Chapter 2

"Ugh… where am I?" White groaned. I opened my eyes to see that she was half-naked from the waist down.

"Ooh… boner alert," I thought. "White, don't scream but you're naked from the waist down." It was too late – she didn't hear me. She screamed bloody murder. I couldn't plug up my ears because I saw that we were tied up. However, I woke up and realised it was just a dream. I looked around. There wasn't anything interesting to see – we were just in an old, abandoned warehouse. "What the hell is going on?" I thought. "Am I next on the rape list?" I heard a groaning noise and looked over to see that it was the real Professor Perry.

"Hey…," she said weakly.

"P-Perry…," I blinked.

"Call me René," she replied. "I'd really appreciate it and I prefer it. I feel almost too important when people call me professor." I heard a strange clicking noise between her teeth and she spat something out. It looked like a dog whistle. "Shh… don't tell anyone I have this."

I nodded and I looked to see that White was asleep. Something didn't seem right though. I looked back at René to see that she expertly placed the whistle between her toes and into her mouth. She blew into the whistle but I couldn't hear it. It must have been a dog whistle. "Is that a dog whistle?" I said as quietly as possible. She nodded and looked at me with a disgruntled look on her face. Something still didn't seem right.

"The assholes forgot to check my pants pockets," she mumbled. She somehow was able to reach into her pockets and grab a pocketknife. I heard a ripping noise and she freed herself. "Idiots also forgot to check my background – I used to be a PI."

"Wow…," I mumbled as she cut me free. "You were a private investigator?"

"Yes… keep it a secret, all right?" she moved onto White. White slowly woke up and blinked, unaware of what was going on. "Shh…," René shushed her before she could say anything. She nodded and René moved quickly across the room, grabbing what looked like a gun.

"Thanks for letting me out…," I nodded.

"Thank you," White said quietly.

"You're welcome kids," she cocked her gun. "White, feel free to call me René, I'd really appreciate it, all right?" White nodded.

Saunder's (leader of the Jets) POV

"Sir, we have a problem," one of my commanders, nicknamed Jet, walked up to me. "I just checked the background records of René Perry and it turns out she used to be a private investigator." I spat out my delicious wine and let out a loud growl.

"SHIT! That means she knows how to fight, escape, etc. This is a problem."

"Yes, we'll do the best we can to hold her off."

"Good… now go find her before they escape."

René's POV

"Come along, we need to find a way to get out of here," I looked around. I heard barking in the distance. "Good, they're coming."

"What's coming?" Black looked at me.

"My hounds," I smirked. White and Black looked at each other and then looked at me funny. "My hounds are a group of Arcanines and Houndooms that I trained specifically to help me locate certain Pokémon. I also taught them to rescue me if I was ever in danger."

"But how can they hear you for so many miles?" White asked.

"Simple… this whistle sends out radio waves that travel to their radio collars and anytime I whistle through it, their collars beep. I invented it myself when I used to be a PI," I looked around to see a hole being seared from the immense heat my hounds put out. They broke through with a mighty roar. One by one, they lined up and sat down. Black and White gasped simultaneously. "Thank you for rescuing us… I need you to find all the members of Turbo Jets and flush them out."

"Yes ma'am," they all barked. The leader of the group – Arcturus, a Houndoom – led them out, accordingly.

"Cone on kids, let's go. I got to figure out why they've captured us," I looked at the speechless teens. They gasped again and began following me. "I think I know why… they captured me because I'm able to speak to Pokémon, plus, I've seen Reshiram and Zekrom… I have the most extensive research of the behaviour of Shimama… but why would they want that?" I took two poke balls out of my pocket ns let out Luxray and Shimama, Sunshine and Night, respectively. It had hit me – Sunshine was shiny, but I doubt that's why they were after me. "Sunshine, Night, I need destroying this place just as soon as we flush everyone out and make sure there aren't any Pokémon."

They both nodded while Arcturus regally walked back and sat down. "Ma'am, I believe we've scared everyone out."

"Have you seen any Pokémon in here?"

"We haven't seen any ma'am," he replied. One by one, they came back and sat down regally. I counted sixteen, which means everyone was there except one.

"Rufus is missing…," my eyes widened.

"Rufus?" White looked at me.

"How in the world are you able to understand them?" Black blinked. I heard a whimpering noise in the background.

I froze and looked around, ignoring Black, I ran off to find Rufus. "Rufus!" I hollered. I heard the whimpering noise and looked beside me. It was Rufus… but there was something wrong with him… his muzzle had a huge gash on it.

"Come here you stupid Houndoom," a man said. I withdrew my gun and the man appeared out from around a corner. He was wielding a knife.

"You touch my Rufus and I'll blow your brains out," I cocked my gun and pointed it right at his face. He was about to stab me when I shot him point-blank in the head. He fell to the ground with a thud. I shuddered violently. I hadn't killed a man in over ten years. I sank to my knees, staring off into space.

"René… René… snap out of it," Black shook me. I looked at the high-velocity spat on the wall. It was crass and beyond words. "René… it was self-defence." He was right, it was self-defence – he was going to stab me. White gasped, unable to comprehend what had happened.

"You're right…," I sighed. "It is self-defence. I-I just haven't killed a man in over ten years…," I got some bandage from my pocket and wrapped it around Rufus's muzzle. He slowly but barely wagged his tail. I picked him up carefully. "Come on, I'll need help moving this body," I looked at the hounds. They all nodded. "Carefully, please." They carefully picked up the body using their teeth.

Black's POV

"White, are you all right?" I asked. I knew she was the kind that didn't over-react. "I know you don't over-react but I'm surprised… you've kept your cool this whole time." She didn't say anything. I wrapped my arm around her and we followed René outside. Her silence was compelling. "White… you're scaring me, it's like you've seen a ghost." Her face was very wan, the lightest shade of white that I've ever seen. She stared at the ground and tears slowly trickled down her face. "Shh… I'm r-right here, Phoebe."

Just when we thought, things would return to normal…

A/N: Just thought I'd make this fic more interesting. Sorry if you don't like guns/dead bodies – I wanted to add that because YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! We don't get fooled again!