Evan Turner
You are my only fear
Here's a preview of my upcoming one-shot. Hope you like it. Please review, I accept constructive critisism.
My heart rate soared. My head spun. All feeling in my body was lost. This was it. The roar of the crowd rang fresh in my ears. And the sight in front of me froze my very soul. Her deep, brown eyes, furrowed with fury. She was mad, and she was determined to win. So was I, until this very moment.
I; calm, cool, collected Dustin Tram Rowen, was frozen in place, my head spinning, while no thoughts passed through my head. All thanks to this one girl; the girl. My girl. Lyssa Amarie Aroan. This was her dream, her passion. To win the Pokemon League. To finish as the International League Champion. As it was mine, until I saw her face.
Lyssa barked a command at the yellow fox in front of her. “CINDER! USE YOUR FIRE SPIN, 100 PERCENT!!!”
The Ninetails opened its mouth, and a stream of blue and white fire spewed from her mouth, and began to form a tornado of white fire around my Typhlosion. “RORAN! USE ERUPTION!” I ordered, wondering when I thought of that.
Roran opened his mouth, and a giant ball of fire shot out, dismantling the tornado of fire, but not without extinguishing the flame as well. “DAMN YOU! WHEN WILL YOU GIVE UP!?” Lyssa cried, her words dripping with hate, frustration and fury.
I couldn’t answer. God knows that all I wanted was to give up right now. But something stopped me, and urged me to keep fighting. It tore my heart apart, yet I never stopped. I just looked at her, and sighed. Only God knew.
“FINE! DON’T ANSWER! CINDER, USE FLARE DRIVE!” Lyssa roared, her voice never wavering.
“Ro-RORAN! USE GYRO BALL!” I couldn’t keep this up. My heart was being ripped apart.
As the fox Pokemon blasted a giant blast of fire, propelling her forward with fire still streaming from her mouth, the volcano Pokemon opened his mouth and a giant, glowing ball of metal formed. The fox Pokemon collided with the metal ball and… The ball melted. The melted ball fell to the floor as the fox continued her rapid burst at Roran. As the Fox hit Roran, there was a giant explosion of fire, sending a wave of heat burning through Dustin. He squinted, and shielded his face from the heart and stray embers.
Lyssa stood firm, not moving an inch. Her long, black hair flapped wildly behind her. Roran ceased staring at her, and looked back to where the giant wall of fire erupted. He saw both Pokemon laying on the ground; both of them still, and scorched. “Good job Lyssa. You managed to even burn Roran,” I shouted, congratulating her.
“I’m not finished.”
As she spoke those words, I felt a shiver run down his spine. We each had one Pokemon left; each had their powerhouse and starter Pokemon reserved for last. This was it, and I knew she had something horrible planned. I suddenly was swept up in a daze, and I remembered when we first met.
15 year old Lyssa sat in a corner of the park in the Pokemon Academy, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was raining. Everyone else was busy with their own lives. Even though the park was full of people, I was the only who seemed to care. They al stayed in the shade and continued talking.
I walked over, even though the rain was pouring down hard and I didn’t have an umbrella. I sat next to her, and said, “Hi.”
Short and simple.
“Go away.”
Equally as short and simple.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, getting to the point.
“What do you care? I don’t even remember your name,” Lyssa replied coldly.
“Then let me introduce myself. I am Dustin Rowan. We have Pokemon Survival Class together,” I said, extending my hand.
She just stared at it like it was infectious. “You’re Lyssa Aroan, right?” I asked, still trying to talk.
“Yeah… Why do you care?” Lyssa asked, her nosed clogged from crying.
“Because. You’re going to get sick in this rain,” I said, hoping it didn’t sound stupid.
“So?” Lyssa asked, staring at me like I was crazy.
“Bah, I just want to make sure everyone gets a good grade. Come on, I’ll get you some hot coco from the cafeteria and you can tell me what’s wrong. Seem fair?”
“No.”
“Bah. Insubordinate! Intolerable!”
Lyssa laughed at this, and I smiled. “Please?” I asked, hoping she would accept.
She groaned, and said, “Fine. But as long as you pay. And just because you’re doing this doesn’t mean I’m going to jump in bed with you!”
“I never wanted to know what you look like in bed,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender.
“Now you’re making me feel bad.”
“Sorry,” I said with a chuckle.
The Champion
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My heart rate soared. My head spun. All feeling in my body was lost. This was it. The roar of the crowd rang fresh in my ears. And the sight in front of me froze my very soul. Her deep, brown eyes, furrowed with fury. She was mad, and she was determined to win. So was I, until this very moment.
I; calm, cool, collected Dustin Tram Rowen, was frozen in place, my head spinning, while no thoughts passed through my head. All thanks to this one girl; the girl. My girl. Lyssa Amarie Aroan. This was her dream, her passion. To win the Pokemon League. To finish as the International League Champion. As it was mine, until I saw her face.
Lyssa barked a command at the yellow fox in front of her. “CINDER! USE YOUR FIRE SPIN, 100 PERCENT!!!”
The Ninetails opened its mouth, and a stream of blue and white fire spewed from her mouth, and began to form a tornado of white fire around my Typhlosion. “RORAN! USE ERUPTION!” I ordered, wondering when I thought of that.
Roran opened his mouth, and a giant ball of fire shot out, dismantling the tornado of fire, but not without extinguishing the flame as well. “DAMN YOU! WHEN WILL YOU GIVE UP!?” Lyssa cried, her words dripping with hate, frustration and fury.
I couldn’t answer. God knows that all I wanted was to give up right now. But something stopped me, and urged me to keep fighting. It tore my heart apart, yet I never stopped. I just looked at her, and sighed. Only God knew.
“FINE! DON’T ANSWER! CINDER, USE FLARE DRIVE!” Lyssa roared, her voice never wavering.
“Ro-RORAN! USE GYRO BALL!” I couldn’t keep this up. My heart was being ripped apart.
As the fox Pokemon blasted a giant blast of fire, propelling her forward with fire still streaming from her mouth, the volcano Pokemon opened his mouth and a giant, glowing ball of metal formed. The fox Pokemon collided with the metal ball and… The ball melted. The melted ball fell to the floor as the fox continued her rapid burst at Roran. As the Fox hit Roran, there was a giant explosion of fire, sending a wave of heat burning through Dustin. He squinted, and shielded his face from the heart and stray embers.
Lyssa stood firm, not moving an inch. Her long, black hair flapped wildly behind her. Roran ceased staring at her, and looked back to where the giant wall of fire erupted. He saw both Pokemon laying on the ground; both of them still, and scorched. “Good job Lyssa. You managed to even burn Roran,” I shouted, congratulating her.
“I’m not finished.”
As she spoke those words, I felt a shiver run down his spine. We each had one Pokemon left; each had their powerhouse and starter Pokemon reserved for last. This was it, and I knew she had something horrible planned. I suddenly was swept up in a daze, and I remembered when we first met.
15 year old Lyssa sat in a corner of the park in the Pokemon Academy, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was raining. Everyone else was busy with their own lives. Even though the park was full of people, I was the only who seemed to care. They al stayed in the shade and continued talking.
I walked over, even though the rain was pouring down hard and I didn’t have an umbrella. I sat next to her, and said, “Hi.”
Short and simple.
“Go away.”
Equally as short and simple.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, getting to the point.
“What do you care? I don’t even remember your name,” Lyssa replied coldly.
“Then let me introduce myself. I am Dustin Rowan. We have Pokemon Survival Class together,” I said, extending my hand.
She just stared at it like it was infectious. “You’re Lyssa Aroan, right?” I asked, still trying to talk.
“Yeah… Why do you care?” Lyssa asked, her nosed clogged from crying.
“Because. You’re going to get sick in this rain,” I said, hoping it didn’t sound stupid.
“So?” Lyssa asked, staring at me like I was crazy.
“Bah, I just want to make sure everyone gets a good grade. Come on, I’ll get you some hot coco from the cafeteria and you can tell me what’s wrong. Seem fair?”
“No.”
“Bah. Insubordinate! Intolerable!”
Lyssa laughed at this, and I smiled. “Please?” I asked, hoping she would accept.
She groaned, and said, “Fine. But as long as you pay. And just because you’re doing this doesn’t mean I’m going to jump in bed with you!”
“I never wanted to know what you look like in bed,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender.
“Now you’re making me feel bad.”
“Sorry,” I said with a chuckle.