Blast from the phantoms

By: PiperSpoon13

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or the characters

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"Damnit!" Butch murmured as our Jeep putted to a stop .

"What is it?" I murmured. We had been driving back to the base after robbing some old scientist who had important records Giovanni wanted. We never were to ask questions, and we didn't really care as long as we got paid.

"I think someone drained our gas tank. I know we weren't running low before we left that place. Looks like we're on foot again he said grabbing the five gallon red jug from the trunk. I rolled my eyes grabbing my coat. It was early November and most of the trees leaves were gone. The road was empty as we walked back to the gas station two or three miles back. Butch had put his spare hand on my lower back . When Giovanni wasn't around to see we would show more emotion toward each other. It was like a kid who was told not to get in to the fresh cookies but the moment the mother's back is turned he shoves one in his mouth.

It wasn't long before it started to snow. Butch then pulled out his cell phone. "Why didn't I think about calling for help before?"

"Cause we were only stealing from a poor old man not a plant or anything. It's embarrassing…" I said. "But I freezing my ass off go ahead and call." I added pulling my coat tighter. He dialed and dialed again. "What's going on; is no one at the base answering?"

"I keep loosing service…It just went dead. Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" he said pulling out a cigarette. At least his smoking will keep him warm. It's not that he won't share or anything; they have always made me sick at 11, 14, and just last month at 17. They never have made him sick.

"My phone's dead too. Butch we been walking forever are you sure we aren't lost."

"To be honest Cass I think we are, and if we are lost we should find shelter. The snows getting heavier and the temperature's must be dropping rapidly because I think your hair is starting to form ice." He said grabbing one of my braids. "I'll send Beaky up to find a place to stay if it's occupied we'll play lovers with car trouble and though it's not a lie the boss will believe it was and we only went with it as survival I mean it's below zero out here."

About five minutes after sending his Fearow out, he came back and led us to a large white house made out of stone. There was a dirty iron fence around it and stepping stones all the way to the porch. It may have been the cold but there was something about this house that scared the shit out of me, but I was too frozen to say anything. The two of us made our way to the house, hand in hand because it was one of the few times we could show any affection, and it would be more convincing as well. It also could have been repressed memories of my glossy childhood: the neglect, the inconsistency and Kenneth the worst of all my step-fathers.

It was Butch who knocked the large brass Rapidash knocker. He must've been a bit nervous too because we took three steps back in sync. A Kangaskhan with a young boy in her pouch answered the door. "Mother a couple teenagers are at the door!" he yelled he was in striped pjs holding a old teddy bear. "I'm Randy; this is Nana" he motioned to the nurturing pokemon. The pokemon invited us in. We stepped in with caution; Once inside the house I noticed that the family had horrid taste in style it seemed that freaking Donna Reed was the designer but I wouldn't say anything was better than the cold. He then got a stern look from his mother who was much older than Butch and I but not as old as Giovanni. She had dark red hair that waved down just below her shoulders. She was wearing a pink bathrobe which was tied tightly so that you couldn't even see her collarbone.

"Nana…" she said softly, "He's almost 6, you need to start telling him no…" She then pointed to the stairs. "Goodnight, Randy. Now go to bed and don't bother Nana to let you stay up any later." the motherly creature patted the boys head. The then skipped off singing a lullaby of Kana language.

"What are you two doing out in this weather!" she scolded us. "Let me take your coats and get you some hot chocolate." sighed a little calmer. I noticed she had a wedding ring on and was wondering where the father was. She came back with two floral mugs and a large quilt., which she laid over us. "OK, why are you out in this kind of weather. Aren't your parents worried?"

"I was taking her home and my car got stuck in the snow." Butch said, embarrassed. "We would walk back but it's a little too cold and Cassie's not wearing the right shoes." I was wearing my rocket boots but that was the only part of the uniform I was wearing, Thankfully or we would never be able to pull something like this off.

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After explaining telling our story as convincingly as I could she asked us to call our parents on a really old phone,; it was one of those you stick your finger in the hole and pull it around. We both dialed a fake number and though she asked if they wanted to talk to her we managed to avoid it.

"Now Hennery will be home soon, so don't worry if the door opens. One of you can stay in the spare bedroom and the other can stay in the guest room. I don't want to see you kids in the same room, you hear." Cassidy and I just nodded though she whispered rather smart-ass like "What's the difference in a guest room and a spare room". I was hoping she'd know. I was shown to a rather small room with a twin bed and a dresser. Cassie waved goodnight as she headed up to her room. I sat on the bed and began to think about how strange this family was. They were just plain out weird not just their stuff but how they spoke and how she reacted to two teenagers out at only 7 o'clock at night. I shook it off as nereves 'I probably shouldn't smoke here. This family seems way too old fashion I saw the master bedroom on my way to my room(the house is much bigger in the inside.) and it had two double beds with a night stand between them. I'm beginning to wonder how that little boy was born.

I light knock on my door brought me back, "I brought you some long johns to wear to bed. The house isn't very insulated."

"Does this house not have central heating?" I asked but apparently I was rude because I got a nasty look from the mother, Mrs. Hennery Picket.

"What kind of science fiction is out now." she said rolling her eyes. "Goodnight" She left the room. I stared at the old clothes for a second they were out of date too. They even had the little bottom flap you see in all the cartoons. I put them on anyway. About an hour later there was another knock on my door.

"Butch, it's me…" I open the door to see her in a long flannel nightgown that went to her ankles, with little pink ribbons added to her braids. "Butch we have to get out of here this women's a freak…or she maybe a ghost."

"What do you mean ghost? I knew she was strange…what are you wearing?" I snickered, I couldn't help it.

"I can ask you the same thing" she added poking at the buttons holding the flap up. "But seriously there's something not right here she was talking to me about Elvis and how he's having a bad influence on all 'youngsters' our age, and it could've been my imagination but her reflection in the mirror was different."

"What do you mean different?" I said now with more uneasiness than before. Cassie was usually the skeptic pessimist of us, for her to say that Mrs. Picket was a ghost, wouldn't be a joke she'd play.

"Creepy…her face was all bloody on one side."