Chapter 3: Flipside
Dave and Sunny strolled side by side, their steps perfectly in sync. They began to know each other a little better through small talk as they wandered around the bustling city.
The skies were clear and skyscrapers stretched as far as the eye could see, casting shadows on the people and cars below. A network of roads carried traffic to and from their destination with a few honks and beeps from the passing cars along the way. Sunny and Dave marveled at the engineering beauty that was Verdanturf town.
"So, Sunny…" Dave trailed off, walking beside Sunny.
"What is it, Master?" Sunny asked, smiling.
"How did you... um, end up like that on Route 117?"
Sunny slowed a little, bothered by the question. Dave bit his tongue. "I mean, if you don't -"
"No... it's best you know," she sighed. "But we need some place quiet."
Dave thought for a second then came up with a plan. "Pardon me Madam," Dave politely said to a well dressed lady passer by. "Do you happen to know where the park is?"
The woman kindly pointed him the directions. "It's 3 blocks down, you can't miss it. It's filled with trainers and their canine Pokémon.
"Thank you." Dave said, waving the woman good-bye, catching a good look of that tight ass. Sunny sensed lust flowing from Dave like a river, causing her to glow cherry red. She quickly realized that it wasn't for her, it was for the woman.
This made her jealous on the inside, but on the outside she appeared happy and polite as usual.
"What a coincidence." Sunny muttered, rolling her eyes.
3 blocks later the duo reached their destination. Their eyes widened in amazement at how big it was. The trees and lawn glistened green and lush, covering the entire landscape. The walls that surrounded the park were covered in artistic, positive graffiti about Pokémon. There was a bench side pond in the middle of it all only complimenting the park's beauty. Trainers, Growlithes, Houndooms, and other rodent and dog-like Pokémon made their presence known through their yelling and battle cries.
Dave told Sunny to follow him to the bench near the pond, but his brain just hatched an idea. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face Sunny. "Go long!" Dave cried, digging in his pocket for the Pokéball.
Sunny's squinted her eyes, confused. "Pardon?"
Finally getting the ball, he pressed the button making it grow 3 times its size, showing her the ball. "What I meant was go to the bench and I will throw this to you. If
it doesn't work, catch it. Ok?" It was obvious that she knew what he was planning but went along with it anyway.
"Is this far enough!?" Sunny screamed, waving her hand in the distance.
Dave's head seemed to split open due to sudden increase in volume. "You don't have to scream! It still sounds like you're right there."
"Oh. My bad." Sunny blushed, lowering her voice.
With his headache subsiding, Dave went into pitcher's stance, throwing the ball with brute force. But the ball didn't go like Dave hoped, and Sunny panicked. Instead of catching it or just teleporting out of the way, she froze, taking the blow head first.
It sent her tumbling to the ground in a fit of spasms. Dave came rushing to her aid, holding her in his arms. He saw that she had started to roll, holding the back of her head with tears streaming down her cheeks and a twisted smile. This scene created a crowd of onlookers watching in amazement and in disgust. Some even took out their cellphones and took photos! How cruel! Dave cried out in anger as friend's condition got worse.
"The fuck is wrong with you people!? You see a troubled person and first thing you do is take pictures!?" Dave's cries only fueled the flashing of cameras until his cries were finally answered by a few people of three. Two of them were dressed in black suits with matching ties, shoes and shades. The third was a little blonde girl dressed in floral frill dress with a red bow and flip-flops.
The girl kneeled down and asked, "What's wrong?" she asked with legitimate concern.
Dave turned his attention to blue eyed girl. "It's Sunny…." Dave mumbled, showing her the still twitching Sunny.
"Ew, nasty," the girl said under her breath. With a stern face, she snapped her fingers. "Alfred, disperse the crowd immediately. Eddy, first aid kit, now." The men in black did as they were told flawlessly.
One went to the crowd, getting something out his coat suit pocket. "Time to leave," The man growled, showing the crowd what appeared to be the shape of a handgun, unbeknownst to the little girl. Most of the crowd spread like roaches to an open flame, gone in an instant. But some still remained, mocking him.
The second man got the first aid kit from who knows where inside his coat suit. "Magic?" Dave thought as he saw this. The man opened the kit, presenting it to the little girl. She quickly grabbed a bottle marked Inderl and popped a small orange tablet.
"Give it this, it will help it relax." She said to Dave, handing him the tablet. He was a little hesitant at first, but she gave a reassuring nod. He pushed the tab in Sunny's mouth and she swallowed, in mere seconds the twitching stopped, the twisted smile disappeared and her eyes closed now in completely relaxed state. He remembered that Inderal was a relaxation drug. (remember kids, don't do drugs.)
Click!
"Don't make me repeat myself." The man by the crowd stated dryly to a remaining few.
The crowd began to mock him even more. "And what are you going to do? Shoot us?" The crowd laughed, pointing.
Angered, the man positioned the gun in his pocket, giving a crude outline of the barrel. "My patience is running dry." The man snarled, fixing his shades on his face.
Not wanting to test their luck , the remaining turned tail and ran.
"Well, that should do it. It'll be ok when it wakes up." The little girl reported, helping herself and Dave off the ground, Sunny sleeping in his arms like an angel.
"Thank you, I don't what to say," Dave said gratefully.
"How about wiping that Gardevoir's face?" She asked, handing him a tissue from the kit.
"Sorry." Dave apologized, wiping Sunny's face. "Thanks for your help, but I think I'll be fine now." He began walking.
"Wait!" She called out, stopping Dave in his tracks.
"My name is Samantha Garcia, daughter of the head of the Garcia Family. I'm 18 years old. Judging by your appearance, you're poor, right? And need a place to stay, right?"
His stomach growled and nodded slightly. "Yeah.." (Remember kids, if something looks shady, do not accept.)
"Great!" She exclaimed. "You're in luck! My family is looking for live-in butlers, and I'd like to hire you!"
He was suspicious and doubted the sudden job offer, but the intimidating men in black gave him the idea that is was more of a command. "…s-sure." He stammered, approaching her with the two men watching his every move.
"Good! What's your name?"
"Dave Mayflower, 19." Dave replied softly, extending his hand, trembling. She accepted it, returning the handshake.
"Welcome to the Family!"
"The fuck are you... doing?" Sunny mumbled in her sleep, in an unknown voice even to Dave.
The crew looked at the Gardevoir thinking the same thing: "Did she just curse?" But for their own reasons. Little did Dave know that he was going to meet the two most terrifying people ever. And that was just the beginning…
What happens next?! I'll post chapter 4 in time, that's what happens! Please review!