Sorry for taking so long, had some business that needed to be dealt with. Again, sorry.
"Thought"
"Speech"
"Telepathy"
Narration
Just in case you've forgotten.- TropicalAce
Chapter 4: Special Guest
The group loitered in the park as Samantha made arrangements for a ride to pick them up via cellphone. After a hour of waiting, a limo pulled in beside the park gate. Samantha gestured for them to follow. The two men watched Dave like a hawk as he followed her. As soon as they reached the car, the driver stepped out, dressed identical to the two other men, with the exception of a hat and no shades. He had the most heart warming smile, with pearl-white teeth, tanned brown skin, and handsome brown eyes.
"Forgive my tardiness, Mistress." The driver said in a sweet voice, opening the passenger door for her. "It appears I'm late."
"No need to apologize, Charles." She waved off, taking a seat in the car, sliding over to make space for Dave and Sunny.
Dave tightened his grip on Sunny, unsure of what he was getting himself into.
The driver's angelic face turned demonic as he gave Dave a death glare, threatening through looks alone. Dave immediately slid into the car, scooting close to Samantha. Sunny was still sleeping like a log, and she mumbled again in her sleep. "I... s-said stop… no... Harvey…" She began to frown a bit, like she was re-enacting the emotion she experienced in the dream. Dave cocked his head slightly, watching her.
"Who the hell is Harvey?" He wondered, scanning the interior of the limo. It was a standard layout, with a side-bar and seats lining the curves of the cabin. An engraved italic 'G' was engraved on the
jet-black ceiling. It rang a few bells in his head, but he didn't know why. Samantha studied Sunny with curious eyes, wondering how she ended up like that.
"So Dave... how did it get like that?" She asked, inching closer to him.
Dave tickled Sunny's chin, making her growl."I'll bite off... your..." Dave quickly retracted his hand, surprised.
"Uh... I don't know, but a Nurse Joy said she has a mental illness."
Samantha slid away as though it was contagious. "And it hasn't been put down yet?! Did you just call it a 'she'?!" She cried out in a disgusted and fearful tone.
He was insulted at her remark. "Oh, well sorry for treating intelligent beings as equals..." He scoffed, boiling in anger at how rude she was.
She laughed playfully. "Cool down, Romeo! Damn, people these days."
He sighed, staring out the window. It was already sunset, and the limo skimmed over a hill in the outskirts of town. The ride remained quiet for the next hour, with Samantha occasionally glancing at Sunny with a worried face. The silence was broken when the car came to a halt at what appeared to be a security booth.
Dave's eyes widened at a massive steel gate with an identical 'G' in the center. Questions stormed in Dave's head, making him nervous. The gates opened and the car slowly rolled up to a grand house. The house was massive, painted white with a entrance to match its appearance. Columns that stood least twenty-five feet high lined the rim, and a glamorous chandelier shined its awesome radiance to the hard oak floor below. French doors with the identical 'G' on each side added to the house's class. Dave gulped hard, not believing that this was only the porch. Samantha placed her hand on his, trying to comfort him.
"Scared, big guy? Look, I know we've just met today, but come on, loosen up a little." He gave a quick nod of the head.
The car stopped at the entrance and they walked over to the doors, stepping inside. The child in him exploded. Marble flooring stretched over a large room. It was so clean that it was like he was walking on a mirror, showing the reflection of everything above. Two red carpeted curved staircases with a walk way in the middle led to the second floor lined with doors. "The paint alone costs more than my fucking house!" he thought to himself. "Dammit, I feel so poor right now..."
Samantha grabbed Dave's hand. "Follow me!" she said as she dragged him down the corridor that lead to her room.
It was every fangirl's wet dream. The walls had posters of every famous boy band and pop singers. A hot pink king sized bed that doubled as a drawer was complete with a stuffed animals and a boy band plushie pillow. A flat panel T.V. softly played music displaying the corresponding video. Dave chuckled at the sight, trying his best to hold it in.
"Don't judge me!" she pouted. "Rest it- I mean 'her' on the bed. Your arms must be tired." She gestured to the bed. He lightly set her down on the bed, careful not to wake her. H sat down right beside her.
"Good," Samantha said, clapping her hands together. "I'll go fetch you some food."
"Wait, where the hell is everyone?" Dave asked, "It can't be that you live in this big ass house by yourself?"
"Nope," she replied, "Father and his servants will be here shortly."
After that, she went to get food for Dave, but for a split second, he could've sworn that he heard her grumble something under her breath in Spanish before leaving. He just blew it off, turning his attention to Sunny, who was still out like a light. He inched closer to Sunny's face, staring at her peaceful , red orbs with a shade of blue shot open. He jumped, spooked by the surprise.
Sunny's peaceful face formed into the same twisted smile as before. An unknown force lifted Dave's entire body clear off the ground. Before he could even scream, he was sent crashing through the door. He slammed into the wall of the hallway, spitting blood over his hoodie, painfully sliding to the floor unconscious.
Samantha heard the commotion and came rushing to the scene. "My Arceus!" she exclaimed, shocked. "Oh shit, Dave!"
She saw his body slumped over, bloodied from the damage. Thinking quickly, she got her phone, dialing a number, but it was swatted out of her hand before the number could connect. She too was lifted by an unknown force, suffocating her.
The phone finally connected. "Hey princess," the voice on the other line said in Spanish. "Princess? Princess, you there?" Samantha began cough, gasping for air. The voice on the phone soon caught on, and all that could be heard was engines revving in the background before the phone hung up.
The grip on Samantha's throat vanished, dropping her to the ground. Her vision blurry, she saw the Gardevoir holding its head, tilting to the side in demonic laughter. "I'm sorry," Sunny apologized sarcastically in a dark monotone voice. "I thought you were trash that need disposing of."
Dave began to recover from the shock at a snail's pace, twitching his pinkie.
Sunny slowly approached the crippled duo, preparing a Shadow Ball. Just before the killing blow could be delivered, sounds of heavy footsteps and grunting could be heard, stopping her. Seconds later, armed men in black suits stormed in, surrounding the Pokemon, their guns were cocked and ready. A Hispanic man emerged from the sea of black.
"You son of a bitch!" he cried in a thick accent. "Light this fucker up, boys!"
"Hold on! Papi, don't... kill it." Samantha wheezed, catching her breath. "Please Papi, my friend needs medical attention…" The man shook with anger, ordering his men to lower their weapons and load an anti-bullet mag. As ordered, the men lowered their guns, dumping the magazines and slapped in a marked one containing the rounds, taking aim again.
An Anti-Bullet Round(ABR) is non-lethal bullet-shaped projectile capable of immobilizing any Pokemon given the size/class of the bullet. During flight, it pops open, releasing a potent powdered neurotoxin on its target. It paralyzes anything on contact for a full 20 minutes. Usually used by police for riot control, it can be bought via the black market.
Right as the Gardevoir was about to finish the deed, a single shot rang out, hitting her in the shoulder and neutralizing the Shadow Ball. She dropped to ground like a rock. The Hispanic man ordered some of his men to treat his daughter and her friend's injuries. With a forlorn expression, he stared at Dave's limp body as they carried the duo to a nearby resting room.
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