Hey Umbrenox again! Here's the fifth chapter of my story. Hope you enjoy.
Andrew: Hey! It's my story not yours!
Umbrenox: Whatever, oh, from now on when Andrew is talking: This ( ) means he is adding on to what he was saying, and (( )) means he is saying it in his head.
*I do not own pokémon, it belongs to Nintendo. The story itself and OC's are mine, and if any events or characters are the same as someone else's it is pure coincidence.*
I stepped into a hospital and got gasps from all the chanseys and blisseys. One blissey came up to me and asked what happened. I told her that three guys jumped me. She just took me to an office and sat me down on a cot. She put some cream stuff on my lip and fixed up the rest of my face. "Do I have to pay for this?" I asked. "No, you never have to Max," She answered. I then asked, "Why does everybody call me that? I'm not Max, I'm Andrew. And who is this Max guy?" After that question the blissey told me all about who Max was.
Max, the person that they think I am, is a celebrity. He is the city's best cop, X-boxer and National Guard member, he has saved many lives including Kiara (when she was young), and he is the second most rich man in the area (under Kiara's family). Just recently he went out to find a gang of thieves supposedly camped out in the woods and he hasn't been back since. They say he had a brother, but he never mentioned anything about one. I asked if I could see his house later, and she said yeah.
After our talk she left the room, and a hypno came in. "Open up your mouth," he commanded. I did and he stuck one of those popsicle things in my mouth. When he was done I shut my mouth and he did all kinds of other stuff to check my condition. When he finished he said, "Okay Max, you're good to go." "I'm not Max! I am Andrew!" I growled, but he had already teleported out of the room.
I was so thankful to get out of there. If I heard someone call me Max again… I started to Anyway so I went to an aipom who was selling newspapers and asked if I could look at the jobs page. The boy said, "Sure, for five cents." I put my hand in my pocket and found a 10 coin. "Here, keep the change," I insisted. I got one and looked at the jobs available.
They were as follows: Electrician (no), Garden worker (nah), Tutor (no), Exotic Dancer (god no), cop (hmm, maybe), Mechanic (okay).
So I gave the paper back and went to the address. When I got there it said Tuck's Truck Shop. I went in and went to the counter. A lady charmeleon was at a computer. "Miss," I said. "Yes?" she asked. "I saw an ad in the newspaper about an opening, and I was wondering if I could have it," I answered. Without warning she turned around and shouted, "Rey! Someone's here to see you!" It kinda hurt my eardrums. About ten seconds later, a machoke came around a corner. "What?" he asked. "I'm here for the job," I answered. "What experience do ya have?" the machoke again questioned. Trying not to sound like a big shot I said, "Well, I've worked on lots of vehicles in my lifetime, and I know how an engine fits together." He looked at me and said, "Good enough, you can fill out a form." Oh, great, a form. What happens if it asks: where are you from, or some form of that? What do I say? I guess I'll have to answer it as truthfully as possible.
Alright, it only asked my age, phone number, and address (thankfully). The machoke told me to come back on Monday and by then he would have my uniform ready. After that I left and went back home, er, back to Kiara's. As I walked down the road, two pokémon stepped out from behind a tree: a machoke and a bisharp. Shit, I'm getting asked to throw some punches again. "What do you guys want?" I asked. The machoke looked at the bisharp, nodded, and stepped back. The bisharp then unsheathed his five-inch blades and gave me the death stare. "I don't want to do this," I pleaded. Before I could even ready myself, the bisharp lunged forward. Its blade stabbed me in the side, since he was aiming for my stomach and I tried to roll sideways. I let out a cry of pain and the attacker sliced at my leg, causing me to fall on my back. I gritted my teeth as best as I could, but tears still poured out of my eyes. I looked up to see the bisharp about to slash again so I closed my eyes bracing for a hit. "That's enough," a voice said (it was probably the machoke). I opened my eyes again; the machoke was standing next to the bisharp. The machoke waved his hand and then crossed his arms, while the bisharp retracted his blades. I thought they were done with me, but the bisharp slammed his metal fist against my face at blinding speed, and subsequently knocked me out. My only thought: This was a bad day to come to the city.
I woke up once more laying in my bed. Kiara was sitting by my chest on the bed, holding my hand. "How'd I get here?" I asked. "Oh you're awake, does it still hurt?" she said in that sweet tone. I tried to move, and immediately pain shot down to my side. "Yep," I weakly groaned. "How long have I been out?" I asked. "Almost two days. You didn't come back for a while so I went looking for you, and I found you lying in a puddle of blood…" Kiara stopped, like she didn't want to discuss any further info. She looked down at the floor. "This may sound a bit weird but, I would like it if you left," she said. "Why? Did I cause you trouble?" I asked a bit confused. "No, it's not that exactly," she answered vaguely. She was hiding something. "Then what is it then?" I asked wanting the truth. She continued to stare at the floor. After a few minutes she looked at me with sad eyes and said, "It's more of the other way around." "Wait," I objected, "you couldn't have caused this to happen to me." As I looked at her I saw she was starting to get teared up. "I'm not going to get into details, but a group of guys said that whoever I talked to, or even made contact with would get hurt, or worse. I don't want to be responsible for your injuries or death; I couldn't hold that grief on my shoulders the rest of my life. If you go away now, you can have a normal life without worrying about me or anyone else," she explained
Well I was not just about to let the girl think she's going to get me killed (but on the other hand I got hurt two times in one day, but still). Besides, I would like to dislocate the shoulder of who threatened her. So, I said, "Look, I'm not going to go because you think you got me injured. I can take care of stuff like this, I've done it before ((Which I have, kinda. A group of wannabe thugs stole my money. Next day I went to where they hung out and I beat the shit out of them.)). I could help you, and you look like you spend most of your days alone. Besides, I have nowhere to go if I leave. I'll pull my own weight around here, that's why I got a job in town."
After a long argument, and an even longer silence, she agreed to let me stay. She left the room and let me "rest up". I just thought about how I got here, and more about how to get back home. I wouldn't mind living here, it's just I have my mom, friends, and life back on earth. Here: I'm nobody. I have no connections or family. I have no idea when this is, or where I am. I've not been longing for home until right now. Well, you could make the best of it while you're here, I thought.