On the Run
On the Run
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By: bsmart (a.k.a. Tiek Mo
Shet)
Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal
weight. It’s a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I’m still typing.
If you’re under the legal age where ever you are don’t read this, but since
you’re going to anyways at least don’t let your mommy catch you. This fic is
very much NC-17.
is an Orange League fic. To be honest I don’t know a damn thing about pokemon
and I want to keep it that way. If I make a dumb mistake feel free to point it
out. I’ve done as much research as I can into this to keep it consistent with
what seems to be the accepted canon of the pokegirl world. Also no one that I
know of has done anything with the Orange League so I’m making it up as I go
along.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>normal\'>Chapter 1: Implosion
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>‘That’s
a lot of blood,’ he thought as he watched his father’s headless,
and handless body topple backwards onto his mothers’ bed. Of course he knew
that there was a lot of pressure in the blood vessels near the heart and that
the human body had more then a gallon of the stuff in it, still, watching these
cold facts sprayed across a room that he had many fond memories in was
something that took him aback for a moment.
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a blood stain started to spread across the comforter he took a moment to
reflect on his feelings, orher her his lack of them. ‘After all the shit that
drunk put me through and I don’t feel a damn thing now that he’s dead.’ Sighing
heavily Nikolas Kirov cleaned off his sword with a corner of the bed sheet and
reflected on the things that had led to the point of him contemplating the best
way to dispose of his father’s body.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>For
as long as he could remember his father had been a drunk, when he wasn’t
wasted, he was trying to get wasted, and barring those he was sleeping. In
retrospect it wouldn’t have been so bad, if his father had been a quiet or a
happy drunk, but he wasn’t, he was a mean, surly, violent son of a bitch who
only got worse as the proof went up. Again, he might have been able to deal
with it if his father had directed it at him, but he hadn’t, he opened fire on
the other four members of the house, the one’s who couldn’t deal with it.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
was the son of a pokewoman, a Lupina named Yerella to be exact. Normally a
pokewoman as strong and rare as a Lupina would never have been kept as a pet
but Yerella had a problem, she had a lame left leg. She hadn’t been born that
way, once she had been a strong pokegirl fighter who had been carrying her
tamer towards a League championship, until she’d been severely wounded in a
pokebattle that she soon lost. Her new owner had done nothing for her injury
besides stuff her back inside her pokeball. Even with the ball’s sustainment
her injury had gotten worse. By the time her new tamer had released her and had
taken her to a pokecenter for healing it was too late, her leg was useless for
anything besides standing. She couldn’t run, she couldn’t pivot,
her off immediately to the nearest breeder, one Azusa Misaki near Trella, where
she was spotted by the young heir to the
stopped twitching on the bed. On that day Pytr had also purchased the other
pokegirl that Nikolas had come to call mother, Lana, a Titmouse.
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to his mothers Pytr had already been a heavy drinker when he bought them; it
only got worse with time. He wasn’t abusive at first, merely indifferent, he
only truly became abusive after Yerella had undergone her second puberty,
became a pokewoman, and bore him a son, Nikolas. Four years afterwards Lana
underwent the same transformation and gave birth to a pair of twin girls,
Isabella and Edora. More so then anything these two girls brought out Pytr’s
rage, no one seemed to know theson son but it quickly became common knowledge
around the house that when Pytr had been drinking it was best for the girls to
disappear.
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Kirovs had once been a well known and respected family with a fortune that they
had maintained since before Sukebe’s madness had swept away the old world. They
had even managed to retain the fortune through the destruction of the
great, great grandfather had moved oo tho the frontier and had established a
trading post that eventually grew into the town of
and Threshold this branch of the
Pytr had managed to ruin whatever respect the family had and reduce their
fortune from millions of credits down to a few hundred thousand.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>‘And
now I’ve finished off what little respect we had left.’ Nikolas left the
bedroom and headed back towards his room, as he did he reflected
on some of his “fonder” memories of his late father.
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father beating both his mothers while his sisters cowered in a corner.
his father all night as he had watched television.
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his father suggest that for his eighteenth birthday he take one of his “Soon to
be a pokewhore” sisters out tametame her. He’d only avoided that because his
father had passed out on the way to his sisters’ room.
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it into the civil engineering program of Trella University, one of only three
such programs in the entire league, only to come home and have his father
inform him that “He didn’t give a damn how he wasted his life, so long as he
got the hell out of house when he graduated.”
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then there was his sister’s starting Threshold last week within hours of each
other, as soon as the first signs had appeared his father had exploded, hitting
anyone who got within striking distance and cursing everyone that wasn’t. He’d
been almost certain that the bastard was going to kill one of them and had
forced his father out of the house. It was four days before they saw him again
and the girls Threshold had completed, turning them into an identical pair of
Titmice, just like their mother.
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he got to his room he tossed the sword, now in it’s
scabbard, down onto his bed and he dropped inis cis chair. When he’d come home
that day the only thing he’d wanted to do was relax and do his best to forget
what a complete moron his solids professor was, instead he’d been greeted at
the gate by his smiling father. Immediately he knew something was wrong, he
just didn’t know how bad it was going to be.
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father fell into step beside him and said merrily, “Well, I got rid of those
two little rats today.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
looked at his father in abject horror, ‘No, no he couldn’t.’
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father took no notice as they walked in the front door, “I sent that howler and
the breeder off too, figured I’d trade them for something younger, a little
less worn.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>‘He
can.’
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I
would have pi som something out tonight but that bastard
home and come back in the morning to pick out some replacements as a trade. Ha!
You should have seen the look on his face when I brought those bitches back to
him, didn’t give me much for them but wha……what’s wrong with you,” he asked as
he finally notichat hat his son had stopped and was now staring at the floor.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” When his son looked back up at him he saw
nothing in the eyes of the boy.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
couldn’t believe it, after everything, after all the years of torment, just
when it seemed things couldn’t worse, the universe finds a way to kick you in
the teeth while you’re down. As he looked up at his father he felt rage
beginning to overcome him, only there was no enthusiasm with it, nothing anyone
would recognize as emotion, just a hatred that was ingrained into every part of
his psyche. “You sold my mother,” he asked slowly.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Yeah,
now forget about the bitch, tomorrow I’ll pick out another toy and if you spare
me the shit tonight I’ll get you something to play with as well.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I’ll
save you the trouble,” said Nikolas as he headed towards his room.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Whatever,”
with that his father headed towards his mothers’ former room.
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tossing his pack onto his bed Nikolas took a moment to consider his options.
Moving with quiet deliberation Nikowentwent into the main hall of the house and
removed one of the swords that hung there, one of a matched pair of daos that
had been in the family for more then a century before Sukebe had come, ‘It’s
some how fitting that I use this sword for this chore.’ While he had no formal
training in their use he doubted he would need any to dispatch one olunk.unk.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>When
he had found his father the old man had raised his right arm in a futile
attempt to ward off the blow as it fell, it proved useless and his right hand
joined his head as it fell toward the bed.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
looked over at the sword resting on his bed, ‘Still razor sharp after more then
four hundred years, definitely an heirloom. Now what do I do?’ His family had
been sold to the local pokefarm and his father’s dead body was lying in a room
across the house. The first problem was solvable rather easily, quite
illegally, but easily, it was just going to cost a lot. The second was the
troublesome one; there was virtually nothing that he could do with the body
that wouldn’t attract the attention of a police Growlie or the like. Burning
it, dissolving it, chop it ud bud burying it, any one of them would make a
smell that would bring the cops down on him. Also, he’d be at the top of the
suspect list when his fathurneurned up missing. There weren’t many people who
would care but one of the few that might would be sure to report his
disappearance. ‘Probably a bartender or something, I know I’d hate to lose that
payday,’ he sighed audibly, ‘The only way to avoid
this is to make it look like an accident, but an accidental beheading?’
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>He
sat there staring at nothing for several minutes until the answer presented
itself. ‘It’s not like I can stay here anymore anyway, there will be an
investigation regardless of what I do, I have no alibi, lots of motive, and
nothing plausible is going to accidentally sever someone’s head. Even if I did
dodge the murder rap there’s no way I could get the girls back, they won’t sell
a mother to her son or a sister to a brother. I suppose the best I can do is to
slow them down and hope for a big head start.’
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quickly Nikolas began to strip his house of anything he might find
there was a locker containing some more heirlooms of the family, keying in the
code he had found in the bottom of his late fathers sock drawer years ago the
door popped open with a hiss of escaping nitrogen. Inside were a set of weapons
last used in the closing days of Sukebe’s war. Nikolas had used one of the pair
of matching pistols before, when his late grandfather had come to the estate,
he hadn’t made use of the pulse rifle though, his
grandfather had said that was a lesson for a later date, a date that had never
come. ‘t bet be too different from using the pistols.’
He slung the rifle and the pistols in their belt over his shoulder, he raked
all the ammo boxes in the locker into a bag that had been hanging in there as
well, the final set of things into the bag were the manuals in their
hermetically sealed pouches and a cleaning kit.
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to his room he dropped the weapons and ammo onto the bed next to the sword, his
empty school bag, and a pair of duffel bags he yanked out from under the bed.
He rapidly packed up the weapons along with as many changes of clothes for him,
his mothers, and his sisters, he could cram into the duffels,
as well as his laptop. He finished things off by collecting the spare money his
father kept around the house, nearly three thousand credits, along with all the
alcohol in the house north of 120 proof.
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everything in order he left the bags in the foyer and grabbed his bike for a
trip into town. His arrival at the bank raised no suspicion, after all, he did
all of the family’s banking, his father was rarely in a state suitable for
financial management.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“How
may we help you today master
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need to make a rather sizeable withdrawal, my father has decided to buy himself
some new pokegirls and he wishes to pay in cash.”
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this fazed the Titmouse she didn’t bother to show it as she slid a withdrawal form
across the counter, “Just fill this out and we’ll get you the money.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>‘I
can’t believe it’s going to be this easy,’ he thought as he filled it out,
‘Still, I suppose I’ve run the money for the last five years so why would they
question it.’
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>When
he slid the form back across the Titmouse let out a small “Eep,” of surprise,
“This is a rather sizeable withdrawal.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Well
my father has his eyes on a pair of rather rare breeds.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Ahhh,
well here you go,” she said as she began counting bills. She kept counting for
several minutes, “Twenty four,….., twenty four
five,…….., twenty five thousand, there you go.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Thank
you, you’ve been most helpful.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Have
a good day,” she called after him.
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he unlocked his bike and began to ride of he whispered, “Twenty five out of six
hundred and fifty, it can’t be helped.”
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arrived fairly quickly at
actually call a friend lived. Antoni Stewart was a computer science major who
had been putting himself through college in a rather unorthodox manner. Nikolas
had befriended him out of necessity in a class they had together, Antoni wrote
code in his sleep and Nikolas could calculate concrete stresses in his head,
together they had made it through their modeling methods class with an A after
only showing up to about half a dozen sessions. After that the pair had
maintained a fairly close relationship, nothing most people would consider to
be best friends, but it worked.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>As
usual it was not actually Antoni who opened the door but his pet Goth, Alexa,
“Oh, it’s you,” she drawled.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I’m
not in the mood shorty, where’s Toni?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Figures,
I don’t imagine you’d be much of a lay,” Nikolas replied with a wan smile, the
sarcastic little Goth rarely let down her guard around people and Nikolas
actually enjoyed verbally sparing with her, just not now.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Wouldn’t
you like to know,” she replied with a thin smile.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Keep
back talking guests like this and I just might let him find out,” intoned
Antoni as he emerged from the bathroom.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Antoni
I need your help right now.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Well
that’s a fine how do you do,” the computer science major said.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Look,
I’m sorry, but I need you to make me some new I.D. right now.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Noticing
the slightly panicked look in his friend’s eyes, Antoni’s smirk evaporated.
“What’s the matter, somebody die?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas’
slight uneasiness at the mention of death didn’t go unnoticed, “You’re better
off not knowing.”
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Antoni sat down at his workstation he said, “Look, I’ll make this for you,
hell, I won’t even charge you for it, I just wanna know why you need it all of
a sudden.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Trust
me, you don’t wanna know.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Is
that so, well there’s nothing stopping me from talking while I work right?” Not
seeing any argument from Nikolas he went on, “Alright then, Alexa!”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I’m
right here retard, no need to shout.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Oh,
then could you get me some card blanks?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Fine,”
she muttered as she went to a closet.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Booting
up his computer Antoni asked, “Now what is it you need, exactly?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Relaxing
slightly Nikolas said, “I need a new ident card, one with a background.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Ouch,
I think you’re taking that freebie offer a little too seriously.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Come
on, you know me, I wouldn’t ask for this if I didn’t need it.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Alright,
alright,” he murmured as he called up several programs onto his screen. Alexa
came up behind him and handed him a plastic wrapped stack of blanks. “Oh,
thanks honey. Now be a love and take Nik’s picture ok?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Fine,”
she said as she picked up a camera and pointed it at her target.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“What,
no cheese?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>The
Goth gave him a disbelieving stare, “What are you, ten,” and then snapped a
picture.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“No
sense of humor.”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“We’re
not getting paid so you don’t get any of the extras,” she droned.
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>As
the picture appeared on one of his screens, Antoni said, “So, do you have a
preference for names?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Alright,
now we’ll give Mr. Seward some color,” Antoni worked rapidly, giving Nikolas’
new identity a few minor run ins with the law, nothing major, just a few
youthful indiscretions. “So, I’m guessing whatever happened it’s pretty bad
huh?” Getting no response he pressed on, “I’m betting this has something to do
with your dad.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I
suppose you could say that.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Well
then, you’re not running away, no need for a new identity for that, you’re old
enough to just leave if you wanted, and you’re planning on having to deal with
the cops, which means you probably did something illegal.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“You
talk too much.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Do
I?”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Yes,
you do,” Alexa interjected.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I’m
a stunning conversationalist, anyways, done.” As the printer started to spin up
Antoni asked, “So, need anything else?”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Actually
yeah, I need a pair tamer’s licenses, class two if you can swing it. One of the
with the Seward name the other with the same first name, last name Wingate”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Antoni
and his pokegirl stared at Nikolas for several moments, it was Antoni who spoke
first, “This is really bad isn’t it?”
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padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
”Is everyone ok?”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“No.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Antoni
was starting to look very worried, “Who’s not ok?”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“If
I tell you you’re going to have to tell the police or get in deep shit.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I
just made a fake ident card for a felon, and I’m about to hack the League and
set him up with a class two tamer’s license. We’re already way past deep shit.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Fine,
maybe this will teach you to stop asking questions, the drunk’s dead, I killed
him.” Nikolas’ deadpan delivery of the news and the look in his eyes as he said
it left little doubt as to his honesty.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Alexa
had a different response to the news, “We’re boned.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“He
sold my family to the ranch outside of town.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Izzy
and Dorie too,” asked the pokegirl.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 1in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I
don’t know what to say, I’m sorry,” said Antoni as he turned back to his
keyboard, “So I’m guessing that’s the reason for the license.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Yeah,
even with a class three pet owner license I could only buy back three of them.
I need a tamer’s license to get all four of them.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Ok,
I’ll do it, but this is gonna take a while. This ain’t like police records,
it’s not just some list file attached to your record. Everything in the damn
League computer is cross referenced all to hell and back, and I have to change
everything between continuity checks, otherwise something won’t match up and
then they’ll be on to us.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Just
how long is this gonna take?”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Figure
an hour, maybe two. Look, there’s a store down near the pokecenter. It’s where
I get everything for Alexa, go there and tell the owner that I sent you. I’ve
done some work for him so if you show him this,” Antoni handed Nikolas a simple
business card, “he should hook you up with what you
need.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Make
sure you get everything to look like a real tamer, a pokedex and all that. Some
camping supplies too,” Alexa instructed.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Yeah,
I will.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>As
the pair watched Nikolas leave Alexa said to Antoni, “After he gets those
licenses we’ll never see him again will we.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I
doubt it.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“He’s
throwing a lot away by doing this.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I
don’t think he sees it that way.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“You’re
probably right.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
found the store, right where Alexa said it would be, and just like Antoni said,
the kee keeper gave him no problem. An hour and a half later and forty five
hundred credits poorer Nikolas left the store with a pokedex, four anti-capture
collars, six pokeballs, and what he hopped were enough camping supplies to last
them for a few weeks. Hauling three backpacks back to Antoni’s wasn’t easy but
Nikolas managed it and Alexa greeted him at the door. The little Goth looked
more melancholy then usual, and Antoni wasn’t looking so cheery either.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>The
college student held up a plastic coated card and handed it to Nikolas.
“Nicholas Wingate, tamer second class. He got his license nine months ago and
did fairly well for himself. Captured himself his limit within a month and
applied for a class two license, got it first try too. Maxed
it out at an even dozen just last month. Sold off ten of them to a ranch over
near Laptown, then he got his ass in trouble, got bushwhacked by a couple of
thieves on the road here and lost all his stuff. I reckon he figures it might
be time for him to get started again.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“That
it is. This all cool?”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Oh
yeah, it’s all filed, right down to a police report of the theft.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Excellent,”
Nikolas said as he slid the license into the new pokedex and waited for it to
download. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Don’t
worry about it; I had nothing better to do.” Antoni watched as his friends
shoulders slumped, “Hey, don’t get down, you’ve still got things ya gotta do
right?”
png:0ng:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Taking
a deep breath and then releasing it Nikolas replied, “Yeah, I’ve still gotta
get everything together and get over to the ranch before it opens in the
morning. I just…I’m just tired.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Alexa
smiled and laid a hand on his forearm, “Go get some sleep, and in the morning,
go get your mothers and sisters back.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
smiled and patted the girl on the head, “Yeah, I’ll do that shorty.” Both of
them were distracted as Antoni returned to his desk to pick something up.
Turning back Nikolas placed a wad of bills in Alexa’s hand. “Here’s three
thousand, it’s all I can spare at the moment.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>The
Goth nodded her head and hid the money in her dress as Antoni returned. “I
almost forgot,” he placed a small blue card in Nikolas’ hand, “It’s a pass
card, it should minimize any trouble you have getting out of the League.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Thanks,
I just don’t know what to say.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Don’t
worry about it; just take care of your family.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“I
will,” he paused as he laid his hand on the door, “I’m gonna miss you guys.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Yeah,
we’ll miss you too.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“Maybe,”
muttered Alexa with a grin.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
gave them both his best smile and stepped out the door.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Antoni
called after him, “Hey!”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>“The
bastard had it coming.”
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Nikolas
nodded and shut the door behind him.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>The
trip home was quiet, by the time he’d left Antoni and Alexa’s it was already
getting dark, by the time he got home the stars were out in all their glory.
The first thing he did was reorganize the supplies into a different pack for
everyone, making sure that they each got all the clothes that belonged to it’s
future owner along with plenty of food and a medical kit. He kept the swords
and pulse rifle in his pack and deposited everything at the front door.
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>‘One
last thing to do before I go,’ he thought as he sat down at hi desk for one
last time, and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. Over the next hour he did
the best he could to explain to the rest of his family what he’d done. He’d
never been close to the part of his family that lived in and around Queenstown,
he’d never even seen most of them, still his sense of duty compelled him too
give them the reason he was about to drag their good name through the mud.
Hopefully they’d be able to recover the money that was left in the bank and lay
claim to the estates six hundred acres.
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stuff and retrieved several of the bottles of booze that were sitting in there
from earlier. Hefting one of them he noted with irony that it was his father’s
favorite. Walking into the bedroom he doused his father’s body with the liquor.
Making his way through the house he spread alcohol everywhere and tossed
anything flammable he could fined onto the floor. To finish the job he took out
a half dozen shallow pans and filled them with alcohol to the brim. He took
them to different points in the house and placed them in little nests made out
of crumpled up newspaper and doused in the contents of a can of paint thinner
he had found down stairs. To complete his timer’s he place a candle in each
pan, according to the label on the box they were supposed to take ten hours to
burn down, given how much of the candle was submerged in the alcohol Nikolas
figured he had about nine hours before the flames made it to the booze. ‘Should
start burning about ten tomorrow morning, gives me
about two hours to get mom and the girls and get out of here.’
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>
padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in\'>Giving
the house he had grown up in one last look around Nikolas quickly ran around
the house lighting all six candles, he scooped up all the bags in the foyer,
locked the door, and rode off into the night. The ranch was about an hours ride
away.
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Author’s
Notes (a.k.a. My
feeble attempt to explain away how much this sucked.) V1 Beta
1) With this story I’m
trying to avoid the love at first sight with a good hearted tamer cliché that
seems to be fairly common. I’m shooting for it mostly being a combination of a
business arrangement and responsibility at first. I’m also trying to deal with
some of the darker possibilities of the pokegirl wo Nik Nikolas won’t be the
perp, I couldn’t keep writing the story if he was, but he and the girls will
run into the nasty underbelly of the Orange League from time to time.
2) Is Nikolas’ harem to
I crafted evolved pokegirls are more common and let’s be honest, most stories
aren’t about average Joes, they’re about people with something special about
them.
3) All Nikolas’ girls, save
his family, are from either an anime, manga, or there exists a picture of them
somewhere. While I used their appearances and personalities I ditched any of
their background that wouldn’t easily fit into their roles as pokegirls. If you
don’t recognize a girl, shoot me an e-mail and I can provide more info and a
pic.
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