Pokemons:-
Ash: Charizard , Greninja, Pikachu (rumoured to be deceased), Meloetta (hidden), Hoopa (hidden).
Drew's: Zoroark (hidden ), Gardevoir (hidden), Flygon, Roserade , Absol.
May: Blaziken (Hidden), Glaceon, Beautifly. Misdreavous (Not officially owned).
Giovanni: Persian, Sableye, Heatran(seized).
Some other canon characters (not to be named for now) will be introduced soon along with the story.
Chapter 1
The crowd was all too loud to the greenette's liking. He had been hoping for the appointment to be over soon. And he hoped that the music would die down a little when he would talk to the person, if he was kind enough to arrive in time. His wrist watch indicated otherwise though. So he decided to busy himself with the task of observing others to kill the time. This kind of Place was always good for some shady corporate talk since no one there was in the mood to actually care about what others had been doing. Everyone was busy enjoying themselves.
Well the man finally arrived. A middle aged blonde with a few wrinkles visible on his face.
He sat down next to the greenette and regarded him with a warm smile.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Drew. But I assure you that's not how I am always." The man said.
"I am not a bit bothered. And I will be more than glad if we continue with the topic. Since you said it is secretive and you couldn't share with everyone." Drew suggested.
"Oh yes, the topic." The person said letting out a thoughtful hum. "I don't know how would you take it but. There was a-"
They got interrupted when a waitress came to put down two drinks before them. Drew had almost forgotten that he had already ordered for them both and politely instructed the woman to pass it only after the second person would arrive.
They both thanked her before she nodded and got back to mind her other business.
"What were you saying?" Drew reminded him.
"There was someone I need to share something about. So pay attention since it's really a rare case. A boy, Ash ketchum, born in the Pallet town, who used to be an aspiring trainer but…" the man paused before resuming, "Now that he is dead, he is causing trouble for me and a few others."
"Excuse me?" Drew said almost putting down the drink from his mouth trying not to spill the liquid.
The other person took no notice of it. He simply removed the sliced orange from the rim of his glass before putting it down in the side and started to draw circular motions on the surface of the glass.
"I am not joking. I am telling you the truth." Then with a halt he started again, "I was the coroner who examined his body."
Drew had had enough by then, "Look I am sorry, if this is a kind of prank you are trying to pull to fool me on first April, then this is not working." He said in a calm voice.
"I a-m n-o-t j-o-k-i-n-g." he said in a low but such a desperate tone that Drew hunched over in curiosity to hear the next part.
"He's dead, but he exists. He somehow became undead."
What nonsense he's talking about. He can't expect me to believe that. Drew thought.
As if reading his thought, the man begin in a quieter tone, "You will realize if I tell you the story, but I am instructed not to break any details or make it public. I will simply go to the point of why I called you here." He said.
Drew sighed, "Go on!"
"We want you to provide a job. Don't worry we will pay well. And you will be glad to receive the amount if the job is done swiftly." He said to Drew.
"And what does that job require?"
"We want you to hunt down the very location of this undead guy. Once you get where his hideout is, you reveal it to us. We will handle the rest. If you succeed and don't fail us likt those former incompetent spies we had sent after hi, then we will held a grand ceremony in your honour to credit you." The man said.
"I work for cash not credit." Drew said coolly. "By the way, how dangerous is he?"
"Well, he is just a person who has escaped death and causing many problems, and like I said, all the former spies we sent after him failed us." The man lied, totally avoiding to add how all the former spies they had hired for Ash had all gone missing only to be found dead later. In technicality..murdered by him.
"We hope the job will be done well since you are the best at tracking down targets. It is a shame that we could not reach you before, otherwise some time and money could have been saved." The man added after a moment.
"I sure do my best but I am not sure if I am really the best." Drew said.
"Oh come on! Don't be so modest. we know how you exposed that corrupted evil leader of a criminal gang by planting a chip in one of his bouquets he had to receive in his birthday. That was really smart." The man remarked.
"I don't like talking about the past even if it is about my success." Drew said with a meaningful frown.
"I see..for some specific reasons you want to appear oblivious to what your job included in the past." He said, "It's okay we appreciate that."
"And another thing, I hope you have his photo." Drew came to the point.
"Of course." He said and produced an envelope from under his jacket before handing it to Drew. The un-suspecting green haired boy took it with much care before assuring his employer that he would do his best for the job to be fulfilled soon.
With a few other exchanges of words he said good bye to the man.
After Drew left. The man still sat there, smirking.
"If this boy turns out to be another failure then we have to give up our hope for that vicious killer." He said to himself.
But at least I don't have to be murdered if the incident repeats. It would be this boy. He thought.
Saying that the place was chilling would be an understatement. It was beyond chilling . So scary that even demons won't land there. And such places are never a choice of spot to venture upon at night when you can already smell the danger . Except for a few necessary moments as such.
Drew had already sneaked into the nearest bush that was luckily surrounded by boulders. So he could stay there hidden for a moment. After a while he came out and took some curious and careful look of his surroundings. It took him almost several days to actually track down this location. The combined teamwork of him and his Gardevoir and Zoroark worked well. Like it always did.
The place he was standing now looked like a haunted ruin. In his childhood he had actively participated in many urban exploring games. He was quite exploring enthusiast and loved paying visits at decrepit, dilapidated buildings and other creepy places. Some the other people in the exploring team used to get creeped out. But it never unnerved Drew. This was his hobby. And he was more than eager to do it.
But this place seemed a little odd. It seemed lifeless as natural but Drew could feel someone's presence there. As if he was not the only one. If that undead or whatever the crap they told him about was real. And this place indeed turned out to be his lair, then Drew had to be careful since what he was doing was literally trespassing. But he couldn't leave without taking a few shots in his camera. That would convince his employer that this was the place their target was living secretly. Once he was done with that it would be over.
He was startled by a noise that drew his attention towards the sky. A huge pokemon flew over his head. Like many of those who had a scrutinizing gaze, Drew could easily tell what was that pokemon by just a glimpse of it's silhouette. No matter if the pokemon had appeared for a split second and vanished like a black blur.
"A Charizard?" Drew whispered.
It's not that dark types and ghost types are the only ones who choose such places for their stay. Besides, just because Charizard isn't a nocturnal pokemon doesn't mean it can't appear in places like this.
But that dragon pokemon was least of Drew's problems for now.
"I have to hurry." Drew said and dared to take the flight of stairs that had descended into the dark. Seemed like it was some crypt. But now it was totally useless for proper burials. And it was no surprise that someone who was claimed to be undead would choose a place like this for himself. The place was darkened, eerily quiet and dusty. Not that it bothered Drew. The only sight that caught Drew's attention was the unguarded passage that leaded him further down.
He stopped by a place where he could halt for a moment to catch his breath. He now had his Absol by his side, who was using flash. That move enabled that quadruped white furred pokemon to produce quite an impressive amount of light which could easily blind someone. But the pokemon knew how much to use and in which situation. For now he made it work like simple but necessary for them to see. Much like a substitute for an original flash light.
When they had reached the end of the passage, they were surrounded by undergrounded chambers with numerous gaps between tunnels that ran here and there. The place was like a maze. Coffins were piled up and Drew knew not to think what was inside them. He called back Absol to its pokeball before resuming his pace.
He had read many haunted stories where lonely visitors like him were often greeted by shady figures lurking behind them. Or something even more sinister.
But Drew knew those things happened in stories only.
Ignoring the remains of his thoughts he decided to turn around to choose a proper way for him, it was then when he heard footsteps behind him.
It was one of those moments when people actually lost their nerves and gave up. This was the moment when even Drew could hear the sound of his pounding heart inside his rib cage.
So he had finally found Ash ketchum? or maybe he got found instead. This was not the part of his operations though. And he had to think before things get nastier.
The green haired lad dared to steal a glance of who it might be behind him.
And it was there. Glaring at him with red glowing eyes.
Glowing?! Then this is not just a rare case, it's the rarest.
"Okay that's enough." Drew muttered slowly, his next reaction was automatic when his body made the decision for him. He ran at his best speed, knowing that the thing behind him would surely give a chase. But he couldn't stop to witness it.
He stumbled almost like an unbalanced drunkard when he was overcoming the obstacles of the stairs that took him down. With his hands searching at the walls of his sides trying to clutch whatever he could find to properly balance himself. He almost made it. Out of the place, he just needed to call out his Flygon and flee from this place as soon as possible to escape the grasps of that thing with glowing eyes.
Just when his mind was telling him there was a hopeful escape ahead him. He felt a hand with brute strength caught his shoulder and slammed him down on the ground with an amazing force. Drew had to blink in both fear and surprise before he angled his face a little to see the person kneeling above him. That guy made no other movement than just to keep him pinned there and gaze at him with deathly patience. And then Drew's phone decided to ring.
The heavy weight above him made it impossible for him to move. But Still, Drew tried to reach for his phone only to have his both wrists secured tightly in that guy's grip. It was almost painful.
Than with the free hand he searched for Drew's pocket and found the phone. Before Drew could realize anything, the guy crushed the cell phone in his grip as if it was a ginger bread.
One look at his work was enough to tell Drew that this person could easily bend stainless steel.
Before Drew could think, he was flipped violently on his back. The figure then used his one hand to press down Drew's chest in a way that he couldn't break it loose. And with the other hand he searched in Drew's neck, dabbing with his thumb on the skin as if looking for the right spot.
Drew got momentarily taken, he could not protest for a while. Then it hit him. He fearfully realised what was going to happen and started to struggle, but it was a futile attempt. His mind was racing and he used his all might to push him off of him to no avail. He was no match for the person above him.
When the other person was done with what he was doing. He took position and lowered himself, his canine came out as a pair of sharp needle, and then without warning he sank his fangs in Drew's neck. He had to wince in sympathy when a painful yelp came out of Drew's mouth , that totally turned into a hoarse scream almost immediately.
Slowly Ash straightened his position. The person beneath him had passed out, probably from the pain. His green bangs were plastered on his sweaty forehead. He looked so pale and vulnerable that Ash could only stare at him for a moment. One of Drew's hands that was clasped around Ash's forearm, started to slip before falling lifelessly by his side.
Then the lizardoid dragon pokemon that Drew had witnessed before came landing by the pair's side.
There was blood on Drew's neck probably coming from the exposed wound. The bite wasn't supposed to be that deep but the bottom's frantic struggles had caused it. It didn't seem to be a dangerous gaping wound so he would survive and maybe he would heal faster if he got taken care of properly. Banishing the rest of his thoughts, Ash gathered the unconscious boy in his arms and carried him to where Charizard was waiting.
A brown haired girl was standing on the hillock with a Glaceon by her side, and she was looking at something at a distance, for a better view, she was using a telescope. Then the much awaited moment came and she witnessed the scene.
A Charizard was flying with two riders on it, one of the riders was senseless, and only remained on the pokemon's back because the other one was supporting him.
"So he didn't kill him yet. Then he probably won't kill him.'' she muttered to herself.
After Charizard flew out of her viewing range, she turned around to her pokemon.
"If my suspicion turns out to be true then I can actually end the chapter of this so called 'He Who Kills'." She added.