****a/n I don't own pokémon. And I think Ariala is going to like this part and the next part. ;) If you didn't get the first part, this is what happened. The first part described a guy who just went and jacked a whole room full of people. Then he went home, stuff happened that showed he was depressed. The guy had a vulpix. BIG HINT, PEOPLE! Then it cut to a funeral. It was Brock's funeral, the day after the previous scene. Then it cut to a scene that showed how Brock's family was killed, and that Jessie and James saved one of his sisters, and Giovanni ordered that they take care of her. Then Giovanni talked on the phone to a mysterious woman about how Brock's sister being saved could be used to their advantage. It's a flashback. Then it cuts to the funeral of Brock's family, which happened before the first two things. It's a flashback. The cage is a rival Team Rocket group. This part is all flashbacks.
Descent into Rancor
Part II- The Scent of Rain and Rage
About a month after the first funeral . . .
Brock's hands shook nervously as he sat at the table. The woman seated across from him was indeed beautiful, and in her civvies, but he felt no attraction to her. He was too numb, for one, for any sort of emotion besides anguish, as he had been for a great deal of time. She also wasn't someone that he'd attributed all that many noble qualities to.
Jessie almost felt pained as she watched his eyes respond to what she was telling him. Pain because she knew that what she told him was a partial lie, and that she could alleviate his troubles quite easily without having to drag him into their dirty business.
I'm not a criminal, Brock narrowed his eyes. I can't join you--I won't steal pokémon. I'm sorry, but I don't see how becoming a pokémon thief will get my sister back.
Jessie sighed inwardly. The worst was yet to come. You wouldn't be assigned to thievery, Jessie assured. James and I are thieves. You would be on a different team. You'd be an Assassin agent.
Brock boggled at this as well. I don't want to kill people!
Jessie continued with the speech as planned, but somewhere she hoped he would turn it down anyway. You'd only be killing the people who killed your family. The Cage. And only in places that we think your sister might be. She is their hostage.
Brock leaned back, his eyes darting to the roof as they filled with tears. His lips curved downward into a frown, and he ran his hands over his face.
I want to get her back, he began to shake, more than anything. Can't I call the police and tip them off?
Jessie shook her head. The police won't do anything. They're bought off by The Cage as well as Team Rocket. They won't do anything to either gang.
Brock considered this, but he wasn't considering becoming an assassin.
I'm sorry, tears fell down his face. Even if I wanted to kill someone, I know that I don't have it in me.
He leaned back over, resting his elbows on the table and his face in his cupped palms. He began to feel a stinging sensation in his calf, but he ignored it. The thoughts he entreated himself with at the moment wouldn't allow him to pay attention to something of such insignificance.
Jessie remained silent, then felt a tug at the bottom of her pant leg. She coughed to break the silence, then stood from the table.
Take this, she ordered, handing Brock a card. If you change your mind, just go to this address. They'll be waiting for you.
Brock grasped the card shakily, and watched Jessie as she walked away. James was standing at the door, leaning against the frame, and Meowth bounded up to them both from what seemed like nowhere to meet them. They left Brock sitting in the café, wondering what hell his life had become.
Brock stuffed the card into his pocket after taking a good look at it.
Brock? An assassin?
As much as he hated the Cage, they were still human beings.
But he had to get his sister back. . .
Maybe he would go along with it, just to find out where the Cage was hiding. He wouldn't have to kill anyone. He would just alert the police.
That had to be the way to go about it.
He ran outside the building, only to find Jessie and James opening their van from the parking lot.
he shouted. I changed my mind. I have to get my sister back.
Jessie nodded, and opened the back door to the van.
Get in, she ordered, and Brock hesitantly complied.
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After Jessie and James delivered Katie to Giovanni. . .
The young girl got off the phone with Giovanni, tears in her eyes.
one of her bosses asked her, what did he say?
They killed them, she blinked.
All of them? her boss stammered.
Jessie and James saved one, actually, her lip twitched. And they're going to take care of her so that the Cage can't get to her. They think it would be unsafe to leave her in Shale's hands.
Her boss considered this while taking a long swig of some coffee. You're a great spy, you know that?
The young spy blushed. Yeah. I can't believe Giovanni doesn't suspect that I work for the Cage AND Team Rocket. I wouldn't think it would be that hard to figure out.
her boss laughed, you only say that because you know. Your plans are air tight. He'll never find out.
The spy sighed, then looked back at the phone that she'd replaced in its crook.
I wish I could go back, she frowned, to the life I lived before. I feel sorry for Shale. I bet Giovanni will bait him to join now.
That guy? her boss laughed. He couldn't steal or kill. He doesn't even like to battle pokémon.
You don't think I know that? the spy sighed. I would consider him harmless, except that his personality isn't a failsafe.
her boss blinked, intrigued. What else did you find out?
I'm not sure, she pouted, but there's more to this than meets the eye. There's a reason that Giovanni wants him to join. And I don't think it's because he can play his revenge. This guy has something about him that Giovanni wants. And I have no clue to what it could be. It couldn't be because he was part of the experiments. That would be too strange a coincidence.
Find out what it is, then, the boss ordered, almost daftly. Having been in the spy business for years herself, she knew the hardships her young employee would face, but she also knew that if anyone could do as told, it was her.
Will do, the spy replied.
And make sure you don't get killed, her boss advised. I have a feeling this could get messy.
You gonna give me a gun? the spy chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
Her boss laughed. What--and have our licenses revoked? Fat chance. Maybe I'll dig up a really powerful pokémon for you.
the spy sighed. That's gonna save me from a twelve gauge or an assault rifle.
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Back With Jessie and James
Brock hugged his knees as Jessie and James silently drove. He didn't look out the window at the road. He just stared at the floor. He didn't ask questions. He was feeling awfully flushed for some reason, and sweat beaded at the corners of his forehead. His muscles were aching slightly, and his mouth was dry. He decided that his nerves were the cause of it. But he didn't feel nervous, mentally he felt as collected as he ever had; he felt like he actually had some direction.
They dropped Meowth off at their apartment for some reason. Jessie announced that it was because he didn't like to see the boss without even being asked. Brock shrugged and continued to look away as the cat scampered up the driveway to the apartment building's entrance.
The drive to their actual destination wasn't long after Meowth was dropped off, and Brock swallowed roughly as the car stopped. He looked up for the first time since he was piled in the car, and he chuckled.
Team Rocket's headquarters was right in the middle of a commercial district, disguised as a mere office building. They were usually pretty blatant about their whereabouts, even when in plain sight, but this time they'd actually put some thought into keeping their whereabouts a secret.
Brock's footsteps were excessively deliberate as he stepped out of the van. Clouds piled on top of each other above him, and he breathed the fresh air deeply. He knew he could still back out of it--except now he knew where Team Rocket headquarters was. He couldn't back out of it alive.
Jessie and James strode into the building as if they owned the place. Brock wondered how two incompetents could be so cocky. Maybe they only failed at capturing Pikachu. Maybe it was all an act.
They walked up to the receptionist's desk again, but the girl behind it cowered and pressed the button to call the boss before they even spoke a word.
They're here to see you, she said shakily.
Is anyone with them? Giovanni replied.
she nodded, though he wouldn't be able to see her.
Send them in, Giovanni ordered.
Jessie and James strode past her, much to the gaping stares of other Team Rocket members going about their business throughout the building. Brock looked down at his feet, trying to avoid their stares for some reason. He felt naked, and was eager to get to Giovanni's office, though he doubted that he would feel much more comfortable in there.
He had his hands on his forearms, appearing to be warming himself up although he wasn't cold. When they finally entered Giovanni's room he was unnerved by its darkness, and even further unraveled by the altered voice he spoke with and the fact that they couldn't see him.
Mr. Shale, Giovanni began. I believe you know why you're here.
I just want my sister back, Brock blurted. After that I'm out of this.
Very well, Giovanni nodded. All we want is to rid ourselves of the same nuisance which had plagued you. The Cage.
Brock shivered involuntarily as Giovanni mentioned that name. He started to choke a little, but bit it down.
But the worst fight I've ever been in was a pretend one with my best friend, Brock stammered, how could I go from that to being an assassin? I don't think I'm the person you want. I'm sorry.
Giovanni smiled, and turned his chair around. Jessie and James looked away as if the sun had just shined into their eyes.
Don't look away, he smirked. I'm not Medusa.
S-sorry, Boss, James blinked. It's just that--you never--
You guys have done a good job lately, he shrugged. Take a couple of weeks off with pay. You can go home now.
They can't go! Brock's eyes widened. How will I get home?
We'll take care of you, Giovanni coughed, then pulled away the device which disguised his voice. Without the altered voice or mystique which he shrouded himself with he seemed like a bit of a squat, non-threatening, middle aged man, but appearances were deceiving.
Brock frowned unhappily as Jessie and James excused themselves from the room. He began to look to the floor and hold his forearms once again.
Sit down, Giovanni offered, holding his hand out to a seat in front of his desk.
Brock complied, but didn't remove his hands. He didn't look Giovanni in the eye either.
You know, he began, most of our assassins started out just like you. Not wanting to do it because, well, it's a tough job. But once you realize that you're actually doing a service--
Brock looked up and sputtered. A service? If I help you weed out the members of the Cage, I'll just be stooping to their level! And just why did they target my poor family, anyway, huh? Why couldn't they have just left me alone, as if my parents leaving wasn't bad enough? Why--
Brock couldn't speak after a moment, though. He suddenly felt extremely heated, as if he blood was trying to scald through his skin. He began to sweat lightly, and just stared ahead of him, suddenly catatonic.
That's why you'd be doing a service, Giovanni said bluntly. They don't even make sure that their targets are truly even associated with Team Rocket.
Brock whispered, his eyes not moving.
Giovanni produced a letter from a drawer. We use this for every recruit such as yourself. Take it to whoever will question you. It says that you'll be in police camp for a month. Tell them that this was your secret dream--make up some sort of lie. Report back tomorrow for training. If you can't do it after training, then by all means you should return home and forget all about it.
Brock still didn't move. He didn't know what had come over him, but he was suddenly entranced. He wasn't thinking about anything, however. His mind was completely blank.
Giovanni simpered for a brief moment, then held out the letter to Brock. He felt as if someone else was moving his hand as he grabbed the letter.
Where are you staying? Giovanni asked.
Cerulean city, Brock mumbled in response. Near the gym. All of us are staying there, to be safe.
I'll have someone drive you there, Giovanni turned back around, his voice becoming distorted once again. Brock didn't even hear what was said. He didn't even remember anything which happened between then and going home.
Brock came back to himself as he stood in front of the door to Misty's house and knocked.
What was I doing? He thought. I can't go through with this!
Misty ran up to the door and looked through the peep hole. After seeing who was behind it, she threw it open quickly and dragged Brock in by the hand.
After closing the door, she shakily threw her arms around him.
Where were you? she shouted, obviously flustered. I thought you might have--
But she couldn't finish. The night after his family's funeral he had tried to drink a bottle of bleach, and had to be hospitalized for three days. Misty was worried that he would attempt suicide again.
Ash is out looking for you, she said softly, putting her head on Brock's chest. Where were you?
Brock looked down, considering whether he would train for Team Rocket or not.
He thought about Katie.
Then he thought about having to kill people--
Then he thought about endangering his life.
I have a surprise for you all, he whispered to her, mindlessly handing her the letter. I'm going to police training, so that I can protect us all.
He did want to protect them. He wanted to be sure he didn't have to stand by while the Cage destroyed his friends like they'd destroyed his family. So it wasn't an entire lie.
Misty's eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at him and pulled away sharply. This isn't your dream! We'll be fine here, we are protected.
Brock replied. We're not. I'm not going to let the Cage have anyone else I love, ever again.
They won't, Brock, she said, almost desperately. Brock couldn't understand why she was so opposed to the idea, but he'd made up his mind.
I have to go, he closed his eyes. Maybe I can get Katie back, too.
The police are handling it! Misty shouted. They'll find her without you!
Brock frowned. They've just done such a great job so far.
Give them time, Misty argued.
Brock narrowed his eyes and grabbed Misty's shoulder roughly. What is up with you, Misty? What's it to you? This is what I want to do. I'll come home on weekends and some nights. I need to do this, Misty. What do you have against it? You're acting like I'm selling my soul to Satan or something.
Brock stared at her intently and angrily, but gasped in terror at himself as he let her shoulder go. She rubbed it sorely, and he stepped away from her.
Misty bit her lip, not acknowledging what Brock had done. Fine, do what you want. But you know what I think about it.
Brock shrugged, still shaking. He had to get out of there. I will. And since I'm not getting any support from you, I think I'll go tonight.
Misty shouted. Get the fuck out of here!
Brock startled at this comment. He frowned, tears coming to his eyes. I will.
Brock stormed out the door, thinking that he would need the walk anyway. Someone was supposed to pick him up the next morning, but at that moment he didn't care if he walked several miles and got killed. It wasn't as if it was his ultimate goal to stave away death anyway.
Misty's eyes widened as the door shut in front of her. She ran over to it, the sound it made while slamming resonating in her ears like a drum from hell. She put a hand to the door and opened her mouth slightly, gathering the tears which fell down her eyes into it. She couldn't believe that Brock would have been so rough, and it did make her angry. However, she should have taken all the problems he was having into account.
I should have just told you I didn't want you to leave, she sniffed. What the hell was I thinking?
Brock began to jog, trying get away from the house as quickly as possible. If Misty didn't understand that he had to do this because he loved them and didn't want to see them hurt, then she could go to hell. He would do it for Katie.
He didn't know why he grabbed her shoulder like that--he didn't want to. He had no reason to be that angry. She was being frustrating, but she was Misty. He didn't want to hurt her. She was better off without him.
Halfway to his destination it began to rain, and he had to throw his vest over his head before continuing. Rage tried to well inside of him--he could almost smell it. And it scared him. He tried to concentrate on the scent of the rain that pelted his cooling skin, and he melted the rage away into sadness. He'd been having strange emotions and sensations ever since he'd spoken with Jessie and James. He assumed it was because the emotions invoked by the thought of what he might have to do to reclaim his life acted as a catalyst for an avalanche of mental affection.
When he reached Team Rocket headquarters he was soaked from head to toe. He had a fleeting sensation that he was drenched in blood, but shook it off as he walked up to the receptionist.
I'm supposed to come for training tomorrow morning, he choked. But I decided to come early. Can I see Giovanni?
The girl rolled her eyes. Without Jessie and James there, she was incredibly snotty when Brock approached her.
You're not even in Team Rocket, she sighed. Come back tomorrow morning.
Maybe I just won't come back at all, he narrowed his eyes, if it's going to be like this. I don't feel like being treated like shit when I didn't even want to fucking do this in the first place. So either you let me see Giovanni, or you all can just fuck off, okay? Would you like that? Would you like to just suck--
Brock stopped himself. His heart began to race. He didn't know where that outburst could have come from. It didn't even feel like he was speaking for himself. He did have a sentiment that he didn't want to be there, and a sentiment that he'd have nothing to do with them if they were going to treat him badly once they got him in their clutches. But he would have never shouted such things--he collapsed to his knees.
Let him see the boss, a Rocket Agent who had been listening advised. He saw the sweat which was quickly covering Brock, and he saw Brock try and come back to his feet. The agent worked in the lab, and had a feeling that Giovanni would be very interested in seeing this person.
the receptionist frowned. But if I get in trouble for this, your ass is mine. You know he doesn't like to see people this late.
Trust me on this one, the agent put a hand on the receptionists shoulder.
Brock finally came to his feet and just walked off in the direction that he remembered Giovanni's office was. He would settle this with him.
The receptionist rolled her eyes and called Giovanni.
Some nut case is coming to see you, she grumbled. I didn't say he could. Want me to call security? He's that guy that came with Jessie and James earlier.
Let him come, Giovanni replied quickly. And if you ever see him again, let him come in here whenever he wishes. I should have told you this earlier.
she sighed, then let go of the speakerphone button. Yeah you should have, she began to shake.
Brock was too bold for his own comfort as he threw open the door to Giovanni's office. Giovanni smiled as the timid young man he saw earlier threw himself down in a chair without reservation.
How can I help you? Giovanni smiled, turning his chair around.
I just have to stay here for the night, Brock grumbled.
You don't want to spend tonight with your friends? Giovanni asked. You might not see them for a while while training.
They don't care, Brock lowered his eyes to the ground. I--I'd better not stay there, anyway. I haven't been feeling like myself tonight.
It's probably just the stress, Giovanni sympathized. This isn't something to be taken lightly. We've already chosen a partner for you to work with. I can have someone escort you to training camp. You can meet your partner and spend the night there.
Brock stammered, calming down from the angered high he'd experienced earlier.
Giovanni eyeballed Brock strangely, and Brock looked away nervously.
Would you like something? Giovanni offered.
Brock blinked.
You know, Giovanni smirked, for the stress? It'll make you feel better, help you sleep.
No thanks, Brock closed his eyes. No drugs for me right now. I don't think I'll have trouble sleeping.
Very well then, Giovanni nodded, then called for someone to drive Brock to his new home away from home.
Brock leaned back in the chair, running his hands over his face, wiping away the sweat.
Maybe he should take Giovanni's offer, he felt like he was out of control. He never could have imagined getting such an attitude problem from being stressed, but he knew he sure as hell didn't want it.
But then again, maybe he would need it if he was going to be shacking up with a veteran Assassin.
So he just sat there until someone came for him. It was an agent pair he'd never seen, and they took particular pains to be cautious around him. It must have been because they knew what camp he was headed for.
Brock was sullen as rain pelted his neck. His head remained down to the ground the whole way out from the building and into the back seat of a van. He wondered why the members of Team Rocket all drove vans, but it didn't really matter.
Brock wondered if he was ever going to return home. He couldn't imagine not ever seeing his friends again.
But how could he have hurt Misty like that? If anything he'd always desired to hold her gently or kiss her--
He shuddered, and began to cry all over again.
It wasn't as if he'd had a chance with her before, but he couldn't even retain a small amount of feeble hope which his heart just couldn't suppress. If he couldn't be trusted to be gentle with her, why would she ever want him?
He had to give them up. It would be dangerous to stay with them now anyway since he was going to be with Team Rocket. And he was just dragging them down by staying. They'd been attacked several times by the Cage. It was part of the reason he'd agreed to see Jessie when she asked him to meet her at a restaurant.
He didn't know how he even retained his health after trying to kill himself so many times. He knew he'd developed an inhuman tolerance for pain after being sliced and had his insides burned out. Maybe that would help him now.
He assumed they'd let him use a gun now. But would he shoot himself? Somehow before he always knew he'd be saved before he would actually die. He probably never actually went through with it because of Katie.
And probably because of Ash.
And definitely because of Misty.
But he wasn't helping them any by sticking around. No one wanted pure depression in their midst. Company doesn't love misery, though the reverse might have been true. Maybe with something to occupy his mind he'd be better when he could return to them.
The sound of the raindrops flooded his mind as the car screeched down a dirt road. The camp wasn't near civilization. How long had they been driving? Time flowed away from Brock like a forked river. He didn't care how far away he got from the people he loved. It really didn't matter.
Slip. Slide.
The ground was a trough of mud. The van was having a hard time gripping it, and even in low gear it lacked the necessary torque.
Maybe we'll hit something and explode.
Brock closed his eyes wearily as the van never seemed to sprawl out into nothingness. He could tell when the wheels bumped along asphalt again, and knew they'd reached their destination unharmed.
The Rocket Agents didn't say a word to Brock, but they let him out of the van. Brock followed them to a gaggle of small, poorly lit buildings which surrounded a large clear space. The buildings were portentous-looking as they came closer to Brock's vicinity. That's how he felt. As if they were moving closer to him rather than the other way around.
He was soaking wet as the agents dropped him off at one room. They had said something to him, but he wasn't listening.
The floor was cold as steel as Brock threw his shoes into a corner. No one had bothered with carpeting in these rooms. Probably a small step used to keep assassins insane enough to do what they had to.
Brock just stood by the door sopping wet for a time. What was he supposed to do? He had pajamas in his backpack, but the person on the upper bunk was awake.
Are you going to change? he asked.
Brock looked up toward the voice. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. He didn't reply to it, either.
Get to bed, the person grumbled. You annoy me just standing there like that.
His words traveled around Brock, and he continued to stand.
the guy muttered, then jumped out of bed and flipped on the light.
Brock's eyes shied away from the yellow flood which dilated throughout the room, and he couldn't get a good look at his new partner.
the guy laughed. You're the new guy? I know you! You used to hang out with that loser Ash Ketchum!
Brock's head snapped around, and he grabbed Gary by the neck.
He's not a loser, Brock's eyes narrowed.
Gary smiled although the air was being choked out of him.
You take things too seriously, he gagged for air, then kicked Brock in the stomach.
Brock let Gary go and instinctively grabbed his stomach.
Why did he try and choke Gary? It was too strange for words.
But then again, he felt too far gone. He was observing his actions objectively from far away, unable to do anything about it.
Brock lunged for Gary, trying to punch him. Gary dodged some blows and took some, apparently testing his adversary.
Finally, Gary swung for Brock's jaw. There was a great clattering sound, and though it wasn't broken, it felt like it. The punch sent waves of pain all through Brock's head, and he fell to the ground.
Gary stood over him, shaking his head sadly. I know how you feel, but we have to control it. Don't let him give you nerve calming medicine again unless we're actually going to do something.
Brock was puzzled at this statement. He was covered in tears of pain, and looked up at Gary shakily.
Thank you, Brock sniffed.
You're fucking weird, Gary laughed while Brock silently passed out.
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Get up lazyass! Gary shouted, punching Brock in the arm.
Brock tried to yawn, but the pain in his jaw wouldn't let him.
Brock's face flushed as he pulled away a blanket. He was still on the ground, but Gary had covered him in a blanket in his unconsciousness.
We'll miss breakfast if we don't get there soon, Gary muttered. I already let you sleep in later than I should have! Get up!
Brock shook his head and did as he was told. He was begining to feel like himself again. He must have slept whatever demons had taken possession of his soul away.
I'm so sorry, Brock coughed. I didn't mean to--
Don't worry about it, Gary sniggered. Though you are pretty pathetic if I can kick your ass. We're really gonna get razzed today.
Brock cocked his head in curiosity. He was already dressed, and his clothes had dried in the night. It was a pretty filthy way to go about things, but he just stood up and followed Gary out the door as he was.
They started walking toward one of the larger buildings in the area. The scent which it omitted made it obvious that the place was a mess hall. Brock winced against the mud which his feet plodded through to get there. The area was awfully desert like. It was a perfect spot to do illegal things and go unnoticed. The sky was still overcast, but it retained its moisture for the time.
Brock swallowed. I don't normally act like that. I don't know what came over me.
Gary sighed. It was the nerve medication. It makes you uninhibited. But you'll get used to it.
But I refused the medication, Brock blinked.
Gary spun around to face him. Fuck, if you act like that without medication, I'm gonna have to kill you.
Brock's lip began to quiver, I don't act like that! I'm not a violent person, I swear!
You must have been doped up somehow, Gary shrugged. What were you doing when you started to act like that? It usually takes a while to have an effect the first time anyway.
Brock suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Don't stop! Gary grabbed his arm. I'm starving!
I was at a restaurant, Brock frowned, and my leg started to hurt--
Brock hopped on one foot while pulling up his pant leg. Sure enough, there was a needle-like wound on his calf.
They did it to me! he shook. Jessie and James! They drugged me! They made me hurt her! They made me hurt--
Gary frowned. I don't think Giovanni usually lets field agents do it involuntarily. Shit man, you should nark on them.
Brock looked to the ground, walking once again. I'll never be able to face her again. I have to leave! They tricked me! I can't stay here--
Whoa whoa! Gary's eyes widened as he held up a cafeteria door for Brock. Eat first, then we'll talk. Don't get yourself worked up, you'll have withdrawals. And don't cry. They'll think you're a puss forever.
Brock bit his lower lip and took this advice to heart.
No one was in line for breakfast because Brock and Gary were so late. There wasn't much to choose from either, but Gary didn't complain as he grabbed two muffins, a carton of milk and glass of orange juice. Brock didn't feel hungry and didn't grab anything, so Gary threw his extra muffin and the carton of milk at him.
You'll need them, Gary insisted. Training is hard.
I'm not going to do it, Brock looked away. They turned me into Satan last night. I don't want that to happen again.
Gary looked up at Brock with a serious look on his face. Tell me, he began. What's your name? I never paid much attention to Ash's friends.
Brock muttered.
You can call me Oak, Gary began, no one gets called by their first name around here.
I'm not going to be around here much longer, Gary, Brock snorted.
Tell me, Shale, Gary continued, ignoring Brock's comment. Why are you here?
Because the Cage killed my family, Brock frowned, and still have one of my sisters.
Your reason is even better than mine, Gary sighed. They tried to kill my sister. She's in the hospital now. I just want to get them back. I don't know why they wanted to do anything to her, but I won't let them get away with it.
Brock looked up at Gary. I should call Ash, he'd want to go visit her.
Gary began to laugh. She'd really like that. Geez, poor May. In love with a loser.
Brock startled. In love? She likes Ash?
Gary looked up at Brock slyly. What? You really think I just pick on him because of the pokémon rivalry? Ha! I don't even care if his mom is fucking my grandpa either. The old man needs to get laid.
So you're just being protective of your sister? Brock blinked. I never would have guessed! Well, I don't know her either.
Gary smirked, taking a huge bite from his muffin. Dey uthsta hang oud a lot-- he swallowed, because we all lived in Pallet Town. You know that. Well, she told me one day that she liked him, and he's gotten on my nerves ever since.
Too cute, Brock smiled. I can call them, can't I?
Gary became sullen. After training. You still want to leave?
Brock bit his lip. I dunno. Maybe I'll stay tonight. But if I don't like it, I'm out of here.
Gary nodded. We'll get those bastards back--together.
Brock began to pick pieces off of his muffin, not even noticing when a small group of trainees walked up to the table they sat at.
Hey Oak, one of them sneered. Got a new girlfriend?
Gary rolled his eyes. Brock startled and looked up at the group.
Oh if only you were so lucky, Gary sneered right back. Go away Bucket.
Awww, but you haven't introduced us yet, he prodded on.
Brock remained silent as Gary pointed to him.
This is Shale, Gary smiled, Brock the Rock. He'll break your head open like a rock. So fuck off.
Brock flinched very visibly at the end of Gary's statement, and he sweatdropped. Why did his name have to rhyme with rock? He just wanted to disappear.
Bucket sneered. We'll see at training.
Bucket then slapped Brock on the back hard enough to cause him to choke on the muffin he was eating. Bucket's lackeys all started to laugh, and Gary ran over behind Brock to make sure he was all right.
You think it's funny now, Gary shook his fist, but I'll rip your nuts off at training!
Gary felt bad for drawing negative attention to Brock, so he was trying to bring it back to himself.
You couldn't rip the wings off of a fly Oak, Bucket laughed as Brock was able to breathe again.
Gary sighed and they walked away. He patted Brock on the back lightly, but Brock stopped coughing and waved him away.
I knew you were all bark and no bite, Brock shook his head, his voice still scratchy.
Gary frowned. These guys are all older than me. So they pick on me. You're young too. I'm sorry if they bother you now, because of me.
A strange look suddenly passed over Brock's face, and he turned to Gary. I won't let them kick your ass Gary.
But I thought you wouldn't fight, Gary blinked. Are you going to let them inject you?
I don't think I can, Brock admitted, but I've never had anything against protecting a friend before.
Gary considered this, then held out his hand to Brock. It's nice to have someone to get my ass kicked with.
Brock took Gary's hand and shook it firmly. I've never had the pleasure of getting my ass kicked before you did last night, so I guess one good turn deserves another.
Gary went back to sitting across from Brock and finished his breakfast quickly. Brock had to throw away about half of his when breakfast was over and they had to report to training.
Gary dragged Brock back to their quarters quickly by the arm.
You'd better put something on that you can fight in, Gary advised.
Brock scratched his head as he tried to kick the mud off of his shoes while outside the door. It's not like I have a whole wardrobe in my bag.
Then just throw off your vest I guess, Gary frowned. I'll have to talk to Gakstro into getting you something else.
Brock slowly walked over to the lower bunk and did as told, looking away while Gary changed into a black tank top and warm-up pants.
Isn't it a little cold for that? Brock asked when Gary had finished.
You get warm when you exercise, Gary threw a few swings into the air. I'd let you borrow some of mine, but you're way too tall.
What I'm wearing suits me fine, Brock shrugged. feeling a little chilled at the absence of his vest.
You're also a huge fashion mistake, Gary chortled bluntly. But it's all right. I like you anyway. Now let's cut out of here.
Brock frowned, wondering what was wrong with his clothes as he followed Gary into the center of all the living quarters. About twenty people were gathered there, though only three were girls. Brock guessed that not as many women found the occupation of assassin quite so appealing as men. It was just as well since he was too distraught over what he'd done to Misty to flirt with anyone else anyway. And it would be pointless without her there to drag him away.
Gary grumbled, pulling him somewhere by the arm once again. We have to check in! His voice suddenly softened as he continued. And you have to tell them whether you want that shot or not.
God no! Brock spat, watching as the men who had harassed them earlier dutifully allowed their arms to be punctured.
It doesn't thrash you so much if you're actually doing something after using it, Gary coerced. It'll help you focus while you fight.
It won't make me feel pissed enough to kill someone? Brock blinked.
Oh it will, Gary smirked. But you have to learn to control it anyway. It's useful once your body gets used to it. Trust me on this one.
Soon enough they were at the front of the line, and Gary took his shot readily. He rubbed the soreness from his arm quickly, then waited for Brock to finish.
the shot administrator asked.
Brock replied.
You're not on the list, the person looked up at him suspiciously.
I mean Shale, Brock shook his head. I forgot that you go by last names.
The person sighed, then looked on her list. She put down the shot she had in her hand and grabbed one from another box.
Brock blinked. Why is that different?
You're new, was all she said, and Brock didn't even have time to argue before the needle was in his arm.
Brock appeared stunned as he jogged with Gary over to where everyone was warming up. He was sweating as he anticipated flying off the handle, unable to control his emotions, but as he mindlessly imitated the kicks and punches and other stretches being done around him, nothing seemed to happen.
He did jump about seven feet in the air when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
He cowered as he looked up at the clipboard-weilding person that stared down at him angrily.
You brought your pokémon? he frowned, pointing to Brock's belt.
Gary was eavesdropping, and he winced for having forgotten to tell Brock to leave them in the room.
What else would I do with them? Brock stammered.
Hand them over, the man insisted.
No way! Brock shouted, growing protective of his pokémon.
Pokémon training is tomorrow, the man growled, today is hand to hand combat! You cannot have your pokémon with you!
You should have told me that earlier, shouldn't you? Brock growled back. His skin began to feel warm, and a light pain sensation tingled along his skin, as if his blood wanted to escape his capillaries. He began to shake, recognizing the sensation immediately.
The man had his fist pulled behind his back, and Brock stood defiantly. However, Gary broke ranks and stood in front of Brock, chuckling apologetically.
He's new, Gary insisted, he won't use his pokémon. I'll make sure he leaves it in our room on non-pokémon days next time.
The man still seemed angered, but dropped his hand. All right Oak, but he's gonna get it if he doesn't listen next time.
Awww, fuck off! Brock shouted, pressing his luck. He sighed as he realized that the drugs were affecting him again.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched as their supervisor turned back around to face Brock.
You're gonna have to learn some respect, his eyes narrowed, and he balled his hand into a fist once again.
You guys are the ones who asked me to be here, asshole, Brock shouted back.
The man blinked, stopping suddenly. What's your name, kid?
Brock the Rock Shale, Brock snarled.
The man looked to the left of him nervously, then looked back at Brock. He had to hit the kid, or no one would respect him--
Then Gary jumped back in front of Brock. Hold up Voki, he asked, he's talking out of his ass I swear, he couldn't pull the wings off of a fly. He's not used to the drugs, I'll talk him down.
Voki almost seemed relieved, and put his fist down. All right, Oak, but I don't normally make these kinds of exceptions. You'd better keep him in line or I will kick his ass.
I'd like to see-- Brock began, but Gary put his hand over Brock's mouth tightly.
He'd like to see us work together, Gary smiled almost painfully, and Voki sneered then walked away.
You were right, Gary shook his head, you'd better not use the drugs anymore.
Brock let out his breath after Gary removed his hand. That was so--not--me.
I know, Gary sighed. If that was you then you would have beat the crap out of Bucket this morning. Just try and concentrate on your temper and lay low, all right?
Brock swallowed hard and nodded. Thanks for saving me.
Gary smiled. No problem. Just don't get me killed with ya, okay?
Brock closed his eyes and nodded.
They went back to warming up, but were then put into two lines in the middle of the clearing.
A thin, heavily scarred man walked up and down the lines. He did it twice, almost ritualistically, then put his hands behind his back and stood on the far end from Gary and Brock.
That's Gakstro, Gary whispered to Brock. He's a real baddass. Don't piss him off, he won't listen to me like Voki will. Gakstro is our trainer.Voki supervises.
Brock nodded, still facing forward.
We're going to do an exercise in tackling, Gakstro said loudly. On the count of three, you'll try and take down the person across from you.
Brock's eyes suddenly focused on the person across from him. It wasn't someone he'd seen before, but he blanched as he saw who was across from Gary. Bucket was slamming a fist into his palm as he eyed Gary hungrily.
Brock pursed his lips. He didn't even notice that Gakstro had given the signal, and he was down for the count without even putting up a fight. His head knocked against the ground, dizzying him, and he accidentally grabbed his attacker's arms while trying to steady himself.
Aren't you sweet, the guy who pinned him raised an eyebrow, then licked the side of Brock's face.
Brock threw the guy off of him about eight feet. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he didn't really care. He wiped the saliva from his face disgustedly and walked back over to Gary.
Who was that freak? Brock shuddered.
He's really pervy, Gary replied, but didn't turn and face Brock. You'd better watch out for him. I can kick his ass all right, but he's pretty good.
Brock walked over to stand in front of Gary, wondering what was wrong. Brock's eyes narrowed as he saw that Bucket had left a huge, gaping slash across Gary's forehead.
We're going again, Gary looked at the ground after hearing Gakstro yell at them to get back into battle position again.
Brock began to shake, and he put Gary in his place. He didn't want to stick Gary with the perv, but he figured that throwing perv-man across the ground had weakened the jerk. Gary did say that he could kick the guy's ass, after all.
Brock focused all of his energy on the guy standing across from him. Bucket laughed as Brock crouched into a springing position, his hands twitching as they desired to pummel the guy.
Gakstro shouted.
Bucket was awfully casual, standing jocularly as Brock rushed him. However, his casual attitude turned into a struggle for survival as Brock dropped Bucket to the ground and began pounding his face. Bucket's mouth was bleeding from both corners, and Gakstro was shouting for Brock to relent, but Brock didn't hear anyone else. He didn't stop until Gary physically shoved him off of Bucket.
Brock rolled onto the ground, and Gary punched him in the mouth as he lye.
Get a hold of yourself Shale! Gary ordered, grabbing Brock by the collar. You were supposed to wrestle him, not kill him!
Brock took in a deep breath.
Thank you, he sighed, then passed out again.
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Brock moaned, my jaw is going to break if I don't stop going crazy.
Gary said softly, holding a cold rag to Brock's jaw.
Brock looked around him. They were back in their room, and rain was pounding steadily at the windows.
How long was I out? Brock whispered.
A long time, Gary whispered back. I called Ash and Misty for you. I'm glad he's going to go and visit my sister. He can't be all that bad. He was really worried about you.
Brock frowned. I can't go on like this. I have to be in control of myself. Especially if I ever want to see them again.
You will be, Gary nodded. I don't think they'll even want to give you those stupid drugs ever again. But I don't understand--you got this terrible strength all of the sudden. The drug isn't supposed to do that. You could have killed me. Why did you let me knock you out?
I wanted to be knocked out, Brock confessed. The guy is a jerk, but I didn't want to kill him.
You did get him good, though, Gary chuckled. He had to get stitches too. I don't think he'll ever bother us again.
Brock pulled Gary's hand away from his face and sat up. He eyed Gary's head.
Brock frowned. You had to get stitches for what he did to your head?
Gary shrugged. I've had more stitches than a letterman's jacket. It's all right. At least Bucket got a taste of his own medicine.
I'm glad I didn't start attacking you, Brock sighed. But it's not like I just go off for no reason. Something has to instigate it. I guess I just wasn't mad at you at the time.
Damn good thing too, Gary chuckled, then looked up at Brock thoughtfully. But I didn't think you would have hit me back. After all, I was the reason you started pounding that guy.
But I hurt one of my best friends, Brock looked down at his fidgeting hands. That's not something I'd ever want to do.
Did you almost kill him?
Brock's hands stopped for a moment. No, I didn't. I just--grabbed her shoulders. But God, I've never been mad enough to touch someone to hurt them before. They gave me a different drug, because I'm new' they said. Maybe that wasn't why.
Gary frowned, I'll tell them to give you the real stuff sometime. Or maybe a cigarette. Whatever.
I think I want to just leave, Brock confessed.
Gary put a hand on Brock's shoulder. If you have to, I won't try and stop you. But I think after everything settles down you're going to be really good. You do have it in you.
I have too much of it in me! Brock shouted, putting his face in his hands.
Gary soothed again, then pulled Brock's hands away from his face. I'll keep you in check. As soon as I know my family is safe I'm out of here.
Me too, Brock frowned. That's the only problem. I want to leave, but I want to fight for the people I love.
If they keep giving you that crazy shit, I'll leave with you, Gary affirmed. But will you stay with me until we find out for sure?
Brock agreed, then closed his eyes and changed the subject. What time is it?
About two am, Gary smiled. I thought I killed you there for a minute.
I wish you had, Brock sighed.
Don't say that, Gary ordered, then left the rag with Brock. It's been a long time since I've had a friend. Even a fucked up one. Get some rest.
Brock closed his eyes and considered what Gary had said. Sleep didn't come easily, but eventually he did drift away into the night, letting the rain carry him into his dreams.
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We can't keep giving it to him, Gakstro panicked. I don't think he'll let us, and it makes him go crazy! He almost killed one of our best! I don't understand it, though, because he let Oak kick his ass, but--
If he won't take it then slip it to him in the night or in his food, Giovanni slammed his fist. He will be worthless to me unless he gets a full week of the drug! After that he'll be containable and you can give him the normal syringe.
Gakstro's face fell. I trust that you know what you're doing, boss.
I do, Giovanni said gruffly, then cut Gakstro off of the line.
This is going to be more difficult than I thought, Giovanni sighed, then sat back in his chair. He picked up the phone again, as he'd done all too many times recently.
It had better happen fast, Giovanni growled into the phone.
The voice on the other end seemed mildly surprised.
Because the catalyst is making his temper unstable, Giovanni frowned. You said all of the changes would be physical!
That shouldn't be happening, the woman blinked. I guess his immune system is reacting adversely to the chemicals. Not to worry--it should be like any drug and have a lessened effect over time. Maybe because we didn't get him back four years after the susceptible age.
We never would have had to coerce him in the first place if it wasn't for that stupid Ketchum kid, Giovanni sighed. We should have programed the father clone better. He acted too much like the real Flint Shale would have.
We cannot change fate, the woman's lackidasial voice replied. If you wish, we can just train him for the five more years it would take for the changes to occur naturally.
That won't be an option, Giovanni blinked. I need someone powerful enough to take on the K project now. I was very disappointed when the Oak kid turned out to be a false lead for the good experiment.
Our sources are not always correct, the woman robotically defended herself. We were almost positive that he was the lost one. Will the Shale kid not suffice?
He's a loose cannon, Giovanni snarled. Of course a failed experiment will not suffice. He might be good enough for now, but once the drug settles down his conscience will return, and then what? I won't be able to control him.
You have no patience, the woman stated. You are controlling him externally. He won't let you down as long as he doesn't know where his sister is. Maybe you could give him a lower dosage of the catalyst. It would only take about two weeks longer to work. We can salvage him. Maybe my team can develop something that will inhibit his immune system while the catalyst does its job.
You're doing a good job of saving your ass, Giovanni laughed. You'd better get to work on that. I want it by tomorrow, hear me?
Of course, the woman nodded. I'll mix it in with the catalyst before I ship it to the training camp tomorrow. Of course, he might get sick with something while his immune system is down. And you know Gakstro won't let him out of training because of the flu.
I'll make him, Giovanni shrugged. Any luck figuring out which of my agents is really a spy?
A little, the woman nodded. We have it narrowed down to ten.
When you have it narrowed down to three, Giovanni clenched his teeth, send them all to me.
Will do, the woman nodded again.
Giovanni flipped off the phone and clasped his hands together. His plan had to work. Team Rocket would be finished if he didn't have Shale and the other one on his side. He'd spent too much time and money and anguish on them. They were his failsafe in case his real nemesis ever got to be too much for him to handle. The assassins he already had could deal with anything that needed to be taken care of quite easily. He didn't need a new assassin, or even a assassin. He needed someone that would be able to remedy his terrible mistakes. He'd sealed his doom with experiments before, but he thought he'd try and save his ass with them. He almost wished he could alter all of his agents instead of creating all new ones to do the job, but gene programing had to be done before birth. He couldn't stand the thought of not being able to control someone that could sense when they were about to be attacked. Perhaps he was going in over his head. . .
***a/n: Hey! You wanna know why I made Brock's last name Shale? Well, I think that Slate is tooooooo Flinstones. There was NO WAY I was using that. I like Harrison, but it has nothing to do with him, and most Pokémon last names have to do with the person in some way. Shale is cool sounding. It's a rock, but it's not something hideously obvious, in my opinion. In the next part--more training flashback, and more of everyone else. The big questions: what exactly is going to happen to Brock when the catalyst is done taking its effect? Who is the good experiment? Will all of the assassin trainees be afraid of Brock and Gary, or will they want to kill them? I know I posted this before, but then I realized that I didn't put enough info in it. Before it seemed like the shots were making Brock turn evil, but he's just having a bad reaction to them. And he's *not* turning into a pokémon, that's overdone. I mean, I've read good they turn part pokémon stories, but this ain't one of them. I think that would be too easy to figure out from what's happening so far anyway. The catalyst is actually doing something else. But you should have gotten that much from the first part!! And what experiment gone awry before is Giovanni's nemesis?