Chapter9-The two clichey Rockets-

Heavy drops of rain pour down on her fur making it all sticky and nasty as she ran down the road. Geodude following behind was grunting angry trying to stay conscious. Sora was a little worried that the geodude won't make it. I just started raining. The automatic door slide open, Sora diving in to the Pokemon Center landing on a red mat, Geodude doing likewise not as violently.

"Score! Touchdown!" Think about it, she didn't like football very much, sentence being needed of reversal. She sounded like a idiot, if there were anyone in the Pokemon Center. The entrance was clean and contemporary waiting couches nicely tucked, just without anyone or lights. A tumble weed could bounce by, but even that as absent. It was like a ghost town in a parallel universe.

"Hellooooo? Is anyone here?" Her voice echoed. There were some high-pitched laughing at the room behind the counter, sounding like the doomsday coming. Sora looked around like a nice lady with dignity, "Who's there? Nurse Joy, I need help."

"Who's there." The voice called back, then there was a dull smacking noise. "Ow!"

"Don't speak up yet, you idiot! You'll ruin everything!" A girl voice scolded. Sora raised her eyebrow from the familiar voice. Some whimpering sound followed with a click. A music started to play.

"To save the world fromultimate destruction."

"To show love and bug Pokemon are not weak."

"Amanda!"

"Kyle!"

"Together we can vanquish true evil and... Ow! I bit my tongue."

"You're such a idiot! And it's suppose to be longer! The tape's still rolling!"

"Venomat!"

The music played awhile after, and the tape player clicked after the end. The orange haired girl hit the guy with a newspaper a couple time till the guy fell down comically on the floor, limbs twitching. The girl was familiar, there being chameleon next to her bringing up vile memory.

"So! You were a thief after all! What are you planning now?" This time she was alert ready for a fight. Michael was still unconscious so she had to be extra careful. Sighing, Amanda lowered her knuckle. She was looking all over her until she was staring at Sora's dirty shirt.

"It's none of your business. Where's the other Pokemorph?" She said impassively. She looked colder than the first time they met, only showing a sly grin. It made Sora feel uncomfortable. She looked like she was planning something on her.

"What's going on. What are we doing in a space dome?" The guy, supposed called Kyle, stood up holding his head looking around the ceiling. He was taller than her and looked older too. He go slapped by the newspaper again which seem to straighten him up from his illusion. He finally noticed them, looking toward Michael.

"Hey, whose that unconscious guy? Is he dead?" Kyle stepped a little back when Geodude scowled back. Amanda looked like she was going to slap him, then she restrained and surveyed Michael.

"I don't think so, but maybe he broken a rib or something." Sora hoped that they didn't hijacked the Pokemon Center, if it was possible. This bought some pitiful eyes from Kyle.

"Ouch. That gonna hurt. Should I wake Nurse Joy..." The big fluff ball venomat jumped on to his chest, knocking him down with some screaming. Amanda dug her face into her hand, shaking her head. "Thanks Venomat. Anyway... We're going to kidnap you."

What? did she just heard what she think had reached her big ears? "Are you kidding? Can you two keep secrets." She ignored her remark and snapped her finger. Out of the far hall and entrance door right behind her and Geodude a mob of venomat came out of nowhere, knocking each other down to go in.

Amanda placed her palm on her hip."Didn't you listen to our introduction? Don't make fun of bug Pokemon, EVER!"

Chapter10-Escape-

After a hour of struggle, Sora stopped wrestling with the rope. At least it got more loose. It was burning into her wrist. It's really boring to wait for someone to save her, and without a company to talk with. She needed to find a way out. She guessed that they were in the back room of the Pokemon center, where all the healing is done, or severely injured Pokemon are kept. The cages occupied with a Pokemon was lined up like a wall, making it harder to look around for escape point.

It's no use. She can't do anything tied up on a pole with a unconscious kid and not knowing where Geodude is. She leaned on her side, touching the pole she was stuck on. She'll start with waking Michael up first then. If he's going to wake up any soon.

She whispered his name twice, pausing in between to see he reacts with a smallest movement. Then, twisting the rope, she slide closer to him and kicked him on the shin a couple of time. After three times, he stirred, moving his head up from the drooping position and woke up. He blinked twice, looking afraid.

"Now you woke up." Michael's shoulder jumped up and he crocked his head facing Sora. They both have to crock their head in weird angles to see each other.

"And now you noticed me?" He nodded, like he lost his voice. All of this had been too much for him. Getting chased by Rockets and millions of geodudes ramming them she could guess that would happen. If he had just known one nice geodude had carried him in safety while he was blacked out. "Never mind that. We need a plan to get out of here."

His eyes trailed around the room. "Why? And why are we in here?"

"Because the Rockets hijacked the place and they don't look that bright. They'll rot us here."

"Or turn us into the robber. How are we going to get out like this?" He wringed his arm with no avail like she was. He looked down lifelessly. He looked tired and she didn't want to work with someone who wasn't in a good mood, but they had to. Then they didn't have the energy to do this.

Still looking down, he said, "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Okay, but I'll make it short." She told him about the geodude herd, the Geodude who saved him and that she didn't know where he was. she told him the Rockets who hijacked the Pokemon Center was Amanda, a weird guy named Kyle and million of venomats.

"...Now we're here because Yasha wasn't with us." She finished. Michael looked down at his shoes, shifting them like he didn't know what to say. He looked impassive but Sora knew he was worried about the Geodude. The rubber heel squeaked and he pulled back his head, coming back to himself, his green eyes looking for something. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know. They took all our Pokemon." Sora started to feel sad. She should stay strong in a situation like this, but her Mckawl was missing, and her other Pokemon. What can the Rockets do to them. She can't let them down now. They have fought all of the battle, but times like this, when they are stuck in their Pokeball, it was her turn to do something. Heck, this the trainer's part of the party. She'll beat the Rockets like none of the Pokemon they met had.

Ignoring the less weight on her waist, she pushed her feet to the ground holding her body uplift and balancing her back on the pillar. This took more energy than she imagine.

"We're going ta save them. I think I can get free somehow." She panted. The rope was pretty loose, maybe made out of cheap material too. She bash the rope behind her, pushing the pillar with the back of her feet leaning forward. Michael stared, annoyed.

"You think that'll..."

Sora shrieked as the ripping sound of the rope was heard and fall flat on her face. She mourned, rubbing her nose with her now freed hands.

"It worked!" She said, sticking her tongue at the ropes dangling on her right arm. She just now wished her nose wasn't broken.

"I hope the Rockets didn't hear that." Michael said from the side looking away again, hiding the little smirk on his face.

Michael and Sora sneaked thorough the hall quietly, checking every cage room to see if there Pokemon was in good health with no avail. Sora let her hand slide through the bars and petted the eevee inside the cage. It whined in pain from the bandaged feet. She wondered what did the Rockets did to the Trainers in the hotel, or they thought of a plan to sneak in and sneak out without a trace? The eevee looked comforted after awhile, laying down on it stomich.

Her hand stopped stroking when she heard a angry groan and growl. It was coming from the lobby and she was sure it was Yasha.

She hand gestured Michael to come near her, who was just standing right beside her. "I think Yasha's in trouble."

Michael looked at her, worried but unwillingly. "How are we going to help her? We don't know what they got except for mob of venomat."

Sora blunt out the only thing she could think of. "We could use the Pokemon here!" Sora exclaimed softly, turning back facing him. Michael replied with a disapproving frown.

"But we can't use them. It's somebody else's and they're all injured." She knew he wouldn't agree to it, but there was some chance. There might be some almost healed Pokemon in here. She left Michael and walked around the room. In the bottom cage right in front of her was a scarred seel free of bandage and needles. She raised her head looking curiously.

"Here's a good one!" She whispered. She just needed to free it. Kneeling down to seel-height, Sora commanded the untamed seel. "Use head butt!" The seel only turned around, gesturing her to get out of it face.

"Aw! Come on! You're the only one that could save us!" The seel heard her beggary, and having some interest looked backed from beside it tail. It must of like what Sora had said. Seel flopped around, turning on it's tail and squealing happily.

"You're going to help us! Thanks!" Sora replied. Sora moved sideway away from the bars and the seel head butted out of the cage, metal piece flying across the room. The other Pokemon in the room woke, barking, meowing, squeaking and cawing filling the room.

That was unexpected. "Shoot, we got ta get out of here quick, uhh..." Sora looked at the blank plate screwed on top-left of the cage. "Hey! You don't have a name! You didn't have a owner after all." They ran out of the treatment center, coming out into the hall. One of the room was lit and people was talking, and it wasn't the Rockets.

"Hey, Michael. I think we woke someone. Do ya think the Rockets ran away." She whispered stopping next to the exit.

Michael was sweating. "I don't know. We should get out."

They walked into the empty lobby. There was potted plant knocked over, dirt foot prints on the floor leaving trance of Yasha's struggling. In their luck, the lights came on. Worrying that they would be mistaken as thief, they were force to flee to the pouring outside.

They got out of the city, fearing that they looked like the robber, they decided to walked asfar from the pokemon center. It was still pouring after walking some distance from Ceurlean with her mud covered feet. Sora stopped, kneeling, getting a tried out looks from the seel. She told him that his name is 'chester' and called him back.

Michael stood behind Sora and spoke up loud enough to not get muffled out by the rain. "Sora. We lost our bags, Pokemon and someone might have saw us. What are we going to do?"

Sora stood up, holding the pokeball. "We're going to be okay. We're not totally Pokemon-less and we weren't the one who broke into the Pokemon center." They shouldn't have walked all this way, but she thought she would find the Rockets out here. They still could be out here.

Michael yawned, holding his head. "Should we look for Yasha, then?"

Sora was about to reply when she heard someone coming up the road. Tired mud-slapping footsteps. Michael looked up and Sora turned around. Amanda and Kyle was soaked too, Amanda glared at them, hand on hip, bottom lip protruded.