No good deed goes unpunished
Disclaimer: This fic is rated R for graphic violence, adult language, and other things that would make Sheila Broslofski say "What, What, WHAT?!?" (chuckles) But seriously, this is my first try at a chapter fic, so bear with me. While most Pokemon scripts are based on Ash and his friends, this fic is NOT! In fact, the star of this fic is.. Well, you'll see. Oh, and I don't own most of the characters in the fic. Nintendo does.
The screen is black, save for a cold voice laughing. A sick, sadistic kind of a laugh.
Voice: Soon. soon I'll get that freak for what he did to me!
The screen is illuminated very dimly as we see a shadowy figure in a room with nothing in it but a door, bottle of vodka, a table, and a newspaper clipping on the wall filled with holes
Voice: It should've been my greatest theft, my greatest kill, (shrilly) MY GREATEST FUCKING TRIUMPH!
The bottle of vodka is thrown at the clipping, where it shatters
Voice: He will pay for the hell he put me through! He will pay for wrecking what would've been my crowning achievement!
The figure gets up and as he stands in the dim light, we see only his scarred face, which is cloaked with a look of pure hatred
Figure: He.. Will.. Suffer..
As the figure starts to laugh in a sick kind of way, we pan over to the other side of the door in the room, or in other words outside in a foresty setting, and see a black-haired boy, with half of his face covered by a bandana and sporting a black t-shirt and jeans, with his ear against the door of the cabin housing the room and the figure.
Boy: Oh sweet jesus.
We pan back to the room where we see the figure pull out a gun from his pocket and point it directly at the clipping
Figure: When I find him.
As he pulls the trigger, we take the bullets view and see it go into a photograph on the clipping. As the smoke from the bullet entry clears, we see that, while the article surrounding the picture is blurry, the photograph is of a certain cat-pokemon.
Figure: That Meowth is history!!!
As we pan back to the other side of the rooms wall and see the boy pulling his ear away from the door.
Boy: (silently) I've got to warn Meowth that Harris Sythe is looking for him. Otherwise he'll turn Meowth into another one of his victims!
As the boy runs off, we pan over to a little ways away where we see Team Rocket landing after another failed attempt at capturing Pikachu
Jessie: (sore) Day after day, we try to capture that damn rodent!
James: (sore) Yet day after day we keep getting blasted off!
Meowth: (sore) With all these blast-offs, we should be in N.A.S.A.!
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching reaches the cat-pokemon's sensitive ears
Meowth: Hey someone's coming.
Jessie: Maybe they've got pokemon on them!
Meowth: Yeah!
Jessie: Quick, get behind the bushes and wait for whoever it is to pass by..
Meowth: .then pounce on them and snatch their poke-balls!
James: Can't we just rest here for a minute first?
Jessie doesn't respond to James's question, but simply grabs him by the ear and drags him into the bushes with Meowth following close behind. Soon enough, after they get into positions, the black-haired boy from earlier comes running through and is pounced upon by Meowth.
Meowth: (in mid-flight) Give us your pokemon!!!
Boy: (turning around and seeing the Meowth fly towards him) What the.
The boy is knocked to the ground as Meowth collides with his body
Boy: (scared) What's going on???
Meowth: I said give us your pokemon!!
The look on the boy's face (or what we can see of it anyway) turns from a look of shock to one of delight
Boy: It's you!
Meowth: (clearly puzzled) Huh??
Boy: You're the Meowth who saved me all those years ago!
Meowth: (sweatdrops) I don't know what you're talking about kid.
The boy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a newspaper clipping
Boy: Maybe this will remind you.
Meowth takes the clipping from him and starts reading it. As he does, a shocked expression starts to form on his face.
Meowth: No. This is a joke, right?
Boy: (starting to undo the bandana) Does this look like a joke to you?!?
As the bandana falls off the boy's face, we see Meowth gasp and almost get physically sick at the sight of the boy's face.
Meowth: (gagging) My god.
We pan to the boys face now and see that, along with sporting a scar above his left eye, he's got no nose at all, just scarred skin between his eyes and mouth.
Boy: Now do you remember?
As Meowth nods, the sight of the boy's disfigured face becomes too much for him to stomach, and he vomits at the boy's feet, dropping the clipping beside him. Jessie and James come out of the bushes and see Meowth in front of the boy
Jessie: Meowth what's taking so long. (sees him sick) What is with you?
James: Yeah, you never get sick on missions!
Boy: It's me that's making him ill.
James turns to the boy with a quizzical expression on his face.
James: And you are...
Boy: My name is Josh Taylor, and I owe my life to your Meowth.
James: Ok. (turns towards Jessie and points at Josh while making the "cuckoo" gesture)
Jessie: How exactly do you owe your life to Meowth?
Meowth, who's finally stopped throwing up, catches his breath and hands the clipping to Jessie
Meowth: (groans) This article explains it all.
Jessie takes the clipping from him and starts to read it.
Jessie: (reading the article) (out loud) Murderer caught thanks to talking Meowth. (continues to read it silently with James looking over her shoulder)
Jessie lowers the article and stares at Meowth with a strange look on her face
Jessie: Is this true, Meowth?
Meowth takes a deep breath, wipes his mouth off with the back of his paw, and says.
Meowth: Yes. yes it is.
James and Jessie look at Meowth shocked
James: (sputtering) but, but how???
Meowth: It all happened like this..
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Ok, so not a lot of action or plot in the first chapter, but consider it a pilot chapter. Trust me, it'll get better in the later chapters.
Disclaimer: This fic is rated R for graphic violence, adult language, and other things that would make Sheila Broslofski say "What, What, WHAT?!?" (chuckles) But seriously, this is my first try at a chapter fic, so bear with me. While most Pokemon scripts are based on Ash and his friends, this fic is NOT! In fact, the star of this fic is.. Well, you'll see. Oh, and I don't own most of the characters in the fic. Nintendo does.
The screen is black, save for a cold voice laughing. A sick, sadistic kind of a laugh.
Voice: Soon. soon I'll get that freak for what he did to me!
The screen is illuminated very dimly as we see a shadowy figure in a room with nothing in it but a door, bottle of vodka, a table, and a newspaper clipping on the wall filled with holes
Voice: It should've been my greatest theft, my greatest kill, (shrilly) MY GREATEST FUCKING TRIUMPH!
The bottle of vodka is thrown at the clipping, where it shatters
Voice: He will pay for the hell he put me through! He will pay for wrecking what would've been my crowning achievement!
The figure gets up and as he stands in the dim light, we see only his scarred face, which is cloaked with a look of pure hatred
Figure: He.. Will.. Suffer..
As the figure starts to laugh in a sick kind of way, we pan over to the other side of the door in the room, or in other words outside in a foresty setting, and see a black-haired boy, with half of his face covered by a bandana and sporting a black t-shirt and jeans, with his ear against the door of the cabin housing the room and the figure.
Boy: Oh sweet jesus.
We pan back to the room where we see the figure pull out a gun from his pocket and point it directly at the clipping
Figure: When I find him.
As he pulls the trigger, we take the bullets view and see it go into a photograph on the clipping. As the smoke from the bullet entry clears, we see that, while the article surrounding the picture is blurry, the photograph is of a certain cat-pokemon.
Figure: That Meowth is history!!!
As we pan back to the other side of the rooms wall and see the boy pulling his ear away from the door.
Boy: (silently) I've got to warn Meowth that Harris Sythe is looking for him. Otherwise he'll turn Meowth into another one of his victims!
As the boy runs off, we pan over to a little ways away where we see Team Rocket landing after another failed attempt at capturing Pikachu
Jessie: (sore) Day after day, we try to capture that damn rodent!
James: (sore) Yet day after day we keep getting blasted off!
Meowth: (sore) With all these blast-offs, we should be in N.A.S.A.!
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching reaches the cat-pokemon's sensitive ears
Meowth: Hey someone's coming.
Jessie: Maybe they've got pokemon on them!
Meowth: Yeah!
Jessie: Quick, get behind the bushes and wait for whoever it is to pass by..
Meowth: .then pounce on them and snatch their poke-balls!
James: Can't we just rest here for a minute first?
Jessie doesn't respond to James's question, but simply grabs him by the ear and drags him into the bushes with Meowth following close behind. Soon enough, after they get into positions, the black-haired boy from earlier comes running through and is pounced upon by Meowth.
Meowth: (in mid-flight) Give us your pokemon!!!
Boy: (turning around and seeing the Meowth fly towards him) What the.
The boy is knocked to the ground as Meowth collides with his body
Boy: (scared) What's going on???
Meowth: I said give us your pokemon!!
The look on the boy's face (or what we can see of it anyway) turns from a look of shock to one of delight
Boy: It's you!
Meowth: (clearly puzzled) Huh??
Boy: You're the Meowth who saved me all those years ago!
Meowth: (sweatdrops) I don't know what you're talking about kid.
The boy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a newspaper clipping
Boy: Maybe this will remind you.
Meowth takes the clipping from him and starts reading it. As he does, a shocked expression starts to form on his face.
Meowth: No. This is a joke, right?
Boy: (starting to undo the bandana) Does this look like a joke to you?!?
As the bandana falls off the boy's face, we see Meowth gasp and almost get physically sick at the sight of the boy's face.
Meowth: (gagging) My god.
We pan to the boys face now and see that, along with sporting a scar above his left eye, he's got no nose at all, just scarred skin between his eyes and mouth.
Boy: Now do you remember?
As Meowth nods, the sight of the boy's disfigured face becomes too much for him to stomach, and he vomits at the boy's feet, dropping the clipping beside him. Jessie and James come out of the bushes and see Meowth in front of the boy
Jessie: Meowth what's taking so long. (sees him sick) What is with you?
James: Yeah, you never get sick on missions!
Boy: It's me that's making him ill.
James turns to the boy with a quizzical expression on his face.
James: And you are...
Boy: My name is Josh Taylor, and I owe my life to your Meowth.
James: Ok. (turns towards Jessie and points at Josh while making the "cuckoo" gesture)
Jessie: How exactly do you owe your life to Meowth?
Meowth, who's finally stopped throwing up, catches his breath and hands the clipping to Jessie
Meowth: (groans) This article explains it all.
Jessie takes the clipping from him and starts to read it.
Jessie: (reading the article) (out loud) Murderer caught thanks to talking Meowth. (continues to read it silently with James looking over her shoulder)
Jessie lowers the article and stares at Meowth with a strange look on her face
Jessie: Is this true, Meowth?
Meowth takes a deep breath, wipes his mouth off with the back of his paw, and says.
Meowth: Yes. yes it is.
James and Jessie look at Meowth shocked
James: (sputtering) but, but how???
Meowth: It all happened like this..
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Ok, so not a lot of action or plot in the first chapter, but consider it a pilot chapter. Trust me, it'll get better in the later chapters.
