RESCUE
A Pokemon Fan Fiction
Chapter 1: Rescue The Glamorous Gengar
The crowd roared wildly, their bodies writhing and twisting in tune to the beat of the drums, the twang of the electric guitar and even the crash of the cymbals.
"Even if Arceus himself holds me back,
baby, I ain't cuttin' him any slack!
If I have to cut through
A horde of Raichu!
Heh, hell, babe...
I wouldn't give 'em the time!
Let's go!
I'd travel through the Heavens themselves
If it meant seein' your face just one more time...
So don't worry, baby!
I'm comin' for you!
I'll rescue you!"
The music stopped for a moment, and only the cacophony of the crowd hit the ears of them all.
Then the drums started off, banging in tune, followed by the light thump of the bass, then the musical melodies of the lead guitar, and finally the light hum of the vocalist. Then a forceful bang of the drums, cue for the musicians to burst up again, and the crowd went into a hysterical state for the song's instrumental finish.
And then the music died out with the last few crashes of the drums. The camera panned out, and showed the handsome face of the young reporter, a grin plastered upon his lips.
"And there we go my friends; the smash hit, 'Rescue', by The Glamorous Gengar! Happy New Year, folks! Back to you, Chet."
"Thanks, Jose. This finishes our coverage of the Richard Rancure New Years Event in National Park! Have a good night folks, and more importantly, a great year!"
Backstage, Vocalist Christopher Evans, Lead Guitarist Emily Patin, Bassist George "Scooter"Allison, and Drummer Maya Krauser were all in their respective gender dressing rooms; the girls removing their fancy stage makeup and changing into more comfortable clothing, the guys... well, just changing into more comfortable clothing.
They all stepped out at virtually the same time, grinning from ear to ear.
Scooter was the first to speak up, thrusting a fist outward toward Chris, who fist bumped him in return.
"Man!" he exclaimed. "Talk about rockin' out..."
"We're just a bunch'a newbies, too," Maya chimed in. "Imagine when we get famous...'er."
Chris nodded. "Yeah. But forget 'bout that for now - I'm 'bout to starve, so let's get some grub and head on home."
Emily issued a giggle at that. "Sounds just like you, Chris – but for once, I agree. I'm starvin'. Let's drive by JBF."
The group nodded their agreement, and they pushed through the crowd of backstage groupies, heading toward their small car. It was a crowded little space for four teenagers, but they loved it because it was broken down, a total clunker; also known as a perfect disguise.
Their plan was simple enough: drive by JBF (Johto-Bred-Foodstuffs) in disguise (each of them had wigs of different hair color and shades just for the purpose of public appearance) and grab the grub, then bolt toward their pad in Goldenrod.
For the rest of the night they talked. They discussed their fame, their potential fortune... the guys discussed the potential pieces of tail they would definitely be getting, and the girls scowled at this, causing the guys to burst into laughter. But of course this turned out to be contagious, and even the girls couldn't stop themselves from giggling.
By midnight, Maya had gone to sleep, leaving Scooter, Chris and Emily alone. They decided to spend their time quietly going through some of Chris's ideas for songs, Emily and Scooter gently strumming their acoustic guitars they kept at their tiny home, Chris humming the lyrics.
Overall, they were happy.
Logically, Maya was the first one to awaken the next morning. Oddly enough it was with a bit of a headache... perhaps the loudness of the concert that previous night had given her this: or it was just one of those "holy crap I slept too long" headaches. She wouldn't be surprised at either... considering she usually got a lot less sleep than she did last night.
But either way, she got up out of the bed and let loose a yawn and a stretch. Her long lavender hair gently tickled the bare skin exposed by her nightgown on her back and she brushed it away with a hand; then she simply sighed.
"Today's gonna be a good one here in Goldenrod, folks! New Year's Day, and a bright and sunny one! Odd for other regions, but here in sunny Johto, it's just perfect!" the radio called out. She reached over to snap it off, and allowed herself to smile.
She supposed she would head out today. Use the whole wig-'n'-sunglasses outfit and all.
She stripped and hopped into the shower to allow herself to wake up, then got out and dressed herself in a simple pair of jeans, white blouse and white cap, slipped on her sunglasses and the wig beneath the hat, grabbed her purse then headed out the front door.
Scooter was the next to wake up that day. He was rather energetic, leaping out of bed and sliding toward the shower. He hopped out a couple minutes later, dried himself off and slipped into a pair of sweatpants (he always liked them, even though it was the middle of April) and a tanktop. He then headed for the kitchen to whip himself up some breakfast.
Chris was the third. His routine pretty much followed Scooter's to the dot, so much so that they even got to the kitchen at about the same time.
And they both got the phone call at the same time, too.
It was at 11:00 AM on the dot that, as the two were eating breakfast in the kitchen, that Scooter got up from the table with his plate in hand (Chris was a total bacon hog, so he didn't want to leave his plate unguarded) to answer the ringing of their home phone. He set his plate down on the counter where the phone was, and picked it up off the receiver.
"Yo, this is the Allison home. How can I help ya?"
"Hello, George."
"... Oh," Scooter murmured. This was odd. No one, not even his family, referred to him by his first name. The voice was also deep, as if modified mechanically. "Hi. Who is this?"
"I have her, George."
Scooter glared over at Chris for a moment. He was about to hang up the phone, figuring this to be some loony, but when the "loony" spoke his next words, his heart froze.
"Go on, go on and check. Your precious Maya is in my hands now."
Immediately, Scooter put the phone down onto the counter, but not into the receiver.
"Chris! Go up and check on Maya- -now-."
Chris, hearing a tone of voice that echoed seriousness Scooter had never exhibited before, leaped up out of his chair and rushed for the room that sheltered their bandmate.
Scooter picked up the phone once again and pressed it too his ear.
"She won't be there, George."
"Who the hell is this?"
"Would you like to speak to her?" the voice asked.
"I will in a minute, you crazy bastard, once she gets down from her room."
Chris, however, returned just then with a note in his hand.
"She said she'd be going out for a bit," Chris said. "She should be back around one, she said... what's wrong, Scooter?"
Scooter's face paled. "... Let me speak to her."
Almost immediately, a slightly labored breathing different from the other one went through.
"... S-..scoo..scooter...?"
"Maya! Oh, god, where are you?"
"It's him, Scooter... Ri-"
Before she could finish, she screamed after a light thumping sound. She had been pushed over, Scooter thought. He flinched.
"What do you want, you sick ****?"
"I want a favor," she said. "And I feel you three are the best to do it."
"I'll call the police on you-"
"George, my friend..." the voice crooned. "Don't think I wouldn't hesitate to kill your friend."
Scooter flinched again. "What's the favor?"
"I'm assuming you've heard the Bell Tower legends?"
"Of course... Ho-Oh and the Three Legendary Beasts."
"Right. Subtract Ho-oh from the equation and we've got ourselves a deal, dear old Georgie." the voice said.
"... The Three Legendary Beasts?"
"That's right. Track them and catch them, then turn them in to me. Only then will I give you Maya."
"... But they're -legends-, you psycho! We can't do-"
"You know the deal, George. The beasts or your girlfriend's life."
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Author's Notes: So, there we go. The first chapter of Rescue! I can't promise regular updates, as I never do with my fics, but I can at least say they'll be once-a-month, and likely more than that. Hope you guys enjoyed the read, and please don't hesitate to drop in a review!