cyndaquil_dratini
Cynda
Here's my very first fanfic, Alexi.
It's quite long, so if you've read the first two chapters n wanna comment on them, go to the last post and just post something there, coz its good to get reviews bout any part, no matter where I'm up to.
This is a chaptered generic fic...though I don't know how generic generic is. It's rated PG-13, for some adulty themes later on, nothing you wouldn't get on degrassi high. It's kinda adventure too, and almost goes into Drama in later chapters, but I'm not up to that bit yet.
Please, if you're reading, tell me what you think- I love just knowing that people are out there and reading it, as opposed to just clicking on it and then clicking right off again. And give me a good rating if you reckon I deserve it, ive been stuck with this one for yonks and I wanna get rid of it.
Index:
Chapter One- The Dream
Chapter Two- The Apricorn Tree and the Very Important Quest
Chapter Three- The Goode Family's Incredible Hospitality
Chapter Four- The Nouvella Gym Tournament
Chapter Five- What Alexi Found In The Middle Of The Forest
Chapter Six- The Grimm View Of Things
Chapter Seven- An Attempt At The Impossible, and a Hit Between The Eyes
Chapter Eight- Last resorts, and When To Resort To Them
Chapter Nine- Wurmple's Big Adventure
Chapter Ten- What Happened
Chapter Eleven- The Sad Eventuality of the Slade City Gym
Alexi
Chapter One- The Dream
Dark. Scared. She strained her eyes. There must be something there. She threw her hands out. They felt air. They felt space. She span on the spot, reaching out for something to show her where she was. As she span, the black became a blur, and in the blur, there was a light. Alexi became aware of this and stopped. Faded purple light somewhere over there. She reached for it, but her feet stayed rooted on the spot and she fell onto hard concrete underfoot. She turned on her stomach and looked up. Above her, she found it. Here it was, the source of the light.
A dark purple shadow glistened, and Alexi’s eyes focused. She gasped air in shock. It was a monster. A huge, cream beast, with fourteen tube-like, scaly, stinking legs erupting from the tummy of a body like a fierce wild cat. Its tail was thick like a lion’s, and wings ripped out from its back; shaggy, ragged, leathery, grotesque. Its nose was long on its face. Its snout was sniffing. Its eyes were straight, sharp shapes of dark purple- the source of the quivering light. Most fierce of all, the eyes. Glistening, sickening, mystery shone out of them and caught Alexi’s mind. They pushed her backwards into the darkness and she screamed.
Alexi pushed herself onto her knees and, tripping over the darkness, ran. Once again, the world was pitch black and unknown. The unknown was cold and huge, almost as terrible as the source of the light behind her, but she kept on running. Pushing herself forwards, through heavy nothing.
Her eyes screamed in agony as, suddenly, a blinding light encompassed her. She shielded herself, and the light pulled her away, took her up, into the air, through a tiny hole, and shoved her uncomfortably into a cramped place.
The dark returned, but it was no longer unknown. Alexi was inside something, something much smaller than she was, and her body was twisted absurdly to fit inside. She knew she was trapped. So cramped, so suffocated for space. The feeling was demeaning, like she no longer had control of her life. She couldn’t stand it any more, she wouldn’t put up with it. She shouted angrily at nobody and raised her hand to push against the shell, but her hand felt empty air.
Slits of light streamed through as Alexi opened her eyes. She lay still on her bed for a minute, moving herself from her horribly vivid dream back to her waking life, which seemed almost less real.
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After a minute or two, Alexi felt fine and she pulled herself out of bed, brushed her short, messy, dark hair out of her striking blue eyes and pushed open her bedroom door.
Alexi’s bedroom was rather unusual as far as bedrooms go- it was made up of a tangled ball of leaves, twigs and bark, like a birds’ nest, and held high up in the trees by branches which poked into it. There was a wooden bridge which led from her door, along the treetops to more cocoon rooms, all sitting comfortably on branches more than fifty feet from the forest floor. However, this is where Alexi had spent her entire life, and so was not unusual to her at all.
As she walked across the wooden bridges that connected her home, pokemon chirped and scuttled around her. Butterfree flittered past busily, Nincada and Heracross scuttled up trunks, Pidgey chirped in their nests. Celebi flew past playfully.
Another unusual event that seemed so everyday to Alexi was the sighting of legendary pokemon. The island that Alexi and her parents lived on was home to many of the rarest, most valuable pokemon in existence, but as Alexi had never been away from her island, she was completely unaware that these pokemon were any more unusual than the Pidgey or Butterfree she heard every morning. This was simply how she had always known things to be.
Alexi lived on an island far away from anywhere else, impossible to pinpoint and impossible to reach by water or air. Thick cloud cover kept the island hidden from anyone watching outside. It was a place where legendary pokemon came to hide from the rest of the world. It was the place they lived when they weren’t needed elsewhere. It was their home, their sanctuary, as it was Alexi’s.
Alexi reached the door to her parents’ bedroom and knocked politely. After a minute, her blonde, notably beautiful mother, Sandrine, pushed it open sleepily and let her inside.
“Good morning, precious. Did you sleep all right?” she asked her only daughter.
“No, it was terrible.”
Her father, Xander, with Alexi’s dark hair and blue eyes and a chiseled, well-worn face, pushed himself up in bed and looked at her.
“What’s wrong, Alexi? What happened?”
“Oh, nothing major. I had a yucky dream, that’s all. It was really vivid, and I woke up all shaky and sweaty.”
“Oh, that sounds terrible, darling,” her mother consoled. “What was it about?”
Alexi paused for a minute, not really wanting to recount the events of the dream, but her mother’s worried face made her continue.
“I was in the dark, and I was looking for light. And then I saw this monster thing, like a pokemon but much bigger. It was kind of like a lion, and it had lots of legs…”
Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember the rest of the dream, but her parents’ shocked expressions made her stop.
“What? What is it?” she asked them.
“Are you hurt?” her mother asked, concerned, checking her arms and legs for signs of bruising.
“No, of course not, don’t worry, it was only a dream, it’s nothing to get so worked up about. What’s wrong? What’s the matter? Did I see something I shouldn’t have?”
Her father stood up out of bed in his nightclothes and pulled on a dressing gown.
“Alexi, stay here. Your mother and I need to have a talk with some of the pokemon. Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be back in a minute.” He gave a knowing but worried look at Sandrine, and they turned and walked out into the morning. Sandrine pulled the door shut in what she had wanted to seem as a calm, normal way.
“Just stay here, possum, we’ll be back soon.”
The door clicked shut and Alexi was left alone in her parents’ bedroom. She sat down on the bed and, after a moment, fell back into it, thinking feverishly.
What had just happened? What had her dream meant? Where had her parents gone to? And why were they treating her like a little child? She was nearly thirteen and a half, after all, a perfectly grown-up, responsible age. She didn’t need to be given instructions like ‘stay put’ any more. She could look after herself now.
Annoyed, she sat upright again and looked around the room for something to keep her occupied while she waited. There was hardly anything in the bedroom apart from the large double-bed which she was sitting on, a bedside table with a lamp on it, and the old chest which stayed against the wall eternally and was always locked. She knew this, because she had tried to open it countless times. Her mother always said to her “Whatever you do, don’t go looking around our room when we’re not watching. What’s there is ours, and private, and doesn’t concern you, and if something’s locked, it’s locked for a reason.” Of course, since the day she said it, Alexi had been longing to open the box and see what treasures it held- nothing like reverse psychology for a curious tthirteen-year-old mind- but unfortunately for her, there was absolutely no chance she would ever see what was inside as her father kept the keys to it around his neck and only took them off when he went to bed and the door to the bedroom was locked.
And then, a wonderful thought occurred to Alexi, and she laughed out loud, because she couldn’t help herself. Her father had left rather abruptly this morning, and when he got out of bed, he had forgotten to take the keys from his bedside table. And now she, Alexi, was alone, in her parent’s bedroom, with the keys to the chest she had wanted to open for so long. Obviously, the fact that her father was so preoccupied with the dream she had had that he had forgotten to take his precious keys with him was a sign that he was extremely nervous about something and Alexi was probably in a lot of danger, but Alexi ignored this thought and pulled open the drawer of the bedside table eagerly. Sure enough, gleaming in the early morning light, were the keys to the eternally locked chest.
She grabbed them, ran to the chest, and shoved them in the keyhole. There was a satisfying click and she pushed the lid open. It was heavy, and creaked loudly. Alexi stuck her head inside the dusty chest and peered into the dark. It was full of pieces of paper, and folders and books and things. All completely boring- Thousands of pieces of paper are never a thirteen-year-old's idea of a good time. She opened one of the brown, dog-eared folders, looking for some kind of illustration for the story the papers told, and she screamed loudly without meaning to, and fell back on her tailbone with a fright.
The heavy wooden lid slammed shut with a huge crash and the lamp on the bedside table wobbled.
Alexi lay on the hard floor, looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily, unable to comprehend what she had seen. There, in the chest her parents had kept from her since she was born, was a clear, bright photo of the monster from her dream.
It was real.
It's quite long, so if you've read the first two chapters n wanna comment on them, go to the last post and just post something there, coz its good to get reviews bout any part, no matter where I'm up to.
This is a chaptered generic fic...though I don't know how generic generic is. It's rated PG-13, for some adulty themes later on, nothing you wouldn't get on degrassi high. It's kinda adventure too, and almost goes into Drama in later chapters, but I'm not up to that bit yet.
Please, if you're reading, tell me what you think- I love just knowing that people are out there and reading it, as opposed to just clicking on it and then clicking right off again. And give me a good rating if you reckon I deserve it, ive been stuck with this one for yonks and I wanna get rid of it.
Index:
Chapter One- The Dream
Chapter Two- The Apricorn Tree and the Very Important Quest
Chapter Three- The Goode Family's Incredible Hospitality
Chapter Four- The Nouvella Gym Tournament
Chapter Five- What Alexi Found In The Middle Of The Forest
Chapter Six- The Grimm View Of Things
Chapter Seven- An Attempt At The Impossible, and a Hit Between The Eyes
Chapter Eight- Last resorts, and When To Resort To Them
Chapter Nine- Wurmple's Big Adventure
Chapter Ten- What Happened
Chapter Eleven- The Sad Eventuality of the Slade City Gym
Alexi
Chapter One- The Dream
Dark. Scared. She strained her eyes. There must be something there. She threw her hands out. They felt air. They felt space. She span on the spot, reaching out for something to show her where she was. As she span, the black became a blur, and in the blur, there was a light. Alexi became aware of this and stopped. Faded purple light somewhere over there. She reached for it, but her feet stayed rooted on the spot and she fell onto hard concrete underfoot. She turned on her stomach and looked up. Above her, she found it. Here it was, the source of the light.
A dark purple shadow glistened, and Alexi’s eyes focused. She gasped air in shock. It was a monster. A huge, cream beast, with fourteen tube-like, scaly, stinking legs erupting from the tummy of a body like a fierce wild cat. Its tail was thick like a lion’s, and wings ripped out from its back; shaggy, ragged, leathery, grotesque. Its nose was long on its face. Its snout was sniffing. Its eyes were straight, sharp shapes of dark purple- the source of the quivering light. Most fierce of all, the eyes. Glistening, sickening, mystery shone out of them and caught Alexi’s mind. They pushed her backwards into the darkness and she screamed.
Alexi pushed herself onto her knees and, tripping over the darkness, ran. Once again, the world was pitch black and unknown. The unknown was cold and huge, almost as terrible as the source of the light behind her, but she kept on running. Pushing herself forwards, through heavy nothing.
Her eyes screamed in agony as, suddenly, a blinding light encompassed her. She shielded herself, and the light pulled her away, took her up, into the air, through a tiny hole, and shoved her uncomfortably into a cramped place.
The dark returned, but it was no longer unknown. Alexi was inside something, something much smaller than she was, and her body was twisted absurdly to fit inside. She knew she was trapped. So cramped, so suffocated for space. The feeling was demeaning, like she no longer had control of her life. She couldn’t stand it any more, she wouldn’t put up with it. She shouted angrily at nobody and raised her hand to push against the shell, but her hand felt empty air.
Slits of light streamed through as Alexi opened her eyes. She lay still on her bed for a minute, moving herself from her horribly vivid dream back to her waking life, which seemed almost less real.
--------------------------------------------------
After a minute or two, Alexi felt fine and she pulled herself out of bed, brushed her short, messy, dark hair out of her striking blue eyes and pushed open her bedroom door.
Alexi’s bedroom was rather unusual as far as bedrooms go- it was made up of a tangled ball of leaves, twigs and bark, like a birds’ nest, and held high up in the trees by branches which poked into it. There was a wooden bridge which led from her door, along the treetops to more cocoon rooms, all sitting comfortably on branches more than fifty feet from the forest floor. However, this is where Alexi had spent her entire life, and so was not unusual to her at all.
As she walked across the wooden bridges that connected her home, pokemon chirped and scuttled around her. Butterfree flittered past busily, Nincada and Heracross scuttled up trunks, Pidgey chirped in their nests. Celebi flew past playfully.
Another unusual event that seemed so everyday to Alexi was the sighting of legendary pokemon. The island that Alexi and her parents lived on was home to many of the rarest, most valuable pokemon in existence, but as Alexi had never been away from her island, she was completely unaware that these pokemon were any more unusual than the Pidgey or Butterfree she heard every morning. This was simply how she had always known things to be.
Alexi lived on an island far away from anywhere else, impossible to pinpoint and impossible to reach by water or air. Thick cloud cover kept the island hidden from anyone watching outside. It was a place where legendary pokemon came to hide from the rest of the world. It was the place they lived when they weren’t needed elsewhere. It was their home, their sanctuary, as it was Alexi’s.
Alexi reached the door to her parents’ bedroom and knocked politely. After a minute, her blonde, notably beautiful mother, Sandrine, pushed it open sleepily and let her inside.
“Good morning, precious. Did you sleep all right?” she asked her only daughter.
“No, it was terrible.”
Her father, Xander, with Alexi’s dark hair and blue eyes and a chiseled, well-worn face, pushed himself up in bed and looked at her.
“What’s wrong, Alexi? What happened?”
“Oh, nothing major. I had a yucky dream, that’s all. It was really vivid, and I woke up all shaky and sweaty.”
“Oh, that sounds terrible, darling,” her mother consoled. “What was it about?”
Alexi paused for a minute, not really wanting to recount the events of the dream, but her mother’s worried face made her continue.
“I was in the dark, and I was looking for light. And then I saw this monster thing, like a pokemon but much bigger. It was kind of like a lion, and it had lots of legs…”
Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember the rest of the dream, but her parents’ shocked expressions made her stop.
“What? What is it?” she asked them.
“Are you hurt?” her mother asked, concerned, checking her arms and legs for signs of bruising.
“No, of course not, don’t worry, it was only a dream, it’s nothing to get so worked up about. What’s wrong? What’s the matter? Did I see something I shouldn’t have?”
Her father stood up out of bed in his nightclothes and pulled on a dressing gown.
“Alexi, stay here. Your mother and I need to have a talk with some of the pokemon. Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be back in a minute.” He gave a knowing but worried look at Sandrine, and they turned and walked out into the morning. Sandrine pulled the door shut in what she had wanted to seem as a calm, normal way.
“Just stay here, possum, we’ll be back soon.”
The door clicked shut and Alexi was left alone in her parents’ bedroom. She sat down on the bed and, after a moment, fell back into it, thinking feverishly.
What had just happened? What had her dream meant? Where had her parents gone to? And why were they treating her like a little child? She was nearly thirteen and a half, after all, a perfectly grown-up, responsible age. She didn’t need to be given instructions like ‘stay put’ any more. She could look after herself now.
Annoyed, she sat upright again and looked around the room for something to keep her occupied while she waited. There was hardly anything in the bedroom apart from the large double-bed which she was sitting on, a bedside table with a lamp on it, and the old chest which stayed against the wall eternally and was always locked. She knew this, because she had tried to open it countless times. Her mother always said to her “Whatever you do, don’t go looking around our room when we’re not watching. What’s there is ours, and private, and doesn’t concern you, and if something’s locked, it’s locked for a reason.” Of course, since the day she said it, Alexi had been longing to open the box and see what treasures it held- nothing like reverse psychology for a curious tthirteen-year-old mind- but unfortunately for her, there was absolutely no chance she would ever see what was inside as her father kept the keys to it around his neck and only took them off when he went to bed and the door to the bedroom was locked.
And then, a wonderful thought occurred to Alexi, and she laughed out loud, because she couldn’t help herself. Her father had left rather abruptly this morning, and when he got out of bed, he had forgotten to take the keys from his bedside table. And now she, Alexi, was alone, in her parent’s bedroom, with the keys to the chest she had wanted to open for so long. Obviously, the fact that her father was so preoccupied with the dream she had had that he had forgotten to take his precious keys with him was a sign that he was extremely nervous about something and Alexi was probably in a lot of danger, but Alexi ignored this thought and pulled open the drawer of the bedside table eagerly. Sure enough, gleaming in the early morning light, were the keys to the eternally locked chest.
She grabbed them, ran to the chest, and shoved them in the keyhole. There was a satisfying click and she pushed the lid open. It was heavy, and creaked loudly. Alexi stuck her head inside the dusty chest and peered into the dark. It was full of pieces of paper, and folders and books and things. All completely boring- Thousands of pieces of paper are never a thirteen-year-old's idea of a good time. She opened one of the brown, dog-eared folders, looking for some kind of illustration for the story the papers told, and she screamed loudly without meaning to, and fell back on her tailbone with a fright.
The heavy wooden lid slammed shut with a huge crash and the lamp on the bedside table wobbled.
Alexi lay on the hard floor, looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily, unable to comprehend what she had seen. There, in the chest her parents had kept from her since she was born, was a clear, bright photo of the monster from her dream.
It was real.
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