Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH02: Suspicious Coppers

You don't know how long you've been sitting in the cold, bland, interrogation room. Your stomach growled, because you were hungry, but you didn't find the stomach to eat anything, right now. Every so often, someone would come into the room to talk to you, ask you questions, before leaving. You did your best to stay true to the questions, so it wouldn't seem like you were lying, but...

You made a horrible mistake, going to the police.

Your pokemon and father's pokemon were taken away, hopefully sent to the nearby pokemon center for healing, but they were gone. The people who were after you and your father were long gone, and that man... his features burn brightly in your head, a horrible smudge on a perfect white canvas, but you didn't dare give too much information about him. only that there were a group of thugs that went after you and your father, cornered you at the top of a canyon, and your father was thrown off, while you somehow made it to the bottom without falling. You tried to remember every other face that you encountered that night, though the moonlight wasn't exactly bright so you couldn't see the details, but that man... you know his face, every detail, ever visible scar, the way he seemed to always dress, but you didn't give a full description, like the rest. Only a face among many.

But you know the police won't be able to help. You were just hoping they'd be enough to scare them away. Maybe catch a few, but... the culprits were long gone, and now you're all alone...

At least, in the bright light of the interrogation room, all alone, you could finally have some time to process everything. Everything you lost, and the mistakes you probably made along the way. You could feel the sting and pain of your elbows and knees, the cuts in your hands, and the scratches all over your face. You probably could have had worse, considering... everything.

Speaking of your physical pain, you glanced down at your hands, at the bandages wrapped all the way up your arms, disappearing into the cold, damp coat that you wore. This all felt... wrong. To go to the police, end up being mummified by a nurse, and being forced to be interrogated for hours on end... You don't even know how much time has passed, and you felt horribly tired, but you couldn't sleep. Not here. Not like this.

You need to get as far away from here as possible!

What if... they uncover too much? This was the worst decision you could have ever made, but you were scared, frightened. You had nothing else to turn to, and that car was the first thing you spotted. You're sure they're nice fellows. After all, so far the coppers have been awfully polite and sweet to you, probably trying to get as much information from you as possible, but still nice. You got to drink a few cups of water, now, use the bathroom, and you managed to stomach some hot chocolate, though you didn't sip from the cup until you made sure it wasn't drugged.

You probably looked suspicious by your actions, but you don't care. Your personal filter of being discrete and knowing what you wanted to show others and what you didn't has been thrown out the window, right now.

Right now... you just wanted to be alone. After all, that's what you should get used to. Being... alone. Always. Depending only on yourself for survival. That's what the bottom line is, isn't it?

And what's worse... you're probably going to be cornered and killed, and no one will really care. Just another kid that disappeared off of the radar... or it'll be some sort of triumph that you're finally gone.

That's the problem. You don't know who is truly responsible for all of this. An enemy of your father? Family?? Or... something else entirely, that you cannot quite understand, but you need to in order to move on.

First mum... now daddy... and next... you. You're next and you're frightened.

But also very, very angry that you couldn't do a damn thing. That all you could do is run, like a coward. You can't be weak like that anymore, but... what can a kid do? Honestly? If you had nothing, no pokemon, no friends, how can you survive this on your own??