Pokemon Peridot

What Will Be, Will Be!

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Last Time

Flyy Bazu, a fourteen year old from Cherrygrove City, has been told by his dad to find a girl who has run away from home. His dad gave him an Electrike named Tick who hasn't quite taken to Flyy yet... When we left them, Tick had destroyed its PokeBall and had confronted Flyy, just as a stick had moved from the walls of the den...
Also, a D.I. named Clint Smith has gone to investigate a theft of a Pokemon in New Bark Town with his loyal partner Sleuth the Luxio...

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The sticks began falling one by one after the first one rolled away. Flyy made a dash for the exit and escaped, just before the den caved in, but then he remembered about Tick. Had he been crushed?
'Tick?' he called out. 'Buddy? Are you OK?'
But then a spark flicked up from the debris. It flew high into the air, then came cascading back to the pile. As it touched down on the wood, it caught fire, setting the fallen den alight.
'Tick!' Flyy called out. All that came back was a yelp from the pile. Flyy decided to help him. He reached inside his three-quarter-length jeans pocket and pulled out some climbing gloves. They were black and made of inflammable, strong cloth. He slipped them on and began working at the burning pile.
Inside, Tick could hear the sticks being shifted. He tried to help by using Tackle on them, but the fire was sucking up all of the oxygen, and he just had no energy.
He lay down on the only bit of ground not engulfed in the dancing flames, and collapsed.
Flyy saw his unconscious body after he moved a couple more sticks and dipped his hands in the burning wreck. He just hoped that the electricity emanating from Tick's fur wouldn't get through the gloves.
He cautiously poked the fallen Pokemon. No shock, no pain, no anything. Flyy decided that it was safe to handle him with gloves on, he would make a note of wearing the gloves all the time from now on.
Tick wasn't as heavy as Flyy first anticipated. He lifted the Lightning Pokemon with ease and was able to jog over to where he had laid his backpack when he escaped himself.
Flyy kept shaking the Pokemon gently until he slowly opened his eyes. 'Tick? Are you OK?' he asked him.
Tick gave a nod. If Flyy could speak Pokemon, he was sure that would have meant "thank you". Flyy nodded back, trying to say your welcome. Whether he got the message, Flyy wouldn't know.
Tick didn't growl when Flyy began slowly stroking him. Maybe he's just too weak to dislike me he thought to himself. Or maybe he liked me in the first place and I just needed to prove I was worthy enough for him.
Flyy didn't really know, but he did begin to wonder how his dad managed to get Tick.
Maybe he got given it. Maybe he won it. He might have bought it. Then Flyy's mind flicked to a disturbing image of his dad stealing it. Flyy tried to forget about that, but it kept coming back whenever he thought of trying to bring Kim back safely.

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In Violet City, Kim Clarkson was eating with her brother, the Gym Leader Falkner. Her Clefairy, Daffodil, was sitting on her lap, clapping.
Kim's long brown hair fell down past he shoulders and just touched the small of her back. Her dark green eyes bore down onto her half empty bowl of spaghetti.
'What's wrong, Kimbers?' Falkner asked, smiling. Kim smiled in return. Falkner always knew how to cure her when she was down.
'Nothing. I'm just homesick, that's all...;
'Well I can get Pidgey to Fly you home. He can lift like, ten times his weight, I swear.'
'No, I'm fine.' Kim looked at him. His blue hair fell over one eye. He looked so smart in his Gym Leader uniform.
'Well, I'm sure someone will be here to take you away soon.' Falkner had been informed of the plan by his mum and Mr. Bazu.
'What makes you say that?' Kim asked a bit more angrily than she intended. Falkner didn't answer.

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Back in New Bark Town, D.I Smith and Sleuth were investigating the lab. So far they had found three-times-as-much evidence as the previous inspectors to come in. Hair strands, three different kinds, fingerprints, four different ones, and some broken glass so tiny, only Sleuth saw it.
They had three matches of DNA; one from Monica Clarkson, a daytime guard at the lab, one of Prof. Elm, and one of the head of security, Quentin Bazu. Quentin was prime suspect, as he was the only one to have access to the lab that night.
The story Smith had come up with was that the perpetrator had needed to sell the Pokemon to get money. The culprit was clumsy as he or she had not worn gloves. Mr. Bazu had fitted these hunches, as he never wore gloves, which he admitted to, and he was not the richest. They had also decided that the culprit decided to escape through the door at the front, but accidently kicked up a stone as he left, which knocked a microscopic piece of glass from the window.
Whether Smith was right or not, neither of the three would admit to it upfront...

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Flyy put the tired Electrike in his backpack, with its head sticking out for air. He seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness, but still never turned on his new partner.
By the time they reached the Violet City Pokemon Centre, Tick was awake, but very weak. Nurse Joy had said that he had third degree burns on his back that have taken the life giving static out of his fur. She informed him, also, that they could restore the static by knocking him out and charging him, and when he was awake, put him on a treadmill, to build up static further.
'This could take up to an hour, but you are welcome to watch through that window if you would like,' she had said pointing to the glass window that sat on the wall of OR 1.
'No thanks; I can't stand to see my new buddy in pain. I'll look around town; I've got some errands to run anyway. Thank you so much, for this I mean.' He found tears welling up in his bright green eyes. 'He was lucky I had these gloves, he would have been goner for sure.' That's when he went to find Kim.
He started in the North. All he found was a big tower with men with Bellsprout at the front, and a Gym. The East had no luck either. Next he tried the West. He found some houses and knocked on the first one.
'Hello. I was wondering if you knew where Falkner lives?' Flyy asked nervously.
The man was big, very big. Obviously a sailor. His voice was very deep too. 'Yes. Why should I tell a shrimp like you?'
Flyy was taken aback by this comment. He was about to heckle the big guy into battling him, but then he remembered Tick's condition and whether he would obey him in battle. Instead, he just said: 'Because I can give you anything that you want, that's why.' Flyy saw his mistake straight away. His first ambitions were fulfilled.
'I wanna battle you, shrimp. One on one, my Onix versus your... uh... what do you have?'
'I have an Electrike, but he's at the Pokemon Centre.'
'Awww,' the sailor mocked. 'Did one of your wimpy friends knock him out?' Flyy was about to swing for him when his mobile began ringing. He answered it after checking the caller ID, it was his mother.
'Hello?' he said, holding his breath.
'Flyy? Oh thank goodness! It's your mother. Where are you?' Now Flyy was stuck. He signaled for the sailor to wait for two minutes. He reluctantly agreeded.
'I'm in Violet Cit-'
Flyy pulled the phone away from his ear, but he could still hear the words clearly. 'Violet City! What the hell are you doing there?'
'Dad just asked me to do something for him. I'm fine, I should be home tomorrow, I promise.'
'Who accompanied you on this trip?' his mum asked sternly. Before Flyy could get a word in, his mum was back. 'It couldn't have been your father, he's being interviewed by the police.'
'Don't worry, mum. I have a Pokemo- Woah, back up, dad's being interviewed? Why?'
'Oh, just some codswallop about a theft. Nothing to do with you.' So maybe Flyy's theory was correct. Was his dad a thief?
'Let's say, hypothetically, that he did do it. What did he steal?'
'Hypothetically?' Flyy's mum paused. This gave him another chance to apologise to the disgruntled sailor. 'A Pokemon, I think,' she said slowly. 'So you say you have one now! What is it? Where did you get it?'
Flyy hung up. His mouth was dry. His dad had used him in a theft. Tick wasn't his destined partner, he was to be used a tool until dad could sell him.
'Uhhh, hello? Are you still with me?' Flyy suddenly remembered the sailor. Flyy just nodded slowly. He was thinking. 'Who was that?'
Flyy felt it strange, but he wanted to tell this stranger about the phone call. 'My mum,' he eventually said hoarsely.
'Is she OK?' Flyy nodded again.
'But I think our battle will have to wait.'
'Why?'
'Because it's quite possible that people are hunting me down right now.'
'I will hold you against our battle though. If, when, we meet again, I will want that battle, OK?' Flyy turned to him and smiled, then nodded vigourously. 'I'm Colin by the way. And yourself?'
'Flyy, with two "y's"'
Seeya 'round then, Flyy with two "y's"' Colin said just before Flyy sprinted to the Pokemon Centre. The he called, 'Falkner lives next door!' and shut his own door.

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'So then, Quentin, you don't mind if I call you Quentin?'
'No,' Quentin replied quietly.
The room was small. There was a table, a window and a two way mirror that no one was sitting behind, The walls were grey, the table was white and so was Quentin's face, pale as a paper.
'What could be wrong, Quentin?' Smith asked him sarcastically. 'Have you done something wrong? Because you look very guilty, or is it just your file that makes you seem guilty.' Quentin was shaking all over. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine where Flyy was right now, and whether he knew he had tricked him. Flyy was always going to know in the end, but only when Quentin sold Electrike as a Manectric.
'I did take the Pokemon. It was an Electrike. Your theory was right! I do need to sell it! Team Rocket pay highly for Pokemon like that!'
'Pokemon lke what, Quentin?' Smith asked in a way that made his kindness patronising.
'Pokemon raised by the Professor!' Quentin burst out, he was in floods of tears now.
D.I. Smith looked at Sleuth and winked. 'Where is said Electrike now?'
Quentin paused the conversation. Could he betray his son? If he didn't, Quentin could die, for he promised Team Rocket a Pokemon, but if he did, Flyy could hate him forever, but not if he didn't find out! 'My son has it, I sent him to Violet City on an errand. I told not to come back!'
'Did you tell him why he shouldn't come back?' Quentin shook his head. 'Ms. Clarkson told me about her daughter. Your plan would not have worked. By the sounds of things, she is arrogant and would not come back on her own, or with Flyy.' Quentin began crying again. 'Please stop crying Mr. Bazu. It looks most unprofessional. Here have a tissue,' and Smith handed him a tissue. 'We will track your son down you know. There is no escape, and we will question him, after taking him into custody of course.'
Sleuth looked at Smith, there was an evil glint that he had never seen before in Smith's eyes. He didn't like it.

Episode Three Coming Soon...

Author - Bazu Azurill

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