Detective Brock's POV

Another life, another day at work, all the same. Nothing seems to change here in Saffron. I wonder how others get used to these monotonous days! The new job that I thought would be the best in the world, turned out to be just the opposite. There seems to be no killings anywhere around here. Oh well, I can just hope something good could come up to change it all. Anyway, I stepped outside from my small townhouse and walked down the slanted sidewalk. The end of that destination would lead all the way to my big bright red car. I stepped inside the vehicle and turned on the motor then slowly backed up out of my driveway. Off I was, to the police station nearby. Looking at the same old green scenery really didn't change my mood for the day. I drove up to the parking lot and stopped my car. Heading inside, there really wasn't much commotion. I nodded to a few fellow employees I recently met and headed to my desk in a corner of the station. I placed my bag and belt on the desk, turned on my lights, and opened my cabinet. Inside, I saw an unusual folder. I looked carefully and realized it was a case for a homicide. I was so thrilled I could hardly speak. I know it's sad for a murder of someone, but having a change of pace is an exciting thing. I quickly opened the folder finding two tapes and a few sheets of paper. I glanced at one revealing a record for a guy named, Matthew Hedkins. Scrolling down the paper, I looked at his characteristics…brown eyes, black hair, tan skin, 5'5", etc. Nothing unusual about him. Continuing down past his family records, I saw what I wanted to see, the crime. It said that he was shot by an unknown thing. A thing? That's strange. Well, it was my job to investigate what that "thing" was. I took a look at the other piece of paper revealing another victim named, Machoke. It seems that Matthew was the trainer of Machoke. Makes sense. Machoke had the same problem, shot by an unknown thing. Well, time to get investigating. I pulled out the tapes inside the folder. The tapes displayed the names of the victims. I pulled out my giant tape recorder and inserted one in. I pressed played, and sat back to listen about where it all started…

A FEW MONTHS EARLIER…

Matthew's POV

Afternoon was hitting and I was driving home from an interview for letting my Pokémon tryout in the Indigo league. I think he should go. He and I would find many trainers all over the place to fight against. Machoke won most of the battles, of course. I hope he makes it. He deserves to be on the top. I pulled down the road a bit further and saw the post office still opened. I thought that since it was almost closing time, might as well check the mail. I entered, opened my lock, then grabbed the mail as quick as I could. There was about the same amount as we usually get. Not that thick to be famous, but not that thin that we aren't acknowledged. Anyway, I got home to my little house in a small neighborhood. I pulled up to the driveway and entered the house. I looked inside the interior like I always do. To the left was the family room about the size of a living room. On the right, was the kitchen with everything stainless steel. Straight down from the door was the stairs which led to the bedrooms. I put down my folder which contained information about Machoke on the counter a called out,

"Machoke! I'm home."

I heard a few footsteps from the upstairs and saw the brilliant Pokémon himself. I really don't like putting him in a Poke ball, mostly because I think it's cramped and disrespectful to him.

"Finally, I thought you never get home." He said.

Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm very fond of teaching my Pokémon to use their vocal cords so us humans can understand them. I guess it gives us a closer bonding don't you think? I taught almost the whole neighborhood's Pokémon how to speak.

"Let me change into something informal," I started, "and I'll make dinner for us."

"Matt, you need a break." Machoke said, "You always make dinner. Why don't we just order a pizza or something and spend some quality time with each other?"

"I guess you're right. Give me their number and I'll call them up."

Machoke headed over to a small junk drawer and pulled out a small card. I reached over to the phone and punched in the numbers to prepare for the delicious meal.

Machoke's POV

Oh, Matt. What would life be like without him? He so good to me, a little too much that I feel like someone who abuses kindness. Well, this will let him and I get a better closeness. I mean, he just spent his whole afternoon trying to get me in the Indigo League. I mean, that's a huge deal. I think it's because his everyone in his family died. What makes it worse is that he doesn't know who did it. His mother and father were shot and his baby brother died from suffocation. I feel like the last of his family. Well, I leaned on the counter and waited for him. He looked at the phone funny then punched in the numbers again. He hanged the phone up with some anger in him. Matt looked at me and said,

"They're busy right now. They won't be available for another hour."

"What do you want to do in the meanwhile?" I said.

"We could walk around the block, I guess."

I nodded and headed outside with him following me. Outside the doors held a new experience.

Matthew's POV

We headed left down the sidewalk and fairly kept in step with one another. It was mildly warm, probably seventy degrees or so with a slight breeze. Many neighbors were outside. On the right I could see an acquaintance named, Robert Camper, who was playing with his Growlithe. A few houses left, Machoke pointed out his best friend, Nidoking, sitting out on a chair. We quickened our pace and went up his driveway to greet him. Nidoking rose up and smiled at our appearance.

"Hey, Nido." I said warmly.

"Haven't seen you all in a long time." Nidoking replied.

"Well, we haven't been out in a long time." Machoke added.

"So, I hear you might be going to the Indigo League."

"I hope," Machoke said crossing his arms, "I mean, it's okay if I don't, but I would really like to make it to the top."

"I might be going as an audience. Hope to see you there."

"Same to you."

With that, Machoke waved and we headed back on the sidewalk. I decided to figure out more about Nidoking since I really didn't get to know him much.

"So, Machoke," I started, "What's Nidoking really like? He seems so…how do I say this…slow."

"Um," Machoke stuttered. "He's very nice and smart. He lives alone, though, because his owner left him for his problem."

"Problem?" I questioned.

"Um, it's a personal problem. Nothing I shouldn't say out loud."

"I see. So has he trained a lot?"

"Um, he's not really into training."

"Is that why his owner left him?"

"You could say that."

I really got curious and curious about this problem, but I figured I'll know someday so I just silently walked.

A few houses down, we could see a semi-elderly man named Pete Wilson, tending his garden. He was the grumpy man of our neighborhood and really didn't like talking to others, especially me. As we approached him, I figured a warm hello might make him smile.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson." I said smiling.

He didn't say anything. He just gave me a glare and went back to his trimming. I shrugged and moved forward. I knew he would do that. He's really grumpy because his monster died because of my father. He was walking his baby Blue Eyes White Dragon down a road when he came across an intersection. He tied his monster to a pole so Mr. Wilson could get something from his fanny pack. The Dragon pulled out and escaped from the pole. He ran out in the road and my father ran over him. Ever since that day, he's hated our family.

Me and Machoke almost finished our lap when we saw a few signs laying around on the light poles. One said, 'Wanted: Jinzo…for murder of thirty eight innocent people.'

"A fugitive." Machoke said, "A nice thing to know that we have a murderer loose."

"Well, he might be miles from here anyhow." I said nervously.

We saw our driveway and dashed for the door on our house.

Machoke's POV

Matt ran directly to the phone to order us our dinner while I went straight to the couch. I could hear his voice grow enthusiastically as someone answered. I grabbed the newspaper and turned on the television. Big story, of course, was Jinzo's murdering. I threw the paper down and switched the television to the Pokémon interview channel. The newest one was Lucario. Seemed boring so I turned it off and eavesdropped on Matthew. I could hear him give out his specific orders of what to get. I saw him go through the mail, as well. Thinking all was well, I laid down to rest a bit. Continuing to eavesdrop, I heard something suspicious come from upstairs. I stood still to hear it again, since the first time was faint and something did come up. It sounded like a buzzing noise. I'm not sure what would make that. Maybe a bee? Or a fly? I don't know. I walked upstairs and followed the sound as best as I could.

Matthew's POV

"And also, extra cheese." I said to the female on the other end.

I hate it when people mess up my orders. During our conversation, I began to go through the mail to see if there was anything interesting. Mostly, there were bills and advertisements.

"Anything else?" the lady said.

"Oh, yes. Don't forget the anchovies."

I saw a letter in particular that surprised me. I picked it up and read the back. It had a yellow tint to it and in a very blood red color, it said the following:

To: Matthew and Machoke

From: Anonymous

I raised my eyebrows in curiosity. Looking up, I saw Machoke heading upstairs, probably to shower or something.

"That will be 300 poke dollars."

"That'll be fine, thank you."

I opened the letter be careful not to completely rip it and found a piece of paper in it folded three ways. I unfolded it slowly and in typed black ink, it read the following.

Both your lives will be over soon. What are you going to do?

I gulped the biggest amount of saliva that I could and stood there in shock.

"Hello? Sir?" The lady at the other phone said.

"Huh, oh, I'm sorry. What did you ask?"

"Would you like it delivered?"

"Um, no thanks."

After that, the lady said her good-bye and hung up. I looked at the letter again and got the envelope. I carefully examined it to see who would send letters like this? Flipped over, was that same thing.

"Who could the anonymous be?" I thought.

That was it. Me and Machoke now have our lives threatened. Great way to end the day…