The Thief, The Friend, The Victim, And the Savior
A novel (kind of) of Pokemon thievery and treachery
Yeah, I'm gonna get one thing straight. I DON'T OWN POKEMON. I JUST LIKE WRITING ABOUT THEM. And another thing. This is going to seem choppy and completely pointless at first. But It's introducing (most of) the characters. R&R And please be kind. This is my first fic.
Fear. Hunger. Haunted. Mild anger. All were feelings that were going through the young duskull's mind. He had nowhere to go, and was hopelessly lost in the freezing rain, bumbling about the seemingly endless trees and shrubs that made up the Ilex Forest. The feeling of being watched by the millions of eyes of the forest inhabitants was overwhelming. Normally a duskull would strike fear into passerby. They, along with the rarely seen dusclops, would be the ones to stare at the cowering local Pokemon. But Dawn had already lost his older brother Dusk in the forest, and he was feeling as helpless as ever. He was tired, weak, and soaked, so he would make easy prey for perhaps a ravenous group of sevipers.
Dawn was praying with all his heart that he would find someone to help him. Maybe he'd find someone with food or shelter, or just kind words to give his heart hope and strength. But alas as he gazed throughout the forest and not a Pokemon in sight. He wandered into a small clearing drunkenly and was about to collapse from exhaustion, but something picked him up.
He didn't want to give any more effort into anything, but he opened his eye. A sneasel had picked him up. Wait... He was saved! His eyes wandered to a large pack that it was carrying. Even better, she had food and supplies! "Hey kid, you shouldn't be sleeping outside like this in a rain storm. You'll catch a cold." The sneasel spoke quickly and snappily. Like she was always in a hurry. "I could use some food..." Dawn made an effort to talk, but was much too weak to do it well. He spoke in a high-pitched squeaky voice uncommon for duskulls. Dawn thought he was saved, and that everything was going to be all right. But at the sneasel's reply, his heart sank like a stone thrown from the Hoover Dam. "What?" The sneasel cried out in surprise and frustration. "I get it! You're trying to con me out of my food! Well no can do! This is mine and you aren't going to take it!" With a sharp nod that was meant to say Dawn had no say in the matter, she turned to walk away. Dawn was desperate to do something. "Wait! Please wait! I'll do anything to repay you! I swear!" He ran after the sneasel who was now briskly walking away. He bumped into the sneasel's back and continued to spout his useless pleas. The sneasel whipped around and for a split second Dawn thought she was going to reconsider. But with an agitated yell of "NO!" that sent several groups of pidgeys flying into the sky, she kicked poor Dawn off into the woods.
"Well, that's one minor nuisance off my back." Thought the sneasel indifferently as she headed further into the forest. But one little duskull wasn't important. She needed to focus on the matter at hand. She had a job to plan. It would take quite a while, but soon that sneasel would become one of the best thieves in the pokemon world. She was sure of it.
An alarm rang out across Goldenrod City. Hombre had made a bad mistake. There was much more security than he'd expected, and in being a bit too careful, he'd tripped the alarms. The umbreon cursed himself for letting surprise get the best of him. He ran down the empty corridors leading away from the vault of the Goldenrod Regional Bank and Post Office, his nails clicking along the linoleum tile floor. He skidded to a halt just as he was about to round another corner. He heard the muttering of typhlosion guards investigating the cause of the now unbearable din that could probably be heard throughout the city and maybe then some. Hombre wasn't going to get out of here by normal means. The rings on his body glowed a golden color, and he was invisible to the naked eye. As the guards began to fan out to search the area, Hombre could tell they were agitated. He couldn't figure out why. There wasn't anything especially valuable in that vault besides the money, right? Their backs were flaring up like mad.
Hombre sneaked past the guards and was almost the exit when the alarm stopped and the whole building lost power. However, the umbreon wasn't complaining. He made himself visible once again, and was about to make a final leap out the door and steal off into the night when the collided with a short silhouette.
A quick, snappy voice swore and shot at him, "So you're the little prick who set off these alarms! It's dumb Pokemon criminals like you that always screw up us mastermind's plans!" Hombre recoiled in surprise, but eventually lit the rings on his body to see who it was. Of all the people to bump into! That nosy little sneasel, Regalia, was here too! She was well known as the snobbish queen of petty theft and the occasional murder... Regalia interrupted Hombre's train of thought.
"I'm here for the Millennium Key. They say it can open any lock, even 'magically' sealed ones. Just sounds like a fail-proof skeleton key to me. But you idiot thug-types wouldn't know anything about that type of artifact, would you?" Regalia looked down her nose at Hombre. "But now you've set off the alarm, and I won't be able to get to it tonight, or any other night for weeks! And everything was going so well too..."
Hombre could smell hostility. And Ms. Regalia here just reeking with it. Sure enough, the sneasel raised her claws in a fighting stance. "Beating you up will bring me lots of relief." She said simply and flicked her claws threateningly. This, Hombre could handle. He'd heard just about enough of this stuck up sneasel insulting him and calling him a common thug. Although, he noted one thing. Her taunting had revealed why the guards were so agitated. This Millennium Key was obviously something special. But there was no time to ponder such things now. He had a fight on his hands.
Hombre put out the glowing rings on his body and charged. Regalia nimbly jumped up and swiped her claws down, ripping a huge gash along Hombre's back. He fell and went skidding out the door and across the street. He could just make out the silhouette of a chuckling sneasel run off into a nearby alleyway. Knowing he'd been beat for now, Hombre licked some of the blood off of his back, and limped off into the night.