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"Shut up Gold, and quit following me!" A rather flustered, and not to mention angry red head screeched, receiving stares from the various on-lookers of Azalea Town. His unsympathetic and infamous silver irises shimmered with the intent of hurting the other teenage boy, if he did not heed his warning, and quickly. The other member of the party just beamed a ridiculous grin, flashing dazzling white teeth, as a hyperactive Aipom, continued to tug at a pair of large goggles that remained nestled in a mass of raven hair. "Now Silv, I wouldn't call this a mere 'coincidence'. If anyone is the stalker here it is so you~" The dark haired boy provok

Chapter Four Superstitions are weird and unusual beliefs, I mean; who thought that by walking underneath a ladder, or breaking a mirror would conjure up years of bad luck? Well, in a normal, everyday life situation, most people could possibly overlook superstitions as nothing more than fabrication, made up to tease paranoid passer-by's, and to forever twist the fabric of that person's mind. Today was a different matter entirely. Today was Friday the 13th, and as we all know; bared connotations to bad occurrences, or freak accidents, so forgive me if I wasn't just a little bit concerned here. It was also the dreaded day of my test results, a

Chapter Three The imperious sense of dread continued to weigh me down for the remainder of the day. I just knew that something was seriously wrong, yet I couldn't put my finger on it. My birthday had been a nice celebration, but now I was back home, and the overwhelming knowledge of my demise was drawing near, resting was the last thing I could do. My attention piqued when a news report flashed on the television screen, and I stopped walking, watching the reporter intently. "This is Cerise Winters reporting in Castelia City. International Police are currently on the lookout for two teenagers, who are suspected to be leading rebel forces. Re

Chapter Three No-one knew that it would take a single spark to detonate the time bomb…. Christmas Time was the only time of year where anyone managed to see a flicker of pure animation light up Red's crimson eyes. Ever since his mother had told him the enchanting fairy-tale of a man called Santa Claus, and how he miraculously managed to swiftly deliver presents all over the region to good boys and girls, it captivated him. However, there were some things he was told that confused him; for example: Santa was supposed to enter a person's home through their chimney, but Red ingeniously pointed out that their chimney wasn't able to do th

Chapter two School is never easy for people, regardless of their mental state of mind. It's distressing, mind-numbing and boring as hell to the majority of children. Red, however, actually enjoyed going to school as part of his routine. He kept himself to himself and didn't socialise as much as the others would have liked, but it didn't bother him. Green was the only friend he needed, and that suited him fine. Having new people interrupt his perfectly content life was something that raven-haired boy couldn't handle very well, and everyone who knew him was aware of that fact. However, it seemed Red's mental state of mind had become something

Chapter One When Red turned eight years old, it became apparent that his need for routine and stability was something of a must have. If the slightest thing was out of place, or if someone ruined his daily routine, he just couldn’t deal with it and his brain would go into overload, resulting in hours locked away in his room. His mother had assumed it was just part of growing up, but when she witnessed how Green behaved around others, she came to realise that her precious boy was very different. Different in today’s society wasn’t something to be proud of, in fact it led to bullying and torment. Thankfully, Red had his eve

Chapter Two Don't you just hate it when your leg won't stop bouncing up and down because you're that freaking nervous? Yeah...that! I swear I must have chewed my pencil to ribbons by now, and my eyes kept glancing at the large clock that hung lazily on the wall. Two hours...two hours and this would all be over with. I stole a glance at Rosa, who had taken to a desk two rows ahead of me. I could see her head bowed, as she scribbled furiously on her paper, determined as ever to follow her dreams. Hugh sat to her right, his mass of dark navy hair easily recognisable. He too was busy writing down on the paper, oblivious to everything. Most of

Chapter One They say that all rules are meant to be broken, no matter how serious they are, or how important. Of course, that isn’t so simple when you live in a world governed by fanatics, who seemed to fabricate the rules as they go along. No obvious direction to their schemes, just whatever works at that time. Team Plasma: the new age of liberation. Or so they thought. Convincing the entire region to release all their Pokemon for the greater good was a doomed idea from the start, so their pompous leader; Ghetsis, had other ideas. He created a sadistic world. where people were ‘allowed’ to keep their Pokemon, under certai