Author's note: WARNING: this chapter is a lot more violent then the rest (especially at the beginning), but I have tried to put as much of the normal integrity as possible into the work as I could. This is especially hard with a lot of adjectives such as blood and, well, STUFF to put in without getting too immature for an R rating. Put some tips in the reviews section if you think you can help me even more with techniques of "casual violence". If you think that I'm good enough at this, tell me that this is great in the reviews section OR send me an E-mail telling me how great I am. (IF I am great, that is, as this pile of [junk and] chapters is my first fan fic.) *** *** Character traits *** *** 8. The Officer Jennys Ages: 30 Genders: All female Looks: All with a police uniform, and features that are almost virtually the same as in the television series. Differences: the Pewter city one has normal police shoes instead of high-heels, the Cerulean city one has shades on, and the Saffron city one has better- dressed hair. Friends: Depending from Jenny to Jenny Enemies: Depending from Jenny to Jenny Personalities: Depending from Jenny to Jenny *** *** *** *** Chapter 10 Cerulean city- 21:05 Manuel kept staring at the books, eyes focused. A short and broad male clerk walked out of the store, yelling, "hey kid, that glass ain't free!" Manuel came out, and pointed to several chemistry books on display while telling the clerk, "I want that one, that one, that one..." The clerk stayed close to Manuel while saying, "well kid, looks like you got yourself a de-ahhh!" All of a sudden, a bullet hole filled with blood appeared on the clerk's head. With a loud bang, the hole expanded until it was about the size of an Arcanine's paw. The man fell on the floor, dying quickly, blood, brains and cranium pieces bursting out. Manuel was taken back by the sudden death. Looking at the location of the dead man's fatal bullethole, Manuel looked in what was probably the direction of the bullet and found a building with a black, crouching figure on the roof. People circled around the dead man, staring at the carcass and running with fright when they saw it. A couple of people walked over to phone booths to presumably call 9-1-1. "Manuel, what are you doing?" It was the voice of Ash, holding Richard's umbrella. Regardless of his friends, Manuel ran over to the building and entered. Ash looked at the dead person, then at the bulding with a black figure visibly standing up on the roof and preparing to run... Oh shit, Cassidy thought. Of all the bad things that could happen, this is by far the worst. Think, Cassidy, think! How would intelligence get out of this situation? Probably using a pokŽmon with a manuver that would make well her escape. "Kadabra, go!" She flung a pokŽball of hers to the floor of the roof quickly. The Kadabra was lying down on the ground stealthily. "Kadabra, telep-" Someone barged in through a door to the roof entrance, with a plank of wood and a mean face. It was Manuel Zimmerman. He charged toward Cassidy quickly, with the plank in front of his chest. Cassidy picked up her sniper rifle, and-before Cassidy could do anything else, the weight of the plank was placed upon her at full force, impacting with a shatter. Shards of wood went everywhere on Cassidy-her hair, her clothes, her pants. Blood seeped out-but Cassidy didn't care. She was clenching her teeth, ignoring the pain and saying, "Kadabra, psychic." Manuel, not noticing Kadabra, was going to take another weapon, when he suddenly floated up above the roof, and over to the space right above the edge. Manel struggled, trying to move, but he was helpless. Cassidy, staying close to her Kadabra, with bright, red blood seeping down through her black clothes, grinned with bloodthirsty anticipation. Manuel screamed and yelled, and people heard him on the street below. Kadabra's psychic then ceased, making Manuel fall down 10 stories down to the solid concrete, when a 'crunch' could be heard. The injured Cassidy holstered her gun, and wrapped her arm around Kadabra's shoulder. "Kadabra, teleport." Kadabra's eyes turned a bright blue. Suddenly, both Kadabra and Cassidy glowed that exact shade of blue, then spontaeneously dematerialised into spread out particles as they headed to the Team Rocket HQ. Blood trickled out of Manuel's mouth as yet another croud formed. Misty was there first, and found that Manuel was still semi-councious. "Who did this to you?" Misty asked. Manuel was already dead. Misty stood over her dead friend in worry. Who killed him? Whoever killed him was probably more than just another psycho. She could have sworn that when Manuel was falling she seen the glow of a psychic attack. Ash looked down at Manuel's body after running towards it. "Ouch," was all he could say, "what happened?" Richard ran over, now having to push past the croud, to where Manuel lay. "What happene-oh, I see." Misty was sitting down at a table in a joint cafŽ in Carulean gym with Ash and Richard. "I'm scared," Ash spoke, "whatever happened to Manuel could very well happen to us. We've got out lives ahead of us, and I don't feel like losing them brutally and viciously." Ash was twirling the straw on his sundae with too much on his mind to eat. Ash hadn't eaten in quite a while, yet he had lost his appetite along with everyone else. "Well, why do you think you're in danger?" Misty asked, getting worried. Ash now very rarely used a worried expression. "Well, I think this is related somehow with the investigation we were going into. You know, about Jameson." Misty replied with a serious tone. "Well, Ash, maybe not, we don't know, but if you don't want to risk it, go." Ash stared into Misty's eyes for a moment, then went, his face rigid. Richard stood up on the table. "Well, Misty, it's down to you and me now. I say that we sleep on it first. I'm going back to my place." Richard then walked off and left, sticking a lollipop in his mouth. ?- 22:00 Jessie paced in her large office during her last hour of work for the day. Jessie was wondering about what happened to her way back, when James had made his escape just apparent. Jessie, more specifically, was thinking about when she had hunted down Jameson during the end of the pokŽmon league, right before she went to hospital. She thought that he was around someone else besides Jameson after she somehow got paralysed. It wasn't the boss, after all. It was someone with brown hair and a green cap, which she had seen carrying her stunned form with Jameson. Somehow and someway this person, who looked familiar and seemed to be from the league as a competetor, was in league with Jameson, Jessie assumed. She wanted to find out who this person was-and fast. "What is it, Jessie? Thinking about someone or something? You're such a sensitive person, Jessie." That, of course, was Persian, squinting eyes beside her. Jessie stopped pacing and rubbed her chin. "Persian, how is your memory?" Persian was quick to respond. "Foolproof, photographic and stain-resistant, Jes." "Don't call me Jes," Jessie answered back, "but, Persian, I seem to have a job for you. "What is it, Jes?" Jessie sighed. At least it wasn't as bad as when people wrote her down as "Jesse", an american male name that stood for nothing. "Persian, do you remember anyone with a green hat and brown hair?" Persian squinted a little. Persian walked around the room, thinking. Now Persian was pacing. "Persian?" Persian looked back at Jessie. "I remember a kid with a distinctly green cap a few years ago. His name was Richie. Why?" Jessie waved her hand in front of Persian's face. "No need, I remember now. He lives in Cerulean city." Persian stopped, and looked at Jessie. "How do you know?" Jessie squinted her eyes tightly. Her fist clenched. "Let's just say that I remember him from somewhere," Jessie told Persian, eyes blazing with hatred. "A certain ordeal that I and certain other whiteshirts remember." Cerulean city- 22:30 Jameson looked around nervously in the pokŽmon center. Jameson ringed the bell at the front desk. "Hello-my, you look nervous today!" It was Nurse Joy, taking a pokŽball that Jameson brought in, which was Jameson's Victreebell. "Just a check up?" Nurse Joy asked to Jameson. Jameson lied, "There's been a problem. In a pokŽmon battle, it was hit too hard close to the vital organs." Nurse Joy spotted white blood coming out of Victreebell's mouth, and she carried up the pokŽmon despite its apparent size and weight. "Don't worry," Nurse Joy told Jameson, "it'll be just fine, not to worry." Jameson looked around again, and finished, "good. I'll be here tomorrow." Jameson left the hospital in silence. Jameson was walking around in the main street, between 2 areas that were covered with blocking tape that read: POLICE LINE-DO NOT CROSS. Inside the lines were 2 body bags, 1 in each area inside the lines. Jameson shivered a little. Just the kind of death I'll probably suffer, he mused. In a body bag, between police lines. When he walked past him, he found a teenager with brown hair and a green cap. He foolishly didn't notice him and walked by him, whistling. Just when he passed him by he heard, "stop right there, now!" That was not what Jameson did. He turned back so he could see what the teenager was, and he recognised him from the pokŽmon league village as the one who helped him make Jessie's getting shot look like an attempted suicide. Jameson slowly walked backwards. "Yes?" The kid had asked, bringing out a pokŽball. The teen sent it out. "Butterfree, g-" And that's when Jameson ran. "You're not getting away with this, James!" On hearing his own name, Jameson put his hands to his ears and ran faster. Richard brought out a pokŽball. "Sparky, deal with him!" A Raichu came out of Richard's pokŽball. "Sparky, use agility!" The Raichu sprang into action, jumping to where Jameson was at an astonishing speed. Jameson was quite a fast runner, but not as fast as this. Richard stopped running, letting his Raichu do the work. "Sparky, tackle him down!" Raichu jumped on top of Jameson at such a speed that Jameson came down with it. Jameson groaned, but there was nothing he could do. This was just like Cassidy and Raticate. Richard looked down at Jameson, cracked his fingers and said, "James, it looks like you've got a lot of explaning to do." That was when a police motorcycle came. The driver was Officer Jenny. Richard waved for Jenny to stop. The motorcycle stopped, and Jenny came to look. "Hey, Officer, we caught-" But Richard was quickly interrupted in a loud voice. "Caught?! I don't know what a minor is doing out at such a late hour and I don't want to know. And what is it you're doing with that innocent man? I don't know him at all, he's innocent. You're under arrest for assault!" "But-" Jenny handcuffed Richard without a word, and threw a police ball at Sparky, which caught it instantly for confiscation. As Jenny walked away with the surprised Richard and the ball, Jameson smiled and waved goodbye. Jameson sighed with relief, but still felt nervous. For, if that kid knew, surely someone else did, too.