Really, this is not very good, but anyway. I don't know what I was thinking when I started to write this. O_o
It's just a stupid, short story with a crappy ending, but that's all I can do. Probably.
I think I should stop talking, and give you the story instead. Here it is.
[INSERT RANDOM NAME HERE]
"You sure you wanna battle? You don't look like too challenging to me. Maybe you should just go and play with the other kids", a tough-looking trainer said, smiling dumbly.
"May I correct you: I'm not a kid. And I'm enough of a challenge for a guy like you", a short girl with fuzzy, white hair replied. She glared at the older trainer with a determined look.
"Well, okay, if you insist. But I warn you: I'm not gonna let you win", the trainer said and grabbed a shiny Luxury Ball from under his leather jacket.
The girl smiled and walked ten metres away from the other trainer. She took an ordinary Pokéball from her olive green satchet and pressed the button to expand the ball to its normal size.
"You first. We'll both use two Pokémon, and the first whose both Pokémon are fainted, loses. Is that okay to you?" the confident male trainer asked, waving his long, black hair.
The girl nodded slowly and threw the Pokéball she was holding.
A brown, shabby bird came out of the ball, stumbled, and fell on its beak. The bird Pokémon quickly rose on its two feet, looking quite astonished. Its pathetic appearance made the other trainer laugh meanly, but the girl didn't seem to care.
The trainer, still laughing, threw the glittering Luxury Ball in the air, and shouted with a loud voice:
"Manectric! I choose you!"
The ball opened, letting out a large, dog-like creature with blue fur and yellow markings.
"Manek-trike!" the Pokémon howled, sending small sparks fly all around it.
"My Manectric is an Electric type, which means your little bird is already doomed! It can't stand a chance against my well-trained Pokémon"
"We'll see", the girl whispered mysteriously.
"Pidgey, use Mud Shot!" she yelled, pointing the Manectric with her finger.
The girl's Pidgey flapped its wings, rose from the ground and sent a large blob of mud at the Manectric's eyes at an amazing speed. The Manectric didn't have enough time to evade the attack, and now its eyes were full of mud.
"Whoa! That was too fast" the older trainer stated, with an amazed look upon his face.
'I didn't know a Pidgey can learn Mud Shot', he said to himself.
He stopped for a second to think of a good strategy, then decided to go with the good old 'let's-just-use-our-most-powerful-moves-all-in-a-row'.
The Pokémon growled, still with mud in its eyes, and zapped in random directions in order to faint the Pidgey. None of the large lightnings it sent flying actually hit the bird Pokémon. The girl just smiled with an evil look in her light-blue eyes. She snapped her fingers and said:
"Let's finish this one off, shall we, Pidgey? Use Earthquake!"
The tiny bird floated for a second in the air, then it dived down and hit the ground with an extraordinary power. The powerful move hit the Manectric's body and threw it in the air. The Pokémon fell down on the ground which was still shaking. It growled with pain in its voice and fainted. Its trainer recalled it and grabbed another ball, a Premier Ball. He looked very astounded, then started to shout:
"This can't be! That little bird can't learn Earthquake! It just isn't possible"
"It is. You need to be a really good trainer to do that" the girl answered, laughing.
"Come back, Pidgey. You've done enough for today", she said as Pokémon was absorbed into the capsule-like container.
"Well, bring out your next Pokémon. Or are you going to give up?"
"Never! Go! Dusknoir!" A red light bursted out of the white ball, forming a dark grey ghost Pokémon. The Pokémon floated calmly above the ground.
"This is going to be easy. Go, Magikarp!" the girl shouted, throwing an old, dirty Pokéball.
It opened and a big, orange fish with a dumb look on its face came out.
"Maaagi-karp! Karp!" The fish Pokémon bounced around helplessly, looking like nothing else but pathetic. The older trainer got his confidence back as he watched the Magikarp slapping itself on the ground.
"Looks like you don't have any special tricks to use now, eh? Dusknoir, use Shadow Punch!"
The shady Pokémon raised its fist, preparing to attack and then launched a rapid punch at the fish Pokémon. Surprisingly, the Magikarp managed to avoid the attack with no problem at all.
"Huh? What was that, Dusknoir? Can't you even hit a freaking Magikarp?" the trainer yelled at his ghost Pokémon.
"Shadow Punch again! And try to actually hit this time!"
"You're not that tough anymore, are you?" the girl asked.
"Magikarp, use Roar Of Time! Now!"
The fish Pokémon suddendly stopped its bouncing, and opened its mouth. A bright beam bursted out of its mouth with a horrible, screaming sound. The impact sent Dusknoir flying, and it dashed against a large tree, which shook and dropped most of its leaves. The Dusknoir sighed and lost its consciousness.
"I guess your Dusknoir is unable to battle, so that probably means that I'm the winner", the short girl laughed. She recalled her Magikarp and put the ball back to her satchet.
"So, do you have anything to say?"
The other trainer couldn't say a thing. He called his Dusknoir back and just stared at the girl, shocked. Finally he was able to open his mouth:
"Wh-what did just happen? Who are you? How-"
"Ssshhh. It's not necessary for you to know who I am. You won't see me again"
The girl took a small device from her pocket and pressed some buttons.
"W-what is that?" the upset trainer asked.
"You want to know? Well, it's just an Action Replay. AR for short"
"Action Replay? What is that supposed to be? Tell me more!"
"Nah, I already got bored. Bye-bye!" The girl waved her hand, walked a few steps and disappeared.
I'd like to hear comments and critique from better writers. Thank you.
: I tried to write something with a creepy atmosphere, you tell me if I succeeded. : P
This one actually has a name! :O That's a rare thing from me.
Just another day
The day started with a slightly warm sunshine through her window. A calm breeze shook the branches of an old birch growing next to the house, making them scrape against the window. A couple of small birds were sitting on the ground, pecking the something, probably in search of food.
The morning was perfect, but somehow she felt uncomfortable. She wasn't quite sure what was wrong, nothing seemed different from normal. A gnawing fear started to make its way to her mind. But why? Was she sick or did she just see a nightmare? She shook her head and tried to organize her thoughts.
Then she realized something: she couldn't remember what had happened yesterday. Or the day before, or last week. She couldn't even recall her name.
'What is going on? Who am I? Why can't I remember?' she asked herself desperately.
The birch scratched her window, like trying to tell something. The girl looked out of the window, seeking for an answer. She saw her own reflection on the cold glass surface, but only a complete stranger looked back, staring at her, shocked. She was close to tears, she still didn't know.
A couple of hours passed, and she was still sitting on her bed. Actually, she wasn't exactly sure if the bed was hers, but she sat there anyway. The sun had moved, it was higher now. While she was watching the little birds, she remembered something. The memory was mostly just feelings, colours, sounds. She remembered a bright light. A horrible scream, then words. What were the words?
'They...nited it...shouldn't hav...run...ur lif..'
Just a mess. What shouldn't they have? Who were the 'they'? More and more questions popped into her head.
'That house....the onl..ay...to survive'
"That house... this is the only way to survive", she said.
'I remembered it. But I still don't understand. And what was the first sentence?' she thought. Suddendly her mind filled with pictures, flooding her brains. The light, a blast, the house. Then the pictures started to have sounds. Loud screaming, people crying, the rhythm of her running, the slam of a door.
"They ignited it! They shouldn't have done it! Run for your life!"
She remembered how she fell and stumbled back up, only thinking of survival. There were no other buildings in sight, only the old, abandoned house. She ran to the house and rushed in, closing the door after her. Through the hallway, through the door, onto the bed. She covered her head with her arms and awaited for the shockwave.
The old house took the hit like a man, but it wasn't strong enough to fight against the huge power. The girl remembered the sound of the collapsing house, the sound of the broken windows and wood.
She took a better look out of the window. Everything was broken. The birch had snapped from the middle, the other part of it was lying on the ground a hundred metres away. Parts of cars, houses and trees were scattered all around the scarred landscape. A kid's bike was thrown on the yard by the shockwave, half melted. And the birds; they weren't looking for food. They were dying.
She got up from the bed, walked slowly on the door and opened it. As she already knew, there was no hallway anymore. Just ash.
Now she remembered. And she wished that she didn't.
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