OoC: It was like three AM when I finished this, so if there are slight typos I beg your forgiveness. I got inspired and finished the chapter.
Chapter 5:
Days passed, and Rein's training continued. He was worked to the point where he could hardly hold his head up, and to the point where it pained him even to stand still. And yet, he continued to train, continued to do as he was told. If I don't keep training… His eyes wandered over to the Eevee, whom he had discovered disliked her Pokeball very much, and as such he allowed her to sleep in a small blanket he had laid out on the floor, "What will happen to us?" He wondered aloud. He thought about the day that he had ordered Eevee to attack the Houndour, the day that he let his anger get the better of him. He knew that it was wrong, but it felt good. He was filled with guilt at the thought, but that didn't stop it from returning.
He questioned everything that was happening. He needed to escape Team Rocket. "Where would you go?" He needed to find Alice. "Can't you accept that she's dead?" Every bit of hope that he tried to find was met with a swift response, like some cynical voice inside of his head took pleasure in causing him pain. "Team Rocket is your home now, once you accept that life will get much easier." The voice said. Rein covered his ears, not that it mattered, the voice still echoed in his mind. "Your parents never loved you, Team Rocket is better than being stuck with them," It mocked.
"Shut up." He whispered.
"You should have just let them kill you."
"Shut up." He said a little bit louder.
"You're worthless."
"Stop it." Tears began to roll down his face.
"That's why Alice abandoned you." The voice hissed.
"Shut up!" He screamed as loud as he could, he grabbed an alarm clock off of the dresser next to the bed and threw it. He punched the wall so hard that his knuckles began to bleed. "Just leave me alone!" He yelled.
"You are alone." It replied. Then, his mind was silent once more.
Rein's shouting had caused the Eevee to wake up, she seemed frightened by the shouting. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He whispered as he wiped tears of frustration out of his eyes. He walked over and picked up the Eevee, hugging it tightly, "You're the only one I have now. My only friend in the world."
The Eevee nuzzled against him as if to say, "You're all I have too."
Then the door opened and Richard walked in, flaunting himself as usual. "Sorry to interrupt this sickening little moment, but I think it's about time we put you out in the field." The man smiled, "The guard tells me that you were causing quite a ruckus in here, anything I can help you with?" He asked with an attempt at a sincere smile.
"There's nothing you can help me with." Rein responded coldly. Richard didn't like that, and he showed as much when the smile faded from his lips. He walked over and backhanded Rein across the face.
"You need to learn your place," He scowled, "Don't forget that we saved you, you could be living on the streets." Richard slapped Rein again, "Now get up, you've got your first field training day today."
Rein inhaled sharply, his cheeks flushed where Richard had struck him, he felt a dull stinging pain; he was getting used to being hit. Rein stood, he was already dressed in his uniform. He learned not long after getting there to get into uniform first thing after waking up, if he was called upon and he wasn't dressed, they would hurt his Eevee and they would make sure he watched. "Yes, sir," He said through clenched teeth.
"You have to watch that temper," Richard said as he walked toward the door. Then, as he always did before he left Rein alone, he stopped at the door and added, "You'll meet your partner in front of the Silph Company building. He'll tell you exactly what you'll be doing. Do remember to bring your Eevee, you never know what might happen." He smiled and left the room without another word.
"Well, I know you don't like it, but you'd be safer in your Pokeball." Rein said after Richard had left. The Eevee looked at him with a look that he couldn't quite understand, though he could guess that it wasn't pleased. "I'm sorry, but who knows what they're going to want us to do. Better safe than sorry, right?" The Eevee rolled its eyes before it seemed to agree, jumping out of Rein's arms and sitting on the ground in front of him. A second later it disappeared in a beam of red light and Rein hooked the Pokeball to his belt. He looked at the window before he stepped out the door, "At least I get to go outside, maybe today won't be so bad after all." He tried to be hopeful, after all, things couldn't get much worse than being stuck in the Rocket building all day.
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Once Rein stepped foot outside of the Rocket building, every building seemed to be the biggest he'd ever seen. From the window of his room he couldn't see much, it was on a floor that gave him a very good view of the building across the street. Once he stepped out into the sunlight, which he had to shield his eyes from momentarily, "No matter how bright that building is with its white rooms, nothing prepares you for stepping back out into the real sunlight." He said with a smile on his face, it was much warmer than he had remembered it being, though days being stuck in a fully air-conditioned building probably had something to do with it.
"The Eevee would love this," He thought looking down at the Pokeball on his belt, "I'd better not, we could get separated in the crowds." He finally decided, looking around at all the people walking about down the streets, he never thought he'd be so happy to see other people. "Excuse me, ma'am…" He said to a woman wearing a pink blouse, she took a look at his uniform and pretended that she hadn't seen him. "Ma'am?" He called after her. He looked at the sea of faces around him, and noticed the array of reactions that he was getting. Some people glared at him as if they were debating coming over and punching him square in the face, others avoided eye contact all together, they looked as if they expected him to rob them on the spot.
"What's the point in wearing this stupid uniform, anyway?" He wondered aloud, "If everyone knows I'm in Team Rocket, against my will or otherwise, what does Richard expect me to do?" He hung his head in defeat, which was becoming a habit for him.
He walked toward the Silph Company building, in the center of Saffron, sticking to side alleys like Richard had told him a few days into his training. "You can't very well walk down a main road, how do you expect to get any work done with people watching your every move?" Now Rein knew what the man had meant, the uniform he wore was like an open invitation for people to distrust him. It made him wonder why the group wore uniforms at all, of course, only the lower level grunts like himself wore the actual uniforms, everyone else wore more natural looking clothes. They all had the red ‘R' in common, however, it just wasn't as obvious when it wasn't plastered to one's chest.
Rein enjoyed being outside, it gave him something to think about in spite of the negativity he was feeling. At least the voice hadn't returned. It was strange, the voice he heard in his mind that morning had spoken some truth. Things would never get easier if he didn't start accepting what his situation was. Once he could learn to live with it, even if he didn't like it, things wouldn't seem quite so difficult. Of course, that still meant he'd have to live with the cruelty of Team Rocket every day of his life, and he wasn't about to give them that satisfaction. Yet, the idea stayed at the back of his mind.
"If I stick with it, I may even out rank Richard one day," He mused aloud as he passed through another alley, "I'd love to see the look on his face when I start barking orders at him." Rein smiled as he exited the shadows of the alleyways back into the sunlight, the Silph building towered before him at the end of the next block. From the base of the building looking straight up, it looked like it extended into the sky. Rein was awed by the size of the building, it took up a whole city block. "Wow." Rein whispered, he wanted to see the view from the top, he may even have been able to see Celadon from up there.
"It's quite the view, huh, kid?" A familiar voice said from behind him. Rein turned on his heels, and found himself staring at the man who he had encountered outside of the Game Corner in Celadon. "Don't look so surprised," The man said with a cocky smile, "I work very closely with new recruits, Richard usually asks me to help ‘em out on their first mission." He patted Rein on the back, Rein shoved his hand away.
"Does he also ask you to kidnap kids off the street?" Rein stared the man in the face defiantly.
"Not usually, but you were a special case. The funny thing is that he had sent me to Celadon to kidnap you, and you came right to us." He chuckled, "Looks like it was your lucky day."
"More like unlucky." Rein muttered, causing the man to chuckle again.
"I guess from your point of view, but look at it from my perspective. You saved me a lot of work, and a lot of time. As a matter of fact, I should be thanking you for how easy you made that mission." The man shrugged.
"Cool, you can thank me by letting me go." Rein said sarcastically.
The man laughed again, only it was louder and stronger than the ones before, "If I wanted Richard to rip my lungs out, sure. You've seen Richard get annoyed, kid. Trust me, you don't want to see him mad. He's just scary when he's mad." The man's piercing violet eyes seemed softer than they had the night he kidnapped Rein, though he was still pale. Something was different about him though, he was still cocky, but he seemed sincere when he smiled. And the look in his eyes was friendly. Rein was cautious about falling for any tricks the man might try, but he saw no dishonesty in his eyes.
"You're different." Rein said softly and innocently, "Not like the rest of them."
"Careful, kid, don't go trusting just anybody because of a few kind words. That'll get you killed." The man said as he started walking away, his face turned very serious, but not unkind. "The name is Jeremiah, I don't think we were properly introduced before." He didn't stop, assuming that Rein was following him.
The man's sudden change in demeanor didn't bother Rein, he wasn't being rude or unkind, he just seemed to be giving genuine advice. "Rein," He said simply, "So, are you just part of the trick?" Rein asked Jeremiah, "The make you work with people like me so we think that Team Rocket isn't all bad?"
"How old are you?" Jeremiah asked, turning and looking at Rein, summing him up.
"I'm going to be ten in a few days."
"You're a smart little bugger, then. Only nine, pfft, you're too clever to be nine." Jeremiah scratched his head, Rein was more intelligent than the average nine year old. Though with all that had happened lately, he'd been forced to act very grown up.
"That didn't answer my question." Rein pointed out.
"No, no it did not." Jeremiah stated, turning down an alley that they were passing on the left had side of the street. "And to answer your question, no, usually I only work with new recruits who joined Team Rocket by choice. I made an exception for you."
"What exactly am I supposed to do today?" Rein asked, not wanted to delve any deeper into Jeremiah's reasons. He didn't seem too prepared to talk about them anyway.
"It won't be too difficult, I got the hardest part of the job. I'll explain once we get to the Center." Jeremiah said with a sigh.
"You mean a Pokemon Center?" Rein asked, though he was fairly certain that he knew the answer.
"What else?" Jeremiah said a little bit unenthused, but still with a slight smile. The terror that Rein had felt on their first meeting was real, but he had trouble accepting that this was the same man. As far as first impressions go, Jeremiah hadn't done too well, but the rude, sarcastic, and unfeeling man that had taken Rein that night couldn't have been Jeremiah. It had to be some sort of a trick, never judge a book by its cover. Rein caught himself thinking. Maybe not everyone in Team Rocket was terrible, Jeremiah certainly didn't seem that way.
"Oh, I'm not going to like it am I?" Rein asked dropping his shoulders, causing Jeremiah to laugh again.
"Probably not, thievery doesn't seem to be your thing." Jeremiah chuckled.
"Thievery?"
"Stealing stuff, kid." Jeremiah rolled his eyes.
"I know, I was just wondering what I was going to have to steal." Rein explained, he didn't like being treated like an idiot because of his age.
"You really are a smart kid. I'll tell you when we get there." He stated, brushing the question aside. "No sense getting you all worked up before we even get there. But let me give you some advice, no matter how much you don't like what you're going to have to do," Jeremiah stopped walking and looked Rein in the eye, "Just do it. You get used to doing things you don't like, and the more you do them, the more chance you'll like them with time." Jeremiah said with a grin.
"I don't think I'll ever enjoy stealing," Rein said, looking at Jeremiah like he was the idiot.
"Maybe not, but you'll certainly get better at pretending you do. Unless you like Richard beating you senseless for disobeying orders. Maybe you'll learn to like that before you learn to like stealing, seems like a pretty stupid interest to me though." He shrugged and started walking again, turning out onto the street that met them.
Rein lingered for a second, thinking about what Jeremiah said. Everything in him told him that the man wasn't to be trusted, that it was pointless because he'd just turn into a monster like all the others. But at the same time, he wanted so much to find a friend, someone to dull the pain and fill the hole left behind when Alice was torn out of his life. Even though, he knew, that someone taking her place was as impossible as bringing her back from the dead.
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Rein and Jeremiah stood together beneath the shade of an awning extending from one of the shops lining the street, they accumulated a fair share of disapproving glares. Jeremiah smiled at a police officer who walked by, "Don't look so nervous, Rein." Jeremiah whispered when the officer wandered away, "They have no proof that Team Rocket does anything illegal. And even if they did, they couldn't prove that we were up to anything just because of a few uniforms." He explained.
Rein wondered for a moment why he hadn't cried out to the police officer for help, why he didn't tell him that he'd been kidnapped and held against his will. The feeling in his stomach told him that he was afraid, afraid of what would happen to him and his Eevee if he went to the police. But that wasn't the only reason, he was ashamed to admit it, but he was curious to see what Jeremiah and himself were supposed to be doing. The combination of the feelings of fear and exhilaration kept his mouth shut, he remembered the voice's words from that morning. "Team Rocket is your home now."
Maybe he was starting to believe it.
"Ok, here's what we're going to do…" Jeremiah paused for a second, "First you have to promise me that you won't get all emotional and whatnot." Jeremiah said through squinted eyes. Rein thought it looked almost comical.
"I promise," Rein said suppressing a smile.
"Somehow I don't think that I can hold you to that, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time." He said, suppressing a smile of his own. It was good to see he was getting through to the boy. The feeling of guilt was an ugly thing, driving Jeremiah to actually care about Rein. He looked away, toward the Pokemon Center that sit at the end of the street, every second a new trainer emerged or entered the red roofed building.
"So, what are we doing?" Rein asked when he noticed Jeremiah was lost in thought.
"Oh… Sorry about that, just devising strategy." Jeremiah scratched his nose, a nervous habit he'd picked up. "We're going to be stealing some Pokemon from the Center, anything that looks worth the trouble we take. Eventually it will be conditioned, rehabilitated, and used by one of our people in Team Rocket. Who knows? It may even pass on to you."
Rein didn't like the idea of stealing Pokemon from other trainers, people who had worked hard to catch them, who spent countless hours training them. But he kept his word, he didn't complain. He swallowed his pride and nodded, "So what do you want me to do?" He asked, keeping his mind on the task at hand, trying not to think of the trainers who would be losing friends and partners.
"Well, you've got the easy part of the job. You wait for my signal and sneak in the back. While I keep everyone distracted out in front, you go through the rooms and take the Pokemon, by force if you have to. But it is a hospital, so chances are the Pokemon will be too weak to fight back. If we're lucky." Jeremiah handed Rein a handful of small, black spheres. "Use these to catch the Pokemon, they're special Team Rocket Pokeballs. Use your PokeDex to decide whether or not a Pokemon is worth the effort, but only do so if you absolutely have to. We have to do this fast, get it done in ten minutes, and then run back to Headquarters. I won't meet up with you afterwards, I'll be running as well." Jeremiah said with a nod.
"What if I run into a nurse inside?" Rein asked, a little afraid of the answer.
"Make sure they don't get in your way, by any means necessary. Try not to kill anyone, though, it's only your first time out." The man laughed, Rein didn't think it was funny. Jeremiah remembered Rein's sister, and the smile faded from his face. "I'm sorry, Rein. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Don't worry about it, just tell me what the sign is." Rein said shaking his head.
"Just listen for an explosion, that'll be your cue to get inside. That's also when your ten minute timer starts, so don't slack off. If you're in there for longer than that, the cops could show up, and they'd be the least of your worries if you get caught. So, in and out, yeah?" Jeremiah reminded Rein again. Rein only nodded and walked down the street, slipping around to the back of the red-roofed building. "Guilt," Jeremiah sighed, "Who needs it?" He reached down and pulled a Pokeball off of his belt.
Jeremiah walked casually up to the front entrance of the PokeCenter, tossing up his Pokeball and releasing a large Pokemon with fire around its neck, it let out a roar as it stood beside its trainer. "All right, Typhlosion, use Fire Blast on the window!" He commanded. The ring around the fire type's neck grew larger and hotter as it opened its jaws, flames could be seen building in the Pokemon's mouth before it released the blast on the indicated target. The Fire Blast hit the window and caused a deafening explosion of shattering glass and fire. People started to panic, screams could be heard from inside, some people had been hit by the shards of glass and cut, but that was only to be expected.
Jeremiah walked up and opened the door, strutting into the chaotic mess that was the Pokemon Center, people were running all over. Many trainers were begging Nurse Joy to give them their Pokemon back so that they could run, others abandoned their Pokemon and rushed out the door, nearly trampling Jeremiah before they froze in sight of his Pokemon. He snapped his fingers and the Pokemon emitted a fiery roar from its mouth. The smile was no longer on his face, he was now completely serious, his eyes were icy, and he looked frightening. "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm." He called out into the silence of the crowd that he now commanded. "Hand over all your valuables, and your Pokemon. Then I'll be on my way." He said forcefully.
The people looked among themselves, but many had been wounded in the explosion of glass, and others were too shocked to move. Some reached for their belts and rolled Pokeballs toward Jeremiah, until one man stood up. "What if we refuse?!" He yelled, "You Rocket jackasses don't scare me." He said confidently.
Jeremiah reached into his uniform and produced a handgun, holding it straight toward the man, immediately sapping away most of his courage. "I really hate when people try to play hero." Jeremiah said tightening his grip on the handle of the gun, "I don't want to have to hurt you, but believe me, I will. Everyone get down on the ground." He commanded without raising his voice, but with force behind it.
Most obeyed, even the man who had been so brave a moment before obeyed, only Nurse Joy stood her ground behind the counter. But it wasn't defiance on her face, "Please stop this," She said, his voice shaking a bit, "This is a hospital, people come here to be safe. Please just turn around and leave." She pleaded.
"You can stop stalling now, Nurse Joy, I know you already called the police. I assure you I will be gone soon," he bent over and scooped up the Pokeballs that had been rolled to his feet. Nurse Joy knew she'd been caught, she quieted down, but she refused to get to the ground.
"At least let us tend to the wounded." She said, it wasn't a request, so much as a demand. Jeremiah saw no problem with it. He nodded, Nurse Joy sent her Chanseys to examine the injuries of the people nearest the explosion first.
"You think you're tough? Attacking a hospital?" A voice said from Jeremiah's left, through the smoke and debris he saw a boy of about fourteen facing him, "Hiding behind your gun." He spat, pulling out a Pokeball. "Put the gun down and let's settle this with a battle." He said with a cocky tone. He was dressed in a yellow and black baseball cap, a simple Pokeball design tee shirt and jeans. For a moment Jeremiah thought about asking him to join Team Rocket, then he decided it would be a waste of time.
"A battle? You really think you'd win?" He looked down at his PokeGear, he had set a timer and it was down to about five and a half minutes. "I don't really have the time, but how about a rain check?" Jeremiah asked, the boy looked angry.
"See? I knew you were too scared, hiding behind a gun makes you a big man." The boy taunted, not a wise move to taunt a man with a gun, luckily Jeremiah had never planned on shooting anybody.
"Fine, but make it quick, I've got to go." He snapped his fingers and Typhlosion stepped forward, exerting its power by feeding the flame around its neck.
The boy tossed his Pokeball up into the air, and out of the red light of the Pokeball came a white furred monkey with a fire lit atop its head. The Infernape cracked its knuckles and took a fighting stance.
"Fighting fire with fire, eh?" Jeremiah rolled his eyes, "This will be over sooner than I thought."
"We'll see," Said the boy, "Fury Swipes!"
The Infernape rushed forward, through the debris of the explosion and the smoke from the fire, its arms raised and ready for an attack.
"Defense Curl." Jeremiah said, Typhlosion acted immediately. It pulled itself into a ball, the flames of its neck still extended. Infernape started swiping at the balled up Pokemon, using a combination of palm attacks to attack with quick blows. With Typhlosion curled up in Defense Curl, the attack was doing nothing, "Rollout." Jeremiah added.
Typhlosion began to spin while still in Defense Curl, it rolled forward, shooting off from its stationary position. Infernape barely managed to avoid the attack, but avoiding the first blow only added to the damage that would be done with the next. Typhlosion changed direction, making a wide turn to keep its momentum, Infernape's back was turned as it had just finished dodging and it was hit by the full force of the attack, but Typholosion didn't stop there. He continued to roll, turning around again and hitting the Infernape before it had even hit the ground from the last attack. Typhlosion hit the monkey Pokemon four more times, and it turned to make the final hit.
"Counter!" The boy called. Infernape managed to roll out of the way of the Typhlosion's incoming Rollout, and when Typhlosion began to turn the Infernape made its move. It ran forward, meeting the Pokemon while its momentum had slowed momentarily. It threw a kick that knocked the Typhlosion off course, causing it to collide with one of the walls with a loud thud, cracking the tile that lined the walls. The Infernape struggled to stay standing.
"I told you I was in a hurry," Jeremiah sighed as the Typholsion stood, slightly dazed. "Blast Burn, I'm done with this monkey." Jeremiah commanded. Typhlosion began to focus its energy, the ring of fire around its neck becoming more intense with each passing second. Finally, it unleashed all of the energy in a giant burst of flames, Infernape hadn't been fighting long but it had all ready taken a lot of damage. Jeremiah hadn't been playing around and the Infernape was too tired to move out of the way. The wave of flames collided with the Infernape like a wall, and despite the fact that it was a fire move against a fire type Pokemon, it still got the job done. The fire on Infernape's head was dim, its white fur was charred, and it lay motionless on the floor. Concerned faces peered at the boy from all over the Center, as well as looks of fear toward Jeremiah. His Typhlosion was a powerful Pokemon, and his most trusted partner. Training the Pokemon had been his life, and he was very proud of the work that he had done. It paid to have a Pokemon that you had trained your entire life.
Jeremiah checked the PokeGear, the timer was just below a minute and counting. "Sorry to demolish your Pokemon and run, but I'm afraid I don't have time to shatter your confidence any further." He returned Typhlosion with a respectful nod and ran out the door and down the street, he had managed to take a few Pokemon, about eight or so. With Rein's haul included it would be a decent score, he hoped.
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Rein heard the explosion from the front of the Center and didn't hesitate for a second, he opened the back door to the Center and snuck inside. He waited by the door a second to see if there was any movement, which there was but it was only a few Chansey and a Blissey running toward the front of the Pokemon Center. Whatever Jeremiah was doing to keep their attention was working, "Good news for once," Rein sighed. He thought it a little depressing that the only good luck he'd had in days came when he was doing something bad.
He went into the first room, moving quickly to avoid getting caught inside when the ten minutes was up. There was an injured Pokemon hooked up to a machine laying on the table, it was a fairly large, green spider. Rein pulled out his PokeDex, "Spinarak, the String Spit Pokemon. Spinarak spin webs of powerful silk and motionlessly await prey." The device described the Pokemon in its robotic voice.
Rein pulled out a black Pokeball and stared at the injured Pokemon, it seemed to stare back at him like it knew what he was going to do. "I'm sorry," He whispered, "I truly am." He tossed the Pokeball at it, the Pokemon was too weak to fight back and was sealed within the ball with no trouble. Rein fought back tears of shame as he moved onto the next room.
It was the same for this room as well, there was a small, orange dog-like Pokemon breathing into a mask. It appeared that it had been poisoned, Rein could tell by the vial of Antidote that lay on the table beside it. It whimpered as he stood over it, this time unable to keep his tears back and they began to roll down his face. He didn't need to use the PokeDex on this one, he'd seen a Growlithe before on TV, "Please forgive me," He whispered as he sealed it away within the Team Rocket Pokeball.
The same scenario continued for another three rooms, Rein looked at the time and he still had about five minutes left. He heard a crash from the direction of the main lobby and decided to move a bit faster.
He came upon another room, this time the door was closed. He didn't think anything of it and opened the door, there was a small, orange lizard laying on the table. Its eyes were closed and it was breathing shallow breaths, the flame on its tail was small and weak. But Rein's eyes didn't fall onto the Charmander, he looked instead at the little boy who was even younger than he was sitting beside the Pokemon. The boy jumped when he looked at Rein. "Who are you?" The boy asked, he was dressed in a white tee shirt with blue stripes.
"How did you get back here?" Rein asked, ignoring the boy's question. Better not to answer than to try and come up with a lie.
"I asked the nurse if I could stay with my Pokemon. It used to belong to my big brother, but he…" The boy began to cry, Rein hated himself for what he knew he had to do. "He went away." The boy finished. Rein felt ashamed, it cut into him like a knife, but he knew that it had to be done. "His Charmander is still here, and I want him to get better. I promised my brother I would take care of him."
"I'm so sorry." Rein said, thinking of Alice and how she had been taken from him as well. Only he wasn't left with anything to remember her by, nothing but memories. "I have to take your brother's Pokemon away."
"You're taking him?" The boy asked between sobs.
"I have no choice." There was a change in Rein's demeanor, he went from being ashamed to being enraged. He was angry toward the little boy. Why should he get to hold onto a piece of his brother when I have nothing to remind me of Alice. Nothing at all.
"The nurse said that he just needed rest. Why do you have to take him?" The boy wiped away his tears.
"Because, you don‘t deserve to have him. Look at you, you already got him sick. Your brother wouldn't want his Charmander to be hurt." Rein mocked. Why he was so adamant about taking this Pokemon, he didn't know. It was like something in his mind was telling him to do it. Like something within him triggered this anger and frustration that he had tried so hard to bury.
"I didn't mean to…" The boy began, he sobbed again, "I tried to take care of him." Rein scowled and pulled out a Pokeball, ready to steal the Charmander right in front of the boy. To teach him a lesson.
"What are you doing? I said I was sorry… Please don't take him away, I'll take better care of him I promise." The boy threw himself on top of the Charmander, holding him in a tight embrace, tears falling onto the table the Charmander was on.
Rein stood staring at the boy, he felt as though he were staring into a mirror. He remembered when he had been crying like that, Alice would always come and cheer him up. She would give him a hug, and then she'd surprise him with something or say something that made him feel better. I have my memories of Alice, and as long as I do, she's still here with me. The same as that Charmander does for the boy and his brother. Rein thought, he began to cry along with the boy. The anger and frustration began to fade.
"I'm sorry." Rein whispered, the boy looked up at him. "You really are taking good care of him, your brother's Pokemon is in good hands." Rein said with a smile that held a mixture of sorrow and pain within it. But there was also a sense of peace. "I have to go, take good care of that Pokemon. Your brother is depending on you." Rein turned to leave, wiping the tears from his face.
"Thank you." The boy said, Rein smiled.
He hadn't obeyed the desire he felt inside himself, the desire that seemed to originate from no where. He ran out the door without looking back, he didn't care what Richard did to him, he felt proud of himself for standing up to that desire, to those feelings of hopelessness. A voice in his head had been enticing him, telling him that he needed the Charmander, promising him that it would make him feel better. He had almost listened, he had almost stolen from that little boy. "What am I turning in to? Will they turn me into a monster too?" He was afraid of the answer to the questions he whispered to himself as he ran back toward the Rocket base.
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"He's resisting every step of the way." A voice said quietly in the darkness. Richard sat in front of a monitor, staring at the figure on the screen in the darkness.
"You'll just have to try harder," Richard said to the figure, "You won't be coming out of that cell until he's so hurt and alone that he'd steal an elderly women's cane and beat a baby with it." Richard said, in a tone that made very obvious that he wasn't joking.
"I can only do so much. I can't make his decisions, I can only implant suggestions." Said the voice.
"If you've outlived your usefulness, I'm sure that we can find someone to replace you." Richard said with a devilish grin. The figure didn't respond, "No? Then try something else. Torture him in his sleep, I don't care. As long as he breaks."
"Yes, sir."