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Re: "Look" ( Chapter 4&5 up now! Comments welcome!)
Mt.Coronet is the biggest mountain in the Sinnoh Region. Many hikers told of the grueling caves you had to pass, of the long dark treks and eerily quiet tunnels. The Pokemon, depending on which level you go to, are terribly strong, as evidence of the stories old construction workers tell of building the man-made stairs and bridges in the large landmass.
All this however, weren’t going to stop a young man in a trench coat from reaching Pastoria City.
His name was “Looker”, a nickname with a snazzy ring to it. This lean, dark haired boy was on his way to the “Marsh town by the sea” in hopes of becoming a top notch International Police agent.
With his bag, dark green bike for transport, map, and wit he began to pedal faster.
“So I should end up in Hearthome City, then I just need to go south on Route 212. Easy!” he said, nearing the mouth of the cave.
With a final look back on Eterna City, he entered the mountain he had traveled in nearly 3 years ago, the dim light all to present.
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“I’m glad this bike was built to last. I would hate to have to walk through this again.”
The rubber wheels jagged up and down on the rough, brown stone floor. He began to hum a tune, allowing the little jive to echo throughout the caverns. Everything was going as planned. Not just the trip to Pastoria, but his whole plan. Getting to Sinnoh, finding his calling, locating an opportunity….all of it- geared like a well oiled bike chain, which, ironically, was propelling him forward through the cave.
Suddenly, a ear-splitting screech entered the air above his head. A wild Pokemon!
Braking, Looker turned and try to see what Pokemon had made that awful noise. It was slightly high pitched, but scratchy and ragged. It almost sounded in pain……almost as if it was angry……almost…….
“……….Almost like that Golbat!” he yelled.
The might winged beast swooped down in front of him. It’s eyes mean and dark, his large wings twitching with anticipation. Inside its wide mouth, three glistening white teeth were ready to chomp down and suck blood. It’s fourth tooth was missing, leaving a blank spot in the dark purple gums of the Golbat.
It was the same Golbat from 3 years ago. The one that gave him that gnarly scar.
“Y-you! What are you doing here?” Looker asked the Pokemon, voice starting to shake at such a foul beast.
It inched closer, still emitting it’s mighty screeches. It had remembered Looker. It had remembered what the boy had taken. It had a grudge.
“Look, just let me pass. I don’t have time for this……” he began to slowly creep to the side, hoping to have enough space to speed by Golbat.
The Golbat licked the empty spot in it’s mouth where his fourth tooth was supposed to go, staring straight at Looker.
“You want your tooth, huh? Is that it? You putrid Pocket Monster?”
“ Wait!” he thought.
He reached into his coat’s pocket and felt the smooth enamel tooth, still there after all these years.
“Ok, ok, I have it…here, jus-”
The Golbat moved about 2 feet away from him, holding out it’s long, oozing tongue, as if to say “Put it here, this is where it goes….”
That’s when Looker noticed the whole ordeal. He, a man. A HUMAN man, was being bullied by a Pokemon. A POKEMON. It was stupid. He wasn’t going to take it.
Clasping the tooth around his hand, he moved a foot away from Golbat and told it “No.” before speeding away on his bike.
Pumping as fast as he could he rocketed away from Golbat, who after a few moments caught on and began to chase him. It’s wings beating down on the air, soon it was only a few feet away from the bike back tire.
“C’mon ding-bat, catch me! You cave dwelling blood sucker!”
Hearing this, the Golbat’s wings swooped up with a mighty gush of wind. Bellowing out yet another cry, it flapped it’s purple wings down, producing an Air Cutter attack. The crescent shaped blade of air swept down at a great speed, making contact with the tire, popping it.
“N-no!” was all Looker could say before his rattling bike crashed on the ground, causing him to tumble onto the rocks.
Struggling to get up, the Golbat swooped down and stood over him, fangs bared.
This was it. His whole life about to be ended with one Bite to the skull. He could already feel the sharp pain tunneling into his skull. The Golbat would suck all his blood from his body, leaving him a dried husk of a man. He closed his eyes, ready for his painful death.
Then, a past memory came into his mind.
He was on the sea, up on the deck of the ship with the other sailors. They were running about doing their duties, and at the back of the wooden deck, Sailor Bruce was doing push ups along with another man.
Bruce was of oriental descent. Narrow eyes, black hair. He was in top physical shape. Washboard abs, slender and strong muscles toning his arms, mighty legs, and very callused hands. Everyday around noon he gathered at that spot and trained some of the other sailors.
“C’mon now. 50 more push-ups.” he barked out to the other sailor.
“Bruce….Bruce, I can’t, my arms are giving out.” It was true. The skimpy sailors arms were beginning to wobble, and thick drops of sweat fell from his forehead.
“No.” Bruce spat.
“You’ll do 50 more. C’mon, only 45 now.”
“But….but I’ll die if I do anymore….”
Bruce sprang up.
“Then die. If you put limits on your body then it spreads to your entire life, your entire being. If you die you die. There are no limits , only plateaus, and you must constantly exceed them.”
These words sparked a fire in the smaller man, who began pumping his arms faster, faster until he reached the 50 mark.
“Good. Go wash up.”
Bruce was a kind soul. Very intelligent, very wise. One of his quotes was “Perfect bodies come from perfect minds.”
Those words always stuck with Looker, but now those words came busting out.
“NO!” he yelled.
He wasn’t going to let this dumb, wild Pokemon take his life. Not like this. He kicked the Golbat in between the eyes, causing it to guard it’s face with it’s wings.
Getting up, Looker crawled to his bike, now a heap of parts, and grabbed the handlebars, which were snapped clean off.
Trying to think of a witty one-liner, he chucked the metallic bike part towards the flailing Golbat. The handlebars landed in it’s mouth, where Golbat swallowed them. It’s mighty screeches were now replaced by choking, gargling noises, the handlebars jammed down Golbat’s throat. Trying to heave the metal bar out of his mouth, the winged Pokemon rolled around on the ground.
Instead of running, Looker stood and watched the Pokemon trying to free itself from it’s misery. He started to laugh at the site, the once powerful monster of Mt.Coronet was now choking on a old bike part. Then, the hacking noises stopped. Had the thing swallowed them? Had it coughed them up? The purple Pokemon raised up, put on it’s best Mean Look, and opened it’s maw. A shrill bell ring bellowed out from it’s mouth. Golbat snapped its mouth closed, looked down at its mouth, opened again, tried to screech, and again, only the sound of a bike bell was heard.
“Ahahaaahahaha! You must of swallowed the bike ringer too!” He laughed at the cartoon like site in front of him.
Humiliated, the Golbat flew away, still trying to screech, but still sounding out a bike bell chime.
Looker laughed some more, and continued to the exit on foot. After awhile, he saw a light. Outside. He ran into the sunshine. He had lost his bike, but he still had his life, his bag, and the Golbat’s tooth and pride. And he was now in Hearthome City.
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NOTES: As always, comments, tips, criticism welcome! Again, 25 points to whoever can guess the “Special Guest Sailor.” The answers to the last chapter-Guest Sailors-John Steinback and Benjerman "Scatman" Crothers. Hidden Character- You'll find out. Return Character-The Golbat.
“Look”
Chapter 6, Saga 2.
Mt.Coronet is the biggest mountain in the Sinnoh Region. Many hikers told of the grueling caves you had to pass, of the long dark treks and eerily quiet tunnels. The Pokemon, depending on which level you go to, are terribly strong, as evidence of the stories old construction workers tell of building the man-made stairs and bridges in the large landmass.
All this however, weren’t going to stop a young man in a trench coat from reaching Pastoria City.
His name was “Looker”, a nickname with a snazzy ring to it. This lean, dark haired boy was on his way to the “Marsh town by the sea” in hopes of becoming a top notch International Police agent.
With his bag, dark green bike for transport, map, and wit he began to pedal faster.
“So I should end up in Hearthome City, then I just need to go south on Route 212. Easy!” he said, nearing the mouth of the cave.
With a final look back on Eterna City, he entered the mountain he had traveled in nearly 3 years ago, the dim light all to present.
----------------------------------------------------------------
“I’m glad this bike was built to last. I would hate to have to walk through this again.”
The rubber wheels jagged up and down on the rough, brown stone floor. He began to hum a tune, allowing the little jive to echo throughout the caverns. Everything was going as planned. Not just the trip to Pastoria, but his whole plan. Getting to Sinnoh, finding his calling, locating an opportunity….all of it- geared like a well oiled bike chain, which, ironically, was propelling him forward through the cave.
Suddenly, a ear-splitting screech entered the air above his head. A wild Pokemon!
Braking, Looker turned and try to see what Pokemon had made that awful noise. It was slightly high pitched, but scratchy and ragged. It almost sounded in pain……almost as if it was angry……almost…….
“……….Almost like that Golbat!” he yelled.
The might winged beast swooped down in front of him. It’s eyes mean and dark, his large wings twitching with anticipation. Inside its wide mouth, three glistening white teeth were ready to chomp down and suck blood. It’s fourth tooth was missing, leaving a blank spot in the dark purple gums of the Golbat.
It was the same Golbat from 3 years ago. The one that gave him that gnarly scar.
“Y-you! What are you doing here?” Looker asked the Pokemon, voice starting to shake at such a foul beast.
It inched closer, still emitting it’s mighty screeches. It had remembered Looker. It had remembered what the boy had taken. It had a grudge.
“Look, just let me pass. I don’t have time for this……” he began to slowly creep to the side, hoping to have enough space to speed by Golbat.
The Golbat licked the empty spot in it’s mouth where his fourth tooth was supposed to go, staring straight at Looker.
“You want your tooth, huh? Is that it? You putrid Pocket Monster?”
“ Wait!” he thought.
He reached into his coat’s pocket and felt the smooth enamel tooth, still there after all these years.
“Ok, ok, I have it…here, jus-”
The Golbat moved about 2 feet away from him, holding out it’s long, oozing tongue, as if to say “Put it here, this is where it goes….”
That’s when Looker noticed the whole ordeal. He, a man. A HUMAN man, was being bullied by a Pokemon. A POKEMON. It was stupid. He wasn’t going to take it.
Clasping the tooth around his hand, he moved a foot away from Golbat and told it “No.” before speeding away on his bike.
Pumping as fast as he could he rocketed away from Golbat, who after a few moments caught on and began to chase him. It’s wings beating down on the air, soon it was only a few feet away from the bike back tire.
“C’mon ding-bat, catch me! You cave dwelling blood sucker!”
Hearing this, the Golbat’s wings swooped up with a mighty gush of wind. Bellowing out yet another cry, it flapped it’s purple wings down, producing an Air Cutter attack. The crescent shaped blade of air swept down at a great speed, making contact with the tire, popping it.
“N-no!” was all Looker could say before his rattling bike crashed on the ground, causing him to tumble onto the rocks.
Struggling to get up, the Golbat swooped down and stood over him, fangs bared.
This was it. His whole life about to be ended with one Bite to the skull. He could already feel the sharp pain tunneling into his skull. The Golbat would suck all his blood from his body, leaving him a dried husk of a man. He closed his eyes, ready for his painful death.
Then, a past memory came into his mind.
He was on the sea, up on the deck of the ship with the other sailors. They were running about doing their duties, and at the back of the wooden deck, Sailor Bruce was doing push ups along with another man.
Bruce was of oriental descent. Narrow eyes, black hair. He was in top physical shape. Washboard abs, slender and strong muscles toning his arms, mighty legs, and very callused hands. Everyday around noon he gathered at that spot and trained some of the other sailors.
“C’mon now. 50 more push-ups.” he barked out to the other sailor.
“Bruce….Bruce, I can’t, my arms are giving out.” It was true. The skimpy sailors arms were beginning to wobble, and thick drops of sweat fell from his forehead.
“No.” Bruce spat.
“You’ll do 50 more. C’mon, only 45 now.”
“But….but I’ll die if I do anymore….”
Bruce sprang up.
“Then die. If you put limits on your body then it spreads to your entire life, your entire being. If you die you die. There are no limits , only plateaus, and you must constantly exceed them.”
These words sparked a fire in the smaller man, who began pumping his arms faster, faster until he reached the 50 mark.
“Good. Go wash up.”
Bruce was a kind soul. Very intelligent, very wise. One of his quotes was “Perfect bodies come from perfect minds.”
Those words always stuck with Looker, but now those words came busting out.
“NO!” he yelled.
He wasn’t going to let this dumb, wild Pokemon take his life. Not like this. He kicked the Golbat in between the eyes, causing it to guard it’s face with it’s wings.
Getting up, Looker crawled to his bike, now a heap of parts, and grabbed the handlebars, which were snapped clean off.
Trying to think of a witty one-liner, he chucked the metallic bike part towards the flailing Golbat. The handlebars landed in it’s mouth, where Golbat swallowed them. It’s mighty screeches were now replaced by choking, gargling noises, the handlebars jammed down Golbat’s throat. Trying to heave the metal bar out of his mouth, the winged Pokemon rolled around on the ground.
Instead of running, Looker stood and watched the Pokemon trying to free itself from it’s misery. He started to laugh at the site, the once powerful monster of Mt.Coronet was now choking on a old bike part. Then, the hacking noises stopped. Had the thing swallowed them? Had it coughed them up? The purple Pokemon raised up, put on it’s best Mean Look, and opened it’s maw. A shrill bell ring bellowed out from it’s mouth. Golbat snapped its mouth closed, looked down at its mouth, opened again, tried to screech, and again, only the sound of a bike bell was heard.
“Ahahaaahahaha! You must of swallowed the bike ringer too!” He laughed at the cartoon like site in front of him.
Humiliated, the Golbat flew away, still trying to screech, but still sounding out a bike bell chime.
Looker laughed some more, and continued to the exit on foot. After awhile, he saw a light. Outside. He ran into the sunshine. He had lost his bike, but he still had his life, his bag, and the Golbat’s tooth and pride. And he was now in Hearthome City.
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NOTES: As always, comments, tips, criticism welcome! Again, 25 points to whoever can guess the “Special Guest Sailor.” The answers to the last chapter-Guest Sailors-John Steinback and Benjerman "Scatman" Crothers. Hidden Character- You'll find out. Return Character-The Golbat.
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