For Lack of a Better Name - Ch. 1

(<Text>) = Narrator's thoughts
Pokéuman Story 2

Hi, my name is Toby Lamar Pilmin. It's been four years since the events my friends and I went through; and now I've decided to put it all into words, before I'm brainwashed in three days... and forget 'everything'. Well, I find the best place to start is the beginning, before 'everything' happened.

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Tap, tap, tap. "Toby." Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. "Toby! Psst, Toby!"
I awoke with a jolt. Something was coming from the window.

"Who's there?" I asked, with a tired yawn.

"It's me, Ben, open up."

I got up and walked over to the window, and opened it.

"Dude, it's," I looked at my alarm clock, "three o'clock in the morning. What's wrong?"
I walked over to the light switch to turn on the lights, but just as I was about to turn on the lights, Ben slammed into me, knocking me to floor.

"Dude! What the heck!" I shouted.

"Don't turn on the lights." Ben insisted.

"Well, why not?"

"Please, just… don't."

"Fine, but you have to tell me what's going on." I bargained, as I got off my bedroom floor.

"Alright, fine, but you won't believe me."

"Try me."

We walked over to my bed, and sat down. It was too dark to see his face, so now I'm wondering why he wouldn't let me turn on the lights.

"I had a dream before I came over, and-" Ben tried to finish his sentence, but I cut him off."Is this what this is about, a dream?" I question/whined. "Come on man…"

"Can you let me finish," He commanded/asked. "I had this dream before I came over, and in it I was having all these aches and pain. I looked down at my feet, and my toes started to morph into three toes, also my feet and legs – slowly, but surely – started turning lime green." He paused before beginning again. "Then, a cage appeared around me, you know, like in cartoons, were it starts out as a net, and then it closes on them and forms a cube. Well that happened, then scientists appeared around the cage, and started poking and prodding me with syringes, filling me with every drug known to man. Once they were done…" He zoned completely out of it at this point.

"Hey! Ben," I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Earth to Ben."  It seemed to work. He snapped back into reality by shaking his head.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized, a little depressed. "And once they were done, a Mewtwo appeared in front of me, stuck out its three pronged hand that had a strong, pinkish-purple colored energy coming from it, but before he could do anything, I screamed and woke up in bed screaming." He started to shake from remembering the events.

"I'm sure it was just a dream," I said, reassuring him. "Also, what's a Mewtwo?"
He looked at me, and snickered,"Mewtwo's a legendary Pokémon. It's just… everything seemed so vivid, like it was actually happening."

(I forgot to mention, I'm not that fond of Pokémon. I tried to get into the games, but they bored me too much. But my two friends, Ben and Andrea, are major Pokémon fans. There's nothing they don't know about it.)

"Well, Pokémon aren't real, so you shouldn't worry," I told him.

"That's what I thought," he said, sounding even more depressed.

"What do you mean?" I said, confused.

"Turn on your light, but don't freak out," he said.

I walked over to the light switch, and wondered what could be bothering him. I flipped on the light switch, did a 180 degree turn, and then backed into the door in amazement. I tried to speak, but nothing came out.

"When I woke up," Ben began, "I pulled off my blanket, and saw these." I was staring at Ben's green legs and three-toed, green feet.

At first I couldn't believe my eyes, but then a strange feeling came over me, and I became relaxed and blank faced.

"Toby, you ok?" Ben asked.

I felt fine, but I had a strong urge to yell, 'You're one of them,' but why?
"You're…," I began.

"I'm what?" Ben asked, confused.

Why do I have this sudden urge, "You're one of them," I said quietly, staring at the floor.

"I'm one of what?" Ben asked, even more confused.

I looked up, and looked him straight in the eye, "You're one of them!!!" I shouted, in a sudden surge of anger, but snapped back into reality when I heard the slamming at the door.

"Where is he?!" My father yelled, in between the bangings'.

"What did I just do?" I rhetorically asked.

"You freaked out, that's what happened!" Ben yelled, freaking out. (Such a hypocrite he was.)

"Come on, let's get out of here," I said.

"How?" Ben stupidly asked.

"Duh. Same way you got here," I said. He just looked at me dumbfounded. "The window."

"Ooohhh. Good plan," He said, finally getting it.

We ran to the window, and quickly opened it. As we just got through the window, my dad busted down the door, not knowing it was unlocked, and said in a maniacal voice, "Here's Daddy!" My bedroom was on the 2nd story of my house, so jumping would be a 10-15 foot drop. Ben jumped down with ease, probably because he's half Pokémon, but I tumbled as soon as I hit the ground, which was hard not soft.

After I recovered from the fall, a white van pulled up to the curb with a screech coming from the tires. The doors burst open from it, and out came 8 men with guns and spray bottles. They were also armed with smoke and flash grenades.

"Go to the creek," I whispered to him as we got up and started to run.

"Hard, or easy way?" Ben asked.

"Hard, and if I get captured, you keep running," I said, before I couldn't speak anymore, "There after you not me."He nodded, and we ran into the woods towards the creek. Hoping none of us would get captured.