Foo Fighter
Nostalgia is my pal
Yay for first Fics! This fic is rated PG-14 for some gross and suggestive scenes. I've blocked out all the bad words with *s, so just use you imagination.
(I know you can.)
Another thing, when I use the symbol, *~P.S.~*, that simply means it's a new time/character view point. Anything in Italics means it is a character thinking.
So, without further ado I cautiously present....
Psycho's Shift
In a hospital in Saffron city, a young boy is carried on a stretcher towards the surgery room.
His eyes slowly opened and a low moan came from his mouth.
“What’s his status doctor?” He vaguely hears a nurse ask.
“He’s suffered severe head trauma and a…” The voices cut in and out.
“…oken bones….” “….. Brain directly hit and then…” “…after fell, it’s a miracle he….”
Looking over in a passing mirror he sees himself, brain exposed and blood caked all over his brown hair and jacket. Another moan is heard from him as he lays his head back down and closes his pained blue eyes.
“You’ve done well doctor. I can’t believe he’s still alive.” A passing nurse complimented.
“… Yes, but I’ve no clue as to his mental state.” He said. “His brain was practically split in two.”
The nurse paused for a bit. “… What happened?” She asked. She almost didn’t want to know.
“Samuel was competing in a local battling tournament and got hit by a psychic attack from a very powerful Noctowl and then fell off of his podium. It was almost 3 stories high.” He said. “It’s a shame really. Whole thing could’ve been avoided if the sponsors of the tournament had had better safety precautions.”
“Oh…... well, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She said, not eager to find out more. She knew that it was likely that he would not be alright. Humans weren’t designed to handle the fierce attacks of Pokémon.
She’d once seen a video on the internet of a man being attacked by a Urasing. The Urasing had thrown the man around like a ragdoll before completely shredding him into pieces with a simple scratch attack. Ironically, the man in the video was trying to show his son how peaceful Pokémon were.
The nurse shuddered before heading off to check on another patient.
Samuel sat up in his hospital bed at night. He looked around his room, it was cramped with only a window and a door. Instead of his usual blue jeans and t-shirt he wore a hospital gown.
It was cold, and Samuel was still drowsy when outside of his window a Noctowl appeared.
…The hell does this thing want…
Samuel looked around the room, and then turned back to the Noctowl.
“Go on! Get outa’ here!” He said, trying to get the owl Pokémon to leave.
Just then another Noctowl showed up, and another, and another. They kept piling up at Samuel’s window until he couldn’t even see outside. Then their eyes all lit up blood red and their beaks flashed open.
“Help! HELP!” He screamed. He was desperately pushing the “Call Nurse” button.
Then all the Noctowl flew away, just as the nurse walked in.
“What is it! What’s wrong?” She questioned with a worried face.
“I! It’s the, the… I guess it’s nothing. …” He babbled.
I must be imagining things.
“Uh…, how are you?” He put on his best smile.
“Don’t you ever do that again! That button is an emergency tool! Not a plaything for reckless teenagers!” She said, storming off.
Samuel sighed.
Well, at least those creepy *** Noctowl are gone.
Almost on cue, the Noctowls all burst through Samuel’s window screeching with delight.
“AHH! Nurse! Nurse!” He fleetingly yelled.
The Noctowls all perched themselves on Samuel.
They stared at him and their eyes lit up once more. They were bloodthirsty, glaring at Samuel with hungry eyes.
Then, almost systematically, they began pecking at his skull, tearing at his feeble flesh, undoing the stitches from his surgery. He felt the blood begin to drabble down his face.
“Ahh! Get offa’ me!” He howled, flailing his arms like a madman.
This is not happening! Oh dear God I don’t wanna’ die! Why me!?
Fear and pain were overtaking every sense his body had. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. The Noctowls looked satisfied and flew off back out the window and into the night with beaks covered in gobbets of Samuel's flesh.
“Nurse, please…” He cried, jamming the nurse button. Blood draining from the top of his head.
Samuel then felt something odd, the opened flesh on the top of Samuel’s skull was moving. It slithered around and Samuel felt like a rat was crawling all over his brain. Then a face burst out of the top of his head, squealing with angst.
He finally woke up.
“AH!” He cried bursting up from his hospital bed.
His mother was at the edge of his bed, with a terrified face.
“Sweetie! What’s wrong!?” She asked, jumping to Samuel’s side.
“It was…” Samuel looked around at his room. He peered at the window, searching for anything.
“A nightmare, just a bad dream.” He said with his whole body shaking.
“Aww, sweetie don’t be worried, you just go back to sleep.” She cooed.
“I don’t know mom...” He said looking up at his mother.
Samuel’s mom was a bit taller than Samuel, standing at roughly five and a half feet. Her eyes were a deep brown along with her long hair. She wore a plain white t-shirt with tight fitting jeans.
“When is dad coming?” Samuel asked.
His mother got a cold look on her face.
“He’s coming,” she said almost bitterly. “Right now he has work to do.”
“Oh…” Samuel sighed.
He’s never here is he? *******. Always at his job…
Then a knock was heard from the door. A tall man in a black suit walked in, Eyes covered by sunglasses with straight black hair carrying a briefcase.
“Hello Ms. Archain. I’m Lucas Kryeg from Snyder Corp., the sponsors of the tournament where Samuel had his,” He peered over at Samuel with an emotionless face “… accident.” He said,
“I’m here to talk about the legal issues of our involvement in this tragedy.” He said with a grim disposure.
___________________________---End Chapter One---_________________
Not a lot of stuff revealed here story wise but please give some CC or the man eating Noctowls will find you.
(And yes things do get more exciting, trust me.)
(I know you can.)
Another thing, when I use the symbol, *~P.S.~*, that simply means it's a new time/character view point. Anything in Italics means it is a character thinking.
So, without further ado I cautiously present....
Psycho's Shift
Chapter one: My poor brain
In a hospital in Saffron city, a young boy is carried on a stretcher towards the surgery room.
His eyes slowly opened and a low moan came from his mouth.
“What’s his status doctor?” He vaguely hears a nurse ask.
“He’s suffered severe head trauma and a…” The voices cut in and out.
“…oken bones….” “….. Brain directly hit and then…” “…after fell, it’s a miracle he….”
Looking over in a passing mirror he sees himself, brain exposed and blood caked all over his brown hair and jacket. Another moan is heard from him as he lays his head back down and closes his pained blue eyes.
*~P.S.~*
The doctor that operated Samuel walked out of the surgery room, blood covering his hands. He breathed a sigh of relief. “You’ve done well doctor. I can’t believe he’s still alive.” A passing nurse complimented.
“… Yes, but I’ve no clue as to his mental state.” He said. “His brain was practically split in two.”
The nurse paused for a bit. “… What happened?” She asked. She almost didn’t want to know.
“Samuel was competing in a local battling tournament and got hit by a psychic attack from a very powerful Noctowl and then fell off of his podium. It was almost 3 stories high.” He said. “It’s a shame really. Whole thing could’ve been avoided if the sponsors of the tournament had had better safety precautions.”
“Oh…... well, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She said, not eager to find out more. She knew that it was likely that he would not be alright. Humans weren’t designed to handle the fierce attacks of Pokémon.
She’d once seen a video on the internet of a man being attacked by a Urasing. The Urasing had thrown the man around like a ragdoll before completely shredding him into pieces with a simple scratch attack. Ironically, the man in the video was trying to show his son how peaceful Pokémon were.
The nurse shuddered before heading off to check on another patient.
*~P.S.~*
Samuel sat up in his hospital bed at night. He looked around his room, it was cramped with only a window and a door. Instead of his usual blue jeans and t-shirt he wore a hospital gown.
It was cold, and Samuel was still drowsy when outside of his window a Noctowl appeared.
…The hell does this thing want…
Samuel looked around the room, and then turned back to the Noctowl.
“Go on! Get outa’ here!” He said, trying to get the owl Pokémon to leave.
Just then another Noctowl showed up, and another, and another. They kept piling up at Samuel’s window until he couldn’t even see outside. Then their eyes all lit up blood red and their beaks flashed open.
“Help! HELP!” He screamed. He was desperately pushing the “Call Nurse” button.
Then all the Noctowl flew away, just as the nurse walked in.
“What is it! What’s wrong?” She questioned with a worried face.
“I! It’s the, the… I guess it’s nothing. …” He babbled.
I must be imagining things.
“Uh…, how are you?” He put on his best smile.
“Don’t you ever do that again! That button is an emergency tool! Not a plaything for reckless teenagers!” She said, storming off.
Samuel sighed.
Well, at least those creepy *** Noctowl are gone.
Almost on cue, the Noctowls all burst through Samuel’s window screeching with delight.
“AHH! Nurse! Nurse!” He fleetingly yelled.
The Noctowls all perched themselves on Samuel.
They stared at him and their eyes lit up once more. They were bloodthirsty, glaring at Samuel with hungry eyes.
Then, almost systematically, they began pecking at his skull, tearing at his feeble flesh, undoing the stitches from his surgery. He felt the blood begin to drabble down his face.
“Ahh! Get offa’ me!” He howled, flailing his arms like a madman.
This is not happening! Oh dear God I don’t wanna’ die! Why me!?
Fear and pain were overtaking every sense his body had. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. The Noctowls looked satisfied and flew off back out the window and into the night with beaks covered in gobbets of Samuel's flesh.
“Nurse, please…” He cried, jamming the nurse button. Blood draining from the top of his head.
Samuel then felt something odd, the opened flesh on the top of Samuel’s skull was moving. It slithered around and Samuel felt like a rat was crawling all over his brain. Then a face burst out of the top of his head, squealing with angst.
He finally woke up.
“AH!” He cried bursting up from his hospital bed.
His mother was at the edge of his bed, with a terrified face.
“Sweetie! What’s wrong!?” She asked, jumping to Samuel’s side.
“It was…” Samuel looked around at his room. He peered at the window, searching for anything.
“A nightmare, just a bad dream.” He said with his whole body shaking.
“Aww, sweetie don’t be worried, you just go back to sleep.” She cooed.
“I don’t know mom...” He said looking up at his mother.
Samuel’s mom was a bit taller than Samuel, standing at roughly five and a half feet. Her eyes were a deep brown along with her long hair. She wore a plain white t-shirt with tight fitting jeans.
“When is dad coming?” Samuel asked.
His mother got a cold look on her face.
“He’s coming,” she said almost bitterly. “Right now he has work to do.”
“Oh…” Samuel sighed.
He’s never here is he? *******. Always at his job…
Then a knock was heard from the door. A tall man in a black suit walked in, Eyes covered by sunglasses with straight black hair carrying a briefcase.
“Hello Ms. Archain. I’m Lucas Kryeg from Snyder Corp., the sponsors of the tournament where Samuel had his,” He peered over at Samuel with an emotionless face “… accident.” He said,
“I’m here to talk about the legal issues of our involvement in this tragedy.” He said with a grim disposure.
___________________________---End Chapter One---_________________
Not a lot of stuff revealed here story wise but please give some CC or the man eating Noctowls will find you.
(And yes things do get more exciting, trust me.)
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