Story Notes:
If you're thinking, 'Where have all the reviews gone!? WTF happened?' well it was due to an error, you see when the change over happened from the old AGNPH to the new one happened, I had to add my Co-authors back on, seeing as it took them off for some unknown reason. Anyway, when that happened, 2 copies of this story were made. I tried to delete the one without co-authors but when I did, it also deleted the other one, leaving me with no copies of blood and love, so yeah, have to re-upload. This is a pain in the ass but I heard that there was a problem with the text in all the older stories that made the text all glitchy, so maybe it was for the best that I re-uploaded it. Fortunatly, 'Blood and love' over at FanFiction isn't fucked up so that should make things easier. Also I've now noticed theres a duplicate 'Blood and love' story floating around, why this has happened I have no idea but I'm gonna try get it deleted. Oh, hears the stats for the story before it got wiped out.Views: 26,000Rating: 4.5Reviews: 59Oh, disclaimer. Yeah, Pokemon, I don't own it and I don't intend to make a profit out of it. This was done just for fun.
The police station.
Ethan stopped walking towards the holding cells to tell Richard everything he needs to know about the convict, and what to expect from him. "This guy is a sick freak. He come's from one of the cities here in Hoenn, he's a murderer. He's also the reason why I'm short of deputies, he pulled a blade out on one of them and he managed to slash at him multiple times. The Deputy is still alive but in a critical condition, I had to dismiss one of my other deputies because when he found out that the sicko had also managed to slash at his Absol he practically rushed towards the cells and gave him a beating that he wont be forgetting anytime soon."
Richard was not surprised by the deputies actions, if that sick freak had slashed at Tera, he would have killed him without thinking twice about it. Richard wanted to know that this guy was going to get what he deserved. "Whats his sentence?" Richard asked.
"Life time imprisonment in the worst hell hole known to man, surrounded by murderers, rapists, and other sickos."
Richard noticed the sheriff smile slightly when he said, 'Life time imprisonment.; They moved to the door at the end of the hallway and opened it, entering the holding cells.
Richard looked around his surroundings, green painted walls, black granite floor and four holding cells. Richard looked to the far holding cell, he saw the convict, he wasn't what he imagined. The convict had a bald head and a dirty blond goatee, he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and black jeans, he was just as tall as Richard but skinnier.
Sheriff Ethan grabbed his hand cuffs and handed them over to Richard "Go inside his cell and get those cuffs on his hands, if he try's anything..." Ethan tapped the 9mm handgun in the holster around his hip. Richard nodded as Ethan opened up the cell door for him.
The convict looked over to see a man in a green shirt and combat trousers walking over to him with hand cuffs in his hand, he had a life imprisonment to serve and now was the only time in a couple of days that he saw that cell door open.
As Richard drew closer he noticed the bruising on his face, probably due to the deputy that decided to give him a beating, he also noticed the convict clenching his fists, Richard knew that he was going to do something and he had to be ready for it.
The convict stood up and waited for the soldier boy to get a little closer. Richard and the convict now stood inches apart and the convict made his move, he threw a punch aimed straight for the soldier boy's face but Richard had caught the convict's fist with his hand and in an instant Richard threw his own fist directly at the convicts face. It connected with his nose making a satisfying crunching sound as the cartilage in his nose broke. The force of the punch yanked the convict's head back into the concrete wall behind him. Richard watched as the convict flopped to the ground with a broken nose and a nasty bleeding gash on the back of his head.
Ethan rushed into the cell with his gun drawn at the convict, he stopped when he noticed that the convict wasn't moving and turned to Richard.
"Damn... knocked out with one punch. At least we don't have to worry about escorting him to my car with out him lashing out at us." Ethan said, he was impressed at how well Richard handled him against the crazy murderer.
Richard turned to Ethan. "Isn't anyone going to ask any questions over this?" Richard asked concerned that he might have landed himself or Ethan in trouble.
Ethan noticed the concern in his voice. "Let me worry about that. The scumbag got what he deserved." Ethan said as he looked down to the convict, he was disgusted to be in the same room as him.
Richard looked down at the convict, the back of his head was still pouring in blood. "That convict needs the back of his head stitching up."
Ethan wanted to just leave him to bleed, but decided Richard was right. Ethan sighed "Fine, I will get Cleaves to take a look at it then. Can you go find him? He's in the office." Richard nodded and headed for the office. Tera noticed Richard enter reception, her eyes were drawn to the blood on the knuckles of his right hand, she would have asked him what happened but he had already rushed into the office. Richard looked around the office and immediately spotted a man who he presumed was Cleaves, the man was shorter than Richard and had short messy brown hair.
"You're Cleaves right?" Richard shouted over to the man.
"Yeah, that's me. Something wrong?" The man responded.
"Ethan needs you to stitch up the convicts head."
The man gave a very puzzled look. "What? Your joking right?... aw, shit. Tell him I will be right there, I will go grab a med kit."
Richard headed back for the cells but was called over by Tera when he reached reception.
"Richard, whats going on and why do you have blood on your knuckles?" Tera asked with a look of worry on her face.
Richard could see the concern on her face, so he decided to tell her what happened to calm her down. "The convict that Ethan needed help with attacked me."
"Were you hurt?" Tera said very quickly.
Richard saw the concern in her face grow, but it was nice to be reminded that she cared. "No, I'm fine but the convict wasn't so lucky." Hearing Richard say this brought her relief, she should have known that Richard could take care of him self after the sparring match they had. "Anyway I have to get back to Ethan now, I will be back soon." Richard said whilst running for the door to the cells. Ethan's eyes went straight to Richard who had just entered the room.
"Did you find Cleaves?" Ethan asked.
"Yeah, he said he's coming but he just needs to get a med kit." Richard responded.
The door to the holding cells slammed open which got the attention of both Richard and Ethan who turned to see Deputy Cleaves walk in with a med kit.
"Where's the sicko at!" Cleaves shouted.
"On the floor you idiot." Ethan answered.
Cleaves turned to see the convict face down on the floor with a nasty wound on the back of his head. "Shit, somebody did a number on him... ot that I'm complaining."
Ethan wanted the convict out of here. "Yeah, yeah just stitch him up so we can get him out of here will you."
Cleaves knelt down to examine the wound. "Well that's going to leave a scar. I wonder if this knocked some sense into his thick skull. Which one of you decided to knock him out?"
Richard stepped forward. "That would be me."
Cleaves looked at Richard and smiled at him. "Well in that case I like you already." Cleaves began looking through the med kit to find the needle he needed.
Ethan couldn't wait to get the scumbag out of his station. "How long do you think it will take to stitch him up?" Ethan asked Cleaves.
"About... Two minutes, probably." Cleaves answered as he held up and looked at a very sharp needle.
It was good enough for Ethan.
A couple of minutes passed and Cleaves had stitched him up. Cleaves backed up a bit to admire his work. "Not bad... Now if any of you guys need me I will just be washing the blood and bits of head off my hands" And having said that, Cleaves left the room. Now Richard and Ethan had to shift the convict to the back of Ethan's squad car. Richard Decided to carry the convict on his back and move him to Ethan's car, Ethan would open the door ways for him and the car door. Tera saw Richard carrying the convict, she saw the stitched up wound on the back of the convicts head, she knew that Richard really wasn't joking when he said that the convict 'wasn't so lucky.'
About 2 more minutes passed and Ethan now had the convict in the back of his squad car. Ethan was grateful for Richard's help, that's when an idea came to Ethan's mind. "Hey, I don't suppose your staying here are you?"
Richard Didn't know why he wanted to know so he just answered, "I might as well, I don't have anywhere else to go."
A smile formed on Ethan's face. "Good, drop by the station tomorrow, I have something that I want to discuss with you. Oh, by the way, take this. Consider it payment for a job well done." Ethan said as he handed Richard 400 pokedollers. That money could easily last Richard, Tera and the Zangoose at least 3 more days in this town. "Thank you Ethan."
"You deserve it Richard" Ethan then began driving off but not before he reminded him one more time to come to the station tomorrow.
Richard headed back into the station to find a sink to wash the blood off his knuckles, once he did that he headed over to reception. Richard headed over to Tera and the Zangoose, he was happy for two reasons now, the first being that they had the rest of the day to do anything they want and the second being that he doesn't have to worry about money whilst doing it. Richard asked what Tera and the Zangoose wanted to do, they talked and came up with an answer.
"Walk around the town." Tera answered for both herself and the Zangoose. Normally it wasn't something Richard would consider but he figured that it would take his mind off things. "Yeah, lets do that then." Richard said as he walked out of the police station, Tera and the Zangoose following closely behind him.