The Silver Mountain [Pokémon]

Chapter 19 - Dawn's POV

Hello to all my fans, even though I think I have very few of those. 

I have finished writing this story in my notebook! Now I just have to get all the chapters posted, which probably won't take too long. So expect the rest of the chapters within a week. 

I intended to write a sequel to this story immediately after it was done, but I don't think that's going to happen for a while, considering that I now have two stories that I'm actively working on - my Doctor Who fanfiction and another Pokemon fanfiction that you should really read. I'll start working on it once those are finished.

Whatever. Enjoy this updateyness for now. :D

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I'm a total klutz. Especially in the dark. So I was walking along when I saw a door up ahead. Then I did something really stupid: I walked straight towards it.

Suddenly, I realized that there was no ground below me, and that I was tumbling toward whatever was that far down. I tried to grab for ground, but the ground was too smooth for me to grab at it. Then I felt something grab me and pull me back to level ground. I took a second to be grateful for my life, but that was cut off when Red said, "Don't scream."

I looked at him, surprised. "You spoke."

"It appears so." He grinned.

"But why didn't you say anything before?"

"I had nothing to say."

I crossed my arms. "And now, all of a sudden, you have something to say?"

"Yeah." Why was I thinking of Barry's show again?

"Well, no offense, but I liked you better silent and mysterious."

"Okay. For you, I'll stay silent and mysterious." I couldn't see much in the dim light coming from the door, but I felt him peck me lightly on my cheek.

I felt myself turn bright red like a Magmortar. "Um..." I had to think of a way to turn him down nicely. "Red, you're a nice guy and stuff, but I don't like you like that, if you know what I mean."

"That's all right. Do you like someone else? Is he here? Is it Hibiki? Or are you secretly a lez?"

I smirked. "Good, yes, no, eww, and no, I'm not gay. No hate. And what happened to silent and mysterious?"

"Sorry," he said.

"Don't be sorry, shut up."

Suddenly, I heard footsteps. The thought that it might be someone from the other group crossed my mind, but was quickly snuffed out when a lit torch illuminated the cave and the Rockets behind it.

"Crap," I hissed. "We're screwed."

"Mind explaining who the hell you are?" I caught a glimpse of the speaker's hair. Sure enough, it was blue. Bright blue. I suppressed a gasp.

The last thought I had before his skanky Rocketettes skank-walked up to us and tied our hands behind our hands behind our backs was "I hope he doesn't kill us too."