Chapters 21 - 25
Chapter XXI
Before I walked out, I saw a huge wide-screen TV. ‘Hmmmmm…’ I thought to myself, “Maybe I can take a little break.”
I went to the television and pressed the power button. The news was on. Who cares about the news? I tried to find a button on the TV to change the channel but I couldn’t find one. So I laid down on a bed and watch the news.
A really hot woman seemed to be the anchorwomen. She had long blonde hair. Her eyes shined like green emeralds. A blue jacket covered her. Buttons went down the center of her jacket. As disgusting as it sounds I wanted THOSE buttons. I think I might have drooled.
The women said some stuff about some stupid celebrity when she was interrupted by breaking news. Up came an old man. He was entirely bald. Wrinkles filled his face. Never had I seen such an ugly person.
“Breaking news has just erupted from Teletown. Here is Peller Van Shob in Saffron City with the details.”
“Thanks John,” Shob said with some unknown accent, “Three days ago, men, women, and Pokémon were seen here. It has been rumored that they teleported to Teletown. The men and women were said to have been wearing black clothing with a big red “R” on their shirts.”
Those were the people that I had seen earlier in the Pokémon Center.
“If this is true, the people and Pokémon are part of the notorious organization, Team Rocket. Five years ago, Team Rocket started plotting on taking over the Silph Co. building in Saffron and the radio tower in Goldenrod in Jhoto. Swat teams went in and took out them. It was said that Team Rocket was demolished and they would never return. Talk has been scarce about them since. But the reports about them controlling Teletown are arousing thoughts. If they do take control of Teletown they would take out a major part of bring them down once more. Police and the National Guard have been trying to get to Teletown but it seems that they can’t get in. To make things worse, no one has been seen that teleported during the past four days. Families are worrying about what is happening and communities across the region are comforting them. Peller Van Shob, Saffron City.”
I turned off the television. I had enough of this. ‘I wonder why I have never heard of this Team Rocked before. Maybe I should go to the lab. See what’s there.’
I went back to the lab door. I swiped the card I had obtained. I looked at the paper with the password. “16.15.11.05.13.15.14. I wonder why these numbers are the password.”
The door slid open. Gas emerged from behind the door.
“Now let’s check this place out.”
I walked inside a humongous room. Lined against the side walls were three tubes filled with some sort of liquid. There was one tube against the other side of the room. It was centered. I must have been important. Cautiously, I went up to see what was in it.
I looked up at the tube. Memories of the horrible past were brought up into my head. I fell on my back and crawled backwards. It couldn’t have been. It just couldn’t be. It was Missingno. How though? How did these people get it? This predicament made me think. Were these people down here evil or good? What did they want with this monstrosity? It was pure darkness. This blob almost killed me. The controller of this blob almost killed me. Was Lutosa down here? Was he the brains of Team Rocket? What was going on?
I looked at the beast again. It had no eyes but it was staring at me. I heard its thoughts. Its horrid thoughts. It said, “Kill thee, kill thee. Death to you. No survival. Death to you.”
I couldn’t take it.
“Kill thee, kill thee. Death to you. No survival. Death to you.”
It was destroying my mind.
“Kill thee, kill thee. Death to you. No survival. Death to you.”
What did it want with me?
“Kill thee, kill thee. Death to you. No survival. Death to you.”
I was the stronger being. I knew it.
“Kill thee, kill thee. Death to you. No survival. Death to you.”
I was on my knees, covering my ears.
“Kill thee, kill thee. Death to you. No survival. Death to you. Successor of him. Kill thee, Kill thee.”
The pressure in my body was getting more powerful.
“Kill thee, kill thee. Death to you. No survival. Death to you.”
When I thought I was about to explode, the pressure lifted and I couldn’t hear Missingno anymore. Even though I was better, I felt numb and weak. My eye lids got heavier. I couldn’t hold my own weight. I just couldn’t go on. I had to sleep…
“Keplar, you are the best person in the world,” I said, “I don’t know how I would have lived without you,” I smiled at him.
It was pouring outside. Rain came down by the buckets. Thunder and lightning struck the land. Pokémon scattered trying to find a place not to get wet.
“You think I don’t know that,” said Keplar.
We came across a small shack. It was a small wooden house. Very old by the look of things.
“I got an idea. How about we stay in there until the rain stops, Keplar?”
“Seems really old. The rain could make it topple in. I think we should keep searching for a place.
“Oh come on, Keplar. You are always like, ‘Safety first,’ and ‘Let’s try to keep out of harm’s way,’” I mimicked with a smile.
“This is no laughing matter, Satol. Death should not be played with,” he wagged his finger at me.
“Please! It would make me very happy,” I pleaded.
“Satol, death is not fun.”
“But…” I used the puppy dog lip, trying to get extra points.
“I said no. So let’s keep moving. I think the rain is coming down harder now. We need a safe place to stay.”
“You are acting like my mother.”
“If someone doesn’t, who will make sure you are safe.”
“I can look out for myself,” I pointed my thumb at my chest.
“Satol, if you keep acting like this you are going to die!”
“Please, I want to get out of this rain as soon as possible…”
“FINE! Let’s get in then,” Keplar grunted.
Both of us walked in what would soon be called the Creaking Cottage. It looked better on the outside than the inside.
“Okay, so we need wood,” I said while looking around.
“Yeah. We need to cover the holes in the roof.”
“Sure. Let’s go with that. I need you to get wood. Mostly twigs.”
“Twigs wouldn’t help us with the holes.”
“Just get them please.”
“Fine,” Keplar rolled his eyes. He then left.
Keplar was looking around for wood in the pouring rain.
“Where are some twigs? Why am I even searching for twigs? Oh, Satol is smart. I think he knows what he is doing.
Keplar came through the front door with a fair amount of twigs.
“I got the twigs, Satol.”
“Good. Just put them in the center of the cottage.”
Keplar walked to the center and droped them.
“I never knew twigs could be so heavy.”
“Okay now let me just get them,” I put my hands in my pockets, “Nope, not there,” I took off my backpack and searched it, “Awww. Here they are,” I took out some matches.
“What are you going to do with those?”
“Make a fire. What else would I do, silly?”
“Oh, make a fire. Okay,” Keplar turned around, “Make a fire. Okay… WHAT?!” Keplar faced me and ran towards me, “Noooooo!”
I got a match lit and saw Keplar running at me. He tackled me and the match went out.
“Hey! What was that for?!” I yelled at him.
“Oh, maybe for trying to KILL US!”
“Don’t use that voice on me,” I put my hand on one of my Pokéballs, “If you think this place is so ‘unsafe’ how about we check how ‘unsafe’ this place is. Go Scyther!” I threw out the Pokéball that had my Scyther, “One on one.”
“Fine then. You know I am stronger than you but if it is a battle you want, it will be a battle you’ll get. Go Wartortle!”
“Scyther, double team,” Scyther circled Wartortle with about twenty Scythers.
“Close your eyes, Wartortle.”
“What are you doing? A Pokémon can’t fight with its eyes closed.”
“Who said I wanted to fight?”
“Fine then. Scyther, slash!” Scyther came from a side of Wartortle’s and was about to slash when Wartortle jumped up and kicked Scyther’s head. Scyther slid to wall and shook the house.
“Scyther? Ack! How did you KO Scyther so fast?” I ran up to Scyther’s body, seeing its eyes swirl.
“Because I am stronger.”
“I want a rematch!”
“I need to take a walk from all this yelling of yours.”
“You can’t walk out on me like this!”
“I already did,” and with that, he left.
“Boy. Boy! Are you okay?” I heard a man’s voice.
I came to, “What happened?”
“You fainted in the lab on Level 3. You are in the hospital wing on Level 2.”
“Get out,” I said softly.
“But…”
“I said get,” I said louder.
“Fine then,” the man that was standing beside me walked outside of the room.
That dream. It was what happened before Keplar left. Then the next day he shot me. Why did I have that dream? It was more like a nightmare.
Chapter XXII
The man opened the door a crack and said, “Can I come back in, sir?”
“Of course you can…” I said faintly.
The man opened the door all the way. “Ok…”
“But that doesn’t mean I want you to.”
“Okay. Right away, sir,” and he hung his head, metaphorically speaking and exited.
‘What was that dream?’ I thought, ‘Why did I have it? If it was my conscience, then I will destroy it, if that was possible. Did the dream mean something, though? It was the last time I saw Keplar, good that is,’ I sighed, ‘I haven’t sighed like that in a while. It was a sign of weakness. I can’t be weak or I will die here. I think some sleep would do me some good. Plus someone else hurt wouldn’t have this bed,’ I smiled and sleep crept up on me.
I woke up from a long deserved nap. It was nice to get whatever you wanted.
I looked at the clock on the other side of the hospital wing. It seemed to be around nine in the morning and I felt as good as new. I began the day by ordering people to bring me breakfast. I kept complaining that there was something wrong with the food. It was so funny to see the people run around franticly looking for the right thing. After about an hour of making the servers run around, I just told them to stop and get out. Eventually I had some french toast, hash browns, bacon and sausage with an apple. For a drink I got some orange juice. I looked at the apple and threw it in the garbage can. Who wants something healthy? Blech. And with that I started to literally shove the food down my face.
I wanted to get out of there. I wanted to get out of there badly. But the problem was that the room was heavily guarded. An idea came to me once more. I was on fire! Well, the room would be on fire.
Late in the afternoon, I got lunch. I wasn’t very hungry so I just got a roast beef sandwich. I loved roast beef.
When the women who served me was about to leave, I called the guard back, “Women, come back,” I requested.
“What is it now, sir? I already got you ten different sandwiches, 22 kinds of potato chips, and 45 different kinds of drinks!” I chuckled at her frustration, “You think that’s funny, eh, punk?!”
I closed my eyes and talked smoothly, resting my hands behind my head, “Get over here.”
“And why should I?!”
“If you obey me, I shall spare you from the most pain you have ever felt,” I kept in the same relaxed position.
The guard walked over to me until we were three feet apart, “Like you could do anything. You can’t even get out of your bed.”
“Oh can I?” I jumped out of bed swinging my leg just inches away from her skull, “Now, what were you saying?” I let down my foot and crawled back into my bed.
“Wh…what do you want, s… sir?” I fed off her emotions like a leech.
“Bring me some matches. All I want are never opened before matches. Brand new, understand?”
“Ye… yes, s… s… sir.” I could feel the power return to me.
“Plus, if you tell anyone about this conversation, let’s just say you will be spending the night in this bed instead of me,” my mouth grinned. I had little doubt that this lonely, little guard would keep her promise. But there was a possibility.
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”
It was already eight at night and the grunt still hadn’t brought me the matches. I knew she wouldn’t bring me them. That peon. Two more hours passed on by. Where could she be? I couldn’t go on with my plan if I didn’t get any matches. I needed to be freed. It was now eleven at night. I got out of bed and paced back and forth. I was thinking. What would happen if the guard didn’t come? What would be my plan b? The clock beside me stroke midnight. Curse that guard.
While pacing, I heard footsteps in the hallway outside. It must have been the guard. The door knob jiggled a little. Yes, it was her. The door creaked open a little and then faster revealing the guard.
“Sir, I got the matches you wanted,” she said. She knew my power and didn’t want to die. I knew it.
“Yes,” I went up and took the matches.
“I had to open it to see. I would have been sooner but I had to travel far.”
“Let me see if I care. Nope. I need one more thing. Do you have a map?”
The blundering guard took out a map, “Yes, right…” I didn’t want to listen to her and just snatched the map. I needed to know one more thing.
“Have you seen a boy? He was badly injured. Do you know where he is? And I heard about a murder here. Do you know what happened to the guy that killed the guard?”
“The first boy you talk about is in the ER on the fourth floor. The murderer is in a high security prison on the fifth floor.”
“That is all I need you for, but I want to give you something for your troubles.”
“What is it, sir?”
I walked up to the guard, putting my hands into fists. “It is something I like to call,” I punched the temple of the guard, “death,” I looked at the dead guard on the floor, “Darn. I forgot to ask for her name. And I forgot that I had matches in my backpack. Oh well.”
I picked up the dead guard and put her on my old bed. I took a match and lit it on fire.
“May this fire burn eternally and destroy all who oppose me,” and with that, I set the corpse and bed afire.
It was time to run again. Into the hallway I went. It was so dark. I really liked it. It made me feel so very good. My first objective was to visit my old friend Akira a visit. Then I would talk to Alex about how he had murdered the man. It would be so funny seeing the anger in his eyes. I would be laughing at his pathetic self. I thought of all the great feeling I would feel from his torment.
I kept thinking of my visit but I needed some light to see. I could be running in circles for all I know. I think I was getting heart burn because my chest was on fire. The burning slowly got its way up to my mouth. By this time I had stopped running. It was painful, but I had to be strong and fight the pain away. I was squeezing my heart, trying to stop the pain, but it kept going. It was now up in my mouth. I opened my mouth to start panting and flames shot out of my mouth! I tried to close my mouth but flames still came out. The good thing was that I could see well. The bad thing is that I heard something coming down this way. My mouth wouldn’t close, though. It might have been impossible. Every second counted if I wanted to get away.
A thought came to mind. Before I could fly, my arm healed, and I was super powerful. Maybe my new found ability came from Chameleon. Yes, it must have. If I were to get into a battle, I would fight with my powers.
To the left was a long hallway. Something was coming down there. I struggled trying to close my mouth but I failed. The foot steps got louder. I couldn’t get caught. My plans might not work out if they found out I was sneaking in the hallways at night. It seemed that the foot steps were getting quicker. I used my hands to push on my face to close my mouth. Still, it didn’t work. I tried as hard as I could. The person was just about there.
‘One, two, three,” I squeezed with all of my might and, fortunately, I closed my mouth. I slid against the wall to make sure the person couldn’t see me.
There was no chance to save myself. I would no doubt be caught if I were to stay in this one spot. I had to move back, and fast. Out of fear I quickly went the opposite direction.
The guy soon made his way up into the part of the hallway I was. I had to stop about a hectometer back from whence I came when I had to stop moving if I wanted a safe escape. I squinted and saw that the man wasn’t human, but he was a Pokémon!
The Pokémon looked like a human with different browns on some armor. It had a long mustache and it held two spoons. I pulled out my Pokédex and recognized this Pokémon as Alakazam.
Alakazam seemed to being focusing on something. I looked above to see the lights flickering on and off. This Pokémon seemed to be psychic.
There was no place to hide now. I was out in the open, spotted by the Alakazam. I had no Pokémon of my own. Well, I had one. It was called Satol.
Chapter XXIII
I got in a battle ready stance. I would be surely caught if I ran, so there was no other option rather than to fight.
‘Wait!’ I thought, ‘How could I be thinking about running away? I was and would always be stronger than this pathetic Pokémon! There was no chance that a Pokémon could beat me! Know for a test run on my moves.’
“Yaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I yelled. I ran forth to attack my opponent straight on.
“Alakazam,” it said while waving its hands in a mystifying way. The spoons in the Alakazam’s hands were starting to glow in a light pink to a dark purple to a night black.
I kept my feet going in a frontal direction. Closer and closer I got. My metatarsals were moving faster and faster. My movements were quick without fault. While I was getting closer for a pulverizing attack this Alakazam was just standing there ready for impact. I was unbeatable.
Twenty meters away. Fifteen meters away. Ten meters away. I was five meters away when the Alakazam let go of something. Something big and black. I was hit by a black ball of energy. I was slammed and tossed back a couple of yards banging my vertebrae and coccyx against the ground.
I groaned as I arose. The Alakazam put one foot in front of another and was soon directly in front of me by a foot.
“I heard something down here! Let’s check it out,” I heard voices from the hallway Alakazam came from.
The Alakazam seemed a little shocked and teleported away.
‘I wonder what happens if you teleport in Teletown?’ I had other questions to think of though. Like how to not be spotted and why the Alakazam fled. Wasn’t it part of this evil organization down here?
Because the Alakazam had left, there was no light to see.
‘How would I be able to get the guards to ignore me and get a light source?’ I thought, ‘That’s it!’
“Hey you! What are you doing out of bed at this time of night? Especially in a time of battle?” the guards said as they turned the corner.
‘Battle? What battle?’
“I was told this morning that I would walk the corridors tonight, sir,” I said without hesitancy.
The guard that was previously talking walked up to me. He was clearly taller than me, but this did not bother me. I had dealt with many people like this in my past, “But you are only an intermediate. There is no possible way an intermediate would walk the corridors this late.”
“I am being promoted tomorrow. My superiors told me so.”
The guard turned to his partner, “Jack, I am going to teach this rouge some lessons to disobeying ones who are higher up in the ranks. Turn back down that hallway,” he turned back to me, “and you, my friend. What should I do to you? Should I let you…”
The guard was stopped by the shouts of many men and women, “Fire, fire!” they shouted. They must have finally found the fire I had left. Took them long enough.
“What?!” the guard shouted, “We will talk about this later, mouse.”
“Shame, isn’t it,” I smiled and stuck my tongue out at him.
The guard glared and then left.
“Help, help! Get the doctors from the ER on the fourth floor!” the screams shrieked again.
‘ER on the fourth floor? That was where Akira was being held.’
My plan to get to Akira was this:
First, I would knockout a doctor or some other medical person. From there I would pass as a doctor and follow the others to Akira.
Quite simple, was it not? Easier said than done.
I slowly followed the guard who scolded me. I made sure to stay close enough to still see but far enough away not to be caught. It was really hard to keep at the pace this man was going.
Slowly but surely we made it to the site of fire. A red glare shined everywhere. Sparks of ember shot out of the bedroom. At most, twenty people were trying to put out the fire with five buckets of water.
What was wrong with these people? A room is engulfed in fire and only twenty people come with five buckets? I see more stupidity in people day after day.
As the wanna-be fireman try to tackle the flames, in the opposite direction doctors and nurses were coming with stretchers and other medical devices.
This was my chance to get a doctor. When a doctor whizzed by me, I tugged on his white coat, “Sir, there are some injured people here,” I pointed to a hallway turned so no one could see us, “They need medical attention now.”
I led him to the hallway I was pointing to. It was quite dark, in fact.
“So where are the patients?” the doctor requested.
“Right here,” and I punched the guys face with amazing speed. The doctor was on the ground with blood dripping from his mouth, “Now how are you going to save this person’s life?”
I stripped all his clothing off leaving no garment on him. He was as naked as a new born baby. Now he could be left with embarrassment and shame. I took the clothing and put it on myself. I was now a professional doctor.
I didn’t want to fight any fires so I waited until a cart passed and then go with it. As time passed I sat and waited, and waited, and waited. I thought of many cruel jokes to play on the unconscious doctor but in the end I decided not to do them.
It had been about a half and hour and nothing had passed by. What was taking them so long? Why don’t they just let everyone die?
As time went on, I thought of the torture I would give Akira and Alex. The torment would be beautiful. And when I meant beautiful, I meant bloody and disgraceful. I would degrade them down to nothing. They were just puny pawns in my game. They would probably be weak and bony, making it ever so easy to hurt them in so many ways. I would strip their clothes and break their arms. They would have no will to live and no power to over come me. I was invincible and no one could stop me. I had swore and oath with that match and I would not break it. It was my seal of courage and destruction. I vowed that if one man, women, or child hurt me in any way, they would never see life again.
As my thoughts rampaged through my cranium, voices were saying they were taking injured guards to the ER. I had to leave now. If I wanted to get to the ER quickly
I ran out from behind the corner I was staying at and went to the cart.
“Let’s go!” a nurse shouted and everyone with a hand on the cart started running.
After five minutes of running a nurse in front of me questioned, “I haven’t seen you around here. How long have you been a doctor?”
I was quite off guard. I just said want first came to mind. “I just got out of medical school.”
“Really? Hmmm. You seem quite young…”
Again I was off guard. “Oh I am older than I look. Both of my parents were short.”
“Ohhhh. What would you do if your parents were basketball players?” A short chortle came after that. What was so funny? Horrible joke if you asked me. But not to look suspicious in any way I laughed quietly.
“Here is the elevator to the ER,” said the lead nurse. This place had elevators? It would have helped if I knew that before.
We all got in and some nurse pressed the level four button. I once went to Celadon with my mom and went on the elevator in the department store and that was slow compared to this elevator. In five seconds of departure of level 3 we were in the hallway of the level 4 ER.
‘This is my stop,’ I thought evilly to myself. It was now to meet up with an old friend.
Chapter XXIV
I walked up to information counter. If I wanted to kill Akira, I had to know where he was being held.
A nurse was behind the counter. She had red, curly hair and a little plump. On her nurse’s cap, it had a Pokéball on it. The rest of her uniform was white.
“I’m looking for a boy. Torn up badly. Blood-stained. Black coat. Know where his room is?”
“Oh, yes. Down that hall,” she pointed down a hallway behind me. It seemed pretty long with plenty of twists and turns. This hospital must have been big, “Take a turn to the right and then left. Room 502, it will be on your right. Are you a friend, family member?”
“Just a friend,” I turned away and walked straight towards my “friend.”
Down the hallway I went. I delve deeper and deeper, licking my chops for the blood and carnage that I would cause. Delicious. Why must this hallway have been so long? I wanted to go quicker, but I did not want to run.
‘No, I must savor the moment.’
My desires were getting the best of me and so I quickened my pace. I came to the first turn. As I was at the intersection of four directions, straight, left, right, or back, I swiveled my body 90° to the right and I started to walk slowly once more.
‘I must remember to walk slowly. It would be rude to kill him off so quickly,’ I thought, ‘Wait!’ I checked my backpack for the supplies I had. I had forgotten that I used my last can of tomato paste on that blonde man. I took my backpack off and put it on the ground in front of me. I got on my knees and stripped search it for something, something that could kill. Well, anything could kill, but I wanted something that would cause pain, misery and suffering. Something that would sink into the hearts of millions and show them that an assassin was coming. Someone with some thing that would come to their houses with the best Pokémon that the world could afford and kill them. Kill them all.
I grabbed anything in my backpack looked at it, and threw it away until I found it. I found the item. Not terrifying, but it would do the trick. A steak knife. I kept it in my right hand to prepare myself.
I couldn’t help it anymore. I left the junk I threw on the floor and ran again. At the next turn I skidded and ran to the left. I looked to the right. The nurse said that room 502 would be on the right.
“496, 498, 500, 502. I love this,” I did not pay attention to what the door looked like. I was too focused on killing Akira to care. I walked to the door concealing Akira, twisted the door handle and pushed the door open.
There he was, soft asleep. Only he was in this room. The room looked exactly like the room I was kept in after my accident with Missingno.
The switch to the lights was next to me and I turned them on so I could see more clearly. It seemed that the doctors did a very good job of cleaning him up. All he had now were scars from where I tore his flesh.
On the bed, he was there. Peacefully. If I cared for him, I might have cried. I put on my devil smile and tip-toed over to the sleeping beauty. I looked at his papers, checking how his progress has been. The doctors must have done a good job, all of the comments were positive. Not for long.
The knife I held rose above the body. I was aiming straight for the heart. Then no one could fix him.
“Nighty night, sweetheart,” I swished my hand through the air. I could see the knife in slow motion. The knife was just about to pierce the body, just when time froze.
I was being teleported to some place. Everything was white, my surrounding and me. I looked everywhere to see only white, like when I came to Teletown. I was swirling around in a white abyss. Around and around I went. I think I was about to vomit. My body seemed to be falling.
I tried to talk, but I could only think, ‘Maybe I’m leaving this stinking town? But, weren’t the teleportations being stopped?’
I think I reached the end of the “tunnel” and I dropped stomach first onto green grass. Green grass! I was back!
“Finally,” I grunted. It seemed like forever since I had been in the real world. I got off of the ground to look around.
Grass filled the field for miles away. Trees were scattered across the land, providing much needed shade. I must have arrived in the morning, because dew droplets were neighboring me. The sun was shining without any cloud in the sky. It felt good to feel the sun’s rays again. It was quite refreshing. A wind was blowing slightly from the west. Combined with the sun, it felt like heaven.
“Hello, Satol. Have you had a nice time in Teletown killing plenty of people? Shame on you,” a voice giggled like a young lass.
“What? Where are you? Show yourself!” I growled. I hated voices coming out of the blue.
“But that wouldn’t be fun, now would it? Where do you think you are anyways, Satol?”
“I’m away from Teletown, that’s all I know, and glad of it.”
“Oh, hero,” the voice sighed, “Do you know of where you shall be going?”
“How the heck should I know… and why am I telling you this? I think I’m going crazy. I’m leaving,” I started to walk in some random direction.
“You cannot escape me, notwithstanding how hard you try.”
“What are you, Santa Claus?”
The voice gave another giggle, “Of course not,” something started to form in front of me.
It was some creature. It was shaped like a grown woman. It wore a white dress with a tint of pink, as well as its face. Its hair and arms were a gorgeous turquoise. It had some other thing it was wearing. I could not think of what it was but its color was a light orange. When the striking creature fully appeared, it twinkled, but only for a second. I then figured out that this was a Pokémon. I took out my Pokédex from my back pocket and identified this Pokémon as Gardevoir.
“Welcome to my domain, Hero,” her voice was as clear as crystal and ran like a calm river.
“What is this? Who are you and what have you done with me?”
“I have brought you here to protect another. My name is Gardevoir and your name is Satol. I think introductions are over. And for your last question, I have brought you to my home. This is where the decisions of the world come. I am a Chooser. One of the six of the world. This is my domain, a grassy field that goes on forever,” the Gardevoir waved her hands in a motion, tranquilly and evenly.
“Why, yes, I do think I’m going crazy. Pokémon can’t talk and there are no such things as ‘Choosers.’ What the heck is a ‘Chooser’ anyways? All I wanted to do is get out of the white ghost town and kill Akira and Seasona, but noooooo. I had to go mad.” I started to pout.
“Shush, Hero. You are not going mad.”
“And I should trust a figment of my imagination, why?” I gave the Gardevoir a “duh” look.
“Listen, Hero. I am here to help. If you want to survive, you must do as I say,” she was stern now. There were no cool motions anymore.
“I’m probably dying anyways. It’s probably because I killed so many people,” I sighed, “Oh well. So what do you want?”
“Don’t kill Akira or Alex. They are to survive and help you with the long journey you will embark on.”
“The journey of death,” I muttered, “Wait! You don’t want me to kill Akira or Alex? You are some crazy imagination because I’m stabbing them like there ain’t no tomorrow.”
“Hero, if you want to get out of Teletown, if you want to get back to your normal self, if you want to live, you must do as I say,” it almost sounded as if she was pleading.
“My normal self? What is that supposed to mean? I’m as normal as ever!” Gardevoir was starting to fade away.
“We will meet again, Hero. But promise me that you will follow my words,” her voice was becoming an echo.
“Fine! But you better not be lying to me, or I’ll kill you!” I, too, was starting to fade away. I was returning to my body. To reality.
I became conscious. I was standing in Akira’s hospital room about to hit his heart with a knife. If I made any movement downwards, I would cause him eternal suffering, but what Gardevoir said.
“Should I?” for the first time in a long time, I had started to think clearly. Something told me to not kill this boy. It was pulling me back. But I must kill him. He betrayed me. No, he helped me. I did not feel only anger, I felt sadness, “No, no. Sadness is for whimps. I have to fight it. No, I must not kill him. He tried to help me, but I denied him. Exactly, I told him to go away, but he stayed,” I was going crazy. I was arguing with myself! I dropped the knife onto the tile floor which must have caused Akira to wake up. I grabbed onto my head. I must have control in my head. I was to kill. Gardevoir was right. I wasn’t normal anymore.
“What?” Akira was sitting up-right in his bed, “You!” he pointed to me, “Guards! Guards!”
I looked up at him, “No,” I covered his mouth, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Crimson pulled onto my hand holding his mouth, “You almost killed me! Guards!”
I was in tears now, “Listen to me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did,” I walked away from him. I let him yell, but he choose to stare at me, “My recent past has been terrible. I am fighting with myself, right now. I don’t…” I paused and felt pain in my stomach, “I don’t know how long I have to talk like my normal self, but I must say I am sorry.
Chapter XXV
“I… I… I don’t believe you. Gaurds!” I was flabbergasted. Well, not for long.
I was still struggling with myself but the battle ended soon after, “That didn’t last long. Now, to finish why I came here in the first place,” I picked up the knife I had off of the ground. “Sorry for little interruption. It is gone now.” My devilish smile swarmed my mouth as I walked closer to my victim.
“Guards! GUARDS!” the screams were delectable. My mouth was loaded with saliva.
“Do not worry, my friend. This will take but a minute. I’ll make sure it is long and painful though. Straight through your stomach. From there, acids from the inside of you stomach will slowly leak out. You insides will be burned through and then you will die.”
Akira crawled backwards towards the back board, “Guar… Ah, what the he*l. They aren’t coming,” I raised my hand above into the sky and began the swift blow, “Wait!”
I stopped my movements, “What?! I’m trying to kill you.”
Akira took a serious position with his face, “You never told me your name. If I die, don’t I at least get to know your name?” I saw a slight twinkle in his eye. He was up to something.
“You want to know my name? I’ll tell you my future name. Hero. It is the name that shall strike fear into hearts of millions. I am the assassin.”
“But I want to know your real name.”
I took a deep breath. I would tell him, “Satol,” I swiped down my arm to strike.
Akira jumped away from the bed and my knife. I missed. My arm was so fast that it tore threw the mattress. I looked at my knife in the bed and then at Akira. I missed! Akira was on his feet ready to fight. Out of a pocket he had, he got a blood red head band. Because it looked like blood, I liked it. I wanted it as a souvenir when I killed Akira. Of course I would, though. I had a steak knife, which would cut instantly threw his skin and all he had was his fists.
Akira put on his head band, “A little unorthodox for me. Usually I only wear this during Pokémon battles, but it will do for now. Are you going to fight or what? This time I’m ready, Satol.”
I pulled the knife out and jumped up onto Akira’s bed, “I am not Satol. I am the assassin! I am the Hero! You shall pay me the respect I deserve. I am better than you and you shall perish because of that, you worthless excuse for a trainer!”
Akira chuckled a little, “You talk a lot. You probably didn’t hear footsteps in the hallway. Guards heard you.”
“Wha…” I didn’t get to finish my question. The door behind me opened up with two guards with guns pointing at me. Behind them were two Growlithes growling to keep law.
Growlithes have always been a police officer’s best friend.
“Freeze!” said the guard on the right, “You are herby arrested for the at emptive murder of Colonel Akira “Crimson” Urakoto!”
“What?!” I turned from the guards to Crimson. I was shocked to see that this boy was a Colonel in some little army, “What the heck is going on here?! You are about my age, yet you’re a colonel?!” I turned back to the guards. They were a bigger threat now.
Both of the guards were tall. The one of the right had short, brown hair. It was sort of messy and greasy, but it looked like it was still under control. He had eyes that changed color from time to time. When I looked at first, they were hazel, now they were a dark green. His uniform was nicely made. It looked like all other uniforms, but was neater, no creases or anything. On the left side of his uniform were many badges, too many to name. On his right side was a Pokéball. I had only seen this type before in nation wide newspapers. It was a new type of Pokéball that Silph Co. was creating. It was only a prototype, but the creators of it said that it could capture any Pokémon in one shot even if it was really strong and had full life. They called it the Master Ball.
The other man was a red head. He had a suave aura around him. His hair was parted from the exact middle of his head. He didn’t have a guard uniform, but a tuxedo. Yet, something behind his tuxedo was pushing outward. It was circular with a smaller circle in the center. Only one hand was holding the gun. His arm on the other side of his body was down. On his wrist was a watch. It was finely crafted. From the best is seemed to be.
My thoughts were like Rapidash running in a stadium going the speed of sound. There had to have been some way to get out of this situation. I looked everywhere, while still keeping an eye on the guards coming closer to me. Some broken board in the ceiling, or some improper spot of a small weapon. But no, there was nothing. I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
“Get off of the bed,” yelled the man in the guard uniform, “I want you up against the wall.”
There just had to have been a spot for me to escape. I walked slowly off of the bed and against the wall, and then I saw it. These pathetic humans were so stupid. The door was left ajar. One big leap and…
I leapt up over the two men, but the tuxedo man must have known something like this might have happened. He was prepared.
As I was directly above the heads of the guards, the man in the tuxedo leapt back in front of the doorway. I landed beautifully but the two guards were turned towards me. The “black” man rammed into me with his shoulder and I landed in the other guard’s hands. I slumped down, my arms being held up by the guard. I tried to get up, but black and white hit me hard in my stomach. I opened my eyes up as much as I could to see a fist whamming into the left side of my voice. I was broken.
“I have been waiting a very long time for this. You deserve the pain you caused me,” said the colonel, “You have caused much pain and death. You may want to kill, but you shall never get that chance. I will make sure of it. You cannot win.”
I could barely hear his words. I was too much in pain, but I could still feel. Feel a knee into my pelvic area. I couldn’t stand this. But I could not give up. I needed to withstand the insanity. I was not weak.
The arms that supported me were no longer underneath my arms. I fell like a bag of rocks. My body made a clud that rung throughout the room.
It seemed like my time to faint was overdue, because everything went black once again.
When I awoke, my head was ringing. I felt like I was in a bell for mass.
“So the great Satol awakes.” It was a familiar voice, but I could not tell who it belonged to, “I was betting you would be out for a few more days. Good thing I didn’t get it right.”
Who was it? I got my eyes to be slotted open. I tilted my head upwards and stared at where the voice was coming from, but my vision was blurry. My head fell back down and my eyes closed.
“Who is it?” I managed.
“Who is it?” mocked the voice, “Why, it’s me, your friend, your companion,” the voice paused, “your scapegoat.”
I realized who it was. Seasona.
“G’day Seasona. How has your stay here been going?” I chuckled at the thought of Seasona being tortured.
“You want to know. Let me show you.”
A strike was blown right at my chest. I rolled over on my stomach with my hands over the pain.
“That was how I have been treated ever since you murdered that guard. I have been tortured in every way possible. In real life and in my dreams of years long past. And now, you shall feel that pain I have endured!”
“Hey, you two!” I thanked the guard, to a small extent, in my mind for not letting Seasona attack me. “Don’t make too much of a mess in there, kay?” He laughed wildly.
“Will do,” Alex Seasona seemed rather glad that I was here. I was now the punching bag for his anger.
I had to stop this from beginning. I needed at least some energy to protect myself. I needed to buy time.
I could hear the swishing of Seasona’s foot swinging past the wind.
“Wait!” I cried out for the sake of hopefulness. I didn’t feel pain.
“What do you want?”
“Wh-what did you mean by ‘in my dreams of long past’?”
Seasona spat on my head, “Why should I tell ya?”
“Because I want to know.”
“Well…” his voice was shaky and was somewhat depressing.
Seasona sat down on something that made squeaky noises, like bed springs. I could hear him take a deep breath. I could tell something long was coming. That was good for my health.
“I rarely tell anyone this, let alone crazy murderers, but something tells me, pulling me to be exact, to tell you my dreams. Dreams that have been haunting me for years.”
I think I knew what was telling Seasona to spill his gusts. I turned onto my back and looked upwards to see a white and blue body staring downwards.