Unlike most of my other stories, I've had this idea in my head for over a month, as well as it's planning. But finally, everything fits together, and I am able to write it! This is going to be a Dark Fic, and will have some mature, explicit and dark content, although it won't be as heavily present in the story as that warning might make it out to be. Unless you're sensitive to issues that are considered immoral and/or illegal, continue on. And this story will include what you might normally expect from a story rated Mature, but again, not as heavily present as it might sound. So, if you're fine with all the issues pointed out above, read on.
The story follows two thieves in the Sinnoh region, trying to seek the truth about Team Galactic as well as escape the International Police. Enjoy, and comment!
Chapters: 1, 2, 3.
It was the darkest hour of the night. The silent air carried hints of the waves south of Sandgem Town, and brushed slightly against Therma’s exposed hair, while Thierry struggled to keep his eyesight clear. Their backs were pressed against the outer wall of the lab. Covered in black, and masks hid their faces.
“I will go first,” Thierry said with a thick accent, carefully pronouncing each word for his partner to understand. “You wait for me to signal you in.”
Therma nodded and watched as Thierry climbed the wall using the tiny spaces between the bricks. His body moved slowly, yet agilely. He could fall at any second, and wake someone up that could prove the end of any hope they had of uncovering the truth. Therma waited at the bottom. Her breathing was slow and organised. Anything can go wrong. Ippolit could find them at any second. Rowan could wake up and report them. All the possibilities centered on being discovered and captured.
The pair had been on the run from the International Police, and an agent had only one mission, and that was to capture them. The hunt started a year ago, when they attempted the same thing; stealing Pokémon. But Ippolit had somehow uncovered their plans and managed to stop them, and the chase around regions started. This was their latest effort. Exactly one year after their first failed attempt.
Team Galactic had just disappeared, and everyone in Sinnoh praised that event. But the truth was what the thieving pair was after. Starter Pokémon sell for a high price; acquiring them was sure to get them enough money to start their investigation. What Team Galactic really was, and why they did the things they did was what they were after; the truth.
“Climb,” Thierry said with a croaked voice. “Climb.” He repeated mere seconds later, to hurry Therma.
She placed one hand on the wall and swiped it around for cracks. Her fingers dug into one, while her eyes scanned the surface for one she can’t reach normally. Her feet mustered the strength to kick her up high enough for her to grab onto the other crack, and the climbing started. Her partner was soon helping her up onto the roof.
“They are here,” Thierry said, and the accent reflected his deep nervousness. “On the table.”
“How’re we supposed to get in?” Therma said and looked through the glass. Her voice lacked the accent Thierry had.
“We can not open it,” Thierry said. “We have to break it.”
“Then we will break it,” Therma breathed heavily; the nervousness in her started to take over as well, even though she tried so hard to keep it locked away. “We will smash it then jump inside, grab the Pokémon, and run out the front door onto Jubilife City. The city is big enough for us to hide somewhere.”
“Will you do it?” Thierry asked, out of hopes for the success of their mission more than fear of what happen if he does it.
“Yes,” Therma said firmly. “Be ready.”
Thierry nodded, and took a few steps back carefully. The roof of the lab was made of slippery green tiles, but that worked for their advantage. Therma detached a single tile from the formation and prepared to smash in against the glass in the center of the roof. She looked back at her partner, who gave her one final nod as a confirmation.
She breathed heavily one more time; everything could go wrong right now. Her arms raised themselves above her head, as if she wasn’t in control of her body. She breathed out one last time, and brought her hands down. She let go of the tile moments before her hand connected with the glass, and it flew through the transparent material. There was a shattering sound, and someone must have heard it, but the pair had no time to check. Therma jumped into the hole, and landed with a roll on the floor. The glass cut her, but the injuries weren’t big enough for her to care about them. Moments later, Thierry dropped from the hole by hanging on to the edge and slowly letting himself go. By then, a few lights had turned on outside the lab. Therma was there before Thierry, and managed to grab two of the Poké Balls that rested on the table, while her partner grabbed the third.
“A suitcase,” Thierry pointed out and rushed to grab it, but Rowan had appeared out of nowhere. “Rowan!” His instructions had changed from those of an extra treasure to those of warnings.
Therma was already halfway to the door before Thierry started running after her. “Stop!” Rowan shouted after them. “Thieves! Stop!”
The doors flung open as soon as Therma crushed her body against them. The locks gave away and the noise alone caused more people to exit their homes. The pair ran across the crowd, which was filled with people too sleepy to realise that the thieves were running right past them. They managed to stick to their plan, and exited Sandgem Town through the north, towards Route 202, where to their surprise, they saw individuals from Jubilife City running towards them.
“Rowan must’ve called them!” Therma shouted back at Thierry. “We can’t go back!”
She lowered her pace in order to allow Thierry to catch up to her, but also in an attempt to delay her capture by whoever came to help Rowan. There were three figures, and one of them had to be Ippolit, who knew that they were somewhere in Sinnoh. It must have been a completely idiotic move for them to go after what they had always gone after; Ippolit must have guessed it.
“I think I can help,” Thierry said, struggling for words to express himself. “The tree.”
His speed picked up, and he jumped towards a tree, arms stretched out in front of him. His fingers wrapped around the branches and he lifted himself up, while Therma followed. She had no idea what Thierry had in mind, and could not bring herself to guess it; she wanted a way out, no matter what it took.
“When they come here, jump,” Thierry said. “Hit them.”
“Are you telling me to throw myself at them?” Therma said, not believing the stupidity of this plan, and not believing herself for thinking that it could work. “Throw myself at my chasers?”
Thierry nodded. How he managed to come up with such a wonderful, yet ridiculous, plan is a short time was beyond her, but it had a chance of working either way.
“It’s over,” the voice told them. “Get down, right now!”
“Nice to see you followed us here, Ippolit,” Therma started. “No home back home? Oh sorry, is that a touchy subject?”
Ippolit fought to hold back his curses in front of his supervisor, and asked the pair to get down once more. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble,” his supervisor added. “It’s over now.”
“Now?” Thierry demanded from Therma, and she nodded. Her body rushed towards the ground, and her feet connected with the third member’s head, causing her to scream out in agony, while Thierry knocked both Ippolit and his supervisor down with his arms.
The pair continued their escape through the dark night, and eventually Jubilife City, which was still as vibrant with activity as ever. Strangely enough, the pair didn’t raise any suspicions, even though they were running through the city at top speed. Thierry was a few meters ahead of Therma, even though she got a head start. Their legs started straining, and the fear of being caught became too great; it was the only thing driving them forward at that point.
Thierry took a sudden turn into an alleyway, and Therma followed after him, only stopping to see the distance between them and their followers. The three chasers were just entering Jubilife City in the form of silhouettes.
“Come on, Therma!” Thierry rushed her. “Hurry!”
She pushed herself away from the building she was leaning on and ran after Thierry. Her partner passed someone who shouted at them, and attempted to stop Therma. She ran straight, without any change in her speed. Her only response was stretching out her arm and smashing it against the attacker’s head, and the pair kept on running until they found a hiding spot behind the Global Trade Station.
“They can not find us here,” Thierry said. “We are safe for now.” Therma was going to point out the fact that it wasn’t an intelligent place to hide in, but her partner pointed at a half-open window. They climbed in slowly, carefully avoiding the broken glass on the floor inside the house. There were no lights or furniture, and the entire place seemed very damp.
“This was where I lived before I met you,” Thierry said. “Not this room, but the basement.”
He tore apart some floorboards to reveal a set of stairs leading to darkness. “You’re a genius,” Therma said in awe and descended, while Thierry took on the job of returning the boards to their place and placing some material under them as to drown out the footsteps of anyone who walked on the place. “Is there any light?”
Suddenly, a match lit up and guided itself around the room, but Therma’s eyes soon adjusted to se Thierry’s gloved hands. The match reached the string of a candle, and the room was suddenly a little bit brighter. The actions repeated themselves a few more times, and the candle grew from one to ten or twelve. But the number didn’t matter to Therma; she spotted a mattress and threw her body at it. The run had left her exhausted, and she needed as much rest as she could get. She placed the two Poké Balls she had on the floor next to her and lay on her back, eyes closed. Thierry put the Poké Ball he had next to the other two and flexed his hands, as if trying to remove the pain of the jagged floorboards.
“An exciting night,” Therma said. “Wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” he replied. “You did great.”
Therma smiled as Thierry’s hand began rubbing against her shoulder, and the weight of his body entered the mattress, and was eventually on her body. They kissed each other, while Ippolit and his partners continued their search above the ground.