Assassin (PG-13)

[~Phanpy~]

ATTENTION ALL REVIEWERS

Here is a new fic i am writing, (in between death and glory). Personally i believe it is a bit better. This is the prologue, and I KNOW not much is known about the main character, but all will be revealed in due time...

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A S S A S S I N​

Prologue​

“There was nothing we could do, her heart ruptured and we couldn’t fix the bleed.”

Those words forced me to the ground. I couldn’t control it, my knees just buckled, and my shoulders drooped. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, and I could see them falling softly to the ground, slowly spreading out, creating a small pool of water.

“But… How? You said that she had a ‘fighting chance.’ You said she would be okay. You said she would live. You lied to me!” I said, my voice rising in intensity and anger.

“No, we just didn’t understand the full impact the injuries would have on her body.”

I stood up slowly, and turned to face the doctor. Tears still flooded from my eyes. He was lying to me. I could sense it.

“You didn’t understand? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I yelled. Now most of the people in the room were staring at me. All eyes focused on me.

“Yes. We didn’t understand. Look, I know you’re upset. It’s natural to feel upset when you lose a friend.”

“A friend? Who’s saying she was a friend? She was family!” I yelled now. The doctor was beginning to become anxious. He was sweating, and I thought I could see a twitch. He was nervous. Good.

“How about I get a therapist down to see you?” the doctor asked, adjusting the watch on his wrist, and pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t want a therapist, I want my Ninetales!” I cried. All eyes were focused on me. They were all waiting for the doctor’s next excuse.

“I want to see the Head Surgeon” I said.

“What? Why?” the doctor asked.

“Is that any of your business?” I replied. He was wasting time. My time.

“No, I suppose not. Alright then, I’ll take you to see Doctor Halloway.”

And with that, the doctor and I left the room. I could feel the other people watching us as we left, and had a sneaking suspicion that they all looked out the door, just to make sure we were well and truly gone.

The hallway was mostly deserted, only a few patients walked the corridors, most having expensive equipment attached to them. Nurses were walking around as well, dressed in blue jackets and white gloves. All their hair was tied up exactly the same, and placed under a plastic blue cap. They all smiled at me as we walked past. Did they think I was a patient? We continued walking until we finally reached the elevator.


Looking back as the doctor pressed the button for us to go up, I realised that the walls were painted white. The floor was tiled white. Everything was white, except for a couple of paintings that hung on the walls, probably to add a little colour. I heard a soft ‘ding’ and the elevator doors slid open, revealing a very small room inside. The walls were also painted white, but the floors were made of metal. I heard the doors close, and the doctor pressed a button. On the LCD screen above, a small number ‘10’ appeared, and I felt the elevator rise.

“He’s on the tenth floor?” I asked.

“Yes. Doctor Halloway doesn’t like the top floor. He’s afraid of heights.”

“Oh really?” I replied. I glanced at the LCD screen above our heads, and saw that we were fast approaching the tenth floor. I casually slipped my hand into my pocket, and with that I drew a small red and white ball from my pocket. Pressing the button, it enlarged and a small white light exploded from the ball.

I turned to see if the doctor was watching, but instead he was staring at the screen.

“Only two floors to go” he said without turning.

“Really? Well Halloway better be there” I replied. By now the light had faded, and in its place was a small, pink Pokémon that was shaped like a ball. It had large eyes, and small pink ears.

“Good” I whispered. I had chosen the right ball. “Jigglypuff” I said to the creature, “Send the doctor to sleep.”

And with that I covered my ears. I could see its mouth opening, and I knew it was singing. The doctor accompanying me turned in shock. He tried to yell, but instead his eyes closed, and he slumped to the ground.

“Just as quick as sleep bombs” I said.

“Jiggly. Puff, puff!” Jigglypuff replied.

“Yes, but three times better” I agreed. The doors opened, and I quickly returned Jigglypuff to its ball. The hallway was still painted white, but it was much more alive on this floor. Doctors were pacing the floors, and I could see nurses resting in a small room. It looked like a cafeteria.

I walked onwards, noticing that the floor had been covered in carpet. It was a dark blue colour, and it seemed to compliment the white on the walls. Approaching a pacing doctor I asked, “Excuse me. Could you point me in the direction of Doctor Halloway?”

The doctor pointed to a white door at the end of the room. “Thanks” I said, and I left him to continue pacing. The door was getting closer, and I could see a head through a glass window. The man was bald, wearing glasses and seemed to be writing something. Knocking on the door, I entered.



Halloway looked up from his papers. He was young, probably thirty, thirty-five. He had bright green eyes.

“Hello there. How may I help you?” he asked, gesturing me to sit. I closed the door, and looked at the seat. The seat he was pointing to looked quite old and rickety, and I chose to sit on a red leather couch instead.

“Thank you” I replied, smiling.

“Now, how may I help you Miss…”

“Call me Jade. I’m Jade Macabre”

“Well, Miss Macabre… I mean Jade, how can I help you?” He put his pen down, and looked at me. He actually looked genuinely interested.

“Well, I have been sent here by someone, I think you know of him”

“Really? Well tell me who. You are very intriguing, Miss Macabre”

“Well, his name is Jason. Jason Carter”

“Jason?” Halloway went pale, “yes, I know Jason. His two children died a few years ago. Terrible accident, they died in a car crash”

“That’s not what I heard. I heard you had them killed.” I grinned. Halloway was scared. Scared of me.

Halloway went even paler. “What? W-who told you this? It’s utter crap” he stuttered. He was scared now.

“Yes. I heard that you had them killed, they were a liability. Yes, I know your secret, José. You aren’t really Christian Holloway. You are José Anguillo. You’re a mob boss in Orre.”

“What are you going to do?” he asked. I could see his left arm reaching underneath the desk.

“Nothing that you haven’t done before.”

He pulled his left arm away from the desk, revealing a gun. Too bad I was too quick for him. In the few seconds it took him to realize what had actually happened to him, José Anguillo was on the floor, lying in his own blood. I walked over to him.

“That is for Jason” I said, kicking him in the stomach. He grimaced in pain, and a small amount of blood came from his mouth. I kicked him two more times.

“That is for Alexis and Harvey” I spat. More blood spilled from his mouth. I turned to walk away, but remembered I had forgotten something. Leaning over, whispering in his ear, I said

“By the way, my friend didn’t die. Heck, he wasn’t even real. That’s right José. He was a hologram. A hologram.” And I turned and walked away. I could still hear him gasping for air when I left the room. I didn’t care. After all, it was my job. I was hired to hunt people down, kill them. I did it for money.

That is why I became an Assassin.​

 

[~Phanpy~]

Ah well, here is chapter 1. still no replies, so whatever.. Pokemon will be introduced and used a bit more in the coming chapters, and also a little bit of history behind the "Assassin"

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~Chapter One: The Manor of Jason Carter~

I left José Anguillo’s office as if nothing had happened. As it turned out, upon entering the tenth floor hallway once again, nothing had changed there either. I saw that none of the doctors (or nurses for that matter) had actually heard what happened within the walls of José Anguillo’s office. Nothing had changed. Nurses still remained seated in the cafeteria, probably gossiping about their patients or their lives outside of work (even though they would not have much of a life, having to work fourteen hour shifts). The doctor who showed me where the office was still pacing the room, probably trying to figure out the mystery illness that was slowly killing his patients. Everything was normal.

Most of the doors were now closed however, and only two were open. The one that led into the cafeteria remained open, and the elevator doors were open as well. As I approached, the elevator began to slowly shut, the heavy metal doors locking together before I could reach them. There was no way I was leaving in an elevator that was for sure. I turned to see if there were any stairs that I could take back down to the entrance, but instead something else caught my eye.

A nurse, dressed in the same blue gown was opening the door to Anguillo’s office. As soon as the door had been opened fully, she dropped whatever it was she was holding and began to scream.

At first, only a few heads turned, but that all changed when she collapsed to the floor crying “he’s dead! Doctor Halloway is dead!” It was then that the doctors and nurses that actually remembered their profession rushed into the room, only to see the cold body of the doctor they thought a wonderful man, lying on the floor.

“Get me a defibrillator now!” one of the doctors examining the body yelled out. From the cafeteria came one of the nurses, pushing a large white and silver machine into the office.

“What happened to him?” I heard her ask as the doctor applied gel to the chest of Anguillo.

“He’s been shot in the temple, looks like a pretty close range” the doctor explained, followed by a “CLEAR.” I saw the body leap into the air, as if it were alive again.

“Stats are still flat” a nurse said.

“Any pulse?” the doctor asked.

“Nothing.”

“Try again, three hundred joules”

“Charging.”

“CLEAR!” and the body was thrown into the air again.

“Still nothing, doctor”

“Damn it! Who the hell would have done this to Halloway?” he asked, throwing the cables to the ground.

“I think I know who” a voice piped up. I could see who it was. The doctor who pointed me in the direction of his office. He turned slowly and said “she did it.”

I ran.

The elevator was still shut, so I pushed the button. Nothing. I pushed it again. “Come on! Hurry up, stupid elevator” I muttered. This couldn’t happen. The doctors and nurses were approaching me, there was only one thing I could do.

The gun came from my jacket faster than it had ever before. The doctors and nurses froze, fear immediately going into their mind.

“No one says anything” I said, “One word, and you’re all dead.” I pointed the gun at the doctor who had spoken about me. “Especially you” I said through gritted teeth.

“Now, I want all hands in the air.” All hands rose. “Now, on the ground” it was as if I were their commanding officer in the army, as every single one of them dropped to the ground simultaneously. “Good.” I said, and I put the gun at my side. My remaining hand was in my pocket, searching for something that would help me escape and survive. After a moment of fidgeting, I found it. It was another ball, but contained a different creature. I enlarged it, and pressed the button in the middle once again. This time, a larger creature appeared.

It took the shape of a bird, covered in pale brown feathers. It wings spread out and took up quite a lot of space. It had a long, sharp beak and razor-sharp talons. The bird was my friend, Fearow.

“Feeeeaaarooowww!” it cried, stretching its wings.

I reached into my pocket, and pulled out another device. This time it wasn’t a ball. It was more of a semi-circle, and had two black buttons on each end. I pressed the left one, and a small green light began flashing. Casually walking up to the closest window, I placed it on the ledge. The device stuck instantly, and a few seconds later, the window was gone. In its place was a large hole. It was a clean cut, and was big enough for Fearow and myself to escape from the hospital. I climbed onto the back of my Pokémon, and it walked to the ledge.

Before the doctors could grab us, we had dropped out of the window. Falling for a few seconds, before rising again, and flying into the distance. It was exhilarating, being sat on the back of a large creature and flying through the midday sky. No words can describe it better. Just exhilarating.

***​

We had been flying for at least an hour. The city was now on the horizon, just a tiny spec in the distance. Of course I knew that the police would now be hunting me down. It was too bad for them that there was no Jade Macabre in the whole city, or even the world. We had run a name check to make sure no innocent person called Jade Macabre would be charged with murder. Technology is so useful these days.

The city smoke had since long gone, and now we were faced with pure, fresh air. The countryside had always been my favourite. There was nothing here that was harmful, only the sun and the uncommon tractor accidents. Other than that, it was completely safe and also completely quiet. The only noise I could hear whilst flying in the air was the constant chatter of bird Pokémon, and the cries of creatures in the woodland, like Vulpix and the buzz of Nincada.

“Turn left here, Fearow” I quietly said. We had reached Marill Glade, which was a signal for us to turn left in order to reach our destination. Marill Glade was well known around the world, purely because it was home to the largest population of Azurill, Marill and Azumarill in the world. It was also a very elegant national park, home to some of the world’s rarest Pokémon, like Heracross, Wobuffet and Aipom. The trees were evergreen, and it provided lasting shelter all year long. It was known that there was a beautiful lagoon hidden deep within the glade, and that there were even rarer creatures there, some thought to be extinct.

Fearow swerved left, but managed to keep me balanced. It had had a lot of practice, as it had flown me out of all sorts of sticky situations. We continued flying for a while, until we approached a large mansion. It had been there for many years, and only until just recently had I known who occupied it.

“Alright, down we go Fearow” I said, and Fearow fell into a swoop, before landing graciously on the luscious green grass below. As I stepped off of Fearow’s back, I could feel the grass squelch beneath my feet. It had recently been watered.

“Return” I said, and Fearow disappeared instantly into its ball. We had landed on the front lawn of the mansion, which was bordered by a series of rare roses, brought all the way from Orre. They were beautiful. All were red, and all had a sweet smelling scent that seemed to waft all through the front garden. Beedrill and Butterfree often collected pollen from them before returning to the forest, but there were none that I could see.

As I walked, the grass continuously squelched underneath me. On the rare occasion I managed to step into a small cavity in the grass, which filled my shoe with quite a lot of water, my sock absorbing it instantly. By the time I had reached the front door, my feet were well and truly wet.

The door opened before I could knock, and standing in the entrance was a short man, smiling graciously at me. He looked old, about sixty or seventy, but I got the feeling that he felt quite a lot younger. There was only a small patch of hair remaining atop his head, and it appeared that most of it had grown on his face. The man had a long moustache which blended with his beard, and it was quite long. Nicely trimmed, but very long.

“Welcome to Master Carter’s humble home. You must be-”

“Kara Belview. Pleased to meet you, Mister…”

“Oh I am Standley Hargosa. You can call me Stan” he smiled.

“Alright, thank you very much Stan,” and I returned the smile. “May I enter this lovely household?” I asked.

“Pardon?” Stan asked, then came “Oh! Yes, yes, do come in. I do apologize for not doing so earlier.” He had rushed it, so it sounded like “ohyesyesdocuminidoapologizefornotdoingsoearlier.” I just smiled, and entered the mansion.

“Please take your shoes off. Master Carter hates his floors getting wet. ‘Rots them’ he says” Stan said, and I untied the laces on my shoes, before pulling the shoes off of my feet. I placed them next to the door. Next I took my socks off, and placed them inside my shoes. I stood up again in order to get a view of the room I had just entered.

It was magnificent. The floors were made of a dark timber, probably chestnut. It was beautifully polished, probably done by Stan on a weekly basis. The walls were painted a deep red, which gave the feeling that we were welcomed. Portraits of men and women lined the walls, I glanced at each one.

“Members of the family. They were all the heirs before they passed away” Stanley explained. At the end of the room were two staircases. They looked as if they were made out of expensive marble, and seemed to join together before suddenly stopping in front of a door. It was there that they extended out, to form a balcony that stretched from one end of the room to the other. The railings were made of the same marble, beautifully crafted. Atop each post sat a lion’s head. It had been carved onto the railing.

“Beautiful architecture” I admired, “simply stunning!”

“Yes, and quite expensive as well, if I might add” Stan chuckled, “the marble was imported from Johto, and apparently is quite a rare type. Took a few years to carve it into the staircase, but it was well worth it, don’t you think?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t mind a marble staircase” I replied, in awe. I looked at the roof. It was painted a bleached white, and a large, golden chandelier hung from the center. It extended quite a bit, and it would hold at least one thousand light globes for it to work properly.

“Expensive?” I asked.

“Very” Stan replied, “Shall we?”

He beckoned me to climb the stairs, and I agreed. As we walked, I felt the surface of the stairs. It was extremely smooth, as if it had been sanded to perfection. We had reached the balcony, and Stan opened the door.

“Master Carter is waiting for you” he said, and I entered the room. There was a large oak desk, covered in papers, and a small laptop laid closed on top of them. Behind it sat a man on a black leather chair.

The room was beautiful as well, painted a pale blue, and tiled with the same white marble that the staircase was painted. A large bookshelf was attached to the left wall, and it took up much of it. In the little space left was a two-person leather couch, made of black leather as well.

“Welcome, Miss Belview” he said. His voice was deep, masculine. I almost felt as if I had met him before.

“Master Carter” I said, entering the room. His face was hidden, due to the fact that the blinds were closed, and the only light in the room shone on his mouth.

“I hear you completed the mission” he said once again. His voice was flat, almost monotonal.

“Yes. José is dead” I replied, my voice flat. I wanted him to get to the point.

“Good, good. Your money has been transferred to your outside account.”

“All ten thousand?” I asked.

“All ten thousand. I also put an extra five thousand in there, as it was such a quick delivery.” He moved his face into the light, allowing me a look at what he looked like. What I saw wasn’t what I expected. He was young, probably only in his early twenties.

“You’re quite young” I remarked. He smiled, “yes, most people who I hire think I am at least fifty.”

“I thought that” I admitted. He smiled again. His eyes were a bright blue, almost indigo, and they seemed to shine with evil. He had short, black hair that had been gelled forward, creating a spiky area at the front of his head. A small amount of stubble occupied his face, but he had no beard, nor moustache.

“You too are younger than I would expect” he commented, trying to make conversation.

“I’m old enough” I replied, I didn’t really want to talk.

“You look only eighteen, why so young?”

“That is none of your business, Master Carter”

“Please, call me Jason.” He smiled again. “You are quite pretty” he said, rising from his chair. He approached me, and began to play with my hair.

“You have beautiful hair, so soft, so curly. It’s an odd colour, though”

“I have no problem with it, I actually like my hair with green streaks.”

This time he laughed. “Yes, well I do suppose it is your hair, so you may do what you wish with it. Your eyes, they are beautiful as well.”

“They are green. Green is nothing special” I snapped back. He was annoying me now.

“Don’t get so angry, Kara. There is nothing wrong with your eyes. I’ve been looking for a nice girl to come and live with me…”

“No thank you Jason” I replied, “at the moment I have no need for a man in my life.”

“Okay, okay. Just remember, I am available, if you ever need to talk.” He was mocking me now.

“I think I better get going now, Jason” I said, and left the room. Before I had walked down the stairs, I returned, and asked “by the way, did José Anguillo actually do anything to your kids?”

“That, Miss Belview, is none of your business.” He gave me another smile, and returned to work. As I left the Manor of Jason Carter, those last words he said went through my head.

“That, Miss Belview, is none of your business”

“That, Miss Belview, is none of your business”

Could it be that I killed José for no apparent reason? Before I returned to find out the answer, I had talked myself into leaving the mansion. Somehow I knew that I would never return, nor see Master Jason Carter ever again.

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So, what'dyou think? comments, criticism etc.

~Phanpy~ ;231;

 

[qwerqwer]

Pretty good really. You might wanna go through for typos and stuff. That girl seems crazy.

 

[whiteabsol]

Very nice. You have descibed the mansion scene wonderfully, but you failed to describe the asassin but this is not too bad .

Nurses still remained seated in the cafeteria, probably gossiping about their patients or their lives outside of work

You'd want to change are to or right here.

 

[~Phanpy~]

qwerqwer- thanks, yes, she is a *tad* bit crazy, but not too much

whiteabsol- thanks, the mansion scene took me a while to write, and i know not much is known about the assassin, but it is all coming up, appearance, personality etc.

~Phanpy~ ;231;

 

[~Phanpy~]

Sorry about not posting for a while, my computer has been crashed for ages, and when it got back up the net wouldn't work. Anyway, here is chapter 2, so please read, review etc.

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~Chapter Two: Sidekick on the Horizon~

Soon after the conversation between myself and Jason Carter, I found myself standing in the bedroom of my apartment. My apartment was situated in a small town known as Magdevale. Magdevale was well known for its timber exportation, and also well known for having one of the craziest and eccentric mayors in all the land.

Mayor Franklin Bennett or ‘Frankie B.’ as he was called had changed the laws on many occasions to suit his own needs. For instance, there was one time that he decided that the prices for the donuts in the bakery were too high, so he created a law that no donut sold in the town could be more than three dollars, whether it was hand made, or done by machine. He also didn’t care whether it was imported from Orre, Johto or Kanto. It just wasn’t allowed to be more than three dollars. He once had called a town meeting to discuss a “matter of social significance” as he put it. This “matter of social significance” was the fact that there had been no yearly Tidy Garden competition in years, and he believed that it was time to hold another competition. That was three years ago. Now around four or five reluctant families spend a lot of money on flowers and seedlings to beautify their garden, in order to make Frankie B. happy. At least they got a three hundred dollar cash prize if they won.

***​

I had found myself standing in my apartment, situated at the end of Main Street. It wasn’t nearly as beautiful as the mansion I had just visited. Instead of polished floor boards, most of the floor was laid with grubby carpet. It used to be a pale yellow, but somehow over the last few years had been stained with all sorts of liquids. It looked more like a rainbow now, and it smelled a bit funny as well. That is why I sprayed the whole house with air-freshener twice a day. I always buy the vanilla-scented one, as vanilla has been a favourite of mine ever since I was a young girl.

The bed in which I slept was probably not as big, nor as beautiful as the one Carter would sleep in at night. It was a double bed, and I did have a nice quilt set (it was maroon with a few patches of pink stripes). The only thing wrong with it is that I had had it since I was a young teenager, about thirteen or fourteen. Back then my hair was just plain brown, without the green streaks.

I was standing in front of the bedroom mirror in the clothes I had been wearing throughout the day. I was average in my mind, the long, curly brown hair with the two green streaks in the fringe, the average green eyes. Looking at them, my eyes reminded me a bit of algae, or even mould. I was well built, I could give myself that. If you were in the position I was, you would have to be well built to accomplish the ‘jobs’ your ‘clients’ gave to you, so I worked out three days a week on the home gym. Usually I would only lift weights, but then on the rare occasion I would also run on the treadmill, do pushups, all that exercise stuff. Once in a while I could be caught skipping, which was extremely rare, especially for me.

At least I had no pimples. I know that is good news, especially for a girl. I am one of the lucky ones who wake up in the morning without having to apply any makeup to my face, other than mascara, eye shadow and possibly lipstick. In that sense, I am extremely lucky.

I sighed. “Why can’t I be normal just like everyone else?” I asked my reflection. She didn’t answer. I don’t really have anyone else to talk to, I’m not one of those people who make friends easily. Most of the times the friends I make are actually my targets, and it always ends in blood and tears. No tears from me, I just cause the blood.

I left the mirror by itself. I couldn’t stand to look at myself any more. It was depressing, having to look at yourself, and even more depressing when you talked to your own reflection. I changed from my clothes, as they contained evidence, and would surely put me in jail if I were ever caught. That would never happen, of course, as I was too good. I’m not exaggerating, but there aren’t many assassins who leave no trace. I know all the ways the police collect their evidence, I know how to work. It’s in my blood; both my parents were in the police force, until they were murdered.

I can remember that night well, it always replays in my head while I sleep, often causing me to wake up in the early morning. It’s always the same old dream…

I wake up in my bedroom in our house in the city. I can never, ever remember the name of the city; I have forced myself to forget it. It’s seven-thirty, I am watching my favourite show on TV, Pokéforces, and my parents are in their bedroom, packing their clothes. We are about to move. I watch TV for a long time, probably until about ten-thirty, when I go upstairs to see mum and dad, and say goodnight. I am walking up the stairs when I can see a liquid slowly dripping down the stairs. It’s dark, so I don’t know what colour it is…yet. I turn on the light at the top of the stairs, and see that it is red. I am standing in it, my feet turned red. I follow the trail into a room. It belongs to my parents. They are lying, dead on the bed, a bullet to each of their heads.

Blood is still running from their temples, their eyes pale and glazed over. All I can do is scream, and I scream until a neighbor comes to investigate, and the police are called. That is when I wake up. At that exact time when the police arrive. After that, I don’t remember a thing.

I threw my clothes on the ground, and changed into my favourite t-shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. My t-shirt was plain white, and read “You want this? I don’t think so, its for someone more MATURE than you!” It always makes me laugh.

I looked down at my clothes I had worn to the hospital. I would burn them later, in the woods. There would be no evidence. My gun couldn’t be traced, and the DNA wouldn’t match me. It would belong to a dead person. That’s another wonder of technology these days. You can be anyone you want, and not have to worry about being caught and charged for identity theft. I glanced at the clock on my bedroom wall. It was above my bed, and was quite plain, just the numbers encased in a silver, metal rim with a small sheet of glass over the top. It was almost four-thirty, and my favourite game show, What Do You Think? was about to start.

What Do You Think? was hosted by local celebrity George Grayson, and consisted of three contestants battling it out over the price of many items. Whoever gets the closest goes on to the next round, while the other two fight in a jelly wrestling pit to see who goes onto the next round against the winner. It really is quite funny, as you often see middle aged men and women tackling and throwing jelly at each other, just to continue on and perhaps win a new entertainment system, or robot to do their housework. I tried to watch it every day, but on the rare occasion that I missed it, I had taped it just incase. I was just about to sit down on my old brown couch when someone rung the doorbell. An annoying “You have someone here, Meowth! Answer the door, Meowth! Thank you” sounded, and as I opened it a soft “purrrrr” emitted from the speaker. On my front porch stood a young man, probably as old as Jason Carter.

“Sorry, I’m not interested” I said, assuming he was one of those annoying traveling salespersons, who would try to sell you a “hot water heater” for only “three hundred dollars.” Who in their right mind needs a HOT water heater?

“Wait, wait, wait!” the man said, pushing the door open, “I’m no salesperson” he laughed.

“So, what are you then?” I asked, leaving the door ajar so I could hear his answer.

“A possible sidekick” the man replied.

“What!” I cried, and began to laugh. I released the door, and the man let himself in.

“Yes. A possible sidekick” he said again. It suddenly dawned on me that this man was serious. I looked up at him. He was tall, had shoulder-length black hair and had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. He was dressed in a blue collared shirt with the numbers seventy-six imprinted on the chest pocket, and wore daggy blue jeans, as well as brown leather sandals. He was carrying a brown bag.

“I’m Cameron Smith” he smiled, holding out his hand.

“Kara Belview” I replied, shaking it, “you say you want to be a sidekick? A sidekick to what?” I was playing dumb.

“I know you’re an assassin. I know all about you, and I know you killed José Anguillo. I have something to offer.”

“And that would be?” I asked.

“What if I told you I could obtain any Pokémon on the planet. I mean any” Cameron said.

“I would think you are lying” I replied.

“But I can” Cameron replied, and from his bag he withdrew a small laptop. It was silver, and had bright green stripes running down either side of it.

“You see, I have created brand new technology. I have been able to obtain the DNA of every single Pokémon known to man” Cameron explained, “and I am able to encrypt them into a tiny microchip, like the one I have here.”

He pulled a small chip from his pocket. The chip was black, except for a few silver pieces of metal attached to the outside.

“Now, all I do is insert it into here…”

He took another device from his bag. It was larger than the microchip, but still small enough to fit inside a pocket. It was also black, and it looked like it had a small screen on it, as well as a few small buttons on the front.

“Now, you can see an image of the Pokémon DNA inside the chip” Cameron explained, and he showed me the device. Sure enough on the screen was an image of a small, red Pokémon.

“Now, all I do is press the key code…” and he began to type in a series of numbers.

“Which is?” I asked.

“What? Oh, seven-two-five-zero-six-three” Cameron said, “and… voila! The Pokémon comes straight out.” He pressed the last number, and instantly a small white light erupted from the top of the device, and the Pokémon materialized in front of my eyes. It was real as well.

“Vulpix!” it barked, and began chasing its many tails.

“That’s…”

“Amazing.” Cameron finished the sentence for me.

“You know you’re…”

“Extremely clever?” Cameron finished the sentence again.

“Yes, and not very…”

“Modest. I hear it a lot, from all the other possible employers I have approached” Cameron finished my sentence again.

“Would you please stop doing that?” I asked.

“Alright, alright. So, what do you say? Am I in or out?” he asked.

“Well, why can’t I just use the normal tools, instead of Pokémon?” I asked. It seemed a bit illogical to use these creatures instead of the normal tools.

“Well, in this day in age we cannot afford to let DNA get into the hands of the police, even if it’s a small crime like shop lifting. Using this device does not contain any DNA, so, if say you scale a building using a Spinarak’s web, then they cannot trace it back to you.”

“That doesn’t make sense” I replied. Cameron was talking a load of mumbo-jumbo to me, confusing me badly.

“Well, they can’t go and say it was you, because they will have no evidence that it was. I mean, how many people own Spinarak? Hundreds, maybe thousands? They will never, I repeat never, trace it back to you. Never.”

“Yeah, I get the point alright!” I cried. His repetition was really starting to annoy me.

“So, what do you say?” he said again.

I sighed. I didn’t really want a “sidekick,” it would be too much of trouble. They could hand me in to the police on a platter. And I don’t like being treated as food.

“Well, I guess so… as long as this technology will never get me caught. If it does, consider yourself dead."

“Alright, that sounds like a fair deal to me. Now, do you have a secret base at all?” Cameron asked. I stared at him blankly. “What?” he shrugged.

“No. I live here, this is my home. This is also my “secret base.” If it’s not good enough for you, then leave now.”

Cameron peered into the next room. The floor was dirty, food left on the table.

“I don’t have much time…” I said, and I could feel myself going red.

“Don’t worry about it” he said, and took the device from my hand. Placing a small chip in it, he pressed the key code in, and a human-like creature appeared.

“Mime. Mr Mime” it said.

“Well, they are known for their cleanliness” Cameron said, followed by a “now clean up this house. I DON’T WANT ONE SPECK OF DUST OR ELSE!”

The Pokémon quivered. Cameron had scared it, so it began to work. Fast. Within five minutes my whole house was clean. The walls gleamed as if it were a cartoon.

“Well, thank you” I said, ushering him out the door.

“What are you doing? Seeing as now I’m your sidekick, I get to live here with you” and with that he entered my apartment once again.

“What?” I asked. Maybe I had heard him wrong.

“I said I get to live here with you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Alright, but don’t eat all the food.”

“Okay.” Cameron replied, “now I have a question for you. Where is the bathroom?”

“To the left, you’ll see a pink door.”

“Okay thanks” he said, turning towards the hallway. “Um, just another quick question…” he said, turning to face me again.

“What is it this time?” I asked. I was getting frustrated.

“Where’s my bed?” and with that, he turned around and went off to do his business.

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Well, thats it!

~Phanpy~ ;231;

 

[Magnus]

Really intrigueing story. You've got some good characters and it will be interesting to see how the story shape up.

 

[mindripper]

Sorry, Phanpy. I reviewed your other fic. I did not know that you had two! Well, I will give my two cents worth then.

I guessed that something was up once Jade put the doctor to sleep. However, the Ninetails was a hologram? Or was it Jason? I am assuming the latter. A hologram does not react, however, it is just kinda like a display. How would it have interacted cleanly enough to pass off as a real being?

Also, I have to question the elaborate fiasco to get into Jose's office. It seems like a mountain was made out of a molehill. Any assassin worth his/her salt would have already known such stuff before actually acting on their targets. Also, drawing unnecessary attention would not have been a good idea. The dialogue also seemed a little forced at times, most evident when Jose spoke.

Also, you think that ten thousand dollars would be adequate for a job? Seems pretty little, especially when guns frequently cost a tenth of that on the black market.

Well, we have not seen enough of your protaganist, but she seems interesting, and I love anti-heroes. It somehow gives a more realistic facet to the story. Goody goody heroes do not do much for me, because I would surely not have acted likewise placed in a similar situation. Assassins are cool in my book, so you score on that note. Introduce us to the other members of the team, ok? ANd get on with the action! Good luck.

 

[~Phanpy~]

Magnus: thanks, the story is going to advance.

Mindripper: Well, you'll learn about the hologram soon enough, it's coming up in the next chapter. let's just say that this mission wasn't exactly her best... more of them to come as well. The money, well lets just say he wasn't exactly a terrorist or anything, just a little thing she did for a bit of extra cash...

The next chapter is getting written at the moment, and it will mainly focus on a new mission, but that is all i shall reveal for now...

~Phanpy~ ;231;

 

[~Phanpy~]

Anyway, here is the next installment. It does use "Crap" a couple of times in it, so be warned....

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~Chapter Three: Emily’s Secret~

With Cameron now out of my way, I went back into my living room, and tried to watch What Do You Think? I found that it was almost finished, and the remaining two contestants were down to the last question.

“Alright, Samantha, Jane, now is the final question. Whoever guesses the answer first is the winner of this episode and advances into the semi-finals. As well as that, the winner of this episode will also win a great, multi-functional, vibrating cordless phone! Isn’t that great!” George cried. He seemed to be forcing his enthusiasm, as if he were forced to cough up a chicken bone that had been lodged in his throat.

The two contestants were excited, however. The girl called Samantha clapped her hands and jumped on the spot, and the other, Jane pretended to have a heart attack, but stood up again and laughed.

“Exciting show, isn’t it?” Cameron smiled as he entered the room.

“Yeah.” I replied, not bothering to turn around.

“By the way, we need more toilet paper. I used the last bit just then” he said, and took a seat next to me. I turned to him.

“I had half a roll when I left this morning. You are not telling me you used half a frigging roll of toilet paper!” I cried. That was supposed to last me the rest of the week.

“Um, yeah, I did actually,” Cameron replied. He was being smart, so I threw the nearest pillow at him. It hit him dead on the face.

“That hurt!” he cried, but it didn’t really. He was smiling.

“Too bad. Now you BETTER buy some FRIGGING toilet paper tomorrow, or I will KILL you” I said. I had to make my point clear.

“Okay, okay, don’t worry. It’s not that expensive” Cameron said. He was still smiling, as if it were a funny joke.

“Just shut up” I snapped, and turned to continue watching my show. I expected to see the two people fighting for the prize, but instead I saw the end credits.

“Thank you very much” I mumbled, and left Cameron sitting on the chair. I went into the kitchen, and picked up the phone. Dialing three-one-five, I ended up with an operator on the other end.

“Hello, and welcome to Victoria Park Bank. Here we would like to offer you the lowest interest rate, how may I help you?” the voice was feminine, as usual.

“I’m interested in the flat yearly rate” I replied. “Flat yearly rate” was the code name to speak to my handler, Paul McArvo. He was well known in the “Assassin’s world” as one of the best handler’s one could have. I was just lucky enough to have him as mine.

“Hold on one second” the operator said, and she placed me on hold.

Now, that is one thing that I cannot stand. Being put on hold would have to be on top of my “pet hates” list. The music is crap, the time you wait is forever, and you just feel like killing whoever is on the end of the line. One thing good about my job is that I can do exactly that, and no one would ever know it was me. Not that I would ever do it. I only kill for money, not for hatred or pleasure. I’m no psycho-killer who’ll end up in a mental ward. No way.

“Hello?” a voice on the other line asked. It was McArvo, I could tell by his accent. He was foreign, and said that he came from the Sevii Islands, which I think is a lie. His accent was more tropical and deep, probably from the Orange Islands.

“McArvo, it’s me, Kara. I need a mission, I have to get out of this house” I said.

“Why?” McArvo asked.

“Let’s just say I have a… sidekick”

“What!” he cried, causing me to pull my ear away from the phone. “Don’t you know how dangerous that is?” he asked.

“Well, he already knew I was an assassin, but hasn’t told the police, so I guess he’s okay. He’s given me technology that can rival the inventions of Harvey.”

Harvey was the one who had given me the “Ninetales.” Instead it was a hologram that he had somehow managed to solidify, and it could be programmed to do certain things. It was like a real creature, you could actually touch it, smell it… it’s just that it wasn’t. In my case it was programmed to be sick, make a little recovery then suddenly crash. Dead.

“Yes. He’s created a device that can create Pokémon using only a single DNA chip. It’s more compact than a Pokéball, and I can use any Pokémon I want” I explained.

“Any? So that means you could use a legendary…” McArvo said.

“Yes, but don’t go thinking I will” I replied. To use a legendary was not on my priorities list. It never would be.

“So you want a mission, eh? Well, I happen to have had one come through this morning. Client’s name is Emily Wilkinson. She’s sixteen, and is offering a nearly a hundred thousand dollars for her hit” McArvo said.

“What? A hundred thousand? She’s only sixteen!” I cried into the phone. I turned to see if Cameron had heard me, but it seemed he was too engrossed in the TV.

“Yes. She inherited a large sum of money from her late Grandfather, Peter Wilkinson. I’ll call her, and tell her to meet you at the end of Second Street in Parfiew City at three o’clock tomorrow. Goodbye, Kara, and don’t forget to disguise yourself!” he said, and abruptly hung up the phone.

“Parfiew City, eh?” Cameron said and entered the room.

“How did you know?” I asked. He pulled a tiny plug from his ear.

“Technology these days” he smiled, “oh, I’m going out for a while. I’ll be back later on. Meeting a few friends down at the pub.” He picked his jacket up off the chair, and then left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

“Weird guy…” I muttered, and I went to my room. It would take me all night to create my wig, and do my make-up, but that’s one thing a girl has to do. She always has to look good, no matter what the occasion…

I started by taking one of my latex bases that I had bought a few weeks ago, and pinned the hairs in place, before quickly sewing them on. Over the past few years I had become increasingly better and faster at making wigs. I could probably even sell them to celebrities. The hair was jet black.

“Too plain…” I muttered, and took it into the next room. This was where I kept all my dyes. Slowly I created my “masterpiece,” dipping the black hair into various dyes, until I got the perfect colour. The tips of the hair were dyed a colour I liked to call “Fusion Pink,” which was an in-between colour of purple and pink, but you could still distinguish that the two were actually mixed together.

After the first few hours of drying, I placed the wig on my head, and began to work at my hairstyle. A pony tail was too plain, braids too geeky, so I opted for a unique style. I tied the hair into a bun, and then pulled out strands of hair to make it “spiked,” it looked alright. I trimmed the fringe to about three inches, then went to work on my makeup.

My makeup was quite basic, black eye shadow and mascara first, and then I blended my colours over the top. The tips of my eyelashes were white, and the black eventually turned into a pale pink. My lipstick was a similar pink, but a bit darker.

“There” I said, admiring my work. I didn’t look too bad, maybe a bit like a hooker, but who cares?

“Now onto the outfit…” I said, and began raiding my bedroom drawers. I ended up choosing a halter-neck white top with a black floral print along the hem, and then a black, denim mini-skirt that had the same floral pattern. My shoes were hard to pick. No girl can ever have enough shoes, and I sorted through my pairs for at least an hour before finding the perfect ones. They were just thongs, but they were white and extremely comfortable, as well as sexy.

“Done” I said, and as soon as I had left the room, Cameron had walked in the door. He gave me a wolf whistle, and then went to the bathroom again.

When he came out again, I showed him his “room.” It consisted of nothing more than a mattress on the ground in my study area, with a few pillows and a pink quilt thrown over the top.

“Pink?” he remarked, screwing up his face.

“Get over it, or move out.” I replied. It was nearly midnight, and I was ready to sleep.

“Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers, can they?” Cameron said, and with that shut me out of the room.

“Night!” I yelled as I walked back to my own, and flopped on my bed. I hadn’t made it this morning, so the sheets were on the ground. It was hot as well, so they were of no use to me. As I laid my head on my pillow, my wig still on, I found that I went to sleep almost instantly, and didn’t wake up until the first sign of the sun in the morning.

***​

It was around six-thirty when I was woken by the sunlight streaming into my gloomy room. I had forgotten to close my curtains the night before, so I was hit hard when the sun decided to show its face.

“Grrrr” I grumbled as I opened my eyes. My room looked much nicer in the light. Still dirty, but nice. I slowly stood up, blood rushing quickly to my head, causing me to sit down. I had become dizzy all of a sudden. As I began to regain my sense of my surroundings, my alarm clock began to go off.

“Can’t it just be quiet” I cried out angrily, still half asleep.

“Shut up!” Cameron called from his room. I had obviously woken him up, and he didn’t seem to want to be woken.

I walked into the kitchen, staggering down the hallway. I turned the kettle on, letting it boil so I could make some coffee. I had to rummage through my fridge to find some milk. It was real milk not that skim crap that all the skinny, pretty girls drank. I liked full-cream, homogenized. It was the only way to have milk.

The kettle let a quiet ‘ding!’ to signify that the water had boiled, so I scooped two teaspoons of my hazelnut coffee into my favourite mug. It was white, with a teddy bear printed on the front that said “Absolutely unBEARable!” I poured the hot water into the cup, and added a tiny bit of milk, and two teaspoons of sugar, before stirring.

I took a seat on the chair closest to the window, pulling it in close to my dining table. Yesterday’s paper was still folded neatly, so I decided to read it again.

“Hmm, not much happening… Electricity prices, set to rise, some famous guy dead” I said, quickly flipping through the pages. “Nothing on TV either… that sucks.”

“Morning.”

Cameron had just walked into the room. He was only in his boxers, which had a print of a tiger on it, and red flames. He was well built, probably worked out two or three times a week. His muscles were defined, and you could clearly see his six pack.

“Put some clothes on” I said, and continued reading the paper. He left the room, and returned a few minutes later in a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt.

“This better?” he grumbled, before making himself some coffee. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“I’m not your mother, nor girlfriend. Make it yourself.” I said, flipping to the real estate section in the paper. All the houses were too expensive for me, and I quickly found myself reading the sports section.

“What you got?” Cameron mumbled, before opening the pantry doors.

“Wheat-O’s, Fruities, and Corn Flakes” I said, and he pulled a container from the cupboard.

“Wheat-O’s are fine” he said, and took a bowl from the sink, rinsing it out and pouring a generous amount of the cereal into it, before over loading it with milk, so that some of it spilled onto the bench.

“Crap. Sorry about that…” he apologized, wiping it up, before finding a spoon and taking a seat opposite me.

“Good sleep?” I asked.

“Yeah. Mattress is comfy” he replied, before taking a bite of his cereal.

“That’s good. I’m going out at-”

“Three this afternoon. Yes I know, I overheard it” he replied, still eating his cereal.

“Oh that’s right. So what are you gonna do today?” I asked.

“Um, maybe make some changes to the Projector.”

“The what?”

“That device I gave you. It needs some fine tuning.”

“Okay, well, here take it now” I said, handing him the device. I had left it on the table overnight.

***​

The rest of the morning passed fairly quickly. While Cameron worked on the Projector, I managed to clean the apartment, including my room. I even found that my carpet was actually unstained, which was odd considering the rest of the carpet in the apartment was. By the time two-thirty had come, I was already out the door. I had my Fearow’s ball in my pocket, as it was my only form of transport.

“C’mon then” I said, releasing the gigantic bird into the sky.

“Feeeeaaarrrr!” it cawed, stretching its wings in the sky before landing. I climbed on the back, and kicked off. The flight was smooth, there were no clouds in the sky, no wind. It was perfect. We were in Parfiew City within fifteen minutes.

Fearow landed in an alleyway behind a small supermarket, which allowed my to put my disguise on, before walking to the end of Second Street. I could see many people standing around the traffic lights, but one stood out in particular.

She looked young, and was good looking. Her hair was blond and shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes were blue. She dressed as a teenager as well. Approaching her I said “let’s go somewhere quiet.” We both walked to a café a few shops down from the end of the street, and took a seat in a secluded booth.

“So, you’re Emily Wilkinson” I said.

“Yes. You must be Kara Belview.”

“Indeed I am. Now, do you have the files?” I asked. She reached into a black school bag at her feet, and pulled two manila folders from it. Opening them, I was shocked.

“You want me to kill your father?” I whispered. It was odd that a sixteen-year old wanted her own father dead.

“Yes.” Her reply was short and straight to the point.

“May I ask why?” I asked.

“He’s cheating on my mother. He knows I know, but refuses to tell her.”

“Why don’t you just tell her yourself?” I asked. It seemed the logical thing to do.

“It’s not my secret. It’s not up to me to do my father’s dirty work, is it?” she replied. Her voiced had turned angry, and she seemed like a totally different person.

“Well, I guess it’s not… but still…” I replied. She had me in a corner.

“So, will you do it?” she asked. I opened the second file, and began to read in a soft whisper.

“Adam Wilkinson, forty-five years old. Born in Goldenrod City, both parents deceased. Married to Sue-Ann Wilkinson, one child: Emily. CEO of Wilkinson Box Works, worth at least two million dollars.” I closed the file.

“You want me to do this coz you want the money, don’t you?” I asked angrily. She was lying to me.

“No I’m not. Look at the other photos” She said.

Sure enough there were other photos. There were five, each of them showing her father in a compromising position.

“So, will you do it?” she asked again, this time more eagerly.

“I guess so, as long as this doesn’t lead back to me. Ever.” I replied.

“Oh don’t you worry about that,” she replied, “If it led back to you, then I would be framed, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes you would” I replied, standing up to leave.

“Oh, by the way,” she added, “can you keep this a secret?”
“From who?”

“Your friend Cameron.”

“You followed me?” I asked.

“Of course. I had to make sure you were alright.” Emily smiled. There was something in here smile that caused me to shiver. I left her sitting there, and I walked back into the bustling crowds in the street.

While walking back to the alley way, I muttered two words over and over to myself.

“Emily’s secret.”

“Emily’s secret.”

“Emily’s secret.”

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~Phanpy~ ;231;