The Consensus [pg-13]
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August 24th, 2010 (10:40 PM). Edited June 4th, 2011 by Silhouette.
On my way to Viridian City ♪
Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: Stark Mountain, Sinnoh
A/N: I decided to write a fanfic, but since I can never finish them, I decided to write out the most of it before even posting the first chapter. Also, two things. Firstly, this is my first try at a first-person perspective fanfic. Secondly, while the events of this story strongly suggest that it follows the events of "Mewtwo Returns" movie/special/etc., this fanfic isn't based on it.
Rated PG-13 due to mild language and violence.
Chapter One: Access Denied
Chapter Two: A True Motive
Chapter Three: The Trials
Chapter Four: Once in a Blue Moon
“You. . . I’ve heard about you. . . you’re that faker that I’ve been looking for!” the man yelled. His once-fancy clothing was torn and dirty, and his usually-sleek hair was messed up entirely.
“Faker?” boomed an incredibly deep voice in the man’s head. The purple humanoid Pokemon stood on the rooftop across from the man, flicking its long, slender tail amusingly. It smirked evilly, narrowing its eyes on the man.
“You’re going to die by my hands!” the man announced, tossing three Pokeballs into the air in a mixture of rage and desperation. In a series of three flashes stood three Pokemon. One was a large, dinosaur-like Pokemon with a rock-solid body, a Rhydon. It roared, spinning the drill on its face. The next was a small, purple frog-like Pokemon with an agile build. It grinned, emphasizing the evil smile on its face, that ended with a red bubble on each cheek. It was a Toxicroak. The last Pokemon was a bulging, gray Pokemon with what seemed like a crooked mouth on its stomach. On its head was a single slit that revealed a red, glowing eye that shifted to the purple Pokemon curiously. The Pokemon had arms, but its legs were gone. This last Pokemon was a Dusknoir.
The Rhydon, Toxicroak, and Dusknoir stood across the rooftop from the purple creature. The wind blew over the clearing between them in the night sky. The city, which was usually bright and glowing at night, was dead and midnight-dark. Without command, the three Pokemon dashed at the purple creature. Without even moving, the purple Pokemon’s eyes lit up a bright blue. At that instant, the Rhydon was lifted into the air, and crashed down on the rooftop with its incredible weight, falling completely through the roof down into the skyscraper, followed by a series of crashes as it fell through each floor. In the next instant, the Toxicroak dashed at the purple Pokemon, lunging its spiked forearms toward it. The Toxicroak, inches away from the purple Pokemon, crashed into an invisible force, which lit up as an orb around the purple Pokemon, deflecting the Toxicroak away. As the Toxicroak was flying backward, the purple Pokemon formed a blade of its own psychic power in its hands, and slashed at the Toxicroak, slamming it into the rooftop, and permanently downing it.
Suddenly, from a veil of shadow behind the purple Pokemon, the Dusknoir’s arms reached and held the purple Pokemon’s arms behind its back.
“You still don’t understand. You’ve studied my powers, and yet, you still think you can defeat me with tactics like these?” the purple Pokemon said in the man’s mind. The man’s eyes widened with fear and desperation.
“D-Dusknoir, kill that slimy thing!” he shouted. The Dusknoir didn’t move to the man’s command, however. It just floated there, holding the purple Pokemon’s hands behind its back. Suddenly, the Dusknoir let go of the purple Pokemon, and fell limp to the rooftop.
“I think you’re the faker, here!” the voice boomed again in the man’s head. The purple Pokemon lit up entirely, and the man could feel his body starting to feel heavy. His head felt like it was going to explode. Suddenly, his vision went black. The last thing he saw was the purple Pokemon’s lit eye. . .
Chapter One; Access Denied
I could here the bicycle’s tires whir as I pedaled down the sidewalk. The sky was very cloudy and ominous, creating a false nighttime, even though it was midday. The wind blew against the me, as if resisting my purpose. On the street, lines of cars were halted in the entire city. Horns were blaring, and frustrated drivers were screaming out of their windows. Finally, I turned my bicycle down a quiet alleyway in order to take a shortcut. I could feel my ponytail waving behind me as I sped down the lonely single-lane road, passing trash cans and small, wild Pokemon. The Pokemon on my shoulder, a Sentret, stood attentive, with its ears perked and its striped tail erected high. Finally, I exited the alleyway to the left into another road full of halted cars. I stopped at a house about halfway down the road, and hopped off of my bicycle. Similarly, Sentret, which was on my shoulder, hopped down to the ground, and followed me at my shoes, which were green, high-top sneakers. I stored my bike in a garage behind the medium-sized house, and entered the house through the back porch door.
When I entered the house, I turned on a light that penetrated the odd darkness of midday. I could hear the wind howling against the side of the house, as cars honked and people yelled at eachother. I walked to the other room, approached a phone stand on the kitchen counter, and pressed a small button on the stand. Suddenly, the phone blared.
“You have one new message,” the recording machine stated monotonously. “First new message.”
“Dakota, it’s mom. I’m just calling to let you know that neither me nor your father will be able to make it home tonight. They aren’t allowing anyone to enter or exit Skiolet City, so we’ve found a motel to stay in for the night. We will try to be home as soon as possible. Love you honey,” explained my mother’s voice. My name is Dakota, if you haven’t figured it out already.
“Well, Sentret, looks like we’re home alone for the night!” I said with a sigh to the Sentret. Sentret squeaked happily, and hopped on my shoulder from the kitchen counter. I took off my pink baseball cap, tossed it on the couch in the TV room, and sat down. I pulled a cell phone from the pocket of my shorts, and dialed a number. After a few moments of waiting, I got an answer.
“. . .Hi, it’s Dakota. What’s up, Alex?” I asked.
From the other line, a boy answered. “Oh, I’m not up to anything. I just got home. It’s awesome that we got out of school early!”
“Yeah, I know!” I agreed, seeing that it was only 1:50. “Want to play a Wii game?” I asked.
“I’m up for it. How about some Smash Brothers!?” Alex announced over the phone. I agreed, and we hung up. Sentret sat excitedly on the couch’s armrest, ready to watch an intense game. If there was one place you would find me, it was playing video games. Well, unless it was track season. I set my cell phone down on a nearby side table, and looked to the TV’s table. I opened up a cupboard, revealing a Nintendo Wii and a stack of game cases. After a second of looking, I found a certain game case, put the game in, and grabbed a Wii Remote. I then sat down at the couch again, grabbed the TV’s remote, and pressed the on button. As soon as the screen turned on, a bright flash of lightning lit up the entire room, followed immediately by a thunderous boom that shook the house. I stood up quickly, and Sentret shot across the couch and jumped onto me out of reflex. I looked around, realizing it was just lightning, and sat back down at the couch. I looked at the TV, which showed a man at a podium, surrounded by microphones. A bulletin scrolled on the screen, which read “Important Message!”. I tried to change the channel, but the same thing was each station.
Hold on a minute, what is this. . ? I decided to watch the announcement, as did Sentret.
“. . .and it comes to my attention that all of Skiolet City is under lockdown, denying the access of anyone into or out of the city. I understand this means a lot of families are going to be separated all weekend, but it’s for the city’s safety. Also, all connection to places other than inside the city itself will be terminated,” the man at the stage said. Flashes of cameras lit up his sleek face every so often. He ran a finger coolly through his spiked, brown hair, and looked around. What a pompous man.
“All communication within the city will still work, but all internet will be off, and no one will be able to enter or exit the city. All life will continue normally until we get things sorted out, so no one has to worry,” he finished. He started to walk off the stage when the crowd of people followed him. No internet. Something about that just didn’t click with me.
“What is the reason for these extreme conditions?” one cameraman asked.
“No comment,” the man answered. The channel then transitioned to a news room, which showed a woman at the anchor desk.
“As you have seen, mayor Adam Swane has locked the city down. We will bring you more information as the story develops,” she explained. Suddenly, my cell phone buzzed, diverting my attention from the television. I looked at the front screen, which read ‘Incoming call: Alex”. I flipped the phone open.
“What’s up?” I answered.
“My internet is out. We can’t play Wii,” Alex explained. He was serious. Which was sad.
“You didn’t watch TV, did you?” I asked. Of course, I knew the answer already.
“Well. . . no. Heh. Well, do you want to hang out then?” Alex answered. I thought for a minute.
“Um. . . actually, I think I’m going to work on the project that Mrs. Elmore assigned today,” I lied. I felt bad, but things were reaching a different level. Surprisingly, I was becoming concerned. Usually, my mom and I don’t get along, but there were times when we get along. I almost started to miss her. Almost.
“Really? Aren’t you just going to procrastinate like we always do?” Alex asked.
“Well, the assignment seemed interesting. . . So I’m going to get a start on it.” I replied. With that, the conversation was over. I looked down to Sentret, which returned a concerned look. I smiled to Sentret, trying to comfort it.
“Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay. I’ll leave Chatot and Tangela here to watch the house, and you can come with me!” I reassured. I ran up the stairs and entered a room two doors down the hallway. This room, my room, had dark-blue walls with white dots in uneven intervals, which closely resembled the night sky dotted with stars. On the opposite side of the room was a bed, and along the wall near me was a desk and a computer. I walked over to the desk, and pulled two Pokeballs out of a drawer. I then grabbed a hoody and a single-strap backpack full of various supplies. I made my way back downstairs, and released a Pokemon from each Pokeball. One was a bird Pokemon with a colorful body. It’s head was round, with a feather that stuck up, making its head resemble a musical note. The other Pokemon was a mess of blue vines. It’s face was concealed, showing only two large, round eyes. The only appendages it showed were two red, boot-like feet.
“Tangela, Chatot, take care of the house while I’m gone. I’m going to the coffee shop,” I told them. Both Tangela and Chatot nodded. I looked to Sentret, who hopped on my shoulder. I grabbed my pink baseball cap, pulled my ponytail through it, and put it on before exiting the house. As I left, the wind was blowing very strongly, and the sky was almost black. It was enough to make me shiver, so I opened up my backpack, and pulled out my red hoody. I zipped it up, and walked over to the garage, opening it and retrieving my bicycle. I hopped on, Sentret sitting on my shoulder, and rode out of the driveway. I saw that while the traffic was still entirely jammed, all of the cars had been abandoned. I shrugged it off and rode off to the right through the same alleyway, and out into the street of the dense city. Though the sidewalks weren’t full of people as they normally were, many people were still out and about, probably getting things together for what seemed like a crisis.
I rode down the sidewalk, along the the connected buildings of the metropolis. Further I rode, in the ever-expanding city of Skiolet. Eventually, I reached my destination; a small building between two skyscrapers with a large window on the front. The window read ‘Hitmonshop’. Next to the large word was a picture of a cup of coffee, and the shape of a Pokemon, Hitmontop. I pulled my bike up to the bike rack on the side of the small building, and unwrapped a bike lock from the frame. I connected the lock, and entered the building. Inside the place was an apparent coffee shop, with booths along the walls, and some tables in the center. On the far wall was a counter with a cash register, and a somewhat plump-looking man behind it.
“Hit-mon!” greeted a humanoid Pokemon to me and Sentret. It was tan, and it seemed to have a toga-like uniform on. It raised its hand, which was concealed by a red boxing glove.
“Hi, Hitmonchan!” I replied happily. It was then that I realized that the coffee shop was completely empty. That was odd, since it was usually time for a coffee break for employees.
“Hey there, Dakota. What brings you here on a day like this?” the plump man asked me. I couldn’t help but notice the layer of stubbles on his bulbous chin. Leave it to me to be so nit picky.
“Hi, Girard. I just stopped by on my way to the library. How come no one is here?” I answered.
“Actually, there was a mob of people in here just about an hour before you got here. But, there was this loud sound from somewhere in the city. In fact, I think it came from the way the library is,” Girard answered. I nodded understandingly, watching the blubber on the man’s chin dance around. “Actually, would you mind going to see what that was? I’ve been wanting to all day, but I have to watch the shop. I mean, I could leave my Pokemon here, but they don’t know how to work the cash register if we get a customer.”
“Yeah, I’ll let you know what that sound was – “ I started.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous boom that sounded as if it were right outside. Then, out of nowhere, one wall of the coffee shop erupted, sending bricks and debris everywhere. Both Girard and I shielded ourselves from the explosion. Both of us were coughing as the dust cleared, revealing a clean hole in the wall taller than myself. In the pile of debris was the crumpled scrap metal that was my bicycle. Lovely.
“My bike!” I yelled, running over to inspect it.
“Don’t, it might still be dangerous over there!” Girard shouted, chasing after me. Ignoring Girard, I knelt down, looking at the bike. It was nothing more than a metal knot, now.
“Oh, man! I just got this bike! It was like a hundred and fifty dollars!” I cried. I looked over to the hole in the wall, and exited the coffee shop through it. I walked carefully along the bricks and dust, and stepped out onto the sidewalk, looking to the sky. I faced Girard, who was still standing in the opening.
“I’m heading further into town. I don’t like the looks of things,” I told him. Girard looked at me in puzzlement, but didn’t object. I ran down the road, with Sentret following close at my heels. Rain droplets were falling toward the earth faster and faster, eventually coming to a downpour. I had no relative clue of the time, as it was just too dark to even know if the sun was still up or not. I kept running toward town through the heavy downpour. No matter where I went, I noticed, the street was filled with abandoned cars, with some even left with their headlights on.
Finally, I arrived to a section of the city where the road went underground. Just before the street submerged the surface of land was a gigantic, Victorian-styled building. The older style of the building made it stand out from the rest of the present-styled building. Quickly, I made my way into the building, and sat in the lobby at a bench, where it was warm. I grabbed Sentret, and attempted to dry it off with my sleeves. But, it was almost of no use, as the hoody itself was almost completely soaked. After becoming warm, Sentret and I entered the building. Inside, the single-room building was very dimly lit, and lined with bookcases. The room spanned seemingly-forever, simply lined by books. This was my destination: the library.
Slowly, I walked down the aisle way of two rows of shelves, making my way to the other side of the room. It seemed like I could almost get lost in the labyrinth if it weren’t for the small source of lights hanging from the ceiling. Of course, I wasn’t stupid enough to get lost in a library, anyway. However, as I made my way to the front desk, I felt Sentret hop off of my shoulder. Sentret scurried away quickly, passing underneath the small space between one of the bookshelves and the floor.
“Sentret, come back!” I yelled, hearing my voice echo eerily. I sounded so young to myself. I ran around the aisle, and found Sentret in a fighting stance directed at a very odd, shadowy blob in the corner of the room. No light penetrated this spot, concealing whatever was in the corner. I slowly approached Sentret.
“What’s over there?” I asked quietly, feeling the fear well up in my voice. And I’ll admit that I was actually a bit afraid. Only a bit, though. As I squinted to get a better look, two small, beady eyes lit up from the corner, making me instantly jump backward out of reaction, not fear. The shadowy blob advanced toward Sentret and I. Sentret stood its ground, ready to attack.
“Banette, use Shadow Sneak attack!” I heard someone yell. Obediently, the shadowy creature lifted its arms, and moved them as if it were a puppet connected by strings. Suddenly, Sentret’s shadow came out of the ground, and dashed around it. Sentret flinched, but it was too late. The shadow-Sentret struck its tail into Sentret. But, the tail went right through Sentret, with no effect whatsoever.
“Sentret, quick, use Foresight!” I commanded. In the next instant, the darkness vaporized, revealing a gray, doll-looking Pokemon with a zipper-like mouth. Its head showed three spikes, and a longer spike protruding from the back of its head. As it floated, its nubby legs flailed about, and its long arms dangled lazily. It flicked its short, yellow tail in a friendly way, signifying that it wasn’t a threat. This Pokemon, a Banette, became surprised when its cover was blown, and totally forgot about its current attack.
“Now, use Quick Attack!” I commanded. Sentret nodded, and it dashed forward at an almost blinding speed, striking the Banette with its tail. The Banette staggered backward, unaware that the move would actually have effect.
“That’s enough!” I heard the voice say again. The Banette let down its battle stance, and looked behind it, where a man stood, as if he arrived from nowhere. I flinched backward when I realized the man was standing there.
“W-What!? When did you get there?” I asked, not realizing him in the first place. The man put his hand on his head and sighed, laughing a bit.
“I was standing here the whole time. It was just too dark with my Banette using its Night Shade technique,” the man explained. He snapped his fingers, and the lights in the entire library returned to a normal, bright shine instead of their dim glow. The light revealed a man with light brown, spiky hair that jetted in all directions. He looked toward me, his face being very young looking, perhaps only a few years older than myself. He wore a very formal uniform, consisting of a dressy shirt, black pants, and dress shoes. His wire-framed glasses shined as they reflected one of the lights.
“What brings you here on a day like this?” the man asked.
“I was just around. And I need some help. I know your going out with that girl that is in the mayor’s bureau. . .” I started.
“What? How do you know that?” the man asked, losing his seemingly-unyielding cool.
“Cenard, really?” I scowled. Cenard, which was his name, lowered his head in shame.
“I introduced you to her, didn’t I? I must’ve forgotten. . .” he answered. He lifted his head with his dignity regained. “Anyway, how does my current situation with her have to do with anything?”
“I was watching the news, and the mayor said that the city was under a sort of lock down. But he never said why. I want Sarah to find out!” I asked, as if it were no issue. Unlike me, Cenard was usually a pessimist.
“You can’t be serious! In a time like this, I can’t even get ahold of her. She’s working hard to keep things like this under control,” Cenard answered. I gave him a disappointed look, hoping to change his mind.
“Listen, it’s like this. I’m a librarian. Technically, I own this place. I know every book that’s been in here since the library was established a hundred and fifty years ago. Yet, I haven’t read even a percentage of them, nor do I have any intention of doing so. Likewise, you may know people that work for the mayor, but you won’t know what these people are doing, or why they are doing it,” Cenard answered, looking off to the distance. He looked down at me, seeing my apathetic look. Did I really care about his spiritual lesson?
“Cenard,” I said. Sentret jumped up on my shoulder, and gave Cenard the same look. Cenard sighed. That usually meant I won.
“I take it that I can’t change your desires, huh?” Cenard asked, laughing and scratching the back of his head. “Okay, okay. I’ll try to get ahold of Sarah. But I’m not guaranteeing anything.”
We walked to the front of the library. I sat on a chair, and Cenard approached an old-looking phone. Cenard picked up the telephone, which was connected to a cord, and put his finger into the dial, turning it and waiting for it to stop spinning. He did this numerous times, then listened into the phone. I was sitting on the chair, supporting my upper body by resting my elbows on my knees. My hands met in between, as I fiddled with my thumbs. Just when I got fed up with waiting, I looked up and saw a strange sight outside. Crowds of people were running toward the way I came from, as if they were fleeing from something. I stood up quickly and ran outside, leaving Cenard inside the library.
“Dakota, where are you going – oh, Sarah, hi! How are you. . .” he shouted after me, but finally got a hold of Sarah in the process.
“Oh my God! Have they lost their minds!?” one woman yelled as she passed me.
“Those guys can’t be serious!” another pedestrian yelled as he ran past. Now this was creeping me out.
I marched against the current of people, barely managing to avoid getting plowed and trampled. Sentret held firmly onto my shoulder, using all its might to not get knocked off. I stopped a man, and pulled him to the side.
“What’s going on?” I asked sternly. I was surprised at my own confidence.
“A bunch of guys from the FBI are starting to attack people. It seems like it doesn’t matter if they’re children, women, or not. A bunch of people were attacked, and they didn’t make it out. You’d better head out of here before they move in, like they said they were,” the man explained hastily. He rushed off with the rest of the crowd. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes. I ran back into the library, where Cenard was just finishing his conversation with Sarah.
“Cenard, I need your help! Come quick!” I shouted. Cenard jumped up, and looked at Banette.
“Banette, keep watch of the place while I’m gone,” Cenard told Banette. Banette nodded understandingly as Cenard ran out of the library after me. He struggled to keep up with me, when finally we stopped in the underground transit. The street was empty, and the walls of the tunnel were lined with large, orange fluorescent lights. Slowly and silently we walked, down the wide tunnel in the eerie darkness, with no conversation through the stagnant tunnel air. It seemed like an hour before any signs of progression shown.
The tunnel swiftly cut a round turn to the right, disallowing Cenard or me to see any farther. Cenard motioned me to stay far behind him. He sidled the wall, and crept around the turn, inching toward the next straightaway. Suddenly, he jumped back, causing me to jump as well. He sighed, and wiped some of the sweat off of his head. Was this getting serious, I wondered at this point.
“What is it?” I whispered worriedly, my arms curled upward toward my torso. The rain was cooling everything off, and it was even cooler in the tunnel. I swear I could even see my breath.
“There. . . are a bunch of unconscious people. I’m unsure if they’re alive or not,” Cenard answered. He motioned me to come over to where he was. I crept over, leaned around the turn, and looked as Cenard pointed toward the tunnel exit. The heavenly light from the tunnel’s exit shone down on the ground, revealing bodies littered everywhere on the street. At the tunnel exit, there were numerous figures in combat armor silhouetted against the exit’s light. I gasped from the gruesome sight, and retreated around the corner.
“Who are those people in the tunnel entrance?” I asked to Cenard.
“I. . . I don’t know,” Cenard answered honestly. “Maybe, if these people are alive, we can ask one.”
“How can we do that, those men are right in the entrance!?” I asked. I already knew Cenard had come up with a plan. He always seems prepared for any situation.
“I’ve already got it covered,” Cenard answered, as I assumed, “because I was actually wondering the same thing. If you look again, there are a few cars scattered around between this turn and the straightaway. If you can hide behind the cars, you might find someone with an answer.”
“Okay, let’s go,” I replied. I went to go forward, but Cenard pressed his hand against me, stopping me.
“I don’t want you to go. It’s too dangerous. I’ll go, you stay back,” Cenard commanded. I gave him a look of disbelief. He couldn’t seriously let me sit back and watch him, could he?
“Listen, Cenard, I brought you along with me. I want to go, too. It’s the only right thing to do,” I answered.
“. . .There’s no arguing against you. You just have a defiant nature. Let’s go, then,” Cenard let in. He crouched and slowly crept toward the first car, eying the men carefully in order to not get caught. For some reason, the license plate of the car stuck in my mind, “MW150”. I followed Cenard closely, finally making it behind the first vehicle. No one was near enough, so Cenard poked his head out from behind the car. He looked around a bit, then he looked back to me.
“Hey, that kid over there. . . Isn’t that your friend Alex-something?” Cenard whispered. I rushed to the edge of the car, and looked over. Surely enough, it was Alex. I could tell it was him by the blond, spiky hair that he sported, and his signature camouflage shorts. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and ran toward him, disregarding the men and Cenard.
“Alex!” I shouted. Stupidly.
“No, Dakota, don’t!” Cenard somehow shouted silently, staying behind the car.
Alex slowly opened his eyes, revealing his large, blue, innocent irises. He leaned up, and I grabbed his hand to assist him. Suddenly, we heard yelling from the tunnel entrance.
“Hey, you, get out of this area!” a man yelled as he ran toward us. Following him were three black and orange dog-like creatures with white, silvery bands on their backs. “Houndour, get them!” the man commanded to the three Pokemon. Barking, the three Houndour ran toward Alex and me.
“Dammit!” Cenard cursed to himself under his breath, though I could still hear him. He jumped out from behind the vehicle, and tossed a Pokeball. In a flash stood a small, brown, dinosaur-like Pokemon with a white skull fitted snugly on its head. Notably, it held a bone that it wielded like a sword or club of some sort.
“Marowak, use Bonemerang!” Cenard commanded. His Pokemon, Marowak, skillfully tossed the bone in its hand, which spun at an intense speed. The bone directed itself at one of the Houndour, but it managed to dodge the assault. The group of Houndour seemed to forget about the bone as it turned in midair, and redirected itself at the group of Houndour. As it approached at high speed, the group of Houndour split up in all directions, causing the bone to miss once again.
“Your little trick might work in the cartoons, but my Houndour work perfectly together in a pack! There’s no way you can take them down!” the man yelled at Cenard. Cenard cursed under his breath as the Houndour surrounded him and Marowak. Meanwhile, I was helping Alex get to his feet. He thanked me, but I quickly redirected my attention to Cenard, who was in quite a predicament.
“Get going, I’ll hold this guy off as long as possible!” Cenard told us. I nodded, hoisting Alex up, and putting his arm around myself, acting as a sort of crutch to help him walk, as he was badly injured. Silently, we made haste as we went the opposite way of Cenard. Cenard knew that we were going too slow to hold off this man for long, and so did we.
“I only need one Houndour to battle you, you runt! I can send the rest after them!” the man taunted. Cenard smirked, and tossed another Pokeball. In another flash stood one more of his Pokemon.
“I’d like to introduce you to the ace of my team, Umbreon!” Cenard explained. The flash revealed the Umbreon, a pitch-black and sleek fox-like Pokemon with pointed ears and glowing rings of light on its body. “Umbreon, use Mean Look!” Cenard commanded. On cue, Umbreon began to glow, and its eyes lit up a bright red. Accordingly, none of the Houndour left, but instead faced the Umbreon hesitantly, but still ready to fight. The man gritted his teeth, but shrugged.
“This shouldn’t take too long. In the meantime, I’ll signal my other troops to go after those kids!” the man laughed. Cenard looked at him determinedly, ready for a fight. The man clicked a button at his side, and spoke into a radio transmitter. “I’m stuck down here. Send another guy or two, we have some roamers. Over,” he said. This battle was predetermined, I knew right away.
Meanwhile, Alex and I made our way to the tunnel exit, as I held Alex up with his arm around my shoulders.
“What were you doing down here, anyway?” I asked, though out of breath. Being a crutch was tougher than it seems.
“I went to go to the library to see you, but I didn’t make it obviously. . . Me and a whole bunch of other people were attacked by those guys. . . I think they were the FBI. Why they assaulted us, I don’t know,” Alex answered, equally winded. His trademark naivety didn’t fail yet.
“Um, Alex? You do realize that the library is before the tunnel, not after, right?” I reminded Alex. Alex looked at me awkwardly, then gave an apathetic chuckle.
“Really? Well, I don’t go to the library all that much, as you can tell. Heh heh,” Alex answered, laughing nervously. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, I can also tell by your school grade,” I scolded. Finally, we reached the exit of the tunnel, and I assisted Alex to the library. We entered the place, and I sat Alex down at a bench. Banette greeted us, but almost immediately had on a puzzled look.
“You’re wondering about Cenard, right? He stayed back to, uh. . . finish up a job. . .” I explained to Banette, attempting but failing to remove the concern from my voice. I was never good at doing that. Sentret also looked down sadly. Suddenly, the library door burst open, and a man dressed in the same combat armor entered the room. Next to him was a Houndour.
“Okay, I know you kids are in here!” he yelled as Alex, Banette, and I instinctively hid behind one of the bookshelves.
“You’re friend put up a good fight against my other troop. They’re probably still duking it out. He ordered me to take you guys, and I saw you go in here! Show yourselves, there’s no escape!” the man shouted. Quietly, Banette motioned me to follow it, and we quietly skulked around the aisle, behind the next bookshelf. We had to wait for one of the Houndour to pass through before going past another aisle, until we were all the way to the back of the library. Banette showed us a small handle on the wall and pulled it, revealing a hidden door. Alex, Banette, and I entered quietly. Banette closed the door behind itself. The man with the Houndour walked out from behind the last bookshelf, and smirked.
“So, you guys thought you could hide from me, huh?”
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