Chapter 1

The Honest Cop

Agent Roswell was one of the honest cops that stayed uncorrupted. He stayed loyal to the old ways of law enforcement. An incident a year ago happened specifically to Roswell. He was caught in a fire trying to save a small kid Pikmin from a pyromaniac. This all happened in the Pikmin City Harbor along the docks where the boats lay. It was a Tuesday, midnight and the pyro, Donathan "Flame" Christian, who was disappointed about how his life was going down the tubes. Donathan, an odd colored, red and orange, Pikmin. His parents never cared for him and his boss, Mr. Feller, was a corrupt and greedy Pikmin. After a 9 long months in to his job, he went insane.

He thought of a way to make his life better: ransom. He kidnapped his bosses' son and threatened to kill him if he didn't give up a large amount of money. The cops refused to help and turned their backs on the case. Only one cop agreed to find the Pikmin's son.

Roswell arrived at the docks of the Pikmin City Harbor. He hides behind a nearby dumpster and spots Donathan. He has the kid in one arm and a cell phone in the other.

"Meet me here with the money and you get your son back," Donathan says into the speaker.

"How do I know my son isn't already dead?" Mr. Feller asks suspiciously half sobbing.

"There won't be any point for me in threatening you if I killed him now would there? Be at the Pikmin City Harbor docks in half in hour with the money and NO tricks or your son is dead."

With that done he ended the call and put his cell phone in his pocket. Agent Roswell slowly withdrew his gun. Guns weren't usually a Pikmin cop's weapon but since the overtaking of the democratic government, they switched from flowers to guns. He came out of his shadowy hiding place and walked towards Donathan.

"Donny!" Roswell cried confidently.

Donathan looked behind him at shock. The kid Pikmin was only 8 years old, not even 6 in human years.

"It's over. Let the kid go," Roswell said.

"In your dreams, you copper," Donathan said and lit a fireball in his left hand.

"Give it up Donny, there is a better way to end this."

"No there isn't !" Donathan exclaimed. "My boss has been nothing but a bastard since he hired me. After he gives me the money, I'll torch his kid! And after he sees his only son dead I'll make his life a living hell like he did to me!"

"If you do that wouldn't you be just like him? Ask yourself, if you proceed in doing this you will not only kill a corrupt businessman, but you would also take an innocent life. You would be worse than him!"

Donathan shook his head crazily shouting, "NO! "I'm different from him! This will not be the only victim I take tonight. After this I will start killing corrupt businessmen and slaying their families! They DESERVE this kind of judgment. I AM RIGHTEOUS!"

Without saying another word, he threw his lit fireball at Roswell. The searing pain scorched the poor Pikmin's delicate skin, ripping off his colored skin and burning the rest of him. Trying to resist the pain, Roswell lifted up his gun and shot that pyro in the hand. His whole hand came off and Donathan collapsed screaming at the loss of his hand. The kid Pikmin escaped from the evil clutches of the pyro and ran to Roswell who was now on the dock floor like Donathan. Donathan sucked up the pain and pulled himself up. Immediately seizing what strength he had left, Roswell shot the flamethrower in the gut and finally he was defeated. The kid Pikmin, half sobbing said quietly, "Thank you."

Roswell smiled in gratitude. That was all he needed. The fire that reached the entirety of his body has now faded. His eye vision slowly faded. Things went black. The last thing he saw was two figures and flashing lights. He felt himself being picked up and put onto a bed. After that he saw nothing else and his body went numb.

Meanwhile

A shadow crept in an enormous mansion. It was a dark and gloomy night and the mansion was completely deserted. All that was left of it was a library with ripped pages of books were everywhere.

"E, you have gone this far in your democratic mission to rid the world of totalitarianism. Now it's my turn."

The shadow stood in an open window where the moon shone and his shadow reflected upon the window. He looked up staring at a gold name plate that had the letter E in the middle of it. He then looked down at a name card. Violet. Your probably the only Pikmin I know I can trust. He grabbed an abnormally large flower, bigger than his own head. His flower on his head itched for a second and then he saw it: the fedora hat.

He grabbed it and wore it. A shadow cast over his face and his natural color remained hidden. Violet is the woman I have to look for. I'll find you Violet. There is information that must be given to you. The fate of the world lies in your hands. And so he grabbed the shadowy figure grabbed his trench coat and escaped into the night leaving the deserted mansion full of sad memories.

I'm sorry, but no violence or humor yet. It is rather short sorry… Be patient…PLEASE REVIEW.