Murder Party 2: Nightmare Resurrection

by missingnown

When Slowking thought the worst was over, it returns and claims his son Slowpoke. However, Slowking believes that his son is in safe hands. Slowpoke and 12 more Pokemon are forced to play a game where the "murderer" has to kill the others so as to survive. Can Slowking finally realise the peril his son is facing, or is Slowpoke already dead? Is it too late? Read on to find out!

4. A Good Record

Chapter 4 ( A "Good" Record)

(Slowpoke's POV)

In the midst of the sobbing and weeping, Growlithe stood up and growled. "We should stop crying and start planning to catch the murderer."

I nodded my head silently.

"I also think we should appoint a leader. Someone who is smart and confident, who is surely able to lead us in our capture of the murderer. Like me." he grinned boldly. Growlithe scanned the crowd of Pokemon, seeking approval.

However, all the Pokemon were looking at me.

"Did Mewtwo just say your dad won the Fantasy Games?" Mareep bleated with excitement

"How did he win?" Froakie croaked.

"Help us out of here!" Caterpie begged, with pearls of tears in his eyes.

"Woah, calm down guys! I... don't know... what to do..." I responded. I looked at the ground dejectedly. There was nothing I could think of, nothing to comfort them, nothing to solve this nightmare. I tried to say some kind words to soothe the Pokemons' soul, but all that I uttered were non audible stammers.

"Yeah, and we were about to elect him our leader. What a great leader he would be. Just because dumb Slowking had dumb luck does not mean that Slowpoke can repeat the same feat." Growlithe snarled mockingly.

"Oh do shut up for once Growlithe. Can't you give Slowpoke some time to come to his senses?" Mienfoo snapped. He was clearly frustrated at the arrogance exhibited by Growlithe time and time again.

(Growlithe's POV)

What the heck just happened? Here I was trying to help out for the first time and the stupid Pokemon chase me away? Why would they trust retarded Slowpoke to help? Slowpoke even needs the cursed Mewtwo to remove his 5 second reaction time. So much for my kindness.

All the while in my life I haven't attempted to be kind until this moment. What is my reward? Being rejected flatly without an acceptable reason. Stupid Pokemon. I shall not help them anymore. Let's see them fall to the murderer's hands. Let's see how far Slowpoke's "effective" leadership can bring them. In fact, I have doubts about Slowpoke now. I suppose that he is actually the murderer and he is trying to lead them to their deaths, slowly but surely.

As I saw the gullible crowd's cheers, I couldn't help it but frown with distaste. I think I can replace Natu as the fortune teller. In the future, only one thing awaits the useless Pokemon. Death.

(Slowpoke's POV)

The other Pokemon gave mumbles of agreement. Growlithe, feeling exasperated at what he deemed as stupidity at its highest level, walked away in defiance. Just like that, I was now appointed their leader. I do think this move is rather stupid. Why have a leader when one is not even sure who the murderer is.

And now, due to my dad winning the games, the Pokemon now start thinking that I too am equally capable of helping them survive in this event. Little did they know about my 100% lose record in chess. So much for my perceived intelligence.

I tried to convince them not to appoint me as their leader. " I can't help you. I... am not capable enough. Why not you find someone else?"

"Because there is no other Pokemon as smart as you Slowpoke." Treecko remarked. "Apart from Natu, there is no other Psychic Pokemon here. I'm sure Natu wouldn't want to be a leader."

Natu, found hiding near a tree, shook her head rapidly at the idea of being in charge. "No thanks." she chirped meekly.

"But... I don't have any ideas..." I sputtered. "It is okay, you can think of them as time goes by. You know, gather some clues from murders, read facial expressions and so on. I'm sure you can do it." Treecko gave me an encouraging smile. "Right folks?" There was loud cheering and rounds of applause. The Pokemon's faces had signs of renewed enthusiasm and hope. I surveyed the crowd, hoping to find one Pokemon looking stranger from the majority's expression. No chance. Everyone looked upbeat.

Except Growlithe. In the distance, I saw him giving a nasty frown. I sensed something amiss. Growlithe must be the murderer. I just need more evidence to find him guilty.

Author's note : Thank you for reading so far. I would sincerely appreciate it if you were to give some feedback! In this way, when I implement your suggestions into the next chapter, your reading experience would surely improve :)