A Chase pt. 6Dusty was lying on the mat in front of the door when a bang outside woke him up. He lifted his chin off his paws, and perked his ears. His owner was upstairs- after leaving his mate, he had dranks something out of one of the shiny things Dusty wasn't supposed to touch, then he had went upstairs. Sound and light came out of the black box in his room, but, when Dusty went to check on his owner, it seemed as if he wasn't really watching the box at all.
Now, Dusty barked once as another bang from outside made him stand. His ears took in all the sound on the street; the dog barking two houses down, the sound of the strange thing that his female owner used on her fur every once in a while that blew out hot air, the wind, the black box blarring upstairs, and the banging on the porch.
My territory, Dusty thought as his lips pulled back from his teeth. Sounds of movement outside made him bark, and begin to growl. Dusty planned on protecting, not only his territory, but his family in ge
A Nonvince Trainer Story pt. 2"Danica, I'm sure you know that in this world we are surrounded by creatures known as Pokemon. People can catch these amazing creatures in items known as Pokeballs. When caught, a Pokemon will become your friend. It will take time for you two to get used to each, but evenually you will learn to love each other very much," Professor Elm said, smiling down at me. "Now I believe you are ready to handle the responsibility of having your own. Please choose from these three." He handed me a strange device. "And this is a Pokedex. When you encounter a new Pokemon, it'll instantly be recorded in it. You can bring up descriptions, sounds, location where the species can be found. It is really an amazing device."
I looked at the Pokedex, then at the Pokemon I would be choosing from. A Cyndaquil, a Chikorita, and a Totodile all looked up at me, waiting to see who would be chosen. The Cyndaquil looked around, probably worried if it would have to leave its home, its flame burni
A Nonvince Trainer Story"Sis, wake up," my little sister yelled at me. "Wake up. You're going to be late to Mr. Elm's lab."
My eyes slowly opened to see my little sister's blue eyes- just a few shades darker than my own- starring me down with a unapproving expression. This was rather hilarious- she was seven, her hands were on her hips, and she was glaring at me- wait, what did she say?
Crap, I'm late. I thought, as I jumped over my sister and out of bed. She followed me down the stairs, laughing like crazy the whole way.
As I came into the kitchen, Mom gave me a weird look. "Is that a new fashion trend?" she asked, looking pointedly at my body. I looked down. . . Well, you saw my bra and my underwear. . . Nothing else. . . Crap, that's why my sister was laughing. Mom came over and rumpled my blond hair. "Danica, get dressed. You are not going outside in those." We wont get into detail about what kind of underwear I was wearing. . .
After getting dressed, I sat down and looked in the mirror.
A Chase pt. 5I sat in the bedroom with the key in my hand. It was big and made of brass. The bow of the key was the shape of one large heart, with two intertwined hearts inside. It was beautiful.
I had looked to see what was in my hand, then I went upstairs to think.
I called Sam, my best friend, a few hours later. I sat on the couch, my cell in hand, waiting for him to pick up.
"Hey, Sammy. Listen, you mind if I come down for a few days?" I didn't need to say who it was; he'd know.
"No, why? What'd you do?"
"I kinda have a stalker. . ."
Sam laughed. "Wow, a stalker? Well, that's a new one, M. Yeah, I'll be there to pick you up tomorrow." While I'd be with Sam, Raylan would be at the house with Dusty. He thought that if I wasn't here, everything would blow over when Julian realizes I'm gone. It was at least a good idea. And Sam always had an open bed for me. He lived two cities over. But when I had first moved to America, I met him at my new school. He was the first person to accept me the
A Chase pt. 4I watched as Dusty went to the window and began to growl and bark. He had his face right up against the glass, and the sounds came from deep in his throat. It surprised me to hear it coming from him; he always was so docile and sweet.
Then a crash made me jump. Raylan looked at me then at Dusty. He told me to stay here, then got up and opened the front door. Even I saw our peeper running down the road. White hair. . . White hair. Julian.
Raylan stepped aside so Dusty could bolt out the door after him, then both of us followed him. We both heard Julian's yell as our red doberman tackled and wrestled him to the ground. He began to yell at Dusty, in a language that had even Raylan looking at him in confusion. He called Dusty off and the dog sat on his haunches, waiting for another command. Raylan picked Julian up by the collar of his no-longer white button-down and began speaking to him in a quiet but nonetheless deadly voice.
Julian couldn't believe Mike had let the beast attack