Seeing as I haven't updated for ages here's chapter 3 as well. . .and no I
don't own Pokémon. . .I own Digimon! *runs away from lawyer*
The Pokémon Masters
Chapter 3
Mark must have been sleeping for about three hours before finally waking up to Eevee dribbling on the covers beside him. The little brown Pokémon's bright eyes were fixed upon him and Mark picked his friend up.
"Look what you've done to the duvet, Eevee," he sighed, pointing to the wet patch of saliva. Eevee often had trouble controlling his saliva at the moment as he was teething and quite literally 'couldn't always keep his mouth shut'. As he went to the door he realised it was locked and began to panic.
"Nurse Joy? Nick?" He banged the door with his fists while Eevee threw himself at it furiously. No one came after five minutes so he decided to stop - obviously it was not having an effect. Mark was angry - he trusted these people and they had locked him up.and in a girl's room! He lay down on the bed again with lack of anything else better to do and did not arouse until several minutes when the door opened.
"Nurse Joy? Why did you lock me in? A-"
"You've been reported missing, Mark," she said, "And they suspect you're here."
"Why would they think that?"
"We've been found lodging runaways before," said Nick, appearing behind his wife, "As well as homeless people and so called criminals that were wanted for crimes they didn't commit."
"They know I've run away?"
"No, they think you've been kidnapped," said Joy, "But they have to consider all possibilities."
"Well I don't trust the police," said Nick, "If it was our Joy missing I'd be out looking for her myself."
"No doubt I'll be in all the papers," grumbled Mark, "Dad always makes such a fuss about things and the paparazzi are always about, even if it is sixteen years since he won the league."
"Your father is a good trainer though," said Joy, "I wasn't much younger than him when he won the league and then I realised that even though I was young could do anything if I really wanted to. Then I passed my medical exams and met the man of my dreams."
"And who was that? I'd love to know," said Nick, a sly smile on his thin face.
"Can I go out?" Mark asked, clutching Eevee, "Eevee and I both need fresh air."
"You'll get caught," said Nick, "Especially if you have your eyes on view like that."
"Can I wear a balaclava then? It doesn't cover my eyes I know.but."
"That won't look suspicious at all will it?"
"Well it is quite cold," Joy argued, "Some kids are wearing them."
"Yeah - Rocket kids," he coughed, "I'll go out and have a look around. See if I can find Jay. He'll take you through the forest and to Pewter where most folk are neutral. It's probably the only Rocket-free city for miles."
"Right," said Mark, nodding and agreeing. He took Eevee from the ground and set him in his lap, trying out some Pokemon hair-care products on his fur. Needless to say, this wasn't very effective due to the extreme shortness of Eevee's fur and Eevee jumped down, not amused. He was quite a proud Pokemon, probably partly because of growing up in the Ketchum Household. When Nurse Joy went downstairs after her husband he lay back on the bed, in what looked like a comfortable position but regardless, he was far from relaxed.
His father would want him back, even if he didn't want him and he would make sure his son returned. At least that was what he thought - he forgot that Mark could be just as stubborn as he could, even if a little more cool- headed. Mark was desperate to keep as far away from Pallet Town as he could and as he had said to Professor Oak, he would find Gary. Perhaps there had been a reason for his dislike of his father, and Mark was going to find it. As he thought about it more and more, he realised that no one really talked about the missing man other than May and occasionally Professor Oak. Grandma Delia had once mentioned him in a somewhat nasty manner, as she was overly smitten with her son and bore strong hatred for anyone who wronged him in any way.
Mark didn't like Grandma Delia. She made him feel.nervous. She expected him to be exactly as his father, when all he wanted was to be the opposite and always seemed to favour Isabelle above him, particularly after his refusal to become a Pokemon trainer. Delia didn't seem to get on with Misty terribly well either and Mark was not foolish or naïve enough to not realise this. It was true that some mothers got on worse with their daughters-in-law than Delia did with Misty, but there were also those who got on better.
Mark didn't know whom Ash's father and his grandfather was. Delia had no partner living with her and even Ash didn't know who his father was. Mark had once heard Misty say in an argument that she even doubted that Delia knew. At this point he had let out a snort which resulted in getting sent to his room, yet again. It was a popular punishment from his father in their house.
It was hours before Nick finally returned and Joy had been having trouble trying to phone him, despite his mobile being switched on and not engaged. It was probably Pokémon sending her the strange signals Mark heard coming from the phone, or possibly the trees, had he been in or near Viridian Forest at the time. When he finally returned he brought with him a man clad in black leather with messy brown hair who was obviously the man 'Jay' whom he had spoken of earlier. Jay was from Pewter City and earned his money by selling brews and potions made from ingredients in Viridian Forest. Mark supposed it was why he spent so much time there and knew the forest so well.
"This is the boy then," Jay said, his eyes cold and voice expressionless.
"Yeah," Nick replied, "He needs to go to Pewter as soon as possible. Try to avoid taking him along the main paths in the forest. The Rockets don't know the other ways around the forest - they'd get lost and s they probably won't take the chance."
"Right," Jay said, his tone still laced with ice. He beckoned to Mark and the ginger haired boy followed him, Eevee on his shoulder.
"Good luck," said Nick, and Nurse Joy waved, looking a lot more encouraging than she (or any of them) felt. Jay took Mark around the back of the Pokemon Centre to a black and silver motorcycle.
"Here," he said, thrusting a black helmet at Mark whilst pulling on his own, "Do you have a pokéball for that?" He pointed to Eevee.
"Eevee doesn't like being in pokéballs," said Mark. He was starting to like this man less every time they spoke.
"Well in that case you'll have to hold onto him very tight." Jay got onto the motorcycle; "You'd better get on then. We haven't got that much time." Mark mounted the motorcycle, awkwardly squashing Eevee between himself and Jay and they took off quickly. It was a lot faster than Mark had thought, and a lot faster than he had wished it to be. He didn't feel unwell as such but very vulnerable.
It seemed no time before they reached the forest and when they did time seemed to slow down a lot more, particularly after the motorcycle got stuck in a bog.
"Grimers." Jay wasn't too pleased, "Bloody creatures. Good companions, but they make such a mess." He examined the motorcycles front wheel closely, "I guess we'll have to carry on by foot. Even if we did get it out the tyre's flat.Oh my God." Mark was just as shocked when he saw what Jay had seen. A butchered body lay just beneath the surface of this mud-ridden area. Jay pulled it out after touching it gently with his foot, only to find another body underneath it - a Pokemon's - which he fished out. It was not in a better state - smothered in blood, slime and mud it was barely recognisable as a Jolteon, just as the female trainer's body was barely recognisable as Isabelle Ketchum, but Mark could identify the body, much to his horror.
"Rockets," Jay said bitterly, "They got my family too. I'm the only left of the Hookers."
"Why'd they want to do something like this?" Mark asked, angry at whoever his sister's killer may be.
"She's a Ketchum," said Jay, "Ketchums and Oaks are the main targets for their murdering games. There's a big debate going on in the Rocket HQ about whether they should go searching for Gary Oak or not."
"So.does that mean the Rockets didn't kill him?"
"It certainly seemed that way. I think that if he is dead, his killer was someone he knew. Gary Oak had more sense than to go wandering in a place ridden with Rockets, even if their reputation back then wasn't anything compared to what it is now. No.someone he knew." "My father?" Mark managed to whisper in the eerie silence. Jay shook his head. "After winning the League and getting all that publicity? Nah - he wouldn't have had the chance, and I seriously doubt he would kill his rival.no. He would rather see him suffer his loss."
"Did you know Gary Oak?" Mark was trying to make conversation to keep him from looking at his sister's body. He appeared unconcerned but even though he had hated Isabelle, he had secretly loved her too. After all, she was his sister, even if a bad one and her Jolteon had been Eevee's brother. Knowing this, Mark had shielded his Pokemon's eyes with his hand.
"We've met," Jay said, as though he didn't like Gary or want to talk about him any longer, "We should continue now or it shall get dark."
"It is dark," said Mark.
"But it is daytime. Viridian Forest is no place to wander within the night. Strange Pokemon lurk in every shadow and Rockets prowl the grounds."
"What kind of strange Pokemon?" Mark asked as they began walking again.
"Evil Pokemon," Jay said, "No, I don't mean Dark type. These are evil Pokemon that do as they please and send strange signals and set up unknown traps. Even Rockets fear them."
As Mark thought about these Pokemon, his sister and Team Rocket, he wished he had never left home, but knew he could not turn back.
Aha! A murder. . .or is it? Please R&R and thanks to CoolFalco777 for reviewing ^_^
The Pokémon Masters
Chapter 3
Mark must have been sleeping for about three hours before finally waking up to Eevee dribbling on the covers beside him. The little brown Pokémon's bright eyes were fixed upon him and Mark picked his friend up.
"Look what you've done to the duvet, Eevee," he sighed, pointing to the wet patch of saliva. Eevee often had trouble controlling his saliva at the moment as he was teething and quite literally 'couldn't always keep his mouth shut'. As he went to the door he realised it was locked and began to panic.
"Nurse Joy? Nick?" He banged the door with his fists while Eevee threw himself at it furiously. No one came after five minutes so he decided to stop - obviously it was not having an effect. Mark was angry - he trusted these people and they had locked him up.and in a girl's room! He lay down on the bed again with lack of anything else better to do and did not arouse until several minutes when the door opened.
"Nurse Joy? Why did you lock me in? A-"
"You've been reported missing, Mark," she said, "And they suspect you're here."
"Why would they think that?"
"We've been found lodging runaways before," said Nick, appearing behind his wife, "As well as homeless people and so called criminals that were wanted for crimes they didn't commit."
"They know I've run away?"
"No, they think you've been kidnapped," said Joy, "But they have to consider all possibilities."
"Well I don't trust the police," said Nick, "If it was our Joy missing I'd be out looking for her myself."
"No doubt I'll be in all the papers," grumbled Mark, "Dad always makes such a fuss about things and the paparazzi are always about, even if it is sixteen years since he won the league."
"Your father is a good trainer though," said Joy, "I wasn't much younger than him when he won the league and then I realised that even though I was young could do anything if I really wanted to. Then I passed my medical exams and met the man of my dreams."
"And who was that? I'd love to know," said Nick, a sly smile on his thin face.
"Can I go out?" Mark asked, clutching Eevee, "Eevee and I both need fresh air."
"You'll get caught," said Nick, "Especially if you have your eyes on view like that."
"Can I wear a balaclava then? It doesn't cover my eyes I know.but."
"That won't look suspicious at all will it?"
"Well it is quite cold," Joy argued, "Some kids are wearing them."
"Yeah - Rocket kids," he coughed, "I'll go out and have a look around. See if I can find Jay. He'll take you through the forest and to Pewter where most folk are neutral. It's probably the only Rocket-free city for miles."
"Right," said Mark, nodding and agreeing. He took Eevee from the ground and set him in his lap, trying out some Pokemon hair-care products on his fur. Needless to say, this wasn't very effective due to the extreme shortness of Eevee's fur and Eevee jumped down, not amused. He was quite a proud Pokemon, probably partly because of growing up in the Ketchum Household. When Nurse Joy went downstairs after her husband he lay back on the bed, in what looked like a comfortable position but regardless, he was far from relaxed.
His father would want him back, even if he didn't want him and he would make sure his son returned. At least that was what he thought - he forgot that Mark could be just as stubborn as he could, even if a little more cool- headed. Mark was desperate to keep as far away from Pallet Town as he could and as he had said to Professor Oak, he would find Gary. Perhaps there had been a reason for his dislike of his father, and Mark was going to find it. As he thought about it more and more, he realised that no one really talked about the missing man other than May and occasionally Professor Oak. Grandma Delia had once mentioned him in a somewhat nasty manner, as she was overly smitten with her son and bore strong hatred for anyone who wronged him in any way.
Mark didn't like Grandma Delia. She made him feel.nervous. She expected him to be exactly as his father, when all he wanted was to be the opposite and always seemed to favour Isabelle above him, particularly after his refusal to become a Pokemon trainer. Delia didn't seem to get on with Misty terribly well either and Mark was not foolish or naïve enough to not realise this. It was true that some mothers got on worse with their daughters-in-law than Delia did with Misty, but there were also those who got on better.
Mark didn't know whom Ash's father and his grandfather was. Delia had no partner living with her and even Ash didn't know who his father was. Mark had once heard Misty say in an argument that she even doubted that Delia knew. At this point he had let out a snort which resulted in getting sent to his room, yet again. It was a popular punishment from his father in their house.
It was hours before Nick finally returned and Joy had been having trouble trying to phone him, despite his mobile being switched on and not engaged. It was probably Pokémon sending her the strange signals Mark heard coming from the phone, or possibly the trees, had he been in or near Viridian Forest at the time. When he finally returned he brought with him a man clad in black leather with messy brown hair who was obviously the man 'Jay' whom he had spoken of earlier. Jay was from Pewter City and earned his money by selling brews and potions made from ingredients in Viridian Forest. Mark supposed it was why he spent so much time there and knew the forest so well.
"This is the boy then," Jay said, his eyes cold and voice expressionless.
"Yeah," Nick replied, "He needs to go to Pewter as soon as possible. Try to avoid taking him along the main paths in the forest. The Rockets don't know the other ways around the forest - they'd get lost and s they probably won't take the chance."
"Right," Jay said, his tone still laced with ice. He beckoned to Mark and the ginger haired boy followed him, Eevee on his shoulder.
"Good luck," said Nick, and Nurse Joy waved, looking a lot more encouraging than she (or any of them) felt. Jay took Mark around the back of the Pokemon Centre to a black and silver motorcycle.
"Here," he said, thrusting a black helmet at Mark whilst pulling on his own, "Do you have a pokéball for that?" He pointed to Eevee.
"Eevee doesn't like being in pokéballs," said Mark. He was starting to like this man less every time they spoke.
"Well in that case you'll have to hold onto him very tight." Jay got onto the motorcycle; "You'd better get on then. We haven't got that much time." Mark mounted the motorcycle, awkwardly squashing Eevee between himself and Jay and they took off quickly. It was a lot faster than Mark had thought, and a lot faster than he had wished it to be. He didn't feel unwell as such but very vulnerable.
It seemed no time before they reached the forest and when they did time seemed to slow down a lot more, particularly after the motorcycle got stuck in a bog.
"Grimers." Jay wasn't too pleased, "Bloody creatures. Good companions, but they make such a mess." He examined the motorcycles front wheel closely, "I guess we'll have to carry on by foot. Even if we did get it out the tyre's flat.Oh my God." Mark was just as shocked when he saw what Jay had seen. A butchered body lay just beneath the surface of this mud-ridden area. Jay pulled it out after touching it gently with his foot, only to find another body underneath it - a Pokemon's - which he fished out. It was not in a better state - smothered in blood, slime and mud it was barely recognisable as a Jolteon, just as the female trainer's body was barely recognisable as Isabelle Ketchum, but Mark could identify the body, much to his horror.
"Rockets," Jay said bitterly, "They got my family too. I'm the only left of the Hookers."
"Why'd they want to do something like this?" Mark asked, angry at whoever his sister's killer may be.
"She's a Ketchum," said Jay, "Ketchums and Oaks are the main targets for their murdering games. There's a big debate going on in the Rocket HQ about whether they should go searching for Gary Oak or not."
"So.does that mean the Rockets didn't kill him?"
"It certainly seemed that way. I think that if he is dead, his killer was someone he knew. Gary Oak had more sense than to go wandering in a place ridden with Rockets, even if their reputation back then wasn't anything compared to what it is now. No.someone he knew." "My father?" Mark managed to whisper in the eerie silence. Jay shook his head. "After winning the League and getting all that publicity? Nah - he wouldn't have had the chance, and I seriously doubt he would kill his rival.no. He would rather see him suffer his loss."
"Did you know Gary Oak?" Mark was trying to make conversation to keep him from looking at his sister's body. He appeared unconcerned but even though he had hated Isabelle, he had secretly loved her too. After all, she was his sister, even if a bad one and her Jolteon had been Eevee's brother. Knowing this, Mark had shielded his Pokemon's eyes with his hand.
"We've met," Jay said, as though he didn't like Gary or want to talk about him any longer, "We should continue now or it shall get dark."
"It is dark," said Mark.
"But it is daytime. Viridian Forest is no place to wander within the night. Strange Pokemon lurk in every shadow and Rockets prowl the grounds."
"What kind of strange Pokemon?" Mark asked as they began walking again.
"Evil Pokemon," Jay said, "No, I don't mean Dark type. These are evil Pokemon that do as they please and send strange signals and set up unknown traps. Even Rockets fear them."
As Mark thought about these Pokemon, his sister and Team Rocket, he wished he had never left home, but knew he could not turn back.
Aha! A murder. . .or is it? Please R&R and thanks to CoolFalco777 for reviewing ^_^