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Night Terror
"We don't know exactly when zero event will be, but it is approximately one month from the point you are being returned to."
An explosion rocked the complex. Sirens blared and security screens were being quickly destroyed by flares and bullets. The gate to the past wavered as vibrations passed through it. The vision of the unscathed past flickered and began to give way. Radios burst to life with static, and reports came in that soldiers were storming the lab. Someone had been tracked, or were they a traitor to other mutants?
"Hurry, we don't have much time. The explosions have knocked out key power systems, you'll likely be separated from each other on arrival, but you should be able to sense when others are nearby. Go, hurry!"
The doors were being hit from outside, people trying to get in. Johto forces? kanto? Who knows. The door bulged and began to melt as combinations of rock and fire pokemon threatened it's structure. Tobias took one last look back and stepped through, just as the doors exploded open. As he fell through nothingness, his life flashed before his eyes, in painfully accurate detail. he felt everything other again. The stress on his body and mind threatened to tear him to pieces. Unable to take it anymore, he slipped into unconciousness, unsure if he would ever wake again.
A loud crash brought Tobias around. He jumped up, spinning around to find the source of the noise, only to find himself disorientated and confused. He was surrounded by cliff faces, but they were just regular pale rock cliffs. No mortar burns or signs of explosions. So where did the crash come from. Another cracking sound came from around the side of the mountain. Curious, Tobias cautiously followed the rocky edge around, staying close to it to avoid being seen. He looked around the corner to see two kids standing out in the open, one with bright pink hair up in spikes, and the other with spikes seemingly sticking out of his neck. Tobias didn't feel anything from them. People used to dress like this out by choice?
"Go Sneasel! Ice Slash!" the guy with the spikes shouted. A black blur shot out from beside him.
"Bagon Counter!" the girl with the hair returned.
The blur shot past a small dumpy creature with purple skin. It bit out quickly, and grabbed the blur, slowing it to a stop. A feline creature with long claws slashed across it's face, sending chunks of ice spraying everywhere. It retaliated by tossing the cat into the air and then kicking it away as it fell.
"Dude, your pokemon sucks!" the girl shouted, as the boy pat the creature he'd called Sneasel gently on the head.
Pokemon? Amazing. Tobias turned away from the battle, and closed his eyes. He took deep breaths as he attempted to focus He really had been sent back. He took a good look around. The white rocks, the mountainous region, the thin fresh air. He guessed it was around the Blackthorn area in Johto. He'd passed through, albeit briefly due to it being an encampment.
"Hey buddy! How about you try and take on my dragon?"
Tobias turned around to see the girl with the pink hair standing behind him, the pokemon she called Bagon, sitting at her feet.
"Leave me alone." Tobias said, turning and walking away, not sure where he was actually going.
"Hey, don't just turn away pal, if you can't handle battling me just admit it. You suck too. You just can't face up against a dragon, doesn't matter what you use."
Tobias turned around and stared at the pokemon. The pokemon stared back, then began to shiver and moved away. The air was beginning to get colder, and Tobias knew why. He was feeding hate into the air, and that hate was manifesting itself as an even icier disposition. Even the girl was starting to feel it too. Tobias turned away and left her alone, shivering. He knew that the route up to the Tohjo mountains was close, but there wasn't a hidden lab there at this time. In a month, the dark cloud would originate from it's peak, but if it were to get to that point, there'd be no chance of stopping history repeating itself. There had to be other forces at work.
The scientists spoke of old underground black markets, run by ruthless corporate men, thieves and villains. They had some ridiculous name to identify themselves, but they were prime candidates for the cause of the cloud. Apparently they once had a base of operations in Goldenrod, so that was where Tobias was heading. He hopped down a rock and started making his way further down the steep mountain slope. On his way, he encountered hikers, taking the more difficult route up, and other people with pokemon, hunting through the long grass and caves for more to keep. This was even less like Orre than history said Orre once was. Before the war. A desert where practically no wild pokemon lived. If any, there were about nine or ten different species living on the entire continent. This place, there was life everywhere. The distractions caused Tobias' mind to wander, and his concentration on his surroundings wavered. A loose rock beneath his foot caused him to slip.
He fell down the mountain, rolling over sharp rocks and bumping his arms and legs against the hard floor. Something grabbed a hold of his shoulder to stop him moving any further. He looked up, finding a serpent like creature with a body made of iron, it's tail wrapped around his shoulder, tight enough to keep grip, but not so tight as to tear the joint out of it's socket. From the look of it, it only wouldn't have any problem doing the latter.
"Well done Steelix, you can put him down now."
Tobias became aware that he was being held over eight foot from the ground. had he fallen over that drop, he wouldn't have been getting up to quickly. He was lowered to his feet gently, where a short, but strong looking hiker was waiting.
"You ok there son? That was a nasty fall you took, losing your concentration on this route isn't a good thing."
"I can take care of myself." Tobias snapped.
"I'm not saying you can't, you were doing a pretty good job getting down. You're from Orre aren't you? I recognised your hiking style. Nice place, but a little too dry for my liking. Are you hurt?" the hiker asked, looking at Tobias' hands. The rough scales on he backs of his hands were visible where the glove had torn a little.
"No I.." Tobias wavered. "I um. Thanks, for your help I mean. I'm not used to seeing pokemon."
"Not surprising, Orre is well known for it's lack of them. Look, the bottom of the route isn't far, and you've gone past the worst. So just be careful ok?"
Tobias thanked the hiker, but made a quick get a way, as soon as he could. When there was no one around, he sat on a rock and pulled off the torn glove. The skin across the back of his hand was red raw and tender, around the existing scales. The scales themselves were rough, and hard, but they still had feeling there. He rolled up his sleeve, and saw that were he'd bumped his arms on the fall, there were patches of red tender skin. Maybe later they would become bruises, but he didn't expect them to. He pulled the glove back on as best he could, and started to scale the rest of the mountain.
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An explosion rocked the complex. Sirens blared and security screens were being quickly destroyed by flares and bullets. The gate to the past wavered as vibrations passed through it. The vision of the unscathed past flickered and began to give way. Radios burst to life with static, and reports came in that soldiers were storming the lab. Someone had been tracked, or were they a traitor to other mutants?
"Hurry, we don't have much time. The explosions have knocked out key power systems, you'll likely be separated from each other on arrival, but you should be able to sense when others are nearby. Go, hurry!"
The doors were being hit from outside, people trying to get in. Johto forces? kanto? Who knows. The door bulged and began to melt as combinations of rock and fire pokemon threatened it's structure. Tobias took one last look back and stepped through, just as the doors exploded open. As he fell through nothingness, his life flashed before his eyes, in painfully accurate detail. he felt everything other again. The stress on his body and mind threatened to tear him to pieces. Unable to take it anymore, he slipped into unconciousness, unsure if he would ever wake again.
A loud crash brought Tobias around. He jumped up, spinning around to find the source of the noise, only to find himself disorientated and confused. He was surrounded by cliff faces, but they were just regular pale rock cliffs. No mortar burns or signs of explosions. So where did the crash come from. Another cracking sound came from around the side of the mountain. Curious, Tobias cautiously followed the rocky edge around, staying close to it to avoid being seen. He looked around the corner to see two kids standing out in the open, one with bright pink hair up in spikes, and the other with spikes seemingly sticking out of his neck. Tobias didn't feel anything from them. People used to dress like this out by choice?
"Go Sneasel! Ice Slash!" the guy with the spikes shouted. A black blur shot out from beside him.
"Bagon Counter!" the girl with the hair returned.
The blur shot past a small dumpy creature with purple skin. It bit out quickly, and grabbed the blur, slowing it to a stop. A feline creature with long claws slashed across it's face, sending chunks of ice spraying everywhere. It retaliated by tossing the cat into the air and then kicking it away as it fell.
"Dude, your pokemon sucks!" the girl shouted, as the boy pat the creature he'd called Sneasel gently on the head.
Pokemon? Amazing. Tobias turned away from the battle, and closed his eyes. He took deep breaths as he attempted to focus He really had been sent back. He took a good look around. The white rocks, the mountainous region, the thin fresh air. He guessed it was around the Blackthorn area in Johto. He'd passed through, albeit briefly due to it being an encampment.
"Hey buddy! How about you try and take on my dragon?"
Tobias turned around to see the girl with the pink hair standing behind him, the pokemon she called Bagon, sitting at her feet.
"Leave me alone." Tobias said, turning and walking away, not sure where he was actually going.
"Hey, don't just turn away pal, if you can't handle battling me just admit it. You suck too. You just can't face up against a dragon, doesn't matter what you use."
Tobias turned around and stared at the pokemon. The pokemon stared back, then began to shiver and moved away. The air was beginning to get colder, and Tobias knew why. He was feeding hate into the air, and that hate was manifesting itself as an even icier disposition. Even the girl was starting to feel it too. Tobias turned away and left her alone, shivering. He knew that the route up to the Tohjo mountains was close, but there wasn't a hidden lab there at this time. In a month, the dark cloud would originate from it's peak, but if it were to get to that point, there'd be no chance of stopping history repeating itself. There had to be other forces at work.
The scientists spoke of old underground black markets, run by ruthless corporate men, thieves and villains. They had some ridiculous name to identify themselves, but they were prime candidates for the cause of the cloud. Apparently they once had a base of operations in Goldenrod, so that was where Tobias was heading. He hopped down a rock and started making his way further down the steep mountain slope. On his way, he encountered hikers, taking the more difficult route up, and other people with pokemon, hunting through the long grass and caves for more to keep. This was even less like Orre than history said Orre once was. Before the war. A desert where practically no wild pokemon lived. If any, there were about nine or ten different species living on the entire continent. This place, there was life everywhere. The distractions caused Tobias' mind to wander, and his concentration on his surroundings wavered. A loose rock beneath his foot caused him to slip.
He fell down the mountain, rolling over sharp rocks and bumping his arms and legs against the hard floor. Something grabbed a hold of his shoulder to stop him moving any further. He looked up, finding a serpent like creature with a body made of iron, it's tail wrapped around his shoulder, tight enough to keep grip, but not so tight as to tear the joint out of it's socket. From the look of it, it only wouldn't have any problem doing the latter.
"Well done Steelix, you can put him down now."
Tobias became aware that he was being held over eight foot from the ground. had he fallen over that drop, he wouldn't have been getting up to quickly. He was lowered to his feet gently, where a short, but strong looking hiker was waiting.
"You ok there son? That was a nasty fall you took, losing your concentration on this route isn't a good thing."
"I can take care of myself." Tobias snapped.
"I'm not saying you can't, you were doing a pretty good job getting down. You're from Orre aren't you? I recognised your hiking style. Nice place, but a little too dry for my liking. Are you hurt?" the hiker asked, looking at Tobias' hands. The rough scales on he backs of his hands were visible where the glove had torn a little.
"No I.." Tobias wavered. "I um. Thanks, for your help I mean. I'm not used to seeing pokemon."
"Not surprising, Orre is well known for it's lack of them. Look, the bottom of the route isn't far, and you've gone past the worst. So just be careful ok?"
Tobias thanked the hiker, but made a quick get a way, as soon as he could. When there was no one around, he sat on a rock and pulled off the torn glove. The skin across the back of his hand was red raw and tender, around the existing scales. The scales themselves were rough, and hard, but they still had feeling there. He rolled up his sleeve, and saw that were he'd bumped his arms on the fall, there were patches of red tender skin. Maybe later they would become bruises, but he didn't expect them to. He pulled the glove back on as best he could, and started to scale the rest of the mountain.
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