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RE: The Clash of Land and Sea (Update: Chapter 32)
Here is Chapter 33! Sorry for the delay, but here it is.
After all the fun, the three of us finally meet back up along the coast of Lilycove City. The sea port is still bustling with the popularity of contest halls and seafarers. We finally get to move on, though. Shopping gets boring after a while—especially for a guy. As the three of us sit at a bench, we watch the waves roll in onto the beach line and slosh along our shoes.
"Hey, I found something suspicious today," Looker whispers, looking side-to-side.
"What do you mean by 'suspicious?'" I ask. Hopefully he means a suspiciously short route to my next gym badge.
"How about a cave with Team Aqua grunts inside?"
…That's suspicious enough for me. I wait a second to think of what to do. What can we do? It’s not like we can just go attack them straight-on or anything. None of us have a plan…
"I have a plan," Alex mumbles, suddenly turning me into a liar.
Grovyle and Dewott glance at one another, but I can’t tell if it’s in fright or interest. I for one am glad that someone is stepping up. Before, I had to make all the decisions. Hopefully Team Aqua is just having a cup of tea or something, though. I really don’t want to put my life on the line again. I’m tired!
"Find the location of Groudon," Tabitha tells his hostage.
"No."
"I told you, Steven. Find Groudon!"
Steven slumps over his desk after working nonstop for hours. He seriously has no idea where Groudon could actually be sleeping. While he complains in his mind, Steven notices that his chair teeters side-to-side. It seems to be worn on only one of the four legs. One of the legs has a crack down the middle as if there was a violent scene previously. Steven manages to lift his sleepy head up to see Tabitha sitting on the only bed in the room. The criminal pokes his prisoner, who is now falling asleep.
"Wake up! You don't get a break—all you get is…is…work!"
Steven wakes up and groans. It sounds like an old washing machine that doesn’t want to turn on anymore. He hasn't even shaved for two weeks. Steven strokes his manly beard and daydreams of ripping Tabitha to pieces.
Downstairs, he can hear the manager of the hotel bark at people. All he does is watch TV, but you can hear him occasionally shout, "I have Game Freak upstairs! They have the whole building booked!"
Lied to, pushed out, and yelled at, the people who poke their heads in the hotel immediately exit. They are always told it’s booked. If only those tourists knew…
"I suggest we split up into three directions," Looker tells Tony and Alex.
They are now in the secret hideout that is a few miles beyond the coastline. It took them roughly one hour to get to the cave by boat, so it is still daylight outside.
"I'll go left," Tony says. He and Grovyle make the appropriate turn doubt the creepily black route.
"I'll go straight with Dewott, then," Alex tells the International Policeman.
"I'm going right then," he sighs.
The cave is dark and voices can be heard everywhere. Now it's just the matter of hiding long enough. There are grunts around every corner. With every grunt, there are two or three Pokémon.
Grovyle and I walk in the silent corridor of the cave. I can hear water dripping from the ceiling. There are Zubat flying everywhere. Everywhere! I decide to send out Cyndaquil so there will be light to keep us moving. The fiery mouse stays close, kind of like a cat that circles around your legs out of affection. It appears that there aren't any grunts here, though, so maybe we're heading in the wrong direction. Bonk! I smack into the wall. It’s cold and wet, kind of like a giant block of ice. Too bad, I guess our route is a dead end. I recall Cyndaquil and just send out Electrike to bond as we walk back. I can just retrace my steps back to the beginning. I just hope Alex is okay…
"Golduck, Hydro Pump!"
Looker's blue duck Pokémon spits a violent flow of water at a Lombre and knocks it out in one hit.
"Let's go!"
Looker and Golduck put their hands in front of them. The man, who had to recall his Lombre, runs the way Looker was coming from. They keep on, though, for there is no time to waste. Soon enough, they come to a wall, and that’s the signal for a dead end.
"We have to head back. Either Tony or Alex will encounter something…and I have a feeling that I know who," he whispers to Golduck.
Dewott and I go straight. We keep hearing voices creep closer and closer, so we stay quiet. Dewott gets a scalchop in each hand and is prepared to fight anyone that might startle them. Its whiskers twitch once.
"I can't wait to get out of here," I whisper to Dewott.
"Wott?" Dewott's whiskers move again, sensing movement nearby.
"What's wrong?"
Dewott walks a few paces in front of me and sees a Vaporeon. It’s reptilian, kind of like a giant blue lizard thing. It’s ugly, whatever it is. The Pokémon opens its mouth and takes in a deep breath. Once it cannot hold any more air, it exhales in a sleepy fashion.
"Vaaap!"it yawns.
Dewott then yawns as well. I watch my Pokémon then fall asleep and begin snoring. I walk over to it.
"Not so fast," a voice whispers as an arm wraps around my mouth. The figure, whose height and strength brings a masculine impression, drags me into the darkness. Soon enough, Vaporeon uses the same move on me. I slowly close my eyes to see the face of…
Grovyle, Electrike, and I head back to the starting point. To our left is now the straight path, while forward is the route Looker took. Soon enough, footsteps can be heard.
"Grovyle, get ready!" I whisper.
My Grass-type reptilian Pokémon stands alert and is ready to pounce on any enemy in sight. The footsteps get closer. Soon, they turn to running. I'm about to shout out an attack when all of a sudden..
"Tony! Alex! Are you okay?!" Looker asks once reaching the initial location.
The middle-aged man seems scared. Does he not have a Pokémon? I haven’t seen a single Pokéball on that man except the Electrike he gave me. Oh! I recall that Pokémon so we can move faster. It’s still weak. Looker coughs and taps his foot. I realize that I never answered his question.
"Alex isn't here…it's just me," I slowly tell him.
"Oh, great! We went the wrong way—and if you did too, then Alex is in danger, Tony," Looker warns.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
The four of us sprint down the path Alex had taken. There wasn't a trace of her anywhere. Suddenly, though, we hear a small clatter on the ground.
"Shh!" someone snaps.
"Oh, sorry," another whispers.
"Show yourselves," Looker demands.
The dark lights immediately turn on, but they blind us at first. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to readjust to the light. A sudden chill went down my spine and traveled along my arms. Who are these people? Please don’t tell me they’re Team Aqua…
"Gro!" Grovyle shrieks.
Once my eyes do clear, I see why Grovyle did that. Standing before us, there are at least a hundred Team Aqua grunts. As if I couldn’t have guessed that, the grunts are laughing. Three get out a Pokéball, and then ten more. Then twenty…
"I think now would be a good time to run," Looker whispers.
I grab the Pokéball containing my Cyndaquil. There’s only one thing to do. If we don’t escape, then Alex may be taken across the region and lost! Worse, she herself could be lost in this cave…alone and scared. What if we didn’t come back to save her?
"Go, Cyndaquil! Smokescreen!"
"After them!" a grunt squeals.
Cyndaquil comes out and fills the air with smoke. As the grunts are wheezing and coughing, Looker, Cyndaquil, Grovyle, and I run out. I recall Cyndaquil and continue running.
"What about Alex?"
"Well," Looker begins, "we can't just give up on her. Surely they will be moving to the next town."
"What town is that?" I ask.
"…I don't know," Looker sighs.
The first thing I see when waking up is that I'm tied up in some kind of room. The rope encircling me goes from my feet to my shoulders; obviously, they are squeezing too hard and I’m losing the circulation in my body. It’s just a matter of time before my feet start turning different colors. Dewott is tied up too, but it's still asleep. I yell out and find that the only person aboard is Matt, the Aqua Admin.
"Hello, Alex!"
He flips a switch and then leaves the control panel of whatever I'm in. Matt walks over. "You're in a submarine bound for Mossdeep City. From there, we will dispose of you as necessary."
Great. I decide that the only thing I can do at this point is to charm Matt into letting me free. Despite how disgusting this may be, flattery may be the only way. The hardest part of saying it is that I have to look at his gel-filled hair. It’s so thick that if you ran a comb through it, the comb would turn soggy from the gel and snap in half!
"So, Matt, I was wondering if, oh, I don't know, you might want to…go out on a date sometime?"
Smack! Matt scrapes my face with the palm of his hand. So much physical abuse on a girl. Rude! I bite his finger once his hand is done striking my cheek. This causes him to shout out in pain, but I don’t care. I hold onto it just as a dog would in tug-of-war. Once he frees his finger, I start laughing.
"You think that you're going to get rid of me? Please! I have a policeman and Tony that are coming to save me," I brag.
"So you think that they can take on every Aqua grunt in the team?"
"All at once?"
"Yup."
"Kid, you’re nuts,” he sighs, rubbing his finger delicately.
I look around to see that Dewott is cutting the rope with its scalchop. I just have to hope that it will buy enough time to overcome Matt. My Pokémon may not be the strongest, but they sure are strategic—and that’s where Matt’s dominance ends.
"But, you know, if you ever wanted to go out—" he begins.
Out of instinct, I spit right in his face. In fact, I think it smacked right in between his two little annoying eyes. This man is not only evil, but he’s senseless, too. Men just get worse and worse these days. Matt runs off to get a towel, but his boots stomp as though he were having a tantrum.
"Hello, is this the International Police station? It's Looker. …yes, Looker with two os. What other Looker is there? …Oh, that could be confusing, I see."
Looker and I managed to run out of the base and into the public part of the city, where Team Aqua wouldn't dare do anything. I never understand his conversations, though. They never seem to stay on topic.
"…Yes, Lilycove City has a Team Aqua base just off the coast. …We had to run out because we were terribly outnumbered. So can you take over the base?"
Grovyle and I have just been sitting on a few rocks and throwing seashells back into the ocean. Looker's having problems with the I.P. While he talks, I can’t help but worrying about Alex. We weren’t able to find her at all!
"…Yes, I'll hold." Looker glances over to me. "These stupid 911 Operators are horrible at their job. I bet that if Arceus died, it would take twenty minutes for someone to realize."
Within about an hour, we see two submarines take off from the base. Another ten minutes later and the police come. It seems like they only arrive when the danger is gone. When anyone’s in real danger, they never show up.
"I hope Alex will be okay, you know? I mean, it's normal for you to worry about someone, but Alex is different. She and I have become such close friends that it's unbearable not knowing if she's even alive right now. I wish I had gone straight instead of her because I can take pain and suffering better. It's just…not fair. Alex has had such a hard life, and now she has to take on Team Aqua all by herself? She'll get herself killed!" I rant.
"Tony…" Looker says.
"She's all alone! We could've just stuck together, but nooo! We had to split up to save time. We don't have time, so why bother trying?! It's too hard to be alone, so imagine being alone with creeps!"
"Tony…!" Looker groans.
"We're going to lose Alex because we were too unaware of the dangers of splitting up. I mean, Dewott is awesome, but seriously—it can't repeatedly smash over one hundred Pokémon! What if it doesn't last for more than ten? Houndoom is weak to water-types! Roselia loses to an Ice Beam…Blitzle is ruined by Marshtomp and Noctowl faints to a Thunderbolt! Even Buneary can be easily knocked out. She just won't be able to make it. I'm such a horrible per—"
"TONY, JUST SHUT UP!" Looker screams at me.
"…Thanks, I needed that," I say sheepishly.
After hours of being stuck with Matt, I’m finally told that we arrived in Mossdeep City. Dewott and I, both still tied up (though Dewott is nearly free), are escorted around a Pokémon Center, a gym, a Pokémart—and to the Mossdeep Space Center.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
The walls are white, the floors are white, the coats are white…everything is white. The only people not in white are the Aqua grunts that took over the building. They glare and whisper about me. Matt and I go up flight after flight of stairs.
"Well, we plan to do something to where we will never have to deal with you again," Matt explains.
"What could you possibly do? You haven’t been able to beat me at all!"
"Well, we could send you into space."
Looker and I paddle a small boat through the water. We've been floating for hours. Soon after departure, I grow thirsty and begin daydreaming of drinking the sea water. Looker said that we wouldn’t need anything to drink because it would not take long. When I begin to put some in my mouth, he slaps it down and reminds me not to drink the salt water. It seems like we have floated forever. Eventually, though, I do manage to see a land mass beyond the once endless ocean.
"We have to go faster!" I moan.
"Yes, because I'm eating a snack while I do this," Looker sarcastically murmurs.
I slowly lower the small granola bar I had packed in my bag. As I did so, I imagined myself looking like a guilty dog that nervously wags its tail.
As we are taken through a narrow walkway that extents between the rocket and the building, Dewott grabs its scalchop and waits for my signal. I whisper for it to wait for the right moment—just a few more minutes!
"Alex," a stern voice says from behind me.
"What do you want, Sean?"
"I'm sorry it had to come to this."
I don't look back at him. I don't bother. There isn't a reason to just give into the shame I don't deserve. Dewott and I keep walking until I stop right before entering my doom.
"Dewott, get ready!"
"Watch her! She's a slippery one, you here? This girl can get away with anything if given the opportunity. Be wary of her at all times," Sean warns his comrades.
"Oh, please! Like you didn't enjoy breaking rules and living your life."
Sean's footsteps stop after this comment. "I don't appreciate you speaking to me like this," he snaps.
"Well I don't appreciate being taken captive just because you hold grudges. I think you'll understand."
"Push her in!"
Three large Aqua grunts come towards me.
"Dewott!"
My otter was grabbed right before it could respond to my dilemma. Now we’re both in deep; neither of us can get free!
"Nice try," Sean smiles, snapping his fingers.
Matt reappears and looks at the scene. "Make sure to check her bag."
Oh no…the half orb!
Looker and I finally reach the shore. Just as we do, though, I see a rocket leave the ground and begin its expedition into space.
"You don't think she's…"
"I wouldn't put it past them," Looker sighs.
The two of us sprint to where the Space Center is located.
Somewhat rushed, I'll admit, but this is the last of my pre-written chapters. Chapter 34 and beyond will be featuring more description and other positive qualities. Thanks for reading!
Here is Chapter 33! Sorry for the delay, but here it is.
Hair Gel
Tony: Grovyle, Corphish, Altaria, Phanpy, Cyndaquil, Electrike
After all the fun, the three of us finally meet back up along the coast of Lilycove City. The sea port is still bustling with the popularity of contest halls and seafarers. We finally get to move on, though. Shopping gets boring after a while—especially for a guy. As the three of us sit at a bench, we watch the waves roll in onto the beach line and slosh along our shoes.
"Hey, I found something suspicious today," Looker whispers, looking side-to-side.
"What do you mean by 'suspicious?'" I ask. Hopefully he means a suspiciously short route to my next gym badge.
"How about a cave with Team Aqua grunts inside?"
…That's suspicious enough for me. I wait a second to think of what to do. What can we do? It’s not like we can just go attack them straight-on or anything. None of us have a plan…
"I have a plan," Alex mumbles, suddenly turning me into a liar.
Grovyle and Dewott glance at one another, but I can’t tell if it’s in fright or interest. I for one am glad that someone is stepping up. Before, I had to make all the decisions. Hopefully Team Aqua is just having a cup of tea or something, though. I really don’t want to put my life on the line again. I’m tired!
. . .
Lilycove Hotel
"Find the location of Groudon," Tabitha tells his hostage.
"No."
"I told you, Steven. Find Groudon!"
Steven slumps over his desk after working nonstop for hours. He seriously has no idea where Groudon could actually be sleeping. While he complains in his mind, Steven notices that his chair teeters side-to-side. It seems to be worn on only one of the four legs. One of the legs has a crack down the middle as if there was a violent scene previously. Steven manages to lift his sleepy head up to see Tabitha sitting on the only bed in the room. The criminal pokes his prisoner, who is now falling asleep.
"Wake up! You don't get a break—all you get is…is…work!"
Steven wakes up and groans. It sounds like an old washing machine that doesn’t want to turn on anymore. He hasn't even shaved for two weeks. Steven strokes his manly beard and daydreams of ripping Tabitha to pieces.
Downstairs, he can hear the manager of the hotel bark at people. All he does is watch TV, but you can hear him occasionally shout, "I have Game Freak upstairs! They have the whole building booked!"
Lied to, pushed out, and yelled at, the people who poke their heads in the hotel immediately exit. They are always told it’s booked. If only those tourists knew…
. . .
"I suggest we split up into three directions," Looker tells Tony and Alex.
They are now in the secret hideout that is a few miles beyond the coastline. It took them roughly one hour to get to the cave by boat, so it is still daylight outside.
"I'll go left," Tony says. He and Grovyle make the appropriate turn doubt the creepily black route.
"I'll go straight with Dewott, then," Alex tells the International Policeman.
"I'm going right then," he sighs.
The cave is dark and voices can be heard everywhere. Now it's just the matter of hiding long enough. There are grunts around every corner. With every grunt, there are two or three Pokémon.
. . .
Tony: Grovyle, Corphish, Altaria, Phanpy, Cyndaquil, Electrike
Grovyle and I walk in the silent corridor of the cave. I can hear water dripping from the ceiling. There are Zubat flying everywhere. Everywhere! I decide to send out Cyndaquil so there will be light to keep us moving. The fiery mouse stays close, kind of like a cat that circles around your legs out of affection. It appears that there aren't any grunts here, though, so maybe we're heading in the wrong direction. Bonk! I smack into the wall. It’s cold and wet, kind of like a giant block of ice. Too bad, I guess our route is a dead end. I recall Cyndaquil and just send out Electrike to bond as we walk back. I can just retrace my steps back to the beginning. I just hope Alex is okay…
. . .
Looker
"Golduck, Hydro Pump!"
Looker's blue duck Pokémon spits a violent flow of water at a Lombre and knocks it out in one hit.
"Let's go!"
Looker and Golduck put their hands in front of them. The man, who had to recall his Lombre, runs the way Looker was coming from. They keep on, though, for there is no time to waste. Soon enough, they come to a wall, and that’s the signal for a dead end.
"We have to head back. Either Tony or Alex will encounter something…and I have a feeling that I know who," he whispers to Golduck.
. . .
Alex: Dewott, Houndoom, Roselia, Buneary, Blitzle, Noctowl
Dewott and I go straight. We keep hearing voices creep closer and closer, so we stay quiet. Dewott gets a scalchop in each hand and is prepared to fight anyone that might startle them. Its whiskers twitch once.
"I can't wait to get out of here," I whisper to Dewott.
"Wott?" Dewott's whiskers move again, sensing movement nearby.
"What's wrong?"
Dewott walks a few paces in front of me and sees a Vaporeon. It’s reptilian, kind of like a giant blue lizard thing. It’s ugly, whatever it is. The Pokémon opens its mouth and takes in a deep breath. Once it cannot hold any more air, it exhales in a sleepy fashion.
"Vaaap!"it yawns.
Dewott then yawns as well. I watch my Pokémon then fall asleep and begin snoring. I walk over to it.
"Not so fast," a voice whispers as an arm wraps around my mouth. The figure, whose height and strength brings a masculine impression, drags me into the darkness. Soon enough, Vaporeon uses the same move on me. I slowly close my eyes to see the face of…
. . .
Tony: Grovyle, Corphish, Altaria, Phanpy, Cyndaquil, Electrike
Grovyle, Electrike, and I head back to the starting point. To our left is now the straight path, while forward is the route Looker took. Soon enough, footsteps can be heard.
"Grovyle, get ready!" I whisper.
My Grass-type reptilian Pokémon stands alert and is ready to pounce on any enemy in sight. The footsteps get closer. Soon, they turn to running. I'm about to shout out an attack when all of a sudden..
"Tony! Alex! Are you okay?!" Looker asks once reaching the initial location.
The middle-aged man seems scared. Does he not have a Pokémon? I haven’t seen a single Pokéball on that man except the Electrike he gave me. Oh! I recall that Pokémon so we can move faster. It’s still weak. Looker coughs and taps his foot. I realize that I never answered his question.
"Alex isn't here…it's just me," I slowly tell him.
"Oh, great! We went the wrong way—and if you did too, then Alex is in danger, Tony," Looker warns.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
The four of us sprint down the path Alex had taken. There wasn't a trace of her anywhere. Suddenly, though, we hear a small clatter on the ground.
"Shh!" someone snaps.
"Oh, sorry," another whispers.
"Show yourselves," Looker demands.
The dark lights immediately turn on, but they blind us at first. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to readjust to the light. A sudden chill went down my spine and traveled along my arms. Who are these people? Please don’t tell me they’re Team Aqua…
"Gro!" Grovyle shrieks.
Once my eyes do clear, I see why Grovyle did that. Standing before us, there are at least a hundred Team Aqua grunts. As if I couldn’t have guessed that, the grunts are laughing. Three get out a Pokéball, and then ten more. Then twenty…
"I think now would be a good time to run," Looker whispers.
I grab the Pokéball containing my Cyndaquil. There’s only one thing to do. If we don’t escape, then Alex may be taken across the region and lost! Worse, she herself could be lost in this cave…alone and scared. What if we didn’t come back to save her?
"Go, Cyndaquil! Smokescreen!"
"After them!" a grunt squeals.
Cyndaquil comes out and fills the air with smoke. As the grunts are wheezing and coughing, Looker, Cyndaquil, Grovyle, and I run out. I recall Cyndaquil and continue running.
"What about Alex?"
"Well," Looker begins, "we can't just give up on her. Surely they will be moving to the next town."
"What town is that?" I ask.
"…I don't know," Looker sighs.
. . .
Alex: Dewott, Houndoom, Roselia, Buneary, Blitzle, Noctowl
The first thing I see when waking up is that I'm tied up in some kind of room. The rope encircling me goes from my feet to my shoulders; obviously, they are squeezing too hard and I’m losing the circulation in my body. It’s just a matter of time before my feet start turning different colors. Dewott is tied up too, but it's still asleep. I yell out and find that the only person aboard is Matt, the Aqua Admin.
"Hello, Alex!"
He flips a switch and then leaves the control panel of whatever I'm in. Matt walks over. "You're in a submarine bound for Mossdeep City. From there, we will dispose of you as necessary."
Great. I decide that the only thing I can do at this point is to charm Matt into letting me free. Despite how disgusting this may be, flattery may be the only way. The hardest part of saying it is that I have to look at his gel-filled hair. It’s so thick that if you ran a comb through it, the comb would turn soggy from the gel and snap in half!
"So, Matt, I was wondering if, oh, I don't know, you might want to…go out on a date sometime?"
Smack! Matt scrapes my face with the palm of his hand. So much physical abuse on a girl. Rude! I bite his finger once his hand is done striking my cheek. This causes him to shout out in pain, but I don’t care. I hold onto it just as a dog would in tug-of-war. Once he frees his finger, I start laughing.
"You think that you're going to get rid of me? Please! I have a policeman and Tony that are coming to save me," I brag.
"So you think that they can take on every Aqua grunt in the team?"
"All at once?"
"Yup."
"Kid, you’re nuts,” he sighs, rubbing his finger delicately.
I look around to see that Dewott is cutting the rope with its scalchop. I just have to hope that it will buy enough time to overcome Matt. My Pokémon may not be the strongest, but they sure are strategic—and that’s where Matt’s dominance ends.
"But, you know, if you ever wanted to go out—" he begins.
Out of instinct, I spit right in his face. In fact, I think it smacked right in between his two little annoying eyes. This man is not only evil, but he’s senseless, too. Men just get worse and worse these days. Matt runs off to get a towel, but his boots stomp as though he were having a tantrum.
. . .
Tony: Grovyle, Corphish, Altaria, Phanpy, Cyndaquil, Electrike
"Hello, is this the International Police station? It's Looker. …yes, Looker with two os. What other Looker is there? …Oh, that could be confusing, I see."
Looker and I managed to run out of the base and into the public part of the city, where Team Aqua wouldn't dare do anything. I never understand his conversations, though. They never seem to stay on topic.
"…Yes, Lilycove City has a Team Aqua base just off the coast. …We had to run out because we were terribly outnumbered. So can you take over the base?"
Grovyle and I have just been sitting on a few rocks and throwing seashells back into the ocean. Looker's having problems with the I.P. While he talks, I can’t help but worrying about Alex. We weren’t able to find her at all!
"…Yes, I'll hold." Looker glances over to me. "These stupid 911 Operators are horrible at their job. I bet that if Arceus died, it would take twenty minutes for someone to realize."
Within about an hour, we see two submarines take off from the base. Another ten minutes later and the police come. It seems like they only arrive when the danger is gone. When anyone’s in real danger, they never show up.
"I hope Alex will be okay, you know? I mean, it's normal for you to worry about someone, but Alex is different. She and I have become such close friends that it's unbearable not knowing if she's even alive right now. I wish I had gone straight instead of her because I can take pain and suffering better. It's just…not fair. Alex has had such a hard life, and now she has to take on Team Aqua all by herself? She'll get herself killed!" I rant.
"Tony…" Looker says.
"She's all alone! We could've just stuck together, but nooo! We had to split up to save time. We don't have time, so why bother trying?! It's too hard to be alone, so imagine being alone with creeps!"
"Tony…!" Looker groans.
"We're going to lose Alex because we were too unaware of the dangers of splitting up. I mean, Dewott is awesome, but seriously—it can't repeatedly smash over one hundred Pokémon! What if it doesn't last for more than ten? Houndoom is weak to water-types! Roselia loses to an Ice Beam…Blitzle is ruined by Marshtomp and Noctowl faints to a Thunderbolt! Even Buneary can be easily knocked out. She just won't be able to make it. I'm such a horrible per—"
"TONY, JUST SHUT UP!" Looker screams at me.
"…Thanks, I needed that," I say sheepishly.
. . .
Alex: Dewott, Houndoom, Roselia, Buneary, Blitzle, Noctowl
After hours of being stuck with Matt, I’m finally told that we arrived in Mossdeep City. Dewott and I, both still tied up (though Dewott is nearly free), are escorted around a Pokémon Center, a gym, a Pokémart—and to the Mossdeep Space Center.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
The walls are white, the floors are white, the coats are white…everything is white. The only people not in white are the Aqua grunts that took over the building. They glare and whisper about me. Matt and I go up flight after flight of stairs.
"Well, we plan to do something to where we will never have to deal with you again," Matt explains.
"What could you possibly do? You haven’t been able to beat me at all!"
"Well, we could send you into space."
. . .
Tony: Grovyle, Corphish, Altaria, Phanpy, Cyndaquil, Electrike
Looker and I paddle a small boat through the water. We've been floating for hours. Soon after departure, I grow thirsty and begin daydreaming of drinking the sea water. Looker said that we wouldn’t need anything to drink because it would not take long. When I begin to put some in my mouth, he slaps it down and reminds me not to drink the salt water. It seems like we have floated forever. Eventually, though, I do manage to see a land mass beyond the once endless ocean.
"We have to go faster!" I moan.
"Yes, because I'm eating a snack while I do this," Looker sarcastically murmurs.
I slowly lower the small granola bar I had packed in my bag. As I did so, I imagined myself looking like a guilty dog that nervously wags its tail.
. . .
Alex: Dewott, Houndoom, Roselia, Buneary, Blitzle, Noctowl
As we are taken through a narrow walkway that extents between the rocket and the building, Dewott grabs its scalchop and waits for my signal. I whisper for it to wait for the right moment—just a few more minutes!
"Alex," a stern voice says from behind me.
"What do you want, Sean?"
"I'm sorry it had to come to this."
I don't look back at him. I don't bother. There isn't a reason to just give into the shame I don't deserve. Dewott and I keep walking until I stop right before entering my doom.
"Dewott, get ready!"
"Watch her! She's a slippery one, you here? This girl can get away with anything if given the opportunity. Be wary of her at all times," Sean warns his comrades.
"Oh, please! Like you didn't enjoy breaking rules and living your life."
Sean's footsteps stop after this comment. "I don't appreciate you speaking to me like this," he snaps.
"Well I don't appreciate being taken captive just because you hold grudges. I think you'll understand."
"Push her in!"
Three large Aqua grunts come towards me.
"Dewott!"
My otter was grabbed right before it could respond to my dilemma. Now we’re both in deep; neither of us can get free!
"Nice try," Sean smiles, snapping his fingers.
Matt reappears and looks at the scene. "Make sure to check her bag."
Oh no…the half orb!
. . .
Tony: Grovyle, Corphish, Altaria, Phanpy, Cyndaquil, Electrike
Looker and I finally reach the shore. Just as we do, though, I see a rocket leave the ground and begin its expedition into space.
"You don't think she's…"
"I wouldn't put it past them," Looker sighs.
The two of us sprint to where the Space Center is located.
Somewhat rushed, I'll admit, but this is the last of my pre-written chapters. Chapter 34 and beyond will be featuring more description and other positive qualities. Thanks for reading!
Luckyfire said:Hmm, yeah, it's pretty rushed. But that part where Tony just breaks down and cries is hilarious.
Also, one spelling mistake there:
That part was also funny. Actually, pretty much everything in Chapter 33 is like a comedy act.
Fixed, thanks for letting me know. I think all the small mistakes I've made are a comedy act themselves (think, Beautifly...)
.The chapter was kind of rushed, but it's because it was more about Tony's afflictions than the actual problem itself. The next chapter will explain a bit more and slow down. This is kind of a transition to the Tony that isn't going to be so careless.
Thanks for reading!