AND SO! THE LONG-AWAITED - *epically shot*
Okay, whatever. I went in a writing frenzy today, and here's most of what I wrote. I'm slowly coming toward the end of this monster. (This is the longest thing I've written, lemme alone D<)
*DRUM ROLL PLZ*
Read n' Review if you'd be so kind.
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“Tch,” the boy scoffed. “This one’s female.”
Sexist bastard.“IV’s aren’t too bad though.”
Yay. I was sitting on some table in a small building, the boy in front of me with that red machine in hand. He had checked each of us individually, calling us out of those spherical contraptions one-by-one, and we had been divided into three groups: those with “AWESOME!” Eye-Vees, “Decent” Eye-Vees”, and “Worthless” Eye-Vees. Apparently, I became one of those in the Decent group. Gan hadn’t been tried yet.
There was a window behind the boy, and as he was pressing something on the device I gazed out of the glass. We were still in a mountainous terrain, as I could see from the rocky earth and some patches of grass. We couldn’t have been too far from our home. The sun still shone brightly, and there was still a thin layer of fog. I was interrupted from my thoughts when the boy apparently didn’t approve of something.
“Calm nature?! Some useful Pokémon you’re supposed to be.”
Bite me. Prinplup, standing in a corner with its wings crossed and attempting to look cool, raised its head to glare at me. I sneered at it. Its glare didn’t falter.
“What’re you looking at, you idiot?” That seemed to get to him. He narrowed his eyes and uncrossed his wings, then took a few steps in my direction.
“Hold on, Prinplup, don’t attack them.” His Trainer had spoken. Maybe the boy wasn’t quite as bad as I thought.
“Wait until I get rid of the useless ones.”
Well, there went that idea.
But nevertheless, Prinplup backed off and muttered what I assumed to be curses under his breath. He glared at me once more, then retreated back to his original position. I growled softly in victory.
Shortly after, however, I was whisked back into the red and white ball, and my connection to the outside world was severed.
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Some length of time had passed when I again felt the warm earth under my feet, because the sky was painted gold, pink, and orange from the rays of the setting sun. The clouds were gathered towards the west, surrounding the giant mass of light. Darkness crept up from the opposite side of the mountains.
Looking around, I noticed many of the other Bagon around me, seemingly as confused as I was. We were right outside of the building that we had been checked in. I was the last one to be freed, and I turned to face the boy like my group had. His face was one of pure malice, and he crossed his arms angrily.
“You,” he indicated all of us, “are the ones that aren’t good enough for me to raise. You’re all worthless, or at least close to it. You’ll never be strong enough for me, so just crawl back to your little caves and stay there.”
With horror, I noticed Gan wasn’t among us. The others seemed to realize as well and discovered that two other Bagon weren’t there as well. I glanced towards the small building, and a flash of bright green caught my eye through the window. Gan stood there, on what I didn’t know, along with the two missing Bagon. Even from the distance, I could see the fear shining in her eyes. Three of us, who have known nothing but our simple lives, were now stuck…no,
trapped with this boy. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. The boy noticed and smirked.
“Oh yeah, and since there were a couple of you that didn’t completely suck, I’m keeping those two friends of yours. And that shiny. I was actually lucky enough to get one that would be strong.” He unfolded his arms. “Now for the rest of you, scram, you worthless pieces of trash!” He reached toward what I assumed to be Prinplup’s capsule. My assumption was proved to be correct when once again, the penguin appeared in a familiar flash of light. Seeing that its Trainer gave no indication on what it should do, it took free reign; Prinplup smirked and raised a shining fin in preparation for a Metal Claw. Most of us jumped and, with a terrified cry, darted away toward the safety of the fog and mountains. The ones who stayed, including our leader and myself, leapt backwards but did not run off immediately. We growled in unison and briskly walked away. I turned back, however, to glance one more time at my best friend. She was crestfallen, as were the two beside her, and her expression tore at my heart. I would have rather died a hundred times over than to have seen that painstakingly hurt and sorrowful expression on her face.
Reluctantly, and with streams of tears cascading from my eyes, I turned away and slowly headed for home.
But it wouldn’t be true home anymore. Not for the ones not chosen.
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NO, I am NOT done. There's still a bit left after this.
....Now that I'm posting it, it looks a LOT shorter DX
I feel I didn't describe enough or fluently, so if you could point out any and all mistakes, that would be lovely and cookie-worthy.
-FS
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~Thanks to RS and HK for the epic banners~Cause we all know I can't do anything like these.
Subject: Re: The Ones Not Chosen 
Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:54 am
