Disclaimer: No I don't own Pokémon if you haven't figured
that out I'd like to have some of whatever you're on.
A/N This is my first attempt at a serious Pokémon fic so it
will probably suck. R&R if you want and let me know if I should continue.
Ash (15)
Misty (16)
Brock (18)
Jessie (22)
James (22)
Snake Bite
It was a
normal nondescript building in a normal nondescript industrial park on the
outskirts of Powder City. The outside
signage told the world that it was a medical supply company the truth was far
less glamorous. Inside there was indeed
medical equipment, however, not all was so engaged in the noble
profession. The name on the marquee was
just a front to cover the business' true purpose, the collection of Arbok
venom.
The
collection of Arbok venom is not a pretty picture. That is what the young man who was charged with that task
thought. He wore jeans and a black
sweater the latter to ward off the cold in the warehouse. The cold served a dual purpose some of the
stores required it in order to keep fresh the second reason was to keep the
cold blooded pokémon docile.
The young
man adjusted a purloined lab coat and snapped on a pair of latex rubber
gloves. Hanging off the loops of his
belt were an electric cattle prod and a short steel sword. He unhooked the cattle prod and gripped it
in his gloved hand while walking over to the cage that held the snake pokémon.
"Which one
first," he asked himself as the six reclusive reptiles slithered toward the
back of the cage. He pressed the button
of the cattle prod that, for a few brief seconds, made a snapping sound as
electricity jumped between the poles leaving the smell of ozone in the
air. "You," he said to the closest one
to him as he zapped the snake with the cattle prod, it fell down
paralyzed. After hooking the cattle
prod back to his belt loop the young man pulled the unconscious snake out of
the cage making sure to lock it behind him.
He dragged the snake onto an
autopsy table and placed its hood onto headrest. Placing a pair of goggles over his eyes the young man steeled
himself for the most distasteful part of the operation. He raised his sword over his head and
brought it down on the neck of the arbok with a sickening 'twack,' severing its
head from its body.
The tail of the arbok involuntarily
twitched as it was severed from the head.
The young man pushed the tail off the table and it bleed onto the
concrete floor leaving a trail into a nearby drain.
He wiped his brow as he removed his
goggles. The now bloodied sword rested
on the table that the snake's body so recently occupied. The young man picked up a scalpel and made
an incision along the jaw cutting into the soft flesh until he found what he
was looking for, the arbok's venom sack.
After quickly removing the venom
sack the young man poured the venom into a test tube and placed it in a test
tube holder. He then repeated the steps
for the other venom sack letting out a sigh when he had finished.
Suddenly the lights went out,
"Prepare for trouble!" a female voice called out.
"And make it double." a male one
followed.
"To protect he world from
devastation."
"To unite all peoples within our
nation."
"To denounce the evils of truth and
love."
"To extend our reach to the stars
above."
"Jessie."
"James."
"Team Rocket blast off at then
speed of light."
"Surrender now or prepare to
fight."
"Meowth that's right."
"W-who are you?" the young man
stammered.
"Doesn't anyone listen to the
motto?" James asked to no one in particular, " Weezing go!" James threw a Pokéball
and his Weezing came out ready for battle. "Weezing, smog attack."
"Weezing," the ball of toxic
chemicals said as it began spraying a haze of chemicals about the room.
The young man coughed and stumbled
looking around for the source of the attack until he felt something sharp poke
him in the back just below his right kidney. "I'd suggest you move along unless
you want to piss out your back," the male voice informed him.
They both stepped forward until
they came to the cage holding the arboks.
Standing next to the cage was a female with large red hair. "Who are you people and what do you want?"
the young man asked again somewhat more nervous.
"We're Team Rocket and we steal
rare Pokémon and you have something we want." The female open the cage that
contained the five remaining arboks. "Arbok come here," she commanded and one
of the five snakes obeyed and slithered out next to the female. "Char-bok," it
purred as she scratched it under the chin.
Motivated by the sword point in his
back the young man moved forward toward the female rocket pausing when the
point of the sword was removed from his back. Before him stood the female
rocket who eyed him suspiciously, "I suppose you want a full explanation as to why
we are here."
The young man nodded. "You see," she intoned, "you have stolen a
Team Rocket Pokémon. And," she placed her hand on his back then gave him a
mighty shove into the cage, "we don't like that."
The young man realized what had
happened when he heard the door of the cage slam shut and the arboks slithered
up to him. He reached to his belt to
grab the cattle prod and he shocked the closest arbok to him. The other three arboks attacked him at once
he shocked the first two but the third one managed to bite his arm before he
was able to shock it into unconsciousness.
He winced and held his arm where the bite mark was he looked up to Team
Rocket for help but the poison was all ready working on his system he could not
even speak to ask for help, slowly he passed out.
The female Rocket expanded four Pokéballs
and threw them into the cage shouting, "Go Pokéballs!" All four arboks were drawn into the balls
and then returned to Jessie.
"James," Jessie said, "four arboks
for the boss. He'll defiantly be pleased with us!
"What about him?" James hooked his
thumb over his shoulder at the unconscious young man.
"Leave him," Jessie's voice was as
cold as ice.
"I liberated a few papers from da
front office," Meowth said waving some paperwork around.
"Never mind that let's go, the boss
is going to want his newest pokémon." Jessie turned abruptly James and Meowth
followed.
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A couple hours later the young man
began to regain consciousness and crawled out of the cage. Jessie had either forgotten to lock it or
left it open deliberately. He attempted
to go for help but unfortunately for him his body was still partially
paralyzed. Slowly he crawled onto the
cold hard cement floor.
The poison had worked it way into his nervous system and had begun
to cloud his judgment. As he crawled
past the decapitated arbok the snake venom's hallucinogenic properties began to
kick in. His faculties started to
process the information his eyes were sending his brain through a haze of venom. He began to believe that the decapitated
arbok head was indeed a living snake with a full body. His terror mounted as he crawled backwards and
the rest of the snake's body came into view creating the impression in his
addled mind that two arboks were now after him. In his panic he pushed himself back against the incinerator. This action broke the natural gas pipe that
fed it and the gas began to escape making a hissing sound. To his brain it was the sound of two arboks
getting ready to exact their revenge even though they never struck the final
blow.
That blow was struck by the gas
that began to fill the warehouse until it reached the burning medical waste
still in the incinerator. At that
moment the warehouse exploded in a ball of flame.
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The next morning was warm and humid
an indication of what the rest of the day would bring. James and Meowth were seated at a table in a
small outdoor café waiting for Jessie who was off talking to the boss. James wearing a white t-shirt and khaki
shorts was trying to look like a tourist and not draw attention to the fact
that he was a Team Rocket member. He busied
himself by reading through the town's daily newspaper. Meowth read the headline regarding the
warehouse explosion, 'Gas Explosion Kills One.'
"It appears we have had a death
Jimmy," Meowth said nonplussed to James who merely nodded as he continued to
read the paper. "Do ya think they'll
trace it back ta us?"
"The paper says it appears to be an
accident. It should blow over in a
couple of days." James went back to reading the paper in silence. Meowth just
nodded as Jessie came back.
"The boss sure was pleased," she
said excitedly, "he gave us a two week vacation to recognize the work we've
done." Team Rocket's success had been
limited when they attacked Ash and Company, however, the pikachu wasn't their
only target and fortunately for Jessie and James their other pursuits were
often more successful otherwise they wouldn't have been Team Rocket members for
very long.
James put down his newspaper and
glanced at Jessie, instead of her Team Rocket uniform she was wearing a black
tank top that revealed her midriff and white shorts that barely covered her
rear end. James decided to play it cool
and went back to reading his paper.
"James did you hear me?" Jessie placed he hands on her hips annoyed
that James wasn't paying attention to her.
"Yes," James said without much
emotion, " two weeks. No having to shave body parts that men weren't meant to
shave."
"Hey, if I have to why shouldn't
you?"
"Because I'm a guy," James' head
was still buried in the paper.
"Will you two stop arguing personal
hygiene and take a look at this!" Meowth pointed to the papers that he had
taken from the warehouse. "It says here that five packages were being sent by
courier and that the couriers were Pokémon trainers."
"Pokémon trainers? Why would they use Pokémon trainers?" Jessie asked Meowth.
"How should I know maybe they wanted
a low profile transport and with Pokémon trainers going from here to there they
wouldn't be very easy to detect." Meowth clasped his hands together; "We could
make a pretty penny if we got a hold of that venom…"
Jessie smacked him with a fan, "You
treacherous cat! How would you like it if you had something someone wanted and
they just ripped it out of your body?"
"And what do you propose we do
Jessie?" James put down his paper again.
"I propose we go after these
trainers and take that venom back.
Meowth does that paper you took have the names of the trainers?"
"No just their descriptions,"
Meowth consulted the paper again. "Let's see; two trainers one male black hair
about 15 years old, one female green hair also about 15 years old. A single trainer, male, brown hair about 13
years old. Two trainers both male both
with blue hair both about 10 or 11 years old. A group of trainers one 17 year old female purple hair with a 1
year old, one 15 year old male blonde hair, one 14 year old female black hair,
and a 10 year old male red hair. Last group 18 year old male brown hair, 16
year old female red hair, and 15 year old male black hair. That's all the groups and they're all
heading to Snowy City." Meowth put the
paper back down on the table Jessie picked it up and looked at it.
"James I want to go after them." Her
voice was such that it left no doubt what his answer had to be. James could agree or suffer the consequences
emphasis on the suffer part.
"Ok Jessie," he sighed, "where do
we begin?"
END
CHAPTER ONE
Well that is the end of chapter one
comments, criticisms, should I continue? *Ducks tomato that has been thrown
his way* Well If you have anything to say or have suggestions I will
welcome them. While I do have the story mostly threshed out I am open to any suggestions
that I may be able to incorporate.
