Attempted Capture: Nincada
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Dear Grader, I apologise for the lack of description, it's just, you see, I was trying to convey a sense of mystery for the first chapter and then reveal some of the hidden things in later chapters. I seem to be unable to do one-shots. Sorry. :3
The embers from the campfire flickered and danced before me. I stared towards the flames, inside the flames, in an attempt to make my mind run away. The things that I had accomplished that day - well, I say accomplished. Could that task that I had just completed be called an accomplishment? It was such a sickening deed, and the consequences for having done it could be truly dire.
My gaze shifted from the fire to the newest member of my Pokémon team - a young Gible, who was lying on his side a few feet from the fire. As I watched his cute, yet battle-scarred form, and listened to the faint snores and grunts that he let out, I wondered what it must be like to be a Pokémon. Perhaps that would be a better life, as then I wouldn't have to deal with distressing issues like the one that I was currently suffering from.
As I began to think about the terrible deed once again, I couldn't help but shudder. My arm brushed against the satchel that was hanging from my shoulder - the same satchel that contained that which I had stolen. I grabbed hold of the strap and stripped myself of the bag, and then threw it away from me. It landed with a thump, causing it to send up a plume of ash from the fire into the air. The strap of the satchel had landed very close to the fire, and was beginning to char - it wasn't made of a particularly durable material. Then it occurred to me.
Burn the evidence. That was the only way out of this situation, I was sure of it. If the evidence of the crime was burnt to ashes, then I wouldn’t have to deal with any dire consequences. It was a simple, easy escape. I left my seat upon a fallen tree trunk and crawled over to the satchel, snatching it away from the fire. I then simply stared at it, considering what might happen if I did choose to scorch this unholy object.
On second thought, I decided that the repercussions caused by destroying it would be noticeably worse. I drew back from the fire, and continued to stare at the satchel. No matter how much I tried to escape it, the truth was inevitable; if I ran away from this responsibility, many would die. However, if I chose to continue with this task, I could die.
For the next few hours, I sat against the tree trunk, weighing up my options, listening to the flickering of the flames and the snores coming from Gible. However, I felt as though I could hear something in the background. It was sort of like… a scuttling sound, as though something was approaching us. Gradually, I pushed myself up onto my feet and tiptoed towards the noise. I was definitely heading in the right direction; the noise was getting louder.
“Who goes there?” I called out into the darkness; I had spent so long sitting and staring at the satchel that night had fallen. On hindsight, I then realized calling out into the darkness was a reckless and foolhardy move. The scuttling noise could be a Pokémon acting as a scout, sent by the people I had stolen from.
After I had considered this, my hand hovered over one of my Poké Balls. Hopefully, if the Pokémon was powerful or there was a member of the group nearby, I could deal with them swiftly and efficiently. I had heard stories that, individually, their Grunts weren’t too powerful, so even someone with a below average battle record like me could deal with them. However, the scuttling sound had stopped; the scout was trying to conceal itself. For some reason, panic grasped me, and my temper rose.
“Damn it, Team Plasma, show yourselves!” I roared, flinging a Poké Ball out in front of me. A cream, shaggy ball of fur with gangly brown limps, a pig nose and eyes full of rage burst out, illuminated in a patch of moon light. My Primeape stared out into the darkness, attempting to sniff out the enemy while awaiting his orders. Both of us stayed completely silent as we attempted to find the opponent. If it tried to escape, one of us would hear it and we’d be on top of it in a flash.
A scuttling noise at 3 o’clock.
“Primeape, Fury Swipes!” I commanded. Primeape must have known where the enemy was, too, as he immediately darted in that very direction and started slashing wildly at the foe. The scuttling approached me, and the Pokémon entered the patch of moon light, revealing itself to me. It was a Nincada. I watched it for a moment, and considered this. I had never known a member of Team Plasma to use a Nincada, and they were native to this particular part of the forest, so this was obviously a wild Nincada.
“Let’s go for a Thrash attack!” I ordered. Primeape nodded, and dashed towards Nincada, flailing its limbs around wildly. The Nincada continued to watch me, and simply kicked a leg behind itself, sending a patch of dirt straight into Primeapes eyes; a Mud-Slap attack. Primeape stumbled a little, and rubbed his eyes to try and get rid of the mud, but I watched as the Nincadas claws glinted like steel in the moon light, and it scraped at Primeapes blinded face.
“Metal Claw… Primeape, let’s finish this quickly, let’s use a Seismic Toss!” I shouted to him. Because the Nincada was still scratching him, Primeape had no problems finding the creature, and he grabbed hold of it and leapt into the air with it. Once he was near the lowest canopy of trees, he threw Nincada, sending it plummeting downwards. It crashed to the ground and sent dust into the air, yet when the dust cleared, the bug was still struggling to stand up.
I saw my chance, and threw an empty Poké Ball at it. The ball bounced off of its head, and then opened, absorbing the insect inside it in a beam of red light. The ball then fell to the floor and began to shake back and forth.
“That took way too long for you… why are you giving it such a light touch?” a voice behind me asked. My eyes widened of their own accord. I couldn’t believe that he had personally come to see me.
“I’m attempting to cover my tracks by being subtle,” I answered. I continued to watch the ball on the floor shaking, as I didn’t want to be polite by looking at him, of all people, while talking to him. I heard him give out a grunt of amusement.
“Evidently it didn’t work,” he muttered, a hint of badly concealed pride in his voice.
“You only found me because of the campfire…” I growled, trying my best not to give him the satisfaction of feeling he was better than me.
“Yes, I must confess that you’re right, Chase. Though, I also found this back there…” he muttered. My eyes widened even more. I spun around, and noticed that he was holding the satchel. His black cap dipped slightly into the moonlight, and I could just about see a few strands of green hair.
“Give that back!” I shouted, making a small step towards him. He quickly examined the satchel, and then looked back over to me.
“Are these those documents on…?” he asked me, his question trailing off as though he knew that I knew what the end of the question was.
“No,” I lied. However, even I knew that it was a very, very unconvincing lie. He examined the satchel again, and then, surprisingly, threw it back over to me. I was so surprised by this, that I ended up letting it hit me in the chest and drop a couple of feet before I managed to catch it.
“Chase, believe me, I’m happy you stole those documents,” he smirked. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Why would you be happy?” I asked, though I secretly dreaded hearing the answer. He stepped further into the moon light patch, showing me his handsome, pristine face, and gave me a somehow friendly grin.
“Because the thrill is in the chase, as they say!” N replied, before spinning round and disappearing back into the night.