Posts tagged Team Rocket
Posts tagged Team Rocket
Silver had had enough. The gloves were coming off. His fists were roughly clenched, eyes glaring at the purple barrier covering the city. He looked at N, who gave nothing but a worried expression. “Tear this thing down.”
Once upon a time, there was a happy family. A man and a woman, ever so loving in the life they built. The man was suave, brimmed with confidence and power. His looks were ever so dashing, able to make the men envious and the women smitten. The man was so dedicated in his studies and work. He never thought about stopping to take a break. He never left his job unfinished. He was respected by many. His ambitions and dreams were awed by all. Love was never in his agenda. All he thought about was work, work, work. A workaholic, one might say. The man chased his dreams to the limit, never pondering a minute about stopping to catch a breath.
That is, until a certain lady caught his eye.
They met during a business convention. She was a former ranger, now working in a local farm belonged to her family. A Sneasel, her childhood friend was happily perched on her shoulder. The woman had deep red hair, crimson as rose. It was pulled to a high ponytail, baring her white neck. Her eyes sparkled a milky chocolate shine. She was joyful and talkative, bringing smiles and laughter every time someone talked to her.
Needless to say his heart was stolen the minute she smiled at him and said, “Hello there. I’m Emery.”
His body became ice to see the guns pointing towards him. Her eyes gleamed brighter, even turning into a pair of iris-less orbs. Her snarl grew wider. No, was all the man could ever think of. His feet were glued to the floor, unable to move a single inch. He should move. He should dodge. He should fight back and snap her out of it.
But all that disappeared from his mind.
Because all he could ever think of, all he could ever see now, was Kotone.
Kotone…
Without a word, she released her fire.
White ran and ran. Her legs moved as fast as they could to each room and door. Dry blood carved her skin. And most of all, a ring of black bruises marked both her wrists. The woman winced every now and then, mouth silently cursing to have found nothing. Finally, she barged into another door.
And the first thing – or person – she saw was none other than N.
Silver stood in place as the battle raged on. Dust and rubble covered the room, almost turning the place into a wrecked desert. A loud, piercing sound snapped his attention, making him look up. A Zubat plunged towards Silver, its tiny but sharp fangs ready to bite him.
Silver brought his index and middle finger to his mouth and whistled loudly. Like lightning, Crobat zoomed faster and tugged his trainer upwards. Once airborne, Silver swiftly kicked the wild Pokémon on the head that it crashed to the ground. His bat Pokémon acted as wings for him, letting his silver eyes scan the area for a certain green-haired bastard.
Finally, he spotted him.
Even in the harshest and savage of battles raging on, Proton was seen crossing his arms against his chest and grinning lazily.
And that enraged Silver like a mad Primeape.
Sounds of Pokémon roaring and walls crumbling echoed inside the room. Dust flew everywhere. N brought his arms to his eyes, shielding them. The man looked around. He could see Zoroark tackling a few Koffings. The illusion fox Pokémon crouched on all fours before unleashing another Night Slash. “Zoroark! Be careful!” N shouted at his friend, still worried about his wellbeing. It wasn’t that he doubted the dark-type, but judging by the amount of enemies present, N couldn’t push away the concern even if he wanted to.
The place had turned into a battlefield. The man coughed lightly, exhaling the faint dust that sipped into his nostrils and mouth. N took a few steps backwards, hands closed to his stomach.
”And just where do you think you’re going?”
N stood up slowly, eyes carefully focusing on the man. The executive was casually smoking, as if comfortable with the already thick fog that was oozing in the room. “You know,” N coughed lightly, “smoking is bad for your health.”
Petrel looked at him like he had just spoken in a native language. He chuckled dryly, faint smoke wheezing from his mouth. “Kid, I’ve been smoking since I was 10. I’m healthy as a Rapidash. Besides,” Petrel hopped off his Weezing and threw the cigarette away, “it’s you who should be worried about living right now.” The man gave a lazy smirk, hand lighting up another cigarette.
Silver had had enough. The gloves were coming off. His fists were roughly clenched, eyes glaring at the purple barrier covering the city. He looked at N, who gave nothing but a worried expression. “Tear this thing down.”
Some say I’m a villain.
A monster.
A demon.
A Rocket.
”Haa, this is life!” Kotone said as she twirled on the big black chair. Arms raised in the air, she leaned backwards and stretched happily. The Silph president’s room was grand; it wasn’t a lie. It was the biggest and widest room in the building that it can fit a Mamoswine. The tiles were gold and white. The two huge doors – right after being put back where they were – were made from the finest and thickest mahogany. On the left side were shelves, filled with books and trophies. It almost touched the ceiling and covered one side of the room. On the right side, however, was completely made out of transparent glass, acting as windows for the office. It gave off a magnificent view of the city. Long blinds dangled from each end of the glass, which one can use to cover the clear wall for privacy.
An elegant chandelier was seen in the middle of the ceiling; its lighting so bright, it could light up the whole top floor. And as if the room wasn’t grand enough, there were four statues of the Silph president. It was placed at each corner of the room; each standing on a pedestal. One was in a stance of The Thinker. One was happily hugging a Pikachu. One was standing still with its right hand placed on its chest. And lastly, positioning next to the right side of the desk was the president holding a sword and a shield, preferably resembling honour and dignity.
Silph Co. is a world-renowned company that has made billions within decades. Their branches are widely present in many regions and countries. Their president was a kind, nice old man whose vision exceeds people’s expectation. Now, thanks to him, Silph Co. has become one of the most important and expensive organization ever.
A receptionist sat quietly on her desk. Her eyes were focused on the papers, her perfectly manicured nails tapping on each sheet. Suddenly, sounds of footsteps echoed inside the huge lobby hall. Each tap got louder, indicating that whoever it was, it was moving towards the receptionist. Even so, the Silph worker didn’t look up for she was busy focusing on her paperwork.
Finally, those steps stopped. “Welcome to Silph Co. How may I help you?” The receptionist asked in a formal, polite tone. Her head never looked up to face her customer.
”Yes. I have a little favour to ask actually.” The person – a young woman’s voice – spoke.
The receptionist looked up, mouth ready to form a smile. “And what is that favour may I-“
Click.
The sound of a trigger echoed in her ears. The lady froze completely. She felt something cold touching her forehead; a gun. Her wide, green baffled eyes gawked at the person standing in front of her. That person flashed a white smile. Her attire was full black. Her hair was in pigtails and covered with a big black puffy hat.
Everything was moving too fast.
Before anyone could blink, the huge volcano Pokémon released his attack.
But before he could exhale, Feraligatr plunged on the fire starter’s neck.
Resulting with the flames shot down right next to Silver’s face; its spark crackling his neck and left cheek.
Silver screamed in pain; finally a sound emitting from him. His Pokémon crowded to his aid. Feraligatr and Typhlosion roared and battled savagely. Scratches, deep bites, flames, and a wave of water were everywhere.
“Mama, where are we going?”
Emery looked at his son. The child tugged the sleeve of her blouse. Pursing a small smile, she answered, “We’re going to Sinnoh to see grandma and grandpa. Isn’t that fun?”
The boy bit the insides of his cheeks. He gazed out front. The wonderful island of Cinnabar was slowly fading away from his gaze. He then focused his attention back at his mother. “But Mama, isn’t Papa coming with us?”
He saw her mother’s smile slowly fading away. Emery averted her gaze, her finger softly tapping her cheek. “Well darling, Papa has lots of work to do back home. Sometimes Papa has to sacrifice himself just so he can make us happy.”
His head tilted to the left, confused with his mother’s explanation. “Sacrifice…?”
”How can you be so stupid to have lost her?!”
”How can you be so stupid and cruel to have hurt her in the first place?!”
It was a quiet night in the desert plains of Old Cinnabar. The volcano stood valiantly but frailly. A few boulders rolled down once in a while. Some Pidgeys flew about, making the empty hill their home.
Hidden right under the dead volcano was a secret laboratory. The scene looked just as horrible as the ground above. Shattered glass was everywhere. Crumbled walls were vivid. Rattatas were running about, entering their holes. Sadly, without warning, Proton’s Golbat zoomed at one of the rat Pokémon, gnawing the creature as his lunch. Proton, on the other hand, was sitting with Petrel, playing poker with some poker cards they stole.
Archer sat quietly, his eyes on the stoic Mewtwo. The genetic Pokémon’s head was downcast. He stood here, motionless like a statue. A smile curved up the human’s lip. His hand petted Houndoom’s head. The dark Pokémon purred lovingly, enjoying his caress.
”Why didn’t you tell us?”
