Rival Max
11-13-2015, 03:57 PM
“Where was I when the whole world went to ***t? Where was I the moment all of this started? What will it be like after I am gone.” Becky says staring blankly at her tv screen.
A woman in her mid-twenties sits in front of her bedroom tv. She is wrapped in a beautiful white scarf that she is using as a blanket. Her focus is the events playing out in front of her. The graphic images on the screen have no effect on her current state. She studies the images carefully as if she is looking at a puzzle. Finally they stop showing the horrible images and a lady appears in front of the camera. Becky slowly lifts up her remote turning up the volume. On the screen a reporter wearing a bullet proof vest stands just behind military outpost. The reporter’s face is covered in ash and dirt. As she begins to speak it is clear how nervous she is, the microphone shakes in her hand.
“Dyana Cantro here live on scene of what they are calling the battle for Vermilion City.Behind me you can see a wall of smoke pour out over the harbor. If you listen closely you can hear the gun shots in the background. I am being told that this location is now in the red zone so in moments we will be getting pushed back once again. Before we do however I was able to speak to one of the brave citizens who came out in support of the military.” She pauses as the camera zooms out.
“Now Meghan please tell the people at home what you told me earlier.” She says hold ing the mic to the trainer’s face.
The trainer Meghan steps back a little from the microphone taking a moment to think of what to say.
“I don’t have much time so I will speak fast. I can imagine a lot of you are scared and confused. Please listen to what I’m about to say carefully. There has been a lot of miss information about this shadow infection; the infection is passed through direct contact only. You and your pokemon are in no danger as long as you stay clear of these creatures.” Meghan pauses
“First thing to do is find shelter. If you have a secure room, basement or know of someone with a bomb shelter head there. If those are not an option find the most secure room in your house or apartment and bunker down. You need to block the windows and barricade any doors. You are going to want to keep the lights off, if that is not an option keep them as low as possible. Try to cut off anything making too much noise.” Meghan stopped talking.
In the distance she hears someone calling for her.
“I have to go, please, please, please people be safe. These things have one goal, just one. They will do anything to distinguish your spark. They want your soul to be as void as theirs.” Meghan says waving goodbye to the reporter as she takes off.
“Well you heard it..” the voice says fading away as Becky turns down the volume on the tv.
Becky’s attention moves back to her bedroom door. For the last hour or so the door has been the only thing separating her from one of those creatures. The door slams back and forth as the creature furious scratches at the door chipping away at the wood. The noise only seems to get louder as the door starts to fall apart.
“Shut up! Shut up!” She calls out wrapping the scarf around her ears.
Becky gets out of her bed and turns on her Ipod. She turns the music up to try and drown out the sound scratching. For a moment she can no longer hear it and falls back on her bed in a falls state of peace. Her thoughts drift out freely ignoring the news, ignoring the direct danger. She wraps herself in her blanket and just losses herself, if only for a moment or two.
“Dancing in the willows, she feels the wind sweep through her hair.” She sings softly closing her eyes.
Deep her thoughts she pictures herself in a grass field. The tall grass sways back and forth in the wind. She smiles lightly as she her friends running around in the distance. The fantasy fades quickly as the rain clouds come sweeping in. The once pristine skyline is no poisoned and choking on the rain clouds. Her eyes open and she finds herself back in the living hell that she is trapped in. She sits up and looks at the door. It is clear now she doesn’t have to much time left.
Becky sighs, she makes her way over to her desk. She pulls out the chair and slowly sits down. She gives herself a moment to take everything in. She then turns her attention to mess on her desk and begins organizing everything carefully. Once everything is in its right place she pull out a sheet of paper making sure it’s exactly lined up with the edge of the desk. She pulls over the drawer to her right and pulls out a pencil and a pencil sharpener. She slowly sharpens the pencil making sure to tip is perfect.
“To whomever find this letter,
As you scan through this letter it is my hope that you will understand that I had accepted the reality of the world around me. No decision of this magnitude is taken lightly. To come to the sad conclusion you must understand that I truly believe in my heart we all NEED to feel safe. We all NEED to feel supported. Without those very basic needs a human can transform into an animal very quickly. I had no desire to lose myself in the hopelessness, I had desire to be the cause of someone elses pain. From my 15th floor balcony I have seen the very worst in people; Images of looting, assaults and the screams of a dying men have become the background nose of our extinction.
Some would say it started with the dark man. Though now it feels more like he is just the psychical representation of the evil in all of us. He is our hate, our sickness and our greed personified. His pain is infecting humans and pokemon alike. We all believe we are good people until that moment we realize we have chosen our own comfort over the happiness of others. Please do not feel that I am blaming you. It’s not your fault. What could you have really done? You were not shown a better path, you were not taught to be that person. Neither was I and it’s though and its only now that we are seeing the error of our ways. Had people all stepped up and fought this back together we would be free of this. Instead we fell back in fear and locked ourselves away. We sat complacently while it spread until finally it was at our door step. My parents were held up at a community church where they tried to help others. From my window I can see the black smoke rising from the last vestige of hope to be had. Perhaps those people were not meant to survive in a world of shadows.
It is with all my heart that I tell you that if you can find the strength to hold on maybe just maybe there’s light at the end of the tunnel. I however have a different path, I will be with my family soon enough. I can have peace once again.
Yours Truly, Becky.”
Becky puts down the pencil moving it slightly to the left of the paper. She than stands up and pushes her chair up carefully. She takes a moment to look back at the door before turning to her messy bed. She takes the time to carefully make it tightening each edge of the sheets. When she is finished she puts the framed pictures of her family and friends on the pillows. She turns her attention to the balcony door. With a light smile she swings up the doors and the destruction of the outside world floods in. Becky simply smiles and closes her eye stepping out. She lets the window move through her hair and surrounds her. She focuses on some of the beautiful nights she had camping under the stars. With a couple of steps she reaches the railing. Her hands grip the railing tightly and she slowly opens her eyes. The bedroom door finally gives away behind her allowing the creatures to get in. She lefts herself up over the railing one foot at a time and stands above the edge watching the hell break loose below her. She pays no attention to the creatures tearing her room apart behind her. She looks up into the smoky night sky. As she wipes away a tear she knows it time. With a deep breath she moves her feet into place. Slowly lifting up her arms she says nothing. She smiles lightly and becomes just another victim in the hell that we have created.
On a warm night, in a nameless city a scarf floats through the air; it dances through the air finally getting snagged on a tree. It will hang there for another week while the chaos around it fades. Eventually it will break free of the trees grip and make its way into the grassy field below.
Meghan stands in the middle of destroyed city part wiping sweat off forehead she notices a white patch come from the bushes she carefully pulls out the scarf. As she examines it she notices the hand stitched insignia.
“Becky” She says softly.
She looks around for someone but the area is empty. She slowly folds up the scarf and places in her bag.
“Once we find Becky will reunite you two.” She says to herself hoping that whomever this beautiful scarf belonged to is safe wherever she is.
The End
A woman in her mid-twenties sits in front of her bedroom tv. She is wrapped in a beautiful white scarf that she is using as a blanket. Her focus is the events playing out in front of her. The graphic images on the screen have no effect on her current state. She studies the images carefully as if she is looking at a puzzle. Finally they stop showing the horrible images and a lady appears in front of the camera. Becky slowly lifts up her remote turning up the volume. On the screen a reporter wearing a bullet proof vest stands just behind military outpost. The reporter’s face is covered in ash and dirt. As she begins to speak it is clear how nervous she is, the microphone shakes in her hand.
“Dyana Cantro here live on scene of what they are calling the battle for Vermilion City.Behind me you can see a wall of smoke pour out over the harbor. If you listen closely you can hear the gun shots in the background. I am being told that this location is now in the red zone so in moments we will be getting pushed back once again. Before we do however I was able to speak to one of the brave citizens who came out in support of the military.” She pauses as the camera zooms out.
“Now Meghan please tell the people at home what you told me earlier.” She says hold ing the mic to the trainer’s face.
The trainer Meghan steps back a little from the microphone taking a moment to think of what to say.
“I don’t have much time so I will speak fast. I can imagine a lot of you are scared and confused. Please listen to what I’m about to say carefully. There has been a lot of miss information about this shadow infection; the infection is passed through direct contact only. You and your pokemon are in no danger as long as you stay clear of these creatures.” Meghan pauses
“First thing to do is find shelter. If you have a secure room, basement or know of someone with a bomb shelter head there. If those are not an option find the most secure room in your house or apartment and bunker down. You need to block the windows and barricade any doors. You are going to want to keep the lights off, if that is not an option keep them as low as possible. Try to cut off anything making too much noise.” Meghan stopped talking.
In the distance she hears someone calling for her.
“I have to go, please, please, please people be safe. These things have one goal, just one. They will do anything to distinguish your spark. They want your soul to be as void as theirs.” Meghan says waving goodbye to the reporter as she takes off.
“Well you heard it..” the voice says fading away as Becky turns down the volume on the tv.
Becky’s attention moves back to her bedroom door. For the last hour or so the door has been the only thing separating her from one of those creatures. The door slams back and forth as the creature furious scratches at the door chipping away at the wood. The noise only seems to get louder as the door starts to fall apart.
“Shut up! Shut up!” She calls out wrapping the scarf around her ears.
Becky gets out of her bed and turns on her Ipod. She turns the music up to try and drown out the sound scratching. For a moment she can no longer hear it and falls back on her bed in a falls state of peace. Her thoughts drift out freely ignoring the news, ignoring the direct danger. She wraps herself in her blanket and just losses herself, if only for a moment or two.
“Dancing in the willows, she feels the wind sweep through her hair.” She sings softly closing her eyes.
Deep her thoughts she pictures herself in a grass field. The tall grass sways back and forth in the wind. She smiles lightly as she her friends running around in the distance. The fantasy fades quickly as the rain clouds come sweeping in. The once pristine skyline is no poisoned and choking on the rain clouds. Her eyes open and she finds herself back in the living hell that she is trapped in. She sits up and looks at the door. It is clear now she doesn’t have to much time left.
Becky sighs, she makes her way over to her desk. She pulls out the chair and slowly sits down. She gives herself a moment to take everything in. She then turns her attention to mess on her desk and begins organizing everything carefully. Once everything is in its right place she pull out a sheet of paper making sure it’s exactly lined up with the edge of the desk. She pulls over the drawer to her right and pulls out a pencil and a pencil sharpener. She slowly sharpens the pencil making sure to tip is perfect.
“To whomever find this letter,
As you scan through this letter it is my hope that you will understand that I had accepted the reality of the world around me. No decision of this magnitude is taken lightly. To come to the sad conclusion you must understand that I truly believe in my heart we all NEED to feel safe. We all NEED to feel supported. Without those very basic needs a human can transform into an animal very quickly. I had no desire to lose myself in the hopelessness, I had desire to be the cause of someone elses pain. From my 15th floor balcony I have seen the very worst in people; Images of looting, assaults and the screams of a dying men have become the background nose of our extinction.
Some would say it started with the dark man. Though now it feels more like he is just the psychical representation of the evil in all of us. He is our hate, our sickness and our greed personified. His pain is infecting humans and pokemon alike. We all believe we are good people until that moment we realize we have chosen our own comfort over the happiness of others. Please do not feel that I am blaming you. It’s not your fault. What could you have really done? You were not shown a better path, you were not taught to be that person. Neither was I and it’s though and its only now that we are seeing the error of our ways. Had people all stepped up and fought this back together we would be free of this. Instead we fell back in fear and locked ourselves away. We sat complacently while it spread until finally it was at our door step. My parents were held up at a community church where they tried to help others. From my window I can see the black smoke rising from the last vestige of hope to be had. Perhaps those people were not meant to survive in a world of shadows.
It is with all my heart that I tell you that if you can find the strength to hold on maybe just maybe there’s light at the end of the tunnel. I however have a different path, I will be with my family soon enough. I can have peace once again.
Yours Truly, Becky.”
Becky puts down the pencil moving it slightly to the left of the paper. She than stands up and pushes her chair up carefully. She takes a moment to look back at the door before turning to her messy bed. She takes the time to carefully make it tightening each edge of the sheets. When she is finished she puts the framed pictures of her family and friends on the pillows. She turns her attention to the balcony door. With a light smile she swings up the doors and the destruction of the outside world floods in. Becky simply smiles and closes her eye stepping out. She lets the window move through her hair and surrounds her. She focuses on some of the beautiful nights she had camping under the stars. With a couple of steps she reaches the railing. Her hands grip the railing tightly and she slowly opens her eyes. The bedroom door finally gives away behind her allowing the creatures to get in. She lefts herself up over the railing one foot at a time and stands above the edge watching the hell break loose below her. She pays no attention to the creatures tearing her room apart behind her. She looks up into the smoky night sky. As she wipes away a tear she knows it time. With a deep breath she moves her feet into place. Slowly lifting up her arms she says nothing. She smiles lightly and becomes just another victim in the hell that we have created.
On a warm night, in a nameless city a scarf floats through the air; it dances through the air finally getting snagged on a tree. It will hang there for another week while the chaos around it fades. Eventually it will break free of the trees grip and make its way into the grassy field below.
Meghan stands in the middle of destroyed city part wiping sweat off forehead she notices a white patch come from the bushes she carefully pulls out the scarf. As she examines it she notices the hand stitched insignia.
“Becky” She says softly.
She looks around for someone but the area is empty. She slowly folds up the scarf and places in her bag.
“Once we find Becky will reunite you two.” She says to herself hoping that whomever this beautiful scarf belonged to is safe wherever she is.
The End