Chapter 14
Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk
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Dale sneered at the scanner in his hand. The screen showed a regular buneary, nothing special. No odd markings no strange colors, no nothing. It was the same with the golbat, kid had garbage pokemon. He had hoped to snag something rare when he saw her strut out of the GTS with that smug look on her face. But he must have grabbed the wrong pair from her belt.
"Did you get a good haul this time?" Bill asked. The larger man was currently making a list of what they had brought in.
"No, just some commons." If the buneary had been female maybe he could find someone to buy it, but as it stood he wouldn't get more than a few bucks for either. Golbats were easy to get ahold of and bunearys were a skittish lot that didn't warm up to new people without effort.
"I know a butcher that won't ask too many questions." Chimed Hank, the lazy bastard was lounging on a crate of... whatever it was they stored here.
He grunted and tossed the balls into the box with the rest of their stolen pokemon. At least that orange kid had some decent pokemon, regional starters always sold well.
'Chased me down a city block for some trash' he set the scanner down and picked up his own pokeball. 'God I hate runni-'
His thought was cut off by the sound of a metallic clatter in the distance.
The three crooks froze, listening for anything else. This wasn't their building of course, it was just a very temporary hide out, two days tops, on the weekend when the place was empty. If one of the workers had swung by for some overtime they would have a problem.
"Hey" Bills hand thumped Dales shoulder as he whispered, "go check it out."
He huffed at the order but didn't bother arguing, they really didn't have time to if it was an employee and not just some stray bidoof.
He gripped his pokeball before quietly stalking forward through the many heavily burdened shelves. Wooden crates lined the metal frames around him as he creeped along. The walk ways were wide, most likely for the heavy lifting machinery to drive through and the shelving units were arranged in a vague grid pattern. Navigating this place was easy, and made heading for the noise an simple task. He stopped when he heard something other than his heart thumping in his chest.
Muttering, and the soft creaking of vinyl.
He strained his ear to catch the words but failed, however he did recognize the voice. He was confused by that, he was sure he had lost her in that crowded plaza. But if it was just some dumb kid trying to play hero then this would be alot easier.
In one swift motion he jumped out from the corner and released his seviper with a flash of white light. The long and scarred poison type flashing its fangs and tail blade in an attempt to intimidate its new foe.
His eyes met with the dimmed headlights of an inactive forklift.
"Oh, whats up dude!"
He snapped his head up and saw that kid again, with her odd blue haircut and denim jacket, sitting in the drivers seat. Heh, since its just the kid this would barely register as a problem. Just tie her up and throw her in a random closet for the workers to find. And he could get those other two pokeballs from her belt as well.
"I've got some great news, some idiot left the keys in the ignition!"
He barely had enough time to register what she said before an electric whirring filled the cavernous building. He and Seviper leapt out of the way as the industrial equipment jerked forward, its horn blaring all the while as the kid gleefully tried to run him over!
The heavy lifter careened into the shelves behind them with a horrible squeal of metal through wood as the two prongs on the front effortlessly peirced into a crate. Orange liquid from whatever random items stored inside poured out of the new holes into a hissing puddle below.
"This things got some pep!" She called out in apparent joy at her failed attempt at maiming him, "Hey, do me a favor and run around alot, I wanna play with this for more than a couple minutes!"
Yeah, he needed back up.
"HEEEELLP!"
"Oh don't be like that, one moving target's hard enough and you want more?" She said incredulously.
"Seviper, wrap!" He called out, hoping that she stayed stuck long enough to take down.
"Found the reverse!"
Guess not.
Metal scraped timber as the improvised combat vehicle shot back in a wobbly line, narrowly dodging the venomous reptile. She repositioned it to face him once again, the massive heavy duty bars of metal swinging like tusks, and slammed the gas.
He cursed and took off running down the length of the shelves, knowing full well she was gonna run him down.
'FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!'
His heart was a rapid fire machine gun, desperately trying to give his muscles enough oxygen filled blood to get away. Suprisingly he was still running and not a smear on the floor, he should have been flattend by now. Was she to much of a wuss to go through with it?
He felt cold steel jab into his back and crazed laughter ringing through his ears as the thing caught up inch by inch.
'Or maybe she was just playing with me first!'
If he could just make it to the end of the corridor, he could hide in one of the break rooms at the end. The forklift was far to big to fit through the doors. At least that was the plan.
But then back up arrived.
And subsequently slammed into him just a few feet away from the door.
The scream of sheet metal being ran through with steel filled his ears as he was pressed into the rest of his comrades. He was pinned on all sides as the prongs kept all of them from wriggling out of place. Stuck between a wall and over a ton of dangerous equipment that had stopped short short of crushing his ribcage, all three of them could do nothing but listen to the mad cackle of a little girl who had them dead to rights.
"Ho-Holy Fuck!" She choked out between fits of giggles and snorts, "That was, the most, three stooges shit, hehehehe, I have Ever seen!" She wiped the tears from her eyes as she tried to compose herself.
"Ok, so since you all proved to be my new bitches, Im-Imma call you Larry, Curly, and Moe." She pointed to Hank, Bill and himself as she said the new ridiculous monkiers.
"Seriously could you three get any- Iforgotaboutthesnake."
The blue and yellow viper was suddenly on her snapping and writhing as the two wrestled within the forklifts tiny caged cabin. Screams of panic and anger mixed with hissing and the clatter of what ever loose items happened to be inside echoed through the building.
In the panic of it one of them must have knocked the cart into reverse. The pressure suddenly released as the forklift shot backward like a clunky rocket picking up speed until it came to a very sudden stop via massive industrial shelf at the other end of the walkway.
A cacophonous crash rattled through the floor before the forklift pitifully whined and sputtered out its final breath. The two combatants tumbled out of the cockpit, the girl doing everything she could to avoid the shining purple fangs of her foe. Her hand fumbled about around her before gripping some red object that had been thrown to the floor in the crash. Seviper launched forward, in the perfect position to strike. But was stopped as she stiff armed the new found mankey wrench into their gaping maw.
Dale, now free, ran up as fast as he could, the others in a dead sprint behind him. Fuck going easy on this kid, in just under a minute she proved to be far more of a danger than he could ever expect a child to be. It was dumb luck that he decided to let out Seviper at all.
She stumbled away from the thrashing reptile into the strange liquid from the first crash. Her boot slipped out from under her as she came down and landed in the puddle of the mystery muck. She climbed to her hands and knees spitting out some that had gotten into her mouth.
"Gah! Orange soda is so much worse off the floor." A large set of sneakers entered her vision as Bill stood over her, crowbar in hand.
The two made eye contact. One a scared child, the other a hardened criminal. And before anyone could even say another word, a knife was plunged into the latters foot.
Dale did not like that she didn't have to break eye contact to do that.
Bill started hopping up on one foot and screaming in pain. She dashed forward as he slipped in the puddle and crashed into the ground with a fizzy splash.
I made to block her but she had already drawn a machete from her side and was swinging wildly with a horrific grin. I dove away as she ran past deeper into the warehouse.
Yelling "SUCK MY LADY DICK!" As she went.
Bill yanked the knife from his foot and tossed it aside with a clatter. Hank stared at the place we had last seen the brat. There was a weird and antsy calm as they tried to make sense of their current situation.
Finally Hank spoke up.
"What the Fuck just happened?"
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That went well! And then it went tits up. I can't even remember the last time I stabbed a guy, wait, yes I can! Daves house, with the whole dishrag fiasco. Never did get that knife back.
Aw fuck I left the one in Curlys foot too didn't I. I gotta start remembering to yank them back out. Oh well, I still have a machete, thats like a sword knife.
Alright lets take stock here. I have one big ass knife, two brand new in package pokemon, and whatevers rattling around my backpack. I've made bigger messes with less.
One of the guys is injured and another has a seviper. I assume the other guys have pokemon as well. Better find something to help with that.
I spied some small yet hefty looking crates on the top of a rack of nearby shelves. Those will do quite nicely, perfect for throwing at idiots.
I ran over and started climbing. Hand went over hand as I clambered up with skill and speed. Some nice features about this body, its young, lightweight, and full of energy, making this climb much easier than it would be in my 24 year old one.
I crested over the top to find a set of very white and very sharp teeth.
They seemed to be connected to a big black and grey wolf dog hyena thing. A mightyena. And it looked right pissed it did.
Red eyes glared back into orange as it growled with a low rumble, saliva dripping off of its fangs as its taught muscles twitched in anticipation.
"If you don't hurt me I'll give you a scooby snack."
My offer went off the table as its jaws parted and shadows gathered in its maw like a black hole.
"Two scooby snacks?" Oh this was gonna hurt wasn't it.
"HEY!"
I glanced down at the voice and saw the stooges gathered under me eager to catch my limp body after I was blasted. Fortunately I like to think outside the box. Where most would see blood thirsty criminals.
I saw landing pads.
I kicked off the top rung and dropped like a stone onto Larry. His thin frame crumpling under my weight as my boots impacted his shoulders. I tried to roll away, but it seems that the dog was just as dumb as its trainer. Because it fired its overcharged shadow ball at me.
While I was still on Larry.
The explosion rocked the ground and threw me into the shelves opposite of the stooges. My spine smacked into the metal and wood that was kind enough to catch me and I flopped onto the ground like a sack of wet sand. I ached, I was dizzy, I had lost my machete.
And I was laughing like an idiot.
That fucking thing just blasted those morons, with no hesitation. Did it even look down? Does it know what it did? Hehehehe, oh man. Never a dull moment.
Ok time to retreat for a few minutes. I forced myself to my knees, noting that the pain was already melting into a dull throb. I began crawling through the small gap between the shelf and the floor. I'm pretty sure if that boom didn't hurt me enough to down me, then they were probably still in for the count as well. I was almost entirely underneath when I felt something stomach sinking.
Hands gripping my ankles.
They dragged me back out as I clawed desperately to get away. I found no purchase in the smooth concrete floor and was unceremoniously pulled out and into the air. The room was upside down and the blood rushed to my head as I took in the sight of both Moe and Curly holding onto my legs with iron grips. Infront of me was Larry. And in front of him was the seviper, the mightyena, and-
"Really? A flaffy? I mean props for not choosing a stereotypical evil looking pokemon I guess. But no one is gonna take you seriously when your running around with something that pink and fluffy."
Larry groaned in annoyance, "Arceus, do you ever stop talking!?"
"Only on government sanctioned holidays." Thats not at all true, I jabber like an idiot on christmas every year. Also due to my machete being 'wherever the fuck' I seem to be out of options.
God I hope these new guys are agreeable.
I snatched the two remaining pokeballs from my belt and gave them a toss. White light flashed out and formed into two distinct figures.
One was a puff ball with bright orange eyes, and big leaf like ears. She hoovered in place looking around herself with clear distain.
The other was a little tan lizard dude with baggy skin around its legs resembling pants, and an enormous head. He glanced at the other pokemon curiously
"Yo, Cottonee, Scraggy, I'm your new trainer and if you guys help me out right now I'll buy you both double bacon cheeseburgers!" Nice of the stooges to just let me do that by the way, real good guys. Wish they would stop touching me.
Scraggy perked up at that and immediately dived at the seviper glowing head first with a enthusiastic cheer. Well, someones easy to bribe.
Unfortunately it seems to only be one of them. Cottonee turned her nose up at me, the snooty little thing.
Larry, apparently not chill with just letting this happen anymore, started calling out attacks.
"Flaffy zap the fuzz ball, Seviper use poison tail, Mightyena bite the runt when you can!"
No sooner said than done on Seviper and Mightyenas part, though their companion was a little slower to follow.
"Dodge it!"
Scraggy ducked the noxious glowing tail and jumped back into the fray with a low kick. Seviper grunted at the hit but weathered it well enough to concern me.
Flaffy let out a stream of electricty at cottonee, missing her by bare inches. Despite her earlier attitude, the new element of 'Something wants to hurt me' seemed motivating enough to spur her to action.
With a huff and a violent shake she started spewing leech seeds everywhere. On the flaffy, on mightyena, and seviper, on Scraggy.
On Moe.
My captor started panicking as vines suddenly sprouted all over him, the bur like seed pods clinging to him with foul intent. He let go of my ankle forcing Curly to bare my weight with his injured foot.
I wasted no time using my now free boot to kick Curly in the Jaw, knocking him stupid and loosing his grip on me. I dropped to the ground and scrambled back up. Moe was still preoccupied with the vampiric plants. I gave him a swift kick to his nuts as he was distracted with my heavy army boot. He crumpled like a wet paper bag.
Curly was just beginning to recover but his progress was stopped by my heavy backpack meeting his face due to an enthusiastic chucking from yours truly. Thats what they get for touching me. With two outta three good and distracted I checked on the battle.
It wasn't going great.
Scraggy was doing all he could to dance around Sevipers and Mightyenas attacks, occasionally getting clipped and slowing down from the vines. Fortunately they were being slowed down just as quickly by the same things, still it was a losing battle. Two on one is just bad odds.
Flaffy was still trying to blast Cottonee, who was throwing pink sparkling fairy winds in turn. Scorch marks marred her otherwise clean fur, but they were fading with each second, the multiple leech seedings feeding her stamina and health just as fast as the sheep could drain it. So at least she had a handle on shit.
With nothing better to do I made for a running quarterback style tackle at mightyena. If I can take some pressure off of Scraggy maybe he could turn the battle around.
Shoulder met canine as my stupid idea took the dog by surprise. Not for long however, even as we tumbled away from the fight I could feel a horrible and stomach clenching pain echo through my shoulder. Teeth sank through jacket and shirt, but I could still tell that I wasn't gonna get a scar. They didn't peirce the skin, thats interesting. Still hurt like fuck though.
I grabbed its face and dug at its eyes with my fingers, hoping to force it off of me, as I grit my teeth and weathered the pain. I glanced over to see scraggy still struggling with the fucking snake.
"Grah- USE SWAGGER!" I called out. I didn't wait to watch him bust some super powered dance moves and instead got my foot under Mightyena. With a strained movement I heaved the thing off of me, its teeth scraping and snagging my skin as it was thrown.
My eyes darted around for a weapon, anything to give me an edge. Speaking of edges, theres my machete! It was laying on the floor several feet away from me.
I awkwardly dash crawled towards it in hope of having something to even the odds a bit more. To my left I could hear Larry yelling at the snake to snap out of it, all the evidence I needed to know that it was confused thanks to my new glutton.
I reached for my big ass knife only to flinch back as a shadow ball blasted it away. The blade twirled through the air and landed with a metallic clatter. I looked back to see the dog back up and barreling towards me.
Ok maybe it wasn't entirely stupid.
I rolled on my back and dug through my pockets for anything. It leapt the last few feet, fully intent on tearing me apart.
Fingers wrapped around something heavy and rectangular. Recognition flashed through my mind and gave way to survival. I yanked the pókedex out of my pocket and flung the brick of tech as hard as I could.
"TECHNOLOGY IS AMAZING YOU DUMB MUTT!"
it soared the short distance like a tumbling rock and struck true, right between the eyes. I rolled back and coiled my legs quick as a shot and caught the bastard with my boots. I launched it off of me, like skipping a stone off a lake, and straight into the shadow ball damaged shelves. It careened into the metal with a rattle and a yip before falling at its base. Apparently those boxes I went for earlier weren't as secure as they should have been because they all came tumbling down, burying it in a pile of cardboard and failure.
"Bad dog." Heh, I've always wanted to use that line. I stood back up as quick as I could.
Alright, thats said and done, this isn't so hard, hope Scraggys doing ok. I turned back to the battle. Seviper still seemed to be confused if him using wrap on Flaffy was any indication. The serpent was thrashing its head back and forth as Larry yelled at it to stop.
Flaffy, apparently not super appreciative of the full body hug let loose a massive amount of electricity, frying the snake. The rope of coiled muscle went limp as its eyes changed to swirls. Out for the count. Alright things were looking up, maybe I could do this after all.
Moe, now recovered from his temporary affliction and most of the leech seeds torn off, dove at an unawares Scraggy and pinned him to the floor. Scraggy struggled but couldn't wriggle his way past the grown mans weight.
Alright, uh thats fine I can just-
The horrid roar of thunder echoed through the building, bringing down cottonee. Her defenses and healing strategy overwhelmed by the lucky shot from the thoroughly angered flaffy.
Oh. Ok in that case I'll just run and-
A ragged growl from behind stole my attention, I whipped around to find the mightyena already having dug its way out of the avalanche of merchandise.
Ah
Aaahhh Shit.
Curly and Larry stalked towards me. Curly producing a crowbar from his belt and Larry cracking his knuckles. I was surrounded, I had no weapons, no pokemon, and no backpack.
"Ok" uh, fuck. Gotta stall, "Um, top ten reasons you shouldn't assault a minor. Number five, will surprise you." It's gonna surprise me too cause I can only think of three, and I'm pretty sure 'it's illegal' isn't gonna convince these guys.
"Kid, you're in for a world of hurt." Said Curly.
"Oh my god, you even talk like cartoon villians." What a bunch of losers.
Then again the loser on the right was about to bash me with a crowbar. He raised the heavy metal tool into the air ready to work out some frustration on me.
He never got the chance too though because my favorite rabbit in the whole wide world streaked in out of fucking nowhere and delivered a flying jump kick into his jaw.
Curly hit the ground completely unconscious. Larry stumbled back from the flash of brown that had only just missed his face by inches and right into the path of an incredibly and uncharacteristically pissed off Luke who clung to him with his wings and bit into his face with a satisfying crunch. The muffled and panic screaming of the bastard sounded so beautiful to my ears right now.
I dove for the dropped crowbar as the click of claws behind me warned me of mightyenas approach. I scooped it up and turned to block it jaws as it pounced at me for the second time.
Fire, fists, and simian might crashed into it without remorse at the peak of its jump. The hit knocking it off course and into a limp roll. It didn't rise again.
In front of me stood quite the example of a monferno. Toned muscles strained against skin and vibrant fire poured from its tail. He gave me a great big tooth filled smile and slapped the ground in excitement.
I turned back to the flaffy only to see a dodou perched proudly on its unconscious body. One head was basking in its brisk victory while the other pecked curiously at the pink sheep underfoot.
"One enemy remaining" sounded off a little girl to my far right.
Lazuli and Citrine stood at the far side of the isle with a veritable battalion of pokemon surrounding them. Looks like I was right about their type preferences. Citrine had a crogunk, machop, and a shroomish holding a postion around him while Lazuli had a starly perched on her glove and Clock the noctowl resting comfortably on her backpack.
I stood up, exhausted. The damage, running and panicking catching up with me now that I was safe. Jack appeared on my shoulder, tensed and hissing madly at the man who was slowly letting Scraggy get up from the pin who leapt away at the first chance he got to guard an unconscious Cottonee. Luke landed on my other shoulder, done with his opponent, and hissed with fangs still covered in traces of blood.
My grip on the steel tightened as I stalked forward, the fire in my heart and fury in my bones giving me more than enough energy for a little vengeance. I saw Citrine following my example with a bit more vigor out of the corner of my eye.
"Uh, can I just surrender?" He asked, his voice wavering with fear.
I raised my new 'Fuck You' stick.
"In a minute."
And started swinging.
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I clicked through the seeming endless options provided by the pókedex, searching for anything that could be broken or glitched. Ultimately I found nothing, not even a scratch on the outer casing. I guess they build these things like old Nokia phones. Makes sense, trainers are a bit of a rough and tumble bunch, and these things need to hold up to alot of stress to gather enough data to justify handing them out.
My ride jerked forward a bit forcing me to steady myself.
"OI, no funny buisness! I want a smooth ride, not a fucking rollercoaster." I snapped. I was sore enough as it was, I didn't need them yanking me around like that.
A chorus of 'Yes ma'am' echoed back. Seeing as we now had our pokemon back and me and Citrine had our revenge, we found ourselves with quite the haul of stolen pokemon. So being model citizens we decided to take the stooges and the loot back to the nearest police station, where we would split the bounty money three ways.
Of course we weren't going to drag this heavy ass box of pokeballs ourselves. And while having Citrines machop carry it would work out fine, there was something just so satisfying about making the crooks drag it to the police themselves.
Also I decided that since I did most of the fighting that I would get to ride the crate. No one argued with me about that.
So three limping, grown and very busted up men were being led by two ten year olds while dragging a crate and an eleven year old down the sidewalk as our army of pokemon eagerly watched for any sign of trouble. Or in Jacks case, any excuse to crack a broken Moe with an ear.
'SMACK'
"YOW!"
Me and Citrine had messed Moe up pretty good as well. Hope theiven comes with decent dental insurance, cause he's gonna need it. Also that kid hits like a truck, maybe I should have sent him to take out the stooges afterall. He could have fist fought those pokemon no problem.
Lazuli did not join in on our violent fun, no surprise there.
Once the other two woke up and saw what their friend just been put through they fell into line pretty quick.
My friends were back, I had made some new human ones, I have two new fighters, I'm about to get paid for assaulting a bunch of adults, and I got to maim a guy with a crowbar. Over all I'd classify today as a win.
Now all I had to do was name my new bastards.
Cottonee was easy. She refused to listen to me, was snooty, disregarded everyone around her without a second thought and had only fought back at a perceived slight.
Karen fit quite nicely on her.
Scraggy was pretty easy too. His immediate agreement to fight for me at the promise of food reminded me of this guy from highschool. You could bribe him to do anything with a bucket of fried chicken. I personally put his services to good use with the task of sneaking ten wild raccoons into the principal's office. That was a good day.
And Mark was a surprisingly thin dude.
I lounged back on my uncomfortable throne of stolen goods and took in the city air. The sounds of cars and chattering of people passed by in the background.
Yeah, this town was still wonderful. Can't wait to get the fuck out of it.
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Alice Thorn
Apr 15
Team
Jack
Buneary
Moves: Pound, Foresight, Frustration, Sweetkiss, Defense curl, Baby doll eyes, Quick attack, Jumpkick, Shadow Ball
Ability Limber
Luke
Golbat
Moves: Absorb, Super sonic, Astonish, Bite, Whirlwind, Wing attack, Confuse ray, Air cutter, Swift
Ability Inner focus
Karen
Cottonee
Moves: Abosrb, Fairy Wind, Growth, Leech Seed, Stun Spore, Mega Drain
Ability Infiltrator
Mark
Scraggy
Moves: Leer, Headbutt, Sand Attack, Feint Attack, Swagger, Low Kick, Dragon Dance
Ability Moxie
890¥
In Box
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