Saffire Persian
Now you see me...
Well, when I was thinking about something to write in between while I work on my other stories, this one came to mind after I read over something a reviewer of mine said. It's a short story, and it's going to be split into exactly three parts. In lieu of my more..erm.. sad one-shot, I thought I'd go with a different more 'happy' road. It's also focused entirely on the characters, (two, specifically) so if you're looking for a deep plot riddled with angst and tragedy... this one probably isn't for you. You could call this an Original Trainer, but the essence of 'Pokémon Training' as most think of, has very little to do with the story.
It's written in the same style as The Ties that Bind and focuses on a human character, and a Pokémon character. Here's a short preview from Pt. 1, so feel free to tell me what you think.
You are running quickly, caring only that you put as much distance from between you and your cousin Stella as possible. You can still hear her counting up to one hundred like you made her, although, knowing your cousin, she doesn’t always play fair. She thinks she does, but she’s stupid in that way. Once, in a game of ring toss, she insisted she had won because she had gotten all the rings on the hooks. It was right enough, but the truth of the matter is she only got them on the hooks because she had walked right up to the objects you threw the rings on and dropped the rings onto them.
Her parents and your parents praised her for her ingenuity (Dad said that meant ‘smart’) and creativity.
You just called her stupid.
That, and a no good cheater.
Because of the memory, you run all the more faster, glaring back in the direction where she should be standing, and scowl.
She’s your cousin after all. And as your cousin, she’s bound to cheat.
(But the Viridian Forest has many places to hide.)
You haven’t been here much, since your mother watches you like a hawk; but you do know that the small forest offers many nooks and crannies to hide. You’ve heard the stories that float around school about all the ‘mysterious treasures’ around here, hidden in secret passageways, enclosed in orbs that look like pokéballs. The forest holds every ingredient for an adventure for a kid such as yourself. In fact, you have already gone on one or two ‘secret’ outings with a few kids from school, looking for treasure.
But at the moment, treasure hunting is not a part of your eight-year-old agenda. Hiding is, and hiding fast. You can’t hear Stella counting anymore, and because she likes to talk loudly (she practically yells), you know that the reason you can’t hear her counting anymore isn’t because you’re too far away.
You snort in indignation. She didn’t even get to twenty-five! The nerve of her!
Trying to make as little noise as possible, you run down the dirt path, spotting a likely bunch of berry bushes just in front of you, surrounded by a few trees. Thick and bushy, it’s as good of a place as any to hide.
“Whhherreee areeee you?! Come out! Come out! Wherever you are! Twenty-one! Ninety-nine! ONE HUNDRED!”
Bottling down the urge to yell at your cousin (and shamelessly tell her that she’s the biggest cheater you’ve ever seen ever), you decide to tell her she’s a big cheater only after she gives up. And only then. You then dive into the berry bushes without hesitation (though you’re still fuming; she needs to play fair!), wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming berry-smell. Pleasant as it may be, it’s stifling to you.
Well, she won’t be able to smell me, then, you think.
Hunkering down amidst the large, thick bushes, you watch (well you try to watch, you can’t exactly see much from where you are) and try to listen to where your cousin is going; from the sounds of her voice, she’s walking away.
Good, you can find another hiding place if needs be. It’s not cheating, and even if it is, if she can cheat, so can you. Fair is fair, right?
As her voice fades away into the forest, your heartbeat slows its desperate pounding, and your breathing slows. Not wanting to be seen, you crawl across the ground on your hands and knees, blissfully unaware on how much anguish you will cause your mother when you come home, clothes worn and dirty. Squirming through a rather thick patch, your face peeks out of the bushes, your eyes furtively darting left and right. A large shape suddenly fills the whole of your vision, its large, black eyes boring into yours.
A split-second later, when your brain has finally registered what exactly is going on, you scream. You scream as loud as you possibly can, holding nothing back.
You stop screaming abruptly.
Not because of someone coming to your rescue, but because at the moment you began screaming the bug-thing started screaming too, its ‘squeeing’ voice high-pitched and shrill. However, unlike you, it shows no signs of stopping. All you can do is stare and blink as its black eyes go as wide as saucepans, while it rises up on its green body like a snake Pokémon would.
Suddenly, its eyes roll to the back of its head, and it falls straight backwards onto its back. It doesn’t move, and it isn’t screaming anymore. Hesitantly, you poke it; it’s as stiff as a plank of wood.
It's written in the same style as The Ties that Bind and focuses on a human character, and a Pokémon character. Here's a short preview from Pt. 1, so feel free to tell me what you think.
Metamorphosis
You are running quickly, caring only that you put as much distance from between you and your cousin Stella as possible. You can still hear her counting up to one hundred like you made her, although, knowing your cousin, she doesn’t always play fair. She thinks she does, but she’s stupid in that way. Once, in a game of ring toss, she insisted she had won because she had gotten all the rings on the hooks. It was right enough, but the truth of the matter is she only got them on the hooks because she had walked right up to the objects you threw the rings on and dropped the rings onto them.
Her parents and your parents praised her for her ingenuity (Dad said that meant ‘smart’) and creativity.
You just called her stupid.
That, and a no good cheater.
Because of the memory, you run all the more faster, glaring back in the direction where she should be standing, and scowl.
She’s your cousin after all. And as your cousin, she’s bound to cheat.
(But the Viridian Forest has many places to hide.)
You haven’t been here much, since your mother watches you like a hawk; but you do know that the small forest offers many nooks and crannies to hide. You’ve heard the stories that float around school about all the ‘mysterious treasures’ around here, hidden in secret passageways, enclosed in orbs that look like pokéballs. The forest holds every ingredient for an adventure for a kid such as yourself. In fact, you have already gone on one or two ‘secret’ outings with a few kids from school, looking for treasure.
But at the moment, treasure hunting is not a part of your eight-year-old agenda. Hiding is, and hiding fast. You can’t hear Stella counting anymore, and because she likes to talk loudly (she practically yells), you know that the reason you can’t hear her counting anymore isn’t because you’re too far away.
You snort in indignation. She didn’t even get to twenty-five! The nerve of her!
Trying to make as little noise as possible, you run down the dirt path, spotting a likely bunch of berry bushes just in front of you, surrounded by a few trees. Thick and bushy, it’s as good of a place as any to hide.
“Whhherreee areeee you?! Come out! Come out! Wherever you are! Twenty-one! Ninety-nine! ONE HUNDRED!”
Bottling down the urge to yell at your cousin (and shamelessly tell her that she’s the biggest cheater you’ve ever seen ever), you decide to tell her she’s a big cheater only after she gives up. And only then. You then dive into the berry bushes without hesitation (though you’re still fuming; she needs to play fair!), wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming berry-smell. Pleasant as it may be, it’s stifling to you.
Well, she won’t be able to smell me, then, you think.
Hunkering down amidst the large, thick bushes, you watch (well you try to watch, you can’t exactly see much from where you are) and try to listen to where your cousin is going; from the sounds of her voice, she’s walking away.
Good, you can find another hiding place if needs be. It’s not cheating, and even if it is, if she can cheat, so can you. Fair is fair, right?
As her voice fades away into the forest, your heartbeat slows its desperate pounding, and your breathing slows. Not wanting to be seen, you crawl across the ground on your hands and knees, blissfully unaware on how much anguish you will cause your mother when you come home, clothes worn and dirty. Squirming through a rather thick patch, your face peeks out of the bushes, your eyes furtively darting left and right. A large shape suddenly fills the whole of your vision, its large, black eyes boring into yours.
A split-second later, when your brain has finally registered what exactly is going on, you scream. You scream as loud as you possibly can, holding nothing back.
You stop screaming abruptly.
Not because of someone coming to your rescue, but because at the moment you began screaming the bug-thing started screaming too, its ‘squeeing’ voice high-pitched and shrill. However, unlike you, it shows no signs of stopping. All you can do is stare and blink as its black eyes go as wide as saucepans, while it rises up on its green body like a snake Pokémon would.
Suddenly, its eyes roll to the back of its head, and it falls straight backwards onto its back. It doesn’t move, and it isn’t screaming anymore. Hesitantly, you poke it; it’s as stiff as a plank of wood.
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