Wes strolled the empty streets of Pallet down, walking along a sidewalk that passed a few small stores and an arcade. Pallet down had certainly started to grow, from what he'd been told. There were rumors that the town was once barely a speck on the map. Wes cared little of the history, more focused on what the future had in store. HIS future. He began to wonder if it was a mistake to come in the first place. Then again, it wasn't like he really had many other places to go.
He carelessly kicked a can, having a streetlight shining over him. It flew off into the distance, hitting into the side of a movie rental place. He glanced at it, seeing VHS tapes displayed in the windows. He couldn't help but laugh. Seriously? Still with VHS? For a world that was so technologically advanced, they sure needed to get with the times. His laughter faded off into the night.
His thoughts wandered, thinking about his plans for this new place. Maybe he'd focus on making connections. Maybe do some odd jobs. Or maybe be a pokemon trainer full time. That thought stopped him in his tracks, halting where he was. He was halfway across a small bridge that passed over a water drainage canal below. He reached inside his pocket, pulling out the pokeball that professor Oak had given to him. He stared at it, wishing he had at least gotten SOMETHING.
"Fuck it," Wes sighed.
Resting his hands on the railing, he lowered his head, staring down at the little water that was ticking by.
"hhhhhHHMMMM!"
"Sssssh! Shut up, you stupid bitch!"
Wes quickly looked around him, hearing what he thought sounded like someone in distress. He'd been around that kind of life long enough to know when something wasn't right. No matter which direction he looked in, he saw nothing.
"Heh heh, yeah, that's right," he heard a male voice chuckle. "Don't fight it."
Not good. NOT good. Wes finally realized that the voices were in fact coming from UNDER him. He looked over the railing, seeing there was a walk path on the side of the water drainage. He reached behind him, pulling out his gun. He quickly made his way to the end of the bridge, taking a turn and carelessly jumping over the railing.
Wes landed on his side, sliding down the sloped that led down to the water drainage. He slowly slid down, gun still in hand, finally reaching the walk path and getting on his feet. It was dark enough for him to remain hidden, with his dark clothes aiding him in keeping hidden. He had his silver 9mm lowered, trying not to have it give his position away.
In the darkness under the bridge, he saw a large figure pushing someone up against the wall underneath the bridge. It was hard to see the other person, with only the man being seen. He saw the man's teeth bare, showing a white toothed smile. His clothes looked dirty, having mud caked on the lower part of his jeans, wearing a torn tank top, being what looked like what used to be a white color. Used to. Sweat stains had changed the color to a nasty yellow. Wes heard him chuckle again.
"You ready for the time of your life, baby?" he asked, reaching for the belt of his jeans. Whoever he had pinned against the wall let out a cry, but was muffled by his large hand over their mouth. The man started to undo his belt. Wes wasn't about to let this go any further. He flicked the safety off, fully pulling the hammer of his gun back.
Wes moved out from the darkness, slowly stepping in the direction of the man, having his gun raised and held with both hands.
"You may want to reconsider that," Wes told him calmly. The dirty man's neck snapped in Wes' direction, quickly pulling something from his belt and raising it. He moved the figure he had captive in front of him, using them as a human shield, putting what was a large hunting knife up to their throat. Wes saw that it was a woman. Not a human; an anthro Pokemon.
She stood a little over five feet tall, covered in a dark fur. She had red eyes, with tears in them. She was completely shaken, looking so hopeless. She was completely naked. Her tail was frayed and she was visibly shaking. The dirty man held the knife to her throat, with Wes calmly standing there before him, gun pointed in their direction.
"You best walk away, boy," the man sternly told him, having his eyes ablaze and his grip tighten around the handle of his knife. Wes was unphased, not having moved a single inch.
"Put down the knife," Wes calmly told him. The man looked at him like he was crazy.
"You deaf, boy? Get the fuck out of here! This ain't none of your concern."
Wes took a step forward, with the man putting the knife closer to the female pokemon's neck, whatever it was. Wes quickly stopped the moment he saw her wince. He took a step back, showing he understood.
"Let's take this slow," he told him. "Let's talk about this."
The man was starting to get angrier.
"We ain't got nothing to talk about!" he yelled. Wes had the gun pointed in the direction of his head. He knew he could make the shot, but didn't want to be rash.
"I'm not leaving," Wes told him sternly. "If you don't let go of her, I WILL shoot. And I don't miss."
The man with the knife stared at the gun in his hand, getting a little fidgety. He looked back at Wes, eying him down.
"You're that good of a shot, huh?" The dirty man said, suddenly removing the knife the pokemon's throat, shoving her forward. She went flying towards Wes, with him catching her. He caught his balance, having her held with one arm. He looked up just in time to see the man running at him with his knife. With stunning reflexes, Wes aimed his pistol at the man's chest.
He pulled the trigger, with the pokemon he held folding her dog-like ears back from how loud it was. She had her face buried in his chest, with Wes staring at the man he had just shot, lying on his back with blood beginning to pool beneath him. Wes frowned, with the female pokemon slowly starting to turn her head, as if to see it her prior capture was still going to hurt her. Wes quickly put his hand on the side of her face, making her look back towards him.
"No, no, no," he told her, doing his best to shield her from the terrible sight. "Don't look, okay? Are you alright?"
The female pokemon looked up at Wes, with tears streaming down her face. She suddenly burst into tears, crying hysterically. He clung onto Wes for dear life. With his gun still smoking in his other hand, Wes reached into his pocket as she cried, pulling out his cell phone. Not sure if the phone number was universal in....well, that universe, he pressed 0. He placed it up to his ear, letting it ring.
"Hello?" Wes said still calm, with the pokemon he now held sobbing helplessly still. "I need the police."
