I'm going to be writing a Pokemon Black Version Storylocke. I've gotten the first teeny weeny little part of the first chapter done already, but not the prologue. I thought I'd give you guys an excerpt so you can give me your opinion of it. :)
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Midnight was just about to taint our tiny town of Nuvema when the alarms sounded. The sirens, a dull clanging sound with pauses after every beat, resonated throughout our home with no signs of stopping. When the first few people began to emerge from their camps, I knew they would be at my door faster than you could say ‘Plasmodium’. The only questions were: which one would be banging on the door, and which one would be yelling for me to get out of my beloved home?
I think I already knew the answer.
‘We have to leave, NOW!’ Cheren’s fists against my door could not be compared to the siren – they were more consistent, less peaceful. However, like the sirens, they appeared to be never-ending. I could only imagine his pale bespectacled face, sweating in the moonlight.
‘I’ll be out in a second!’ How on earth did he expect me to gather all of my things so quickly? He knew as well as I did that our rooms were tiny and often cluttered, dependent on the amount of possessions you had. Fortunately, these days we could only afford to own very little. It had to be that way. We’d be too caught up in the value of things to survive, otherwise. This way, I knew exactly what to grab if ever this situation happened – backpack, clothing, food, survival gear. That’s all that was necessary.
Cheren was exactly how I imagined him. His usually pristine black hair was greasy and ruffled, and his breath drew thick vaporous clouds out in front of him.
‘What the hell took you so long?’ His voice was as cold as the wintery Nuvema air. ‘You knew you had to be prepared for the siren!’
‘Let’s just go!’ I snapped back at him, roughly brushing past his shoulders as I trudged forward. Cheren took this as the perfect opportunity to angrily shove me as I did so. I doubled back on him by thrusting him down into the mud. He made a satisfying SPLAT as he fell, dirtying the blue jacket he always bragged about so much. It made me smirk. Adjusting his glasses, he picked himself up off the floor. He looked like he wanted to slug me.
‘Will you boys just stop it?!’ the blonde haired girl shrieked, her hands clasped to her chest in an innocent plea. It was unbelievable to think that, through all of the madness, I seemed to have completely forgotten Bianca was stood there. Considering the ludicrously large green beret that lay atop her curls, this was somewhat of a surprise. ‘We’ve got more important matters to attend to!’ she added.
Cheren dusted himself off and strode to Bianca’s side. ‘That’s right. Juniper told us to meet her by her research camp. So that’s where we’ll be going.’
‘Whatever,’ I grunted, following the pair along the dusty path. Fortunately for us, Nuvema Town was tiny in comparison to the rest of the region – the town was located slap bang in the middle of a forest, with trees being cleared in a decent-sized rectangular shape when the town was initially constructed. This little rectangle was my home, where I had grown up for the past fifteen years. I didn’t want to admit it to myself back then, but I knew I’d be leaving it for the first time, forever, once midnight dawned. As we walked to Juniper’s camp, northwest to my own camp, several creatures fluttered their small black wings in the winds overhead. I was always amused by the sight of them, for they looked like the powdered balls my mother had always used to apply her makeup. The shaggy blue bats continued innocently on their journey – Woobat were always active during this time of night, and they were seemingly oblivious to the disorder occurring down below. Despite the relatively small population, families familiar to me were scampering around town, gathering their things before departure. It was sad, really. Everything we’d ever known was about to fall prey to the Plasmodium.



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