Blood\'s Desire
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Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,563
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Pokemon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Empty Grave
Chapter Two: Empty Grave
“Steinberg said it was right here.” The grad student stuck his shovel in the earth. “See… the marker says, subject #062 Maxwell Norman Innate, 8 year old male suicide victim, Buried 2004.”
“All right… I suppose we should start digging then. And stop reading everything on every sign you see! It\'s annoying!”
The two graduate students of Mauville City School of Forensic Sciences began to dig for the remains of their study subject. The cadaver had been buried five years ago, after the mother decided to donate her son\'s body to science. Well, it was lucky for Mr.\'s Leavy and Kawanaki because they were hoping to study the effect of decomposition on a younger subject for their doctoral thesis. All the other cadavers on the site were well into their sixties and seventies. A subject so young was a rare treat indeed!
“Struck anything yet Leavy?”
“Nah… you?”
“Nope…”
After over an hour of careful digging, so as not to damage the remains or brake any bones, the two partners looked at each other a bit surprised.
“Why isn\'t he here?”
“I don\'t know… do you think one of the other guys took him out already, and forgot to take the marker?” Kawanaki looked around the site. The school only owned an acre of land, and on that land over one hundred bodies were buried a maximum of three feet under the ground. The forensics department chairperson, Professor Steinberg Ph.D. MD, and a whole lot of other “D\'s”, said that he wanted some exposed to the sun… “after all I do enjoy the look of pretty bleached bones!” Steinberg happened to be a “jewrican” as he liked to call it, a Puerto Rican with a Jewish father… Steinberg himself was as flamingly homosexual as gay Hispanic men come.
“But Steinberg said we would get #062! We\'ve been waiting five years for this! How are we supposed to defend our dissertations without any evidence?” Leavy whined… as he stabbed the pile of dirt with his shovel. “If I find out it was… oooo… that, that… bitch Monroe!”
“Dude… chill. First of all, Monroe isn\'t even in the same year as us, secondly, this is her second semester which means no field work, and finally for the crème de la crème… we\'re Steinberg\'s favorite pupils!” Kawanaki patted his colleague on the back. “Come on man, do you know anyone else he lends his Rolls to?”
Leavy straightened and brushed the dirt off his lab coat with a smile.
“I guess you\'re right… perhaps they mislabeled the site, maybe 062 is somewhere else. You know, like near 061 and 063! Besides… Monroe is a pussy… she\'d be too scared to dig up anything rotten!”
His best friend seemed to think it over a few moments, during which, drops of rain began to fall from the bleak pale gray sky. Spring in Mauville City sure was gloomy.
“Well, regardless, we have to get inside now… I hate it when the bones start poking out through the mud… damned Steinberg and his “pretty bleached bones”…”
Picking up their equipment, the two graduate students trekked back through the forest to the campus. Once on solid ground they were able to run to their laboratory as the dense April showers picked up. When Kawanaki and Leavy came into the doctoral lab, they came face to face with a rather upset looking Steinberg.
“Um… Professor?”
“Yeah?” He turned from the window.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, no…” He brushed them dramatically away with a slender and feminine heavily ringed hand. “Well… it\'s just that…” He sighed, wrapping his blazer around his tight satin turtleneck as if he was chilled. “All my pretty bleached bones… I don\'t want them to get all muddy…” The middle-aged man took a handkerchief from out of his lapel and carefully dabbed at his eyes. “That awful weatherman on Hoenn 9, said that there was to be quite the pour down over the next week or so… I\'m just… well you know how I get boys.”
“Yes Professor.” Leavy nodded.
“Now…” Steinberg looked them over and stood up from his stool by the window. “Wait… something is missing… Where is subject 062?”
“Well when we went to marker 062 we dug up nothing but dirt so we came back to check whether or not Mon… I mean another student accidentally withdrew Max…”
“Never say their names! How many fucking times do I have to tell you!” Steinberg slapped his forehead and began to pace around the room. “No names… numbers… no names… numbers.” He stopped abruptly. “Why did you begin to mention Miss Monroe\'s name?”
“She\'s living Professor.” Kawanaki offered quite seriously.
“Right yes I know that… Miss Monroe… ah yes the little puta.” He strutted briskly back to his stool by the window and sat down. “062… yes, um… no one was given permission except for you two gentleman to remove the cadaver. As for not being in it\'s place… hmm… did you check near 061 and 063?”
“Well, it began to rain sir.” Leavy sat down in another stool by an examination table.
“Did I tell you to fucking sit? Shit the rain! My car!” The Professor stood hastily knocking his stool to the ground and swished stealthily to the door and abruptly stopped. “Miss. Monroe… yes… she\'s on field work today… yes, and I didn\'t bring that fucking convertible! Yes fieldwork right here in Mauville City… damned Mercedes; Mrs. Chatter\'s house… the fucking rich old bitch… I want a Japanese car, no sunroof… I don\'t want my bones to get bleached!”
Eccentric? Oh Professor Steinberg was far from eccentric. He was in an entire different classification system all to himself. The only way to describe him was… Steinberg. The expression “steinbergisms” was a favorite to all new students who worked with the odd forensics professor. They said he had lost too many brain cells from inhaling too much formaldehyde back in his pre doctorate days at Lavender Town Mortuary School (Become a certified mortician in just under six months!). Nonetheless the money he made being a mortician was absolutely no joke, and he had the cars, houses and… men to prove it.
“Monroe is doing field work! How the fuck?”
“Mira cabrone! No fucking curse words! Do you understand me you piece of shit white boy!” Steinberg screeched.
“I\'m sorry Professor.” Leavy murmured quietly, with his head cast shamefully down. No one was allowed to curse except for Steinberg.
“You better fucking be.” He walked back to the stool by the window, picked it back up and perched on the edge of it. “Now then, Kawanaki bring me my record book and I\'ll see if anyone has accidentally dug up your research subject. And if I find out that some one did, well the fucking son of a fucking bitch ass whore will pay! They will be expelled immediately.”
“Don\'t you think that\'s a bit harsh Professor?” Kawanaki raised an eyebrow in question.
“What the fuck do you know you stupid piece of shit Japanese bastard!”
The arguments seemed to go on like that for quite a few minutes before Kawanaki finally decided to just leave and get the record book. He scanned the pages as he walked back to the laboratory… no one had taken #062.
“No one?”
“No one.”
“Aye Dios Mio! This… I buried him myself! How… UGH!” Steinberg began to rip hair out of his head as he once again paced around the room.
“Um… Professor… I… well this may seem farfetched and stupid… and most likely utterly impossible…”
“Get to the point jack ass!”
Leavy continued.
“Perhaps… perhaps a Pokémon ate him.”
That was enough to get the crazed Professor to stop and nearly piss his pants.
“You actually think a Pokémon would eat a rotting corpse?” He managed to get out before he literally fell on the floor laughing his head off.
“Well yeah, a really hungry scavenger would.”
Steinberg\'s hysterics did not cease.
“Or maybe…” Kawanaki rubbed his chin. “His body fully decomposed, leaving no remains what so ever. Perhaps certain enzymes and minerals present in the soil lead to a complete decomposition.”
“Smart ass…” Leavy mumbled under his breath, yet their Professor had still not stopped laughing. “I still say a Pokémon ate him.”
“Professor!”
“Ahh!” Steinberg came to complete halt, and underneath him was a puddle of urine. “I pissed my pants… holy son of a Shuppet I pissed my pants.”
“Um…”
“Class dismissed. I\'ll… I can\'t believe I pissed my pants! I\'ll call you tomorrow… I pissed my pants…”
Without another word Kawanaki and Leavy left… feeling quite confused.
~* )) O (( *~
“Dad! I\'m home from school!”
“Hey honey, good day?”
“Yeah awesome as usual! We won another match!”
“That\'s great!”
“Thanks dad, I scored four points all by myself too!” May exclaimed and hugged her father tightly. She noticed someone else was in the room, she recognized him as one of her dad\'s really good friends. He was a gym leader and they had met at the Gym Leaders Conference in the Orange Islands about two years ago.
“Yep, so May, you remember Brawley, he came to visit last month.”
May nodded her head and shook her dad\'s friend\'s hand, she happened to like Brawly he had really cool Pokémon.
“Hey May, I\'m totally glad to see that you\'re doing good.” He gave her a little squeeze.
“Thanks. You\'re not looking too bad yourself.”
“Yeah… I\'ve well…”
“Maybe we should tell her now Brawly.”
The two men smiled at each other and nodded. They looked really excited about whatever it was, so May automatically welcomed the good news.
“Let\'s go into the living room.” She suggested. “I need to sit down, the volley ball game was really tiring!”
“Good idea.” Norman led the two into the living room to sit down and talk. “So May… you know that, lately I\'ve been spending more and more time with Brawly, he\'s really becoming a close friend.”
“Yeah dad, I know, and I\'m glad, you need more good friends like Brawly.”
“Well dudette.” Brawly continued. “Me and your dad have actually become more than just friends. We\'re… well, we\'ve…”
“We\'ve been dating for quite some time now. And well, we decided to make it more official, so… we\'re getting married!”
May glanced from one to the other in disbelief; she certainly wasn\'t prepared for that news.
“Wow…” She wiped a tear from her eye, looking back at her father and his boyfriend she smiled broadly. “So we can all be a real family?”
“Yes honey, that\'s what we want to do.”
May threw herself into her father\'s and Brawly\'s arms. This was unbelievable. She had wished countless nights that her father would find someone nice and settle down, she was sick of him always looking so lonely. She had been so happy when he began to spend more of his time with the other Gym Leader. She didn\'t care that her father was homosexual, none of that mattered, she was going to be part of a real loving and caring family!
~* )) O (( *~
“So…”
“So what?” Sabrina blinked her eyes.
“So doll, you single?” Vince asked as he moved closer to the young woman.
“Excuse me.” She stood up abruptly. “I believe that we have more important matters to discuss.”
“Vince leave her alone. We have a case to investigate, so lay off the small talk.” Julia nudged Sabrina down with a caressing hand on her shoulder causing the psychic to shudder. “Now, from the autopsy that I was able to perform, I have found that the baby was actually not born of a full term pregnancy. Suggesting that, it was either a miscarriage or a hasty abortion.”
“So… I was right, it\'s just another new born in a trash can?”
“No. The markings on the bones are still evidence.”
“So you\'ve said… but we have no fingerprints, no hair, no DNA, no nothing except that damned dead thing you insist on calling a baby.”
“Well yes, we have a six month old fetus who was severely mutilated in Mrs. Chatter\'s back yard!” Julia kicked the bottom of Vince\'s chair with her steal-toed boot. “It was a baby girl, from what I could tell at least, and do you know that most of her blood was drained from her as well?
“Oh Christ! So who are we fucking with now? Count Dracula and his vampire cronies?”
“Shut up!” Sabrina shouted, shattering several glasses of water and a large pitcher in the process with her telekinesis. “This is serious, do you understand Detective? We are dealing with a force much more powerful than humans.”
“Who? God? Oh no, no, let me guess, some bull shit Legendary?”
Sabrina turned to look out of the office door, where Officer Jenny was yelling at some other officers. She sighed, always knowing most of the truth was a tough gig indeed. Resting her eyes back on Vince, she nodded.
“You can\'t be fucking serious.” He hit the table with both hands palms down. “No fucking way… you must be joking right? Some bull shit psychic joke, you know messing with the detective?”
“It\'s not one legendary… it\'s all of them.”
~* (( O )) *~
“Hey Mist, aren\'t you ready yet, we were supposed to be at the boutique an hour ago!” Ash climbed the stairs, dragging his feet in the process, he was sick of waiting. What one Earth was taking that girl so long! “Hey Misty…” He knocked on his bedroom door. God, since when had he ever needed to knock on his own door? “Misty?”
“In here Ash…” The red head opened the door to the bathroom. She was still in her pajama\'s and the poor girl looked relatively ill.
“You ok?” He took her in his arms and rubbed her back. “What\'s wrong?”
“I keep throwing up, I have a really high fever and…” She buried her face into Ash\'s chest and whispered. “It feels like I have… well you know.”
Ash cringed; he didn\'t need the word diarrhea mentioned.
“It\'s ok… let\'s get you back in bed ok? I\'ll have Brock come up and look at you.”
The young woman nodded and clutching her stomach with one hand and her head with the other she walked slowly toward the bedroom with the help of her fiancée. After getting her tucked under the covers, Ash brought Brock upstairs for a diagnosis; the man wasn\'t a Pokémon Breeder and Doctor for nothing you know. Of course, he specialized in Pokémon, but he knew a thing or two about human ailments.
“So Misty, Ash told me what was wrong. How long have you been feeling like this?” He stood her up and checked her eyes and ears. “Open… Ahh…” He looked into her mouth, pinning her tongue down with a tongue depressor.
“Since this morning…”
“Ok… lift up your arms… now where does it hurt?” He questioned.
“My tummy… and there.” She mentioned as soon as he pressed gently into her lower abdomen. “Yeah… it really feels weird there, like cramps but not.”
“Ah, well of course it would.” He took off his gloves and disposed of them, the Breeder than turned to Ash. “Ash, if the two of you weren\'t getting married, I\'d kill you.”
“Huh? What the hell for?” The ebony haired boy squeaked.
“You lucky Gulpin you! You\'re going to be a daddy!” Brock smiled and patted Ash on the back… hard. “Yep Misty, you\'re about two months along… you should have been able to figure this out for yourself… but I\'m always glad to help!”
“What… No! I can\'t be… no way! I\'m on birth control pills! I\'m been on them for over five years!”
“Well you have to stop taking them now… hmm, don\'t you just love the .1% factor?”
Ash looked about ready to faint. A baby? Good Grovyle! They certainly didn\'t need a whining, crying, dirty diapered, hungry baby so soon. Maybe when they were like fifty or something… not now!
“I don\'t believe you Brock… you\'re just fucking with me… this is all just some sick joke to make your day… well I\'m not buying it. Now if you wont give my fiancée the meds she needs, then I will be calling the family doctor to take care of her.”
“Naive little Ashykins!” The Breeder laughed. “You don\'t believe me?” He pulled something out of his bag. “Here Misty, a pregnancy test… go and use it, I\'m not lying. I\'m a Pokémon Breeder for Rayquaza\'s sake! I can tell if a female is pregnant a day after intercourse!”
“Oh stop bragging jack ass…” Ash scowled. He watched Misty traipse hesitantly out the doorway to the bathroom. He then turned to his best friend and tried to kick him in the shin, yet failed miserably.
“Oh Ho-Oh! Daddy sure is getting hostile!” Brock dogged each of his punches and kicks and continued to do so until Ash fell flat on his face.
“Shut up! Misty is not…”
“Ash, I\'m pregnant…”
To Be Continued...
“Steinberg said it was right here.” The grad student stuck his shovel in the earth. “See… the marker says, subject #062 Maxwell Norman Innate, 8 year old male suicide victim, Buried 2004.”
“All right… I suppose we should start digging then. And stop reading everything on every sign you see! It\'s annoying!”
The two graduate students of Mauville City School of Forensic Sciences began to dig for the remains of their study subject. The cadaver had been buried five years ago, after the mother decided to donate her son\'s body to science. Well, it was lucky for Mr.\'s Leavy and Kawanaki because they were hoping to study the effect of decomposition on a younger subject for their doctoral thesis. All the other cadavers on the site were well into their sixties and seventies. A subject so young was a rare treat indeed!
“Struck anything yet Leavy?”
“Nah… you?”
“Nope…”
After over an hour of careful digging, so as not to damage the remains or brake any bones, the two partners looked at each other a bit surprised.
“Why isn\'t he here?”
“I don\'t know… do you think one of the other guys took him out already, and forgot to take the marker?” Kawanaki looked around the site. The school only owned an acre of land, and on that land over one hundred bodies were buried a maximum of three feet under the ground. The forensics department chairperson, Professor Steinberg Ph.D. MD, and a whole lot of other “D\'s”, said that he wanted some exposed to the sun… “after all I do enjoy the look of pretty bleached bones!” Steinberg happened to be a “jewrican” as he liked to call it, a Puerto Rican with a Jewish father… Steinberg himself was as flamingly homosexual as gay Hispanic men come.
“But Steinberg said we would get #062! We\'ve been waiting five years for this! How are we supposed to defend our dissertations without any evidence?” Leavy whined… as he stabbed the pile of dirt with his shovel. “If I find out it was… oooo… that, that… bitch Monroe!”
“Dude… chill. First of all, Monroe isn\'t even in the same year as us, secondly, this is her second semester which means no field work, and finally for the crème de la crème… we\'re Steinberg\'s favorite pupils!” Kawanaki patted his colleague on the back. “Come on man, do you know anyone else he lends his Rolls to?”
Leavy straightened and brushed the dirt off his lab coat with a smile.
“I guess you\'re right… perhaps they mislabeled the site, maybe 062 is somewhere else. You know, like near 061 and 063! Besides… Monroe is a pussy… she\'d be too scared to dig up anything rotten!”
His best friend seemed to think it over a few moments, during which, drops of rain began to fall from the bleak pale gray sky. Spring in Mauville City sure was gloomy.
“Well, regardless, we have to get inside now… I hate it when the bones start poking out through the mud… damned Steinberg and his “pretty bleached bones”…”
Picking up their equipment, the two graduate students trekked back through the forest to the campus. Once on solid ground they were able to run to their laboratory as the dense April showers picked up. When Kawanaki and Leavy came into the doctoral lab, they came face to face with a rather upset looking Steinberg.
“Um… Professor?”
“Yeah?” He turned from the window.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, no…” He brushed them dramatically away with a slender and feminine heavily ringed hand. “Well… it\'s just that…” He sighed, wrapping his blazer around his tight satin turtleneck as if he was chilled. “All my pretty bleached bones… I don\'t want them to get all muddy…” The middle-aged man took a handkerchief from out of his lapel and carefully dabbed at his eyes. “That awful weatherman on Hoenn 9, said that there was to be quite the pour down over the next week or so… I\'m just… well you know how I get boys.”
“Yes Professor.” Leavy nodded.
“Now…” Steinberg looked them over and stood up from his stool by the window. “Wait… something is missing… Where is subject 062?”
“Well when we went to marker 062 we dug up nothing but dirt so we came back to check whether or not Mon… I mean another student accidentally withdrew Max…”
“Never say their names! How many fucking times do I have to tell you!” Steinberg slapped his forehead and began to pace around the room. “No names… numbers… no names… numbers.” He stopped abruptly. “Why did you begin to mention Miss Monroe\'s name?”
“She\'s living Professor.” Kawanaki offered quite seriously.
“Right yes I know that… Miss Monroe… ah yes the little puta.” He strutted briskly back to his stool by the window and sat down. “062… yes, um… no one was given permission except for you two gentleman to remove the cadaver. As for not being in it\'s place… hmm… did you check near 061 and 063?”
“Well, it began to rain sir.” Leavy sat down in another stool by an examination table.
“Did I tell you to fucking sit? Shit the rain! My car!” The Professor stood hastily knocking his stool to the ground and swished stealthily to the door and abruptly stopped. “Miss. Monroe… yes… she\'s on field work today… yes, and I didn\'t bring that fucking convertible! Yes fieldwork right here in Mauville City… damned Mercedes; Mrs. Chatter\'s house… the fucking rich old bitch… I want a Japanese car, no sunroof… I don\'t want my bones to get bleached!”
Eccentric? Oh Professor Steinberg was far from eccentric. He was in an entire different classification system all to himself. The only way to describe him was… Steinberg. The expression “steinbergisms” was a favorite to all new students who worked with the odd forensics professor. They said he had lost too many brain cells from inhaling too much formaldehyde back in his pre doctorate days at Lavender Town Mortuary School (Become a certified mortician in just under six months!). Nonetheless the money he made being a mortician was absolutely no joke, and he had the cars, houses and… men to prove it.
“Monroe is doing field work! How the fuck?”
“Mira cabrone! No fucking curse words! Do you understand me you piece of shit white boy!” Steinberg screeched.
“I\'m sorry Professor.” Leavy murmured quietly, with his head cast shamefully down. No one was allowed to curse except for Steinberg.
“You better fucking be.” He walked back to the stool by the window, picked it back up and perched on the edge of it. “Now then, Kawanaki bring me my record book and I\'ll see if anyone has accidentally dug up your research subject. And if I find out that some one did, well the fucking son of a fucking bitch ass whore will pay! They will be expelled immediately.”
“Don\'t you think that\'s a bit harsh Professor?” Kawanaki raised an eyebrow in question.
“What the fuck do you know you stupid piece of shit Japanese bastard!”
The arguments seemed to go on like that for quite a few minutes before Kawanaki finally decided to just leave and get the record book. He scanned the pages as he walked back to the laboratory… no one had taken #062.
“No one?”
“No one.”
“Aye Dios Mio! This… I buried him myself! How… UGH!” Steinberg began to rip hair out of his head as he once again paced around the room.
“Um… Professor… I… well this may seem farfetched and stupid… and most likely utterly impossible…”
“Get to the point jack ass!”
Leavy continued.
“Perhaps… perhaps a Pokémon ate him.”
That was enough to get the crazed Professor to stop and nearly piss his pants.
“You actually think a Pokémon would eat a rotting corpse?” He managed to get out before he literally fell on the floor laughing his head off.
“Well yeah, a really hungry scavenger would.”
Steinberg\'s hysterics did not cease.
“Or maybe…” Kawanaki rubbed his chin. “His body fully decomposed, leaving no remains what so ever. Perhaps certain enzymes and minerals present in the soil lead to a complete decomposition.”
“Smart ass…” Leavy mumbled under his breath, yet their Professor had still not stopped laughing. “I still say a Pokémon ate him.”
“Professor!”
“Ahh!” Steinberg came to complete halt, and underneath him was a puddle of urine. “I pissed my pants… holy son of a Shuppet I pissed my pants.”
“Um…”
“Class dismissed. I\'ll… I can\'t believe I pissed my pants! I\'ll call you tomorrow… I pissed my pants…”
Without another word Kawanaki and Leavy left… feeling quite confused.
~* )) O (( *~
“Dad! I\'m home from school!”
“Hey honey, good day?”
“Yeah awesome as usual! We won another match!”
“That\'s great!”
“Thanks dad, I scored four points all by myself too!” May exclaimed and hugged her father tightly. She noticed someone else was in the room, she recognized him as one of her dad\'s really good friends. He was a gym leader and they had met at the Gym Leaders Conference in the Orange Islands about two years ago.
“Yep, so May, you remember Brawley, he came to visit last month.”
May nodded her head and shook her dad\'s friend\'s hand, she happened to like Brawly he had really cool Pokémon.
“Hey May, I\'m totally glad to see that you\'re doing good.” He gave her a little squeeze.
“Thanks. You\'re not looking too bad yourself.”
“Yeah… I\'ve well…”
“Maybe we should tell her now Brawly.”
The two men smiled at each other and nodded. They looked really excited about whatever it was, so May automatically welcomed the good news.
“Let\'s go into the living room.” She suggested. “I need to sit down, the volley ball game was really tiring!”
“Good idea.” Norman led the two into the living room to sit down and talk. “So May… you know that, lately I\'ve been spending more and more time with Brawly, he\'s really becoming a close friend.”
“Yeah dad, I know, and I\'m glad, you need more good friends like Brawly.”
“Well dudette.” Brawly continued. “Me and your dad have actually become more than just friends. We\'re… well, we\'ve…”
“We\'ve been dating for quite some time now. And well, we decided to make it more official, so… we\'re getting married!”
May glanced from one to the other in disbelief; she certainly wasn\'t prepared for that news.
“Wow…” She wiped a tear from her eye, looking back at her father and his boyfriend she smiled broadly. “So we can all be a real family?”
“Yes honey, that\'s what we want to do.”
May threw herself into her father\'s and Brawly\'s arms. This was unbelievable. She had wished countless nights that her father would find someone nice and settle down, she was sick of him always looking so lonely. She had been so happy when he began to spend more of his time with the other Gym Leader. She didn\'t care that her father was homosexual, none of that mattered, she was going to be part of a real loving and caring family!
~* )) O (( *~
“So…”
“So what?” Sabrina blinked her eyes.
“So doll, you single?” Vince asked as he moved closer to the young woman.
“Excuse me.” She stood up abruptly. “I believe that we have more important matters to discuss.”
“Vince leave her alone. We have a case to investigate, so lay off the small talk.” Julia nudged Sabrina down with a caressing hand on her shoulder causing the psychic to shudder. “Now, from the autopsy that I was able to perform, I have found that the baby was actually not born of a full term pregnancy. Suggesting that, it was either a miscarriage or a hasty abortion.”
“So… I was right, it\'s just another new born in a trash can?”
“No. The markings on the bones are still evidence.”
“So you\'ve said… but we have no fingerprints, no hair, no DNA, no nothing except that damned dead thing you insist on calling a baby.”
“Well yes, we have a six month old fetus who was severely mutilated in Mrs. Chatter\'s back yard!” Julia kicked the bottom of Vince\'s chair with her steal-toed boot. “It was a baby girl, from what I could tell at least, and do you know that most of her blood was drained from her as well?
“Oh Christ! So who are we fucking with now? Count Dracula and his vampire cronies?”
“Shut up!” Sabrina shouted, shattering several glasses of water and a large pitcher in the process with her telekinesis. “This is serious, do you understand Detective? We are dealing with a force much more powerful than humans.”
“Who? God? Oh no, no, let me guess, some bull shit Legendary?”
Sabrina turned to look out of the office door, where Officer Jenny was yelling at some other officers. She sighed, always knowing most of the truth was a tough gig indeed. Resting her eyes back on Vince, she nodded.
“You can\'t be fucking serious.” He hit the table with both hands palms down. “No fucking way… you must be joking right? Some bull shit psychic joke, you know messing with the detective?”
“It\'s not one legendary… it\'s all of them.”
~* (( O )) *~
“Hey Mist, aren\'t you ready yet, we were supposed to be at the boutique an hour ago!” Ash climbed the stairs, dragging his feet in the process, he was sick of waiting. What one Earth was taking that girl so long! “Hey Misty…” He knocked on his bedroom door. God, since when had he ever needed to knock on his own door? “Misty?”
“In here Ash…” The red head opened the door to the bathroom. She was still in her pajama\'s and the poor girl looked relatively ill.
“You ok?” He took her in his arms and rubbed her back. “What\'s wrong?”
“I keep throwing up, I have a really high fever and…” She buried her face into Ash\'s chest and whispered. “It feels like I have… well you know.”
Ash cringed; he didn\'t need the word diarrhea mentioned.
“It\'s ok… let\'s get you back in bed ok? I\'ll have Brock come up and look at you.”
The young woman nodded and clutching her stomach with one hand and her head with the other she walked slowly toward the bedroom with the help of her fiancée. After getting her tucked under the covers, Ash brought Brock upstairs for a diagnosis; the man wasn\'t a Pokémon Breeder and Doctor for nothing you know. Of course, he specialized in Pokémon, but he knew a thing or two about human ailments.
“So Misty, Ash told me what was wrong. How long have you been feeling like this?” He stood her up and checked her eyes and ears. “Open… Ahh…” He looked into her mouth, pinning her tongue down with a tongue depressor.
“Since this morning…”
“Ok… lift up your arms… now where does it hurt?” He questioned.
“My tummy… and there.” She mentioned as soon as he pressed gently into her lower abdomen. “Yeah… it really feels weird there, like cramps but not.”
“Ah, well of course it would.” He took off his gloves and disposed of them, the Breeder than turned to Ash. “Ash, if the two of you weren\'t getting married, I\'d kill you.”
“Huh? What the hell for?” The ebony haired boy squeaked.
“You lucky Gulpin you! You\'re going to be a daddy!” Brock smiled and patted Ash on the back… hard. “Yep Misty, you\'re about two months along… you should have been able to figure this out for yourself… but I\'m always glad to help!”
“What… No! I can\'t be… no way! I\'m on birth control pills! I\'m been on them for over five years!”
“Well you have to stop taking them now… hmm, don\'t you just love the .1% factor?”
Ash looked about ready to faint. A baby? Good Grovyle! They certainly didn\'t need a whining, crying, dirty diapered, hungry baby so soon. Maybe when they were like fifty or something… not now!
“I don\'t believe you Brock… you\'re just fucking with me… this is all just some sick joke to make your day… well I\'m not buying it. Now if you wont give my fiancée the meds she needs, then I will be calling the family doctor to take care of her.”
“Naive little Ashykins!” The Breeder laughed. “You don\'t believe me?” He pulled something out of his bag. “Here Misty, a pregnancy test… go and use it, I\'m not lying. I\'m a Pokémon Breeder for Rayquaza\'s sake! I can tell if a female is pregnant a day after intercourse!”
“Oh stop bragging jack ass…” Ash scowled. He watched Misty traipse hesitantly out the doorway to the bathroom. He then turned to his best friend and tried to kick him in the shin, yet failed miserably.
“Oh Ho-Oh! Daddy sure is getting hostile!” Brock dogged each of his punches and kicks and continued to do so until Ash fell flat on his face.
“Shut up! Misty is not…”
“Ash, I\'m pregnant…”
To Be Continued...