Daily Pokemon Stories

[Noblejanobii]

Today's Pokémon is…

The Gnash Teeth Pokemon, #779, Bruxish!

Spoiler:

Sirens blared as a car tore through the streets of Ula’Ula Island. People jumped out of the way as a purple Rapidash GT350 ripped through the streets that were definitely not made for a vehicle. How one had gotten into this area without being noticed still perplexed the cops, but that was not their main question right now. Their main job was to catch the rogue car before it reached the docks. If it boarded a ship then they lost jurisdiction to the ships off Aether Paradise. They had already radioed ahead, but other than passenger ships there was no sign of a ship equipped to carry a car anyway.

The driver smirked as she maneuvered her vehicle through the tight streets of Ula’Ula island’s main city. She couldn’t risk getting caught but that wasn’t much of a worry to her. She glanced to the passenger seat where her partner, an abra, sat, ready to teleport at a moment’s notice. It was a last resort since she had used him to get her on the island. Still, it could work if she got close enough to the docks.

“Yo! Angel! Chill with the turns. You might toss around the fish too much.” Angel glanced up into her rearview mirror at the man sitting in the back, her partner, Paul. She cocked an eyebrow at him. He acted like she wasn’t aware of that fact. They were smuggling Bruxish after all. These fish weren’t allowed outside Alola legally for a reason. If she wasn’t careful, they could chew through the trunk of her car, even with the special case they had put in it.

“And you need to stop backseat driving, Paul. I’d rather not get caught smuggling Bruxish, yeah? It’s kind of a felony in case you didn’t know.” Paul gave Angel a disgusted look but shut up. Angel caught the flicker of red and blue and narrowed her eyes. They were catching up using bikes from the looks of it. Angel could feel the adrenaline starting to kick in and a smile played at her lips. Good, she liked a challenge. Putting more pressure on the accelerator, the Rapidash shot forward. Angel reached over and quickly changed gears before drifting into the shopping district. Switching into reverse, Angel began to drive backwards, a stunt that inexperienced drivers should not under any circumstance perform in an extremely safe setting. Thankfully, Angel had a lot of practice and therefore was qualified enough to perform such a stunt.

Shooting towards the back of the shopping district, Angel kept her eyes towards the back, left hand on the wheel and right hand on the gear shift. Just as she was about to reach the library, Angel yanked the steering wheel to the left. The tail of the car swung right as Angel shifted gears back then slammed on the gas. The purple car shot forward, leaving the motorcycles in its dust. Angel spun the Rapidash back onto the main road and eyed the straight shot towards the docks. Two cards blocked the road, but like some measly blockade had ever stopped her before.

Adjusting her gold aviators, Angel’s green eyes focused on the two officers out of their cars. These idiots obviously had never dealt with smugglers using cars before. The perks of smuggling in Alola. Leaning forward slightly in excitement, Angel didn’t slow down at all as she ran down the blockade. The two officers fired shots at the window, but Angel wasn’t a fool. The bullets barely left a dent on the bulletproof glass. The two were nearly run over as Angel slammed into the two cars head on, the reinforced hood and bumper taking no damage as the police cars were knocked aside like toys.

Angel let out a cheer as she sped towards the docks, nothing able to stop them now. Spectators and police watched as the smugglers sped towards the waters. Now putting her full weight on the accelerator, Angel giggled as the car shot off the edge of the dock. But, before it could plummet into the war, the car disappeared. Miles away, a smuggler ship lay into neutral territory. The purple Rapidash GT350 reappeared onboard. Angel turned off the car and slid out of the car. Tossing her curly red hair over her shoulder, Angel walked to the trunk of her car and popped it open. Paul and several other smugglers that had been awaiting her arrival came over as well. Shouts and cheers went up at the sight. They had done it, they had successfully smuggled six Bruxish off of Ula’Ula island.