Abdication [Chapter 3 posted]
Hey everyone. Here is the full first chapter for my new fan-fic Abdication. Hope you enjoy. I put a lot of work into it. It's a different kind of take on I guess what you could call a PMD fic. Hope you enjoy!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Imprisoned (below)
Chapter 2: Getting Acquainted
Chapter 3: Confessions, Confessions
Chapter 4: Prison Life
CHAPTER 1: Imprisoned
“Here we are live at the scene of the trial for Banette, Pokémon # 354,” said Mr. Mime. He took a pause before continuing, “Banette was arrested 3 weeks ago for murder, and after having his trial postponed, is now in the court room, waiting to hear his sentence.”
It was a dark, rainy day, no cloud in the sky. Police Staraptors flew above the court, circling the above space with stiffness like it was their last flight ever. Police barricades blocked off the sides of the path into the court, while the public and media nervously waited to see for any sign of Banette exiting the court. Police were trying their best to keep the public at ease, but the pandemonium was too much to control. You couldn’t blame them. Crime among the Pokémon wasn’t common ever since… well, we’ll get into that later.
(Meanwhile, in the court room.)
Banette ran his fingers over the top of his head and sighed. Not one of tiredness or pity, though, but one of disbelief. To think my greed brought me to this place he thought, the place that decides whether I’m home free, or stuck dying in a prison for the rest of my damned life. The whole court room was shrouded by tension, the jury going over all the evidence preparing a statement, while the judge waited for their decision. Banette had no lawyer present, but he tried his best to justify his actions when he was asked questions by the opposing lawyer.
Murder, he thought to himself. The word was fresh in his mind even though he had heard before a million times. Maybe it had a new essence to it, since he personally committed the crime. He curled his hand into a fist. It was for the right reasons Banette stated in his head, I couldn’t let them hurt all those kids… and I couldn’t put up with them hurting me. He shot a quick glance over to the jury still discussing the situation, and then another to the judge, a bulky and disciplined Dewgong, seeing that he was growing impatient. He began quickly looking over everyone seated before him; the victim’s parents, his two friends…and his own parents. It took every ounce of self-control for Banette not to jump into the crowd and cling to his father, to be consoled by his mother, to cry until they could cry no more, and most importantly to leave, without a care in the world. Go to Undella Town for vacation, play with his cousins and eat Oran Berry sandwiches made fresh by his mother with a side of Cherri Berry Soda. Instead, all he probably had to look forward to was a dull, boring prison with no life, no color, no emotion, nothing. Just to work, eat, and sleep until the fateful day when you finally passed away.
He felt guilty for this, but Banette couldn’t help but smile a little thinking about all those good times. But that smile immediately turned into a grimace as he thought about the idea of rotting away in a prison for the next 70 or so years. He looked over to his mother, pink-face and eyes red, still from crying. She couldn’t even make eye contact with him; the thought of losing your son must have been unbearable, and Banette felt a sudden pang of guilt wedge its way into his heart. Banette’s eyes moved to his father, one hand on his mother’s shoulder, and another in his pocket. His father looked weary and distraught, waiting just as nervously as everyone else for Banette’s sentence. Banette looked over to where his two life-long best friends were seated, Litwick and Drifloon. Litwick’s eyes were sad and his face seemed to be full of sorrow. He saw Banette looking at him, and Litwick flashed him a sad smile. Drifloon looked tense and nervous, looking like he was ready to boil over at any minute. He saw Banette looking at him and turned away, but Banette saw Drifloon looking at him when he thought Banette didn’t notice. The look on Drifloon’s face was one of pure grief, but one of compassion as well.
“Our statement is ready,” announced the jury. Among them included Quagsire, Xatu, Bayleef, Dugtrio, BIissey, Pansear, Noctowl, Slowking, Munchlax, and the leader of the jury, Hypno. The judge bellowed, “Well, don’t leave me hanging. Is he guilty or not?” Noctowl stepped forward, “We find the defendant…” Banette’s heart was racing. This is it he thought. Guilty or Innocent. One of those words can put me in hell, another in bliss. His heart was beating so loud it felt like the world could hear it. He crossed his fingers, and said a short prayer to God. The tension, which was already thick, seemed to rise to a new level, like the minute before a volcano erupts. Banette snapped back to reality. Hen noticed that the whole court was noisy, the room engulfed in chaos. “SILENCE!” boomed the judge. His voice was like thunder. The audience dropped their voices and stopped talking, squirming in their seats and shifting their position until there was finally silence again. Noctowl cleared his throat, and said “Your Honor, we find the defendant…” Suddenly, Hypno stood up. “Just a minute, Your Honor.” Noctowl became annoyed and cried, “Sir, I re-” The judge waved him down and said, “Continue, Hypno.”
Hypno cleared his throat and said, “To make this a fairer trial, and to know the real truth, I have a proposition. I can use my Mind Reader move to peak into Ban-…err this criminal’s mind to see the incident through is eyes, see his feelings, and most importantly find important details and evidence to help with this case. He paused for a second and took a breath before stating, “Invasion of privacy, yes, but in the end it’s to finish this…sad case.” Banette felt a thousand eyes staring at him, hate burning in their eyes, shouts and angry yells aimed towards him. He blinked twice, and noticed that everything was quiet. Dewgong thought it over for a second finally before stating, “Permission granted. You may begin when you are ready.” “Yes, sir.” Hypno stated. He turned at nodded at Banette, who closed his eyes, and waited for Hypno to say something. In his head, he recalled the incident: the fight, the first hit, the blood, and most importantly his feelings. If I think of the right things he thought. I could get out of this mess.
“It is done,” Hypno announced. Banette opened his eyes to see a look of astonishments and pure evil in Hypno's eyes as Dewgong roared, “What did you find?” Hypno didn’t say anything for a second, before responding, “Y-Your Honor, t-this Pokémon… is a cold blooded KILLER!” Gasps arose from all over the crowd. Anger and rage shot up every inch of Banette’s body. “THAT’S A LIE!!!” he screeched. It was to no avail, however. The judge ordered, “SILENCE!” and once again all the noise drained out. Banette looked up to see his mother and father leaving. He didn’t know why, but for some reason, it felt like right then and there that he had already lost the battle. Dewgong motioned towards Hypno and said, “Tell us more about what you saw.” Hypno seemed to gather himself for a moment before replying, “Your Honor, I felt the defendant’s anger and hate. It had been bottled in him for years. He just hated Gengar so much. He couldn’t take it anymore. For his own selfish reasons, just to get rid of him, Banette simply slayed him as if throwing out a used toy. This criminal deserves no mercy, sir. I suggest maximum life with no parole. Once again Banette screamed, “Lies!! He’s making it up, Your Honor, Lies!! That’s not tr—.” Dewgong merely turned to meet Banette’s eyes, the judge’s eyes cold and unforgiving. It seemed that he was so full of rage, he forgot his manners. “Shut up, you monster.” Banette, startled, became quiet at once. His heart was now like a fierce drum, loud and rebellious. Banette felt his legs grow weak, and goose bumps form on his arms. Monster. Is that really what I am?
He didn’t try to say anything after that. He knew where he was going and there was no point stopping it. He braced himself for the big news. “Your Honor, after receiving this new evidence, we have come to a new statement.” proclaimed the jury. “Go on.” replied Dewgong. Pfff Banette rolled his eyes. Like he even needs to hear it to know what’s gonna happen. “Your Honor, we find the defendant guilty on all counts.” Shocker… said Banette sarcastically in his head. But he couldn’t act like there wasn’t a problem. Banette knew he was on the verge of tears and he was doing everything he could to hold them back. “Then it’s settled.” bellowed the judge. “Banette, #354, I sentence you to maximum life with no possibility of parole.” The judge slammed his gavel down on his podium, and the crowd turned from distraught to happy, as cheers erupted from all over the room. The judge once again banged his gavel against his podium and said, “Court has now ended. Please leave now in an orderly fashion.” People quieted down and began to pack their things, getting up and quickly leaving. They huddled in big groups and walked out, talking and laughing as they exited the building. Banette didn’t get to see Litwick and Drifloon leave, though he knew that they were probably shocked and depressed beyond word. He couldn’t take it anymore. Maximum life... Banette thought. Prison for my whole life. That was the point where he gave up, the thought of never seeing his family, never seeing his friends, never seeing the world…
His legs gave way and he fell to his knees, crying quietly as the noise from everyone leaving drowned out his silent sobs.
After what seemed like hours, when the guards came to take him, he didn’t even try to resist. He wasn’t mad anymore, he wasn’t sad. He felt as if he had cried his eyes out, but he knew he wasn’t even close. There is really no emotion to describe him at this moment. Perhaps one word you could use was...”empty”. He was quiet when they took him, didn’t say a word when they handcuffed him, and was completely silent when the guards walked him out. What could he do? What could anybody do? It was a war he could never win. Like a bear taking on a cat. Every minute in that court room, he was getting devoured. Devoured by the crowd’s harsh glares, devoured by all the evidence, devoured by the judge. It was one of those moments where you curse your own existence. Actually, you know what? Maybe there was a word that could describe how he was feeling.
(Outside of court, back to Mr.Mime)
“…Ladies and gentlemen, we’re getting word that Banette is exiting the building.” Mr. Mime reported. “It appears he has been incarcerated by the local authorities and has been given maximum life with no possibility of parole.”
Mr. Mime paused for a second listening to an incoming transmission before saying, “Here comes Banette right now. I have just now received information that says Banette will be taken to Rara Vex Penitentiary. Look, here comes Banette now!!”
It still wasn’t very dark, but the sky was gray, and rain was pouring. Still, people were gathered all outside the barricades waiting to see Banette walk down the path. Sure enough, the court doors slammed open to reveal Banette, two guards in front, and two guards in back, being escorted out of the court to a police car parked at the end of the path. Banette kept his head down in shame. As he passed by people jeered and made noises, spitting on him and screaming insults.
“Wow, what a retard. Way to go.”
“Haha, holy shit. This little man is the killer? Looks like we’ve got a badass over here.”
“You think you some tough guy, little man? Why don’t ya come and fight me?”
And so on. The things mentioned above and more, everything you could think of. The entire time, only five words flowed through Banette’s mind. As if on repeat. It was all he could think, all he could say to justify himself. And yet, it was no use. He was already arrested, being sent to the slammer for the rest of his poor life. But time and time again, the only thing he could think of was those five words.
It’s not what you think. It’s not what you think. It’s not what you think. It’s not what you think….
If he could’ve, he would’ve used a Shadow Ball or Shadow Claw to get himself out of this mess. He would’ve ran, ran as far as he could. Ran until he could run no more. But of course that wasn’t the case. The cops weren’t that stupid. Nobody really thought of Pokémon trying to use their powers to escape until it was personally done by a Feraligatr. They caught him, though, and went to work on a new pair of handcuffs that would change the energy used to make a move into a jolt that would shock the arrested one. And using powers in the court? That may have seemed like an option, but you are given a shock before you enter that shuts down your moves for the next 24 hours. Besides, even if that wasn’t the case Banette probably wouldn’t have done it anyway. The terror and fear of the moment don’t really let you think. So basically, struggling was impossible; both with Pokémon moves and without. Throwing a punch at those 6 foot giants they called “guards” was like trying to break a brick with a toothpick.
They reached the police car, and without even looking at Banette, the guard barked, “Get in.” Banette was given a seat in the back with two guards, while the other two hopped into the front. Once again, Banette felt himself getting weak and starting breaking down and crying. The guards howled with laughter and said, “Ah, don’t worry bud. Let it all out. It’s only for eternity. You’ll have plenty of time to become strong again in there!” Banette stopped crying after a while. Not on purpose. He just couldn’t cry no more. Tears simply wouldn't flow from his eyes anymore, he had drained himself out. He had let down everybody, and for what? A lifetime in jail? Why couldn’t I have controlled my goddamn temper?!! he thought. Why did I give a shit? Why did I care? He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat as he looked out the window, trying to enjoy his last moments of freedom before total desolation.
The skies cleared up, but by now it was dark. The rain had reduced to a minor drizzle. They were riding up a steep incline to Rara Vex Penitentiary, commonly called Rara for short. It was pretty rare for someone to commit crime these days, ever since… well, I know I said later, but it’s not time yet.
Banette never really believed in a God. Everybody was always offering praise and worship to the 3 spirits, Azelf, Uxie, and Mespirit. Most importantly, Arceus. But he believed that those people were wasting their time. The way to accomplish things wasn’t to say a couple of prayers and hope for the best. It was to actually act on whatever you wanted to accomplish that brought you good things.
Besides, after seeing a rainbow which was probably the result of the earlier heavy downpour, Banette was sure “God” was toiling with him. And he couldn’t even tell if it was ironic or depressing.