Lovely Gardevoir Ch.1(revision)
#1 of Lovely Gardevoir
This is a revision of chapters one and two of my Lovely Gardevoir story, please comment and share your honest opinion about it. Words cased in 'thinking' are thoughts, and verbal comments are cased in "speech". If there ANY problems understanding this method, please PM me, Enjoy!!!
Lovely Gardevoir
Hello, my name is Jonathan Buss, I'm 20 years old and 5'6, way 183 ½ lbs. and prefer to wear brown cowboy boots, jeans, and western button-up shirts. My eyes are green and blue with brown flecks, although they occasionally change full to brown, (yes, this is true!), I have brown hair and a red beard.
Why am I telling you all this?
Because I'm currently standing in front of a mirror in my bathroom, on the second floor of my 4 bedroom house in the middle of nowhere, Italy, Texas. As I'm looking in the mirror, I think about whether or not to shave my beard, as well as what I'm going to make for dinner, when I look out my window and realize that it's getting very late, evident by the moon being high in the sky, and my growling stomach.
Hearing this I forget about shaving and walk out the bathroom door into my bedroom and grab my single-shot bolt-action 30-06 rifle and 4 bullets. On my way downstairs, I load 1 bullet into the 100 year old rifle and put the other 3 into my pocket. Then I let my mind fog over as I suddenly bolt out the back door and into the nearby woods.
Along the way I run through a mile of shrubs and trees, spot several doe with young, but I kept going until I spotted a buck, a big one, with horns nearly 3 feet, side-to-side, and I slowly stopped and lower myself down into the brush rubbing my leg. As I pulled the rifle up to take the shot, I aimed for the shoulder, and just as I pulled the trigger, a bolt of lightning hit the ground halfway between me and the buck.
"Damn, Guess now I'm gonna have ta hunt lil bit longer for dinner." I say under my breath.
So, being pissed off, I walked over to where the lightning struck to curse mother nature for taking my supper, and I double back in shock, because laying in the smoke is.....
Lovely Gardevoir Ch1
A gardevoir was lying in the middle of Mother Nature's burn mark. I slowly gathered up the courage to get closer, because pokemon were un-heard of in my world. Sure we had games and cartoons of them, but an ACTUAL pokemon!? As I began to start thinking more and more of this creature, it began to stir. That's when I noticed a small pool of blood with a reflection of the moon glinting in it, and I began to worry as to what could have happened to the gardevoir.
"Aww hell, I can't just leave it here! I'm takin' it back to the house!" I whisper as I gingerly put my arms underneath it and picked it up slowly, to keep from hurting it more than it already is, and then I slowly began the walk back to my house.
Next Day
I just stared, I've no idea how long I sat there, staring as she slept on my couch, now breathing evenly in her sleep, the red spike in her chest (I had to stitch it back on, because I thought it was some weapon that had been imbedded in her, but, obviously, I was wrong 'Ç' ), apparently the reason for her being injured was when I shot, I had fired my rifle into the lightning and shot her in the stomach.
(I know you want it, so here)
FLAHBACK
After I got back to my house, I walked inside and laid it upon the couch and began trying to dress the wound as best I could. I found a small pair of tweezers and, being careful, gently tugged at the dress-like fabric which hung to her form. Just as I had suspected it would, the fabric was lifted up as though it were a real dress. Then came the uneasy part, as I slowly started to lower the shoulder straps of its dress until they were below the red spike.
The dress would not go below the spike for some reason though. So I decided to suck it up attempt to pull it up from the bottom. Once it was at the red spike though, I stopped and laid the dress gently over her spike and attempted to clean the bullet wound with a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey I had on a shelf near the fire place, it's not like everyone has peroxide or hospital approved rubbing alcohol, now is it? XD, but first I put 2 clean rags in her mouth to keep her from screaming out and distracting me from the wound.
Once I had her gagged properly, I then poured the whiskey onto my tweezers and pulled the bullet without much trouble from her, just a grunt or 2 as she was in dreamland currently, and then poured some of the whiskey into the wound.
This elicited a minute or 2 of screaming as she fully awoke once the pain from the whiskey registered in her mind. After I stopped pouring whiskey into the hole she passed out again. I grabbed a poker from the fireplace that I had (thankfully) lit just before I had gone upstairs to shave. The poker was now red hot, I had forgotten to remove it from the fireplace earlier and lightly touched the tip to her flesh around the wound and gently added pressure. Once the poker touched her she awoke again and began writhing around, which was a problem for only a minute as she had only became semi-conscious, so once she finished moving, I finished cauterizing the bullet hole and applied a clean rag. After I had administered the make-shift bandages, I applied a layer of gauze to seal it all up.
Then I lowered her dress back down to around her ankles then sat in the chair across from her and, just watched. I think it was 2 or 3 hours later that she started trying to get up, and I simply put my hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back into the couch.
"You're gonna get hurt if you move too much."
I saw nothing but fear in her deep purple eyes as she slowly fell asleep again.
PRESENT DAY
She awoke the next day at 3:45 a.m. and I had been cutting some apples and oranges that I had picked from out back. She walked into the kitchen and I turned and offered her half of an apple, which she took and ate greedily, then I motioned for her to sit.
"How did you get here?" I asked as she sat down, I then offered her a glass of water.
"All I remember is a flash of light, a bang, then...then all that pain, why did you cause me all that pain?" she replied.
"Because, you would be dead right now if I hadn't."
This caused her to do a double take to me, then to a throbbing pain in her mid-region, to which I just held up a jar and shook it. I could hear the bullet in it bouncing off the glass as I shook it for her to see.
"You want a souvenir?" I asked her slowly.
Then there was a knock on the door. I grunted and told her to be quiet and stay there as I walked out of the kitchen to the front door. When I opened it I saw a man wearing an expensive looking brown striped suit with an odd purple undershirt.
"Can I help you?" I said when I opened the door.
"Yes, I'm Tom Sanders and I would like a word with a Jonathan Buss, is he... What is that?!?"
He slowly pointed his hand behind me and fainted. I turned to see the gardevoir was right behind me.
"Why didn't you stay in the kitchen?" I asked.
"Sorry, but I was curious as to who was here." She responded, with a look like a child's that's been scolded for playing with matches on a brand new couch.
'women' I thought to myself with a shake of my head. When I looked back up, I could see her looking down on me like I'd done something wrong.
'Can you hear me?' I thought towards her.
"Kinda hard not to...all you humans are so loud."
"You can read minds."
I could see her fighting with herself about something, then I heard her say,
"
Maybe, why should I tell you?"
To Be Continued(SINISTER LAUGHTER)