Linkage

10

Wes sat on his desk, harmonica in mouth. He wasn't very gifted musically, but he'd learned it well over a number of years. He figured Cynthia would come back to his work, corner him, and try to force him once again to join forces with her. In fact, he knew it would happen. She would assume that he wouldn't be able to run, so she'd come to avoid his resistance. He wouldn't resist this time though. He would go, but reluctantly.

There was something about waiting in silence for her that was unnerving. He tried to stay stoic, but it was hard. He took quick glances for the door to the records room, wishing that she would show up already. Wes was impatient, which happened rarely, but there was something different about what was going on now. He felt a sense of urgency. He was determined to find whatever happened in his vision, and squash it before it could ever occur.

And Wes wasn't stupid. He knew how to fight, how to detect, how to hunt. He would not be too stupid to figure out what was going to happen, and he was going to drag Cynthia along the way. All he had to do was wait, in uncomfortable anxiousness for when she came.

The phone on his desk rang, and Wes picked it up. "Hello, Officer Wes Marcus speaking."

"Wes," said Byron from over the phone. "Something odd is going down in Canalave and I need you to come down. Can you do that?"

He sighed, wanting to meet Cynthia but being compelled by his job. "Yes, I will."

He flew down at lightning speed. Upon entering the city, he found his way to Byron's gym, where the gym leader rushed him to a house. The house was quaint, and fit the port city well. Its owner was a sailor who did a lot of shipping for the city and thus was a friend of Byron.

When they stepped into the house there seemed to be an odd kind of air. There was something familiar to Wes about the eerie kind of feeling he was getting, as if he had been there before. It was like an odd sense of deja vu, but at the same time very different. It made his skin prickle, as if in warning.

Within a bed there was a little boy, stuck in some kind of trance. Wes stared at him. It was as if he were stuck in some kind of dark energy. The sensation made him want to back away, as if something in his instincts were telling him that there was danger.

Wes could tell there was something amiss.

"What do you think, Byron?" Wes asked.

"There is an island, Fullmoon Island, where champion Hikari went when this happened once," he said, "but I couldn't reach her. You were the first one I thought to contact."

"But what is it?" asked the vigilante. "Why is he this way?"

"There is a Pokemon called Darkrai. It feeds off the nightmares it creates," said the gym leader. "It's opposite, Cresselia, drops lunar wings to relieve people of these nightmares. We need you to go get one because it only comes to a strong presence."

Wes was almost unnerved at the fact that he was interrupted for this. But, seeing as Byron was a source of cash when the wages were going thin, he didn't argue. He just nodded, and followed along. Byron followed him out on a boat with the sailor as they headed for Fullmoon Island.

"Did you feel that in there?" Wes asked, curious about the dark energy.

Byron squinted. "Feel what?"

"The dark energy," Wes responded. "It was almost as if there was something...wrong..."

The gym leader gave him and strange look. "Perhaps you just felt it because of the nightmares. Some people are more sensitive about that kind of thing than others".

But Wes never was.

Fullmoon Island was beautiful. There was a forest of spruces with what looked like a clearing in the middle. Wes followed the two, who no doubt were hoping for something. He remained doubtful, but came along anyways. They talked about the region's mines so Wes just looked around.