Don't ask why there was such a hiatus, just blame Murphy, the U.S. school system, and writer's block. Also-
"No backstories! It's a trap! Run!" Magic
Ignore him. But we are moving in a new way in the story, because it was moving to fast before now.
I own nothing of pokemon or borderlands.
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We had all just gathered at the dining table, minus Liana, so Clara spoke up.
"I'll go first, seeing as I'm the second person to live in the house I'll go first. I-" Clara begins, only to be stopped by a loud shout outside.
"Hey, bitches, it's time to pay us for not burnin' your house down!" I hear being drunkenly shouted from outside by some gu. All the girls look a little scared, but upon hearing what he said, I became pissed. I had just got here, and now someone was threatening it?! Hell to the no, fools! I get up, but when Clara sees me moving to the door, she whispers out, "Don't kill them, if you do we'll be run out of town!"
"Don't worry, I won't, but call the local police. I'm sure they'll be glad to catch the annoying local gang in the act." I whisper back to her, before focusing my aura into my fingers. I open the door and see nine men standing in front of the house, leaning on motorcycles.
"Who the hell are you?" The man in the middle, who appears to be the leader, says to me.
"I'm the new occupant. And I don't like your tone of voice." I say, trying to stall for a few more seconds.
"Then you don't know the agreement. We don't burn down their house, they pay us every Thursday. And it's Thursday, so it's time to pay up." He says to me.
"Well, what's the price you ask?" I ask him, holding my arms folded behind my back.
"Either fifty dollars in cash, or some 'alone time' with me and my men. So far they've been paying the first one very well. But since times are tough and all... I've decided to up the price to seventy five dollars! Hehehe!" He says to me, to drunk to pay very much attention to anything else. If he had been, he might have heard the faint police sirens coming from down the dirt road off to the left of the house.
"And if I choose not to pay?" I ask him, trying to sound genuinely interested.
"Welll, we'll kill you, have some fun with the girls, with or without their consent, kill them, and burn down the house. Oh, and kill the cop you called on us." As the leader says this, he flashes a toothy smile and draws a long, serrated hunting knife from his belt. I notice that the other bikers have as well.
"I was hoping to not have to use this. Oh well." I say, and then quickly swing both of my arms forward from behind my back. As I swing them, from each finger, I launch a small needle-like dart of aura into the weak spots of each of the biker, causing them to all stop moving, like statues.
"I love aura paralysis. It used to take longer, but I guess it fits the new form better. It only took half the time as last time." I say to myself, a confident smirk on my face as the officer walks over to the scene. But my confidence wavers as she look s from the bikers, to me
From the bikers to me.
From the bikers to -ACHOO! I violently sneeze, causing a burst of flames from my neck. Not enough to light the house on fire, but enough to cause me to faceplant in the dirt and skid forward on my face over to a boot. Looking up from the boot (Thankfully she was wearing pants.), I see the officer. She is wearing khaki pants, her officer outfit (Im lazy sometimes.), wavy brunnette hair, blue eyes, what appears to be a B-cup chest, and stands around 5 ft 8', about three inches shorter than me..
"Heh heh. Nice to meet you." The officer says as she offers a hand in getting up, which I accept. "My name is Samantha Dean, but you can call me Sam. Ya know, you kinda remind me of this one kid from back in my hometown. He was about two years younger than me, but he and a group of other kids dissapeared into a forest near the village on his twelth birthday. Shame, I always thought he was kinda cute. Oh well... That was the year I joined the police academy." I remeber her, and honestly, this seemed toned down from the past. Damned energetic personalities.
"Was his name Ryan Illian?" I ask her in the tone of 'I know a secret that you don't~'.
"...Oh my god, I can't believe it, your alive? YOUR ALIVE?" She says getting loud towards the end.
"Um... Yes." I say, shrinking from her apparent rage.
"Whoo hooo! Oh wait, I forgot to introduce my partner... Dammit, Simon, where are you?" She says turning to her right. On her left, though, is a lucario that is only an inch or two shorter than me. He appears to be staring at me, oddly enough. Suddenly, he throws an aura sphere at me. But my reflexes insticntively activate, and when it gets close enough, I backhand the aura sphere into the forest on the right of the house. I look at the lucario intensely, with a number of small aura spheres circling me in various ways, each of them spinning on their own as well.
"And that was for?" I ask it, still prepared to swarm him with aura spheres if he chooses to fight me.
"Hmmm... Impressive." He replies. "Your skills are far above mine. Though being over prepared never hurts, I do not feel that the swarm of aura spheres are nessecary at this point in time."
"The hell are you two doing?!" Sam asks the lucario turning back towards us because of the noise. Obviously, this is a common occurence due to the lack of confusion in her voice.
"I was testing him. He has a level of aura mastery far above mine. It is most impressive." The lucario tells her. Feeling that he isn't a threat at this point, I reabsorb the aura I have floating around me. Then I see Sam's cheeks color, and her look worriedly in my direction.
"Don't worry. I won't read a person's thoughts unless they give me permission. It would be rude and an invasion of privacy otherwise." I tell her, figuring that that was probably the cause of her worried look, and to which she seems somewhat relieved.
"Well, anyways, I gotta get these guys on down to the lock-up. We at the department have been looking to catch these guys for a while now, but they scared everyone they extorted into submission. I'll be back in a while to take the bikes away, as well as give you your reward." She tells me.
"Okay, two questions. One, there was a reward for these guys? And two, can I have that motorcycle?" I ask her, while pointing at the one I wanted. It wasn't the leaders, which was black with a red flame design, but it did have a similar design. It was a blue motorcycle with a midnight purple flame design, and a small, midnight purple cresent moon on the back left side.
"To the first, yes, there was a three hundred dollar reward to whomever caught them, which was you. And the second, I don't see why not. The boss was probably just gonna have them driven over to the scrap yard anyways. Anywho, see ya later! C'mon Simon, help me put thes guys in the Trunk." Apparently, someone at the police station had decide to fasion an attachable paddy-wagon-esque criminal containment compartment, which they called the Trunk. It easily housed all of the gang, and Sam was on her way back to town. And I turn around, and head back inside the house.
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Aw yeah, chapter out, gimme five!
"High five!" Magic
"EXPLOSIONS!" Mr. Torgue
Yeah! Anyways, if you want, you can check out one of my other two stories.
"One for My Little Pony, Friendship Is Magic (Don't jugde, it has a good plot line!) and the other is for the anime/webseries RWBY! Check 'em out!" Magic
Also, I'd like for people to tell me who they think is going to be in a relationship with Ryan that I've revealed so far. So, anyways, follow, favorite, and review! Chaos, out!
