Chapter One / Car Ride
(A/N: Okay so this is just a note to tell you that I don't really feel like using generation 7 Pokemon since I don't have much experience with them yet. I will use all other generations at least once in the story because holy shit it would be boring if I didn't. Hope you enjoy!)
I swear on my life it was just a misunderstanding. Yes, I was found by a group of Pokemon with a gun. Yes, my city thinks I'm the "bad girl" or whatever. Yes, I do in fact know about all the stuff I do and how it's pretty much all frowned upon. But I just love doing what I do, and for the first time since I became 18, I was doing something good for this world. I just found the gun, I was not going to shoot anyone! A bunch of Pokemon were already bugging the hell out of me with their questions. They thought I was going to shoot someone, just like the cops. I'll say it one. Last. Time. I was not going to shoot anyone.
And that's why I am currently sitting in a police car on the way to wherever the fuck they kill people. Honestly I'm not that scared right now. If they kill me I just want it to be fast. I don't want to suffer or anything. But if I keep concentrating on how they can kill me I might actually get scared… so I'll just have to think of something else. There are two policemen in the car with me. I suppose they do that to protect me from a gun or something? I wonder if they'll kill me with a gun. It'd be cool if it's an electric chair though- shit.
I hear ringing. The Watchog in the passenger's seat is getting a call. Good, if I just focus on his conversation then I won't think of dying!
He picks up his phone. "Hello?" I struggle to hear the other Pokemon on the phone, but I can't. I decide to infer what the other is saying based on what this guy is replying. "Yes, I do." And that helps with nothing! Maybe his next sentence will explain it more. "Is that so? And they'll be in the trial together? What an odd couple." It's obvious now that he's talking about the death trial. So he's either referring to two Pokemon coming in and dying together, or me and some other Pokemon dying together. "Okay. I'll tell her." There's a second of silence. "Bye." He hangs up.
The Watchog turns around to look at me. "Astra, right?" I nod at him. "Okay. Well, there's going to be another Pokemon with you in your trial. An Umbreon. He's a male, but that's all I know. Make sure to not attack him, alright?" I frown. "Umbreon?" I ask, aware of the sarcasm in my voice. "...Yes. Get along," says the Watchog, and then turns away. The conversation between us is over.
For a while, the cop car drives quietly. I feel like the drive will never end, and we'll keep driving, forever. But I know that we'll have to stop soon, and they'll kill me. After some hard thinking, I feel like the death will be pretty brutal. I'm not entirely sure though. Maybe it won't be and they'll just inject me with something. Die peacefully or whatever the fuck.
Then there's that Umbreon that they say will also be in the death trial. Now I'll get one thing straight- I do not hate Umbreons. I think they're okay, but I don't especially like them at all. I don't like them, but I don't hate them either. Understand? Good. Maybe this ride will end soon and I'll be able to meet this Umbreon dude. Watchog never said his name, did he?
"Watchog?" I ask, as loud as I can manage without yelling. "Yeah, what is it?" Watchog doesn't even turn around to look at me, he just stares straight ahead. At the dark, overcast day in front of us. The road is slightly wet, indicating rain. I guess it's fitting for a day like today where I'm going to die. "So you don't know the name of the Umbreon?" I ask. Watchog nods, "No, I don't. His driver only knows about the fact that you're a girl Espeon. He doesn't know that your name is… um…" His words fade off as he seemingly doesn't remember my name. "Astra." "Ah, right. He doesn't know that your name is Astra, just like we don't know his name. Understand?" I nod, but realize he's still staring ahead. "I understand. Thank you."
Although he is a cop, he's a cool cop. He's nice and doesn't act like I'm some juvenile kid who just murdered half the population that we still have. He understands that I'm not in fact a child, although I wish I still was. It was easier back then, when we didn't have to worry about this underpopulation stuff, and always having to act all pure and innocent and nice so that we don't go to jail. I barely even remember those days. Teenage years were when I got like I am today.
I look outside my window, watching the world fly by. It really is dark, isn't it? I can barely see a thing. But I know that it isn't night, last time I was outside today it was afternoon. Like I said earlier, it really is overcast today. Dark and cloudy. Raining. It really is a sad day today. I like it. I do like the sunny days, but overcast days like today are really great. I try focusing on the grass. It's shining from the rain. It looks as if it's raining everywhere today. I wonder why we're in the middle of nowhere? I mean, I know that the death place should be far away from civilization so that the Pokemon can't run away so easily, but really…
I feel like this drive will really never end. How long have we been driving? "Watchog?" "For Arceus' sake, Astra, what do you want?!" Watchog asks. The Heliolisk driving reached a hand over to touch Watchog's arm, calming him. "Um, how long have we been driving? And what time is it?" I asked, trying not to shake. "We've been driving a little over an hour now, it's 5:23." Watchog responded, quietly. "How much longer?" I asked. "You sound like a Pichu on a road trip. We're almost there," Watchog answered.
Contented, I smile to myself. Soon I'll be able to meet this Umbreon dude. Not like it'll matter at all, since we'll die super quickly. Maybe we'll be friends, but probably not. If he's cool, we can share out last moments together. We'll have to anyway. He's on death trial too.
My thoughts race on, and I keep thinking about the Umbreon. Will he be nice or mean? Watchog didn't say he wasn't shiny. Is he shiny? He might be. Will he talk to me? Will I talk to him? There's no way for me to know for sure what he's like. I just know he's a male Umbreon. That's it. I wonder what he's on trial for. I was on trial for having a gun near me, and I see why I'm on trial, but what about him? Was it something that he shouldn't have to die for, like me? Or did he do something really bad? What if he did something bad but not that bad? What if he killed someone? What if he-
"Okay, Astra. We're here," says Heliolisk.
