IMMORTAL
Chapter 1
Murder
I look down at the Zoroark's corpse.
It looks as if it bled to death, stabbed or shot in the head by something.
Oh, before I begin, I should probobly introduce myself.
I am CSI Agent Shedinja. My job is to track down criminals and bring 'em to justice.
Specifically, I investigate murders.
However, I am not the only one in my department.
There are two others in my group.
First, there's Uxie. He handles all the information. He's the one that covers stuff like otopsies (arceus only knows how to spell that word). he works on a minute scale, his work going down to observing objects at the molecular level, because no one else knows how to work with sharp tools without seriously injuring someone on accident.
Second, there's Reuniclus. We all call him Run, because it's shorter and easier to spell. He deals directly with the pokemon involved in the case. He questions the bystanders, interrogates the suspects, and eats ham sandwiches for lunch.
And then there's me, Shedinja, a.k.a. Shavings. I am the leader of the group. I work closer to the crime scene than anyone else. I look for clues to help solve the crimes, like like injuries on a person (uxie identifies the cause), riggings of machinery or breaking into a suspect's house with a gun in one hand. My job is the most dangerous, but my wonder guard has only failed me once. That incident with that pyromaniac with a flamethrower was ugly...
As I look over the deceased Zoroark, my eyes partially covered by my 'private eye' hat that I got as a perk with my job, Reuniclus floats over to me.
"Do you kow who this is yet, Run?" I ask him.
"Yes, sir. This Zoroark is locally known as Blitz, is female, aproximately 18 years old and has a 2-month old son."
"Uxie know how she died yet?"
"She was shot in the head with a Rosemary."
A Rosemary is a kind of minigun. It can shoot up to 1000 rounds a minute, is relatively quickly reloaded and hurts like crap, but is really a pain to carry around, has trrible aim and nasty kickback. At this day and age where we no longer have trainers yelling at us to use only our attack moves, we have moved on to more advanced weaponry, along with our normal attacks.
"Wait a minute... Blitz has blood on her claws."
"She has blood all over her."
"She has dried blood on her claws. If you can, bring some of it to Uxie so he can examine it. It might be our first clue as to who the culprit is."
"Yes, sir."
Run then takes the blood sample and leaves.
I stand for a minute, standing over the Zoroark, when I hear a raspy voice.
"Another baffling mystery, eh, Shavings?"
I cock my head to the left, and see no other than Spiritomb.
"what do you want?" I ask.
Spiritomb looks offended.
"Aw come on. Just because I'm made of 108 evil spirits and have been bound to a rock for 500 years, does that have to mean I'm always up to something?"
"Did you kill this Zoroark?"
Again, Spiritomb looks offended.
"Look, hollowhead. I'm just as upset about Zoroark's murder than anyone else. Blitz was a good friend of mine, and I will personally rip the heart out of whoever did this. Mark my word."
"Let's hope you can keep up that promise."
After a long pause, Spiritomb hops over to me.
"Shavings, why did you take this job?" he asks.
I stare at him, but he simply looks either concerned or curious.
I sigh. "I took this job because it makes me angry that some pokemon think that the solution to some things is to murder. They think that if they kill someone that they won't have to deal with the consequences. So I decided I want to prove them wrong."
Spiritomb looked at me, then spoke.
"If you find out who did this, I get to rip out their heart."
I chuckle, then respond.
"You do that, and I may or may not arrest you."