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I really appreciate your loyalty to this story Ava, and I'm sorry bthat it has been so long since I last updated, but dont worry, the next chapter will be up soon hopefully.
I really appreciate your loyalty to this story Ava, and I'm sorry bthat it has been so long since I last updated, but dont worry, the next chapter will be up soon hopefully.
RE: Pulse of the Frontier 2: Plugged In: Chapter SIX is up!!! Guys Please Post!!! Please!
Chapter 7: Villianess: Confrontation
With a strong yank, Thorton managed to heave his foot out of the pool of marshy grime on the cave floor in which at had become unceremoniously lodged. The force of the sudden detachment threw Thorton to the earth, where he lay for a moment, rubbing his sore head and cursing under his breath. There was no denying it now. He was lost.
For the first hour of his journey underground, he had utilized his Pokevice’s flashlight application to guide himself through the darkness of the tunnel. However, to avoid the risk of the catastrophe that would occur if the device died altogether and he found himself rendered unable to receive anymore of the guiding text messages, he turned it off after a short while. Now it was back to walking blindly through the dark, which was the cause of this, as well as many other unfortunate incidents involving missteps, mud puddles, and tripping over small stones.
A rumbling noise echoed through the empty cavern, but Thorton paid it no heed, as he was quite aware that his empty stomach was the source. With a sigh, he complied to the pleadings of his belly and slumped down against a large stone pillar and unpacked a small bag lunch that he had packed beforehand. This consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a banana, and a soda. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich; it shouldn’t work and yet it does. This was a foreign concept to Thorton.
To the Factory head, everything that should have worked in his life always had, and everything that shouldn’t have didn’t. Then why wasn’t this working? Why was nothing going the way that it should? They were supposed to be together forever. That was the plan. It should have worked. Why wasn’t it?
In frustration, Thorton hurled a small rock beside him into the empty darkness ahead. There was a sound of the collision of rocks, and then the sound of something rising into the air. Thorton strained to see what he heard through the blackness but there was not an ounce of light to see by. But then, there was. It was impossible to identify the source, but a faint light had definitely appeared. Thorton could just make out the silhouettes of his surroundings by this light.
Then, as his eyes adjusted, he was able to vaguely make out the form of a small creature fluttering around in the air. Instantly, Thorton’s curiosity was triggered. He had never seen such a Pokemon. It was perfectly spherical, with small arms disjointed from the rest of its body and a short cylindrical tail. Was that what he had hit with the rock? Slowly, carefully, Thorton approached the Pokemon with outstretched hands. Then, when he was within an arm’s reach of it, he touched it softly with his index finger.
Upon the instant, three things happened at once. A cry of ‘Electrobite’ rang from the Pokemon’s mouth, a sound so sudden and piercing compared to the prior silence that it sent Thorton reeling over backwards in surprise. At the same time, countless pairs of beady yellow eyes flashed open throughout the room, and the cavern was filled with a nearly blinding light. At this point, Thorton screamed.
Within moments, Thorton was surrounded by legions of various spherical creatures, in three different forms. The smallest ones seemed the meekest of all and hid timidly behind any rocks or pillars that could serve as protection. The rest condensed in a tight circle around Thorton, creating a din of angry, menacing voices. However, Thorton was powerless to witness any of this, as he was currently recovering form the brightness of the light emanating from the creatures in contrast to the prior blackness.
He could, however, hear the threatening growls and noises that the Pokemon made as they condensed around his temporarily sightless form. He could hear the snapping crackle of electricity coursing through the Pokemon’s beings, each fully prepared to strike at him with it if need be. Thorton braced for impact, but none came.
“Silence!”
The booming voice echoed through the cavern at the volume of a firing cannon. The Pokemon obeyed instantly, obviously perfectly loyal to this person, whoever it was. All was silent for a solid minute, by which time Thorton’s eyes had adjusted to the brightness of the light that illuminated the room. The first thing he saw was Lillian Sunday’s cheery face smiling down at him.
“Rise and shine!” The voice was bubbly and jovial but nevertheless, it grated on Thorton’s nerves.
“Lillian, what are you doing here?” Thorton growled, rising to his feet.
“How many times do I have to tell you,” she replied with a twinge of irritation in her voice, “I’m not Lillian, I’ve simply assumed Lillian’s form so that I can keep my identity a secret.”
“That is the last straw!” Thorton snapped, in a tone so aggressive that it made his adversary take a small step back in alarm, “No more of this stupid secret identity stuff!” Thorton screamed, the rage boiling up inside of him, “No more, Thorton this, and Thorton that! No more hints! No more mysteries! I don’t want to play any more of your games whoever you are! I want you to drop the act and tell me where Argenta is right now or I’ll end this myself!”
For a moment, neither spoke and even the Pokemon held their breaths. The being in Lillian’s form was quite taken aback with this sudden show, which she hadn’t hitherto thought the mild-mannered Thorton quite capable of. Then, when the initial shock was over, she laughed a little under her breathe, much to Thorton’s agitation.
“Ah, Thorton, you always did have a lot of spunk in you. But I don’t think that you’re in much of a position to make threats,” she replied icily, “Do you see these Pokemon that are currently surrounding you? I discovered them living inside your invention, the Pokevice. Turns out, that they live in all electronics, but they are too small to see. So, I simply enlarged them and brought them out of the device and now I have an army of powerful Pokemon that, like me, have a grudge against you.”
“These big ones,” she continued, “are called Protozite. The small ones are called Electrobite. And the medium-sized ones are Neutronite. They’re cool, aren’t they?” At this point, she walked over to one of the Electrobite and cradled it in her arms, stroking it soothingly while she did so. “What’s more, they each contain an insane amount of supercharged electrical power that they can loose on a second’s notice. Now, let me make something perfectly clear. Either we play my game, or you play theirs’. It is up to you.”
Thorton glared at his adversary, who was smiling smugly. “Alright,” he sighed after a moment of contemplation, absent-mindedly passing the can of soda which to this moment he had held from one hand to another, “How exactly does your game work?”
“I’m glad you asked,” she replied, “All that you have to do to play my game is to give your friend Mary a call on her cell phone. She has something of mine that I need, and I have four things of yours that you need. If I don’t get that handbag back then you and all of your friends will go boom. Are we clear?”
“Yeah, we’re clear,” Thorton answered, slowly pulling the Pokevice from his left vest pocket, while in the meantime shaking the soda can violently in his right hand. When he had produced the device, he began gradually to press the ten numbers that made up Mary’s cell number. When he was finished, he held the phone up to his ear and listened to the sound of it dialing. After a few minutes of waiting, he accessed her voicemail.
“Hello, Mary? It’s Thorton,” here he paused, as if what he was about to do was something tremendously painful, “Listen, we’ve been through a lot, and if we don’t see each other again, I want you to know this. I know you’ve spent most of your life looking for someone to trust, and I hope that I have achieved that trust. If so, then trust me now, and do just what I say. Get away from the swamp as fast as you can! Find the others if possible and under all circumstances keep the bag safe!” And with that he closed the cell phone.
Everyone in the room stood nearly statuesquely still for a moment, in utter shock at what Thorton had just done. Then she began to laugh. It wasn’t a laugh that would be laughed at something someone thought humorous. It wasn’t a laugh that would by laughed through a film of tears. It was a laugh that said, ‘you just crossed me. You’re as good as dead.’
“Kill him.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the legions of Pokemon that surrounded Thorton turned on him, their being’s crackling with deadly electric energy. Even the meek Electrobite prepared to take part in the kill, and hovered overhead like vultures awaiting the death of future prey.
“Any last words, Thorton?” she asked with a smile that mocked-sweetness.
“Yeah,” he replied with a grin that unnerved his adversary, “Have you ever seen what happens when a volcano explodes?”
Thorton didn’t wait for an answer. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the soda can to the ground. Upon impact, the aluminum can burst wide open and a spray of orange, carbonated, caffeinated liquid exploded from inside. Never having witnessed the spectacle of an exploding soda, the Pokemon took it for a bomb and immediately panicked and ducked for cover. The figure in Lillian’s form guarded her eyes from the spray with her arm.
By the time wits had been regained and the initial surprise had worn off, Thorton had disappeared, long gone down the tunnel. When this realization had been made and upon command from their master, the Pokemon surged after him. After a mere handful of seconds, the figure was left alone again with her thoughts. She sighed and shook her head, chuckling quietly to herself all the while.
“That’s just like him, Thorton,” she said, thinking aloud to herself, “Always so inventive. Little does he know that it will take far more than his intellect and cunning to escape from paying back to me what he’s done. He has created this monster; let’s see what he can do to stop it.”
Suddenly, summoning all of the powers which she possessed, she began to draw herself from Lillian’s body. A gasp of discomfort rose in the air, the gasper of which it was impossible to distinguish, as the two forms seemed on the brink of fusion. In that moment, when one being became two, the soul of Lillian Sunday, hitherto asleep in a world of unconsciousness, awoke. Simultaneously, the prior possessor of Lillian’s form entered into her own, and stood on her own two legs before the Sunyshorian reporter.
“What…what happened?” asked Lillian groggily, as one who awakes from a deep sleep.
“All will become crystal clear soon enough,” replied the kidnapper without a trace of the previous jollity of her voice, “But for now, all that matters is that you do exactly as I say. I need Thorton alone. My Pokemon will think that you are me and so will Thorton and his silly Frontier Brain friends. Destroy them all. But leave Thorton for me.”
“Wait a minute. What?” Lillian groaned, fully awake now but still in a state of bewilderment.
“Ugh. You reporters are always so hard to work with while you’re conscious,” sighed the figure. Then she reached into a small sack tied around her neck and produced a Poke-Ball. Pressing the button in the center with her thumb, she released in a beam of red light, a yellow Pokemon with a large nose and a white mane around its neck. In its hand, it held a medallion, which it swung ominously.
“Say hello to Hypno,” she instructed darkly, “He specializes in making stubborn people like you follow up on their orders. He uses a medallion to hypnotize people. Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt, in fact, you won’t feel anything for a long, long while.”
Chapter 7: Villianess: Confrontation
With a strong yank, Thorton managed to heave his foot out of the pool of marshy grime on the cave floor in which at had become unceremoniously lodged. The force of the sudden detachment threw Thorton to the earth, where he lay for a moment, rubbing his sore head and cursing under his breath. There was no denying it now. He was lost.
For the first hour of his journey underground, he had utilized his Pokevice’s flashlight application to guide himself through the darkness of the tunnel. However, to avoid the risk of the catastrophe that would occur if the device died altogether and he found himself rendered unable to receive anymore of the guiding text messages, he turned it off after a short while. Now it was back to walking blindly through the dark, which was the cause of this, as well as many other unfortunate incidents involving missteps, mud puddles, and tripping over small stones.
A rumbling noise echoed through the empty cavern, but Thorton paid it no heed, as he was quite aware that his empty stomach was the source. With a sigh, he complied to the pleadings of his belly and slumped down against a large stone pillar and unpacked a small bag lunch that he had packed beforehand. This consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a banana, and a soda. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich; it shouldn’t work and yet it does. This was a foreign concept to Thorton.
To the Factory head, everything that should have worked in his life always had, and everything that shouldn’t have didn’t. Then why wasn’t this working? Why was nothing going the way that it should? They were supposed to be together forever. That was the plan. It should have worked. Why wasn’t it?
In frustration, Thorton hurled a small rock beside him into the empty darkness ahead. There was a sound of the collision of rocks, and then the sound of something rising into the air. Thorton strained to see what he heard through the blackness but there was not an ounce of light to see by. But then, there was. It was impossible to identify the source, but a faint light had definitely appeared. Thorton could just make out the silhouettes of his surroundings by this light.
Then, as his eyes adjusted, he was able to vaguely make out the form of a small creature fluttering around in the air. Instantly, Thorton’s curiosity was triggered. He had never seen such a Pokemon. It was perfectly spherical, with small arms disjointed from the rest of its body and a short cylindrical tail. Was that what he had hit with the rock? Slowly, carefully, Thorton approached the Pokemon with outstretched hands. Then, when he was within an arm’s reach of it, he touched it softly with his index finger.
Upon the instant, three things happened at once. A cry of ‘Electrobite’ rang from the Pokemon’s mouth, a sound so sudden and piercing compared to the prior silence that it sent Thorton reeling over backwards in surprise. At the same time, countless pairs of beady yellow eyes flashed open throughout the room, and the cavern was filled with a nearly blinding light. At this point, Thorton screamed.
Within moments, Thorton was surrounded by legions of various spherical creatures, in three different forms. The smallest ones seemed the meekest of all and hid timidly behind any rocks or pillars that could serve as protection. The rest condensed in a tight circle around Thorton, creating a din of angry, menacing voices. However, Thorton was powerless to witness any of this, as he was currently recovering form the brightness of the light emanating from the creatures in contrast to the prior blackness.
He could, however, hear the threatening growls and noises that the Pokemon made as they condensed around his temporarily sightless form. He could hear the snapping crackle of electricity coursing through the Pokemon’s beings, each fully prepared to strike at him with it if need be. Thorton braced for impact, but none came.
“Silence!”
The booming voice echoed through the cavern at the volume of a firing cannon. The Pokemon obeyed instantly, obviously perfectly loyal to this person, whoever it was. All was silent for a solid minute, by which time Thorton’s eyes had adjusted to the brightness of the light that illuminated the room. The first thing he saw was Lillian Sunday’s cheery face smiling down at him.
“Rise and shine!” The voice was bubbly and jovial but nevertheless, it grated on Thorton’s nerves.
“Lillian, what are you doing here?” Thorton growled, rising to his feet.
“How many times do I have to tell you,” she replied with a twinge of irritation in her voice, “I’m not Lillian, I’ve simply assumed Lillian’s form so that I can keep my identity a secret.”
“That is the last straw!” Thorton snapped, in a tone so aggressive that it made his adversary take a small step back in alarm, “No more of this stupid secret identity stuff!” Thorton screamed, the rage boiling up inside of him, “No more, Thorton this, and Thorton that! No more hints! No more mysteries! I don’t want to play any more of your games whoever you are! I want you to drop the act and tell me where Argenta is right now or I’ll end this myself!”
For a moment, neither spoke and even the Pokemon held their breaths. The being in Lillian’s form was quite taken aback with this sudden show, which she hadn’t hitherto thought the mild-mannered Thorton quite capable of. Then, when the initial shock was over, she laughed a little under her breathe, much to Thorton’s agitation.
“Ah, Thorton, you always did have a lot of spunk in you. But I don’t think that you’re in much of a position to make threats,” she replied icily, “Do you see these Pokemon that are currently surrounding you? I discovered them living inside your invention, the Pokevice. Turns out, that they live in all electronics, but they are too small to see. So, I simply enlarged them and brought them out of the device and now I have an army of powerful Pokemon that, like me, have a grudge against you.”
“These big ones,” she continued, “are called Protozite. The small ones are called Electrobite. And the medium-sized ones are Neutronite. They’re cool, aren’t they?” At this point, she walked over to one of the Electrobite and cradled it in her arms, stroking it soothingly while she did so. “What’s more, they each contain an insane amount of supercharged electrical power that they can loose on a second’s notice. Now, let me make something perfectly clear. Either we play my game, or you play theirs’. It is up to you.”
Thorton glared at his adversary, who was smiling smugly. “Alright,” he sighed after a moment of contemplation, absent-mindedly passing the can of soda which to this moment he had held from one hand to another, “How exactly does your game work?”
“I’m glad you asked,” she replied, “All that you have to do to play my game is to give your friend Mary a call on her cell phone. She has something of mine that I need, and I have four things of yours that you need. If I don’t get that handbag back then you and all of your friends will go boom. Are we clear?”
“Yeah, we’re clear,” Thorton answered, slowly pulling the Pokevice from his left vest pocket, while in the meantime shaking the soda can violently in his right hand. When he had produced the device, he began gradually to press the ten numbers that made up Mary’s cell number. When he was finished, he held the phone up to his ear and listened to the sound of it dialing. After a few minutes of waiting, he accessed her voicemail.
“Hello, Mary? It’s Thorton,” here he paused, as if what he was about to do was something tremendously painful, “Listen, we’ve been through a lot, and if we don’t see each other again, I want you to know this. I know you’ve spent most of your life looking for someone to trust, and I hope that I have achieved that trust. If so, then trust me now, and do just what I say. Get away from the swamp as fast as you can! Find the others if possible and under all circumstances keep the bag safe!” And with that he closed the cell phone.
Everyone in the room stood nearly statuesquely still for a moment, in utter shock at what Thorton had just done. Then she began to laugh. It wasn’t a laugh that would be laughed at something someone thought humorous. It wasn’t a laugh that would by laughed through a film of tears. It was a laugh that said, ‘you just crossed me. You’re as good as dead.’
“Kill him.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the legions of Pokemon that surrounded Thorton turned on him, their being’s crackling with deadly electric energy. Even the meek Electrobite prepared to take part in the kill, and hovered overhead like vultures awaiting the death of future prey.
“Any last words, Thorton?” she asked with a smile that mocked-sweetness.
“Yeah,” he replied with a grin that unnerved his adversary, “Have you ever seen what happens when a volcano explodes?”
Thorton didn’t wait for an answer. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the soda can to the ground. Upon impact, the aluminum can burst wide open and a spray of orange, carbonated, caffeinated liquid exploded from inside. Never having witnessed the spectacle of an exploding soda, the Pokemon took it for a bomb and immediately panicked and ducked for cover. The figure in Lillian’s form guarded her eyes from the spray with her arm.
By the time wits had been regained and the initial surprise had worn off, Thorton had disappeared, long gone down the tunnel. When this realization had been made and upon command from their master, the Pokemon surged after him. After a mere handful of seconds, the figure was left alone again with her thoughts. She sighed and shook her head, chuckling quietly to herself all the while.
“That’s just like him, Thorton,” she said, thinking aloud to herself, “Always so inventive. Little does he know that it will take far more than his intellect and cunning to escape from paying back to me what he’s done. He has created this monster; let’s see what he can do to stop it.”
Suddenly, summoning all of the powers which she possessed, she began to draw herself from Lillian’s body. A gasp of discomfort rose in the air, the gasper of which it was impossible to distinguish, as the two forms seemed on the brink of fusion. In that moment, when one being became two, the soul of Lillian Sunday, hitherto asleep in a world of unconsciousness, awoke. Simultaneously, the prior possessor of Lillian’s form entered into her own, and stood on her own two legs before the Sunyshorian reporter.
“What…what happened?” asked Lillian groggily, as one who awakes from a deep sleep.
“All will become crystal clear soon enough,” replied the kidnapper without a trace of the previous jollity of her voice, “But for now, all that matters is that you do exactly as I say. I need Thorton alone. My Pokemon will think that you are me and so will Thorton and his silly Frontier Brain friends. Destroy them all. But leave Thorton for me.”
“Wait a minute. What?” Lillian groaned, fully awake now but still in a state of bewilderment.
“Ugh. You reporters are always so hard to work with while you’re conscious,” sighed the figure. Then she reached into a small sack tied around her neck and produced a Poke-Ball. Pressing the button in the center with her thumb, she released in a beam of red light, a yellow Pokemon with a large nose and a white mane around its neck. In its hand, it held a medallion, which it swung ominously.
“Say hello to Hypno,” she instructed darkly, “He specializes in making stubborn people like you follow up on their orders. He uses a medallion to hypnotize people. Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt, in fact, you won’t feel anything for a long, long while.”
I know this is a n00b question but what does it mean to bump a story?
Zyflair said:
Ok. Thank you very much Zyflair! I didn't know that they were the same thing.
