Chapter 2
Felix sat up from his bed. "How about we read a story before bedtime?" he said warmly. Magnemite flashed the ends of his magnets in excitement. The lightbulb in the lamp brightened. "Alright, alright! Let me see… hm. We haven't read this one! Fact or Myth? The Legend of Mew. What do you think, Magnemite? Does Mew exist?"
Just then, the doorbell rang. Felix paused to listen. He expected his mother would answer the door at any moment, but nothing. The next thing he heard was very loud knocks as if someone really needed them to answer the door quickly.
"Stay here, Magnemite."
He softly, but casually, walked down the staircase to find his mother standing with her back to the wall, out of the view of the windows. She pulled her finger up to her mouth signaling Felix to be quiet and then motioned for him to go back upstairs.
"We know you're in there! Might as well let us in!" a voice called from outside. The person knocked louder, banging his fist on the door.
Felix slowly and quietly crept back up the stairs. Could it be Team Rocket? What would they be doing all the way in such a remote place as Pallet Town? He reentered his room and motioned for Magnemite to stay down and quiet. He peaked out the window and saw about six members of Team Rocket, wearing their infamous black uniforms bearing a large, red "R," standing out in his front yard.
"Looks like we'll just have to invite ourselves in!" shouted the voice calmly.
The sound of the front door came to Felix's ears with a BANG! Suddenly the loud cry of a Koffing could be heard throughout the house as it began to fill with toxic gas.
"Magnemite, stay there!" cried Felix as he placed his T-shirt over his mouth and
took off back downstairs. His mom could be heard screaming, but he had a hard time seeing anything. He could make out the shapes of figures ransacking the closets, drawers, and cupboards, looking for anything of value.
"Search upstairs!" the voice from earlier called out through the smog.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Felix screamed, flailing his arms around, hoping to land a meaningful punch on someone, but his child strength was no match for six grown adults. They shoved past him easily, then dragged him up the stairs as he tugged the back of one's shirt.
"Get off me!" growled the Rocket Grunt and he slapped Felix across the face. The force of the blow caused Felix to let go of his shirt and tumble down the stairs. Felix arose quickly and took off back up the stairs to find two Rockets rummaging through his room. One flipped the bed over to find Magnemite hiding down underneath.
"Oi! Boss! We got something!"
"Good," replied a calm voice. As the smog began to subside, the image of a man with teal hair could be seen standing in the doorway. "Bag it and we'll call it a rap."
The Rocket Grunt pulled out a rubber sack and smothered the frightened Magnemite.
"Don't touch it!" cried Felix, charging toward the unsuspecting gang member. He was able to knock the sack out of his hands, freeing Magnemite. "Keep your hands off my Magnemite."
"Stand aside, child," said the Rocket Boss. "There's nothing you can do to stop us, so you may as well quit now." The Rocket Grunt pushed Felix aside and threw the sack back over Magnemite. Felix charged at the Grunt once more, but the Grunt was prepared this time around and blocked him with his elbow. A second Grunt came around from behind and restrained Felix from underneath his armpits.
"My, my, you are a feisty one. I hate feisty. Feistiness is a sign of ungratefulness. I know you hate me right now, but once Team Rocket accomplishes its goals, you will thank us. Things may be difficult now, but Team Rocket will make Kanto prosper once more. Thank you for your contribution, citizen. Koffing, use Smog."
"Koffing!" The room began to fill with fumes. The Rocket holding Felix pushed him away, and he and the other grunts ran out through the door.
"Farewell," said the Rocket Boss softly, and he turned and walked away.
The grunt released Felix, socked him in the eye, and then bolted for the door, following the Rocket Boss and the grunt carrying Magnemite in a sack. Once Felix got his bearings, he charged down the stairs to follow them, but they were nowhere to be seen. The front door was still open and his mother was sitting in a chair at the table, crying to herself. The TV was on. Four boys were walking along a railroad track. He needed to go. There was no time to lose.