《The Pokémon Entity Force》 Team Selection It¡¯s today! Today is the day that Professor Willow will come to town! I will be able to receive my very first Pok¨¦mon! Oh¡­what should I get? Bulbasaur? Charmander? Maybe Squirtle? Aargh! So many possibilities! He was going to be at the rec center, wasn¡¯t he? Alrighty, then! Huh? Who are these guys? Oh, and girl. Yes, she¡¯s a girl, alright. Wait, why are these people all so good looking? This isn¡¯t some modeling agency, is it? Do I have to be attractive to be a trainer? I didn¡¯t hear about that! Oh, the weird man on stage is talking. ¡°Good morning, everyone! I am glad you all could make it! I am Professor Willow, a Pok¨¦mon Scientist! I am here to introduce you to the world of Pok¨¦mon! I am here with three of my associates. We will be guiding you through the process and three of you will be handpicked by my associates to join their group. First things, first! I have here, a Pok¨¦stop! With this device that I am handing out to all of you, you can connect to these Pok¨¦stops and receive random items like pok¨¦balls and potions. Now that we managed to construct the digitization program, Pok¨¦mon can be found all over!¡± Hmm¡­So we have this smart phone looking device that will give us access to these locations that randomly give us stuff? How do people make money off this? Whatever. So¡­do I just¡­ Oh! That guy just flipped it! That¡¯s how you do it. Okay, got some pok¨¦balls and a revive¡­ What was that? I look around, but no one else heard it. Really? There¡¯s something on the screen! A Zubat? Shouldn¡¯t I get one of the other three? ¡°Second! Use some of the pok¨¦balls you just received to go catch a Pok¨¦mon! Return here in about thirty minutes. It will look better the rarer the Pok¨¦mon is! If you ever run out, just come back to this Pok¨¦stop! And everyone leaves. Well, at least the Pok¨¦mon will appear on the screen. But how come no one wishes to catch the Zubat? It¡¯s a Pok¨¦mon, right? There¡¯s even a Rattata and a Pidgey! I am going to catch them! Even after 10 minutes, I have already caught a Spearow and a Weedle! Haha! I am going to be a Pok¨¦mon trainer! Maybe I will even join Team Valor! Candela is really pretty, after all. I look around and notice no one else is coming back. Did you guys not want to be trainers? What the heck?! Only three other people besides me remain! Some cool dude who looks like he would fit in at any sport, the pretty girl from before, and some hot headed guy who will never shut up about his Charmander. Oh, and another girl who I missed. Wow, she is kind of cute, too. I just don¡¯t fit in here. Oh look, the Professor is back. ¡°Good, you all caught some Pok¨¦mon! Bring out your rarest one!¡± Rarest? What about number? Charmander nut over here spent all his pok¨¦balls trying to catch one measly Pok¨¦mon! Well, I guess Zubat, since it¡¯s the middle of the day. ¡°Here are my colleagues. Maybe you have heard of them? Meet Spark, member of Team Instinct, Blanche, member of Team Mystic, and Candela, member of Team Valor!¡± Wow¡­she is really gorgeous¡­huh? Why¡­is she staring at the hothead? What the crap?! Spark took the sports guy who had a Pikachu, Blanche took the pretty girl who had a Squirtle, and Candela¡­my sweet Candela¡­she took that idiot! Well, I guess it¡¯s just you and me, cute quiet gi- What?! Why is she being led away by some weirdo in a green cloak? Well, it seems she had a Bulbasaur¡­ I just kind of stood there, but no one even paid any attention to me. I noticed there was a nearby Caterpie so I captured it. Huh¡­What am I going to do now? How else will Team Valor recognize me? Through battle! Hahaha! My chance! Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. I quickly follow them and yell out for them to stop. Everyone is still together, so I got stared at by seven people. ¡°Hey¡­hah¡­hah¡­I want¡­to battle you¡­¡± As I point to the hothead. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°To prove a point!¡± I finally stand back up after catching my breath. I am not meant for running. At all. ¡°Hmph. Fine, show him, Bernie.¡± Candela? Why you? What did I do to you? Oh man¡­I better not screw this up. I guess I will start with Pidgey. ¡°Go, Charmander!¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± ¡°Huh? I thought you had a Zubat?¡± ¡°I do. I just also caught a Pidgey.¡± ¡°Whatever. Ember!¡± ¡°Sand Attack!¡± ¡°Crap, dodge it!¡± ¡°Too late, Gust!¡± It¡¯s still not fainted? Wow. That¡¯s one tough Charmander. Better switch with Rattata since he knows Dig. ¡°Come on out, Rattata!¡± ¡°Another one? How many did you catch?!¡± ¡°I caught five before we all met back up and afterwards I caught a Caterpie.¡± Good, the others are looking visibly interested. Professor Willow then asked a question. ¡°What are your other Pok¨¦mon?¡± ¡°Umm¡­I¡¯m in the middle of a battle. You want me to just give away my secrets in a battle?¡± Did he just scowl? Is he upset at me? What gives? And Candela¡­she¡­she is mad. Great. Whatever, let¡¯s finish this. ¡°Dig!¡± ¡°Dang! That¡¯s not fair!¡± ¡°What¡¯s not fair? You spent all your time trying for one Pok¨¦mon when I used the same amount of time and caught five. Again, Dig!¡± ¡°Noooo! Charmander!¡± ¡°Good job, you beat him. What were you trying to prove?¡± ¡°That rarity isn¡¯t everything. Strategy is also needed in battles. And isn¡¯t Team Valor proud of their battles?¡± ¡°Yes, so we don¡¯t overkill our opponents with a barrage of enemies, we don¡¯t use Pok¨¦mon that clearly have the advantage, and we definitely don¡¯t act like you.¡± Wha¡­what? Act like me? What did I do?! Candela goes to help ¡®Bernie¡¯ up as she gives me a look of disgust. Everyone else also looks at me weirdly. Why? What did I do wrong?! I used more Pok¨¦mon than him? If I only used one Pok¨¦mon, I would have lost hands down! There¡¯s no way even Rattata would survive those Ember attacks. What the hell¡­I guess there¡¯s no point to be here. Even Candela hates me. ¡°Hey kid. Psst! Hey!¡± Hmm? A guy dressed in black? What does he¡­a red R. Oh no¡­Team Rocket! Shit! ¡°Wait! I wanted to tell you why they didn¡¯t even give you a chance.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Yes. That Bernie kid is Candela¡¯s younger cousin. They brought a Charmander specifically for him. The others came across it but realized the whole event was staged. That¡¯s why they all left.¡± ¡°Dammit.¡± ¡°It sucks, I know. That¡¯s why I joined Team Rocket. See, we used to be a group that only wanted the strong Pok¨¦mon, even if we had to take them. But nowadays, with our original leaders all in jail or retired, we just stop those teams from getting their way. We beat their gyms by any means necessary, even going so far as to gang up on the gym leader. We capture any and all Pok¨¦mon we find so we can have a multitude of Pok¨¦mon just in case. We can pretty much summon an army. Unfortunately, we have to watch out for the Rangers and the upper elites of the three Teams. I¡¯m not sure what you want, but maybe you¡¯ll find it in Team Rocket.¡± Well, couldn¡¯t get much worse, could it? A Semi Boring Day (Or Three) My first day in Team Rocket went something like this. I went to the local Headquarters and registered as a member. This process felt like I was signing up for the membership to use the pool. There really weren¡¯t that many people here, and none of them were even all that bad. There was a cute clerk lady that would help me through every step of the way. I did need her help! It wasn¡¯t like I was making excuses just to talk to her! I registered my team and I saw new stuff. Here, Team Rocket listed Pok¨¦mon by their battle ability, or Combat Power. The higher the CP, the stronger the Pok¨¦mon. My guess is, that Bernie¡¯s Charmander was about 60 CP while my team consisted of 10 to 30 CP. Zubat was actually my strongest. There was a mission board that would reward me when I completed certain tasks. Catch a certain amount of a certain Pok¨¦mon type, battle this many gyms, and even evolve a certain amount of Pok¨¦mon! This was going to be fun! It really didn¡¯t feel like I was on the bad guy¡¯s team. My device was updated so I could receive mail from friends and fellow Team Members. This would help in coordinating attacks on gyms. Come to find out, Team Valor actually does this stuff too, Candela was just mad that I screwed up her cousin¡¯s day. Pfft¡­playing favorites. I once again chat up the pretty clerk girl until she finds something better to do, which didn¡¯t take her very long to do. I decided to go around and capture more Pok¨¦mon. I caught a TON of Pidgey, Rattata, and Zubat! What am I going to do with all these Pok¨¦mon?! Luckily, they had an exchange system. This would mean trading leftover Pok¨¦mon for rewards. Mainly just food to help specific Pok¨¦mon grow stronger. I never really fought, I just went to different Pok¨¦stops and caught lots of Pok¨¦mon. I caught Eevee, Venonat, Ekans, Paras, and even a Jigglypuff! I even received some eggs from some of the Pok¨¦stops! I had gotten an incubator upon starting at the rec center yesterday so this helped. I walked around all over the city as I tried to find more Pok¨¦mon. I managed to evolve my Pok¨¦mon into Golbat, Pidgeotto, and Raticate. On my way home, I found a baby Horsea stuck in a puddle. Not much happened today, but maybe tomorrow will bring something new.
Well, I guess I will try something new. How about the park? Pok¨¦mon should be there, right? Hoooh boy were they there. Along with everybody else. I guess that Willow started distributing these devices to everyone else. Great. The park looks like a ComicCon. Little kids are dressed as their favorite Pok¨¦mon, parents are running here and there dragging them along, and more really attractive people! Well, most of them are normal, but still more attractive than me, anyways. I think I even see someone setting up a gym. Looks like it belongs to Team Mystic. Dang! Someone already has a 1,000 CP Pok¨¦mon?! And it¡¯s a Vaporeon! There is just no way. Luckily, it¡¯s only the morning. I plan on going back home for lunch then coming back. Is that¡­a Squirtle?! Haha! And there¡¯s another¡­three? Wow¡­are Squirtles actually not rare? Oh? My egg is hatching! A¡­Magikarp! That means I can get a Gyrados! Hehe, my Golbat is now about 400 CP and I managed to evolve my Pidgeotto to a Pidgeot! I caught a Krabby, Goldeen, Poliwag, and even a Psyduck! I realized something on my way to headquarters¡­I suck at battling. I even suck at catching Pok¨¦mon. Well, no. I suck at throwing the pok¨¦balls. If it hits, I usually catch them just fine. I get back and deposit all my extra Pok¨¦mon and register the ones I am going to keep. It looks like I got some awards! Flying Pok¨¦mon, water Pok¨¦mon, bug Pok¨¦mon, normal Pok¨¦mon, poison Pok¨¦mon, and even one for just Rattata? Well, I managed to receive a new incubator for my eggs I obtained. Time for two more. Time for lunch! Hmm¡­I guess some of these people are from Team Valor. I¡¯m not in the mood for this. Oh well, maybe I will hear something good. There are three people who all are wearing the emblem of a Moltres on them somewhere. The guy who has it on his hat starts off. This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.¡°Hey man, did you hear? Candela¡¯s cousin she brought in isn¡¯t all that great. He just follows orders. All he is, is a walking piece of eye candy for the girls and regular people.¡± Next is the one with the emblem directly on his shirt dead center. ¡°Ain¡¯t that right? She went through all that trouble for him.¡± Here comes the macho dude who tattooed the emblem to his shoulder. ¡°Yeah, some pipsqueak who wanted to prove himself beat the poor kid in a pokemon match. The little weakling had no chance.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s the weakling, the pipsqueak? Or the cousin?¡± Thanks, hat man. I was almost about to ask. ¡°The cousin, of course. Everyone was given thirty minutes to catch pokemon and all the cousin caught was one simple Charmander. The pipsqueak caught five. They may not have been strong, but they were enough to deal with one Charmander.¡± This burger is good. I didn¡¯t even notice what it is¡­is it beef? It doesn¡¯t taste like chicken¡­It¡¯s¡­no¡­ A VEGGIE BURGER?! Hmm¡­well it still tastes good¡­
After I return to the park, I don¡¯t catch much else so I go home. Dang, I wish something cool would happen. But it¡¯s not like the world is in danger, or something.
Hmm? What is it? I¡¯m tired¡­Oh? My eggs! Haha! A Clefairy! And¡­another Zubat¡­okay, back to bed.
Why are there even more people today?! This looks like the mall on Christmas Eve! I can¡¯t catch anything here¡­well¡­ My Eevee is evolving! Haha! A Vaporeon! And it even knows Hydropump, immediately bringing its CP to over 400! Bellsprout, more Squirtle, and even some Doduo! I saw an Exeggcute but ran out of pok¨¦balls. Holy crap! A Pinsir at 402 CP right off the bat! Today¡¯s my lucky day! Oho! My other eggs are hatching! A Voltorb! And¡­a Gastly! Heehee! Today is so good to me! Wha¡­who left a Charmander out here? Poor guy. I guess I¡¯ll just take you home with me. I guess it¡¯s your lucky day, too, little guy. ¡°Halt! That was our Charmander!¡± What? Your Charmander? Wait¡­oh, oops. ¡°What? Your Charmander?¡± ¡°Yes. We just ran out of pok¨¦balls and had to get more.¡± ¡°But Charmanders don¡¯t naturally appear out here¡­¡± Great, they belong to Team Valor. Why are there a lot of Team Valor people? ¡°Just hand us back the Charmander and we¡¯ll be on our way.¡± HA! They want to rob Team Rocket! ¡°Then compensate me. Hand over all your pok¨¦balls. I need more and since you just brought some, it works out.¡± ¡°Bull! Just hand over the Charmander and we won¡¯t hurt you!¡± ¡°Ooh, I bet the Rangers would like to hear about this.¡± ¡°Dude, shut up¡­don¡¯t bring those nightmares here!¡± Hehehe, shaking in your baby snakeskin boots? Actually, is that really snakeskin? ¡°Fine, but we¡¯ll remember this!¡± Aaaaand they¡¯re gone. Good. But for how long? Oh well. Time to go home. Questioning Hmm¡­should I start naming my Pok¨¦mon? I mean, I am beginning to get stronger duplicates. I have another Golbat, Pidgeot, and Raticate, with some Pidgeotto being raised. I also have Kakuna and Metapod, along with a Wartortle. The other eggs need more walking in order to hatch them, so nothing new there¡­I¡¯m hungry. Breakfast! On the house! No? Okay, then. Just some eggs, hash browns, and bacon. What? No bacon? Why not?! Pok¨¦mon cruelty? That¡¯s bull. It¡¯s not cruelty if I eat it. Then it¡¯s called survival. Speaking of, aren¡¯t we all Pok¨¦mon? I have heard of people using psychic powers and martial artists who actually train against their own Pok¨¦mon. From what I¡¯ve heard, the more intelligent a Pok¨¦mon, the harder it is to catch. That¡¯s why the Legendary Pok¨¦mon are so hard to capture. ¡°Hello.¡± So that means the reason we can¡¯t be caught has something to do with our intelligence. Or maybe the people who made the pok¨¦balls set it so we can¡¯t be caught. ¡°Excuse me?¡± I wonder what my type would have been¡­ ¡°Hey.¡± ¡°What?¡± Oh, it¡¯s Bernie Mac, the Charmander Hack. ¡°Give me back my Charmander.¡± ¡°Yours? I found this guy in the middle of the park. Some Valor flunkies said they were trying to catch it but ran out of pok¨¦balls.¡± ¡°Really? May I please see him?¡± Great¡­I know how this is turning out. I am going to get called out because this might actually be his Charmander. Those idiots will say I stole it, and pin all the blame on me, especially since I¡¯m not from Valor. ¡°Fine, but if he does belong to you, I had no idea.¡± ¡°Just let me see him.¡± Shit, why are you angry at me? You were the one that is so weak you get picked on by your own Team. ¡°Sheesh, just rub it in my face, why don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Oops, I said that out loud.¡± ¡°Yep.¡± ¡°My bad.¡± ¡°Whatever. Yeah. It¡¯s my Charmander. Thanks, I guess.¡± ¡°No problem, just catch more Pokemon and get stronger. Don¡¯t rely on solely rare Pokemon.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Oh, and the hooligans from before are right outside.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°Great. Then you won¡¯t know where to find me. Never see you again! Bye!¡± And away I went. Out the side door and onto my bike, and back to Headquarters. I wasn¡¯t sticking around for any more mess. My idea was further successful when I saw the Valor idiots trying to stop me. Bernie just stood there glaring at me as I fled. I didn¡¯t have beef with you before, but now I do, piss pants. It looks like I have some training to do. Right now, my team consisted of my main Golbat at 609 CP, Vaporeon at 607 CP, Pinsir at 464 CP, two Pidgeots at 431 and 350 CP respectively, and finally another Golbat at 336 CP. I doubt I would be able to win against that 1,000 CP gym, but against some of these lesser buttfaces, maybe. This would take several montage moments as my Pok¨¦mon and I work on getting stronger.
After a little while, I decided to try a small gym. Get some experience in. Luckily, none of Team Valor knew my actual name or where I lived. The Rangers were not going to get involved in this unless I had decided to keep the Charmander. A good looking Golbat mask would hide my identity rather nicely! I am the idiot this town so desperately needs, I¡¯m Golbatman! Hehehe, and since I did such a good job recently, I received a Team Rocket pin. A little red R attached to my collar under the flap. I look swanky. On my way out, the clerk girl said hello. She may have thought I was someone else, but today is looking up! I got to be a gym leader! So what if it was by accident! He didn¡¯t want to stay any longer and so he just left, making me, the next guy who walked along, become gym leader. Aaaand I lost. Stupid 1,000 CP Electabuzz¡­Most of my powerful Pok¨¦mon are weak to electric types. Well, I¡¯m done here. Better try a different gym. Oh look, the guys from when I ate that veggie burger. I haven¡¯t seen them for¡­a couple days¡­From the way they spoke about Bernie, they must actually be strong. Better not mess with them. ¡°Hey! Yeah, you! The one with the red hair!¡± ¡°You have red hair.¡± This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Shit. Wasn¡¯t supposed to reply. But hat man did have red hair. Wait, where is his hat? You can¡¯t tell if you are a part of Team Valor that way. ¡°What do you guys want?¡± ¡°You¡¯re the guy who stole one of our Charmanders.¡± ¡°Nope. I found a Charmander that just so happened to be someone else¡¯s. And then when he asked me, I gave it back to him. Get your facts straight.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what happened.¡± ¡°You were there? No? Then how do you figure what I am saying is wrong?¡± ¡°Because some of our men saw you do it!¡± ¡°Then why didn¡¯t they stop me?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Yeah. Do I look like I could run away? And besides. The three flunkies are nothing but trouble.¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°The dumbos who stole the Charmander from Bernie. They decided to push the blame onto me.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°So they wouldn¡¯t get in as much trouble.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°There¡¯s still when, where, and how, if there was more you wanted to ask.¡± ¡°Just shut up. We need to go investigate.¡± ¡°Cool, see you guys around.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re coming with us.¡± Ooh¡­I get it. They are hiding their Team logos so they don¡¯t make Valor look bad. Too bad. ¡°HELP! TEAM VALOR IS TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!¡± ¡°Shit! Get him and shut him up!¡± POW! Ow¡­that¡­hurts¡­
Great. Just great. Not everyone can act like this, right? This isn¡¯t some sort of gimmick, right? I thought trainers were better than this. Hell, Team Rocket seems like the good guy now. I¡¯m hungry. ¡°Shut up in there, stop talking to yourself.¡± Oops. They took my device, my wallet, and my shoes. Why my shoes? Well, at least they didn¡¯t find my Team Rocket badge. That¡¯s still hidden within my collar. I really hope they didn¡¯t take my Pok¨¦mon and money. Wait, I hear footsteps. There¡¯s the door opening. And hello, Candela. And some other dude. ¡°Hmph. Nice to see you again, cheater.¡± ¡°Ha, that is perfect, coming from a Team Valor scum. Who would have thought that you guys were nothing more than gangsters?¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± Oh yeah, hit me, bitch. I will sue you and press charges. The other guy walks forward. ¡°I don¡¯t think you understand your predicament. Look at your situation. You¡¯re not going to just walk out of here, you know?¡± Hehehe, sure. Talk all you want. My Team has my back. Thanks to this conveniently disguised tracker badge. What? Why would I wear jewelry for no reason? ¡°Man, I had such a crush on you, Candela.¡± ¡°What? What are you trying to say?¡± ¡°Why, I wanted so badly to join Team Valor. But now look. You have to deal with me causing you guys trouble. This isn¡¯t about the damn Charmander, is it?¡± ¡°Huh? What do you mean, it isn¡¯t?!¡± Hmm. She actually looks confused. But the evil guy, who I just can¡¯t make out, keeps standing in the shadows. I can tell he is amused. ¡°Yes, you are smart. I bet you would have made a fine addition to our team.¡± ¡°Yeah, fat chance now that I know what you really do.¡± ¡°Oh come now. Don¡¯t make us out to be the bad guys. We are merely dealing with someone who stole from us.¡± ¡°More like I must have gotten three strikes somewhere in your book.¡± Eww, what a creepy grin this guy has. It looks like one of those half open mouth grins. ¡°Quite right. You have messed with Team Valor too much. Now we have to deal with you.¡± Escaping So I tried my hardest to fix this chapter, even going so far as to delete the previous test and paste the original and making the necessary edits. My apologies for a crappy format.
¡°Father, what is the meaning of this? Yeah, he¡¯s a dick, but isn¡¯t this illegal?¡± ¡°Hey, cutie. You do know that any time there has ever been a ¡®team¡¯ in the past, they tried to do bad things? You know, Magma, Plasma, and Cypher, just to name a few. Teams, regardless of what they stood for, did things their own way. Having three teams can be a bit disorderly.¡± ¡°The young man is right. We may not be so petty like Team Rocket, or extreme like Team Galactic, but we have our goals. Candela, my child, I brought you here to¡± ¡°To join in the family business. Whack me and your daddy is proud. Pussy out and you are labeled a disgrace.¡± ¡°What? Huh? What is going on?!¡± ¡°You need to hold your tongue, mongrel!¡± Shit, even I can tell you aren¡¯t the big boss, old man. This must just be some branch. This guy must be an Admin or even lower. I guess the best bet I have is to stall the family feud long enough until my comrades arrive and then I can get out of here. But seeing Candela like this really pisses me off. ¡°Look, your pops over there wants to instill upon you the necessity to understand consequences. He¡¯s going to say some Tauros shit about me making poor decisions and now I must pay for them. But now you have a choice. There¡¯s actually quite a few. One, disobey and leave. Two, disobey and stay and watch daddy do it himself. Three, obey and have nightmares for quite a while. Four, obey and sleep soundly tonight. Five, torture me and show off your twisted self. Six, free me. Seven, betray me. Eight¡± ¡°I get it, I get it¡­why do you not care?¡± ¡°Oh, I care. I just don¡¯t give a shit about what you do. You aren¡¯t technically at fault.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, darling. He¡¯s the one at¡± ¡°Shut the fuck up, moron. I wasn¡¯t talking to you. If I get a chance, I will shoot you no questions asked. Anyways, you are just a spoiled, prissy, rich girl who never experienced hardship. You sit on your, I don¡¯t know, Arcanine leather couch, I don¡¯t know what the fuck rich people do.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Honey, don¡¯t listen to him. Here, take this. If you don¡¯t like what he says, just get rid of him.¡± A gun? I thought those were collected by the Rangers? I guess this is indeed a bad guy. But I can¡¯t say much. Let¡¯s see, what would be more satisfying? A curb stomp, or a bullet through his head? Maybe I just rip his jaw apart and watch him bleed for a while. Where was I? Oh right. ¡°Look, you now have the ability to shut me up! Are you going to kill me quickly, or will you shoot an artery and let me bleed out slowly? Decisions, decisions. You hold the life of a person in your hands.¡± ¡°Quit it¡­¡± ¡°Shut me up, come on. If you want me to, make me.¡± ¡°Quit it.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t listen to whiny children who can¡¯t even make a decision for themselves and only rely on others.¡± ¡°Quit. It.¡± There she goes. She is calming down and getting angry. ¡°Why? Aren¡¯t I going to die anyway? Hell, you are about to kill a hardcore fan.¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± ¡°You know, I still love y¡± ¡°SHUT UP!¡± ¡°You are even beautiful when you¡¯re angry.¡± She is back to shaking, as she begins to fall to the ground in despair. Her gun lowers to the floor as well. *Beep* ¡°What was that?¡± ¡°What was what?¡± This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. ¡°¡­¡± *Beep* Hehehe, looks like daddy is getting antsy. Let''s show him the badge. ¡°What is that?! A red R?! Dammit!¡± *Beep* ¡°Candela, give me the¡± *Beep* ¡°Give me the gun!¡± *Beep* ¡°Now!¡± *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* BANG! Oh look, my buddies. Nice. Here comes one now. Woohoo, I am free! Now then. ¡°Excuse me, beautiful. I need this.¡± Taking the gun out of her hands, I face the cowering father. Candela is startled, but she doesn¡¯t seem to move after that. She just looks at me as I walk over to her dad. ¡°I like to stay true to my words. Tell me, how do bullets taste?¡± The gun barks as the trigger is pulled, a small flash escapes the barrel and a fountain of red spurts everywhere as Candela¡¯s dad dies. "Oops, guess I lied about the no questions asked. Shit, I wasn''t thinking." I was already wearing my black outfit, so when one of my buddies handed me a hat, I put it on, completing the uniform. Unfortunately, I look almost the exact same as everyone else since the hat covers our head almost entirely. I decide to leave a parting sentence to Candela, who is crying herself into oblivion. ¡°Hey, Candela.¡± Wait a little to grab her attention. I want her to here this. Good, she¡¯s looking. ¡°I don¡¯t think I lied at all tonight. I am sorry for hurting you, but there are some things that a guy like me should do. I hope we meet again with less bloodshed.¡± I then leave, trashing the place as I go. I shoot the dorkwads and the kidnappers but decide to leave Bernie, or Bernard, alive. Candela already lost one family, she doesn¡¯t need to lose more. Aaah, I feel refreshed. I got my Pok¨¦mon back and my wallet. I need to buy these guys a drink. Apparently, there was data that pertained to forcibly raising a Pok¨¦mon¡¯s CP through drugs. Shit, battling my ass. This is steroid abuse. No wonder Team Valor was focused on combat. What about Team Mystic and Instinct? Evolution and egg hatching. Hmmm¡­this goes deep. I might have to infiltrate other bases as well. But for now, I need to get my injuries checked out. Luckily the kidnapper trio didn¡¯t beat me too badly. I was still sore, though. The guy who freed me and handed me my hat was a swell guy who went by Jared. He was a little weak when it came to understanding type disadvantages, but I helped him out. Until it got to the Fairy type. Nope, not even I could memorize the strengths and weaknesses of fairy Pok¨¦mon easily. The five of us left for the bar at the Headquarters. Yes, there is a bar. More importantly, there is a cafeteria. But we were just after alcohol. We tried our hands at the little slot machines on the counter and laughed. These guys must be elites if they don¡¯t even bat an eye at me just shooting and killing over 7 people. Granted, it was pretty easy when no one expected it. No one expects Team Rocket. But seriously, I had to kill a few extra people, since I had to protect my battle brothers. I may a little too ready for this. Aren¡¯t I supposed to feel guilty? Maybe not? But I don¡¯t. If I didn¡¯t kill them, they might have killed me. And why would I just allow them to kill me? That¡¯s not going to change anything. I gave my speech to the guys around me and they began to clap. It was then that I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see a strange old man I thought was the janitor. I notice the other guys¡¯ expressions are filled with awe. Who is this guy? ¡°Follow me. I think we may have further use for you, Newbie.¡± Glory Days ¡°So¡­you killed people.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°No one usually kills people anymore.¡± ¡°Well, they were about to kill me.¡± ¡°But they weren¡¯t killing you at that time, were they?¡± ¡°So?¡± ¡°Why did you kill them?¡± ¡°Because I wanted to.¡± What is with this guy¡¯s questions? They¡¯re dumb. Yeah, I know I shouldn¡¯t kill people, but I really REALLY wanted to. It was like that feeling when you¡¯re hungry and you really want to eat your favorite food. You could eat something else, but now you desperately want to eat that specific food. I could have let them live, but I just wanted to kill them. Why does it matter? ¡°Then I guess you¡¯re insane.¡± ¡°How so? By definition, insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result.¡± ¡°Then you¡¯re psychotic.¡± ¡°Better.¡± The old man sighed as we made our way down the halls and finally stopping at the door with intricate letters written on it. ¡®Petrel¡¯ We walked in as the old man, probably Petrel, gestured to the empty chair. ¡°Do you know who I am?¡± ¡°Somebody important.¡± ¡°Good enough. I used to be one of Team Rocket¡¯s Executives many years ago. It must have been what, fifty years?¡± Ooookay¡­don¡¯t tell me he is going to tell me a story, is he? ¡°Back then¡­¡± Shit. ¡°Giovanni was the best. His ideas were capable of completely changing this world. It must have been closer to 65 years ago when the war happened. Almost every able bodied man joined and tried to stop what we had created. Mewtwo. But he got out of control. Giovanni enlisted the help of the world¡¯s strongest psychic to help combat Mewtwo, but the best he could do was keep him locked in a cave. During the little time they had, they scoured the region going all out to catch the strongest Pok¨¦mon, create a device that would find ghosts to help weaken Mewtwo, and ultimately finish the Master Ball prototype.¡± Yaaawn¡­such an old man. ¡°But a young child defeated them with his expert Pok¨¦mon mastery.¡± Oh, here we go! The tale of Red, the hero! I grew up listening to these stories! ¡°He went around in no time at all and became the strongest trainer ever. No one knows how or why he disappeared, but not even three years later, we set out. We rebuilt Team Rocket and tried to control Pok¨¦mon, exploit them, anything that would make us rich. Unfortunately, we lost our ambition after being defeated before. The other Executives and I tried to make it seem like Giovanni hadn¡¯t left, but another kid came around, even better than the first.¡± Oh, Gold, right? Gold, Silver, and Crystal! ¡°The boy also had help from a girl and even Giovanni¡¯s son, Silver.¡± What¡­I didn¡¯t know that Silver was Giovanni¡¯s son! ¡°Hehehe, finally got a reaction from you. Yes, he was Giovanni¡¯s son. But we were soon defeated again. We spread out, but we didn¡¯t really make a comeback. Soon, other Teams like Aqua and Magma arose, trying to change the world. Team Galactic wanted to remake the world using a God¡¯s power. Team Plasma wanted to liberate the Pok¨¦mon, but then the group split. Conflicting ideals. Then came Team Flare. They wanted to destroy the planet, but thankfully couldn¡¯t get the device up and running.¡± ¡°Device? I never heard of Team Flare. Who were they?¡± ¡°Of course you probably never heard of them. Their leader wanted to end the world, and heard about a device created in the past that could kill many living beings. But the device was different from what he expected, hehehe¡­¡± The old man began to laugh a little, which made him look more like he was coughing. ¡°Well, because of that device, the world changed once more. People have become smarter, allowing us to make technological advances that no one could ever dream of. 50 years ago, people were still using Apricorns to make old fashioned pok¨¦balls. Now, the storage capacity for things like that device can hold as much as an old computer. Speaking of computers¡­¡± The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. ¡°Come on, this is boring, what am I here for?¡± ¡°To listen. As I was saying¡­¡± Ugh¡­ "There was a man named Bill. He stumbled across old recordings of the device I mentioned before. Bill was trying to become a Pok¨¦mon. He sort of succeeded, but only producing something like possessing a Pok¨¦mon¡¯s body.¡± ¡°What is this device?¡± ¡°Over 3,000 years ago¡­¡± Shit. ¡°There was a man who tried to save his dying Pok¨¦mon. He created the device so as to never be apart from the Pok¨¦mon ever again. At the cost of many Pok¨¦mon and people, he fused with his Pok¨¦mon.¡± ¡°What?! That sounds crazy!¡± ¡°Yes, and because of this event, people have seen a higher rate of growth. More geniuses are appearing, more powerful trainers, and even some special people like that Crobatman that appeared in Lumiose City.¡± Ahh, my idea to be the vigilante of the night was taken. Wait a minute¡­ ¡°Why tell me this?¡± ¡°Because I am promoting you. I see a strength in you that might bring back Team Rocket¡¯s infamous history.¡± So he¡¯s not mad? Works for me. Time for a pay raise! ¡°Here, a new suit, since your last one still has blood stains on it.¡± Sweet, it looks different from the last uniform. Although, the big blazing red R can be a bit distracting. ¡°Oh and I also need you to do something for me.¡± Uh oh¡­ ¡°I need you to go to the location on this paper and help the person there with a little problem. You should be able to complete the mission.¡± ¡°Uhh¡­yeah. Okay.¡± I grab the paper and I leave. I learned quite a bit today, but most of it is just junk. But the heroes'' part was a good tidbit. I was reminded that it has only been about 40 years since any world threatening event happened. Although, it might be less than that if more groups like Team Flare have existed since then. But where are the heroes? The bad guys are all in jail or nursery homes or rehab. But the heroes haven¡¯t resurfaced. There were the four who helped stop Team Rocket the first time and the three¡­or was it four...that stopped them the second time. There were three kids who helped the Hoenn Region, and another three who helped the Sinnoh Region. But the Unova Region had like¡­seven. Then there were the two from the Orre Region. And I guess the heroes who acted against Team Flare? It¡¯s time like this that I am thankful for the internet. Hmmm¡­Nothing. Apparently, there was no need for heroes since the dude failed at understanding how the process worked. In fact, there''s no recording this event ever took place. You know, maybe he didn¡¯t qualify for the fusion? Anyways, that is a lot of people to just go missing. Like, twenty two or twenty three. And they helped save the world? How insane it would be to say it was just a coincidence. I guess something bad is happening after all. But this location isn¡¯t far. Just to the edge of the city. Shouldn¡¯t take too long. Then I can come back and train more on Pok¨¦mon battles! Yaaawn¡­Let¡¯s just get this over with. I think I have a kink in my neck now. History was always a boring class. I usually looked forward more to the Pok¨¦mon part. Why couldn¡¯t we just be like the old heroes and set off when we were ten? Because it got dangerous. Too many scary people, I guess. The government managed to finally pick up their feet and pull their own weight. Pok¨¦mon training was too hazardous to the environment. They spent the past 20 something odd years working on how to fix it. They only started distributing these devices a couple weeks ago. And now look where everyone is. Speaking of, I don¡¯t even know who our country¡¯s leader is. I never payed attention to that stuff. Oh well. Time to go meet this mystery person. Oh, but first¡­ ¡°Hey, Jared.¡± ¡°Yeah, what¡¯s up?¡± ¡°Next time something like this happens, could you let me know before I get kidnapped that my information has been compromised? Otherwise, I will shoot your head off.¡± Oh shit, look at his face get ugly. Is he scared? Ha! Like I wouldn¡¯t realize. This wasn¡¯t about messing with Valor, either. It was because I was part of Team Rocket. Team Valor thought they could get answers from me but ended up thinking I was some normal guy. Too bad. Okay, now it¡¯s time to leave. Rendezvous Oh it¡¯s so beautiful outside, today. It really is amazing that the world can keep turning after time and time again, even though humanity causes problems for the rest of the creatures living on this wonderful planet. I am actually surprised we humans haven¡¯t already destroyed it. Maybe it¡¯s thanks to the heroes that have disappeared. I really don¡¯t know why Master had me sit outside this small city for someone from Team Rocket. They are a washed up old has been still desiring world domination. I mean, after the fiasco in Hoenn, we of Team Aqua and Team Magma put aside our petty differences and started to work together protect this planet. That¡¯s not something Team Rocket wants. They just want money. It feels really good just sitting here basking in the sun. But the moment ends all too soon as some large and short young man walks up. He carries himself with confidence but he needs to work on portion control. He reminds me of what Admin Tabitha used to look like from the pictures I saw during their hay day. Well, if Tabitha had red hair. I think Tabitha''s weight gain had something to do with Team Aqua¡¯s Admin Shelly leaving. I don¡¯t know the reason for this guy¡¯s belt line. But Tabitha was a nice guy. This guy just leers at me making me uncomfortable. After he noticed I¡¯m a girl, he just sizes me up. Gross. He doesn¡¯t even look like he cares about anything else but himself. Is he really a good idea for this mission? He keeps mumbling under his breath about me being really pretty. Does he realize he is talking out loud? Ugh. ¡°Do you know how hard this mission will be?¡± Hmm? I didn¡¯t expect him to ask a question first. ¡°Decently.¡± ¡°Okay. My name is Cole. What about yours?¡± ¡°Esther.¡± ¡°What a pretty name. Now, what is this mission supposed to be? Old man Petrel didn¡¯t really specify.¡± ¡°We are going to save some Pok¨¦mon that Team Mystic has captured. They are undergoing forced evolution.¡± ¡°Finally, something more than one word. Okay, where is this happening?¡± ¡°West.¡± ¡°Right. Lead the way, Esther.¡± Maybe I was wrong. He seems nice enough. But that¡¯s probably because I am a girl. He doesn¡¯t look all that attached to things. He just drops them after he¡¯s done, probably. Hmm, maybe I¡¯ll know more about him from his Pok¨¦mon. ¡°Pok¨¦mon.¡± ¡°Where? Hmm? What do you mean?¡± Cole begins to look around frantically, pulling out his pok¨¦pal and trying to find any nearby Pok¨¦mon. ¡°Yours.¡± I really don¡¯t want to waste my time with him. ¡°Oh, well then. Here.¡± He summons six Pok¨¦mon, all of them looking tired and sad. They don¡¯t look oppressed, which is good. But they are bored and neglected. These Pok¨¦mon are indeed meant for battle, but they aren¡¯t seeing enough of it. They look more like pieces of a collection, rather than a team. ¡°You need to spend more time with your Pok¨¦mon and training with them. Like this, they won¡¯t see their full potential. I must say, your Pok¨¦mon all indeed look impressive, but they are just above average. Unless used by a sufficient trainer, that is. You treat this like a game, don¡¯t you? You¡¯re just pretending you¡¯re a trainer.¡± He stops and thinks with a surprised look on his face. I decide to continue walking to the rendezvous point established prior to me meeting Cole. I hear a lot of noises. I turn around to see Cole releasing almost all of his Pok¨¦mon! The Pok¨¦mon all give him a sad look, which confuses me, and then run off into the woods. He summons six Pok¨¦mon again, but this time the roster changed. Golbat, Raticate, Ekans, Koffing, Spearow, and Gastly. Why these? Seeing my confusion, Cole says, If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. ¡°I decided to focus on the main ones. Unfortunately, I need to travel to capture Murkrow, Houndour, and Sneasel.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because I like dark type Pok¨¦mon.¡± I don¡¯t know what to say. He picks his Pok¨¦mon for such a weird reason? Wouldn¡¯t this mean that he has no idea what he wants to accomplish? He just wants the Pok¨¦mon he thinks are cool! I turn in frustration and continue walking to the extraction point. I did notice the Golbat riding on his arm, now. It looks a little pleased. We finally arrived after another ten minutes of walking. We can¡¯t have a Team Magma armored vehicle in plain sight, right? The ride should take about thirty minutes, but being in the same place as Cole for so long might make me sick. How can I like a person who releases all his Pok¨¦mon just because they weren¡¯t cool enough? There¡¯s no attachment! I would never get rid of Baxter and Clementine so quickly! Speaking of, I summon Baxter, my Growlithe, from my pok¨¦pal. He has an incredibly fuzzy tail that just makes me forget all about my worries. I hope I can find a fire stone soon enough to make him big and strong so he never has to get hurt again. =========== POV CHANGE =========== Wow, she really is pretty. Candela was hot, the Mystic girl was a beauty, and the Bulbasaur girl was cute. But this girl was pretty. She just shines in an adorable way. The clerk girl? She was sexy. But Esther¡¯s face as she is petting her Growlithe is one of extreme happiness¡­ This entire time she never cracked a grin. She was distant and cold. She probably even hates me. Do I truly want to be a trainer? Or¡­not¡­ Petrel¡¯s words are getting muddled together with Esther¡¯s. I look at the Golbat that was my very first Pok¨¦mon I caught. He had Bite, Ominous Wind, Screech, and Poison Fang. He was just dozing off, attached to my shoulder. I feel his heaviness riding on me as I begin to ponder. I caught Golbat. I trained Golbat. I battled using Golbat. I USED Golbat. But what does Golbat want? I always complain to the restaurant owners about how we humans must be Pok¨¦mon, too, but what if it¡¯s the other way around? I absentmindedly start to pet Golbat, mimicking Esther¡¯s movements. Chomp! ¡°Ow!¡± Oops, Golbat bit me in his sleep. I surprised Esther and her Growlithe and Golbat wakes up with my finger in his teeth. He didn¡¯t cut or break my finger off, which was nice, but he did draw blood. Upon seeing what he did, Golbat begins to freak out, flapping his wings and crying out from fear. I put my wounded right index finger in my mouth to suck the blood so it doesn¡¯t make a mess everywhere. With my other hand, I bring it up and begin to slowly pat his back, working my way up and start scratching his ears. He calms down immediately and looks right at me. Or my mouth, currently filled with my bleeding finger. I get handed a bandage from one of the other Team Magma guys inside the ATV. You know, these guys feel like military. What is going on in this world? I think Golbat wants to lick it better, but doesn¡¯t realize his saliva allows blood to flow easier. His kind do feed on the life force of others, after all. Well, sometimes. They eat Pok¨¦mon food just as much as the other Pok¨¦mon. Before we knew it, we were at Fumere City, which was located a little north west from my city, Mastid City. It¡¯s a good thing this mission still took place in the Balktic Region. Otherwise, I would need a passport. Pretty difficult, getting one of those. With Golbat still riding my shoulder, we walk into the city. Infiltration So, this should be considered a deleted scene. I didn''t have a good spot for it before, so here it is.
How should I say this? She¡¯s right. I was trying to have all my Pok¨¦mon became awesome, but none of them were getting any stronger. Then I would lose Pok¨¦mon battles because I am not skilled enough. So what¡¯s wrong with what I have going on? I have too many Pok¨¦mon¡­Maybe I should change these other Pok¨¦mon into rewards. Naw, if I did that, Esther here might find out and forever hate me. She seems attached to Pok¨¦mon¡­Attached? Am I not attached to my Pok¨¦mon? I am even going to release all these other Pok¨¦mon just to help me focus on some to help get them stronger. Of course I¡¯m not attached. I should change that¡­
Now back to your regularly scheduled Chapter... =========== POV CHANGE =========== I have never seen a guy not react to having his finger nearly bitten off. The doctor that was riding with us was surprised Cole wasn¡¯t crying bloody murder. Even after that, all he did was calm down the Golbat. After getting out of the vehicle, his Golbat was still apprehensive, looking all over the place. Cole had gone around to the other side of the vehicle and changed into his uniform. It was a classic grunt uniform. All black with a red R pasted on the front. Though there were some more pockets than the original. He also wore a black face mask that covered the area around his eyes. It looked like the shadow of his hat was really dark, adding a touch of mystery to him. Although when he started posing, we left for Fumere. We ducked into an alley and made our way to our first stop. Cole pulled out a gun to which I said, ¡°No.¡± Cole was surprised, but he complied. We went inside, but Cole began to sneak. It was so quiet, I had no idea he was even there anymore. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Why am I sneaking? Isn¡¯t this Mystic¡¯s base?¡± ¡°Magma¡¯s.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± He stood up and walked normally beside me, his Golbat hovering over us. I had long put Baxter back, but he decided to keep his Pok¨¦mon out. Why? Was it because of what I said earlier? We finally made it through the hallways and entered a room with a lot of light. Standing in the center was my Master, Branch Head Leotraus. ¡°Master.¡± I welcomed Master with a bow. ¡°Whoa, didn¡¯t see that coming. So she¡¯s into older men¡­¡± ¡°Quiet.¡± ¡°Oops.¡± Leotraus walked over, motioning me to stand. Looks like Master won¡¯t speak in Cole¡¯s presence. Figures. I thought Cole was untrustworthy. ¡°So is this where we get briefed? Where is everyone else if this is a base? Is there some catch I¡¯m not aware of?¡± He asks some good questions, though. ¡°Yes. Elsewhere. Probably.¡± ¡°Thanks for the insight, but if this is how I am going to be treated, I might as well go back home. If you aren¡¯t going to treat me like an ally, I won¡¯t treat you guys like allies.¡± Master was wearing a mask, so as to keep their identity a secret. But she removed her mask to stop Cole from leaving. Why? I thought he wasn¡¯t worthy? Is Master just shy around men? Maybe it¡¯s an aversion. ¡°Woo¡­so this means there is still a chance with Esther? Heck, maybe I can invite this pretty lady as well.¡± This jerk! ¡°Really?!¡± ¡°Oops again.¡± Master looks flustered. It must be shyness or fear. Why didn¡¯t I realize? Ugh, this is going to be a failure. This was when my Master, Sylva Leotraus, began to brief us and explain where we were supposed to go. It didn¡¯t help she was too shy and stumbled over her words, darting her eyes in Cole¡¯s direction. He didn¡¯t help the situation by continuing to mumble his fantasies. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. That was, until his Golbat flew in from wherever it was before. I didn¡¯t even notice it was gone. ¡°Let¡¯s wrap this up, some guys are approaching this building.¡± All of a sudden, Darryl, another Magma operative appeared, kneeling on the floor. ¡°Madam! The targets are approaching!¡± Master¡¯s countenance changed as she calmed down and a smile formed on her face. ¡°Good. Just as planned.¡± =========== POV CHANGE =========== I told Golbat to keep an eye out, although I never guessed someone would actually show up. But Esther¡¯s adorable Master completely underwent a strange transformation. Her previously shy self turned into a sadistic one as she tortured the poor teenage Mystic members that came to an abandoned warehouse to relieve themselves of their sexual frustration. I get tingles just thinking about her methods. Maybe I could just¡­ No. let¡¯s focus. If I do a good job, my impression will be that much more favorable. This time I summon Gastly from my device and ask her to help Golbat to keep a lookout. I switch into one of the Mystic guy¡¯s uniform, while the other Magma grunt took the other one. Esther and her master took the girls¡¯ clothes, but Esther¡¯s Master seemed a little constricted with the small clothes. I must have been staring too much because I felt some murderous intent coming from Esther. ¡°Sorry.¡± We knocked out and tied up the four Mystic members before leaving for their base. We divided ourselves into two groups. Darryl, the Magma grunt, was with me as the two ladies kept to themselves. Darryl and I were going to acquire any data they had in their computers. Apparently, this was Darryl¡¯s forte. I was his body guard. I had Golbat and Gastly fly around, returning to me to report any people they found while Raticate stayed near me to sniff out trouble. The other three were backups, meant for battle in case we had to fight our way out. Esther and Sylva were going to free the Pok¨¦mon being tested on. I was pretty sure Sylva could take care of the both of them, but that made me think of how easy it was to kill Candela¡¯s dad. Wasn¡¯t he also strong? Why didn¡¯t he summon his Pok¨¦mon? Was he a coward? Maybe he didn¡¯t have his device? Which I found was called a pok¨¦pal, by the way. Never knew. Then again, never cared. Whenever we met a Mystic grunt, I would distract them while Darryl or one of his or my Pok¨¦mon incapacitated them. We would tie them up and gag them before moving on. Didn¡¯t need to waste time, did we? It¡¯s not like I¡¯m some hero. I am not going to make it harder on myself by merely besting the opponent in a Pok¨¦mon battle. The only reason that ever worked was because the heroes were all kids. Well, most of them. Wes from the Orre Region was the exception. But he used to be a Team member as well. Wonder what his story was. Speaking of regions, maybe I can catch some Johto Pok¨¦mon. The Balktic Region was just north of both Kanto and Johto. So the further west I go, the more likely I will find dark type Pok¨¦mon! But I couldn¡¯t slack off. We finally made it to the laboratory located in the center of the compound under some heavy doors. Good thing Darryl is quick with his fingers. And by that I mean he can break into places. What? I¡¯m just saying. It was only when Darryl was hacking the computers did both Golbat and Gastly appear. We summoned our Pok¨¦mon, my six and Darryl¡¯s four. He had a Rapidash, Flareon, Fearow, and a Heracross. Rapidash and Heracross stayed by his side while Flareon and Fearow stuck to a door each. I sent Golbat to help Fearow, and Raticate to help Rapidash. I trust those two since they were my strongest. Now I can focus on Gastly and Koffing, and Ekans and Spearow. I could have sworn I heard a strange cawing coming from down the hall Ekans and Spearow were watching. Not wanting to leave Darryl unprotected, I stayed where I was. Then I heard noises coming from the other two doors where Raticate and Golbat were at. I pulled the gun I stole from Candela¡¯s dad and checked to make sure it was loaded. I had bought more from the armory at Headquarters. We had an armory! It was chock full of cool stuff! Anyways, that was when I saw some familiar faces come barreling into the room. Victory And Loss ¡°Why hello again, Blanche and beauty who¡¯s name I do not know. How are you doing?¡± Let¡¯s start off with some nice banter. Get the conversation going, you know? ¡°YOU!¡± ¡°You know, I really can¡¯t tell if you¡¯re a guy or a girl.¡± ¡°Go, Vaporeon!¡± ¡°Go, Wartortle!¡± What the shit?! I have to fight both of these people already?!What happened to the witty banter? I don¡¯t have anything to combat them effectively and Darryl already has a disadvantage! I need to wear them down! Good thing I have some poison Pok¨¦mon. Let¡¯s paralyze the two people first. ¡°Gastly, Lick!¡± Then start working on poisoning their Pok¨¦mon. ¡°Koffing, Toxic! Ekans, Poison Sting!¡± Of course Toxic will work, it literally poisons the target. But Poison Sting might not activate, or proc in game language, so I guess I should send more. Oh wait, it¡¯s bad to treat Pok¨¦mon as a game. Or rather, it¡¯s not nice or looked kindly upon. The two humans continue to thrash around, trying shoo Gastly away, but to no avail. Eventually they succumb to paralysis, making it difficult for their Pok¨¦mon to do anything truly surprising without commands. That reminds me! Thankfully, when I looked back at Raticate and Golbat, they are doing okay. Darryl said he was about 45% complete, and we only needed about five more minutes. Wait a minute¡­Candela wasn¡¯t the Branch Head of Team Valor, so why should Blanche? Where is the Branch Head? BOOM! What the Duckling?! A Blastoise?! How are we to deal with this?! ¡°How much longer?!¡± ¡°Just another three minutes!¡± ¡°Alright, EVERYONE GROUP UP!¡± All my Pok¨¦mon stand surrounding me and Darryl as his Pok¨¦mon also join in. ¡°READY!¡± I can hear the whispers of the Mystic grunts while Blanche and the Wartortle girl are helped up by another old dude. Why are the Branch Heads at Valor and Mystic so old? Anyways, they look a little distressed. ¡°AIM!¡± ¡°Shit!¡± Haha, some are already running. My Pok¨¦mon and even Darryl¡¯s begin readying their strongest moves as I start to stall long enough for Darryl to finish. I look long and hard at the Branch Head and his Blastoise as I start to bait him. ¡°FIIII¡± ¡°WAIT! Hold on!¡± I lower my hands and calm (not really) my Pok¨¦mon down. Darry catches the drift and does the same thing. He¡¯s so smart. Makes me wish he was a Team Rocket member. Seeing that we are a little calm, the old man tries to reason with me. ¡°What do you want?¡± ¡°Stuff.¡± ¡°Uh¡­Look, we already have a ton of people and we will have this place surrounded.¡± ¡°Then we¡¯ll just blast ourselves out of here. I have some more tricks up my sleeve.¡± Yeah, the armory had these robot capsules. They were gigantic robots that all had different purposes, but were ultimately scrapped because whoever used them always returned them exploded or fried. Not in good condition, anyway. There were still some left, though. But I didn¡¯t grab any, not that they should know that. Although I still have my gun. Keep them guessing. ¡°Why are you doing this?!¡± ¡°Well, Wartortle woman. We wish we were able to tell you. Hehehe, so many ¡®W¡¯s¡­¡± Oh, her face looks so upset. I didn¡¯t mean to hurt you like that. Aaaagh, making a woman cry is a terrible thing indeed! This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ¡°But I can say we thank you for your cooperation.¡± Show them a flashy smile! Thank goodness I¡¯m still wearing my face mask, otherwise¡­wait¡­ ¡°Do you know who I am?¡± ¡°You¡¯re the one with the six Pok¨¦mon and defeated Bernard of Team Valor, right?¡± ¡°Nope, I am a simple thief.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Am I really that easy to spot?! What the Muk?! Anyways, Darryl is almost done¡­aaaaand there. ¡°Well, should we leave them a present?¡± ¡°Not yet, we don¡¯t know where the others are.¡± ¡°Ahh, good point. We can make the building explode after we make sure ALL the others are out of here.¡± Let¡¯s make these guys think it was a massive operation. Wouldn¡¯t it be funny when they realize they were only defeated by four people? Nodding, Darryl pocketed the stolen data as I destroyed all the nearby terminals. All the way. I could see the three remaining people crying or holding back their tears. I only hate making Wartortle woman cry¡­and maybe Blanche, if I knew their gender. But the old dude is just holding back, causing his hands to bleed and veins to pop on his head. He looks kind of gross. But for some reason, I feel a sort of blanket of good feeling surround me. I don¡¯t know what it is, but the three began to shake and I could smell the unique smell of¡­excrement. Oops. I made them empty their bowels. I don¡¯t know what it was, but it had to do with that feeling. It felt really good, too. I wouldn¡¯t mind being surrounded by it all the time even if it meant people wouldn¡¯t look me in the eyes again. Why would I care about them? Aren¡¯t we put on this planet for ourselves? I make sure they won¡¯t follow us and run after Darryl. I wasn¡¯t paying attention at first, but after some more of that strange cawing, I realized this was the hall I heard the sound from before. What was down here? It didn¡¯t take long for us to run past a room labeled ¡®Stone Evolution¡¯ I could hear the flapping of wings and stopped. Then I heard the cawing sound even louder than before. It was definitely in this room! Wasn¡¯t it Esther¡¯s job to free the Pok¨¦mon? Why was this one here instead of in the kennels? I try to open the door, but it¡¯s locked. I try to kick the door, but it¡¯s too sturdy. Fuck it, just shoot the damn thing. POW! The door lock is destroyed and I can hear screams coming different directions. One was Darryl yelling for me to hurry up. I rush into the room and instantly get bombarded by an abnormal oppressive feeling. But it¡¯s warm, similar to the feeling I just felt in the previous room! I look around, my actions visibly affected by this weird force, and notice a cube shape covered by a blanket. Must be a cage. I walk over slowly, because of the tyrannical energy, and pull the blanket off. It was indeed a cage, for inside was a Murkrow! But it was strange. It wasn¡¯t shiny, but there was a strange tablet along with a stone next to the cage on the counter. I grab the tablet, stone, and the cage. I get the cage open only after shooting the lock off again and release the Murkrow. I know well enough not to risk my life for the sake of capturing a Pok¨¦mon here so I won''t slow myself down with the cage. I run on ahead to where we were supposed to meet up, with all my Pok¨¦mon, including the Murkrow, in tow. I hear a charging sound and out of nowhere, Spearow hits me to the ground and out of the way. I look up to see a wall of blue. It must have been Blastoise¡¯s Hydropump. I wait for the water to die down, but notice a small shape down the hall. I quickly run towards it to check, but it was Spearow. I didn¡¯t even spend time with it like Golbat. I wasn¡¯t filled with regret, nor was I filled with guilt or sadness, no, this is anger. I can hear the Murkrow cawing and cawing, its remorseful cries echoing in my ears as that warm feeling consumes me. My vision grows dark as I see my Pok¨¦mon running far away with Raticate carrying Spearow. My last thought? It''s time to fuck shit up. Mission Complete Another deleted scene. I don¡¯t know if I can do fight scenes, so this was going to be kept a mystery. This scene has too many unknowns and it holds many little spoilers. Or maybe questions? Just know that a little grain of salt might help. --
Somewhere far to the north of the Balktic Region, a magnificent pearl white building stood proudly in the center of a magnificent metropolis. It was on the uppermost floor, the 20th to be exact, where a man sat in his chair watching a video of a strange young man fight against a Branch Head in Fumere City. This person wasn¡¯t affiliated with the three Teams, nor was he a part of Team Rocket, Magma, or Aqua. He belonged to the governing power over Balktic Region. This was the group responsible for completely changing the world. Although the other Regions were still trying to use the Pok¨¦mon League to maintain order, the Balktic Region was responsible for most, if not all, of the world¡¯s technological infrastructure. Without them, the world would still be using the old methods to capture Pok¨¦mon. The genius who created the company split it into separate Regions, and left to control the Kalos Region. But this man was left in charge of the Balktic Region when the creator left. The elderly man watched as the boy covered in darkness weaved in and out of reach of the Blastoise before delivering a powerful punch directly to the solar plexus of the Pok¨¦mon. The force of the strike wasn¡¯t all that strong, but the Blastoise stumbled, leaving openings for the man as he pummeled it. He used a strange ability to practically glide across the floor, appearing directly in the Blastoise¡¯s blind spot. Then the man struck out as a massive black ring flashed outwards and caused an even bigger explosion. The nearby Team Mystic members all fled to save themselves as the Branch Head recalled his Blastoise and ran as well. As the building collapsed around him, the man just stood, oblivious to the world around him. He finally came to and started to walk out of the building. The President of the Balktic Region pressed a button, asking his secretary to bring someone. That someone walked in with a great scar on his face and badges decorating his chest. ¡°General, I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve heard?¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± ¡°Then monitor him and prep for extraction. We have another one.¡± -
Now back to your regularly scheduled chapter. ============ POV CHANGE ============ Master and I were already waiting outside when Darryl appeared. But he was alone. How did Cole screw up? Darryl was breathing hard, saying he heard gunshots. Dammit, Cole, what is wrong with you?! That was when several Pok¨¦mon ran out of the building. They were Cole¡¯s! But they weren¡¯t released. If they stay here, that means their owner is still alive. What is he doing? That was when a scary black ring came out from the building. Followed by a gigantic explosion causing the building to shake. ¡°Master, what is that?¡± ¡°That¡­that looked like Dark Pulse. But I have never seen one that big.¡± ¡°What does this mean?¡± ¡°Is it a Legendary?¡± ¡°I doubt it. Why would a mere branch have such a thing?¡± ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right, Madam.¡± While ignoring Darryl and Master, I notice other sounds and sights. I can hear a bird cawing in the distance. But what was more important was the weak little bird Pok¨¦mon lying on Cole¡¯s Raticate¡¯s back. The only thing I could tell was it was a bird. Its shape was deformed, blasted apart by an overpowering attack. I got to work healing it and asked Darryl what happened. ¡°Blastoise¡­This must have been Blastoise¡¯s doing. The Branch Head! Madam, Cole must be fighting the Branch Head!¡± ¡°That idiot!¡± But there was nothing more we could do. Nothing we could do but wait. If we tried to interfere, we could get caught and arrested. We tried too hard for this and if we fail even after pretty much succeeding, it would be disastrous. But the least we could do was leave someone behind to make sure he was alright. Which happened to be me. Master needed to help transport all the Pok¨¦mon while Darryl had to decrypt the data and compile it and all that stuff. So here I sit. Waiting for the fight to end. I can see more Mystic members arriving, but they end up running away soon after. Now regardless of whether or not Cole remains alive, I would have to enter the building and find what caused this to happen. Although it was collapsing. That was when a muscular man stumbled out of the destruction with a Murkrow over his shoulder. He had red hair and a black face mask¡­Cole? How did he¡­? All his Pok¨¦mon rushed over to see him, even the Spearow we tried to heal. Unfortunately, it would never fly again. It was carried by Raticate to the collapsed young man¡­ He doesn¡¯t look so bad right now¡­What am I thinking? Never mind. I just have to find out what happened in there. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.¡°What do you remember?¡± ¡°Hey, you spoke more than one word even though it wasn¡¯t about Pok¨¦mon. That¡¯s a start.¡± He wobbled, but Ekans supported his body as he sat back up. ¡°I don¡¯t know. I just woke up.¡± GRUOOAGH ¡°¡­¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°¡­uh¡­I guess I¡¯m hungry¡­hehe.¡± =========== POV CHANGE =========== ¡°Aah! That hit the spot! My compliments! How¡¯s everything taste, guys?¡± A round of applause from everyone! Food tastes great all the time! And this time, it had real meat! Delicious! Even though little Spartis, my Spearow, can¡¯t fly, he makes for a good room companion. He gets to hop around the place at home. But we¡¯re not at home, are we? We went to one of Team Magma¡¯s bases nearby and I got treated to a quality meal. Sylva already said she talked with Petrel and that I would receive my reward once I return. Yes! Pay raise! The Murkrow ended up joining me, and when I face chatted with Petrel to tell him how it went, he kind of lost himself. I wonder why? He ended up saying something about having to leave for some important reason, and told me the same thing Sylva said. That I will get my reward after returning. But I am having a great time here! Darryl can¡¯t hold an ounce of liquor hahaha! It seems Esther is juuuuust a little under age. Give her another year. I actually though she was 21 already. You know, because she is a part of Team Magma, a criminal syndicate? But those guys aside, damn! Sylva is like a bottomless pit! She should be swimming by now! How many glasses has she drank?! Hehehe, maybe get her a little tipsy then I can have myself some fun. Although, Esther keeps looking at me all frustrated. Is it because of my wandering eyes? Well, whenever I look at her, she turns and gets all red. She must be angry. Oh well, having too much fun to care! Ahh, this is where it¡¯s at!
Ow. Where am I? Oh, Mastid City limits¡­What happened? I don¡¯t remember¡­ My phone¡­why did I send her these things?! Oh, man! She¡¯s going to kill me! Who? Why the sexy clerk girl! I managed to get her number before I left but I sent so many photos of last night to her! Huh? Who¡¯s this? Is that me?! I got skinny? Oh, I did. But not as skinny as in these pictures. Maybe it¡¯s because I ate so much last night. Well, it doesn¡¯t seem so bad. She never replied once, though. How saddening. Well, let¡¯s go to the Headquarters. I need to wash my brand new uniform I got. I can¡¯t believe I barfed all over it. I look and smell gross. Maybe I should stop by home, first. Yeah, in case I see Sandy. You know, the clerk girl. I switch into some average looking clothes since more people are walking around. I walk around and decide to let Spartis continue riding Raticate around the city. Raticate needs the exercise anyway. I make it to the office building, but notice something is weird. It¡¯s locked. I check my pok¨¦pal, and notice a strange black Pok¨¦stop. I flipped it, but was brought to a strange website. I got a notification of a new item in my inventory so I switched back to the main screen. There were several items, one of which was a keycard. I used the keycard and entered the building. It locked right behind me, which was weird. But no one was inside! The whole building was dark and empty! I walk around and notice there¡¯s nothing left. Everyone packed up and went away. Could it have been the threat of an enemy Team? No¡­ They were probably ready to do this ever since they left my information out and about. If I had tattled on them, I would have failed their little charade. But killing the Branch Head was not in the memo. This means they must have had some flak thanks to me. They sent me on a mission and left me here to deal with the trouble. No, they left me in charge. I checked the website and it had everything I needed to keep this building running. Petrel had paid for the whole building already, I just needed to provide a steady payment of Pok¨¦mon and resources or information. There were also achievements, but I don¡¯t think I can get these just yet. So pretty much Elimination, Capturing, Harvesting, and Scouting. Performing these four things pays for the building and gives me points to purchase things from the cafeteria, bar and even the armory. Now that everything was digitized, it made my job easier. I could simply store and remove items in my inventory to use. I quickly went home and gathered my things. I saw some people chasing me, so I dispatched them to hell. Ruthlessly. Back at my new digs, I set up places and purchased food for me and for my Pok¨¦mon. I guess I need to bring people to my side¡­Naw. I would suck at that. I¡¯ll just make myself a paradise. I will get to live the life of luxury! Or not. Fine, let¡¯s go train. Dammit, I can¡¯t say no to all of you, my awesome Pok¨¦mon. Hey! Murkrow, Golbat! Stop fighting over which shoulder to get! You¡¯re scratching me! More Rewards Ahh¡­Another wonderful day of doing nothing. I can easily spend my afternoons catching and battling, which leaves my mornings for rest and relaxation. Of course, I still haven¡¯t managed to figure out how to do what I did before. The dark feeling, that is. You know, I also wish I could remember what happened that day. It kind of aggravates me. I mean, I used to fight all the time, back in school. I want to know how I did! Did I run away? Or did I perhaps kick him out of the building or disintegrate him? Maybe he ran away? I don¡¯t know. But I got Murkrow out of it. Murkrow has gotten used to everyone, even though it¡¯s only been three days. And a lot can happen in three days. But nothing did. Let¡¯s hope today is the same. *Beep* ¡°Shit.¡± What is it? Someone¡¯s at the door? I jinxed myself. Great. Oh? It¡¯s a pretty lady! Be right down! =========== POV CHANGE =========== Ugh, this is the worst. We wanted to set up our radio station here, but my key won¡¯t work! I thought the people we bought this place from said the previous people all left? Maybe it¡¯s just the key¡­ ¡°Denise, what¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°Just a minute!¡± Shit, Reggie. Calm down. Hmm? Who¡¯s that? And why are they in a bath robe? Well¡­he could do with more clothes and less¡­fat. But he does seem to strike a powerful presence. But this just means the people lied to us. He opens the door and kind of sets himself on the door like a model. Such a gross picture. Like a Hippopotas trying to be cute. Although my little sister like Hippopotas. Then again, she also likes Ariados. Who in their right mind would want a spider? Lost in thought, I didn¡¯t recognize that the man was trying to talk to me. Not until Reggie nudged me. ¡°Denise, pay attention.¡± ¡°Oops, sorry.¡± ¡°No problem, I understand completely. I just wanted to know why you all were here.¡± ¡°We bought this place and¡± ¡°Hold on. Where from?¡± ¡°Uhh¡­from Busy Beedrill Buildings.¡± ¡°Okay, continue.¡± The man motioned to his Golbat to circle above. To search for the company, probably? ¡°Well, we were wanting to set up a radio station here.¡± His eyes lit up like he had an idea. ¡°Ah, we can work something out. I live here by myself after everyone else left for some other place. There¡¯s nothing wrong, it¡¯s just that this place wasn¡¯t the right place to be anymore.¡± ¡°Can you tell me anything else about the previous tenants?¡± ¡°Nope. Can¡¯t.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± It was at this time that the Golbat returned, crying out about something. He listened for a bit then turned back to us. ¡°Okay, so return to wherever to get your equipment and then come back. I should have this place up and running shortly. Although I may not be here when you return, just know not to go past where my Pok¨¦mon are.¡± ¡°Uhh¡­alright?¡± Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. ¡°Denise, what just happened?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡±
It must have taken us about several hours to go back to the warehouse and haul all our equipment here. But the doors were unlocked this time and all the lights were on. There was even a cafeteria and a bar! A store room! We could run tours for people! Having a lot of listeners that can get involved with us can be a good thing. We can work with the nearby school districts to plan field trips, set up tours for a price or even special ¡®free¡¯ tours! They still have to pay for food, but we can make a ton of stuff for people to look through, making the tours last for several hours! There¡¯s six floors, one of which is the basement. On the second floor lies the living areas. There¡¯s even three break rooms. One for girls, one for guys, and the mixed room. There are showers and lockers in the bathrooms, meaning people can stay late or even all day. The third floor has a lot of cubicles, probably where the previous people did their work. We can take some of these places down, wall off other places, and set up sound proof rooms! This is more than enough space for us! But there is still two more floors! Well, three, but the halls that comes from the staircase and the elevator down in the basement are blocked by a really creepy Murkrow and a Raticate with a Spearow on its head. Well, we can always use the roof. The fourth floor seems to be an office floor. Probably for top dogs. This would be where the directors and big shots would stay and do their work. Nothing special, this just means that people can only visit floors one and three. We¡¯ll have to reinstall one of the two elevators to only go to those two floors and keep the stairwell doors locked while giving the employees their keys. Not too much of a problem. It¡¯s not like anyone will want to break in. But the last floor is blocked off by an Ekans and a Koffing. How many Pok¨¦mon does this guy have? Hmm¡­six? I guess that¡¯s not so bad. I went back down to the third floor and saw the owner of the building. =========== POV CHANGE =========== Hehehe, what a good amount of money. With this and the money these guys will be bringing, I can get more stuff pretty quickly. They want to renovate the third floor to which I say, ¡°No problem.¡± But I must say, it seems like the business man at Busy Beedrill was actually misinformed. So I didn¡¯t kill him. I went around, and found out the misinformation came directly from this building itself! What the Shelmet, guys?! Anyways, because of the misunderstanding, a radio station is being built on my new property. And a pretty lady reporter is talking to me. After answering the questions I was allowed to answer, I moved all my Team Rocket stuff down to the B1 floor. There was actually a B2 floor, but no elevator connected to it. Safety reasons, I guess? With this, I decided to change some things. I made it that you can only go to the fifth floor from the basement floor only if you use my key. There are no stairs leading to the fifth floor, they automatically go to the roof. Strange building aesthetics, but it works for me. Now I won¡¯t have to run into anybody when I come and go. Speaking of, I rebuilt the roof and added some good, sturdy railings along with a tree and some vending machines. A good rest area. We were also planning on making the elevator go up to the roof, so that was another project. But now, the only way to get to the fifth floor, my sleeping quarters, was to start from B1. And to get there, you had to have the black keycard I had to use the elevator. You could also go by stairs, but I will have that blocked¡­maybe I will just get rid of it. These should work well. Especially in case if Team Valor comes to make trouble. Which they should want to, if I decide to spill the beans on them. Also, by having a radio station, I can increase my area of influence. I could set up an encrypted sound file at an unused time slot to bring in some good hackers to my side. It¡¯s a really convoluted idea, but I doubt people will realize I specifically belong to Team Rocket this way. I just need Darryl¡¯s help on the sound file. He should be able to do it. The station¡¯s name was OCKT. They decided to artistically add a ¡®P¡¯ at the beginning to make it POCKT or Pocket Radio. Thanks to the new apps on the pok¨¦pal, people can catch the news or check the weather, so adding a radio station isn¡¯t that hard. On all of their handouts or applications, I added a little line on the ¡®P¡¯ whenever there was a POCKT or Pocket¡­Making it ROCKT or Rocket if one were to look at the paper just right. I can always say it was just a prank. It¡¯s not like someone will get arrested just for putting a line to poke fun at the name, right? Whatever, time to go set up some subliminal messages leading to the B2 floor for my recruits! I won¡¯t allow stupid people in my Team! Bad First Date This chapter was hard to write, let me know if you find any mistakes! If you see something wrong with the story, let me know in the review section!
Darryl¡¯s really cool. I have never seen a guy so adequate at his job. I bet there¡¯s no way Sylva will let him work for me. Speaking of which, they were all surprised to hear that I was the leader of my own branch. Of course, my Murkrow helps a lot, being over 5,000 CP, after all. Crazy, right? But I decided not to battle any more gyms for right now. I don¡¯t want to make myself known right now. Partly because I suck at regular battle, but mostly because I hate dealing with people. I tried walking around outside, but Valor flunkies kept chasing me. I really need that Golbat mask! After the radio group got set up and all the things that needed to be changed were changed, I met with their director. Apparently, their office back in Tilpin Town was bought by a strange company. It was there they heard the rumor of a new office building being free to purchase. Those assholes. They¡¯re obviously Team Rocket. So they set up a new base in Tilpin already? They work quickly. Either that or maybe they are doing the same thing they did to me. I guess I¡¯ll keep an eye and an ear out. Hehehe, I have access to the security cameras! Free peeping! Not. They took out the cameras on the 2F. Pisses me off. But I rewired the cameras and set up new ones down in the B1 and B2 floors. I haven¡¯t got any complaints about Team Rocket propaganda or any new recruits, so maybe no one has found it yet. I¡¯m bored¡­I guess I will call Esther. *Ring* *Ring* *Click* ¡°Hello? What is it this time?¡± ¡°I just wanted to talk¡­¡± *Click* Shit. Now what? I am practically being forced outside! There¡¯s nothing going on here, yet! The radio company is still getting their roots here and I want something to do! Why can¡¯t I be lazy all the time? =========== POV CHANGE =========== Huhh¡­Yesterday was Father¡¯s funeral. All of Team Valor in the city appeared and payed their respect. Even some people from outside our city came. The Rangers came by and questioned me and Bernard again, but no one could find this Cole Fellman anywhere. Recently, some of our guys spotted him, but he would always disappear leaving bodies in his wake. There was nothing tying him to the crimes, but we all knew. And now that I know what we really do, I can understand why the Rangers don¡¯t always make a speedy appearance for us. I had a lot to think about from what that guy said. Come to find out, Father thought he was a member of Team Rocket and wanted to interrogate him. But Father thought he had made a mistake and was forced to eliminate Cole so no one would know what we do. Who would have expected he was actually from Team Rocket? They checked his pockets, shoes and even underwear, but found nothing. No one decided to check his shirt. How dumb we were. And it cost us close to 11 men. The last guy is still recuperating in the hospital. I thought he was just a normal guy. Yeah, I didn¡¯t select him to join us, but we weren¡¯t supposed to. We had already selected the people we wanted. That¡¯s the way it works every time. Of course, this was the first time we had the pok¨¦pals. Cole is a really strong person. He can easily catch Pok¨¦mon, he has a knack for finding his enemies¡¯ weaknesses, and he doesn¡¯t quit. I could see that from his tenacity. He is also not a guy to anger. Who knows how he¡¯ll flip out? About a week ago, we heard about one of Team Mystic¡¯s bases getting destroyed by some monster. Now they¡¯re under heat for this. But they are claiming they were under attack from Team Rocket. I was reminded of Cole, but how could he have waged war on team Mystic? From what I heard, there were only four intruders. They didn¡¯t describe the monster, but just said that it wiped out the entire complex, although there were no casualties and their Pok¨¦mon all made it out safely. I wish this cake would taste better. I wanted to come here to the opening of my favorite restaurant chain with Father. Maybe Bernie, but he is obsessed with Cole. He even bought a gun for himself to use on Cole. But it wasn¡¯t his fault, even if Father said so. It was ours. We treated him poorly, we harassed him and threatened him. I questioned the others and found out what happened. Even the Battle Trio had kidnapped him for no reason other than to question him. What if he were just a normal guy? We would have killed an innocent person! And now they were dead! It¡¯s even worse! They kidnapped a murderer! I had no idea what we did was wrong. I think I am going to leave Team Valor¡­ ¡°Hey, how¡¯s it hanging, Candela? You still look beautiful!¡± No¡­it¡¯s him! He¡¯s wearing some stupid children¡¯s Golbat mask, but it¡¯s definitely him. Who else is so round?! What do I do?! I¡­I don¡¯t know! Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! I can feel my heartbeat quicken and sweat start falling! ¡°Calm down, I still don¡¯t know how you guys figure out it¡¯s me, but I just wanted to walk around.¡± Why is he sitting there? Doesn¡¯t he know that there are other people near here? What? Where is everyone? I want to leave, but I can¡¯t move! I¡¯m scared! ¡°Hmm, oops. Forgot to turn my Swagger off. Hah! It¡¯s not really Swagger, it¡¯s a joke.¡± Suddenly, I can move again. I don¡¯t know what that was about, but Cole is more dangerous than he was before! Even if he pretends to be embarrassed. ¡°What do you want?¡± ¡°Some cake.¡± Then he uses the very same fork I used to eat some of my cake. ¡°Eh¡­it¡¯s lemon¡­not really fond of lemon. How about some ice cream cake? What¡¯s your favorite flavor? I¡¯ll pay.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Chocolate? Vanilla? Cookies and cream?¡± I guess I will play along. Some people should be here soon enough. Oh Arceus, is this how Cole felt strapped to that chair? It doesn¡¯t feel good. Yet he could act the way that he did with no problems. Who is he?! ¡°Cookies and cream it is. My mom likes that flavor. Haven¡¯t spoken to her in a while, but she should still like it. My brother likes rocky road. Me? I like regular old fashioned vanilla. I am a plain kind of guy. Waiter! I want a slice of pound cake with a scoop of vanilla and a slice of whichever cake goes well with cookies and cream.¡± ¡°Y¡­Yes sir¡­¡± What is he doing? ¡°It must be a slow day, huh? Not very many people.¡± ¡°Uhh, yeah. I guess so¡­¡± ¡°Hmmm¡­I caught a Murkrow recently. He¡¯s really strong. I bet he could take on several gyms by himself.¡± ¡°Oh yeah?¡± Oh please let me go¡­ ¡°Yeah. And he gives off this warm feeling. Calms me right down. Maybe I should show you. Come on out, Murkrow!¡± ¡°Oh please, no.¡± There it is again, that terrible feeling. It¡¯s even worse than before! I can¡¯t move, I hear the people behind the counter drop stuff and I hear people outside screaming. ¡°Hmm? What¡¯s wrong? Are you okay?!¡± He actually rushed over to my side. How can he handle this? Is he perhaps a monster? Wait, a monster? ¡°Oh shit, I didn¡¯t realize this energy was bad for you. Quick, Murkrow, calm down.¡± You mean to tell me you were¡­telling the truth¡­ No¡­ That¡¯s right. He told me he stays true to his words. Well, mostly. He can insinuate something else with the way he says things, but he doesn¡¯t lie on purpose. This energy Murkrow gives off must actually feel good to him. ¡°Cole, did you¡­attack the Mystic base in Fumere¡­?¡± His face shows his surprise when I said his name, and it only gets more so when I ask him about the attack. He grimaces while recalling his Murkrow, leaving me held in his arms as I try to push him away. I eventually get back up, but I can¡¯t stand. I sit back down in my seat as the waiter brings the food. I must say, it really looks delicious. But I can¡¯t even stomach anything right now. ¡°I¡­can¡¯t say. I¡¯m sure you understand.¡± Yes, I understand. That you¡¯re a monster that tells the truth and causes problems wherever you go. I think I am crying. I feel a wetness on my cheeks as small patter sounds can be heard from my tears hitting the table. Cole picks up his napkin and goes to wipe my tears off. I move away, but almost fall over again. He catches me before I can fall, but I just want to get away from him. He bitterly smiles and leaves the napkin in my hand. He takes his food over to the counter and gets it boxed up and leaves. Not long after, some people from Valor show up. Only to see me crying and holding on to myself with a plate of untouched food before me. Late Night Practice Another little excerpt that I didn''t really plan for.
"Candela, are you okay?! The Rangers are on their way!" "I''m fine, Bernard...but it was him." "That damn asshole! I''ll get him! He even scared you so bad you didn''t eat your cake!" "Wait, no!" *NOM* "BLEARGH! Ugh! What is that?! That tastes disgusting!" "Well. I guess he doesn''t like you so it would taste bad." "What do you mean?" "The cakes here are made using a Pok¨¦mon''s Move. If the person who ordered cake likes someone, when that someone eats it, it will taste delicious." "No wonder. Hey, what are you doing?" "Trying it. I...I think I want to know...how he truly feels about me." "It tastes bad, right? Yeah, I almost cried, too." "No, it tastes delicious...It''s actually the best thing I''ve ever eaten..."
Shit, that was bad of me. I totally freaked her out. How was I supposed to know this power would scare people? Then again, no one ever goes near Murkrow¡¯s hall whenever he is stationed there. I might just get rid of the stairs leading to B1 floor and leave Murkrow in front of the elevator. I can hear sirens and yelling, better get back home. But I¡¯m not meant for running and I still have to get all the way across this side of the city.
This cake taste like shit. Doesn¡¯t help that it¡¯s as soggy as a wet towel. Now I¡¯m bored again. Wait a minute, I know that I can do something similar to Murkrow with the intimidation, but it¡¯s not a move or an ability. It¡¯s more like straight up fear. Is that my power? I guess I will go downstairs and practice. =========== POV CHANGE =========== ¡°Hello, I am Ranger Henry and this is my Junior Assistant Kendra. Please tell us what happened.¡± There he goes again, with the stupid introduction. Whatever, I need to focus on the case. This is too weird. About 10 days ago, a massive attack on Team Valor¡¯s base happened. Then pretty much the next day, over in Fumere City, Team Mystic¡¯s base was attacked. Both had a similarity. Team Rocket. Now we are looking for clues about this new event that happened just this morning. Candela, a member of Team Valor that was involved in the first case, was attacked by the assailant that shot and killed the ten men at the first scene. Now he appears in the middle of broad daylight wearing a Golbat mask trying to walk around without drawing suspicion? How ridiculous. But Mr. Kenson won¡¯t tell me why we don¡¯t just storm his house with a warrant and arrest him. I hate talking to people, so that was what Mr. Kenson was supposed to help me with. It¡¯s also what he¡¯s doing right now. But I just spend all my time looking at the evidence. In fact, this doesn¡¯t seem to be a normal scene. He orders food for the victim, tries to help her, and then leaves after paying. He wanted to show off a Pok¨¦mon, but it had a strange power that affected all the people within a 25 foot radius. Seeing that he was causing trouble for the victim, he recalled his Pok¨¦mon and tried to help. How is this a bad guy? Were we wrong? No, not necessarily. Apparently, he all but confessed to being the ¡®monster¡¯ that attacked the Mystic base. We Rangers were led to believe that it was orchestrated by Team Magma, so we were surprised that Team Rocket had made an appearance instead. We had arrested many of both Team Mystic, which included the Branch Head and their scientists which were conducting illegal experiments on Pokmon, and Team Valor. But that doesn¡¯t excuse this Cole from his actions. He must still pay for his crimes. Judging from the evidence and the testimonies from eyewitnesses, there¡¯s nothing really that we can arrest him for here. But 10 murders and destruction of private property and government property should be enough. He could also be linked to other possible murders around this side of the city. Yet we still don¡¯t arrest him. Mr. Kenson is looking this way. ¡°Kendra, let¡¯s go. We got all we can from here.¡± ¡°Are we finally going to his house?¡± The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°Nope. He¡¯s not there. We already got all we could from there. Didn¡¯t amount to much, just some trash.¡± ¡°But forensics can see what he did from the trash.¡± ¡°Yeah, we could tell he ate junk food and wasted away until about two weeks ago. That was the time of the pok¨¦pal distribution. My guess is he focused entirely on becoming a trainer. I don¡¯t know when he was approached by Team Rocket, but it couldn¡¯t have been that long after.¡± ¡°Oh¡­why didn¡¯t you tell me?¡± ¡°Because you met him before.¡± ¡°What? Really?¡± ¡°Yep. He was the fifth person at the pok¨¦pal distribution final. You know, the fat one. Since you might have been connected to him in some way, we couldn¡¯t allow you to involve yourself.¡± ¡°But how could I have known him?¡± ¡°Because of the peer review process. You were the only one to pass him and he was the only one to pass you. Likewise, he was the only one to get a pass from you and you were the only one to receive a pass from him.¡± ¡°What?! That damn thing?! We were supposed to check if the person was a good Pok¨¦mon trainer candidate. He was the only one to accurately answer the process behind an ice type¡¯s advantage over a ground type, as well as show keen battle strategies and knowledge.¡± ¡°And that¡¯s probably the reason he passed you. You were both the only ones to do so.¡± ¡°Mr. Kenson, I don¡¯t think this was really fair.¡± ¡°Please, you don¡¯t have to be so formal, Kendra, just Henry is fine.¡± ¡°And you don¡¯t have to be so informal, Mr. Kenson, just Parkett is fine.¡± We hop into the squad car and drive off. We drive by the new radio building being renovated when I see a familiar body type walking into the building. It was him! Cole! He was in that building! I couldn¡¯t let Mr. Kenson know, or he¡¯d never let me go. He¡¯s definitely hiding something from me. I have to do this as soon as possible.
Several hours later, after finally clocking out and getting away from all those reports, I made my way to the radio building. The first floor was always open to customers and fans, since there was a 24 hour cafeteria and a late night bar as well. The gift shop was also open, where they had plush dolls of a Raticate with a Spearow on it. How strange. But cute, too. There was a pillow in the shape of an Ekans sleeping around a Koffing, a series of pictures with a Gastly or Haunter in each one, and a sort of accessory that fits on a person¡¯s shoulder with a Murkrow and Golbat resting comfortably. Apparently, there was a mysterious owner that let his Pok¨¦mon wander the building. There were little children¡¯s books about the man where he would just sit there and play with these Pok¨¦mon. What¡¯s with this place? It has only been a week, but they are building up on this mysterious owner? How strange. I walk into the elevator, only to see the first, third, and roof floors are the only ones lit up. I sneak my way over to the employee¡¯s elevator when someone finally got off of it and notice that the B1 and the fifth floor are still not lit up. That was when I sensed a terrifying energy coming from below. I exit the elevator, since only people with keys can make it operate, and try to find the stairs leading down. I found them way out of the way. No one was over here, but the energy only gets heavier. It gets to the point that it hurts for me to continue. Thankfully, something happens and the energy disappears. I make my way downstairs and see a long hallway with the light from the elevator shining in the distance. I see the shadow of what looks like two Pok¨¦mon standing there. Aren¡¯t they a Raticate and Spearow? What are they doing down here? I go to pull out my pok¨¦pal, but stop when I see a person walk over to them from around the corner. He bends down and pets them before getting in the elevator and leaving. The two Pok¨¦mon react well, as they chitter and giggle as best as Pok¨¦mon can. I quickly go back upstairs to see the elevator light pointing at the fifth floor. This person was the owner! I couldn¡¯t tell who he was, but he looked strong! I was kind of shocked, since he looked kind of familiar! Who was he?! I couldn¡¯t just stay here, I had to find out who he is! Since he¡¯s the owner, he probably has the special key that allows full access to the building. I have to get it! Interview Hehehe, that little Bulbasaur girl appeared last night. I had no idea she was even there, but she triggered the cameras. She probably didn¡¯t even recognize me since I was in super mode. That¡¯s right, I figured it out! This power is amazing! I don¡¯t know what unlocked it in the first place, but it is extremely similar to Murkrow¡¯s energy. Henceforth, it shall be known as Dark Energy! As of now, I can actually use Dark Pulse, Beat Up, Punishment, and Faint Attack. Don¡¯t ask me how I know, I just do. It was like information flowed into my head only to show some information, not all of it. I could call upon this¡­memory and automatically use the Moves. But I want to learn how to do these Moves without relying on the memories. If I am forced to use this technique, I should be able to move how I please. You know, like adjusting the radius of Dark Pulse or getting the timing right to hit a weak spot. Back to the girl. I don¡¯t know what she¡¯s after, but I think she wants to visit my floor. Probably to get information on me. I guess she thought, ¡®If it¡¯s the owner, he should have information on anybody who comes in and out frequently¡¯. Hopefully it¡¯s not for my hot bod. That was another thing. I found that activating this energy requires a lot of fuel. I really should find some sort of quick snack that completely fills this fuel, whatever it is. Maybe I should run some tests to find what part of me is spent first and have supplements on me just in case. Since now I don¡¯t have to exercise to keep in shape! Hahaha! *Ding* Oh? That better be recruits¡­otherwise¡­ =========== POV CHANGE =========== ¡°Nat, are we ready?¡± ¡°Roger.¡± ¡°The name¡¯s Cly¡± ¡°Shut up and move!¡± Geez, these guys. Aren¡¯t we supposed to be running a heist? Why is something like this being treated as a joke? This lead better get us some info on Team Rocket. Fennis knows a guy who told him of a secret that was in the city. It only took us an hour before we spotted the flyer with a hidden Team Rocket logo. I am surprised no one else realized. Maybe everyone knows? Anyways, whether it¡¯s a trap or not, we need this lead. Clyde got us the blue prints while Fennis researched as much as he could of the company. He found out it wasn¡¯t the company, but rather the building. The owner never went through legal transfers, but still ended up in the hands of a man named Cole Fellman. He¡¯s something like a legend within the radio station, with paraphernalia related to his Pok¨¦mon all over the place. But that was beside the point. We believe this Cole happens to be a member of Team Rocket. He now has an important position of manipulating the radio station thanks to his effort of ¡®helping¡¯ them when they needed it. By becoming the radio station¡¯s benefactor, he was able to make small changes here and there. It was because of one of these changes that we found the encrypted audio file they play on the air at midnight. It told us the location of where we were supposed to meet to join Team Rocket. It was actually written in some nice riddle about red rose petals covering the planet, but it was too much and I forget it. It ended up leading us to a flower shop. But that was just the tip. Once we got there, we had to find the bread crumbs he laid for people. There were little red ¡®Rs¡¯ here and there all over the place. We finally made our way to a large tunnel that led to underneath the station. It must be used for large cargo? Once there, we tried to be stealthy, but then the lights came on. And here we are. After Clyde asked if I was ready, I got into position. Cole must already knew we were here, so he might already know how many people there are down here. It doesn¡¯t change the fact that it isn¡¯t just me and Clyde trying to enter the building! We already know, thanks to Clyde¡¯s connections, that the elevator only works if you have the main keycard. We just have to ¡®acquire¡¯ it and we gain access to his secret files that must be in a computer he has in his room on the fifth floor. Otherwise, this was just a trap and we are all screwed. Except Fennis, but he might get caught, too. That was when the elevators opened and out walked a chubby man wearing a black outfit with a large red ¡®R¡¯ on the chest. He was only a grunt?! If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°Ooh?! A beautiful girl! Hehehe, you are hired!¡± Great, a prick. ¡°Hey, might want to tell your buddy on the ground floor to come down here.¡± He knows?! ¡°Hehe, technology is so great these days, where I can wirelessly connect live camera footage to my smart phone. So, where do you want to begin? I have need for a strong arm, a hacker¡­and a secretary.¡± Gross. A misogynistic prick. Fine, let¡¯s get this over with. ¡°Come out, Pidgeot!¡± Seeing me call out my Pok¨¦mon, Clyde repeats the action. ¡°Let¡¯s go, Machoke!¡± ¡°Hmm¡­what a shame¡­How about this, I win and you join my Team Rocket! I lose, and you kill me.¡± ¡°Kill?! We are going to ask you some questions!¡± ¡°Too bad, I only joined Team Rocket a little over two weeks ago. I doubt I would know enough to help you out.¡± What? Only two weeks? This guy has all this set up in two weeks and he is only a grunt?! Why give him such power?! ¡°I can¡¯t answer most questions, but if you join Team Rocket, then there¡¯s no problem. But first, Golbat, Haunter, come help out.¡± Two Pok¨¦mon rushed out of his shadow and darted towards me and Clyde. A Pidgeot should be able to deal with a Golbat, this is nothing! ¡°Pidgeot, use Aerial Ace!¡± ¡°Poison Fang.¡± I could hear Clyde shouting in frustration as none of his attacks landed on the ghost. But I had a chance. Thankfully, Bite was a dark move. And I have an Arbok which just so happens to know Bite! ¡°Get him, Arbok!¡± ¡°Actually, my Haunter is a ¡®her¡¯.¡± ¡°My mistake. Get HER!¡± As Arbok lunged at the Haunter, another shadow came tearing into the battle, as a black bird attacked Arbok while he was attacking Haunter! ¡°NO!¡± ¡°Ouch. That was a fast Peck. Work a little harder, will you? I see your buddy upstairs is having some difficulty fighting four Pok¨¦mon at once.¡± ¡°How are you controlling seven Pok¨¦mon?!¡± ¡°I¡¯m not. Murkrow here is doing things his own way.¡± Then the Murkrow tag teamed my Pidgeot, forcing me to call it back. We lost. And he even went easy on us. ¡°You guys are too soft.¡± Huh? ¡°You could have come in with all your Pok¨¦mon out and completely wreck me. Why is it that you guys don¡¯t have any more Pok¨¦mon? If it was a matter of traveling from a different region, you could have caught more. It¡¯s pretty much what I did.¡± But¡­ ¡°You could have also used weapons and blackmail along with hostages or threats to make me negotiate. For example, your buddy is currently sitting at the bar eyeballing the bartender lady. He wasn¡¯t actually in danger.¡± ¡°That asshole.¡± ¡°Why haven¡¯t you tried to contact him? Is it because you are afraid for his safety? You should be able to believe in each other. I thought you guys would have better team work. If you¡¯re going to join me, you will need to work on this things.¡± Where did that pen and paper come from? Is he taking notes? Am I in Team Rocket right now?! Knowledge I missed my chance! Just last night I saw the elevator go to the B1 floor! The owner was doing something, I just know it! Was it something related to Cole? Or Team Rocket? No, the owner must be someone higher up in Team Rocket! He has to be! ¡°Kendra, are you listening?¡± But now here I am, under direct supervision from now on for 3 weeks. ¡°Yes, Mr. Kenson.¡± ¡°Fine, whatever. Nothing I say leaves this room.¡± Huh? ¡°Cole was supposed to be in your spot. In fact, he actually had what we really wanted. Unfortunately, his behavior wasn¡¯t adequate for a Ranger.¡± ¡°What was it that he has that I don¡¯t?¡± ¡°Classified. Look, we can¡¯t touch him right now. No matter what he does. Anyone who even appears to want to join Team Rocket has been apprehended before they could be recruited. I must say, I was surprised he set up such an elaborate design. This just meant that the people he would get would be of a higher tier.¡± ¡°He was recruiting?! Why can¡¯t we tell people what¡¯s going on?!¡± ¡°What would happen if he were to know we were on his tail? Well, he knows you know. Which means he definitely knows we know.¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me earlier?¡± ¡°I shouldn¡¯t even be telling you now! Please, understand where I am coming from. We already have some missing tourists unaccounted for. I don¡¯t know if they got caught up in criminal activity or managed to be hired by Cole.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Please stop chasing him. Once we get the go ahead, we can bag him. Although I doubt they will give US the go ahead¡­¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± ¡°Classified.¡± ¡°Who are you?¡± ¡°Confidential.¡± ¡°Personally.¡± ¡°Heh, I am just Henry Kenson, a normal, everyday Captain of the Rangers.¡±
It¡¯s been another couple of days since then and I¡¯m not allowed to leave the building unsupervised. Thankfully, I get a female Ranger to watch me at home. But the recent reports show strange criminal activity. We already had some small time gangs pop up here and there because they get rejected by the Three Teams. But they have been disappearing and no one knows where to find them. Somehow, the reports get filed at the bottom of the pile every time. It must be Cole¡¯s doing. I don¡¯t know what it is, but it must be related to Team Rocket. Hmm? A flyer from the radio station stating that they are beginning their tours for all ages. There¡¯s even a picture of the owner! . . . COLE??!! How the Diglett is that Cole?! He¡­he¡­is it really him? Then that would explain why he is so important. He owns the station, making him someone high up on the totem pole. Maybe the government wants him to spill his guts? Well¡­what do I know about Cole? He¡¯s honest, kind towards females to a fault, he has a good catching rate for Pok¨¦mon, he is ruthless and maybe psychotic, and he attacked both Team Valor and Team¡­Mystic¡­ The monster! Candela said he pretty much admitted to attacking the Team Mystic base! From eyewitness accounts, there was a monster and Team Rocket. If the government got involved, they might have messed with the records. But I remember someone said ¡®He was a monster,¡¯ not ¡®there was a monster.¡¯ This must mean that Cole has a strange power that the government wants¡­wait, could this be the reason the Rangers wanted him in the first place? If that¡¯s the case, I don¡¯t understand! Regardless of whether or not he becomes a Ranger, this power must be kept in check! Then¡­what would cause the government to be this careful when trying to obtain a target? Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Team Rocket¡­ =========== POV CHANGE =========== Ahhh, it feels good getting stuff done without lifting a finger. Fennis, the wiry guy who has an infatuation with the bartender on the graveyard shift, set up a good defense net around our system. He identified a lot of security issues and dealt with them. It might have been because I was standing over his shoulder, but he seemed a little anxious. It was also probably because some of the issues had a certain signature. Our government. I knew they were watching. Not the radio station, but me. It¡¯s like everyone knows who I am! The only reason the station made those little trinkets in their store was because the kids wanted them. Everyone had seen my Pok¨¦mon all over the building. But no one had found the signs? Unbelievable! These three had shown up yesterday and already made it to my building. If that¡¯s the case, where is everyone else? Another thing is that Bulbasaur girl found me. If she found me, then the rest of the Rangers found me. Yet why was no one coming for me? Whatever. I should find out soon. Thankfully, I now have Arbok, Weezing, and Haunter. With the exception of Haunter, who evolved several days ago, the other two evolved last night. Speaking of Pok¨¦mon, I have Natalie, or Nat, catch Pok¨¦mon. She seems to be the best at that of the three, but she still only catches like three a day. Am I weird? Strange. Well, Clyde goes around and convinces the local thugs and wannabe Teams to come here. He is allowed to use force, if necessary. Another five days and I will officially induct them into Team Rocket! I leave Nat in charge while I go to B2. I set myself onto the table to connect myself to several wires and machines. I wait several minutes to make sure everything is calibrated. I check my levels and begin using the Dark Energy. It doesn¡¯t take long as several of the machines begin to rapidly beep and warn me of low¡­what is that? I don¡¯t think I have ever heard of Enernite. I look around for ways to quickly refill Enernite from the internet, but get blocked. Hmm, the government¡­ I ask Fennis to hack into the website using my computer to search for it. With this, I have officially made Fennis a member too early. But it¡¯s fine. I guess I will answer some questions, but he is not allowed to leave. Come to find out, Enernite can be found in most people, but it¡¯s more prevalent in Pok¨¦mon! In fact, Enernite levels actually indicate how strong a Pok¨¦mon is! Hmm, it looks like I was using it the wrong way. I was using it like a bonfire, throw all the logs into the pile and burning it. I use all of my energy at once and feel the rush. But I am actually supposed to use it like a campfire, putting in more logs when I need to so as to keep the fire going. Now it¡¯s time for questions. Fennis sits in the chair opposite of mine as I sit behind my desk. My swivel chair is too distracting, I can feel his judging. ¡°We are looking for a person.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± ¡°We believe Team Rocket has them.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Where can we find them?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°¡­Then how about this, where could we go to find that information?¡± ¡°Not them, just you. They are not a part of Team Rocket.¡± ¡°You do know I will just quit after this, right?¡± ¡°Hmmmmmmmmm no.¡± ¡°Well, I am.¡± And he gets up to leave. As soon as the door closes, I hear a crash before everything goes dark. What¡¯s with knocking me out all the time?! =========== POV CHANGE =========== Shit, what was that? Did he throw something?! ¡°Cole?! What¡¯s¡­shit, did he jump?!¡± I rush to the broken window, but see an armored car drive away. The same kind of armored car we saw that day Trina disappeared. I have to tell Clyde and Nat! This doesn¡¯t have anything to do with Team Rocket, it¡¯s the government¡¯s doing! Shadow Fighting Oww¡­What the hell happened? Oh¡­ I got kidnapped again. This must be a popular past time. I can¡¯t wait to tell all 3 of my friends about it! Wait, who are my friends? Uh¡­Darryl, Esther, and Sylva? Hm¡­I think I need more friends. ¡°Oi, get the fuck up.¡± I can¡¯t count Nat, Fennis, and Clyde because they are my subordinates, and there aren¡¯t any people I really talk to from the radio station. ¡°I know you¡¯re awake.¡± ¡°¡­five more¡­hours¡­¡± ¡°Fuck this shit! At least let go off my leg!¡± ¡°No wonder my pillow felt bony. But you smell good, if that counts.¡± Yep, a cell. It doesn¡¯t even look as comfortable as a normal jail cell. And I should know. I get up off the poor soul. The unfortunate person is sickly in their appearance, as if they haven¡¯t been outside for a while. That might actually be the case. They¡¯re wearing what looks like pajamas, but thin. The person¡¯s body is extremely weak and undernourished, but the hair is long and obscuring their face. I say this because I can¡¯t tell if the person is male or female. But because they threw me in here, it must be a guy. I notice he is wearing a strange bracelet around his right hand. I lift up my own to discover that I, too, have it. I am also wearing the pajama like outfit, but it feels like paper. The guy is looking my way with fear, as I can tell from the shaking. I take a good look at the bracelet and realize it can¡¯t be handcuffs since I have my hands free. Must be a tracker or something. So what if I break it? =========== POV CHANGE =========== Who is this guy? As soon as the guards threw him in here, much to my despair, he grabbed onto my leg and slobbered all over it! Instead of freaking out, like I expected a new guy to do, he just stared at everything. He stared at me, too, but moved on. I guess I don¡¯t look interesting enough. Thankfully, as a test subject, I won¡¯t get touched by the guards. But that doesn¡¯t mean anything to other subjects. If he wanted to, he could easily over power me. Why would the guards place a guy in my cell?! Is this because of the fact I didn¡¯t consent to the Warden? He wants me to be raped?! This is insane! I want to go back home! I miss my friends! ¡°Great, now my cellmate is crying. Fine, fine, I¡¯ll leave.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± The slightly roundish looking guy lifted his arm with the seal and swung it at the bars. Clang! What is he doing?! Is he insane?! He just! His wrist should not bend that way! ¡°Help! Somebody help!¡± ¡°Hmm, it is really tough. I tried to swing with all my strength. Hey, is it because of this thing that I can¡¯t use my Dark Energy?¡± ¡°Wha¡­yeah?¡± ¡°Hmmmmmm¡­I guess I will swing some more.¡± ¡°Wait! Stop!¡± Clang! Clang! It shattered! I know these things aren¡¯t that tough, but it could still work underwater or in a fire! What kind of strength does this guy have? Is he a fighting type? No, he said ¡®Dark¡¯. Aah, here comes the guards! ¡°Hehehe, come on, bastards!¡± He tries to use his power, but it still needs time to reload, so to speak. In the Arena, we have to wait a minute before we fight so our power regenerates. But he doesn¡¯t seem to need all that much! Who is this guy?! ¡°Hahaha! Looks like I get to have some practice! Dark Pulse and Punishment!¡± Huh? Did he just combine moves? You can do that? And how did he use his power so quickly? Oh, it stopped. ¡°Hehe, I guess like this, the Dark Energy only lasts for a minute. Oh well.¡± Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.Bam! They quickly knock him out and take him to the Infirmary. A couple hours later, I hear more sounds and more guards rush towards the Infirmary. What is going on? There he comes. They are dragging him to Isolation. They will lock him in a cell down the hall where he can¡¯t hear anything, but we can hear everything. They usually pull some sort of interrogation and get him to scream, inflicting fear into all of us. > (There is no My Chemical Romance in the Pok¨¦mon world. I was only thinking this song just fits the situation) But after another hour, I could hear a beat sounding out from his cell. Next, I heard the guy¡¯s voice singing a song I never heard before. He wasn¡¯t particularly good at singing, but it sounded nice. He was better at the beat. He did it in such a way that many people couldn¡¯t help but tap in rhythm. Every day for the next week he would sing this song just after dinner. Because he was disrupting everything, they just kept him down there. It didn¡¯t take long for us to memorize the words and so we would join in. It felt good to do this. I mean, we couldn¡¯t live like normal people, we weren¡¯t able to see our family, but we could still speak out! Sure, no one would hear our cries and come help, but the least we could do was annoy these asshats! But our joy ended all too soon as he was once again dragged away. They were giving him the axe. He was too much trouble to deal with, even if he was a good possible asset. The displays in our cells lit up to show the monthly death match that the sick people of the upper crust funded. He was going to fight Gladiator, a fighting type guy who knew Moves such as Low Kick, Bulk Up, Karate Chop, and Revenge. With this move set, he could take out any person with a type disadvantage in an instant! The ring was already set up and Gladiator was waiting. The new guy was giving the guards trouble as they removed his bracelet for the fight, but they threw him into the arena shortly after. Gladiator was someone who loved to fight and only needed a little more points before he could join the government in their special team. He actually enjoyed this dangerous game. He stood a good head taller than the new guy and was putting on airs. He believed he had a minute before the fight would start and then he would win. But what if that minute was full of attacks? This should be funny. No one liked the Gladiator because of his twisted personality. He wouldn¡¯t torture people or rape women thank goodness, but he did treat everyone else as beneath him. Time to knock him down a few pegs, new guy! ¡°Hahaha! Welcome to the Arena! You shall have to fight me, Glad¡± Pow! There he was! A quick punch to the nose! But why didn¡¯t the new guy use his power? ¡°Hehe, this isn¡¯t your day. For one minute, we have to fight like normal people! Come on!¡± So that¡¯s what he¡¯s doing. I can hear people several cells away cheering for the new guy. I guess I¡¯m not the only one who felt good after that. Due to the energy flowing through us, we tend to take on the force we control. The Gladiator would become physically stronger even without using his power, but the new guy seems to just intimidate Gladiator by being near him. Now that the first minute is up and they are using their powers, I can¡¯t tell what all his Moves are. There¡¯s Dark Pulse and Faint Attack, but he also has a physical attack and a targeting attack, probably Punishment. He is definitely a close combat person. Punishment works wonders whenever Gladiator uses Bulk Up, so he stopped buffing himself to limit the damage he takes. From what I can see, the new guy actually has good control. Not perfect, but enough to defeat Gladiator. That was when someone next to me mumbled, ¡°He looks like a shadow¡­¡± People started picking it up and they all whispered, ¡°Shadow¡­¡¯ Soon the chanting grew to a level that could be heard throughout the area and then to all the surrounding halls as well. The entire building began to echo with the sound of all of our voices and guards came to shut us up. But the damage has been done. The new guy stood over Gladiator¡¯s body before delivering a final attack, separating his head from his shoulders! A new champion has emerged! Shadow! Jail Break He won! I can¡¯t believe he won! Haha! The Shadow is amazing! Oh? I can hear him being dragged this way. ¡°No, over here¡­yeah, my cell bud¡­is over *yaaaawn* here¡­¡± Cell bud? Me? Does he not realize I¡¯m a girl? Well¡­I don¡¯t quite fit the bill. I¡¯m tall and flat, and being here for so long must make me look really ragged. Wait, why am I getting depressed? With this, he won¡¯t think about messing with me! The guards throw him into my cell and leave. I can hear the snores coming from Shadow as soon as he hit the floor. Somewhere during his sleep, he grabbed onto my leg again! How does he do that?! =========== POV CHANGE =========== Mmmm¡­good sleep. It smells good. ¡°Could you stop sniffing my leg?¡± You know, this guy¡¯s voice makes him sound really young. Why are the kids these days so tall?! I gotta get up off of¡­ ¡°Who are you again?¡± ¡°T¡­Kat. Just Kat.¡± ¡°Oh, like the comedian?¡± I get off of Katt and look around. Same old depressing cell. But there is a TV! How come I didn¡¯t know about this?! Oh, maybe it¡¯s because I caused problems as soon as I got here. I begin doing stretches and convince Katt to do it as well. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°So when I break out, I don¡¯t have to carry you.¡± He got to work fast after I said that. Right, I would hate to be carried by another dude also. But if a pretty girl did, hmmm¡­ Anyways, I have no way to contact my subordinates, although luckily my pok¨¦pal was on the table and not captured by these assholes.
Time passes, it must have been a week after I beat that fighting type guy. I am subjected to multiple studies and experiments where I also have a little exercise I must complete. During free time, we tell the others to cooperate and learn to use their powers. This way, we can be ready for the chance to cause problems. Unfortunately, any plans we make are quickly fixed since I am always surrounded by goons. But, I can tell Katt is having trouble. ¡°Hey, Shadow?¡± ¡°I keep telling you, it¡¯s Cole. What¡¯s up?¡± ¡°I¡¯m scared. What if we can¡¯t get out of here? What if we get brainwashed?¡± ¡°Well, brainwashing takes a while. True brainwashing, anyway. But trust me. Haven¡¯t I already proven that these guys are weak?¡± ¡°But that¡¯s just your perspective! We can¡¯t destroy these bracelets like you can!¡± ¡°I know. So what have you learned on controlling your powers?¡± ¡°Well¡­I am a normal type, but my Moves are more like boosts. Harden, Sharpen, Double Team, and Meteor Punch are my Moves. Why?¡± ¡°Because, I was wondering what position you should be when you join my Team Rocket!¡± ¡°Ugh, not this again. Look, I am not joining a criminal syndicate!¡± ¡°Haha, then you owe me. By the way, you won¡¯t have to worry about the bracelets.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± Hehe, Katt is intrigued, now. He looks a little better after getting some food to eat. I have noticed the Warden keeps making passes at him, but from what I can tell, Katt refuses. Definitely straight. I don¡¯t know why I was worried. I know some gay guys. They were the only people to tell me how it is. Sometimes it¡¯s good to hear your faults. Just not all the time. I may have gotten angry at that once¡­ Anyways, ¡°Because I can take care of the bracelets. I only need a few seconds of power to break your bracelet. And when that happens, you go and break other people¡¯s bracelets. How about that?¡± ¡°Oh¡­yeah. But is there a better plan? That doesn¡¯t involve wasting our time?¡± ¡°Naw, this is the best plan. If I help all these people, they might want to join me!¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± =========== POV CHANGE =========== ¡°Mr. President, we have been notified of a security breach.¡± Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.The withered man slowly looks up from his computer screen, where a man with red hair was defeating a strong warrior using only his fists and the strange dark energy. ¡°From where?¡± ¡°We located the breach in the blueprints database. Whoever they are, they were looking for a specific location that belongs to us. We recognize the signature as the same one that Cole Fellman used before he was captured.¡± ¡°Those three brats again. Should have dealt with them before. Oh well. What can three squirts do? How is the first batch coming along, General?¡± ¡°Coming along nicely. We have managed to get them just below Subject 142, A.K.A. Gladiator¡¯s CP.¡± ¡°Oh? So they are all around the 500 mark? Pok¨¦mon can still beat them, if they¡¯re not careful.¡± ¡°Yes, but normal humans will stand no chance. We were planning on having Subject 142 be the mascot of the First Squad, but he failed.¡± ¡°Yes, that was evident by last week¡¯s fiasco. Of course even if he had a type advantage, going against someone who¡¯s twice as strong as you is stupid. How are the other test subjects?¡± ¡°They are cooperating thanks to the words of Subject 213, A.K.A. Shadow, A.K.A. Cole Fellman.¡± ¡°Hoh? So the people place a lot of trust in him, huh? Well, no matter what he has up his sleeves, we should be getting some good reports soon.¡± ¡°Yes sir. The scientists have already stated that their findings have grown by several fold. It is only a matter of time before we can start mass producing soldiers of 1000 CP.¡± ¡°Hehehe, this is going nicely.¡± =========== POV CHANGE =========== Ohhhhhhhh¡­I¡¯m bored¡­it¡¯s almost time for another death match. We get to eat well since we are helping the scientists, and we even managed to get normal satellite shows for good behavior. Everyone is practicing nicely and getting stronger. Even Katt¡¯s hair has taken a frighteningly bright shade of golden blonde. If I didn¡¯t know any better, I would say he was a girl. ¡°I can hear you.¡± ¡°Oops. Well, it¡¯s alright as long as you¡¯re pretty.¡± ¡°Huh?!¡± Wait, why are you freaking out like that? You¡¯re throwing me off. Why are you blushing?! Shit! Why am I in a cell with a trap?! Calm down, he has no chest. He has no chest. ¡°Ouch.¡± ¡°Whoops, sorry again. Wait, why are you upset?¡± ¡°Nothing. Just continue exercising. Leave me alone.¡± Wow, must be those teenage hormones. I thought mine were bad. There wasn¡¯t anyone of worth beside Katt. Everyone else was too preoccupied with their own problems. But I plan to help. I think I have gotten so strong as to break the bracelet in one hit. This should be good for a couple seconds of power before the goons arrive. I just wonder when would be a good time to start. BOOM! Eh? CRASH! Umm¡­I guess now? Crack! Off it goes. Shit, breaking my wrist is painful. But it¡¯s not as bad as last time¡¯s. I gather the power and quickly break Katt¡¯s bracelet before running out of the cell and knocking the distracted guards out. Katt is understanding and quickly runs to other cells. He hasn¡¯t managed to understand the power control, but he has reduced the time it takes to fill up. Only thirty seconds! I wait and gather my strength before moving on to other cells and guards. I had spent several minutes before coming to a stop. I was hearing something that didn¡¯t sound good. Creak¡­ Boom¡­ I could hear far off sounds of battle, but what was that creaking noise? CRASH! Shit! A robot?! . . . A FUCKING ROBOT! It¡¯s one of Team Rocket¡¯s! Eh? Fennis? Rescue Mission We found her! Yes! Trina was our closest friend, even after making it big. Only because one day she rushed to save a child from a negligent truck driver, she was kidnapped! We figured Team Rocket was behind it, thanks to the words of the police. It was hard to believe we were wrong! We made use of the resources the building had and dedicated ourselves to getting what we needed. Guns, Pok¨¦mon, even these massive robots! Fennis was ecstatic, but Clyde was more into the guns. I led the Pok¨¦mon trainers that were good. Clyde led the soldiers while Fennis taught some others how to use the robots. These guys were all small time thugs but once they saw all of the stuff we had, they hopped aboard. Some of them even began impersonating Cole, wearing the Team Rocket outfit with pride! The morons. We went on a massive spree of catching Pok¨¦mon and completing missions. We made a firing range and a testing facility for the guns and robots down on the B2 floor and on the B1 floor I set up several arenas for Pok¨¦mon battles. Taking a note out of Cole¡¯s book, we taught them how to use multiple Pok¨¦mon at a time. All of these guys were actually really enthusiastic about this training. A month passed by quickly and Fennis finally found out the location Trina was held at. Coincidentally, Cole was also there. I guess he will owe us. I just hope Trina is okay. =========== POV CHANGE =========== Huh¡­Nat and Clyde have it easy. Clyde can just shoot bullets while Nat can just let her Pok¨¦mon do everything. But here I am in a metal death box meant for storing electrical energy. Why build such a thing?! This is meant for picking electrocuted berries or something?! Huh¡­anyways, all I have to do is wait for the signal¡­ BOOM! There it is. Nice job, Clyde! ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± ¡°¡±¡±¡±HAH!!!¡±¡±¡±¡± Oh man, I wonder what Lindsey would say if she saw me doing this. She might not serve me anymore, afraid I got too drunk, hahaha¡­ Man, these robots are flimsy. They can¡¯t even stand up to normal bullets! There''s dents here and there! Oh, here we go. This should be the location of the cells. Creak¡­ Hmm? Dang, this building is tough. CRASH! Eh? Cole? =========== POV CHANGE =========== ¡°Mr. President! The 3rd facility is under attack!¡± ¡°Send in the first batch. Treat it as a test. Don¡¯t screw up.¡± ¡°Yes sir!¡± The man sitting at the desk, staring at the little screen where a battle was raging, looked somber as he tried to relax. Unfortunately, his trembling shoulders and gripped knuckles gave him away. ¡°This definitely looks bad, huh, Boss¡­¡± Xerosic just sighed to himself as he began to reminisce of the past. =========== POV CHANGE =========== ¡°Nat! I found them!¡± Oh my god, what?! Already?! ¡°Is that true, Fennis?¡± ¡°Hehehe, did you miss me, beautiful?¡± ¡°Screw off, Cole! Where¡¯s Trina?!¡± ¡°Ur, sorry sir. Ahem, she¡¯s here as well! She¡¯s fine! We are ready to evacuate!¡± ¡°Ohooo no. We are going to blow this joint!¡± Oh Arceus, I can hear those battle junkies clear from here, even without using the pok¨¦pal. ¡°Fine, but start evacuating the others!¡± ¡°Yes ma¡¯am! ¡° Well, at least my men are intelligent and can follow orders. I can see Clyde and his men applying cover fire to help the people and Fennis and his crew are pretty much trying to block the bullets. Fennis keeps complaining about the paper thin metal shielding, but it¡¯s going to be fine. Hm? What are those? ¡°Zztlo?¡± ¡°Hello?¡± ¡°Is this thing, oh. Hey, those guys have super powers. Be careful.¡± ¡°Cole? What do you mean?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sure Fennis told you about the Enernite?¡± ¡°Yes¡­Why?¡± ¡°Because these guys are capable of using it.¡± ¡°Damn. How strong are they?¡± ¡°Oh, about 500 CP. But be careful, they are essentially super intelligent and dangerous Pok¨¦mon. Don¡¯t treat them as people.¡± ¡°Alright, thanks.¡± I quickly turn the pok¨¦pal off before Cole could start harassing me again. What a moron. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Alright, men! We are close to completing our mission! Don¡¯t lose focus!¡± ¡°Ma¡¯am! These guys are strong!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t let up!¡± ¡°Aargh!¡± ¡°Shit!¡± ¡°No!¡± All of a sudden, maybe 20 men come running through the area, glowing different colors. They quickly dash through the men and Pok¨¦mon alike, leaving a trail of blood behind. Then, they are in front of me. ¡°Hehe, hey, think we can save her? She¡¯s not bad!¡± ¡°Calm down, if you are willing to look after her from now on, be my guest!¡± ¡°Haa, I will only take a minute, let¡¯s get this over with, eh darling?¡± No¡­NO! Stay away! Arbok! ¡°Bitch! You think this measly thing can stop me?¡± He merely waves his hand and Arbok is sliced in half¡­no¡­ ¡°Shit, where did they come from?! Get back!¡± They quickly rush back, as the guy who was trying to grab me jumped towards me. In the next second, his body was flattened into paste as a massive foot stepped on him. ¡°Fennis! Clyde!¡± ¡°Get her and go, Clyde! I will stop them!¡± ¡°Wait no! You can¡¯t! They¡¯re too strong!¡± ¡°Come on, Nat. Let¡¯s go. He has this.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t look at me like that! You know good and well what he intends to do! I...I don¡¯t want to lose another friend! Not again! No, let go of me! Weren¡¯t we all friends?! Say something! Even when Trina joined our little trio a couple years ago we came here for her! Don¡¯t leave him behind! Save him!...*sniff* save...him¡­¡± =========== POV CHANGE =========== God damn, Nat cries so badly. Heh, I guess I should have asked Lindsey out on a date¡­I am quickly surrounded by several men as some more rush off towards Clyde and Nat. I can¡¯t do anything about that, but judging from the feeling Trina gave off, she could easily protect them. But these guys, they piss me off! Hah! Shit! Another one down, and another one! Come on¡­one more! I¡¯m running out of power! Shit, 3 guys are left. Definitely better than the 8 that were still here after they split up. ¡°Come on, time to pull you out of there!¡± Huh?! Another one?! Was he hiding this entire time?! Shit, the hatch! ¡°Got you now, boyo! Heave, ho!¡± ¡°AAaah!¡± Thud! ¡°Shit, man. We are going to have to get a little Pay Back for our lost friends. Come on, pay up!¡± =========== POV CHANGE =========== The leader of this little group was kicking the wiry fellow over and over again, damaging the poor man¡¯s insides and making him fear for his life. The bug type user gave one final kick, sending Fennis flying several feet before rolling to a stop. But he didn¡¯t stay down. Fennis didn¡¯t know what was happening, but he felt something snap inside of him. Maybe a broken bone pierced an artery? He didn¡¯t care. Whatever it was gave him the strength to fight on. But, he didn¡¯t wish to fight. He wanted to run. Far away from here. He felt like even running all the way back to Johto, if he wanted to. He took one look at the 4 men walking towards him while laughing and sprinted. He may have been an antisocial computer lover, but Clyde managed to convince him into a sport. Which sport? Running. His long legs definitely helped. Fennis was actually one of the best runners on their high school team. But that was back when he was exercising properly and maintaining a healthy diet. But that point then was nothing compared to his speed now! He became a blur as he raced away, closely followed by the 4 dumbfounded soldiers. Fennis could see little sparks bouncing off his body and instinctively knew he was using Volt Tackle! He also felt he could use Charge, Thunder, and even Zap Cannon! He knew that these moves were exceptionally strong! But they were meant more for long range with Volt Tackle being a good way to run away. But he was running out of energy! How was he supposed to keep this up? He remembered how Cole described his Dark Energy. Unfortunately, this felt quite different! He spotted the robot and remembered its previous purpose! He had originally got it so it could run for longer than normal periods of time, but now it was going to save his life! He quickly rushed to the robot and used Charge, powering up for his next attack. The men were astonished, but soon followed chase. But before they could go anywhere, a massive CRACK resounded throughout the air, making the very ground rumble! There was a brilliant flash and a powerful lightning bolt fell from the sky, obliterating all who was in the blast radius! Fennis, too got caught up in the strike, and as he began to lose consciousness, he shed his tears and grew a massive smile as he reminisced of the past. Funeral It was a dreary cloudy day. Several dozens of men and women were all dressed in black to mourn for those they lost. Everyone was back in Mastid City, but not all of them came back in one piece. The grunts finally realized that they were part of something dangerous. Many quit but kept quiet. No, they would end up mysteriously disappearing over the next few weeks until the disturbances died down. Luckily the stairwell leading to the B1 floor was removed so the Rangers had no way to legally enter the area. Apparently, Nat had hidden the keycard along with Cole¡¯s pok¨¦pal. Eventually, only the 50 something men and women who belonged to Team Rocket remained. The rain began to fall and everyone was tired. ¡°Achoo! I think I¡¯m going to get a cold¡­Alright, men! Look what happened! You fought the government!¡± ¡°Cole, this isn¡¯t an appropriate¡± ¡°Hush, Nat. Let me finish. People died! Pok¨¦mon died! You might die!¡± The grunts started to get restless as they were uncomfortable with this strange pep talk. ¡°But yet here you stand!¡± He paced in front of everyone, dividing the living from the dead, drawing a line between them and their fallen comrades. ¡°This isn¡¯t some little game!¡± Some people began to cry, feeling the overwhelming loss finally hit them deep. War was something that hadn¡¯t been seen for the past five decades, after all. There was no reason to kill each other. People were trembling from the pain, suffering, and the ever falling rain. ¡°You should have resolve if you want to join. Do you?!¡± The sound of the rain was the sea and sound of those crying were like the islands. But hidden within was a deep, awkward silence that cut through everyone¡¯s heart. It was like an abyss. ¡°DO YOU?!¡± One man said with tears in his voice, ¡°No! This is sickening! This wasn¡¯t what I signed up for!¡± ¡°Then what DID you sign up for? Because of the benefits?! Only with great risk can you receive great rewards! Look at this! We saved some powerful people. We would not have them without these sacrifices!¡± ¡°For these strangers?!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± The man broke down and collapsed to his knees, dirtying his legs and ruining his outfit. He looked devoid of feeling as he had to bury his best friend only to be mistreated this way. ¡°My question is, if you don¡¯t have the resolve, why are you still here?¡± Many of the people looked lost and afraid, realization dawning on their faces. They would have to participate in activities deemed illegal by the government. After a difficult scolding, several more people left dazed and confused. Of course, these people would also vanish in the future, their whereabouts unknown. Only 24 people remained and most of them belonged to the prisoners from the facility. With nowhere to return to, their family believing them dead, they had no one else to turn to who wouldn¡¯t do what the government did. Natalie, Clyde, and someone Cole assumed was Trina stood a little further away. Cole hadn¡¯t seen Kat anywhere, but that was fine. He understood. He just wished him luck on his adventure. Nat was still grieving over Fennis, but they stayed. Apparently, Trina convinced them that they needed to help stop the government. With this, Cole had some definitive allies. Every other escaped prisoner looked at Cole as if he was a hero. Since he too had the power, he could understand where they were coming from. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. But, he had a different way of thinking. His personality was selfish and stubborn, never allowing someone else the pleasure of humiliating him. Well, not like the government did, anyway. He still joked about his circular figure, which was getting slimmer. He exuded the Dark Energy and everyone else that remained was forced to stand at a rigid straight pose. He lightened the force and pulled out several small red badges in the shape of an R and passed them out to everyone. He made a big show of pinning them to everyone¡¯s shirt and somberly nodded before walking away. Everyone else took this as a cue to head back to the station. In the north, it wasn¡¯t so wet. In fact, the sun was shining perfectly. But the mood was still depressing. The first batch was completely destroyed and all of the test subjects were released. Yet they couldn¡¯t act! That was because Xerosic received a letter with only one symbol on it. ¡°Team Rocket¡­how far do they go? How much have they controlled? At this rate, the Balktic Region is doomed!¡± ¡°Mr. President, your orders?¡± ¡°General Surge, I would suggest you head back to Kanto. Send some word back to the Kanto Branch. We may not have a lot of pull there, but you might be able to.¡± ¡°Sir, I used to help Team Rocket, you know¡­¡± ¡°I know. But I read the report. You did it to stop Mewtwo. Koga retired and Blaine passed away. Do you know what happened to Sabrina?¡± ¡°She had an accident trying to exorcise a ghost.¡± ¡°Shame. Thankfully, Koga¡¯s students and daughter still help. But you should be able to make do. They still hold their Pok¨¦mon in high esteem. Make sure they¡¯re prepared for combat.¡± ¡°Yes sir!¡± Xerosic was left to his thoughts. Somewhere in Mastid city was a warehouse. This actually belonged to a mysterious group that no one ever heard of. Inside was all manner of odds and ends. Huge machines that looked like they were meant for quarantine, or the strange tables that had many wires and gadgets. In one such quarantine room, there laid a man covered in bandages and watching television. He was glowing as the room seemed to doing something to the man. If anybody knew he was charred black and almost dead two days ago, they wouldn¡¯t believe it! ¡°Hehehe, how are you doing, Fennis Marshal?¡± ¡°You know, you¡¯re a dick, Cole.¡± ¡°Hahaha! I know. I bet they¡¯ll love this surprise.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I meant by ¡®you¡¯re a dick¡¯.¡± Evil chuckling filled the warehouse and faded into the night.
That''s it! The Prologue is over! Now we can send Cole on his merry hunting way and focus on the side characters as they pretty much impersonate NCIS, Criminal Minds, and Law and Order. That''s where the slice of life comes in. Wait, is it more like Supernatural? Whatever. The chapters will become massive at hopefully 6,000 words each, but I will have trouble focusing on them. I have trouble focusing on these as it is. I want to start posting the next volume of Soul Stealer, but family came over and distracted me further. I will try my best to have some more chapters coming in soon. But the schedule for Team Rocket Grunt will change. once a week and posted on Mondays. (Or Tuesday, depending on where you''re at) Thanks again for supporting me, and if you can, leave some ideas in the comment section or rate me on the main page. Now that this part is over, the way the story will be told will follow a third person POV with more details and hopefully more character building. It is because of this that anything you guys tell me about changing how I write might be ignored. Because Everything will be changed... Have fun playing Pok¨¦mon! Oh and I''m getting Sun when it comes out! That might get added in somewhere. *EDIT* left a sneak peak for what''s to come! What do you guys think? Sorry, Not A Chapter... Hello, guys! I am taking a sort of hiatus from the story, but I do plan to come back eventually. It may sound like excuses to you readers, but one, I stopped playing Pokemon GO, and two I am starting up another semester of school. I might play again since I have to take the bus to get there. All in due time, although I have figured out I am not yet talented to do the Pokemon Entity Force story. The next section will follow Cole''s adventure through the Kanto Region. I will change the Synopsis accordingly soon. And now, Re: Frog! This story is pending, but when it gets posted, I will add the link to it in my signature below. Make sure to check out my other stories if you haven''t already! =====Synopsis===== A man who is worn out from the struggles he faces every day, takes his life in an act of suicide. Yet, either by a joke fabricated by fate or by the heaven¡¯s will itself, he finds himself waking up in front of a frog..... "Huh? Am I¡­Heh¡­haha¡­HaHa¡­HAHA!!! I''M ALIVE! EH?! What the?! A god damn huge ass frog?! What the hell is this?!" Watch as our protagonist struggles yet again in this new mystical world and finds the destiny that awaits him in this action packed adventure. And just maybe, he can realize that he was never worthless to begin with¡­ Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.================================= Hello, again! If you haven¡¯t read my other works, that is perfectly fine! I come up with a brand new idea practically once a month. I make short chapters, but I am usually working on multiple novels at once. Stupid me. Anyways, I try for daily releases, but there are always problems that are unforeseen. All I ask is that if you like my work, hate my work, or just want to see me do better, leave a review or comment. I appreciate any feedback because it all matters. Be on guard, however, because I don¡¯t take kindly to useless words. If you have a legitimate reason to leave a negative review, do so! If you aren¡¯t going to point out my faults or leave a suggestion, then just leave. Don¡¯t like it? Fine. But tell me why. And if you want to, do the same for my other works! And don¡¯t worry, when I post another chapter for this specific story, I will put it under a new chapter so you guys following can get the notification.