I believe it's time I gave this warning now. I said this story was rated PG13 for violence. Correct? There has been violence in some of the chapters preceding this one, I'm sure you know. Those chapters are NOTHING. Ah, yes... and I cannot guarantee you on any character living or not (Except the Team Rocket Quintet and the Twerp Trio. They live. *The twerp trio has to live or my friend will mutilate me with a sword*) So anyway, death lurks around the corner now. I do not own Pokemon, but I DO own Anne and Yelkao. THEY BOW DOWN TO MEEEEEEEE!!! *Anne and Yelkao bow down* ^^; This heat is making me crazy. Oh, well. (BTW, I changed the name of Chapter 8... Chapter 9 is The Cause. And I do NOT own Pokemon.)
Passion Versus Hate: Chapter 8- Traitor
Yelkao awoke that Wednesday morning leaning against some Jimagotchis. He had been calling Anne's name all night, to no avail. He had fallen asleep due to stress. As he stared across the isle, coming face to face with the out of date digital pets, he wondered how long he had been asleep. He stared up at the clock. 11 AM. He couldn't help but worry about his partner. There was some feeling at the back of his head that made him uneasy... he tried to remember what happened the night before. He could remember arguing with some guy named Raidon... in line. The line he told Anne to wait in. But where was Anne? He couldn't remember. All he could remember was Raidon... He thought for awhile. Then, something hit him, almost as hard as the Space Quad remark.
Raidon was wearing a Federation outfit, and he didn't even notice.
Immediately, Yelkao ran out of the store and onto the street. Oh great, he thought, at this point, Anne could be anywhere! Fortunately for him, he wasn't unprepared for this situation...
"Go, Arcanine!" He shouted, as he threw the Pokeball from his belt. What materialized was a gigantic dog, with crimson fur and thick black stripes. The dog was large enough to ride on, which is exactly what Yelkao planned on. He jumped on the dog as if it were a horse and gave it instructions.
"Okay Arca-san, I want you to find Anne." Yelkao ordered. The Arcanine sniffed the air for a few seconds, then darted forward. Despite its size, Arcanine was a very fast runner. It maneuvered this way and that on the city streets, and used its incredible speed to dodge passers by, telephone polls, and other obstacles. Yelkao hung on to the great dog and just prayed that Anne was okay.
The room in which Anne woke was not one that would bring comfort to anyone. The walls were blood red, and there was no furniture in the room save a metal chair, in which Anne found herself. There were no windows, only one door, and a black carpet. The carpet was covered in bloodstains. Anne had heard of the room from her employers in the Federation. The room was called "Methodias", named after the executioner that loomed there. She was told that the man was as pure an evil as could ever be imagined, and that he had a thirst for blood. Surrounding her were five Rockets, each brandishing machine guns. Their silver glint and rough edges were not half as menacing as what Anne knew to be their deeds. The Rocket in the middle she assumed was Methodias. He was the same Rocket that had interrogated Jessie after the First Casualties. His eyes were narrowed, his lips tight in a scowl. His eyes were filled with cold fire, and did not leave Anne when he spoke.
"If you lie, even once, my comrades and I will drill you full of holes. Is that clear?" He said, in a rather emotionless tone.
"It be very clear..." Anne said, her voice soft and very shaky. Every inch of her body was vibrating with her intense fear. What had she done this time? They couldn't have found out... That's when she remembered talking to herself in the Pokemon isle. Why had she been so stupid? That was what she kept thinking over and over in her head throughout the interrogation.
"Is it true that you are associated with the Federation? Remember, if you lie..." Methodias shook his gun menacingly at Anne. She knew that he meant it.
"Yes." She answered, meekly.
"Is it also true that you are one of their better members?" Methodias asked, his voice like the ice cold winds of a January night.
"Not to be braggin', sir, but yes." Anne said, laughing a little ought of pure nervousness.
"And is it true that you planted the bomb in the First Casualties by way of teleportation?" Methodias asked, holding up Alakazam's Pokeball. Anne stared at it for a second, then her Irish temper flared right over her intense fear.
"HEY, THAT BE MINE!!! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO BE TAKIN' IT..." She started, when she felt cold metal on the tip of her forehead. It was clear that Methodias was losing his patience.
"You know, I should shoot you right here and now for resisting against me..." Methodias growled. It was then that they heard the sound of the single door slamming open. Anne feared that it might be the Boss, for if it was, she would really be in for it. But it wasn't the boss.
It was Yelkao.
"What happened here? Why do you guys have Anne? I know she isn't a traitor..." Yelkao said. Arcanine was at his side, chomping on a treat his master had given him for finding Anne. He let out some contented growls as he chewed away at the treat.
"Shows how much you know." Methodias said spitefully to Yelkao. "I heard from some Team Rocket spies that the Federation had quite a few files on your Anne, and that she might have been linked to the tragic events that occurred a few weeks ago. I decided to look further into it. I saw you running from the Federation, so I decided to follow. It turns out, I heard Anne talking to herself about betraying out fine organization, so I rendered her unconscious with a single sleep dart, and dragged her here. If you don't believe me, I have her confessional tape. It's still rolling. So if you don't mind, I'd like to rap this up and get to the bloodworks before the day is over. Understood?"
"I would like to see the tape after you are through recording. Oh, and could you promise me, as her partner, that you will not harm her or kill her through any method until after I see the tape?" Yelkao replied.
"As you wish. No skin off my nose, anyway. I have to show this to the boss for the okay to shoot her. Unless she lies..." He stared at Anne with a look that a tiger would give to an injured baby deer, "Then she's ripe for the killing."
"Okay... please don't lie, Anne..." He said in a pleading tone to his partner, and he then walked out.
As the questioning went on, Yelkao tried to run through in his head what was happening. It was true that he had only known his partner for barely half a year, and it was also true that she had been running off a lot with some pretty poor excuses, if she gave an excuse at all. But a traitor? Yelkao didn't think it possible of the sunny Irish immigrant. Or was it? All sorts of thoughts twisted and thrashed through Yelkao's head. His thoughts were so occupied, that he didn't even notice that his Moon Mission Ten game had been turned off in the middle of the zombie cow level. After what seemed like an eternity, Methodias finally called Yelkao in to see the tape. Yelkao tried to mask his horror. He could see Anne turning red with shame and embarrassment. When the tape was over, Methodias gave Yelkao a wide grin, which reminded Yelkao of a lion he had seen at the zoo when he was young. The lion had been eating an escaped Zebra when he saw it.
"I hope you have a new partner chosen," Methodias told him. "This lady killed 64 people, so therefore she is destined to die herself." Yelkao didn't act upset, however. He was too deep in thought. He knew there was a way out of this for Anne. He just had to think...
"She didn't do it." Yelkao told Methodias, his voice firm.
"What do you mean, 'She didn't do it'? She got that bomb into the works, didn't she? It was her orders, wasn't it?" Methodias wanted to see a good killing, and he didn't want Yelkao to spoil it.
"She didn't do it. Her Alakazam did it. Her Alakazam was the one to teleport that bomb into the building. Oh, and don't tell me that it was just doing it because all Pokemon obey their masters. That Pokemon has an IQ of 1000, and trust me, it only obeys Anne when it wants too." Methodias looked shocked out of his wits. Yelkao was right. Methodias could feel a perfectly good killing slipping out of his grasp.
"Well... the term in Rocket prison for a traitor that admitted to his or her crime is thirty years..." He said, and then grinned. "However, I know how you can shorten it. Drastically. First of all, if you pay a $250,000 dollar fine, then the term is shortened to 10." Anne looked at Yelkao, nodded, and mouthed the words, "From the Federation".
"Okay," Yelkao said, "I'll do it."
"Oh... I almost forgot. We have a special penalty here at Team Rocket that could reduce her sentence even further... tell me, How many Pokemon does your teammate have?" Methodias seemed even more eager about this sentence.
"She has 5. Her Alakazam, Mareep, Quilava, Jolteon, and Haunter..." Yelkao said. "If I remember correctly." Anne nodded to show that it was correct.
"Which one is strongest?" Methodias asked, becoming even more curious.
"Why, her Alakazam, of course. She loves it so... it was the Pokemon she took with her to America from Ireland." he said, surprised at his own knowledge. Methodias nodded. It was clear that he really didn't care about the second half of that sentence.
"The murderer, eh..." Methodias said. "Well... that makes this easy, then." He let the Alakazam out. Immediately, two of the guards aimed their guns away from Anne and at the red mass of light that would form into Anne's Alakazam. Anne screamed NO at the top of her lungs, but it didn't drown out the sound of the gunblasts, thirteen in all. The shots reduced Alakazam into a bloody mass of holes, which collapsed after the seventh shot. Anne put her face in her palms and cried for the loss of her friend. The five Rockets took the four remaining Pokeballs that they had confiscated, and carried them off.
"The others will be given to the boss." Methodias explained. "I usually keep the strongest one for myself, but killing that worthless Alakazam felt so much better." Methodias said, as he chuckled. His voice was hate-filled and seemed to derive from the bowels of hell. "Have a nice day," He said, with another demonic laugh, as he left the room. The rest of the guards led the broken-down Anne into another room, to sort out the charges and mark her permanent record.
"I hope you realize that you really should be dead right now." Yelkao said sternly to his shaky partner as he left the Team Rocket Base Omega with her. Anne nodded, tears still running down her face.
"They offered better wages... and you know that we needed it after all of the missions that you... we failed." Anne said, thinking better of blaming her partner for their losses after what just happened.
"I see... so that's where all this money has been coming from. And I thought you said that all that money came from your grandfather!" Yelkao said, spite clear in his voice.
"I be sorry... I know I shouldn't have lied... but I thought it be for the best." Anne tried to reason.
"For the best? You thought that lying, cheating, being a traitor, and risking the your life, my life, and your Pokemons' lives was FOR THE BEST?!?!" Yelkao was reaching the breaking point quickly. Anne cowered, and softly said,
"I made a mistake. Everybody does. I'll try not to make this same one again."
"Trust me, you won't. I'll make darn sure that you won't. Got it?" Yelkao sighed. "From now on, you better treat me with more respect. You owe your sorry little life to me..."
"Agreed." said Anne. Then, Yelkao's face brightened very slightly.
"You know what? I think we should go to the Arcadia tomorrow. The sooner we get our minds off this. The better. Just... don't ever forget... because the next time this happens, I either won't be there to help, or just won't bother."
"Okay." Anne said, her face brightening slightly, as well, not realizing that this would be only the beginning of their troubles.
This chapter still makes me sad... I feel sorry for Yelkao? What do you think? I need reviews... *Cry cry, tear tear* Once again, thanks to those who did have the extreme goodness and kindness in their hearts to give me a review! It's SO appreciated. ^_^ Anyway... expect Chapter 9- The Cause to be up soon. Sorry about the Chapter 8/9 mix-up. That's the way it is on the rough draft! Oh, well. More soon. I know you hate to hear me talk, so I'm signing off for this chapter. Ja ne. ~Nevi
Passion Versus Hate: Chapter 8- Traitor
Yelkao awoke that Wednesday morning leaning against some Jimagotchis. He had been calling Anne's name all night, to no avail. He had fallen asleep due to stress. As he stared across the isle, coming face to face with the out of date digital pets, he wondered how long he had been asleep. He stared up at the clock. 11 AM. He couldn't help but worry about his partner. There was some feeling at the back of his head that made him uneasy... he tried to remember what happened the night before. He could remember arguing with some guy named Raidon... in line. The line he told Anne to wait in. But where was Anne? He couldn't remember. All he could remember was Raidon... He thought for awhile. Then, something hit him, almost as hard as the Space Quad remark.
Raidon was wearing a Federation outfit, and he didn't even notice.
Immediately, Yelkao ran out of the store and onto the street. Oh great, he thought, at this point, Anne could be anywhere! Fortunately for him, he wasn't unprepared for this situation...
"Go, Arcanine!" He shouted, as he threw the Pokeball from his belt. What materialized was a gigantic dog, with crimson fur and thick black stripes. The dog was large enough to ride on, which is exactly what Yelkao planned on. He jumped on the dog as if it were a horse and gave it instructions.
"Okay Arca-san, I want you to find Anne." Yelkao ordered. The Arcanine sniffed the air for a few seconds, then darted forward. Despite its size, Arcanine was a very fast runner. It maneuvered this way and that on the city streets, and used its incredible speed to dodge passers by, telephone polls, and other obstacles. Yelkao hung on to the great dog and just prayed that Anne was okay.
The room in which Anne woke was not one that would bring comfort to anyone. The walls were blood red, and there was no furniture in the room save a metal chair, in which Anne found herself. There were no windows, only one door, and a black carpet. The carpet was covered in bloodstains. Anne had heard of the room from her employers in the Federation. The room was called "Methodias", named after the executioner that loomed there. She was told that the man was as pure an evil as could ever be imagined, and that he had a thirst for blood. Surrounding her were five Rockets, each brandishing machine guns. Their silver glint and rough edges were not half as menacing as what Anne knew to be their deeds. The Rocket in the middle she assumed was Methodias. He was the same Rocket that had interrogated Jessie after the First Casualties. His eyes were narrowed, his lips tight in a scowl. His eyes were filled with cold fire, and did not leave Anne when he spoke.
"If you lie, even once, my comrades and I will drill you full of holes. Is that clear?" He said, in a rather emotionless tone.
"It be very clear..." Anne said, her voice soft and very shaky. Every inch of her body was vibrating with her intense fear. What had she done this time? They couldn't have found out... That's when she remembered talking to herself in the Pokemon isle. Why had she been so stupid? That was what she kept thinking over and over in her head throughout the interrogation.
"Is it true that you are associated with the Federation? Remember, if you lie..." Methodias shook his gun menacingly at Anne. She knew that he meant it.
"Yes." She answered, meekly.
"Is it also true that you are one of their better members?" Methodias asked, his voice like the ice cold winds of a January night.
"Not to be braggin', sir, but yes." Anne said, laughing a little ought of pure nervousness.
"And is it true that you planted the bomb in the First Casualties by way of teleportation?" Methodias asked, holding up Alakazam's Pokeball. Anne stared at it for a second, then her Irish temper flared right over her intense fear.
"HEY, THAT BE MINE!!! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO BE TAKIN' IT..." She started, when she felt cold metal on the tip of her forehead. It was clear that Methodias was losing his patience.
"You know, I should shoot you right here and now for resisting against me..." Methodias growled. It was then that they heard the sound of the single door slamming open. Anne feared that it might be the Boss, for if it was, she would really be in for it. But it wasn't the boss.
It was Yelkao.
"What happened here? Why do you guys have Anne? I know she isn't a traitor..." Yelkao said. Arcanine was at his side, chomping on a treat his master had given him for finding Anne. He let out some contented growls as he chewed away at the treat.
"Shows how much you know." Methodias said spitefully to Yelkao. "I heard from some Team Rocket spies that the Federation had quite a few files on your Anne, and that she might have been linked to the tragic events that occurred a few weeks ago. I decided to look further into it. I saw you running from the Federation, so I decided to follow. It turns out, I heard Anne talking to herself about betraying out fine organization, so I rendered her unconscious with a single sleep dart, and dragged her here. If you don't believe me, I have her confessional tape. It's still rolling. So if you don't mind, I'd like to rap this up and get to the bloodworks before the day is over. Understood?"
"I would like to see the tape after you are through recording. Oh, and could you promise me, as her partner, that you will not harm her or kill her through any method until after I see the tape?" Yelkao replied.
"As you wish. No skin off my nose, anyway. I have to show this to the boss for the okay to shoot her. Unless she lies..." He stared at Anne with a look that a tiger would give to an injured baby deer, "Then she's ripe for the killing."
"Okay... please don't lie, Anne..." He said in a pleading tone to his partner, and he then walked out.
As the questioning went on, Yelkao tried to run through in his head what was happening. It was true that he had only known his partner for barely half a year, and it was also true that she had been running off a lot with some pretty poor excuses, if she gave an excuse at all. But a traitor? Yelkao didn't think it possible of the sunny Irish immigrant. Or was it? All sorts of thoughts twisted and thrashed through Yelkao's head. His thoughts were so occupied, that he didn't even notice that his Moon Mission Ten game had been turned off in the middle of the zombie cow level. After what seemed like an eternity, Methodias finally called Yelkao in to see the tape. Yelkao tried to mask his horror. He could see Anne turning red with shame and embarrassment. When the tape was over, Methodias gave Yelkao a wide grin, which reminded Yelkao of a lion he had seen at the zoo when he was young. The lion had been eating an escaped Zebra when he saw it.
"I hope you have a new partner chosen," Methodias told him. "This lady killed 64 people, so therefore she is destined to die herself." Yelkao didn't act upset, however. He was too deep in thought. He knew there was a way out of this for Anne. He just had to think...
"She didn't do it." Yelkao told Methodias, his voice firm.
"What do you mean, 'She didn't do it'? She got that bomb into the works, didn't she? It was her orders, wasn't it?" Methodias wanted to see a good killing, and he didn't want Yelkao to spoil it.
"She didn't do it. Her Alakazam did it. Her Alakazam was the one to teleport that bomb into the building. Oh, and don't tell me that it was just doing it because all Pokemon obey their masters. That Pokemon has an IQ of 1000, and trust me, it only obeys Anne when it wants too." Methodias looked shocked out of his wits. Yelkao was right. Methodias could feel a perfectly good killing slipping out of his grasp.
"Well... the term in Rocket prison for a traitor that admitted to his or her crime is thirty years..." He said, and then grinned. "However, I know how you can shorten it. Drastically. First of all, if you pay a $250,000 dollar fine, then the term is shortened to 10." Anne looked at Yelkao, nodded, and mouthed the words, "From the Federation".
"Okay," Yelkao said, "I'll do it."
"Oh... I almost forgot. We have a special penalty here at Team Rocket that could reduce her sentence even further... tell me, How many Pokemon does your teammate have?" Methodias seemed even more eager about this sentence.
"She has 5. Her Alakazam, Mareep, Quilava, Jolteon, and Haunter..." Yelkao said. "If I remember correctly." Anne nodded to show that it was correct.
"Which one is strongest?" Methodias asked, becoming even more curious.
"Why, her Alakazam, of course. She loves it so... it was the Pokemon she took with her to America from Ireland." he said, surprised at his own knowledge. Methodias nodded. It was clear that he really didn't care about the second half of that sentence.
"The murderer, eh..." Methodias said. "Well... that makes this easy, then." He let the Alakazam out. Immediately, two of the guards aimed their guns away from Anne and at the red mass of light that would form into Anne's Alakazam. Anne screamed NO at the top of her lungs, but it didn't drown out the sound of the gunblasts, thirteen in all. The shots reduced Alakazam into a bloody mass of holes, which collapsed after the seventh shot. Anne put her face in her palms and cried for the loss of her friend. The five Rockets took the four remaining Pokeballs that they had confiscated, and carried them off.
"The others will be given to the boss." Methodias explained. "I usually keep the strongest one for myself, but killing that worthless Alakazam felt so much better." Methodias said, as he chuckled. His voice was hate-filled and seemed to derive from the bowels of hell. "Have a nice day," He said, with another demonic laugh, as he left the room. The rest of the guards led the broken-down Anne into another room, to sort out the charges and mark her permanent record.
"I hope you realize that you really should be dead right now." Yelkao said sternly to his shaky partner as he left the Team Rocket Base Omega with her. Anne nodded, tears still running down her face.
"They offered better wages... and you know that we needed it after all of the missions that you... we failed." Anne said, thinking better of blaming her partner for their losses after what just happened.
"I see... so that's where all this money has been coming from. And I thought you said that all that money came from your grandfather!" Yelkao said, spite clear in his voice.
"I be sorry... I know I shouldn't have lied... but I thought it be for the best." Anne tried to reason.
"For the best? You thought that lying, cheating, being a traitor, and risking the your life, my life, and your Pokemons' lives was FOR THE BEST?!?!" Yelkao was reaching the breaking point quickly. Anne cowered, and softly said,
"I made a mistake. Everybody does. I'll try not to make this same one again."
"Trust me, you won't. I'll make darn sure that you won't. Got it?" Yelkao sighed. "From now on, you better treat me with more respect. You owe your sorry little life to me..."
"Agreed." said Anne. Then, Yelkao's face brightened very slightly.
"You know what? I think we should go to the Arcadia tomorrow. The sooner we get our minds off this. The better. Just... don't ever forget... because the next time this happens, I either won't be there to help, or just won't bother."
"Okay." Anne said, her face brightening slightly, as well, not realizing that this would be only the beginning of their troubles.
This chapter still makes me sad... I feel sorry for Yelkao? What do you think? I need reviews... *Cry cry, tear tear* Once again, thanks to those who did have the extreme goodness and kindness in their hearts to give me a review! It's SO appreciated. ^_^ Anyway... expect Chapter 9- The Cause to be up soon. Sorry about the Chapter 8/9 mix-up. That's the way it is on the rough draft! Oh, well. More soon. I know you hate to hear me talk, so I'm signing off for this chapter. Ja ne. ~Nevi
