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Bug III

SlowCrow

Fence Crow
Well, this is a bit awkward.

Hello, I'm SlowCrow, a fic writer and a new member to this whole board. Actually this is more or less my first time writing a fic (to an extent) and posting it on a busy forum such as this one. This fic was written quite a while ago, almost three months ago, and I finally decided to post it. I'm new to this "fic writing" thing, so I'd like to see long reviews, thought out posts, and comments that tell me what I'm doing right and/or wrong along with what I can do to improve. The mood here changes from time to time, so I'm required to say:

THIS FIC IS RATED PG-PG-13 FOR LANGUAGE, POSSIBILITY OF DISTURBING IMAGES, AND BLOOD.


Prologue

Everything you see before you is real. There are no supernatural monsters, ghosts, demons, undead, nor other worldly beings amongst you. The beings you may see in a motion picture, book, or television program are purely fictional. The monsters that haunt your dreams will never be real. It is our sole duty to keep it that way. - the D.A.C.U pledge

Twelve miles underground lied an advanced security complex, the only reason for its existance was to contain the one object that had the power to produce monsters that would tear reality apart in an instant. The complex itself was heavily gaurded from outside intruders by its arsenal of ironically well known but complicated arrays of cameras, motion sensors, pressure pads, several key card activated doors, infared lasers, and scanners to go to lower levels. The most secretive and deleterious defence was the compound's gaurds; they were completely robotic beings that only awakened to kill intruders that set foot on the lowest level of the compound, leaving them nothing more than ashes that coated the floors of the complex. There were no beings that were able to completely penitrate the complex's defences until one faithful day: December 16th, 1992...

The hollow, heavy, metallic sounds of the gaurds' steps against the metal floor were the only thing that echoed out in the compound. The footsteps reflected the inside of the compound and the gaurds: cold, lifeless, and uniform. Every movement in the compound has been the same for twenty years, which made it all the more alarming when sharp whiring filled the air.

As soon as the whirring started, the guards closest to the elevator automatically reacted, turning the upper half of their bodies on an axis to face the elevator, prepared their arm mounted guns to fire, and waited for the intruder to appear. Now only the low drone of eletrical humming could be heard as the elevator came to a slow halt. A very slow, screeching halt that seemed to last for minutes.

Finnaly, the elevator doors slid open.

Inside was a single man, clad in a baggy, jet black jumpsuit, who was soon dotted by neon red points. Holding up a blank card, he adressed himself in a very firm tone, "Aaron Ace, D.A.C.U rank ten official, containment unit disposal."

The red points soon moved over the blank card in a frantic frenzy before dying out. The guards disarmed their weapons and most of them returned to their patrols, leaving one behind. The lone guard turned back around on its axis and hurriedly moved down the corridor with Aaron Ace closely behind.

---

Damn, it's dark. The term "pitch black" seemed like an understatement to this room. Wait, I'm supposed to turn this--

"ARGH!" an all too audible scream of pain sounded out.

A figure, who had turned on his very luminous flashlight, covered his eyes in reaction to the stark contrast of light and darkness. The light revealed a man who was wearing a ski mask and a strange, thick vest with an orange crystal on the center. Taking a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light, the figure went to pick up his dropped flashlight.

Okay, if I can get this far without being caught, I can get past these doors no problem,

The masked man turned his attention and his flashlight to the large, steel doors that towered over him, being 12 feet higher than he was.

Here I go!

The figure dropped his flashlight and made a mad dash toward the door, obviously intending to crash into it. As the man made contact with the door, he phased right though it, ending up on the other side. Amazingly, it was even darker there.

Whew, that door was 2 meters thick and I'm still alive.

The figure glanced at the orange crystal on his vest and saw that the red, glowing liquid inside was halfway depleted. He then turned his head to the next door, at least the door that he believed that was there.

This time, I'm running all the way to the end,

The figure took in a deep breath before dashing at the door before and phasing through it, running past one, and another, and another, and another...

And there it is...it's kinda small though,

The masked man gazed at the red and white sphere, no more than three centimeters in diameter that was behind a glass case, illuminated by a heavenly light that came from above, the only thing lit in the room. There were more than eight different keypads, complicated locks, and sophisticated scanners that were around the case, but the figure had no intention of figuring them out. He crept up to the case and slowly put his hand out, which phased though the glass, and grabbed the small sphere.

YES! Now I just have to--

The man tried to pull his hand out of the glass, it didn't budge. He pulled harder. Nothing. He quickly looked at his vest, mentally facepalming himself for his stupidity. He forgot to check the amount of liquid in the crystal, and now it was empty.

Oh, come on! Now what?

The masked man now gave a perplexed look on his face as he though of ways to get his hand out of the glass. In rememberance, he looked at his free hand to see he had another orange crystal on his glove, completely full. The man then tapped the orange crystal on his trapped hand and freed it. Now he could get out.

Wait...weren't there gaurds that were supposed to have already killed me by now? Well, I guess it was just some fluff to keep people away from this place.

With no further thought, the man phased out of the room, not noticing a small, mettalic chunk of metal on the floor that was half-buried in a mound dust.

That was all that was left of the seven gaurds in the room.

---

Aaron Ace was now officially what most people call "****** off" at this point. The guard was fiddling with the keycard machine (again) and kept swiping the card the wrong way (again) and failed to put the confirmation code into the keypad when he did get the card in the right way (again). Aaron would have oppened it himself if the gaurd didn't destroy anybody that came within three feet of it. This was the last locked door until they would get to the vault that had the item Aaron was looking for. After several tries the doors were finally opened. Aaron stepped into the room, taking the long way around the robotic gaurd, who stood in place. Aaron cautiously asked the robot (due to any loud noise triggering its attack), "Well, are you coming?".

"Guard: door." the guard replied in a heavily gurgled, robotic tone.

As Aaron Ace already had clearance to enter the vault, he continued without the gaurds' permission. As soon as he looked to the other side of the room, he was shocked by the lack of light, and thinness of the air. He continued, venturing deeper and deeper into the vault, talking to himself to drown out the uncomfortable silence, not noticing the flashlight on the floor.

What Aaron looking for lays even deeper in this place, to a place where even the darkness stays away, fearing what is here. Behind five doors that were all six feet think lies what is being guarded, a small, familiar, red and white spherical object. A Pokéball as they called it, mostly because it looked exactly like the ones seen in the popular video games. The Pokéball held a Pokémon so powerful that reality would warp the moment the Pokémon was released. As soon as it was destroyed, the world would be safe.

After two or so hours of waiting for the vault's massive doors to open, he had finally reached the Pokéball, which will soon be taken to be destroyed.

...

But it wasn't there.


(Comments?)
 
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Aw, what the heck. I might as well follow this as you post it over here.

Okay, so... what's with that expositionary paragraph? o_O Why aren't you giving that information in the actual story instead of in a random paragraph before the beginning? Or rather, that is if we actually need to know this information - and if not, why is it there?

Regardless, I shall now point out typos and mistakes in this paragraph since you have chosen to make it act like a part of the story even when it isn't really.

Should be "fic's", since this is singular.

where something is being guarded heavily guarded
An extra "guarded".

The guards march and patrol every hallway clad in a metallic armor and opaque visors
The first thing this made me think of was the Evil Overlord List. You know, "My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones." Of course, I'd just in general hope the visors are not actually opaque, because that would mean the guards can't see through them either and are patrolling completely blindly.

I somehow don't think these are the images you want to be going through your reader's head right now.

not stopping or even give a slight hint that there actually humans, not machines
Should be "not stopping or even giving", since "stopping" and "giving" have to be in the same form, and "they're" actually humans, not machines - "there" is the one you use when you say something is "over there" or "there is a cat". If you're going for "they are", it's "they're".

Add motion sensors,several key card activated doors
Space after that comma.

It's spelled "Prologue". G before U. Or "prolog" in American English, but that spelling looks ugly and nobody uses it.

I wouldn't have quotation marks around onomatopoeia; they work fine without them.

not looking that much different than one of the Men in Black
Ack. Never make an objective narrator throw around pop culture references. It's fine if you're writing from the point of view of somebody who has seen Men in Black, but you're not. Besides that the reference seems all too comical.

The first paragraph of the actual prologue reads a bit... flat. You talk about tension, but I'm not feeling any; it's told too casually, too "this happened and then that happened"-like. Referring separately to the whir of the elevator three times especially broke the mood you were trying to create; it would have worked much better if you'd started with the clunks and clanks of the boots on the floor and then moved on to the elevator's whir which makes everyone stop, whirl around and get ready to shoot a possible intruder. Right now it seems kind of clunky.

"Where is it?" asked the man, not moving from the elevator.
Why hasn't he stepped out of it yet? Isn't it kind of the automatic reaction when your elevator arrives at your floor? In fact, I think in real life the doors would have closed on his nose already. Is there any reason for him to still be in the elevator at this point?

"Where is what?" blankly answered the lone guard.
The word order of the dialogue tags feels really, really strange to me. I'm not a native speaker, of course, but it screams out wrong to my personal sense of the English language.

"I don't have time to play 20 questions with you, I came here to destroy the containment unit."
You should write out "twenty" in letters, that comma should be a period because you've got whole, unconnected sentences on both sides of it, and the period should be a comma since you're following this with a dialogue tag. Admittedly I'm not quite sure why he would "add" this "with slight annoyance" when the guard didn't actually say anything in between. I mean, the guard asked one question; I'd understand him making a twenty questions reference if the guard had asked him multiple questions, but this hardly warrrants one, and it seems especially strange of him to specifically decide to waste more of his precious time to add this when the guard has in fact not even said anything at all since the last thing the MIB man himself said. Why doesn't he just say "I came here to destroy the containment unit" and leave it at that?

He gave the card to the guard, who apparently seemed unable to read through his visor and started to move it into a better light.
Oh, wow. Their boss really needs to read the Evil Overlord List.

Do you know what that means?".
Lose the period at the end.

The guard gave a blank expression through his visor
Wait, how does Aaron see that, what with the visors being opaque (and enough so for the guards being unable to read through them)? Unless they're designed to make it hard for the guards to see out of but easier to see in, which is... pretty stupid.

causing Aaron to finally lose his patience,
You can't "lose your patience" a sentence the way that you can "say" a sentence. In other words, this is not a dialogue tag and therefore that comma should be a period.

So far, it reads a lot like a really clichéd action movie, but obviously Pokémon are going to get involved and such, so...

Damn it was dark. The term "pitch black" seemed like an understatement to this dark. Wait, I'm supposed to turn this--
I don't think people usually think in past tense, and those italics are clearly thoughts. So yeah. And put a comma after "Damn". And I think you should be using "darkness" instead of "dark" in the second sentence, but don't count on it.

The "ARGH" seems a bit weird when it's just there. Does he say it aloud? Is it a thought? Then format it that way.

The figure was blinded by his flashlight, which he turned on to help him see through this darkness, which was now burning his eyes in the stark contrast of darkness and light.
Right now you're saying that "this darkness" is what was burning his eyes. Pretty much the entire sentence is awkwardly structured and worded either way; I'd suggest rewording it entirely.

He then looked (the term saw cannot be used) at the next door
...what? How can he look at the door if he can't see it? Just say he turned his gaze towards where he assumed the next door would be; he's not looking at it if he doesn't actually see it.

The sound of pounding feet filled the small space between the figure and the door
Huh? If it's his own feet that are pounding, they're obviously not filling the space between himself and the door; they're filling exactly the space where he is located at each given moment. I think what you're trying to say is that the sound of pounding feet filled the space between the door and where the "figure" was before he started running, but this is just... very awkward.

OH COME ON! Now what?
Capitals generally don't work well in writing except when implying particularly loud speech, which this is not. You could just write "Oh, come on!" (Notice the comma.)

It seems awkward to refer to him as "the figure". That would imply something seen from afar, while we've been following this person for the past few paragraphs already and have (hypothetically) gotten a good look at him already.

The figure now gave a perplexed look on his face as he though of ways to get hs hand out of the glass. The figure spent 3 minutes thinking of ways to get his hand out
Major redundancy here in two adjacent sentences... Also, write out numbers under 100, especially ones as small as "three". And you made a typo - to get his hand out of the glass.

There was no air in the room.
...and in the three minutes you've explicity told us he's been in there figuring out how to get his hand out, he hasn't noticed this?

The figure looked at his free hand to see he had another orange crystal on his glove, completely full.
I'm still trying to make out how it can possibly have been there all along without him noticing it. Maybe it's just been that dark all along or something? But then one would think that once in those three minutes he'd have thought to look at his other hand. I definitely would have.

The guard was fiddling with the keycard machine (again) and kept swiping the card the wrong way (again) and failed to put the confirmation code into the keypad when he did get the card in the right way (again). This has been going on for several floors, 8 to be exact.
This was amusing all the way until you got to this having happened at eight different floors. Jokes can only go so far before they become to impossible to be funny.

Aaron stepped into the room and waited for the guard to follow. Aaron sighed and spat, "Well, are you coming?".
Seems awkward to have two sentences in a row start with "Aaron". Might want to reword this one way or another.

"Well, are you coming?".
Again, get rid of the extra period.

"I don't know the codes to open the doors, I just guessed the numbers." the guard replied with embarrassment.
...and why hasn't the guard thought to mention this before? Furthermore, why doesn't Aaron either know the codes or have some arrangements for getting somebody who does know them to escort him to the containment unit instead of relying on random dumb guards who don't know them?

Not to mention that their security system must be really, really awful if he managed to get through eight floors just guessing numbers.

(Nobody at the base liked that dipstick anyway).
Uncapitalize the N.

he was shocked by the lack of light, and thinness of the air.
Remove the comma (since "thinness of the air" is not a full sentence, and the comma-and combination always connects two full sentences) and I'd also use "the thinness of the air".

What Aaron looking for lies even deeper in this place, to a place where even the darkness stays away, fearing what is here.
This sentence has so many problems I don't even know where to begin. Reword seriously while thinking of the poor grammars, please?

Behind five doors that are all 6 feet think
"Six feet thick", you mean. And what's with the sudden present tense?

As long it was here, the world shall be safe.
And that's past and present tense in the same sentence. "As long as it was there, the world would be safe." No dramatic "shall", sorry.

Yet again, remember to write out numbers.

which will soon be taken to be destroyed.
Random present tense again. Why have you managed to stay in past tense for the entire prologue until suddenly now in the past couple of paragraphs when you start mixing things up horribly?

Anyway. The entire millitary base with badass MIB dudes and dumb guards with opaque visor helmets reeks of cliché, but hopefully this part will be a little less stereotypical as this goes on. The middle portion was a lot more interesting although it had its problems. Your writing is a little iffy and awkward at times, failing to create the suspense you intend to, but that's something that comes with practice. We don't know much at the moment, but the general plot sounds like it has the potential to be promising, at the very least, even if this prologue seems to have a lot of logical problems to it. I'll see how it goes in the next chapter.
 
There are alot of typos as Dragonfree said so I won't bother going on about those and Dragonfree alot of things in the prologue that indeed are very cliché so there's no need to rant on and on and on about that.

On the plus side you had alot of description in it so that makes it a much more interesting read.
 
o_o This is surprising. I never expected for a long winded review such as this one and let alone being from you, Butterfree. Last person I expected.

As for the comment itself, I appreciate the thought that went into it and to point out various things that were wrong. Looking back it it, it was really horrible compared to what I write after this prologue in every possible way. Luckily, the next chapter (which hopefully won't fall face flat >_<) is more refined and logical, to an extent. As for the feel you have right now, it could go in two directions:

1. It will just be dropped and the feel will get that much darker.
2. My other attempts at tension will fall face flat also.

Looks like that prologue, along with the post itself, will need a complete revamp (read: total rewrite). While I do that (which should have been the first thing I've done), I hope this will be the first chapter of the fic that is satisfactory. Here it is:

Chapter One: Warning, Virus Detected

INTRUDER ALERT, INTUDER ALERT!

Those were the last words I heard before I was sent to this place; I don't even know where I was. All I know that I was arrested, interrogated, and sent away, somewhere far away. Now my only friends were the smell of must and the darkness. I was a master at the art of thievery; I actually was never caught on tape before, until I was caught for that damned 5 seconds on film, which was more than enough to sentence me to this place. It was fifteen years ago. I was offered 1 billion dollars, all of it being legal, to go steal something using my "expertise".

Funny, I was looking for legal money and I was a thief.

Looking back at it now, all I regret is getting my hand stuck in that stupid glass box. I could have avoided getting caught in that box, I would have gotten away with my freedom and that money...But what was in that ball that was so important? Why did I risk everything on something I had no other knowledge about other than "it's a small, red and white sphere."

....

"BORING AS FUDGE!" exclaimed a droning voice that came out of nowhere.

The setting was Ms. Larsting's literature class, Trenton, New Jersey, the year 2007, fifteen years after the disappearance of the Pokéball. The classroom had several posters of reading, writing, and comprehension tips along with a few computers in the back. The class was discussing a book, written by an anonymous writer who talked about his life in solitary confinement. The classroom was small and was packed with students, but one stood out. It was a student with messy black hair who had an unusual tendency to wear blue who was using a computer in the back, munching away at some potato chips.

"Excuse me Mr. Sotnas?" Ms. Larsting asked the student in the back, offended.

The student kept using the computer and answered, "I said it was boring as fudge. When I say fudge, I mean another 'f' word but--"

"Caasi! This book is a fine piece of--" Ms. Larsting started before being cut off by the student.

"Literature, and it should be respected...like always." the student finished Ms. Larsting's sentence with a bored demeanor.

"What do you mean 'like always'?" Ms. Lasting hissed at the student.

"You bring in any book you get your hands on, no matter how bad it is, and bring it to school. When somebody comments if its hard to follow or the plot's just stupid, you say that its 'fine literature' and nag how books are important. Now you bring a book written by a nut in some prison who kept a journal. Yet again you say its 'fine literature', but its not. You're supposed to bring in meaningful books, not random trash. I don't think you're even doing your job right," Caasi rudely commented, bringing "ooohs" from the several students, all turning to see Ms Larsting's reaction.

"That's it! Go to the--" Ms. Larsting started to bark before noticing the student she was scolding was already walking toward the door.

Caasi had already beaten her to leaving the classroom and heading towards the principal's office before she commanded him to, leaving Ms. Larsting enraged, again. He shoved the remainder of his potato chips into his pocket before continuing down the hallway. Caasi started one of his 'inward monologues' to entertain him while he made his way down the hall.

"Meh, I'm sent out this way a lot. I'm always eating some random food, making a rude comment about the books on purpose, and being yelled at to go to the principal's office. It's not that I like being sent out to the principal's office, but its' better than the bul--wait...that's a little offensive. Maybe the books that Ms. Larsting picks out are not THAT bad, but are still bad." Caasi started thought, almost regretting on insulting Ms. Larsting's taste on books as he rounded the corner of the hallway.

"Wait, what? Her books ARE that bad:"The Adventures of Someguy in this Make-Believe Place", "This Stupid Sci-Fi Novel", "So Thick, It's a Brick"? Dude, they're so bad that even their titles are total c--" Caasi's train of thought came to a complete halt, along with his legs. Caasi froze and took a whiff of a substance that caught his attention:

Smoke.

Something was on fire, and he could hear screaming...familiar screaming. Without even realizing it, Caasi was screaming on the top of his lungs and running away towards the other end of the hallway.

The reason for that was the fact the whole left wing of the school was on fire and Caasi was just down the hallway from the flames that burned a hole right to the first floor.

Looking back as he ran, if he didn't know better, he would have said he just witnessed a little piece of hell. Panic overtook him as he caught a simple glimpse of the flames that turned everything it touched into ashes in seconds. Whatever withstood the heat was glowing an ominous blood red and vaporising into a gas. The hellish scene was complete with pits of white hot flames, fire erupting from seemingly random places which blackened everything to a crisp, people's screams that were quickly silenced, and was topped off with a silhouette that seemed to be at home with the fire, the local demon.

When the images all finally played back in his mind, Caasi stopped, dead in his tracks again. "Demon?" Caasi though, looking back at the flames to see nothing but the all consuming fire creeping farther into the hallway. Without further questioning, he bolted down the hallway and around the corner where the fire alarm was located. Caasi quickly lifted the protective covering, coughing from the smoke, and made a mad reach for the "ALARM" lever.

It didn't respond. The fire was staged.

"This is just insane, nobody would do this on purpose!" Caasi thought to himself, denying the grim scenario he was in. Caasi quickly looked back, smoke stinging his eyes, to see that the all consuming fire had quickly caught up to him.

"What?! Fire can't move that fast!"Caasi thought to himself in disbelief as he turned around to make a mad dash for the stairs to the ground floor that was just a few meters away from him. He stopped and looked in pure horror to see that the fire engulfed the stairs that were closest from him, trapping him from both sides. Caasi backed up against the wall, not knowing what else to do. Caasi felt a bulge on his lower back, a doorknob. He turned around to see the most beautiful sight of his life, Ms. Larsting's class, which had a fire escape that he could use. Caasi turned around, turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, eyes shedding tears from happiness and from the smoke burning his eyes.

His expression quickly turned from happiness to disgust and horror as he saw the most horrific sight of his life.

Bodies were mangled, blackened to a crisp and thrown across the room, fear still visible on their charred faces. Several students and acquaintances were nothing but charcoal, especially Ms. Larsting. Desks, chairs, and we tossed aside and pushed over to form some kind of barrier, which seemed to have been futile since charred bodies also lay behind the barrier.

Caasi looked at the destruction that lay before him, horrified on how such destruction could be made in such a short time. " Damn, just damn...whatever did this had to be some sort of monster to--"

His thoughts were interrupted as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up stiff and a cold chill ran down his spine.

The sounds of chewing and smacking emitted from somewhere in the room, and it wasn't coming from him.

SOMETHING was still in the room with him. Ignoring his common sense, Caasi slowly crept towards the noise, looking for the source of the noise until is ears told him exactly where the noise was coming from: the closet where emergency supplies were stored.

Then he saw it. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Almost hidden in the darkness of the closet was a short, demonic figure. Something about it was familiar; the figure was human shaped in anatomy, yet it had bright red scaly skin, one round horn coming from the back of its head, razor sharp claws, and had a tail that ended with a blazing flame. It wasn't a human to any extent, let alone a regular animal. It was one of many creatures that were only supposed to be fictional beings, a Pokémon. Being a fan of these beings for quite a while now, Caasi knew each one's name, attributes, elemental type, powers, and weaknesses by heart. It didn't take him long to realize that the demonic figure was a Charmeleon. It was eating something from the closet, apparently starved to death. It stopped momentarily to raise its head from its food, making Caasi twitch in surprise, but it luckily went back to its eating.

"That was close, but how is a freaking Charmeleon even here? Why would it be here, and why would it do all this? This is too much to--"

A badly charred desk gave out behind Caasi, landing with an all too audible "thud".

The Charmeleon raised its head from its unknown meal.

"Don't look back...don't look back," Caasi mentally pleaded to the Charmeleon.

It turned around.

"Just go back to eating," Caasi mentally begged, half knowing what was to come if the creature saw him.

It looked directly at Caasi, who could only give a wide eyed stare.

The Charmeleon sniffed the air around Caasi twice, backing its head slowly

"This is the part where I get eaten," Caasi dourly thought to himself, closing his eyes to wait for the imminent lunge for his throat.

Nothing happened.

Caasi peeked to see the Charmeleon standing perfectly still, only giving him a cold, empty stare.

Caasi mentally sighed again, "OK, staring is good. Now I can just make a run for the fire es--"

The Charmeleon suddenly gave a terrifyingly loud, throaty snarl before opening its jaws and lunging forward at Caasi's throat.

---

A door slid open in a dark room illuminated by the light of three computer screens. In the front of the computers sat an aged man, his grey hair brushed back, and wore a black suit, blending him into the darkness. Another figure, a short, fat man wearing a white lab coat, entered the room, out of breath.

"Yes?" the aged man asked without turning around in his chair. "What is it?"

The figure spoke between his panting, "We have a...situation...in a school...on fire." The figure then held out a folder, filled with papers, to the man in front of the computer.

"We're not firefighters, Dr. Ghordine, we only respond to serious situations, not regular fires," the man seated in front of the monitors icily told the figure.

"But sir--"

"The last time you said that we had a situation, the bakery was out of chocolate cake. Now leave." the suited man retorted, keeping his icy tone.

"It's a work of a Pokémon sir, and its turning into a sce--" Dr. Ghordine started explaining, before the aged man quickly turned around in his chair and snatched the folder Dr. Ghordine was still holding.

The man quickly started to skim the contents of the paper, flipping quickly through the documents before handing the folder back to Dr. Ghordine. "Get D.A.C.U agents 65, 23, and 40 on it. Tell them we have a fire Pokémon and to use extreme caution." the aged man commanded.

"Uh, right sir." Dr. Ghordine blankly obeyed before waddling out the door.

The grey haired man turned around his chair, nervously eying the computer monitors. "I have a feeling that this case will only get more complicated." the man thought as he skimmed the papers in the folder. He stopped dead when the leftmost computer displayed a message in red. The suit clad man immediately stood up, spilling the papers all over the floor, before bolting out the door, yelling frantically for Dr. Ghordine.

The computer read: Bug III Activity Detected.

They had a Bugged Pokémon at the school, and more were on their way.

---

The hellish fire that was on the outside of the classroom was burning it's way though the wall quickly, and time was running out. The fire escape that was Caasi's only safe method of escape from the building, but it was gone now. He was again cornered by the fire.

"Get off me!" Caasi demanded as he tried to wrestle the Charmeleon off.

The Charmeleon rebelled by trying to slash Caasi's torso, but Caasi grabbed the Charmeleon's arms and held them away from his body. Now without the use of its arms, the Charmeleon opened its jaws again to bite Caasi's throat. Before the Charmeleon had the chance to attack, a charred section of the ceiling material collapsed with enough racket to distract the Charmeleon. Caasi took this chance to release both arms from the large lizard's arms and to then quickly send both fists onto the lizard, one to the face, another onto the stomach. The Charmeleon fell to the side in recoil, giving Caasi the chance to roll away and to get back to his feet.

Something struck him as “odd” at this point. He single-handedly took down a Charmeleon which was supposed to be stronger, and faster than him and had the ability to use fire, which it strangely didn't. Unfortunately, Caasi lost concentration for a mere second which could have helped him avoid the large lizard that was charging at him at full speed—

Indeed, the Charmeleon was charging at Caasi, who was caught off guard and knocked down to the floor. This time, the Charmeleon gave him no chance to escape and pinned both of Caasi’s arms down with its scaly claws. Hovering over Caasi with its eerily cold, blank stare, the lizard once again revealed its razor sharp teeth. In a flash, it once again lunged for Caasi’s throat. The screaming even pierced the thunderous crackling of the fire just outside the door.

"NO!" Caasi hollered, knowing it would be his final word before the clutches of death took hold.

They never did.

Only mere inches away from Caasi's throat was the Charmeleon, frozen with its jaws wide open.

Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he tried to give the lizard another order, "Off?"

The Charmeleon was animated once more, obeyed the order; releasing its grip from Caasi's arms and backed away from Caasi.

"If it follows orders, why didn't it get off me earlier when I yelled at it?" Caasi wondered, the attack replaying in his mind. Seeing that the Charmeleon was patiently awaiting for orders, Caasi tried another order, "Go back to doing what you were before,"

The Charmeleon tilted its head to the side in confusion.

"OK, so long sentences confuse it. What about something shorter?" Caasi looked at the large lizard thats stood before him and took out the bag of leftover chips in his pocket. "Eat." Caasi ordered, throwing the bag to the center of the room.

The Charmeleon sprang into action, chasing after the bag like an excited dog, tore half of the bag off, and started to snack on the contents.

“This is just stupid,” Caasi told himself as he brushed the rubble from his clothes. However, another thing struck him as odd this time. The room was filled with mangled bodies, burned to a crisp, and thrown across the room, not just slashed to bits as they were. Some bodies also had a strange point of impact, as if they were hit by something at going at a high speed. So whatever did this must have been a fire type (dur), be able to move at amazing speeds, and have a powerful jaw attack that could tear flesh. Which Pokémon could possibly do all of that?

The answer came crashing though the wall.

It emerged from the flames, slowly revealing itself. It appeared to be a large tiger, complete with menacing teeth, orange fur with black stripes. It had three odd features for a tiger: the fluffy cream colored mane and the just as fluffy cream tail, accompanied by a dog-like muzzle. It was an Arcanine.

The Arcanine growled ominously as it entered the room, scanning for something. Caasi dashed behind the charred remains of a large, turned over desk in the front of the room. Caasi could sense that it wanted to kill by the look in its eyes and the ominous aura that came with it. The Arcanine started to sniff the air, picking up a scent. It then ran over to the desk Caasi was hiding behind, picked it up in its powerful jaws, and chucked it across the room. The flying desk nearly hit the still snacking Charmeleon, who didn’t seem to notice a desk fly just over his head and smash into the fire escape, which then collapsed.

Caasi didn’t look behind him; he knew that he was cornered.

The Arcanine’s muzzle then started to glow a faint orange, before opening his mouth to reveal what he planned on doing.

It was planning to cook Caasi with a Flamethrower. The ceiling had other plans.

It was either luck or divine intervention, but the ceiling above the Arcanine collapsed, burying the tiger in rubble and leaving the rest of the room intact. Caasi, who was awaiting his certain end, turned his head while staying in his crouched position to see that the Arcanine did emerge from from the rubble.

Caasi, still surprised, slowly got up and examined the pile of rubble. It still didn’t move. This would have mattered more if the floor didn’t start to sink.

“Gah!” Caasi yelped as he jumped away from the sinking floor. He looked at how the floor sank: the wall on the other side of the room was collapsing, and the floor started to part and slope down to the lower floor. He then knew what was happening. The school was structurally unsound due to the unrelenting fire burning away at the school’s support columns and walls, weakening them. In other words:

The school was going to collapse, and he had no way out.

To make matters worse, the fire and smoke from the hallway now seeped in through the massive hole in the wall consumed the entire left side of the room, slowly creating a perimeter around the room. The smoke was becoming too much for Caasi’s lungs and eyes, his eyes feeling like they were melting, and his lungs filling with hot lead. He collapsed to the floor, coughing wildly and eyes still burning. He was surrounded by fire, the building was about to collapse at any second, and there was nobody to rescue him…unless…

“Charmeleon!” Caasi was able to say in the general direction of the lizard, which was hopefully still in the room.

No answer.

“Charmeleon!” Caasi called out again after having a coughing fit.

Still no answer.

“CHARMELEON!” Caasi loudly bellowed with desperation to the lizard.

There was no response, just the thunderous crackling of the fire that will soon burn him to a crisp, just like the various scorched corpses in the room. Or at least, that’s what he thought until he felt something sharp poke at his side.

Caasi looked up, still coughing, at the red lizard that stood before him, now with a confused look on his scaly face. That sight was better than any fire escape than Caasi could think of, with an extraordinary resistance to fire, the ability to break down the walls of the school, and the ability to guide Caasi to the outside; it was the best chance he had to escape, even though it tried to kill him earlier.

The Charmeleon poked Caasi’s side again, making a slow waving motion with his arm. The arm was blurry due to Caasi’s eyes basically burning a hole though his head, but he could make out a silver bag in between its claws. Caasi smirked, the Charmeleon was out of chips and it wanted more.

Perfect.

Caasi slowly stood up with a grin on his face, trying his hardest not to cough. “If you want more, you’ll have to do something for me. Get me out of this school, and I’ll buy you three bags of those chips.” Caasi said in the most convincing tone he could to the lizard.

The Charmeleon, clearly not understanding English, gave another perplexed look on his face.

Caasi, not wasting any time, snatched the bag of potato chips from the Charmeleon’s claws, pointed to it, pointed to the still confused Charmeleon, pointed to himself, pointed to the empty bag again, made a gesture that meant both of them, pointed to the window outside, pointed to the floor, held both hands level and brought them down quickly, pointed to the Charmeleon again, then himself again, and finally brought the well known gesture of moving his finger across his throat (which meant death).

The Charmeleon, clearly more adept at understanding complicated gesturing than understanding English, quickly grabbed Caasi’s arm and dragged him to the closet in back of the room.

Now the smoke was nearly blinding him, but he could just see the blurry image of another opening in the wall, large enough for both of them to get through. Caasi held the Charmeleon’s dry, scaly skin tighter as he was yanked though the opening into the next room. He then heard a deafening rumble and could smell smoke in the air.

The room they were just in five seconds ago just collapsed.

That meant the room they’re in now wouldn't last long either. They had to move quickly. Then Caasi opened his eyes to see only one thing: a very dark, undersized room made mostly out of metal.

They had just jumped into an elevator shaft and were now falling.

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Again, write out numbers. "Five seconds".

It was 15 years ago, I was offered 1 billion dollars, all of it being legal, to go steal something using my "expertise".
Use a period after "It was 15 years ago". That's a full sentence on its own, unconnected to the rest of it.

"it's a small red, white sphere."
You should punctuate this as "it's a small, red and white sphere". You should use commas between multiple adjectives used to describe the same object if you could put an "and" between them, but here the sphere is both red and white, in that it is partly red and partly white, rather than simply being both at the same time, so you should put an and between them regardless.

At least I'm allowed to keep this journal, but nobody could be interested in it.
I'm a bit confused as to what the "nobody could be interested in it" is referring to in this context. Why is he, in jail (from what I understand, anyway), worrying about nobody being interested in his journal? It's not as if he's particularly trying to gather interest in it at this time, or at least I don't see why he should be.

The class was discussing a book, written by an anonymous writer who talks about his life in solitary confinement.
Random present tense again. You really need to try to stay in past tense throughout. You could do it in the first half of the prologue; why not now?

"Literature, and it should be respected...like always." the student finished Ms. Larsting's sentence with a bored demeanor.
Either put a comma at the end of the quote or a capital letter after it. The latter would work better in my opinion. Just remember you never put a lowercase letter after a period.

I don't think you're even doing your job right." Caasi rudely commented
That period should be a comma. What he's saying is what he's rudely commenting, so that's a dialogue tag, which is never separated from the actual dialogue with a period.

Okay, so Caasi... is gone before the teacher even notices? Doesn't seem very believable to me unless he can teleport.

Caasi's though train came to a complete halt, along with his legs.
I assume you were going with "thought train". Although isn't it generally referred to as a "train of thought"?

I don't think the paragraph break after that sentence belongs there. You could break the paragraph immediately before that sentence, but not after it. You should also reword either that sentence or the next so that they don't both begin with "Caasi".

Seems to take an awful long time for him to recognize it as smoke, particularly because a major amount of smoke is something that would really not make you spend a few seconds pondering what it is. Don't start off calling it "a substance that caught his attention". That's not what it is to him. He just catches a whiff of smoke and then he presumably starts thinking "oh **** the school is on fire" and starts doing something more productive than thinking about whether it's a darkly colored gas filled with ashes or whatever. You can include descriptions like that after he's found out it's smoke.

I've got to wonder why not even the smell of the smoke has reached Mrs. Larsting's classroom and why they haven't at least heard all the screams. I've also got to wonder how the heck Caasi managed not to notice any of this until he was six feet from the flames.

Caasi backed up against the wall, not knowing what else to do. Pressing back against the wall, Caasi felt a bulge on his lower back, a doorknob.
You repeat him pressing up against the wall.

which seemed to have been futile since charred bodies also lied behind the barrier
Caasi looked at the destruction that lied before him
Lay behind the barrier and before him. The past tense "lied" is only used for the kind of lying where you're saying something untrue. Definitely, definitely not the image you want in your reader's head right now.

horrified on how such destruction could be made in such a short time,
Period, not comma. This is not a dialogue tag as there is no speaking verb in it.

Caasi mentally sighed,"That was close, but how is a freaking Charmeleon even here? Why would it be here, and why would it do all this? Either it's a crazy nightmare or--"
I don't think sighing is what he should be doing here. He'd be doing that when he's out of the danger, which he right now is most definitely not and he of all people should know it. It also seems a bit odd to me that he would be mentally sighing the whole thing, which is what you're implying right now. If you meant to imply he mentally sighed and then thought all that, the comma should be a period; either way there should be a space after it.

I can't help wondering why Caasi isn't even attempting to make a run for the fire escape you mentioned.

loud, throaty, snarl
Lose the latter comma. It's not loud and throaty and snarl, after all. It's just a loud and throaty snarl.

In the front of the computers sat an aged man, his grey hair brushed back and wore a black suit
This sentence gives the impression that his gray hair was the one wearing the black suit. The reason is a missing comma after "brushed back". You sneak "his grey hair brushed back" into the sentence as an extra detail, and then it needs to be surrounded by commas on both sides, not just one.

"Yes?" the aged man asked without looking at the tired man, "What is it?"
It seems a bit awkward to refer to them both in the same sentence as "the [adjective] man" when the two adjectives are unrelated and not being used specifically to contrast the two men. Try to reword this somehow. You should also be using a period after the dialogue tag instead of a comma because the dialogue tag is referring to the line "Yes?" which is a sentence of its own.

"We're not firefighters, Dr. Ghordine, we only respond to serious situations, not regular fires." the aged man icily told the figure.
On the other hand, that period should be a comma. And the ones in the next few lines the aged man says, and by the way you really shouldn't use "the aged man" every time that you refer to him. You seem really confused about punctuating dialogue...

The reason for all this inconvenience started 8 minutes ago when the Charmeleon lunged at Caasi, who had narrowly avoided the lizard's deadly bite...
Are you trying to tell me he's been holding his own against the Charmeleon for eight whole minutes and they're still wrestling? I'm not buying it. Eight minutes are a LONG time for continuous fighting for one's life. Even more eyebrow-raising is the fact that everything about the following scene reads just like the Charmeleon was lunging at him just now; it seems to be making its first attempt to get to his throat and slash at his chest from the way you're writing it, and Caasi is really not giving off the impression he could hold off the Charmeleon's attacks for eight minutes straight.

...either that or the wrestling with Charmeleon was some sort of a flashback, in which case I have absolutely no idea why you felt the need to put in this paragraph. It does nothing but confuse. It doesn't create any additional suspense. Get rid of it.

single handedly
I believe that should usually be hyphenated.

Something struck him as “odd” at this point. For one, he single handedly took down a Charmeleon which was supposed to be stronger, and faster than him. Two, the whole school was on fire, meaning that whoever did this loved to use fire, but the Charmeleon didn’t use one fire attack during the fight. Thirdly, he was to busy thinking about the oddities of this situation to pay attention to the large lizard that was charging at him at full speed—
And it strikes me as very odd at this point that Caasi should manage to make his mind wander so much. He should be pumped full of adrenaline right now. All the survival switches should be on in his brain. It should not be possible for him to get so completely distracted from imminent danger by careful logical evaluation of the situation. In fact, I wouldn't think he would be able to evaluate the situation very logically until he was out of danger and could breathe again. I can see it striking him as pretty amazing that he could overcome the Charmeleon momentarily (depending on what his knowledge of Pokémon is, which I've been wondering about for the whole chapter since he recognized it as a Charmeleon) and maybe that the Charmeleon hadn't used any fire yet, but only striking him momentarily and not pulling him deep into thought.

So whatever did this must have been a fire type (dur), be able to move at amazing speeds, and have a powerful jaw attack that can tear flesh.
That could tear flesh. Past tense again.

a dog-like muzzel
Muzzle.

The room they were just in 5 seconds ago just collapsed.
Again, write out numbers.

That meant the room they’re in now won’t last long either, they had to move quickly.
The room they were in now, wouldn't last long either, and the comma should be a period since "They had to move quickly" is a sentence of its own.

Into an elevator shaft? And not into an elevator itself? Then why didn't they fall? o_O

Anyway, it was a pretty nice chapter, bringing us well into the action and doing a much better job at the suspense than the prologue. However, I have to say it is very evil of you not to leave any kind of hint as to what Caasi's knowledge of Pokémon is, considering you've already said this isn't happening in the actual Pokémon world.

Well. The plot seems interesting so far, and I look forward to seeing more. Do work on staying in past tense, writing out numbers and punctuating dialogue correctly, though.
 
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>_< Thanks for the comment, I knew there was something HORRIBLY wrong with Caasi's reaction in the first place. I shall edit that right now since it's less of a mess than the prologue. But first:

I assume you were going with "thought train". Although isn't it generally referred to as a "train of thought"?

I don't think the paragraph break after that sentence belongs there. You could break the paragraph immediately before that sentence, but not after it. You should also reword either that sentence or the next so that they don't both begin with "Caasi".

Seems to take an awful long time for him to recognize it as smoke, particularly because a major amount of smoke is something that would really not make you spend a few seconds pondering what it is. Don't start off calling it "a substance that caught his attention". That's not what it is to him. He just catches a whiff of smoke and then he presumably starts thinking "oh **** the school is on fire" and starts doing something more productive than thinking about whether it's a darkly colored gas filled with ashes or whatever. You can include descriptions like that after he's found out it's smoke.

I've got to wonder why not even the smell of the smoke has reached Mrs. Larsting's classroom and why they haven't at least heard all the screams. I've also got to wonder how the heck Caasi managed not to notice any of this until he was six feet from the flames.
>_< Good point on the whole smoke thing, getting rid of that whole description would be the best thing to do since I have a description on what he shortly then saw. The reason why the smell NOT reaching Ms. Larsting's class was that they're dead, as Caasi soon discovers.
The reason why they did not smell it earlier was because they were far away from the fire. Due to a lack of a better letter to represent the school, it's a cornered "U shape"; Ms. Larsting's class being on the top-left corner while the fire is 3/4 of the way into the arch of the "U", plus the fire's unusual ability to spread quickly and them dieing a fiery death afterwards, they had no time to realize that there was a fire. <_< But that wasn't made clear yet again...

Can't help wondering why Caasi isn't even attempting to make a run for the fire escape you mentioned.
Wouldn't you forget what you're doing if you saw a Pokemon in your closet? The shock will hold you over for at least a few seconds, more than enough for that Pokemon to pounce.

And it strikes me as very odd at this point that Caasi should manage to make his mind wander so much. He should be pumped full of adrenaline right now. All the survival switches should be on in his brain. It should not be possible for him to get so completely distracted from imminent danger by careful logical evaluation of the situation. In fact, I wouldn't think he would be able to evaluate the situation very logically until he was out of danger and could breathe again. I can see it striking him as pretty amazing that he could overcome the Charmeleon momentarily (depending on what his knowledge of Pokémon is, which I've been wondering about for the whole chapter since he recognized it as a Charmeleon) and maybe that the Charmeleon hadn't used any fire yet, but only striking him momentarily and not pulling him deep into thought.
X_x Good point, its my first time doing this sort of scene.

As for the elevator shaft, the nice breeze was supposed to help point out that he was falling. Yet again made unclear. @_@

I'll go make the relatively few edits now, although I have something typed up about the person who helped do this, so I'll go ahead and post it.

Autobiography of a Pyromaniac

It was like nothing I had seen before. It was awesome and horrifying at the same time.

I had just witnessed a building that was set ablaze crumble into rubble - the top floor, anyway. People in that building were probably dead, burned alive, trapped and eaten, or even ripped to shreds, all doomed in some way.

And the best thing about it was that I had done it myself.

I had sabotaged the school’s fire alarms, sprinklers, exit doors so they wouldn’t open, and disabled all 9-1-1 calls from being made within twenty blocks of the area. I did it all to watch my fire grow.

I had always been fascinated by fire, how it breathes, how it grows, and how it destroys everything it touches. People may call me a “pyromaniac”, “psycho”, or even “monster”, but I don’t care. Fire saved my life time and time again, always protecting me, giving me warmth and strength when nobody cared about me. So it was only natural that I kept it around me all the time. I had pet candles which I was a child, I didn’t give them names because they wouldn’t last long, but I did keep one of my candles throughout my life, a very special one which I'll tell you about later.

For almost as long as I could remember, I was alone and had my fire. I was homeless, always moving from place to place just to find a bite to eat and a place to sleep. I was never hungry because my fire helped me cook things, I was never cold because my fire kept me warm, and I was never blind because my fire always lit the way. If I had never gotten that one candle that I still have with me, I would have been dead by the age of eight. I will never forget the day that I got it.

It was about eighteen years ago, when I was nine years old, when I got caught up in a horrific storm. The wind kept howling, the snow kept stinging my face, and my fingers, toes, and legs were numb from the cold. There was snow in every direction, all cold and wet, practically freezing my feet. I took cover under the nearest bridge, but that didn’t keep out the elements. I was sure I was going to die. Then he showed up. The man was about six or so feet tall, maybe shorter, and had a strange, scratchy voice. He looked at my shivering and asked, “Why are you so cold?”

I thought the man was crazy; it had to be below zero degrees and he wasn’t even wearing a coat, just a white suit. I was so cold I wasn’t even able to speak. Then he said, “I’m never cold, because I have this.”

That’s when he pulled out the candle. It was shaped like a tiger sitting on a small, shallow dish, ready to pounce; a flame burned in its mouth, gleaming off the facets of an orange crystal set into the wax on its belly. It was scary to me then, but it was the most valuable thing I ever received. The man bent forward and gave it to me while saying, “It’s a candle, and it’s a magic one. The fire will never go out, and it will always protect you. Never leave it.”

The moment I touched it, I knew it wasn't a regular candle. I felt warmth fill my entire body and the numbness faded away, letting me feel my toes again. By the time I looked up to thank him, he was gone. From that day on, the way I lived my life changed.

My interest in fire from that point on became an obsession. I set things on fire, like newspapers, shrubs, and dead rats, just to see them burn and to watch the fire dance. At first I did it once in a while; then I did it habitually and every chance I got.

But it wasn’t enough for me.

The fires were too small, and their output wasn’t on a grand enough scale for me. I wanted more. By that time, I had discovered what my candle (at this point, it was oil with a small flame sitting on it) could do: it could send off a jet of flames when I wanted it too. I would soon learn that the candle did more than that; it would never melt into a hot wax, it would just turn into an orange oil that never turned into a solid instead. Whatever fire that used that oil to burn couldn't be extinguished, not even underwater. That’s when things became very interesting. At age twelve, I was burning down trees, by fifteen, I had committed at least seventy acts of arson and by nineteen, I was burning people.

Now, don’t be quick to judge me. The people I burned were rapists, child molesters, and the occasional murderer. They had it coming anyway. Just don’t ask me why I picked that particular bunch of people to target; I don’t like to talk about it.

Growing up, I never really talked to people much; they usually saw what I did, called me a demonic child, and ran. “That doesn’t really matter, my oil is the only friend I’ll ever need,” I usually told myself. On the inside, I just wanted to find somebody who loved fire as much as I did to be my friend. I never found anybody like that until I turned twenty, when I was captured and sent to prison.

I was wanted in several states for murder, arson (my specialty), and several other charges that I didn’t understand back then. My trial didn’t even take an hour to finish; I was guilty on all counts and was sentenced to life in solitary confinement. At first, it didn’t bother me that I was being sent to live my life alone without even the slightest bit of human contact, I was used to it.

Then they took away my oil.

I snapped. They had just separated me from the thing that kept me alive for eleven years. I was snarling, biting, fighting, crying, and cursing, all at the same time. Everything after that was just a blur, I must have blacked out from stress. When I woke up, I thought it was a horrible nightmare, but reality didn’t pull any punches. I tried to move my arms.

They didn’t move.

I tried standing up.

My legs didn’t move either.

The only things that seem to work properly were my eyes, which were soon fixed shut and filled with tears. The harsh reality was that I was in a padded room, with nothing but the drab clothes I was last wearing before I was captured and a straitjacket, my oil was nowhere in the room. I felt like I wanted to die. I opened my eyes to get one last look at my eternal prison.

I might has well have looked at a saint.

Right in front of me stood a familiar man, wearing a white suit. He looked exactly the same as I remembered him. He took one look at me, grinned, and asked with his scratchy voice, “Why are you crying?”

I was so overcome by happiness, I didn’t answer. I knew what would happen.

“They took away your oil? Now that just won’t do. Can you guess what I brought for you?” the man asked as he pulled out a familiar object. It was my oil. Then he did something unexpected. “I’ve also heard that you were lonely. I think I could help you with that.” The man then put down the oil and pointed to an orange puppy that was in front of him.

Several things about the puppy confused me. It was orange with black stripes, for one; it also had a fluffy, cream-colored tail and a mass of matching cream colored fur on the top of its head. But it was cute and had a playful expression on its face.

“I want you to take your oil back and to take care of this puppy. I think you’ll like her.” the man told me as he undid the straight jacket.

I hugged him as soon as I was free, tears still streaming from my eyes.

“Now,” he started as he reached for the oil, “the fun begins.” The tall man in the white suit handed me my oil. I immediately knew what to do.

I burned the whole prison to the ground and everyone in it. And I liked it.

The man in the white suit and the puppy stood outside the prison and watched the holocaust that ensued. Once it was finished and I had emerged from the rubble, the man approached me and proposed an offer I couldn’t refuse:

“What if you could do that anytime you want without getting into trouble? If you work for me, I’ll guarantee that you’ll never see prison walls again.”

Needless to say, I accepted.

I would then be on my own for a while, with the puppy he gave me being the only thing at my side, and we could burn down anything we wanted. The puppy soon learned how to breathe fire, a skill that interested me. She actually loved to burn down things as much as I did, and and we grew on one another. We wouldn’t spend every waking moment burning things down; we would actually do what “normal” people did once in a while. We would go to a park and play fetch, Frisbee and catch together. Of course, the park would be burnt to the ground when were done, which made it all the more fun.

I would get funds from the man in the white suit to support myself so I wouldn’t have to live on the street. In exchange, I had to burn some places down to the ground, with some “specific objectives”. The objectives usually meant keeping somebody from the fire alive, not totally burning something to the ground, or just to avoid being seen in public. I actually learned how to do quite a few things from those objectives, such as sabotaging phone lines, security systems, and at least five ways to break into a building that didn’t have any windows or doors.

After many years of burning down buildings, prisons, “maximum security” establishments, banks, casinos, and people (mainly murderers), he gave me a rather odd task. He asked me to burn down a school that was halfway across the country in New Jersey (I was in Seattle at the time) without anybody knowing it happened or leaving any survivors. I was confused at first (he never asked me directly to commit mass murder), but he assured me it was for a good cause. In the night before I started the fire, I snuck into the building through the basement along with my puppy (now a full grown dog) and sabotaged a few systems. I left my dog there as I disabled any phone lines that were in close range of the school.

At 9 am, my dog had already started the plan. I could see she was doing a thorough job at it too, seeing how she lit the entire left wing on fire.

By the way, I happen to be a girl. I just felt like I needed to say that, mostly because people think that boys are usually the ones who are able to be interested by fires as much as I am. I can’t tell you my name; it’s against a policy I have with the man I’ve told you about. Actually, there are many things about the plan and my escape methods I can't tell you about. I’ll tell you this much though:

It will end with a bang.
 
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Well, it took me a while to actually type this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it. V_V Even though I know if you do/don't due to the over 150 views but only 7 comments.[/emo]
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Chapter 3: Escape Death's Clutches

”What were you thinking?! Asking a lizard that almost killed you for help and actually trusting it? The only explanation for that is that you're an idiot!” Caasi mentally scolded himself as he and the Charmeleon zoomed down the elevator shaft, passing the second floor mark.

"What?!" another side of Caasi said disbelievingly, “You would have been crushed under a pile of rubble and burnt to death if we never asked for Charmeleon’s help in the first place! At least you’re getting helped by somebody who can actually save you!”

”That somebody happens to be a homicidal lizard!" Caasi's negative side (mentally) spat back.

"Look, at least you have a chance to make it out alive, right?" Caasi's positive side meekly responded.

"No. Look." Caasi's negative side simply stated.

"No way, I won't look!" every other possible part of Caasi complained in unison.

At that moment, the world seemed to slow down as Caasi's eyes locked onto the nightmarish scene that was unfolding in front of him. Looking through the open section of the shaft, Caasi saw the main hallway of the school, engulfed by the all consuming flames. That wasn’t the worst part; it was who was staring back at him through the fire: the Arcanine. Caasi's eyes met the beast's eyes to see that they were filled with nothing but rage and bloodlust; it was very much alive. And it wanted revenge.

The Arcanine weightlessly leaped into the elevator shaft, strands of flames streaming out of its mouth. It only took one glimpse of its muzzle to see what it planned to do: incinerate Caasi and the Charmeleon at point blank range.

The world came to a skidding halt in Caasi's mind as his whole life flashed before his eyes.

"It ends here? That's it? That's just the end of my life?" he sorrowfully thought as he recalled various memories from his childhood.

"No, I won't die. I'll just luck out like I did before...right? Yeah, if I lucked out three times today, why not four?" Caasi denied as previous life-death events replayed in his mind, including today's events.

His denial stopped as a picture of a towering man with a knife flashed into his mind, along with the emotions from "that" day.

"You know what will happen to you. Don't deny it." the innermost part of Caasi knew.

"But--"

Another flash, this time containing a sickening image of bright red blood, came to mind.

"Remember the scar, the cut arteries? Don't forget what it was meant to teach you. I think you know what you have to do now.", his innermost part grimly told him.

Instead of pictures, he remembered a phrase: Close your eyes and it will all be over.

"R-r-right...", Caasi meekly thought as the world seemed to come into motion again.

Caasi then held the Charmeleon’s arm even tighter, and closed his eyes, ready to take the massive amount of pain that was sure to come with the release of death.

"HWAH!" a strong grunt resonated in his ears from the darkness.

Then it came.

...

The world seemed to madly spin in his mind as the chaotic chorus of breaking metal, screeching, and yelping thundered out.

"I guess I died from the crash from the sounds of it...damn that sucks," Caasi thought, not sure if he should be glad or mournful over his death. "Might as well do something productive, let's see what heaven's like." Caasi unenergetically suggested to himself. Caasi opened his still burning eyes and took a quick look around him; he was someplace dark, immense, and cool.

"This looks more like a cave than heaven..." Caasi confusedly thought before realizing where he really was: the basement level of the school. "Wait...I'm still alive?" he asked himself as he looked at his hands that were slowly coming into focus. "I could still see and I still have a physical body, so that means I'm still alive! Take that overly negative thoughts about d--!" Caasi mentally celebrated before his thoughts came to a halt when his eyes came across his scarred wrist, triggering a forgotten conversation from long ago.

"Wha's dying?" a high-pitched voice echoed in Caasi's mind.

"I think it's something YOU can't do. But I will have to be sure." responded the deeper, scratchier voice of a man

A cold chill rushed down Caasi's spine as he remembered the metallic rummaging.

"Wha' are you doin' wid dat knife?" the high-pitched voice innocently asked.

"A...test." the man said, stopping to choose the right word as if to avoid a reaction.

Shaking off the flashbacks he did not want to recall, Caasi looked around where he was and noticed something was missing, "Where's Charmeleon?" He looked up to where he rolled from, the elevator shaft, and saw glowing, orange dust wafting from it. Cringing away from what could have been his death place, Caasi then looked to his left, where the Charmeleon laid in the darkness; it was lit by the flame that was still burning on his tail, strangely wrapped around its torso.

"Wait, the only for its tail to wrap around its body like that was if it rolled...if WE rolled. Caasi noticed as he remembered himself "rolling out to death". Caasi was confused, "The only way that we both rolled was that Charmeleon to roll WITH me, which saved me. But did it really mean to? Wh--" Caasi stopped as soon he remembered he offered to give the Charmeleon potato chips if it got him out of the building. Caasi shook his head and grinned, "It only saved me for chips, what a sense of morality.

Caasi rolled over towards the Chameleon and poked it. The lizard groaned and moved away from the pain. It was alive.

What actually happened in the elevator shaft was more wit than luck. As Caasi closed his eyes, the Charmeleon noticed that the Arcanine was after them, ready to kill them both. Acting on a moment’s whim, the lizard held Caasi closer to his body, pushed off the metal wall with all the force in its body, launched diagonally out of the elevator shaft, and narrowly made the last opening in the shaft to opening to the basement. They both landed with minimal impact since they landed rolling, and made it out in one piece. The Arcanine, however, never made it out of the elevator shaft, and crashed on the remains of the destroyed elevator that had plummeted to its doom earlier.

Caasi slowly got up, limping due to the amount of pain from the fall that affected him, to get a good look around the room. On the far side was the boiler, it was turned off at this time of year so it was, obviously, off. There were back-up generators to the sides of the room, but they clearly weren’t working. However, there were red lights on the side of one of the generators, the boiler, and one a few meters away from Caasi.

He rubbed his eyes to remove the blurriness in them caused by smoke, dust, and some debris from the landing. He looked at the red light again, it was a digital display. It was counting down. It was a large piece of machinery. It was a bomb.

And it was set to detonate in T-minus 3 minutes.

Caasi rushed over to the Charmeleon’s side, “Get up! GET UP! GET UP NOW!” he commanded while wildly shaking the Charmeleon.

The Charmeleon’s eyes immediately snapped opened and it scrambled a few meters backwards. It was staring with a wide open jaw in the direction of the elevator shaft, like it just saw a ghost. Caasi, wondering what could instill so much fear into the Charmeleon, looked at the elevator shaft, and did the same.

A large figure slowly emerged from the glowing dust, revealing itself. The Arcanine survived, but barely. It was both a horrific and heartbreaking sight. Its sides had most of the skin peeled off from sliding down the elevator shaft, revealing the bloody muscle underneath, with some spots having small chunks of its muscle missing. Whatever skin was left was matted with blood, debris, and dirt. The Arcanine slowly approached with major effort, limping and falling several times just to move a few meters. But the beast’s eyes had fury and rage in them, still wanting to fight. Still wanting to kill. It wasn’t willing to die just yet.

Caasi and the Charmeleon stared in disbelief at the Pokémon that stood before them, torn between fighting it or running from it.

The Arcanine made that decision for them.

With an eerily loud howl that almost made Caasi and the Charmeleon jump out of their skin, the Arcanine prepared its next attack. It struggled to bring its head back, as if to bring out something from the back of its throat. As it did so, strands of flames escaped the sides of the Arcanine’s muzzle.

"That can't be...can it?" Caasi knew at an instant what it planned on doing, and he reacted just as quickly. He scooped up the large lizard and dove backwards, landing on his back.

Then, where he had been just microseconds before was a spectacular stream of flames that seemed to be belched right from the bowels of hell itself, swirling into one straight line. Unbearable heat seemed to burn off his skin and eyes for a few agonizing seconds. Just as quickly as the hellish flame and heat came, it was gone and the feeling of cool quickly engulfed his body again. That’s when it occurred to him:

He had just narrowly dodged an Overheat.

Caasi looked on his stomach to look at the lizard, shocked at the sheer power of the flames, but unharmed. He then nudged the lizard off him to quickly pat himself down, no burns or any combusted clothing from the fiery blast or the lizard's tail. That’s when Caasi gave a harsh look at the beast that had almost killed him, which was too busy heavily panting in pain to notice.

That’s when Caasi saw it.

Hung up in a thin glass casing right behind the Arcanine was a map, the layout to the basement. Using almost superhuman vision, Caasi saw the “Emergency Exit” symbol on the map, only a few meters away from him. Glancing back at the red blinking menace that was now closer to him he saw what the display said:

T- minus 2 minutes.

Caasi then gave one final look at the Arcanine, apparently in too much pain to do anything more. It had occurred to him: he could get away. He could just take the Charmeleon and break out the emergency exit. He had nothing to stop him.

With a victorious grin on his face, he grabbed the Charmeleon’s arm and yanked it towards the emergency exit.

He was almost there. Freedom was so close…

But yet so far.

With a loud whoosh and an orange blur, everything just seemed to fall apart.

Caasi and the Charmeleon were caught totally off guard, and were sent flying across the room, crashing against the inactive boiler with a very audible “tang” that rung out in the darkness. The Arcanine turned around to face the metal door and used another Overheat, this time in a faster but less powerful fashion, and the door melted shut.

Caasi and the Charmeleon were trapped with the Arcanine. There was T-minus 1 minute 30 seconds until the bombs were set to detonate.

It took Caasi a few seconds to recover from the impact, but when he looked up; he had wished that he was dead.

Towering over him was the heavily injured Arcanine, with fury and hate in its eyes that seemed to burn hotter than any fire that has ever existed before.

Caasi tried to get back up to his feet to scramble away, but the beast held him down with its front paw.

Pinned.

With an expression of triumph on its face, the Arcanine lifted his head back with less trouble than it had last time, and thin strands of flame escaped his muzzle.

”Well, this is it. I had survived being attacked by a Charmeleon, escaped from a collapsing room, jumped into an elevator shaft, escaped the elevator shaft, and dodged an Overheat today. I guess I just pushed my luck too much today, and this is how it ends, dying the same way everybody else in the school.” Caasi sadly thought as he looked at the Arcanine with tears in his eyes.

The strands of flames grew into long threads.

Caasi’s heart started to pump faster to the point it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Everything else seemed to just melt away, only leaving the sound of his beating heart and the fire that would be his certain doom.

The attack was ready and it was about to cook Caasi alive.

Thump thump.

Not if the Charmeleon could help it.

With a great leap, the lizard latched onto the Arcanine’s skinless side and bore all four of his claws into the muscle and slashed them down the beast’s side, accompanied with a gruesome display of spurting blood.

The Arcanine yelped with great anguish before falling to the ground, landing in a puddle of its own bright red blood.

Before Caasi had time to be horrified and squeamish at the scene, the fire that the Arcanine was released right towards the emergency exit, melting the entire door, and providing an escape route.

The beast, unable to get back up, just gave an expression filled with rage, pain, sadness, and hopelessness at Caasi, who just stared back with an apologetic expression. Caasi didn’t think any Pokémon should die this way, even if it did commit mass murder. It didn’t matter, the Arcanine was too large and heavy to even remotely lift it out the exit, and it was doomed to die here.

His eyes locked at the sight of the unnaturally red blood spilling on the floor, remembering the same exact experience 9 years ago.

Snapping back to reality, Caasi looked back at the countdown.

T-minus 55 seconds.

“CHARMELEON! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!” Caasi shouted at the Charmeleon, which was staring blankly at the defeated Arcanine.

Not needing anymore instruction, Caasi and the Charmeleon made a mad dash though the basement and to the melted mess of a door. They jumped through it, running even faster through the grassy field outside, hectic rustling accompanying their pumping legs. After they passed the field, they dashed into the small wooded area, looking back only once at the flaming remains of the school and kept on running.

Back in the basement, the fatally wounded Arcanine slowly limped towards a collar, inching its way forward slowly. On the collar was a small, white orb that had the name “Brenna” on it. The bomb kept counting down:

5…

The Arcanine was just a meter away from the collar.

4…

Now half a meter away…

3…

Almost there…

2…

Just a few centimeters away…

1…

GOT IT!

Beep.

With that, the whole school exploded with a thunderous “KA-DOOM”, sending a wave of dust that spread out over the city block. In the place of the school, was nothing but a large, dark mushroom cloud, slowly rising high into the sky.

Looking at the explosion from a safe distance were Caasi and the Charmeleon, in a park that was just outside the woods they went through. They had both just avoided being caught in that explosion, except for the Arcanine.

Taking a deep breath, Caasi looked around the park; it was empty and was safe to come into the open with a Charmeleon.

Caasi then pulled the Charmeleon out of the woods and asked it, “I guess you want those chips now?”

This time, the Charmeleon seemed to understand, it nodded and gave what seemed to be a grin.

“OK, come on; let’s go home to get some, I have plenty there.”, Caasi told the Charmeleon as he started to walk in the direction of his house. The Charmeleon looked back at the black smoke that was lingering over the school before stumbling after Caasi.

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On a hill on the other side of the park, was a girl, her long, naturally silky, orange hair flowed in the wind as she paced around impatiently.“She was supposed to be here 7 minutes ago!” she told herself while pacing, her deep green eyes burning with anger. “She better not be doing anything stupid like fooling around in that school, I told her at least ten times not to—“ The girl stopped as a terrible idea entered her mind. “What if she was trapped in there?! What if she got caught in the explosion?!” she panicked while looking at the smoke cloud. She was about to take off toward the school, but something hit her against the back of her jacket, ash staining the pale yellow wool.

She held her head on the point of impact and looked at what just hit her: a collar with a small, white sphere. It was shaking.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she picked up the collar and turned a crank on the side of the white sphere. Then a red light started to emerge from it and take form.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to go--“ the girl started before the red light finally formed a familiar figure, an Arcanine.

The girl’s face turned from anger to horror, mouth ajar while looking at the mess of the Arcanine: its sides missing skin, another side being shredded, and blood spewing everywhere. It took her several moments to realize that the Arcanine was really seriously hurt and several more moments for her to finally react. The girl hastily pulled out her cell phone, madly mashing buttons.

“Hello?! You already know who I am! My Arcanine is seriously hurt and I need you to come right away!” she yelled into the cell phone before collapsing to the Arcanine’s side, stroking its fur that still was intact. “It’s going to be okay Brenna, you’ll make it out fine,” she assured the Arcanine with tears in her eyes. “I hope.” she added to herself before stoking its fur again. “I'll make sure whoever did this will pay.” the girl angrily thought, oblivious of the fact that the culprits were on the other side of the park.



Three tall figures in black jumpsuits surrounded the red-headed girl, who automatically stood up with a strange, small, purple crystal in hand. "Who are you?!" the girl spat, undeterred by the figures' size.

"Grab her." a feminine voice from among the figures commanded, the other two figures following the order.

The girl dropped her crystal as her arms were seized as she struggled, "Who are you?!"

"The D.A.C.U," the first figure, a woman with long, aquamarine hair answered before stabbing a syringe of a strange green liquid into the girl's neck. "And we don't take criminals lightly," the woman dourly said before shortly then injecting the liquid.

The girl's struggling ceased immediately as the other two figures, one a burly man with a serious expression, the other being a more scrawny man whose face was concealed by a pair of sunglasses, dropped her to the ground.

"Recall FCPE-008c, grab the Essence, and grab the girl; we have work to do," the woman ordered in a firm voice before the men followed their orders.

---

In a dark room was an aged man, grey hair brushed back and still wearing his black suit, sitting in a black leather chair. The man was going through several documents and papers with a worried expression on his face when one of the computer monitors started to display a message: Incoming Transmission.

Without looking up from the papers, the man hit “Receive Transmission” on his oversized keyboard that was embedded into his fiberglass, black desk.

A male figure, face obscured by a strange set of turquoise tinted sunglasses, appeared on screen.

“What is it?” the man sitting in the chair asked with frustration in his voice, still not looking up from the papers.

“Sir, there has been an explosion at the site where the Bugged Pokémon should have been,” the figure on screen reported with a robotic tone.

The aged man’s icy eyes looked up from the papers and furiously asked, “What do you mean should have been?”

“Well, sir, we couldn’t find any evidence of any Bugged Pokémon in the rubble of the school. That’s actually a good thing, sir.”

“Explain,” the grey haired man commanded with slight interest in his voice.

“Since there wasn’t any evidence of a Bugged Pokémon coming to the surface, that means it is buried under all of this rubble, sir. The explosion could have also harmed the Bugged Pokémon enough to keep it from coming to the surface, if it’s not already dead.” The man on screen explained.

The man digested the information for a few seconds before responding, “Very well. You should still monitor this site for a few more days even if there are no signs of the Bugged Pokémon at this time. Is that all?”

“No, sir, while looking in the rubble we also found large amounts of blood. Pokémon blood, sir.” The man on screen further explained.

The man’s head looked up from the paperwork and coldly replied, “I thought you said there wasn’t any evidence of the Bugged Pokémon, agent.”

“There isn’t, sir, but this is from a normal Pokémon. We tested it and confirmed it was Arcanine blood, sir. The Arcanine was the one who started the fire, not the Bugged Pokémon, sir,” the agent said.

“Is it still at large?” the seated man asked before going through the paperwork again.

“Hardly, sir. We have both captured the Arcanine's body ands its owner, along with a Essence crystal. As for the Arcanine itself, sir, we think it was caught in the explosion. The injuries evident were too serious for it to escape the blast and we're still trying to understand how its escaped, sir.” The agent informed the man.

“Good. Is that all?” the aged man asked, losing interest in the conversation.

“Yes, sir,” the agent on screen answered before the transmission was cut.

After a few seconds of silence, the man went though the papers, looking for something. He then pulled out a file on Arcanine and slapped it onto his keyboard desk. The document says that there is (was) only one reported sighting of an Arcanine in the world, involved with a casino fire. What was interesting was the fact that there was also an explosion at the casino. The aged man turned around his chair and hit the intercom switch.

“Dr. Ghordine, I need every file we have on buildings that were burned due to Pokémon activity and were shortly then bombed.” The aged man ordered into the intercom.

Aaron Ace leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. Something was strange about this bombing, and he was going to find out how it connected to the casino.

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The reason why the smell NOT reaching Ms. Larsting's class was that they're dead, as Caasi soon discovers.
I was more thinking of before Caasi left the class, actually. I didn't get the impression he was walking very long, anyway; now you're saying he was actually pretty far from the classroom when he got to the fire, which is fair enough, although I'm still having difficulties picturing it really being that far.

Wouldn't you forget what you're doing if you saw a Pokemon in your closet? The shock will hold you over for at least a few seconds, more than enough for that Pokemon to pounce.
If I saw a Pokémon in my closet, I'd be shocked and then take the first possible opportunity to run for it when the Pokémon looks away instead of staying there to think "That was close and why is there a Pokémon here and this must be a nightmare", giving it an opportunity to strike at me. It's sensible that he'd freeze when he sees the Charmeleon; it's not sensible he'd be still standing there even as the Charmeleon briefly looks away from him and he has an opportunity to escape, particularly so when he is already aware of the existence of the fire escape.

As for the elevator shaft, the nice breeze was supposed to help point out that he was falling. Yet again made unclear. @_@
Not at all the right way to say he's falling. Falling is a very particular feeling and has nothing to do with breeze; falling unexpectedly is an even more particular one. If the POV character falls at any point in a story, this should be immediately obvious to both the character and the reader. I saw you edited it, but you're still giving the impression that Caasi can somehow not notice he is falling until it "hits him" midway down, which is physically impossible.

I'm finding the format in which you're posting your story interesting. All the different POVs give it a particular atmosphere.

It was like nothing I saw before.
Here you want "It was like nothing I had seen before."

I had just witnessed a building that was set ablaze crumble into rubble, the top floor anyway.
Should be "I had just witnessed a building that was set ablaze crumble into rubble - the top floor, anyway." The "anyway" needs a comma before it, and then if the other comma were kept as a comma it's a little confusing, so it works out best this way. The dash is an appropriate punctuation mark to use here, anyway.

The best thing about it was that I had done it myself.
Somehow I really think this sentence would have had more impact if it started with an "And".

and disable all 9-1-1 calls
Disabled. Remember, he's still recounting what he "had" done - and you wouldn't say "I had disable".

I like the paragraph starting with "I had always been fascinated by fire". I feel it does a pretty good job at capturing that fascination. However...

I had pet candles which I was a child, I didn’t give them names because they wouldn’t last long, but I did keep using the same oil for one of my candles throughout my life.
The first comma should be a period, but what's up with using oil on candles? o_O What kinds of candles are these?

The reason why I did that was because it was what you call magic, the fire that used the oil never went out, not even extinguishing underwater.
Comma splice again; replace the first comma with a colon.

I don't really like this way of getting to the subject of how he got that oil. Saying "Oh, by the way, I've got this magic oil" feels kind of cheesy here. I suggest you try to approach the subject of how he obtained the oil before talking about its properties somehow.

I would have never been able to survive without it, if I never got the oil, I would have died by the age of five.
This seems redundant and additionally it's another comma splice. (Remember, never put just a comma between two complete sentences.) If I were you I'd make this just "If I had never gotten the oil, I would have been dead by the age of five."

The wind kept howling, the snow kept stinging my face, and I was getting an severe case of frostbite.
"An"? o_O "Severe" did not start with a vowel last time I checked. Also, "getting a severe case of frostbite" doesn't seem like an appropriate way to word this here - you'd want to describe it more from his point of view than this medical way, something about how his fingers were numb with cold or something in that direction.

I thought the man was crazy, it had to be below zero degrees and he wasn’t even wearing a coat, just a white suit.
Replace the first comma with a semicolon.

I was so cold; I wasn’t even able to speak.
That semicolon, on the other hand, shouldn't be there at all.

The wax a light orange and was shaped like a tiger, ready to pounce, with a matching orange crystal on its belly, and a fire burning in it’s mouth, the tiger sitting on a small, shallow dish.
You're missing "was" after "wax", the "was" before "shaped" shouldn't be there, the comma after "belly" shouldn't be there, and you used "it's" instead of "its". Either way this sentence is awfully long and confusing; I'd word it more like "It was shaped like a tiger sitting on a small, shallow dish, ready to pounce; a flame burned in its mouth, gleaming off the facets of an orange crystal set into the wax on its belly."

I set things on fire, like newspapers, shrubs, and dead rats on fire just to see them burn and to watch the fire dance.
You don't need the second "on fire"; just replace it with a comma.

At first I did it once in a while, then I did it habitually and did it every chance I got.
You don't need the third "did it", and you should replace the first comma with a semicolon.

Now, don’t be quick to judge me, the people I burned were rapists, child molesters, and the occasional murderer, so they had it coming anyway.
The second comma should be a period, and I think it sounds better if you also replace the last comma with a period and remove the "so".

Growing up, I never really talked to people much; they usually saw what I do, call me a demonic child, and run.
Tense confusion again. "They usually saw what I did, called me a demonic child, and ran."

“That didn’t really matter, my oil was the only friend I’ll ever need,” I usually told myself.
Since you're using a direct quotation, that, on the other hand, should be in present tense. "That doesn't really matter. My oil is the only friend I'll ever need."

I was wanted in several states for murder, arson (my specialty), and several other charges that I didn’t understand back then. My trial didn’t even take an hour to finish; I was guilty on all counts and was sentenced to life in solitary confinement. At first, it didn’t bother me that I was only ten and being sent to live my life alone without even the slightest bit of human contact, I was used to it.
I believe it is pretty much against international law to sentence a child under eighteen to life (or death, for that matter), and definitely in solitary confinement. In fact, I think in most of this the guy has been unbelievably young. How was a three-year-old child walking independently around in the streets and seeking shelter under a bridge in a storm? Do you really need him to be this young? It's hurting my suspension of disbelief. Also, the last comma in the last sentence should be a period or a semicolon.

I snapped. They had just separated me from the thing that kept me alive for seven years.
From the thing that had kept me alife for seven years.

The man then put down the oil, and pointed to an orange puppy that was in front of him.
Lose the comma, since "pointed to an orange puppy that was in front of him" is not a complete sentence.

I several things about the puppy confused me.
Random I that shouldn't be there.

It was orange with black stripes for one; it also had a fluffy, cream colored tail, and a mass of matching cream colored fur on the top of its head.
Comma before "for one"; "cream-colored" should be hyphenated; lose the second comma.

The puppy was cute, however, and had a playful expression on its face.
It strikes me as kind of forced to use "however" here. Just go with "But it was cute and had a playful expression on its face." Maybe add some of his internal reaction to finally getting a friend after that.

“I want you to take your oil back and to take care of this puppy. I think you’ll like her.” The man told me as he undid the straight jacket.
Comma after her instead of the period, "The" should be uncapitalized. "Told" is a speech verb, so you need to connect it to the sentence.

I hugged him as soon as I was free, tears still streaming in my eyes.
Streaming from my eyes, I'd say.

“Now,” he started as he reached for the oil, “The fun begins.”
"The" should be uncapitalized, since you have a comma before it.

The tall man in the white suit handed me my oil, I knew what to do.
Yet another comma splice. Either replace it with a period or add an "and" after it. Also, I'd make it "I immediately knew what to do" to get the right implication across better.

I burned the whole prison to the ground, and everyone in it. And I liked it.
Ditch the comma.

The man in the white suit and the puppy stood outside the prison and watched the holocaust that ensued. Once it was finished, and I emerged from the rubble, the man approached me and proposed an offer I couldn’t refuse:
I really don't think you should be calling it a holocaust or at least not say that it "ensued", but eh. The second sentence should begin "Once it was finished and I had emerged from the rubble..."

She actually loved to burn down things as much as I did, and she grew on me and I grew on her.
It seems to me this would work better as "...and we grew on one another."

We would go to a park, play fetch, Frisbee, and catch together.
Since you mean to keep going to a park separate and apply the verb "play" to the rest, you'll want to make it "We would go to a park and play fetch, Frisbee and catch together."

Of course, the park would be burnt to the ground when we’re done, which made it all the more fun.
When we were done.

In exchange, I had to burn some place down to the ground, with some “specific objectives”.
In the context it sounds like you meant some places.

It strikes me as extremely odd that he would never get caught doing any of this, honestly. o_O At the very least people should notice that there's a crazy pyromaniac around and flee the city or something. He's really not exactly being very discreet.

After many years of burning down buildings, prisons, “maximum security” establishments, banks, casinos, and people (mainly murderers) he gave me a rather odd task.
Comma after the parentheses.

He asked me to burn down a school without anybody knowing it happened or to leave any survivors.
Leaving any survivors.

In the night before I started the fire, I sneaked into the building through the basement along with my puppy, (now a full grown dog) and sabotaged a few systems. I left my dog there as I sabotaged any phone lines that were in close range of the school.
I like the past tense "snuck" better, but meh. Lose the comma after "puppy", and you're repeating "sabotaged" here.

I could see she was doing a thorough job at it too, seeing how she lit the whole entire left wing on fire.
"The whole entire"?

By the way, I happen to be a girl. I just felt like I needed to say that, mostly because people think that boys are usually the ones who are able to be interested by fires as much as I am. I can’t tell you my name, it’s against a policy I have with the man I’ve told you about. Actually, there are things about the plan I can’t tell you about. I’ll tell you this much though:

It will end with a bang.
Haha, nice. The automatic assumption was to call her "him", but I did think halfway through it "I wonder if this is going to turn out to be a girl after all." I like her more all of a sudden.

Replace the comma after "my name" with a semicolon. Also, I'd use "there are many things about the plan" to get the right emphasis across in the sentence.

Anyway, as I said, my main concern is that she seems way too young. I can't help thinking aging her by several years at the time she gets the candle really wouldn't hurt, and you can ditch the whole thing about life sentence in solitary confinement since it doesn't make sense for her age and it never actually matters what she's sentenced to.



Soo. Chapter three.

another side of Caasi said disbelievingly,
The comma should be a period, since a new sentence starts after this.

You would have been crushed under a pile of rubble and burnt to death if we never asked for Charmeleon’s help in the first place!
Is it just me or is it a bit odd for the voices in his head to be so detached from one another that they actually refer to themselves in the first person plural? o_O

”Look, at least you have a chance to make it out alive, right? Caasi's positive side meekly responded.
You're missing a closing quote there. And the opening quote is the wrong way around.

”No. Look.” Caasi's negative side simply stated.
Comma before the dialogue tag. The opening quote is the wrong way around again.

”NO FREAKING WAY! every possible part of Caasi complained in unison.
Here too (and a missing closing quote again). And incidentally I have no idea what the heck this line is supposed to be referring to. o_O No freaking way what? As in "No way, I won't look!"? But in that case, why does it imply that Caasi's 'negative side', the one that said "Look", is also saying "NO FREAKING WAY!"?

Also, Caasi seems to be falling very, very slowly if he's managing to think all of this on the way down in addition to having spent a couple of seconds realizing he was falling in the first place.

That wasn’t the worst part, it was who was staring back at him through the fire
Replace the comma with a semicolon.

The Arcanine weightlessly leaped into the elevator shaft, strands of flames streaming out of its mouth as it made its way into the elevator shaft.
You repeat "elevator shaft", and in fact the entire action of the Arcanine going into it, since "weightlessly leaping into it" implies it is already "making its way into it".

"It ends here? That's it? That's just the end of my life?" he sorrowfully thought as he recalled various his childhood.
"Various his childhood"? o_O And why is his whole life flashing before his eyes now and not once in all his previous experiences? Still taking really, really, REALLY long to fall, by the way. And he's being awfully calm for somebody who's convinced he's about to die while falling through an elevator shaft.

His denial stopped as a picture of a towering man with a knife flashed into his mind, along with the emotions from that day.
"That day" is apparently some other day we don't know about yet, but since just earlier you were taking about "today's events" it's easy to take it like that was supposed to have happened today.

"You know what will happen to you. Don't deny it." the innermost part of Caasi knew.
Comma before the dilogue tag.

"Remember the scar, the cut arteries? Don't forget what it was meant to teach you. I think you know what you have to do now." his innermost part grimly told him.
Again.

"Might as well do something productive, let's see what heaven's like." Caasi unenergetically suggested to himself.
Yet again. You've also got "Caasi" too many times here; using "he" once in a while wouldn't hurt.

Caasi confusedly thought before realizing where he really was; the basement level of the school.
You should use a colon instead of the semicolon; what follows it is a clarification of the previous sentence.

Something about Caasi's realization that he is alive seems off to me; the thoughts sound a little forced and it doesn't really feel like it works. We'll see.

(By the way, just out of curiosity: is your name Isaac?)

"I think it's something YOU can't do. But I will have to be sure." responded a deeper, scratchier voice of a man.
Comma before the closing quote, yet again. Also, "a deeper, scratchier voice of a man" sounds to me like something equivalent to "a brute of a man"; that is, it feels like the voice is a man. I don't know if this is just me, but either way I think it sounds odd; "the" deeper, scratchier voice of a man would work better.

What actually happened in the elevator shaft was more wit than.
...what?

and narrowly made the last opening in the shaft to opening to the basement.
This sentence doesn't seem to make a lot of sense to me either. Additionally, if the elevator was down at the basement level, how could they, in the elevator shaft, have gotten out at the basement level? Unless that sentence was meant to say they got out before the basement level and then fell down through a hole in the floor or something.

He looked at the red light again, it was a digital display. It was counting down. It was a large piece of machinery. It was a bomb.
Ah, good old bombs with a convenient digital display announcing to anyone who wants to see it how much time they have to get away. Yet another one from the Evil Overlord List. (It went something like, "If I ever feel the need to make a bomb with a digital timer displaying how much time there is left until it detonates, I will set it to explode when it's down to three minutes." Which, you have to admit, would be damn funny if it happened right now.)

Then, where he was just microseconds before was a spectacular stream of flames that seemed to be belched right from the bowels of hell itself, swirling into one straight line. That's when he felt the heat, the unbearable heat that seemed to burn off his skin and eyes for 4 seconds straight on his body.
You should use "where he had been just microseconds before" for clarity, and "That's when he felt the heat" is an awfully ineffective way to word it; the sentence would be a lot more exciting if it went, "Unbearable heat seemed to burn off his skin and eyes for a few agonizing seconds." Or something in that direction.

He had just narrowly dodged an Overheat.
How does Caasi know all this Pokémon stuff, damn it? ;_; At least give us a little hint! Please?

(Side note: after writing this part of the review, I saw the forum thread at the Quest for the Legends forum, where you apparently chose to explain that he had simply seen this in the video games, but then for the love of God give some indication of this! Make him wonder somewhere what monsters he has known only from video games are doing in the real world instead of just going, "Oh, it's a Charmeleon." Or, if he has seen Pokémon before, make him remember that incident and how surprised he was then. Or something.)

The strands of flames grew into long threads.
Why is the fire in long threads, and how long can they get without actually immolating Caasi? o.O The Arcanine is holding him down with her paw, after all.

It's even stranger when the "strands" turn into "orbs" and the "orbs" to "fireballs". Throughout that whole scene, which was meant to be dramatic, I was thinking "Whut?" Why on earth is the fire randomly taking all these shapes, seriously? (And why is it taking so long for the Arcanine to prepare for it, anyway? Even if his heart is beating fast, that's a lot of heartbeats.)

Not needing anymore instruction
I'm pretty sure that should be "any more" in two words.

Back in the basement, the fatally Arcanine
A word missing.

On the collar was a small, white orb that had the name "Brenna" on it.
I love little details like these. You suddenly turned the previously murderous creature back into the pyromaniac's faithful pet and only companion in the world just before she died (OR DID SHE? I have a feeling she was reaching for that collar for more than just sentimental value), in time to make the reader genuinely sympathize. Easily my favorite moment of the fic so far. (And nice name, heh. :P)

Looking at the explosion from a safe distance (somehow getting far enough from the school in 50 seconds) was Caasi and the Charmeleon
The sentence in the parentheses seems unnecessary to me; you're just reminding the reader that this seems a little unrealistic while not gaining anything. Also, the verb has to agree with the subject; Caasi and Charmeleon are the ones who are looking, and therefore you use "were", not "was".

They had all just avoided being caught in that explosion, except for the Arcanine.
"All"? Considering they're two individuals, it would be far more natural to say "both", and suddenly excepting the Arcanine as if she would ordinarily have been included in this "they" is extremely odd.

"OK, come on; let's go home to get some, I have plenty there." Caasi told the Charmeleon as he started to walk in the direction of his house.
Comma before the dialogue tag.

the girl stopped as a terrible idea entered her mind.
Capitalize the T; she didn't "stop" the sentence, so this is not a dialogue tag.

she panicked while looking at the smoke cloud that was over the school.
It's a bit hard to "panic" a sentence, too.

You also repeat the word "school" in three consecutive sentences there.

"It's going to be okay Brenna, you'll make it out fine," She assured the Arcanine with tears in her eyes, "I hope."
Here, however, she is assuring the Arcanine of this sentence, so this is a dialogue tag, meaning it should not be capitalized.

She added to herself before stoking its fur again.
...added to herself? o.o

"I'll make sure whoever did this pay." the girl angrily thought, unbeknown to her that the culprits were on the other side of the park.
Another one of those periods before dialogue tags; it should be "I'll make sure whoever did this will pay", and you're using "unbeknown" in the wrong context here; just use something like "...oblivious of the fact that the culprits were on the other side of the park."

Three tall figures in black jumpsuits surrounded the red-headed girl, who automatically stood up with a strange, small, purple crystal in hand.
Suddenly now saying that the three men "surrounded" her makes it seem very odd; it sounds like you skipped a few minutes while they were approaching because you don't say she looked up to realize they were there or that she noticed them coming; you just jump from her thinking about revenge to suddenly three men surrounding her.

"Grab her." a feminine voice from among the figures commanded, the other two figures quickly following orders.
Comma before the dialogue tag, and right now you're implying the other two figures quickly followed just any orders; seeing as you want to imply they followed one particular order, you'll want to change use "following the order".

The girl dropped her crystal as her arms were seized as she struggled, "Who are you?!"
Using two "as" as conjunctions in the same sentence sounds rather choppy and awkward; I suggest you reword that part. She's also not "struggling" the sentence, so use a period before the quote starts.

"The D.A.C.U," the first figure, a woman with long, marine hair answered before stabbing a syringe of a strange green liquid into the girl's neck.
Since "a woman with long, marine hair" is a parenthetical statement (a clarification describing "the first figure"), there should be commas on both sides of it. Also, "marine" is not a color; "aquamarine", on the other hand, is. If you meant something else by "marine hair", I stand corrected, but I couldn't really make sense of it any other way.

"And we don't take criminals lightly." the woman dourly said, shortly injecting the liquid into the girls neck.
Again, use a comma at the end of the dialogue. You also repeat "into the girl's neck" (although here you're missing the apostrophe) at the end of both this sentence and the previous one; it's extremely distracting.

The girl's struggling seized immediately as the other two figures, one a burley man with a serious expression, the other being a more scrawny man who's face was concealed by a pair of sunglasses, dropped her to the ground.
I think you were going for "ceased", not "seized", and definitely "burly" rather than "burley". Also, the possessive form of "who" is "whose"; "who's", like other pronouns contracted with an S, stands for "who is".

"Recall FCPE-008c, grab the Essence, and grab the girl; we have work to do." the woman ordered in a firm voice before the men followed their orders.
Yet one more period to turn into a comma.

In a familiar dark room was an aged man, grey hair brushed back and still wearing his black suit, sitting in a black leather chair. The also familiar aged man was going through several documents and papers with a worried expression on his face when one of the computer monitors started to display a message: Incoming Transmission.
Familiar to whom? This is an omniscient narrator and this is an opening paragraph from no particular character's point of view; you can't just use a word like "familiar" to refer to something the reader would be familiar with since that's breaking the fourth wall (something you should only do if you really, really mean it). Also, you're still using "the aged man" every time you mention this guy. Try to think of something else to call him? Please? Just using "the man" sometimes would help.

“Sir, there has been an explosion at the site where the Bugged Pokémon should have been.” The figure reported with a robotic tone.
Guess what I want you to do with that period and capital T.

“Explain.” The aged man commanded with slight interest in his voice.
This one too.

“Since there wasn’t any evidence of a Bugged Pokémon coming to the surface, that means it is buried under all of this rubble, sir. The explosion could have also harmed the Bugged Pokémon enough to keep it from coming to the surface, if it’s not already dead.” The man on screen explained with a slightly less evident robotic tone.
And this one. Admittedly I don't think the repetition of "with a robotic tone" really works out here; it's been too long since the previous one for it to provide the almost-repetition effect you probably intended, but too short for it to have gone out of the reader's short-term memory.

The aged man digested the information for a few seconds before responding, “Very well. You should still monitor this site for a few more days despite the fact that there are no signs of the Bugged Pokémon. Is that all?”
It really strikes me as odd to have him say "despite the fact that there are no signs of the Bugged Pokémon". It makes him sound like he's convinced the Pokémon is no longer there, which he obviously isn't. I'd rather have him say "even if there are no signs of the Bugged Pokémon at this time" or something like that.

“No sir, while looking in the rubble we also found large amounts of blood. Pokémon blood, sir.” The figure further explained.
Period and capital T. I'm probably getting a bit predictable by now. Seriously, though, you really should look up the rules about punctuation around quotation marks.

“There isn’t sir, but this is from a normal Pokémon. We tested it and confirmed it was Arcanine blood, sir. The Arcanine was the one who started the fire, not the Bugged Pokémon, sir.” The figure further elaborated.
Since "sir" is a direct address, surround it by commas on both sides, not just one. Yet another period and capital, and you really do seem to go out of your way to find replacements for "said" sometimes. "Further elaborated?" You don't need dialogue tags like that.

Also the problem with calling somebody "the figure" when we should have gotten quite a good look at him already and should be able to define him better than that.

We have both captured the Arcanine's body ands its owner, along with a Essence crystal.
"Ands"? Also, drop the comma; it's not needed here. And "Essence" starts with a vowel, so that should be "an".

As for the Arcanine itself, sir, we think it was caught in the explosion. The injuries evident were too serious for it to escape the blast and we're still trying to understand how its escaped, sir.
Wait, what? Before that paragraph where the men were surrounding Miss Pyromaniac, she was sitting there stroking the Arcanine's fur; she never recalled her. Again I'm starting to seriously think a paragraph or two went missing at that spot. o_O And I'd replace that and with a semicolon ("...too serious for it to escape the blast; we're still trying to..."), and you put "how its escaped".

The figure informed.
Oh, come on. "Informed"? And this is yet another period and capital on either side of a closing quote when it's a dialogue tag that follows, by the way.

“Yes sir.” The figure answered before the transmission was cut.
Again, "sir" is a direct address; that should be "Yes, sir." That and the period should be a comma and the T uncapitalized as usual.

The document says that there is (was) only one reported sighting of an Arcanine in the world, involved with a casino fire.
*whines* You were so close, and here you get to random present tense at the end of the chapter again? The document said that there had been only one reported sighting of an Arcanine in the world.

“Dr. Ghordine, I need every file we have on buildings that were burned due to Pokémon activity and were shortly then bombed.” The aged man ordered into the intercom.
"shortly then"? I think you were going for "shortly afterwards", although this implies the burning and the bombing are two unrelated events happening perhaps weeks or months apart; it would be better to use "...and then exploded" or something like that.

The revelation of who he is is nice, although like a good many other things in this fic it is kind of spoiled by the clichéd way in which it is presented. Having villains or other mysterious figures reveal their names by swearing they'll do something "or my name isn't [something]" is awfully cheesy, and even though here he isn't actually saying it out loud to the protagonist, it still sounds kind of lame (have you ever thought this to yourself?). Seeing as you're using an omniscient narrator, there is nothing stopping you from just revealing the name ordinarily in the narration in the last sentence: "Aaron Ace leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. Something was strange about this bombing, and he was going to find out how it connected to the casino."

Of course, I'm still extremely surprised that there has been no other record of an Arcanine or of Miss Pyromaniac herself connected to any fires, considering how much you imply they've been burning down over the past years.



Although I did burn down an entire building, burn everyone in it, and tried to kill the only survivor, I’m not a cold blooded killer, really.
Here it would be "...and try to kill the only survivor," since you're saying she did try. Although I'd word it more like "Although I did burn down an entire building with everyone in it and try to kill the only survivor..." It sounds better without the repetition of "burn".

Actually, everybody who wondered why is dead by now (due to their “methods” of finding out, as in “touching” me)
...uh. Yeah, I'm not buying that. People don't feel the genitals of a huge dog that breathes fire. They just don't. Particularly because people generally don't feel the genitals of dogs in general if they're wondering about the sex of the dog; they'll ask the owner or just stick to wondering. (That or they just figure it out by looking, although of course I don't know if your interpretation of Pokémon makes that a possibility.)

Also, we already know she's female. Miss Pyromaniac's narrative told us that, hence why I've been calling the Arcanine a "her" for the review since then.

and is probably has died with at least four-degree burns present at their time of death
This sentence makes no sense, mostly because of "is probably has died" and "with burns present". Just go with "and probably died with at least fourth-degree burns on their body" or something similar.

Most people also wonder why my name isn’t something like “Blaze”, “Fire”, or even “Flame”
Why would they? o_O Particularly so when, as you go on to say, they haven't actually been told that the isn't called that?

(But those people are dead and that’s because people can’t know my name and be allowed to live. It’s complicated)
Uncapitalize the B, change the period into a semicolon and add a period after it, or, alternatively, put a period after the sentence before it and inside the parentheses after "It's complicated." Either you end the sentence before the opening parentheses, and then you write any number of whole sentences inside the parentheses along with their punctuation, or you include the parentheses before the ending punctuation of the previous sentence, in which case the part inside the parentheses can't contain any periods.

when I was brought to a prison by a tall man in a white suit and given to a certain pyromaniac you know.(can’t tell you her name, it’s classified).
Again. Either make it "...a certain pyromaniac you know. (Can't tell you her name; it's classified.)" or "...a certain pyromaniac you know (can't tell you her name; it's classified)."

but if I was to go back to that one moment
Here you'd use "but if I were".

What (actually, who) got me so interested in fire was the pyromaniac herself,
The comma after this should be a period. Also, the parentheses seem strange to me; it would work better as "What (or rather, who) got me so interested..."

One thing that astonished me how it was so small when it started, barely a threat to anybody. When it starts to grow, however, it gains the ability to spread, breath, and destroy, sometimes in mere seconds.
There's a "was" missing between "me" and "how". This should not be in two sentences, because then it implies that what astonished her is just that it's so small when it starts, and that the growing is unrelated to that. Also, "breath" is the noun; "to breathe" is the verb. So it should be, "One thing that astonished me was how it was so small when it started, barely a threat to anybody, but when it grew it gained the ability to spread, breathe, and destroy, sometimes in mere seconds."

(I knew she didn’t think of it that way, she actually thought of me as a “friend”, a word that perplexed me as a Growlithe)
The first comma should be a semicolon (the whole sentences-on-both-sides thing).

The day when I learned how to control fire was the day I first experienced the feeling of power, it was also the day when I learned what it took to be a “friend”.
Another comma splice; this time I'd change the comma to a period.

What I was told by the man in the white suit, Arcanine are supposed to become more aggressive and territorial around fire.
"What I was told by the man in the white suit was that Arcanine..."

I can’t just sit still when I’m surrounded by fire, I have to get out there and do something I rarely do when I’m away from fire: kill.
Yet another comma splice. Change the comma to either a period or a semicolon; you can pick, since either way sounds good.

At first it scared me, ripping somebody’s flesh apart and turning them into bleeding messes of organs, bones, and limbs just does that to you.
And yet another one. Change the first comma to a semicolon here.

Now I don’t mean I murdered people on a regular basis, I just enjoy it when I do it.
I'm getting an increasing urge to volunteer to be your beta-reader so I can just correct the mistakes and send it back to you instead of quoting every other sentence and typing out what's wrong with the grammar and punctuation in it. Comma after "Now", "murdered" should be in present tense here because this chapter's general narration is in present tense, and the comma should be a semicolon.

Ah, **** it. I can't be bothered to point out all your punctuation errors anymore. I've already taught you the main rules you're breaking left and right here (don't separate two whole sentences with nothing but a comma; always have a comma or other punctuation on both sides of a direct address; use a comma and a lowercase letter at the end of a line of dialogue if it is followed by a dialogue tag contaning a speech verb, but a period and a capital letter if it is not; if you have a list of adjectives followed by the noun they apply to, do not separate the adjectives from the noun with a comma); it's up to you to apply them to the rest of the chaper. Hopefully this will make it take me slightly less to finish this chapter than it's been taking me to get this review done so far.

giving the prey (humans) to throw fits of “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!”s, screaming, and/or cry and weep in the most pathetic display ever.
Giving them what? You're missing a word here (probably "time"). And you'll want "crying" and "weeping". And "in the most pathetic display ever" sounds weird, mostly because you're combining "pathetic display" with "the most ____ ever", two figures of speech very different in tone.

If I had 5 minutes with them
Didn't I tell you to write out numbers? Seriously, this is one of the fundamental rules. You need to beat it into your head that whenever your hand reaches for the number pad, you should stop it and type out the word.

I’m her best friend since she was 10
Again.

she might of
ARGH. Might HAVE. There is no such thing as "might of", unless you're saying "the might of Conan the Barbarian", i.e. his might. Might HAVE. Might HAVE. I know you're not a native English speaker; don't slip into those pronunciation-based bad habits that we second-languagers are normally free of.

[Silent weeping]

…

[Deep breath and some sniffling]
Eh, I really don't like this. It's random script format. You can show she's upset with her words without resorting to that.

Also, I have to say she isn't doing a very good job at making me sympathize with her so far, since it's so blatantly obvious she is at fault and they're not. You're trying to get some major good/evil ambiguity going here, but in this part it's not working. At all. We know that Caasi and Charmeleon would never have left her mutilated in the basement if she hadn't been trying to kill them first, and she knows it too; in fact, it's even funnier because most of the injuries she inflicted on herself by her own voluntary decision to jump down that elevator shaft after them. It's the same with the man who gave Miss Pyromaniac the candle and Growlithe; you mentioned in the QftL forum thread that this would make him good, but it doesn't because he obviously did both only so that he would be able to use her - if he had been truly kind, he would have given her food and shelter instead of leaving her alone in the dark with a candle.

Okay, so her name is Morgan. Nice to know. Then I won't have to call her Miss Pyromaniac all the time.

told me “I love you.”, and gave me a tag
Remove the period.

Morgan has never left me alone to do a mission, nor show me that she was really worried like she just did. I could “snap” at any second, I don’t know if I can control myself then if Morgan isn’t around.
This should be in past tense, since Brenna is recalling past events at this point. "Morgan had never left me alone to do a mission, nor shown me that she was really worried like she had just done. I could have snapped at any second; I didn't know if I could control myself when Morgan wasn't around."

There was just the drab, grey, walls and some dim light.
Were.

Shaking off the sleep, (and the nightmare)
Move the comma to after the parentheses.

I heard the elevator come to a screeching halt.
I've never heard an elevator come to a "screeching" halt. o_O

If I “snapped”, I probably will get myself killed and mess up the mission in the process.
"If I snapped, I would probably get myself killed."

The large hallway was filled with fire hazards; paper projects practically coating the walls, several pieces of furniture were made of unprotected wood, and the floor had a rug, the type that burned like a dream. To top it all off, there wasn’t a source of water or a fire extinguisher in sight. Every human’s attention was fixed on me, frozen in place, walking candles.
Definite highlight of the chapter, particularly the "type that burned like a dream" part and the "walking candles". I can just picture the fire addict staring at all that, wanting to set it all on fire and not even knowing where to begin.

I bursted out of the elevator
I'm reasonably sure it's just "burst".

The next floor was separated, for some bizarre reason, by a brick wall in the middle of the hallway, keeping my fire at bay and forming the hallway into an “L” shape.
Having a very hard time picturing this; a brick wall in the middle of the hallway doesn't rhyme with the hallway being L-shaped to me at all. o_O

without worrying that they wouldn’t get far if they ran.
Here you're saying that she'd be worried that they wouldn't get too far, when in fact you meant to imply that she didn't worry about them getting too far.

flammible
I'm pretty sure it's "flammable".

The "I snapped" repetition really isn't working for me; it's really not a very powerful line in the first place, and instead of the repetition strengthening it as repetition can do, it only loses the little impact it had the more often you use it.

I lied on the floor
I already corrected this. Wrong "lie"! This should be "lay", and it's one of those things you really need to learn to do right if you don't want your readers to burst out laughing in the middle of a dramatic scene.

Now I’m going to rot in some elevator shaft because I can’t control myself. If those two never showed up in the first place, I would have been outside by now. Now I’m going to make Morgan feel guilty, let down the man in the white suit, and die slowly in this pit of pain.
Now I was going to (or would) rot in some elevator shaft; if those two had never shown up in the first place; now I was going to (or, again, would) make Morgan feel guilty.

The flames started to spill from my muzzle, more and more spilling
Repetition of "spill".

”I won’t give a damn if your legs are put though a food processor, you are going to kill that human. No excuses. Get it before it runs out the emergency exit.

”But--

”I WASN’T ASKING! I’M ORDERING YOU TO KILL IT!
All of these lines are missing closing quotes. Also, you seem awfully fond of making characters have heated internal arguments. o_O

Still on a role
I believe people speak of being "on a roll".

But instead I’m being ordered around to do this.
I was.



So. The plot is still intriguing. Mostly you have some logic and cliché ploblems, and your punctuation, I'm sorry to say, is really quite horrible. You've wasted an awful lot of time now just telling us about the school burning down, which is really destroying the pace, though; I particularly didn't find the Arcanine's point of view very enlightening at all because she's pretty much impossible to relate to and it didn't reveal anything interesting we didn't know already from either Caasi's chapters or Morgan's POV.

Keep posting it. I'll be reading. But getting a beta really would be a good idea if you're not good at picking up grammatical rules after having them mentioned to you once.
 
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Hey, its that crazy crow who talks all the time! Why not have yet another engaging conversation with it as well? You have plenty of free time anyway! :D

So let's talk about...um....er.....hm.

Why am I drawing an absolute blank here? I mean, I'm free of that annoying school work now that summer is here, I have a daily 4 hours of uninterrupted computer time, and I can now do whatever I please without worrying about things such as work anymore; so why can't I just chat away carelessly anymore, kaw? <:V

Maybe it's because I'm probably still just winded up tight from doing all that school work, the lack of sleep recently, and general boredom. It could also be the possibility that everything is starting to feel like work now that the stuff I did for fun is just about the only thing I can do. *Looks at Internet To-Do list* Okay, so its definitely because of that. Hurg. I need to find something fun to do to relax with before fun becomes less enjoyable and more like a chore. I mean look at me; I'm ranting without a trace of wit, and I don't even have a humorous </> tag to top it all off. :\

Mildly annoyed hen, kaw. |V
Anyway, let me start off this probably long-winded reply by saying that I have nothing in particular to do with my free time now that I don't have to worry about school work anymore. So feel free to prod me for whatever reason that pops into your mind. Now to take on part 1 of your reply, kaw! :V

Well, I used to be more active in sections like General Pokémon Discussion, but this was a while ago. A combination of my growing boredom of the place and its shrinking intelligence levels due to the rush of people when DP came out in English made me not feel like posting there any more. Most of my 1400 posts are probably from that period.
I highly doubt you would make about 700+ posts in a forum and one day just decide to quit posting constantly. There must have been some sort of subject that must have compelled you to stay on those sections, seeing how dedicated you were to posting in them.

That also brings the question: why did you decide to stay on these boards if your favorite sections' intelligence levels were going down? Wouldn't most people usually quit visiting message boards if they couldn't find anything to hold their interest? I would; and have. :\

I was under the impression that you'd reply in your own time and prodding wouldn't help because you were busy. You're saying prodding will work? 8D
Any method that isn't over MSN or something would work for me, since some technical issues I'm having with my computer are making it cumbersome for me to keep logged on without encountering some problems.

But yes, feel free to prod. :D

Also, from a writer's point of view, I've never really been that fond of police. It wouldn't be fun to write and therefore probably wouldn't be fun to read. It's just so... real-world-ish. As much as I'm probably a bad writer for saying this, I don't like writing trivial, realistic stuff.
OMGHOWDAREYOU?!! STOPWIRITING4EVERNOWANDGETOFFTHEINTERNETZ!!!! >:O</fake rant>

But in all seriousness, the best of fictional works seamlessly fuse both reality and fiction in a way that makes the willing suspension of disbelief totally redundant, as if looking through an aged photo album. Akin to looking at a photograph, the trivial details found in those special fictional works make all the difference by making the captured moment feel more organic and believable, lifelike even; the oversight of those simple details could cause the reader to question a particular element of the work, like a bright red spot jutted into the center of a black and white picture, simply shattering that near perfect illusion into a million pieces, the experience forever marred in the readers' minds. That achievement of perfect fantasy, that wonderful world just out of reach, that is true fiction.

So, yeah. I like trivial details in my realistic fiction. :D

Still. Grace still has something planned for Carrie and Theo which she is pretty damn sure will get them out of her way. You'll see next chapter.
What? No overly intricate, painfully slow death trap to mangle our heroes?! Curses, it seems like that confounded swivel chair is doing too well of a job with helping White plan things! I demand for that chair to be thrown out a window and to be replaced with an immobile stool! >:(

Please don't pick holes in this explanation; it is from way back in Chapter 5 when my plot logic was practically nonexistent, and as such I am fully aware that it sucks. Seriously, I pretty much just put that scene in there to give Carrie an excuse to leave MemorCorp in a hurry/to angst. I'm quite glad I did, though, because without it I wouldn't have been able to come up with the syringe of stuff that forces evolution immediately (which is a slightly different chemical this time - they took the chemical that accelerates evolution and concentrated it), which was quite a useful device during the Raptola kidnapping.
This is one of those times that you look back at what you've done and find that you did have a gem buried in that mess that you call your earlier work. And then you simply feel great. :D

...

Too bad I can't do that with Bug III. ._.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA~

YOU WATCH DOCTOR WHO?


YOUR LEVEL OF AWESOMENESS

HAS JUST RISEN AGAIN

SO MUCH
*Finishes bandaging ears* I can't help but help but chuckle when I imagine what your RL reaction to that small tidbit I said about a simple phone booth. I think I'll keep any other comments relating to Doctor Who squared away since I'll probably suffer Griff's fate if you've ever found out. :P

SlowCrow said:
I swear, if I keep ranking up in the "Awesome" department with you, I'll have to build a soundproof earmuffs that I could put on just so my ears don't explode from all the squeeing you'll do when I post.
You just did. 8D
I suggest that you do a quick grammar check with your answer there. :J

That and the Tenth Doctor, who is only my most fangirled character from anything, ever.
*Blushes* R-r-really? I can't be that special for doing one or two things when I get bored, can I? o_o'

Oh, I know how painful it can be to look at old chapters which you now think absolutely suck.

What if you started writing it again from scratch, though? You wouldn't have to look at your old writing, you can shuffle things around as easily as you like, keep the old ideas that you're still happy with, implement those new ones.
I would, but my problem isn't the structure or concept of it, its the execution. The grammar, logic, and cliché problems are everywhere in that story. And at this point, the document is more than 40 pages long (not counting from a Pyromaniac Dog's Point of View, which was a writer's spree gone bad and now its bleh; horribly bleh), and it is more or less a mess from start to end. I believe there is something worth salvaging under that mess, so much so I even made a checklist on what to do:

A) Follow advice on Prolouge edit.
*a) Change guards to ghosts/spirits (use for prologue or us for backstory) to reduce cliché level.
*b) Revise thief's POV according to advice.
*c) Revise last section of prologue.
*d) Check tense.
B) Redo part I of Burning Building.
*a) Revise hallway scene according to advice.
*b) Make sense of Ms. Larsting's class' lack of reaction. (Make hallway scene longer)
*c) Explain Caasi's reaction to Charmeleon. (Flashbacks?)
*d) Remember to correctly punctuate dialog!
C) Revise D.A.C.U scene to hint/explain their purpose.
D) Revise Caasi's POV in burning classroom.
*a) Try instilling more fear into Caasi.
*b) Revise elavator shaft fall for clarity.
E) Revise Autobiography of a Pyromaniac
*a) Fix age issue.
*b) Remove jail time.
*c.) Consider changing "oil" to "wax". (As well as using suggested description)
F) Revise part III of Burning Building.
*a) Redo Caasi's POV to minimize fall time, remove/postpone/set-up flashbacks.
*b) Fix Caasi's reaction of his own survival.
*c) Make sense of bomb (?)
*d) Fix Arcanine's charge of flames/ Caasi's heart rate.
G) Revise Finale of Burning Building arch.
*a) Consider removing capture scene.
*b) Revise "shock" scene.

However, I don't really have much from stopping me from cringing when I do decide to open up the document and try to follow this checklist (which, funnily enough, I originally created the document with the name "In Need of Repairs" not "Bug III"). On top of that, I don't even know how to pull any of the items on that checklist off properly since this is my first real fic and don't have much experience to speak of. The only real edit I can look at without really cringing is this one:
Bug III said:
His train of thought, as well as his legs, came to a halt as he gripped his wrist. He felt an extremely strange sensation, like if something cold and smooth was running down his wrist. This sensation was vaguely familiar to him, but the harder he tried to remember, the more his mind kept rejecting it, as if his mind was trying to actually hide something from him. And he was just about to recall the event from his hazy memory when...

"GYAAAAAH!"

Caasi stumbled to the floor and madly screeched in pain as he gripped his wrist. He could have sworn something was boring a hole through his stomach when he looked up from the floor. His eyes were met by
That was about as far I got into Item B on my list, due to the fact that I'm uncertain what should happen next, which annoys me to no end. What bothers me even more is that Butterfree already gave me three walls of text on what I can do to improve my fic, mostly composing of the grammar and logic errors with the fic, as well as some suggestions on fixing them. This would actually help if I could actually do those edits well enough to make the sections in question read any better, which I cannot, judging from my faulty prologue.

After mauling it over for a while, I decided that it would simply be best to ask somebody about what to do. The problem is, I have no clue on where I could possibly get somebody to teach me good fic structure, logic, characterization, and flow without annoying them to hell and back. So this is the stage where I've been for more than a year now. <:\

D:! Finish them! They're too awesome for you not to!
HOLD IT!

I never said I would never finish them, it that I didn't have the time to during the school year. But I have to run through Ace Attorney again since I erased the data. D|

8D I personally had vague knowledge that Grovyle was going to be a good guy, so I kept rawring at the screen through all of the earlier stuff where they painted him as a villain. It was fun. :3
That reminded me of when I actually got sucked into the story a little near the beginning of the game, which was when the vision of that Drowzee/Azurill scene was shown (I doubt that anybody didn't think that Drowzee came off as a pedophile there, I mean c'mon, "do exactly as I say"?). By the time I got through the dungeon, I recall saying "Freeze, you thinly disguised child exploiter! Although I do not posses a tazer, I do know TUNDA [thunder] WAVE!". Of course, the Drowzee only wanted a treasure in a very small hole and needed somebody small to squeeze through there to get it for him (don't think about that wording too much), but I found the notion that less than family-friendly themes actually being present in a Pokemon game funny. :P

Nah, I find it gets a bit samey after a while. And the MONSTER HOUSES. GRARGH.
That's why I always carry a Petrify Orb or five with me, just in case. :P

Foliano watched her go and smiled, admiring the way her crest leaf curved through the air, decorating her lithe form.
I have no idea. Stop reminding me of when my writing was way too over-the-top. D:
How do I say this without giving you another bad mental image...?

Well, in simple terms, I thought you were actually start sexualizing Grovyle at that point; don't ask me why. Now I know you were just making Grovyle look as awesome as possible. I blame the scalie community for warping my senses (the less you know, the better). @_@

It is? D: I was always under the impression that using the Leaf Blade glow as a light source was somewhat creative too - the closest thing to it I've seen is using Fire-types who have flames on their bodies, which is done quite a bit.
Maybe I threw around the word "cop-out" too lightly there. What I meant to say was that you had a couple different instances where you interpreted a Pokemon's move differently than what the anime had (such as Psychic). The flip-flopping between logics warranted a foul from me at the time, but I can let it slide at this point.

xD Just because I prefer the slapsticky end myself doesn't mean I'll actually stop reading a fic because it uses the more realistic, bloody end of the scale. I mean, look at Dragonfree's fic.
You mean Fall of a Leader? I've happened to read through that last summer, and I believe that the slitting of a random Nidoran's throat was enough of a tone-setter for the amount of carnage the fic would have. With something like that at the beginning of a fic, who needs disclaimers? XP

You foolish fool with your foolish inability to write foolish bricks of text as foolishly long as this fool can! >=D
You FOOL! >:O

Reunion, and Turnabout is 2-2, not 1-3. D:
I was going to reffer to the Masque*DeMasque case where nobody actually dies until the second half of the case, which is pretty significant in a series of games that revolve around murder trials, I then chose to go with the Steel Samurai, but at the last minute I changed it to Iny Miney's case; hence the number mixup. @_@

But hey, wild speculation on something I totally didn't intend to be ominous is still amusing.
You know, I've noticed that you and Butterfree use the word "amusing" quite a bit in your comments, so much so that it gives the vibe that you two are masterminds of an evil organization, never descending into the informal ranks of the soon to be conquered people of Earth by daring to say the word "funny".

Heh, I got something unintentionally ominous out of a comment about unintentionally ominous things being amusing. Whoo. xP

While some parts may be a bit illogical, is it really that bad from a writing perspective to have an antagonist capable of turning back the tables in their favour fairly quickly?
When you're talking about the Big Bad of the story, then its absolutely necessary to give them the upper hand, seeing how a story where the protagonists are always a step ahead of the villains will more or less make the main antagonist(s) look like Team Rocket. When dealing with other, smaller antagonists, however, they don't really need to be on top of their game, really, seeing how they can phase out and phase back into the plot without much disruption to the flow of the story.

I'll also add here that Vanessa continuing to follow them on foot wouldn't have worked that well. from my perspective, it would be incredibly annoying and kind of repetetive to constantly write her stalking them through the forest - there doesn't seem to be anything particularly interesting I could do with that situation any more.
Well, from my perspective, she's still walking right behind Carrie and crew. The only reason why she stalked them in the first place was to discover Archopy's location so that she could capture it herself. Vanessa is still stalking them via software, still using Carrie and crew's position to find Archopy's location, and of course, still wanting to capture Archopy. So all you did with the software was have Vanessa walk right behind Carrie and crew, just with a few kilometers of space between them this time. :\

With this additional space between them in mind, it makes me wonder how Vanessa manages to duck out right before Carrie and crew run into members of Bad Light (once in the desert and once more in Fortree). Is it simply a coincidence, is it because you never planned those two atagonists to meet, or is it something more? *_*

As far as my mental idea of the Pokémon world goes, any technology regarding Pokémon is highly advanced, but ordinary technology having nothing to do with Pokémon - in other words, anything we might have in the real world - is at a fairly similar level to ours, if slightly higher.
I assumed that Internet access would work similarly to in our world - important places like the Pokémon Centre would have free wifi for the the area it's in, but nothing like Internet access for absolutely everywhere, and certainly not for absolutely everywhere in a place like Fortree City where everyone still lives in trees.
Let me throw a couple concepts your way and see if your opinion stays the same.

We got diapers from going to outer space, plastic from looking for replacement rubber, and the Internet from needing a way for the government to communicate within itself instantly; I highly doubt that other scientific discoveries weren't made during the development of the Poke Ball, the Pokedex, trainer bags, Poke medicine, and the TM/HM; it's just simply too hard not to. When people subtle across methods for converting matter into light, instant recognition of body anatomy by simply pointing at a creature, bending space, on demand injury healing, and store bought memories and abilities, I highly highly doubt that people would do nothing with those concepts. Tech advances fuel other tech advances, no matter what you do and no matter how small.

Plus, GPS tracking technology still manages to work inside mountains, underground caves, and leagues under the ocean; I think something like a few inches of foliage wouldn't do much to interfere with a frequency. Also keep in mind that Pokemon Trainers need to upload/download info to some government run server every time they catch a Pokemon from insane places, such as from the above environments as well as structures that go miles into the sky, volcanoes, miles out at sea, and deserts; they're going to need something that sends out a stronger signal than your standard Wi-Fi technology can ever hope to dish out due to the fact that hotspots cannot simply be placed in every possible place and expect to be upkept or efficient. If they get a signal that strong for Trainers to use, why not use it as an Internet signal as well?

So what do you say now? :P

Hmm. I guess it would be plausible for part of the software to include clicking on the dot indicating an occupied Poké Ball to bring up brief details of the Pokémon inside despite it not having been mentioned in the narration.
Speaking of Pokeballs, if Carrie somehow does decide to capture Archopy with the Master Ball, there are a few technicalities that'll make their presence known.

I noticed this technicality as I though to myself "what does the software say about the OT?". Something as valuable and rare as a Master Ball must have had some anti-theft precautions installed at purchase, and registering it to the Trainer who purchased it would seem like a natural thing to do. If so, we hit a roadblock: what will happen if Carrie captures Archopy while Vanessa already has 6 Pokemon on her team? That would mean that as soon as the Master Ball is thrown, Archopy would already belong to Vanessa and be sent to a highly secure system that only Vanessa can access; the PC system. I think that is what Vanessa is planning, logically speaking.

However, if the OT is registered at capture we'll run into another problem, specifically, a problem in Vanessa's plan. If Carrie captures Archopy with 6 Pokemon in her team, Archopy would be sent to Carrie's PC, which would give Vanessa no chance to reclaim "her" Archopy. This would render her plan useless, but I don't think that she's particularly concerned about this particular situation happening judging from her attitude.

A second thing is what will happen if both Carrie and Vanessa have 5 Pokemon in their teams (Carrie having only 5 due to putting little Raptola in a PC). That would mean that they would have to brawl over the Master Ball, which Vanessa shouldn't really have much a problem with since she knows both Carrie's and Theo's teams enough to bring counters for their Pokemon to the scene of the capture. Also take into consideration that Bad Light would also have been (or be) on the scene to rough up Carrie and crew a little, making said battle even easier for Vanessa.

A third technicality is based off the second part of the first point in that what would happen if Archopy is registered as Carrie's Pokemon? Simply taking Archopy at that point would simply be stealing. Of course, Carrie technically stole the Mater Ball in the first place. Thus, official ownership is disputable; making things additionally complicated for both Carrie and Vanessa.

<_> So yeah, just wanted that to get out there.

Find code: punch-riser

...okay, I'll admit the purpose of the software to anyone other than Vanessa is a little bit hazy. But, since Vanessa isn't able to actually follow Carrie and Theo, I wanted her keeping an eye on them from afar. I did actually consider some kind of literal tracker planted on them, but I didn't really know how Vanessa would be able to plant it. Then I thought it'd be more interesting if the "tracker" was, ironically, the Master Ball which Carrie and Theo stole from her in the first place.
The only reason why I think Vanessa even knows of the software is that she uses it to keep track of the Pokemon she sells; the exact reason why, I'm not sure of. But hey, it's a reason. :\

The thing is, while this might all seem like a great amount of convenience from Vanessa's point of view, the fact is still that they have no intention of actually capturing Archopy, so all this über-prepared-ness is probably not going to come to anything.
Highly doubt so for two reasons: Checkhov's gun/boomerang and the Law of Conservation of Detail. Any other objections will be settled by betting in intervals of $5 (approximately £8) and then stating the reason for objection within one paragraph. Winner receives all the money in the jar of bets. :P

You're not to know this, of course, but the "transporter" is something she doesn't think she'll be able to use more than once.
OMG insider info, kaw! :V

If it's something that Vanessa "thinks" that she won't be able to use more than once, its either sentient, and by extension, alive (i.e: unruly Pokemon), or it's an old piece of junk that somehow miraculously works and moves people through space and time (i.e: TARDIS). >_>

Feel free to debate any of my points, and by all means, keep doing stuff like this in further reviews - they ensure that I actually put more thought into the logic of other situations in the future.
Well, it's really no problem for me, but if you surround your errors with too much awesome, I might miss them. :P

...I worry about what your evil plans with these quotes of mine are. D:
...I worry about the amount of text I'll have to sort through to assemble the quotes I need, kaw. <:V

Still, I assume you're aware of how utterly inconceivable it is for Velotus to decide to evolve on his own volition. Did you perhaps think something crazy like the Mightyena's calculated growl being some kind of ancient magical chant that forces evolution? Tee hee. Though that would have indeed made a rather awesome epileptic tree.
What I thought happened was that Velotus didn't evolve on his own will, rather I thought something on the outside made him do so. I first thought the growl was some sort of calculated signal that would lure Velotus into a trap (such as Mean Look, Scary Face, Glare, etc.). When Velotus screamed, I thought that one of the random goons took the chance to inject Velotus with the evolution inducting agent from earlier, causing him to evolve, hence the scream of indignation. The possible explanation was that Bad Light knew that Carrie would stop chasing after Archopy if all of her Grovyle evolved, leaving her too much of an emotional wreck to really do anything.

There were some other theories, but the one I've stated made the most sense. >_>

And I'm so writing down that ancient magical chant theory, it's just so epic. :D

The reason I said that Velotus wouldn't be too happy to appear in public is simply because he's not the kind to enjoy mass attention.
That's what I though initially when you said that Velotus opted not to be in the sig, but that red harring made me think otherwise. Now I hate fish, kaw. |V

Only because I was never aware of how to pass it in the first place. D: If it's not even possible for me to get hold of the information, what am I meant to do about getting it right?

*shrugs, as she is unlikely to be using another Whirlwind attack in the fic anyway*
Kaw! >:V

Don't shrug off gaps in logic like that, it'll become a habit and your fic will suffer!

SlowCrow said:
1, Her Grovyle were defending her while she was simply running; therefore, it makes sense that they'd get more injured than her.
2, The men chasing her may not have been aiming to injure her particularly much - after all, the man on the Arcanine chose to drive her into the Kecleon-trap rather than roast her alive.
3, Since humans are nowhere near as resilient as Pokémon, having Carrie injured as much as Foliano or Ivyx were would be essentially crippling the main character - not convenient at all from a writer's perspective.
I honestly have no idea. Enlighten me.
The blatant lie would be number 2 on that list, considering that Carrie was almost ripped to shreds by a disgruntled Mighyena and mowed down by a Pursuit. It would seem to me that the first man seemed more intent on harming Carrie than the second.

"Phoenix! Haven't I always told you to turn things around? Think backwards!
Hmm, I remember that being "think outside the box", or maybe its my hazy memory; who knows? XP

Now do you see why I don't capitalise the e? =D

(And before you ask, I don't capitalise the g either because it'd both look ugly and make it too obvious.)
Heh, that makes sense now. Would my question have happened to make you change your motto? :P

Why would there be complications? I have more time to write during the summer that I do in the rest of the year. The only problem is making sure I don't end up finding a huge great distraction due to sheer boredom.
Well, if you keep conversing with me over the summer, you'll be sure that you're always talking about the fic! Kaw! :V

(online ones, before you go assuming any of my RL friends are that awesome)
You are Carrie. The Internet is your tree. Your online friends are your Grovyle. Be happy. Who needs real friends when you have us? You don't need a "real" life, stay here and write your fic. You might as well stay here; FOREVER. </brainwashing> :D

Learn anything interesting? Practically everything you find there is interesting. 8D
Well, thanks to my Trope Walk I had earlier when I looked up Checkov's Gun, I could say I've learned that I should NEVER "just look up" anything on TV Topes if I don't want to get totally distracted for at least half an hour. I just love when long winded sentences, lists, and events can get condensed down into one trope (such as a list of France's accomplishments linking to "Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys"), it shows how seemingly intricate things are just drawn out elements that have been done many times before. XP

Several years later I saw a trailer on BBC advertising the new series, and I thought it might be worth a go. I watched the first episode, liked it, and so followed the rest of the series without missing an episode.
That reminds me of the time I came across "The Lost Room", a miniseries on Sci-Fi a couple years back, I think around 2007. It only has three episodes to its name (each being 2 hours long, if I recall correctly), but I found it interesting. Probably would have become a full-blown series if it wasn't for the Writer's Strike, but oh well. Here's some basic info (with spoilers, so beware the plot summary), but I can't seem to find actual full length episodes on the net as of now. If you somehow come across it, let me know, I want to rewatch it. :P

All those tantalising hints about what had happened to Edgeworth earlier in the storyline made me desperately want the first game, so I ordered a used copy online. Since my birthday is in early February, I decided I'd get the other two games for that instead of paying for them myself, and I did.
Well, I started playing PW when I stumbled across a playthrough video of Case 1 of Trials and Tribulations, and I decided to rent a copy. When I had finally beat Case 5, I discovered that it was the last game of the series, so I decided to get the first ones. Now I'm still working my way through Case 2-3 and 4-1 while doing various other things. :P

The three greatest shocks of the PW games for me were Case 1-4's intro, Edgeworth's "suicide", Terry Fawles' suicide in Case 3-4, and Phoenix’s appearance in Apollo Justice. What are yours? :P

It's really not very crammed at all. I mean, right now it's kinda full, but that's just because I haven't cleared it out in ages. I honestly don't get PMs that often at all.
Speaking of PMs, how's the judging going? Are you flooded with things to rate? Find any one-shot particularly interesting? :P

As sappy as it may sound, I never fail to feel all :3-ish when I see that my fic's managed to gain a new reader.
While on the subject of readers and judging, have any of the entrants read your fic just because you're a judge? How squee are you about having five new readers in the past two weeks? I'm guessing very squee, no? ;D

Those are the ones I absolutely like the most, but of course I love other stuff like speculation and snarky comments on quotes. :3
Stop making me feel all special, I'm not doing anything that's really praise worthy anyway! Kaw! <:V

As for negative criticism, I appreciate it a lot but I don't know if I could say I actually like reading it since it fills me with a frustrating sense of embarassment about whatever I did wrong, and if there's one emotion I can't stand, it's embarassment. That's not to say I don't find it helpful and recognise its importance, though.
Well, it's not like you're constantly bombarded with negative criticism every time you post a new chapter. There has only been one significant instance where somebody gave the fic some negative criticism, which isn't so good when you consider how long the fic has been going for. In that time an underlying flaw that nobody notices is developing and won't be brought to attention until that one reviewer comes along and points it out to you specifically. Sure it'll improve your writing, but getting this far without negative criticism could make getting some even more crushing. </somewhat inaccurate cynical statement>

I'm lazy, I've had a lot of exams recently, and, like Dragonfree, I find it difficult to write if I'm not in the mood.
So now that its summer and school is over, how much of the above statement still holds up? >_>

I'd have either had to admit that they were right, thereby revealing and ruining the plot twist that I'd been sitting on for ages and was really very pleased with, or pretend to admit that it was mistake or inconsistency despite it being nothing of the sort in the vain attempt to preserve some of the twist's twistiness.
Couldn't you have just spoke in "Authornese" to confuse the readers or used the power of vague answers to avoid the question? Sure, it'll still hurt, but most of the other readers will be oblivious to the discovery. Something like "That is rather interesting, isn't it?" or "How far do you think this inconsistency can go, hmm?" could have caused some epileptic trees to sprout and distract readers long enough so that they'll forget the whole situation.

Speaking of which, how would you exactly be motivated to continue writing if you planned to have the characters would go to the wrong direction in the first place? Wouldn't it be even a greater challenge to build on top of that shock than reach the canyon in the first place?

My chapters often do go comment-less for a day or more, but there is very little I can do about it if they have. :/ I already send out notification PMs at the time of posting, so I can hardly PM people the next day to crack a whip and be all "OMG I POSTED MY CHAPTER A DAY AGO WHY HAVE YOU NOT READ IT YET YOU FOOL?".
Well, my question to you would be if your're so eager for a comment to crop up in your topic, why do you wait 3+ days to respond to a reply when you finally get one? How do you go about answering them, anyway? :\

The fic basically started off with the idea of Carrie (who already existed, although not quite the same as she is now, as a character in a casual roleplay with friends; yes, I know that's a bad thing to do, shut up D: ) witnessing an Archopy (which ALSO already existed as a Fakemon although I at least don't think there's anything wrong with that) flying above her head.
Only two borrowed characters? I planned Bug III to have about eight, not including any of the original characters. The main reason for that was that Bug III came along as a way to keep an idea written down so it isn't forgotten, like many other of my fic ideas. Making new characters for every idea would get confusing, so about three of those characters became placeholders, just to make things easy for myself. Eventually five more joined those three, and at that point I decided I should finally write a fic. Of course, I couldn't just shove them into the fic, I would have to spread them out so their placement feels more natural. Only one has really appeared in the fic so far, before I stopped writing for previously stated reasons. So yeah. @_@


Well, I have no more to say. Nope. Absolutely nothing to say. Not a thing. Nevermind the spoiler you see. It's just an illusion. Why not take a nice, warm bath and completely forget the fact that the spoiler is here? o_o'
Well, Ms. Persistent, it looks like you came across yet another list of my questions to you; considerably longer than the previous list! Enjoy, kaw! :V

OK, let's start with the oddly probing and somewhat creepy questions! :D

Seeing how being made from 100% Dominican materials also inherently means my diet consists of rice served with some type of meat (if not, something deep fried), I’m curious on what do people without Spanish influences eat for dinner(i.e you).

How did you find this site; more specifically, this board?

Have there been times where being a girl on the Internet affected your experience? If it has, how so?

What are the conditions of/around you computer? How much time do you usually spend on it? Is there anything notably comfortable/annoying about you set-up?

Judging from a couple of statements you've made in the past (such as thinking up Vanessa during one of your Geogrpahy lessons), you're a total slacker at school, aren't you? :P

Do you find the concept of lucid dreaming interesting? What would you do if you found yourself in a lucid dream? (I'm sure you have experienced this phenomena before; its basically when you can consciously control the events in your dream without descending into the hazy blur that is the dream state)


Now for some Pokemon related questions, this time being not as stalkerishly creepy! :o

What are you looking forward to in the G/S remakes? What are you most skeptical about? Are you preparing yourself not to get sucked in when you decide to buy it? (In before “Grovyle walking behind me. Squee! :3”)

Favorite 3D Pokemon game? What did you find compelling about it? How did you come across it? Do you still have that game in your possession? Are you still looking forward to a sequel?

What relatively insignificant thing about the Pokemon series do you find interesting (certain locations, items, concepts, etc.)? Have you ever considered incorporating that concept into your fic?

Don't you ever just stop and think about how amazing that a relatively simple franchise like the Pokemon series only relies on a few key concepts to exist, yet it gives us endless sources of joy and entertainment just because it doesn't have a dead set list of rules? I ,for one, do. :D


And finally, some questions vaguely connected to your fic!

How did you stumble onto The Cave of Dragonflies in the first place? How much do you love it for inspiring your fic?

Forget about getting published; what if an animation studio, hypothetically speaking of course, decided to make a fully animated series based off LE? How would you react and what would you do? (Let’s just assume Nintendo/Game Freak gave you the rights to use the characters since the content of your fic isn’t too graphic)

Why did you decide to add Raptola to Carrie's team? How did you come to that decision? Why is he a Grovyle rather than a Treeco? What do you plan to do with him now that he’s in a PC? (You might want to refer to the possible use of Raptola's absence by the statement I near the phrase "punch-riser")


Okay, so you stumbled upon THAT load of questions, now we can all go home happy, right? :D
Let’s take away the spotlight away from the creator and give it to the createes; its time for another round of Ask the Characters! :o

Well, first question is directed toward Carrie and her Grovyle. Seeing how much time you guys spend in forests, its safe to assume you get hungry. So what exactly do you eat? Considering the fact that you go to several forests throughout the region, I assume that you usually don’t rely on the resident berries in the area for food.

Carrie, these next questions are directed at you.

First off, how did you get all the way to Petalburg Woods by yourself, bearing in mind that your home town is halfway across the continent?

And while on the subject of forests, your tree climbing habits would indicate you see a lot of tree dwelling Pokemon, and I assume some don’t take kindly to tree-climbing humans; have there been times where you were actually attacked while in a tree, such as the ever so infamous “swarm of Beedrill”?

For a change in pace, let’s assume that you have to leave the forest for a while and go into the city. Tell me about what you usually do when you’re in one (hopefully you take a bath :P). Also tell me about how your Pokemon react to the change of scenery.

Well, seeing how you guys have already taken all of the spotlight from my last session and most of this session, I think I’ll end this by asking questions to the oh so ignored Theo Harcliffe.

Theo, seeing that you’re an enthusiastic archeologist, I assume you have been in the Sinnoh Underground. Quite an odd piece of work, isn’t it? When you have something like that waiting for you, why stay in Hoenn? And speaking of archeology, what and when did you decide to actually start digging for fossils?


This reply is 12 pages long. Wow. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ramblefest (which you'll have to respond in parts to, again); I'm off to see if Frosted Heavens left any food offerings in my new shrine. See you around and keep on writing! :D

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*Looks at last PM reply date*

Gah, it's been more than a "solid week" now, hasn't it? @_@

Oh, where to begin with this reply? An explanation would be appropriate, now wouldn't it? Well, as you may already know, school decided to put its "vocational" status to good use and put me through a gauntlet of year-end projects, some of which aren't even done yet. After a solid month of not replying to your PM, I found a couple hours of "free time" (by which I mean "chance for procrastination") and decided to see if you've posted a new fic chapter, and to my surprise, you had. So, I did the courteous thing and gave the chapter a quick reaction rundown and posted it. Shortly thenafter, I was hit with yet another project for another class, which was roughly when you posted your reply in LE. I quickly pecked out a PM for you and left it at that (which I kind of feel guilty for making it so short). However, now that the most labor intensive projects are finished, I can finally make a proper reply! I just hope I can still be witty... <:(

Kaw, now prepare for my overdue reply! :V

I went nowhere. I don't post very often on these forums anyway - just in my fic thread whenever I feel like replying to reviews/have a new chapter, occasionally in the Club that I own, and very occasionally on other people's fics or in the Author's Café. Me not posting for a week isn't unusual at all - I still visit the forums to read them regularly, though.
Well, I've now seen that myself during my lurking activity. For somebody with 1,400+ posts, one would think that you would be more active. :P

The only reason I slacked off from replying to your PM until Friday was because I knew you wouldn't be reading it until Saturday at the earliest anyway. =P
That is NOT true! I read it on Thursday...it's just that I didn't reply for over a month. >_>

You should have prodded me more. >_<

Hm? You seem to be misunderstanding her intentions here - she wants Carrie and Theo out of the way simply because right now, she assumes they're trying to capture Archopy (or at the very least, given that they broke into MemorCorp, that they're not going to want Archopy returned there). The question right now is what she has planned with regards to dealing with them.
<__> It seems like the original method of inflicting severe mental and emotional trauma is not working for MemerCorp; maybe they just should have issued a police warrant for breaking into their lab, damaging their equipment, and holding two of their guards hostage.

I highly doubt getting a warrant for arresting somebody would trigger a full blown investigation of their company (unless the public already suspects something), so it’s a wonder why White didn't try contacting the police in the first place.

Huh? Since when were MemorCorp experimenting on methods to evolve Grovyle?
I was referring to the incident in Carrie and crew's infiltration of MemorCorp where Carrie pulled a needle from a Pokemon's arm, causing it to evolve. I was pretty sure it was a Grovyle, seeing how guilty she seemed afterward...

If the situation arises... heck yes. 8D
We will also throw ourselves into blue police boxes in the off chance that we encounter one. :)

OH MY GOD YOU READ TVTROPES TOO! 8DDDD

you have just entered a new realm of awesome.

And now we can also confuse uneducated outsiders by talking in tropes! 8D
After I read this, I went though yet ANOTHER Archive Binge of TV Tropes. >_< I hope your happy for making me lose 9 more hours of my life to a computer monitor...because I wouldn't have it any other way. :D

I swear, if I keep ranking up in the "Awesome" department with you, I'll have to build a soundproof earmuffs that I could put on just so my ears don't explode from all the squeeing you'll do when I post. Although, I'll always be below Grovyle on your “sqeeing list“, won't I? :P

Oi. I said it had some nice action scenes, and I meant it. Stop getting all self-deprecating on me now. D:
I would if it wasn't for the fact that I never really got around to working out how I'm going to bring the fic back. I want to go back and rewrite what I've done just so that I can have peace of mind when I DO decide to write new chapters for the thing, but I can't! Every time I pull it up, I can't bring myself to actually start rewriting since it looks just so bad to me, and I really want to start because I have actual ideas I want to implement now! It's been about a year since I first wrote the thing and I haven't made any real changes since then!

Sad hen, kaw. <:V

Ah, but did you expect me to be able to pull off a turnabout? 8D

(yes, once again, I had way too much fun with this. Also, nice job on the cross-examination; you managed to make it work kind of like how they do in the games.)
Thanks, seeing how I've spent all of last summer playing those games. I still need to finish playing the first and last game, though.

I think that‘ll be the last court case for a while, though, since they require so much effort to do that doing one for every reply is starting to feel like work. >_>

...what? You didn't think I spent all that time being sucked into the fandom doing nothing, did you? =D
;__; S-s-stop making me feel like I have no idea what I'm talking about!

YES.

I SQUEE'D VERY MUCH.

Seriously, I loved him; even if he hadn't been a Grovyle he'd still have been the most badass, complex, fangirlable character in the game. I really haven't fangirled him enough, to be honest. I should replay the game sometime, but I only want to do so for the storyline and can't particularly be bothered to do all the dungeon-crawling again.
I had a feeling that you'd react that way. :P

At first, I thought he was going to be another flat villain in another long line of bland Pokemon villains. During the first few minutes in Beach Cave, I just wanted to throw my DS at the wall because of how bad I though the story would be. I was thoroughly proven DEAD. WRONG. And I was happy. :D

But the crawling is the best paaaaaart! It's just the bland music that makes it unbearable, kaw! <:V

Looooooong story. But one that I might as well tell.
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[Looooooooong ramble here]
And, well, you've read the earlier chapters of LE. You know just how escalated that hate had become, back before Butterfree slapped some sense into me.
After thinking about what you said for a bit, I remembered going though LE the first time and thinking "Wow. How much do you have to demonize something and romanticize another until you know that we get the point?!" I still think that you took it a bit overboard for the reason why Carrie hates Sceptile, though. o_o

And I came across a line that made me feel awkward from LE...
Foliano watched her go and smiled, admiring the way her crest leaf curved through the air, decorating her lithe form.
I recall just staring at the screen for a few seconds after I read that line. Just staring. Try guessing why. @_@

Nah, it was the games. My mum bought me and my two older brothers a Game Boy and a copy of Blue way back when they were new, and for a while all of us were into Pokémon - it was the craze, after all.
The more people from the fandom I ask this question, the more I see that most of us were exposed to it by random encounters with the games. I mean, I was exposed to the games when I was running through the isles of a department store and a picture of Pikachu just happened to catch my eye. If it wasn't for my stubborn resolve to get Pokemon Yellow Version, I would have ended up with the Gameboy version of the Pokemon Collectable Card Game, which would have ended badly since I barely could read at the time. I guess we're all lucky like that. :P

I like to think that my fic actually contains mostly game logic, but obviously, this game world has to be turned into a world that one could realistically live in, hence why it might seem more anime-ish. I do take the occasional bit of influence from the anime, though, the depiction of Leaf Blade being an obvious one.
Using the Leaf Blade glow is a cop-out and you know it! >:V (Although, using Espeon's random ability to sense air pressure was creative)

You know, part of the reason why I want to get back to writing Bug III is that I want to interpret how Pokemon’s moves actually work without all the cop-outs and anime logic (no offence). <_>

Personally, I prefer the more slapsticky side, mostly because I just don't like the idea of a Pokémon battle with blood spurting everywhere and Pokémon potentially dying. Clearly I'm still young at heart. xP
o_o And how far did you get into reading Bug III?

Lost Evolution is my first fic. Before that, while I enjoyed creative writing tasks in school, I never wrote anything of my own accord. Unless you count the sentence-long stories I used to write for fun when I was about five, but I doubt they helped me grow as a writer any.

It's funny. 'Cause when I wrote those "stories" when I was that young, I was convinced that I wanted to be a "story-writer" when I grew up. Then I started growing up, and through the rest of my childhood I forgot about this and had very little to do with writing. And then when I'm fourteen I suddenly decide to start writing a fic, and it's like hey, looks like I can do this "story-writing" thing after all.
Stop making me feel bad about my writing ability, darn it! >o<

Like I said, from the skimming I'd done, it looked like the best written fic on the TQftL forums. When you brought it to SPPf, I thought I might as well give it a proper read.
Which makes it creepy since that was the EXACT reason why Butterfree read it, too. O_o

So, what are your favourite PW cases? 8D
STOP.

DOING.

THAT.

>:( You took all of the good choices and you made me look like an utter fool since I can't write bricks of text like you can! Now I have to fly all the way to Great Britain, get a cab, drive to your house, and brick ALL of your windows just to get even! Thanks a lot! >:V</false anger>

Well, my favorite case would, like, then have to be, like, Case 1-3; Reunion, and Turnabout. It was, like, seriously cool, when, like, Pheonix, like, busted down the door to the, like, channeling chamber and, like, said to send the bill to, like, Pheonix Law Offices. That, and, like, the revelation that Ini Miney was, like, a literal two-faced liar. Who would, like, have guessed the car was from, like, Japan? And I, like, found Ini's swaying arms to be, like, really entransic after a while. I wish I could have, like, typed up a better description of, like, what I liked in the case so I don't look like an idiot. :O </Valley girl accent>


Seeing how short this reply is compared to yours, I can't help but feel like I've shelved about half of your opinion, which makes me feel like a total jerk. So rather than leave this PM like this, I think I should clear up some other things I'm not satisfied with. Brace yourself; take a deep breath; and click…

My elaborations of my comment in the LE topic from more than a week back! So, enjoy while I make my simple, snarky comments into actual criticism (because even the Pope thinks your topic needs some serious criticism)! :D

That was ominous? Well, if you want to think that way, go ahead. I'm not going to discourage wild speculation. :3
Wild speculation? It felt more like tempting fate, if anything. I mean, you actually have a nurse come and tell Carrie specifically not to put Cresent through any serious battles for a while in a chapter called pursuit. Plus, Carrie came very close to actually using Crescent when she was entangled by Keckleon. If you didn't want it to come off as foreshadowing, you could have at least made Crescent stay at the Pokemon Center for a bit. Just saying. :I

How is it at all unfair? It's not like Carrie actually intends to capture Archopy like Vanessa is assuming.

(but seriously, if you do have an issue with the believability of this or something, like you might possibly have been implying, please do elaborate.):
OK, now here we get to the part where I should have really elaborated on what I was trying to say the first time around, but didn't. My problem isn't that Carrie is "planning" to capture Archopy, but rather that Vanessa is going from severely inconvenienced to inexplicably prepared in nothing flat. Let me explain in parts:

from the window of an abandoned treehouse opposite,
First off, Venessa manages to locate an abandoned treehouse which puts her in the exact spot she needs to be in. How could anybody know that a treehouse was abandoned from the ground, let alone escape the sight of other people in the local area who would probably know that the house isn't occupied and nobody should be going in/out of it? If that wasn't enough...

It was a good thing she’d been able to find an empty house close enough to the Pokémon Centre to receive internet connection.
This. It's one thing to break into an abandoned treehouse, but its another when that one treehouse just happens to be close enough to pick up a signal that's strong enough to be usable in the trees. Looking at the way that line is worded, it sounds like you're aware of the fact of how much Bull-Snapple all of this is and are just handwaving it, but you're actually playing it straight. Nevermind the fact that Wi-fi nor the concept of the Internet was even mentioned before in the fic, and they decide to pop up now. To most people, this would be perfectly plausible because we have those things in similar institutions; but to me it's more plausible that the Pokemon world's technology is so advanced that Wi-fi is available in almost any location above ground. It wouldn't be hard as making space bending Trainer bags or matter energy conversion spheres, in my opinion. >_>

This wouldn't have bothered me so much if the next two points didn't irk me so much...

The software wasn’t actually legal, but the authorities usually had a lot more to worry about with the kinds of people who used it than a simple invasion of privacy.
My problem with this software is not that it only tracks used Pokeballs, but it tracks unused Pokeballs as well. While it would be practical to keep track of how registered Trainers are using their Pokeballs, I find it extremely odd that it doesn't track what's inside them. Why would a system that only tracks Pokeballs exist in the first place then? By only tracking their location, place of origin, and status, it turns out to be a very situational system to even invent, let alone use, really; so much so I hardly understand why it would be illegal to use in the first place. I suspected that it was more of a database that collects data of all captured Pokemon that would be used for government and regulation purposes, but it turns out to be a modified GPS tracker (which is just exactly what Vanessa needs right now). Speaking of tracking, how did Vanessa follow Carrie and crew all the way to Fortree City if she didn’t see where they went after she left them in the desert? (I'm guessing she didn't use the software, since she didn't know that her Master Ball was still unused)

It didn’t worry Vanessa – she knew of someone in Fortree whom she was sure would give her a lift to anywhere she needed to be.
This is the nicely timed cherry on the easily accessible top of the convenience cake of this whole situation. Unless the "someone" turns out to be the leader of the Fortree Gym, I really think that this is a cop-out. Not only can Vanessa now track Carrie and crew's movements on demand, she could now go to their location at any time she pleases as well. Last time, all she could do to keep track of them was to actually walk behind them. Suddenly, the rules change and she doesn't so much as need to even be in the same part of Hoenn as Carrie and crew to see where they are, which was way more than MemorCorp could have said in the past. It just all seems too easy for Vanessa right now, contrasting with the image of inconvenience her Pokeballs and Pokenav to her side creates.

Speaking of which, why couldn't Vanessa just leave an empty Pokeball with the rest of her stuff in the desert so she could find it later using the software? She has access to her "transporter" as well, so why can't she simply get her stuff while she waits for Carrie and crew to do her dirty work? :\

(After thinking about the software's vagueness for a bit, I think I know the method of how Carrie and crew are going to get Vanessa off their tail; one that I recall thinking of when Carrie couldn't break the Master Ball when she first got it: USE THE BALL ON A RANDOM WILD POKEMON.)

Now to get to the rest of the comments. :D

ELYVORG used Hey-I've-Studied-Rainforests-In-Geography,-These-Look-Like-Fun-To-Write-About!
You know, although Routes 119 and 120 ARE the only places in R/S/E where it constantly rains, I highly doubt its a rainforest, considering that grass (the extremely long kind, at that) is present, which rainforests barely even have. That and the fact that there isn't much soil in rainforests to leave deep imprints in, as Theo did, also makes that fact obvious. I guess I'll have to tack it on your list... >_>

UTTER FAILURES
-Biology and genetics
-Non-bias perspective
-Dream sequences
-Geography

There's probably going to be so many glaring flaws with the geography of my portrayal of Hoenn by the time I'm finished with it. D:
Indeed. But hey, they are pretty cool to look at when you look at them with the fic in mind, though. :P

>_>

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RANDOM HYBRID! </link fest>

Just so long as said comfy chair is a swivel chair, thereby granting you enough evilness-power to win the ensuing confrontation. Yes? 8D
Kaw! >:V

The whole point of using inside jokes is to subtlety put it into posts so that people don't know what we're talking about; a counter is simply not the way to go. Giving away jokes with things like that defeats the purpose, especially when done in context. The strikethrough you did near the bottom of your post is perfectly acceptable, though.

That completely failed to cross my mind while I was planning/writing this. >.<
Well, you know what that means now! ò_ó

UTTER FAILURES
-Biology and genetics
-Non-bias perspective
-Dream sequence
-Geography
-Considering game cannon during planning

These counters you kept amused me. Particularly the stumble runs one, since I was already vaguely aware that I seem to be unusually fond of having Carrie stumble around while running.
Yay for Hoenn Endurance! I did say I may have to justify some of this chapter with it.
Nah, Ivyx isn't likely to think that; she barely knows what a machine is.
2) Well, of course not. xP "battle cry" totally makes it more dramatic, or something. I dunno what the heck I was thinking when I wrote it but hey, it sounded good.
I plan on doing something special with these special threads of data, and I think I'll do it during my first week of summer vacation. Try and guess what it is. Until then...kaw-haw. >:D *crawls into Corner of Planningã*

You'll be happy to know I planned this chapter long before you became my newest best friend, so this wasn't in any way a shout-out to you. =P
BLATANT LIE count: 1

And Carrie isn't exactly being particularly kind when she's not even sure if going back to save him is the "right" thing to do. Instinct for kind acts towards Theo = clearly not there.
I meant with the acts of kindness right before this whole fiasco started. *_*

Hm? This sounds like you're saying something interesting about Velotus, but I'm not sure what you mean. Do elaborate, because I like hearing interesting things about Velotus.
It seems like you missed the word "fudger" at the bottom part of what I said, meaning to disregard what I said above. I wasn't really trying to say anything in particular about Velotus, really; it was more about something I thought happened to him. You scared/took me by TOTAL surprise when I first read these lines (try to guess why):

As she kept running, she heard a firm, almost calculated growl come from the canine, and the next thing she knew Velotus was roaring in furious indignation as the forest was bathed in an intense white light.
Read that once.

Now read it again, with the following in mind:

And did Velotus ever hate you, as such? If there's anyone he hates right now, it's me.
I might be able to persuade Velotus to join them, but I can't say he'll be too happy about it.
So in the first quote I have here (I dig through convos, so what <_<), it suggests that you, the author, did/planned something simply unforgivable for Velotus that he would resent you for the rest of his days. The second quote then seems to be suggesting that Velotus doesn't really want to be seen in the banner in "public" for some strange reason. Combine that with the fact that Carrie is running through the woods and couldn't see what was happening to Velotus, and you could make the solid conclusion that Velotus evolved. There was much panic and epileptic trees shortly thereafter.

All of which became very anticlimactic when it turned out that the Mightyena just called Velotus a coward. Hence the snarky comment I left there. e_e

You mean the swear? Heh, I quite liked being able to use that one there. It made a lot of sense. xP
Well, I for one thought it sounded awfully strange, due to the fact that the double definition of the word "*****" only applies to the English language; if a Grovyle were to say the same thing, it would get lost in translation due to the language having a few preset words that are simply rearranged to make a new definition rather than making up entirely new words for them. That, and the fact it was an incredibly lazy pun. >_<

I'm curious. How does fridge logic have anything to do with this?
The fact that Carrie is reflecting on how each of her Grovyle's personalities changed so far in the story right after she manages to get ahead of her pursuers, which shouldn't even be happening since some of Carrie's survival switches should still be on and occupying her thoughts right now. >_>

Really? I wasn't aware of this. Do you have a link so that I can read up on it and not potentially make the same mistake again?
Nope! :D

When you live in the United States, home of Tornado Alley, these shreds of info come from indirect sources which I can't really point out to you. But I can comfort you with one award:

UTTER FAILURES
-Biology and genetics
-Non-bias perspective
-Dream sequence
-Geography
-Considering game cannon during planning
-You fail meteorology FOREVER

Nice and shiny on that plaque, isn't it? >:)

All I can really remember from Bug III is that it involved a Charmeleon, an angry Arcanine and lots of burning stuff. Not specifics. =P
I would give you a serious tongue lashing about paying attention to details in a story, but, sadly, that just about sums up on what I wrote. Now…I must sob. ._.

Nonono, there are two men - one on the Honchkrow, one on the Arcanine - and all the Pokémon used are split between them. Also, though I totally didn't make any effort to try and inform readers of this, the Shiftry which attacked Carrie had originally been chasing Theo before he got... hit
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US, WOMAN?! I think that qualifies as something to be clarified! Especially since you're going to bring in that cocky goon in again! Ò_Ó

But seriously, though, I’m hoping that you will clarify this in the next chapter since most of the readers will be confused that there were two pursuers in the forest rather than one.

Thanks. :3 Planning this kind of thing is a lot of fun, and it's good to hear I do it well.
I demand that you stop making me feel guilty for not writing Bug III right now or I'll open a whole case of self-deprecation in here... ;__;

Yay, speculation. :3 I'm going to very unhelpfully tell you that part of this may be very, very slightly on the money.
That said, in my current draft of Chapter 26, the Totally-Not-Meant-To-Be-The-Main-Event-But-Has-Completely-Stolen-The-Chapter event has been deliberately foreshadowed earlier on in the chapter. But I think that was because I felt like being ominous.
I manage to pick up two instances of foreshadowing points in the fic, but I manage to avoid the points where you actually foreshadowed something and get treated to the notoriously cryptic "Authornese". Great. x_x

I guess this is a bit of a point you have here. I do have excuses, though.

1, Her Grovyle were defending her while she was simply running; therefore, it makes sense that they'd get more injured than her.
2, The men chasing her may not have been aiming to injure her particularly much - after all, the man on the Arcanine chose to drive her into the Kecleon-trap rather than roast her alive.
3, Since humans are nowhere near as resilient as Pokémon, having Carrie injured as much as Foliano or Ivyx were would be essentially crippling the main character - not convenient at all from a writer's perspective.
BLATANT LIE count: 3

Guess which one is actually valid. ;D (I'm making you guess an awful lot in this reply, aren't I?)


So I FINALLY reply to both of your comments after a long months wait, so your mind could at long last be at ease. But wait...

During a month of not sending a PM to you, several things happened that made me want to ask you some questions. I know you won’t mind anyway, seeing how you like to ramble on about your opinions. :P

First up, some random questions (in order of rambling potential):

When you first saw my comment with a spoiler tag in the LE topic a while back, what did you initially think? What was your reaction when you clicked the spoiler tag? :P

If you’ve visited my profile, you would have surely saw the links to a couple remixes of music from several Pokemon games (both main series and spinoffs) made by PokeRemixStudio, who I believe has an account here on SPPf. So, uh, did you happen to check them out? >_>‘

Where would the name “elyvorg” come from in the first place? Any real explanation for the unspecialized “E”?

Do you plan to do anything in particular about the fic during the summer? Are there any complications that usually show up at that time?

How much of your life was snatched away by TV Tropes? Learn anything interesting there? I lost count at 14 hours and 70 pages. :D

How did you exactly get sucked into the Phoenix Wright/Doctor Who fandoms? (I know I’m going to regret asking that.) o_o


Now for some questions about your Internet life as an author:

How crammed is your PM box? How often do you check it? What type of messages do you get? Any type of messages you like in particular?

What do you most enjoy about getting comments? Anything you absolutely cherish in a review?

Do you have a habit of reading through your old chapters when you’re bored? What do you do when you see something that irks you? Have any great ideas strike you while you’re reading them?

Good GOD, your spacing between chapters is simply deplorable, what do you have to explain yourself?

What were (and currently are) the biggest crises that happen(ed) during the planning stages of LE? What was the most satisfying solutions to those jams?

You finally finish that chapter. Yay. You’ve also got a beta to look over it, who shortly thenafter green-lights it. Double yay. Now you post that chapter without a hitch. Triple yay…..now what? What do you do after you hit that “Submit Post” button on that post with that brand new chapter? Do you simply leave your computer for a while and come back later? Do you give it a quick skim to see if you missed anything in the author’s note in the beginning of the post? How often do you check the topic for replies? What do you do if your chapter goes comment-less?

All mediums start off with a single idea that may get shelved/expanded over time, making the end result way different from what was originally conceptualized. When you first started the fic, what was your original idea and plot? How much did you plan when you did the prologue for the fic? What changed over time?


Well. THAT was epically long, wasn’t it? Well that’s all the questions I’m going to ask of you for the time being. I fear the day I get the reply to this PM, though. Until that time comes round…

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>_>

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<_>

>:)

This is where I’ll ask questions…to the cast of LE! I wanted to ask some questions specifically to Carrie and her Grovyle, most of which dwell in events past that aren‘t really considered “spoilers“. I hope you’ve got their backstories all worked out, though. >:D


Okay, Foliano, let’s start with you; rather, you and her *points to Ivyx*. Seeing how you were hatched from an egg and given to Carrie when she was young, how did you meet Ivyx? When did you meet her? And when did you two decide to *ahem*, you know?

And Ivyx, seeing how you’re not exactly familiar with human-made objects, I would assume that you were originally a wild Pokemon. With that comes the question of how you came across Carrie. Were you alone before you met her? Did Foliano introduce you to her? How did you make the decision of becoming captured? Is there anything in particular that you miss about being a wild Pokemon?

This brings us to you, Velotus. I recall you saying something that not only you were a wild Pokemon before, but you were also strong enough to evolve. Seeing how most other Pokemon seek trainers to become stronger and evolve, what made you choose Carrie as a Trainer if you had no interest in evolving?

While on the subject of meeting Grovyle; Carrie, how did you manage to be surrounded by so many of them? I know Foliano was your first one, but it’s awfully strange that you get two Pokemon that are usually reserved for new Trainers in Hoenn. Where could you possibly have gotten them?

While I’m at it, I suppose I’ll ask you about your tree climbing habits. Seeing how you grew up high up amongst the trees, its perfectly natural that you would start to climb them. It’s also natural for humans to come across a fair share of problems in the department of staying up there, considering several things such as rain, wind, weak branches, and splinters. What are some of the annoying things that come with tree climbing and what are the most interesting to you?

I suppose that’s all the questions I have for now. Honest. I’ll be around here more since the school year is winding down. Until then, keep on writing!

-________________- Kaw.
 
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