I wrote the prologue for this story too, and one of my friends is going to write the next part. This part will be more interesting than the prologue, I promise. It'll be less sad too. I have no idea why it is necessary to say that we don't own Pokemon. This is a FANFIC, not a story that gives us money. We aren't claiming Pokemon!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part One ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked up blearily, hoping that the literal rain of terror had stopped. As unlucky as we few kids were, someone at least must have liked us, to send the Jirachi Comet, the big yellow part, off past into space. It was getting noticeably cooler, and we all had sighed with relief. I glanced around the small room, looking at my two best friends, huddled in separate corners. Torgan was dressed in some baggy jeans and a reddish T-shirt, his alligator underwear showing because he refused to wear a belt. I smiled slightly. Typical Torgan. My eyes passed over my friend Sarah, with shoulder-length blonde hair, naturally tipped with light orange, wearing a pale yellow shirt and cut-off jeans. I ran my fingers through my short hair, even shorter than Sarah's, thinking about how it used to be brown, but now dyed a sooty gray, thanks to my visit to the surface. I looked at all the kids next; poor things, even though we three had lost our parents too, it was so much worse for them since they were so young. My heart went out to them, but not so much to the other three 'big kids' with us. I slowly stood up, and no one stirred, so I went to paw through the books I found on the surface. Deep Secret, The Golden Compass, Snakehead, a Pokemon guidebook with 390 Pokemon, a sketchbook, and a couple Artemis Fowl books. I realized with a shock that I was looking at the contents of my backpack. I couldn't believe that they actually were in okay shape. I glanced at the Pokemon book, sighing with annoyance. Some years before, some kid had gotten hold of it, and scribbled on all the legendaries, except for Suicune, which I guess he must have liked. Stupid kid. It would have been that much more interesting if the book was complete. No use now, considering that the perpetrator was most likely dead. No one deserves to die for messing up books. Well, maybe...but I shook away that thought. Everyone was still sleeping. I gingerly picked up the sketchbook, the only thing in bad shape, and my stomach lurched when I saw one of my drawings. I didn't look at it too hard; I didn't want to. It was a Celebi, meticulously drawn for Torgan's sister, Brittany. I was going to give it to her, after school, but now... I swallowed hard, forcing the thoughts to the back of my mind. Focus on the present, not the past. There are lives to look after! I don't have time wallow in pity! The pity would come later. Now, to the lives to be looked after part. "Torgan, Sarah, wake up! We have to get some food ready. The kids will be up soon!" I whispered urgently. "Ugh," Torgan groaned. "What's for breakfast?" Sarah looked at him sternly. "All you're worried about is what to eat?" she sighed, "Well, there's some juice packs and trail mix in that box over there," A couple of the kids woke up, red-eyed and hungry. I stared down at my, well; actually Torgan's, Pokemon book, picked it up, and started flipping through the pages. I stopped at one of my favorite Pokemon, Eevee, and concentrated on it; the creamy mane around its neck, the rabbit like ears, and the foxy tail, tipped with cream. Sarah glanced over at me. "What would you like, Jaimy? We have dried apples and - Jaimy? Where are you? If you're hiding, this isn't funny!" "What are you talking about, Sarah? I'm right here!" I tried to say, but all that came out were a series of high squeaky noises. What's going on?! I thought, staring at Sarah in confusion. "Did I just hear... Jaimy's voice... in my head?! Am I going crazy?" She said, turning to Torgan. "Umm," he looked nervous, "I think I heard it too." < What's wrong with you two? Stop talking about me as if I'm not here! And I'm right by the books, like I was two minutes ago! And I didn't say anything! > I thought agitatedly at them. I decided to stop trying to actually talk, as I was only making animal noises. Maybe something was wrong with my mouth? And they seemed to hear my thoughts when I was thinking in their direction. Sarah and Torgan slowly turned to face me again, and stared at me. "Please tell me I'm hallucinating, because I swear I see an Eevee where Jaimy just was..." Sarah said more calmly than she looked. "No," Torgan began slowly, confusion written all over his face, "I see it too. This can't be real." I felt like punching him. Of course I was real, and I wasn't an it! But that part, about there being an Eevee where I was supposed to be... I looked down at myself, and gasped. I saw two cute little brown paws, and a creamy scruff around my neck. I felt dizzy. I focused on an image of myself, thinking about what I looked like. Focus, short brown hair, Visual Arts shirt, green corduroy pants. Sarah and Torgan gasped like I did, and I looked at myself again, and I was myself. My clothes were now a little brown, and tan around my neck, but I was me. "Uh," I said nervously, "Was I an actual Eevee? Like the Pokemon? Because I'm totally weirded out." "No kidding!" Torgan laughed, but it sounded off, "We are too. I mean, didn't you just turn into an Eevee?! Oh, I'm perfectly comfortable with that; it happens all the time!" Sarah smirked. Now I really felt like punching him! Controlling myself, noticing for the first time the kids who awake were staring at us, I smiled soothingly in their direction, before speaking normally. "Shut up Torgan. We don't need your sarcasm now." Actually, I more like grumbled it. I was annoyed with him for cracking jokes at a time like this. "But Jaimy, how did you turn into an Eevee in the first place?" Sarah said hesitantly, "I mean, I saw you looking at that Pokemon book, but you've always had tha-" "Actually, that's my book that she's been 'borrowing'." Torgan said drying, with a pointed look at me. "Sor-ry. Like, I've treated it well, and you don't ask for it back. And stop distracting us! And don't interrupt Sarah! That's rude!" Now it was my turn glare at him, and I turned back to Sarah, who looked slightly cross from being interrupted. "Sarah, I was just looking at the picture of an Eevee, like concentrating on all the details, and then you looked over at me and I was an Eevee. I don't know exactly what happened. But the really weird part is I, well, this is a bit embarrassing, but when we went to the surface that one time, and you two mentioned Pokemon, I made a wish. A wish to be a Pokemon. I know it sounds silly, but with the Jirachi Comet and all, I think my wish came true..." I looked up, to see how crazy they thought I was, and wasn't surprised to see their shocked faces. "Yeah, I know it's unbelievable guys, but I swear I'm telling the truth." I mumbled. "That's not it," Torgan began, "I made that same wish outside!" "S-so did I!" Sarah stammered, and we all looked at each other in fear, or something close. Maybe it was awe. I only realized that everyone, and I mean everyone, was staring at us. I guess the other kids woke up finally. I blushed, but you can't really tell with me, and Torgan and Sarah looked very uncomfortable. I quickly smoothed things over, showing the kids the books and so on. Tyler, along with Talina and Sean, were looking at us funny, but I ignored them. I was thinking; what if there were other survivors besides us out there? And what about supplies? We had only been in here for about a week, and we were going to run out of food eventually. We were going to have to look for supplies, and it would be useful if Sarah and Torgan could turn into Pokemon too, which was highly likely they could. Not only that, I was yearning to see what the world was like now. (Plus, thanks to this strong urge to turn into an Absol or Espeon, I was practically dying to try.) I knew that Torgan and Sarah could transform though; I could feel it. And I knew that we could leave Tyler, Talina, and Sean to look after things, because they were the same age as us. They were responsible. "Hey, Talina, Sean, Tyler. I know you were awake when you saw me transform, and, ahh, you three didn't visit the surface like Torgan, Sarah, and I did, so I'm pretty sure that they can turn into Pokemon, and you can't. So, I was thinking, you guys should stay here and look after the kids, while we go and look for survivors and supplies, because I know you know that we will eventually run out of food, so yeah," I finished, out of breath. "What do you say?" I could tell that they knew that I was right, and were smart enough to see the truth of my words. They nodded, and I smiled at them, but I'm not sure how genuine that smile was. "Thanks," I breathed. "Whew." I beckoned to my friends, and excitedly explained my plan to them. Torgan looked hyped up and a little nervous, while Sarah looked way nervous and way excited. I showed them the book, and told them to pick a small Pokemon to turn into, because of the limited space. Torgan turned into a Torchic, blowing little flames at Sarah and I, and Sarah turned into a Pidgey and flew around the children. They laughed delightedly and tried to catch her, but failed. It was so awesome! When Torgan turned back, his jeans were a sandy light brown, and his shirt a little brighter red, and Sarah's yellow T-shirt had mellowed out into a tan, with jagged brown around the edges. We discussed the clothes thing, and we all felt that it was a relief we didn't morph back without our clothes. We were almost ready to head out. We fashioned a carrier case for the books, I was bringing my sketchbook along, you never know when it will be useful, for easier carrying use, made out of a Fred Meyer plastic bag and some cloth woven around it. We all decided on our forms; I would go as an Absol, useful to see if any disasters were coming, Sarah would be an Arcanine, and would carry the book first, and Torgan would get his dream to be a Blaziken. I had been debating to be an Espeon, but I thought that Absols were better equipped for traveling against rugged land. After all, they did live in the mountains. We said our good byes, and received our good lucks, and we packed a small portion of dried food to eat, and we'd come back for more if we couldn't find anything edible. We stepped outside, not daring to look back, in case we lost our resolve. Sarah took out the book, and morphed first, then me, then Torgan. Because he had the only arms that resembled human arms, he carefully put the book back in the case. We were ready, and our adventure had truly begun. ...To Be Continued... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- How do you like it? Send reviews if you must, but we're not writing this story just for reviews; we're doing it for fun! However, as I said before, constructive criticism is good, but we will still delete flames ASAP! You have been warned, TWICE! Anyway, thanks for reading!