Chapter Ten: The Gateon Incident

Short chapter, I've been bogged down with homework and stuff.

"So, yeah," Dialga said, looking down at Zen, and then over to Arceus. "That's what's going to happen."

Zen shook his head. "Seriously, there must be something that can stop this right. As a ghost, can't I intervene in some way?"

Arceus nodded. "You could, but nothing that you do now will ever prevent what is about to happen, and what's about to come is only a fraction of what is to come in the further future."

Resting his head in his hands, Zen sighed. Then, he asked another question, again concerning the events to come.

Blinking, Arceus nodded. "If you were to do that, I suppose it would work, to some extent," he mused. "But, that takes a lot of selflessness."

"Before I act on it," Zen continued, "remember what you said about shiny Pokemon? About how the are reincarnates of special dead people or other Pokemon? I once knew a shiny Sandile, and I wanted to know-"

"She was a human from Kanto, who saved the world from Team Rocket's exploits twice," Arceus answered, looking away. "Are you sure about what you're going to do?"

"I don't have to think twice," Zen replied, folding his arms.

"Once all is said and done, there will be no way to return," the Alpha Pokemon continued. "Only one of the two beings higher than I wil be able to bring you back, and they aren't really all that cooperative."

"Let's do this."

I stormed down the dirt path, hands shoved into my pockets. My Pokemon were walking by my side, with Aqua and Ivy riding on Bark's back, with Gold levitating along side of them.

"That certainly changes things," Aqua comment in his surfer dude voice.

"You don't say," I mumbled sarcastically. "My only friends in the world ditching me, and I have no where to go."

There was silence, and then Aqua spoke up again. "So then, where are we going?"

"Gateon Port," I replied, trying hard to hold back the anger inside of me. "We're gonna catch a boat to Hoenn, and see if we can't take the League Challenge there."

After being forced away from the group, I had made my way towards the port in hopes of leaving Orre for some place far more interesting.

"You really don't have any money," Bark reminded me, glancing up at me. "You'd have to get a job or something if you want to get a ticket."

I nodded and thought for a minute. "I could do a Pokemon translation service. I'm sure some people would pay quite a bit to hear what they're Pokemon think of them."

"Yeah, but then they'd want their money back if they didn't like their trainers, and cussed them out or something like that," Aqua cut in, pretty much ruining the moment.

Folding my arms, I sighed. "Seriously, life sucks."

"Ever since there was life," Aqua said, "someone's sucked the big one."

"That sounds like one of Zen's lines."

"Eh, someone has to do it."

The port loomed in the distance, still quite a distance away. "I think I've got an idea," I said, musing some things over in my head. "If we were to rescue Krane from those guys, then I'm sure that would have to count for something."

Gold shrugged. "Yeah, but for what? I think you should find this Nikki person and try to clear this mess up, and then see if your friends would forgive you."

"That might work," I agreed, "But we'd have to go to Unova, and there's no garantee that she'd believe me." That's when I made the connection. I remembered some girl named Maddison, and then there was Nikki Maddison, a Champion. Coincidence, maybe.

"And to get to Unova, you'd need money," Bark chimed in, once again reminding me that I was more broke than a lego that got stomped on by Groudon.

"Well, there's always that place that looks like a giant Krabby," Ivy said, calmly focusing on the sea in the distance. "Maybe you could get a job washing dishes."

I shook my head, trying to think. "That'd be a last resort. I don't ever think I'd stoop that low as to wash someone's dishes."

Several Hours Later...

"But, I would stoop as low as to be a waiter," I muttered to myself as I looked at the waiter outfit I was wearing. It was a black shirt and pants, with a black apron over it to hold the note pad and all that.

My new boss was Mr. Carnem, who was actually rather nice. He stood at about 6'4'', and was wearing the exact same uniform I was wearing, only larger to fit him. He was bald, and had a dark brown handlebar mustaushe. He was roughly fifty, and had caring blues eyes.

"Almost time for you first shift," he said in his rough tone, propping himself up on the bar with his elbows. "It's nothing to be really worried about, although it is kareoke night, which is usually our biggest night of the week."

"I guess that there's just something about watching random people sing that just drives people wild," I commented, adjusting the buttons on my shirt. While I really didn't like the job I had, it was better than what Aqua was doing. He, along with three Krabby were in the back cleaning the dishes.

I looked out into the resturant, and saw that several people had begun to stream in, each being seated by a waiter. "You're up," Carnem said, pointing at a table where a couple had sat. The guy actually looked familiar...

I grabbed my pen and pad and walked over. "What can I get you to drink?" I asked, as I poised my pen to write down their beverages.

"I'll have a Pepsi," the girl replied, not even looking up from her menu. She had shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and bright red lipstick. By her leg, there was a Pikachu with several ribbons pinned to a collar on its neck.

"I'll get the same," the guy replied, looking up at me. "Hey, you're that guy that kicked my butt a while back."

Looking down, I saw that it was Anthony, the guy that had the Floatzel. "Oh, yeah. I remember you," I said. "What brings you here?"

"Food," he answered, reading from the menu. "I didn't know that you worked here."

I shrugged. "It's only temporary." I scribbled down what they ordered, and glanced up. "Just trying to get enough money to get me to Hoenn, or Unova, or maybe just stay here. I really haven't decided."

"Oh," the girl perked up. "I think it would be fun to go to Hoenn! I've always wanted to go there," she brushed the hair out of her eyes, and looked up at me. "Could we tag along?"

"Lucy," Anthony said calmly, "It's kinda rude to ask someone something like that when you barely even know the person."

"It's okay," I replied. "I wouldn't mind. But I have to work." I went back with their drink order, and soon had their drinks in hand. We didn't really talk much at that point, and slowly more people had streamed into the resturant, making my job more complicated.

Aqua got a small break, and came wandering out of the back. "Wow, big crowd," he commented, climbing up my back and standing on my shoulders.

"I noticed," I grunted, struggling to balance a tray of food in one hand. Halfway to the table, I spilled some of someone's soup on the floor, but fortunantely, they were quite passive and understanding.

"Ah, the plot thickens," the water monkey said, pointing at two newcomers.

"It can't be all that ba-son of a bitch." Dawn and David walked in, fortunately not seeing me. Now normally, that would be bad enough, but what made it worse was the fact that they were holding hands.

"Can you get that couple?" Mr. Carnem asked, carrying a tray of food out from the kitchen.

"I'd rather not," I said, as I took Aqua off my back and letting him go reluctantly back to work in the kitchen. "Those people aren't really...they completely hate my guts."

Mr. Carnem nodded, and shrugged. "Well, no problem. I'll get them. Just take this to table eight," he said handing me the tray.

"Thanks," I said, taking the tray and scurrying off to the table. Shooting Dawn and David a quick glance, I saw that they were looking back at me and laughing. I scrowled, but forced a smile as I began placing the plates of food down on table eight, and quickly walking off. I had this wierd feeling, something I'm sure I felt before.

That's jealously, most likely, a voice said/thought in my head.

"Great," I mumbled. "Now I'm going insane."

Things went smoothly for the next few minutes, with David occasionally flipping me off. But nothing out of the ordinary happened. That is until...

Six men walked in, and nobody really noticed them, since people walked in every few minutes. They each wore large trench coats, with their hands tucked inside, holding objects from view.

I looked away to pick up a tray, when all hell broke loose. Explosions echoed all around, and there was a ton of screaming. My gaze shot up, in time to see people running around, heading for the exits.

The six men had pulled guns out, primarly a wide range of pistols, but one had an SMG. Panic kicking in, I ducked down behind a counter in the kitchen, reaching for one of the sharp knives used by the cooks. Aqua came running over, and I saw the fear in his eyes.

"We can get out the back," he said, pointing at the door. "It'll be safer that way."

I shook my head. "Some people are bound to be injured, so I'll do what I can to help them after the shooters leave," I whispered, as the gunfire died down. As fast as it had started, it was all over.

I risked a peek over the counter, just in time to see the shooters leave. I waited a few seconds, and I heard the sirens of the police and ambulances that were approaching the scene.

"Find those that are injured," I order Aqua, who ran off in one direction, and I ran off in the other. Several dead bodies lay around on the ground, blood pouring from their wounds. Others lay moaning on the ground, trying to stop their bleeding.

Paramedics rushed into the builing, carrying strechers between them. They set to work, find the wounded ones, and doing what they could. Three police officers walked in, and assumed that I was the only one around that wasn't hit, so they would interview me. As they walked over, I saw a sight that still haunts me to this day.

Dawn lay motionless on the ground, in a pool of her own blood.