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 Tragic Redux
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Posted: Mar 6 2012, 03:33 PM


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    The commercial plane hummed quietly as it maneuvered skillfully through the skies; it had been a pretty turbulent ride thus far, but the unsatisfactory weather conditions were finally letting up now that they proceeded to a higher altitude despite the pilot's initial hesitation. Hemming, who roused himself from a spontaneous nap, had acquired himself a window seat down near the back end of the fuselage. He sat next to his Feraligatr, Reuben, whose wracking snores vibrated the both of their seats, and his Alakazam, Penn, who was flipping through the thin pages of a cheap in-flight magazine in search for the refreshments catalog. Hemming twisted his stiff neck and gazed out of the window. It was late evening, and the plane was flying at least five or six miles above a massive body of water. A stewardess made her way down the single aisle with her food cart, handing out bags of chips and cans of soda to those that had ordered them. Once she arrived at his seat, she placed two large trays in front of both Reuben and Penn and asked Hemming if he wanted anything. His stomach was nearing on empty, but he politely and humbly declined her offer, going back to staring blankly out of the window. He adjusted his glasses and watched intently as the ailerons on the right wing flapped up and down with every slight movement of the aircraft. Flight was an amazing thing, so he thought, and he was certainly glad that it had been a peaceful ride so far. The seat belt sign above his seat flashed red. It seemed that they were approaching another turbulent area of thick storm clouds and requested that all passengers remain seated until they passed through it. Hemming refused to buckle his seat belt again; that stupid device was extremely uncomfortable and rough, so instead of following strict policy and regulations, he returned to his sightseeing. The plane began to shake and rumble vigorously, like it was breaking down. The pilot's stern voice resonated from the speakers overhead.
"Hello passengers of Flight 401B, this is your pilot speaking. We are approaching some unexpected turbulence erupting from the south, please remain in your seats with your seat belts buckled until it is safe to remove them. We are two hours from our destination of Lilycove City, Hoenn. In a few moments, we will be passing over the mythical Mirage Island, said to cause even the most mentally stable of people to hallucinate and see things that don't exist. We hope that you are enjoying your flight. Thank you."
    Though there was a rugged and demanding quality in his voice, it was oddly reassuring. Even so, the aircraft continued to waver unsteadily even though they hadn't seen a cloud in the sky for the past hour, nor were any readily approaching. This conundrum deeply perplexed Hemming; he couldn't see anything outside but shadowy waves and an occasional strain of buoys. The heavy vibrations of the plane made him feel sick. It felt like something was approaching them from behind. Another plane, maybe? A scream erupted from the rear of the plane as a young couple saw a huge figure speed past their window. Hemming barely had time to react before the figure throttled past his window, too, tearing the right wing completely from the body of the plane. He was jarred from his seat with such a force that he flew into the opposite side of the aircraft into another man and his Pokémon. Normally, he would have apologized, but he was being suffocated by the amount of adrenaline that his body was producing, not to mention the speed at which his heart was beating created a burning pain in his chest. The entire fuselage was in an uproar. People were tearing off their seat belts and running around the compartment like utter madmen, screaming and crying and holding each other, accepting their untimely fate. The plane continued to rattle and quake as the large figure rushed past again, slamming its body into the airliner with a tremendous amount of power. Hemming was again jostled to the other side of the craft, this time hitting his head on his own window. He looked out to see the head of a substantially enormous green-bodied dragon with piercing, beady yellow eyes. It roared raucously, causing the entire plane to quiver and vibrate once more. It opened its jaws yet again. Hemming could see a bright ball of light forming in the back of its throat. His pupils dilated and he felt as if he couldn't breathe. He spoke, but his voice barely rose above an audible whisper.
"Oh no."
    The dragon reared its massive head and spewed out a potent Hyper Beam attack that removed the entire front half of the plane with ease, as if it had been little more than a piece of paper. Hemming clung to his seat and screamed as the plane rocketed down to the ground, the wind roaring in his ears. He opened his eyes only to see the Rayquaza's golden eyes glaring at him and the other passengers as they plummeted to their deaths. He managed to grab hold of his seat belt and fasten it tightly over his body, hoping to Arceus that he would survive the impact of the plane hitting the water. Only they didn't hit the water. The lower half of the plane crash landed in a forest of thick tropical trees, throwing the passengers from the compartment into every direction possible. Hemming skidded across the beachy sand and slammed his head into a rock while his two Pokémon were thrown into the depths of the island along with most of the other passengers. Hemming was out cold. He'd be out for the next few hours.

    Out of all the places in the world that they could have crash landed, it just had to be Mirage Island.


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Posted: Mar 7 2012, 03:49 PM


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Graham glanced down at his Kyogre shirt with happiness. Sure it had taken him and Lillian a couple washes, countless pre-treating methods and a bunch of rubbing and scrubbing away the Magma blood stains off of Kyogre’s tail. His hand was busy rubbing his Natu’s head in the semblance of a head massage. Of course, the Natu was the spoil Pokemon out his lot. The Natu was perched on his lap, allowing him the sight of the tiny airplane window which he glanced at every half hour.

Graham, what comes up must come down. Zacael telepathic told him. Of course, the Natu would get all cryptic now. He had an uneasy feeling last night. Of course, waking up in the dead of night to a Quagsire hovering over one’s body with a derpy smile would get any reasonable person to fear the Quagsire. Lillian had happy let him fend for himself on the pretenses of ‘You are his BFF. Go. I’m going back to sleep.’ And cause uneasiness. “Zac, what did I tell you about saying stuff like that on a modes of transportation? Besides, the plane is very safe so there is no needed to worry.” Graham told the Natu who jerked his head upright. He poked his peak into Graham’s hand, the gesture clearly showing he wasn’t happy with being ignored. One who ignores the crack in the dam, is the one who ignores the cry of the flood. Zacael continued and Graham sighed. What could he do anyway? Just then, the plane began shaking causing the inflight honey roasted peanuts he had just open to spill on the floor. He grabbed Zac who was about to roll off his lap and clutched him ultra-close to his chest.

"Hello passengers of Flight 401B, this is your pilot speaking. We are approaching some unexpected turbulence erupting from the south, please remain in your seats with your seat belts buckled until it is safe to remove them. We are two hours from our destination of Lilycove City, Hoenn. In a few moments, we will be passing over the mythical Mirage Island, said to cause even the most mentally stable of people to hallucinate and see things that don't exist. We hope that you are enjoying your flight. Thank you."

Graham buckled up his seat belt with the one hand that was holding Zacael in an unbreakable grip. The plane began the shake and quiver like a naked person on the top of a mountain. He glanced at Zacael who glared at him with a hint of smugness and a whole lot of fear in his expression. “It’s okay. he told the little bird who was snuggling into his chest. He stared at the window, his eye’s catching a glimpse of a green tail that swirled around the ship before the sound of tearing metal hit Graham’s ears. HOLY CRAP, IT BROKE THE WING OFF! someone shouted but Graham was still trying to work out what kind of Pokemon that was. His gut was telling him that was Rayquaza but his brain couldn’t believe it. Then all of a sudden, there was a front of the ship and two seconds later it was gone. The plane that was making its way to the ground on its own place was now going at supersonic speeds. Graham realized that if he stayed buckled in that he would go down with the plane, released the seat belt causing him to experience a moment of free fall. “Zacael , use Psychic!” Graham shouted and Zacael responded by using Psychic to safe maneuver them to the island. The Natu had saved his life! Zacael, however was tried by using all that energy and passed out in Graham’s arms. ” Great job Zac! Take a long nap,” glancing around, the Team Aqua admin saw the remains of the plane combust and explode. People were littered all over the island was Graham knew he was lucky just to be alive.

As he walked a bit down the beach, he approached marks in the sand, his eyes followed them and was meet with the sight of a man with his head implanted on a rock. Graham darted to the man, who when he got there, appeared as out cold as Zacael. Deciding to stay with the man, Graham looked towards the sea. “Mirage Island. The island that was the core of pirate nightmares. Graham remembered and murmured it out loud because it offered him a sense of normalcy. He glanced down at the man then back at Zacael then back at the ocean. Mercy, Arcues, have mercy our all our souls.


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Posted: Mar 11 2012, 07:08 PM


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Miles nervously looked out the window as he clutched his seat’s armrest for dear life, he really didn’t like the idea of flying, since he hated the feeling of falling. He always preferred being close to the ground, which was why he usually traveled by boat. His Kecleon, Espio sat calmly beside his trainer while Jazz, his loving Chatot, sat in his trainer’s lap. The bird was whistling his usual upbeat tune of a song that he had heard over the radio. Miles was seriously regretting his choice in travel, but after reading over his most recent case, time was of the essence. The cop pulled out a folder and glanced through it once more, which contained details of Pokémon going berserk and attack their trainers without warning shortly after disappearing in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t long before a flight attendant walked through aisle with her food cart, handing out small snacks and drinks for the passengers. She stopped by Miles and handed him bottled water before continuing on her way. Miles nervously glanced at his water, he just wanted to sleep through this whole trip, and a single pill could pull it off. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a single small white tablet, ”Food? Food?”, the Chatot asked happily. The bird attempted to peck at the medicine, much to his trainer’s dismay, ”No Jazz, this isn’t for you”, he told the Pokémon. The musical bird chirped excitedly at Miles and hopped onto his shoulder. Miles twisted off the cap of the water and dropped the pill inside, watching as it dissolved almost instantly.

"Hello passengers of Flight 401B, this is your pilot speaking. We are approaching some unexpected turbulence erupting from the south; please remain in your seats with your seat belts buckled until it is safe to remove them. We are two hours from our destination of Lilycove City, Hoenn. In a few moments, we will be passing over the mythical Mirage Island, said to cause even the most mentally stable of people to hallucinate and see things that don't exist. We hope that you are enjoying your flight. Thank you."

Miles put the water bottle down and tightly fastened his seatbelt, ”Okay, after this little turbulence is over, I’ll take the medication and sleep blissfully for the rest of the trip”, he planned to himself. Jazz returned to his spot in Miles’ lap, where he was held tightly to prevent any injuries, and Espio calmly pulled the seatbelt over his lap and buckled in. It seemed odd that Espio was so collected despite this being his first time on a plane, though Miles supposed that someone had to be relaxed during the trip. Feeling incredibly nervous, Miles desperately looked out the window, though it wasn't long before he heard shouts and gasps. Espio growled quietly before the plane seemed to be ripped into two pieces. "What the-?! What just happened?!", Miles asked in panic. He tore off his seatbelt and managed to stand before the screaming people on the plane,"I need to calm down the crowd, even if just by a little bit. They need to be informed on how to survive a plane crash!", he thought to himself anxiously. ”Everyone try your very best to stay calm! You must remain buckled in, remove all sharp objects from your pockets and keep a pillow between you and the seat in front of you to cushion the impact of the crash!”, Miles warned. "Place your legs as far under the seats in front of you as possible to prevent your shins from being broken, and keep you heads low!". ”We’re all going to die!!, a man screamed, ignoring Miles’ instructions.

Espio knew all too well that they had to get off the plane before it crashed to the earth below, he tore his seatbelt off and snatched a Pokéball off Miles’ belt, releasing Ace onto the plane. The Luxray had a confused look on his face as total chaos was ensuing aboard the plane, it didn’t take him long though to realize the danger that his team was in. The plane was falling at a faster pace, Ace bit onto his trainer’s sleeve before making a run to the gaping hole in the plane.”A-Ace, what do you think you’re doing!? I-I can’t leave these people to fend for themselves!”, Miles protested. Ace ignored him and used Magnet Rise to float in the air, while Espio grabbed Ace’s tail. The Luxray jumped out of the plane with both his trainer and friend with him. Jazz quickly followed the group, a little shook up by the turn of events. ”Flee! Flee!”, he squawked nervously. It wasn’t long before the team found themselves in some kind of jungle, and Miles angrily pulled his sleeve out of Ace’s mouth, ”What was that for Ace?! Why’d you pull me away from that! Those people needed my help!”, he shouted angrily. Ace only sat down and gave him a stern look, Miles turned away from his faithful companion, sighing heavily, ”You’re right Ace, there wasn’t a whole lot I could’ve done. B-But why- How did this even happen?! Why did I have to be so useless, I couldn’t help those poor people….”, he asked, his voice beginning to shake. Espio climbed on Miles’ shoulder and Jazz sat upon his trainer’s head, but the cop barely even noticed them.

Ace growled, he certainly didn’t approve of what he sensed was coming. Miles was beginning to show signs of self-pity, and self-pity was just one of the things that the island they were trapped on was known for taking advantage of. Ace tugged at his trainer's sleeve to get him to move forward, and while that plan worked, Miles seemed to be completely out of it, only staring at the ground. He simply mumbled under his breath, his hands shaking, as he was led to the island's shore. Espio gazed up at the other two trainers that seemed to be resting on the beach, and Ace quickly recognized them. Miles looked up and saw the trainers as well, a joyful smile forming on his face, "Survivors! So, maybe I'm not such a screw-up after all!", he thought happily. He didn't really care if they had evacuated from the plane before he could have helped them, he was just glad to see that people had survived the crash.... and that he wasn't alone on this accursed island.


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Posted: May 27 2012, 07:04 PM


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    Hemming groaned as he lifted his grit-coated arm from the pristine sands of Mirage Island's beach to rub the top of his head. He'd really hit his head on that rock harder than he thought even though he had only passed out for little under five minutes. His vision was blurry and his head was pounding like a bass drum; he wasn't sure if he was delusional because of the island itself or because of post-concussive syndrome. He muttered something under his breath to the guy sitting next to him, but he wasn't sure if he could hear him or not. He sat upright and held his head in his hands; he wasn't bleeding, but he sure as hell had a giant red knot the size of a golf ball right at the base of his scalp. In fact, he kind of looked like a mentally disabled unicorn.
    "Where are my Pokémon? Where did they go?" he mumbled, running his hands through the sand as if they were still in their Poké balls and he had dropped them on the beach mistakenly. He glanced upward at the sky and saw the faint silhouette of Rayquaza circling around the island, looking for more trespassers to unrelentingly destroy. Parts of the plane that hit the water were already starting to sink; Hemming wondered if there were still any people trapped within the confines of the fuselage. He wondered how many people didn't survive the crash. He was terrified to travel into the jungle in search of his Pokémon and stumble across a dead corpse or two.

    "Hemming," he said with his arm outstretched. "Hemming Stafford. That's my name. Pleasure to meet you, we'll probably be stranded here for a while so we might as well get to know each other a bit." He turned his head gently to greet the other approaching man with a friendly wave. "My Pokémon... I think they're lost in the jungle. Would either of you like to accompany me in looking for them? I understand if you don't want to, but... I heard this place is dangerous. I don't think we'd really have any other choice." He turned out towards to the sea again and noticed that the plane was completely submerged. "Maybe we'll find some survivors along the way." Hemming placed a hand on the sitting man's shoulder and used it to prop himself up so he could stand. He gazed at the perimeter of the jungle, comprised of thick palm trees and sharp white rocks; he had no idea how large Mirage Island actually was, but he'd heard on documentaries that people who went in never came out. None of it really mattered to him, though- he'd rather die trying to look for his Pokémon than die from doing absolutely nothing.

    Gray storm clouds loomed overhead and showered them with a light sprinkle. A crack of lightning struck the surface of the water where the plane crashed and the booming clap of thunder followed closely behind.
    "We'd better get going. The jungle will offer us some safety from this weather, at least temporarily." He started off towards the greenery with his hand still rubbing the tender lump attached to his forehead. He really had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Don't go into the forest.

    Hemming stopped dead in his tracks. He thought he had heard someone say something. A voice. No, it's nothing... It's just this bump on my head, he thought to himself. I'm just a bit delusional from the crash. It's nothing.

Don't go into the forest. You will regret it.




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Posted: May 27 2012, 08:48 PM


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Graham. He heard Fate’s voice and his head and turned to acknowledge her with Zacael still cradled against his chest. He gave her the most reassuring smile he could manage in his current situation. Then a thought stuck him. Would Fate endanger everyone on board the plane to strike some territorial battle with Rayqauza? Glancing back at the Beeheeyem, one that could be easily classified as having a mental disorder, and tried to keep himself from jumping to outlandish conclusions. As if I want control of the sky domain. Too much drama. I had nothing to do with the crash. You should have called me to assist you instead of Zacael. He needs to understand his limit.

Graham knew Fate to know she was hurt that he hadn’t called her out in his near death experience. Like he had time to call her. Refusing to respond to her comment about Zacael, he absently stroked the Natu. He noticed the man had started to move. Backing away from the man, he grabbed his Fate who looked ready to smash him with a palm tree branch and scanned the area for escape routes.

"Hemming Stafford. That's my name. Pleasure to meet you, we'll probably be stranded here for a while so we might as well get to know each other a bit." The man informed Graham with an outstretched hand. Graham took Hemming’s hand in his and gave a warning glance at Fate before replying. “Graham. Graham Bennett I hope that the rescue teams are already on their way. I’ve heard some bad thing about this place and I don’t wanna stick around to find out about them. Are you sure you are okay though? After a hit like that you shouldn’t be moving much, Mr. Stafford. I wouldn’t mind looking for your Pokemon. What Pokemon are you looking for exactly?” Graham inquired as Fate rolled his eyes at him.

We should leave him to his own devices. Fate interjected his thoughts about how far he could allow himself from the beach to help Hemming. As another person approached them, Graham felt Fate tense and relax in waves that was causing him concern. Clearly something was putting her on edge. Clearing his throat, a smiled warmly at a man and his Luxray, “Hello. I’m Graham. I was wondering if you knew anything about any of the rescue efforts or even where they might be?” [/b]

The cry of the flood leads people to their true nature. In the heart of disaster one’s true self comes out. Graham heard Zacael’s words softly in his mind but he latched onto them. It was strange though…because Zacael was still passed out in his arms…

Then where did those words come from? And why did they sound so much like Zacael?


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