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Chapter 2-
I turned around to see a man that I would guess is in his fifties maybe. He had a flashlight and a triumphant look on his face.
"So young man, what are you looking for of mine?"
"Uh, food…sir."
"Well, there isn't any in there. I've been watching you go around the property. You disturbed my observations of the nighttime activities of dark pokemon- walked right in front of me. To be honest, I've had more fun watching you than the pokemon. I must say for a thief, you aren't very observant."
"It's not exactly my specialty."
"Indeed. Follow me kid."
I followed behind the man into his manor. The man led me to a room and had me take a seat at a table, and then went out of the room for a minute. I was feeling way too scared to even run. Pretty soon he returned, followed by a woman who looked to be in her forties. The man must have already told her what had happened because she looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes. The woman grabbed his sleeve and whispered something to him. I suddenly feel very self-conscious. I probably look like shit. He then turned around and looked at me. He seemed to have a look of recognition on his face.
"Wait a minute; I think I've seen your face before. Are you a trainer, kid?"
"Yes sir."
"I thought so. You're that Ryan Rayne kid. You're with the Liberty Team."
"Actually my real name is Kasey Mathews. Ryan Rayne was a performing name Mr. Perks gave me. And I was fired from that team."
"You don't say. Why were you trying to steal from me?"
"I just needed some food to get by. I have almost no money left. I have nowhere to go, no pokemon of my own, and now no team to work for."
"How can you have almost no money? You've won plenty of times."
"My old boss did not pay me well at all. I'm sorry I tried to steal from you."
"As you should be. Stealing is very wrong and you can go to jail. I should call the police."
"Please don't! I'll do anything; just don't make me go to jail!"
"Hmmm. Let me think about it. Do you have any family?"
"Well, I used to sir. I lived in Olivine City on the west side with my mom and dad. But my dad died when I was three. My mom got married again when I was ten. It was hard because my step-father didn't like pokemon at all. So he would beat me whenever he found out I was playing with them or even talked about them. My mom did nothing, I guess because she was too scared of him. I ran away from home a little while before I turned 12. I lived on the streets and in the underground for some time. But I learned a lot about pokemon training from watching TV's in Pokemon Center's and talking to other trainers, and got my trainer's license when I was 13. I got hired by some little team near Saffron City a little while later and I worked for them for a while, but then Mr. Perks bought my contract when I was 15 and a half. I worked for him for nine months. And now I'm here."
"Does your family know about you at all?"
"No. My step-father didn't particularly care to find me. I found out over a year ago that he took my mom and they went to Sinnoh."
"I see. So you're a little over 16 years old, have been living on the streets for over four years, and have been a trainer for more than two, and you have no distinct future ahead of you."
"That sounds right sir."
He looked at me thoughtfully. The woman looked between me and him, with an air of anticipation. The silence was starting to make me nervous.
"I've decided. I will not turn you over to the police."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I'm so glad I don't have to go there.
"I think that to make up for trying to steal from me, you can do some jobs for me. And perhaps you can have some of that food you were trying to steal."
I couldn't believe it. He was going to let me work for him. And feed me? I was stunned.
"Thank you so much sir. I am deeply humbled by your generosity."
"You seem like a good kid. It just seems like luck hasn't gone your way. Now come on, let's get you some decent clothes." The man and woman started to walk to where some clothes were I guess and I followed. I didn't realize my clothes were in bad shape till I looked on the back and saw dried blood from my lashings earlier. "By the way, my name is Professor Oak."
I stopped. I couldn't believe my ears. I had just tried to steal from the Professor Oak, renowned pokemon professor and the owner of the Horizon Team? Now I really felt like an idiot. He turned around and chuckled at the face I was making of pure embarrassment.
"I take it you've heard of me?"
I nodded "You're the most brilliant pokemon professor on the continent and you own a division 3 team named the Horizon Team."
"Sounds right. Now come on."
I began to follow them again, but I felt a little more on guard knowing this information.
"So Kasey, what was it like working for the Liberty Team?"
"He paid me very little and forced me to train for over 15 hours a day. The man knew nothing about pokemon, and I got the whip when I lost."
"What do you mean 'got the whip.' Are you saying he beat you?"
"Yes sir."
The two turned around looking shocked. I pulled up my shirt to show them the marks from my last loss. The woman put her hands up to her face in shock and the professor had a grim look. I let my shirt down.
"That's outrageous!" the professor exclaimed. "That kind of violence in today's world in unheard of. Why didn't you report it?"
"He said if I did then he would get someone to kill me. And it's not as uncommon as you would hope to think."
"Oh you poor boy." the woman said. "Sam, I'll take him down to get those wounds looked at before anything else." she said. "I'll bring him upstairs when I'm done."
"Okay. See you in a bit." he said before turning and walking back down the hallway.
"Come on Kasey." the woman said. "My name is Delia, and I'm sort of the team mom." she explained.
I followed her to a room that looked sort of like a nurse's station. She took off my shirt and had me lay on the table on my stomach. She pulled out what she needed and started to clean the wounds. The liquid stuff she used stung a bit but I was still grateful for her help. She started working on me. I just laid there deep in thought.
"Is your hair naturally black like that? It looks like blond at the roots." she asked.
"No, I have blonde hair, but Mr. Perks made me dye it black to create some image. Something like I would not be feared with blonde hair."
"Well that's just silly. When it grows a bit more I'll have to cut it. I'll make you look handsome. Just so you know, Professor Oak is going upstairs to tell the team trainers about you."
A spasm of fear goes through me. What are they going to say? I don't even know who the Horizon Team trainers even are. They're probably going to look down at me like everyone else. Delia must have seen my unease.
"Oh don't worry, I'm sure they'll like you."
"I hope so. What are their type specialties?"
"Well, how about you ask them later? I'm sure they'll love to talk about it."
"Yeah right. They probably think I'm just some petty thief."
"Oh I don't think so. Why, just get Ash talking about pokemon and he forgets everything else."
I'm less sure than she is, but I am very interested in talking to some Division 3 trainers. I always thought about someday moving up to that division, since I won so often in Division 2, but Mr. Perks' ignorance kept me back.
"There we go, good as new. Now let me get you a fresh shirt."
She left the room for a minute and came back with a shirt. It was a Horizon Team shirt. It feels odd putting on a shirt of a different team, but it's a good feeling. I look up at her. She has a pleased look on her face.
"Now let's go upstairs."
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Now before you start freaking out, I'm not going to be including the anime characters in this as main characters. I'm still up in the air about including Ash. His mom rocks, and I needed a caring female type, but her son means nothing to me. Sending more OC's will help keep Ash out! Here's what I need:
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So send me those and some reviews to help me recover from the two exams I just took! :)