Chapter 69: You Again?
Point of View Naomi, present
For the past hour I have been zoning in and out of reality. Sam was still sitting on his bar stool. At the moment he was carving something onto the bar table with a piece of broken glass. Raiden on the other hand was leaning against a table that got knocked over in the drama from earlier, he appeared to be conscious and doing fine excluding the left side of his face, which was swollen from the punch he received earlier.
"Sam, he's not coming back," Raiden spoke up. Sam remained quiet and continued carving something into the bar table.
After a minute passed, Sam let out a long sigh "I know."
"Listen, we have to go, it's only a matter of time before the police notice the guy you killed, and the other Naomi knocked out, plus Naomi bled a lot on the way, there is a hot trail leading right to us," Raiden said.
"Let them come," Sam replied in a dull voice.
"Sam you can't take on the entire police force with just a gun with one clip, and your one arm." Raiden then began to stand up, and he dusted himself off. "Let's be smart about this, we're on our own now."
Sam remained silent for a second, and then he turned towards Raiden "Fine," he bluntly replied. "Just let me wrap things up with Naomi," Sam said as he picked up the shard of glass he used to carve on the bar table. A chill ran down my spine as Sam got off his stool, and looked in my direction.
"Just stop and think about this for a second," Raiden piped up as he limped his way in front of me and shielded me from harm.
"Out of my way, I'm at least going to start by making her pay tonight," Sam snapped at Raiden as he held the piece of glass up. "Don't make me go get the gun and show you who's in control here."
"Just hear me out for once!" Raiden yelled back as he held up his hand, which had electricity circulating through it.
Sam's glare narrowed as he lowered the piece of glass, and looked back at the bar table where his gun was, and then he looked back at us "Speak," he muttered.
"If you leave her alive, it will hold up the police for a few minutes, for all we know the police could be down the street, we need to leave now," Raiden said with emphasis on his last word.
"That's a horrible reason to leave her alive," Sam snapped back.
"There is one more reason to why," Raiden said as he gestured for Sam to come into whispering distance. Sam cautiously walked towards the rodent, and listened to his words. I couldn't make out what he said, but I feared whatever Raiden told him. Once Raiden finished Sam let out a small chuckle.
"And you're positive we can do that?" Sam asked curiously as he looked towards me.
"It wouldn't be hard at all, so yes," Raiden answered along with a small nod.
"Alright, fine," Sam said as he gave a menacing smirk towards me "I'll be coming back for you Naomi, and when I do I am going to skin you alive."
"Can we go now," Raiden said with annoyance, "The police will be here soon if we don't hurry." Without a word Sam finally stopped looking at me, and he headed towards the back door. Raiden stayed behind, and waited for Sam to leave hearing distance. Raiden then kneeled down over me as best as he could with his burned leg.
"If you still have that tracking device Jack put in your neck, you better get it out fast. I told Sam, we could use you to track down those pokemon by using the tracking device in you," Raiden whispered into my ear.
"It's been out for almost a year now," I whispered back in a shaky whisper. "But why are you doing this for me, I am the reason you're injured right now."
Raiden looked back towards where Sam left, and looked back at me "Like I said before, it was solely business back there. I'm not going to hold that against you, you were only protecting yourself," Raiden said in a quiet voice slightly louder than a whisper "Besides, Sam and I are two completely different people. I don't kill for sport like him." Without another word Raiden stood up, and headed towards the back exit. "Naomi stay here until the police come and get you. Also, don't come after us again, or you will die next time, and I will not go out of my way to keep you alive," Raiden said as he headed towards the back exit. Raiden turned a corner, and he was out of my sight. A few seconds passed by, and I heard the back door slam shut. After that I knew I was completely alone.
Point of View Black
It was now Arceus knows how late, and everyone was sound asleep in the new hotel. I wished I was as lucky as them, there was no way in Hell I could sleep knowing assassins, mercenaries, or whatever they are, were out to get us. Silence filled the room as I kept a close watch on the hotel door. Luckily we were on the top floor, and I doubted those assassins could climb multiple floors from the outside.
Alex's father didn't go scrimpy on this hotel room, he actually bought us a suite and he still had money to get his own hotel room. It was rather comfortable compared to the hotel's we had stayed in previously. The primary difference was that this hotel room was three times the size, almost a mini condo. It even had a kitchen with a fridge, along with that there is two couches, although I still managed to get stuck with floor as usual. Although, me being a wild pokemon, I didn't mind, the carpet was still ten times more comfortable than the cold ground outside.
Before I could ponder any further on our current living conditions a loud knock banged on the door. I jumped up onto my three good paws in surprise as I began to charge a shadow ball in my mouth. The knocking continued, and off in the background, I could hear everyone waking up from the disturbance.
"What's going on," Ebony asked nervously. I heard walking coming from behind me, but I knew it was Alex getting out of bed. I peeked back and saw Alex walking towards the door. Alex let out a tired yawn as he scratched the back of his neck. Before Alex walked past me, he stopped and gave me a quick pat on the back to reassure me or something like that, although that did very little to calm me down after what we went through the other night.
"This is the police, please open up," a voice called out from the other side of the door. Alex looked through a small little hole on the door, and got a glare at who was there. Alex then flipped on a light, and cracked the door open. A small chain connected from the wall to the door, kept the door from fully opening. Alex then peeked one eye through the small cracked open door.
"Is there something wrong, it's very late at night for this stuff," Alex said with a drowsy voice. Seeing that Alex wasn't alarmed, I stopped concentrating the shadow ball in my mouth, and I eased up a little.
"Apologies sir, but we just received news that those fugitive pokemon escaped the pokecenter. They are still out there, and we are doing everything to find them as soon as possible."
"What about Flare, is he okay?" Alex piped up as he unlatched the chain, and opened the door up completely.
"Your fennekin is fine," the police officer said in a reassuring voice. "We're going to have a few police officers stationed outside your room for your protection, we'll give you constant updates on the situation."
"Wait, how did those two pokemon escape?" Alex asked.
"An umbreon let them out, but the strange part is that the umbreon was then treated like a hostage," the police officer said, "No solid story yet though, that's just what it looked like from the cameras."
"Nia?" I said in confusion. Why would Nia let them out, she helped us stop them? There had to be more to this story.
"Anyways sir, sorry to wake you so late, but I'm sure this was a little more important than a little sleep."
"Agreed," Alex said as he nodded his head.
"Anyways, tomorrow we would like to ask some questions to you, and your pokemon, is that fine?" the police officer asked.
"I don't see why not," Alex said without asking our permission.
"Thank you for your time, sir. I think we're done here, just please stay in your room, we're here to protect you."
"You got it," Alex said. The police officer and Alex gave each other a small nod of approval, and then Alex shut the door, and headed back to bed. The lights flipped off, and everything fell dark. I cautiously laid my head on the ground, and closed my eyes. Could I trust these guys to keep us safe, it's not like the police in this region are flawless, many murderers get away every day. I guess I'd just have to trust that the police would scare off the mercenaries.
Point of View Naomi
A bit of time passed since Sam, and Raiden left me. My body ached, and it was near impossible to try and pass out, unless it was from going into shock. Suddenly the door barged open, and a bright light blinded me. I made out the shape of humans swarming into the room, along with a few canine like pokemon. The humans checked every nook and cranny, and within a second the bright light that blinded me faded. I looked in the direction from where the light came from, and spotted a high powered LED flashlight.
"We got a wounded pokemon here," one of the police officers yelled out. An arcanine then walked up next to me, and looked me in the eyes.
"Everything is going to be okay, we're going to get you to a pokecenter," the arcanine said as he kept full eye contact with me, "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" the arcanine asked. I didn't reply, I just remained silent and played the role of a victim in shock. Mostly because I had one thought going through my head, and that was that no one knew who I was, and what I've done in the past.
"Mam, are you alright?" the arcanine asked again. Again, I replied with silence. To an extent, I legitimately couldn't form words. I was grateful that I was alive and all, but why would it matter. In the end I'd just be forced to live in this Hell longer. I had nothing to live for, killing Sam, and Jack was all I had, and no matter how hard I tried I could never go through with it. Without the option of revenge, I was left with nothing. After what I've done, I could never face my family again, and let them see how far I have fallen. I couldn't stand the thought of facing them again, and telling them I grew up to be a disgusting monster.
A few minutes passed by, and the police officers secured the area. Two paramedics entered the room with a small cot. They lied the cot down next to me, and then cautiously placed me on it. I was then raised off the cold ground, and carried back towards the ambulance vehicle, where I would then be taken back to the pokecenter. As I was taken away, a police officer followed me into the ambulance. No doubt in my mind that he was to watch me, things will go horrible if they knew I let Sam out of his room.
Point of View Black, the next morning
Something bright was shining on me. I didn't like this feeling, it made me feel as if I was sick, or being cramped into a small space. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my head, and I reached my breaking point as I felt my body overheating. My eyes shot open, and I jumped up in annoyance. That's when I realized what was bothering me, Alex opened the damn curtains and let in all the sunlight.
Feeling uncomfortable, I walked across the room, and crawled under a nightstand where I could get a break from the sun's rays. No matter how long I stayed with Alex, he never grasped the concept that the sun was evil in my eyes. Kind of ironic since night symbolizes evil or something like that, but still to me the sun was evil, and I couldn't care less if we just blew it up or something like that.
I scanned the room, and noticed that everyone was up and moving around. Alex had breakfast set out for everyone, and they were all chowing down their meal. Of course I could fast this morning if it meant me not getting incinerated by the sun.
"Black eat up, we have to go down to the police station soon, and give our side of what happened that one night, and see if we can help the police," Alex called out to me. Almost as if a switch flipped, I remembered Nia, and the situation she was in.
The idea of her being with that riolu, and raichu was horrible. Arceus knows what those sick bastards could be doing to her. From the little time I saw that riolu, I could tell he was mentally unstable, and the definition of a psychopath.
Since I wanted to get this interrogation thing over with, and help Nia, I ate my food as fast as I could. After everyone ate up, we were escorted in a police vehicle to a police station. A police officer escorted us into the building and led us into a waiting room. Honestly it was similar to a pokecenter, just a different color scheme. There was a long bench for us to sit on, and a little table with some magazines on it. There was also some fake plants in the corner of the room.
"Alright who would like to go first?" the police officer asked. I did want to help Nia, but I didn't quite want to be the first one to go. Maybe someone else could go first, and then tell me how it went.
"How about you umbreon, you look pretty bored," the police officer said. I wasn't aware that me being nervous about being interrogated came off as a bored expression.
"Whatever," I replied back in annoyance as I followed the police officer through a door. Once we entered the room, I quickly caught onto the bland environment. It was literally a blank room with a table in the middle, with a chair on each side. Seated at the table was actually a very familiar face, one I barely knew, but I remembered this human, and his porygon.
"You again?" I said in confusion, and the porygon mimicked my voice, and even almost sounded like me. That was a different feature than last time, it no longer had the dull robotic voice. "Wait, how come you're here again?" I asked in confusion, and the porygon repeated what I said.
"Because Black, I deal with all the underground stuff and mercenaries do qualify as my jurisdiction," the detective responded. "Anyways, how have you been since that Genesis incident you got wrapped up in?"
I pondered an appropriate response for a second until one came to mind "I'm still alive," I replied as I jumped up onto the chair so me and the detective could be as close to eye level as possible.
"That's good to hear, it's really a shame that they sent mercenaries after you," the detective said. I grumbled in response, of course it was a shame. "Anyways, care to share your side of this story?"
I nodded in response "Well all of this started a few nights back when Flare, and I were kidnapped after a dinner celebration gone wrong. Anyways Flare, and I were saved by an umbreon name Nia," I said, trying to keep this as short as possible. Of course the annoying little porygon had to copy every single word I said.
"Wait-wait, you got kidnapped and you never alerted the authorities?" The detective asked in confusion.
"Well… no one ever asked about it," I awkwardly replied. "Besides, nearly dying is starting to become a little too common for me. I mean seriously since the Genesis incident, this is the third time I have almost died, so excuse me if it's starting to become normal to me," I said defensively as I pointed my paw at the detective.
"My apologies, but go on with your story."
After a very long story the detective had a notepad full of notes, and I was rather out of breath from all this talking without a break. The detective remained silent as he looked over his notes, and then looked back at me.
"So this is as accurate as possible," the detective asked. I nodded in reply. "Okay, thank you," he said as he placed his notepad down.
"Hold up, now it's my turn to ask a few questions," I said with a serious tone.
"And what do you wish to know?" the detective responded cooperatively.
"Nia, the umbreon I mentioned in my story, she went missing, so where is she?" I asked.
Silence filled the room for a moment before I got a response "The umbreon you speak of has been saved, she is recovering in a pokecenter. She appears to be perfectly fine, excluding a few wounds."
"And what are you planning to do with her?" I asked curiously in concern for her fate.
"No clue, she freed two serial killers. Sadly for her, humans don't really keep pokemon in prison, so she may be looking at being put to sleep after that," the detective responded honestly. A vein bulged in my head as I felt my anger control my actions.
"You listen here, Nia wouldn't have done that without a good reason, she hates those pokemon, and they ruined her life, these killers exist because your system of law sucks ass, and none of you can handle your own job," I snarled towards the detective who seemed unfazed by my outburst.
"Welcome to life Black, get used to it. This is a shit world where shit things are done every day," the detective said with a harsh attitude. Before he spoke again he let out a sigh "I'll try and see what I can do to help your friend, but if she's guilty, she's guilty and there is nothing I can do," the detective said.
"Whatever," I snapped back as I headed towards the exit. A police officer was waiting by the door, and he opened the door for me. Afterwards, I took a seat on the bench next to Kana, and Hesh.
"So how'd it go?" Kana asked me.
"Freaking wonderful," I replied back sarcastically.
Chapter End
Author Note: Well that wraps up this chapter. Thanks again to genericgamer207 for contributing your time to helping me with editing, your dedication is appreciated. Anyways as you may have noticed, I'm somewhat cutting back on author notes since I'm kind of starting to view them as somewhat useless unless I am mentioning something. I made a bad habit of using it as a spot for me to talk about gibberish, so I will be cutting back on that stuff, unless anyone say's otherwise.
Fun Fact: The first chapter of The Black Dawn was written while I was faking sick... I bring this up because I was actually sick when I wrote this chapter, and it made me remember back to that day. Sadly I write better now while I'm sick, versus when I started, and I was skipping school. Although I'm done with that stuff on the most part...