Chapter Two: It's Thieves Murder

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After having been restrained by the nurse until morning, Kenneth was permitted to leave, immediately making his way down the twisting corridors towards Madame Boss' office. When he reached the door, he knocked twice and was let inside, welcomed by a misty voice.

Madame Boss sat behind her desk, the only light in the room coming from a Persian, its red jewel giving off a crimson glow as Madame Boss' stroked it with her gloved fingers. Kenneth noticed a large wine bottle on her desk, and immediately began blushing when he noticed Madame Boss was staring directly at him.

He cleared his throat and spoke, his whispering voice barely audible over the Persian's loud growling. "Um, Madame Boss? I- I wanted to ask you about something…"

"And what would that be," she asked, twirling around in her chair as she took another sip of wine, allowing her long black hair to cover her face slightly.

"Well, after I got my blood drawn yesterday, I noticed something unusual…" He met his gaze with his boss' and she crossed her legs impatiently, her red heels matching that of her jacket clicking together as she did so.

"And what was that," she asked again, sounding as if she already new the answer to her own question.

Kenneth rolled up his sleeve, and flexed his wrist so she could see the R that had not even hinted fading since last night.

"Come closer," she said demandingly.

Kenneth did as he was told, and found his face mere inches from Madame Boss'.

"Let me see your wrist…" She took his wrist in her hand, and stroked the R, her cold leather gloves making Kenneth shiver.

"A- at first I thought it was a blood clot," he continued nervously, "But then I realized that it resembled the team's R…" He felt as if he were in some type of sci-fi movie.

She didn't speak, but instead continued caressing the mark on his arm. "I see," she said nonchalantly, her pale lips curving into a smile.

"S- so, what do you think I …" His voiced trailed off as Madame Boss stroked his wrist one last time, then proceeded to slam his hand on her desk, making him step back slightly.

"Listen boy," she said remorselessly, cupping his chin in her hand and tilting it back slightly, "You're Team Rocket's now." Being so close to Madame Boss, Kenneth could smell the scent of a strong perfume, only overpowered by the stench of wine emitting from her breath. He tried to step back, but as he began to pull away, she only gripped him harder, tracing down from his chin to his throat, her sharp nails protruding through her glove, making it increasing difficult for him to breath.

He gasped for air, but to no avail, for Madame Boss had completely circled his throat. And just as he was losing consciousness, she let him go, pushing him back unto the floor, as if disgusted. Kenneth tried to crawl his way to the door, but before he was in reach of the handle, Madame Boss' Persian leapt up and blocked the exit, its fur fraying as it arched its back and growled. Kenneth tried to crawl out of its way, but when he moved barely but an inch, the cat dug its claws into the carpet, ready to pounce if Kenneth attempted to reach the door again.

"Make a move and you're dead."

Kenneth turned his head slightly, his vision temporarily being thrown out of focus as the Persian's gem flashed in his eyes. And as his sight returned, he could see Madame Boss' silhouetted figure sitting on the edge of her desk, her wine bottle's rim brushing her lips slightly as she tilted her head back and drank, the last remains of the liquid trickling down the bottle's sides.

"So," she said, getting up and moving closer to him, "You want to know what has happened to you?" Kenneth didn't speak, but replied by weakly shaking his head, trying to cover his worried eyes. "You're the first person for my experiment to work on," she explained, circling the boy, looking like the Persian that mimicked her every move, batting its tail forcefully. She seemed to be talking more to herself than anyone, but nonetheless kept her steel gray eyes locked on Kenneth. She had stopped moving, but instead stood before Kenneth, her hands on her hips in what one might call a triumphant pose.

"An experiment," Kenneth asked, his eyes widening in shock. "I wasn't told anything about an experiment."

"You weren't?" Madame Boss gasped, her face lighting up in mock surprise. She brought her hand up to her face and giggled. "Oh silly me. I must have forgotten to mention it…"

"What did you do to me?!" Kenneth breathed, his voice rising with every murmur of a heartbeat his chest emitted.

Madame Boss laughed again, her cat pokemon entwining with her legs, its fangs dripping with saliva.

"Tell me something, boy," she said, after her fits of laughter had finally ended. "You're in this for the money, are you not? My sources tell me that you are indeed born into a very rich family. Perhaps thirsty for more wealth?"

"I-I don't know…"

"Listen to me. You're just the kind…" she paused, looking somewhat resentful, "that Team Rocket wants. You're very greedy, no doubt. You'll have no problem in stealing from others and from what I cant tell, you're in this just for more money. Because you want to, not because you have to. Those types produce the best workers." She glared at him, causing him to wince. "Heartless."

"So," Dr. Moore said, ruffling his hair in confusion, "I'm supposed to do what with it?" His eyes widened in shock as he heard the lead scientist's raspy voice through the receiver of the telephone. "I-It did? It finally worked? She said so? Okay, I'll get on it right away." He hung up the black phone slowly, still shocked at the news. It had finally worked. Madame Boss' Blood Engraver Project had finally worked.

Please review. Please.... Well, in any case, I'll have chapter three up soon. Just to let you know, this fanfic as been extremely difficult for me, forcing me to write timelines and such. I did indeed write myself into a corner. So reviews would really be appreciated.

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