The Path of Sacrifice
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Category:
Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
9,384
Reviews:
43
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own pokemon or any relating characters/items. I am not making money off this story. It contains adult content. Don't sue me.
Stand off
Link: It’s really a combination of a lot of things. I can’t type too long before the people I live with wanna kill me from the sound of typing. My wireless router only lets me get a connection in the living room because of metal walls. (Old house.) I HATE writing in sessions; once I START a chapter I want to finish it, lest I lose the idea of where I was going, especially if it’s a “special” scene and I’ve lost the “zest” to write it at that given time. Lol...AND finally, I work full time, and three quarters of the time, it’s night shift, and I can’t type at work (Explaining to my boss why I’m on a website called adult anything is far too awkward...) and I can’t type long BEFORE work, because my brain is like oatmeal and I have from 6 pm to 10 to write and I usually get 1700-2000 words in that time because of TV being on (lol..) and my WMP speed is like slow when I’m not concentrating. ^^; Wait, why am I explaining myself?...Lol. Maybe because I try to be as interactive with fans ‘cause they never comment on my stuff. And, just a note: This section is dead because; how many people over 18 actually still like pokemon, and furthermore, what percent of those enjoy pokemon in a sexual sense? Lmao...
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Angel tossed a familiar red and white toned ball at Moonlight, but shock of all shocks, the little silvery-sheened feline with a messed up face stepped away, and cringed, as if it was scared. The little red ball merely rolled onto the grass, and away a few feet. Moonlight shook its head vigorously, and gave Angel a look as if to say “Oh god, please no.”
“Moonlight, what’s the matter? I thought you were going to come with me....” Maybe it misunderstood, she thought, her heart sinking.
“Vee!” it spoke out, nodding again. It looked to the ball, and then shied away from it again. “Veeee...” it shuddered, flicking the ball away with the end of its tail.
“Oh, I get it – you’re scared of pokeballs.” Glancing up at the mention of the word scared, Moonlight gave her an angry looking face.
“VEE!” it exclaimed, and promptly stuck its nose on the button, vanishing within the ball. Angel stood, a confused look upon her face, blinking a good thirty times. She picked the ball up off the ground, and tossed it to release Moonlight. The little pokemon appeared once again before her.
“Now, what was that all about?...” she inquired, tilting her head to look at the pokemon. Eevee pretended not to listen, and merely stared up into the distance, sniffing around the vicinity. “You smell something, Moonlight?” she asked, glancing up in the direction Moonlight was looking.
“Vee.... Eevee!” it exclaimed, glanced at her, and ran headlong towards the town.
“Hey, wait!” Angel dashed after the little pokemon, picking up his pokeball on the way. But, she slid to a stop, as a faint zing sound rang out behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, a whoosh followed by a second zing passed by her peripheral vision, and the tree just by her head shuffled a little. “Bullets!”
“VEE!” Moonlight shouted at her, almost willing her to keep running. Thank Arceus the human knew enough to. Angel scooped up the little pokemon, and ran – not home, like she likely should have, but straight for Professor Oak’s home.
“PROFESSOR!” she shouted, banging hard on the door, as hard as she could, as little zings flew past the side of the house. They were landing well away from her, but if she went back any further... “PROFESSOR! WAKE UP!” she screamed. If anyone could subdue a sniper, it was him. Groggily, the old man pulled open the door.
“Aaaaangel, I told you not to come show me at three am...” he muttered, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“NO! NO PROFESSOR, ITS AN EMERGENCY!” she screamed, huddling as close to the door as she possibly could. As a well-timed confirmation, a bullet flew and lodged itself into the ground near her feet. “He moved, he moved! GET INSIDE!” she shoved the old man back into his house, and followed closely behind him, slamming the door. She set Moonlight down, and dashed over to the kitchen to close the window blinds.
“What the HELL is going on, Angel?!” Oak exclaimed, from his fallen over position on the floor.
“Okay. Just listen, hear me out. I was jumped by a Team Rocket guy who was trying to rape and kidnap me, and threatened to kill the entire town with the sniper that’s firing at us right now. Moonlight here jumped the Rocket and killed him to save my life, but once I moved into his line of sight, the sniper is trying to kill me. There’s now a sniper with orders to kill us all, and a dead body just outside town.”
Oak sat there, as if trying to make sense of her quick-breathed rant.
“...Are you on LSD or something, Angel?” he muttered, standing to his feet. Dusting his rear end off, he shook his head.
“VEE!” Moonlight exclaimed, angrily, stepping into the light which came from the only lamp on in the living room. Oak stumbled back a bit; where did the pokemon come from?! Not only that, it was shiny.
“What!? You caught a...Shiny?” he exclaimed, staring incredulously at the Eevee.
“Now isn’t the time to talk about that! I don’t even know what you’re talking about, but...Don’t you have a flying pokemon to go take care of that sniper?”
“Angel, now I’m happy you caught something, but making up stories isn’t wise.” He chided. Moonlight glared at the old man as Angel opened her mouth to speak.
“Vee...” it interrupted, and leapt up onto the kitchen counter. The old bugger really needed proof, didn’t he? Smartly, the pokemon’s tail moved up under the kitchen window’s blinds, and swished back and forth. Angel eyed him, but got the idea after a moment, and shuffled over to Oak’s side of the room, well away from the window.
“Watch Moonlight...” she pointed. Without a moment’s more passing, the window suddenly rang out with a “ting” sound, like splitting glass, and a long sniper round, the kind capable of hitting tanks, flew through the window, and embedded itself in the wall just a few feet from the humans. Oak staggered back in shock, and collapsed onto the couch nearby.
“Okay! I believe you! Call the police!” he exclaimed, as Moonlight casually leapt off the counter.
“What are the cops gonna do?! Go after a sniper with those stupid Growlithe?”
“Well, we can’t just sit here and let that guy shoot at us! If anyone else leaves their homes, they’ll be killed!”
“Don’t you have a flying pokemon?” Angel queried, glancing hopefully at her new pokemon. Catching the look in her eye, he shook his head.
“Absolutely not!” he chastised, plucking up his phone. “We’ll let the Police deal with it. You can’t very well run home, so you’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll tell your mother in the morning what’s going on, and you’ll be safe here. You might as well get some sleep.”
“Safe? Waiting for the cops to get him? He knows where we are, he has orders to kill us. All of us. You expect me to sleep when there’s an armed gunman sitting God knows where, waiting to kill us all?” she replied, crossing her arms.
“You’re safer in here than out there, Angel. Now, go to sleep...” Oak said, pushing in the all too familiar combination: 9-1-1.
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Now, I realize that I’ve been promising longer chapters. I WILL give you longer chapters, but I had to end this one with a hint of a cliffy. Lol...
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Angel tossed a familiar red and white toned ball at Moonlight, but shock of all shocks, the little silvery-sheened feline with a messed up face stepped away, and cringed, as if it was scared. The little red ball merely rolled onto the grass, and away a few feet. Moonlight shook its head vigorously, and gave Angel a look as if to say “Oh god, please no.”
“Moonlight, what’s the matter? I thought you were going to come with me....” Maybe it misunderstood, she thought, her heart sinking.
“Vee!” it spoke out, nodding again. It looked to the ball, and then shied away from it again. “Veeee...” it shuddered, flicking the ball away with the end of its tail.
“Oh, I get it – you’re scared of pokeballs.” Glancing up at the mention of the word scared, Moonlight gave her an angry looking face.
“VEE!” it exclaimed, and promptly stuck its nose on the button, vanishing within the ball. Angel stood, a confused look upon her face, blinking a good thirty times. She picked the ball up off the ground, and tossed it to release Moonlight. The little pokemon appeared once again before her.
“Now, what was that all about?...” she inquired, tilting her head to look at the pokemon. Eevee pretended not to listen, and merely stared up into the distance, sniffing around the vicinity. “You smell something, Moonlight?” she asked, glancing up in the direction Moonlight was looking.
“Vee.... Eevee!” it exclaimed, glanced at her, and ran headlong towards the town.
“Hey, wait!” Angel dashed after the little pokemon, picking up his pokeball on the way. But, she slid to a stop, as a faint zing sound rang out behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, a whoosh followed by a second zing passed by her peripheral vision, and the tree just by her head shuffled a little. “Bullets!”
“VEE!” Moonlight shouted at her, almost willing her to keep running. Thank Arceus the human knew enough to. Angel scooped up the little pokemon, and ran – not home, like she likely should have, but straight for Professor Oak’s home.
“PROFESSOR!” she shouted, banging hard on the door, as hard as she could, as little zings flew past the side of the house. They were landing well away from her, but if she went back any further... “PROFESSOR! WAKE UP!” she screamed. If anyone could subdue a sniper, it was him. Groggily, the old man pulled open the door.
“Aaaaangel, I told you not to come show me at three am...” he muttered, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“NO! NO PROFESSOR, ITS AN EMERGENCY!” she screamed, huddling as close to the door as she possibly could. As a well-timed confirmation, a bullet flew and lodged itself into the ground near her feet. “He moved, he moved! GET INSIDE!” she shoved the old man back into his house, and followed closely behind him, slamming the door. She set Moonlight down, and dashed over to the kitchen to close the window blinds.
“What the HELL is going on, Angel?!” Oak exclaimed, from his fallen over position on the floor.
“Okay. Just listen, hear me out. I was jumped by a Team Rocket guy who was trying to rape and kidnap me, and threatened to kill the entire town with the sniper that’s firing at us right now. Moonlight here jumped the Rocket and killed him to save my life, but once I moved into his line of sight, the sniper is trying to kill me. There’s now a sniper with orders to kill us all, and a dead body just outside town.”
Oak sat there, as if trying to make sense of her quick-breathed rant.
“...Are you on LSD or something, Angel?” he muttered, standing to his feet. Dusting his rear end off, he shook his head.
“VEE!” Moonlight exclaimed, angrily, stepping into the light which came from the only lamp on in the living room. Oak stumbled back a bit; where did the pokemon come from?! Not only that, it was shiny.
“What!? You caught a...Shiny?” he exclaimed, staring incredulously at the Eevee.
“Now isn’t the time to talk about that! I don’t even know what you’re talking about, but...Don’t you have a flying pokemon to go take care of that sniper?”
“Angel, now I’m happy you caught something, but making up stories isn’t wise.” He chided. Moonlight glared at the old man as Angel opened her mouth to speak.
“Vee...” it interrupted, and leapt up onto the kitchen counter. The old bugger really needed proof, didn’t he? Smartly, the pokemon’s tail moved up under the kitchen window’s blinds, and swished back and forth. Angel eyed him, but got the idea after a moment, and shuffled over to Oak’s side of the room, well away from the window.
“Watch Moonlight...” she pointed. Without a moment’s more passing, the window suddenly rang out with a “ting” sound, like splitting glass, and a long sniper round, the kind capable of hitting tanks, flew through the window, and embedded itself in the wall just a few feet from the humans. Oak staggered back in shock, and collapsed onto the couch nearby.
“Okay! I believe you! Call the police!” he exclaimed, as Moonlight casually leapt off the counter.
“What are the cops gonna do?! Go after a sniper with those stupid Growlithe?”
“Well, we can’t just sit here and let that guy shoot at us! If anyone else leaves their homes, they’ll be killed!”
“Don’t you have a flying pokemon?” Angel queried, glancing hopefully at her new pokemon. Catching the look in her eye, he shook his head.
“Absolutely not!” he chastised, plucking up his phone. “We’ll let the Police deal with it. You can’t very well run home, so you’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll tell your mother in the morning what’s going on, and you’ll be safe here. You might as well get some sleep.”
“Safe? Waiting for the cops to get him? He knows where we are, he has orders to kill us. All of us. You expect me to sleep when there’s an armed gunman sitting God knows where, waiting to kill us all?” she replied, crossing her arms.
“You’re safer in here than out there, Angel. Now, go to sleep...” Oak said, pushing in the all too familiar combination: 9-1-1.
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Now, I realize that I’ve been promising longer chapters. I WILL give you longer chapters, but I had to end this one with a hint of a cliffy. Lol...