Who framed Marowak Wakback?

Chapter 4

By Marowak Wakback

Giovanni – Doom

The Sneasels – The Weasels

Brock drove up to the Pokesho factory in his cop car and got out, Ash followed suit. “Come on Ash, let’s get this over with… What’s the matter?” Asked Brock seeing that Ash was just starring over a brick walk next to the factory.

“…Nothing. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been this close to Pokemorph Isle.” Stated Ash as he followed Brock into the factory.

The inside of the Pokesho factory was different to say the least. Flamethrower handguns, Hydro hand Cannons, Rickter-7 Earthquake Boots, and so on. But that was not the center of concern, but rather the dead headless man in the center of the floor lying in a pool of blood. “Just like a Morph to kill someone with their own signature move.” Stated Brock, only to remember Ash temper around this stuff. “…Sorry Ketchum. You better wait here.”

“…Yeah.” Ash said in a monotone voice as he looked around the factory. Some Police officer where tracing chalk around the body of the now dead Mr. Tajiri, others where looking around the factory to see if they could find any clues. One was interviewing someone in an upper level office building, and judging by the Shadow silhouette of the interviewee, it was Delcatty Zel.

Getting board with standing around, Ash walked over to one of the officers that was gathering evidences from the floor. “What do ya got there?” Ash asked the officer.

“Scales from the Boneheads skin.” Replied the officer.

“Ash Ketchum!” Yelled someone from behind Ash. As Ash turned his head from the officer to see it who was calling him, he was answered with a Mega Punch in the face that sent him flying and crashing into a wall. As the dust cleared, Ash saw his attacker was Delcatty Zel.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself Ketchum! And those damn pictures you took!” Zel yelled then stormed out of the factory.

‘Damn. What a woman!’ Ash thought as he brushed himself off. At this point, Mr. Tajiri headless corpse was now being bagged up and on a stretcher. The officers that where pushing the body out of the factory didn’t notice a small family of Rattata that ran under the officer legs. This caused the one of the officers to trip and knock down the stretcher and knock one of Mr. Tajiri arms out of the bag. When his arm fell out of the bag, something else fell off his cold hand. It was the Auto Thunder Punch.

As Ash went to pick it up, a foot stepped on his hand to stop the attempt. Ash looked up to see a man with slicked back brown hair in a red business suit loomed over him. “Is this Man attempting to remove evidence from the seen of a crime?!” The man stated in a loud, but low voice to anyone that was Listening

Brock then came over to where Ash and the Man where. “Uh… No Judge Giovanni. He was just pickin’ it up for you, Right Ketchum?” Said Brock. Ash just nodded.

Giovanni just held out his hand with a grin on his face “Hand it over.” Said Giovanni. Ash shuttered.

‘If looks could kill, everybody in this room would be dead ten times over.’ Ash thought to himself as he looked at Giovanni. “Sure.” Ash said he took the offer of Giovanni’s hand and shook it with the Auto Thunder Punch. The surge of 1000 volts of electric went into Giovanni arm he and quickly let go of Ash’s hand. Giovanni looked at Ash with pure anger as Ash just smiled “What? It’s Pokesho’s biggest seller.” Ash stated as if he didn’t know what happened.

Giovanni got a hold of his anger and gave Ash a quick fake smile “I see working for a Morph has paid off.” Replied Giovanni and saw that Ash’s smile was now gone.

“I wasn’t working for a Morph, I was working for Gary Oak.” Stated Ash.

“Yes. We talked with Mr. Oak earlier today. It seems Marowak became quite agitated when you showed him the pictures you took last night. He said one way or another, both he and Miss Zel were going to be happy. Isn’t that right?” Giovanni said in quote to Gary words.

“What do I look like, an audio recorder?” Ash snapped back at the older man.

“Shut your mouth Ketchum, the man’s a judge.” Stated Brock as he smacked Ash in the back of the head.

“That’s quite all right officer. From the smell of things, I’d say it was the booze talking. But it doesn’t matter, my men will find him.” Stated Giovanni. As if on cue, the sound of a truck running at top speed came bursting through the factory doors. As the armored truck swerved to a stop, the doors flew open and out stepped five Sneasel Morphs.

“Sneasels!?” Stated Ash in a shocked.

“Yes, there very good at finding what there looking for.” Replied Giovanni. “Did you find him yet?”

“Not yet, but don’t worry Boss, we’ll find him.” Said the Leader of the Morph Patrol, Jack A. He wore a blue beige double-breasted suit and a zoot hat to match.

Giovanni snorted then turned back to Ash. “Do you have any idea where the Rouge Morph is, Mr. Ketchum?”

“Have you tried Cerulean City,” Ash Replied in a sarcastic tone “Petalburg? The Orange Island’s? I here The Orange Island’s are very nice this time of year.”

“Mr. Ketchum, I’m afraid you do not fully grasp the situation here. A man has been murdered by a Pokemorph; do you not realize the magnitude of that?” Said Giovanni as he walked over to the Group of Sneasel morphs and there armored truck.

“How did that Bastard become a Judge?” Ash whispered to Brock.

“A few years ago, there was an election for Judge of Pokemorph,” Brock whispered back to Ash in reply “He bought the whole thing.”

“Damn.” Ash replied. Just then, two of the Sneasel morphs opened the back door on the truck to reveal a large barrel with a biohazard logo on the side. “What’s that crap?” Ash asked Brock.

“Remember that the only way to kill a Pokemorph or Pokemon is by old age?” Brock Asked Ash. Ash nodded “Well he found a way. Liquefying all 17 Pokemon elements and adding six different types of acid chemical to make the elements deadly, you get that stuff. He calls it the Dip.”

Ash’s attention to Brock was broken by the sound of a Rubber glove snapping on Giovanni’s right hand. “Mr. Ketchum, I intended to find this Rouge Morph, and when I do, I’ll trial him, convict him, and execute him.” Stated Giovanni, he then felt a rub against his pants leg. He looked down to fine one of those small purple rat pokemon that ran across the factory earlier.

Ash and Brock paled as Giovanni grinned an evil grin as he bent down a quickly grabbed the Rattata by the back of the neck. The rodent pokemon squealed in fear as Giovanni dangled it over the barrel, and then dropped the helpless pokemon into the acid barrel. Brock looked away, but Ash continued to watch as the little pokemon screamed in pain, but then the screams died down and a layer of purple and red coated the top of the acid dip took the place of the young rat pokemon. “That’s one dead Pokemon.” Replied one of the Sneasel Morphs.

“This is how we handle things on Pokemorph Isle, Mr. Ketchum.” Stated Giovanni “And to the best of my Knowledge, you of all people should appreciate something like this.” Giovanni finished with a smile as kind as a slit throat.

The whole ride back, that seen kept playing over and over again in his head. ‘I may not like Pokemorphs, but I would never give any of them a fate like that.’ Ash thought to himself as he walked up the stares to his office. As he reached for his door, he froze and stated coolly “What do you want?” Ash asked out loud. If anybody else were in the hall, they would have though Ash was crazy, but Ash was far from insane. A Young Pokemorph, about 16 or 17 years old, appeared from the shadows of a corner of the hallway where the sun could not shine. It was Marowak’s student and Acting partner Farfetch’d Green.

In response to Ash’s question, the bird morph jumped from the shadows; took out his sword and prepared to attack Ash. Ash kept a level head and just sidestepped Farfetch’d then delivered a roundhouse kick to the Bird Mrophs beak. This made Farfetch’d drop his sword and fall right on his back. As he tried to get back up, he found on of Ash’s Shoes pushing down on his chest and the edge of his sword pointing at his face. Instead of Farfetch’d feeling fear, he started to Laugh much to Ash’s surprise “HAHAHA!! Your as good as they say Ashton-san.” Stated Farfetch’d as Ash pulled him up and handed Farfetch’d his sword back.

“If your lookin’ for the bar, it’s across the street.” Ash stated in an annoyed tone.

“Sorry Ashton-san, but I’m not here for a drink. I’m here to talk to you about Tajiri-kun death.” Corrected Farfetch’d.

‘Damn. News travels fast around here.’ Ash thought to himself.

“Listen Ashton-san, Everyone thinks Marowak-sensei killed Tajiri-kun, but that’s not true, this whole thing goes against all of Marowak-sensei codes. I’m telling you, he didn’t kill Tajiri-kun!” Stated Farfetch’d in an angered tone. “Here, look at this. It says right here in black & white that Tajiri-kun didn’t write a will, but that’s not true. Every Morph on the isle knows that he left a will. He promised that if anything happened to him, he’d leave Pokemorph Isle to the Morphs. That will is the reason Tajiri-kun was bumped off!”

“Has anyone ever seen this will?” Asked Ash.

“Uh, no” Said Farfetch’d “But he gave up his Solemn Vow.”

‘This is just a waste of time’ Ash thought “And if you guys actually think that the man live up to his word, then your all just as dumb as that joker!” Yelled Ash as he pushed Farfetch’d out of the way and went for his room.

Ignoring Ash’s comment, he continued “I just figured that since you’re the baka that got Marowak-Sensei in trouble, you’re the one that can get him out of it. I can pay you.” Stated Farfetch’d. Ash froze, his anger boiling, he slowly turned his head to Farfetch’d. Farfetch’d gulped and paled at the site of Ash’s angered face.

“Take your damn money and buy yourself some new moves.” Growled Ash thought his teeth, opened his door and slammed it on Farfetch’des face.

Ash walked over to his deck and poured himself a glass of Vodka. “It ain’t my fault the Bonehead got himself in trouble.” He said to himself as gulped down a shot of vodka. “All I did was take a couple of pictures…” Stated Ash as he placed his shot glass over a newspaper. As he went to pore another shot, he noticed that the shot glass was over one of his pictures that he took last night. Looking closer through the shot glass, he noticed something he hadn’t before, in the side pocket of Mr. Tajiri pants, was an envelope sticking out that said, “LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT.”

‘Farfetch’d was right. Hmmm… Aw the hell with it!’ Ash thought to himself. He was tired from last night and today, so he got up and went over to a large set of file drawer, pulled on the top drawer, and revealed a make shift bed with in the files. Lying down on the left side, he figured he'd fall asleep and forget about the whole thing in no time. Rolling over to his left side he came face-to-bony-face with a pokemorph with brown skin, a black leather jacket, blue jeans, a bonesword, and a dinosaur skull for a head.