A/N: Umm... Adult content in this one, so don't read if it bothers you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... If I did would I really be writing? Okay, yes I would but that isn't the point.

Chapter 2 - Run

The early afternoon sun was shining brightly in the Orange Archipelago despite the horrific events that took place that morning. Large fluffy clouds were illustrated in the blue skies giving a unique characteristic the region always held. Pelipper and Wingull flocked the skies, singing in a harmony as they soared passed the clouds, a few dipping close to the ocean's surface where they were met by the gentle splash of the ocean Pokémon. The sound of the happy chirps and the jubilant responses floated to all parts of the main island and then even to the surrounding smaller ones.

The captain was whistling to himself, his Tangela sleeping in the far corner of the room. Down below the deck, the hosts and hostesses were talking and having lunch after all there were no customers to attend to. Even lower, in the bowels on the ferry, few maintenance workers checking over the gauges and gears whilst sipping coffee.

The creature yawned lazily as she stretched out her lithe form in a feline fashion. Her paws were rested on the edge of the boat, her head ducked under the railing. Fascinated, her crimson hues were trained on the water watching as the waves crashed into the bleached sidings; the water crawling up the detailed sides. The sea foam stayed attached to the decorative boat, framing the portholes, and soon she found herself wondering what it would taste like.

The phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' might have come to mind if someone had taught it to her, but she knew no such fear. Lifting her body up and over the rail, she gracefully launched herself from the ferry into the blue-green sea water. The water hit 57 with a surprising wall of cold causing a wave of shock to ripple through her body. She struggled a bit, flailing her way to the surface again once she got her limbs back under her control. Her long ears twitched in an effort to rid the water from them as she poked her nose passed the oceans thin surface. The harsh taste of salt left her regretting her decision, as she found that the boat already too far away to swim to.

A low growl left her throat as again as she treaded the water as she thought for a moment, then deciding to open her mouth. Her body temperature instantly cooled as a ball of ice rolled along to the tip of her tongue. Her form was propelled backward as the energy left her body, the stream shooting off into the distance of the main land, leaving a trail of ice in its wake. With a small grunt, she climbed her way up onto the ice trail as shook out her shadow toned fur, ridding the beads of salt water from her coat. Her crimson eyes scouted the temporary bridge before her, before travelling down the ice path in a brisk trot.

The little creature caught up to ferry rather quickly and walked along side it for a long moment. She examined the algae that were attached to the sides of the boat, and then the viewports along the lower levels of the ferry, signifying that there were cabins, or at least there were. Running a little ahead, she took a firm stance and lowered her head. A low growl echoed through her body as energy pent up within her as she leapt at the little round windows in a half tackle, rolling along the room floor over a layer of newly broken glass.

57 snorted as she shook the glass from her thick coat, unharmed from the whole stunt. Her long, slender ears perked up, hearing the sounds of the crew on the other side of the door. Her little tongue slid over her sharpened teeth as she took a seat on the hardwood floor; her hind leg coming forward and her head tilting to the side so she could scratch at it. She would wait until they reached the island, she decided wanting to avoid having another accident. She instead wiggled her form beneath a cabinet and waiting for the vessel to come to a stop.


"What do you mean by... You lost her?"

The female whom the voice spoke to was one of blue hair and wore entertainer clothing; the very same girl who had visited the facility the night before. "I, I don't know how this could have happened, everything was fine last night. I went in, reviewed her physical, and personally inspected her. When I left she was still asleep. That useless scientist must have-"

"Enough!" The profound voice sounded from the shadows, clearly irritated. "Send a team to the main island at once, she'll be looking for food. Don't come back here unless you have her. Get out of my sight."

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." She made a swift exit from the conference room and into the hideout corridors. Sliding her fingers down the front of her corset she retrieved her cell phone and began the long route back to the front of the building. Her heels clicked loudly in the sterile hallway and her bright cobalt eyes peered through the transparent walls at the working scientists as she spoke into her phone. She was soon joined by a male dressed similar to her.

His hair was a vivid scarlet colour, his optics a sharp hazel and his skin darkly tanned. "Do they have her location?" He questioned and he fixed the white and black mask that covered half his face.

"No, the transmitter was destroyed along with the lab."

"Any files?"

"Just what they have sent us, anything else they may have discovered has been destroyed as well."

"How bothersome." The male concluded as he pressed his white gloved finger to his black painted lips. "I heard she was gorgeous."

The female snorted. "She is powerful, she has the genetic key!" She kicked at one of the glass walls as they waited for an elevator; her cheeks flushed red with anger. "All that work and time, wasted now!"

"Easy there Melody, she's probably heading to the main land." He admired her fluttered face before pushing her into the elevator. Pressing one of the two buttons he waited for the doors to close to turn and push her into the reflective walls his hands pinning her against the partition. "I'll help you get the little rat." He whispered into her ear as he slid his fingers down the lacing of her corset.

Melody smiled, pressing her lips against his; the part not shielded by his mask. Her fingers entangled themselves in silky red hair as she squirmed her form up the mirrored wall of the elevator to wrap her legs around his waist. "You should help me with other things first, Dice." She whispered to him as she flicked her tongue along the rim of his ear, her hands finding their way to the belt of his pants, unbuckling it.

"Gladly." Dice mumbled in a husky voice as he slid his hands up her thighs past the hem of Melody's tutu. His fingers rubbed against the damp spot of her lace panties earning him a groan from the girl. "Getting hot while talking to the Director I see." He chuckled as he pressed harder against the garment, his finger stroking and flicking her clit. He pressed his lips against hers as the elevator stopped on their floor; his finger slipping into her moist opening. His finger curled and pressed against her inner walls stretching the slick orifice as he inserted another finger into her.

"Dice..." She moaned against his lips. "The door." She breathed as her fingers moved to his pants, tugging the zipper down, her fingers brushing against the fabric that the covered his hardened member.

"Let them watch." He muttered as slipped his fingers from her body, adjusting her legs in the same motion. He smiled as he felt her hand grip at his shoulders in anticipation, her hips squirming and grinding against his hand. "Patience." The male trainer smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock along her slit in a teasing manner only pushing him into her as she whimpered.

Melody, shivered in pleasure as she felt him slowly press his full length into her, his hands grabbing onto her hips to hold her there as he began to thrust into her little frame. Her fingers entwined themselves in the man's hair as she grunted, urging him to move faster. Her eyes opened for a brief moment to catch the peering, perverted glances of the scientists. "Dice..." She moaned his name again as she tugged at his hair. "Harder... Please." She could hear her normally strong voice whimper in pleasure at his actions, it angered her that he could cripple her so easily.

Dice grunted, as he slammed into her body as hard as he could, his eyes trained on her chest as it jolted with each thrust. He glanced up at her face to observe the moment of ecstasy of her stunning features as he felt her muscles begin to convulse and pulse against his own throbbing muscle. Feeling her body tense before relaxing fully in his arms, he gave her one last thrust before reaching his own climax, spilling his cum along her lace panties and inner thighs.

The male smirked as he let her slid down the mirror to her bottom as her zipped up his pant zipper and adjusted his clothes. "I'll go get her, take the day off." He chuckled as he walked from the elevator through its still open doors. He turned to give her one last wink before disappearing down another corridor.

Melody looked up from her suggestive position on the floor, a small glare on her features. "What?" She hissed to the scientists still standing there. Slowly, she rose to her feet and adjusted her tutu before walking from the elevator, the translucent liquid gleaming in the bright lights of the lab as it trickled down her thigh. "And clean up that elevator." She muttered as she stepped into another elevator taking it up to the highest floor; the residential rooms.


Realising the gently rocking of the boat stop, 57 perked her ears up listening to the laughing and conversations of the people now boarding the ferry. Crawling from beneath the furniture, she climbed her way up to the window she originally broke through. Her crimson hues gleamed as looked out at the white sandy beaches, and then traced the large structures of the town's building line. She leapt from the window to the short distance of the crowded dock. It was almost immediately that the crowd parted out of her way, staring down at her strangeness.

57 flicked her tail across the wooden pier as she looked up at them with a strange peer, wondering briefly if she really looked that different. She then watched a child leave her mother's side to come next to her and place her hand on top of her head. She found herself beginning to purr as she sat down on the wood allowing the child to scratch at her ears and running her little fingers through her ebony coat.

"Mommy, Mommy can we keep her?!" The little girl asked in an excited voice. "She's so sweet and cuddly and –"

"I'm sorry little girl. She happens to belong to me." Came a masculine voice out of the mass, and soon the crowd parted revealing a half masked man. His hands were pushed into the pockets of a silver trench coat, a smile on half of his mouth, the other half painted in a permanent frown. Behind him stood two men dressed all in black, Pokéballs ready at their sides. "Now come back to Daddy 57, we have a lot of training to do."

The mutant Eevee's eyes flared, her fur standing on end as she moved away backing into the crowd. She watched as the child stood and out spread her arms, a determine look of her innocent face. "No! She doesn't like you." She yelled at Dice looking about ready to throw a temper tantrum right there. 57 didn't waste such a distraction. She turning and took off down the beach, kicking up little sand as she ran.

"Little girl, where is your mommy?" Dice questioned as removed one of his hands from a pocket, rolling a Pokéball between his fingers. The males behind him freed the beasts from their chambers, a Tyrogue and an Ariados releasing onto the deck.

A younger woman with blonde hair stepped out from the crowd taking hold of the little girl in a tight embrace. "Excuse her, she didn't know that Pokémon belonged to you."

Dice simply smiled as he threw the Pokéball into the air releasing an elegant Skarmory into the air. "Find her. Dead or alive I don't care, just find her."

A loud screech that ripped through the sky is what caught 57's attention again. Daring a glance behind her, she saw the enemy Pokémon gaining on her quickly, the Skarmory closest to her. Burying her feet in the sand as she neared the boardwalk, a stream of fire left her mouth and shot into the sky aimed at the steel bird. She didn't wait to see the bird dance gracefully out of its way; she only turned and kept running, ducking her way beneath cars and into an alley. Pressing herself against the shadows, she waited for the Skarmory to pass over head to break out into a sprint again narrowing missing a string shot from the Ariados who had caught up.

Risking moving into the streets again, she weaved her tiny form through the people, who at didn't seem to notice her. Their self absorbed ways giving her a bit of extra cover as they blocked the Ariados and Tyrogue's path to her. It was only when she could no longer hear steel slicing through wind behind her that she slowed her steps and dared to look back. She found that the bird Pokémon was circling around the main city, calling out in frustration, and the other Pokémon nowhere in sight behind her. Taking around look around, she found she had run into the residential part of the tourist city. A lot of the houses looked the same, most where spread out over a few good acres of land; it would make a good hiding place for the time being.

57 licked at her nose before travelling down the road searching a smell that didn't belong in the air, indicating that there was an open window. Her tail swept along the ground as she stopped in front of a brick house. The building was two-stories high covered with gray brick and modern windows. There was a deck, and flower beds along the pathway towards it that were well maintained. 57 trotted towards the back of the house squeezing beneath the wooden fence that blocked the view of the backyard. There she found a little jungle gym and more flower beds. She saw that there was a deep pond closer to the house which housed a few Goldeen. Rose vines grew up the side of the home; they were white and red, just beginning to bloom. Patio furniture littered the stone patio; the large shade umbrella folded up and leaned next to the door. Further inspect lead 57 to find what she was looking for, a small hole in the back door made for cats or dogs to exit and enter at their own will.

Hearing no movement or talking, she climbed through the small door into the kitchen of the home immediately crawling on her belly towards the water bowl set there. Sniffing at the bowl she hesitantly moved closer sitting on her hind legs and drank from it, purring a little as it calmed her dry throat. Another screech from the Skarmory ripped through the air causing her fur to stand on end and jump away from the bowl. 57 dashed into the living room and crawled her way beneath the leather couch that was place by the window there and stilled her form. Her ears prodded the bottom of the sofa, her paws over her muzzle and her tail was swept around her form as she laid there quietly waiting for the area to be safe for her to move again.

Upstairs the boy, Runen turned in his sleep, the screech not so much as making him twitch. The Furret curled up at the end of his bed perked her head up for a brief moment, her large eyes peering lazily around before curling herself into a loose ball falling back into slumber, unaware of their guest downstairs.


A/N: And there we have it. I hoped you enjoyed! Excuse any grammar or spelling errors I may have missed.

Kitty.