Story Notes:
Highly important: I can't stress this enough to tell anyone who is about to read that my character(s) does some impossible stuff. I don't want to spoil anything but I'm going to have to since this has happened before. The reason why my character is enhanced in many ways at a young age is because he has aura, the same power Lucario have. This enables him to be much enhanced physically and mentally at a young age. Updated chapters will explain this more in depth.Warning: Do not attempt or reenact any combat performed in the following. Much of the combat used is highly dangerous and requires long practice. This story also contains extreme gore, extreme language, and sexual scenes much later.Welcome to Power of the Wave A4 Edition, the fourth complete rewrite. Even though I've read this over and over and over again there might still be errors but probably very minor but still drop a notice so I can learn something new.Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
I'm More Than a Child
Chapter 6: I'm More Than a Child
Stumbling in faintly through this bare warehouse, I felt the irritant urge to reach for my right shoulder. Slowly the tips of my weary fingers inched towards the numb spot like a stiffening spinarak. Reluctantly, I pressed down lightly on a thick fabric patch covering that area only to be shot with extreme soreness that soon rooted all over my back. Slamming my eyes shut, my entire body violently tensed with my fists clenched shut damped in sweat as I fought hard to keep my pain held in. Damn it, the wound felt better untouched! I continued to drag my exhausted feet through the dim, cold concrete space and into the room I slept in each night, a narrow, tight storage room. The very same bed still remained in that cold, dull space from those four long months ago where I'd awoken to first lay my eyes on Celsius's newly evolved form, the powerful combusken with the apparent finer build of the female sex that any trainer and breeder could note. I remember that moment very well; completely relieved we had survived that fight as I became lost within her new appearance, highly proud and flattered as well of what she became. But, it was also that moment in time four months ago that we regrettably saved Juggernaut from getting killed, and I won't ever forgive myself for making that irrational decision. My naivety now had Celsius and me neck deep in a world of shit. I sat on the little twin mattress next to the wall of the far side of the room and once again tried to apply pressure over my bullet wound in a vain attempt to slow the bleeding.
"AAuuh! FUCK!" An involuntary wail ripped, resounding past my room echoing through the solid walls of the large infrastructure, the infinite surge of pain throwing my head upward surpassing my built up pain tolerance. "Medic, Arceus damn it!" I screamed unable to control the agony pulsing around my shoulder anymore. My frustration instantly detonated as my arm flew across the nightstand next to me, knocking off whatever objects from the makeshift piece of crap.
Entering this cramped up room was bad enough, but returning "home" from a drug deal gone wrong with a bent piece of lead imbedded in my shoulder as a war scar for my "honorable" fight was far worse. Overall, it's overwhelming, that being a major understatement, especially when the damn body armor overheats without warning during a gunfight becoming as useful as any long-sleeve shirt, allowing a bullet to pierce through.
To think I'd be used to it now! I mean come on? I've lived in this warehouse for over four months and now have three different bullet scars: one dead center on my abdomen, another on the right side of my chest, and the last on my lower thigh being my first, each holding a vibrant, painful memory now with a fourth new edition. It never ceases to amaze me for in all my life I never would've imagined I would live with bullet scars. Nearly each stale night I always wonder "how do I do it". How do I survive this damn job? I don't think there's ever been anything like this before; I'm a freak in a way. We've been running drugs, doing crummy drug deals, even at times escaping with fleeting feet from law enforcement, and worst of all killing people; well on the latter reference, at least those people were also bad, getting their hands on the drugs or intently causing misery and pain to innocent people, but was it always in human nature to cause suffering?
I can clearly remember my reluctance the first time I aimed my gun, seeing the black in the frightful eyes from a thug tremble and shimmer in the dark of the ware house, hesitating to pull that trigger back to end a life before me, whether it was a good or bad one. I didn't know where the lines were drawn, but I had to cross them in the end. Juggernaut forced me to kill a man that had threatened to kill us at night. Needless to say, I shoved any possibilities of impending consequences aside and eased back the trigger, feeling the firm recoil jerk at my wrists. The sick act of murder couldn't be reversed now. It'd left shivers to course through what felt like my brittling form as I grew sick to my stomach from guilt. I swear, time had slowed and drifted in what felt like the most surreal moment of my life. Juggernaut thoughtlessly left me where unnerving shakes kept me up that night. The thoughts that lingered felt like shit; time felt extended to make the feeling last, permanently implanting the image of a fallen person before the sight of my pistol. To top it off, Celsius, who witnessed it all, took it worst as we huddled each other for support on the bed. And as scary as it sounds... it no longer bothers us.
Now I'm used to killing bad people; it's no longer a sick thought to me as fucked up as it sounds. Celsius is also used to witnessing me doing it along with committing the act herself if she has to. On the other hand thankfully, I have never killed a pokémon, and I don't ever plan on doing it; that's a pale thought in my head. Argh, it makes me sick thinking about the thought of getting forced to do that! See, pokémon mind their own business and hunt to feed, but because they're vulnerable from the binding orders of a corrupted trainer, they become bad if corrupted by that trainer; like soldiers obeying orders from a commanding officer. People can harm other people with little to no regrets for heartless reasons with little influence, so they deserve to be killed in defense. I can never harm a pokémon, but the people we encounter in deals carry pokémon guards with them all the time and use them like disposable tools. Fortunately, when we do encounter pokémon, I would simply command Celsius to use non lethal attacks to knock out the pokémon that threaten us while using lethal attacks to kill nearby gunmen, then I would run over to the person that spawned the pokémon, and then break the pokéball releasing the pokémon from the mental bond the ball created. Unfortunately though, sometimes Celsius will get overwhelmed so she has to kill a few pokémon, but I can't blame her even though it disgusts me. After all it's not the pokemons' fault; it's the trainers' fault. A good thing about Celsius is that her species is fast enough to evade gunfire from far away, and sometimes people will just ignore her all together and leave pokémon up to her, but if there are too many threats I have to shield her.
Just like today, most of the deals would go wrong, but somehow, and remarkably, we came out alive as always which every day I see as a miracle and live the next with what feels like a blessed fresh breath of air. Cops would sometimes pursue us, but Juggernaut's Ditto would morph into one of our bodies and trick them. It works all the time. It's funny though, it's impossible for any kid my age to do this kind of stuff because they can't cope with the trauma or pain, right? Even Juggernaut, in his sick way, knows this, and it's for this reason he needs to have me around. He treats me like shit then says if I leave him I'll die out there. So how can I do all of this and survive?
I tossed my body armor to the side, hearing the soft thud of it landing in the corner of the room. I patiently waited for Ditto to treat my wound. I have to be more careful next time and not stand out in the open for too long or else my armor will overheat. Why didn't I just wait for it to cool back down and harden? Whatever, it occasionally happens.
Casting a stare across the room to the wall adjacent, I began to lose myself in thought. One thought was what does my family think about me and Celsius now, if they are really watching from above, which has been reoccurring over the past grueling months. Am I doing the right thing? I can never find out.... Another thought is that the promise I made to Riolu was tauros shit to her! All I have to remember the group by is the piece of cloth Gardevoir gave me to pack my food. I greatly appreciate this cloth even though it's just a piece of her fabric. I always carry this white and green material everywhere I go whether it's in my pocket or wrapped like a handkerchief around my right ankle because it comforts me to know that I should stay alive and be reunited with them one day. It's the one piece that gives me faith and the rejuvenating thought of a peaceful family that I had; the two individual families I am a part of whether they're with me or not. I always think about them and then feel miserable from shame; abandoning Riolu, Ralts, Gardevoir, and Lucario without truly saying good bye. That's why I don't believe in promises anymore; they are there to be made then broken. A promise is no more than an assumption to me now, or better, a lie. My dad promised me his return; he never came back. I promised Riolu my return; I never came back...
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I sobbed to myself, still slumped forward in unnerving anguish.
Ditto glided formlessly into the room repeating dit and ditto a couple of times pointing to the medical supplies on the vanity across the room next the entrance way.
I nodded signaling Ditto to morph appendages to remove the bullet and stitch up my wound. His shapeless form oozed over to the medical supplies grabbing medical pliers and stitching supplies before making his way to my back. I sat straight up, readying myself for the intense pain.
He signaled me that he was about to start.
"Do I ever brace myself?" I asked sarcastically.
I tensed up from the immense fear of the searing pain that I was about to feel. This is something I probably will never get used to. Trembling beyond my limit, I felt something enter my wound causing me to grunt and contort in queasiness trying to hold in my cries while my fingers helplessly clenched up clumps of the blanket around my hands. I felt the burning intensity resonate within my body but it was almost over now. Just don't think of those silver clamps parting my flesh, just don't think about that! I gritted my teeth and grasped the fabric around me tighter for support as the pliers searching for the metal fragment dug deep into the unwelcomed cavity. After fifteen long hellish seconds Ditto finally pulled out the fragment. He cleaned out the wound and began sewing it close. I'm used to the needle stabbing through my skin so I sat there waiting for the work to be done. It's the damn pliers that disgust me; he fucks up in operation...
Celsius quickly walked into the room, her expression showing concern. From the way I must've looked, it would be safe to assume that pain was painted clearly on my distorted face. "Are you better?" she worried.
"Yeah, fine now," I spoke weakly, wearing a false smile, trying to hide the pain from her. "Why in the hell did Juggernaut need you? I thought we were done for the day?"
"Juggernaut said that we'll be going to retrieve the 'delicate package' tomorrow evening that the men from today mentioned. He must have interrogated one of them because he knows the exact location of the drugs, if he's even correct," she stated informatively, "He told me to tell you...calling us freaks for being able to understand each other in the process, punk ass."
"Great, that asshole never cares about my health. It's probably just another death trap waiting to happen."
From the months I've been here, Celsius and I have been abused badly. I protect him with my life, and what he does in return is neglect us and give us small amounts of nourishment. I just want to fucking kill him so badly! I'd rather shoot him myself instead of calling Child Care Services.
Celsius walked over placing her hand on my good shoulder. "We must do our duties no matter how painful it gets though," she explained with a wink. I lightly smirked from knowing what that meant. When she winks, it means she's tauros shitting our loyalty and we only do that around Juggernaut or Ditto. Her thoughts about Juggernaut match mine. We both hate him with a cold blooded passion. "He says that there's a large semi truck carrying a trailer load of cocaine, and he wants them in his storage at the Petalburg docks."
"Wow that sounds like a ton! If he's right then other gangs will know that's worth more than all three of our lives combined. Does he really fucking expect me to take another bullet, Dialga!" I yelled, agitated by this task. Celsius lowered her head from my stress relieving cursing. I rested my head on my hands in a slump matter, hearing Ditto finally leave the room after my wound was completely treated. Frustration empowering me, I lied back on the bed with my hands still planted to my face, sighed heavily, and then stared at the ceiling as I knew Celsius helplessly remained next to the bed.
"Look, I know that Juggernaut has been a total asshole to us since day one, but please try not to think so much about all of this," Celsius spoke as she rubbed my shoulder.
"He's more than an asshole, he's our fucking enemy. I try to bear with his attitude, but my mind is about to blow. How stupid could I be? Why did I choose for us to stay here?" I let out another sigh. "I'm sorry that we have been going through so much these past few months. I feel like such a bad pokémon trainer."
"No you're not! You have taken great care of me my whole life. Now you're trying your hardest to do it. You always brought me up whenever I was down, and now it's my turn to cheer you up but I can't... I can't find the words to do it, Master. It's hard, I'm sorry."
I made a chuckle at her effort. She's so loyal to me; damn, I love her for it. "Don't be sorry. You just being by my side through this is all I need to be cheered up. Thank you so much for being such a good friend; you're all I have left, Celsius."
"...My pleasure, if only I could do more. This'll all pay off one day," she finally smiled contently.
I got up and walked over to the dirty vanity in the room and looked at myself in the mirror. The murky, grainy reflection failed to block what has noticeably changed about me. I'm not the happy, lucky kid anymore. I'm now constantly pissed off from the abuse and guilt I keep receiving, which in return has literally permanently plastered an intimidating, pissed off look across my features. My youthful appearance equalizes the intimating anger I show to others though, but that is until they oddly notice a gun within my palms. I know my facial expression now always looks aggressive, even if I try to smile I still look intimidating, horrific even when comparing to a horror film, but then again there's no reason to smile anymore. When ever we go to a drug meet I always hear comments about my expression since it's rare to see a child with a gun that's able to make a couple thugs think twice before double crossing Juggernaut. My appearance never fazes an adult thug initially, it stirs a couple of chuckles at the most, but once things get ugly they soon see how serious Celsius and I are in our surreal abilities. I just constantly look serious now whether I eat, sleep, or brush my teeth, just about any time of the day. My eyes seem to show anger all the time as I incidentally keep them pressed down with a light frown, but I don't always mean it towards other people. It's now a habit.
Plus, Celsius told me that over the months she's noticed that I'm quieter than normal, frustrated, and constantly down where she called it hopelessness and depression. She wants to help me because she said it's not healthy to be depressed at such a young age, but then again, I have a lot of traits that I shouldn't have yet.
It's just sometimes now I feel like... dying. I got Celsius and myself in deep shit, and we never know when it'll end. She frantically sobbed for hours once I mentioned that I didn't want to live anymore. Never would I have known that I could feel anymore worse than what I was already feeling at that moment, but making my pokémon nearly wail so uncontrollably like she had done that night just tore at my psyche like no other pain had before; not a gunshot, not some pliers spreading open a flesh wound, not even a broken promise had ever hurt more than that night. And because nothing could compare to what I felt, I told her that for her I will make sure she remains alongside me as my one true family member. I won't ever die, I will never feel like dying, for if I die I am worthless to her and she can't use my protection. I didn't tell her like that, but that's the idea I adopted. Luckily, it's one of my motivations along with our only goal in life that kept me from blowing my brains out months ago.
Still looking at the mirror, what changed most about my appearance though was my hair. The black strands grew to the back of my neck, covered up my ears, and draped a little over my eyes but I never bothered cutting it myself. It may help change my identity anyways because I may never know if the Mafia is truly searching for me. What's uplifting though is that Celsius seems to admire my new hair style, says it reminds her of some fighting pokémon. I didn't like it at first, but I got used to it overtime.
"You okay Master?" Celsius pondered behind me, snapping me out of my long train of thoughts.
"Yeah, fine." The sight of me staring at the mirror must've worried her, but the image I see in the mirror bothers me. I feel like a freak of human nature honestly with every person sharing a whisper behind my back at all drug meets. They are the only people I see now, so they're the only beacon of my self-image; far different I am. Looking at the mirror once more I noticed a new radical change... Something was up with one of my eyes. Blinking once I looked closer, moving up to the mirror to see I was right! Gasping, I saw that my left pupil and the very outer rim of my eye color was faintly colored light blue but my right was fine, still having a black pupil and brown iris! What the hell? "Celsius, come look at this!"
My combusken companion got up and quickly looked at where I was pointing. "What the hell! Y-your eye!" she freaked.
"Yeah, it's blue! What's wrong with it!" I almost panicked from seeing her freak out.
"I mean, it's not even like your eye color even changed entirely; your pupil is covered! Can you still see out of that eye? Is your vision bad?" she questioned, still looking closely at my left eye.
"No, it's still good-"
"Your eye color is not what changed though, they're still brown mostly. It's mainly your pupils! It's like you have a cataract... but you can still see?" She still freaked but more in astonishment, "That's it, how many claws am I holding up?" she told as she held up her three claws.
"Three..."
"No, two. See something's wrong!"
"You can barely even bend one claw at a time, that's not fair! They were all mostly straight up." Deciding to ignore it for now, I laid back on the bed scooting close to the wall. "Just forget about it. I can still see, and I'm not in pain, that's all that matters."
"But Master, I think that's caused from your stress..."
"I don't care right now. Can we just please forget about it, Celsius? Just relax, please." From the expression she made, I could tell she saw past my words, glanced deep into my unstable thoughts, and noted that I was in no mood to complicate things. I didn't want her to worry too much about me. I'm always down not giving a damn about anything anymore, especially myself. Celsius is the only one very important in my life, so why should I make her stress even more?
"What are we going do for the rest of the evening? Just sleep as usual to wade out the time... and your eye," she pointed out before climbing on the bed to lie near the edge.
I turned to face the wall beside me. "Yeah, same shit... unless if you have something planned, we're basically in a prison cell right now," I stated, becoming very impatient, "And please, please quit worrying about my eye."
"Good point...," I heard her beak lowly sigh, "Sorry, Master, didn't mean to irritate you."
Arceus fuck...didn't even notice I sounded irritated. "You didn't do anything wrong," I responded with an exasperated sigh, "You're the best pokémon anyone could ever wish to have, and I mean it." I calmed myself back down as fast I had gotten aggravated with her nagging.
From this I felt her turn causing me to twist around to see she began tearing up. I had no idea why, I mean I always complement her. "Please, don't be so depressed all the time," she choked, seeing her pain rush down her face to darken the sheets... and my heart in fact, "It hurts me to see you so down about every thing." She still lied there facing me with worried, teary eyes. "I understand this is all very hard to bear with, but do you know how bad it hurts... when a pokémon sees that their master is never happy anymore? I guess... when Gardevoir told me about how Ralts was always down, It's...it's like a parent and their offspring..." she sobbed.
In return, I did the daring by scooting up to her to cradle her, rubbing the back of her neck to calm her down, but to no avail. Feeling my arms up to each individual finger brush along her temperate feathers nearly had me pull her in as tight as possible for my own comfort as I almost, almost broke down at that moment. Does she know how bad it hurts when a friend sees their pokémon friend is never happy, especially when they're unhappy because of their own trainer? The normally relaxed Celsius is now showing signs of depression too. When will our chance come to get out of this? What if I did decide to end this...right now... just kill us both because this all hurts so fucking much to bear? No, no, no! Damn it, I can't think that way, fuck, fuck, Fuck!
I cradled her closer to me, closer than ever before in her new form. What is wrong with me right now! I have to fight these sick thoughts! Celsius can't bear to see me dead, and I can't kill her, she's the only family I have at present. At least I'll keep one Arceus damn promise to myself, and it's the last and only promise I'll ever make again: Destroy the people that killed my family!
Celsius continued to cry and quake in my arms as I tried to soothe her now that I felt a little more positive. However, I felt so horrible for causing her to cry the way she was right now. I waited until she fell asleep. I still kept her warmth beside me where I felt sleepy too from the emotional strength used tonight. It's highly rare for us to sleep this close to each other now that her form matured into a combusken with the slighter frame of a female.
Within the second night after she evolved, I decided to sleep away from her planting myself against the wall to give her more space, and since then it's become habitual of me to do that for her comfort. What used to be nights where she slept in my arms was all ended by me. Yes, I sure did miss those times of feeling her heated feathers smother my arms and chest. Though now, she wasn't fighting me at all even though I felt like I was invading her space. Her arms were around my back, just gently gripping there with her talons, but enough to keep me connected with her. Instead of feeling warmth around just my chest like what I was used to, now I felt her all the way down to my ankles, her head resting on my chest where I felt her glowing breaths brush against me, chest and waist around my waist, and knees intertwined within mine as she slept. It didn't matter tonight, she needed me to hold her; I needed her to hold me. It was nice to feel this again when we needed it the most.
While waiting for Juggernaut's orders, I would lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling all day. Nothing to do, but wait for neglect. From yesterday's sleeping schedule, I woke up early in the morning and now waited for him to be ready for our errand. I got up to wash, but that was it. Celsius also stared up at the ceiling alongside me since pokémon feel what their trainers or owners feel. Staring at the brown water stains on the worn down ceiling, and thinking about dumb mistakes would surprisingly kill time. I'm always ready to go in a minutes notice. Maybe this is why I'm so depressed: I think too damn much and always ask myself questions that can never be answered. Guess I'm like a thinker now but without a positive perspective.
"Is that all you two fuckin' do all day! Just stare up at the wall, huh? C'mon, we got shit to do." Juggernaut woke me up from my musings as he was finally ready for today.
We both got up and walked out of the room. I turned the corner but was surprised by searing pain as Juggernaut gripped my hair and threw me to the floor. Catching myself, I glared up at him with the serious pissed off look in my eyes intensified where I could feel the tension build up. Now what!
"You lucky I saved your asses that day or you'd be out there struggling for some dinner right now. Well you always eat half the damn fridge, so now you got to pay back and get this package safely to storage with me. We can't fuck up; this is the most important run you'll probably ever get."
Yeah, okay. You're lucky that we even found you. There have been countless times that we have saved your ass, and you look at it like its nothing. Arceus damn it; I wish I could say what I was thinking right now! Oh, and Celsius and I eat because we work ourselves to death to keep our strength.
Trying so hard to fight the urge to pull out my MAC-10 on his dumb ass, we walked out of the warehouse to his truck. The time of day was dusk but I took the shitty scenery for granted and just walked to the pickup with Celsius. The pickup truck, probably stolen, supplied illegal weapons in the back that's supposed to be for the following drug deals. From the looks of this mission, we might have to use them for the first time. Ditto turned into a red stream of light and was pulled into his pokéball as Juggernaut returned him.
"I should've mother fuckin' bought you a pokéball. I hate it when tools are left out damn it! Too much space taken up, especially if they scorch up the fucking seats!" he yelled lighting up a cigarette.
Whoa, what did you say? "Pokémon can fucking think like people too, probably think a lot more logically than you!" I blurted. Celsius was growling uncontrollably in support until he swiped his fist in a hook across her face. Celsius cried out and that was when I almost lost control myself, but we both knew that this man must stay alive until we meet the Don. Celsius stumbled back where I caught her as she wiped the spit from her beak. "It's fuckers like you that make me sick to be human," I seethed almost inaudibly as he got in the truck.
With Celsius still in my hold wearing a smirk as she chuckled it made me strongly feel the belief that pokémon can entertain compassionate thoughts as easily and as readily as people, so everyone should fucking learn they have a place on this earth too! If it wasn't for the fact Juggernaut was the key to the Don's corpse, Celsius and I would've shot his knees and left him to die long ago. Arceus, I hate it when I can't defend her or myself. I held Celsius closely, actually trying to protect her from Juggernaut as I tucked her close to my side. From now on Juggernaut will be the only person in the whole world to get away with hurting my pokémon, but he'll pay for it one day.
Upon arrival to the location of the semi truck, we searched carefully and found no one guarding the trailer that would cause an ambush. The first time something was left alone; way too suspicious and we both knew it. The trailer was in a sizable lot where several dozens of other trailers and cabins were parked. Juggernaut remembered the description of the cabin, so as soon as we found it, we opened up the large white trailer to find the whole entire space taken up by packaged cocaine bricks! I've been in many drug deals and with this amount of weight combined we're practically standing in front of a mansion with possibly several exotic cars, private jets, and butlers! Arceus, if we're caught with this we'll be in a whole new world of muk shit.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in the truck! Fucking Palkia, always slow on shit. And keep Celsius in the back to find any suspicious things like cameras, audio bugs; can't get the feds up our asses on this one."
Celsius got in while I proceeded to the large cabin. The door was locked, but Juggernaut ordered Celsius to kick the window in. Having no choice but to follow his order, she leapt several feet into the air and kicked in the window on my side. I then reached in to unlock the door. I climbed into the light blue cabin and from what Juggernaut had taught me I hot wired the truck. He taught me other things too, but I might not have to use those skills later on...hopefully. Celsius walked around the back and into the trailer. Hope the smell won't get to her. Once Juggernaut closed and locked up the trailer with Celsius in it I unlocked the driver's side to let him in as I buckled up. He switched gears then began pulling out of the depot. Destination: the storage in the docks connecting to routes 104 and Petalburg City. This is going to be a five and a half hour long trip down Intercity 104.
We passed through Petalburg Woods eventually, the highway cutting directly through the forest dozens of miles away from the trainer route. Arceus, it's difficult for me to come back here now... Well, I can't keep promises anymore. Now that I failed Riolu and Ralts, how can I promise anyone else anything? That's why I vowed to stop making promises since I don't trust them myself; if I fail a promise I feel like I'm lying to the person, or pokémon, that I made that promise to. I couldn't care if it's important because I can't guaranty that I'll return promises. I was so upset from letting them both down, and I was supposed to be a boy of my words...
It was hours into the ride and completely dark out. The only thing that was keeping me up was the scenery of Petalburg Woods. The road even cut right through the thickest, densest area of the forest as I stared at the beautiful vegetation within my panoramic view. The pokémon out there were either sleeping or hunting depending on their type. I hope this road didn't cause too much deforestation issues destroying their habitat. If I could become a trainer...wow, I would be out on that route somewhere camping out with Celsius and the pokémon that I would capture and befriend on the way. Hoenn in my opinion has some of the best pokémon, of all my favorite pokémon in the world most of them are from Hoenn from flygon, to zangoose, to especially absol, to sceptile, and of course blaziken, as well as salamence, gardevoir, and... so much more I couldn't even remember. But now, I think that dream would be impossible for me to-
"How're you doin', Jon?" Juggernaut had spoken which got me out of my daze.
"Fine, just trying to stay awake."
"Just sleep. You might need the energy." He was silent before saying some words of lies, "Oh, and thanks for protecting my ass on this one. I know I never showed or said it but you remind me of my nephew, a loyal kid I watched over."
"Welcome," I replied as calmly as I could, and I could care less about his past.
Pure tauros shit! When ever you apologize or say thanks you never ever mean it. You only do that in missions so I won't sneak up behind you and blow your head off. Man I wish, I absolutely wish I could say that loud and clearly!
Around twenty minutes remained in this ride, and so far there hadn't been anyone following us. I chose to doze off and block out what ever Juggernaut had to say. I shut my lids to rest and lied on the door. Now resting up I only wondered if Celsius was okay back there for the hundredth time on this ride. Was she awake, asleep, or sick back there?
Half asleep and in worry I still thought about how she was doing. She really held me tight last night. I know she worries greatly about me, but wow, never knew she would accept my hold like that. To be honest, I'm glad she slept within my embrace. For once in months I felt very happy because during her sleep she nuzzled my shoulder and cheek affectionately every other minute. It was absolutely heartwarming to see her stir lightly and mumble a couple of cute cries too, and in all still cuddle me close. She held me pretty firm too! Hopefully it wasn't a bad dream that had her clutch me close and stir against me. Glad she nuzzled my shoulder for support either way. Imagining that mild feeling of her cheek against my shoulder, a ticklish one, the imagination almost felt completely authentic as I lied against the door. Something felt odd though as it wasn't a warm feeling but something close to slithering up my clavicle. That was when I violently flinched into full awareness from the startling touch, looking over my shoulder to make sure nothing was really touching me.
"Dream?" Juggernaut inquired.
"Yeah...I think?"
I tapped around that area, checking for whatever did that. Damn it; probably was just my head playing tricks with me. Retracting my arm back I felt my fingers glide along a smooth, almost slick like texture. Questioning myself, I turned around again this time only to feel that same exact texture coil around my neck. I yelled in surprise as my body was firmly pulled back against the head rest of my seat, feeling my wind pipe collapse suffocating me! I left everything that was happening presently behind me mentally once I was hit with extreme confusion and panic from the unexpected wake up call. Feeling around my neck I felt a slick tether wrapped tightly around my throat and soon I felt more of the tethers coil and grip at my wrists to pull them towards my sides. The rope kept tugging me back forcibly against the head rest further crushing my source of air as I could barely fight back! Frantically, I looked at my side mirror and found a purple figure faintly illuminate under each light pole we passed. A tangela was using Vine Whip to choke me out, and it was tough to break out of! Looking around I began reaching out to hit and warn Juggernaut, quickly trying to get his attention.
Barely managing to twist my head, I caught that Juggernaut was getting strangled too! I was losing oxygen fast trying to grab the vines around my wrists, but I was losing energy as each fleeting second became more fatal. The giant semi began swerving out of control as Juggernaut tried to free himself. Terrified, I tried to counter the vines, like countering a sitting headlock, but I couldn't get a hold of the pokémon as my wrists were still caught.
"Shoot it Jon!" he gagged, "Sh-sh... fucking shoot it!"
As much as I wanted to pull out my machine pistol, I couldn't bring myself to shoot the pokémon. I'm not staining my hands in pokémon blood! Damn it, if only Celsius was here, she could take care of this!
To Be Continued
From here on out there will be blood and lots of it. The first volume is intended to be violent anyways. Read and Review y'all!
Intercity- Interstate
Stumbling in faintly through this bare warehouse, I felt the irritant urge to reach for my right shoulder. Slowly the tips of my weary fingers inched towards the numb spot like a stiffening spinarak. Reluctantly, I pressed down lightly on a thick fabric patch covering that area only to be shot with extreme soreness that soon rooted all over my back. Slamming my eyes shut, my entire body violently tensed with my fists clenched shut damped in sweat as I fought hard to keep my pain held in. Damn it, the wound felt better untouched! I continued to drag my exhausted feet through the dim, cold concrete space and into the room I slept in each night, a narrow, tight storage room. The very same bed still remained in that cold, dull space from those four long months ago where I'd awoken to first lay my eyes on Celsius's newly evolved form, the powerful combusken with the apparent finer build of the female sex that any trainer and breeder could note. I remember that moment very well; completely relieved we had survived that fight as I became lost within her new appearance, highly proud and flattered as well of what she became. But, it was also that moment in time four months ago that we regrettably saved Juggernaut from getting killed, and I won't ever forgive myself for making that irrational decision. My naivety now had Celsius and me neck deep in a world of shit. I sat on the little twin mattress next to the wall of the far side of the room and once again tried to apply pressure over my bullet wound in a vain attempt to slow the bleeding.
"AAuuh! FUCK!" An involuntary wail ripped, resounding past my room echoing through the solid walls of the large infrastructure, the infinite surge of pain throwing my head upward surpassing my built up pain tolerance. "Medic, Arceus damn it!" I screamed unable to control the agony pulsing around my shoulder anymore. My frustration instantly detonated as my arm flew across the nightstand next to me, knocking off whatever objects from the makeshift piece of crap.
Entering this cramped up room was bad enough, but returning "home" from a drug deal gone wrong with a bent piece of lead imbedded in my shoulder as a war scar for my "honorable" fight was far worse. Overall, it's overwhelming, that being a major understatement, especially when the damn body armor overheats without warning during a gunfight becoming as useful as any long-sleeve shirt, allowing a bullet to pierce through.
To think I'd be used to it now! I mean come on? I've lived in this warehouse for over four months and now have three different bullet scars: one dead center on my abdomen, another on the right side of my chest, and the last on my lower thigh being my first, each holding a vibrant, painful memory now with a fourth new edition. It never ceases to amaze me for in all my life I never would've imagined I would live with bullet scars. Nearly each stale night I always wonder "how do I do it". How do I survive this damn job? I don't think there's ever been anything like this before; I'm a freak in a way. We've been running drugs, doing crummy drug deals, even at times escaping with fleeting feet from law enforcement, and worst of all killing people; well on the latter reference, at least those people were also bad, getting their hands on the drugs or intently causing misery and pain to innocent people, but was it always in human nature to cause suffering?
I can clearly remember my reluctance the first time I aimed my gun, seeing the black in the frightful eyes from a thug tremble and shimmer in the dark of the ware house, hesitating to pull that trigger back to end a life before me, whether it was a good or bad one. I didn't know where the lines were drawn, but I had to cross them in the end. Juggernaut forced me to kill a man that had threatened to kill us at night. Needless to say, I shoved any possibilities of impending consequences aside and eased back the trigger, feeling the firm recoil jerk at my wrists. The sick act of murder couldn't be reversed now. It'd left shivers to course through what felt like my brittling form as I grew sick to my stomach from guilt. I swear, time had slowed and drifted in what felt like the most surreal moment of my life. Juggernaut thoughtlessly left me where unnerving shakes kept me up that night. The thoughts that lingered felt like shit; time felt extended to make the feeling last, permanently implanting the image of a fallen person before the sight of my pistol. To top it off, Celsius, who witnessed it all, took it worst as we huddled each other for support on the bed. And as scary as it sounds... it no longer bothers us.
Now I'm used to killing bad people; it's no longer a sick thought to me as fucked up as it sounds. Celsius is also used to witnessing me doing it along with committing the act herself if she has to. On the other hand thankfully, I have never killed a pokémon, and I don't ever plan on doing it; that's a pale thought in my head. Argh, it makes me sick thinking about the thought of getting forced to do that! See, pokémon mind their own business and hunt to feed, but because they're vulnerable from the binding orders of a corrupted trainer, they become bad if corrupted by that trainer; like soldiers obeying orders from a commanding officer. People can harm other people with little to no regrets for heartless reasons with little influence, so they deserve to be killed in defense. I can never harm a pokémon, but the people we encounter in deals carry pokémon guards with them all the time and use them like disposable tools. Fortunately, when we do encounter pokémon, I would simply command Celsius to use non lethal attacks to knock out the pokémon that threaten us while using lethal attacks to kill nearby gunmen, then I would run over to the person that spawned the pokémon, and then break the pokéball releasing the pokémon from the mental bond the ball created. Unfortunately though, sometimes Celsius will get overwhelmed so she has to kill a few pokémon, but I can't blame her even though it disgusts me. After all it's not the pokemons' fault; it's the trainers' fault. A good thing about Celsius is that her species is fast enough to evade gunfire from far away, and sometimes people will just ignore her all together and leave pokémon up to her, but if there are too many threats I have to shield her.
Just like today, most of the deals would go wrong, but somehow, and remarkably, we came out alive as always which every day I see as a miracle and live the next with what feels like a blessed fresh breath of air. Cops would sometimes pursue us, but Juggernaut's Ditto would morph into one of our bodies and trick them. It works all the time. It's funny though, it's impossible for any kid my age to do this kind of stuff because they can't cope with the trauma or pain, right? Even Juggernaut, in his sick way, knows this, and it's for this reason he needs to have me around. He treats me like shit then says if I leave him I'll die out there. So how can I do all of this and survive?
I tossed my body armor to the side, hearing the soft thud of it landing in the corner of the room. I patiently waited for Ditto to treat my wound. I have to be more careful next time and not stand out in the open for too long or else my armor will overheat. Why didn't I just wait for it to cool back down and harden? Whatever, it occasionally happens.
Casting a stare across the room to the wall adjacent, I began to lose myself in thought. One thought was what does my family think about me and Celsius now, if they are really watching from above, which has been reoccurring over the past grueling months. Am I doing the right thing? I can never find out.... Another thought is that the promise I made to Riolu was tauros shit to her! All I have to remember the group by is the piece of cloth Gardevoir gave me to pack my food. I greatly appreciate this cloth even though it's just a piece of her fabric. I always carry this white and green material everywhere I go whether it's in my pocket or wrapped like a handkerchief around my right ankle because it comforts me to know that I should stay alive and be reunited with them one day. It's the one piece that gives me faith and the rejuvenating thought of a peaceful family that I had; the two individual families I am a part of whether they're with me or not. I always think about them and then feel miserable from shame; abandoning Riolu, Ralts, Gardevoir, and Lucario without truly saying good bye. That's why I don't believe in promises anymore; they are there to be made then broken. A promise is no more than an assumption to me now, or better, a lie. My dad promised me his return; he never came back. I promised Riolu my return; I never came back...
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I sobbed to myself, still slumped forward in unnerving anguish.
Ditto glided formlessly into the room repeating dit and ditto a couple of times pointing to the medical supplies on the vanity across the room next the entrance way.
I nodded signaling Ditto to morph appendages to remove the bullet and stitch up my wound. His shapeless form oozed over to the medical supplies grabbing medical pliers and stitching supplies before making his way to my back. I sat straight up, readying myself for the intense pain.
He signaled me that he was about to start.
"Do I ever brace myself?" I asked sarcastically.
I tensed up from the immense fear of the searing pain that I was about to feel. This is something I probably will never get used to. Trembling beyond my limit, I felt something enter my wound causing me to grunt and contort in queasiness trying to hold in my cries while my fingers helplessly clenched up clumps of the blanket around my hands. I felt the burning intensity resonate within my body but it was almost over now. Just don't think of those silver clamps parting my flesh, just don't think about that! I gritted my teeth and grasped the fabric around me tighter for support as the pliers searching for the metal fragment dug deep into the unwelcomed cavity. After fifteen long hellish seconds Ditto finally pulled out the fragment. He cleaned out the wound and began sewing it close. I'm used to the needle stabbing through my skin so I sat there waiting for the work to be done. It's the damn pliers that disgust me; he fucks up in operation...
Celsius quickly walked into the room, her expression showing concern. From the way I must've looked, it would be safe to assume that pain was painted clearly on my distorted face. "Are you better?" she worried.
"Yeah, fine now," I spoke weakly, wearing a false smile, trying to hide the pain from her. "Why in the hell did Juggernaut need you? I thought we were done for the day?"
"Juggernaut said that we'll be going to retrieve the 'delicate package' tomorrow evening that the men from today mentioned. He must have interrogated one of them because he knows the exact location of the drugs, if he's even correct," she stated informatively, "He told me to tell you...calling us freaks for being able to understand each other in the process, punk ass."
"Great, that asshole never cares about my health. It's probably just another death trap waiting to happen."
From the months I've been here, Celsius and I have been abused badly. I protect him with my life, and what he does in return is neglect us and give us small amounts of nourishment. I just want to fucking kill him so badly! I'd rather shoot him myself instead of calling Child Care Services.
Celsius walked over placing her hand on my good shoulder. "We must do our duties no matter how painful it gets though," she explained with a wink. I lightly smirked from knowing what that meant. When she winks, it means she's tauros shitting our loyalty and we only do that around Juggernaut or Ditto. Her thoughts about Juggernaut match mine. We both hate him with a cold blooded passion. "He says that there's a large semi truck carrying a trailer load of cocaine, and he wants them in his storage at the Petalburg docks."
"Wow that sounds like a ton! If he's right then other gangs will know that's worth more than all three of our lives combined. Does he really fucking expect me to take another bullet, Dialga!" I yelled, agitated by this task. Celsius lowered her head from my stress relieving cursing. I rested my head on my hands in a slump matter, hearing Ditto finally leave the room after my wound was completely treated. Frustration empowering me, I lied back on the bed with my hands still planted to my face, sighed heavily, and then stared at the ceiling as I knew Celsius helplessly remained next to the bed.
"Look, I know that Juggernaut has been a total asshole to us since day one, but please try not to think so much about all of this," Celsius spoke as she rubbed my shoulder.
"He's more than an asshole, he's our fucking enemy. I try to bear with his attitude, but my mind is about to blow. How stupid could I be? Why did I choose for us to stay here?" I let out another sigh. "I'm sorry that we have been going through so much these past few months. I feel like such a bad pokémon trainer."
"No you're not! You have taken great care of me my whole life. Now you're trying your hardest to do it. You always brought me up whenever I was down, and now it's my turn to cheer you up but I can't... I can't find the words to do it, Master. It's hard, I'm sorry."
I made a chuckle at her effort. She's so loyal to me; damn, I love her for it. "Don't be sorry. You just being by my side through this is all I need to be cheered up. Thank you so much for being such a good friend; you're all I have left, Celsius."
"...My pleasure, if only I could do more. This'll all pay off one day," she finally smiled contently.
I got up and walked over to the dirty vanity in the room and looked at myself in the mirror. The murky, grainy reflection failed to block what has noticeably changed about me. I'm not the happy, lucky kid anymore. I'm now constantly pissed off from the abuse and guilt I keep receiving, which in return has literally permanently plastered an intimidating, pissed off look across my features. My youthful appearance equalizes the intimating anger I show to others though, but that is until they oddly notice a gun within my palms. I know my facial expression now always looks aggressive, even if I try to smile I still look intimidating, horrific even when comparing to a horror film, but then again there's no reason to smile anymore. When ever we go to a drug meet I always hear comments about my expression since it's rare to see a child with a gun that's able to make a couple thugs think twice before double crossing Juggernaut. My appearance never fazes an adult thug initially, it stirs a couple of chuckles at the most, but once things get ugly they soon see how serious Celsius and I are in our surreal abilities. I just constantly look serious now whether I eat, sleep, or brush my teeth, just about any time of the day. My eyes seem to show anger all the time as I incidentally keep them pressed down with a light frown, but I don't always mean it towards other people. It's now a habit.
Plus, Celsius told me that over the months she's noticed that I'm quieter than normal, frustrated, and constantly down where she called it hopelessness and depression. She wants to help me because she said it's not healthy to be depressed at such a young age, but then again, I have a lot of traits that I shouldn't have yet.
It's just sometimes now I feel like... dying. I got Celsius and myself in deep shit, and we never know when it'll end. She frantically sobbed for hours once I mentioned that I didn't want to live anymore. Never would I have known that I could feel anymore worse than what I was already feeling at that moment, but making my pokémon nearly wail so uncontrollably like she had done that night just tore at my psyche like no other pain had before; not a gunshot, not some pliers spreading open a flesh wound, not even a broken promise had ever hurt more than that night. And because nothing could compare to what I felt, I told her that for her I will make sure she remains alongside me as my one true family member. I won't ever die, I will never feel like dying, for if I die I am worthless to her and she can't use my protection. I didn't tell her like that, but that's the idea I adopted. Luckily, it's one of my motivations along with our only goal in life that kept me from blowing my brains out months ago.
Still looking at the mirror, what changed most about my appearance though was my hair. The black strands grew to the back of my neck, covered up my ears, and draped a little over my eyes but I never bothered cutting it myself. It may help change my identity anyways because I may never know if the Mafia is truly searching for me. What's uplifting though is that Celsius seems to admire my new hair style, says it reminds her of some fighting pokémon. I didn't like it at first, but I got used to it overtime.
"You okay Master?" Celsius pondered behind me, snapping me out of my long train of thoughts.
"Yeah, fine." The sight of me staring at the mirror must've worried her, but the image I see in the mirror bothers me. I feel like a freak of human nature honestly with every person sharing a whisper behind my back at all drug meets. They are the only people I see now, so they're the only beacon of my self-image; far different I am. Looking at the mirror once more I noticed a new radical change... Something was up with one of my eyes. Blinking once I looked closer, moving up to the mirror to see I was right! Gasping, I saw that my left pupil and the very outer rim of my eye color was faintly colored light blue but my right was fine, still having a black pupil and brown iris! What the hell? "Celsius, come look at this!"
My combusken companion got up and quickly looked at where I was pointing. "What the hell! Y-your eye!" she freaked.
"Yeah, it's blue! What's wrong with it!" I almost panicked from seeing her freak out.
"I mean, it's not even like your eye color even changed entirely; your pupil is covered! Can you still see out of that eye? Is your vision bad?" she questioned, still looking closely at my left eye.
"No, it's still good-"
"Your eye color is not what changed though, they're still brown mostly. It's mainly your pupils! It's like you have a cataract... but you can still see?" She still freaked but more in astonishment, "That's it, how many claws am I holding up?" she told as she held up her three claws.
"Three..."
"No, two. See something's wrong!"
"You can barely even bend one claw at a time, that's not fair! They were all mostly straight up." Deciding to ignore it for now, I laid back on the bed scooting close to the wall. "Just forget about it. I can still see, and I'm not in pain, that's all that matters."
"But Master, I think that's caused from your stress..."
"I don't care right now. Can we just please forget about it, Celsius? Just relax, please." From the expression she made, I could tell she saw past my words, glanced deep into my unstable thoughts, and noted that I was in no mood to complicate things. I didn't want her to worry too much about me. I'm always down not giving a damn about anything anymore, especially myself. Celsius is the only one very important in my life, so why should I make her stress even more?
"What are we going do for the rest of the evening? Just sleep as usual to wade out the time... and your eye," she pointed out before climbing on the bed to lie near the edge.
I turned to face the wall beside me. "Yeah, same shit... unless if you have something planned, we're basically in a prison cell right now," I stated, becoming very impatient, "And please, please quit worrying about my eye."
"Good point...," I heard her beak lowly sigh, "Sorry, Master, didn't mean to irritate you."
Arceus fuck...didn't even notice I sounded irritated. "You didn't do anything wrong," I responded with an exasperated sigh, "You're the best pokémon anyone could ever wish to have, and I mean it." I calmed myself back down as fast I had gotten aggravated with her nagging.
From this I felt her turn causing me to twist around to see she began tearing up. I had no idea why, I mean I always complement her. "Please, don't be so depressed all the time," she choked, seeing her pain rush down her face to darken the sheets... and my heart in fact, "It hurts me to see you so down about every thing." She still lied there facing me with worried, teary eyes. "I understand this is all very hard to bear with, but do you know how bad it hurts... when a pokémon sees that their master is never happy anymore? I guess... when Gardevoir told me about how Ralts was always down, It's...it's like a parent and their offspring..." she sobbed.
In return, I did the daring by scooting up to her to cradle her, rubbing the back of her neck to calm her down, but to no avail. Feeling my arms up to each individual finger brush along her temperate feathers nearly had me pull her in as tight as possible for my own comfort as I almost, almost broke down at that moment. Does she know how bad it hurts when a friend sees their pokémon friend is never happy, especially when they're unhappy because of their own trainer? The normally relaxed Celsius is now showing signs of depression too. When will our chance come to get out of this? What if I did decide to end this...right now... just kill us both because this all hurts so fucking much to bear? No, no, no! Damn it, I can't think that way, fuck, fuck, Fuck!
I cradled her closer to me, closer than ever before in her new form. What is wrong with me right now! I have to fight these sick thoughts! Celsius can't bear to see me dead, and I can't kill her, she's the only family I have at present. At least I'll keep one Arceus damn promise to myself, and it's the last and only promise I'll ever make again: Destroy the people that killed my family!
Celsius continued to cry and quake in my arms as I tried to soothe her now that I felt a little more positive. However, I felt so horrible for causing her to cry the way she was right now. I waited until she fell asleep. I still kept her warmth beside me where I felt sleepy too from the emotional strength used tonight. It's highly rare for us to sleep this close to each other now that her form matured into a combusken with the slighter frame of a female.
Within the second night after she evolved, I decided to sleep away from her planting myself against the wall to give her more space, and since then it's become habitual of me to do that for her comfort. What used to be nights where she slept in my arms was all ended by me. Yes, I sure did miss those times of feeling her heated feathers smother my arms and chest. Though now, she wasn't fighting me at all even though I felt like I was invading her space. Her arms were around my back, just gently gripping there with her talons, but enough to keep me connected with her. Instead of feeling warmth around just my chest like what I was used to, now I felt her all the way down to my ankles, her head resting on my chest where I felt her glowing breaths brush against me, chest and waist around my waist, and knees intertwined within mine as she slept. It didn't matter tonight, she needed me to hold her; I needed her to hold me. It was nice to feel this again when we needed it the most.
While waiting for Juggernaut's orders, I would lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling all day. Nothing to do, but wait for neglect. From yesterday's sleeping schedule, I woke up early in the morning and now waited for him to be ready for our errand. I got up to wash, but that was it. Celsius also stared up at the ceiling alongside me since pokémon feel what their trainers or owners feel. Staring at the brown water stains on the worn down ceiling, and thinking about dumb mistakes would surprisingly kill time. I'm always ready to go in a minutes notice. Maybe this is why I'm so depressed: I think too damn much and always ask myself questions that can never be answered. Guess I'm like a thinker now but without a positive perspective.
"Is that all you two fuckin' do all day! Just stare up at the wall, huh? C'mon, we got shit to do." Juggernaut woke me up from my musings as he was finally ready for today.
We both got up and walked out of the room. I turned the corner but was surprised by searing pain as Juggernaut gripped my hair and threw me to the floor. Catching myself, I glared up at him with the serious pissed off look in my eyes intensified where I could feel the tension build up. Now what!
"You lucky I saved your asses that day or you'd be out there struggling for some dinner right now. Well you always eat half the damn fridge, so now you got to pay back and get this package safely to storage with me. We can't fuck up; this is the most important run you'll probably ever get."
Yeah, okay. You're lucky that we even found you. There have been countless times that we have saved your ass, and you look at it like its nothing. Arceus damn it; I wish I could say what I was thinking right now! Oh, and Celsius and I eat because we work ourselves to death to keep our strength.
Trying so hard to fight the urge to pull out my MAC-10 on his dumb ass, we walked out of the warehouse to his truck. The time of day was dusk but I took the shitty scenery for granted and just walked to the pickup with Celsius. The pickup truck, probably stolen, supplied illegal weapons in the back that's supposed to be for the following drug deals. From the looks of this mission, we might have to use them for the first time. Ditto turned into a red stream of light and was pulled into his pokéball as Juggernaut returned him.
"I should've mother fuckin' bought you a pokéball. I hate it when tools are left out damn it! Too much space taken up, especially if they scorch up the fucking seats!" he yelled lighting up a cigarette.
Whoa, what did you say? "Pokémon can fucking think like people too, probably think a lot more logically than you!" I blurted. Celsius was growling uncontrollably in support until he swiped his fist in a hook across her face. Celsius cried out and that was when I almost lost control myself, but we both knew that this man must stay alive until we meet the Don. Celsius stumbled back where I caught her as she wiped the spit from her beak. "It's fuckers like you that make me sick to be human," I seethed almost inaudibly as he got in the truck.
With Celsius still in my hold wearing a smirk as she chuckled it made me strongly feel the belief that pokémon can entertain compassionate thoughts as easily and as readily as people, so everyone should fucking learn they have a place on this earth too! If it wasn't for the fact Juggernaut was the key to the Don's corpse, Celsius and I would've shot his knees and left him to die long ago. Arceus, I hate it when I can't defend her or myself. I held Celsius closely, actually trying to protect her from Juggernaut as I tucked her close to my side. From now on Juggernaut will be the only person in the whole world to get away with hurting my pokémon, but he'll pay for it one day.
Upon arrival to the location of the semi truck, we searched carefully and found no one guarding the trailer that would cause an ambush. The first time something was left alone; way too suspicious and we both knew it. The trailer was in a sizable lot where several dozens of other trailers and cabins were parked. Juggernaut remembered the description of the cabin, so as soon as we found it, we opened up the large white trailer to find the whole entire space taken up by packaged cocaine bricks! I've been in many drug deals and with this amount of weight combined we're practically standing in front of a mansion with possibly several exotic cars, private jets, and butlers! Arceus, if we're caught with this we'll be in a whole new world of muk shit.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in the truck! Fucking Palkia, always slow on shit. And keep Celsius in the back to find any suspicious things like cameras, audio bugs; can't get the feds up our asses on this one."
Celsius got in while I proceeded to the large cabin. The door was locked, but Juggernaut ordered Celsius to kick the window in. Having no choice but to follow his order, she leapt several feet into the air and kicked in the window on my side. I then reached in to unlock the door. I climbed into the light blue cabin and from what Juggernaut had taught me I hot wired the truck. He taught me other things too, but I might not have to use those skills later on...hopefully. Celsius walked around the back and into the trailer. Hope the smell won't get to her. Once Juggernaut closed and locked up the trailer with Celsius in it I unlocked the driver's side to let him in as I buckled up. He switched gears then began pulling out of the depot. Destination: the storage in the docks connecting to routes 104 and Petalburg City. This is going to be a five and a half hour long trip down Intercity 104.
We passed through Petalburg Woods eventually, the highway cutting directly through the forest dozens of miles away from the trainer route. Arceus, it's difficult for me to come back here now... Well, I can't keep promises anymore. Now that I failed Riolu and Ralts, how can I promise anyone else anything? That's why I vowed to stop making promises since I don't trust them myself; if I fail a promise I feel like I'm lying to the person, or pokémon, that I made that promise to. I couldn't care if it's important because I can't guaranty that I'll return promises. I was so upset from letting them both down, and I was supposed to be a boy of my words...
It was hours into the ride and completely dark out. The only thing that was keeping me up was the scenery of Petalburg Woods. The road even cut right through the thickest, densest area of the forest as I stared at the beautiful vegetation within my panoramic view. The pokémon out there were either sleeping or hunting depending on their type. I hope this road didn't cause too much deforestation issues destroying their habitat. If I could become a trainer...wow, I would be out on that route somewhere camping out with Celsius and the pokémon that I would capture and befriend on the way. Hoenn in my opinion has some of the best pokémon, of all my favorite pokémon in the world most of them are from Hoenn from flygon, to zangoose, to especially absol, to sceptile, and of course blaziken, as well as salamence, gardevoir, and... so much more I couldn't even remember. But now, I think that dream would be impossible for me to-
"How're you doin', Jon?" Juggernaut had spoken which got me out of my daze.
"Fine, just trying to stay awake."
"Just sleep. You might need the energy." He was silent before saying some words of lies, "Oh, and thanks for protecting my ass on this one. I know I never showed or said it but you remind me of my nephew, a loyal kid I watched over."
"Welcome," I replied as calmly as I could, and I could care less about his past.
Pure tauros shit! When ever you apologize or say thanks you never ever mean it. You only do that in missions so I won't sneak up behind you and blow your head off. Man I wish, I absolutely wish I could say that loud and clearly!
Around twenty minutes remained in this ride, and so far there hadn't been anyone following us. I chose to doze off and block out what ever Juggernaut had to say. I shut my lids to rest and lied on the door. Now resting up I only wondered if Celsius was okay back there for the hundredth time on this ride. Was she awake, asleep, or sick back there?
Half asleep and in worry I still thought about how she was doing. She really held me tight last night. I know she worries greatly about me, but wow, never knew she would accept my hold like that. To be honest, I'm glad she slept within my embrace. For once in months I felt very happy because during her sleep she nuzzled my shoulder and cheek affectionately every other minute. It was absolutely heartwarming to see her stir lightly and mumble a couple of cute cries too, and in all still cuddle me close. She held me pretty firm too! Hopefully it wasn't a bad dream that had her clutch me close and stir against me. Glad she nuzzled my shoulder for support either way. Imagining that mild feeling of her cheek against my shoulder, a ticklish one, the imagination almost felt completely authentic as I lied against the door. Something felt odd though as it wasn't a warm feeling but something close to slithering up my clavicle. That was when I violently flinched into full awareness from the startling touch, looking over my shoulder to make sure nothing was really touching me.
"Dream?" Juggernaut inquired.
"Yeah...I think?"
I tapped around that area, checking for whatever did that. Damn it; probably was just my head playing tricks with me. Retracting my arm back I felt my fingers glide along a smooth, almost slick like texture. Questioning myself, I turned around again this time only to feel that same exact texture coil around my neck. I yelled in surprise as my body was firmly pulled back against the head rest of my seat, feeling my wind pipe collapse suffocating me! I left everything that was happening presently behind me mentally once I was hit with extreme confusion and panic from the unexpected wake up call. Feeling around my neck I felt a slick tether wrapped tightly around my throat and soon I felt more of the tethers coil and grip at my wrists to pull them towards my sides. The rope kept tugging me back forcibly against the head rest further crushing my source of air as I could barely fight back! Frantically, I looked at my side mirror and found a purple figure faintly illuminate under each light pole we passed. A tangela was using Vine Whip to choke me out, and it was tough to break out of! Looking around I began reaching out to hit and warn Juggernaut, quickly trying to get his attention.
Barely managing to twist my head, I caught that Juggernaut was getting strangled too! I was losing oxygen fast trying to grab the vines around my wrists, but I was losing energy as each fleeting second became more fatal. The giant semi began swerving out of control as Juggernaut tried to free himself. Terrified, I tried to counter the vines, like countering a sitting headlock, but I couldn't get a hold of the pokémon as my wrists were still caught.
"Shoot it Jon!" he gagged, "Sh-sh... fucking shoot it!"
As much as I wanted to pull out my machine pistol, I couldn't bring myself to shoot the pokémon. I'm not staining my hands in pokémon blood! Damn it, if only Celsius was here, she could take care of this!
To Be Continued
From here on out there will be blood and lots of it. The first volume is intended to be violent anyways. Read and Review y'all!
Intercity- Interstate