Chapter Eleven, Part One
"Have you gone mad, Anne!" Larch screamed after the cop had passed them, and they had confirmed their Pokemon were intact and recalled them. "You could have gotten us all killed!"
"Nobody hurts my team!" She responded.
"You nearly got them all incinerated, you bloody idiot!"
"I don't think you can 'incinerate' a fire type! Besides, I destroyed that damn machine he had in there!"
"That doesn't matter! The point is…"
They continued on for a few minutes, bickering at each other, before Ralph put in his two cents.
"Will both of you please shut the hell up!" He shouted.
They didn't hear him.
"Morons. Come on, guys." He released Richmond and Carl, reasoning that Leonard probably need some rest, and started walking away, both of the snakes following suit, but he came to a realization:
"I have no idea where the hell I am."
He would have asked Larch or Anne if they had a clue, but they were too busy yelling at each other. His team probably had even less of an idea, considering they had been locked up the entire journey.
"Well, we may as well just walk around until we find something."
"Ahem." Said Richmond.
"Sorry."
While Larch and Anne bickered some more, Ralph walked away, his team slithering behind him.
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Quite a while later…Eventually, after what seemed like hours of walking, Ralph came across a small town. Somebody was sleeping on a bench next to a dirty sign saying "Pallet Town".
"Hello, sir?" He asked.
The man didn't answer.
"Hello?" He asked again, just a little bit louder.
The man got up, revealing he was holding a large assault rifle. "You're coming with me, pretty boy."
"Oh, not this crap again." Ralph muttered.
He put his hands up, recognizing a lost cause, and walked with the man towards a helicopter that was waiting.
"You lot, too." He gestured towards the three snakes, and they reluctantly followed him.
"Where are the others?" Asked the pilot, when the two other men got inside.
"I don't know; he's alone."
"Shouldn't we at least look for the other two?"
"No; they'll just come to us." He sat in the front copilot seat and put on a gas mask, as did the pilot. "Say good night!"
He pulled out a small canister and opened it, revealing a large amount of knockout gas.
Ralph, and all of his Pokemon, fell asleep, and the helicopter took off…
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"Your grandfather has absolutely nothing to do with this, Anne! You did something incredibly stupid, and that's that! Your mother's…"
"Father's, actually."
"Who cares, honestly! It doesn't matter who he is, he did absolutely nothing!"
They heard the incessant chop of helicopter blades, stopped shouting, and looked up to see a black, heavily armed helicopter flying towards them.
"What is that?" Anne asked.
"There they are!" The pilot shouted. He pushed down on a button located above the steering column, which fired off the .40 caliber machine guns mounted on the front.
"Good lord!" Anne and Larch shouted simultaneously. They ducked behind a ruined portion of concrete wall, but they knew it wouldn't last long.
"What do we do?" Anne asked in desperation.
"There's only one thing to do."
He pulled out a PokeBall whose button looked slightly different from the standard.
"What is that?" Anne questioned him.
"Ever wanted to see a Shaymin?" Larch responded. He pointed the ball at the ground, and pressed the button. Said button scanned his finger, and recognizing the correct pattern within a decent margin of error, released the very special Pokemon inside of it: a small, grassy, white hedgehog.
"Whoa." Anne was dumbfounded; she hadn't entirely believed that Larch had managed to catch one, but the proof was nibbling at her leg.
"I'm not entirely done." Larch reached inside his coat and pulled out a pink tiger lily, better known as a gracidea flower. He gave it to the wonderful creature, and it underwent a transformation into the Sky Forme, which is very difficult to describe, unfortunately. I suppose it's sort of like a reindeer, except…you know what, no. A Smeargle was hard enough, but when we start talking about legendaries, I don't think Shakespeare could do that properly.
But I digress. Larch had something very special planned for the creature; a plan that he quickly forgot about.
"Er, I forgot what I was going to…" Larch had an inspiration, and thought he remembered the plan. "Hold on, I know what I'm going to do!" In fact, plan B was quite a bit different from plan A, but it was the same general concept.
"Excuse me, may I ask you to…" Larch's query was interrupted by a large chunk of concrete falling next to him, prompting Anne to scream.
"Okay, seriously, whatever your name is, fly up there and blow them up!"
The Shaymin nodded, and ran away from the chunk of concrete.
"Look at him go!" Larch shouted in triumph.
In a few moments, the Shaymin had managed to get enough speed, and jumped away, catching an upward gust and flying unnoticed towards the helicopter, still spitting out a large amount of bullets. He began to draw in pollution, especially from the smoke of the guns.
"What the…" The pilot was bewildered by the rapidly moving smoke, but was quickly shut up when the Shaymin actually flew onto his window and used Seed Flare to blast it open and knock him, and the guard, out, and jolt Ralph awake.
"That sounded good." Larch noted.
What did not sound good was the whirring of out-of-control blades that was progressively getting louder as it got closer to them.
"I didn't think this through very well!" Larch shouted as he jumped away from the concrete chunk and ducked. However, no explosion came. They both got up, and saw that, somehow, Ralph was piloting the helicopter and forcing it to hover above the ground. The Shaymin was in his lap.
"Come on, get inside!" He shouted over the roar of the blades.
Larch and Anne didn't know what else to do so they just walked to the helicopter and stepped inside.
"Shaymin, return!" Larch pointed his specialized PokeBall at the creature, pressed the button, and called back the legendary.
"So…how do you know how to pilot one of these?" Anne wondered.
"I…watch a lot of movies."
Anne and Larch stared at him.
"So, not only did you learn how to perfectly fly a helicopter, but you also know how to knock a man out with a neck pinch?" Larch had the sarcasm dial all the way to eleven; he knew Ralph was telling them nonsense.
"Okay, okay, I had some military training!" Ralph spat out.
"Oh. Well, thank you for doing a service to your country." Anne saluted him.
"I was discharged before action due to psychological issues."
Anne put her hand down. "Never mind, then."
Anne and Larch sat down in the back and buckled up.
"So…where do we go?" Asked Ralph.
"We should probably pay the guy at the hotel." Anne said.
That was all Ralph needed, and he turned away and started looking for the motel.
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A while later…
The bellhop was still rather bored. The most (and only) interesting thing that had happened to him today was a couple of guys with guns bursting in and running towards those new tenants, but that hadn't lasted long. He couldn't have guessed that something else interesting would happen to him. But something did.
He was reading a sports magazine, when he heard a chopping sound.
"What the hell is that?" He thought. His thought was soon answered when a black helicopter with a shattered window landed in the parking lot. The magazine fell out of his hands and onto the floor.
Larch got out, holding a large wad of money, and walked inside.
"Hello. We stayed one night for three people, how much will that cost?"
The bellhop looked at him for a few moments before falling over backwards.
"I'll guess a hundred fifty." He counted out the appropriate number of pounds and laid them on the desk. "Farewell, my good fellow!"
Larch walked back to the waiting helicopter and got on.
"Now," he said, "To Unova!"
"Wait, which direction is Unova?" Asked Ralph.
"Oh. Uh, let's see, the sun rises in the east…that way." Larch pointed, and Ralph flew the helicopter there, wondering what, exactly, they would find there…
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"Uh, Mr. Pinstripe?" Deoxys had retreated to his Unova base, sure that Larch and the rest of those fools could never find him. A scientist named Alfred had walked into his office and asked him something.
"Yes, Alfred?" Deoxys sighed. Alfred wasn't exactly his most useful scientist.
"We just got word that Professor Berkeley Larch and the other two have escaped."
Deoxys got up from his chair. "What?"
"Yes; we just received a radio call. They've stolen the helicopter and are now flying to us."
Deoxys frowned. "Damn it. If they can destroy one device, they can destroy the rest."
"Don't worry, sir. We've confirmed that we can have it up and running within twenty-four hours. They simply don't have enough time."
"What if they get help?" Deoxys asked. "You know I had to abandon that Latias. The strain was, surprisingly, too much for me."
"What could she possibly do?" Alfred asked.
"I doubt she is very happy with me. Not only that, but she retained some degree of consciousness. She could help them out, somehow. It's a tad worrying."
"I'm sure you'll be fine sir." Alfred said, leaving the office. The door slammed shut, leaving Deoxys alone with naught but his own thoughts.
To be concluded…()()()
Well, we're almost done, and then I'll start a brand new story arc. That's right, this will be a story in two completely separate parts! I won't tell you what it involves yet, but it does involve something unnatural…anyway, this has been AwkwardVulpix, over and out.