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Thursday, November 14, 2013

Pokemon: The Frontera Region (A Pokemon Fanfiction)



Episode 1: The Call
            “You called?” Nick stood in the doorway, dressed as he normally was on a mild sunny day, in jeans and a t-shirt with a stylized pokeball in the center. Most days in Spring City were exactly like today, with a few clouds but mainly sun and warm breeze. With the Earth’s Back Mountains to the south, the ocean to the west, and Bright Bay northwards, Spring City was the perfect location for constant mild weather year round.
            Adam took a good look at his best friend. They were the same age, but different in every other way. Nick had shaggy brown hair, was lean and of middle height with a slender face, with none of the striking features that make a man handsome, but not someone who a smart girl would turn down either. Adam on the other hand never had to worry when it came to physical appearances. He had short cropped black hair, tanned skin covering a muscular body which he took immense pride in, and chiseled features that turned heads. The differences were more than skin deep, but that’s what brought them together so close.
            “Like you weren’t going to come over today anyway? You haven’t missed my birthday since we met.” Adam gave Nick a playful punch, which brought a look from the pokemon by Nick’s feet. The Nidoran was less than a foot tall, but its huge ears added additional height, putting it at around a foot and a half. Its skin was a purplish color with darker spots here and there. Nidoran’s ears perked up, and a cheerful barking sound greeted Adam as he bent down to pet its head. “Hello to you too, Nid. Now come out back, I have a huge surprise to show you!”
            As the two young men walked through the house, Nidoran was greeted by Adam’s Herdier. The shaggy dog-like pokemon was twice the size of Nidoran, with a black blanket of fur on its back covering its brown fur underneath and lighter-colored tufts of hair on its face making a star pattern. Adam’s mother kept Herdier for protection as much as a companion, but had known Nick’s Nidoran since it was a new hatchling. The two ran off to play outside as Adam opened the back door, but all four beings stopped dead in their tracks at the sight in the back yard.
            A deep guttural sigh met the two smaller pokemon, and Herdier began growling at the strange pokmeon invading his territory. Standing at four and a half feet from ground to shoulder, eight feet long from nose to stubby little tail, and weighing in at close to a ton of solid rock and muscle, the Rhyhorn was both a frightening and awesome sight. It was gray in color, with a foot long horn on its nose and a steel-hard frill protecting its skull. A rocky ridge adorned its back, and plates of rock armor covered the rest of its body, making the pokemon resemble a walking tank. Adam walked up to it and patted its shoulder, smiling from ear to ear.
            “Well, what do you think?”
            For a moment Nick was speechless. “Where the hell did you get a Rhyhorn from? They’re endangered, you can’t even catch one in the Safari Zone, and they aren’t found anywhere else!”
            “I know!” Adam exclaimed, still smiling and laughing in joy, “It was a birthday present.”
            “From who? The champion himself?”
            “No, but close enough! You’ll never guess so I’ll just tell, my new Rhyhorn is from my dad! Can you believe it?”
            The excitement Nick was building slowly drained away. “No, seriously Adam I can’t. You haven’t seen your dad in what, ten years?”
            “Yup, he hasn’t set foot in my life since my tenth birthday when he walked out. But earlier today he just showed up on the doorstep, asking to come in and see me! It was surreal, my mom didn’t even know what to say. Then he takes me out back here and hands me a pokeball and says ‘Happy Birthday son. I know I haven’t been here for you, but there was work that needed to be done. However I’d like to change that now.’”
            “Woah that’s crazy,” Nick said, his eyes wandering back to the massive pokemon behind Adam. Nidoran had scurried back by Nick’s feet, intimidated by the size of the beast, while Herdier was circling and inspecting it with interest. “Is he still here? I’ve never even seen a picture of him.”
            Adam looked down, the smile fading. “Nah, he went in to talk to my mom and I heard her yelling at him. Next thing I know he’s gone and she’s in her bedroom with the door shut. I don’t know what’s going on between them, but I have a feeling she was perfectly happy with him gone.”
            “Damn I’m sorry man,” Nick said and walked up to put his hand on Adam’s shoulder. Before he could the Rhyhorn gave a sigh and stamped its foot, causing the ground to rumble a bit. Nick backed off quickly, but was more surprised when Nidoran ran between him and the Rhyhorn and started barking.
            “Oh hey!” Adam said, turning to his Rhyhorn, “Hey Nick’s a friend, its okay.” The Rhyhorn dipped its head as in acknowledgement and went back to actively ignoring Herdier. “Sorry about that.”
            “It’s alright,” Nick said bending down and calming Nidoran down, “he’s new and doesn’t know me. It’s only natural.”
            “True,” Adam said looking down at Nidoran, “but I’ve never seen Nidoran jump to your rescue like that! Look at him being a little tough guy.”
            “I know, it’s not normal. But I guess I’ve never been threatened by another pokemon before. It is nice knowing he’ll have my back through.”
            “Speaking of having your back, there is another thing my dad told me. He said he thinks it’s time I go out and follow in his footsteps to become a pokemon trainer.”
            “Oh wow, so that’s what he does? That’s really cool, no wonder he gave you such a strong pokemon to start with, he must really want you to succeed.”
            “Definitely, however,” Adam paused and gave Nick a devious smile, “that would mean leaving Spring City and traveling the world, seeing all the sights, battling all sorts of trainers and pokemon-”
            “-wooing all the ladies,” Nick added with a grin.
            “Yes yes, that too. But it would also mean me going out there all alone.”
            “You wouldn’t be alone, you’d have your pokemon with you.”
            “Well yeah, but I wouldn’t have any human company.”
            Nick paused and gave Adam a quizzical look. “I have a feeling I know where this is going.”
            “Oh come on Nick! It’s not like we have anything keeping us here besides our parents! We both have little part-time jobs and you can always take a break from school. Besides, your dad is a freaking gym leader! Training pokemon is in your blood!”
            “I’m not gonna lie, I’ve thought about it, but there’s a reason not many people do it. It’s insanely tough, not to mention expensive. Where are we going to get all the money for food, hotels, supplies, everything we’ll need?”
            “What are you talking about? Pokecenters provide all of that! Well except for the supplies, but we can use the money we win from battles for that.”
            “Adam, I’m sorry, but I’m not sleeping in a free pokecenter. There’s a reason they are free. I’d rather sleep outside in a tent.” No sooner did the words leave Nick’s mouth he say Adam’s face light up.
            “Perfect! We’ll camp out in the wilderness. We’ll hoof it like the original pokemon trainers back in the good ole days. Come on Nick, you know you want to come.”
            Nick sighed, looking down at Nidoran, who had his ears up to listen to everything. Even though Nidoran couldn’t understand the language, the pokemon knew when something big was brewing. Nick knew it was his dream to go out and become a powerful pokemon trainer, but his dad had always grounded him in reality, telling him of the hardships to take the shine of the glories. Nick knew the hardships ahead, but Adam…
            “You’re gonna get yourself hurt if you go out there alone, or worse.”
            Adam had another big smile on his face, which made him seem like a child once again. “I know, which is why I need you, Nick. You’re the brains to my brawns. Me and you make a perfect team. Nick, I can do this without you, but it would break my heart to do so.”
            “Ugh, you are so damn persuasive.” Nick looked up and smiled at his friend. “Alright, what the hell, let’s give it a shot. It’s not like we have to go very far to get to the first gym. My dad’s place is just a few blocks away.”

            “Absolutely not. And I don’t think Adam’s mother should let him go either.” Nick’s father Julius was not a physically imposing man, but his demeanor made people think twice about taking him on. Plus it didn’t hurt that he was an official Pokemon League Gym Leader, and acted as unofficial guardian of Spring City. Normally he was an even tempered and easygoing person, but the moment Nick returned home to tell his parents of Adam’s idea, anger took over.
            “You’re kidding, right?” Nick was very confused with his father’s answer. Being a gym leader, Nick assumed his father would have seen this day coming.
            “No I am not.”
            “Julius-” Nick’s mother put her hand on Julius’ arm, but he held firm.
            “Cecilia, you and I both know Nick is not ready for a responsibility of this magnitude. He’s still in school!”
            “College, dad, but it’s not like that’s where my interests lie.”
            “Oh and this sudden bout of interest in pokemon training has always been there, has it?
            “Well, I’m not sure about training, per se,” Nick said, looking down at Nidoran, who was nuzzled against his leg, “but you know I love spending time and exploring with Nidoran. I wanna get out there and see the world!”
            “Then you should have gone to school for geology,” Julius said gruffly. “You are not ready to be a pokemon trainer. You have no idea how hard it is out there!”
            “Yes I do!” Nick yelled back, getting angry himself. “You constantly tell me how hard it is, yet you did it, and you’re still sticking to it! Did it never occur to you that eventually your own son would want to try it too?”
            “Yes I did!” Julius yelled back, his deep voice startling the family’s Arcanine outside. “And I prepared for this day for a long time. As much as it pains me to say it, you are not ready for this.”
            We’ll see about that,” Nick said as he turned and headed out the front door.
            “Nick honey, where are you going?” Cecilia yelled out after her son.
            “I’m going to prove him wrong!” Nick yelled back, slamming the door.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Frontier #1



“Supercharged”, pt.1

                The doors to the office where thrown open. Steve and Natalie both looked up from their desks, but neither jumped in surprise. Marian stormed into the office, just having arrived back from out on a call. Her naturally tanned-colored skin was flushed and red while her fists were clenched into two tight balls that could do serious damage if she was angry enough.
                And right now, she was pissed.
                “I can’t fucking stand him anymore!” She screamed, waving her arms in the air to accentuate her rage. Natalie sighed quietly while Steve cleared his throat. Marian wasn’t his young, temperamental teenage daughter anymore, but Tony knew exactly what buttons to push.
                “Tell me what happened, sweetie,” Steve spoke in his usual calm voice, knowing how to diffuse Marian’s anger after twenty years of practice. He stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, pushing a pile of papers aside with his large hands and sitting on the edge. He patted the cleared spot next to him, motioning for her to sit down and relax. Instead Marian started pacing the room, her arms flailing as she rambled on about Tony and the last mission.
                “He’s an ass! We got the call, and I turn around and he’s gone! I bust my ass to get to the scene, and by the time I get there he’s got all five criminals hanging from the lamp-posts by their underwear like this is a damn joke! Next thing I know, he’s gone again, and when I finally get back after dealing with all the interviews and bullshit I find he’s been back here on the couch drinking beer the whole time! He treats this shit like a video game and does whatever the hell he wants, cuz he knows I have no choice but to clean up his shit! I’m tired of putting up with this!”
                Marian took a moment to breath, and Natalie grabbed the opening. “Marian honey, you know he’s just trying to impress you, right?”
                Marian shot Natalie a stare that could bore through a brick wall. Both Natalie and Steve were aware of the complicated relationship between Marian and Tony. Before Marian could say anything to Natalie, Steve cut in.
                “Marian, look, Tony’s an ass. That’s clear as day to anyone who has spent more than five minutes with him. But his heart’s in the right place. He wants to do good in this world, he just kinda sucks at it. That’s why he’s here; not just to help us, but for us to help him.”
                Marian stopped pacing and stared at the ground. Her father had a way with calming her down. She was still angry at Tony, but she knew that even if she couldn’t see the wisdom in Steve’s words at the moment, it was there. “I just hope that one day he gets his ass-kicked and I have to save him. That’ll knock his ego down quite a bit.”
                Steve shook his head. “And I hope on that day you’ll be the bigger person, see just how much he really needs us, and help him without throwing it in his face.”
                Marian laughed as the tension from her anger loosened, “That’s not gonna happen.” She walked out of the room, but before she was out of sight Steve called to her.
“Don’t forget to turn in your report from today!” He flashed Natalie a smile as they heard Marian curse and storm off to her own room.
“She’s getting there, slowly but surely,” Natalie said as she got back to work. “She has your genes, after all.”
Steve laughed as he too returned to his chair. “I know. That’s why I worry sometimes.”

Tony gave Marian a puzzled look as she stormed past the recreation room, cursing under her breath. He shook his head as he went back to watching TV. He flung his head back to finish his beer, crushing the can afterwards and tossing it on the coffee table he was currently using as a foot rest.
                “Yo Glider, can I get another beer?”
                Francis “Glider” Toomes was the team’s butler and organizer. He was in charge of keeping the household in tidy order. A metahuman himself, Francis was originally denied individual registration but was granted a superhero license when he joined the very first line-up of Frontier over fifteen years ago. Unfortunately, after the first few missions he called it quits, citing that, “having a hollow bone structure is wonderful for birds, but not for humans in the line of fire, even those of us in technologically advanced wing suits.” Ever the good sport, he accepted the job Steve offered him as assistant to Frontier, and has been keeping the three-storied house in tip-top shape ever since.
                Francis walked over with a cold beer and handed it to Tony. Now in his fifties, Francis has seen his fair share of talent go through the ranks of Frontier. Often aiding in the decision process of new recruits, Francis was weary of bringing Tony onto the team. However the young man, who’s codename is Bullet, has proven to be just that: fast, destructive, but damn useful if pointed in the right direction.
                “I don’t get it, Glider. One day she’s all over me, the next she can’t look at me without punching a hole in the wall. What’s her deal?”
                Francis shook his head and sighed. Tony was useful in the field, but in everyday life he was clueless. “I believe she is confused by her feelings for you, Mr. Wilson. Might I suggest having a conversation with her, and perhaps listening to her side?”
                Tony finished up the beer Francis had just given him and belched. “Pshh, no matter what I say I’ll be wrong. Women, I’ll tell ya.”
With that, Tony got up and raced out of the room to the gym. Francis just shook his head again. “Kids these days. That boy’s going to lose her, and soon, I hope.”

                The buzzer sounded throughout the house, and the system of red lights turned on in all the rooms. Tony slammed down the weights and raced to the control room. Always the first one there, he saw the location of the robbery, scribbled a note, and zoomed out again.
                “Just another lame robbery,” he muttered as he sped away from the house. “I’ll take care it and be back before Mare even gets on her bike.”
                Tony laughed as he ran through the traffic without anyone so much as seeing a blur of color and a gust of wind.

                Marian arrived in the room after Steve. She had been in the shower when the call came in, and her nice relaxation spell had been broken, leaving her as bitter as before.
                “Tony’s already on it,” Steve said without turning around, “but that was two minutes ago. With his speed everything should be taken care of by now. I want you to head down there and see what’s holding him up.”
                Steve looked at Marian out of the corner of his eye. She was in her uniform; a black suit resembling a diver’s wetsuit underneath pants and a long-sleeved shirt, both made of Kevlar. She was busy strapping on her boots and snapping her gloves on when she looked up at Steve. He smiled, a huge sense of pride filling his heart at the sight of his daughter. She raised an eyebrow in question, and he coughed.
                “You want me to go with?”
                Marian smiled. “No thanks dad, I got this.” In thirty seconds she was on her motorcycle and speeding towards the robbery. Steve watched her drive away, nodding his head in agreement.

                The front of the bank was blown in, the streets crowded with debris. A few people still ran about, but it looked as if the police had already been defeated. Their cars were flipped and the conscious officers were helping those who had fallen in the quick skirmish. There were no signs of Tony anywhere, and cautiously Marian went inside the building. She had been trained for this. She was a superhero, licensed and registered by the government to defeat the bad guys and maintain peace.
As she stepped into the destroyed bank lobby, she saw the robber. He was twice her size, a hulking human being, whose body was crackling with electrical currents. His plain yellow t-shirt and black pants showed signs of battle, and he had his back turned towards her, holding something in his hands. Marian edged closer, but her foot crunched broken glass on the ground. The criminal looked at her, his hard face cracking into a smile. As he turned around, Marian’s heart jumped into her chest, and the anger she had built up dissipated. In his hands he held the unconscious body of the human bullet, Tony.

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Sunday, November 25, 2012

New Project: Super

I have started a new project called Super, a series of short stories depicting various characters. It's a showcase series, where characters can be introduced to the audiences to determine which ideas are good and deserving of their own series. Check it out here!

Monday, November 12, 2012

Porcupine Dance

Here's a video of a cute porcupine dancing!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Someone is Writing

A great funeral is planned for the old king of the world. As he lies upon his bed in the throes of death, he writes his own procession, and his word is carried out. It has been that way throughout his life; his written word was the law, and was more powerful than anything else in the world. Now in the twilight hours of his life, his family weeps; his wife, old and aged like fine wine, sheds silent tears for her beloved, the only man she will ever have loved. After a day of goodbyes, the old king closes his eyes for the final time, knowing that since he has written it, his wishes will be fulfilled to perfection.
Not that any of it matters. The turning of one page just leads to another.
The young man opens his eyes. He takes in a deep breath and smiles. That was a good life, if he says so himself. Slowly he sits up in bed and grabs his notebook from the nightstand. He will need to write quickly if he is going to record everything that has happened in that lifetime. There will be no keepsakes, no treasures, from this life of wealth and luxury. Only memories; and even those fade with time.
After writing down the details of his last life, the man climbs out of bed and stretches. The first movements after waking are always awkward, like a newborn baby taking its first steps. He stumbles over to his writing desk and sits down. No need to take a break. While living as a king, he thought up another life he would love to try. So he jots down the details necessary to start living again. Just the basics, of course: the setting, the history, his birthplace. He decides to jump in at the usual young age of ten, which seems like a good starting point to all his lives. He whips up a beautiful world and, once satisfied, gathers the loose pages and binds them together. He found out long ago the details always work themselves out as the life goes on. He is getting hungry, so he hurries with the binding, and reminds himself to eat a large meal before dying this time. He places the newly bound notebook on his nightstand and lays back down, pulling the sheets over his body, and waits. He waits for sleep to overcome him, and for the first words of the new life to begin.
A lifetime later, he opens his eyes once more. He smiles, even though his last life, that of a poor orphan living on the streets, was not glamorous. It still gave him a new sensation, a new feeling. After writing down the details, he places the notebook on a shelf next to the last one, and sits at his writing desk once more. He picks up his pen and goes to write another life, when suddenly he stops. From the pen come no words. From his mind come no ideas. He sits back and relaxes, hopeful that soon he will think of another life to live.
However no such life comes to the troubled young man. Instead he finds himself thinking of his own little room, with just enough space to hold his bed, writing desk, and all the notebooks full of his various lives. He wonders what will happen once he runs out of shelf space. Will the room just get bigger? He thinks this is the case, but he cannot remember the room ever being smaller. He gets up and strolls over to his window, but when he looks out he sees nothing. No rolling green hills, no furious storm assailing the glass plane. Just the white endless expanse of nothing.
And for the first time in his little room, he is scared.
New fears fill his head. How did he get here? Is he alone? There is no door from this room, so how did this all begin? He remembers the first few dozen times and how amazed he was at this new potential for living countless lives, but he remembers nothing of how it all began. Frantic, he tears down the notebooks, desperately searching for the very first. He finds it, but the first notebook holds true to its nature. It is the first; there is nothing written about what came before. Nothing of his previous life.
How many times has he drifted off to sleep to live again, without ever knowing why he does this? He must have a family, somewhere, but he can recall nothing outside this little room. Even the window only gives him glimpses of settings for him to place his lives. The young man sits on the bed and cradles his head in his hands.
It is only by chance he looks up and sees the corner of a photograph sticking out of a pile of papers. He slowly pulls the picture out and stares at it. In it he is happy, and with him are a group of people surrounding him. All close together and laughing, and the young man realizes this is his family. Not just a family he created, since there are no souvenirs from those lives, but his actual, real family. Somewhere out there, this family is missing him. Somewhere out there is a world he did not create.
And that means somewhere out there, someone else is writing.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Fire

I awoke to shouts and screams outside the window of the third floor loft. My feet had hit the floor before my mind could register the fact that it was still dark out. Tayler was sitting up in bed saying something, probably asking what was going on, but I didn’t hear her as I ran out the door and down the two flights of stairs. Someone was running through the living area, taking a shortcut to get to the kitchen quicker no doubt. I ignored them and ran to the front door leading to the main courtyard of the settlement. Before I reached it, I knew what had happened. I flung the door open and my stomach jumped up into my throat. Across the way, one of the apartment complexes was burning.
Before the End, a fire would have caused some alarm, sure. But the people would have heard the fire alarms go off and evacuated the building as quickly as possible. I’m sure one, maybe two would have been stuck in the inferno, but in short time the fireman would have showed up. Decked out in their fireproof outfits, they would have marched into the building and rescued the poor souls trapped inside. Once done, rubber hoses with pressurized nozzles would have been hooked up to a metal fire hydrant, which would have been connected to the town’s water supply. With a flip of a handle, a blast of fire-quenching water would have shot out and began controlling the raging flames. Of course it was hard work; Brandon told me all about it many times. But now? Oh, now I know why the people of the ancient times pictured Hell as a burning, searing place filled with never ending fire. Ever since the End, we all know the destructive power of the flames.
Dozens of people were running back and forth to the river, carrying buckets, pails, cups, anything they could to bring water to the burning building. Dozens more were running to the blaze from the Commons, knowing it was their duty as members of this community to help in an emergency like this. I scanned the chaos, looking for a familiar face in an event like this. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.
“Let’s go!” Brandon yelled into my face, his voice having no trace of the panic everyone else’s did. He was trained for this. I ran after him into the barn, where two people were busy hauling a long rubber hose out from a plastic storage bin. I went to help them, but Brandon motioned for me to come with him to another bin. Three more people ran in to help the others; public safety people I noticed. The group was most likely the new fire brigade that Brandon appointed. I didn’t have time to see exactly who they were, because as soon as Brandon tore off the lid of the bin he pulled me to, my attention was focused. Apparently the public safety department had been busy lately.
The pump must have weighed over a hundred pounds, but we both had enough adrenaline in us that we only needed to pull one man away from the hose duty to help. When we reached the river’s edge, Brandon instructed us to put the contraption down where the water would cover the bottom filters. Once done, the third man began turning a crank on the side of it. As gears turned, the fire brigade finished stretching the hose out, and attached it to the nozzle on the pump. Another helper began turning a second crank, and soon water began flowing through the pump into the hose. It seemed to take forever, but soon there was enough pressure built up in the hose that the lead fireman opened the throttle and let out a chilling stream of water at the base of the fire. A few people stood staring, but this new attack on the blaze gave people a second wind, and they began hurrying to the river for more water.
It took two hours to quell the fire. After the first, I was able to go around and try to figure out what happened. Brandon had already gathered witnesses, and had gotten statements from those who were in the building when the fire started but weren’t too badly hurt to talk. Most had gotten out, but there were eight people over in the hospital now, being treated for burns and smoke inhalation. Seeing Brandon work like this made me smile; awkward at the moment, but it was funny to think the people almost didn’t want him as the department head of public safety. Too young my ass. I finally was able to talk to him myself. And apparently this fire wasn’t an accident.
The next day, a council meeting was held. Brandon, Sherry, Jay, Jon, Alice, and myself were present, along with the three randomly selected members of the community to act as a public voice. I recognized Drew among them, but the other two were only familiar faces. Amazing how large of population we now have, considering what we started with. The meeting was curt; what happened, and what to do. According to eye witnesses, there was a lone figure seen running from the fire right after it started. The figure ran right into the central building, and right past me, something I realized after hearing the story the first time from Brandon. My own feelings about retribution against this person are definitely going to influence my decisions today.
Earlier this morning, a scouting party returned without the arsonist, but with news. A small camp had been made last night outside of our scouting perimeter, and was found cleaned out by the scouting party. The campers left in haste, which was fortunate, because they left behind valuable evidence. Bandits have almost been eradicated from the area, except for a few clans here and there. The evidence is unmistakable. Tracks from last night lead straight to the camp, which was made by Red Dragons, a vicious bandit clan that had a strong hold north of the community.
Our community has evaded war for almost five years. That is not to say we are not prepared, however. I raise the question; it had been my desire to eliminate the bandits before they grew too strong, but had been outvoted. Which was understandable, but now it might be too late. The Red Dragons are powerful, and we will need help. But getting rid of this group is a necessity, now more than ever. As the topic of war is discussed, I see something behind the eyes of everyone in the group. Revenge. We had been so fortunate, many thought us untouchable. Perhaps it isn’t such a good idea to go to war with arrogance and vengeance leading the way. However it is too late. The fire has already begun.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Venom Pinata

Venom Pinata!