A Second Chance

Chapter 5

Tears cascaded down Yellow's cheeks. She couldn't seem to stop them. "T-try again, Chuchu", she said, and the little electric mouse shot still more energy at Lance's chest. The attempt was futile, however. He wasn't waking up. No pickachu-powered defibrillator was going to change that.

"Please get up, Lance", Yellow sobbed. She knew she was a mess, but she couldn't help it. She felt like her whole world was shattering around her. 

"Lance!" shouted Yellow. "You can't die!" She leaned down, and not even knowing what she was doing, she entwined her hand with his. . . and kissed him. On the lips. Yellow pulled back abruptly. What was she doing? Lance was dead. 

He was dead. . . and he wasn't coming back. She went to pull her hand away from his, but his hand stiffened and held on. She glanced down, but he still wasn't moving. 

Probably just her imagination, she figured. But it wasn't her imagination. 

Lance's eyelids fluttered, and he gasped in air, frantically tried to make his lungs work again. Yellow pulled him into a sitting position. She'd read somewhere that a more upright position helped with breathing problems. She then patted his back until Lance had his breathing under control again.

He looked at Yellow, his amber eyes holding depths she couldn't even begin to fathom. His hand gently wiped a tear from her cheek. 

"Did you really just kiss me?", he asked. All she could do was nod.

Blue cracked open her eyes cautiously, not wanting her captors to see that she was awake. After Driftblim had picked her and Green up, she had blacked out. It was probably from her fear of bird pokemon, but something might have been done to make her unconscious. 

When Blue saw that she was alone and in a cell, she opened her eyes fully and sat up. There were no windows, so instead, light came from a harsh, blinding row of LEDs placed on the ceiling. 

Blue shivered, and watched as her breath turned into little puffs of steam. As she took in her surroundings, Blue grimaced. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all sterile and white. There wasn't any furniture. She knew where she was. 

Blue was in the lair of the Masked Man. Again. 

Yellow leaned against Lance's  back, clutching tightly to his waist so she wouldn't fall off his Aerodactyl. She knew they were going to see Lance's cousin, but she didn't know who that was, or where his cousin lived. All she knew was that Lance was okay, so everything would turn out fine now. 

As the two of them soared over the region, Yellow started to get a feeling like she'd never had before. There was just her and Lance, no one else. It was just the two of them, together. Aerodactyl flew through a cloud, so Yellow buried her face against Lance's cape until they were out of it. 

Eventually, Yellow drifted off to sleep, still holding onto Lance tightly. 

Aerodactyl landed, and Lance gently shook Yellow awake. The two of them walked inside a large building. 

"Where are we?" asked Yellow. 

"At my cousin's gym", Lance replied.

A girl slightly older than Yellow greeted them as they entered the gym. She had blue hair, and a cape somewhat similar to Lance's. 

"Who's this, Lance?" she questioned, gesturing toward Yellow.

"Clair, meet Yellow. Yellow, this is my cousin, Clair." he said, introducing them to each other.

"Hi", Yellow said, smiling at Clair. 

Clair seemed to consider something, then smiled mischievously at Lance and Yellow. 

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend, Lance", she said, smirking. Yellow blushed, and Lance frowned at his cousin. 

"As you can see, Clair isn't the most tactful of conversationalists", Lance explained to Yellow, ignoring his cousin's gibe. 

Clair smiled and led them down a hallway. "The guest rooms are right this way", she said. "Yellow, you can have this one, and Lance, this one's your's." She couldn't resist poking fun at them again, however. "Unless you'd like to share a room. . . "

"No!" Lance and Yellow answered simultaneously. 

Green groaned, and slowly stood up, stretching. So this was his cell. Wow. Someone needed a better decorator. 

There was no furniture, and the only light source was a row of bright lights along the ceiling. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all white, reflecting the harsh light into his eyes and causing him to wince. The air was cold enough for him to see his breath. 

There was a commotion outside the thick white panel that served as a door. Green looked up, and watched as a man wearing a creepy looking mask walked into the room. 

Green knew who this was from Blue. The Masked Man.

"Did you lose your cane, Pryce?" he asked innocently. 

"Funny, Green. Very funny. But guess who the prisoner here is?" Pryce replied. 

"You're being used by Agatha and Lorelei, and I'm in a cell. I wonder. . . seems like that would be both of us", Green knew that being too cocky could prove unsafe, but the man just laughed. 

"Oho, you've got spirit all right. It will be fun to break you. . . but only after Agatha's had her turn."

His words shouldn't have scared Green, but they did, just a bit. Perhaps it was the mask. That certainly added to the overall creepiness of the situation. Regardless, Green knew he had to stay on top of the conversation. 

"Why did you come here, to taunt me?" Green asked. 

"Oh no, I just wanted to welcome you to my lair. And with that, I'll let Agatha and Lorelei start their work", he said, exiting the room. In his place, Lorelei entered. 

She closed the door behind her, and brought out her Wevile. 

"Now then", said the ice-type trainer, "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It's up to you, Green."

Yellow lay back on the soft bed Clair had provided her with. She wondered how she and Lance would find her friends, let alone rescue them. For being as tired as she was, it was incredibly hard for her to get to sleep. 

She though about Lance, and all her worries faded into the background. There were plenty of bridges for them to cross, but they would do it together, and they still had yet to reach those bridges in the first place. 

Yellow closed her eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep. 

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