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Angel's Story part 2tsureboru
They had been flying for several minutes, Angel clutching the Ralts to her chest, not knowing what was going to happen to them. Then Angel looked down and noticed that they were flying toward an old abandoned warehouse. She had seen this warehouse and knew that it was about thirty minutes outside of the city. They angled their flight path toward the entrance to the building and landed within a few seconds. Angel climbed off the Pidgeot, not knowing what was going to happen, then yelped in protest as the Frostlass pushed her toward the door.
"Hey! You're supposed to not even exist!" she protested as she stumbled forward, then she reached a hand out for the door handle, the other clutching the Ralts, and opened the door. She heard the Ralts whimper softly as a puff of purple mist sprayed out from the door as it opened and caught them right in the face. She gasped in surprise as she felt her vision blur and she slumped to the ground, quickly losing conscienceness. She closed her eyes as t
Unlikely 3 Chapter 3xXunovianXx
NOTE: If you're already bored by this point, I'm pretty sure you can fare well without reading this chapter. Skip to chapter four if so.
W… what happened? The last thing I remember us that I was running from a bunch of military guys and got sprayed with some sort of dark gas… and why am I turning…?
My eyes opened to the sight of a white ceiling. Groaning, I heaved myself up, and noted that I was in some sort of hospital room. Beeping and the sounds of medical machines, some futuristic-looking, rang through the air, which had the generic hospital smell to it. The walls were painted a light blue and enclosed a private space for me to rest in, and the white tiles on the floor were squeaky-clean and sanitized by the looks of it.
Left of me was Connor in another, relatively large hospital bed, twiddling his green
C-Sealed in Another Body Chap. 1Chapter 1: Farwell to the PastChicoChikorita
I used to be an average, everyday guy.
But that was before the... incident...
I yawned and stretched as I awoke, slowly clambering out of my bed, grumbling at the
thought of another day of school.
My name is Cecil Moss. I was a typical, nerdy 16 year old guy, around 5'10", with brown hair and green eyes. I had little to no atheletic talents, spending my time instead on video games. I played many types of games, but my favorites by far were the Pokemon games.
I lumbered into the bathroom connected to my bedroom, and started to comb my hair down.
It was at that point when I noticed something off.
My normally dark brown hair was a lighter, more tan-ish color.
"That's odd... I know my hair was blond when I was young, but it's been brown for years
now..." I thought to myself.
I choose to go ahead and ignore it, and go on with the day.
"Good morning..." I yawned to my mother as came upstairs to the living room.
"'Morning..." My mom turned to greet
Military Dog ch.1Military DogVis64
Ch. 1: A New Life
Wow, this has been one hell of a week; between end of school trimesters, packing, and standing out in the hot sun practicing for my final review- or rather, marching in circles with a rifle just so we look good for the parents. I'm Austin Demario Bouche, I also go by the nickname Bobby Bouche, but I would prefer my middle name: Demario. It means gentle in Spanish. I'm a 15 year old male who is a Pokémon fan; my favorite is Riolu. I live in Wisconsin, but this did not happen at home. No; it happened while at military school in Missouri, so close to the end of the year.
It was midnight, and I'd just got finished packing for the end of the school year, and I was stressed. I was just lying in bed with my iPad, checking deviantART. "Night watch should have checked my room by now, but they haven't," I thought. It was kinda strange, but I ignored it. As I was laying there on my back, I felt something strange pushing on my back. I got up to find