Daily Pokemon Stories

[Noblejanobii]

My apologies on not updating yesterday. I was having a rough day.

Today's Pokemon is...

The Thorn Pod Pokemon, #598, Ferrothorn!

Spoiler:

The large wooden doors opened as the uncomfortable smuggler straightened her collar. She was wearing the world's single most uncomfortable pantsuit. But the boss required her to dress professionally when meeting with her. He also had a rule of no belts either. It was strange and the redhead hated it but you can't argue with the boss. Setting one foot in front of the other, the smuggler entered the large room with high ceilings and valuable undoubtedly stolen paintings.

“Ahh my Angel returns to me. How are you, my dear? Was the Bruxish mission a success?” Angel continued to walk forward as the man spoke. He was stout and large wearing a jaunty yellow suit. His black shined shoes were resting on the table in front of him as he leaned back with his arms behind his head. His brown eyes were most definitely not focused on Angel’s face as a smirk twisted his thin black moustache.

“Yes sir,” Angel replied as she reached table. Her boss gestured for her to sit in the opposing chair and so she did. He chuckled a little then asked,

“Did those Alolan police scramble when they saw you driving a car?” Angel nodded again silently, not wanting to speak more than she had to. “Well good. I'll be sure to pay you soon. I'm glad I can always count on you to complete a job, unlike Ioan.” Angel cocked her head ever so slightly at that. Despite being rivals for the smuggling business, Angel and Ioan didn't hate each other. They were drinking buddies after all, with Paul usually being the designated driver. What had happened that caused such a mention?

“Just let me know what I can do next,” Angel replied quietly.

“You're curious,” the boss interjected, causing Angel to stiffen ever so slightly. “Curiousity does not suit you, Angel. It’ll land you where Ioan is going.” Angel drew her eyebrows together.

“And where would that be?” Angel asked. A strangely psychotic smile spread across the boss’s face and he pointed upward as he spoke.

“Dealing with Executioner.” Angel’s head immediately snapped up to see a ferrothorn hanging from the ceiling. How had she not noticed it when she came in? Then again, the ceilings were high in this room and in every corner of the room there was a chandelier. If one was not looking at the ferrothorn directly, it could blend in quite well. But now was not the time to be admiring the trick, as the pokemon’s gold eyes snapped open with murder sparkling in them.

The ceiling rumbled and creaked as the ferrothorn released from its perch and dropped. Angel was barely able to scrambled away in time to not be smashed. Angel’s breathing began to pick up. Now she understood the dress code. No belts meant no secure way to carry pokeballs, which meant you couldn’t fight back if you were set to die. Angel couldn’t maneuver as well in a tight pantsuit either. She did have another trick up her sleeve though. Angel mentally called out for her partner, hoping and praying the Abra would hear her. However, her calls went unanswered, as if they were been blocked or something had happened to Lycurgus. Angel quickly tucked and rolled out of the way as a pin missile collided with where she had been crouched moments before. Guess she couldn’t worry about him right now either.

Angel could hear her boss laughing as she futilely tried to dodge Executioner. Pin missile after pin missile was launched at her, a pattern forming of sorts, but it had to be a trap. There was no way it wasn’t. Angel had seen some of the bodies of Executioner’s victims, there was more to a pin missile than that. The bodies were usually utterly obliterated! Angel quickly realized what could cause that when a silver and purple light formed above the ferrothorn’s head and blasted her way. Angel managed to dodge but she knew the attack quite well. Flash cannon was a powerful and deadly attack. She couldn’t afford to get hit with that.

Angel began to sprint across the room towards the doors, hoping to make it without getting hit when pain suddenly shot up through her legs. She fell to the ground as more pain sprouted up across her body. Angel’s vision began to go in and out as she spikes driving up through her. Executioner had been laying a trap, she realized, that was why the pin missiles had been so easy to dodge. Angel could hear the ferrothorn charging another flash cannon and closed her eyes. She couldn’t get out of this now, so better to not let a heinous carpet be the last thing she saw.

But it never came.

“Halt!” a commanding voice shouted as the doors were flung open. “This is the Veilstone police! Put your hands in the air, crime lord Basilio Piraino, you’re under arrest for the smuggling of pokemon, human trafficking, and-” Angel never heard the end of that sentence. She passed out before she could. But for a second, just a fleeting second, she thought she could hear Ioan’s voice in the fading distance of reality.