We Are The Pokemon & We Have Risen [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 12

Captured twice in the same week. I'd say what are the odds, but in my life the odds are jerks.

So here I am, watching a ugly human pace back and forth across the concrete in front of me. And when I say ugly, I don't mean all humans are gross, but this guy looked like he fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. He wasn't skinny or fat, but caught in a awkward place between. He had bad acne scars and greasy hair that was dyed blue and under a white beanie. His clothes were cheap punk goth rags, with a top that said, 'STICK IT TO THE MAN'.

Might as well said, 'I'M A RIPOFF OF EVERY ROCK BAND EVER MADE'.

In other words: he was a kid. A kid who thought the world was scared of stupid shirts and punk hair. The only thing serious about him was the Honchkrow that perched on his shoulder. Red eyes, savage beak, and black black feathers the color of tar and death.

"Now we could probably make a bunch of money if we put her up for ransom. Isn't the Champion looking for her?" Head Punk turned to look at his cohorts. There was a skinny wretched girl chewing bubble gum loudly and wearing clothes that barely covered her. She had on badly done makeup and her hair was done in scraggly pigtails.

"How do we know it's even the right one? There are like, tons of Eevees." She groaned from her spot on some unused pipes. Mike was resting under her arm, and I saw the similarities between the two.

"I heard it was magic or something." Cohort number three, a chubby almost lovable looking guy who was throwing a ball to Josey, piped up. The Vennipiede jumped up and caught the ball in his mouth, bringing it back to his trainer.

"It's got gold eyes you half-wits!" Punk Boss yelled and his Honchkrow cawed and flapped its wings as if in agreement. I attempted to move, but the chains tightened around my throat again and I gagged. Pretty ironic for someone with the title of Chainsmasher.

I started to thrash, then held still as I saw two hazel eyes staring straight at me.

A human kid, he couldn't have been more than eleven was looking at me in a scared way.

"All that golden eye crap was just internet rumors." The girl snorted. The boy had his hands and feet bound by rope, face dirty and scared, framed by brown hair.

"Plus we already got the kid back there. Maybe we could make it work for us?" Me and the human were locked in an intense staring match and neither of us were giving up. I took a step towards him and he flinched, making a small frightened noise. Punk Boss turned around and saw me.

"Hey! Watch it, Rat!" He snarled, gabbing one of my chains. I gagged and coughed up words.

"Bite me punk."

"HOLY ARCEUS!" He howled, dropping my restraint like it was red hot and jumping back several feet.

"We told ya boss." Mike said triumphantly, stepping forward to the Honchkrow. "She's the Eevee!" Boss ruffled his feathers.

"Jonny, something actually worked!" The girl squealed. Johnny slicked back his blue hair and stood up.

"Yeah, it did didn't it! Amelia, Thomas, go to the other warehouse and get the Xtransciver. I'll watch the captives." He said it like he was going to strangle a Luxray with his bare hands rather than watch a chained scrawny kid and Pokemon. "And leave you're Pokemon." The henchman and woman looked at each other reluctantly, then nodded to Mike and Josey, and ducked under the garage doors and escaped into the night.

Jonny smiled in triumph and sat back in a folding chair, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. I turned back to the boy, who looked even more fearful if that was possible. I laid down on my stomach with my paws out in front if me.