EternalRose
01-16-2014, 07:27 AM
"Nadamin no!"
Her voice broke through the repetitive sounds of technology. The dark room hummed with its mechanical inhabitants that lived within the walls. Machinery and tubes snaked in and out of the walls and blinked tiny strange-colored lights. Although the room was full of running electricity, there was a decided chill in the air. The man standing in front of a huge platform that lifted about ten feet off the ground with a console below it pulled his hand back for a moment. He knew she would make it here. He didn't want her to see this. To see what he was about to do.
When he turned around, his eyes met hers and all she could see was a great torment and she knew she would not be able to reach him, but she had to try. Behind her lifelong friend, on top of the large platform slumped a huge, legendary figure. Yvetal; A pokemon known for bringing destruction, but she saw more. As she looked into the creature's eyes she saw the same torment that plagued her friend. It was dying.
"It doesn't have to be this way," she said, "Nadamin, please."
Behind his lifelong friend, Nadamin saw a great beast, standing tall. Its antlers branching out like a huge, gorgeous tree. Its eyes shown with the same bright hope as his friend's. Xerneas, a great legend. It had come too late.
"No," he said, "there is no other way. This world is dying, infected. If there is ever going to be a chance for our world to keep going, we need a hard reset. Put everything back to zero. We must all sacrifice ourselves to save the world."
She leaped forward, knowing she would not be able to stop it, but refusing to give in. Desperation gripped her as her hand reached for him.
His hand reached for the switch.
Terrible cries from both of the legendary Pokemon filled their ears. A blinding light filled their visions. Atoms splitting, being ripped apart, changed, becoming something else.
Then nothing.
~~~
Dust everywhere. She was buried under something. Wood? Plastic? Metal? Coughing, she slid a large piece of plastic debris off of herself. Her surroundings shocked her memory back. She had been at the Poke center, having a meal while her Pokemon were resting. The large, red plastic that had been covering her was from the giant Pokeball sign that had adorned the building. Everyting around her was flattened. What used to be an adorable town surrounded by forests and flowers was now barren, brown and desolate. Her heart caught in her throat. What had happened? Where was everyone? Her mind went to her Pokemon. She stood quickly, almost falling back over as her left foot screamed at her. Looking desperately for her Pokemon, she began to tear at the debris, hoping to find the familiar red and white capsules that held her friends.
Tears began to cloud her already dusty vision as she searched. Finally, she glimpsed the red color. Her fingers gripped at it and she pulled up half of a Pokeball. The other half had been destroyed. But, where was the Pokemon that had been inside? Pokeballs were supposed to have a release fail safe that let a Pokemon out if it got broken. She wondered how long she had been knocked out as there was no living thing in sight, if any of the Pokemon had been released, they were no where to be seen. She put the broken Pokeball aside and kept looking. Under a large, plastic bag she found a few, seemingly intact pokeballs. Picking up the first one, she pressed the button and watched it expand. As she threw it away from herself, a bright light formed into a large figure, a Nidoqueen. It looked around, confused, eyes settling on the younger girl sitting in teh dirt. Her long dirty hair that had at one point been in twin braids now blown about, had been singed. The girl frowned, this was not her Pokemon, but it was a good thing to see another living being.
"Please," she said, "I don't know what's happening."
The Nidoqueen gave her a confused look before her eyes faded into a blank stare. She was as lost as the girl sitting in the rubble. She lifted her head back and let of a mournful cry. A strange rustling sound was heard and three more POkemon emerged from their balls and let out a cry of their own . Tears flooded down the girl's cheeks. THe sounds escaping from these Pokemon seemed to come from their souls. No words were needed, the Pokemon shuffled off aimlessly, their trainer no longer with them. They sensed his absence. She watched as they disappeared over a pile of brick that used to be someone's house. The girl sat in silence for a moment before it became too much.
"Hello?!" she cried to the emptiness, "is anyone out there?!"
Her eyes fell upon a bit of purple fabric. Recognizing it, she rushed over, pulling it from teh dirt. It was her backpakc and still mostly intact. Inside, a couple of busted water bottles had ruined most of her electronic equipment. She managed to salvage a bag of rice and a couple packages of Pokemon food. She had still been unsuccessful at locating her Pokemon, which bothered her to no end. She took a moment to try and stand again. Her ankle was hurt, but looked like it wasn't broken. She tried taking a few steps and managed a very slow, but not impossible pace. She was determined to continue searching the ruins of the Poke Center until she found her friends.
(Stopping here for now because I need sleep. Please keep in mind that I haven't done any editing yet and that this is very raw material. I'd love to know what you think though, criticism and all. It's very much the beginning and I have a lot more planned for this story.)
Her voice broke through the repetitive sounds of technology. The dark room hummed with its mechanical inhabitants that lived within the walls. Machinery and tubes snaked in and out of the walls and blinked tiny strange-colored lights. Although the room was full of running electricity, there was a decided chill in the air. The man standing in front of a huge platform that lifted about ten feet off the ground with a console below it pulled his hand back for a moment. He knew she would make it here. He didn't want her to see this. To see what he was about to do.
When he turned around, his eyes met hers and all she could see was a great torment and she knew she would not be able to reach him, but she had to try. Behind her lifelong friend, on top of the large platform slumped a huge, legendary figure. Yvetal; A pokemon known for bringing destruction, but she saw more. As she looked into the creature's eyes she saw the same torment that plagued her friend. It was dying.
"It doesn't have to be this way," she said, "Nadamin, please."
Behind his lifelong friend, Nadamin saw a great beast, standing tall. Its antlers branching out like a huge, gorgeous tree. Its eyes shown with the same bright hope as his friend's. Xerneas, a great legend. It had come too late.
"No," he said, "there is no other way. This world is dying, infected. If there is ever going to be a chance for our world to keep going, we need a hard reset. Put everything back to zero. We must all sacrifice ourselves to save the world."
She leaped forward, knowing she would not be able to stop it, but refusing to give in. Desperation gripped her as her hand reached for him.
His hand reached for the switch.
Terrible cries from both of the legendary Pokemon filled their ears. A blinding light filled their visions. Atoms splitting, being ripped apart, changed, becoming something else.
Then nothing.
~~~
Dust everywhere. She was buried under something. Wood? Plastic? Metal? Coughing, she slid a large piece of plastic debris off of herself. Her surroundings shocked her memory back. She had been at the Poke center, having a meal while her Pokemon were resting. The large, red plastic that had been covering her was from the giant Pokeball sign that had adorned the building. Everyting around her was flattened. What used to be an adorable town surrounded by forests and flowers was now barren, brown and desolate. Her heart caught in her throat. What had happened? Where was everyone? Her mind went to her Pokemon. She stood quickly, almost falling back over as her left foot screamed at her. Looking desperately for her Pokemon, she began to tear at the debris, hoping to find the familiar red and white capsules that held her friends.
Tears began to cloud her already dusty vision as she searched. Finally, she glimpsed the red color. Her fingers gripped at it and she pulled up half of a Pokeball. The other half had been destroyed. But, where was the Pokemon that had been inside? Pokeballs were supposed to have a release fail safe that let a Pokemon out if it got broken. She wondered how long she had been knocked out as there was no living thing in sight, if any of the Pokemon had been released, they were no where to be seen. She put the broken Pokeball aside and kept looking. Under a large, plastic bag she found a few, seemingly intact pokeballs. Picking up the first one, she pressed the button and watched it expand. As she threw it away from herself, a bright light formed into a large figure, a Nidoqueen. It looked around, confused, eyes settling on the younger girl sitting in teh dirt. Her long dirty hair that had at one point been in twin braids now blown about, had been singed. The girl frowned, this was not her Pokemon, but it was a good thing to see another living being.
"Please," she said, "I don't know what's happening."
The Nidoqueen gave her a confused look before her eyes faded into a blank stare. She was as lost as the girl sitting in the rubble. She lifted her head back and let of a mournful cry. A strange rustling sound was heard and three more POkemon emerged from their balls and let out a cry of their own . Tears flooded down the girl's cheeks. THe sounds escaping from these Pokemon seemed to come from their souls. No words were needed, the Pokemon shuffled off aimlessly, their trainer no longer with them. They sensed his absence. She watched as they disappeared over a pile of brick that used to be someone's house. The girl sat in silence for a moment before it became too much.
"Hello?!" she cried to the emptiness, "is anyone out there?!"
Her eyes fell upon a bit of purple fabric. Recognizing it, she rushed over, pulling it from teh dirt. It was her backpakc and still mostly intact. Inside, a couple of busted water bottles had ruined most of her electronic equipment. She managed to salvage a bag of rice and a couple packages of Pokemon food. She had still been unsuccessful at locating her Pokemon, which bothered her to no end. She took a moment to try and stand again. Her ankle was hurt, but looked like it wasn't broken. She tried taking a few steps and managed a very slow, but not impossible pace. She was determined to continue searching the ruins of the Poke Center until she found her friends.
(Stopping here for now because I need sleep. Please keep in mind that I haven't done any editing yet and that this is very raw material. I'd love to know what you think though, criticism and all. It's very much the beginning and I have a lot more planned for this story.)