Pokemon wanted: Abra
Recommended length: 20k-30k
Actual length: 21k
It was raining. The boy ran through the council housing estate, his feet pounding the concrete floor. He jettisoned his load that was his school bag onto the floor, trying to boost his speed. The barking grew nearer. He turned a corner and instantly regretted it. He had unintentionally gone straight into the playing field, and the rain had made the grass and earth incredibly slippery beneath his school shoes. He considered turning around, but the barking grew even louder. He turned and he walked across at a steady pace, fearful of falling. He got halfway through when his pursuer entered the field. He looked behind and saw that the Houndoom was bounding across the field, still barking.
The boy started running again, trying to escape through a gap between two blocks of flats. Ten yards from his escape route, the inevitable happened. He slipped and fell heavily onto the floor. He got up and continued his getaway, but the fall had cost him valuable seconds, and as he started running he felt a sharp pain in his left leg. He fell once more and saw the Houndoom’s jaws sunk into his calf. He cried out in pain. The Houndoom, as taught by his master, went for the neck next. The boy saw the beast coming towards his head and protected it using his arm. Houndoom bit into his arm and the boy reflexively pulled his arms away, and let out a scream that reverberated throughout the field. With the neck exposed, the Pokemon sunk his teeth into it. Blood gushed out, and the boy was too weak to do anything about it.
The boy’s vision became blurred and he passed out for a while. He awoke into what could only be his worst nightmare. The Houndoom was over him, and behind was its master. He could barely make out the image on his killer’s shirt, but he knew exactly who his killer was. The killer drew his face towards his victim’s, and said a few words into his ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you make the ten o’clock news” he whispered mockingly. With that, he drew out a knife, and finished the job.
It was raining the day of the funeral. It was pouring down in such quantity that the words of the reverend were drowned out. Alex stood there, next to the coffin, motionless. The last few days had been a blur. The police coming to his home to explain what had happened to his brother, then offering their condolences and leaving. He remembered the brief visit to the funeral directors with his mother and father to pick out the coffin. It had been raining through it all. As if the rain was trying to wash away what had happened. But it couldn’t. Nothing could.
Alex didn’t hang around after. He was in the car before he knew it. He returned home and tore off his black suit, suddenly angry. Who had killed Sam? Why had they killed Sam? There was no reason that sprung to mind. No reason.
A month had passed. Life had returned to almost normal. Alex had returned to school and the original sympathy that he received from friends had all but disappeared, along with the lenience he received from his teachers when he didn’t complete the homework. He hadn’t felt happy for a while now. Not even when Kenny, his archenemy, had complained loudly about Alex not being punished over his homework and received a detention for ‘not being sensitive to others’.
Alex only found comfort in his Pokemon. His Abra never left his side during all of this, and was always ready to Teleport him to wherever he needed to be. Alex was grateful for Abra and his support through all of the emotional turmoil that he had been in, but even looking at Abra would make him sad again. He could still recall the day when he received Abra.
It was a blustery autumn afternoon, and Alex had just left his home to get to his friend’s house. He was jogging there, knowing he was late. It was then that he heard a boy crying. He stopped and listened closely. The noise was being accompanied by another sound, a muffled sound. He walked along the pavement, knowing he should be going to his friend’s house, towards the noise. The crying stopped. Even before he saw what was going on he knew what it was. Gangs had always been a problem in his area, and they often resorted to mugging and killing people in order to pay for their drug addictions’. His peek around the corner confirmed his fears. A boy, no older than twelve, lay on the floor, bleeding from his head and unconscious. Around him stood four stocky teenagers, all wearing the same clothes: jeans, trainers and green jumpers, showing which gang they belonged to by the colour of their jumpers. One was holding a few notes of money in his hand, barely enough for all of them to enjoy themselves for a few hours. Alex was shocked that people could assault someone so badly just for some loose change. He let out a little gasp which carried in the wind and they all turned around, staring at him. He turned and ran, and he heard the sound of eight feet hammering the concrete behind him.
There was no way he could outrun all of them so Alex decided to hide. He turned and went inside a block of flats and hid beneath the stairs in a small hole. His hunters ran up the stairs, completely missing him as he prayed they didn’t find him. They didn’t. He got up and completely forgot that there was a step and tripped and hit the floor hard. He yelled out in pain, and heard a gruff voice say from two floors above him say “He’s down there!” Alex got up slowly and started limping away and heard a sound he had heard before, but never so close to him. The sound of a gun going off. The bullet hit the floor well away from him, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Ignoring the pain from his leg, he ran out and started going back the way he had come, albeit at a much slower pace. He got only ten yards before the door opened behind him and a shot sounded out. He instinctively fell to the floor, and landed heavily on his injured leg. He was in too much pain to even move and turned around, waiting for the end. The person with the gun aimed with deadly precision at him, and fired.
Life seemed to slow down for a moment. He saw the bullet fly through the air, straight at him. Then he saw a pale blue light surround him like a bubble, and the bullet hit it and rebounded harmlessly. A hand grabbed him by the shoulder roughly and the world began to darken, disappearing. He thought he was dead. But as soon as he thought that the world began to reappear, although it was a different scene to what he had exited from. He had returned into a room that was exactly like his. The posters of his favourite band, the unmade bed, even his clothes on the floor. He found himself on the floor and he jumped up and turned around. He saw Sam, along with something that looked like a human, but was brown and had skinny arms and legs.
“This is Abra” Sam said, his face devoid of any emotion. “And He’s the one you should be thanking for saving your life”.
“Thank you…” He said, utterly baffled by what had gone on. Sam sighed and shook his head.
“You idiot! Why did you let yourself get chased? You nearly died!” He yelled. At the time Alex thought he was being harsh, but now he knew Sam had had every right to shout at him. “Lucky I arrived, otherwise…” he continued.
“OK you made your point!” He fired back, cutting him off.
“No we’re not OK! What if you had died, huh? Then would you be OK?” his anger had rising with every comment I made, so I decided the best thing to do was to just shut up. He sighed and looked down.
“Which is why you need this” Sam handed Alex a Pokeball. It was roughly the size of a tennis ball, but a little bit bigger. The top half of it was red and the bottom half was silver. It felt metallic. Alex had read about Pokeballs before, but he never thought he would ever own one because they were incredibly expensive. Sam had a paper round which barely paid, and Alex didn’t’ dare to think about how long Sam would have had to save up for to buy one. “You need Abra to protect you. Like today you needed him. You’ll need him again soon enough” I was barely listening through all of this, still stunned from the events of the past five minutes. Sam began walking out of his room, and Alex opened his mouth, about to say something. Through the thousands of questions, swirling, rioting, in his mind, one forced its way to his lips. “Where did you get Abra?” I asked in a weak voice.
Sam turned around and I swore I could have seen a smile on his face as he spoke. “Somewhere” he replied cryptically, and walked out.
Alex was jolted awake from his day-dream. His father was calling him for dinner. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror. His jeans were torn, the image on his green t-shirt was faded beyond recognition, and his blonde hair was a mess. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. His dad was plating up the food. His dad looked like he had aged twenty years in the last month. Two deaths in the family had taken its toll. First there was the death of Sam, which was followed swiftly by Alex’s mother, who had died only a week later of a heart attack. The previous death was undoubtedly the cause, and his father had taken the full brunt of the emotional torture. His hair had begun to grey recently, his face suddenly showed more wrinkles, and he had begun drinking. Alex had started doing a lot of things around the house to try and take the pressure of juggling a job and being a parent off his father, but his father insisted on doing some jobs as well.
Alex finished his dinner and went back to his room. He lay on his bed, trying to get to sleep. Instead his mind began thinking about the episode that led to Alex getting Abra, and wondering if Sam had had Abra, then maybe none of this would have happened. His mind became a swirling tempest of regrets and anger. He stayed like that until the early hours, when exhaustion took over and he slipped into a troubled sleep.
Alex needed to clear his thoughts, so he went for a walk. It was raining heavily, and no one was about. He jogged lightly, trying to keep himself warm. It didn’t work. He slipped into an alley and pulled out a Pokeball from his pocket. The top half popped open and a light filled the alley as Abra appeared. It looked like a human child, except its skin was brown; its head was out of proportion in relation to the rest of its body, and it looked like it was wearing shoulder pads. Instinctively, Abra used Barrier, and the rain stopped falling on both of them.
“Nice” said Alex, smiling, “But let’s get out of the rain properly”. Abra understood and used Teleport. Alex felt the familiar sensation of feeling weightless for a moment as the world around him was sucked away, leaving a dark abyss around him, before returning in different surroundings. He was in the alleyway behind the café to avoid anyone seeing him with Abra. “Thanks” said Alex, and returned Abra to his Pokeball. He had done this many times before, and Abra was getting to know a lot of the places where Alex liked to go. He turned to see someone at the end of the alley, staring at him and the space where Abra was, eyes wide. Alex opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The man, well he assumed it was a man, ran. Alex followed. He knew it looked suspicious chasing a man down the street, but it was better than leaving him alone, because although owning Pokemon was not illegal, stealing them was, and Alex doubted that the police would buy his story of his brother getting it from ‘somewhere’ and giving it to him. The Pokeball made it worse, given that they were about two-hundred big ones each. The man turned sharply into another alley. Alex turned and ran straight into the metal bin the man had thrown at him. His face erupted in pain and he slipped on the wet ground. He fell back and hit his head hard on the ground. He was unconscious instantly.
Alex’s head felt like it was made of lead. He was groggy, tired, and had a dull pain coming from his nose. He opened his eyes a crack, trying to get his bearings. He was in a dark room. A very dark room. The gloom made it impossible to determine the dimensions of the room. He tried to get up, but was unable to. His arms were hidden from view behind his back, and he felt the unmistakable texture of rope. Alex groaned, trying to piece together what happened. He only remembered a few things, like the chase, while the rest of the episode was a blur.
Trying to focus his mind, Alex realised he needed to get away. He wiggled in his chair, trying to loosen the rope. No luck. He twisted his arm and managed to get a finger into his pocket, where he pushed a button. Light shone out of his pocket and Abra appeared once more. “Ok Abra, now get rid of these ropes with Psywave,”
Abra put his arms out in front of him, as a ripple ran through the air towards Alex. It shredded the rope, but unfortunately for Alex, Psywave’s power varied, and it seemed considerably powerful this time. The ripple hit the chair, and it exploded, sending splinters through the air. Alex was sent flying across, and he collided with a wall. He fell to the floor and groaned in pain. That woke him up. Alex dragged himself off the floor, and began thinking about what to do. He stood up and moved along the wall blindly looking for a door, his hands moving across the bumpy concrete for a doorway. He eventually felt metal, and a latch as well. He yanked it hard, but it didn’t budge. He stood back, though it didn’t make any difference, since there was no light. He called out to Abra, trying to formulate a plan. Abra materialised by his side, startling Alex.
“OK, now use Psywave over there” Said Alex, pointing in the rough direction of where the door was. There was silence for a moment, before a loud metallic ringing reverberated throughout the small room. The door had held. “Again” he ordered, his ears still ringing. This time the sound was minute in comparison to before. Alex thought for a moment. Abra wasn’t powerful enough to take out that door, and there was no chance of him doing it either. “If only Psywave could be more powerful…..” He stopped in mid-thought. “Abra use Calm Mind” He said loudly, now disorientated as to where to look at. The silence after didn’t help. “Now try it again”
Abra focused. His mind was sharp thanks to the Calm Mind. He forced his Psychic energy at the door, and he felt the air part for the powerful wave. The wave moved quickly, and it ripped the door off its hinges as the sounds of the outside world entered. “Yes!” said Alex, punching the air with his fist. “Come on, let’s go” Alex ran outside and stopped, taking in his surroundings, baffled. He had expected he was in a cellar or room in a building, but he was walking out into a deserted piece of land, where it looked like a building once had been. “What the hell…” he said. He turned around to see his former prison. It was little more than a concrete box with a hole in it, where the door had been. It did nothing to calm him and he feared he was a long way from home. Abra tugged at his jeans, and Alex realised that Abra could easily Teleport him back home, but something didn’t feel right. He then noticed something in the distance. A warehouse that looked like it could still be in use.
With no idea as to where to go, he began walking towards a warehouse in the distance. There were wild bushes all around, but as he neared the warehouse he noticed that the path he was on was getting flatter, as if it was well used. “Hmm…” he murmured to himself as he continued. He got to the warehouse, which was surprisingly large from the outside. He walked around until he found a door and tried. He felt it click and he slowly opened it. The warehouse was definitely still in use, but the use was too shocking to comprehend.
The entire warehouse was filled with row upon row of cages. Inside each was a Pokemon, a poor creature that had been stolen from their homes, and shoved in cages, probably waiting for whatever unknown fate it was destined for. Alex went straight for a cage containing a Charmander, attempting to prise the door open. He touched the bars, and 200 Volts travelled through his body. Alex screamed and let go. He lay on the floor, panting. He tried to gather his thoughts but one thought kept coming back to him and clouded the rest of his mind. When he had gotten close to the cage it looked like it had what seemed to be an electronic lock. If he could find the power shut off switch he could free them, or at least get rid of the electrical current in the bars.
He threw caution to the wind as he raced down an aisle, desperately trying to find a power source. He completely forgot about Abra, who now teleported in front of him, with a look that told him he was making a mistake, although with Abra it was always hard to tell. Alex stopped in his tracks and the lights switched off.
“What the….” Alex said out loud, but as quickly they had turned off they switched back on, but were accompanied with something. A loud alarm sounded throughout the entire warehouse, and Alex heard boots pounding the ground from behind him. “No time. Sorry!” as he returned Abra to his Pokeball. He still had the option to Teleport home, but he couldn’t leave these Pokemon alone. He continued running until he saw another door to his left. He turned and ran towards the door. As he neared it he heard a sound that sent a shiver down his spine.
Alex got to the door and twisted the handle, but it was locked and refused to move. “Come on come on!” He mumbled to himself as he struggled to force the door open. The barking grew noticeably louder and more terrifying, but still he tried to pry open the door. After fifteen long and petrifying seconds, he decided on a different tactic and began ramming the door. Again and again, he took two steps back and then hurled himself at the door, attempting to break it off its hinges.
The barking stopped.
Alex turned around, unaware of what to expect. What he saw sent shivers down his spine. A Houndoom was there, growling softly, with his eyes full of hatred and rage. The Pokemon began bounding forward, saliva dripping from its open mouth. Alex managed to turn around and try one last time giving it his all. Fear is a powerful motivator, and instead of feeling the pain from bouncing back off the door, Alex felt weightless for a moment as he flew through the air and landed on top of the door. Alex fell hard, and was winded. He turned around as the barking began again, and the Houndoom pounced.
Time seemed to slow as everything seemed to have a brilliant clarity about it. The look in Houndoom’s eyes, the trail of saliva leaving its mouth as it travelled through the air, heading straight for Alex. As Houndoom neared, a bright light instantly flashed, blinding him. Alex cried out and rubbed his eyes once the light dissipated. He looked to see Abra, who had exited its Pokeball of his own accord, with his arms out, and a thin Barrier in front of him. In front of him was the Houndoom, who had hit the barrier head on and was now on the floor, groaning.
Alex thanked Abra and began looking around. The room wasn’t the utility room he has hoped. In fact, it was a small storage unit. There was nothing here that looked anything like a power switch. He glanced around, and saw that Houndoom was back up, and unleashed a powerful Flamethrower. The flames hit the Barrier but didn’t break through, although the screen looked pretty fragile.
An idea sprung to Alex’s mind, and he ran towards a light switch on the wall, grabbing a fire axe from its location on the wall. He got there, and swung the axe at the wire above the switch that led to the power source. He had hoped that he could short circuit the electricity, making it fuse, but he wasn’t sure it would even work, and he was risking a lot hitting a live electrical wire with a metal axe, but by the time he had realised this it was all over. He swung hard, so hard that the axe slipped from his grasp as it embedded itself in the wall, straight through the wire. Instantly there was a sharp crackle of electricity and the lights went out, which would have covered them all with darkness, but for the one source of light still alive close by. He turned to see the Flamethrower was still blazing away, and in the flickering light he could just make out Abra straining to keep the Barrier up. Before Alex had a chance to react, the Barrier shattered and the flames burst through, smothering Abra and pushing him back towards the wall.
Houndoom roared, and pounced once more, attempting to bite down on Abra, who was now defenceless. “NO!” Alex screamed, and his hand somehow found the handle of the axe and he hurled it into the darkness. The weapon span in the air, and it was the handle which hid the hound, the blunt end slamming hard into his ribs and changing its flight path into the wall. It crashed into it, leaving a dent in the wall, and whimpered as it lay on the floor, motionless.
Alex was now completely disorientated in the darkness. He stumbled across to where Abra was. “Hey buddy, you ok?” he said softly, trying to mask the fear in his voice.
“Abra….” He replied weakly.
“Let’s go home” Alex smiled and pulled out his Pokeball and recalled Abra. He turned, and heard a sudden racket. He could barely make out what was happening, but he could hear enough to take a guess. The Pokemon were breaking out of there cells, realising it was now safe. A Charmander, possibly the same one Alex had tried to help earlier, walked past, illuminated by the small flame on its tail. Alex decided to was time to go.
Notices n stuff
This is the place where I explain anything that might not have been explained in the story. It isn’t necessary, but whatever. If you don’t understand something (like a plot hole or something), or find a mistake, feel free to VM/PM/IM me.
• Yes I know the reason for why Sam was killed wasn’t revealed. That is because there is a possibility of a sequel, if I can think up a decent plot line for it.