|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The Collar - Reincarnation (Prologue)
In today’s time, nobody ever truly knows why some people do the things that they do. They do not know why they suddenly act so differently at a random given time. We are all oblivious and are forced to believe that previous experiences are what can effect anyone’s actions in the future.
Some of us turn good for the better, bad for the worse, good for the bad, or even bad for the good. In the end, no matter how we all look at it, our previous experiences are in fact the tiny baby steps that lead to our true selves. No one, no matter how strong, can ever tempt their own fate.
Some of us run from these problems. Others, in vain, try and face them. Some of us try and forget about such experiences, but they always come back to bite in the future whenever it matters the least, and the fact that it is even brought up again makes it suddenly matter the most.
However, some of us are not people or humans, Some of us are, in fact, a completely different species, facing these same prob
The Collar: 1In the middle of a summer vacation, people always seemed to be more vibrant and alive with their Pokemon. It was a time of year where the outside was a pleasant thing to be a part of. The weather was perfect, the sun was shining, and nature itself was shining its colors as flowers and trees were at the peek of their beauty. For most people and Pokemon, this was their favorite time of year. Most others couldn't stand the cold at all. It prevented them from being outside too much, and Pokemon battles were nowhere near as active in the Winter as they were in the Summer.
For a particular team of Pokemon, their view on Summer was no different than most others. For Jenna and her team, this was the best time of the year. To them, every Summer day was like Christmas. There were things to do for all of them almost every day, whether it was for fun, or simply doing a chore or two. Right now, the team was enjoying a relaxing day at the beach near their ranch, each of them occupied with different
The Collar: 3Ross slowly started to open his eyes, his vision a little blurry. His back ached, and his right hand felt as if it was on fire. He grunts in pain as he tries to sit up, but does so with difficulty. As he sits all the way up, a rush of pain immediately floods his head, and he growls as he puts his hands up to his forehead. He notices a wet feeling on his right hand. Confused, he brings the hand down in front of him to look at, and gasps when he sees that his entire right arm is covered in blood.
“W-what is this?” he asks himself, slowly getting up, his gaze never leaving his blood-covered hand. As he finally puts his hand down, he looks around, and notices that he is still in the forest. It was a lot darker than earlier, and he felt a strange aura in the air, almost as if the reign of evil itself was nearby. Ross notices that his neck feels a lot more free than usual, and realizes that his collar is no longer on. He looks down on the ground, and finds it just a few feet away
The Collar: 5Cotton was running as fast as she could through the dark forest. She did not know why, how, or even from whom she was running from, but all she did know was that she was being chased, and if she wasn't quick enough, she would be caught in an instant.
Her breathing became panting as she picked up the pace, eager to outrun the monster chasing her. Loud growls and fast-paced footsteps could be heard from behind her as she ran, and they were getting louder by the second, signaling that she would be doomed any minute.
Suddenly, the growls behind her start turning into small yells, and Cotton yelps in fear as she trips over a tree root on the forest ground. She doesn't even take a moment to look behind her, as she was both too scared and too convinced that if she did, then the monster- or whatever it was that was chasing her- would get her. Instead, she bolts right back up, and immediately begins to run again.
As she continues to run, she bursts through some trees only to find a giant
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
Keep in Touch!