"How long?" A raspy voice asked, his voice considerably quieter than it had been for the past two days, much to the relief of those around him. The room was silent, each person dead quiet, not wanting to disturb the peace. "How long?!" the man shouted. His knuckles were white as he gripped the table's edge, bullets of sweat pouring down his face. Someone stood up, clearing their soar throat.
"One hour, twenty three minutes." He said, sitting back down. The man from earlier slammed his fist on the table, the bottom of his fist turning a bright red.
"Go. Clean up." The man ordered. Those who stood around the table quickly fled, exiting through the only door in the room. After a few moments of silence, his voice broke through the air again. "How many more must you take?" a tear rolled down his face, his teeth still grating together in rage. "How many?!" he shouted, another tear sliding down his scarred cheek.
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Vixx was perched in a tree branch, his eyes gently falling over the bridge that seemed to be disappearing, large chunks of the many bricks that made it up crumbling, rising upward, and vanishing. Vix casually tossed his brown hair to one side, his blue eyes trained on the rogue Persian escaping the wave of destruction. It was moving slowly, but nothing could avoid its movement. Vixx sighed and raised a hand to his ear, a headset appearing where he put his fingers.
"Cancel program AX-78C," Vixx said. Suddenly, he was pulled from this world, his vision going black. Hr held up his two, slender hands to his head and removed the band-like headset from his face. "I hate it when simulations fail," he muttered, casually putting the headset down on his desk.
His office at the Silph Co. headquarters were nothing special, regardless of his rank in the corporation. If he had wanted to, he could have simply asked his boss to move him up to the executive rankings, but he was more interested in the hardcore programming. The office he worked in was a small one, not much larger than your average bedroom. He had a plain, wooden desk with an advanced computer system, running off of his own operating network, Por09. The computer had a monitor that wasn't much thicker than your average cell phone nowadays, and the tower itself was average size, but with the storage capacity of over 700 gigabytes. The door and wall he had seperating himself from the rest of his floor were glass, as was the huge window behind him that opened out into the bustling city beneath them.
Vixx gently tugged on the cord connecting his headset to the computer, gently coaxing his computer's system. "Come on out... Time to go home..." Vixx cooed. He saw a small blue and pink tinge of electricity run across the cord and absorb into his headset, the pink screen in front of his face firing up. A picture of his Porygon2's face appeared suddenly, along with a list of function capacity checking programs. "System's diagnostic check?"
"All systems on both hard drive and headset functioning at near maximum capacity." A female voice chimed in his ear.
"near?" Vixx asked, his eye staring at the Porygon2's face.
"Your simulation failed, did it not?" the voice asked again. Vixx responded with a sigh and started to pick up his things.
"That it did." Vixx continued to grab his bag, laptop, and a few of his writing implements. The gentle moonlight from behind him gently fell upon his back, illuminating his otherwise pitch-black office, now that the computer was shutting down. Vixx jammed his equipment, papers, and other objects into his laptop case and wandered nout of his office, emptying into a large amount of cubicles. He wandered over to the elevator, sighing to the empty room. The backlight on his HUD whirred on, and his Porygon began the start up features. The elevator dinged, and he walked inside, inching himself next to two men in large trench coats, their hats pulled down above their eyes.
"I feel like you guys are going to just abduct me, y'know?" Vixx said, followed by a short-lived laugh. His tiny frame was dwarfed by these two figures, his bright blue jeans and black shirt with neon green lines running down the sides contrasting severely with the two stranger's black coats. When the elevator reached the bottom floor two other men stood outside of the door, wearing the same tench coats identical to the ones the men in the elevator wore. As Vixx stepped out of the elevator, they closed in on him. Vixx slung his shoulder strap over his other shoulder so that it wouldn't fall off.
"Porygon2! Tri-beam!" Vixx called out. A sharp whirring came from his headset, and a Porygon materialized in front of him, spinning like a top. A beam consisting of fire, ice, and thunder all shot out, sending the four men to the ground, each tending to their own problems, be it freezing, burning, or getting their muscles to work after a shock. Vixx made a break for the door, slamming his body at the handle. His Porygon2 trailed behind him, ready for another attack.
He stumbled out into a street, and found himself face to face with another three trench coats. "Ice beam!" Vixx shouted. His pokemon let loose a beam more cold than ice itself at the feet of the two imposing men, freezing their legs in place. Vixx placed a hand on the pokeball attached to his waist, ready to send out his Pikachu if need be. Fortunately, them being rooted in place allowed Vixx a chance to run down the street, towards his house. When he reached his door, he was gasping for breath, his hands numbly fumbling with the key in the lock. "C'mon..." he muttered, twisting harder. "C'mon!" The lock gave, and the door swung open. Vixx slammed the door shut behind him, twisting the deadbolt.
He ran to the back of the house, into his room. His house was simple, that was to be sure, but it was also a great place to hide. There were three main rooms, the living room, the bedroom, and the bathroom. The living room was connected to the little kitchen and dining area, but it gave Vixx lots of room for after hours work. Vixx slowly pulled himself back into his bedroom, feeling the foot of his soft bed. His Porygon2 had been faithfully following him, prepared for whatever happened.
The door handle on his front door rattled, and he heard the barking of an Arcanine. Vixx took a moment to catch his breath, and his eyes widened with horror. The front section of his house immediately burst into flames, and Vixx lunged at the open window, sending himself rocketing out into the back alley. He quickly stood up, his palms sore from landing on the hard concrete. His Porygon2 had ducked out after him, and was now floating next to his head, trying to see if his trainer was all right. Vixx cast a glance to either side, trying to decide his plan of action. To his right he saw forest, and to his left the rest of Saffron City. Vixx broke to the right, ducking into the thick trees.
He ran for hours, not stopping, his feet pounding hard against the ground, the sleeping pokemon waking as he passed, until the worker eventually tripped and fell down on the ground, his Porygon floating up beside him. Vixx's breathing was labored, and his pokemon flashed into his headset, the pokemon's preferred storage method. Vixx slipped into sleep, his heart still trying to pound out of his chest.
"One hour, twenty three minutes." He said, sitting back down. The man from earlier slammed his fist on the table, the bottom of his fist turning a bright red.
"Go. Clean up." The man ordered. Those who stood around the table quickly fled, exiting through the only door in the room. After a few moments of silence, his voice broke through the air again. "How many more must you take?" a tear rolled down his face, his teeth still grating together in rage. "How many?!" he shouted, another tear sliding down his scarred cheek.
---
Vixx was perched in a tree branch, his eyes gently falling over the bridge that seemed to be disappearing, large chunks of the many bricks that made it up crumbling, rising upward, and vanishing. Vix casually tossed his brown hair to one side, his blue eyes trained on the rogue Persian escaping the wave of destruction. It was moving slowly, but nothing could avoid its movement. Vixx sighed and raised a hand to his ear, a headset appearing where he put his fingers.
"Cancel program AX-78C," Vixx said. Suddenly, he was pulled from this world, his vision going black. Hr held up his two, slender hands to his head and removed the band-like headset from his face. "I hate it when simulations fail," he muttered, casually putting the headset down on his desk.
His office at the Silph Co. headquarters were nothing special, regardless of his rank in the corporation. If he had wanted to, he could have simply asked his boss to move him up to the executive rankings, but he was more interested in the hardcore programming. The office he worked in was a small one, not much larger than your average bedroom. He had a plain, wooden desk with an advanced computer system, running off of his own operating network, Por09. The computer had a monitor that wasn't much thicker than your average cell phone nowadays, and the tower itself was average size, but with the storage capacity of over 700 gigabytes. The door and wall he had seperating himself from the rest of his floor were glass, as was the huge window behind him that opened out into the bustling city beneath them.
Vixx gently tugged on the cord connecting his headset to the computer, gently coaxing his computer's system. "Come on out... Time to go home..." Vixx cooed. He saw a small blue and pink tinge of electricity run across the cord and absorb into his headset, the pink screen in front of his face firing up. A picture of his Porygon2's face appeared suddenly, along with a list of function capacity checking programs. "System's diagnostic check?"
"All systems on both hard drive and headset functioning at near maximum capacity." A female voice chimed in his ear.
"near?" Vixx asked, his eye staring at the Porygon2's face.
"Your simulation failed, did it not?" the voice asked again. Vixx responded with a sigh and started to pick up his things.
"That it did." Vixx continued to grab his bag, laptop, and a few of his writing implements. The gentle moonlight from behind him gently fell upon his back, illuminating his otherwise pitch-black office, now that the computer was shutting down. Vixx jammed his equipment, papers, and other objects into his laptop case and wandered nout of his office, emptying into a large amount of cubicles. He wandered over to the elevator, sighing to the empty room. The backlight on his HUD whirred on, and his Porygon began the start up features. The elevator dinged, and he walked inside, inching himself next to two men in large trench coats, their hats pulled down above their eyes.
"I feel like you guys are going to just abduct me, y'know?" Vixx said, followed by a short-lived laugh. His tiny frame was dwarfed by these two figures, his bright blue jeans and black shirt with neon green lines running down the sides contrasting severely with the two stranger's black coats. When the elevator reached the bottom floor two other men stood outside of the door, wearing the same tench coats identical to the ones the men in the elevator wore. As Vixx stepped out of the elevator, they closed in on him. Vixx slung his shoulder strap over his other shoulder so that it wouldn't fall off.
"Porygon2! Tri-beam!" Vixx called out. A sharp whirring came from his headset, and a Porygon materialized in front of him, spinning like a top. A beam consisting of fire, ice, and thunder all shot out, sending the four men to the ground, each tending to their own problems, be it freezing, burning, or getting their muscles to work after a shock. Vixx made a break for the door, slamming his body at the handle. His Porygon2 trailed behind him, ready for another attack.
He stumbled out into a street, and found himself face to face with another three trench coats. "Ice beam!" Vixx shouted. His pokemon let loose a beam more cold than ice itself at the feet of the two imposing men, freezing their legs in place. Vixx placed a hand on the pokeball attached to his waist, ready to send out his Pikachu if need be. Fortunately, them being rooted in place allowed Vixx a chance to run down the street, towards his house. When he reached his door, he was gasping for breath, his hands numbly fumbling with the key in the lock. "C'mon..." he muttered, twisting harder. "C'mon!" The lock gave, and the door swung open. Vixx slammed the door shut behind him, twisting the deadbolt.
He ran to the back of the house, into his room. His house was simple, that was to be sure, but it was also a great place to hide. There were three main rooms, the living room, the bedroom, and the bathroom. The living room was connected to the little kitchen and dining area, but it gave Vixx lots of room for after hours work. Vixx slowly pulled himself back into his bedroom, feeling the foot of his soft bed. His Porygon2 had been faithfully following him, prepared for whatever happened.
The door handle on his front door rattled, and he heard the barking of an Arcanine. Vixx took a moment to catch his breath, and his eyes widened with horror. The front section of his house immediately burst into flames, and Vixx lunged at the open window, sending himself rocketing out into the back alley. He quickly stood up, his palms sore from landing on the hard concrete. His Porygon2 had ducked out after him, and was now floating next to his head, trying to see if his trainer was all right. Vixx cast a glance to either side, trying to decide his plan of action. To his right he saw forest, and to his left the rest of Saffron City. Vixx broke to the right, ducking into the thick trees.
He ran for hours, not stopping, his feet pounding hard against the ground, the sleeping pokemon waking as he passed, until the worker eventually tripped and fell down on the ground, his Porygon floating up beside him. Vixx's breathing was labored, and his pokemon flashed into his headset, the pokemon's preferred storage method. Vixx slipped into sleep, his heart still trying to pound out of his chest.
