Three Presents Chapter One: Sunny, a pokémon fanfic

Author's Note: Hi! This is Starsea, and I'm just posting a new story! Sorry I haven't updated on the other ones in a while, but I'm working on it! My friends and I came up with this idea for a game, and I twisted it around a bit to become a story. I decided to ask if I could post it a while back, and they said yes. I will try to update on the other stories, but I hope you enjoy this new fanfic: Three Presents!

Chapter One: Sunny

A package arrived on my doorstep at some point the night before. It was odd as there was no stamp on it, and the mail was already delivered yesterday. I took it in my hands and felt its weight. It was somewhat heavy, and it was a cube about a foot and a half wide.

The package was wrapped in silver colored foil. Imprinted on it was an intricate cream colored pattern. It was curvy and looked like a long, thick grapevine. There was a shining white ribbon attached to it. I looked closer at one of the arms of the bow. There was tiny black writing on it. It said:

Addressed to Sunny, the oldest and only child of the household. The contents of this box will change your entire life, if you choose to unwrap it. Open wisely. It is your choice to make. Be careful and cautious.

I questioned the box. I would obviously open it, the question was when.

I looked up at the clock above my front door. It read 7:00. School would start soon. I held the box in my hands and walked up the mahogany staircase. They squeaked gently under my footsteps.

I opened the door to my room and placed my package on my bed. I was tempted by it, though I knew that I could get to it after I got back home. I walked back downstairs and took a piece of bread and put it into my toaster. I took out a hairbrush from my bathroom and quickly brushed my chin length hair.

I looked at my eyes in the mirror. They were light blue. My fair skin had freckles just under each of my eyes. My hair was medium brown.

I heard my toast pop back up. I walked back into my kitchen and ate the toast. After getting the rest of my things ready, I lifted my backpack onto my shoulders and headed out the door. I locked it, knowing that no one would be back home before me.

Both of my parents were archeologists. My mom met my dad at work. She was his assistant before being promoted. They were both on a very important find and wouldn't be back for a week. They were hardly home at all, typically only coming back for a couple days every week. Their department was in two cities over, and they traveled often.

I looked up. The sky was filled with scattered clouds, each one incredibly fluffy and white. I moved along the street quickly. I wanted to get the day over with. It would be boring, and I wasn't excited for my eighth grade classes. I was fourteen and it was the end of winter. We were in that limbo where it was warm enough to be outside without a coat on, but you would be criticized if you refused to wear one.

The houses in my neighborhood were simple, and were two stories at the most. They were white and blue and green and there was even one that was ugly yellow, with flaking paint and partially rotting wood underneath.

My house was no different. It was white with a gray roof. My room was on the second floor, with my parent's room on the bottom. My parents made quite a bit of money with their job, which allowed us to enjoy the house that we have. Whenever there's a Christmas party or a family gathering, it's always held at my parent's house.

I saw my school come into view. It was made of red and brown brick and was the average size of a middle school. I only had a few more months left at this school, and then I would be done. I didn't want to stay for any longer than I had to, so it was my goal to get my best grades to keep from being held back.

I wanted to get out of school as soon as I could.

I walked inside of my school and over into my science class. I counted the seconds before school started.

"DING! DING!" rang the school bell.

I waited with the two other students in the class. About five seconds after the bell rang, a flood of students came rushing into the room. The students spent a few moments chatting with each other while they were seated, and then their teacher walked in.

He was about five foot ten, and his hair was beginning to thin out. He wore a tweed colored suit and black dress shoes.

"Good morning," he said. He was Mr. Rob. "Attendance. Everyone quiet. Quiet!"

Every single voice in the room silenced at once. I knew that this teacher could either love you, or hate you that, or he wouldn't really notice you at all. I never spoke up in class, so I wasn't really noticed in any of my classes.

"Timothy Anderson," he began.

"Here," replied a voice.

He went on and on like this.

"Sunny Pennington," he called.

"Here," I replied robotically.

Mr. Rob continued on for a few more names before a boy ran through the door, out of breath.

His hair looked dyed as it was gray and black. There were streaks of blonde in his hair. His eyes were gray in color, and his skin looked slightly paler than mine,

"Sorry . . . I'm late!" he breathed.

I recognized the boy from numerous times before. He was often late, though he always got away with it, as evidenced by what he said next.

"Storm Ryder . . ."

"Here!" Storm said, grinning.

"Your parents had no idea how accurate they were in naming you."

Storm smiled sheepishly, and took his seat, which was located in front of me.

I looked at the back of his head. He was just curious to me. Her never took anything seriously, and he was always coming into class late.

I wondered what he always outside of school, and how he passed his classes.

Mr. Rob began the first of 50 minutes of droning on about cells. I pretty much knew all about this from my parents, so I tuned him out and thought about my package.

What did it mean that my life would change? Was I in trouble? That package was all could think about.

I took notes for a brief moment to make it look like I was busy, but went back to my mind.

It didn't occur to me earlier the box could be dangerous. I frowned internally. What would happen when I opened it? I was tempted by the box, but I didn't know if I should just throw it away and forget about it.

But wanted that box badly.

For the rest of the class, I was completely spaced out. I didn't listen to another word of Mr. Rob's lesson. Before I knew it, the bell rang.

"Complete pages 130 through 132 in your textbook by Monday. I'll see you all next week," he said. "Oh and Storm, I need to speak with you after school."

I heard Storm groan as he picked up his things. I paid no real mind to it and headed out to my next class.

It would be a very long day with that box in my bedroom.

On my way home, the box was the only thing on my mind.

What could be contained in its wrapped foil? I was very impatient. I started to run.

Whatever was in that box was drawing me closer and closer. I wanted whatever it was, and at that moment I didn't care if I would regret it later. My mind was just on that box.

I could feel the weight of my backpack slowing me down and making me tired. I took it off my shoulders and held it against my chest. The books inside left imprints on my hands.

I saw my house. Taking the key out of my jeans pocket, I balanced my backpack while putting the key in my hand into the correct spot. I ran up my doorstep which had been stained and coated with something to protect it from the elements.

After unlocking the door, I bolted up into my room.

There was the package - on my bed. I sat next to it and stared at its incredibly intricate pattern. The lines almost seemed to move.

I gulped. All of the anticipation and excitement about this package - present - had been replaced with dread.

I didn't feel safe around it.

To worsen the feeling in my gut, I looked at the message on the package again.

Why was there a warning on the box? Could something inside be deadly? Was there some kind of poison inside that would kill me? No, I told myself. If there was a poison, it probably wouldn't be warning me.

I felt the ribbon. It was smooth and silk like. My fingers traced the pattern on the present. I took the ribbon off and gently picked at a piece of tape on the foil.

"What are you hiding?" I asked to no one. I peeled the three pieces of tape on the box off and took the foil off of the gray box underneath.

Even though I knew no one was there, I looked over my shoulder. Before doing anything else, I ran back downstairs and locked both my front and back door, then I ran back into my room.

I put both my hands on the lid of the box and opened it swiftly. I frowned at its contents. There was a piece of cardboard covering the rest of the package.

There was a note on top of the cardboard, along with a white capsule taped next to it. I read the note:

Warning: The contents of this will truly change you in ways you will never begin to imagine. If you wish to forget about all you have learned after observing the contents, take the white pill. It will allow you to forget everything you have seen. If you do choose to take the pill, we will take the box from you. You will return to a normal life. Be careful.

Alright. The pill seriously scared me. And there was that message again, "Be careful." I really wanted to know what was in that box that was so important, but I was so scared.

I took the letter and folded it up. I grabbed the pill and set it inside of a necklace case. I then put that into my old jewelry box. I decided that I wouldn't throw it away. Not yet at least.

My heart was thumping in my chest as I lifted the cardboard from its place. The contents puzzled me.

There was an analog watch. It was curious, as it looked completely ordinary. I pulled that out of the box first. After closer inspection, I found that the face of the watch rotated. Nothing happened when I did that. I put the watch on. It was silver and white in color along with everything else in the box.

The next item in the box was a bit more interesting than the first. It was some kind of tiny ball - maybe half an inch wide - attached to a chain by some kind of magnetic pull. I pulled on the ball and it came off of a circular disk attached to the chain.

The ball was silver on the top and white on the bottom. There was a white band circling around the middle.

It looked familiar - maybe from something I saw on TV or something - but I couldn't put my finger on it. I put the chain around my neck and attached the ball back onto the disk.

The last thing in the box was the most peculiar to look at. It was surrounded with a blanket - for warmth - and it looked like some kind of egg. Only it was as big as an ostrich egg.

I unwrapped the blanket from the egg without touching it, and looked at the pattern.

It looked like an Easter egg, and it was colored silver and white as well. The bottom and top half were silver, and looked painted on spiked, with a white band that was made out of the gap between the silver halves.

Out of curiosity, I touched the egg. It was warm. Something was growing inside.

It was a nice kind of warm, like the kind that you get when you have just the right number of blankets on top of you.

But something happened. It was so sudden, that I had only noticed that it happened a couple of seconds after the fact.

My hand became cold. Icy cold. I thought it was the egg for a moment, and I reached with my other hand to the blanket to cover it up. Then a shooting pain shot up through my arm.

I tried to lift my hand from the egg. It wouldn't move, like there was some sort of glue covering my hand.

It felt like my arm had been encased with dry ice

I tried to let go of the object - I wasn't even sure if it was an egg anymore - but to no avail.

My arm went entirely numb. I couldn't even process the pain. But the icy pain crossed into my shoulder, then into the right side of my chest.

It traveled down and across my body. I didn't realize it, but I was shaking. The feeling traveled into my head, and gave me unbearable pain.

I would have screamed, but I lost consciousness before that could happen.

My hand left the egg.