STEViE

(Note: This story is written in Stevie/STEViE's point of view.)

Chapter 1: The Cry

   Something was off. The uncharacteristic cold, the constant storms, sometimes even hail. It was the middle of summer and temperatures had taken a nose dive into the upper thirties. Some people speculated that the end was near. Even I was beginning to suspect that the world was on its deathbed. Despite the abnormal cold, there were some days that were suddenly blistering hot. People would emerge from their houses bundled up from head to toe and realize that it was almost one hundred degrees.

   I turned on my computer to check the weather. Fortunately, the news was streamed live from the website so I could be informed of other happenings as well. I was getting the latest news on traffic when the video cut to black. I sighed. Possibly the odd weather patterns had messed up the signal. But then something peculiar happened. I heard a voice, it sounded unnatural, almost robotic. I barely made out what it was saying. It sounded like something along the lines of "We have it. Fear us now, you will be in our grasp." I was just beginning to ponder about what "it" could possibly be when a sharp roar slashed through the air.

   I clamped my hands over my ears. The roar was almost deafening. Something was very, very wrong. I grabbed my Pokeballs and attached them to the clips on my belt in case I needed to defend myself. I made my way outside. People all across the neighborhood were standing in their front yards wondering what had just demolished their eardrums. The cry sounded once again. It was longer and more drawn out this time. I began to charge down the street and follow the terrible screeching, holding my hands to my ears while running.

  I was close now, the roar was so loud I could feel it. The ground rumbled beneath my feet. I came to the source of the sound, a rusty door built inside of a steep hill. I knew that this place had once been a last resort shelter for bombings, but there was some odd renovation going on in it recently. But how could renovation make such a horrible commotion? I tried to open the door, but to no avail. I knew I had to open it somehow. I decided to use my Steelix to bash down the door. I released my Steelix from his ball and ordered him to break down the door. After a quick headbutt, the door had been destroyed.

  After praising my Steelix and recalling him into his Pokeball, I ran into the old bunker. The cries were quieter now. I ran down a flight of stairs and came into a spacious, brightly lit room. I couldn't believe what I saw standing in the center of the room. It couldn't be, but it was. It was the legendary Lugia. Nodes had been attached all over its body. Its legs and wings were bound by chains. There were obvious injuries covering its body.

  "Who are you?" demanded an anguished voice.

   "I am Stevie, Steve if you prefer." I answered as calmly as possible.

   "This is a top secret experiment, this is none of your business. Promise to get out of here and I may leave you alone."

  "I believe you have Lugia, haven't you heard laws were passed so that no one could capture a legendary Pokémon?"

  "We don't live by the law."

  "I'll just have to release Lugia by force then."

  I rushed over to Lugia and began to tear the nodes off its body. I heard the man yelling behind me.

  "Alright, hurry up and active the machine! Lugia will rid us of this intruder!"

  I looked over in the man's direction and saw a small camera like object appear from the wall. A mechanical voice began to speak.

   "Firing in 20..."

   I rushed, trying to free Lugia from its chains and nodes. If I could free it, maybe it would trust me enough to allow me to ride its back.

  "19..."

   I felt adrenaline course through me.

  "18..."

   Lugia was starting to become uncooperative.

  "17..."

  I decided to worry about the nodes later and focus on removing the chains.

  "16..."

  I always carried a bobby pin with me in case I ever needed to pick a lock, and this time it was extremely useful.

  "15..."

  I had picked only a single lock that was holding the chains together, and there were a lot more to go.

  "14..."

  I was fumbling.

  "13..."

  "12..."

   Some of the locks were taking more time to pick.

   "11..."

  I didn't have time.

  "10..."

  Each second that ticked down made me feel closer to death.

  "9..."

  "8..."

   I realized I won't be able to pick all the locks in time.

  "7..."

  "6..."

  No.

  "5..."

  "4..."

  This is it.

   "3..."

   "2..."

   Goodbye.

   "1..."

    All I saw was a purple beam of light coming right at me, then there was nothing.

    I'm alive, I can feel it. There's something soft below me. I feel something on my face. I want to move, but I can't. I don't know where I am. I can't open my eyes. I feel a bit numb. Am I asleep? Am I dreaming? I want to wake up. I feel myself drifting off again. I don't fight it, I let myself sleep.