Surprisingly, during dinner, no one speaks about the thug. There is an uncomfortable silence among the group as they make small talk about their day. After dinner, there is more training done by Dillon and Aurora while Granite goes out for more sight-seeing. The young man stops once he reaches the Cerulean City Police Department. He enters the double doors.
"Hello. Can I help you?" An Officer Mark asks him.
"Yeah. Can I speak with Judge Mary?" Granite flashes his wallet. Officer Mark looks at him surprised and leads the young man to the judge's office. After a few moments of waiting, Judge Mary walks in.
"Hello Agent Slate!" She smiles while closing her office door.
"Hello, your honor." Granite shakes her hand.
"I trust you've been keeping a close eye on your assignment?" Judge Mary asks the man.
Granite looks at the woman seriously. "Yes, ma'am. He has been out of trouble and not partaking in anything illegal." He tells her, but Granite thinks to himself, "except that he's not allowed to be a pokemon trainer yet."
"That sounds wonderful! So what brings you here?" inquires Judge Mary.
"I believe Ketchum's Cerulean gang is up to something tonight. I don't know where or when, but we might need backup." he confesses.
Judge Mary thinks while putting a finger on her chin. "Hmmm. Are you sure about this, Agent Slate? If you're wrong, it compromises your mission."
Granite nods. "I'm sure of it."
2 Hours Later - Dillon's POV
After dropping off my pokemon at the Pokemon Center for the night, I tell Granite and Aurora that I'll be spending the night at my house again. They tell me goodnight, and I start walking towards the junkyard on the outskirts of town.
Honestly, I'm so fucking nervous. I could've brought my pokemon, but Clark's pokemon are way stronger. He'd just have Pika, Coal, and Persian killed. I'll just have to hope I can beat Clark in the knife fight. Why am I even going to the fight? I'm a man of my word. I knew the consequences when I joined the gang, so now I have to follow through: end it the right way.
I told Nurse Joy to give my pokemon to Amy if I don't come back in 24 hours. Luckily, she did not question me. This is stupid. I'll come back. I still need to bring Ash back to mom. And I need to meet my baby brother or sister. I clench my fists as I walk into the junkyard.
Eventually, I reach the meeting point. I notice Clark, Amber, Tyson, Mason, and about 10 other thugs. Mew. C'mon Dillon! You're not a bitch! I walk up to Clark.
"Heh. I was starting to think you weren't gon' show, D." He snickers at me. I never liked Clark. He only became our leader after Henry got arrested last year.
"Let's get this over with." I tell him. He smirks at me and pulls out his knife.
"Better hope you planned your funeral." He tells me as he flips open the blade. I pull out my pocket knife. "I'll let you get the first move." Clark laughs at me. Fine. Whatever. I charge at him.
No POV
The knives had eventually ended up discarded as Dillon and Clark threw punches at each other. Dillon was clearly losing, but he had landed many good hits on the larger man. Clark manages to hit Dillon in the face hard enough to put the boy in a daze. The man then gets up and picks up his knife he had lost earlier in the fight.
"Fuck you, rich kid." He exclaims while raising the knife. Dillon, still in a daze, lays on the ground with his arms up.
"Stop!" The thugs and Clark look over at the source of the voice. They see Granite and Aurora running towards them.
"Thunderbolt, Pachirisu!" Aurora commands.
"Flamethrower, Torkoal!" Granite adds.
Clark clicks his tongue and motions to Amber. She nods and throws out 3 pokeballs. Out come a Weezing, Machamp, and Golem. The rest of the gang release their pokemon as well. While most of the pokemon are lower leveled, Amber's Arbok and Tentacruel are on par with Clark's pokemon.
Dillon, who is now out of his daze, yells at his friends, "Run!"
"No way, Dillon!" Aurora tells him.
"Not in a million years!" Granite agrees. With this, the two summon out the rest of their pokemon. While the pokemon are fighting, Clark turns his attention back to Dillon. The boy is now standing up weakly.
"This is between you and me. Let them go." Dillon tells him. Clark shakes his head with a sinister smile on his face.
"Nah. They can die here with you." He then swings the knife at Dillon. Fortunately, the teen is able to dodge the swings. He manages to get past Clark and hit the man's elbow hard. Clark drops the knife but is able to land a hard punch on Dillon's side.
Red and blue lights sweep through the junkyard as everyone hears the sirens from the oncoming police cars. The thugs return their pokemon and run off, except for Clark. "You fucking snitch!" He yells at Dillon while swinging his fist at the boy. Dillon manages to dodge the attack.
"It wasn't me!" he yells back and lands a punch on Clark's nose. Before the fight can continue, both males are faced down in the ground with their hands behind their backs. Dillon, ignoring the Miranda rights and Clark's cursing, looks over to see Aurora and Granite in handcuffs as well. The adrenaline from the fight fades, and Dillon is hit with a wave of pain and fatigue. He passes out in the police car.