Zup
12th January 2004, 07:57 PM
Now this is a short story. Please read and rate, and tell me how you like the ending.
The Story
"It was an impossibly long time ago, far too long ago for any pokemon alive today to remember. How I, a lowly Oddish living near Celadon, know this, and know it as if I were there, I cannot answer. How come every Oddish in the area, every grass type in the whole freakin' continent, knows it, I have no clue. All I know is that I have to tell someone."
I was practically bursting. the event replayed itself, as if a broken record, that poor Bulbasaur's voice--and life--being cut off. The vision, that horrible, unworldy vision, that terrible presence which manifolds itself in every corner of my being, as if my meaning in life is to watch the incident occur again and again and again. I told myself it was my birth...but that bulbasaur looked so...primitive. I told myself it was a story, but it all seemed to real. Finally I gave up. The Story That Had Not Been Told...was being told. And to the nearest non-grass I could find. A mortal enemy. A Houndour.
Houndours as a group are disgusting, vile, despicable creatures that prey on little grasses, ripping us to shreds. However, alone these gross beings are cowardly fools. It shows you how desperate that I was getting that I was even talking to one of these dark, evil hounds that fried my brethren as they laughed scornfully...
Irregardless, here I was, dead of night, Celebi's orb high in the sky, bright enough to see my shadow, talking to a dog of the devil. He was curious, and seemed intelligent for the species. He actually seemed to understand my words, and how I was feeling.
"Wow. I didn't know you little guys could talk." He said, head cocked to the side. "Well, there goes another food. I guess I can't even be a vegetarian."
Okay, maybe he wasn't as smart as I give him credit for.
"So what is this...thing?" He said, waving his paw around.
I took a deep breath.
"It...Nevermind. This didn't happen." I said, chickening out at the last second. I sprayed a blast of sleep powder in his flaring nostrils and his slowly entered a stage a dreamy contentment. I ran. I ran faster than I have ever run in my life. The vision had disappeared for a moment whle the brute talked, but just as I had been about to spill my guts the vision came back with roaring fervor, showing me an extra part that would remain imprinted on the back of my eyelids for many days to come. It truly scared me. And I finally knew why a lowly oddish such as me knew. I suddenly figured out why all grass types, from Treeko to Bellsprout to Skiploom had these events recurring day after day after day.
And now, more than ever, I had to tell someone. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
The next day, in early dusk, the sky overcast, I heard a generaly thudding of padded feet.
The pack.
Every resident of Celadon knew that that sound was the only pack of Houndour in the region, a Houndoom at their head. It was a rumor that another Houndour was on the brink of evolving and taking over for the "leader", a primitive act if I've ever heard one.
It's well know that Oddish are not fast. Our tiny legs are our dessert for having big brains. And any self-respecting Houndour pack can catch up to an Oddish. And this pack had exceptionally good eyesight.
"Hey! It's you!" said a familiar voice from somewhere in the middle of the pack. "He's mine, kay!"
The Houndour from the night before ran out and tackled me.
"I'll rip you apart and show your guts to my friends." He said, grinning. "Unless you tell me about this thing that's troubling you."
"Hayseed, c'mon! We gotta go get that Murkrow." cried a buddy of the Houndour, obviously called Hayseed. "A dumb ol' Oddish can't outrun our future leader, can he? Hahaha..."
"Go on without me. I'll stake some guys out here." Hayseed called back. Turning back to me he grinned and said, "Forget about showing it to my friends. I'll show it to yours."
Great. Two of my biggest fears: Death and pain. I would choose the lesser of the two evils.
And I began yet again.
"See, my first vision is--" and again the vision came, but this time I knew what the entire thing meant. The knowledge was astounding. I blacked out.
"What?!?" shouted Hayseed, enraged. He gobbled the oddish down quickly and trotted off to his pack, his tiny brain barely comprehending what had ocurred.
Now, lol, do you want me to make good on this story and actually finish it? I will only if I get some feedback on the first part. Consider this a cliffhanger. Or an alternate ending.
The Story
"It was an impossibly long time ago, far too long ago for any pokemon alive today to remember. How I, a lowly Oddish living near Celadon, know this, and know it as if I were there, I cannot answer. How come every Oddish in the area, every grass type in the whole freakin' continent, knows it, I have no clue. All I know is that I have to tell someone."
I was practically bursting. the event replayed itself, as if a broken record, that poor Bulbasaur's voice--and life--being cut off. The vision, that horrible, unworldy vision, that terrible presence which manifolds itself in every corner of my being, as if my meaning in life is to watch the incident occur again and again and again. I told myself it was my birth...but that bulbasaur looked so...primitive. I told myself it was a story, but it all seemed to real. Finally I gave up. The Story That Had Not Been Told...was being told. And to the nearest non-grass I could find. A mortal enemy. A Houndour.
Houndours as a group are disgusting, vile, despicable creatures that prey on little grasses, ripping us to shreds. However, alone these gross beings are cowardly fools. It shows you how desperate that I was getting that I was even talking to one of these dark, evil hounds that fried my brethren as they laughed scornfully...
Irregardless, here I was, dead of night, Celebi's orb high in the sky, bright enough to see my shadow, talking to a dog of the devil. He was curious, and seemed intelligent for the species. He actually seemed to understand my words, and how I was feeling.
"Wow. I didn't know you little guys could talk." He said, head cocked to the side. "Well, there goes another food. I guess I can't even be a vegetarian."
Okay, maybe he wasn't as smart as I give him credit for.
"So what is this...thing?" He said, waving his paw around.
I took a deep breath.
"It...Nevermind. This didn't happen." I said, chickening out at the last second. I sprayed a blast of sleep powder in his flaring nostrils and his slowly entered a stage a dreamy contentment. I ran. I ran faster than I have ever run in my life. The vision had disappeared for a moment whle the brute talked, but just as I had been about to spill my guts the vision came back with roaring fervor, showing me an extra part that would remain imprinted on the back of my eyelids for many days to come. It truly scared me. And I finally knew why a lowly oddish such as me knew. I suddenly figured out why all grass types, from Treeko to Bellsprout to Skiploom had these events recurring day after day after day.
And now, more than ever, I had to tell someone. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
The next day, in early dusk, the sky overcast, I heard a generaly thudding of padded feet.
The pack.
Every resident of Celadon knew that that sound was the only pack of Houndour in the region, a Houndoom at their head. It was a rumor that another Houndour was on the brink of evolving and taking over for the "leader", a primitive act if I've ever heard one.
It's well know that Oddish are not fast. Our tiny legs are our dessert for having big brains. And any self-respecting Houndour pack can catch up to an Oddish. And this pack had exceptionally good eyesight.
"Hey! It's you!" said a familiar voice from somewhere in the middle of the pack. "He's mine, kay!"
The Houndour from the night before ran out and tackled me.
"I'll rip you apart and show your guts to my friends." He said, grinning. "Unless you tell me about this thing that's troubling you."
"Hayseed, c'mon! We gotta go get that Murkrow." cried a buddy of the Houndour, obviously called Hayseed. "A dumb ol' Oddish can't outrun our future leader, can he? Hahaha..."
"Go on without me. I'll stake some guys out here." Hayseed called back. Turning back to me he grinned and said, "Forget about showing it to my friends. I'll show it to yours."
Great. Two of my biggest fears: Death and pain. I would choose the lesser of the two evils.
And I began yet again.
"See, my first vision is--" and again the vision came, but this time I knew what the entire thing meant. The knowledge was astounding. I blacked out.
"What?!?" shouted Hayseed, enraged. He gobbled the oddish down quickly and trotted off to his pack, his tiny brain barely comprehending what had ocurred.
Now, lol, do you want me to make good on this story and actually finish it? I will only if I get some feedback on the first part. Consider this a cliffhanger. Or an alternate ending.