Running Scared - In Search of Truth Pt1

My NaNoWriMo Entry for 2013.

Sinead and Tom are two like minded spirits who find that love is hard to share. They must overcome the everyday problems they have to find if Pokemon actually survive. From grimy Stockby, their search takes them to Malaysia and the truth, but can they handle the truth and will they be together at the end?

Please note that is not a novel about Pokemon.

Inspired by a conversation around a campfire.

Dedicated to the real Sinead. #iLECT


10. Discovery

“No great discovery was ever made without a bold guess.” ― Isaac Newton


I went to answer the door, god was I annoyed when I’d hear the rap. I thought that it may have been a step too far after the previous few hours but I was always up for a challenge. I did wonder whether I would see Sinead opening up to me more, but I was willing to give her chance. I ripped open the front door, I think startling the bloke stood at the other side. Delivery was all he said, handing me a battered parcel. I was astonished when I saw the Malaysian label, could this be the fabled parcel that Kiyoshi had promised us. I signed the blokes receipt. He smiles at me in a knowing way, had he known what I was doing or should I say intending to do. Nodding goodbye I could see something had amused him. I looked down realising that my fly was open. Slamming the door I stood in the hallway looking at the parcel. It felt heavier than I would have thought it would. I wondered exactly what Sinead would make of it. I really did owe her an apology. I had been jealous of the sort of relationship that Kiyoshi and she had. I never really thought that she was having an affair. I had wondered if there was a sort of online romance but I’d quickly dispelled the idea.


I pushed ajar the living room door, to be greeted by one of the most erotic sights that I’d ever seen outside the pages of those certain men’s magazines. I knew we’d talked about opening up but, still. I speculating putting the package to one side and wading in but I was too intrigued about it’s contents. I stood there taking in the view. I saw Sinead turn around and look at me. I held the parcel out at her. I almost laughed at the husky voice that she came out with, but managed to keep a straight face, she obviously hadn’t seen the parcel. I held it out higher, this time she saw what I was holding. Pulling her t-shirt on, she came towards me. I handed it her. She appeared to be reluctant to take receipt of it. She held it gingerly in her hands, feeling like I did the weight.


She looked at the parcel and then looked at me.


‘Open it then, you’ve waited long enough for it to arrive,’ I said, ‘and look, I was wrong. You were right’


She smiled and walked to the table. Placing the box down, she tried to open the parcel, but the tape wouldn’t give. It’s always frustrating when you get a parcel and can’t open it. I went a fetched a knife from the kitchen, returning to find her still trying to pick the tape off the parcel. I offered her the knife and she attacked the parcel like her life depended on it. I hoped that there wasn’t anything delicate in the box, such was the savage way she was wielding the knife. I must remember not to get her angry when she is armed in future.


Eventually the top gave way and fell in pieces into the cavity. Sinead bent over and looked in. I could see for the first time that she was shivering, not from the cold but from anticipation of what the box might contain. I saw the expression on her face. It was as though she’d found the Holy Grail. Her face shone in delight as she reached into the box and pulled out a small ball. It was larger than a tennis ball, but smaller than a vollyball. Coloured bright red and gleaming chrome it shone in her small hands. She held it towards me, cradling it like it was gold.


‘it;s, its, its a …..’ she said so excited that she could barely get the words out.


‘A Pokeball’ I finished the sentence for her.


Sinead handed it over to me so I could look at it more closely. It was reasonably heavy and was obviously made from some kind of alloy. I’d seen toy Pokeballs before and this was nothing like them. This was a highly engineered piece of equipment. I wondered if you could get these online, maybe they were the mythical luxury balls? (I jest).


‘Is it real?’ Sinead asked. She always trusted my judgement, would always ask for advice.


I shrugged my shoulders, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. It looked like a real item, but that was silly because Pokemon were a game and so this must just be a replica, granted an extremely marvellously constructed copy.


‘I’m not sure’ I said handing it back, ‘Is there any message or instructions in the box.’


She leant over and examined the box. She pulled out some padding and wadding that had protected the ball in transit. She picked up the brown box turning it upside down and letting a few more strands of cardboard come out. She shook her head


‘No, nothing’ she said reaching across to pick the ball from my hands. She rolled it between her hands in a thoughtful manner before placing it delicately on the table. She pondered the ball as it sat there.


‘I wonder if it opens? she enquired


‘How do we do that?, I asked, ‘you usually throw them in the air and then they capture the wild Pokemon. How can you open them otherwise?’


‘I’m not sure, maybe you press the circle on the front?’ she said.


‘Go on then’ I said. ‘press it and lets see.


She reached out to press the button and then quickly pulled back. She looked at me. She had this weird scared expression.


‘What’s Up?’ I asked curiously.


‘What if there’s something inside?’ she half whispered.

She was still holding out that Pokemon really were real, and Kiyoshi had sent us one.


‘There’s only one way to find out’ I said, ‘I’ll hold it, you press the button.’


She nodded while I picked up the ball in both hands. I indicated that she should press the button. Hesitantly she reached out, half squinting and made contact with the circle with her out stretched index finger. Nothing happened.


‘Try again harder, ‘ I said.

This time she wasn’t so hesitant and made contact more firmly with the Pokeball. For a second I thought nothing was happening then a strange whirring sound started and I could feel the Pokeball vibrate gently in my hands. I felt  the top start to move back and saw a whisp of smoke appearing around the delicate joint on the side.

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