Pokémon Darkest Hour

[03]

"Come on boys! We don't have all day!"

It was an unusual sight to see what looked like a gang of thugs hanging around attempting to do some sort of heist in the middle of the day. It was stupid of them to do such a thing - It's obvious that they would get caught.

But for Damon Sato, getting caught was impossible. And, even if he were to be cornered, he would still find his way out of where ever he was. Somehow.

He was the leader of the so called 'outcasts' in Kanto. The 'outcasts' were group of thugs who went against the laws which the Kanto region held, and, they were practically, well, outcasts.

Damon was a fairly laid back and casual person. He was pretty tall, and had a rosy pale complexion. He had cold grey eyes which were the color of smoke, and liquorice black hair. He was often, if not always, seen donning a scarlet and flint grey shirt, with a raven black jacket over it. Onyx jeans and brown boots finished off his look.

Lighting a cigarette, Damon glanced around him. He wasn't going to get caught, right? He never got caught. But, he still needed to be careful. He couldn't allow himself to get too cocky and over confident, no matter how much he wanted to be.

"You know, I think this whole 'outcasts' name isn't working out." Damon chuckled, watching as the thugs working for him attempted to raid a Pokémon Center. Ah, so that was what they were after. Pokémon. Because going to catch a Pokémon for themselves was way too much work.

"You're right Boss!" One of the thugs exclaimed. "Outcasts is a pretty lame name! Let's think of something else!"

"Uh, how about-" Another thug spoke, tapping his chin. "Damon's Squad?"

"No way dude! That's way too lame!"

Damon rolled his eyes. "Guys, calm down for Arceus' sake! And to be honest Jack, I have to agree with Lars. Damon's Squad just doesn't fit us."

Lars, who was seemingly Damon's favourite, smirked and wacked Jack on the head, who must be considered the 'dumb one' of the group.

"Ow!" Jack rubbed his head and glared at Lars, who sniggered and kicked open an air vent.

"How many Pokémon do you need Boss?" Lars wondered.

"As many as you can get." Damon spoke, not bothering to turn his gaze.

Lars nodded and did what seemed like some sort of salute, and disappeared down the air vent, followed shortly by Jack.

Damon simpered. This is the life. He thought. I can practically get whatever I want, and nobody's going to stop me!

"And this is when Damon Jacob Sato stares at the sky and does some sort of exclamation about why he is doing this. It's like this is all scripted!"

A frown formed on Damon's lips. "Aimee, how many times do I have to tell you to shut the hell up?"

"What? I'm just saying!"

Damon rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to find his partner in crime, Aimee.

Aimee was a petite girl to say the least. Her forehead only just about reached level with Damon's shoulder. And that was when she was in heels. She had long wavy hair which had a gradient from mulberry purple to wine red. Her eyes were a shade of fuchsia. She wore a magenta crop top with a jet black undershirt underneath. Snowy white jeans and black high heeled stiletto boots finished off her look.

"So, how's it going with trying to steal the Pokémon?" Aimee questioned, walking over towards Damon's side.

"I dunno." Damon merely shrugged.