No good deed goes unpunished
Disclaimer: This fic is rated M or R for graphic violence, adult language, and mature themes. Oh, and I don't own most of the characters in the fic. Nintendo does.
This is it... after putting it off for months and months... the new version of NGDGU is finally underway... new characters... new backstories... new everything... Here... we... go...
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"Hee hee hee..."
That was all that could be heard in the darkness as the sound of maniacal and depraved laughter rang out
"Soon, I'll get that little freak for making a fool out of me!"
The screen was illuminated very dimly as a shadowy figure could be seen in a shack with nothing in it but a door, a full bottle of vodka, a table, and a newspaper clipping on the wall filled with holes
"It should've been my greatest kill, my most delicious victim,", the voice screamed, a touch of shrillness slowly appearing, "MY BIGGEST FEAST!!"
The bottle of vodka was thrown against the news clipping, where it shattered upon impact showering the ground with alcohol and broken glass
"He will pay for making a fool out of me! He will pay for wrecking what would've been my crowning achievement!"
The figure got up and as he stood in the dim light, only his shark-like grin could be seen as the rest of his face was cloaked in the shadows
"He.. Will.. Suffer.."
As the figure started to laugh, madness laced into his laughter, a black-haired boy, with his face covered by a red bandana and a pair of dark black shades and sporting a black jacket covering a black t-shirt and jeans, could be seen with his ear against the door of the cabin housing the room and the figure with what appeared to be a long covered object hanging strapped to the back of his jacket. A thick forest could be seen past the boy's figure.
"Oh sweet Jesus..", the boy whispered frightfully
The figure took out a pistol and aimed it directly at the newspaper clipping, already looking like it was moments from completely disentergrating
"When I find him.:"
As he pulled the trigger, the bullet could be seen going into a photograph on the clipping. When it hit the clipping, the whole of the article fell apart leaving only a small part of the clipping intact, namely a grainy photograph. As the smoke from the bullet entry dissapated, it was clear to see that the photograph was of a certain cat-pokemon.
"That Meowth will be sent straight to hell to join my family!!
The boy pulled his ear away from the door, clearly alarmed and panicked
"If Harris finds Meowth.. he'll tear him in two.. I can't let that happen!!", the boy thought, panicked
Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings could be heard as a brown flying duck pokemon, otherwise known as a Farfetch'd, came to rest on the boy's shoulder. Unusally for a Farfetch'd, there was no sign of the leek commonly found with the duck-pokemon
"I've found him! I've found him!" Farfetch'd squawked softly, clearly excited. The fact that the pokemon could speak plain english didn't seem to faze the boy in the least
"You did??", the boy asked hopefully, "When??"
"Just a few minutes ago!", the pokemon replied happily
"Please, show me where!"
"Follow me!", Farfetch'd whispered, pointing its wing towards the horizon and taking off, flying
But as the boy ran off, following Farfetch'd, he failed to notice the shadowy figure come out of the cabin a few seconds later. The figure reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a silver lighter. He opened the door and, after sparking up the flame, tossed the lighter into the cabin. As he walked stoically away from the cabin, the flame from the lighter made contact with the spilled vodka and within moments, the whole cabin had exploded into flames! But the figure wasn't even fazed as the cabin quickly turned into nothing but a pile of ashes.
"The flames of Hell have no fury compared to mine!"
These were the last words the figure muttered before walking away from the burning wreckage and out of the forest where the cabin had once stood. Meanwhile, not but a few feet away, Jessie, James, and Meowth had come in for a crash landing after another unsuccessful attempt at nabbing Ash Ketchum's Pikachu
"Day after day, we try to capture that damn rodent!", the reddish-purple haired female lamented, sore and bruised from the landing
"Yet day after day we keep getting blasted off!", the blue-haired male moaned, equally sore
"With all these blast-offs, we should be in N.A.S.A.!", the cat-pokemon groaned, feeling pain in places he never knew he had
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching reached the cat-pokemon's sensitive ears
"Hey someone's coming!", Meowth noted, excitedly
"Maybe they've got pokemon on them!", Jessie said, with new hope in her voice, "Meowth quick, get behind the bushes and wait for whoever it is to pass by.."
"Then pounce on them and snatch their poke-balls!", Meowth finished, immediately knowing what the plan Jessie had in mind was
"Can't we just rest here for a minute first?", James moaned, still very sore from the crash landing
Jessie didn't even respond to James's question, but simply yanked him by the ear and dragged him into the bushes with Meowth following close behind. Soon enough, after they got into positions, the Farfetch'd from earlier came flying through and as soon as the black-haired boy came running through, Meowth immediately leapt into action... LITERALLY
"Give us your pokeballs!!", Meowth yelled as he sprang towards the boy
The boy turned around and didn't even have time to scream before he was tackled by the cat-pokemon. Farfetch'd had already turned around upon hearing Meowth's cry and, after landing on the ground, was hiding behind a tree looking nervously at his friend on the ground.
"What's going on??", the boy asked, traces of fear in his voice
"I said give us your pokeballs!!" Meowth repeated, annoyance creeping into his own voice
"Is... is that you?", the boy asked softly.
"Huh??" the cat-pokemon asked, confused, as he slowly got off the boy's chest
"It's you... You're the talking Meowth that saved me all those years ago..."
"I don't know what you're talking about kid." Meowth uttered, dusting himself off.
The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a newspaper clipping, one identical to the one the figure from before had been shooting at
"Maybe this will remind you...", the boy said softly, handing the clipping to Meowth
Meowth took the clipping from him and started reading it. As he read deeper and deeper into the article, a shocked expression started to form on his face as if he was remembering a long-forgotten memory
"No. This is a joke, right?"
"You tell me..."
The boy reached behind his head and undid the knot that held his bandana together. As the bandana and shades fell off the boy's face, Meowth gasped and almost became physically sick at the sight of the boy's face.
"My... my... my god..."
It was then that the boy's countanence became truly visible and the cat-pokemon could see that his face was horribly ravaged. Along with having no nose left, just a patch of scarred, stretched skin between his eyes and mouth, a dark jagged lightning-shaped scar was running down his left eye, the blood-red of the iris a sharp contrast to the violet hue of his right. On his right cheek lay a set of stitches holding together the split flesh of what used to be his cheek. The cut in the skin was so massive that, even WITH the stitches, the bone was still faintly visible beneath the black lines holding together the split flaps of flesh. The black hair covering the boy's ears was pressed back behind the lobes, revealing the large chunk of cartilege and flesh missing from the left ear and showing the scarred area from where the wound was cauterized.
"Now do you remember?", the boy asked softly, "Please tell me you do..."
Meowth started to nod, but could feel the nausea from the massive shock inside him growing and knew he couldn't hold it in any longer. Dropping the news clipping beside him, he ran to a nearby trashcan and, leaning his head inside it, threw up. As he felt wave after wave of bile pour from his mouth, he could hear the sounds of Jessie and James coming out of the bushes and walking towards him and the boy.
"Meowth what's taking so long? Stealing a bunch of pokeballs isn't like rocke--", Jessie started to complain. It was then that she and James noticed the disfigured face of the boy standing nearby where Meowth was retching and screamed in fright.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU... WHO ARE YOU?!", the two humans yelled
The boy sighed softly, took a deep breath, and gave a soft reply
"My name is Josh Valentine... I owe my even being here to your Meowth..."
"How... how exactly DO you owe your life to Meowth?", James asked, confused as all get out
"What happened to your face?!", Jessie blurted out, unable to stop herself
It was then that Meowth, who'd managed to finally stop throwing up, weakly walked over and handed the clipping to Jessie
"This article explains it all.", the pale-faced cat-pokemon said, groaning
Jessie took the clipping from him and started to read it.
"Murderer caught thanks to talking Meowth.", she read, her voice going softer and quieter as she read the meat of the article. When she'd finally finished, she lowered the article and could only stare at Meowth with a strange look on her face
"Is... is this true, Meowth?", she asked, almost not wanting to believe what she had just read
Meowth took a deep breath, wiped his mouth off with the back of his paw, and gave his quiet answer
"Yes.. yes it is.."
All Jessie and James could do for a few seconds was just stare in shock at their pokemon companion
"But... But how??", James asked
Meowth sighed and started to tell what had happened...
"It all happened like this.."
