{On hiatus} Pokemon; A Johto Adventure

Azalea Town

*Blue's P.O.V.*
It had been a long trip to to the next town, but we made it there in an hour. Crystal and Gold hadn't managed to catch any new Pokemon along the way, making them a little upset. Who could blame them? All I have is a Squirtle and a Spearow, which kind of makes me feel like a lousy trainer! Do I really suck that much?
"Come back here!" an elderly man hollered, chasing down some men in black. The men jumped into a nearby well. A familiar red insignia flashed across the front of their shirts as they dropped.
The elderly man stopped in his tracks panting tiredly. We approached the man in much concern. I asked him if he was okay.
"I'm fine, but those fiends stole many of my handcrafted Pokeballs!" he cried. "Trainers had asked me to make those for them and were expecting them for tomorrow. I've failed those poor kids."
"Don't put all the blame on yourself!" Green consoled the man. "We can get them back for you!"
"It's dangerous," the man explained.
"That's Team Rocket we're talking about; we take them down all the time!" Green boasted.
"Team Rocket?" Gold asked. Lyra and Crystal stared at my friends and me in question. They didn't know who they were.
"Team Rocket is a gang," I answered.
Green snickered. "They're more like the mafia." I smacked him in the arm for correcting me. "Ow," he whined. "What did I do?" I gave him my signature death stare which shut him up instantly.
"That sounds very dangerous," Crystal worried. "Are we going to die if we go after them?"
"Maybe," Green answered her nonchalantly. "But who cares? Most of them are some dumb teenagers that have nothing better to do than brag about being part of an evil team and ganging up on a girl for some fun..."
Green was right. But those grunts only get touchy with Leaf. Like how hard is it to get kidnapped? I am a sexy girl standing in the middle of your territory and all you want to do is battle? Stupid boys. They don't know anything!
"How about we stay together when we go down there?" Lyra suggested. It was obvious she was terrified. "But first, we should drop off our stuff at the Pokemon Center. I don't want my new dress to get ruined..."
"You girls can go," Gold stated. "We men can keep a look out until you girls come back."
"More like two and a half men," I spat before heading off with the girls.
"I'm a man too!" Gold shouted. I didn't care about his feelings. He looked like he was twelve. I'm just an honest person.
~*~*~*~*~
*Leaf's P.O.V.*
I hung up our gorgeous new outfits in the closet making sure that they wouldn't wrinkle. The girls were talking about their crushes on the couch while I finished unpacking in our new room. I ignored their conversation, making time to wrap a gift for Fire I had purchased back in Violet City.
I bought him an adorable set of Pikachu plushies. Inspired by the Seel Red gave to me a long while ago, I neatly tied a bow around each of the Pikachus' necks in a pretty bow. Linked to the blue ribbons was individual name tags: Red, Leaf and Fire in the middle. He was my kid after all. I might as well accept it!
"You finished yet?" I heard Blue call.
"I'm almost done!" I answered. "Just head on without me, I can catch up in a little bit." I continued to wrap the gift at the desk in the room, focusing on perfection in the presentation. I took a box from my bag and packed the goods inside as my friends headed out the door.
I began to tie the final ribbon around the box when I heard the door click open. I ignored it, assuming it was one of the girls coming to check on me. I focused on Fire's gift, saying, "Don't worry, I'll be done in a second!"
There was a short silence.
"Hello?" I asked, not turning away from the present.
"Oh, I'm just waiting. You said you'd come with me in a second." The answer was not a voice I had expected. The voice was deep. But not as deep as Red's. When I turned, a familiar smirk formed upon his face.
~*~*~*~*~
*Gold's P.O.V.*
"Where is she?" I whined, eager to go kick some mafia butt.
"She's busy with Fire's present or something," Blue shrugged. "She might be a while."
"We should just head on without her," Green suggested. "That man was really wanting his balls back-" I laughed outrageously, cutting Green off. "What's so hilarious?"
I choked, coughing out, "Maybe you'd find his balls in the 'Deep South'." Green punched my arm because of my dirty joke. I continued to laugh.
"Let's go," Red sighed before walking over to the well. "We better be careful, something bad could waiting for us down there..." With Red's warning in mind, we cautiously made our way down the well...
~*~*~*~*~
*Leaf's P.O.V.*
I stared at him, shocked. There was no way he found me out here. He couldn't have found me!
"Hey baby." He wore a new eye color: red. His hair was now pitch black. He had changed so much.
"George," I choked in fear.
"No, call me," he paused dramatically, "Red."
"But how?"
"Colored contacts, hair dye. You know. The usual."
"No. How did you find me? I thought the last time I'd ever see you was in the Pokemon Tower. I ran after I punched your balls that flailed in front of my face."
"Oh, I saw you as you entered the city. I have a job here. The new look I have on is something I started a while ago, just in case I ever saw you again..."
"But-"
George leaned closer to my face. "Let's have some fun. It's a reunion." He puckered his lips an continued to lean closer. I made a fist, forcing it to collide into his ugly face. His neck cracked as his head rapidly swung to the side.
I jumped out from the desk, planning to make a run for it. But I had been unsuccessful. George's long arms reached enough for him to send me to the ground.
"Where do you think you're going? Don't you have a special job? Aren't your responsible for keeping me happy?"
I reached for anything. All that was around me was the furniture set in the room. I let out a wail before George pounced onto my back. He forced his forearm into my shoulder blades, knocking the wind out of me.
"I need a plumber to fix my pipes," George whispered into my ear.
~*~*~*~*~
*Red's P.O.V.*
"What are you planning to do with the Slowpoke?" I yelled, demanding an answer from the Team Rocket goons we had just defeated in the well.
One guy laughed evilly. "We are responsible for cutting off their tails. They make a delicious snack, you know!"
"But these Slowpoke are wild!" Lyra cried from beside me. "They aren't here to be harvested like farm animals!"
"Why do you seem so concerned about these stupid Pokemon," another grunt asked. "Aren't you more concerned for your friend?"
"What friend?" Green fired back. "What threat are we in?"
"Not you," the same grunt said, hinting to someone else. Who was he talking about? "Isn't a little brunette missing from your entourage?"
I thought hard before mumbling, "Leaf..."
~*~*~*~*~
*Leaf's P.O.V.*
My shirts had been ripped clean off my back as I struggled against him. George was too strong for me to do anything. I had been caught off guard once again.
"It would be exciting to see a little me running around," George said, tying my hands together. "Too bad I'll be out working all the time. You'd do all the parenting." George finished his knots and flipped me over with ease. There was no point in fighting him. I was done for. "Should I be seductive or....quick."
I didn't respond.
"Well if you don't care, I'm on a time limit. Let's make this fast!" George sat up and began to unbuckle his belt.
I had an opportunity. With my remaining strength, I forced my heel into his genitals at light speed. He fell back holding his crotch. While he groaned in agony, I squirmed my way up onto my feet and ran for the door so I could bang on it for help.
A couple of feet from the door, George caught up and threw me to the ground again. As I tried to get up, he stomped on the back of my legs, his boots tearing at my flesh. I howled in pain, tears flooding the vision of the nightmare before me. George then covered my mouth, threatening to beat me if I tried to fight back.
I promised I wouldn't rebel. He swept me up off the ground and tossed me onto the bed. I buried my face into the pillows so he couldn't see me sob. I would let him feel power over me.
"You had such pretty legs," George complimented me psychotically, "and you had to go off and ruin them. Why did you do that?" He ran his slender fingers along my legs, making sure his nails scraped into the crevices of the broken flesh. It stung horribly. My feet twitched at every sting from his nails.
His clammy hands finally reached my thighs. I knew this was the point where I'd turn back on life. I would hope to die before I felt him touch me.
BANG.
I heard the door swing open. George stopped touching my leg and screamed in fear. Red had come for my rescue once again.
"Beedrill, poison sting!" Red called. Poison barbs sounded against the walls. A few pierced my back, burning slightly. I didn't care, though. I knew George had been hit worse than me because of his screeching and hollering.
Everything was over soon enough. George had fled in a hurry, leaving me with my friends who were all concerned for me. Especially my Red... The real one...