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This is an original work by the Author Corren Skyblazer. That is me, not you! Got that!? Anywho, you can contact me at my email
You should not read this work if you are under the age of legal consent wherever you reside. This work may or may not contain any and/or all of the following: death, dismemberment, violent acts, implied sex, explicit sex, violent sex, rape, cannibalism, blasphemy (depending on your religion), BDSM, torture, mimes, and just about anything unwholesome that you could consider.
The pokegirl universe was first documented by Metroanime, enough said. He created the established structure of this whacky place so please let credit go where it is due.
Meet the Kidnappers
Suburban Minnesota, United States of America, 2010 AD
At approximately the same time as the ritual being held by the Four Sanctuary Goths in the Pokegirl World was being held, a Blue Chrysler PT Cruiser was pulling into the driveway of a gray two-story home.
As the driver of the vehicle pulled it to a stop, the lights at the front of the house were turned on, presumably by its occupants. The now off shift McDonald’s cashier, and driver of the aforementioned vehicle, sank back into the driver’s seat of his car with a deep sigh.
“Well…at least I am done with work for today…goodness knows it could have been a lot worse, but I am thankful it was not.” Commented the cashier to himself. He had a tendency to that when alone. Talk to himself that is. Whenever he was alone, be it while reading, writing, or just staring at the ceiling he tended to think a lot. And on occasion he would begin to think out loud.
Looking over into the passenger’s seat of the car, he took note of the red athletics bag that sat there with half of its contents spilling out of the zippered opening at the top. Within that bag was his dirty work out clothes from that afternoon’s Karate class. The clothing consisted of a white martial arts gi and pants, along with a Green Belt.
Also in the bag were his sparring gloves and footpads. Along with a change of dirty clothes, this consisted of a black t-shirt with a golden American flag emblem on the front, and a pair of more than knee length baggy camouflage shorts.
Lying next to him, in between the drivers and passengers seats, sat a knife in a brown leather sheathe. The blade of the knife itself was about 6 inches long, with a mahogany wooden handle that was stained to a very dark shade of brown. This knife had been hand made by his father on his 19th birthday, well more like it was made a month or two afterwards but that was because of a of a busy work schedule for the most part.
To be perfectly honest, he had yet to use the knife for more than opening packages, and occasionally cutting boxes apart for them to be recycled. He did however try to keep the knife on hand, should he ever have to seriously defend himself.
It certainly helped that he had training in the martial arts, mostly in hand to hand combat. One of the things he had learned while taking both Taekwondo and Aikido, was how to disarm an opponent holding a bladed weapon, he certainly knew how to effectively fight an opponent with a knife or sword, now it was just a matter of learning how to properly fight with a knife, which needed to be learned.
Granted, the knife he had wasn’t meant for combat in the first place, however, from testing it out on a few unfortunate cardboard boxes, as well as with other similar objects, he had found that his knife could definitely be utilized in such a situation.
The now off duty cashier also happened to have a few other items within his car that were not within his general line of sight, which isn’t unexpected considering they were sitting in the trunk of the PT Cruiser, which happened to be located right behind the back seat.
Within the trunk of his vehicle were a bunch of folded blankets, kept there in the event of a road side emergency, which may see him sleeping in the backseat of the Cruiser. Also back there was his school bag, which at the moment contained no textbook, since he was taking the coming summer off from school. All that was within the bag were some extra notebooks and mechanical pencils.
“Well I better head inside, the dogs are probably barking enough as it is-” was his final spoken thought, just as he was about to grab the handle on the driver’s side of the vehicle, something…strange happened.
A light that seemed to come from both the moonless night sky, and from the ground at the same time enveloped his PT Cruiser entirely, which, consequently, contained him as well at the moment.
The light itself was of a rather unusual hue, it was crimson…almost the color of freshly spilt blood oddly enough. The entire thing seemed to look like the light given off from various magic circles that he has seen within the plethora of RPG and Fantasy games he had played.
This occurrence had caught the young man completely off guard. As far as he was concerned lights just did NOT come out of nowhere and completely envelop you and your car at random! Let alone lights that were the color of BLOOD!
Truly there were only so many things that he could say to truly express his surprise with this situation, not to mention a healthy dose of fear, that became increasingly more present as his vehicle lurched from its parking spot on the drive way and began to levitate of all things!
“Holy shit! What the fuck is going on!?” seemed to be a healthy summary of his surprise at the entire situation , as well as his growing distress, what with his car now seemingly FLOATING.
“I swear if this is the work of aliens I am going to stab the little fuckers as thanks for this whole mess! “ He shouted as he grabbed his knife in its sheathe and shook his fist at the potential UFO that may have been responsible for this whole thing.
It was just about at that time, as he was shaking his fist and knife at the heavens, when something occurred to him…he had asked that question earlier. The one question that always seemed to be all the permission life needed to come and proverbially give you the middle finger.
“I just had to ask that damn question didn’t I? Damn you Murphy!” was his final shouted word, as the glowing crimson light seemed to increase in its brightness and in the rate at which it seemed to almost pulse like the beat of a human heart.
It was at this point where both the intensity of the brightness and the intensity of the glowing bloody light reached its crescendo. It was also at this point in time where the light seemed to just explode outward in an audible boom!
Following the explosion of sound the light, the car and the driver it had contained vanished off the face of the planet, not leaving much more then the impression of where the PT Cruiser had been parked.
Late afternoon, The Atlantic Ocean 100 miles or more off the coast of the Indigo Landmass
Things had been quiet of late out here on the open seas, not much in the way of storms had occurred within the last week. Sailing had been fairly smooth, the winds has been favorable for the most part.
Ferals had become somewhat troublesome though, but with an entirely Pokegirl crew, this sailing vessel that flew the colors of the Limbec Pirates, had no real difficulty dealing with the pests.
The thing that had been bothering this particular member of the all-female band of pirates and general problem causers was that she was told by the Captain HERSELF, that she was to sit by and watch this stupid chalk circle, and to report when something showed up
Well…for the past 3 hours this particular Psi-dyke had been watching a magic circle drawn in chalk for no better reason then because the bosses of this particular section of the Limbec fleet had deemed it so.
And truth be told, this particular man-hating Pokegirl, though honestly she didn’t hate men so much as dislike the majority of them on instinct. She had been born with a blood curse, so it was pretty much a given that she would Threshold.
She had never been tamed by a male; she actually never had the chance to consider it. The reason behind this is because her hometown was hit by a Limbec attack about 7 years ago. And oddly enough at this point in time she was just about to begin Threshold.
Well, long story short, all the men re either killed or taken as sex slaves, for the more bisexually leaning Limbec raiders. She was taken in by the very people that had killed her neighbors and even some of her friends, but at the time she had not been entirely aware of it, what with the severe pain and sickness that Threshold had induced. For some odd reason her Threshold was being particularly troublesome.
And so here she finds herself 7 years later, sitting on another Limbec vessel, watching a magic circle that was drawn by one of the crew’s Magic types. This was about as fun and eventful for her as watching fresh paint dry.
It would just so happen that as she began to nod off, a brilliant flash of bloody crimson light filled the entire room, and an audible slamming of a large object accompanied the flash of magical light.
Before the now FULLY awake Psi-dyke was a site that she’d never seen before, sure she had seen automobiles on the television, and even this one time they stopped for shore leave in the Crescent Moon League…but the strangely curved blue automobile, that seemed so out of place, especially on a PIRATE ship of all places, that had seemingly been the thing she was ordered to watch for…she was completely thrown for a loop though, when she began to wonder what Sanctuary, not mention, THEY would want with a car.
It seems that the answer to her mental questioning was about to make itself known, or rather himself known. For it was when she heard the pained groaning of an distinctly MALE voice, that she got up from where she had fallen off her chair in shock, and cautiously made her way towards the unknown automobile.
Coming up to the driver’s side, if her memory served her right, she peered into the half open window. Her hand was at the cutlass at her side, should there be the need to attack or defend herself, and she spotted the form a Human Male slouched over in the seat belt of the driver’s seat, his forehead resting against the steering wheel.
The male wore rather strange clothing, at least in her opinion it was. He wore a blue high collared shirt that was only half way buttoned up, exposing the black wife beater that was worn underneath. What she thought was a neck tie was discarded carelessly in the seat next to the slumped over human. And for some odd reason…the human smelled of grease and potatoes? And some other strange smell, aside from his own natural odor…which she noticed was quite strong at the moment, meaning the young man had likely been hard at work before he was summoned by THEM.
She was somewhat startled to see the slumped over male begin to stir, her hand tightening its grip around her sword out of reflex. The male was beginning to rise from his awkward resting place, allowing her to see his unfocused brown eyes for the first time…as well as notice that he had short dark brown hair that looked nearly black, and that in overall stature appeared to be a little over weight for his size which was made evident by some of the additional fat on his face. It wasn’t a lot by any means, but enough to hint at being a bit overweight none the less. He also appeared to have something tied around his neck…it appeared to be a leather chord, from which a silver ring hung. Engraved on the ring were numerous gothic crosses that were cut from some sort of black gemstone.
As the unknown young man’s eyes made contact with hers she took a moment to loo at the absolute confusion that was shown in them.
Late Afternoon, Limbec Pirate Vessel
It wasn’t long after his floating car had disappeared that the as yet unidentified McDonald’s cashier, that he suddenly was blinded by YET another of those bloody flashes of light. To make matters worse he was thrown forward so hard in his seat belt, that he could have sworn he has suffered from whiplash upon the landing his car has made.
Now sitting in a half conscious daze, with his body slumped completely over, his head resting on the steering wheel, he attempted to regain his bearings. From what he could tell, he was still in his car, which was a plus. He had stopped falling. Definitely another plus. He was face down on the steering wheel, unable to see where he was, and he really wanted to know, so that once he could get his head to stop hurting, he could perhaps find the moron that had seemingly abducted him out of some strange flash of whimsy on their part.
It was after he had managed to get enough of a grip on his bearings, not to mention successfully fighting off the slight wave of nausea he felt from the RUDE landing he had to experience, that he managed to get his arms wrapped around the wheel and use them to lever himself into a sitting position, that he was met with the literal sight of another human, a female this time, or he at least thought it was a human female…for all he knew it could have been a bloody alien.
She appeared to be human, and had brown hair of a much lighter shade then his own, along with blue eyes, that seemed oddly bright for some reason he couldn’t immediately identify. It was then that he noticed her choice of attire that his brain hit a mental brick wall…for she was garbed in what he could only call “Pirate Clothes”. She wore a bandana tied around her head, wore a red and white stripped halter top, and a short black skirt, that was kept up with a slightly oversized belt, with a classic brass square belt buckle.
To add even more to his certainty that this particular female was garbed as a pirate, was the fact that her hand was at her waste, gripped around a Cutlass of all things. A cutlass was a form of sword that was used almost exclusively on ships, particularly by sailors and pirates. Put all of this together, with the fact he felt the floor beneath him was rocking as if he was on a fricking ship, and the conclusion is fairly simple.
As inconceivable as it was, he had somehow gone from his drive way at his home in Minnesota, to who knows where on some wooden ship. And to make this realization all the more surreal, there was a girl pirate before him…wearing stereotypical pirate clothes.
So it is completely understandable why he would look absolutely confused right?
‘Seriously….this is some weird shit.’ Was all he could think of after taking stock of his situation.
It was at about this time that the Pirate gal seemed to snap out of some sort of trance and immediately closed the space between her and his seated form. Upon once again glancing at the approaching female, who was now in the process of drawing her weapon, his mind went into survival mode.
Without even thinking of why he was being approached with a weapon drawn, and why he didn’t just make an inquiry of her, his hand darted over to the small stand in between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat. Upon this stand was the knife that was mentioned earlier. Without trying to make much in the way of identifiable movement, he managed to slide the knife and sheathe into their place on his hip. He grabbed his un-tucked shirt and tried to hide any visible indication if his now hidden weapon.
It was as he was finishing doing this that the female was now only about a foot away from his vehicle and her sword was completely drawn out of its sheathe.
“Out of the car human!” shouted the brunette female, who seemed to genuinely believe she was a pirate. She made a beckoning gesture with the hand not holding the cutlass, and waited for him to comply with her order.
Still feeling wary about the situation to say the least, the young man hesitated for but a moment before nodding and holding up his hands in a sign of surrender.
He slowly unbuckled himself, and grabbed the door of his car, and opened it. No sooner had he done this , then the pirate made her move, which was to roughly grab his arm in an attempt to haul him out of the car.
It was here that the Psi-dyke made her mistake, for a martial arts practitioner to be held in such a way, especially in a grip that wouldn’t be all that difficult to escape…well let’s just say it was fairly easy for her supposed captive to wrench her harm into a hammer lock.
The Pokegirl was so surprised by the move the human made, that she had no real chance to resist his submission hold. And she was even more startled when she felt the feel of cold steel against her neck.
She could feel the males breathe against her neck, and if she weren’t in the middle of combat, such a thing may have distracted her hormone driven body, especially if the breathing of said individual was FEMALE. Regardless however she was still a bit unnerved by it.
“Now I do not know who you are…why you are dressed like a fucking pirate, or why you are attempting to apprehend me…and I am really sorry I have to hold you at knife point like this…but I want answers. Understood?” Inquired the male, who for the most part sounded genuinely confused at the beginning, genuinely apologetic about holding her at knife point, and genuinely serious in his need for answers.
So it was with a deep gulp,and a shakey nod of her head that she prepared herself to answer his questions.
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