Searching for Error
Chapter 2 - Only to Darken Further
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After buying my supplies, I had decided to make Evan a bit stronger by training him in the area around the cove. There were plenty of things I hadn't noticed when I was traveling through there in order to reach the gym. The tall trees utterly got rid of all the sunlight, so even when it wasn't night, the place was flooded with Hoothoots, Ghastlys, and Rattatas. It was filled with violent pokemon, and I quickly wondered just how we had gotten through there with the Rocket guide.
Evan, however, enjoyed it. Not that I didn't. I was rather impressed by the pokemon around there's need to kill every trainer in sight. The only thing he didn't like, was of course, the Ghastlys. Not being able to rip them up and have his yaps actually affect them really made him angry. That didn't matter. Wild Ghastlys usually ignore things that somewhat annoy them, so we didn't have too much of a problem with that.
In my own selfish and lazy way, I had thought Evan would have gained a few levels after being with other trainers, but as the guy said, no one could quite handle him. I couldn't really control him myself, but it made taking valuable things that aren't mine all the more fun with a pokemon that really enjoyed it. I mean, sure, I can't say I enjoy him freely doing more to me than he does to every opponent he faces, but I've made it clear that I don't actually care, and in the end I won't torture him somehow, because he's nice and powerful and I want to keep it that way.
After gaining a few levels so that Evan wouldn't somehow faint in the middle of a large project or mission that might be assigned later on, we headed out of the winding forest. There was no set path, so all the time we were weaving through it around trees in thin opening that just barely showed. The forest was rather luscious with plant life really. Off the trees, despite the lack of sunlight, were flowers blooming from ever branch. And I couldn't take a single step without stepping on another one.
Just like it had been the first time we were there, the forest was extremely long. I can't say I didn't get lost more than ten times, but at least it was great for Evan's training. Most of the area was mossy, and wet. Around every large stump was a patch of moss surrounding it, so it made the entire journey feel like it had rained for at least five hours before. Parts of the place I could tell that it was built on water, and some actual type of bog. I mean, that was after noticing an extremely steep hill leading down to more land and a nice little lake.
After walking for about an hour, Evan was at a fairly powerful, and we had found our way right outside of Indigo Plateau. I couldn't really remember much of the journey in the forest, but I wouldn't need to, that was the last time I would travel through it. I had put on some civilian clothes and painted the Rocket balls red and white, so not only did the "R" blend in with the top, but I would also look like a completely regular trainer.
I had managed to capture a HootHoot and Rattata. For obvious reasons, with a team of almost all normal pokemon, it was sort of hard to get a Ghastly. Eevee had learned Sand Attack a few levels before we decided to try and leave. HootHoot now knew Foresight and Peck as well, while Rattata, had learned Quick Attack, and Hyper Fang right before we got out. Luckily, the forest was a brilliant place to get pokemon that might slightly agree with a Rocket, with their violent ways.
Evan didn't really care about the new pokemon himself. He ignored them, and being the most powerful of the three, they stood away from him anyway. He generally now stayed out of his pokeball all the time. It was obvious that his opinion was that he was still free. Nah. Rocket pokemon are nice and captive. That's the fun of it.
I had deceived the other two pokemon into thinking I was nice, but I think they were starting to get confused with the fact I never used a single healing object on them, though I had picked at least a hundred berries. Why waste berries on a pokemon? They were all mine! Besides, a pokemon isn't any good if it can't stand without them, right?
Outside we had run into a convenient bunch of Nidoran males and females, Sentrets, Spearows, Dodrios, Poliwags, and Pidgeys. I had nine Rocket balls left, so it was to my advantage. I would be able to capture all of those, and still have two left. With a team like mine, I would impress trainers enough for them to respect me for half a second. God, what a feeling that was, particularly for a Rocket like me that's not supposed to be respected.
I looked at my fine team. HootHoot perched upon a tree, a sharp, orange beak, yellow, gleaming eyes, and brown, rugged feathers, as he stood upon one leg, sleeping in the daylight of the afternoon. Rattata, nibbling on an odd peace of fruit, free from his surrounding, purple and white fur, and his large, useful teeth cutting easily down to size with every bite of the fruit. Sentret, standing guard, glancing around carefully, and looking out for enemies, different shades of brown colorfully, striping his fur, an odd combination for Sentret fur. Spearow, talking to Evan in his own, incredibly annoying, squawking language, red, brown, and black feathers upon his entire body, fierce eyes staying in an unfriendly state that would never pass as long as he was mine. Dodrio, two playful and serious heads sticking out with long, black necks from a brown, ruffled body, two powerful and quick legs accompanying her. Poliwag, happily prancing about, searching for a pond, his liquid, blue skin gathered around a swirled stomach, a feather tail floating in air behind him. Pidgey, also perched, cleaning her feathers with care, a look of enthusiasm with the simple action.
The Nidorans I found the least needed, and I sent them to my storage system from Team Rocket. I figured all of them would become useful. Pidgey and HootHoot would be able to fly me at day and night once they evolved. Sentret could stand guard for police, or anyone unwelcome to Rockets. Poliwag would be very useful for water travel, while Spearow could actually agree with Evan and me. Alas, Dodrio with her two sides and quick feet could carry us across land with immense speed. Later, I would take out the Nidorans, and when they evolved, they would be valuable poison pokemon.
After training them to a nice extent, I walked into Viridian City. 'Maybe, if I challenge a few people, I would be able to steal their pokemon afterwards,' I thought to myself, grinning at the pathetic position of the city. I could see why Giovanni chose this city as the right place for a lair. It had a rather helpless feeling to it. The way it as arranged, the gym in a hard to access cove, the pokemon center, small, and simple. The pokemon mart, in the same section as the pokemon center, all sitting in an interesting little pattern. Just the way the buildings were shaped hinted a simple break in, with the windows leading pleasantly around each building, and the always-open style.
They would be extremely easy to deceive and attack. I stepped into the pokemon center and grinned. There were a heap of trainers there. I figured that most of them would be at least slightly powerful. I bet most of them had come there to face Giovanni, and he was the last gym leader, so I'd get a lot out of this. I sat down in one of the only spaces left there on a bench and smiled at the two people next to me, then nodded down to Evan, who jumped onto my lap and sniffed at the two people on the sides like he was a nice Eevee.
The trainer on my left grinned and stroked Evan. "Nice pokemon here. Are you new? This doesn't look like a common first pokemon, especially with those eyes," he commented, still petting Evan, who hinted annoyance but played along anyway. The trainer glanced up to talk to me. Evan slowly removed one of the pokeballs from the trainer's belt and allowed the ball to be hidden behind him. I picked up the pokeball quickly, dropping it into my backpack that I had purposefully left open so I could go through with this plan, and I could tell the trainer hadn't noticed, because he continued conversing.
'God, what a moron,' I thought, as I slipped a fifth pokeball into my open backpack I eyed his belt for another, but it wasn't in reaching distance for Evan. I sighed, and continued explaining to the guy about how Evan was my "Dad's Pokemon," making up things easily as I went along. Evan took a look up at me, making sure I noticed he couldn't get the last pokeball, and jumped onto my shoulder in a need to get away from the jabbering idiot.
I smiled and stood up. "Well, been nice talking to you, I have to go, planning on getting the Boulder Badge," I lied, and waved to the guy I had just stripped of his pokemon. We trotted out to Route 1 and sat back against a tree. "Time to see what this idiot's got," I told Evan, grinning at our fine new collection. I maximized the first pokeball and watched as the shape began to form after its release.
A brown head with two spikes on the back of it and determined eyes appeared. Its body was tall, and its sturdy arms ended in huge scythes. Giant scales upon his back stuck out for excellent protection, and long, powerful legs that had sharp claws at the end held the figure up. Ah hah, Kabutops. Quite well taken care of too. Kabutops took an odd look at me, confused. I grinned. I'd just lie to him about why he was there. I know, that was extremely careless of me, but oh well. I used an accent, just as the trainer I spoke to earlier did. That way, it would seem as if I was from the same area as the trainer, and that he might know me.
The Kabutops looked scared and hopped to the top of a tree with his flexible legs. He sat up there, trying to figure out what was going on. I released a shell like figure next. Horns topped the entire spiral shell, and blue, flailing, squid like legs stuck out of its body, round, alert eyes staring at us, just as confused as the last pokemon. Omastar. Two ancient pokemon, interesting collection, but Giovanni would be very satisfied.
I grinned at Evan. "Aerodactyl next, right?" I predicted to him, grinning. Lucky, this was a great collection. I threw out the next pokeball, after returning the other two. A gray figure shot through sky with the ray of light from the pokeball, a triangular spike at the end of his tail, and another spike upon its hard, rock back. Giant wings extended through the sky, and a pointed head with four sharp teeth in an open, calling mouth. Of course I was right.
Evan sat, pleased at our new catches, he bit my arm in his own affectionate way and laid down next to me. I released the fourth pokemon, and a sea monster like shape appeared. A large shell sat on her back, spiked all around. Four large flippers connected to her fit, blue body, leading up to a confident face with a horn to finish off the beautiful Lapras. Evan eyed them and yapped at me, now waking up to see the elegant water pokemon.
I returned her and threw the fifth pokeball into the air, catching it in my hand and then sending it back up. I repeated this a few times and then threw it towards the ground, waiting for the last and hopefully most powerful pokemon to come out. I mean, it seemed as if the pokemon got more powerful as I released them. I was wrong. I can only describe the next pokemon with two words. Large and round. His face was tired, and his gigantic stub of an arm laid on his resting belly, while his other one lay sprawled out on the ground with his huge feet. Snorlax.
"That's quite a change," I commented, Evan and I were wide-eyed at the lazy pokemon. It didn't look very strong either. It wasn't. I sighed and returned it. I didn't think Giovanni would be very impressed by this thing. I figured it was mine to keep. I doubted that it had even been awake enough to know who his last trainer was anyway.
Evan pranced to my shoulder. "Eevee, eve," he said. I, of course couldn't actually understand him, but we were a lot alike, so I knew what he was trying to say. Food. It was already 2:00 PM. I had been an official Rocket for about eight hours now, and still we hadn't eaten. I stood up and headed over to the pokemon center. I'd have to phone Giovanni and send him his new pokemon anyway.
I took a good look around the pokemon center when I got there. It was rather small for a pokemon center. It didn't have any trade or battle links. Upstairs was just rooming. I wouldn't stay there for the night though. There was a nicer Inn where I'd get my own room instead. There was a counter stretching all the way across the room, and a nurse standing pleasantly next to a machine, smiling. The guy from earlier was gone, luckily.
"Hey, you!" I heard a cry from the right of me and quickly glanced to the side. A boy about my age with blonde, combed hair, jeans, and a white T- Shirt with a Master ball on it ran up to me angrily. "I saw you steal that guy's pokemon with that Eevee of yours!" he shouted, his face red and raging. "That nice person's pokemon got stolen? My god, that's terrible! Besides, Evan and I would never do something like that!" I was generally a poor actor, so it must have rather easy for him to sense pure sarcasm in my lying voice.
He scowled, and the entire pokemon center now had their eyes on us. "Don't lie! I'll fight you right here and now! I know that person collects prehistoric pokemon, so you'll send out them now that they're in your belt!" he shouted. I grinned. I wasn't really afraid to blow my cover and admit that I did steal the pokemon, but that would really take away all the fun of deceiving them, and beating the heck out of them too, like I would this guy. "Well that's rather violent, now isn't it? Let's take it outside, say, Route 1? I have no prehistoric pokemon with me, only my brand new team. Anyway, how about this..if you win, I'll honestly give you every pokemon I have, but if I win, then your pokemon are mine," I proposed, still smiling. The over confident idiot quickly accepted.
We stepped into the weedy grounds of Route 1. I wasn't surprised by his first choice. A little seahorse pokemon was released, a long snout sticking out and three spikes on his head. A blue body and white striped stomach with tiny white little wing like flippers stuck out as well. His tail curled at the end of his body, the Horsea's eyes slanted. "Horsea, Smokescreen!" the idiot boy yelled.
I quickly reacted. "Evan, dodge and tackle," I didn't have to yell my orders. I didn't see how it changed anything the pokemon did. Evan charged at the enemy with utterly no mercy. The Horsea flew threw the air with the force of the tackle. "Come on! Now, Bubble!" he continued, trying to pretend he was a good trainer in his own idiot way. "Ah hah. Evan, you choice, maybe a few tackles will finish it off," I told him. Not maybe. The tackles did. Evan was too ruthless for them not to.
"Horsea! Grr..Swinub! Go!" he shouted back stupidly. I sighed and shook my head at his attempts to win. His pokemon were clearly very badly trained, the small brown pokemon with black stripes and a pig like snout. I took a glance at his belt. Only one other pokeball there was left. He really was a novice. After this, he'd be down to one pokemon. "Evan? Just, beat him up," I said carelessly. He wasn't worth any effort. Evan agreed with me, because with every swift tackle of his, he had a dull look on his face.
"Ahh!! Swinub! That's it, Wartortle!" His Wartortle was just a bit weaker than Evan, so this would be a lot harder, with a boulder hard shell, azure ears, and two blue marks on his body, the Wartortle began to battle. "Evan, give it all you have," once again, I found no need to shout and Evan took his time attempting to knock the enemy out. "Bite!" my opponent called out to clearly his strongest pokemon, and Evan found himself for the first time at a disadvantage. The two powerful pokemon traded tackles as the important battle continued.
I hesitated. "Evan. Stop attacking Wartortle, concentrate on the trainer," I said to him, now grinning. "You know what to do. Take the other pokeballs, and knock him out," I ordered, and in one hit, the trainer was on the ground. I quickly helped him by picking up the Wartortle's pokeball and returning him. It wobbled insanely, but I kept my hand around the crease, so that it would be much harder to break free.
"What are you doing! You did steal those pokemon! You're from Team Rocket!" the idiot finally figured out. I rolled my eyes and kicked his now scratched bleeding body to the side. "And I expect you'll tell someone? No, Evan. Now just how can we prevent that?" I asked my Eevee, smiling. Evan slowly stepped up to the body, then glanced up at me. I nodded. Matters sometimes have to get serious, now don't they?
The brown evolution pokemon bent down and extended his claw towards the throat. I sighed. Did Team Rocket really include killing actual people in the end? My smile had gone, and memories of my life before rushed through my head. I shook the thoughts out of my mind quickly and took another glance at the trainer who was nearing death, shouting out madly for mercy.
I blinked at the person, bent down, and pulled off his backpack, then picked up Evan. "Listen, I won't kill you if you don't tell anyone, okay? Next time I see you, you won't be so lucky, especially if you call the police," I took his pokegear from around his wrist and threw his weak little water pokemon back to him. "Make one false move for the rest of your life out and I'll slice you in half," I told him simply, and glanced around to see if anyone saw me. It didn't quite matter anyway, sinse I could simply kill them too.
I took another look at the body and realized the situation I was in. I wouldn't kill him. No, that would also put me in a bad position. But he was sure to tell somebody in the end, right? I glared at the guy once more and sighed. He had gone unconscious now, after Evan carelessly bit him a few times. I definitely didn't trust him. I sent out Aerodactyl. "Evan, can you convince Aerodactyl to fly to the Blackthorn police station with this guy and back to the Viridian Inn?" I whispered to Evan, who nodded as I put his backpack back on and slipped the Snorlax into his backpack.
I grinned as the Aerodactyl flew off with the trainer and Evan and I headed back to the Viridian pokemon center. The man I had stolen the prehistoric pokemon from was back. "I hear you stole my pokemon, what's going on? I can't even find them now," he told me angrily. "I know, actually, it was the boy who challenged me that stole them. He wanted to frame me. I just got him locked up in Blackthorn police station, and I believe you'll be able to find some of the pokemon stolen from you there if you try. The rest, have been lost, sadly," I explained to him. Once again, a poor lie. But idiots like these can believe anything, right? He nodded and I saw him walk over to the PC to withdraw a flying pokemon so he could get there quickly.
After he left, I got a room in an Inn and deposited Omastar and Kabutops in Giovanni's box under my name. I grinned. I was sure to get some type of promotion for that. I glanced at Evan and let out my other pokemon. I didn't mind having them out in the room. They'd like me more that way. From what I've studied, pokemon obey more if they like the trainer. They also grow more quickly.
I sighed and allowed my eyes to close under the night sky. I had trained my pokemon before I went to sleep, so I didn't have much to worry about. The thoughts of the day passed through my bored and unsatisfied mind. "I should've killed him," I muttered to myself as I fell asleep. Evan curled up beside me, and my unconscious thoughts judged the day ruthlessly. At least I would keep the Aerodactyl.
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Wow, I already have 3 reviews! Thanks for all the nice comments, I really appreciate it! Anyway, I'll continue with this, and I hope you enjoy this chapter too. I'm not sure if it's as good though. And, I still don't own pokemon. Sadly.
After buying my supplies, I had decided to make Evan a bit stronger by training him in the area around the cove. There were plenty of things I hadn't noticed when I was traveling through there in order to reach the gym. The tall trees utterly got rid of all the sunlight, so even when it wasn't night, the place was flooded with Hoothoots, Ghastlys, and Rattatas. It was filled with violent pokemon, and I quickly wondered just how we had gotten through there with the Rocket guide.
Evan, however, enjoyed it. Not that I didn't. I was rather impressed by the pokemon around there's need to kill every trainer in sight. The only thing he didn't like, was of course, the Ghastlys. Not being able to rip them up and have his yaps actually affect them really made him angry. That didn't matter. Wild Ghastlys usually ignore things that somewhat annoy them, so we didn't have too much of a problem with that.
In my own selfish and lazy way, I had thought Evan would have gained a few levels after being with other trainers, but as the guy said, no one could quite handle him. I couldn't really control him myself, but it made taking valuable things that aren't mine all the more fun with a pokemon that really enjoyed it. I mean, sure, I can't say I enjoy him freely doing more to me than he does to every opponent he faces, but I've made it clear that I don't actually care, and in the end I won't torture him somehow, because he's nice and powerful and I want to keep it that way.
After gaining a few levels so that Evan wouldn't somehow faint in the middle of a large project or mission that might be assigned later on, we headed out of the winding forest. There was no set path, so all the time we were weaving through it around trees in thin opening that just barely showed. The forest was rather luscious with plant life really. Off the trees, despite the lack of sunlight, were flowers blooming from ever branch. And I couldn't take a single step without stepping on another one.
Just like it had been the first time we were there, the forest was extremely long. I can't say I didn't get lost more than ten times, but at least it was great for Evan's training. Most of the area was mossy, and wet. Around every large stump was a patch of moss surrounding it, so it made the entire journey feel like it had rained for at least five hours before. Parts of the place I could tell that it was built on water, and some actual type of bog. I mean, that was after noticing an extremely steep hill leading down to more land and a nice little lake.
After walking for about an hour, Evan was at a fairly powerful, and we had found our way right outside of Indigo Plateau. I couldn't really remember much of the journey in the forest, but I wouldn't need to, that was the last time I would travel through it. I had put on some civilian clothes and painted the Rocket balls red and white, so not only did the "R" blend in with the top, but I would also look like a completely regular trainer.
I had managed to capture a HootHoot and Rattata. For obvious reasons, with a team of almost all normal pokemon, it was sort of hard to get a Ghastly. Eevee had learned Sand Attack a few levels before we decided to try and leave. HootHoot now knew Foresight and Peck as well, while Rattata, had learned Quick Attack, and Hyper Fang right before we got out. Luckily, the forest was a brilliant place to get pokemon that might slightly agree with a Rocket, with their violent ways.
Evan didn't really care about the new pokemon himself. He ignored them, and being the most powerful of the three, they stood away from him anyway. He generally now stayed out of his pokeball all the time. It was obvious that his opinion was that he was still free. Nah. Rocket pokemon are nice and captive. That's the fun of it.
I had deceived the other two pokemon into thinking I was nice, but I think they were starting to get confused with the fact I never used a single healing object on them, though I had picked at least a hundred berries. Why waste berries on a pokemon? They were all mine! Besides, a pokemon isn't any good if it can't stand without them, right?
Outside we had run into a convenient bunch of Nidoran males and females, Sentrets, Spearows, Dodrios, Poliwags, and Pidgeys. I had nine Rocket balls left, so it was to my advantage. I would be able to capture all of those, and still have two left. With a team like mine, I would impress trainers enough for them to respect me for half a second. God, what a feeling that was, particularly for a Rocket like me that's not supposed to be respected.
I looked at my fine team. HootHoot perched upon a tree, a sharp, orange beak, yellow, gleaming eyes, and brown, rugged feathers, as he stood upon one leg, sleeping in the daylight of the afternoon. Rattata, nibbling on an odd peace of fruit, free from his surrounding, purple and white fur, and his large, useful teeth cutting easily down to size with every bite of the fruit. Sentret, standing guard, glancing around carefully, and looking out for enemies, different shades of brown colorfully, striping his fur, an odd combination for Sentret fur. Spearow, talking to Evan in his own, incredibly annoying, squawking language, red, brown, and black feathers upon his entire body, fierce eyes staying in an unfriendly state that would never pass as long as he was mine. Dodrio, two playful and serious heads sticking out with long, black necks from a brown, ruffled body, two powerful and quick legs accompanying her. Poliwag, happily prancing about, searching for a pond, his liquid, blue skin gathered around a swirled stomach, a feather tail floating in air behind him. Pidgey, also perched, cleaning her feathers with care, a look of enthusiasm with the simple action.
The Nidorans I found the least needed, and I sent them to my storage system from Team Rocket. I figured all of them would become useful. Pidgey and HootHoot would be able to fly me at day and night once they evolved. Sentret could stand guard for police, or anyone unwelcome to Rockets. Poliwag would be very useful for water travel, while Spearow could actually agree with Evan and me. Alas, Dodrio with her two sides and quick feet could carry us across land with immense speed. Later, I would take out the Nidorans, and when they evolved, they would be valuable poison pokemon.
After training them to a nice extent, I walked into Viridian City. 'Maybe, if I challenge a few people, I would be able to steal their pokemon afterwards,' I thought to myself, grinning at the pathetic position of the city. I could see why Giovanni chose this city as the right place for a lair. It had a rather helpless feeling to it. The way it as arranged, the gym in a hard to access cove, the pokemon center, small, and simple. The pokemon mart, in the same section as the pokemon center, all sitting in an interesting little pattern. Just the way the buildings were shaped hinted a simple break in, with the windows leading pleasantly around each building, and the always-open style.
They would be extremely easy to deceive and attack. I stepped into the pokemon center and grinned. There were a heap of trainers there. I figured that most of them would be at least slightly powerful. I bet most of them had come there to face Giovanni, and he was the last gym leader, so I'd get a lot out of this. I sat down in one of the only spaces left there on a bench and smiled at the two people next to me, then nodded down to Evan, who jumped onto my lap and sniffed at the two people on the sides like he was a nice Eevee.
The trainer on my left grinned and stroked Evan. "Nice pokemon here. Are you new? This doesn't look like a common first pokemon, especially with those eyes," he commented, still petting Evan, who hinted annoyance but played along anyway. The trainer glanced up to talk to me. Evan slowly removed one of the pokeballs from the trainer's belt and allowed the ball to be hidden behind him. I picked up the pokeball quickly, dropping it into my backpack that I had purposefully left open so I could go through with this plan, and I could tell the trainer hadn't noticed, because he continued conversing.
'God, what a moron,' I thought, as I slipped a fifth pokeball into my open backpack I eyed his belt for another, but it wasn't in reaching distance for Evan. I sighed, and continued explaining to the guy about how Evan was my "Dad's Pokemon," making up things easily as I went along. Evan took a look up at me, making sure I noticed he couldn't get the last pokeball, and jumped onto my shoulder in a need to get away from the jabbering idiot.
I smiled and stood up. "Well, been nice talking to you, I have to go, planning on getting the Boulder Badge," I lied, and waved to the guy I had just stripped of his pokemon. We trotted out to Route 1 and sat back against a tree. "Time to see what this idiot's got," I told Evan, grinning at our fine new collection. I maximized the first pokeball and watched as the shape began to form after its release.
A brown head with two spikes on the back of it and determined eyes appeared. Its body was tall, and its sturdy arms ended in huge scythes. Giant scales upon his back stuck out for excellent protection, and long, powerful legs that had sharp claws at the end held the figure up. Ah hah, Kabutops. Quite well taken care of too. Kabutops took an odd look at me, confused. I grinned. I'd just lie to him about why he was there. I know, that was extremely careless of me, but oh well. I used an accent, just as the trainer I spoke to earlier did. That way, it would seem as if I was from the same area as the trainer, and that he might know me.
The Kabutops looked scared and hopped to the top of a tree with his flexible legs. He sat up there, trying to figure out what was going on. I released a shell like figure next. Horns topped the entire spiral shell, and blue, flailing, squid like legs stuck out of its body, round, alert eyes staring at us, just as confused as the last pokemon. Omastar. Two ancient pokemon, interesting collection, but Giovanni would be very satisfied.
I grinned at Evan. "Aerodactyl next, right?" I predicted to him, grinning. Lucky, this was a great collection. I threw out the next pokeball, after returning the other two. A gray figure shot through sky with the ray of light from the pokeball, a triangular spike at the end of his tail, and another spike upon its hard, rock back. Giant wings extended through the sky, and a pointed head with four sharp teeth in an open, calling mouth. Of course I was right.
Evan sat, pleased at our new catches, he bit my arm in his own affectionate way and laid down next to me. I released the fourth pokemon, and a sea monster like shape appeared. A large shell sat on her back, spiked all around. Four large flippers connected to her fit, blue body, leading up to a confident face with a horn to finish off the beautiful Lapras. Evan eyed them and yapped at me, now waking up to see the elegant water pokemon.
I returned her and threw the fifth pokeball into the air, catching it in my hand and then sending it back up. I repeated this a few times and then threw it towards the ground, waiting for the last and hopefully most powerful pokemon to come out. I mean, it seemed as if the pokemon got more powerful as I released them. I was wrong. I can only describe the next pokemon with two words. Large and round. His face was tired, and his gigantic stub of an arm laid on his resting belly, while his other one lay sprawled out on the ground with his huge feet. Snorlax.
"That's quite a change," I commented, Evan and I were wide-eyed at the lazy pokemon. It didn't look very strong either. It wasn't. I sighed and returned it. I didn't think Giovanni would be very impressed by this thing. I figured it was mine to keep. I doubted that it had even been awake enough to know who his last trainer was anyway.
Evan pranced to my shoulder. "Eevee, eve," he said. I, of course couldn't actually understand him, but we were a lot alike, so I knew what he was trying to say. Food. It was already 2:00 PM. I had been an official Rocket for about eight hours now, and still we hadn't eaten. I stood up and headed over to the pokemon center. I'd have to phone Giovanni and send him his new pokemon anyway.
I took a good look around the pokemon center when I got there. It was rather small for a pokemon center. It didn't have any trade or battle links. Upstairs was just rooming. I wouldn't stay there for the night though. There was a nicer Inn where I'd get my own room instead. There was a counter stretching all the way across the room, and a nurse standing pleasantly next to a machine, smiling. The guy from earlier was gone, luckily.
"Hey, you!" I heard a cry from the right of me and quickly glanced to the side. A boy about my age with blonde, combed hair, jeans, and a white T- Shirt with a Master ball on it ran up to me angrily. "I saw you steal that guy's pokemon with that Eevee of yours!" he shouted, his face red and raging. "That nice person's pokemon got stolen? My god, that's terrible! Besides, Evan and I would never do something like that!" I was generally a poor actor, so it must have rather easy for him to sense pure sarcasm in my lying voice.
He scowled, and the entire pokemon center now had their eyes on us. "Don't lie! I'll fight you right here and now! I know that person collects prehistoric pokemon, so you'll send out them now that they're in your belt!" he shouted. I grinned. I wasn't really afraid to blow my cover and admit that I did steal the pokemon, but that would really take away all the fun of deceiving them, and beating the heck out of them too, like I would this guy. "Well that's rather violent, now isn't it? Let's take it outside, say, Route 1? I have no prehistoric pokemon with me, only my brand new team. Anyway, how about this..if you win, I'll honestly give you every pokemon I have, but if I win, then your pokemon are mine," I proposed, still smiling. The over confident idiot quickly accepted.
We stepped into the weedy grounds of Route 1. I wasn't surprised by his first choice. A little seahorse pokemon was released, a long snout sticking out and three spikes on his head. A blue body and white striped stomach with tiny white little wing like flippers stuck out as well. His tail curled at the end of his body, the Horsea's eyes slanted. "Horsea, Smokescreen!" the idiot boy yelled.
I quickly reacted. "Evan, dodge and tackle," I didn't have to yell my orders. I didn't see how it changed anything the pokemon did. Evan charged at the enemy with utterly no mercy. The Horsea flew threw the air with the force of the tackle. "Come on! Now, Bubble!" he continued, trying to pretend he was a good trainer in his own idiot way. "Ah hah. Evan, you choice, maybe a few tackles will finish it off," I told him. Not maybe. The tackles did. Evan was too ruthless for them not to.
"Horsea! Grr..Swinub! Go!" he shouted back stupidly. I sighed and shook my head at his attempts to win. His pokemon were clearly very badly trained, the small brown pokemon with black stripes and a pig like snout. I took a glance at his belt. Only one other pokeball there was left. He really was a novice. After this, he'd be down to one pokemon. "Evan? Just, beat him up," I said carelessly. He wasn't worth any effort. Evan agreed with me, because with every swift tackle of his, he had a dull look on his face.
"Ahh!! Swinub! That's it, Wartortle!" His Wartortle was just a bit weaker than Evan, so this would be a lot harder, with a boulder hard shell, azure ears, and two blue marks on his body, the Wartortle began to battle. "Evan, give it all you have," once again, I found no need to shout and Evan took his time attempting to knock the enemy out. "Bite!" my opponent called out to clearly his strongest pokemon, and Evan found himself for the first time at a disadvantage. The two powerful pokemon traded tackles as the important battle continued.
I hesitated. "Evan. Stop attacking Wartortle, concentrate on the trainer," I said to him, now grinning. "You know what to do. Take the other pokeballs, and knock him out," I ordered, and in one hit, the trainer was on the ground. I quickly helped him by picking up the Wartortle's pokeball and returning him. It wobbled insanely, but I kept my hand around the crease, so that it would be much harder to break free.
"What are you doing! You did steal those pokemon! You're from Team Rocket!" the idiot finally figured out. I rolled my eyes and kicked his now scratched bleeding body to the side. "And I expect you'll tell someone? No, Evan. Now just how can we prevent that?" I asked my Eevee, smiling. Evan slowly stepped up to the body, then glanced up at me. I nodded. Matters sometimes have to get serious, now don't they?
The brown evolution pokemon bent down and extended his claw towards the throat. I sighed. Did Team Rocket really include killing actual people in the end? My smile had gone, and memories of my life before rushed through my head. I shook the thoughts out of my mind quickly and took another glance at the trainer who was nearing death, shouting out madly for mercy.
I blinked at the person, bent down, and pulled off his backpack, then picked up Evan. "Listen, I won't kill you if you don't tell anyone, okay? Next time I see you, you won't be so lucky, especially if you call the police," I took his pokegear from around his wrist and threw his weak little water pokemon back to him. "Make one false move for the rest of your life out and I'll slice you in half," I told him simply, and glanced around to see if anyone saw me. It didn't quite matter anyway, sinse I could simply kill them too.
I took another look at the body and realized the situation I was in. I wouldn't kill him. No, that would also put me in a bad position. But he was sure to tell somebody in the end, right? I glared at the guy once more and sighed. He had gone unconscious now, after Evan carelessly bit him a few times. I definitely didn't trust him. I sent out Aerodactyl. "Evan, can you convince Aerodactyl to fly to the Blackthorn police station with this guy and back to the Viridian Inn?" I whispered to Evan, who nodded as I put his backpack back on and slipped the Snorlax into his backpack.
I grinned as the Aerodactyl flew off with the trainer and Evan and I headed back to the Viridian pokemon center. The man I had stolen the prehistoric pokemon from was back. "I hear you stole my pokemon, what's going on? I can't even find them now," he told me angrily. "I know, actually, it was the boy who challenged me that stole them. He wanted to frame me. I just got him locked up in Blackthorn police station, and I believe you'll be able to find some of the pokemon stolen from you there if you try. The rest, have been lost, sadly," I explained to him. Once again, a poor lie. But idiots like these can believe anything, right? He nodded and I saw him walk over to the PC to withdraw a flying pokemon so he could get there quickly.
After he left, I got a room in an Inn and deposited Omastar and Kabutops in Giovanni's box under my name. I grinned. I was sure to get some type of promotion for that. I glanced at Evan and let out my other pokemon. I didn't mind having them out in the room. They'd like me more that way. From what I've studied, pokemon obey more if they like the trainer. They also grow more quickly.
I sighed and allowed my eyes to close under the night sky. I had trained my pokemon before I went to sleep, so I didn't have much to worry about. The thoughts of the day passed through my bored and unsatisfied mind. "I should've killed him," I muttered to myself as I fell asleep. Evan curled up beside me, and my unconscious thoughts judged the day ruthlessly. At least I would keep the Aerodactyl.
I'm not quite sure if that turned out right, but I hope you enjoy anyway. Please review. It took me four hours to write this, but it was fun.