Ωmega
Four score and seven years ago
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- Seen Apr 27, 2012
CHAPTER I
"Mom, do I have to go?" a teen male complained. He was just seventeen, tall and lean, with a sense of anxiety emanating around him. His jet black hair was swept back under a red and blue baseball cap that was turned backwards. His tan skin glowed under the ceiling light as he approached his mother with a sense of urgency.
"Yes. You do. No arguing with me," his mother told him as she grabbed a long black coat off of the nearby beige sofa. Their house in Saffron was quaint and enjoyable, able to get the job done.
"I barely knew the guy! I don't understand why I have to go to his funeral, though," the young man continued to complain as he tied up his shoelaces to his dress shoes. The two were preparing for a funeral, dressed in the usual attired, getting ready to head out the door. It was sunny outside with a slight breeze coming from one direction.
"It doesn't matter. He's my father and you are also in his will. It's being read after the service today and if you're not there to claim what was given to you, then you have to relinquish it," his mother explained as she grabbed car keys off of a nearby end table.
"Fine. But I get to take Bagon with me," the young man said. A young Bagon walked out of the kitchen holding a piece of bread in its mouth and sat down next to the young man.
"Whatever. Just as long as that thing stays out of trouble. I don't even know why your father decided to give that to you," his mother said as she turned around. "Alright, Anne. We'll be back in a few hours. Everything you need to take care of Georgia is in the bag," the mother spoke to the babysitter who was cradling a baby girl as she was seated on another couch across the room.
"See you later, Anne," the young man said as he guided Bagon out of the door.
"Bye, Arlett," she said back to him as his mother and he walked out of the door.
The car ride to the funeral was rather long. Arlett and his mother constantly argued the whole way about bringing the Bagon that sat in the back seat, looking out the window and drooling all over it. When they reached the venue where the funeral was to take place, there was a Pokemon battle going on outside between a Hitmonlee and a Ludicolo with the Hitmonlee apparently taking the upper hand.
"That's just like our family: battling every waking moment of our lives without regard to what's going on," Arlett's mother said as she parked the car. Arlett grabbed Bagon and its Pokeball and hopped out of the car at the same time as his mother.
"Hey! Brenda!" a voice called out. Arlett's mother turned around and saw an old man walking towards her, arms outstretched.
"Gary! How have you been?" Brenda said as she hugged him.
"I've been alright. Just taking care of the lab, handing out Pokemon, checking up on the gym and all that. The usual, I guess," Gary said as he shrugged his shoulders. He turned a bit and noticed Arlett petting Bagon. "And this must be the grandson, I suppose?" he asked. Brenda nodded and Gary outstretched his hand. "Gary Oak. I was a good friend of your grandfather's. I run the lab back in Pallet Town and I'm one of the leaders at Viridian," he introduced.
"Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from my dad," Arlett said as he shook the hand.
"I see. Well, when you see your father, tell him I'm gonna have to give him the beat-down, alright?" Gary chuckled. In his old age, he still seemed to act the same way that Arlett's father described in the stories.
"Will do," Arlett said as he nodded his head. Bagon let out a yawn as it dug at the dirt beneath its feet, kicking up a lot of it in the process.
"Control that thing!" Brenda barked at Arlett.
"Mom, calm down. He's not hurting anyone," Arlett countered as he motioned to Bagon to stop. After a few moments, everyone began to enter the building save for the two trainers battling outside. There were hundreds of people--friends and family--entering at one time. The building was massive and there were many seats to house the numerous guests that came to the funeral.
After everyone was seated, a bell tolled and a man stood at a pedestal so everyone could see him. In front of him was a casket, open, with an old man lying down, a rusty Pokeball in his hands.
"Everyone, please calm down and be seated. We are gathered here today to celebrate the life and times of one of our most beloved family members: Ash Ketchum..." the man began.
After the funeral, several family members including Brenda and Arlett gathered into a back room where a lawyer in a black suit with an envelope was waiting.
"If everyone would gather around please, that'd be splendid. I am here to day to read you the last will and testament of Ash Ketchum. In this envelope are his final words and requests that are to be carried out as part of his dying wishes," the lawyer explained. He opened the envelope as everyone began to sit down. Arlett lifted Bagon into his lap and stroked him to calm him down.
"So...what now?" a female family member asked from the other side of the table.
"I will begin reading the last will and testament of Ash Ketchum to you all. Any questions you have about the will may be asked after I have finished reading it.
'To my dearest family,
I thank you all for the good times, the bad times, and everything in between. Each moment I cherished with all of you shall be forever remembered and carried throughout the family legacy. I am of sound mind and body to be writing this will and testament and, as such, I request that you all honor my dying wishes and requests. First, I would like to give to my granddaughter Emilia my bicycle. She enjoyed riding it as a child and I find it fitting that only she get it. To my grandson James I give my entire supply of Ultra Balls, capsules, and cameras . It's over 30,000 pieces of equipment that he may use for his scientific studies at the university. For my son Adam I give an egg that I had put into suspended animation. It is the last egg from my Meganium who died years ago. I pass it onto you because I know how much you've always wanted a Chikorita. To my daughter Brenda, I give you my house in Pallet Town as well as this envelope that you are to open in private. Lastly, to my grandson Arlett, I give you three keys to a chest in my house in Pallet. The items inside are yours to keep. That is all and I hope that this finds my family well.'"
The lawyer finished reading the will and there were groans around the room. Some people were obviously distressed about their lack of getting items while the few who did seemed enjoyed about them.
"His house? Keys? A chest? What's going on, Mom?" Arlett asked as he stopped Bagon from chewing on the mahogany table that sat in the middle of the room.
"I don't know, hun, but we should go to that house now," Brenda said as she began to walk out. The lawyer handed her the enveloped to which she was entitled and handed Arlett the three keys Ash mentioned. Everyone who was leaving said their goodbyes to those who were staying for the procession afterwards. Brenda and Arlett along with Arlett's Bagon hopped into the car after saying their goodbyes. Arlett pulled out his cell phone and immediately dialed his father.
"Dad? Where were you today?...Okay...Right...So you'll be home...when? We're going to visit granddad's house in Pallet. He gave it to mom in the will. Yea...alright. Okay. Yea, Bagon's doing fine. He keeps nibbling on things. Teething? Great. Okay, raw meat. Alright...okay. Alright. Bye, dad." Arlett conversed.
"What's up with him?" Brenda asked as she drove down the road towards Pallet from Lavender Town.
"He got caught up in some stuff over in Celadon. He said that he'll meet us at granddad's house. He asked about Bagon and said that it's around the time that Bagon should be teething. We're going need raw meat, mom," Arlett explained as he turned aroudn to the back seat and saw Bagon curled up and asleep. Brenda nodded her head and continued to drive down the road. After about an hour of driving, the two eventually reached Pallet Town. They slowly drove around looking for Ash's house, a house that Brenda had not been to for a while.
"Did you forget?" Arlett asked mockingly.
"Why don't you try to drive, huh?" Brenda snapped as she continued looking. Eventually, she found the house because Arlett's father was standing outside talking on his cell phone. "Hey Zach!" Brenda called out. Zachary Oak was a rather large man and muscular at that. His dark brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail and he greatly resembled his father, Gary Oak.
"Hey, beautiful! Hey there, Arlett!" Zach called out as he hung up his cell phone. "What took you guys so long?"
"Traffic," Arlett answered as he pulled Bagon out of the car.
"There's my little champ. I remember the day you hatched," Zach said as he knelt down to pet Bagon. He growled a bit, then licked his hand in pleasure. "Alright. What are we doing here?"
"Well, this house was given to me in my dad's will. Same with this envelope. Arlett got keys to some chest in there. I say we start with this envelope," Brenda said as she quickly opened it. There were a few papers inside as well as a small notebook labeled "FOR ARLETT." Brenda fumbled through the papers and found that one of them was the deed to the house. The others were all stamped with "CONFIDENTIAL" or "TOP SECRET" in the upper corners. "What was dad getting into?" Brenda asked. Zach shrugged his shoulders and looked at Arlett who did the same.
"How are we supposed to get into the house to get the chest?" Zach asked.
"Well, I have some keys. Maybe one of these opens the door," Arlett said as he walked towards the door. Zach urged Bagon forward through the door and Brenda followed, reading the papers thoroughly. After some fumbling with the keys, Arlett eventually opened the door and it creaked open, letting out a bellowing echo throughout the house. It was relatively empty save for a few pieces of furniture here and there. Zach spotted a door at the top of the staircase and walked towards it while Brenda sat down to read and Arlett and Bagon walked around the house examining it.
"This place is huge," Arlett said to himself. He looked down at Bagon who was simply standing there, observing the floor. "Damn. You have no attention span. I can't wait until you're older," Arlett said to Bagon.
"I can't make any sense of these papers. It keeps mentioning something called the 'Alpha Protocol.' I swear, the words 'Subject Alpha' appear everywhere in these documents. It talks about how it's supposed to 'revolutionize the bond between trainers and Pokemon.' It just makes no sense," Brenda spoke out loud.
"Hm. Maybe what we're looking for lies behind the only locked door on this floor," Zach said in a straightforward manner. Arlett walked up the stairs with keys in hand. He opened the locked door using the second key and it quietly creaked as it swung. There was a single chest sitting in the middle of the room. It was dusty in the room save for the chest which looked relatively new. Arlett approached it and saw that, engraved on the top was "ALPHA PROTOCOL: ID-133."
"Mom! Come here!" Arlett called out. Brenda came upstairs, still reading the papers, and approached the chest. She looked at it, back at the papers, then back to the chest.
"Open it, dear," Brenda suggested. Using the third key, Arlett opened the locked chest. The lid was rather heavy and both Zach and Arlett were needed to open it. Bagon looked as if he wanted to help, but he was too small. When the lid finally opened, the contents inside surprised each of them.
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