...and make it Double!
[I know, I know, two in one day. I'm being evil. But I don't care, so *raspberries*
Kind of a weird day today, really. I slept a little late (8:20 or so) and dickey-dooed around until about noon, when my mom and I (who have not had a fight all week! You don't know how unusual that is) went biking for about two hours...down to the end of the road and to the beach and back. Her bike, the Fun and Bouncy, kinda started to fall apart - the pedal fell off and it's making weird noises - wihle the Blue Fu-fu (mine) is doing just fine. Kinda says something, doesn't it?
After that wonderfully stimulating experience (read: exhausting ordeal in which the wind was always wrong no matter what and the mosquitoes were almost deadly), we came home just in time for my dad to arrive with the materials I've needed for the past three, maybe four weeks. It's a World History project that we were assigned halfway through August; I've been at a standstill for several weeks because we don't seem to have a hot glue gun anywhere. But now I have one of my own, so that crisis is solved. Now, if my dad would move his tools out of my room I'd actually have somewhere to put it... o.O;;
But other than that, today's been pretty laid-back...we're gonna have company in about half an hour, so I should go burn my CD before they get here...
...that didn't take. Halfway finished setting up my CD and they show up. It's now two hours later and they're still here...I just got yelled at by my dad because my mom wanted to do dishes instead of me... *rolls eyes* Don't ya just love Sundays?]
Betrayal (cont'd)
Voices. Familiar voices. Voices he knew and trusted. But...who, exactly? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything, except the pain and the black...
Something changed. The voices were closer. They were right next to him. Something wet fell on his cheek - what was the word again? Oh, yes...a tear. It was a tear. From one of the voices. The tear slipped down and into his too-dry mouth; he could barely make out the salty taste.
"Ash! Ash, are you okay?" Then, quieter, less urgent, "What d'you suppose could have happened?"
A pause. "I don't know. Come on, we should get him - and Bulbasaur - back to the village. They don't look so good."
There was a peculiar sensation, as if he was floating; the ground was far below him now. He blinked his eyes open for an instant. There was a flash of brown, and of red, but the light was too intense and his eyes closed once more of their own accord. Black.
***
Ash's return to consciousness was slow and excruciatingly painful. It took a few minutes to remember the reason. It took a few minutes longer to remember that Team Rocket had all of his pokemon - Pikachu included. It didn't, however, take very long to fight back the pain enough to get out of bed, retrieve his backpack and grab some empty Pokeballs from the tray, and limp toward the door.
"Saur?"
"Bulbasaur? Is that you?" Ash noted with distaste that his voice was still weak. He would have to hide that if he was to have any hope of tricking Team Rocket into giving him his pokemon back.
"Saur! Bulbasaur!" //The master should not be up! Where is the master going?//
"To find the others," Ash replied grimly. "I'm not leaving them in the hands of Team Rocket."
//The master cannot go alone! The master is still weak. He must wait for his friends!//
Ash shook his head. "No, Bulbasaur. There's no time to lose. I have to go find Pikachu and the others, and I have to go now."
//Then...I am coming too.//
"You can't! You're in almost as bad a shape as I am!"
This time, Bulbasaur's "voice" was grim. //If the master can go, I can. They are my friends too.//
Ash hesitated, then sighed. "All right. Come on, I'll carry you in my backpack. You can't walk that far." Retracing his steps, the black-haired boy carefully helped his Pokemon climb into his brown backpack and settled the straps on his shoulders as comfortably as he could (which wasn't very, considering the huge burns over most of his body), then started once more for the door.
I'm coming, Pikachu!
***
"Piiipikachu! Pika!"
"Now, now, Pikachu, threats never did no one no good," Meowth said in Human, shaking his claw at the mouse-type. He turned to Jessie and James. "Oh, the boss is going to love this!"
"We've been trying for years to catch that PIkachu," James said gleefully. "And now we've finally done it!"
"And all it took was a little help from one of the twerp's former friends," Jessie added. Her voice was confident, proud. "I think we all owe Charizard a big thank-you, what do you think, James?"
"By golly, I think you're right!"
"And I know just the way to do it, too - by making him a member of Team Rocket!" The last, of course, was Meowth. "How's about it, big guy?"
"Char...char," the dragon said, shaking it's head.
"Come on, Charizard," James encouraged. "It's fun!" But the dragon was stubborn.
"Fine, then. We'll just have to make it join. James?"
"Weezing, go!"
"Go, Arbok!"
"Char!"
"Pika!"
"Poison sting!"
Charizard gave a bellow of pain and rage as Arbok's darts struck home.
"Piiiika!"
"Hey, leave him alone!"
Random Quote of the Day:
We have to distrust each other. It's our only defense against betrayal.
- Tennessee Williams
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