Pokemon: Book One: The Dark Hearted

Chapter Twelve ~ Jewels In The Trees

    Aurora POV

    The truck had been moving for a while, and I've been slid into the wall so many times by the careless drivers. The ropes that made up the net seemed to have some sort of magic to it, because no matter what I tried, it wouldn't come loose or break.

    I tried using Psybeam, but I loaded it with too much power and it backfired on me, turning the ends of my fur black. Whimpering, I struggled to use my inner Psychic powers, but managed to see through the back of the truck with my Inner Eye, as I like to call it.

    We had left the field already, and now we were driving through a path in a thick bushy forest. I gazed through the layers and layers of leaves above me, trying to spot the sun, but it was too dark. It could be nighttime for all I know.

    My furry ears swiveled as we ventured further into the forest. I could hear noises... Squeaks, growls, faded roars, from somewhere up ahead. My stomach clenched in fear. Where were they taking me?

    I stared at the trees above me. Something had just glimmered.

    There it was again...

    Suddenly the leaves were dancing with lights and shimmers, and I realized that they were black, white, and pink jewels, all strung together in an endless string, looped through the trees so that they shimmered when lights were set upon it. I wondered briefly if the men that kidnapped me worked for Liana.

    They probably did.

    We were looking for Liana... Is that a good thing or a bad thing...?

    The truck spluttered and shook as the drivers slowed down. I tried to see what was happening, but it was kind of difficult when you were tangled in a net and in the the back of a truck.

    "What's the darned password again?" Came one voice.

    "Why do you think I'm gonna remember? Liana changes it like, every minute! It's always something like 'Legendary' or 'Mew'."

    "The password is Darkrai," came the third irritated voice. "Seriously, you two."

    "Sorry, Mack," snapped the first voice. "Darkrai!"

    There was a pause, and then a grinding noise. I wondered what in the world was making that noise in the middle of the forest.

    All of a sudden, it stopped. Then the truck started up again and drove forward.

    From the back of the truck, I saw that we passed under a metal doorway into a silver tunnel, about twice as tall as the truck, it's surface gleaming. I whimpered in fear as I heard the metallic grinding of the door closing shut. Fortunately, there were pale lights dotting the sides of the tunnel to light out path. After a few seconds the shiny metal morphed into a rough, gray surface, now lit by torches, and I realized in surprise we had entered a cave.

Eventually the tight walls spread out as we entered an enormous cavern. I had an intake of breath.

The cave had to be at least forty feet tall. An assortment of Pokemon such as Zubats and Spiniracks were clinging to the ceiling and the walls, unbothered by the amount of humans striding about on the ledges and slipping in and out of doors that led to who knows where. One thing I noticed was that every single human was wearing black and white.

And every one of them had a sickeningly similar Pokeball symbol on the back of it.

The truck was parked in a wide area with many other trucks an jeeps. The three men got out of the front, and the first two men grabbed my nets and hauled it up. I barked angrily, writhing.

"Look at how the ends of her fur are black," the second man smirked. "She tried to break the net. Pokemon are stupid."

They walked through a neon pink door, and I noticed that there was a long line of doors on the walls, all of different colors- pink, red, yellow, green, blue, light blue, brown, gray, white, and black.

There was a long hallway, and they stepped into the room at the end of it.

What I saw made my heart stop beating.

Pokemon.

Pokemon were everywhere.

Chained to the walls, to the floor, to the ceiling.

And they were all Psychic types, like me.