aerial ace!”
The call brought my attention back to the battle field. I puzzled as what I should respond with. After all, I didn’t know this Lucario’s abilities, let alone its name or where I’d acquired it. I glanced downwards accidentally, only to double take at the ink-blotted phrase smeared beside my feet.

Iron Island, where seas meet; Trainers take stance, victors only in defeat.

I experienced something I thought I’d never see. Like an implosion, knowledge rushed forth, stitching the holes in my mind. It was the opposing sensation to the flashing I was regularly experiencing.
Lucario – I’d acquired it as a hatchling upon Iron Island in a battle. But how had the Smeargle known? I’d never met this either, nor had I mentioned my forget of the Lucario.
“Lucario, Aura Sphere!” I shouted.
The ball of energy spiralled forwards, taking the Weavile by surprise.
“Lucario, finish it with Close Combat!”
Obediently, the Lucario leapt into the air, crushing the Weavile in a flurry of fists. They fell to the ground together, one standing, one finished.
As Weavile was called back, the girl sighed with distaste, pushing a button that lowered the platforms into the ground.
With a few restrained strides, she stepped forwards and thrusted a shining object into my hand.
I looked down upon the Icicle Badge that I now possessed with confusion.
“How can you give me this?” I asked unsurely.
She turned her head slightly, with a notion of musing stupidity.
“Because… you’ve earned it?”
“But we only battled with one pokemon each,” I interjected with confusion.
A frown formed across her forehead.
“Excuse me?”
“I said we’ve only used one pokemon each.”
“No, we’ve each used three,” The gym leader stated unwaveringly. “As I’m required to make it so. Do you have short term memory loss?”
I shook my head, opening my coat pocket to place the little Icicle into. As I reached in, I felt several other similarly shaped tokens. Suddenly aware of truly how patchy my memory had become, I asked, “Wait. Do you need six badges to challenge this gym?”
The girl’s reaction was delayed and deliberate. It made me regret asking immediately.
“Are you sure you don’t need a hospital?” She asked, concern shading her tone.
“I’m fine,” I snapped, drawing my coat and limping from the podium.
Flash.

[Whitdjinn]

Wow - quite a jump with this one...I was really anxious to see what would happen with the main character and its unique party.

The flashes are brilliant, I do hope that some of the future flashes go backward :p

Nice work!

[Amos]

Don't worry Whit, i haven't forgotten. Keep in mind this is a short story series, and its all going somewhere ;)

[Trombones13]

Kinda crazy...and I like it, hee hee. :-D Kinda reminds me of Kyle XY *coughseasonpremieretonightat8onABCFamily!*. :lol:

[Amos]

The first thing I heard when I came to was screaming.
Not the screaming that I’d grown used to – but the roar of a stadium. Where was I, you might ask?
Of course I would stir in the Sinnoh Pokemon League Stadium.
But who was I challenging?
I raised a hand to my eyes to peer over the course.
A man, fully adorned in flowing blue robes stood with a hand resting upon his tilted hat.
How interesting.
As the stage rose, a referee presented himself from the ground.
The drone of his voice signalled that I’d soon have to choose a pokemon.
I looked down at the six balls at my waist, thinking over in my head of which companion I’d choose.
Flash.
This couldn’t be happening. I’d forgotten my pokemon. One of the balls fell to the ground. A Smeargle emerged, making quick brush strokes gracefully.

Words painted here, the sins of the blind; Friends lost not in time, but in the sanction of mind.

The words seemed to heal my mental batttlescars. Progressively, my tales of hardship returned.
And suddenly, it all got worse.
Memories skipped over behind my eyes; A years worth of sorrow.
They passed faster and faster, declining steadily in quality as my memory worsened.
Some frightened me. One particular image rested menacingly at the front of my mind – myself, shuddering weakly as I grasped at a bloodied pike.

I wrenched myself back to the stadium in repulsion. But something was wrong.
My opponent flickered, changing from the man to an elderly woman, to a school boy. As I swung back towards the stadium, the fans flickered and changed, some disappearing all together. Finally, I glanced down at my hands to see my many scars morphing, happening upon the thin band around my wrist. The words were sudden and somehow dark.
Pokemon League Champion.
“What is real!” I yelled, collapsing to the ground in exasperation. “Who am I to believe?”
Darkness engulfed me. I knew the feeling of Death’s Embrace well.

For some reason or another, I awoke again. I was never really religious, but somehow, I wondered if this was the after life.
A woman stood over me, her arms moving quickly.
“Oh, you’re awake!” She exclaimed, sugar sweet.
“Am I in heaven?”
The cliché of it all was laughable. But even so, what else was there to think?
“No dear, you’re in hospital.”
I forced open my eyes, straining to remain shut beneath the intense, overhead lighting.
The pink-hair that rested atop her head in a messy bun was enough to scare me.
But it was not the same woman that had been present the day this all began.
This woman was plump and tanned. Her sparkling black eyes were set back into her head, friendly and warm.
“Which hospital?”
The woman pottered over to a nearby table, pondering over surgical instruments.
“Veridian City Hospital, my dear.”
This seemed different – not so coincidental.
I glanced into her little, glistening eyes for testing. Sincerity was all I could see.
“Do you have a sister by chance who works here also?” I asked.
“No, love,” She responded with a shake of her head. “It’s just me, Christine who works by my lonesome.”
My eyebrows met in puzzlement. Where was the girl who had tended to me at first if this was Veridian City Hospital?
“So I’m not dead?”
The woman glanced at me with a jovial laugh that shook her gargantuan figure.
Almost upon cue, my vision shuddered clunkily.
As I glanced back up, the plump woman was the girl from my memory, unchanged in any detail.
“No, I’m sorry, you were bitten by an Arbok. The bites aren’t fatal on their own, but I’ve heard it’s the delusions that’ll kill you.”

[cowmoo83]

I really like the mysterious jumpiness, you're a natural!

[Trombones13]

o_O
You're good at this... I'm jealous, ROFL! Keep it up! :-D

[XD001]

I guess you now wait for Death's icy claws to grip your beating heart...and to ease the suffering. But Death is a gamler. he likes to watch mankind cope with the struggles he throws at it. For his own gain, he may leave you to live...

(nice!)

[wicked_rapture]

wtf? crazy!! :D

[Amos]

Haha, i thought it'd just be a little introductory short story to my limited career as a FanFic'er ^_^

[Whitdjinn]

So many questions...I can't wait to read the answers!

[wicked_rapture]

i thought that was the ending to it..??:confused:

[Whitdjinn]

God, I hope not!