A/N: OMG it's part two wow! Oh yeah, what Émile failed to mention is that he didn't stab deeply into that person. The person lived but he's currently in jail for assaulting an officer. Also in part 2, he does something beyond your wildest dreams.
Chapter 49
The Cerberuss from earlier was sniffing all of us. I wondered if maybe we might have slept in its den. I got out my Taser and everyone started stirring. "Shh!" Everyone nodded and blinked. The creature whined and lied down submissively. This Cerberuss was different. It was fairly tame. "You're not going to hurt us?"
"Why would I? I respect humans and Pokémon. I chose to be vegetarian. But, if you want to catch me, you'll have to battle me though."
"Actually, we'd like to get out of here, but I'd be happy to battle you though," I nodded.
"I'll show you the way out, by the way, my name is Charity," she wagged her tail.
"Thank you," we all said in unison.
"You're welcome," she continued to wag her tail.
"I guess it's stopped raining?" I put my Taser back into my pocket. She moved over and we all crawled out. I tediously brushed myself off. "Charity, I'm Émile, this is Ash, Dawn, Brock, Astur, Cecilia, Precious, Fergie, Chloe, Jacob, Pikachu and Togekiss," I pointed to the respective.
"You won't hurt me, will you?" Astur asked, slightly weary.
"Why would I hurt you? I see that you're injured, what happened?" She blinked and growled softly. Stan picked him up and rubbed his head.
"Astur was shot," he sighed. "They also shot my dad here," he pointed to my side. "They were both shot by these people called Team Havoc."
"Team Havoc…? I think I know what you mean."
"See… we've been trying to find their headquarters, too, but we've given up," I sighed. "It's impossible to find anything here."
"I can't even smell the sent on this gun," Stan sniffed the SIG. "It's inconclusive…"
"I think they were wearing gloves is sure as hell not going to have a liable sent on it," I nodded.
"I know where they are," Charity nodded. "With three heads, I think I should be able to follow the faintest scent, even though they wore gloves," she wagged her tail again and sat down. I showed her the gun.
"Don't worry, I'd never fire it unless we were endangered," I noted. She sniffed the gun and growled deeply. "Is there something wrong?"
"I know who they are. I've watched them slaughter Pokémon and animals right in front of my own eyes. I'd love to see them wiped off the earth."
"You know Charity, I do too," I nodded. "I take it you know where they are?"
"Yeah, it's not too far from here… I don't even go near it though…," she growled deeply again. "I suggest getting your guns out," she looked at us and slowly started to walk. I decided to return everyone jus for their safety. Stan and Dawn thought this was a good idea while Ash let Pikachu hide in his backpack. We began to follow her closely but quickly. The three were lagging behind while I was the only one that was able to keep up.
"Are we almost there?" I broke the silence. I spoke too soon; there was a huge building right in front of us. We stopped to let the others catch up. It took about a minute for them to catch up and I hatched up a plan. It was the easiest and my most used plan. "All right… Ash, Dawn you stay out here while Stan and I crawl through the vents. Charity, you distract them, all right? If you feel you're threatened, you howl as loud as possible and I'll come in find you and shoot the bastards. We all set?"
"Aye," they all replied. Ash and Dawn hid behind two trees while Stan and I found an air vent and Charity burst through the front door. After a few minutes of crawling through the vent we came to a screen, I kicked it, and it scared all of the grunts in the area. We both jumped out.
"Put your hands in the air, you're under arrest for the murder of animals, Pokémon, humans and the innocent civilians such as Mark Bunker and Niles Harris…," I growled deeply. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" The four grunts nodded. I got out four handcuffs and each hand cuffed them one by one. "You escape and you're dead," I cocked my gun. "Stan, you stay here and make sure they don't escape."
"Right Dad," he nodded. He got his gun out and cocked it. I nodded too and walked off. I looked around and out of nowhere, someone knocked me down. He grabbed my gun out of my hands and stuck his gun to my forehead. My eyes widened and I stared at the barrel.
"T-Tony…" He dug the barrel right into my forehead.
"Shut up and walk you murderer…," he growled. He kicked me and I started to walk. I made a faint whistling noise, but just loud enough to Stan to hear it. I told him three days ago that if we were in any kind of danger, I would whistle just loud enough for him to hear it. He kicked me again and shoved me into an open area filled with boxes. Stan immediately came running. "If that person comes any closer I'll blow Émile's brains out." Stan growled and just stood there. "Now we can do this the easy way… either I kill you, or maybe I kill both of you." Stan's arms just shook as he tried to hold his gun. I knew because he didn't have a good aim.
"I could have sworn Michelle arrested you, you bastard…"
"Shut up, SHUT UP!" He dug his gun into my forehead again. I stared at the barrel and began to sweat profusely. I was quite scared.
"I think I just pissed myself…," I thought and gulped hard. There was nothing we could do. Ash and Dawn were outside while Charity was most likely scaring the shit out of the grunts. "What should I do?" Staring at the barrel was starting to hurt my eyes. "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. Psalms 23:4…," I thought repeatedly… maybe twenty, thirty times. He cocked the gun and was about to fire when he got some truth serum out of his pocket. He jabbed it into me and I grunted hard while Stan fainted. That hurt like shit, to be honest.
"Now… let's start… why are you here?" Tony asked while he cocked his gun. I continued to sweat profusely.
"J-Jake sent me to come here and find out what you were doing…"
"Good… now were you going to kill me?"
"If I had the chance, I would."
"That wasn't a very good answer," he shot me in the right foot. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. "This will be a game… like Hangman – except in the opposite direction – you tell me a wrong answer, I'll shoot you in the other foot, then both legs, you body, your neck and lastly, your head. Either way, you should be dead by then. Now the next question, I want a positive answer: tell me about your team members."
"Well… there's Jake, our boss and Head Detective. Then I'm next on the grading system, I'm a First Grade Detective along with Jake, Mitternacht and our fallen best friend Cecilia… Then there's a Second Grade Detective, they're next on the list; it includes Stanford, whom is over there, my fiancé Cassidy and my best friend Rico… There aren't any Third Grade Detectives though… Then there are medical examiners that include Tory, Beau and Rachel. Medical examiners, well, basically look at the dead bodies and perform autopsies and sometimes take care of us when we're feeling a little ill."
Mitternacht's POV
"Shit, I can't get a clean hit on that bastard Tony…," I continued to stare through my sniper rifle. "I'll just wait until the perfect moment."
Émile's POV
"Nice answers…," he smirked and chuckled evilly. "Now tell me how Cecilia died, did she die because of us?"
"S-She died of AIDS…," I shuddered and he shot me in my other foot.
"Aww I'm sorry, but that wasn't the answer I was looking for… poor little Émile…" I was starting to get used to being shot now. I smirked.
"I'm starting to get used to be shot you know… this is kind of exciting, I haven't been captured like this in thirteen years…," my smirk turned into a grin. I regretted saying that. "I will tell you all about me as long as you cooperate and stop shooting me like that."
"Wrong answer!" He growled and shot me in the right leg. "I will not stop shooting you but I will listen to what you have to say."
"All right… my name is Émile Dakota Caldecutt. I was born in London England on February 15, 1972. My parents are named Siôr and Lucinda. When I was 14, I accidentally had sex with my girlfriend. Oh, my parents kept badgering us about why she was pregnant. We finally acceded that I had accidentally gotten her pregnant. My dad divorced my mom and my dad and I moved to Littleroot Town for a short while. I lost contact with my brother for about 18 years.
"During that time, after I met Rico and became a Pokémon trainer – we moved to Veilstone City, mainly because we were transferred there because our retired but alive boss, Greg sent us to there. I also had a relationship with Rico for about six years. Then around 1992, came along the most beautiful lady in the world at the time – Cecilia Harris… I fell out of love with Rico and started to fall in love with Cecilia… She had caught her ex-husband's killer, McGillivray, whose first name I forget. We watched our first lethal injection together and, we had never seen one before… Cecilia and I stared at each other and we never even looked at the person dying…
"Cecilia and I became fast friends just shortly after that. She invited me to come to her house and she seduced me by taking off her clothes and giving me an erection. I too, seduced her by taking off my clothes. By Jove! That was probably the best sex (other than with Cassidy) that I had ever had. We each gave each other our house keys so we could come in any time we wanted to. I loved her…
"On February 26, 1997, I went home early and tired; falling asleep instantly. I heard a noise that I thought was either my fridge or Cecilia. I got up and turned on the kitchen light – it was an intruder! I was too tired to react and he slashed me all the way from my umbilicus to my waist. I punched the person and he fell. I blindly jabbed his knife into him, but I wasn't looking as to where I was stabbing him. He somehow lived even though the person's blood was all over my face, body, walls and floor. I immediately called 9-1-1 and Cecilia got there before I could drag myself across the floor. I nearly died in her lap before the EMTs got there. That's all I remember because it was so traumatic… except the fact that I was out of work for seven months and that I was in the hospital for three weeks.
"On January, 15, 2003, I got a call to Cecilia for me to come to the hospital. 'It's just the flu' I repeated. Well it wasn't… she had AIDS. She never knew it at the time but I do remember her taking a medication for about a month before she died. She died in my arms around 3:00 PM and her last words were 'Émile… I love you'," I tried to keep the tears back. "Just shortly (about seven months) after the Team Galactic incident, I felt so depressed that I thought I would try to commit suicide. I wrote a letter to Cassidy, Rico, my son and everyone that I knew. After I wrote the letter, I grabbed my medieval sword that I was going to jab through my heart but I decided to jab it through my arm. I sliced from my elbow to my wrist. All I can remember is screaming bloody murder and Rico somehow saving my life. Because I had been such a dumbass, he decided to ignore me for three weeks.
"Those were the worst three weeks of my life. Every time I tried to say 'hello' or a nice greeting, he would just plug up his ears and 'hmphed' at me. He probably would have ignored me longer than three weeks if he hadn't been diagnosed with leukaemia. I saved his life by giving away some of my bone marrow. Ugh, I was sick as a dog after that. I had to have some antibiotics because there was an infection in my kidneys afterwards," I watched for any microexpressions. I could tell he was enjoying this though. "Anyway, he stopped ignoring me and I resumed my life. My life remained fairly still. I was fighting crime, going on high-speed chases (I love the thrill of going over 100 mph), going through court, protecting others, etc. My life was normal until the summer of last year (June 30, 2008) when Rico and I were called to bust an illegal prostitution, which is banned in uptown Veilstone City. One of the hookers begged me to have sex with her so I accepted it. She injected me with Temazepam and some other drug (most likely an NSAID like Vicodin). I noticed that it didn't hurt when I was laid. It wasn't enjoyable as Cassidy or Cecilia…" He cocked his head. "And I eventually meet up with Stanford and Cassidy again – here I am now." It was as much as I could tell him. I had no idea what he was going to do next and the truth serum started to wear off because I was sweating profusely and maybe even pissed myself (mainly because I had been shot three times). I seized the opportunity when he turned around and looked at Stan. I quickly stood up and punched him hard in the jaw while I got my gun back. He stood up and aimed at me. I aimed at fired at him… only two hear two shell casings hit the ground. I looked around heard a sigh.
"Phew," Mitternacht jumped down from her perch.
"Mitternacht…?" I blinked.
"Yeah. I heard the whole story… I've been up there for an hour. I saw you guys coming and I snuck in because I knew Tony would capture you."
Stan finally woke up and rubbed his head. "W-what happened…?"
"You fainted, I don't know why," I shrugged. "I pretty much told my life story to that bastard," I shrugged. "Oh well, he's dead and most likely burning in hell. I hope. Come along," I limped. "Oh shit, you know what, I had forgotten I had been shot three times…"
"And why did you say you were enjoying it?" She blinked.
"It was the truth serum," I chuckled. I patted her back. "Mitternacht, there's something I've always wanted to ask…"
A/N: Yeahhhhh!
We don't get fooled again! We don't get fooled again!
No, no!
Lol jk, I just had to – that song is stuck in my head! I watched last night's CSI: Miami episode and the pilot of NY/47th of Miami – best episode I've seen so far!!! I love Horatio and Mac. Best characters ever.
