Posts tagged Reshiram
Posts tagged Reshiram
His body became ice to see the guns pointing towards him. Her eyes gleamed brighter, even turning into a pair of iris-less orbs. Her snarl grew wider. No, was all the man could ever think of. His feet were glued to the floor, unable to move a single inch. He should move. He should dodge. He should fight back and snap her out of it.
But all that disappeared from his mind.
Because all he could ever think of, all he could ever see now, was Kotone.
Without a word, she released her fire.
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.
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.
“Mama, where are we going?”
Emery looked at his son. The child tugged the sleeve of her blouse. Pursing a small smile, she answered, “We’re going to Sinnoh to see grandma and grandpa. Isn’t that fun?”
The boy bit the insides of his cheeks. He gazed out front. The wonderful island of Cinnabar was slowly fading away from his gaze. He then focused his attention back at his mother. “But Mama, isn’t Papa coming with us?”
He saw her mother’s smile slowly fading away. Emery averted her gaze, her finger softly tapping her cheek. “Well darling, Papa has lots of work to do back home. Sometimes Papa has to sacrifice himself just so he can make us happy.”
His head tilted to the left, confused with his mother’s explanation. “Sacrifice…?”
”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?!”