Chapter 2.
Rockwell ran off into the desert that night. It was very cold, just the way she liked it. She carried a pack with some supplies in it. She followed a GPS map in some eyewear she had. She had selected her destination as Pyrite town. Rockwell's stamina had recovered allowing her to quickly get up to her max running speed of 20mph. (jiggle physics engaged :D)
Orre was the most advance society in the world despite its anarchistic state. Rockwell's general information she had known previously told her that the region was divided into six factions. She had never know anything but the faction's names.
The "Fat Punks" who she had just met. They were also the smallest in number and power influence but also the richest (as far as southern hemisphere intelligence knew). Their hideout was in the northeast corner of Orre in a deep canyon.
The "Rollers" who were in league with the fat punks. (She overheard Tuco talking about this.)
The "Chems".
The "Raiders"
The "Minors"
And the "Killers"
"I guess from now on I'll have to be nocturnal." She said to herself as she regained strength from the cold night air freezing her body.
Rockwell wasn't sure of when she had left the hideout, but she knew she reached pyrite town just at dawn. She was relived. She had worried that she wouldn't make it in time.
Rockwell was dressed in a pair of dark blue cargo jeans and a dark blue tank top. She wore steel toed boots.
Pyrite town looked like any town should look like in an anarchy. It looked like a slum, a ghetto. The few denizens of pyrite town who were up this early stopped what they were doing at the sight of her.
Rockwell noticed she had their attention. She spoke up: "I need a place to stay where is nearest hotel?" She asked. All she received was worried looks. A few people ran off in fear.
"Why are they running?" She thought.
An elderly man came up to her in a scooter. He wore an extremely faded and worn out yellow hat with a pokeball on it. His hair hadn't turned gray at all, it was black. His face was expressionless. Several people peeking out from behind their hiding places whispered to him not to get close. He was addressed by a strange name. They called him "old yellow".
His voice was weak but his words clear.
"Listen here young Pokémon. I don't know where you came here from, but if you're thinking of staying here for any length of time dressed like that, I'd suggest you'd turn around and head south to Phenac city or back where you came from. This is no place for you."
"Sir I appreciate the kind words but I can handle myself." She said lifting up his scooter high into the air above her head with one arm. People had forgotten how strong Pokémon really were. She put him back down gently. The old man persisted with his warning though. He hadn't forgotten how strong Pokémon were. In fact.
Rockwell sensed an eerie presence about this old man. He had some sort of deep inner commanding power. He radiated authority!
"The mayor…he's a creep! If he catches word of you, or sight of you, you may never see the light of day again. Not only that but you will absolutely terrify the people of this town with your presence. So he'll want to get rid of you immediately. Get to Phenac city, it's controlled by the Chems they'll take care of you! Killer turf is not where you want to stay!"
"Killers. Is that the faction who controls this town?" she asked him ignoring his words of wisdom. Although it took almost all of her might. "What the hell is with this guy and this feeling I'm getting from him?! It's becoming very hard not to leave!"
The old man pulled a piece of rusted metal out from under his hat. "Glaceon, I command you to leave at once!" He said with power in his old voice!
Rockwell had no idea what came over her, but she began to leave. She couldn't help herself!
She had to use blizzard to coat herself with a thick layer of nonmelting ice to keep cold. It use a large amount of her energy tomake.
As she ran toward Phenac city she realized something.
"That old bastard! He must have been a powerful trainer back in his day! That explains why he was able to command me!"
It took Rockwell several more hours of running through the desert to reach Phenac city. When she reached it she was greeted by a group of men in lab coats and sunglasses. There was about five of them in total. They were rather short for human males she noted. They didn't look very physically fit and had a pale skin completion.
"Nerds." She though.
"So, you're the Glaceon Yellow told us about I presume." One said. His voice was cool and relaxed, she liked him.
"Follow us, we'll take you to a suitable place to stay." Another said. His voice was nearly the same cool and soothing tone.
She followed them into the city. It was completely deserted. No one in sight. But it was small for a city.
As she walked with them, Rockwell noticed that all of them had higher blood pressures than normal adult humans of their health. Their heart rates were higher, cheeks slightly redder…Were, they? Yes one of them just gave her that glance!
"Oh god, these humans, they're all attracted to me!" She thought disgusted.
They led her to a building with no windows. As soon as she stepped inside she felt right at home. It was a bone chilling 0 degrees. Several of the men began to shake. They quickly grabbed large coats from a nearby rack.
One of them spoke up to address her.
"I welcome you to our lab. The old man you spoke with in Pyrite town is an acquaintance of ours. He said you needed a place to crash so we changed the climate setting to suit you. I hope you enjoy your stay here. You can go pretty much wherever there isn't a locked door. When you need someone to show you your room just ask one of us. We'll probably be in the Laboratory with Mr. White.
"Thank you." She said sweetly.
They all blushed in unison.
"Oh god this is so disgusting!" She thought.
"Hey guys." a voice from down a hallway yelled. "I need your help loading the precursor! Could you give me a hand?" This voice wasn't cool or soothing.
"Sure thing." One of them said. They all walked down the hall.
This left Rockwell to stand alone in what she could only assume was a living room. It was luxuriously furnished.