Author's Note: Due to having absolutely HUGE chapters, and realizing just now they were absolutely huge, i have taken the liberty of dividing them into two chapters each (so the first four were originally two large ones). Please enjoy!
"This is a state of emergency!" The speaker echoed throughout the halls, rooms, and even outside the building. "All available cadets must report to their superior officer. Again, this is a state of emergency, all cadets must report to their superior officers."
It was no doubt a state of emergency, none could disagree. The red sirens blared in all rooms, and the halls echoed with steps. The control room was worse off; each officer was scanning the cameras in distress. Few of the cameras were still working, even, the rest showed a fuzzy picture. It was their only clue to where the perpetrator might be, only because it showed were he'd already been, and how fast he was moving. There was the occasionally shout of "There he is!" but the image of the perpetrator would disappear in a fiery blaze and fuzz out once more.
A young boy stood in the middle of the room. His name was Sam, the son of his superior officer, who also the owner of the corporation. He listened to what was being shouted, puzzling it all together, and glancing occasionally to each of the monitors. He had deduced who the enemy was. It was a member of Team Rocket, and no doubt up to no good. The fiery flash was explained as his pokemon. There was one monitor that was never touched, tucked away in the corner, unnoticed by every surveyor but himself. Sam suspected that it was on purpose... maybe they wanted to be caught.
There was a moving under his oversized green hat and a yellow paw stuck up to hoist the brim up so the creature could see. It was a pichu, sitting quietly on Sam's head, and it too had a very calm expression. It watched the same monitor Sam was examining at, and caught a glance of the Rocket member rushing by, and the Blazekin that was following behind it. The pichu tapped Sam's forehead. "Pi?"
Sam nodded softly and the Pichu disappeared again under the hat. Sam stepped lightly back, nobody noticed him. He assumed they were all too busy. It was an easy escape; even his father didn't notice his disappearance. Just as Sam shut the door and began to turn away to his (and the Rocket member's) destination, but instead he bumped into a bright orange shirt, worn by a person he knew very well.
"What you doing, Sammy? You know your fadah wouldn't like yah jumpin' away like dat."
"Oh, Paco, hello!" Sam said nervously.
"You ain't plannin' to go aftuh that Rocket felluh, is yah?" Paco enquired. Everything about this man screamed 'Jamaican'. His bright orange shirt, his blue jeans torn to be the length of his knees, his dark skin, even the dark glasses he never, ever took off, least not that Sam had seen.
"Of course not! I was just going to the bathroom; too much soda, heh." Sam tried to smile. He never quite liked being alone with Paco, only because it made him feel extremely short, which he was.
"Too bad, I wuz plannin' to go dere. I guess I'll jus' go dere alone, if you ent." Paco began to step away, but Sam stopped him short.
"Uh, Paco?"
"I thought so. Hurry, we may miss 'er." Sam gave him a questioning look when he said "her" but he knew there was going to be no answer to it.
As we all wish that nobody was hurt because of this intrusion, there were. After just a few turns down the halls, they came across a mass destruction, and the two stopped short. Sam could feel Pichu shuffle around suddenly on his head. It couldn't see what was happening, but no doubt it could smell the burning flesh.
"What... happened?" Sam said. Paco, as before, didn't answer. He tried to see if any of them had any life left in them. Half had their faces burn off, another half were scarred, and no doubt a portion were dead. Sam said a word of prayer for them as Paco tried as he might to find one that was alive.
"Pa…co, Sam?" Somebody finally said. He lifted his head as best he could; he was one that had his face burnt terribly. He was barely alive, and all knew he wasn't going to be so any much longer. Paco rushed up to him and bent down to his level. Sam stood above them, staring wide eyed, Pichu shuffling even more nervously than before. "Help me up; I don't wanna go down as far as the floor. Thank you… Sam, you gatta stop her, she's up to no good. She… ran that way… I think she wants the information on…" he paused, taking a breath, only to utter a few short words, "Take care, Sandwich." Not another word. Paco reached into the man's pocket, pulled out a wallet, and removed the driver's license.
"'Tis Dave…" Paco said, slamming the wallet shut. Sam was struck silent.
"My… bro—" Sam tried to say, but it never made it passed his lips. Paco handed Sam the wallet. Sam was quiet, reality was his brother was dead, but it felt like a dream… a bad dream. Paco stood calmly, but was shaken also. Dave was a friend to all.
"C'mon," Sam boldly choked out, "no use standing here." They started off. Sam could feel Pichu shuffle around on his head, and shivering when it stopped, and then adjusting again. Nobody was quite right.
"Dey in dere." Paco whispered when he finally stopped. It was the experiment room, a room Sam rarely every went in. They snuck in, and Paco told him to wait for the signal, which Sam hid and waited for.
Paco tiptoed into the main area of the room and peered around. He saw nothing for a moment, and when he tried to turn back to Sam to say he could come out, he came face to face with a pair of glowing red eyes.
"Braze! Wa chu," a woman called, clearly changing her voice to mask how it really sounded. The glowing eyes belonged to the Blazekin that was running around with the Rocket, and no doubt the woman was that rocket. It grabbed Paco and he uttered a cry as it gripped, tightly and painfully.
The woman went back to searching the cabinets. Sam took this opportunity to look at the scene. Pichu slipped out of his hat as if it knew just what it needed to do, and it did. Sam continued to seek around until it was obvious to see what the rocket was doing.
She was tossing everything she saw aside, until it was a total mess all around her, and she would go for the next drawer or cabinet to continue destroying. Sam puzzled, until at last he saw her pull out a green floppy disk and was stuck by a sudden realization.
As if sensing Sam's distress, Pichu flew out of the discarded papers and lashed out at the woman's leg. She screeched, and Blazekin reacted to her immediately by throwing Paco. The poor man was thrown into the cabinets nearby, and they toppled on top of him, and all the metal scraps they were holding. The woman snatched Pichu and threw it away… hesitantly. She didn't have time to recover, and was caught off guard by an amazing punch in the cheek. She slid back and to the floor.
Sam stood tall, but nothing near proud. He took the chance to examine the Rocket more closely. She had sandy hair that was significant to the forth island of Kyubbi, making her from the same island as him. She had fine features, and a very well curved body, and no doubt in his mind that she was nothing older than himself. Had it been any other circumstance, he would have thought her good looking, but he was blinded by hate toward her for his brother.
"You… demon! I…" it was hard for him to think, his brother was dead or dieing in the halls that she and the Blazekin had run through, Paco was under a pile of rubble, and Pichu was thrown far out of sight. "Your Blazekin killed my brother."
If she showed any emotion at all, it was hidden under her hat. The whole time he never saw anymore of her face than her mouth and nose, but they were so indifferent from others nothing was distinct. He felt the claws of the Blazekin close around his arms and he tensed.
The woman spoke, again disguising her voice, "Braze… ko win shi." She whispered. The Blazekin released it grip and stepped back. She stood up and attempted to speak with Sam, but suddenly there was an opening of a pokeball and a Delibird popped out. It took to nature and tossed out one of its presents to Sam and the Rocket, grinning and cawing joyously. Everybody tensed up, they knew the chances of it being a bomb, nine-to-ten, and sure enough, the explosion happened. Blazekin didn't know what to think of it and let out a miniature burst of fire . The room burst into flames, and everybody was caught off guard. The rocket called her Blazekin and it ran out, but the woman stopped to take a last glace back at Sam, seeing him dig through the scrap metal for his friend, but then sped off. She was never caught.
He looked and looked for Paco, but in all his efforts he never found him. Delibird tried to pull him away. "Get off me, Delideli! I need to find Paco!" Even though it was Paco's pokemon, it knew well enough that Sam's efforts were useless. As he dug pokeballs rolled out of the metal scrap pile, and in between Delibird's efforts to get Sam out safely it would pick them up and place them in Sam's open pocket. Pichu finally returned to him and held up the floppy disk that the Rocket tried to escape with. Sam stopped, took it, and stared. Mewtwo was written on the front of it. At last he realized what he should do: protect this information. "Delideli, Pichu, we have to get out."
Pichu stared at him with longing eyes and Sam understood. He called Delibird back to his pokeball and Pichu hid again under his hat. He rushed out and retraced their steps until at they came back to where Dave had died. The area had become covered in flames when the rocket and Blazekin had sped by; it must have been frightened still. Pichu jumped out of Sam's hat and curled up in Dave's lap a moment, whining. Sam reached into his brother's overcoat pocket and pulled out a single pokeball; Dave's one and only pokemon. "Good bye, brother."
A window was not far off from were they stood, already broken open. Sam rushed to it and jumped out the window. It was a fifty story drop, which was enough time for Sam to send out a pidgeot and fly away on its back. That day was known as the day that Corporation Raynon burned down, and the disappearance of Kyubbi's greatest pokemon trainer: Sam the undefeated.
