Ace Trainer Brandon

Pokemon:
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Skipper [36/36] Swampert [36/36] Arbok [30/30] Primeape [30/30] Beedrill [35/35] Parasect [35/35]

Temporary Partner:

Sparky [25/25]
Items: Pokeball x3 , Revive ×1 , Coins ×2, Swampertite (mega stone) ×1,
Points: 76

Brandon was laughed at as they showed him the pictures of himself from Virdian Forest. Brandon studied the picture and said "Hmmm.... I can see where you could get him mixed up with me, he looks very similar indeed. But I can assure you I am not the kid in that picture, nor have I ever heard of him". It was hard to have to deny being himself, but he knew it was the best play he had!

Once they arrived at the prison, they pulled Brandon out of the van. The prison was much different, there were armed guards everywhere, even worse the guards Brandon had beaten up to get to his Pokemon, were waiting for him with some device.

Brandon gulped, he knew this was not going to go over well for him. He was right, the guards came over and put the device around his neck, explaining that if acted violent it would shock him. Yikes... just what he needed a torture device around his neck.

The guards taunted him, they punched him in the gut, as Brandon keeled over in pain, they pushed him to the ground, daring him to try and fight back. Brandon just laid there quietly and took it like a man though.

He remained silent, until he heard one of the guards say "Afterwords bring his pokemon to me. We are testing out a new device and his will work excellent for that test."

Brandon shouted out "No PLEASE... Don't hurt my Pokemon, do what you want with me, but leave them be! Whatever actions they performed, they did at my command and my orders. I take full responsibility for their actions. I am their trainer, they were listening to me, nothing more and nothing less. So punish me, do whatever you want to me, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not hurt my Pokemon." he begged and pleaded with the guards. He even put his hands in the begging gesture.

The thought of his Pokemon being tortured for his actions were unbearable, they did not deserve that! And while he knew deep down Skipper and Swampert would rather die then leave his side, he still didn't want them to suffer on his accord.

The guards picked him up off the ground and escorted him off into a dimly lit cell, with plexi glass and a bed with no blanket. As they escorted him, he said calmly "I want a lawyer... I know my rights, I know you are required to give me one if I ask." Then he sat quietly on the bed, trying to figure out what to do next and hoping his Pokemon weren't being harmed.