Duty Calls Chapter 3, a pokémon fanfic

Chapter 3

Author's Note: My darlings, hello! How are all of ye? It's Cherri here with a new update! I'm super excited omg. So, I thought this chapter didn't have too much blood or violence... I lied. It has alot. So if you can't handle blood and violence please do not read. This is not a chapter for you. Anyway, enough of me. Let the chappie commence! Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Cherri here doesn't own Pokémon or its characters, just this story. Suing her will be a waste of time! Also, this story contains strong language, violence, and gore so read at your own risk!

Duty Calls

Wandering around the halls with a map in his hands, Morty found the training room quickly and with no difficulty. The blonde took a deep breath, calming down his overactive nerves. Despite him arriving in J.O.S.E Headquarters only a day ago, he was suddenly thrusted in the organization as one of their own. His training as an assassin was going to begin as soon as he walked through the double doors. With another deep breath, Morty walked inside, his eyes widening at the vast space the training grounds held. There were many facilities, each holding their own equipment and necessities for training. Morty looked around in awe, drinking it all in, yet his trance was broken as soon as he heard a rather feminine grunt behind him. Turning around, his eyes widened a little more. A shirtless Lance held Whitney in a headlock, the pink haired girl struggling to get free. Whenever she moved the muscled arm tightened, not relinquishing its hold.

"Morty!"

The blonde turned around, seeing his friend beckon him to sit next to her. Quickly, he sat on the bench she was sitting on, along with the other elites and apprentices of J.O.S.E, his eyes not looking away from the scene. Whitney finally managed to drive her elbow into Lance's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. Taking a quick turn, she delivered a roundhouse kick at the red head's face, making him fall backwards onto his back with a pained groan. Collective "oohs" were heard as the man recovered. The pink haired assassin rolled her shoulders to loosen the muscles, waiting on the red headed man to get up. Jasmine gave the blonde haired male a raised eyebrow at his collar, flicking the tag so it jingled. "So, your a dog now huh?" Morty groaned, covering the tag with a hand. "I don't want to talk about it...Do those two always fight dirty?"

"Ever since Lance rescued Whitney 9 years ago."

Both Morty and Jasmine looked at Clair, who sat on the other side of Bugsy, the blue haired woman's eyes locked onto the fight. Rubbing her hands together, she gave the duo a side glance. "Once Whitney healed from whatever she went through, Lance figured that she had so much anger in her, she should let it out by fighting him. Of course, back then, she went out on a whim, so Lance went easy on her. Until he realized that being easy will get him killed." Both Jasmine and Morty nodded at what Clair had to say, their eyes going back to the fight. As soon as their eyes looked back to the duo, Lance delivered a harsh back hand slap on Whitney's face. The room suddenly went tense as Whitney nursed her bruising cheek. Her heavy breathing was heard in the deathly silent room, anger rolled in waves and emanated from her body.

"Whitney are you ok? Did I hit too hard?"

Instead of answering the red head's question, with swift movements Whitney managed to land hard blows on an unexpected Lance. Morty cringed as each blow landed and landed hard. The pink haired girl tackled the heavier body to the ground, backhanding Lance into the face with twice as much strength then he had. The red head, tired of being a punching bag, rolled over and pinned the pink haired girl. Both let out feral growls as Whitney began to struggle from Lance's hold.

10!

Using all the strength she had, Whitney kneed Lance in the groin, the red head releasing his hold. The pink haired girl rolled them over and pinned him, putting everything she had in her hold as Lance began to struggle.

10!

|DING|

Whitney released Lance and stood up, offering a hand to the male. With a smile, the taller of the two crushed the girl into a hug, laughing heartly. Even though he lost, it was a good fight.

"Whoa...that was intense."

Morty nodded at Jasmine's words, standing up as some of the others began to leave the training grounds.

"Yo Pet!" The blonde haired cringed as he turned around, wishing he could crawl under a rock when the others stop what they were doing under the sound of Whitney's loud voice. "Training starts now. Let's see what you got!"

Turning pale, the blonde quickly murmured a prayer. 'Dear Arceus have mercy on my soul...'

Saying that Morty was in pain was an understatement. The blonde's body felt like it was being burned alive, stabbed with acupuncture needles over and over, hit by a train a thousand times, electrocuted with enough electricity that could kill an elephant. Somehow the blonde knew that even after her fight, Whitney wasn't going to be easy on him and damn right she wasn't. Morty had no knowledge of fighting and the pink haired girl took that as bait, beating him to a pulp as he tried to dodge her hits. And even though she fought hard and rough before him, her blows still hurt. The blonde painfully took off his sweaty and bloody clothing, whimpering as his hands ached while he turned on the hot water. The water soothed his aching muscles and washed of the blood and sweat from his body. Once the blood and grime was off, he turned off the shower, dried off, dressed in a sleeping outfit and laid in bed. The blonde dozed off, not hearing the door to the room opened as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Strong hands raked through blonde hair, waking up the aching male who owned it. Morty groaned groggily, burying his face into Whitney's hard stomach, enjoying the woman's warmth. The blonde sighed in relief as his headache began to lessen under Whitney's fingertips. The pink haired female snorted in amusement, getting off the bed and straddling his hips to massage his neck, shoulders, back and legs. The knots and pain from earlier training slowly melted off his body like butter off a hot knife.

"Get up. You must be hungry. Lunch is being served."

The pink haired female finished the massage and left the room, leaving Morty to his devices. The blonde stretched, changing clothes. The first day of training may have been a bummer but he wasn't giving up.

Just yet.

||Smack||

Morty went down with a thud, taking a low backhand in the ribs. He could sense that Whitney was getting frustrated, and frustrated fast. It was his third day in J.O.S.E and he still couldn't dodge all of Whitney's attacks. Morty felt anger bubble inside him, his head filled with thoughts of failure and giving up. The blonde shook the thoughts away, standing up painfully.

"Again. I got this. Let's do it again."

Whitney nodded, getting in her fighting stance. Morty copied the action, taking deep breaths focusing on the task at hand. 'You got this blondie. Show her that her lessons weren't wasted!' Suddenly, the pink haired girl lurched forward. Each thrust, kick, and punch Morty dodged. He focused on Whitney's movements, predicting each one. The pink haired female used different fighting moves, each one still blocked from the last. With the last of her strength, Whitney aimed at Morty's ribs, preparing to deliver a devastating blow. The blonde sensed it coming and dodged the hit before it could land. Panting, Whitney gave Morty a rare but small smile. "You finally dodged all my hits, pet. You're ready for your first fight!" Morty grinned, catching his breath and rubbing his aching bones. All of a sudden, realization hit him. "M-my first fight? You mean I have to fight someone to complete my training?" Whitney gave the blonde a raised eyebrow, wiping her sweaty hands on a towel. "Yup. What, you thought that dodging some hard hits was all the training you needed?" Embarrassed, the blonde looked away from his mentor. He sincerely thought that dodging Whitney's blows and learning the right time to hit back was all that he needed but apparently he stood corrected. The pink haired girl patted his shoulder sympathetically. "All I have to tell you for now is be prepared. Your fight with Chuck is this Monday so practice while you can. Hand to hand combat is not all you need to become fully trained. It may take time but it's worth it. You'll see." And with that, she left. The blonde haired male sighed, sitting on the ground.

'The end is worth it.'

"The fight between the apprentice of Bruno Siba and Whitney Akane shall now commence! Challengers step up to the mat!"

With a deep breath Morty stood up, only to be stopped by Whitney. "I didn't use the blows I did for training just for a show. Knock him dead. Not literally, you know what I mean." The blonde nodded, going up to the mat, shaking Chuck's hand and wishing him a fair fight. Both fighters stood in their stance, waiting for their signal to fight. With a wave of a small flag, Karen signalled the two to fight. With a battle cry, Chuck charged at him, his fists raised. Quickly, the blonde dodged the heavier male's punch aimed to his face and dodging another aimed at his ribs. Morty reminded himself to focus on the shifts in Chuck's body. Using Whitney's signature backhand, the blonde haired male landed the hit successfully, upcutting the other in the jaw after it. Chuck stumbled a bit before gaining his balance, yet Morty wasn't so merciful. He remembered each move Whitney used on him, using it against the other. 'Kick to the knee, elbow to the solar plexus, roundhouse kick in he face. Taking a moment to breath while Chuck recovered a bit, Morty glanced at Whitney, the female giving him a silent thumbs up. Morty gave her a grin, yet the small exchange of friendliness was cut short when a heavy fist smashed into his face, an audible crack was heard. Landing on the floor, Morty curled up and grasped at his nose, blood pouring out from it. The blonde man felt a rush of murderous anger rush through him as he got up. A terrifyingly familiar rush of murderous anger. Clenching his tearing eyes, the blonde upcutted Chuck in the face, throwing him off by swiping at his feet. Morty did not care if he stained the mat as he continued to land hard blows at Chuck. With one last burst of strength, the blonde haired male sucker punched the other in the face, watching him go down.

"And the winner is...Whitney Akane's apprentice, Morty Matsuba!"

The blonde quickly left the room, not sparing a glance at anyone as the doors slammed behind him.

(To be continued)

Author's Note: Annnnnnnnnnd, finished! New update now complete. This chapter (like many other chapters) took very long to edit. But in the end, it was worth it! Thank you all for reading! And thanks to Snugglesthefluffykitten for following my story! Like I said previously, comments, questions and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed so don't be afraid to share! Chapter 4 is coming soon so stay tuned! Sayonara for now~

-Cherri

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