I do not own Pokemon, any of the Pokemon species, Team Rocket, or Giovanni. Maya is my character though.
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Little Angel: Chapter 4
Threats
The Rocket agent who was whipping the Mewtwo's back heard someone step into the alley. He looked up and saw a young teenage girl with long black hair and angry green eyes step into the alley. She wielded a switchblade, and had a look of hate in on her brown face. He stopped whipping the young clone, who was now covered in deep, bleeding, scratches from the whip.
"Can I help you with something, little missy?" the agent asked in an annoyed voice.
"Yeah, you can step away from that Pokemon, before I beat your sorry asses!" the girl replied, anger in her voice.
"I'd like to see you try!" the first agent's partner said in a mocking tone.
The girl grinned, and ran at the agent that had been whipping Mewtwo's back. The agent went to trip her with his whip, but the girl easily dodged the whip as if she were playing a game of dodge-ball. She ran right up to the agent, wielding her switchblade. Before he could react, the agent felt a terrible pain in his shoulder as the girl plunged her switchblade into it. The agent screamed in pain as the girl pulled her switchblade back out, which now dripped with blood. The agent then collapsed onto the ground, clutching his wounded shoulder.
"Who's next?" the girl asked, looking at the second agent.
The second agent pulled out a handgun and aimed it at the teenage girl before him. Just he was about to fire, she grabbed a trashcan lid, and used it as a shield, deflecting the bullets. Before the agent could fire again, she knocked the gun out of his hands with kick to the wrist. Then she pointed her switchblade at the agent's throat. He waited for her to slash his throat with her blade, but she never did.
"Get out of here…" she ordered. "Take your 'friend' with you, and tell whoever you work for, that if I ever catch anymore of his goons hurting Pokemon, I'll gut them with my bare hands. Oh, and before I forget, the name is Maya."
Maya then let the agent go retrieve his comrade, but made sure that she still had her switchblade ready, just in case the man tried anything. Not wanting to lose any of his limbs, the agent went and retrieved his companion, and began making his way back to headquarters.
"Giovanni is NOT going to like this…" he thought, shuddering at what the Rocket leader would probably do them when they returned. "He is not gonna like this…I can just imagine it…Hey boss, we lost your Pokemon to a teenage girl named Maya, who threatened to kill any Rockets she catches hurting Pokemon…"
Meanwhile, Maya watched for a few minutes as the two Rocket agents retreated into the night. She then turned to look at the Pokemon that they had been torturing. It seemed to have fallen unconscious, whether from sheer pain or loss of blood, she did not know. She gently lifted the Pokemon into her arms, and began running. She'd never seen or heard of a Pokemon that looked like this before. It looked like some type of cat, but Maya somehow knew that it was nothing like a Meowth or Persian. Its form seemed to radiate power, though Maya didn't know why. She also didn't know whether she should take the mysterious Pokemon to a Pokemon-Center, or if she should try and treat the Pokemon herself, though in her heart, she knew she knew nowhere near enough medical information to help the little Pokemon. So, after much hesitation, Maya started to run to the Pokemon-Center, praying that she could get there in time…
The Pokemon-Center
Nurse Joy yawned. It was about 2:30am and she hadn't seen anyone all night. Figuring that no one else was coming, she decided to get up and close the doors for the night. She was about to push the button to lock all the doors, when she saw a figure running toward the Center. After a few minutes, she saw it was a young girl with black hair holding the strangest looking Pokemon that the nurse had ever seen. The girl quickly ran through the doors, gasping for breath.
"Please…you gotta help…this Pokemon…its hurt bad…" the girl said between breaths.
The nurse looked down at the Pokemon in the girl's arms, and knew right away that she was correct. The little Pokemon in the girl's arms had bled so much that the girl's arms and shirt were soaked with the red fluid. Nurse Joy quickly nodded and called one of her Chansey over. The round, pink Pokemon quickly came over, pushing a hospital bed. Joy quickly took the wounded Pokemon from the young girl and placed the little Pokemon on the bed.
"Take it to the emergency room, quickly!" Nurse Joy told Chansey.
The Pokemon nodded, and pushed the bed into the emergency room…
To be continued…