Chapter 13 (or 12 B for superstitious folks)

Authors note: for those who skipped that bit before, Cash found a semi-truck in a gully he was able to get it started and bring it back to life.

It took about 30 minutes of driving for Cash to reach the edge of Fallarbor town. He drove it down Main Street. He drove the truck directly to a gas station and filled it up with fuel, paying at the pump with the cash that the Good Samaritan gave him. He couldn't hide his face so he acted fast.

Cash drove away from the station when both of his tanks were full. Miraculously he used hardly any of his money that was given to him. But he was given the correct bills and change in exact amount.

"That's no coincidence." He said.

That night Cash when on a break in spree. He had made a list that day of the items he needed for his final showdown. The Machoke brace would not suffice. He needed to be able to fight Pokémon in an actual battle. He still lacked a few items at the end though.

As he broke in each shop, one by one, he had evaded the police multiple times. They were searching feverishly. Half the town left in fear in that one night. "Was Amy among them?" He thought.

He left a note at city hall just before he left. It proclaimed:

"I the human, will exact my revenge on those who persecuted me when I did no wrong. Those who attempted to break my will, to destroy my hopes, they will get what they deserve. They have deceived many and will soon face my wrath. They have taken the rightful liberties of their peoples under the guise that those people need protection. I hereby state on this piece of parchment that I will liberate you all from the hand of General Phillips."

For the rest of the night Cash worked on the truck. Which he had left parked several miles away. Getting it into shape, changing tires, cleaning this and that filter. All the while he quietly hummed the song "One piece at a time"

Needless to say that as soon as he turned on the radio the next morning it was blaring mountains of Orwellian propaganda and blaming all of the entire regions problems on him. Many he assumed were the result of the military counsel framing him in retaliation for accusing them of unjustly taking away people's rights.

Apparently a gas line had "exploded" in Rustboro city, an "earthquake" (of the Pokémon variety not natural disaster) had rocked EverGrande, Maulville's computer system was "hacked", on and on and on. All blamed on him. He didn't care though. He simply kept on trucking down the backroad to meteor falls.

What he should have cared about, but didn't notice, was the small black new Camaro with blue racing stripes that was trying to hide itself in his truck's blind spot. His incompetence to clean his side mirrors kept it hidden.

Amy kept reliving the moment she slammed the door in Cash's face. She was slumped down on her suite couch and had bags under her eyes, she had been crying hard for the past three days. She was under so much guilt. Her hair was a mess, the suite was a disaster as that she had tried everything she could to cheer up. She and the suite were the very embodiment of remorse.

She had not expected Josh to tell her to do this to him. She didn't want to do this to him. But Josh said it had to be done. There was no other way to get Cash to become enraged at the Pokémon world's leaders.

Josh had said that was the only way for Cash to actually murder the military counsel. He wouldn't do it by just witnessing and suffering under their attempts to lock him up, that had been proven several times. Cash was too kindhearted for that. She had not been prepared to deliver such a blow to her lover. Neither Josh nor Amy had expected him to pop back up so soon, or at Amy's front door. But she went through with it just like he had told her to.

Amy heard a nearby window shatter. Police yells, sirens, more shattering windows, GUNSHOTS!?

She was struck with fear. Amy turned on the radio to listen to the late night broadcast. The announcer had one of those stereotypical voices that TV shows and news stations used. It sounded like Max Raphael, the narrator from "Modern Marvels".

"Police reports that the town of Fallarbour is under attack from serial burgler. Stay indoors do not leave your homes. He has severely injured several officers and is currently maki-"

Amy would have cried but she couldn't any more. Her tears were gone.

"What have I done? I've created a monster out of Cash!" Amy wailed.

The radio continued. Eventually the live report broadcasted Cash's note that he left.

Amy got up immediately. She packed a few things she needed into a duffle bag got dressed, and left. She didn't clean up though. Amy knew what she had to do. She had to apologize to him. It was all she could do.

As she walked through the lobby that morning there were all sort of people camped out there. They turned and stared at her. They knew that she was the culprit, the one who caused the town to be raided by the psychopathic human. New spreads quickly in a small town. Especially since the advent of social media.

Amy walked out into the cool morning air. After everyone in the lobby could no longer see her she ran for her car. A nearly brand new black Camaro with blue stripes to match her rings. She jumped in and took off towards the edge of town. Amy drove a little ways out of the town. That was when she saw something that was unfamiliar. She couldn't remember any of her vacations having a white Semi-truck just parked on the side of the road randomly like this. She pulled up behind it. But then as she went to park her car, it peeled away and quickly accelerated down the road. Whoever drove it had a lead foot. Did they see her?

Amy notice something left where the truck was. Old tires. She remembered that one of the stores that was raided was a tire shop…

She chased after it! Although she had to put the pedal to the floor before it took a turn down a dirt road or something.!

Amy's Camaro burned out and shot down the road quickly catching up.! Following the big truck close behind it took a sharp right turn down a road that wasn't on her map. Cautiously Amy followed in the trucks' blind spot.

She knew who it was. And she was preparing herself for what she was about to do.