Chapter 3:

A/N: Lorelei's Reunion will be updated this Thursday, and then final updated the next Thursday. And with that, here we go.

Mom told me a while ago that Three Island hasn't changed much since I went and I remember Three Island was nice, serene and quiet. If that was true, why could I hear motorbikes out in the ocean from there? The sound got louder as we approached the island.

"So, this is the island they were at!" the biker yelled. His voice was obnoxious and loud. He revved up his bike. Yeah, that helps with the sound, asshole.

"We are now at Three Island. Please have a nice day" The intercom said. Oogh, thank Arceus. I picked up my heavy bag, and put it on my back. Sneasel looked as sick as I was, so I picked him up and walked out of the boat and onto the dock and onto the beach. Three Isle Port was quite the beach. It's right in front of the town and scenic cliffs. But, on the beach was another biker riding around on his motorcycle and two islanders glaring at him. I must've stayed for a while on the dock because the biker from the boat pushed me hard, towards the ocean.

"Outta the way, runt" As if it wasn't bad enough that I can't swim for shit, the current was insanely strong as usual. I couldn't believe it, my worst fears were coming true in less than a minute and I haven't even found the lost girl or hand over the meteorite. I clenched Sneasel and my eyes shut. Then I felt someone grab my hood of my hoodie, and my bag. Sneasel and I stared into the ocean that was literally inches away from our faces… And then he vomited into it.

"Holy Crap!" I screamed. I think I was starting to tear up, what did you expect? I was so scared. The seasickness, Tylenol aftertaste, and near-death experience finally got to me, making me vomit in the ocean as well. Whoever had me hanging groaned and then asked "Are you done?"

Then he pulled me back to the safety of the docks and sat me down. I was breathing hard, shuddering, and basically squeezing the life out of poor Sneasel, who was just as scared. The guy was rubbing my back trying to calm me down.

"Th-th-thank you!" I cried gratefully and looked up to him. It was the same guy I was rude to on the boat.

"Relax its okay." He said calmly. I admired how good he was in a situation. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me. I took it, gave it a small lick and wiped off Sneasel's face still shaking. After a few minutes, Sneasel and I had recovered from the shock.

"I'm, uh-, sorry how rude I was on the way over here" I apologized again. "I wasn't really in my best mood"

"Don't even worry about it" he said, "I could tell you were going through something" He held out his hand "Name's Jake"

I took and shook it "Brandyn, with a Y" I introduced myself "And that's Sneasel" Sneasel looked up and smiled at the black-haired guy. Jake waved back.

"You don't look like you're from here" he said.

"Are you?" I asked hopefully, maybe this guy knew who Tom's daughter was.

"Nah" Fuck. "I'm from the Hoenn region"

"And you thought I wasn't from around here."

"I come here often"

"Fair enough. But why d'ya come so often?"

"Berry Forest, has a lot of Pokeblock ingredients. You know… Berries"

"Pokeblocks? Ohhh, you're into contests?" He nodded. "That's cool"

"And you?" he asked. I must've looked confused. "Where are you from and what are you doing here?"

"I'm from Four Island, Three Island's neighbor. And I'm trying to find a missing girl and deliver a meteorite at the same time"

"Well, Brandyn, right? It seems like you've got a lot to do." He stood up, so did I. "I'd love to challenge you sometime! What's your number? I'm sure, we'll meet again"

We exchanged each other's cell phone numbers, said our good-byes as we walked into town. The sound of the motorbikes was even louder in town but I didn't let that bother me. Sneasel tugged at the seam of my pants and pointed at a house with a red roof. Tom mentioned a house with a red roof and it seemed to be the only one. We dashed over to it, "Ohhh, I hope she's here" I knocked, no answer, "Hello?" I yelled. Sneasel hopped onto the window's flower box. Instead of flowers it had various stones. If this guy wanted a meteorite, he definitely owned this house, Sneasel and I looked in the window. There were display cases inside featuring all sorts of precious stones. Also a small berry cultivated kit and then a Rattatta in a small play pen snoozing, it had to be their house. But there was no sign of the girl.

"Dammit", I said. "Let's go, Sneasel" he hopped on my shoulder and nuzzled me. I patted Sneasel's head. She had to be in the Berry Forest. I didn't want too… But I had too. I was deep in thought when my phone rang scaring the crap outta me. It was Mom. Shit. Even Sneasel knew what was next.

"Brandyn!" Boy… She sounded pissed. "Where are you?"

"Three Isl-"

"You were only supposed to go Two Island"

"That's what I thought! Then I ended up doing an errand during an errand."

"…What do you get yourself into?"

"I don't even know, Mom. Not a fucking clue" Whoops.

"HEY, watch it"

"Sorry, is Bill there, let me speak to him" She put him on. "Bill, what the hell? I was doing your errand and I just got caught into another errand and I still haven't finish your heavy errand" I wasn't making a pun, I just needed something polite to call it.

"Haha, heavy" he cracked up.

"BILL!" I screamed. "I'm not fucking joking!"

"Hey, c'mon, no need for that" he said calmly "What d'ya have to do over mine"

"I have to find Tom's daughter, do you have any clue what her name is? Age? What she looks like?"

"…Tom has a daughter?"

"Gee, thanks" I said shrewdly and hung up.

"Fuck Bill. Fuck Tom. And a big Fuck Me for accepting their errands" I told Sneasel. I must've looked ferocious (or the amount of cussing… Or both), because Sneasel looked horrified. I had to calm down, I was about to blow up all of Three Island. I closed my eyes, counted to twenty… Twenty again… Again. I opened my eyes. Much less red, I looked to my shoulder, Sneasel looked calm too. "Sorry, buddy". I sat down at a bench; he jumped off my shoulder and sat onto my lap. I stroked his head. "I shouldn't blame Bill; he had no idea of Tom, who I also shouldn't blame. If my kid was missing, I'd go apeshit too." Sneasel looked up and gave a smile. I got up and picked up my bag, it didn't feel so heavy anymore, and the meteorite was still in there. "Well buddy, hop on. We have a lost kid to find." Sneasel jumped on the bag and we started to walk. Only to be interrupted by a group of bikers that was harassing two of the Three Island citizens. I couldn't believe it. There was about 16 of these guys all harassing these 2 men. The one that caught my eye was the asshole that pushed me and Sneasel off the docks. I know I was stressing two errands, but this shit had to stop. Now. Besides, I never told the guy how grateful I was for nearing killing us.

"Hey, cut that shit out!" I shouted. Everyone there stared at me. I don't think they could believe a skimpy kid in black just confronted a huge group of skinheads. All the bikers stopped bothering the two and started towards me. Full speed. Maybe I bit off more I could chew here… They encircled me, no turning back now.