I can' believe it, it's Chap 9! Also there is Spanish to English in this one but I hope it doesn't confuse anypony *gasp* anybody who reads it. Read, Enjoy, Review!- TA
Chapter 9: From The Ashes
The promised time had arrived, and the crew was busy freshening up and preparing for the day. Samantha was the first one up, waking two hours beforehand. She crept out of her room with her cell phone in hand, dialing a number.
"¿Hola? Quien diablos me llama?" A man grumbled in Spanish on the other line.
("Hello? The hell is calling me?")
"Cuida tu lengua 'Zane'." Samantha said, whispering cautiously and scanning the halls for any potential eavesdroppers.
("Watch your tongue, 'Zane'.")
"Es Samantha. ¿Estan listos los suministros?"
("It's Samantha. Are the supplies ready?")
The man choked. "Per-Perdon por mi rudeza, y si, están listos." The man's voice began to crack and lose volume.
("For- forgive my rudeness, but yes, they're ready.")
"Están en Ciudad Mauville en el Centro de Juegos. Pregunte por 'Dusty' y el le dará las cosas"
("They're at Mauville City at the Game Corner. Ask for 'Dusty' and he'll hand you the goods.")
Samantha stared into the ceiling, putting her free hand to her side. "¿Entonces cuanto es el total?" she asked.
("So what's the total?")
"No mucho, unos 2000 Poke dolares deberían ser suficientes" he replied.
("Oh, nothing much, a cool 2000 poke dollars will cover it.")
Samantha groaned. "2000? ¡Tienes que estar bromeando! ¿No puedes bajar el precio?"
("2000? You must be speaking French! Can't you bring it lower?")
"No puedo, Señorita," The man said, rummaging through something in the background.
("No can do, Miss.")
Samantha ran her hand through her bedridden hair, coming up with a bargain. "Bueno, y yo que estaba pensando "si tan solo bajara el precio podría darte un kilo de 'Oro de Asteroide' como un extra." Creo que pensé mal."
( "Fine, and here I am thinking "If he lowers the price I'll throw in a kilo of 'Asteroid Gold' just for fun." Well I thought wrong.")
The man stuttered with his words,
"¿Quiere... ¿Quiere decir P-Polvo de Estrella? Si es asi, entonces esta bien, que le parece 400?"
("You ..you mean S-stardust? If you do, then certainly, how about 400?")
Samantha grinned, "Ahora si nos entendemos. Muy bien. Enviare a uno de mis hombres bajo el nombre de 'Pedro'. ¿Cuando es el trato?"
( "Now we're making progress. Sure. I'll send one of my men under the name 'Pete'. So when's the deal?")
The man laughed. "Cuando usted quiera."
(Whenever you're up to it.")
"Ok." Samantha said, hanging up the phone. "Estaré ahí a las 12PM."
("Ok. I'll be there at 12PM.")
Samantha furrowed her brow. "I'm slowly turning into my Father. I can feel it," she groaned, returning to English.
Her head turned towards the direction of Dave's room. She saw the Gardevoir glaring at her from the shadows with blue tinted eyes, making her heart sink.
"Is something wrong?" She asked weakly, praying that she didn't hear or at least didn't understand the conversation.
"I couldn't help it," she said in monotone, slowly creeping up to Samantha with the all too good crooked smile. "That was quite a juicy chat you had there. Mind sharing?"
Samantha took a step back. "What ever do you mean? What chat?"
Ciara's eyes sharpened, leaning in on Samantha's shoulder, making her skin crawl. "Don't play stupid with me, bitch." she growled softly, giving off a clicking sound. "I may not understand those fancy words you used just now, but I can feel when humans lie, and you my friend are lying."
"I still don't know what you mean." Samantha said nervously.
Ciara became annoyed, backing off. "Hmph. Play stupid then. But if any serious harm were to come our way..." she trailed off, turning away and heading back to her room.
"For such a cold hearted being, you sure are kissing Dave's ass." Samantha retorted.
Ciara wrists tensed, forcing herself not to zap this bitch with a good old-fashioned Thunderbolt.
"This isn't only me speaking, but if it were, oh if only, just only me, you'd be nothing but a crusty black stain on the carpet by now. Best thank Sunny for the mercy she bestowed upon you, swine."
Samantha gulped and cocked her head, confused. "Who the hell was I talking to?"
Meanwhile, Ciara was with Dave, switching places with Sunny and sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Dave's peaceful sleeping face as he mumbled something from dreamland. "I knew we felt she was hiding something," muttered Sunny. "But can you at least talk to people in a less menacing manner? You try being nice for once. Threatening her and getting him involved was uncalled for."
'I'm sorry,' Ciara growled. 'But the words 'nice' and 'kindness' don't exist in my dictionary. And for fuck's sake, as far we know, she could be planning our deaths behind our backs!'
Sunny's face went sour. She agreed with Ciara on that. Samantha's 'family' wasn't the friendliest of people. Sure, they had their own special way of dealing with people, but no one could be that corrupt…can they?
Then a stroke of brilliance spawned. "Dave! Wake up please!" She howled through his thoughts, making his body creak to life.
"Mom, it's Sunday..." he muttered under his breath. She paused, wondering how one mistakes a Pokemon for his mother? Despite that, she continued to shake him until joints cracked and bloodshot eyes began to see the glory of sunlight. "Mornin'." He groaned.
"Master you're up!" She exclaimed, pulling Dave to his feet, boxers and all, placing a finger on her chin. "Now where's um... what's that girl's name again? Sam? Samus?"
'Samantha?' Ciara added, watching from her subconsciousness. 'What do you want from that bitch?'
Sunny ignored her insulting statement, focusing on Dave. "Can you get dressed for me, Dave?"
His eyes narrowed, "For what?" he questioned."The bed is getting lonely."
Using her Psychic powers, she gave him his clothes scattered amongst the floor, hastily shoving him out the door and showed him the briefcase from last night. As if a lightning bolt struck his very soul, he dashed off, not saying a word.
Dave ran full speed, quickly locating the usual restroom and stripped. His mind floated off into deep thought as streams of warm water raced down his toned body from the shower above. He scrubbed his flesh of any muck or grime away from his skin making sure all was spotless using the complimentary body wash and towel. "Now that I think about it." He thought to himself, going to the faucet and inspecting his looks. "This house…it fucking has everything!"
Spying a cabinet above, he dried himself with an engraved towel, careful about the scar on his back as he felt a sensation he had never felt before, "Damn this…" he cooed. "It feels so awesome. Ours feels like sandpaper compared to this.."
A knock echoed from the door, sending him back earth. "Yes?" he answered as he just realized something.
"What are you doing in there?" replied a cheerful Samantha. "I brought your old clothes back, good as new."
Dave peeked his head through the door, grabbing his clothes in a flash. "You can at least say thank you..." she pouted.
"My bad," he apologized, stepping out fully dressed in his jeans, white tee, and running shoes. Dave paused, scanning the frame that was Samantha. She was wearing grey shorts, a black tank top, and black boots complete with a purse and pony tailed hair.
"Like what you see?" she flirted, grinning widely.
He snickered. "Kind of... I'd thought being from such a high standard family and all, you'd dress less revealing."
Samantha laughed, digging in her purse handing him a small brown bag. " Yeah, yeah, typical stereotyping. Freshen up before you start judging, big guy."
He opened the bag and blushed, getting the message, and moments later he was out again with a minty scent. "Follow me," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway, heading to the garage.
An ear shattering screech roared through the corridors, making the duo flinch from such a sharp note. It was Ninjask's cries of terror, flying for its life and hiding behind Samantha's leg like a frightened toddler. Sunny trailed behind, briefcase in hand and head hung low.
"What's wrong, Sunny?" Dave asked as Samantha tries to calm the scared Ninjask.
"He called me a monster…" she whined. "All I wanted was to be friends, but Ciara got mad and pushed him."
'And he tried to bite us, that fucker! So much for our plan!' Ciara added, even though she couldn't be heard.
Dave scratched his head, lost. "Who is this 'he'?" He asked walking over to her and giving a light pat on the back. "You mean Ninjask? If so, it's best you keep your distance. He's still shaken up from the battle, that's all. We'll work out somehow, ok? So don't cry..."
"No, I won't.." Sunny sniffled, giving him a quick hug.
Samantha had already placed Ninjask in his ball. Checking the time on her phone, she cut everything short. "Alright, enough of that mushy stuff. It's almost eleven, and we have a client to catch."
Dave glanced over to the bathroom and back to her. "What about my clothes?" he pointed out.
"Leave them there." she replied, "Father's men cleans up for me anyways."
Dave raised a brow, but trusted her logic and strode to the garage with Sunny by his side, lightly tugging on his shirt. Samantha followed, questioning herself about the mental state of that Gardevoir. First it was a menace just this morning, and now its all docile and sweet! Just how severe is that illness?
They reached the red muscle car. "Where we're going is 3 miles out East. It's impossible by foot to make it in time." Samantha spoke out loud, throwing the keys to Dave and opening the garage door. "You have a license, right?"
Dave stared blankly at the keys. "As a matter of fact….the thing is…I don't know how to drive…" he replied, feeling his pride being damaged. "What's the point of having a car for a Pokemon journey? From what I've learned, you travel everywhere on foot, meet people, go camping, exploring, catch wild Pokemon... you know, the whole nine yards. If we used a car, it would feel like we'd be cheating." Sunny nodded in agreement.
Samantha laughed, then went dead serious, not unlike her father. "Let's make one thing straight here. I hired you to be my traveling companion out of kindness, but whatever work comes my way, you must be of aid." She said, walking to Dave, taking the keys and starting the car. It rumbled to life as she put it in gear, rolling out into driveway and waiting for them.
In nick of time, thanks to Samantha's rush hour driving skills, the Mauville City skyline was soon in view. Along the very route Dave found Sunny, Route 117, a suspicious pickup truck began tailgating them, (No pun intended) cruising just two car lengths behind. The sound of the car's engine bothered Ciara and Samantha. The closer they got to the mouth of the city, the more Samantha and Ciara got on edge.
"Hey guys," said Dave, glancing over to the rear view mirror. "I think someone's following us.."
"No shit, Sherlock," cursed Samantha, slapping the car in third, gaining some speed. "Hang on, I'll dust them."
Dave looked at Sunny, who seemed pissed for some reason. The spikes of fur that erected from the sides of her head were lowered, and she was biting her thumb. Although it was faint, there was a shade of blue glittering in the depths of her eyes.
She noticed Dave staring at her, ceasing all her actions. "Yes?" she asked, forcing a straight face.
"Nothing," he lied. "Just buckle up a little tighter, ok?"
The pickup was in hot pursuit of the crew closing in on them, giving a little nudge on the fender.
"Damn it!" Samantha hollered, sinking her foot on the gas, redlining third then power shifting to forth, making the car rattle with raw horsepower. The truck's measly V6 was no match for the car's V8, or so it seemed. A whistle was heard and within seconds it was back on their tail, stronger than ever. Both vehicles were on a highway, whizzing past traffic at a breakneck speed of over 100 MPH, approaching the boundaries of the city.
"The fuck's going on!?" Dave panicked, spying the pursuers from the passenger side mirror.
"How the hell should I know?!" Samantha shot back but just as quick as chase started it ended.
Engines and tires screamed past the city borders and the truck braked, vanishing in the traffic behind, never to be seen again. In the time that Dave was trying to collect himself, they were already at a massive neon lit casino. Gangsters, punks, and even prostitutes hung around the entrance, talking about their past lives and looking for easy pickings. An exotic neon sign dancer was hoisted high in the air by a metal frame that read: 'The Game Corner: Gentlemen's Club and Casino.'
"This is the place." explained Samantha, handing him the case. "All you have to do is walk up to the bouncer and ask for 'Dusty'. He should lead you to him. Give 'Dusty' the case and you'll get an identical one in return. If anyone asks for your name, tell them it's 'Pete', understand?"
Dave nodded, stepping out the car along with Sunny. "Good man!" Cheered Samantha. "Now hurry up so we can get the hell out of here!"
Going into a nervous sweat, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Sunny was sticking behind his back, growling like a possessive puppy at anybody who walked by, growing more irritated with each passing second. He reached the bouncer, going through with the plan.
"I'm here to see Dusty," Dave explained to him.
The large man raised an eyebrow. "Follow me, closely."
"So far so good," Dave thought to himself. "Now all I have to do is not fuck up."
The bouncer opened the door, and the duo was greeted with tobacco smoke, loud music, and a sight filled with lust and greed. Men threw dollar bills at dancers on the stage above, cursing like sailors on a drunk night out. Waitresses walked around in skimpy swimsuits and cosplays, getting random smacks on the ass as they went about serving lewd men that harbored the tables. Some was even heard giving a special 'service' to those who pay extra in broad light for all to see as slot machines spun in the background.
The bouncer came to a halt, opening a door to a backroom stylized with loves seats, red walls, and carpet, with a few used condoms scattered here and there.
In center of it all was a white haired, brown eyed, tattooed young man no more than 24 years stripped down to the buff, getting 'service' from a maid. It took no explanation as what she was doing as her head bobbed up and down.
"The shit you want, dog?" The man complained in a dragged voice.
"I'm Pete, and I've come to deliver this package." replied Dave, trying his best not to stare.
"Oh, so you're 'Pete' this time, eh?" the man said, holding back a moan. He reached under one of the sofas, grabbing the look alike case and exchanging it with Dave. Soon the man groaned in pleasure as he blew his load, making the woman gag and choke.
She tried to catch her breath, dumping his load in her hand, but the man burst into a fit of rage and smacked the remaining semen straight from her mouth onto Dave's shoe. "Did I fucking ask you to stop, you dipshit!?" he demanded, squeezing her jaws and shoving her back into his shaft, degrading her face before one final fist to the nose knocked her out cold.
The man went from enraged to relaxed in seconds, not giving to two shits about the woman bleeding out on the floor and being used as a footstool. "Sorry about that," he laughed, lighting a smoke and toying with a Pokeball.
At this point, Dave was boiling with rage, but he didn't show it. "Scumbag!" he thought furiously. "How can he do that? People like him deserve to be 6 feet under!"
"My thoughts exactly..." Agreed Ciara monotonically.
Dave glance over to the Gardevoir whom was fully transferred to Ciara's control. "What do you say? Bust this guy's ass and bail?" he suggested.
"No, I know Harvey." she warned. "He's as cunning as a fox. He always has something planned."
Dave was stunned, "You mean this guy? The one who abused and ditched you? All the more reason to tear him a second asshole!"
Suddenly the swung open, and unknown masked men swarmed inside and shot the duo point blank in the back with ABS rounds, paralyzing them. The man burst into hysterical laughter. "Long time no see, Ciara.."
Oh no, our characters have finally met Harvey! Stay tuned! Thank GhostShadow6661 for the Spanish trans!- TA