This is only the introductory chapter (shortness) so there's more coming. I gave this 'M' rating only because of whats to come in later chapters. There's nothing explicit yet.
Bad Masters
Intro Chapter
The sun had long set on Pewter's hills. People, pokemon and animals alike prepared for rest, as they all minded themselves. No kind interfered with the other - pets were pets. Domestic. Part of the humankind... to an extent. And it was the same for domesticated pokemon and their fellow wild cousins. A jigglypuff curled up in a basket by the bed was just like a dog by its master's feet. Loyal, obedient, but with complete trust in him, with an unbreakable bond of friendship.
Unfortunately, this is reality.
To the West of Pewter City Centre stood several abandoned warehouses. Most of them were up for sale, but in such a state any buyer would be hard to bargain. It was a wasted estate, with rubble strewn everywhere, overgrown gutters and wire fences torn down either by wild animals or by tearaways plagued by boredom. The place was grey and lifeless, like a concrete desert. And during the night, it was an un-policed death trap. Many streetlamps had been blown over by winds or had been smashed in by some kind of missile whether it was a rock or a firework, so the surroundings could be pitch dark in places with gangs or pokemon lurking in the shadows.
There was the sound of the rattling of a chained up fence. A voice could be heard. He was yelling, laughing like some kind of drunk, intimidating his surroundings, or just trying to impress his mates; and then the silence closed in again. The wind picked up. A tiny scrap of an aluminium can scraped along the ground, tapping and rattling, until it became lodged in a drain. A squawk echoed off the buildings, like the cry of a baby crocodile, only longer, followed by a deep, animal hiss. Then a dry thud. Another cry. Youth's voices echoed like the insane bawling of hungry hyenas while more shuffling, along with bone-snapping thumps and thuds, as the animal cries grew more desperate and laboured, agonising gurgling sent a chill through the air, before there was one almighty snap... and the cries ceased abruptly.
The voices chuckled, their sickening compliments to each other continued to reverberate through out the estate, even long after their leaving, as the evidence lay battered and dead in a pool of blood, by a withered weed and a steel pipe.
"So then what... "
"So... we sell it on"
"No way"
A young man of about twenty leaned his elbows on the counter, his arms folded and his head bowed in a secretive manner. He had a blue baseball cap on and a pink open-shirt. His curly hair and specs added to the obscurity.
"Have any idea what you're missin out on?" He looked around. Coast clear. He returned back to the young shop assistant. "I've heard of bulbasaur bulbs sellin for over $10,000. Think what we could get with... hear it again? Ten-Thousand Dollars."
The shop assistant looked quite timid. His soft blue eyes and short blond hair revealed this. He stared at his friend, eyebrows slanted at the sides, almost in a saddened look. He shook his head. "No"
"Aww! Come on!"
"Look!" Stopping short to realise the sudden outburst, he lowered his voice. "I have morals. I can't do it. It's just... It's sick." His shoulders were hunched, trying to hide his emotion, but everyone that knew him knew he was a strongly emotional guy.
"Wes, I'm doing you a favour, trust me."
"I trust you to get me arrested... listen, I don't mind what you do, so long as you don't get me involved. I don't want to get mingled with that shit--"
"Haha... you said mingled." A kid exclaimed as he read a comic out of a magazine.
The pink-shirted guy cocked his head. "Listen. Are you gonna buy anythin? If not, piss off!" He continued to stare the kid down, who gawked back before slowly laying down the cartoon magazine and shying away out the door. The pink-shirted guy smiled smugly and turned back to his buddy. "Y'know, I'll let ya think on it. Call me."
Wes sighted and shook his head, eyebrows raised thoughtfully. "Yep... okay..."
"See ya around!"
"Right".
