Chapter 2

Author's Note: Woot, woot! Double update! I've never done this before so I'm really, really proud of myself! This chapter was not heavy on editing but I did add some stuff in to make it better. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter as much as I did! Disclaimer take it away!

Disclaimer: Cherri here doesn't own Pokémon or its characters, just this story. Suing her will be a waste of time! Also, this story contains strong language, violence, and gore so read at your own risk!

Duty Calls

"How long was I out?"

The brown haired girl turned around, watching her friend wobble over to her from the room he was put in. "About three hours. Are you hungry?" The blonde haired male nodded, rubbing his stinging eyes. The smell of food wafted into the room, making his tummy rumble. Jasmine laughed at the sheepish smile Morty gave her and stood up. "Follow me. Food awaits~" The blonde was about to follow his friend, yet he stopped. Realizing that Morty was no longer following her, Jasmine turned around and gave him a look filled with concern. The blonde haired male exhaled softly. "Jasmine, do you think Whitney hates me? Do you think that I'll mess up everything?" Jasmine gave Morty a soft look. "Hey, it's going to be alright, ok? Just do as you're told and it'll be a walk in the park. I'm sure of it." Morty gave his friend a grateful look, enveloping the brunette into a hug. "Thanks Jasmine. You're the best. Now, let's go eat."

"Time for some "Get to know people here 101." You know me of course. The flaming red head is Lance, you know his name. Godlike complex, chiseled features, and a scowl that can shrivel up your blood. As much as girls grow wet at the sight of him, one scowl can dry them up." Morty gave his friend a disgusted look. Jasmine shrugged turning back to the bustling action that filled the Mess Hall. All the members of J.O.S.E were present, boisterously eating and chatting away. Not realizing that he had drifted off into space, Morty snapped out of his trance when he felt Jasmine nudged him. "Earth to Morty. I wasn't finished." The blonde smiled sheepishly and gestured her to continue. "Alright, now Lance maybe an intimidating guy but he's really just a giant, but scary teddy bear. Been dating his long time boyfriend, Steven Stone, that gray haired dude next to him, for a long time. Very possessive, he WILL bite your hand off if you try to make a move on Lance. And trust me, someone needed to get stitches for trying. Nobody here though, it was a long time ago incident. Steven use to be the head of the Hoenn Secret Service but the position was given to his friend, Wallace, once he and Lance started dating. Steven's a nice guy, super sweet, an extreme attention whore." Morty blinked to this. "I'm not gonna lie to you. When he and Clair were having a conversation and the girl got distracted for a second, he nearly threw a hissy fit. He gets it from his friend Wallace, who's like a walking gay flame when you see him. Moving on, you know Whitney...sort of. S-class assassin, Torture Specialist, Weapons Specialist, Hand-to-Hand Combat specialist and a total bitch. Wears that black eyepatch ever since she was 16, something happened to it when she was tortured by Giovanni. She's been cold ever since. Lance managed to save her back when he worked for Kanto and made her an assassin once he got the Head Director position here in J.O.S.E. That blue haired chick next to Whitney is Clair, she's Lance's cousin. Not as bitchy as Whitney but still a bitch. S-class assassin yet she doesn't really do anything...well anything that I know of... She is Lance's right hand woman and assistant. Right next to her is Karen. Stay away from her. She has this dark persona about her which you should avoid. I've heard rumors of her knocking guys out and them waking up with like, no pants, no shirt, no clothing basically. Creepy right? That macho guy is Bruno. He's the mentor of Chuck in like hand-to-hand combat. Nice guy, very quiet unlike his apprentice. Chuck, the other macho guy, he's nice but very noisy. Whitney loathes the guy. He's on her hit list, second to Giovanni. We try to keep him as far away from her as we can. Bruno's last apprenticed died and that left quite the trauma for the guy. We can't afford his other apprentice to die. Especially coming from someone everyone knows. Will is the purple haired, Phantom of the Opera freak who's sitting a few seats away from Chuck. Before I forget, he and Clair are engaged for some strange reason that I don't know and don't bothering knowing. He specializes in Telepathy and mind reading type stuff. He's kind of a weirdo, like he can predict future events and what not. But other than that, he's cool. Koga is that older purple haired guy next to him. His daughter Janine works for the Kanto division. He's like an alchemist, makes shit with his own hands. Well not real shit...you get what I mean. Bugsy, the third purple haired guy, is my apprentice. I do hacking and computer stuff. Also I watch the security cameras late at night. No wonder why my brain is fried...Anyway, he's a sweetie with a bug fetish. Major, major bug fetish. Like its a really big fetish dude." Morty gave Jasmine a blank look, raising an eyebrow at her. Grinning at him, the brown haired woman continued. "Anyway~, That guy with the blue-gray looking hair and pretty face is Falkner. He trains birds for carrying messages or scoping out various areas any of our members are located in. He sure is really hot...did I just say that out loud...? And lastly!" Jasmine scanned the area, looking for any person in particular that she forgotten. "What about the old white haired dude staring at us?" The brown haired girl's eyes widened, grabbing Morty and pulling him towards the kitchen. "Never EVER, go near Pryce. Ever!" The blonde blinked, giving his friend a bewildered look. "That old man is a MAJOR pedophile. Likes people younger than him because they remind him of his "younger years." He likes to work with ice a lot and probably has a fetish for it and probably uses it for naughty things that we mustn't speak about. Don't get near him, any innocence you have left will be brutally stripped away from you. Brutally!" The blonde nodded vigorously, his eyes widening considerably. Jasmine picked up a bowl and scooped chili in it. She handed the bowl to Morty before getting herself a bowl. Once the two sat down with their food, they dug in. Morty moaned, "Oh my Arceus, this is soooo good..."

"It better be blonde shit, I made it."

Promptly choking on his chili, Morty whipped around and looked behind him. A 'proud as fuck' Whitney was standing behind him with a devious smirk on her face. "Hurry up slave. I need to show you your sleeping quarters." Jasmine scowled at the pink haired assassin and gave an apologetic look to her friend. Morty shrugged, continuing to eat. Once he was finished, he gave the bowl to Jasmine and turned around to look up at the waiting Whitney. "Alright I'm done. Show me to the room."

"I HAVE TO SLEEP WITH YOU?!"

Morty stared in horror at the bunk beds that were on the far side of the wall in the bedroom Whitney presented to him. On the bottom bunk was some of his clothes and his Poké balls, but what really shocked him was the bed itself. On the back board and end of the bed were four chain links, each one with steel cuffs. The cuffs were sturdy looking in the blonde's eyes and probably would tighten if he struggled. Morty looked at the pink haired girl incredulously.

"DO YOU HAVE A BONDAGE FETISH?!"

Whitney rolled her eyes, walking inside the room and turning on the lights. The blonde followed after her and settled on the bed. Giving Morty a serious look, Whitney leaned down, her face a bit close to his. "If you buy the condoms while I buy lube I can totally rock your world." Morty shuddered at the suggestive but evil sounding tone Whitney used on him. The blonde gave her a frightened look, edging away from her a bit. The pink haired assassin snorted, standing up straight and crossing her arms. "The chain links are so you can't kill me. I may be an asshole, but I'm not stupid. Also I don't trust you quite yet." Morty nodded, keeping quiet.

Was he appalled?

Yes.

Did he want to disappear?

Of course.

Did he want to cut up the offending female in the room and feed her dismembered body parts to Sharpedos?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Whitney sat next to Morty, the blonde edging away from her a bit more. "So...when exactly does my uhh...training start?" Whitney raised a pink eyebrow at him, laying down on the man's bed. "You start tomorrow, and as my slave, we start EARLY in the morning. Prepare yourself to wake up at 3 am." Morty's eyes widened significantly, giving Whitney a mortified look. "3 AM?! That's too early!" Whitney rolled her eyes yet again, sitting up and shoving a sleeping outfit in the blonde's chest. "Oh shut up and quit complaining. I own you now so you do as I tell you. Also, go take a shower. You smell like you haven't taken one since the incident. You reek and the smell is hurting my visible eye." Morty took the clothes and stood up, stumbling out of the room when the pink haired girl kicked him forcefully in the ass and shut the door. Frowning, the blonde wandered throughout the halls, lost and walking in circles.

"You lost?"

The blonde male turned around, letting out a sigh of relief as Jasmine approached him. "Yes. I don't know where the showers are." The brown haired girl stifled a giggle, giving Morty an amused look. She let out her giggle as Morty gave her a confused look. "Didn't you know? There's a bathroom in your room." One of blonde's eyes twitched in anger as soon as she uttered those words.

Was Morty pissed?

Yes.

Did he want to yell, cry, kick and scream?

Of course.

Did he want to smash the offending woman that shared his room into hamburger meat, fry her up and feed her to a bunch of cannibals?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Jasmine smiled again, this time sincere. "Come on. You can use my shower."

Freshly showered and calmed down (a little), Morty watched the pink haired girl rummaged through her dresser, looking for something seemingly important. The cuffs were linked to his hands and feet while he laid in his bunk. Whitney slammed the dresser door loudly and opened another one "Ah! There it is. Now close your eyes blonde shit. No peeking." The blonde closed his eyes with a sigh, furrowing his brow when he heard a twinkling sound and a snap of a clip. "There! Now everyone will know you belong to me!" On his neck was a dog collar and hanging off of it was a tag that said:

IF LOST PLEASE RETURN TO WHITNEY AKANE.

Morty trembled with anger, his purple eyes narrowing at the smirking pink haired woman. Before he could say anything, Whitney beat him to it "Goodnight, my pet. Sweet dreams." The pink haired grabbed her gun again and smashed the weapon into the blonde's temple, making him black out.

"ARGH!"

Morty bolted upright, shivering as cold water was thrown on him. The blonde haired man squinted at the harsh light shone in his face. He gave the pinkette a venomous glare, trembling from the cold water she threw on him. "Get up pet. It's time for training." Throwing some clothes at him and unlocking the chains, she left the room for him to get ready. With a sigh, Morty trudged into the bathroom, already dreading the day ahead of him.

(To be continued)

Author's Note: Annnnnnnnnnd, finished! Wow, two updates in one day! Well, it's 11 something here in Jamaica so it still counts! I hope y'all see why I love this chapter so much. The way Jasmine described everyone had me cracking up. Well of course it did, I wrote it XD Chapter 3 will contain the violence that I've been warning you all about. It's not too bad, I doubt there will be blood, but there is some. Thanks again to those who are reading it! Like I said before, comments, questions and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed so don't be afraid to share! Chapter 3 is coming soon so stay tuned! Sayonara for now~

-Cherri

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