Sunday, January 17, 2010

Pokémon: The Golden Apocalypse, Chapter Seven

Red turned the compass a minute amount, and then looked in the direction it pointed. He memorized the farthest visible tree in that direction, intending to use it as a reference point as he continued north. He checked the compass one last time, and as he pocketed it he noticed something was wrong. Nyoromo's tail, which had been flickering irritatingly at the edges of his vision was gone. He felt the top of his head. Though his hair was still moist, the pokémon was gone.
Red froze. The forest was a dangerous place for the Called. Without a pokémon, he was helpless. Viridian did not give second chances. He looked around, hoping the little thing hadn't gotten too far. He hadn't even noticed the absence of its weight.
"Poli!" rang a plaintive cry from just a few yards back. Red tried to move quickly but stealthily, as he wanted to be able to surprise whatever held Nyoromo. "Poliwag!" cried the pokémon again. Red moved behind a tree that he hoped would obscure him from the vision of anything near his poliwag. He slowly leaned sideways to allow his head around the tree.
Nyoromo was bound to a tree by a patch of white thread, nearly covering its entire body. Red could see the webbing move slightly as the creature struggled against it, but it showed no signs of giving way. At the base of the tree was a great larva crawling towards the tree, undulating like a worm near its tail, but crawling on four barbed legs nearer its head. It was three or four feet long, and its tail was weighted with a heavy club-like appendage. It had two large, black eyes that took up most of its head. Between them, a large, two-pronged antenna extended half a foot more, and it waved slightly as the pokémon moved. A small cylinder extended from its face, and from it a wisp of thread hung.
Red moved back behind the tree and slowly opened his bag, struggling not to make a sound. He knew that, despite the fear he felt, he faced only a caterpie, and he should be able to distract it for a short time. He found the item he was looking for and took a deep breath. Holding it, he stepped out from behind the tree just in time to see the caterpie tear a strip of flesh from Nyoromo's head.

12 comments:

Qupar said...

I do not know what to illustrate besides copying and pasting a caterpie. Sorry for deleting this comment i just made, it was an accident.

Elphaba said...

Reogan, why are you so mean to poor little Nyoromo? Gosh, first he has a near-death experience in the water, and now this... :(

Met said...

Why don't the humans develop personal weapons technology capable of harming the Pokemon? Wouldn't projectile weapons, energy weapons, explosive weapons, or something that emits radiation defeat the purpose of needing a Pokemon for protection? I'm just curious here seeing as you know much more about the matter than I do.

Reogan said...

@Qupar: I hope you keep this name now. You could always illustrate the new evil caterpie, or Nyo tied to a tree.

@Elphaba: It's an easy victim, and at least a third of my audience is in love with him, so it means easy drama.

@Met: He isn't quite defenseless, as you will soon see. Pallet does lack a steel smith, thus no swords, and it's not exactly in position to make technology we would call modern, what with the Apocalypse and all.

Elphaba said...

I'm not really in love with him, but I do think he's adorable. :P

Reogan said...

Love enough to make hurting him worthwhile.

Elphaba said...

I won't argue with that.

Met said...

Of all my potentially antagonistic comments that I've put up tonight I still have to admit that I definitely love this series. Keep it up.

Reogan said...

Comments like that will keep this going forever. Or until Red dies horribly because I'm sick of writing the same thing every week. ;)

Met said...

Wow, you know I love the apocalypse when I put something like that up on one of my worst days ever...

Translation:
Reogan; The apocalypse helped save my life in a very dark time. Keep it up!

Reogan said...

Take that comment out of context. It becomes humorous.

I do what I can.

Met said...

Thank you.

It's much appreciated over here.