I'm usually an weekend updater unless I stay late night and write.:P

Dislclaimer: I don't pokemon.

~*~*~Chapter 2~*~*~

The man waited anxiously for the arrival of his top assassin. His black hair was slicked back with jell, his fingers contained not one nor two, but three rings. He impatiently taped on the hard-wooden table. Tik tok tik tok. The man's name was Lord Elliot. He controlled the most well-trained group of assassins in the region.

"Is the boy here yet?" he asked his assistant Ellen. Bored and tired, Ellen shook her head, then continued on her boring work. The automatic door's flew open, finally.

Drew who was still wearing his night wear walked in. He rubbed his eyes yawning, as if he was sleep walking. Elliot, rolling his eyes, threw a heavy dictionary at Drew. I didn't need it anyways.

The book hit him right on the foot. Drew stopped rubbing his face and focused on his foot. "Ow! What the fuc-"

"You're late!" said Elliot. Nearly Jumpinh, Drew looked over at the headquarters.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked. Nearly jumping off his seat, Elliot threw more of his rings on the floor.

"WHO THE HELL AM I? I'M YOUR BOSS!" he screamed out.

"Ahuh…." said Drew. He Slowly, he backed towards the door. While he was almost their, Ellen stopped him, pushing him back to where he started.

"Now…let me continue, as you know, The Maple's have been catching on to our activity." Elliot said. He pulled down a screen where it showed the Maple Family and their residence.

"Hey that's May!" said Drew. Rolling his eyes and cussing under his breath, Elliot ordered the next slide to show.

"We think, the Maple's would give up everything if you took her daughter. We want you to go to high school and lure May into our hands." Drew, who was not paying attention kept looking through his bag.

With an angry heart, Elliot said, "Listen to me!" Embarrassed, Drew put the bag down and pretended to look at the screen.

"Any questions?" asked Elliot. Smirking, Drew raised his hand. Pointing at him with his Middle finger, Elliot called on him.

"Where's Max?" he asked. Elliot blinked about two times.

"Who?"

"He's-", said Drew, "um nobody." he replied. I think it'll be better not to say a word. The last thing I need is to cost trouble for May's family. But, where the hell is Max?

"Very well," said Elliot while cracking his Knuckles and leaning back on the black leather chair.

"But why do I have to kill May again?" said Drew.

Rolling his eyes, Elliot said, "To use her as bait."

"But why do I have to kill May again?"

"To use her as bait dumbass."

"But if she's dead, how will I use her as bait?" said Drew. Elliot picked up a big knife, eyeing Drew temptingly, he threw straight at the wall. The picture of the Mocking Bird fell down and cracked.

"So why do I have to kill May again?" he asked.

"For the last freaking time, to use her as bait!" replied an Angry Elliot.

"But if she's dead, how will I use her as bait?" said Drew. This should work a little.

"And I considered you the best agent, maybe you are not good for this job." said Elliot.

Act serious Drew, I won't hurt May, but if he assigns some other agent to get her then she's dead. "No, I understand, I was just playing with you Liz!" he said. Drew put his hand on his head, saluting his leader.

After so, Drew walked out before Elliot threw a knife at him again. Some wake up call! I swear if May or Harley did this, their dead! Where the hell is Max, and why is the freaking blastard named Elliot telling me what to do?

When he arrived back at his apparent home, he looked into anything he could fine. So, tomorrow is Tuesday, I go to school then.

Anyways, where is my comb? Searching though his closets and selves, he found death tools, books, supplies. But no comb nor brush.

"Please! Please been in this last shelve!" said Drew. Unfortunately, all he found was light bulbs and pencil sharpeners.

Putting his hand on his apparently tangled hair, Drew freaking out Majorly. "NOOO!" he screamed. "I can't do a hair flip in this condition!" He went down on his knees, cussing out Harley and some Pokemon if it was involved.

Maybe I'll buy one tomorrow, after school. To Drew's continuous misfortunes, he had to eat carrots and water for dinner. And, all his clothes were pink.

Holding up the pink jumper, Drew said, "I'm not wearing this!" Drew looked everywhere, he found a blue piece of pants and a red t-shirt with a gold star. Better than my old choice.

Finally, Drew laid down to sleep on a very girly looking bed.

This chapter really sucked, then again, I'll include more details maybe in the next one.