Cyndadile's Topaz Adventures

[Cyndadile]

Six or seven hours later than usual... I almost forgot about the whole Sunday Release thing.
I typed this story on my old computer, then rewrote it on GLaDOS. About halfway through the rewrite, I realized that I was trying to cram too much into one story, so I split it up into two and a half stories and delayed a major plot element until later. Now I need to find a way to fit in that plot element and get Tony back to Abaddon Swamp in time for Part 20.
All in all, I think this episode turned out pretty well. If anyone has advice, particularly when it comes to action scenes (it's hard to write battles for several Pokemon and people at the same time), it would be really appreciated. Also, if there's anything about the stories you particularly like or dislike, it's really important for me to know that too. (Cyn, I really like the way you nicknamed the giant Rocket dude.||What kind of lame description is "giant gun"?)

Part 10: Nowhere to Run

****How stupid do you have to be to tick off the police and two criminal organizations at the same time? I reflected on this question as the Rockets tied me up and threw me into a helicopter.
****I heard the steady whirring of the blades as the chopper took off. My captors had captured and blindfolded me in broad daylight, and no one bothered to help me.
****By the time the helicopter landed, I had lost track of time. Someone threw me out of the helicopter and forced me down a set of stairs. Do you know how hard it is to go down stairs with your arms tied behind your back? I had no way to keep my balance, so my captors basically had to carry me down the stairs.
****They tied me to a chair and left me there.
****It must have been several hours before they returned and removed my blindfold.
****“Where is the egg?” asked one of the Rockets. He was a large man dressed in black clothes and a black ski mask, which would be intimidating enough, and he was carrying a giant gun to complete the image. There was a second man, similarly dressed, but he was much thinner. We were in a room made of grey brick with cement floors, and the only decorations were a plain wooden table, the chair I was sitting on, and a light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
****“What egg?” I asked politely.
****“You know what egg. The gold one you stole from us.”
****“Oh, right. That egg.” I considered it for a moment, and decided that I had no reason to tell him who I gave it to. I didn’t want Meredith to get hurt. I didn’t want me to get hurt either, but I figured Meredith had a higher chance of getting away unharmed.
****“I have no idea where it is,” I said truthfully. “It could be all the way to Hoenn by now.” Of course, I doubted that Meredith had any interest in going to Hoenn, but it was possible.
****“We shouldn’t have brought him here,” said the second man. I focused on him when I heard his voice. “If he didn’t have the egg with him, he must have lost it or something. Jerry should have just left him back in Roothaven.” I squinted, trying to make out the man’s features through the mask. Large nose, squeaky voice… It was unmistakable.
****“He knows more than he’s telling us. He probably hid it somewhere,” the larger Rocket said.
****“Oh, ‘ello, ‘Enry!” I said in a bright voice.
****“Tony,” he said coldly.
****“G’day to you, too! I didn’t know you knew my name,” I said in the same cheery voice.
****He held up my Trainer ID in response. “Well, it’s nice seeing you again,” I said, my tone returning to normal. “I mean, it’s nice to not have to beat you up for once.”
****“What’s he talking about?” asked the Godzilla of Rocket members.
****“He’s the one who stopped me from catching Celsinge and taking over Willow’s ship,” Henry admitted.
****“This kid?” asked Rocketzilla. “You said it was a huge dude with six huge Pokémon. This kid only had three puny ones!” Three? I have four! I didn’t bother mentioning this because I didn’t want their attention back on me. I needed them to keep talking for just a few more seconds…
****“Hey, don’t underestimate him,” Henry warned as my fingernails cut through the last strands of the rope binding me to the chair. They really should have used handcuffs. Or at least a thicker rope. Maybe I should file a complaint or something.
****“He doesn’t have any Pokémon now. He’ll be easy to deal with.” As Rocketzilla turned back to me, I stood up and swung the chair into his face.
****As the larger Rocket swore profusely, Henry flinched in surprise and I hopped for the door, my legs still tied together. I knew it had to be somewhere behind me, since I hadn’t seen it from my seat. I wasn’t very fast, but Rocketzilla was distracted by his broken nose and I knew from experience that Henry had a poor reaction time.
****I had just about reached the door when Henry finally released a Pokémon. He went with Gyrados. I mean, I may not have been brilliant lately, but what kind of moron releases a freaking Gyrados in an enclosed space? Henry was more likely to suffocate on the dragon’s scales than take me out.
****I was reaching for the doorknob when the door shattered in. An Orion Defender was stepping through the doorway, but he backpedaled the second he saw the water dragon filling the room. Without a whole lot of options, I followed him in.
****The room was filled with Orion Defenders. Several of them were huddled around a table, and the others were watching the room’s entrances or preparing to take our Henry’s Gyrados. One of them approached me with a knife and cut the ropes binding my legs together. On the table were three pokéballs and Meredith’s bag.
****“Hey, kid,” said one of the Orions who was rooting through the bag. “These your Pokémon? Echoise, Celsinge, and Lupine?” I nodded. He tossed them to me.
****Why were these people being so nice? They were criminals, they had seen me take the egg, and yet here they were, breaking into the Rockets’ hideout and returning my Poémon to me.
****“Did you find a Koffing here?” I asked.
****“Kid, we’re in a Rocket base. There are Koffing everywhere.” A few of the Orions laughed. “But no, there wasn’t one here. Did you lose one?” I nodded. Koffing may not like me, but I didn’t want Team Rocket to get their hands on him. “We’ll let you know if we find it. For now, you need to get out of here.” He motioned to a few of his comrades, and they came forward. “These guys will escort you out, to our base here in Kalypso City.”
****“Can I have that bag back?” I asked, pointing to the brown bag on the table.
****“This is your bag?” He lifted a set of women’s underwear out of the bag. “I didn’t take you for that type…”
****“It’s a friend’s,” I explained.
****“Alright,” he said, tossing me the bag. “Now, get him outta here,” he said to the Orions he called before. Two of the Defenders lead the way out of the room, while another two followed behind me. We went down a dark hallway.
****“Hold on,” whispered one of the Orions after a moment. “Do you hear that?” I listened for a few seconds, then heard a low rumbling. “Stay here,” the Orion said. The four of them crept forward and looked around the corner, pokéballs in hand.
****Then the Onix broke through the wall.
****The ceiling collapsed as Onix ruined the building’s structural integrity. The daylight streamed in as I was surrounded by half a ton of giant rock snake. The Onix had curled itself in a circle around me, preventing me from escaping.
****I wasn’t the only one in Onix’s ring. The Orions were stuck outside, but a dozen or so Rockets were standing in front of me. One of them stepped forward.
****“You’ve got a lot of nerve, pulling a stunt like that,” he informed me. It was Rocketzilla, his nose puffy and red from being broken by the chair, his giant gun pointed directly at my chest. I was willing to bet that he didn’t bother switching the safety off.
****“I’d like to just get rid of you right now, but Boss thinks you’re too valuable for beating up Henry so much. So here’s the deal. You’ve got nowhere to run. So either you come with us…” he pulled a shiny new Rocket badge out of his pocket, “or we’ll need to mop up your blood. Got it?”
****Of course I got it. I had to choose to become a criminal or a corpse.

How Onix-pected!