Ready for grade. =)
This is what happens when I'm not writing my part of the collab story I'm doing wih Bryce: I dig up a plot I had written back in November and write it out. =o
A Headache is the Solution!
“So you see, Megan, that is how an Eevee’s body reacts and I’ll show you right now.”
In a flash of white and yellow, the twenty-year-old practically threw herself on the metal table and ripped the brown fox from her colleague’s arms. The Eevee, who had turned a deathly while throughout the conversation, whimpered and dug her head into Megan’s white lab coat that stretched from her neck to her ankles. The blonde straightened and allowed herself back on her two feet, forest-green eyes glaring at the man across the table.
The older man, by five years, smiled crookedly. When he turned his head to the sapphire stone in his hand, the hazelnut hair on his head that was pulled into a short ponytail shaking, he commented, “Aww, shucks, and I really wanted a neat Vaporeon, too.”
Seeing the smirk in his cyan eyes, Megan frowned at Luke, holding Eevee closer to her.
“I get it, I was wrong,” she told him, petting the small Pokemon’s head lovingly. Brown and tan fur that stood on end now went back to their smooth texture and frightened, amber eyes now began to close as soothing words filled her diamond-shaped ears. Once the mammal with the cream-tipped tail and beige mane was settled in the crook of her arms, Megan continued, “You don’t have to take it out on poor Amethyst here, though.”
Luke shrugged innocently and pocketed the Water Stone in the right pocket of his own lab coat. With the air of an almighty ruler, he closed the notebook in front of him and picked it up. “I was simply going to elaborate my point farther but I see you got the point.” The nonchalant words left his lips charmingly.
Megan continued to scowl and with a turn of her heel that made her chin-length hair rustle, she began to leave the room. Gray walls that seemed to reflect her mood were passed and overhead lights above illuminated her path. The constant beeping of computers and monitors propped up on desks and tables did not bother her, her steps on the beige tiles muffled by her tennis shoes.
Megan Wood exited the room and entered a long corridor almost as long as the building. The wooden walls was a comforting change to the steel-gray colors of the main lab room, mahogany doors being passed on either side, each with a golden nameplate that stated whose room it was. Unfortunately, she could not enjoy this change in environment for she was still seething over the embarrassing blunder that had occurred back there.
Ever since she arrived at Saffron’s Center of Pokemon Science six months ago, she had been embarrassed by a handful of older scientists who just loved to see her squirm. If she conducted an experiment, they would mention several, factual reason why it would not work. If she conducted research for a certain Pokemon, the others would do more and get it done quicker simply to spite her. No matter what she did, they did it better and faster. It wasn’t her fault, she barely gotten out of college and was still shaky at handling real experiments in real labs.
I guess they waited for a newbie like me to come along to have their fun,
she thought bitterly, gripping Amethyst closer to her body. I wouldn’t put it past them if they were the reason that the position I took was open for so long.
As she promised to herself that she would prove that she could take these bullies by the horns and show them that she was not going to back down, she felt her right foot collide with something hard. Soon, her body was sent forward and a high-pitched yelp escaped her throat, soon accompanied by Amethyst’s yip of fright. Instinctively, she detached a hand from the grip that held the fox kit and planted it firmly to the wall next to her. With the right wall now supporting her, she pulled her back and firmly stood on the hardwood floor.
“Luke told you, didn’t he?” Megan snapped at the figure who was straightening from his crouched position behind the wall. The lanky male, long tufts of strawberry-blonde hair falling over his ever mischievous brown eyes, shot the young scientist a toothy smile.
“Well he told me even after I snuck in while he was demonstrating how smart he is,” Alex said offhandedly, the way he moved making the lab coat he wore that seemed two sizes too big for him shake noisily. Megan knew that he could be as quiet as a wary Rattata when he wanted to, though.
“Don’t you have something better to do than to make stalk me around?” she asked as she kicked the foot that made her trip. Alex did not wince; he merely leaned against the wall that had helped Megan seconds ago.
“Nope, I’m all yours,” Alex responded with a cheeky grin that Megan wanted to punch off. The female simply petted the Eevee who was ready to jump off and run to a safer place and made her way around the egotistical male down the corridor that intercepted the one she was on. Alex turned and matched every step that she made behind her, knowing it would frustrate her to no end. When Megan reached her own room in the building moments later, she whirled to face Aelx so fast that the young man actually jumped in shock.
“You know, I will show all of you that I can become a great scientist,” she growled at him, eyes flashing beneath her short bangs. “And not just someone that can you make fun of at a daily basis.”
Alex had regained his composure and though he was a few inches shy of Megan’s 5’8, he still met her in the eyes. A grin split his face as he said, “You know you will always be the little oddball, little Meg.”
With a disgusted ’hmph!’, Megan turned around and entered her room; the slam of the polished door could be heard ringing in the corridor like a Loudred’s battle cry. For a moment, Megan leaned against her door, breathing slowly so as to get the blood that rushed madly in her veins to calm down. Her face, that had grown a light salmon from the anger and frustration she felt, soon gave away to her naturally pale skin. She no longer held her jaw tightly and the grip on Amethyst loosened. When the Eevee felt this, she wiggled in Megan’s arms and soon was freed to the carpeted floor below.
The young woman now opened her eyes to see the comfy room the facility provided for her. The room was a rich brown from the floor that was covered in an emerald carpet to the walls that held many pictures of her family and herself. A bookshelf with three rows of leather-bound books was beside an inflated bed she used whenever she wanted to stay the night due to her research To the far left of the room was a good-sized desk that had compartments both beside her chair and on the top platform where her lamp was situated.
Megan followed Amethyst to her desk that was currently littered with papers and books. The fox immediately went to the cotton Pokemon bed under while the intellect let herself collapse on the swivel chair that was as old as she was. Putting a hand on her forehead, she rifled through the mounds of papers and swatted away the pens and pencils she was too lazy to put back.
“Uggh, these notes are completely useless since Luke disproved them,” she told nobody in particular. With one hand, she crumbled the notes she had work a straight week on and careless threw them across her right shoulder, not even caring if they landed in the wastebasket behind her. Putting both elbows on the desk now, she began to sort through more papers and books, muttering dejectedly to herself.
“Apparently a Murkrow goes for shiny things merely for greed, not for ceremony purposes.” With those words, she crumbled a paper and threw it behind her, hearing the thump of it hitting the wall.
“And not all Dark Pokemon are afraid of sunlight.” Another ball of paper flew past her head and she thinly smiled when she heard the metal wastebasket behind her rock as it welcomed a new companion. It vanished and she now looked at her left where three books were piled one on top of the other. Sighing, too lazy and downhearted to get up and place them back in their appropriate shelves behind her, she grabbed the stack and let them fall to the floor beside her.
Amethyst, apparently not listening to her friend’s actions above, jumped when the books made the floor shake, a quick ‘bang!’ startling her badly. Her jump made the desk shake and Meg, who was apologizing to Amethyst, was hit by a book that was perched beside her lamp.
“Ow!” she cried and immediately began to rub her head, the spot where she was hit already beginning to throb annoyingly. Once the Eevee below quieted down, Meg looked up and snatched the book with a frown, the edges of some pages crumpled from the position the book landed in. When she closed it and looked at the cover, she let a small smile caress her face as though the cotton wings of a Swablu brushed past.
It was a book her six-year-old niece brought when she came to visit a week ago and urged to read it to her. On the cover were two Pokemon, one a bubbly pink while the other was a soft yellow. The pink one was a female Wigglytuff who was holding in her arms the yellow male, a Psyduck. As the white-tipped Pokemon was holding the duck, who seemed to be masking pain by the expression on his face, a crowd of undistinguishable Pokemon surrounded them beneath a cloak of rain.
It was a love story that her niece, Annabel, adored to death and Megan couldn’t help but smile when she read it to her. She fingered the title, “Two Sides Crossed”, that was inscribed in fading golden letters, no doubt a result of Annabel carrying the book everywhere she went.
She’ll make me reread it when she comes back to get it,
Megan mentally chuckled, looking at the cover that was a mix of colors from livid pink to ashy gray. Her dark jade eyes wandered to the water duck depicted in the picture. His face was scrunched up in pain just like many Psyduck she had seen but the real ones suffered from constant headaches, not from an arrow wound.
The scientific part of her brain started to whirred madly, invisible gears practically grinding against each other.
“But what makes up those headaches?” she started to ponder, words quick and snip as more questions bubbled within her, threatening to burst out. “Is it built up Psychic energy? Maybe water pressure? Why can some control it when they’re Psyduck but others have to wait until they evolve?”
In a flash, her mind barely conscious of the movements, she left her chair and started to pace around her room like a cooked up tiger in a cage that was far too small for her. Amethyst didn’t even look up; she was used to the girl’s pacing.
The more she delve into it, the more the blonde grew excited of this idea. Nobody ever thought of the small Water types, they were too concern with the more powerful Pokemon. They never paid attention to the underdogs of the Pokemon world, the ones who weren’t exactly high up in the ladder in terms of stats. This could be her chance, this could be the breakthrough that would finally show them that she was a force to be dealt with.
Megan stopped her pacing. She would have to do notes of the species later, if she did them now, she would run the risk of someone (most notably, Alex) taking them to see what hair-brained plot she came up with this time (as Alex oh so fondly put it).
“I can go catch one, that way, I will be one step ahead of them even if they do manage to get my notes,” she cheered in an excited whisper, her whole body practically shaking with excitement. “If I have a Psyduck, it can grow closer to me and I’ll be able to conduct research even out of the lab.”
Amethyst looked up when a squeal of joy escaped her owner’s lips. Megan now had a huge smile splitting her face, pearl-white teeth almost lighting up the dim room whose only light source was the setting sun that showed through the window. Clasping and unclasping her hands, she rushed to the desk and began to hurriedly clear out the remaining papers and the fairy tale book. The Evolution Pokemon peeked her head out when more stuff was messily thrown on the floor, head cocked cutely with a small, “Eve?”
Megan knelt down in front of the Pokemon, holding two ruby and white Poke Balls in her hands; one still had the fresh smell of the Poke Mart while the other was decorated with small scratches and dents. Amethyst blinked and looked up again in confusion, ears twitching as she waited for the human to explain.
“Amethyst, come on, we’re catching ourselves a Psyduck!”
The exclamation was hushed but the fox’s eyes still widened, glancing from the window that showed the afternoon ending and the nighttime beginning to her trainer like a scared Sentret.
“Come on,” Megan scoffed, rolling her emerald eyes and waving a hand at the window as though dismissing the moon that was replacing the Kanto sun. “You’re a fox, you can see better during the night and besides, Psyduck around these parts like to come out at night, or so I have been told.”
The gentle kit still pouted childishly and if she could, she would have crossed her forepaws in front of her chest in a stubborn manner. Seeing that her Pokemon was not so inclined to follow her, Megan half teaseling said, “I’ll give you an Amy snack if you help me.”
Long ears perked up and Amethyst grinned.
“But only if you come,” the young scientist warned. She was not disappointed for Amethyst nodded her head vigorously, making the fluffy mane around her neck tremble and shake like a pompom. Amethyst’s questioning expression washed over again, momentarily clouding her cheerful look, when Megan opened the window. The sea green curtains twirled around her as a light wind swooped into the cozy room.
“Lets just leave through here, just in case.”
Reminding herself to hold her master on the offer of a delicious, Oran berry snack mixed with several spices being rewarded to her, Amethyst jumped on the wooden sill and jumped into the night.
Alex laid back in his chair, feet on his desk and arms crossed behind his head for maximum relaxation. His lab coat was hung messily on the back of his chair, his loose ebony shirt over wrinkled denim jeans now showing. His handsome eyes scanned through a magazine he held loosely in his hands titled “Pokemon Inventions for the Modern Trainer!”; his messy bangs over his face were not a bother. Flicking each page of the magazine whose cover depicted a luminescent Master Ball jumping out at the readers, Alex let his mind wander.
His own room was much messier than Megan’s though all rooms shared the same chocolate brown walls. His bookshelf was stuffed with papers and notebooks that needed to be thrown out weeks ago, the books almost invisible under all the scribbled white. His desk was no better with pens and pencils strewn on the surface, books and magazines also making their home there.
Alex paid no heed to the state of his room, his attention focused only on the pictures in the magazine he held.
“Now that would be helpful,” he told himself, pointing at the digital picture of an apple whose healthy pink spots on its crimson skin made it known it was no ordinary piece of fruit. “An apple that makes a Pokemon drowsy right after consumption. That’s awesome, especially for those Pokemon that just cannot seem to quiet down.”
Alex looked behind him and saw his Ampharos pointing at the window next to him, black striped tail whose end was tipped with a red sphere identical to the one on his forehead wagging behind him. Topaz-colored body was making his way towards him, antennae-like stubs on his head twitching.
“What’s up, Nem?” Alex asked, putting his feet down and swiveling to face the Electric type. The sheep trotted back to the window and pointed with a quick jump. Alex, being his lazy self, pushed against the desk and let his chair slide to the window.
“Now what is she doing out there?” he asked himself once his was steady. From the lights of the back door of the facility, he could dimly see Megan making her way through bushes with her female fox on her heels. Nem shrugged as Alex pushed back in thought.
“She’s up to something.” he mused, looking at the ceiling. His tone was not one of being annoyed nor one of anger but one of awe. “Question is: what?”
Nem smiled knowingly and a second later, Alex pumped his fist in the air, making his chair swivel.
“We’re going to find out, Nem and whatever she’s doing, we’ll put a stop to it!”
“Ampharos!” Nem agreed, red spheres on his body glowing in excitement. Without a second thought, Alex ran out of the room, a mischievous grin lining his face.
The night sky above them was bright and cloudless, the ivory stars above glittering whenever mortals tilted their heads to gaze at the natural wonders. As Megan and Amethyst walked the dirt trail they were on, pebbles crunching with every step they took, the line of trees on either side of them rustled with the light breeze that was blowing. The jade leaves hidden by the shadows of the night brushed against each other, a chirp or a hoot occasionally coming from the foliage.
Amethyst the Eevee was looking around rather nervously, big eyes taking up half her face. Her short but fluffy tail flicked back and forth in quick motions, similar to what her ears were doing on the top of her head. When Megan stopped without her knowing and she ended up bumping right into her heels, Amethyst squeaked and jumped back as though she had been burned.
The scientist turned around and chuckled lightly, flicking her hair back to fully see the shaken fox.
“Aww, Amethyst, it’s just me,” she soothed. Megan turned to the front of the trail, squinting her eyes to see better. She muttered under her breath, “Should have brought my flashlight. Anyway, I know the pond is at the end of trail, maybe more to the right but we‘ll get there.”
Amethyst frowned deeply, shaking her head and continued to walk behind the short-haired youth. Meters to their right, among the bushes that were thick and clumped together, crouched Alex and Nem. The Ampharos’s tail was now hidden in one of the bushes for the steady but bright garnet light would give away their place. It had, however, showed them the way and it would prove helpful later on, or at least to Alex’s mind.
“Where are they going?” Alex asked in a whisper, too far to hear his colleague’s mutterings. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes were locked on the two walking figures.
“Nem, use Cotton Spore and then a very light Power Gem, just a trickle, and aim them both at Megan and that Eevee.”
Nem straightened, white belly a beacon in the night if anybody looked in their direction. Like a belly dancer, he began to shake his body, hips moving from side to side. Balls that were made of some soft material began to detach itself from the thin wool he wore. Light jade in color, they floated silently in front of their conjurer like servants waiting to receive orders. Nem stopped his shaking only to move his tail and tilting his body. The crimson light the sphere at the end gave off changed into a dark tawny, a snake of energy trickling from the energy source and into the air. The toned-down Power Gem took over the Cotton Spore but with the Grass attack being so thick and resistant, the Rock type attack merely coated it mysteriously.
The attack drifted towards Megan and Amethyst, glowing balls of pulsating, chocolate-covered energy. They glowed and flew past each other with the elegance of a model, demonic fireflies out for their prey. With a hushed command from Alex, both of the hidden figures ducked down into the veil of darkness that obscured them view.