Hello all! It's me again! I've decided to go back to writing. But first, I feel like I owe you all an apology. The last fic I did which I abandoned was stopped because the idea was a flunk- I basically stole it from a book I read. So dropping that, I decided to make an original story that was actually, well, original thing time ;P. No need to fear. We're gonna finish this one, kids. So once again I apologize, and be sure that while I may take a break, this fic won't get discontinued. It's an idea that I've had for a while, and one I'm comfortable with. Now enough of my balbbering, enjoy the story, and please please please leave feedback! :D
I’m gonna to start this off by saying that I’m not the best person in the world. So whatever happens to me, don’t feel bad. This was all a mistake. All my fault. I could’ve found another way, sought professional help. But I felt like I could do it. I knew I could do it. And in the end? What did it all become?
That’s for you to find out. Right now. But I’m getting ahead of myself. You don’t even know who I am, do you? My given name is Nathaniel Parker. But I’m known as Nate. I grew up on the streets of Saffron. It was your traditional ghetto story- but with a twist. My father left the family when I was two, so I was raised by my mother. Saffron was a huge city, bustling with the highest and the lowest, all the thugs and criminals, but somehow top business executives and stuff. All because of that Silph Co. buildin’.
If it wasn’t for that, Saffron woulda hit the shitter a long time back. It was the one thing that gave the city any money, along with the side businesses, restaurants and what not. But like I said, Saffron, as high and glorious as it was, was home to the highest criminal population in all of Kanto! And yours truly saw it all first-hand himself. I was one of them “thugs”. I got introduced to the drug trade at twelve years old. At that time, the “Parashroom” was hot shit. Basically, if I recall correctly, people smuggled in Paras and then “de-mushroomed” them. Once they had the shrooms, they would sell ‘em to the addicts on the block.
I made good money doing that. Easy work, too, once you get the hang of it. The Parashrooms are long gone now, after some tough crackdown on the drug trade, but I still remember them and all the buzz they caused. Did ‘em myself a couple times, gave you a woozy feelin’ that felt good. But besides the drug trade, I dabbled in other things. There were street fights, as in with Pokémon, and they were amazing to watch. Real good entertainment. People sittin’ on their front steps, or gatherin’ round. Bettin’ money, snacks, blunts, you name it. Yessir, it was the life.
The criminals loathed the rich. I guess that’s true everywhere, but it was more so in Saffron because of how close the two groups were. Rich and ghetto don’t mix well, yet that’s exactly what Saffron was. And exactly why I had to set out and do what I did. Which reminds me, I should probably get to that now. Enough about me, I’m sure you heard it before. Street kid who grew up in the ghetto, gazin’ at the rich folk with wishy eyes, who got into the gang life and became a crook.
I was 20 years old, and it was a chilly night in November. Walking down the street ready goin’home. I see these older kids across the block. They see me, and start tailin’ me, those damn foxes. Now rule on the street was, anybody older than you was your boss, anybody younger than you was your slave. So I’m scared of these guys, or supposed to anyways. This isn’t like all those stories you hear of with a boy who defends himself with a Pokémon and all. Unless you set out to become a Trainer, most people keep the things as pets or study ‘em. Most people in the ghetto didn’t really have access to Pokémon, either. In fact, those street battles were mostly between the drug dealers, cause they were the only ones who could afford those Pokéball things. They’re like what, 200 Poké now? Back when they they first came out, they were 700 a ball. Expensive shit. I didn’t invest in ‘em, saw ‘em as a waste of money. I preferred watching the battles, anyways. But when other street kids got Pokémon, they did what they do best. Exploit them.
Now, as they get closer, I see that they’re not wearin’ normal gangster shades. They’re in professional business looking shades. In fact, they’re dressed like businessmen, too. Pretty soon, I realize that they are businessmen. I see my house a couple blocks away, and quicken my pace. I look back and don’t see them. Scared for my life, I dart towards my house, only to run into a giant, hulking shadow. I fall flat on my ass, but stick my arms out to break my fall. Suddenly, there are two other guys next to the guy I ran into. My heart’s literally jumping out of my chest, and I start sweating like a pig. We can’t see each other cause it’s too dark, but I’m sure they can sense my fear.
“You’re coming with us.” I hear one of ‘em say. They’re not gang kids, so the rule don’t apply to them. As a result, I retort back:
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, fuckstick.” At that moment, I felt like I had an advantage. They made a mistake, tryin’ to give orders to a thug. I was the dominant one here. They should be scared of ME. Right?
Wrong. I feel the cold barrel of a gun slither its way to my temple. “Mr. Parker, I’m not going to tell you one more time. You’re coming with us. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.”
Parker! This asswipe knew my name! But before I could react, I don’t forget the gun pointed directly to my head. So what do I do? I do the only thing I can. I get up and come with ‘em. They take me to a van, drive me to some place that I’m guessin’ is their base of operations, and take me to a room. I’m on one side of a wide sheet of glass. My arms are tied to a chair. On the other side, them, sitting on three chairs behind a table. There’s a wall behind ‘em with a clock, but it’s in those fancy Roman numerals, so I didn’t really know how to read it. The wall’s painted a tan color, and there’s words written on the wall in a painting that says “The world is a chessboard, only to be controlled. If done right, you will win.”
On my side of the room, it’s mostly dark, so I can’t tell. Two single lamps hang from the ceiling pointing downward in my general direction, scattering their bright white light. To my left is a giant iron door. I open my eyes and look up.
One of ‘em motioned to the other. “He’s awake, Robert.” A husky, but sturdy guy looks up from some paperwork he’s doing and locks eyes with me, before looking away, and seemin’ to study me. I make a guess that this is the guy I ran into. This whole setting meanwhile is sending chills down my spine. Feels familiar, and then I realize that I’m probably at a police station.
“Are you cops?” I ask, my voice cracking. The men burst into laughter and I feel stupid. They’re not cops then, I think to myself. But then who are they?
“No. Someone worse.” The man replies.
“I don’t know who you are, but I ain’t done anything wrong. What do you guys want?”
I hear them snicker, but the husky guy... er, Robert waved ‘em down.
“We are a group, an organization that wants to...accomplish certain things.”
“Like a mafia?”
“Yes, but without the crime. Or direct crime, rather. Sometimes, you have to do bad to create good. The ends justify the means.”
I glance over at the other two, who look back at me and nod. I look to the guy with panic in my eyes, and he laughs again.
“Relax, Nathaniel, we’re not going to hurt you. We just... need you for an errand. After that, you’re free to go.”
“How the fuck do you know my name?”
The guy smiled, but it was one more of evil than happiness. “Research. We needed to know as much about you as we could. And we believe that you’re the person who can help us. But I apologize for being rude. My name is Robert. To my left Silas and to my right Charlie.”
I studied the other two. Charlie had short, brown hair, with a decent complexion. He wore glasses, and had hazel eyes. Charlie also had a goatee, and wore a red tie with his suit. Silas on the other hand had blond hair, was cleanly shaven, and had grayish-blue eyes. He seemed shorter than the rest, and had a goldish-yellow tie with his black suit. Both looked professional and charming.
“Do you do this with everybody you abduct?”
The three men laughed a laugh free of humor. “Oh, we’re not like that. This is a rather extreme case, and what we need is urgent. So we had to get to you the quickest way we could.”
“Whaddya you need me for?” I was more relaxed now. Even though I was still a bit scared about all of this, I suddenly felt a bit safer knowing that they weren’t going to kill me. Not now, anyways. In the future, maybe.
Robert changed his tone, to one entirely businesslike, and said to me, “We need to have the eight badges of Kanto with us by the next three weeks. They are crucial to our plans. And we need you to retrieve them. We have readied you everything, a bag full of supplies, new clothes, a cellphone, and a flight ticket to Pewter City, where the first badge awaits. We are confident you can do this.”
“What if I refuse?”
Robert howled with laughter. I was gettin’ sick of all of this laughin’.
“What’s so funny?” I challenged.
“My, my Nate. Such a stupid child. Did you not think we would have already planned something in case you tried to deny? On your chest attached is a bomb. Within that bomb is a GPS tracking device. As a result, we can see where you go at all times, and if you do anything suspicious, attempt to abandon the job, or try to take the bomb off yourself...well, you’ll be ashes. While it’s small, about 4 inches wide and 4 inches tall, it can still kill you. So be careful, and do not act outside of the boundaries.”
The other guy, Silas, moved towards the mic, and said in a voice that wasn’t as deep as Robert’s, but cooler, “We also have your other personal info. Like your address, relatives, bank account details. And I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want your mother harmed, would you?”
Anger shot up from within me. “Don’t bring her into this you twisted bastards! I’ll take the job, but don’t lay a finger on her you sick fucks!”
Robert said calmly, “Cool down, Nate. None of this will happen, you dying or your mother dying or anything of the likes as long as you act within the boundaries, as I said before. Do what you’re supposed to. Get the badges back here safe and sound by the given time, we’ll disarm the bomb, and we’ll break all ties, never see each other again. Deal?”
I bit my lip, unsure about what to say. But again, I had no choice. “Deal.”
The man smiled that evil smile and said in a bonechilling tone, “Good.”
Silas walked to the iron door, opened it and came to my side. He untied me from the chair, and took me with him. The other guy, Charlie opened the door and led me out to that van again. We drove in silence. Finally, they dropped me off near my house. Before they did, Charlie said,
“Oh yes, I almost forgot. We were unable to get you actual Pokémon. We trust you can do that yourself though, right?”
“Yeah, no problem.” I replied , still not believin’ everything that had happened. His voice was the most different of all, because he had a British accent.
Robert looked at me from the rearview mirror. “Ta-ta for now Nate. Expect to hear from us soon. The sooner you’re done, the sooner we can dissolve everything between us.”
And then, the bastards were gone. I stood alone, looking up and down my street. Well then I thought to myself Guess I got work to do.