Wes keeps on driving, and still sustains his grin.
"Heh, glad I'm out of that clown's hand, now I can do what I want." "Life's too good!"
Espeon softly glanced at Wes.
"Alright, I could probably rephrase that a little better. But, in all honesty, this was something that had to
be done. It was for the better."
Wes slowly changes his positive grin to a more darkened look.
"I know what I've done here is something that cannot change, and I'm willing to go through with it. It'd be best not
to reconsider going back, that place was a mud hole!"
Umbreon swiftly looked in the back of the vehicle for any more intruders.
"It's fine Umbreon". "You've been a good boy, I think now it's time for you to rest. Same goes for you, Espeon."
Espeon purred and started to close her eyes.
"But can I promise them a better future after this incident"? Thought Wes. "Surely I can find a more peaceful area than that
Snagem Hideout. I just hope I can find a better future for myself too...
Wes slowly started to remember an event 5 years ago..
It was very windy in Snagem Hideout. A younger Wes was standing in front of a bruised man who was flat on the ground, and beside him was a Machoke. Gonzap and
Wakin were both behind Wes.
"Please! Don't take my Machoke"! replied the bruised man.
Gonzap snarled. "Wes, this is your first real snag mission. I want you to use that new machine on your arm and take away his Machoke"!
Wakin simply stared at Wes with curiousity and wonder. "Would he actually snag that man's Machoke"? Wakin thought.
"You can torture me all you want, but my Machoke is my partner"! "He's my friend"! Preached the man.
As Wes was driving his Zoomer, he stared at his Snag Machine fitted on his left arm. "This object is what defines my pain", he thought. "And yet, I need
to take it from those who would use it wrongly".
A young Wes glanced at the Snag Machine. The overall design of it was stunning, and it truly was a cool spectacle on Wes's blue jacket. But, could he use this elegant piece of machinery to cause great sorrow to this man?
Gonzap firmly placed his hand on Wes's left shoulder. "Kid, this is do or die, it'll be here that I find out whether you're a wimp or a runt who's worth keeping around."
The tortured man started weeping uncontrollably. "Please don't do this, Machoke is all I have"! He cried.
Wes took out a pokeball out of his back pocket, and placed it in his snag machine. Before he was about to snag the Machoke, Wes stopped moving. "Why am I doing this, is this right"? He wondered. "What is the purpose of this"?
"Oh what a pity, perhaps the boy doesn't have what it takes", Wakin chimed in. Wes briefly shot a glare at Wakin, and then, without thinking anymore, threw his pokeball at Machoke. The ball circulated a dark purplish red color over Machoke, and then placed Machoke inside the poke ball. As it rolled on the ground, the bruised man started hollering at the top of his lungs. "MACHOKE NOOO!"
After the ball stopped rolling, Gonzap picked it up. "This'll make a fine Machamp one day, I just know it"! But, sadly for you, it'll be ours, not yours.
The bruised man replied in utter disbelief. "You took my Machoke! My Machoke! He was all I had"!
Wes softly glanced at the man. "This, this can't be right!" He thought. "What have I done"!?
Gonzap patted Wes's back. "Ya did great Wes"! Haha, perhaps you weren't a worthless scamp after all! Hey Wakin, get this trash out of here"!
Wakin nodded and dragged the bruised man out of the room. As he was dragged, the man kept sobbing in disbelief and great sorrow. Wes could only stare in astonishment at Gonzap.
"You-you, what did you make me do"?! Wes asked. "That was his Pokemon"!
Gonzap peered into Wes's bright orange eyes. "This is just how we do business around here, kid," he replied. "Get used to it, from here on out I'm appointing you to be our signature snagger. Together, we'll be unstoppable"! "Mwahahahahaha"!
Wes could only stare down at the floor in confusion and anger as he could not understand Gonzap laughter of insanity.
The Zoomer was nearly out of gas. Wes sighed in annoyance, as there weren't any gas stations nearby. Suddenly, Wes could see a sign. It read "Outskirt Stand, the one and only gas station in the desert".
Behind it was a stilled train, and a strange pair of boys joking around outside.
"Well, how convenient. This will have to do I guess", Wes said. "We'll stay here for a little while, fill the gas, and then find a place to stay in for the night".