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A Short Story- pt. 1
This is a neo-noir short story set in the pokemon universe. I already wrote this once…but I lost it, so this is a rewrite. I must say, it isn’t nearly as good as the original. EDIT: I cannot stress that enough, the original was much better now that I've written the entire thing.A Short Story- pt. 1
Setup: Since this is just a short story, I won’t do a prologue since it would be about half the length of the whole thing. This is the story of former Officer Bryce Barrett and a twisted killer named Blake West. Blake “The Pyro” West was one of the most infamous killers in Kanto history. They brought Barrett in and he was the only one who was able to take him down. Blake West specialized in using strong pokemon to kill his victims, often times burning them beyond recognition.
West was imprisoned, and shortly after, Officer Barrett was stripped of all honors and given dishonorable discharge for unethical treatment of a convict. The man had murdered a family, and Barrett had taken things into his own hands, breaking the man’s legs so that now he is permanently crippled. Bryce now lives alone in his home, and is an alcoholic, a shadow of his former self.
Three years after West was put in jail, he was broken out by some of his friends. This is the story of how Bryce must take the man who he devoted his life to catching, down again.
Part 1/3: A Bit of Bad News
12:16 PM,
Barrett woke up around noon as usual, he didn’t care when he got up since punctuality wasn’t important anymore. An old record droned on in the other room. He arose from his bed, his joints crackling, but the alcohol numbed any pain that might have been there.
Besides Kingdra, Barrett lived alone. “Live” is such a glorified term for it though. He is alive, but isn’t living, merely existing. Hell, the only person that even knows he’s still around is the man who owns the liquor store, and even he only saw him once or twice a month.
He opened his back door and walked into his yard. He released his Kingdra from her pokeball into the small, very murky pond that was in his yard. The Kingdra was beautiful, so graceful under water. She had a scar that ran from her left eye down to her snout, a permanent reminder of the final battle he had had with West.
He returned to his house and opened the fridge. He grabbed the first bottle his hand met and took it to the couch. As he opened it, he turned the TV on to watch the news. He sat there and listened, not paying attention, as the weather went by, then a few commercials, but the top stories were what caught his attention.
“We urge everyone on Kanto’s southern coast to remain indoors at this time. The prisoner has been gone for an estimated two and a half hours, giving him plenty of time to reach the mainland. West is considered extremely dangerous; do not attempt to apprehend him.”
“What the fuck?” Bryce thought he had heard wrong.
“A reminder to viewers just tuning in; Fugitive Blake West has broken out of his prison cell in the sea south of Kanto and remains at large, presumably heading toward the mainland. A nationwide curfew has been put into effect; all citizens are to be inside at 8:00 PM.”
Barrett stopped listening at this. “No…Fuck no. No way in hell that psycho bastard is out.” He decided he was drunk, but then turned to see the television showing pictures of the prison. The side was riddled with dings and holes, and a major hole, probably caused by an explosion of some kind, was near the base of the castle-like structure.
Barrett sat back down, not knowing how to react to this. “The man I made my life’s work to catch, the bane of my existence, is out? I spent 4 goddamn years of my life trying to catch his sick ass, and now he’s out again? “Barrett sat with his head in his hands, horrified by what he just found out.
“The Authorities are doing all that they can-“the anchor said.
At this, Bryce laughed. The ‘authorities’ couldn’t do a damn thing about West. He was a madman yes, but still a genius nonetheless. Barrett was the best and he had evaded him for four years. These modern, soft cops don’t know how to deal with
Bryce knew that he was the only one who could do anything about West. What could he do though? He was old now, not to mention all the years the alcohol had added. West was still a young man. The Elite 4 and the Champion couldn’t be expected to do anything, they were too busy sitting on their spotless thrones, fighting trainers all day, squandering their talent on something so trivial.
Bryce, still upset and not knowing what to do, walked back outside and returned Kingdra to her ball. He looked at the empty whiskey bottle in his hand for a second, and then threw it at a nearby tree, shattering it into thousands of tiny shards.
“Fuck it. How did they repay me when I saved their sorry asses the first time? They stripped me of my honors and shut me away in a hole. Whatever, they can manage on their own this time.” He angrily walked back toward his house, looking around now for something else to drink. “Let the fucking world burn.”
Part 2/3 coming soon!
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