The Thief, The Friend, The Victim, and The Savior
Chapter 6
Author's Notes: Well, here it is, another chapter. I bet you're surprised now, huh? I'm actually updating fairly quickly. What is this, the apocalypse!? Anyways, I just want to let you guys know that every single time I get another hit, or I'm favorited, or I get an alert, or I get a review, it inspires me more and more to get my rear in gear, so to speak, and move write another chapter. Everything you do counts to move this story along!!!
A bright light flicked on, as Regalia regained consciousness. He groaned with fatigue, and could feel the aches seeping through her body. She was handcuffed to a chair, and an extremely clichéd bright light was shining in her face. She sat in a very plain little room, with a wooden table bolted to the floor and a tiled interior. A Machoke sat across from her in a chair not unlike the one she was handcuffed to, snoozing loudly. The Machamp who had turned the interrogation light on to wake her up gave her a cold stare for a minute. Then without warning, he violently back-handed the sleeping officer, knocking him out of the chair.
"Ack! I have used a firearm before sir, just not on giant space rabbits… Cut me some slack…"
"Oh for God's sake…" The Machamp lifted the dreaming Machoke up by the neck, opened the door to the interrogation room, and was about to hurl him out against the wall when the Machoke's eyes snapped open.
"He he! Sorry sir, I couldn't resist. I'm awake, you don't have to—
The Machoke was surprised when the chief hurled him out the door anyway. Regalia just blinked, watching the whole scene, feeling slightly detached from the situation. She didn't flinch when the chief spun around and slammed his four fists down on table, causing it to rock against the bolts that held it in place.
"What is wrong with you Regalia!? Yes I know your name. Once we saw you up close, I recognized your smug little face. 'Master Pokemon thief' huh? Not so hot anymore, are you!?" The chief waited for a reaction, but was surprised when Regalia didn't shoot anything back. No witty remark, no smug comments. Regalia just laid her head back against the chair to try and keep the room from spinning. "Silent treatment, huh? That's just what I would've expected." It was a total lie. "Now! I'm going to ask you some questions Miss Regalia, and—
--I expect them to be answered!!!" Hombre stared up at the Kabutops. He was chained by a collar to a gray brick wall.
"I asked you what you," Hombre coughed loudly. "What you wanted earlier, but you just attacked me. What's the point?" The Kabutops seemed very angered by this logic, his eyes going noticeably more bloodshot.
"Well, now I'm gonna tell you what we want. And we will get what we want. Make no mistake. Scarr does not like to be disobeyed."
"Well, can I talk to him? I want to tell him something."
"Absolutely not! What right have you to demand things of our great Boss, Thelonias Scarr!? For your information, he's out on some very important business right now, and will be unable to talk to you." The Kabutops speared a canteen of water on the end of his claw and hurled it at Hombre. Hombre recoiled a bit, but didn't back down. In fact, he stared harder at the Kabutops, never blinking or showing any emotion. "Alright, now you will know what we want. We want that little 'rock' you keep around. And I know you're full of questions, so don't ask! Boss didn't tell me that much about it. All I need to know is this simple thing; Where is—
"-- your brain, you stupid Sneasel!" The Machamp was getting increasingly annoyed by Regalia's loopy state. "You killed 16 civilians, 4 officers, and injured 28 other people! All because you broke into a hotel room!? What the hell is wrong with you!?" Regalia was beginning to regain her senses. She was coherent enough to give a reply.
"I guess I'm just… eccentric." The reply angered the chief even more, if that was possible. He turned around, flung the door open, and stormed outside. It was closed again by the Machoke he had so graciously thrown out earlier. Regalia was definitely back in the game now. She began to concentrate some of the energy that she had restored into making the beginnings of an ice beam attack. It began to freeze the handcuffs. She concentrated for several minutes, feeling the ice crystals slowly move up and around the handcuffs. Just a little bit more and… There! The handcuffs were completely frozen over. Regalia panted for a moment. She had really been drained by protect move. She didn't think that she ever had been, or ever would be, this tired in her entire life.
"Oh c'mon! It can't be that important to you!" The Kabutops had begun making long, deliberately slow scratched across Hombre's back. As the blood slowly seeped down and rolled off of his back, he gritted his sharp teeth against the pain, never taking his stare away from the Kabutops. The Kabutops was so intent and concentrated on breaking Hombre's will, that he leapt up in absolute surprise when his cell phone rang. He forgot Hombre was in the room for a moment and dashed over to grab his cell phone, which was laying on the table. He clumsily flipped it up in the air and tried to catch it between his two scythes, but it slipped out and fell to the floor. He grunted in despair, and tapped the "Accept Call" option with his claw. Muttering something about really needing to get a hands-free, he got down on his knees and pressed his head up against the cell phone. Hombre chuckled at the sight of this, which made the Kabutops' head snap up in his direction and give him an evil eye.
"Yes, he's still here. Of course. Well, no, not yet. WELL HOLD ON A MINUTE! THIS LITTLE—Humph. Fine, fine. What!? At the police station!? Why the hell…? Oh yeah, I know, it's none of my business. Fine. I'll keep working on him. Yeah. Goodbye." After the Kabutops hung up, and then shouted into the phone, with nobody else on the other end, "Nice talking to you too, you jackass!" He sighed, and then turned to Hombre. "Now about you, you pesky little thing." He hit his claws together menacingly, making a sharp sound, and advanced on Hombre. I'll ask you one more time. Will you please tell me where your "heirloom" is?" The Kabutops was met with Hombre's cold silence once again. "Alrighty then. I actually like it better this way."
Regalia was still very weak, and would be able to break the frozen handcuffs. If only she had a little more time to regain her strength. She struggled with them, and after a while of effort, she heard a small crack. She was making some progress. The only question was what to do once she was un-cuffed. She looked around the room. Completely devoid of anything but the walls, ceiling, floor, and furniture. The room must have thick walls, because she could barely hear anything from outside. Just very muffled sounds. She listened for a moment, trying to judge how thickly she was boxed in. At the same time, she was also struggling against her restraints.
Suddenly, there were some much louder sounds. Fire crackers? What would be the point of having fire crackers in a police station? No, those were… Gunshots! There were a few scattered shouts, and more gunshots. She saw shadows flying across the tinted glass window that was built into the door. She jumped when two bullet cracks (apparently the window was bulletproof) appeared in the door window. This just confirmed her suspicions about gunfire. But what could be happening outside? Was the police station under attack or something. Regalia was really not thinking quite straight. She let out a long sigh. Whatever was about to happen, was about to happen and Regalia couldn't stop it.
The door was flung open and the full sound of what was going on suddenly hit her. The shots, cries, and ricochets were deafening. The reason the door was thrown open was immediately apparent. The Machop with two bullet wounds to the chest fell back and crashed into the chair and table, passing out. Two Machokes wielding heavy shotguns backed up past the door, moving down the hallway. Suddenly, automatic weapon fire sounded just outside the door and Regalia saw blood fleck the wall. The person or people on this rampage were moving towards her room. She watched the doorway intently, completely forgetting the handcuffs. To her great surprise, the man she knew as Thelonias Scarr, the crime kingpin Zangoose, stepped through the doorway totting an automatic rifle. He was easily identifiable thanks to the two long scars that spanned his face from chin to ear, creating an "X" on across his face.
"Theo! I can't believe that you would lay assault to an entire police station just for little old me!" Scarr grunted. "Oh, don't be like that! You know you missed me!"
Scarr spoke with a gruff, wheezy voice. Regalia knew this was because he was missing a lung. "Theo" used to smoke a lot. "Don't call me Theo. You know how much I hate that." He walked around behind Regalia, setting his gun down at the door. and with a lightning fast swipe broke her handcuffs off. "We have to go." He stated simply. He turned to leave, but his exit was blocked by the police chief. The formidable Machamp stood there, his eyes beadily fixated on Scarr. Without a word between the two, Scarr sent a swipe with blinding speed towards the Machamp's head. The chief blocked it easily and threw a quick right hook towards Scarr. But Scarr used the momentum of his earlier blocked attack to spin around behind the Machamp. The force of his missed attack sent him stumbling forwards. Scarr jumped up and slammed the chief's head onto the table, taking a pair of handcuffs from the chief's belt and cuffing his lower set of arms. Grunting, the Machamp swung his other set of arms wildly around as he turned on Scarr.
"Wow, that absolutely failed to disable me. Nice try you scum, but I have twice the number of arms for bringing twice the amount of pain to people who think they live outside the law, like you!"
"I really wasn't trying to disable you. I was just distracting you." A scared look of realization spread across the chief's face as he remembered Regalia. He turned to look at where she was, but felt and unbelievable pain in the back of his neck. He fell to his knees, clutching his neck where Regalia had just struck him with her claw. Blood was freely flowing. He then fell to the ground, face-down with blood pooling upon the floor. The last thing he saw was Scarr's crossed arms and the contemptuous grin the had spread across Scarr's face.
Scarr turned to Regalia. "Now, we really need to go."
Regalia. That was the name. That was the name of the Pokemon who had killed Marx. He would find her. Make no mistake. Wisp would find her, and make her pay. Scum like her had no place staying alive in this world. It had begun to rain, but Wisp just went transparent so the rain would pass through him as he floated down the sidewalk. Night had approached, and Wisp was approaching the police station. The news said that Regalia's rampage had ended and she had been captured. She was probably being interrogated right now, but right now she deserved the death penalty.
As he rounded the block, he saw the police station in chaos. A police car was burning out front, the front windows were smashed in, and a fire and broken out somewhere. Nothing ever went right for Wisp. But this time, he was going to make things go right. He dashed toward the police station, focusing all the energy he had on killing those doing this.