Now, at the other side of the canyon, I contemplate what to do. To the east, I see more trees. To the west, towards a setting sun, I see lights and buildings. Are there people there? Good people, unlike Giovanni and his minions?
I start towards the lights, in hopes of reaching it by dawn. The journey is, thankfully, uneventful. I come across a few curious Pachirisu, and a flock of Pidgey, but nothing with the intent of harming me. They don't seem to fear me. I am grateful for that.
The sun has been down long enough for the moon to be high in the sky by the time I reach the lights. There is a long, black river crossing through the middle, and even at this hour, metal boxes with wheels travel across them. I dart through the traffic, and run into a bush nearby.
"Hey! Get ya own bush, kiddo."
I turn to see a man, half asleep in the bush. He has on black glasses and has a large, golden, bent tube beside him.
"Oh! S-sorry. I only just got here. Um, where..where is here?"
"Why, this is the great New Blue City. It was only recently finished; they've been trying to build this town for years. You sound funny, stranger, you foreign?" He mumbles as he cocks his head.
"Oh, um, I'm not familiar with that word, so maybe? I'm a pokemon, so your language isn't the easiest thing for me just yet, but it is the only language I know."
"A talkin' pokemon, wouldja lookit that!" He cackles. "Well, I'm Frankie. I'm an ole homeless jazz player. I suppose you could share my bush tonight, kiddo, but tomorrow we'll find you ya own ally to stay in. Frankie don't care so much for friends."
No friends? Does no one have a friend in this world? From what Felicia had said, it sounded like a common occurrence, but my experiences are proving otherwise. Nonetheless, I thank Frankie for his hospitality, and fall asleep in the bush.
By the time I wake, the sun is high in the sky and it's hot enough outside to cook a Fearow egg on the concrete. Not that that would be a good idea; those things are vicious! I walk with Frankie around the city, trying to ignore the confused looks from humans, and chuckling at the excited, pointing little humans. Suddenly, a man stops us.
"Sir, what in the hell have you got with you?!"
"I don't reckon I could tell you, sir. I'm blind as a Zubat. I dunno what she is, m'self. Found 'er in a bush."
"Sorry to bother you then, she just looks like a thing I saw on the television. Might want to have someone explain that to you, or I believe you might be in for some trouble."
Frankie shakes his head and pushes me along. "Stop me at a tele-store," he whispers, "We'll see what the young fool is talkin' bout."
After explaining television to me, I pull Frankie over to a store filled with them, and he asks the kind lady at the desk if we can watch one for a bit. "You're just in time for the news!" She said. We plop down in a chair and flip on a box with a smaller box. Such strange inventions, these televisions are.
"This just in about an hour ago," the news anchor says, "A man says Team Rocket is at it again, this time genetically engineering yet another super-pokemon. Sir?"
"Yes, she is about 4 feet tall, and purplish in color. Blue eyes, and pointy little ears. We have a photo from before she escaped here," The man says as he holds up a picture of me in my tube. "She is deadly, and is to be returned, dead or alive. We here at the station have a bounty on her, 6000 Poke, and a free trip to Gyara-Grill in South New Blue. She could be anywhere by now, she's resourceful. And -"
"And that's enough of that!" Frankie shouts, as he shuts off the television. "Kiddo, you wanna tell me why that man stopped us about this?"
I stutter over my words as I explain my situation. Frankie makes a sad, pitiful expression and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Mewthree, you only a kid. Ain't no way I'm sending you in, even for all that money. Just keep me in mind when you're takin' over the region," he chuckles.
I grin and shake his hand, and we continue off to find me an ally. Apparently, an ally is like a canyon between buildings, but more foul-smelling. We finally find one at the corner of Beedrill Avenue and Mudkip Street, and I make myself a small bed in the corner, behind a sushi restaurant. Frankie said they throw food out often, so I won't starve, and not many people come back here because of the gang violence in this area.
"I trust you to take care of ya self, ya hear? Keep ol' Frankie in mind, don't ya forget him now. Have a nice life, kiddo," Frankie bows, as he takes his leave.
