What's up, Pokebeach? After a long hiatus, I figured it was high time I returned, and I bring with me a new project. One that I'm intent on finishing.
This fan-fiction I'm producing ties in heavily with the RPG I made last year with the same name. I've always had these ideas spinning in my head, and I've always thought that this story has potential. If you were one of the ones that had the chance to participate in ToT, I'm sure you had a lot of questions. The most frequent one I got was, "Why do we use Poke Cubes instead of Poke Balls?" Well, there is a reason for that. And while I'm not sure I'll answer it directly, there will be hints as to why that is in the coming seven chapters.
As I just stated, this Prologue will only consist of seven chapters. The final one will lead to the Orientation day of the World Avengers and the Red Army, the exact moment that ToT: RPG began. One thing I will say though, is that there will be an extreme lack of Pokemon in these chapters, so if you like Pokemon-centric stories, you should probably look elsewhere.
Anyways, let's get this ball rolling. Here's the story.
Chapter 1: Tidal Wave
Chapter 1: Tidal Wave
June 11th, 2011
Calypso, Australia
The streets of Calypso were barren and empty. On most days, there were children running up and down the streets, playing ball and making the most of what they had. Life. Life and all of its splendor sang through the town, and nobody questioned its presence. They took it for granted, as most do.
But now, the town sang in reverse. There was a solemn and brooding air to the place. One that foreshadowed death and malignancy. Nowhere did it chant louder than in the ears of Randy Christopher. Randy, a boy of only eleven, was sitting straight-legged on the floor of his spacious, three-bedroom home. Randy had bright, fair-colored hair, that settled just neatly above his ears. His eyes shone with a water-like spark. There were purity in his eyes. Hope, the one thing that was left vacant in the eyes of all others. There was hope.
The room he was in was dark and empty, and although his parents and younger sister were with him, it felt like a large expanse of empty sea. Every second he breathed he gasped for air. And all he could hear was the television, warning him over and over of the inevitable nightmare that would shortly hit.
LARGE TIDAL WAVE EXPECTED TO HIT EASTERN AUSTRALIAN SEABOARD
METEOROLOGISTS ARE EXPECTING THE WAVE IN 71 MINUTES
DAMAGE EXPECTED TO BE HIGHLY CATASTROPHIC AND FATAL ALL THOSE LIVING IN QUEENSLAND AND NEW SOUTH WALES ARE URGED TO MOVE FURTHER WEST INTO THE MAINLAND
That was about five minutes ago, and still the family stayed submissive to the darkness that surrounded them. Randy’s mother was the first to speak up.
“Bob,” said his mother, dryly, “what should we do?”
Randy’s father cleared his throat, and declared, “We are twenty minutes from the shore. If that tsunami is coming from the east, we don’t have much time. I think it’s best we pack our things, and make an effort for escape.”
Randy’s father knelt down, and addressed Randy. “Randy, son. I know this sounds scary, and you may not want to do this, but I need you to go into your room, and pack your things, and pack those of your sister. You got that? We’re leaving this house in thirty minutes, so please, be quick. Grab everything you can, everything important to you. Don’t worry about clothes, we can buy some more when we get where we need to be. Ok?”
Randy nodded, and quietly led his sister Martha to their room. Randy opened the door half-heartedly, and switched the light on. The memories of his life came flourishing from every object in the room. The onslaught of emotions paralyzed him. The light began casting shadows on every object. Some unthreatening, some menacing.
It was his sister, Martha, that shook him from his trance. “Randy? Can you help me, please?”
Randy shook his head, and moved over to the closet that stood opposite the double twin beds of the room. He opened it, and removed a large suitcase that gathered dust since their last vacation. He blew on it, and opened it. Its contents matched that of the situation. Empty, and black.
“So, what do you plan on taking?” asked Randy.
Martha, a young girl of eight, cocked her head. “I don’t know. I want to take my dollies, but I still want you to have space.”
Randy shook his head again. “Martha, didn’t you hear dad? Only bring stuff that’s really important. If you bring all of your plastic dolls, you won’t fill it with what you really need.”
Randy purveyed the room, and found a short ensemble of trinkets that were on the foot of Martha’s bed. They consisted of a small necklace given by their deceased grandmother, a candle given to her mother at the day of Martha’s baptism, and a small wooden reed.
Randy grabbed the wooden reed, and laughed. “Hey, do you remember this? I gave this to you a long time ago.”
Martha clutched it in her hand, and said, “Oh yeah! We went down to the lake that one time, and we had a swordfight! That was after...”
A short silence followed. “Here,” Randy said, “maybe you should hold onto it. Along with those other things.”
Martha nodded, and started to fill up the suitcase. Randy moved over to his side of the room, and began sorting through his important mementos as well. Soon, a call from the living room came.
“Randy! Martha! We don’t have time anymore. Quick, get everything you want in your suitcase now. We’re loading in five minutes!”
Randy felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The anxiety was kicking in. Randy looked at the clock in their room. The time was 6:33. Only eleven minutes since their initial warning. Randy knew what was happening. The storm was coming sooner than expected.
Randy and Martha moved quickly, stuffing every conceivable thing around them, until their suitcase was packed full. They moved out of the room, and saw that their parents were already together, with their two suitcases, watching the television.
WARNING! TIDAL WAVE COMING SOON! PREVIOUS ESTIMATES HAVE BEEN PROVEN WRONG
TSUNAMI NOW APPROACHING IN 23 MINUTES! ALL THOSE IN THE EVACUATION AREA MUST LEAVE IMMEDIATELY
The blare of the tv instantly became overshadowed by the maddening cries of ushering and despair outside on the street. Randy’s mother and father quickly pushed them outside into the world.
What they saw could only be described as complete chaotic frenzy. Every house that surrounded the suburban neighborhood was in an uproar, with children moving in and out of the homes and families packing into large SUV’s.
Randy helped his father move the suitcases into their car. They moved swiftly and silently, knowing that any break of silence means that they would lose it, and Randy knew that his sense of humanity was all he had left.
The sky was turning dark fast. Evidently, a storm was going to accompany the tidal wave. A siren suddenly rang out, pushing the scene into an even more frantic state. Martha began to cry out, but her mother consoled her long enough for the family to leave in the car.
“Dad? Where are we going?” asked Randy.
“West. We have to go through the city. It’s the only way out of Calypso.” His father replied.
Through the city, thought Randy. We’re going to meet traffic.
Randy’s father moved his hand down to the knob on the stereo. The radio bleeped for a moment before his mother quickly moved down to turn it off.
“No. Don’t turn it on! Please, for god sakes, I want to keep my head!” she pleaded.
“Catherine, please! We need to stay informed. Move your hand out of your way. There is no real bliss for the ignorant!” cried his father.
“Bliss? Bliss! I’m not doing this for bliss! I’m doing this for my own outright sense of existence, of normalcy! Let me have peace! Lord knows I haven’t had much with this life of mine! You’ve brought me everything but bliss! This is all you know how to do, isn’t it? Run away? You can run away again after this all you want, but I will have my quiet now!”
The rain began to fall heavily now. The eerie silence that followed was broken only by the soft squeek of the windshield wipers diligently cleansing the car of its tears. In six minutes, they passed into the city. Already there were hundreds of cars trying to make their way out and into the horizon. But the traffic multiplied constantly.
The car halted. Randy estimated that about ten minutes had passed since the final warning broadcast. Randy’s father’s voice rang out, but Randy hardly recognized it. The silence created the illusion of time passing wildly by.
“Catherine. Please, let me turn on the radio. Our family is in danger, here, and this is no time to act like a madwoman.”
“No. I’m not acting like a madwoman. I’m at peace. I’ve come to terms with the end. Finality is so beautiful. The water is going to take me. I will, finally, be free. That’s more than I can say for you.”
Softly, she moved her hand from the stereo.
It was too late.
Randy saw immediately that the frenzy turned into an all-out disorder. Everywhere, people were getting out of their cars running ahead onto the streets.
The radio, now turned on, shouted its final cry.
ALERT! ALERT! TSUNAMI HAS OFFICIALLY HIT SYDNEY
REPORTS DESCRIBE HUGE CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE FAR WORSE THAN ESTIMATED
NO SURVIVORS ARE EXPECTED
TSUNAMI IS NOT SHOWING ANY SIGNS OF SLOWING DOWN, AND SCIENTISTS ARE EXPECTING THAT THE WAVE WILL COME DOWN OVER THE ENTIRE EASTERN HALF OF THE CONTINENT
Randy’s father acted quickly. He got out of the car, went to the truck, and pulled out three backpacks. He went to the backseat, and handed a pink one to Martha, and a dark blue one to Randy.
“Kids. Come on, there’s no use trying to get out in the car. We’re going to have to outrun this thing. If it comes down to it, we’ll make it to the highest ground we can find. Stay close to me. Catherine, are you coming?”
He looked towards where his wife was seated, but she had already gotten out. He turned around, and saw that she was walking east. Towards the storm.
“Catherine! This is no time for this! How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry for leaving! We’re a family now!” He shouted after her.
She continued to walk confidently. She shouted back calmly. “No. We’re not a family. You chose to run off with that girl, and my image of life was shattered. I’m ready to face my judgment. I hope you’re ready to face yours.”
Randy’s father was dumbstruck. Randy could tell that there was no way he would convince her to come back. She was gone.
Randy’s father grabbed a hold of him and Martha, and they quickly took to the streets. Randy’s father led them between rows of cars, until they finally made it to the city limit.
“Just a bit further! We have to make it ou-”
Randy’s father’s words were cut short by a shrill female cry. Randy turned around, and saw it. The tidal wave had arrived.
June 11th, 2011
Calypso, Australia
The streets of Calypso were barren and empty. On most days, there were children running up and down the streets, playing ball and making the most of what they had. Life. Life and all of its splendor sang through the town, and nobody questioned its presence. They took it for granted, as most do.
But now, the town sang in reverse. There was a solemn and brooding air to the place. One that foreshadowed death and malignancy. Nowhere did it chant louder than in the ears of Randy Christopher. Randy, a boy of only eleven, was sitting straight-legged on the floor of his spacious, three-bedroom home. Randy had bright, fair-colored hair, that settled just neatly above his ears. His eyes shone with a water-like spark. There were purity in his eyes. Hope, the one thing that was left vacant in the eyes of all others. There was hope.
The room he was in was dark and empty, and although his parents and younger sister were with him, it felt like a large expanse of empty sea. Every second he breathed he gasped for air. And all he could hear was the television, warning him over and over of the inevitable nightmare that would shortly hit.
LARGE TIDAL WAVE EXPECTED TO HIT EASTERN AUSTRALIAN SEABOARD
METEOROLOGISTS ARE EXPECTING THE WAVE IN 71 MINUTES
DAMAGE EXPECTED TO BE HIGHLY CATASTROPHIC AND FATAL ALL THOSE LIVING IN QUEENSLAND AND NEW SOUTH WALES ARE URGED TO MOVE FURTHER WEST INTO THE MAINLAND
That was about five minutes ago, and still the family stayed submissive to the darkness that surrounded them. Randy’s mother was the first to speak up.
“Bob,” said his mother, dryly, “what should we do?”
Randy’s father cleared his throat, and declared, “We are twenty minutes from the shore. If that tsunami is coming from the east, we don’t have much time. I think it’s best we pack our things, and make an effort for escape.”
Randy’s father knelt down, and addressed Randy. “Randy, son. I know this sounds scary, and you may not want to do this, but I need you to go into your room, and pack your things, and pack those of your sister. You got that? We’re leaving this house in thirty minutes, so please, be quick. Grab everything you can, everything important to you. Don’t worry about clothes, we can buy some more when we get where we need to be. Ok?”
Randy nodded, and quietly led his sister Martha to their room. Randy opened the door half-heartedly, and switched the light on. The memories of his life came flourishing from every object in the room. The onslaught of emotions paralyzed him. The light began casting shadows on every object. Some unthreatening, some menacing.
It was his sister, Martha, that shook him from his trance. “Randy? Can you help me, please?”
Randy shook his head, and moved over to the closet that stood opposite the double twin beds of the room. He opened it, and removed a large suitcase that gathered dust since their last vacation. He blew on it, and opened it. Its contents matched that of the situation. Empty, and black.
“So, what do you plan on taking?” asked Randy.
Martha, a young girl of eight, cocked her head. “I don’t know. I want to take my dollies, but I still want you to have space.”
Randy shook his head again. “Martha, didn’t you hear dad? Only bring stuff that’s really important. If you bring all of your plastic dolls, you won’t fill it with what you really need.”
Randy purveyed the room, and found a short ensemble of trinkets that were on the foot of Martha’s bed. They consisted of a small necklace given by their deceased grandmother, a candle given to her mother at the day of Martha’s baptism, and a small wooden reed.
Randy grabbed the wooden reed, and laughed. “Hey, do you remember this? I gave this to you a long time ago.”
Martha clutched it in her hand, and said, “Oh yeah! We went down to the lake that one time, and we had a swordfight! That was after...”
A short silence followed. “Here,” Randy said, “maybe you should hold onto it. Along with those other things.”
Martha nodded, and started to fill up the suitcase. Randy moved over to his side of the room, and began sorting through his important mementos as well. Soon, a call from the living room came.
“Randy! Martha! We don’t have time anymore. Quick, get everything you want in your suitcase now. We’re loading in five minutes!”
Randy felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The anxiety was kicking in. Randy looked at the clock in their room. The time was 6:33. Only eleven minutes since their initial warning. Randy knew what was happening. The storm was coming sooner than expected.
Randy and Martha moved quickly, stuffing every conceivable thing around them, until their suitcase was packed full. They moved out of the room, and saw that their parents were already together, with their two suitcases, watching the television.
WARNING! TIDAL WAVE COMING SOON! PREVIOUS ESTIMATES HAVE BEEN PROVEN WRONG
TSUNAMI NOW APPROACHING IN 23 MINUTES! ALL THOSE IN THE EVACUATION AREA MUST LEAVE IMMEDIATELY
The blare of the tv instantly became overshadowed by the maddening cries of ushering and despair outside on the street. Randy’s mother and father quickly pushed them outside into the world.
What they saw could only be described as complete chaotic frenzy. Every house that surrounded the suburban neighborhood was in an uproar, with children moving in and out of the homes and families packing into large SUV’s.
Randy helped his father move the suitcases into their car. They moved swiftly and silently, knowing that any break of silence means that they would lose it, and Randy knew that his sense of humanity was all he had left.
The sky was turning dark fast. Evidently, a storm was going to accompany the tidal wave. A siren suddenly rang out, pushing the scene into an even more frantic state. Martha began to cry out, but her mother consoled her long enough for the family to leave in the car.
“Dad? Where are we going?” asked Randy.
“West. We have to go through the city. It’s the only way out of Calypso.” His father replied.
Through the city, thought Randy. We’re going to meet traffic.
Randy’s father moved his hand down to the knob on the stereo. The radio bleeped for a moment before his mother quickly moved down to turn it off.
“No. Don’t turn it on! Please, for god sakes, I want to keep my head!” she pleaded.
“Catherine, please! We need to stay informed. Move your hand out of your way. There is no real bliss for the ignorant!” cried his father.
“Bliss? Bliss! I’m not doing this for bliss! I’m doing this for my own outright sense of existence, of normalcy! Let me have peace! Lord knows I haven’t had much with this life of mine! You’ve brought me everything but bliss! This is all you know how to do, isn’t it? Run away? You can run away again after this all you want, but I will have my quiet now!”
The rain began to fall heavily now. The eerie silence that followed was broken only by the soft squeek of the windshield wipers diligently cleansing the car of its tears. In six minutes, they passed into the city. Already there were hundreds of cars trying to make their way out and into the horizon. But the traffic multiplied constantly.
The car halted. Randy estimated that about ten minutes had passed since the final warning broadcast. Randy’s father’s voice rang out, but Randy hardly recognized it. The silence created the illusion of time passing wildly by.
“Catherine. Please, let me turn on the radio. Our family is in danger, here, and this is no time to act like a madwoman.”
“No. I’m not acting like a madwoman. I’m at peace. I’ve come to terms with the end. Finality is so beautiful. The water is going to take me. I will, finally, be free. That’s more than I can say for you.”
Softly, she moved her hand from the stereo.
It was too late.
Randy saw immediately that the frenzy turned into an all-out disorder. Everywhere, people were getting out of their cars running ahead onto the streets.
The radio, now turned on, shouted its final cry.
ALERT! ALERT! TSUNAMI HAS OFFICIALLY HIT SYDNEY
REPORTS DESCRIBE HUGE CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE FAR WORSE THAN ESTIMATED
NO SURVIVORS ARE EXPECTED
TSUNAMI IS NOT SHOWING ANY SIGNS OF SLOWING DOWN, AND SCIENTISTS ARE EXPECTING THAT THE WAVE WILL COME DOWN OVER THE ENTIRE EASTERN HALF OF THE CONTINENT
Randy’s father acted quickly. He got out of the car, went to the truck, and pulled out three backpacks. He went to the backseat, and handed a pink one to Martha, and a dark blue one to Randy.
“Kids. Come on, there’s no use trying to get out in the car. We’re going to have to outrun this thing. If it comes down to it, we’ll make it to the highest ground we can find. Stay close to me. Catherine, are you coming?”
He looked towards where his wife was seated, but she had already gotten out. He turned around, and saw that she was walking east. Towards the storm.
“Catherine! This is no time for this! How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry for leaving! We’re a family now!” He shouted after her.
She continued to walk confidently. She shouted back calmly. “No. We’re not a family. You chose to run off with that girl, and my image of life was shattered. I’m ready to face my judgment. I hope you’re ready to face yours.”
Randy’s father was dumbstruck. Randy could tell that there was no way he would convince her to come back. She was gone.
Randy’s father grabbed a hold of him and Martha, and they quickly took to the streets. Randy’s father led them between rows of cars, until they finally made it to the city limit.
“Just a bit further! We have to make it ou-”
Randy’s father’s words were cut short by a shrill female cry. Randy turned around, and saw it. The tidal wave had arrived.
Chapter 2: Renaissance
Chapter 2 - Renaissance
June 11th-12th, 2011
Calyspo, Australia
Randy could not move. The wave was enormous, toppling every building that stood behind Randy and his family. The giant roar that accompanied the wave was so excruciatingly loud, that he could barely make out his own father yelling, “Run!” from the dozens of other voices screaming at him. Although the wave was approximately one kilometer away from him, its intimidating stature gave it the appearance of being just a few meters behind him.
As the flocks of people ran past him, his knees suddenly went weak, and he fell hard to the earth. The cold earth was a comfort. If I were to die today, Randy thought, this would be perfect.
The splashing bellows of the water were becoming louder, and closer. Randy turned his face to the west, towards the now setting sun. It was beautiful...so beautiful.
“Randy!”
The loud shriek of his own name jolted him quickly back up. The voice was so familiar, who could it have been? Randy looked about him. He was at the edge of the city. He was lying in the center of the road, leading out to the horizon. Amidst the people running past him, he could tell that the buildings currently around him were small office complexes.
He heard the shriek again. He turned his head to the source, and found Martha, lying under a nearby overturned black car. His familial instincts kicked in, and he made his way over to her.
“Martha! We need to get out of here! The wave is right behind us!” He shouted.
“But... Mum and Dad are gone! I’m really scared Randy! Maybe dying won’t be so bad?” She exclaimed.
Randy looked hurriedly around him. For a brief moment, through a small gap of the fleeing cockroaches that ran for their lives, he found salvation. He saw an alley between two office complexes. If anything, that could be the only place they could last, assuming that the building could last.
He nudged Martha, and tried to yell, “Over there! The building will protect us!”
He grabbed Martha’s hand, and clutched her discarded backpack, and wildly made their way towards the alley. The wave was picking up speed now, and was already less than a minute from them.
Once they got in the alley, they both fell to their knees. Randy knelt facing the west, Martha was facing the direction of the wave, which was now blocked by the empty facade wall.
Randy noticed that Martha was crying. He moved his hand up to her face, and tried desperately to wipe away the torrential downpour.
“Martha! We’ll be alright! You’ll see! You just have to promise me something!” said Randy.
“What? What is it!” She shrieked.
His next reply was lost in the water. The wave soared over the building, letting it fall down into the alley. Its force was powerful and swift. It picked up brother and sister, and pushed them mercilessly at the wall. Randy’s eyes closed. They did not open for a long time.
In his unconscious state, Randy saw everything. He saw life, he saw death. He witnessed gluttony, and he witnessed thirst. He also observed a scene. A vision, of sorts. He saw a giant, emerald-colored dragon wrapping its body around the Earth. Shouting a battle cry that warned of death and apocalypse. It mouth reared open, and shot a huge beam of energy, straight at the metaphysical Randy. Randy couldn’t help but hear a voice during.
“Promise me you won’t lose hope.”
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When Randy came to, the sun was up higher in the sky, around noon. His clothes were completely drenched, and his body was overtaken by a sickening rush of nausea. He sat up, and vomited in his lap. Through his blurred vision, he could make out little. He was sitting on what appeared to be the office complex he had hidden behind. He crawled over to the edge of the building, and saw that water had covered the area completely. It was up to the roof, and some was still coming into the shallow space. Water had now defined his life, and it defined his home.
He turned back to the building, and a small pink sack caught his eye. Martha’s backpack.
At this realization, Randy immediately flushed with despair. He stood up, and hobbled towards the backpack. He picked it up, and looked around for its owner. If it got up here, he thought, then so did she. He turned to the edge of the building again, and looked around him. There were other buildings that survived the tsunami. Bodies began popping up from the abyss. Randy tried not to look at the lifeless corpses. However, he could not hold back the urges of his weakened system. He vomited again, and on his second attempt of purveying, he found her. She was lying head down on a building not far from Randy’s location. Randy knew this meant he had to swim out to reach her. In the sea of the dead.
He casually got in the water, and swam to her direction. He tried desperately to avoid the bodies, but it was almost impossible to evade the touch of death. It didn’t take long for Randy to get there, and once he did, and shivered up a storm.
“Horrible things,” said Randy under his breath. Martha was on the far side of the roof. He ran up to her, and once he got to a close enough distance, he saw that she was breathing.
“Thank god! You’re alive!” He exclaimed. His happiness quickened his pace. Suddenly, Randy heard many splashing sounds. Something had come out of the water. He stopped, and saw that these creatures began encircling Martha. They were seahorse-like animals, with blue skin and a yellow belly. They had one dorsal fin each, and needle-like projections coming from their faces. On their face, where a mouth would be, they had a snout-like protrusion.
Randy didn’t know what to think. He’d never seen seahorses up above the surface before, especially those with the ability to jump out and stay firm on ground.
“Hey! Get away from her, you stupid seahorses!” He shouted. He attempted to shove them away, but they retaliated. From their snouts, they launched barrages of water at Randy. One was packed with enough force to push him backwards. He sat up again, and was going back to attempt it again, when a voice stopped him.
“You’d do best not agitating the Horsea.”
Randy quickly turned around, and clenched his body. What he saw was a man-like figure, dressed in a large, black robe. It fell gently to his feet, and swayed with every step. The robe was hooded, and distorted the face that hid underneath it. Randy could not make out the visage of this mysterious robed character.
“Horsea? You mean the seahorses?” said Randy quickly.
The man laughed, and retorted, “Oh, how little you know.” The man brought up his arm, and motioned the Horsea to move towards him. Without hesitation, they followed command.
“Woah,” sighed Randy, “How’d you do that?”
The robed man suddenly turned defensive. “A better question would be how you
managed to survive that massacre.”
Randy was confused. Massacre, he thought, is this guy serious?
“Look, sir. This was no massacre. No one person can do this damage to a single continent.”
“You, and that girl, are mysteriously special. You survived a distortion of this world, and are able to stand in a sea of forgotten men and women. Perhaps you are the ones who can change the destiny of this world.”
“Excuse me?” said Randy quizzically. He was unsure of what to make of this man. He couldn’t tell if he was highly delusional or confused spiritually.
“Catastrophe! I’m talking about calamity befalling this planet! This entire land has been decimated, and you are free from its grasp! The Pokemon here have been attracted to you! Look at the way they surrounded that girl!”
Randy took a step backwards. There was a weird vibe coming off from this man, and he couldn’t help the feeling of something bad happening.
Randy had no time to ask him about the “Pokemon” he had mentioned before he spoke again. “Look,” said the robed man, “she awakens.”
Randy turned around towards Martha, and saw that she was waking up. He ran towards her, and bent down to make sure she was alright.
She spoke meekly. “Randy...Randy...are we dead?”
Randy looked over at the man, and then to her. “No. Martha, we’re alive, and we’re still in Calypso.”
The man walked towards them, and began to speak.
“Martha. Randy. You two have been chosen by this world to defend it. I congratulate you, and I warn you that this is no easy feat. I will begin with telling you that this was no mere random accident of nature. This problem was made by man. One man. A man that this world will soon come to fear, when the time comes. His appearance here distorted your world’s natural balance, and I fear that his point of entry must have just happened, and nearby too. This was what caused the downfall of this nation. So, yes, this was a massacre.”
Martha sat up, and looked at the man, surrounded by the Horsea, and said. “Randy. Who is this man?”
Randy looked down at her, and said, “I don’t know. He seems to be just spouting off a bunch of nonsense.”
The man chuckled again, and looked down at the Horsea. “These Pokemon are not in their natural habitat, and are sure to be noticed soon. That is why I have a simple mission for you. Protect the Pokemon, and by all means, protect your planet.”
Randy looked down at Martha, and met her gaze. He looked up again, and saw that he had vanished, and so had the Horsea.
Randy got up quickly, and shouted, “Wait! What are Pokemon?!”
He got no response. The only thing he heard was the rapid rotation of helicopter blades.
June 11th-12th, 2011
Calyspo, Australia
Randy could not move. The wave was enormous, toppling every building that stood behind Randy and his family. The giant roar that accompanied the wave was so excruciatingly loud, that he could barely make out his own father yelling, “Run!” from the dozens of other voices screaming at him. Although the wave was approximately one kilometer away from him, its intimidating stature gave it the appearance of being just a few meters behind him.
As the flocks of people ran past him, his knees suddenly went weak, and he fell hard to the earth. The cold earth was a comfort. If I were to die today, Randy thought, this would be perfect.
The splashing bellows of the water were becoming louder, and closer. Randy turned his face to the west, towards the now setting sun. It was beautiful...so beautiful.
“Randy!”
The loud shriek of his own name jolted him quickly back up. The voice was so familiar, who could it have been? Randy looked about him. He was at the edge of the city. He was lying in the center of the road, leading out to the horizon. Amidst the people running past him, he could tell that the buildings currently around him were small office complexes.
He heard the shriek again. He turned his head to the source, and found Martha, lying under a nearby overturned black car. His familial instincts kicked in, and he made his way over to her.
“Martha! We need to get out of here! The wave is right behind us!” He shouted.
“But... Mum and Dad are gone! I’m really scared Randy! Maybe dying won’t be so bad?” She exclaimed.
Randy looked hurriedly around him. For a brief moment, through a small gap of the fleeing cockroaches that ran for their lives, he found salvation. He saw an alley between two office complexes. If anything, that could be the only place they could last, assuming that the building could last.
He nudged Martha, and tried to yell, “Over there! The building will protect us!”
He grabbed Martha’s hand, and clutched her discarded backpack, and wildly made their way towards the alley. The wave was picking up speed now, and was already less than a minute from them.
Once they got in the alley, they both fell to their knees. Randy knelt facing the west, Martha was facing the direction of the wave, which was now blocked by the empty facade wall.
Randy noticed that Martha was crying. He moved his hand up to her face, and tried desperately to wipe away the torrential downpour.
“Martha! We’ll be alright! You’ll see! You just have to promise me something!” said Randy.
“What? What is it!” She shrieked.
His next reply was lost in the water. The wave soared over the building, letting it fall down into the alley. Its force was powerful and swift. It picked up brother and sister, and pushed them mercilessly at the wall. Randy’s eyes closed. They did not open for a long time.
In his unconscious state, Randy saw everything. He saw life, he saw death. He witnessed gluttony, and he witnessed thirst. He also observed a scene. A vision, of sorts. He saw a giant, emerald-colored dragon wrapping its body around the Earth. Shouting a battle cry that warned of death and apocalypse. It mouth reared open, and shot a huge beam of energy, straight at the metaphysical Randy. Randy couldn’t help but hear a voice during.
“Promise me you won’t lose hope.”
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When Randy came to, the sun was up higher in the sky, around noon. His clothes were completely drenched, and his body was overtaken by a sickening rush of nausea. He sat up, and vomited in his lap. Through his blurred vision, he could make out little. He was sitting on what appeared to be the office complex he had hidden behind. He crawled over to the edge of the building, and saw that water had covered the area completely. It was up to the roof, and some was still coming into the shallow space. Water had now defined his life, and it defined his home.
He turned back to the building, and a small pink sack caught his eye. Martha’s backpack.
At this realization, Randy immediately flushed with despair. He stood up, and hobbled towards the backpack. He picked it up, and looked around for its owner. If it got up here, he thought, then so did she. He turned to the edge of the building again, and looked around him. There were other buildings that survived the tsunami. Bodies began popping up from the abyss. Randy tried not to look at the lifeless corpses. However, he could not hold back the urges of his weakened system. He vomited again, and on his second attempt of purveying, he found her. She was lying head down on a building not far from Randy’s location. Randy knew this meant he had to swim out to reach her. In the sea of the dead.
He casually got in the water, and swam to her direction. He tried desperately to avoid the bodies, but it was almost impossible to evade the touch of death. It didn’t take long for Randy to get there, and once he did, and shivered up a storm.
“Horrible things,” said Randy under his breath. Martha was on the far side of the roof. He ran up to her, and once he got to a close enough distance, he saw that she was breathing.
“Thank god! You’re alive!” He exclaimed. His happiness quickened his pace. Suddenly, Randy heard many splashing sounds. Something had come out of the water. He stopped, and saw that these creatures began encircling Martha. They were seahorse-like animals, with blue skin and a yellow belly. They had one dorsal fin each, and needle-like projections coming from their faces. On their face, where a mouth would be, they had a snout-like protrusion.
Randy didn’t know what to think. He’d never seen seahorses up above the surface before, especially those with the ability to jump out and stay firm on ground.
“Hey! Get away from her, you stupid seahorses!” He shouted. He attempted to shove them away, but they retaliated. From their snouts, they launched barrages of water at Randy. One was packed with enough force to push him backwards. He sat up again, and was going back to attempt it again, when a voice stopped him.
“You’d do best not agitating the Horsea.”
Randy quickly turned around, and clenched his body. What he saw was a man-like figure, dressed in a large, black robe. It fell gently to his feet, and swayed with every step. The robe was hooded, and distorted the face that hid underneath it. Randy could not make out the visage of this mysterious robed character.
“Horsea? You mean the seahorses?” said Randy quickly.
The man laughed, and retorted, “Oh, how little you know.” The man brought up his arm, and motioned the Horsea to move towards him. Without hesitation, they followed command.
“Woah,” sighed Randy, “How’d you do that?”
The robed man suddenly turned defensive. “A better question would be how you
managed to survive that massacre.”
Randy was confused. Massacre, he thought, is this guy serious?
“Look, sir. This was no massacre. No one person can do this damage to a single continent.”
“You, and that girl, are mysteriously special. You survived a distortion of this world, and are able to stand in a sea of forgotten men and women. Perhaps you are the ones who can change the destiny of this world.”
“Excuse me?” said Randy quizzically. He was unsure of what to make of this man. He couldn’t tell if he was highly delusional or confused spiritually.
“Catastrophe! I’m talking about calamity befalling this planet! This entire land has been decimated, and you are free from its grasp! The Pokemon here have been attracted to you! Look at the way they surrounded that girl!”
Randy took a step backwards. There was a weird vibe coming off from this man, and he couldn’t help the feeling of something bad happening.
Randy had no time to ask him about the “Pokemon” he had mentioned before he spoke again. “Look,” said the robed man, “she awakens.”
Randy turned around towards Martha, and saw that she was waking up. He ran towards her, and bent down to make sure she was alright.
She spoke meekly. “Randy...Randy...are we dead?”
Randy looked over at the man, and then to her. “No. Martha, we’re alive, and we’re still in Calypso.”
The man walked towards them, and began to speak.
“Martha. Randy. You two have been chosen by this world to defend it. I congratulate you, and I warn you that this is no easy feat. I will begin with telling you that this was no mere random accident of nature. This problem was made by man. One man. A man that this world will soon come to fear, when the time comes. His appearance here distorted your world’s natural balance, and I fear that his point of entry must have just happened, and nearby too. This was what caused the downfall of this nation. So, yes, this was a massacre.”
Martha sat up, and looked at the man, surrounded by the Horsea, and said. “Randy. Who is this man?”
Randy looked down at her, and said, “I don’t know. He seems to be just spouting off a bunch of nonsense.”
The man chuckled again, and looked down at the Horsea. “These Pokemon are not in their natural habitat, and are sure to be noticed soon. That is why I have a simple mission for you. Protect the Pokemon, and by all means, protect your planet.”
Randy looked down at Martha, and met her gaze. He looked up again, and saw that he had vanished, and so had the Horsea.
Randy got up quickly, and shouted, “Wait! What are Pokemon?!”
He got no response. The only thing he heard was the rapid rotation of helicopter blades.
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