Sup bros and gals, TP here to bring more fanfiction goodness! This chap is longer than the usual and for good reasons. Also I followed my editor's guidance and read up on a bunch of other fanfics and have what you so one might see a reference here and there some small, some hidden, who knows. BTW I'm on break now so that means more chaps can be uploaded, yay! Read, like and review! -TropicalAce
Chapter 12: Safe Recovery
Squad cars were on their way to the Game Corner, preparing for a swarm with a certain man in high hopes to catch a lead on criminal they've been chasing for years. Sirens cried as the cars entered the parking lot with the herd's leader first on the scene. The officer grabbed his intercom and sent out a broadcast to his colleges, "This is unit 280: Hopkins, motorist are reporting a code 10-37, approach with caution, it appears to have been an illegal pokemon battle."
He popped out the car, strapping himself with light body armor lugged with a flashlight, pistol and a single pokeball tucked away within its packets. His small army of eight dressed the same fully equipped in identical orderly fashion, making a quick scan of the building's exterior.
"Alright everyone," Hopkins spoke out, "We split into parties of 2, I want team 1 to scatter the area and see what you can find that can give us some leads. Team 2 you're with me, we'll brace the entrance and flash them out, understand?"
"Why the hell do you need all this man power?" one officer complained tugging on his vest, glancing at his comrades for support, "I mean shit, all eight of us? Chances are those clowns already left so I don't see the need for all this." Hopkins clenched his fist with a troubled look on his face, "Oh yeah? Better safe then sorry, these bastards are unpredictable."
The officer sighed, "Unpredictable you say? Look around Hopkins, they're gone! This is 4 man job at best, what you're doing is overkill!"
Hopkins starred at the man with a blank expression, sending him into a slight chill, "Listen here, Marshal? You have no idea what influence and power one individual can have. So what you're telling me is to send in my men to face off with a black list criminal and possibly meet their deaths? If Can you live with that burden, I'll gladly welcome you as leader of this squad, well can you?"
Marshal avert his eyes from the veteran's firm glare, "No sir.."
"Good, now let's do our damn jobs."
With no further complains, the group cuts its numbers by half with Hopkins and the other three in tow. They braced themselves against the walls of the entrance, peers of two on the east and west side, waiting for his word. 'Flash on three,' he motioned, with a comrade pausing for his approval.
Hopkins nodded, giving the all clear and in flew a canister with a deafening bang. Although the sound was loud, it did nothing to stop their thundering boots from flooding the floor like a swarm of angry bees, making sure that their presence was known.
But their raid soon came to a halt as their nostrils greeted the heavy stale air that is decay and dried blood. What once was a shady establishment to drink and gamble the sorrows of life away was a shambled mess of flipped tables splattered crimson with a few them destroyed. The hardwood floor was no longer a bright golden brown for their seams flowed a deep red, staining them. Flies soon buzzed around, enjoying their meal on decapitated ringed appendages not too far away from disturbed men.
Slowed by squashing noises their boots made they still pushed forward, breaking apart and doing a quick sweep of the building. Hopkins on the other hand, stayed within the lobby when his ears picked up an almost inaudible whine, sparking his curiosity. "Hot damn son," a gravelly voice grumbled, breaking his trance, " This is worst than my summer job as a night security guard.." The startled veteran shot his head to source, whipping out his pistol with lightning reflexes, "Whoa there calm down," the bulky figure spoke, "We don't want any friendly casualties, do we Hopkins?"
The officer's frightened expression lightened and cracked a smile, lowering his gun. "I guess not, Rider. So did you find anything?"
"We found nothing of importance," he replied, "but we did notice some scribbles on the wall showing that is gang territory though."
"What gang? Is it Team Rocket? Aqua or Magma?"
"Nope, apparently it was The Walkers, the new guys. It's surprising that they manage to cease a tiny percent of Team Rocket's territory."
Hopkins laughed, "'Cease'? Don't fool yourself, they simply lost interest in this area since there's no longer 'market'. The Walker's leader 'Dusty', is just is just another one of those mongrels sucking up the leftovers Team Rocket left behind."
Raiden slipped a cigarette from his vest's packets, "True, but you need to learn to relax the brains man, you'll soon explode one day if you don't. Here, want a smoke?"
His friendly gesture made the harden officer smile but his break was short, his ears once again picking up that discrete sound of a whimper. This time his curiosity was aroused, cutting the conversation and pinpointed the general area, a red door left slightly ajar. Hopkins motioned to Raiden to lower his voice as he flanked the right side of the door, waiting.
Panic and terror flowed through the Zoroark's veins when she heard the humans approaching, trying her best to move. Proving to be futile, her options for escape begin to dwindle by the second. Her eyes scanned for anything, anything at all to help her plot an exit route. She saw the human from before on the ground with her crisp noggin frying up dangerously desperate idea. She thought that if she transformed again, maybe just maybe, she could pass off as a human being and receive first aid, getting out of here free as a bird. With nothing to lose she pulled through with plan, ignoring her body's protest that changing now could be fatal.
She concentrated as a purple glow engulfed her being, slowly beginning to push out her previous form with soul crushing consequences. Agony roared through her lungs, sounding nearly demonic as the last limb of her human body materialized. The Zoroark's chest was set ablaze with exhaustion, barely even noticing the humans rushing over to her side, yelling at her.
"Hang in there, everything's gonna alright!" The figure on her right yelled, quickly pulling out a strange looking black box. "Yeah, dispatch?" he spoke into the box as his partner tried comfort her with words of hope. "Yeah, we've got a 10-53, requesting an EMT on scene. Also, bring officer Jenny, we need her."
Seeing how the humans flailed over her relieved a huge burden from her shoulders, letting out fake smile in knowing that her plan had worked.
Nearly to the hospital, a Zoroark was waging war for her life, almost losing the fight. But with help of defibrillator and quick action, she regained control and emerged victorious. The insides of the ambulance rattled and shake as the 7 ton clinic on wheels tried its best to avoid bumps and cracks in the road, pulling up to the hospital's entrance with doctors and nurses on the ready. Her mind slipped in and out from consciousness as the Zoroark saw the humans hovering over her, racing her to the emergency room, placing a mask over her face to help the flow of air for her burning lungs.
Finally bursting into the E.R, her heart slowed to a sloth's pace with her vision tunneling in, forcing her into a sleep of eternal darkness.
To the doctor's despair, the female's eyes start to dilate with her heart beating its last rhythm of life. A surgeon pulled out a shot of adrenaline placing her on the operation table with the help of others, hooking her up to life support. "Hurry!" He exclaimed, "Her heart needs a jump! Get the defibrillator!" As ordered, a nurse brought the device fully charged and ready for use. The surgeon rubbed the two pads together with them crying their high pitch tone, preparing for a discharge.
"Clear!"
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-Zap!-
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"Clear!"
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-Zap!-
"Damn!" The Surgeon swore, injecting the Zoroark with adrenaline, waiting for a few seconds, watching the heart monitor like a predator but praying that his victim survives. Just when all hope seemed lost for the illusion pokemon, a beep filled the room raising all heads in amazement as the monitor was now reading a steady beat. Those beeps of vitality bought smiles on everyone's faces, especially the surgeon for he felt like he had won a battle against the grip of death. Victory was short lived for the medical personnel for they soon got to work mending the Zoroark's wounds whom was still under the guise of human little by little, stitch by stitch.
Two days has now passed since the incident, two grueling days of torment and hatred flew by as she lied in the hospital's bed, sore in all places she could think of. Coming to her senses, she heard the voices of people whispering over her head so she kept her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.
"I'm afraid she won't be able to see out the right eye anymore.." A light voice explained on her left, "3rd degree burns caused a flash burn, we tried to fix it but we only regained 10% of her original vision, so we have to ask if she wants to keep the eye or not. It also destroyed most of her skin but with some laser surgery, we duplicated some skin cells, although it'll leave some scarring. Hair wise, she'll be permanently bald on the upper right of her scalp with some facial hair loss."
"What could of done this?" Another voice spoke with concern, "It's like a bomb or something went off right in front of her, whatever she has been through I hope that I never experience, Dr. Ion."
Dr. Ion's voice dropped to a deep tone, "I feel the same way but come, let our patient rest in peace now. We must give a report to the police, who ever did this could be charged with attempted murder."
Footsteps were heard as well as a metal door closing, signaling her to get up. Her orbs were greeted with the sting of sunlight pouring through her bedside window, spreading the room in a variety of godly rays. She gasped, for her vision was one sided, as if someone covered the entire half of her face with their hand, blocking one eye from the world's view.
Her remaining sight fanned out the room in blind rage, brushing her hand over her cheeks, feeling the rough grooves of bandages hooked around her face. Terrified, she hopped out of bed despite her body's cries, spotting a near by bathroom, making a mad dash for a mirror.
The right side of her head was dressed in a tight wrapping of medical tape from the chin up, a light blue hospital gown flowed to her ankles with her frame just barely visible. Patches covered her arms where they injected her, showing what trauma she went through just to see another day. Slowly waving a hand over the mirror, her reflection faded back to it's original form showing the full extent of the damage. A massive scar spanned from below the eyelid and straight across the forehead like a crescent moon shape, bleached in tone.
"That fucking bitch!" she yelled, nearly ripping off the protective cloth. " I swear the next time I see her she's dead!"
She placed another hand on the mirror, sliding it down to make sure this wasn't a dream nor one of her illusions but the sensations that surged through her reassured her that it was indeed real. Soon her ears scouted the mumble of oncoming chatter and footsteps as she went back to the bed to rest her already tired body. A chestnut haired doctor entered the room, with a mask covering the lower half of his face complete with a surgical gown. He pulled down his mask and smiled, "Glad to see you're awake, I thought you never come out of that coma so soon. I must say that your healing rate is astonishing, far beyond from what I've seen over the years, it's like you're not human.."
Those words made the Zoroark flinch as she sat up stiff as a board like a machine. Of course the doctor saw this but he blew off and continued to speak, "Well Miss, my name is Dr. Stewart Ion, can I get yours?"
The Pokemon eyes grinded to the doctor's on looking orbs like rusty gears then starred at her hands, deep in thought. She never had a name, her master never gave her a name but he had one so why didn't she? Why do humans find putting a label on everyone so damn important, isn't Zoroark good enough? Her mind raced back to the past, remembering the Gardevior that did this her but the mere memory made her steaming mad, cutting it out of her head. She had to think of a name fast for the doctor was starring at her with a worrisome expression with a hint of suspicion. Deciding that nothing else can go wrong, she clenched his fists tight on the bed sheets, shutting her lids.
"My name is-" she croaked dryly, "My name is…Scarlet.."
Dr. Ion raised a brow at irony and coincidence, "Scarlet hmm?...What a beautiful name."
Scarlet painted a cold and flat look on her face with no effort as the doctor returned the favor with a smile, heading to a drawer next to the bathroom's door, retrieving a pair of scissors.
Scarlet growled at the sight of it, wanting to fight back but she was too weak to do anything right now, even struggling to keep this form.
The doctor lowered the scissors to his side and out of view, placing a hand on the irritated Scarlet trying to calm her. "Stay calm, " Dr. Ion cooed, slowly resting the expose blades beside her. "I'm not going to hurt you, we just need to remove those bandages, ok?"
Scarlet eyes was now swelling with tears free falling to the bed below both red and clear as the doctor snipped each strand free from her head.
"Oh, one more thing, you might feel a little discomfort with your eyes tearing out in an attempt to flush them out." Dr. Ion explained, taking off the last straps bandages. "You'll only irritate the eye more if you well….cry so to speak."
He traced back to the drawer and fished out a handheld mirror and some tissue, resting it by the bedside with a heavy expression on his face. "I know this may be hard to accept but please, have a look."
The Zoroark's long list of reasons to loathe that Gardevoir increased by one when her vision came through only one eye and pitch black with a shimmer of grey out the other just like before. As nerve racking as this already was, she pushed forward soaking in her new formed face which indeed had crescent moon shaped scar spanning from scalp to cheek in a bleached tone. Her once clear sky blue pupil was now nothing more than a deserted white desert surrounded by a canvas of reddish like color, puffed up from the unwanted invasion of bacteria and tears.
She tighten her grip on the mirror's handle, snapping it like twig. Looking one more time to confirm that it was her, she threw it against the wall shattering it and shoved the doctor out of the way, racing out the door. Dr. Ion slumped in the corner having the wind knocked out of him, getting to his feet.
"Stop!" He yelled, giving chase through the halls. "You're hurt!"
Staff members looked upon the Zoroark shocked as she and her pursuer ran through the halls cutting to the right with Dr. Ion slowing down to a near by nurse telling her to get the security guards to block the front entrance then resumed running. He couldn't believe this was a human he was chasing for she already vanished out of sight, could she really be injured? Screaming and grunting was heard making the doctor sprint towards the source spotting a small female figure going toe to toe with two of the guards blocking her exit to freedom as more and more people gathered round to spectate the show.
She bolted with unnatural speed with her hands swaying wide, jumping at them like an enrage animal. One guard ripped out his taser hitting his mark but was rewarded with a knee to the jaw. His frame rebounded off his college's fast hands, forcing him back on his feet and charging his taser once more. "Alright lad," the guard sneered, smearing the blood from his lip. "Ah don't want ta have to do this front of all these people here but.." He trailed off turning up the voltage, charging at Scarlet whom was at a stand still with mischievous grin.
As the man came into reach, she played a game of leap frog, using his momentum against him, throwing him to the ground and leaped from his back then dived for the other. The small security starred at his approaching doom with wide eyes, taking a swift blow to the head and knocking him out.
With no one on her tail, she looked back with a smile to review her handy and disappeared off into the distance into the mass of humans and structures.
-Two Days Later-
A small private squadron of sedans hummed down the peaceful streets of Slateport Harbor, protecting all but one man, the head of the one of the most infamous gangs, Mr. Garcia, coming home after a long day of work. He sat lavishly enjoying the luxurious comforts his limo provided, watching the small television placed before him, palgued with boredom, surfing through its channels. He slipped a cigar setting it alight, filling the cabin with smoke, thinking of his wife and child. It's been years since he last meet that woman, years since he last saw the near spitting image of Samantha, He sighed out a thick cloud of smog, pushing down the window to let it run free.
His parade of cars slowed from dense traffic of Route 110 sure, he could of taken the trainer's route but now in his old age, he can only dream of it. Garcia flipped through the channels once more, coming across the news channel and there was woman he thinking about on a podium for all to see, She wore a thigh cut skirt with a slit on the end. Her greyish tanned blue bangs arched across her forehead, barely hiding those stained emerald jewels from the media's hungry eyes. Officer Jenny across from each region spanned out into a line, keeping the eager cameramen and journalist in a check with their Growlithes sitting close at hand.
"The Hoenn Region's police are on the look out for suspects," She began, speaking in a commanding tone. "regarding the incident from last week. They are considered to be armed and dangerous. Once again if you have any reports on this matter, please report to the police immediately."
She glanced around the press room filled with news media and jittery reporters with pads at the ready just burning to ask a question. Finally the silence was broken, "So what is your standing on this matter? Who were the people that attacked the Game Corner?" A reporter asked.
She sighed with a stern look on her face, "As of now, we do not know who precisely attacked but we do know that it is linked with The Walkers with some traces of Team Rocket."
The crowd went silent once more with another question barking out from the end of the mass of people, "Rumors and conspiracies are spreading around like wild fire saying that the police have some sort of connection with these hoodlums, what are you're thoughts on that?" The woman smiled devilishly, starring directly into the camera, watching him. "No comment." she creaked, stepping down from the podium, leaving the room with her audience in state of confusion and disarray.
Soon after, the army of cars stopped, arriving to his destination, with his men following the routine forming a perimeter around him as Charles came to open the door. "We have arrived, Sir." Charles bowed, "This will be our place of residence until you are ready to depart for Sinnoh." Garcia smiled stepping out his car soaking in the grand scenery before him, the building stood a clean four stories high off the ground encased in a land of deep green grass with palm trees lining out the entrance.
Bird pokemon both Swellow and Pigeotto shriek their names soaring gracefully within the wind's grasp, glistening in the sun's warmth. The don stretched his stiff limbs breathing in that fresh salty sea air, filtering out any tobacco smoke that lingered in his body, outing the cigar. Walking up and through the entrance in great stride, he saw the reception table through the entrance with his cronies acting like shadows, sticking ever so close to him.
A nervous glance from the woman swept across all who stood before her, feeling surrounded by a pack of wolves sizing up their future meal.
"H-how may I-I help you?" she asked with every ounce of courage she could muster.
The man's eyes squinted, "Yes, I would like to know how many rooms are available, hmm?" he questioned through a Spanish accent.
Nervously tapping through the computer with the skill of an pedestrian, she spoke, "19, S-sir.."
Garcia rubbed his chin, turning to his trustworthy driver Charles for guidance, " How many are you again?"
Charles chuckled, "13, including you Sir."
The man stroked his hand through his hair," 13 huh?" Alright everyone, time dig in that shallow pit you call a pocket and see if we can scrape together some change."
His men looked at him puzzled but began their hunt for cash anyways soon coming up with results and Charles was the first. "I got a 5.."He admitted shamefully, handing it into the waiting hands of Garcia only to be rejected with frostbite stare.
"Anybody else?!" The don's voice roared, " Come on, you work for me, you should at least have slow 100 bill lyin' around somewhere!"
The men moaned as if they were pulling out their souls as Garcia's hand fill with cash, turning to the receptionist with a plastered smile, "447 Poke eh?" Garcia mumbled, displeased at the amount of money he held as if it was an abomination, slipping it into his back pocket erupting cries of anguish from his men.
"Well.." the woman interrupted, " the price for all of you is 1550 poke dollars, if you can't afford it-" She was cut off by a nasty glare as a thin stack of green seamlessly appeared before her. "I don't like when people insult me young lady," he warned in a threatening tone, "Best watch your tongue."
A silent 'eep' escaped the woman's lips," I-my apologizes, Sir." she whimpered gesturing the men to follow her.
"Now there's a good girl." applaud Garcia, "Keep the change, think of it as a reward for good manners."
She gave a slow nod as they approached an elevator, pressing the button for the vacant 4th floor. How they all manage to fit in there that, we will never know. Reaching the floor of choice, she showed them their rooms with haste, quickly taking her leave from the lion's den. Garcia pulled Charles to the side, speaking in his native tongue, "I want you to silence her if she talks."
-Mauville City-
Alone and broken somewhere within the allies of Mauville City rested a Zoroark in it's original form, slouching down as her stomach rages for food. It's been three hard days since she last had a solid meal and that fight with the guards did no justice. Her eyes drowned in pain if she ever so as much as to do quick jolt to the left or right. She watched aimlessly as the humans beaming bright smiles, ignoring her like she did not exist. She was on the hunt for her master ever since the incident but with no success, she was assumed abandoned.
She shook her head at the thought of it, "N-no my human would never leave me.." She panted, " I just need to try harder." Following that resolve, she forced herself up as a lavender light once again eats her, spitting out the human form that is Scarlet. She paused for a moment though, for everything seemed bigger than she remembered. Scanning her body with a wave paralyzing numbness bathing over her, she realized that it was not everything that got bigger, she just shrunk.
The once tall and graceful Scarlet was now a child within the ages of 5 or 7, her hair was raspberry red with black ends with an accompanying pony tail dangling at shoulder length. Her body didn't even complete the transformation for her wolf like ears still flop about. Her clothes also underwent some serious downgrading, there was no sports bra or a pair of badass pants here, nope. It was just a plain old white tank top, red shorts complete with a pair of flip flops that looked like they've been bought from a local flea market.
"Damn, I'm running on fumes here." The Zoroark complained with pre-school slur, " I don't I'll last…"
Thinking things couldn't have gotten any worse, the aftermath of the numbness rammed her hard like she just got mowed down by bulldozer fully equipped with pins and needles. She winced but carried on, walking out into the streets with her stomach growing ever so empty.
Strolling down the crowed sidewalks, people watched in pure confusion, giving both curious and scornful stares as a child with the face of a murderer went among her own business. Fingers were pointed, whispers were spread, assumptions were made the more she walked but for some odd reason, she wanted to break something but she didn't know why, it could be the whispers of the humans although when she was big, she'd just ignore them. But why does it bother her now? The short answer? That Gardevior obviously, she couldn't wait to get her eager claws wrapped around that swine's neck.
"Great," she scuffed, "Now I'm starving and can't find my human great, just fucking great… "
Hours later still blindly hunting down her trainer's cold trail it was getting harder and harder for her to stay awake. Occasionally she would stop dead in her tracks for a quick snooze up right nearly falling as she did. She felt a drip from the heavens, shooting her head up and spotting a near by rain cloud leaving a batch of miserable humans in its wake. Hopes of fining her trainer now almost ready to be shattered into pieces, she couldn't hold on any longer, she looked everywhere but couldn't find him. Her body was preparing to break down and an unscheduled rain bath was about to happen any time now with no shelter in sight.
The tired pokemon froze there as her drive to find her trainer fades, her heart pumping the rhythm of anger seasoned with a dash of dread. Feeling this sinking sensation deep within her, she scanned her surroundings one more time reveling an area unknown to her. The streets lined with department stores closed from a long day's work. Abundance of humans have drop to that of a drip feed, only with a few carrying an umbrella to protect themselves from the promised threat of rain letting down a gentle spray. The hum of a passing cars have now become a rarity, leaving the road almost desolate.
She wanted to cry but the heavens did it for her, masking the town in a mist of rain. She quickly ran under a ledge still getting wet from the feet down, "Well that's it," She complained, as the rain's chill made its presence with it's freezing coldness. " I've officially been abandoned, might as well sit here and rot! " Suddenly her body was once more taken hostage by the lavender light, throwing her back out into the world. She looked at her arms, smiling that she was back in her original form as the world around her went upside down, she fell to the floor exhausted. A car drove by coming to a stop, killing its engine. Soon a figure rushed over her sheltering her from the rain.
"Um, excuse me are you alright?" the figure asked with a sense of concern. "What happened to its face? The poor thing must of lost its way being out here in the streets and all." She wanted to scare off whoever disturbed her moment of weakness but only whimpered as a response, catching glance of the figure. He was a rather middle aged looking male, wearing that of a black tucked vest along side a beret covering his periwinkle hair. Pale mango skin and grass green eyes drawn that of a pained expression plastered with a forced smile, fitting nicely with his brown pants and shoes with some mud scrapped around the soles of his feet.
"Wow, you're hurt." he sighed, kneeling down extending a helping hand. " I can help you know but I need you to get up." The weak Zoroark's feeble arms and legs collapsed like crippled pillars, sending her flopping back into the ground. She groaned in pain, trying one more to find a footing but her fragile state bounded her like chains, whining before the man's eyes.
A growing sense of pity swelled within the chest of Samaritan for the injured pokemon laying on the cold and wet concrete sidewalk. He felt that surged emotion of loss boiling in his stomach as memories of that train crash confiscated his mind, sending him back that faithful day for a brief moment. His very being seemed to stop in time but fought himself reminding him that it was not his fault, "Be calm James, you can do this…. Besides, I won't be welcomed in the Pokemon Center any time soon."
A deep breath and a heave later, a peaceful Zoroark was lying comfortably in the confines of his coupe with no little to no resistance. He quickly ran over to the driver, igniting the car back to life. The sudden jitter made her jump in surprise staring at the man deciding weather or not it was a good idea to let her guard down around a complete stranger, but her sense of touch completely overthrown any nerve of doubt. The tattered seat felt tailor made for her aching body as strange little slots blew heated air sending her into land of bliss.
Just when she thought she'd seen it all, the man twisted a knob on the dash and out sang a voice accompanied by a melody filling the silence between the two. She cocked her head to the side, looking at the indents in the door where singing originated, her mind blown. She wanted to continue but sleep came like a ghost, putting her to rest.
Later on the sun was setting, shining it's ray's of forgiveness after the onslaught of rain as a small coupe rolled up to a cream vanilla painted home crawling slowly inside its garage. The sudden stop made Zoroark stir bringing her back to the waking world. A shrill of pain caressed her face making her slumped from the undying agony, throwing her hand over in an attempt to sooth the tender flesh. A worried James stepped out his car walking the side opening the door, "Can you walk?" he asked, earning a snarl of suspicion, "Don't worry, there is no foul play here, I just want to help."
The Zoroark rejected his friendly gesture with a frown, rising up on her feet a little light headed. Her legs nearly buckled under their own weight but she quickly grabbed James's shoulder for support.
"I'll take that as no then?" James sighed, tugging their way to a white door leading to what seems to be a place where humans gather their food with her one sided vision instantly sucked in her surroundings. The whole place was a spacious one room layout with only an island coupled with a bar giving it some form of distinction, also giving a pathway that lead to the living room and a hallway on the right. A seamless flat surface stove populated most of the island contour's real estate with a whine rack and dish washer placed directly underneath. A French styled fridge towered high, joining the cabinets and stone treated counter tops that trimmed the out skirts of the kitchen.
James being the gentle soul he is, placed her on lime green sofa as she saw the baked white walls moderately decorated with pictures of a woman and a Meowth smiling brightly beside him showing their past adventures. Along side that was a massive picture frame of the woman hung proudly over a fire place as the center piece of the room.
"Sit here," I'll be right back, I'll get something to treat that eye of yours.." And with that, he walked off into the hallway and into a bathroom.
Scarlet sat there with her acute sense of smell teasing her that food is near by making her mouth quiver. James however, was on his way back with a hand full of meds, resting them on the table and kneeling to her.
"Alright this might sting a little," he began, removing her hand cautiously wiping her face clean of any dirt. "so try not to bite, kay?"
Before she knew it, a cotton swab swept over crescent moon scar, masking it in irritating sting of rubbing alcohol. She whined but it quickly dissipated leaving her skin spec free. James then got some eye droplets and placed his hand dangerously close to a set of jaws that can easily snap through bone as a growl escaped the Zoroark's muzzle but that did nothing to stop his caring hands. He effortlessly gripped her snout forcing her head down flushing out her eyes as the pokemon starred at him, dumbfounded.
"See that wasn't so bad was it?" he asked, placing the medical supplies away then heading to the kitchen, "Are you hungry?"
She gave quick a nod along with the roar of an empty stomach, rising to her feet panting and walking over to him. She found herself mesmerized as James pulled out a cardboard box filled with the mystical food humans called 'pizza.' Taking out a few slices, James heated them up and presented them to her on the table, whose mind was packed with curiosity. A sweet aroma tickled the Zoroark's nose, enticing her stomach and set her desires to overdrive making it impossible for her to resist the cheesy goodness that is indeed pizza.
"What's wrong?" James questioned, taking a seat and a slice. "Come and sit, it's not like I'm going to poison you or anything."
Hearing the those words had the Zoroark planted beside him, erasing any form suspicion of the man. Her premature excitement came to crawl for she wondered how to eat such a thing, normally her Master wouldn't gave her some food unless she did good for him. And even if she was given food, it would have been that crummy old pokemon food anyways. But this was different, for pokemon food she would bend down on all fours and eat respectively but for this, she had to look at the human for wisdom.
She saw James gently grabbing it by the crust and gently pushing it into his mouth chewing a bit then swallowed...which seemed simple enough. Sadly that wasn't the case for her, for every time she time she tried to pick one up it will just slip through her claws like butter. She looked at the plate with nothing but pure disappointment with a threatening expression brewing on her features. Since the pizza just flat out rejected entry to her stomach, why not eat it old school, where's the harm in that? So she did exactly that, going mouth first slurping up anything edible, showing no mercy to her cheesy adversary.
Moments later the two finished their fast meal, with James collecting the plates preparing his nightly rituals for bed. "You can sleep on the couch," James offered, "rest up for tomorrow so you can leave."
With James taking his leave for dreamland, the Zoroark's attention was again stolen by the pictures that masked the room, especially the one that hung above the fire place. It's frame was gold painted with silver accents, the colors that stroke the pictures' grace was loud and vibrant forming the imagery of a beautiful woman. Her fiery red hair hooked inward like a wing at amazing hip length.
A grin filled with hope was placed firmly face with her gleaming with happiness as her arms lovingly hugged her bearing stomach as she sat on the chair. The Zoroark thought that this woman was woman was the source of this man's depression but why? What has she done to make him so riddled with sorrow? Then something clicked within the Zoroark's head, telling her that this woman was much more than just a companion, she was mate.
Soon pieces of an image started coming together, the reason why her care taker was in such distress. Coming to a conclusion utilizing whatever knowledge she had on human behavior, she realized the reason could be that his mate is dead. But, why throw yourself in dark and cold corner just because of the loss of a mate? How hard is it to find another one?
Well for her and her kind it was simple, meet, greet, fuck and sleep...although she had never done it before, she was pretty sure that's how it went...maybe...
The more she tried to thin out the logic behind human relations, the her head began to hurt so she decided to stop and look for a place to sleep. And with a yawn she threw her tired body on the couch like James suggested but a chill quickly made her spine quirk back up in a shiver.
"Damn it's cold," She grumbled in her Poke' language, stepping out into the hallway, heading to James's room. "Oi home owner, spare me a blanket will ya?"
She got no response as she crept closer to the door, peeking inside on the sleeping James. "Home owner-" she went silent for what lie inside was a sleeper's paradise with a king sized bed sprawling before her, standing between two night stands. The angel white sheets tempted her with lush waves of warm cloth, soaking the resting James in heat and comfort. Her eyes darted across the room out of caution spotting his threads that lined his closet with a familiar color scheme jogging her memory. It was the pattern of the legacy gang Team Rocket with a bright red 'R' printed across a white jump suit in all its glory.
"There's no fucking way I'm sleeping with the enemy." She whispered, "I'd rather die.."
Despite her objections, a swift cool breeze quickly changed her mind, gritting her teeth and slowly slithering within the sheets like a ninja of master proportions. With that, she mentally swore that she'll get her revenge on that damned Gardevoir, drifting off into the silence of the night mere seconds later..
"Boss, shall we go after them?" a grunt asked, presenting his boss with some pictures, " We know their location, it's best we take them out now before they become a problem."
The white haired man crossed his legs, sitting upon a deep red sofa, hiding his identity within the darkness of an empty room. "No," he smiled, taking the pictures, "but let me ask this, what is a bug, hmm?"
A perplexed expression painted the grunt's hooded face, "Uh, an insect…boss?"
"And what do you do to said insect?"
The grunt scratched his head, clearly making sure he chooses his words wisely fearing that they may be his last. "Well I guess...s-since they're pest, we kill them?"
"Good, good," the boss cracked, letting out a wicked grin, "you're not as dumb as you look. Now what I have for you is one fucking job, sounds good, yea?"
The grunt nodded, ready to take his command, "Sure, I'll do anything boss, for the right price of course."
"Great," the man laughed, "I like obedient men. Now, all I want you is bring me the boy...alive. You know, kicking, screaming, Ya know? I want the works. Take some support if you need any. Who knows, if you
pass, the pay will be two times the usual, that includes anyone who decides to join in."
A smile spread across the grunt's face but he then frowned, "But boss, what about the money and guns we lost? Not to mention the Zoroark.." he trailed off.
The boss snapped his finger as if he just remembered something he had forgotten, "Oh, don't worry your pretty little head," he chimed, "that bitch always finds her way back, graveling at my feet. As for the money, have you forgotten our motto? "Spend one for the day, make thrice for tomorrow?"
"No, I haven't boss." laughed the grunt, taking his leave, "I'll be right back."
Minutes after the grunt's departure, a figure emerged from the sea of darkness, "I hope you know what you're doing, Harvey." the figure spoke in a gruesome tone.
"Relax old man, I know what I'm doing." Harvey reassured, handing the pictures to the figure, making his eyes widen. His sharp vision scanned the picture for legitimacy making sure that was indeed his target as a grin curved his lips.
"...It seems you've made some friends ... "
Sounds like Harvey has a sinister plan plotted somewhere along the horizon and more importantly, how will the self named Scarlet find her way back? Stay toasty for the next chap: Thieves vs. Gangstas! Read Like & Review!- TropicalAce
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