[COLOR="Green"]Brox raced through the bloody room to the nearest window. He pried at the window, attempting to open it. Crobat nudged his shoulder, urging him to turn around. Upon looking back, he saw that the Chansey had made it over the table and was entering the room.
"Crap," Brox thought, "I have to get out of here."
He looked around, and had an idea. Brox rushed over and picked up a piece of the broken equipment. Hoisting it with all his strength, he moved towards the window. "Out of the way!" he yelled to his Crobat, as he swung the debris into the glass. It shattered, causing glass to spill out onto the floor. "Head out," he told Crobat, letting it go first. He looked back as the Chansey got closer, and then sighed and slid out the window. On the way out, he scraped his arm on a piece of the remaining glass.
"Ahrg..." he winced, looking down at the wound. He looked back inside the Pokemon Center, seeing the Chansey begin reaching the window. "No way I can go back in there to find a band-aid." He ran around to the side of the center, to avoid being seen while he fixed himself up. He opened his bag and pulled out a roll of toilet paper he kept with him at all times, in case of emergencies. He quickly wrapped his arm, doing his best to keep the wound sealed. In the end, it ended up leaving most of the paper bloody, but it kept him from bleeding out onto the floor.
Having recovered from the shock and the wound, Brox peered around the corner. He decided that he needed to get out of the town as fast as he could, because whatever was happening here, he couldn't do anything to stop it. He motioned to Crobat to fly across to the next building and check if there was anyone around. Crobat soared over and sat on the roof of the Pokemon Gym. Brox nodded at it, and Crobat nodded back at him. He quickly raced across the town noticing a few other people and pokemon wandering around, like the ones he had previously seen. After making it behind the Gym, he quickly caught his breath and looked back around the corner. None of them had seen him, thankfully.
Turning back around, there was a man standing in front of him, holding a bat above his head, ready to strike.
After the split second it took for his eyes to adjust, Brox noticed who it was. Gary Oak, the Viridian Gym Leader. Brox raised his arm up, hoping to stop Gary from hitting him.
"Oh, Brox. I thought you were one of them," Gary said, lowering the bat to his chest. "What are you doing back here? I thought you went off to challenge the Johto League."
"I did," Brox said, thankful that Gary hadn't smashed his head in. "I didn't manage to beat the Elite Four, but I came close." Brox snapped out of the reminiscing and returned to the matter at hand. "So what the hell is going on here?"
"No idea," Gary said as he put the bat down. "My Grandpa phoned up and said that something went wrong with something he was researching, but before he could tell me what, the video cut out. I was actually planning to go see him soon."
"Damn," Brox said, raising his other arm behind his head to scratch it and think. "What the hell are we going to do?"
Gary's eyes grew wide. He stared at the bloody wrapping on Brox's arm. "One of them got you!" he shouted. His hand instantly reached to his waist and grabbed a pokeball. "I'm not going to let you get me like they got the rest of my Gym!" he screeched. "Arcanine, GO!"
With a flash of red light, the majestic creature appeared before them. It slowly lifted it's head, and stared straight into Brox's eyes. It growled menacingly and scratched the ground a bit. "Get him!" Gary called to it.
"pomegranate," Brox thought, as he reached down to his belt. He wouldn't have the time to explain.
( And screw you Corn. You posted your reviews right before me. :< )[/COLOR]
"Crap," Brox thought, "I have to get out of here."
He looked around, and had an idea. Brox rushed over and picked up a piece of the broken equipment. Hoisting it with all his strength, he moved towards the window. "Out of the way!" he yelled to his Crobat, as he swung the debris into the glass. It shattered, causing glass to spill out onto the floor. "Head out," he told Crobat, letting it go first. He looked back as the Chansey got closer, and then sighed and slid out the window. On the way out, he scraped his arm on a piece of the remaining glass.
"Ahrg..." he winced, looking down at the wound. He looked back inside the Pokemon Center, seeing the Chansey begin reaching the window. "No way I can go back in there to find a band-aid." He ran around to the side of the center, to avoid being seen while he fixed himself up. He opened his bag and pulled out a roll of toilet paper he kept with him at all times, in case of emergencies. He quickly wrapped his arm, doing his best to keep the wound sealed. In the end, it ended up leaving most of the paper bloody, but it kept him from bleeding out onto the floor.
Having recovered from the shock and the wound, Brox peered around the corner. He decided that he needed to get out of the town as fast as he could, because whatever was happening here, he couldn't do anything to stop it. He motioned to Crobat to fly across to the next building and check if there was anyone around. Crobat soared over and sat on the roof of the Pokemon Gym. Brox nodded at it, and Crobat nodded back at him. He quickly raced across the town noticing a few other people and pokemon wandering around, like the ones he had previously seen. After making it behind the Gym, he quickly caught his breath and looked back around the corner. None of them had seen him, thankfully.
Turning back around, there was a man standing in front of him, holding a bat above his head, ready to strike.
After the split second it took for his eyes to adjust, Brox noticed who it was. Gary Oak, the Viridian Gym Leader. Brox raised his arm up, hoping to stop Gary from hitting him.
"Oh, Brox. I thought you were one of them," Gary said, lowering the bat to his chest. "What are you doing back here? I thought you went off to challenge the Johto League."
"I did," Brox said, thankful that Gary hadn't smashed his head in. "I didn't manage to beat the Elite Four, but I came close." Brox snapped out of the reminiscing and returned to the matter at hand. "So what the hell is going on here?"
"No idea," Gary said as he put the bat down. "My Grandpa phoned up and said that something went wrong with something he was researching, but before he could tell me what, the video cut out. I was actually planning to go see him soon."
"Damn," Brox said, raising his other arm behind his head to scratch it and think. "What the hell are we going to do?"
Gary's eyes grew wide. He stared at the bloody wrapping on Brox's arm. "One of them got you!" he shouted. His hand instantly reached to his waist and grabbed a pokeball. "I'm not going to let you get me like they got the rest of my Gym!" he screeched. "Arcanine, GO!"
With a flash of red light, the majestic creature appeared before them. It slowly lifted it's head, and stared straight into Brox's eyes. It growled menacingly and scratched the ground a bit. "Get him!" Gary called to it.
"pomegranate," Brox thought, as he reached down to his belt. He wouldn't have the time to explain.
( And screw you Corn. You posted your reviews right before me. :< )[/COLOR]