What in tarnation is going on over here? A Pokemon? In the flesh (more like in the gas)? The sort of magical being that only existed in a game that I used to play? Maybe I’m hallucinating after all. That’s right, so far the thought never occurred to me but what if this has all been a bad dream. I mean, it has to be right? Since when did Pokemon actually exist.
But the next moment I wish I swallowed back those thoughts, and I mean that quite literally.
“Haunter, use Lick.”
The gas-upped freak of a Pokemon then proceeded to shove his gigantic tongue down my throat, robbing me of my ability to breath and scream.
Cold. That was my first thought, it felt like my entire body was freezing up, from the inside out. And then came the nausea, the disgust, and then the acceptance. It felt like the thing was sucking my life force away, little by little. And I could do nothing but gag and tremble in response.
I almost passed out before Mr. M gave the thing orders to back off.
I fell face flat onto the floor, hugging it for its warmth, like someone that was just pulled out of the arctic ocean with only a wet towel to dry off with.
My body wouldn’t stop shaking though, whatever life essence that thing took from me, I get the feeling that I’ve just lost it for good.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing!? We need the goods to be at least usable afterwards.” The voice of one angry Mr. Burley-Hands could be heard faintly in the background.
“Now, that is no way to talk to a superior. Relax, we’ve got plenty more to replace her, although it would be quite a shame to see such a pretty face go.” Mr. M didn’t seem concerned at all by the fact that he almost murdered a child.
“Mr. Blue wouldn’t like it if we damaged his merchandise. And plus, we need her to tell us the whereabouts of Project:M2 first!” Mr. BH sounded agitated, nervous even, at the mention of this Mr. Blue and the project.
“Tsk, I’ll figure something out later.”
I mustered all the strength I had left in an attempt to flop over for a better view at the perpetrators. But all I saw were the backs of their silver and black uniforms walking away from me. The only remarkable piece of information I managed to grab was the logo on the back of their jackets, which looked like a phoenix spreading its wings towards the sky. Then I passed out again for the second time in the same day.
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Where… am I…?
This place… I… I remember it.
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In the small room where the walls and ceiling were painted pale blue, a black writing desk stood directly in front of me. On top it was a lamp, some papers and a few writing utensils. It was the writing desk in my room.
No, it was the old room that I used to live in, during my middle school period.
Suddenly, the door opened without any warning, revealing the face of someone I haven’t seen in ages.
Mom..!
I turned around to look at her, she was exactly how I remembered: Beautiful, charming, dignified. I tried to speak except I couldn’t utter a single sound, much less words.
“You’re in middle school now, you should put more effort into studying and less into… you know, these kind of stuff.” Her voice had the same gentle tone to it as I followed her gaze downwards.
In my grasp laid a game console, the pixels still flashing away.
“But this is my dream, it’s what I feel like doing! I’ll be going pro after this as well, and be the best there is!” I spoke out, although it felt more like my mouth was opening on its own.
I get it now, this is a flashback, a memory, a regret.
This conversation… I still remember it like it was yesterday. At the time, my unripe teen self really did feel like I could’ve been the best, that I could’ve made a career out of playing games.
But almost immediately I remembered how the next part of the conversation went and braced myself for it.
“I SAID PUT IT AWAY!” She snapped. The woman that seemed so gentle and caring has finally reached her limit.
We fought over the game console, tears and all.
“YOU! WHY CAN’T YOU EVER ACHIEVE A SINGLE DAMN THING IN YOUR LIFE? YOU’RE THE SON OF A DOCTOR FOR FUCK’S SAKE. AND HERE YOU SIT WASTING YOUR LIFE AWAY, IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR BRAIN?”
My mother wasn’t normal. Underneath all that tenderness lied a psycho. I came to realize later that she never loved me as a son. I was more of a tool for her, something to show off to, something to gather fame with.
“Why the hell are you crying? I’m the one that’s being hurt here.” Her face that I once found so beautiful became snarled with disgust, “being hurt at how much a fucking disappointment you are.”
But why show me this now of all times? Wait… what was I doing again? Oh right… just got throat fucked by a Pokemon…
Heh, never in my life did I imagine this to be how I meet my end…
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“We… much time left…. need…”
“I know… but… we still have that other brat.”
My pupils contracted and expanded to adjust to the darkness. I took in a shaky breath and to my surprise, I was still alive.
It seems the villains were discussing something outside, the exact contents of the conversation couldn’t be heard but one thing was clear.
I need to get the hell out of here.
I thought I didn’t care about anything anymore. But the snippets of my life I saw flashing before my eyes, it filled me with an unknown feeling. My blood was boiling and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Is it… fear?
No, it was something far more intense. It was rage.
My desire to prove myself capable, my desire to rise to the top, to become the best there is. Along with it the desire to live rekindled once more within me.
There’s no way I’m dying in a basement blindfolded like some animal when I’m offered a perfect chance like this to start over with. Speaking of which, where is the blindfold?
It was the first time I’ve been able to make out the “basement” I was kept in since my capture. The windows were barred with wooden planks but allowed for some light to pass through. The room itself was barely furnished with crates lined up in one corner and empty food cans laying just about everywhere.
Something seemed strange with the window though, it seemed unusually round with bolts secured tightly all around it. The light that shone through had an abnormally blue tinge to it as well.
I wriggled my way towards the barred-up glass and what I saw through the cracks made my heart sink, and quite literally at that.
I was on the bottom layer of a ship, that may or may not have been sailing away from the shore at top speeds.