Hey guys chapter 8 is finally here, thank God! I thank you for your patience and support and also a big thank you goes to GhostShadow6661 for helping with an upcoming chapter! Read, Enjoy and Review!- TropicalAce

Chapter 8: Truce of The Wicked.

It had only been a few minutes since Dave and Ciara's heated battle, and the atmosphere was as tense as ever. They sat on the stairs, damp from the rain, waiting eagerly for Nurse Joy. Charles was carefully holding his comrade in his arms, glaring at them with the eyes of a killer. No one spoke a word.

"I wish you fucking burn in a ditch, you prick," Charles scowled. "What happens if my buddy here can't fly no more, eh? You better be prepared to pay with your blood."

Dave frowned, glancing at Mr. Garcia and Samantha. "C'mon man, it was just a battle. I didn't mean to take it that far.."

"I didn't mean you asshole," he snapped. "That wasn't you fighting. I meant that bitch beside you." Ciara chuckled, unamused by his threats. She looked at Mr. Garcia who was across the steps, getting his attention.

"Sounds like someone's got a small vocabulary. Can't you say one sentence without cussing? And even if we happened to lose, we would've been drugged and thrown somewhere in the ocean. Isn't that right, 'Hector'?"

Members of the Garcia froze, as if she had just uttered something taboo.

Mr. Garcia stepped forward and spoke in his Native language. "How do know my name?! Are you a snake?!" He demanded, reaching in his pocket.

She giggled. "Aww, this is why humans are so weak. They get frustrated over the simplest of things. Don't you agree, Ms. 'Lopez'?"

The entire room went to a stomach churning silence, as if the family very foundation has been shaken to the core. Their eyes widened as Ciara spawned her trademark twisted smile on her face, floating right up to Mr. Garcia at eye level. Dave sat on the other side of the step, completely amazed at what was happening. "The hell is going on?" he thought, folding his arms. "I don't even know who is this Harvey person is and now there's a Lopez and Hector? The hell?"

"Now we don't want such information disclosed to the police, do we? So how about we simmer down, speak some English, and strike a deal? Now before we start, you've got to be the stupidest pair of people I've met. I'm Psychic, remember? That means I can read your darkest thoughts and 'secrets' in an instant."

Both Charles and Mr. Garcia bared their teeth, anger vivid on their faces, while Samantha was speechless to even join the conversation. "So what if we refuse?" Garcia demanded in her choice of language.

Ciara's smile widened. "Simple, really. My trainer and I will mosey on down to the nearest station and sing like a bird. I'm sure you catch my drift."

The two men had never thought that they would live long enough to see a person get blackmailed by a Pokemon. Unfortunately, it turned out to be them.

"Rotten piece of shit!" Mr. Garcia spouted in his native tongue. "I'll kill you before you do!"

Before he could react, Ciara's powers got a grip on both of their necks, with Charles still holding his friend, choking them just enough for them not being able to speak. "Please don't let history repeat itself." she retorted flatly.

Samantha saw this and pleaded to them in her native tongue. "Please, Papi, listen to it!"

Mr. Garcia, weighing his options, gave a waving motion as a sign that they surrender. Both were released, gasping for air, quickly regaining their composure and making eye contact with each other. Mr. Garcia walked over to the formidable Pokemon, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his cell phone, checking the time.

"Count your blessings, demon. It seems we've come to an agreement…for the time being." he growled, rubbing his neck. "It appears it's time for work. Come Charles, the men are ready for departure."

"You're going to let them go free!?" Charles yelled in disbelief.

Mr. Garcia shot a him a glare. "Did I ask for your opinion? Give your Pokemon to Samantha and let's go!

Charles gulped hard and gave Samantha the Pokemon and Pokeball without a second thought, following behind Mr. Garcia through the French doors. Right before he left, Nurse Joy made her way in with a medical bag. She quickly brushed past him, terrified of the men that walked into the heavily tinted car with others parked and ready to go.

She became nervous as she closed the door behind her, but the familiar face of Dave put her at ease.

"Sorry for taking so long," she apologized. "There was a patient that needed treatment. Where are the injured Pokemon?"

Both Samantha and Dave presented their Pokemon. Nurse Joy slipped on some gloves and a mask from the bag, asking them if they had a vacant room that she could borrow. Leading her to a workspace, the duo waited outside the door above the flight of stairs as Nurse Joy worked her magic on their Pokemon.

"So... that was quite an event, don't you think?" Dave began, trying to break the uneasy feeling that flowed through their young minds.

"I guess..." Samantha replied with a worried look. " Hey Dave, can I ask you a question?"

Dave sighed. "Sure, blast away."

She approached him with watery eyes. "If someone… wasn't all what they appeared to be, what would you do?"

He was unsure on how to answer the question, and just spoke on the top of his head. "Well, that all depends. I mean, I would be hurt, but everyone has secrets they don't want people to know. I understand that, so it doesn't change the fact that we're friends. I'm sorry if that doesn't come out right..." "But seriously though," he thought, "Could she have made the question more obvious?"

She smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes. " No, that came out perfectly…thank you."

Dave shrugged. "No problem."

Suddenly the door burst open, startling the two. "Damn, that nurse knows how to work." Ciara groaned. "If it weren't that asshole, Charles..."

Samantha quickly stepped back, putting some distance between the two, offended by her statement. "How dare you call my driver ill names! You only won because it was raining!" she screeched.

Ciara laughed. "Rain? Ha! I'll crush him any day of the week. Isn't that right, Dave?"

Dave raised his hands in defense. "Don't get me in this."

"Bitch."

"Excuse me?" he seethed.

Ciara gritted her teeth, floating off in the hallways, muttering in her Poke-tongue as she disappeared from eye's view.

Soon Nurse Joy emerged from the room with her medical bag and a recovered Ninjask in hand. "The Gardevoir will be fine, it had some minor bruises to the torso." she began, handing the Pokemon and ball to Samantha. "As for this little one, its wing has been fractured. Give it some rest, and its exoskeleton will regenerate a new shell, good as new."

Then an odd question spawned from the dark depths of Dave's brain. "But does that mean those dress like things that Gardevoir wear can come off?"

Nurse joy was a little put off by it, but remained professional, answering politely. "Yes, but its rare to see a Gardevoir remove their garments or 'cloaks'. I only managed to heal its injuries because I gave it a potion. They are one of the few pokemon that have anthropomorphic features, like Machoke for example."

Dave rubbed his chin, nodding in agreement. "The more you know." he said, trying to sound smart.

Samantha giggled. "Not sure if that's a line you ripped off somewhere or a poor excuse of a joke."

Nurse Joy cracked a smile, taking her leave. "Oh, the irony..."

Samantha folded her arms. "Now fun and game aside Dave," she said assertive tone. "I have a job for you."

Dave turned his attention to her. "Before we start, I just want to say thanks, and my apologizes for what happened back there with your old man and all."

Samantha blew it off. "Forget about that. Right now we need to work."

He smiled. "Thank you, but what do you want me to do?"

Samantha asked him to come with her outside to the eastern side of the house, leading to a garage door.

Opening it revealed the most extravagant automobile showroom Dave's eyes had ever seen. Limos lined up on the left in parallel with their glossy black paint gleaming off the show lights above. On the right were luxury sedans with a corresponding color. A sole, bright red muscle car stood above from the rest, its bright red coat made it the apple of Dave's eyes. Racing stripes ran from the hood to the trunk, giving it that nice clean look only gear heads can understand. He didn't know what it was until he saw the distinctive horse badge that took his breath away.

Samantha snapped him out of his fixation, bringing him a metal briefcase from the trunk of a car. "Here, this is a simple drop and pick up job. Easy, right?"

Dave grabbed the case, inspecting it. "What am I carrying?" he asked.

"That's for me to know and for you to deliver." she replied, "But we can do it tomorrow, so go and hit the hay for your first assignment. I'll catch up with you later. Take the case with you."

Dave eagerly went to his room excited for tomorrow, case in hand.

"Can you believe him!?" Ciara whined, staring out to the night sky from a window adjacent to Dave's room."I went tooth and nail for the sake of his saving his ass, and he didn't utter a word of thanks!"

"Maybe if you tried to be nice," reasoned Sunny, "he might have noticed."

Ciara pointed at her own reflection that bounced from the window, seemingly talking to her other half.

"The hell were you?" She demanded. "Missing for the majority of the day, and now you decide to show up?"

I was terrified," Sunny replied. "I saw everything, though. How can you hurt others so easily? You're no different from a bad person."

Ciara laughed. "My naïve little Sunny, it seems you have not yet seen the true colors of the world. You saw what they did, right? I had no choice. You can only fight evil with evil."

She knew Ciara had a point. She knew if they hadn't won the battle, their fates would've been sealed. But she didn't like hurting people. Hearing their screams of pain and sorrow were not music to her ears. Although she despised to outcome of the battle, she felt a thrill, the excitement of completely dominating her enemies. Sunny shuddered. Could she enjoy having her hands stained with the blood and sweat of fallen Pokemon?

"Hey Ciara, can I come out?" Sunny asked weakly. "I need to talk with Dave."

She sighed. "Whatever, but I have a plan. How about you deal with these assholes, and I'll take care of the sticky situations? You know, taking turns doing things the other can't. It'll be much easier that way."

Sunny nodded. "Thank you, Ciara."

The Gardevoir eyes began to flicker, remaining stiff as a statue as its expression went from angered to saddened in seconds. Sunny forged herself in reality, taking control of the shell that is Ciara's body. Dave stood from a distance, watching the whole thing.

"Whoa, are you alright, Ciara?" he asked, walking up to her with concern.

"No, it's me, Dave." Sunny said, furrowing her brow.

Dave cocked his head at the sudden voice change, then caught on. "Oh, Sunny! How's it going?"

She stayed silent, flying up to his eye level. Dave was hypnotized by her red jewels that gleamed brilliantly in the moonlight. The soft light graced her slender frame, making every curve, nook, and cranny tempting. She buried her face in his chest, feeling every thump his heart made and leaned to the corner of his ears.

Dave tightened his gripped on the case as she whispered in his ears in an almost seductive tone. "Forgive me Dave, for such vulgar behavior. I didn't mean any harm from that battle."

He cleared his throat with his face completely red. "It's g-good."

Sunny embraced him tightly, as to not stab him with her horn. Dave returned the favor. "Does that mean you forgive me?" she asked with her eyes shimmering with hope. That look struck a nerve.

"You know it," he said, cheerfully gesturing to his room. "We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Lets' go to bed."

They went to the room but Sunny paused, "Can we hold hands?"

But unknown to them, an enemy was lurking in the shadows, witnessing all.

PS: I had a blackout and corrupted some of my files, excuse me for any errors for I wrote this in the dark with the help of a pen, some paper and a flashlight.- TropicalAce