Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Pokemon: Rise of the Pokemorph ❯ Teh Trip to Cerulean City Part 2 ( Chapter 4 )

Pokemon: Rise of the Pokemorph

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Only the idea and OC's.

 

Author Notes:

-- This will be used for scene breaks and for when the story switches to another character, but it does not mean that a new section of the story has started.

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`Poketalk'

 

Beta reader: Catsithx

 

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Chapter 4: The Trip to Cerulean City Part 2

 

A man sat in a lawn chair on the coastal road. He slept peaceful even with the large white fox that was a Ninetails on his chest. While this fox was smaller then most of its own kind, it was still rather large covering most of his chest. He wore simple white suit. It was nothing fancy, just a simple white shirt with short sleeves and long pants. The materials were strong showing some signs of wear, but there were no tears. He wore a large straw hat over his face shielding his eyes from the sun that was high up in the sky. His ears were not the rounded ones of a human, but more the triangular ones of a canine. They had white fur on them that matched the Ninetails on his chest. He sat on what appeared to be a white fur coat.

 

He sat on the side of the rode almost in the bushes that lined the road and the ocean on the other side of the road gave a false sense of peace. The man woke up to beeping caused by the watch on his arm. His Ninetails got up and took a seat by the road.

 

`I guess we should get ready' The Ninetails yawned, her tongue hanging out as she did so.

 

“Yes we should.” The man agreed. What had looked to be a fur coat was something very different. Nine long white furry tails extend out from the base of his spine. The back of his pants had been cut so that they would still stay up no matter how far he bent over, but also allowed for these nine tails of his to move unhindered by the fabric of his clothing. “And I've got a new toy to help us today.” The man reached back into the bushes behind his lawn chair and pulled out a pair of knifes. The blades were a foot long with a single curved edge and a rounded tip rather then the pointed piercing tip of most knifes. The sun gleamed off the near flawless silver blades. The man then reached into the bush and pulled out a large long black case with two large pad locks on it. The man undid the locks and opened the case.

 

`What is it?' the Ninetails asked, her head tilting over some to try and get a better view of what ever was in the box.

 

“This is a twenty-eight inch barrel custom made anti personal rifle, a.k.a. The Black Bolt.” The man said. He pulled out a very large, jet-black rifle that could have passed for a low grade anti-tank rifle rather then the anti-personal one he said it was. “Fires a twenty-two by thirty-nine millimeter incineration round.” The man stated admiring the rifle. “Total kick-back force of forty nine pounds, eight ounces of raw pressure.” The weapon had a scope the size of a small telescope on it. “It requires a total of eight seconds to cool down after each shot. It can fire up to 5,000 feet accurately and still have a pin-point landing.” The man loaded a single large round tip shell into the back end of the barrel before closing it. He walked down the road a short ways carrying the gun as though it weighed nothing at all.

 

'Sounds like it ill cause some damage.' The Ninetails said.

 

“That's the plan. And would you look at that, right on time.” The man as a large boom sounded. The big bus that had been traveling down the road toward them came to stop at an awkward angle. One of the tires must have been blown. Slowly, a set of men came out of the woods and walked up to the bus. The man set up his rifle and took aim toward the bus.

 

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Jeremy looked on in fear along with all of the others. Team Rocket had surrounded the bus. Not only did these Rocket Grunts have pokeballs on their belts, they also had guns in hand. Melody clung on tightly to Jeremy; he could feel her heart beat at a much faster then normal. His Pokemon side was kicking in and he knew it. He could now smell the fear in the air, hear every last little thing on the bus, and his eyes focused in and seemed to make a note of everything all at once. Jeremy looked to the front of the bus. His eyes must have been at their best because Jeremy clearly made out a figure far down the road ahead. He even made out the rifle that man had. “They're not joking around.” Jeremy said his voice now full of fear. “They got some sort of rifleman down the road with one very big gun.” Jeremy stated.

 

The Rockets had now completely surrounded the bus with three Grunts on the left and right sides of the bus and two guarding the front the back. Beside each of them was the Ice-type Pokemon, Froslass. It was obvious that that choose their Pokemon for live capture rather then having to carry back bodies. Froslass were always know for their power ice attacks that more often then not, simply froze their opponents rather then kill them.

 

`I'm scared.' Melody said, as her hold around Jeremy's arm was only getting tighter. Soon enough, it would cut off all flow of blood into the arm if it continued to tighten. Jeremy's claw had begun to form at this point; their pointed tip slowly grew out of his hands and began to turn bright silver in color. His senses heightened as he now hear the hearts of all of passengers on the bus. He could smell the sweat and fear in the air around.

 

“Listen up. We're for the Pokemon. Any attempts to resist could prove to be fatal. My men have been known to have itchy trigger fingers.” The Leader of the Rocket Grunts shouted. “This is how were going to do this.” All ten of Froslass opened their mouths and let loose an Ice Beam. The beams shined in the sunlight slowly in casing the large bus in a thin layer of clear ice. The door to the bus was left untouched to allow easy access to the treasures that lay inside the now frozen prison. “All of you will return you Pokemon to their Pokeballs. Anyone who forgot to bring their pokeballs will tell the Pokemon to obey us.” Jeremy looked around frantically searching for a way out of this alive while keeping everyone's Pokemon safe. “After all Pokemon have been returned to their pokeballs, the youngest person on the bus will come out and hand over the pokeballs in bag.” Jeremy knew there had to be a way out; he just had to find it. “And just so we are clear on the matter, any tricks can and will most likely be met with death.” The commander shouted his threat.

 

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The man who held the rifle looked on taking aim at the Rocket's who had no idea he was there. He adjusted his scope and prepared to fire. He was currently on one knee and his nine tails spread out as though they served to steady him. “Current kills count. Six.” The man said with emotionless voice. He fired the rifle he had with a loud bang that rang out through the area. The Rocket's never had time to react before the shell found its mark.

 

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The loud gunshot rang out clearly. Almost instantly, the entire group of Rocket's and the Froslass that had been with them on the left side of the bus burst into flames as a small wave of green fire engulfed the road that lay to the left of the bus. The ice that had coated the left side of the bus quickly melted away as the window's fractured from the force of the blast of whatever had attacked. Six burning bodies flew back along the road, each one seemingly acted as a torch. The red and green flames that lit up the area hugged the bodies of the three humans and three Pokemon. The Rocket Commander was none too happy about the attack. He turned to face whoever it was that had challenged him. In the distance, he saw a single man. The man walking closer now with the smaller then average sized Ninetails that only stood up to just over the man's waistline.

 

“Who the hell are you?” The commander shouted with a very loud and angry voice.

 

“I used to be called the Whitefox. A top of the line assassin who used to work for your boss.” The man replied. His large straw hat still hid his ears, although his tails were now clearly visible to everyone on the bus and the Rocket Grunts that had surrounded it. “Now then, I need you to deliver a message to that ex-boss of mine.” The man stated as he walked closer. By now, all of the Rocket Grunts had their guns pointed at him.

 

“A Ninetails. Now that's a rare find these days. Tell ya what.” The commander shouted snapping his fingers. All seven of the remaining Froslass now circled the man and his Ninetails. “Surrender the Pokemon along with any others you have and we might just let you off with a broken arm.” All of the Froslass that had circled the man prepared to attack. “Otherwise, we'll take em by force.”

 

“Didn't I tell that I was one of the assassins created by your boss?” The man stated. He showed no signs of fear, rather he looked irritated by the Rocket Grunts who pointed the guns at him. “But if you want to die, I'll be happy to assist you.” The man bowed down, the straw hat falling off his head showing his white canine ears.

 

“Your one of those stray agents aren't you?” the commander shouted. “The boss will pay big money to have you back.” The commander grinned. He was well informed of the few missing stray agents that had defected from Team Rocket. He knew that would lose some men, but the reward gained from his capture would more then make up for the loss of a few grunts.

 

“Yes I am. Did they tell you about me and my gifts?” the man asked as he stood back up.

 

“Kill him!” The commander shouted. Both the man and his Ninetails opened their mouths, a deep shade of red and yellow light gathering in their throats. All seven of the Froslass attacked with Ice Beam, the beams all glowed with a soft blue light that made them look harmless. The man and his Ninetails countered with powerful Firestream attacks. Even with the seven Ice Beams coming at them, the large wave of fire tore through the air. The large scale fire attack hit two of the Froslass almost melting the Pokemon all together. The front ends of both Pokemon had been completely charred off reveal the blackened remains of what used to be their internal organs.

 

The man let out a howl as the remaining Froslass backed off letting the grunts take a shot at the targets. A layer of white fur grew out of the man's skin as claws extended from his fingers. His teeth had gone from those of a human's mouth to those of Ninetails as his jaw grew out becoming a short furry snout.

 

Jeremy looked on in confusion. Had his dream been truthful in the fact that there were others like him?

 

The man's eyes changed from rounded pupils to oval ones that almost perfectly matched his Ninetails. He drew his knifes as he charged in. He was intent on killing most of the humans and quite possibly, all of the Pokemon that belonged to the Rocket Grunts. He ran at a very low angle, his knees almost gliding over the payment that made up the road as he ran. He held the knives with the blade facing down. His Ninetails took off in the opposite direct aiming for the Pokemon in her path.

 

Jeremy just watched. He could not take his eyes off the man, who ever he was.

 

The man charged in slicing the throat's of two Grunts before they even had a chance to fire. He moved in blur of white fur, his tails quickly following his. The man's motions were like water. It was as if he had no spine. Every shot fired at him would miss as he tilted his body out of the way.

 

While everyone on the bus thought that they were now caught in some sort of war screaming out of fear as the battle in front of them. Melody clung ever tighter to Jeremy. Jeremy just looked on as though he had seen this person before. The movements seemed so familiar, as if he had a part in perfecting them. Jeremy couldn't put a finger on it, but he knew this person. He was even able to follow the man and even started to predict his movements. “Left knife, right eye.” Jeremy muttered under his breath.

 

The man charged in quickly upon another grunt. His right hand swung the knife closely over the grunt's body who had just managed to duck in time to avoid the attack. The man quickly turned his tails tripping the man behind and the knife in his left hand found its mark. The blade was thrust right into the grunt's right eye as he fell before it was quickly jerked right back out, blood and brain being ripped out of place as the body hit the ground.

 

The Ninetails moved just a gracefully as the man did, but her motions were less solid. As though she was the wind, she moved about diving under and over the shards of ice that were sent flying her way. She moved as though it was a dance, her muscles all relaxed, easily bending and twisting. She did not attack like her trainer, but instead waited for the ideal opportunity to present itself. One of the Froslass tried to tackle her and she let loose another powerful stream of fire which held the same devastating effect as the one she had released before. The charred remains of what was once a beautiful Pokemon that was valued for their looks now lay in the middle of road. The Ninetails returned to dancing around the incoming icy attacks.

 

Jeremy continued to watch. His fear had been replaced by confusion. If he was one of these defected agents like the man who was fighting the grunts outside the bus, then why had he not remembered any of it? “Twin slash, neck.” Jeremy once again muttered too low for anyone to hear him.

 

The man charged toward another grunt. He jumped at the last second as a bullet shot through the space where his heart had just been. The grunt turned to face his attacker, but was met by a pair of blades that left two clean cuts in his neck. Blood flowed down his neck as though a sink of red water had been emptied. He charged toward his next target. By now, only three of the humans remained the commander and two grunts. The man charged forward, his eyes showed that he was ready to kill. His eyes suddenly shot completely open as if he had been shot. A large spray of blood shot out of his mouth as he tripped over his feet. The grunt took this chance and opened fire. The man threw one knife into the heart of the grunt and the second knife into the skull of the commander. He rolled away avoiding the first two shots that were fired at him. The remaining grunt managed to fire off a second shot before the man had time to move again. The shot caught him in the arm.

 

The Ninetails saw her master fall and her style of combat instantly turned from a calm peaceful style to an aggressive, almost insane style. No longer bothering to hold back, she releases stream after stream of flame at her foes reducing the four Froslass that were left to nothing more then piles of charred organs. The Ninetails charged over to her master as the last of the Rocket's held a gun to head. He looked up only to see a set of fangs fly into his shoulder. He dropped the gun and tried to get the once calm white nine tailed fox off of him. The man slowly got up. “Down girl, we need at least one of them alive to deliver our message.” The man said wiping a large sum of blood from his mouth as he returned to his human form which included his ears and tails.

 

“What are you?” the grunt shouted as the fox let go of his shoulder. Jeremy could smell the large amount of fear that this one grunt produced over all of the other scents in the bus.

 

“You will tell your boss that Whitefox has returned. And let him know that this time, I intend to finish what I started last time we met.” The man said. “Now get out of here before I decide to kill you anyway.” The man still had a small amount of blood leak from his mouth.

 

The Ninetails opened her mouth as the Rocket Grunt ran. She let loose a controlled burst of fire on the bus freeing it from the ice that had encased it. The man who called himself Whitefox opened the door to the bus and walked in. The passengers all held looks of fear after seeing the man battle. They knew he wasn't human and they feared him for it. One of the trainers acted on that fear and called out his Warturtle. He went to go give it a command but quickly changed his mind. Whitefox almost instantly returned to his Pokemon and let out a loud roar causing the Warturtle to run behind its master. “I just saved your lives and this is how you repay me. You make an attempt to attack me.” Whitefox shouted returning to his human form. “Why do I even bother saving your kind?” He asked himself out loud as he walked to the back of the bus.

 

“Who are you?” Jeremy asked. He had somehow managed to return to his human form without anyone noticing that he wasn't human.

 

“I'm Whitefox. I used to be one of the top Rocket assassins until I left.” The man replied. “I'm going to need your help later on. Don't worry about finding me, I'll come to you. Also, everything will be explained when the time is right.” The man held out a pokeball to Jeremy. Melody jerked back as Whitefox extended his hand out and she dragged Jeremy back with her. “I believe this belongs to you. You left it behind when you quit.” The ball was decorated with bands of silver paint, but other then that it was a normal everyday red and white pokeball.

 

“What is it?” Jeremy asked as he took the ball.

 

“Until we meet again.” Whitefox started walking back down the bus to bus without even so much as a hint to what lay inside the pokeball. He was just about to get off the bus when he threw up a fair amount of blood again. His Ninetails helped to support until he caught his balance. “Oh ya, it's been nice seeing ya again.” The man called out as he walked off the bus. He walked over and collected his knifes cleaning them with a set of cloths he had in his pockets and then walked down the road to where he had left his rifle. Jeremy just watched as the man left his field of view. This man knew something, but he wasn't going to say a thing.

 

The bus driver was the first to recover from the shock of the attack and worked as fast as he could to change the tire that had popped. He wanted nothing more then to just get back to Cerulean City and spend the rest of the day just relaxing after what had happened. Within ten minutes, the bus driver had the wheel changed and the bus was back on its way. The rest of the trip was quite. Almost everyone was fearful of another Rocket attack, but not Jeremy. Jeremy just sat there; a look of confusion mixed with signs of seriousness coated his face.

 

Whoever that man was, he knew something. Jeremy would have to get him to talk the next time they say each other. Melody still clung to his arm, but he didn't really care right now. He was too busy trying to figure out what all this man had to do with him. This Whitefox had made it sound like they worked together, but that would mean that he was one of the Rocket's personally assassination team. Everyone knew that when someone who could do some serious damage to Team Rocket showed up, then one of their assassins would follow now. Unlike the Team Rocket that had caused trouble for many trainers back when Ash was still traveling. The current Team Rocket was a ruthless bunch. They had moved from simple small time thefts and a few large attacks here and there to a full blown criminal organization capable of many things.

 

Misty looked over at Jeremy and saw his face. “What's up?” she asked, a little bit of fear was still in her voice.

 

“I'll tell you once we get to the gym. I don't want to discuss it here.” Jeremy replied. Jeremy held the pokeball he had been given in his hand. The man had said that he left it behind when he quit, but what did he quit?

 

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The rest of the trip to Cerulean City was quite, but people calmed down after reaching Celadon City. The group quickly headed for the gym. Ash was still a little shaken up from the attack, but he didn't seem to be that concerned about it right now. Misty just walked along, quite as always. Jeremy still had Melody on his arm. She seemed to be hit hard by the attack and now refused to even give Jeremy an inch of his arm back. The group made it to the gym late in the day. They would have to work extra hard to finish up the repairs by Saturday. The group had forgotten to release their Eevee, but given the circumstances, they were a bit preoccupied. Once at the gym, they headed for the back of the gym, a place where few trainers would go. The back of the gym was pretty basic for water-type gym. Large aquariums lined the walls and were filled with various water-type Pokemon that were common to the Kanto region. The group walked along in the quite halls. It was already getting dark outside. Misty's sisters must have gone out for diner as they weren't anywhere around.

 

“So, what's up Jeremy?” Misty finally broke the silence.

 

“That man. He was just like me. Part human, part Pokemon. He acted as if he knew me.” Jeremy replied.

 

“If you ask me, he's not the kind of guy you want to get involved with.” Ash stated a strong dislike in his voice. “He killed those Rocket's and their Pokemon like they meant nothing.”

 

“I still have to find him. He knows more then he told me. I have to find out how much he does know about me.” Jeremy said. His mind was now set on finding out who he was more then ever.

 

“What's in that pokeball he handed you?” Misty asked.

 

“I don't know, but he said I left it behind when I quit, whatever that means.” Jeremy stated. He threw the ball up into the air and a familiar white light was released from the open ball. The light took the shape of the psychic dragon Latias. Upon seeing Jeremy, the Latias charged over to him and gave him a large hug.

 

`I missed you.' The words just appeared in his head.

 

“A Latias?!” both Ash and Misty cried out at once not having seen one since they were in Altomare.

 

“You can talk?” Jeremy asked not realizing that words had just appeared in his head.

 

`No, I'm a psychic type remember.' The Latias let him go.

 

“Oh yea. The man who handed me your pokeball said that I forgot to take you with me when I quit. What did he mean by that?” Jeremy asked.

 

`I'm not really sure. You never took me out on your job or told me much about it. I know that you did a lot of travelling though.' The Latias told him. `Why do you ask?'

 

“Because I can't remember much of anything about my past.” Jeremy said.

 

“Why do I get the feeling that we're missing half of this conversation?” Ash asked Misty.

 

`You mean you don't even remember me. You hatched me from an egg.' The Latias sort of pouted.

 

“I don't even know who my parents are.” Jeremy said.

 

`He must have really gone through with it.' Latias said.

 

“Who went through with what?” Jeremy asked.

 

`Well, first off, my name is Ruby. And secondly, I overheard one of the other people you worked with say that they gonna get back at the guy you worked for. That's all I know about that though.' Ruby said tilting her head thinking. Her stomach let off very low growl. `You wouldn't have anything to eat would you?' Ruby asked putting one of her paws in her stomach.

 

“I think we could all use a bite to eat.” Jeremy stated.

 

“Agreed.” Misty and Ash both happily agreed. The group had not eaten anything since before they left Viridian City.

 

“We can leave most of our Pokemon here while we go out and bring back some food.” Jeremy suggested. “That way they can stretch some and talk with each other.”

 

“Sounds like a plan.” Ash reached for his pokeballs. He only brought four with him today. He threw them up into the air releasing his Bayleaf, Noctowl, and Eevee Lola. Misty did the same releasing all five of her Pokemon. Throwing the balls into the air, they released her Starmie, Gyarados, Golduck that took forever to evolve, Lapras, and Eevee, Lilo. Jeremy also threw his three pokeballs into the air releasing his Riolu, Ricky, Quilava, and Eevee, Rebecca.

 

“Ruby, would you and my Quilava watch over everyone and keep an eye on the place while we go out and get some food?” Jeremy asked.

 

`Sure, I'd be happy to. I do have a request though. I haven't had any pancakes in a long time. Could you pick up some blueberry ones for me, please?' Ruby asked.

 

“I don't see why not.” Jeremy started walking for the door because Melody tugged at his arm. She didn't feel so comfortable about being near so many Pokemon all at once.

 

“We'll be back soon. Now all of you behave while we go get some food.” Misty told the Pokemon as she caught up with Ash and Jeremy.

 

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It was a quick walk over to the local supermarket. The group split into two groups. Ash, Misty, Pikachu went one way while Jeremy and Melody went the other. Luckily the store was mostly empty while they were there or Melody might not of be willing to go in. First her parents were killed, then she was captured. She escaped after seeing one of her brothers tore open and the other possibly get killed. Then to add to the trauma she had gone through, the Rockets attacked again, but were stopped by the Whitefox in the most brutal of fashions. Life was not going good for Melody and Jeremy knew this.

 

“You're taking this well.” Jeremy said. “I know a few Pokemon and people who would have completely lost it by now if they were in your shoes.” Jeremy said trying to comfort Melody. He pushed a cart along and grabbed nine cartons of fruit juice.

 

`I'm scared. What if they come back?' Melody said in a low voice.

 

“I won't let anything else happen to you.” Jeremy said reaching to grab some pancake batter before setting it in the cart.

 

`I've lost too many. I don't want to lose anyone else.' Melody said, her voice had hints of sadness to go with fear she now had in her.

 

“I understand that.” Jeremy knew what it was like to lose something precious. He had lost his memories. He had no idea who his family was or what they were. “I've lost most of my memories which means that I have no idea who my family is. They could have been searching for years and I would never know.”

 

`It sounds like both of us have lost too much.' Melody said. She felt a little better knowing that there was someone there who understood her. Perhaps life was not so bad to her. By the time Jeremy had met up with Ash and Misty at the check out lane, they had one full cart of various foods. Misty was paying for the food since she was the Gym leader for Cerulean City. Gym leaders got discounts for most things as long as they were related to the gym they ran. It was the way thanked the Gym leader for watching over the city.

 

The group walked out of the store carrying their bags. Even Melody carried one just so she could hang on to Jeremy's arm.

 

“Look daddy. A Lucario.” A voice shouted behind them. The group turned to see a little girl and her father walking toward them. They were your everyday people, but some of the richer folks of Celadon City.

 

“I see that dear.” The man said. He must have been her father. He wore a complete business suit. His daughter wore a very well designed pink floral dress.

 

“I want it, daddy. Get me that Lucario.” The girl asked her father.

 

“We can get you a Lucario later on. I'm sure that this trainer likes his Lucario.” The father said.

 

“But I want that Lucario.” This time, the girl had a bit of anger behind her voice.

 

“Alright, give me a few.” The man said. He walked up to Jeremy. “Young man. I am Richard Halteon. My daughter here,” The man looked down at his daughter. “Lisa would like that Lucario of yours. I have many other strong Pokemon with me and can get you many others. I can even pay cash if you request it. Now, how would I be able to convince you to part with your lovely Lucario.”

 

Jeremy just had a look of confusion on his face. He knelt down and looked at Lisa. She was young, maybe eight or nine. “I'm sorry Lisa, but my Lucario is not for sale.” Jeremy said.

 

“But I want it. Daddy, get me that Lucario.” Lisa shouted, she was quickly becoming angry by the fact that someone had dared to tell her no.

 

“Young man, there must be something that you would be willing to trade for your Lucario. Just name it.” Richard said.

 

“Let me think on that.” Jeremy got back up. “I've made a promise to keep this Lucario safe. I'm not one who just breaks his promises easily.” Jeremy explained. “So, as for what I would be willing to trade for this Lucario.” Jeremy paused and the little girl looked up happily at him thinking he would trade it. “I don't want to trade it.” Jeremy finished.

 

“Daddy, get me that Lucario now.” The little girl screamed.

 

“Lets get going.” Jeremy said. He started walking off toward the gym. Richard pulled out his check book and filled out a check for a million dollars.

 

“Young man, here.” Richard handed Jeremy the check. “This should be well more then enough to change your mind.” Jeremy didn't even look at check, he just tore it up. Lisa was quickly becoming angry by the fact she did not get her Lucario, so she decided to try and get it herself. She ran up to Melody and grabbed Melody's paw.

 

“I'll call you Jessica.” Lisa said. “We're gonna be best friends.” Melody jerked her paw out of Lisa's hand causing Lisa to fall backward.

 

“First off, her name is Melody.” Jeremy said turning around.

 

“Its Jessica.” Lisa shouted getting back up.

 

“And secondly, she is stay with me.” Jeremy was starting to get a bit irritated now.

 

“Let go of my pet. You took daddy's check which means she's mine.” Lisa shouted. People were starting to gather around.

 

“Lisa, calm down. I'll get you a Lucario, don't worry about it.” Richard said.

 

“But I want Jessica and I want her NOW!” Lisa shouted. She ran back over to grab Melody for a second time. Jeremy caught her hand though.

 

“Never before have I seen such a spoiled brat. Have you ever taught this girl the meaning of the word no?” Jeremy asked. Lisa struggled to break free of Jeremy's grip, but it was no use. Jeremy's enhanced strength easily overpowered the Lisa's.

 

“How dare you talk about my little girl that way.” Richard shouted. A large crowd had now gathered around. “You accepted that check which means that Lucario belongs to my daughter.”

 

“You mean the check that I ripped into little pieces.” Jeremy countered. His irritation was quickly getting the better of him as his eyes started to change. “Now take your daughter and leave me alone. Melody is not up for sale or trade.” Jeremy forcefully handed Lisa's hand over to her father.

 

“He's hurting me.” Lisa whined.

 

“That's it. We'll settle this with a battle. Your Lucario verses my-” Richard started.

 

“Lets go.” Jeremy turned and started walking away with Ash and Misty.

 

“Hey you, get back here.” Richard shouted. He threw a pokeball into the air releasing an Infernape. “Get that Lucario.” Richard shouted.

 

Infernape charged forward. Jeremy set down his bag and freed himself from Melody's grip. One of his eyes had started to turn black while the other one turned white. They were still mostly human, but would soon change completely if this continued. Just as Infernape was about to land a blow on Melody, Jeremy threw his fist forward. His fist caught the Infernape dead in its chest sending it flying back into a nearby tree.

 

“No means no. If you dare to send another one of your Pokemon after me and my friends, I'll drag you to the nearest police station and get that million you offered me in court.” Jeremy shouted just as Officer Jenny pulled up.

 

“What's going on here?” Jenny asked.

 

“That man doesn't take no for answer.” Jeremy snapped.

 

“Cool it or I'll have to take you in. Now start from the beginning.” Jenny said. The Growlithe she was with took a seat on the pavement.

 

“That man tried to buy Melody, my Lucario.” Jeremy started.

 

“The name is Jessica and she's mine. You accepted daddy's check.” Lisa shouted.

 

“I refused to sell her and Richard there handed me a check. I tore it up and handed him back the remains.” Jeremy continued. “Then Lisa there ran over and tried to take Melody.”

 

“I thought I told you her name was Jessica. Now hand her over to me.” Lisa shouted again.

 

“Then, when I turned to walk away, he tried to attack us with his Infernape. The one over there by that tree.” Jeremy said.

 

A few people from the crowd walked over and verified Jeremy's story. “I guess you're free to go.” Jenny told Ash, Misty, and Jeremy. “But as for you. There are some hefty fines for attacking another person with your Pokemon. You'll be coming down to the station with me.” Jenny said.

 

Ash, Misty, Jeremy, and Melody all walked back to the gym where they found Misty's sisters Lily, Daisy, and Violet had returned.

 

“It's about time you got back here. What kept you?” Lily asked.

 

“We were attacked by Team Rocket on the way down here.” Jeremy said.

 

“Oh, Jeremy. I have something for you.” Violet said. Violet held out a baseball cap similar to the one he already had on. “I've lined the back of it with some silk and some wool. It should be much more comfortable for those ears of yours.”

 

“Thanks.” Jeremy took of the hat he had on and put on the red one he was given. He held his ears back while he put the hat on. The silk and wool in the back of the hat comfortably fit around his ears. “This is much better then the one I had.” Jeremy had no problems with his new hat.

 

“It's the least we could do. I mean, come on. With all the help you and Ash are giving us, there wasn't much we could give you. You're not competing in the Indigo League, so a badge was out of the question.” Violet explained. “Speaking of which, we also got something for you Ash.” Violet pulled out a small, undecorated box. Lily opened the top of it and pulled out a Pikachu cover for his pokedex.

 

“We found it a few days ago in Celadon City. Apparently, this just came in from the Sinnoh Region.” Lily explained.

 

“And now that we've given these, can you do something for us?” Daisy asked. “Like tell us who where you got a Latias. She seems real nice.”

 

“That's just Ruby. Apparently, I have a few friends that still remember me.” Jeremy then gave a detailed explanation about the Rocket attack back in the forest and the attack on the bus. He left out the part where he was predicting Whitefox's moves though. “And that's why we were late.” Jeremy finished.

 

“This Whitefox guy doesn't seem to trust worthy. I mean, he tells you that he knows you then just leaves without any explanation.” Violet said crossing her arms.

 

“Well, I'm gonna go start making the meals we got for the Pokemon.” Jeremy headed for the kitchen.

 

“I'll help.” Violet ran over to walk with Jeremy to the kitchen. Violet had spent the last few months learning to cook and thought the extra practice might help her.

 

“While you're making dinner, we'll start on the repairs.” Misty shouted. Ash, Misty, Lily, and Violet all walked off toward the main pool which also served as the arena for gym battles and stage for all of the Cerulean City Gym performances.

 

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Author Notes: The original idea of the know it all jackass type character Whitefox belongs to one Soulwing Whiteheart. While I may have designed what he looks like and what powers he has, the idea to put him in the story belongs to Soulwing. While this story is coming along nicely, I have found that having a few predetermined variables can often help to improve my writing greatly. Therefore, I am asking for some ideas on two major villains for the story. See my profile for details.