You did your best, sneaking around the city, gathering the supplies that you needed. First, you bought basic supplies, including pokeballs, though you had to go through a shady dealer to get them, at a much higher price. Pokeballs are only sold to Pokemon Trainers with IDs, or adults that are eighteen. So, like anything else, you had to buy that precious item through the black market, and hope that the pokeballs will actually work. To you, they seemed to be worth the price, cause now you could walk around with Spirit, without fearing that his mere presence will be enough for others to catch sight of you.
So, with a pokeball in your pant pocket, you continued on your way, with Don and his murkrow flying around the city, keeping an eye on you as you went about your human business. After buying some shady items from an alley dealer, you made your way to a drug store, buying items like food and drinks, things that you figured would be satisfying to eat. You decided that it's probably not best to stay in one spot for too long, so you'll just eat as you go. You also bought a packet of stationary, envelopes, and a bundle of pens. After paying for your items you found a nice spot to settle down in, a park that led up to Olivine's famous Lighthouse, and you found a secluded spot behind the lighthouse, using the time to be alone with your thoughts.
You were tired. You've barely slept, and maybe you're making sloppy decisions, but… you didn't feel as if you were being watched, well, except by Don and the murkrow, and you felt a relative ease, for the first time in days… weeks, but you know one little slipup could cost you your life, and you have no doubt that you're, at the very least, being tracked somehow.
You needed to disappear, completely. You needed to start an entirely different life.
And… is Team Rocket even an option?
You think not. You'll just bring that trouble to the gang, and you don't want to cause unnecessary trouble to anyone. It's like if you brought these troubles to your friends and family. Even if you decided to join a street gang, eventually your fears will catch up to you, and you would end up killed… or worse.
Honestly, you think there is more to this then what you're seeing, but you don't know much. Your father had been so quiet about what he does for a living, and your mother didn't even know who her killer was.
She was just… protecting you… from something… and that something is what scares you the most.
You've heard the stories of both your father and your aunt being kidnapped from their families, forced into training as assassins, spies. It wasn't clear why your aunt was kidnapped in the first place, even now she doesn't know, and no longer cares, but your father… apparently there's something in your blood. You were born, and because you were born from his family bloodline, you're a target.
A target for what? By whom? Who wants a little girl anyways?
You wondered if you'd end up kidnapped instead of killed, but honestly… you'd rather die now then live a torturous life anyways, an existence where you cannot make your own choices. The thought of not making your own choices and losing your freedom was horrifying. Sure, it's different if you agree to compensate your freedom for safety or security, but that doesn't mean you want that choice to be taken away from you.
But… could you kill yourself to get rid of that threat in the first place?
… No. No, you don't think you can do it. You don't want to die by your own hands. It doesn't sound very great at all, and besides, there's always a chance to get out of this situation. You just have to hold onto that hope, that hope that seems to dwindle whenever you think about your very gloomy and solitude-based fate.
As for now, you sat eating your recently bought lunch, feeding some of the murkrow that have congregated around you with pieces of ripped up bread, while giving Don and Spirit something to eat as well. Spirit insisted that you ate, but after you were done, you took out the stationary you had recently bought, and began to write. As you wrote, Don suggested that he could have some of his murkrow send the letters for you, but you kindly told him that it wouldn't matter, and you'll do that later, when you're far, far away from here.
First, you wrote up a letter for Professor Oak, or rather Professor Green Oak, son of the great Professor Samuel Oak. He insists that you call him professor, or mister, all of the time, rarely using his first name, ever, but you figured that he'd be the best person to send out the information that your father had passed away. That he was no longer on this earth, but more importantly, that you're running away, and to not go looking for you, ever.
Though, if you stated it'd be for his own safety, he'd chase after you anyways, and you cannot afford to have him running after you and blowing your cover.
And then, you wrote a letter to one of your favorite aunts, Auntie Yellow. She taught you everything you know about communicating with pokemon and understanding them. You would spend days at her little cottage in the middle of Viridian Forest, enjoying the wild pokemon and nature around you. You envied her, her strength and knowledge in all things pokemon. Yet, she acted like some distant hermit, some old crone children naturally shy away from because she's a bit creepy. But in actuality, she's a very nice person, and would never hurt a fly. You learned with your time spent with her that you hold the same strange abilities as she, and that those abilities come to children who are born in that Viridian Forest, but only once every six to ten years. Some hold great strength, while others hold very little, but it always depends, and they all can understand and listen to the voices of pokemon.
It's apparently a tradition for those who live in Viridian City, if they are expecting, to have their children in Viridian Forest. There's even two old buildings in that forest that were built just for expectant mothers, will all the facilities that you would find in a human center. In fact, one of Yellow's jobs is to be a midwife, but only if those expectant mothers seek her out. It's a bit odd for you, to learn of that information, but apparently it's a tradition for your family to do that… even though your father never grew up in Viridian, and neither did you.
Anyways… you decided to be a bit honest with her, even if there's the fear that your letter will be found, and even if you won't disclose everything, you will send the detailed information through carrier murkrow, considering almost every pokemon has at least heard of the strange human called Yellow de Viridian Grove. So… you wrote that your father passed away, but also in which town and which route it was on. You wrote that it wasn't an accident, no matter what the cops may say… if it's properly filed at all. It was on purpose, and who? Even you don't know, but you're scared of who it could be. You fear for your life, so you're disappearing completely, hoping that they'll stop following you, at the very least.
And… that you don't want them to worry. That you'll figure things out, and if everything settles down you'll send her more information, but, just for now, you cannot afford to be sloppy and pretend that there isn't some threat on your life. First it was your mum, then your daddy, and now it'll be you, next. You just hope that she'll be doing fine, and even if you're not in the picture, perhaps attempting to figure out what happened to him. Happened to your father.
A corpse was never found, and maybe some wild pokemon came across him already. He's probably dead, considering the fall, but at the very least you hope that he's buried next to your mother. That's all he would have really wanted.
Though, you left out the fact that he wouldn't want you to be so reckless and stupid, and probably find safely with his friends, but you just don't want to cause them unnecessary trouble.
Professor Oak has a son, apparently, who's around your age, but not quite the same age, you think. Auntie Yellow is too sweet to be thrown into this mess, and if she dies because of you… you wouldn't be able to bear it. And Auntie Blue is somewhere far away, and you don't want to break whatever peaceful life she has. And everyone else?... You don't want to be a bother either, so you'd rather do this all on your own then rely on anyone else.
But you are relying on your pokemon, on Spirit and Don. Just… not people, cause anyone could be behind this… even your father's friends… though you hope that's not the case. You don't think Prof. Oak would have it in him to pay for an assassination attempt, and after all, Uncle Green was the guy who taught your father how to get over his… anger towards his father, apparently. And Auntie Yellow wouldn't even hurt a little caterpie, so you doubt she's to blame. If anyone would send out the word that your father is dead, and possibly fill in the details that you certainly don't know about, then they could. Plus, you bet that Yellow speaks with Green all of the time, especially when he's in Viridian City.
Though… the Viridian Gym leaders seem to cycle through every so often. The title of Gym Leader is reserved for pokemon trainers that can handle themselves against beginner trainers, the last gym until one takes Victory Road to the Indigo Pokemon League. Maybe it's not the best idea to send a letter to your uncle and aunt, but you might as well. Pallet Town is a fairly quiet town, and maybe you'll send Auntie Yellow's letter to Pewter City, since she does go to the city from time to time to get mail, as well.
Yeah… that's what you'll do… and you quickly labeled the envelopes, leaving no return address, and you made a plan to buy a few stamps from the post office before throwing your letters into the box, hoping that they'll be sent, and that nothing happens to them.
The letters may be looked over, and if they are, then you're in trouble, but by that time you'll be boarding a ship heading… somewhere.
Where? You don't know, but maybe you have enough money to be legitimate and buy a ticket? Or you could save your money and skip buying the ticket, and look for the best possible opportunity you can find?
Meh. You'll see when you get to the port, but for now you still have some time until it gets dark, and maybe you should buy some more previsions, just in case.
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So far, you had no real fears, but you weren't going to start being lazy with your tactics. You had enough money to buy more food, figuring that you'll need it if you're going to confine yourself to a box or a cargo hold for months on end. Maybe you can get lucky and end up amongst dry foods? Either way, after shoving your letters into a mailbox at the post office, you began to buy some new belongings.
You bought some small black gloves, perfect for your hands, and no longer ripped up and unusable. You personally prefer fingerless gloves, but having full fingered gloves like the ones you just bought are perfect, if you don't want to get your fingerprints all over everything. Who knows if the police are looking for you? Or those horrible men. Anyone would be looking for some reason to come after you, so you figured gloves were a good investment, even if you're practically out of money, now.
So, you cannot buy your own ticket, which means you are now stalking the harbor, looking at the ships that seem to be leaving tonight, and not in the morning, or in a few days. You cannot afford to stay here any longer.
But the murkrow showed you the way. They are certainly acting like your eyes and ears, like Don always does, did, with your father. It's not like pokemon are really stupid. Maybe there are exceptions, like with humans, but for the most part they are fairly intelligent. They pointed out about five boats that were leaving, tonight, and you walked down the harbor, hoping to overhear where each boat was heading to.
The S.S. Spiral was a cruiser on its way to Snowpoint City, in Sinnoh. It had stopped in Olivine to gather supplies and various material to bring to Sinnoh, and seem to be leaving tonight, or at least in the very early morning. It sounded like an option, but Snowpoint, while a very cold city, is a tourist attraction if you were to make your way to Sinnoh. And Sinnoh sounds very cold, and you honestly don't want to live somewhere cold, right now.
Then, there was the Seastop Ferries, the 1st Seastop starting here, in Olivine. The ferry would be taking you to the large island region of Hoenn, but it sounds like you'd end up in Mossdeep City, meaning you won't be on the main land of the region. Meaning, you'd have to jump onto another boat, and if you're followed… you won't be able to escape the island easily and hide away in the wilderness. So that doesn't sound like a great option, even if going to Hoenn sounds like a fairly nice trip.
And the S.S. Aqua would be a very stupid choice. It's a cargo ship, though it also serves as a passenger liner on the upper deck, but it's heading to Vermilion City, in Kanto, which is much too close to Johto. It'd be like you hadn't left at all, and you could have easily just crossed over the mountains into Kanto instead of coming up with this outrageous plan. So… no. You're certainly not going onto that ship.
And lastly, there is the S.S. Cruzer, a fairly decent size cargo ship, making its way east across the ocean. It's an island hoping ship, and it'll be stopping at a lot of port cities, on its way to the western regions.
And the very last ship, you couldn't really hear what it was all about, so you figured it wasn't important enough to catch your attention.
Honestly, the S.S. Cruzer seems like the best deal. You won't have to brave the cold in Sinnoh, or be stuck in Hoenn, or just be too close to Johto, for your liking, even if it would be nice to head to Kanto. Being given the choice of a handful of islands in the middle of the eastern ocean would be great. You could pick some fairly unnoticed small island, maybe one highly populated with wild pokemon, or just a place that doesn't have a strong oversight from the Pokemon League.
Yeah… that's your best option, but now the real question is how will you board the ship?
The S.S. Cruzer is crawling with strong machamp and sailors, already hauling cargo onto the ship. It's going to be hard to sneak into one of the boxes, and what if you get noticed? While the ship is the best option, it's also the closest to setting sail, meaning you don't have a lot of time.
So… you decided to go for it, even if you may get thrown off of the ship before it even leaves the port.
It was at that time that you silently motioned for Don to come over, sending him into one of the three iffy pokeballs you had bought. The last empty pokeball looks the most broken, so you decided to not use it… yet, since you don't really need to, yet. You don't doubt that the murkrow will start cawing at you if there is trouble, even if their honchkrow isn't around to organize the flock, so you made your way to the board walk, staying in the shadows and hoping no one notices your shady behavior.
But… before you could even reach Dock #7, you were suddenly shoved to the ground, and you yelped as you fell to your hands and felt that your right hand was in pain.
"Ah. Shit! Kid, are you okay?" a fairly young man asked, quickly helping you off of the ground, but as you turned to glare up at the man, your left hand gripping your hurt hand, your eyes slowly widened.
"… M-marko?"
"Violet!?" he exclaimed, shocked, that is, until he felt his shoulder being shoved by someone else from behind.
"Get a move on!" a black clothed figure shouted, and that's when you realized, with a horrified look, that he was wearing a black outfit as well, with a bright crimson red colored letter on his shirt, which you never thought you'd see on such a friend, at all.
"Violet, I would love to talk, but right now I'm being chased," he told you, already turning to leave, but when he realized you were running after him, he had to stop, if only for a second. "Kid, back off!"
"N-no! Besides, you owe me. You broke my hand!" you called back at him in a snippy fashion, and while it was only an excuse to follow a boy that you know, you also felt the need to follow him, just to figure out what the hell is going on, with him.
You didn't think he was a bad guy so… why would your Goldenrod old friend join the infamous Team Rocket?
"… Hurry up," he told you, in a less aggressive tone, and once he realized you were having a hard time catching up to him, he snatched you up, holding you underneath his arm like a sack of grain, and rushed forward. "You better tell me what you're doing here once we escape these coppers."
"You need to explain yourself too, Marko," you talked back in a stubborn tone of voice, but honestly, the two of you couldn't help the slight smiles upon your faces.
You just ran into a very old friend of yours, a guy you never thought you'd see again, but… this only creates more complications, and you certainly don't want to get him involved in any of this, that's for sure. But… being able to, at the very least, talk about what's happened with another human being may help you clear your head, and set you on the next course of action.
You shouldn't be following him, but then again you don't care, because for the first time in a long while, you have a friend you know you can count on. Though thick and thin… even if it's going to be a long, agonizing conversation.
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Hey guys! So I decided to post another chapter, before I forget. I would have loved to has post this yesterday, but I was feeling rather crummy when I came back home, and I decided that I'd do it today. I'm getting close to finishing this story completely. It's getting close to… 20 chapters? But this is the first part in a 2 or 3 part story. I'll change how I label everything later, but for now… yeah. I'm getting close to finishing this particular part of the story, but when it comes to posting I'm only, about, half way done. I don't want to post everything at once, which is why I'm only posting every day or so later. It depends if I'm working on this story or not. I'm doing that so there's always some sort of content to read.
So… yeah… I hope you guys ENJOYED this chapter, but now we run into an old friend. Who is he? We'll have to find out later.
