Posts tagged Petrel
Posts tagged Petrel
Silver had had enough. The gloves were coming off. His fists were roughly clenched, eyes glaring at the purple barrier covering the city. He looked at N, who gave nothing but a worried expression. “Tear this thing down.”
What… What is going on? Why…do I feel this inexplicable pain in my chest? My heart hurts. It hurts so much… Why… Why am I feeling like something is being ripped off me…?
“Professor, the radar is going haywire on the experiment’s nerve sense!”
Why… Why can’t I breathe? Why do I feel as if my throat has been obliterated by some unknown force? What… Why is thing happening to me…? Make it stop…
“He is reaching a critically unstable position! Reset the power levels and reboot the program quick!”
Voices… I hear voices… They’re all hurting my ears… Emery… Emery where are you? I can… I can feel you slipping away. I can feel you slowly fading from my presence. What is…going on…? Emery help me…! Please don’t a-abandon me…!
“It’s not going down sir!”
“Prepare the electrocution!”
Make it stop. Make this painful agony stop. Please…! Emery…! Please help me…!
“On the count of three!”
Make.
“One.”
It.
“Two.”
Stop.
“Three!”
ZZZAAAAPPP!!!!
Sounds of Pokémon roaring and walls crumbling echoed inside the room. Dust flew everywhere. N brought his arms to his eyes, shielding them. The man looked around. He could see Zoroark tackling a few Koffings. The illusion fox Pokémon crouched on all fours before unleashing another Night Slash. “Zoroark! Be careful!” N shouted at his friend, still worried about his wellbeing. It wasn’t that he doubted the dark-type, but judging by the amount of enemies present, N couldn’t push away the concern even if he wanted to.
The place had turned into a battlefield. The man coughed lightly, exhaling the faint dust that sipped into his nostrils and mouth. N took a few steps backwards, hands closed to his stomach.
”And just where do you think you’re going?”
Silver had had enough. The gloves were coming off. His fists were roughly clenched, eyes glaring at the purple barrier covering the city. He looked at N, who gave nothing but a worried expression. “Tear this thing down.”
”Haa, this is life!” Kotone said as she twirled on the big black chair. Arms raised in the air, she leaned backwards and stretched happily. The Silph president’s room was grand; it wasn’t a lie. It was the biggest and widest room in the building that it can fit a Mamoswine. The tiles were gold and white. The two huge doors – right after being put back where they were – were made from the finest and thickest mahogany. On the left side were shelves, filled with books and trophies. It almost touched the ceiling and covered one side of the room. On the right side, however, was completely made out of transparent glass, acting as windows for the office. It gave off a magnificent view of the city. Long blinds dangled from each end of the glass, which one can use to cover the clear wall for privacy.
An elegant chandelier was seen in the middle of the ceiling; its lighting so bright, it could light up the whole top floor. And as if the room wasn’t grand enough, there were four statues of the Silph president. It was placed at each corner of the room; each standing on a pedestal. One was in a stance of The Thinker. One was happily hugging a Pikachu. One was standing still with its right hand placed on its chest. And lastly, positioning next to the right side of the desk was the president holding a sword and a shield, preferably resembling honour and dignity.
Silph Co. is a world-renowned company that has made billions within decades. Their branches are widely present in many regions and countries. Their president was a kind, nice old man whose vision exceeds people’s expectation. Now, thanks to him, Silph Co. has become one of the most important and expensive organization ever.
A receptionist sat quietly on her desk. Her eyes were focused on the papers, her perfectly manicured nails tapping on each sheet. Suddenly, sounds of footsteps echoed inside the huge lobby hall. Each tap got louder, indicating that whoever it was, it was moving towards the receptionist. Even so, the Silph worker didn’t look up for she was busy focusing on her paperwork.
Finally, those steps stopped. “Welcome to Silph Co. How may I help you?” The receptionist asked in a formal, polite tone. Her head never looked up to face her customer.
”Yes. I have a little favour to ask actually.” The person – a young woman’s voice – spoke.
The receptionist looked up, mouth ready to form a smile. “And what is that favour may I-“
Click.
The sound of a trigger echoed in her ears. The lady froze completely. She felt something cold touching her forehead; a gun. Her wide, green baffled eyes gawked at the person standing in front of her. That person flashed a white smile. Her attire was full black. Her hair was in pigtails and covered with a big black puffy hat.
Everything was moving too fast.
Before anyone could blink, the huge volcano Pokémon released his attack.
But before he could exhale, Feraligatr plunged on the fire starter’s neck.
Resulting with the flames shot down right next to Silver’s face; its spark crackling his neck and left cheek.
Silver screamed in pain; finally a sound emitting from him. His Pokémon crowded to his aid. Feraligatr and Typhlosion roared and battled savagely. Scratches, deep bites, flames, and a wave of water were everywhere.
”How can you be so stupid to have lost her?!”
”How can you be so stupid and cruel to have hurt her in the first place?!”
It was a quiet night in the desert plains of Old Cinnabar. The volcano stood valiantly but frailly. A few boulders rolled down once in a while. Some Pidgeys flew about, making the empty hill their home.
Hidden right under the dead volcano was a secret laboratory. The scene looked just as horrible as the ground above. Shattered glass was everywhere. Crumbled walls were vivid. Rattatas were running about, entering their holes. Sadly, without warning, Proton’s Golbat zoomed at one of the rat Pokémon, gnawing the creature as his lunch. Proton, on the other hand, was sitting with Petrel, playing poker with some poker cards they stole.
Archer sat quietly, his eyes on the stoic Mewtwo. The genetic Pokémon’s head was downcast. He stood here, motionless like a statue. A smile curved up the human’s lip. His hand petted Houndoom’s head. The dark Pokémon purred lovingly, enjoying his caress.
”Why didn’t you tell us?”
Archer stood by the glass wall, his hands folded behind his back. Houndoom stood valiantly by his trainer’s side. All of them were waiting for their ‘guest’ to arrive. Petrel and Proton leaned against the wall, near the door. Their Pokémon were loyally behind them, in their defence position.
Ariana sat on a chair, checking her nails. Her Arbok purred lovingly as her free hand petted the cobra Pokémon’s head. The redheaded woman stared at her comrade. “You really think Kotone will come?”
Without a glance, Archer replied, “I don’t think. I know.” His eyes stared out in the open sky. “This plan is foolproof. And mark my words: It will finally end the way as it should be.”
Five seconds after he said that, the door burst open. It crashed to the thick glass, almost a foot away from where Archer was standing. Even so, his composure was still and calm.
The other three, however, weren’t as calm as the bluenette. All eyes were on the door. Shock sipped into them to see a Feraligatr growling maniacally.
Their surprise tenfold to see a certain redhead – one they never thought would see again – walking and standing before them.
His eyes were flaring. His fists were trembling. His nails dug deep into his palm. Hate and despise painted Silver’s face. And the minute he stood there – right in front of the people that were once in his life – his mind seemed blank like a piece of paper.
But instead of being completely blank, rage took over, blinding him completely.
”You…?” Petrel said, his thoughts trying to adjust his memory. He had seen that boy somewhere.
Proton blinked dumbly. Wait a minute, isn’t he…?
Ariana was sharper than the two. “You!” she gasped out loud. Her feet stumbled backwards. Luckily, Arbok held her trainer’s back. Both Proton and Petrel looked at the female redhead. Ariana was clearly shocked – and that wasn’t a good thing.
