Originally Posted by Triple D
I really enjoyed the prologue and I hope you finish this. I believe its a very good idea, and I'm looking forward to reading more of it. Good Luck!
(-o-) Triple D (-o-)
I wrote chapter one last night. And half of chapter two too, actually, because I couldn't save the game until I had access to the Phenac City Pokémon Center. x_X; I was up writing until six AM. Don't ask me why I didn't just stop sometime in the middle and play quickly through it again before starting to write the rest. I'm weird.
Wes stopped the motorbike beside the gas pump, jumping off it. He looked quickly around, but saw nothing living – only the dryness of the desert, a deserted green hovertruck, and the old, rusty locomotive that was the bar and restaurant. It looked oddly out of place in the middle of a desert with no train tracks to be seen.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He liked to think it was just the heat, but he couldn’t deny to himself that he had been nervous. Maybe. A little bit. But now the organization that had brainwashed him as a kid had been brought to its knees. It deserved a sigh of relief. And sigh he did.
Wes petted his two Pokémon. “You did a good job, both of you.” He inhaled deeply and, after a short pause, petted the motorbike too. “You too,” he added with a smile as he opened the fuel tank. He had gotten the bike from Gonzap a year ago or so – Wes had actually suspected the old guy of favoritism for a while, not that he was complaining. Later he had built a better engine for the bike and attached it to the front of it, in addition to putting an additional seat with a hover-motor on the side for Nai and Vi. Now he loved to drive it around just for the heck of it, going above all speed limits of the more populated regions and making tracks in the sand.
After filling the tank, he looked at the small Snag Machine. He thought for a moment, but then fit one of the curved black plates on his left shoulder and wrapped the orange wires around his arm, letting the other plate cover his hand. He had often put it on before, but always temporarily; he wasn’t sure what he was planning to do with his life now, but he had a feeling he might have to do some more snagging, no matter how much he disliked the concept.
“Stay here, I won’t be long,” he said to his Pokémon before walking towards the bridge leading into the locomotive. He eyed the truck, thinking that it was rather rude of whoever owned it to park it right in front of the entrance like that, but only then noticed the large brown sack lying on the platform in the back of the truck.
“Funny,” he thought to himself, “it’s like it’s squirming.”
Wes hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should do something, but came to the conclusion that it was most likely none of his business, and if it was a case of anything illegal, he would be best off trying to keep away from it anyway, considering the police would not be too fond of him either if they found out who he was.
He stepped up to the bridge, only to have two men exit the locomotive and push him aside. One of them had yellow hair, most likely dyed, with a touch of bright orange that Wes found to be very tacky; the other was most likely a natural blonde, but had a blue hat in a shape vaguely reminiscent of Mickey Mouse ears, which was technically also tacky. Both wore shades that shielded their eyes.
“I love chowing down after a job… it adds to the flavor, I swear,” the dyed one was saying.
“Yeah, and we bagged ourselves a great big catch, too,” the other replied with a smirk, getting to the other side of the truck and opening the door. “Boss’ll be sure to fix us up good with big rewards, too. Doesn’t get any better than this!”
The two men started the engine and drove off. Wes stared after them and racked his brain, but couldn’t remember them from Team Snagem, despite that they sounded like some of his former colleagues. He shrugged and walked into the locomotive.
As Wes had also thought the first time he entered it, the owner had done a darn good job making it cozy. In the dry wasteland that was Orre, a place like this was a warm welcome; it would never seem empty or quiet thanks to the moving gears and comfortable hum of machinery that Wes loved. A radiator on the side of the room constantly changed colors between red and green, signifying that it was on despite not technically being needed to heat up the room. A man in a pink sweater sat on a stool by the bar; behind it was a tall bearded man with messy, reddish brown hair and a camouflage hat, wearing a white shirt. Both of them were intently watching the television screen on the wall just ahead.
“Hey,” Wes greeted, sitting down at another bar stool. The bartender turned quickly around and hushed him as the man by the bar leant to the side too see the TV screen better. Figuring there was clearly something extremely interesting on TV, he looked at it, and his attention was instantly caught not by the news woman in the foreground, but by the flickering image in the background of the smoking Snagem base.
“…Authorities have made a stunning announcement on the mysterious building that exploded in Eclo Canyon,” the woman recited. “It was Team Snagem’s hideout! Team Snagem is a gang of Pokémon abductors who have already been marked for arrest. The hideout was discovered only as a result of the explosion. By the time police arrived, the ruined building had already been abandoned. The cause of the explosion is under investigation. It should become apparent eventually.” She looked towards the camera and cleared her throat as the image in the background was replaced by that of a cheerful-looking, bearded old man. “In other news, the Mayor of Phenac City…”
Wes looked off the screen. “Already marked for arrest”… It was a good thing he had not been in this part of Orre while he was still a Snagem member.
He eyed the three people sitting on the green seats by the restaurant tables. The near table was being used by a couple, most likely husband and wife, while a teenager with bushy, pink hair sat at the far table and had apparently finished eating. He was looking with interest at Wes.
“There’s no forgiving that Team Snagem,” Wes heard the woman from the near table tell her husband, and he remembered having seen her there before. “They don’t deserve it, not when they steal Pokémon from trainers! Why, I’d cheer if they turned out to have been wiped out with their wrecked hideout!”
Wes looked away. Some of Team Snagem hadn’t really been that bad. He had talked to most of the members, and while some were just dim-witted thugs, others were fairly nice people. Sure, none of them had ever gotten fed up and decided to leave the organization like he had, either not really finding anything wrong with snagging or simply being too afraid that they’d come crawling back to Gonzap after a week anyway, but he wouldn’t wish death on any of them – not even on Gonzap himself. That was why he had made sure they were all out of the building before setting the bomb off.
He sighed and turned to the bartender. “How much for the fuel?” he muttered.
“1000 Pokédollars,” the man answered. Wes quickly handed him a few bills and walked back outside.
“Yo, wait!” he suddenly heard a voice shout behind him. He turned around to see the pink-haired boy.
“What?” he asked, his immediate thought being that the kid had been one of those he had stolen Pokémon from in other places and had recognized him.
“Hey, my name’s Willie,” the teen said brightly as he came up to Wes’s side. “After I got a good look at you, well, I got this urge to battle you. It’s like I’m compelled to.”
Wes raised an eyebrow. “Eh…”
“See, any way I look at it, it’s obvious that you’re no ordinary Joe,” Willie continued excitedly. “So, what do you say? Let’s you and me have a quick battle!”
“Er…” Wes started, “well…”
He thought a bit. At least the kid didn’t recognize him, so that was a relief. Wouldn’t it be rude to deny? And after all, perhaps Nai and Vi needed a bit of practice. He could never know.
“All right,” he finally said. Willie’s smile widened.
“That’s the spirit!” the teen said. “All right, all right. Over here, this way!”
Wes followed, still in slight doubt. Willie turned to be opposite him once they were a couple of meters away from the train. “Yeeeeeeaaah!” he yelled. “I’m burning now! I’m on fire! It’s full-throttle time! Vroom, let’s roooooll!”
Deciding that Willie was a bit hyperactive, Wes just shrugged and stepped back as the pink-haired kid threw out two red and white spheres that burst open to reveal two flashes of red light that formed into cute white and brown raccoons with very bushy fur.