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Chapter List
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Chapter 3 – All
Aboard

Author's Note: I really hope this one
turns out as good for you as it did me. I really like it, and I hope
you do too.

And remember, all comments and criticism are
greatly appreciated.

Also, I know I ended it with such a
confusing ending... but there are some things which will take more
time to explain. So, you get a cliffhanger.

Enjoy!

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“I’m
Mentok! The mind-taker!” – Mentok the
Mind-Taker

“Come on! This is our
last chance!”

The captain’s face was ready to pop
a blood vessel with the intensity the man had. Kendrick stood doubled
over, gasping for breath with the other men and Pokemon, a whole half
a foot shorter, and about 50 pounds lighter than any of them.

“What
we’ve been fighting for… all of it, comes down to this
last chance!”

Kendrick couldn’t take waiting any
more. “Guys, they won’t be expecting me, and they have no
clue how fast I am. Give it to me. All I need is a good-sized window,
and I’ll run like hell. C’mon! I can do this!”

“Kid,
while I appreciate the effort, there’s some things you’ve
gotta’ leave to us. Whether they expect you or not, they will
stop you. Sorry.”

“Let ‘em try! If they
think I’ll go down easy, they better think again!”

The
sailor looked around at the ragged group, some covered in mud,
other’s covered in their own blood, and every one of the other
sailors and their Pokemon seemed to agree. “Alright Kid! Let’s
see what you’ve got! You heard him boys! Let’s give him
the hole he needs!”

They all turned in unison, and took
their places in front of their foes. Kendrick’s team lined up
with two sailors spread wide on either side of the formation, four
Machoke and two sailors in the middle, the captain taking his place
right behind them, and Ken settling down behind another sailor who’d
take him as far as he could.

As he leaned to the side to spit
out the sweat that was gathering around his mouth, he tried to tune
out the enemies’ jeers.

“Hey guys! Look what
they’re trying!”

“Hey, Shrimp! You think you
got what it takes?!”

“Oh shit! The pipsqueak looks
like he means business! How about we teach the boy not to play with
the men?”

“Hey, Kid! Me and my Machoke are gonna’
beat your ass through the ground! Better watch yourself.”

Ken
felt a little bit of fear growing in him as he saw the Machoke
pounding his fists into the ground with enough force to break
walls.

The sailor in front of him leaned back to check on him
one last time. “You still feeling up to this?”

“Hell
yeah! They’re nothing!” Nothing but physical
freaks…

“Haha… okay kid. I’ve
got your back.”

I sure as hell hope so…

The
ball was snapped before Ken knew it, and both teams’ linemen
slammed into each other.

The captain handed Ken the ball, and
he trailed his blocker through the middle of the line. As he passed
through the wall, he felt someone grab his arm to rip it off, only to
slip away as he was pancaked by one of his team’s Machoke. The
sailor who made the threat before the snap made to crush Ken, only to
run into the sailor leading Ken through. With no one left to stop
him, Ken turned on the jets, and ran as fast as he could to the
endzone.

He didn’t even see the Machoke coming.

The
next thing he knew, Ken was laying on his back with a Machoke getting
off of him. As he rolled and struggled to get on his feet, he could
hear the other sailors and small crowd watching the game laughing at
him. He limped back to the huddle and took his place, wincing with
each movement.

The captain’s smug face screamed “Told
you so.”

“Kid, I tried to warn you. How’d it
feel?”

“Like a fucking bus.”

“Ahahaha!
Alright guys, we’ve only got 3 downs left…”

“Wait!
Let me try again!”

“Kid, no way. That last hit you
took hurt me.”

“Look, I just didn’t see him.
I won’t let it happen again.”

The captain stared
for a moment into Kendrick’s eyes, and seemed satisfied with
what he saw.

“Alright! You heard him again! Let’s
try it one more time!”

As they lined up again, Ken
successfully tuned out the jeering. C’mon Kendrick! Stay
focused. When that damn Machoke gets to you, what’re you gonna’
do…?

His thoughts were interrupted as the ball was
snapped, and the play unfolded almost the exact same way.

This
time, Kendrick saw the Machoke coming, and made the first move he
thought of.

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best
idea he’d had all day. As the Machoke came forward to level
him, Ken lowered his shoulders as well, and the two collided.

For
the second time in a row, Ken found himself on his back in a daze.
The Machoke was now flexing its muscles to further display his
dominance. As he limped back again, he now had to pray that the
shoulder wasn’t broken.

The captain was a little more
serious now. “So, Kid. What now? You want to try it
again?”

Why? I’m just getting killed.
“Why?”

“Dunno’. Guess I just figured
that last hit wouldn’t be enough to stop you.”

“Liar.”

“Haha…
you’re right. But the way I see it, you’re fucked now. We
stop giving you the ball; you look like a bitch, eh? But if we do
give you the ball, you’ll get crushed. You sure dug a nasty
hole for yourself, huh?”

“Shut up. I don’t
need your pity.”

“You’re not getting any.
What you are getting, is the ball. Line up boys.”

As
they lined up for the third time, Kendrick couldn’t keep his
mind on the play.

What the hell is his problem? They’ll
just be pissed if we don’t win… so why keep giving it to
me?! Is he trying to rub it in? Fuck it. I’ll show him. I’m
going to win this.

“Hey, Kid.” His fullback
had turned around to talk to him. “You hear that? Your girl’s
cheering for you.”

“What?” He turned his
head to look at Vesta sitting on the wall near their field, and sure
enough, she was making one hell of a racket.

“Ken! Whoop
his ass, Ken! He’s nothing! Go Ken Go! Go Ken Go!”

She
looks like an idiot… Ken’s face broke into a wide
smile.

The ball was snapped, and the play worked out almost
the exact same way for the third time in a row. This time, Ken didn’t
even hesitate. As the Machoke made for him again, he blasted into it
as hard as he could.

This time, it was Ken getting up first,
and rolling off of the dazed Machoke. All of his pains didn’t
seem to bother him anymore as he jogged back to the huddle with a
dumb grin on his face.

The captain’s demeanor wasn’t
as cheerful as the rest of the team’s. “Congratulations,
Kid. You sure fucked him up, eh?”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah,
that’s cool and all… but guess what else you
did?”

“Uh…”

“You fucked
us over too. We're on our last down, and we’re still nowhere
near scoring.”

Shit. Why was I so happy? I didn’t
do a damn thing…

“So, Kid. How are we gonna’
fix that?”

“We’re going to win. That’s
how I’ll fix that.”

“Kid, with that
attitude, we won’t win shit.”

“What the hell
are you talking about?”

“You, won’t fix a
damn thing.”

What? Why can’t I?

“Emphasis
on the ‘you’, Kid.”

“What… oh.
I get it. Then how about this: Put me at fullback, and give me the
ball. I’ll help us win. Emphasis on the ‘help’.”

“Haha…
About time. I was beginning to wonder which is more important to you.
Glad to see I was right. You’ve got good eyes Kid.”

“What
the hell are you talking about, Old Man?”

“I’ll
tell you if we win.”

As they lined up for the fourth
time, Ken now switched places with his fullback, and explained his
plan to him while everyone got set.

The ball was snapped for
the fourth and final time, and the captain stuck the ball into Ken’s
chest. Now, instead of having his blocker to lead him, Ken had to
find a way through both the sailor who threatened him and his
Machoke. He broke for the gap in between the two, and braced himself
as they closed the hole fast. Everyone on the field stopped playing
and watched to see the imminent collision. Yet again, Ken lowered his
shoulders, and slammed into the two linebackers… only to get
flattened. As his back hit the ground hard, Ken burst out
laughing.

“Play-action, Motherfuckers! Hell yeah!”

As
the linebackers got up, they saw what had happened. After Ken had
faked receiving the handoff, and simultaneously drew the attention of
the entire defense, the captain handed the ball to the fullback
turned running back, who proceeded to jog his way into the
endzone.

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Everyone
made their way to the sidelines and picked up their stuff, shaking
hands before leaving, laughing and joking with each other about
various things, like the pick-up game hadn’t happened. The
sailors’ breaks were over, and it was time to prepare the ships
to leave port. Even the Machoke and his trainer who had blasted Ken
came up to shake his hand before leaving, to show there was no hard
feelings.

Ken walked over to where the captain was sitting.
“Hey Kid. Good choice.”

“What’d you
mean by that?”

“Okay, listen up and listen good.
Pride is important in a man’s life. To some men, it’s
everything. But what would’ve happened if you’d chosen
pride for that last play?”

“What do you mean?
Like, if I had wanted to run it again?”

“Yeah, to
prove you could do it.”

“Well…” We
probably would’ve lost…

“Whether you’ll
admit it or not, we would’ve lost. But, you chose the other
option you had. You chose to succeed over building your pride. You
chose to help out your teammates instead of helping out
yourself.”

“Not really… I just wanted to
win.”

“Either way, you gave up your body to let
the team win, no?”

“I guess…”

“Come
on son! Show some confidence! Not many people would’ve made
that choice. Most young punks would’ve tried it again and
again. In my opinion, it’s the better man who will do whatever
it takes to succeed, not the one who succeeds in whatever he does.
You get it?”

“Yeah. I get it. Thanks.”

“Sure
thing, Kid. Well, you better get back to your room on the ship and
take a damn shower. You’re dirty as hell from all that time you
spent on the ground!”

“Screw you.”

The
captain’s laugh was weak from fatigue, and Ken found himself
wondering how old the guy really was.

“Hey, Old Man.
There’s something else I wanted to ask you. Why didn’t
you just take over the game? Why keep giving me a shot?”

“Haha…
Kid, that’s something I can’t really well explain. I’m
older now. When I was your age, you damn well better believe I
would’ve. But now… I guess… sometimes, you’ve
gotta’ know when it’s time to help others.”

“Help?
Me? Now I know you’re senile.”

“I know, I
know. It’s hard to explain. But, you’ll see. One day, I
know you’ll be the kind of man to make others better.”

“But…
dammit. I’ve seen you play before! You could’ve kicked
ass today! You’re not too old yet!”

“Haha…
yeah, I could’ve. And you can bet my crew knew that. But let me
ask you this: What would that have accomplished? I stopped choosing
pride a long time ago, Kid. You’ll see one day. I’ve
known that since your parents first introduced their son to me. Even
at 10, I had a feeling about you.”

“Yep,
definitely senile.”

“Haha… fine. I’ll
shut up. Just promise me that you’ll be good. What most people
don’t realize is that evil men are just as great as good men.
The only difference is what they believe in.”

Before
Kendrick could ask him what he meant, he was blindsided and knocked
off of the bench by Vesta. Once again, Ken was on the ground.

“Get
off of me! What the hell’s the matter with you?!”

“How
hard did I hit?! As tough as that mean-old Machoke?!”

“Shut
up.”

“Hah! So, is that a yes?”

“No,
it’s a ‘Get the hell off of me.’”

“Fine
then. See if I’m ever on top of you again.”

“Oh,
haha… Very funny.”

“I’m just saying…
someone as perverted as you won’t get too many more
chances.”

“And since when am I
perverted?!”

“Hmmm… I believe it was…
since I said so.”

“I give up.”

“It’s
for the best. You won’t win.”

As Ken rolled out
from under her, he noticed the captain was laughing. “What’s
so funny, Old Man?”

“You two.”

“Whatever.”

The
captain picked up all of his belongings and got ready to leave.
“Well, I’ll see you guys later. Remember, Kid. My ship’s
leaving in four hours. Why don’t you take your girl around
town? There’s some nice stores around here… just go hang
out for a while. Trust me, nobody wants to spend all their time on a
ship.”

“Umm… I’m not his
girl.”

“Yeah, she’s not my girl.”

“Eh?
You two aren’t…? Could’ve fooled me!”

Ken
laughed awkwardly as Vesta faced the other direction. Neither one
realized just how red their faces were.

“Well, at any
rate, I’ll see you two later!”

“Later, Old
Man.”

Ken and Vesta were quiet for a moment after the
captain had left, and Ken finished grabbing all of his belongings.
Vesta spoke first.

“I am soooo not your girl.”

“Fine
by me! Let’s go, I need to shower.”

“How
come?”

“What the hell do you mean? I’m
covered in sweat and dirt.”

“Yeah, you also need
to shave, but that’s not important right now. I’m kinda’
liking the rugged look.” She looked away as she finished the
sentence.

Eh? She got pretty quiet fast… almost like
she meant it. “Whatever. Since when should I care what you
think about the way I look?”

“Umm… I guess
you shouldn’t! Especially because I’m soooo not your
girl!”

Yeah, you said it best. You’re “soooo”
not my girl. Damn my
luck.

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About
an hour or so later, Ken and Vesta were cleaned up and walking around
town.

Alright. Got about two or three hours before we’ve
gotta’ leave. Just one problem… where the hell should we
go?

The two had been walking aimlessly around town for
almost 15 minutes already, and they still hadn’t decided on a
destination.

Still though… it’s kinda’
nice. Just walking together. It’s almost like a date…
Arrghh! What the hell am I thinking?

“Hey,
Vesta?”

“Mmmm… yeah?”

She
smiled as she faced him, and Ken almost couldn’t believe how
happy she looked. Holy crap… Bright sun, bright smile,
bright light blond hair… She’s so damn cute…

“Uh…
Oh yeah. I had a question to ask again.”

“Wait!
Before you ask, remember this: By asking me a question, you’re
giving me permission to ask a question of my own. Got it?”

“Umm…
sure? Okay, my question, since you didn’t answer it before. Why
the hell did you start following me?”

“Ugh…
this again? Let me see…”

“What’s
there to see? Just answer the question!”

“I’m
trying to see whether or not you deserve to hear the answer.”

“What
the hell?!”

“And you sure aren’t acting like
someone who wants to know, huh? Well… I guess… it’s
hard to explain.”

“Try me. We’ve got some
time to kill.”

“Have you ever just thought
something was a good idea, but don’t really know why you
thought that?”

“What, like done something your gut
told you to?”

“Kinda’, but it’s a
little different than just acting on your instinct like that.”

“How
so?”

“I guess you could say… I saw you
talking with that policewoman, and I knew you could help me.”

“Help
you… how?”

“I didn’t… don’t…
know. I think it has something to do with who I am… but I
wasn’t really thinking about that when I saw you. I just…”
Her face flushed as she became more flustered. “You know what?
Let’s not worry about it, okay?”

Alright…
fine. That’s a good enough answer, I guess.

“So,
now you have to answer my question.”

“Sure. Bring
it on.”

“Why do some animals howl at the
moon?”

“What the hell kind of question is
that?”

“I dunno’. I just was kinda’
curious, that’s all.”

“Well, I don’t
really know myself. What brought that up?”

“Something
I remembered earlier. I once saw an Arcanine standing on some rocks
one night, just howling at the moon. It almost sounded…
lonely.”

“Wow… that must’ve been
pretty cool. I guess it’s just different for whoever’s
doing it. It may have been lonely, but it could’ve been other
stuff too. It could’ve been calling out to another. Or it could
even have been sad, and shouted its frustration into the sky. In a
sense, the moon makes a good target.”

“Hmmm…
so you think an animal can howl for different reasons?”

“Sure.
Anybody can do anything for whatever reason they want.”

“What
if you’re told to do something?”

“Well…
once more, you should always be able to make your own decisions.
Unless it’s something trivial like asking someone to move out
of your way, or something that’s common sense like not killing
people. As for how you do things in life though… that’s
really up to the individual.”

“And you? How do you
live your life?”

“Wow… that’s pretty
deep. I suppose, I live my life pretty casually. Sure, I may miss out
on some stuff that others will experience through their efforts, but
you’d have some trouble finding someone who enjoys life as much
as me.”

“Yeah… life is precious, huh?”
Her face reflected her depressed tone.

“Hey, what’s
the matter? You seem sad.”

“Oh, don’t worry.
I was just wondering about stuff. So, if you could howl, what would
you howl for?”

“Me? I… don’t really
know. Never really had a reason to do something like that. What about
you? Wait, can you howl? You know, because you’re… you
know.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to
mean?!”

“Nothing! I was just curious!”

“Well…
I actually can, but I don’t really have a reason to
either.”

“Wow… cool.”

“God,
you’re such an idiot.”

Ken stuck his tongue out at
her. “Nyah!”

She responded with one of her own.
“Nyah!”

Each of them seemed to be laughing harder
than the other as they continued around town.

“Hey, Ken!
Since you don’t seem to care where we go, let’s go find
me some new clothes!”

“Hey! That sounds like a
really lame idea!”

“Asshole. C’mon! If we
don’t, I’ll just keep wearing your stuff. And if I’m
gonna’ keep wearing your clothes, I’m cutting tail-holes
in every single damn pair of pants you own.”

“Well
then, it seems you’d be going naked, because there’s no
way in hell you’re doing that.”

“Come on!
Fine, you don’t even have to go with me.”

“Go
on.”

“Just… give me your wallet. I’ll
find clothes on my own.”

“Wait, you were planning
on using my money for said clothes?! Hell no!”

“Why
not?”

Ken let out a long, very exasperated sigh.

“Okay.
So, how many outfits are you going to get me?”

“I
didn’t say I was getting you any.”

“But you
know you will. So, can I get two?”

He stared at her as
she pleaded with her eyes. “Fine. Just… don’t ask
me for advice or anything. I’m not into fashion. At
all.”

“Yay! Come on! It’ll be fun!”

“I
highly doubt
that.”

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Two
massive headaches later, Kendrick was finally done helping Vesta find
what she wanted.

“I still don’t understand why you
wanted my help at all if I wasn’t gonna’ be able to help
you find everything.”

“I don’t care what you
think, you are NOT helping me pick out underwear!”

“Whatever.”

They
were walking back to checkout, when Vesta suddenly disappeared from
Ken’s side. When he turned to find her, he couldn’t help
but dread what her mischievous smile foreshadowed. She was standing
in the middle of the holiday decorations, and had something in her
hands.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Don’t
worry about it. Hey, call out Luxio.”

“Why?”

“Just
do it.”

“Fine.”

Ken released Luxio as
he was told, and Vesta walked over to him, preparing to tie a red bow
around his neck.

“Oh, this’ll be great.”
Ken’s face was lit up like a kid in a candy
store.

“What?”

“Nothing.
Continue.”

The moment her hand touched Luxio’s
fur, she jumped back and waved her hand like it was on fire.

“What
the hell was that?!”

Ken was doubled over with laughter
now. “What’s what?”

“He attacked
me!”

“Haha… not quite. It’s a Luxio,
remember? He’s fur is charged with electricity. Anybody who
touches him is in for a… shock, one could say.” Ken was
smiling at his own pun.

“Not funny.”

“Come
on! That’s comic gold!”

“How come you can
touch him then?”

“Oh, that’s because I just
got used to it.” He started scratching the young lion behind
his ears, and Luxio loved it. “Sure, I feel it, but it’s
not strong enough to stop me. Kinda’ numbing though. That’s
one of the weirder things about it.”

She stared at him,
dumbfounded, as he continued to pet an electrical socket.

“If
you wanna’ pet him, go ahead. It’s really not so bad once
you expect it. You could say it’s less of a hazard, and more of
a shock.”

“Quit with the damn puns!”

“Okay,
okay, I’ll stop. So, you wanna’ pet him?”

“Sure.”

She
knelt down next to Ken and Luxio, and grabbed his fur without
hesitation. After realizing it wasn’t too bad, she started
grinning and rubbed Luxio under the chin, much to his satisfaction.
She stopped smiling when she saw Ken laughing.

“What’s
so damn funny?”

“Haha! Your hair!”

Her
normally full and shoulder-length hair was no longer the way she
liked it. Each strand seemed to be shooting straight outwards from
the electricity. She cried out when she saw it, and after letting go
of Luxio, it fell back into place.

Ken couldn’t stop
laughing now. “That was so… badass!”

“That’s
not funny at all!”

“Yes… Yes it is!”
He was quickly becoming hysterical. “Hey… hey…
grab Luxio again.”

“Why?!”

“Come
on, just do it!”

She obliged as he began to calm down,
and her hair shot up again. “Now what?”

“Okay…
now… I’ve gotta’ see your tail like this!”

“You
jerk! No!”

“Come on! You know you’re curious
too!”

She looked around the aisles they were in, and
upon deciding they were alone, pulled her tail over the top of the
sweatpants she was wearing. Sure enough, her normally large and bushy
tail was as frizzy as her hair. Ken’s laughter returned, this
time twofold, and Vesta joined in this time.

They finally
began to calm down after a good ten minutes, and Ken returned Luxio
to his ball. They were getting off the floor, still laughing, when
both jumped three feet at the sound of a girl’s voice behind
them.

“Well, well… Look who couldn’t stay
away from me after all.”

Ken’s face turned grim
with a sarcastic smile. “Really now? Seriously, you flatter
yourself far too much.”

Vesta, now behind Ken, peeked
sheepishly around him as she surveyed the woman facing him. The first
thing she noticed was the woman’s stature, and she leapt out
from behind Ken and lifted her off of the ground with a hug.

“Ken,
do you know her? She’s so tiny… and cute! What’s
your name?”

Ken burst out with laughter. “Haha…
she is, isn’t she? And bitchy to boot. Then again, the smaller
the dog, the more they bark…”

“True, true.
But I should warn you, that it’s the larger dogs that bite the
hardest…”

Kinky. “You know, I’m
gonna’ have to hold you to that one day.”

“Perv.”

Their
laughter resumed again, and they kept laughing on, oblivious to the
seething rage of the shorter woman.

“What the hell are
you doing in Vermilion this time Ken?!” Vesta, startled by the
outburst, set the woman down and backed away to Ken’s
side.

“Slow down, aren’t you gonna’
introduce yourself? Vesta, this is Jessica, my bitchy ex-girlfriend.
Only ex-girlfriend, for that matter. And Jess, this thing that was
holding you, is Vesta.”

Vesta rose her hand timidly, and
gave a small wave. “Hello.” She leaned closer to Ken and
whispered in his ear. “This girl’s kinda’ scary…
like she’s really mad about something. ‘The hell’d
you do to her?”

“Nothing I can recall… but
I wouldn’t be surprised if I did. I have that effect on
her.”

Jessica was growing more impatient, and began to
tap her foot rapidly. “Are you going to answer my question, or
whisper sweet nothings to your new girlfriend some more?”

“Umm…
Not his girlfriend. Why does everybody keep making that
assumption?”

“Vesta! Be quiet! You’ll only
feed the demon’s wrath more!”

“Real cute you
two. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hmmm…
would you believe I’m running away from home?”

“I’d
believe it more if you were kicked out. How come?”

“Would
you believe it’s because I killed a man?”

“Okay,
I’m done here. Same old Kendrick it seems.”

Vesta
piped up. “What’s that mean? How is he?”

“He’ll
never change. Any time you try to get honesty from him, he covers it
up with his lame attempts at humor. Always asking questions…
never answering them.”

“Can we stop talking about
me?”

“Well Ken, she does have a point. Your humor
is pretty lame most of the time.”

“Well gee,
thanks for the compliment.”

“See? There you go
again. And you… Vista?”

“Umm… it’s
Vesta.”

“Whatever. You’re just as bad as he
is, apparently. There’ll come a time when life will force him
to be more serious… when his jokes will stop saving him. And
when that happens, he’ll crash and burn, like he should’ve
a long time ago.”

“Maybe… but if he was
supposed to ‘crash and burn’ so long ago… how come
he hasn’t?”

“He’s gotten lucky. Most
people don’t get a second chance. He’s gotten
several.”

“How so?”

“If it
wasn’t for how bad he has Jenny on his side, he would’ve
been thrown in jail long ago. But nope. And because he never got in
trouble, he kept looking for it. How many times did you tell me you
didn’t start it Kendrick? And yet, you were always in the
middle of it, huh?”

“What if he didn’t start
them?”

“Then he shouldn’t have been in them.
And then you got your damn Shinx, and you spent all of your time
battling. I sure took a backseat fast, didn’t I? Pretty weird
how you did that so easily. We both know I’m the only girl who
ever said ‘Yes’ to you. No real shock why anymore. You
only care about yourself. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the
last too. Any more questions for me, Ma’am? How about why we
broke up? I’ll tell you that one too. We were on one of our
rare dates. I was actually happy to finally get to spend some time
with him again. The night was great… the weather was perfect…
we went everywhere I wanted, and he actually was the guy I originally
liked for the whole night. But hey, joke was on me. Just when I
thought it couldn’t get any better, it sure didn’t. As we
were sitting together in the park, just talking, he suddenly jumped
up off of the bench and told me he had to go. I started to ask why,
and all I got was ‘Go home now!’. Then, he was gone. Just
like that. I had to walk myself home, with all of my stuff, in the
darkness, all alone. Yeah… I guess you could say I was pissed.
Then, it gets better. It turns out, he left me to go fight someone.
He shows up at my job the next day, apologizing, and giving me this
bullshit story about how these ‘two guys were being attacked by
5 with weapons, and I had to go help them’. Nobody else in the
town seemed to hear anything about this though. Of course they
wouldn’t. So, I spent nearly 20 embarrassing minutes at work
trying to shut him up and tell him I didn’t believe him. Then
the best part: He tells me he can prove it. He lifted up his shirt
while everybody I worked with and all those customers were watching,
and showed me these disgusting cuts he had all over his chest, some
of which were still bleeding since he had tried bandaging them up
himself. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, prominently
displayed on his chest, spelled out with cuts, were the words ‘Pussy
Ass Bitch’. Needless to say, I was fired the next day, and
asked my family to move. So here I am, living in Vermilion, and
trying so desperately to figure out why the hell he’s still
here.”

Vesta was silent now. The three of them stood
there a moment, deathly quiet. Ken spoke first. “So, are you
done now?”

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“Good.
Now please… Fuck off.”

“What’d you
say?!”

“I said… fuck off. We’re done
talking.” Kendrick’s face was unwavering in its
anger.

“What? I hit a button? Screw you too.”

Jessica
made to leave, but stopped when Vesta opened her mouth. “I…
I don’t think he ever meant to get you in troub…”
She stopped mid-sentence as Kendrick interrupted her.

“Stop.
It doesn’t matter now. She didn’t believe me then. She
won’t believe me now. And I’ve stopped caring.

“You’ve…
stopped caring?”

“Yeah. And that’s not
something I do very easily.”

Jessica resumed walking,
and was nearly out of sight before Kendrick called out to her.

“You
made a mistake. You didn’t believe in me. Ever. I wasn’t…
still aren’t perfect. But I would never have given up on
you.”

She never broke stride as she vanished from
sight.

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Ken
and Vesta had boarded the ship bound for Canalave, and were walking
towards their cabins before either of them spoke again.

“Hey,
Ken?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s not
my business…”

“You’re right. It’s
not.”

Vesta fell silent again at his cold reception
towards her.

They reached their rooms, and Ken waited while
Vesta opened her door and walked inside.

“Hey,
Ken?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t let
her get to you.”

He let out a tired sigh. “What
the hell are you talking about?”

“I can see why
she’d be mad… but I don’t think you’re as
bad as she said.”

“Well gee, thanks. Your opinion
does so much good to me now.”

“Fine. I’m
sorry for trying to help. Just… remember this: She won’t
be the last one to say ‘Yes’ to you. There will be
another girl some day.”

Ken was silent as she shut her
door, leaving him alone in the hall.

Sorry for snapping at
you. I’m just not in the mood right now.

He went
into his room, and immediately was surprised by how tired he was.
After dropping his things on the table, he fell into his bed and
didn’t
move.

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Several
hours later, he awoke to the sun setting out of his window. He
noticed that the scenery was now moving, and realized they had
departed already. He stretched out his body and made to sit up, when
he was startled by a woman’s voice.

“Separate
rooms, huh? Weird. I would’ve imagined you’d hit it off
better than that by now…”

The voice seemed to
echo throughout the room. What the hell was that? Am I still
dreaming, or is there a sexy voice box in my room?

“Oh?
Sorry for not introducing myself. Where are my manners? The name’s
Jazmine.”

Where the hell is she? Kendrick crept
off the bed and walked towards the door.

“Behind you,
silly!”

Ken wheeled around to check, and laying across
his bed now was a woman wearing a silk purple robe with thin, long
hair to match. Naturally, being a guy, Ken couldn’t help but
notice the robe was see-through, and very revealing. As if to
compound his growing attraction to the woman, he suddenly felt
himself being drawn to her eyes, with irises glowing with a deep
crimson tint. He caught himself wondering if she even really had
eyes, or if they were merely rubies set in the sockets.

“Can
I help you?” I don’t know why, but this is one
half-naked girl I’m not going anywhere near. I’ve got a
bad feeling about this.

“Nah, I doubt you can help
me.” She glanced down his body. “From the looks of it, I
sure could help you…”

Ken adjusted his pants to
better conceal himself, obviously flustered.

“What’s
the matter? There’s nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I
appreciate the compliment! Whaddaya’ say we have some fun for a
while, eh?” She sprawled out on his bed, using her finger to
call him closer to her.

“What the hell are you doing in
my room?”

She groaned and relaxed as she realized he
wasn’t going to play along.

“If you must know…
I’m watching you.”

“Watching me?” What
the hell for?

“Yeah, watching you. And her. And to
answer your question, I’m doing it because I’ve been told
to. Trust me, you’re kinda’ cute, but I could find much
better.”

“I didn’t ask you a question. What
the hell are you doing to me?!”

“I’m not
doing anything to you. You’re the one telling me your deepest
thoughts.”

“What the fuck does that mean? I can’t
do anything like that!”

“Yeah, actually, you can.
Merely think of something, whether consciously or sub-consciously,
and I can hear it. You’d be surprised the things you’re
thinking of right now. The things you want to do to me… the
things you want to do to her… all of it. And I must say…
I’m impressed. If you let yourself go… released all of
those pointless inhibitions… you’d show me one hell of a
good time.” She leaned closer to him, almost off of the bed,
and called him closer again. “If you want… I can help
show you what you desire most. Just… be gentle.” She
gave him the most cunning and inviting smile he’d ever seen in
his life.

“What… what are you talking
about?”

“It’s okay. Most people are scared
to know what they’re really thinking. I’ll go ahead and
tell you one thing about you though… you’re not a bad
person. You’d be rough as hell… but you’d never be
cruel. Kinda’ interesting, actually.”

“Shut
up!”

“Why?”

“Because you know
nothing about me!”

“Wrong. I know lots about you.
I even know why you’re stonewalling me. You like the girl.
Awww… how cute! Still though, you’d be surprised what
I’ve heard some people think. You should count yourself lucky.
Most guys are real assholes. You humans are so ugly.”

“You
humans?”

“Yeah, you heard me right. I’m not
like you. You’re diseased. All humans are.”

“Then
what the hell are you? You sure look human enough to me.” Even
if she can read my mind…

“Haha! Well, there
you go. You said it best yourself. Humans can’t read
minds.”

“Okay, so if you’re not human, what
are you?”

“Simply put: I’m superior. We all
are. The Keepers knew this too… albeit too late.”

“Well,
I’m obviously not going to get a straight answer from you, am
I? Fine, doesn’t really matter to me. However, you mentioned
Vesta. I don’t care what you want from me, but if you don’t
stay away from her, you’ll be dealing with me.”

“Ha!
Like you scare me! Don’t worry though, Romeo. Karma already
warned me about touching her, mentally or physically. And I sure
won’t. Boss would kill me… so damn hard.”

“Karma?
Boss? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Mmmm…
wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Whatever. Just
tell me what you want with Vesta.”

“Eh? You
talkin’ about Prototype 2.2?”

Prototype 2.2?
What does she know about Vesta?!

“Lots. What I don’t
quite get is what Boss wants with her! She’s obviously
defective! Unless… I mean, she’s cute, I guess…
but I’m just as cute! And hell, I could do things that a normal
girl could never do. What’s so special about her?!”

Ken
suddenly wondered just how old she was after seeing her throw a
temper-tantrum. “Look, I’m sure you’ve got trouble
at home, but I’ve got no clue what the hell you’re
talking about. Now, what do you mean she’s defective? And who
the hell are you?!”

"Calm down... I don't really
have to tell you anything."

"Then why are
you?"

"Hmmm... because I enjoy seeing and hearing
your confusion."

"Why?"

"Do you
have a question for everything?"

"Look, just tell me
what you meant by calling her defective."

"Well,
it's because she's a prototype. Not her fault really."

"Stop
calling her that. It sounds like she's a lab-rat."

"Well,
she basically is! The two prototypes for each generation exist solely
for research. They're studied for how well the new serum type bonds
with them, and what kind of impact it has on them... boring stuff.
After they get all the data they need, they finish the refining
process, and pump out the six of that generation."

"So...
she was one of these 'test' cases?"

"Yup. And she
was one of the lucky ones who survived the bonding."

"So,
what's 'defective' about her? She seems normal enough to me."

"You
see her tail and ears? Not normal. She has no control over her
changing. It happens when it happens. From what I'd heard, she's
human when she's timid, she's half when she's relaxed, and she's
full-blown when she's provoked. 'Least, that's her normal
pattern."

Relaxed? Wow...

"Oh please.
Don't kid yourself."

"Shut up."

"Well,
regardless, she's not normal. She's broke."

"What do
you mean, 'changing'? You mean she can turn... more...
animal?"

"Yeah... Are you not following this
conversation at all?"

"Wait... Are you like her?
Half-Pokemon?"

"Wow... you sure are dense. Yes, you
moron."

"So, what are you?"

"I'm a
Haunter!" Her face beamed with pride at her
exclamation.

"Haunter? That would explain your
mind-reading bullshit."

"Oh, rest assured. I've got
other skills..."

"I'm sure."

"Oooh...
that was a real kinky thought. You really like me, don't
you?"

"Argh, quit doing that shit."

"Why?
You obviously think I'm cute... you're not with her... so what's
stopping you?"

"Just stop. I don't know
why."

"What, you think by holding on to your hopes,
she'll realize how much she'd like you, and you'll fall in love
happily ever after? Hah! Don't make me laugh. That's not how romance
works. You don't just fall in love with someone. It takes time, and
commitment from both parties involved. And I hate to break it to you,
but she doesn't have the foolish commitment that you do."

"Well
then, chalk it up to my silly idealism."

"You want a
girl who wants you to sweep her off her feet, huh?"

"Shit,
I'll settle for a girl who wants me."

"Liar. I'm
offering, and you're not taking."

"Yeah, like you're
being serious."

She was silent for a moment. "Haha...
yeah, you caught me. You're just a human after all."

"Look,
as much as I've enjoyed this conversation and all, you still haven't
told me exactly what the fuck you want with me."

"And
you really don't need to know."

"Then I hope you
don't mind leaving, because we're obviously through here."

"You're
in no position to tell me what to do. And this is gonna' be a boring
boat ride. Nah, I don't think we're done yet. Let's have some more
fun."

"Not happening."

"Oh, don't
worry. I understand that you don't wanna' fuck."

"Yikes,
you're a real lady aren't you?"

"Normally I am, but
you're being a real dick. So, now it's my turn. Let's play a game.
How about Hide-and-Seek? If you can find out where I am on the
ship... I'll leave you two alone. Just one rule: You leave her
asleep. This is just a game for you and me."

"What
the hell'd I do to you? And stop screwing around. I don't have time
for your stupid games."

"Fine. Have it your way. But
bear in mind. Every 20 minutes you don't find me, someone else
dies."

"What?! What the fuck are you talking
about?!"

"Glad to hear you'll be playing after
all."

With another playful giggle, she vanished from thin
air, not waiting to hear Kendrick's response.

"Shit! Is
she being serious?! She's not really going to start killing people
for fun... is she?"

You know she would. In fact, if
you think about it, she's probably starting the countdown with her
first victim. Meaning... she's already killed somebody.

Kendrick
suddenly felt an intense wave of nausea creeping up on him.

"I've
gotta' find her. I have to."

Ken burst out of his room,
and stood in the hallway.

It sure is dead-quiet...

Just
as he was determining where he should look for his mischievous new
friend first, he noticed an open door in his hallway. Without
hesitation, and while swallowing the fear of him impending discovery,
he dashed for the doorway to see what had happened.

Upon
opening the door, he knew he had been right. Inside, an elderly
gentleman sat peacefully in his chair, resting his head on the table,
and prominently displaying the massive hole in the back of his head.
As he crept closer to the body, he noticed the man was half-holding a
revolver in his hand, and was positive he had shot himself.

"Are
you fucking kidding me?! 'Assisted' suicide?! This isn't fucking
good... not a bit. I thought she could just read my mind... what if
she could control it...?"

Yeah, you sure are fucked,
huh?

"Shit... no good leaving now."

Ken
crept closer towards the slumped over body, despite the fact that
everything in his soul was telling him to get help.

Well,
she's playing a game, right? That means she'd have left some kind of
clues or something.

"So... all I've gotta' do is find
her. And quick. Better get busy. This bitch means business."

He
looked around the man's room, careful not to mess with anything in
the room. After determining that the man was truly dead, and noticing
that the rest of the room was remarkably clean compared to what he
would've expected, he figured whatever there was to find would be on
the man's person. He grudgingly reached into the man's coat pockets,
hoping to find what he was looking for.

"Jackpot."

He
pulled a crumpled up note out of the man's pocket, and after putting
all of his dread aside, opened it up to read it.

"Oooh...
good job. You found the first one! Doesn't it feel good to know
that's you're getting closer to winning?! Okay, the next place I'm
going to be... How about, in the hallway closest to the Captain' s
Room? Yeah, I remember there was a real bitchy human in one of the
rooms up there. A real obnoxious one. You know the kind? They think
they're God's gift to Mankind. Why don't I try making her wish God
had chosen another...?"

Ken's voice trailed off as he
finished her note, and he felt his stomach knot up tight.

"I've
gotta' stop this shit now. Does she really think people's lives are a
fucking game?"

It almost would've been better if you'd
just slept with her, huh?

"Yeah, right. And forgotten
about Vesta? I wish I could..."

Why not? It's not like
she's shown that she cares back. All of the girls in this world, and
you'd choose the one who doesn't seem to care? Maybe that Jazmine
girl was right.

"Yeah... I know. Ahh, fuck it! I
don't have time for this!"

He launched himself out of the
room, and raced towards the VIP deck of the ship. As he reached the
floor, he silently cursed that the bouncer in charge of the floor was
nowhere to be found. When he finally came across the hallway
Jazmine's note had mentioned, he saw a door open slightly, in much
the same way as the first. Now, whether fully caught up in his hunt
or more confident upon learning the rules of this new engagement,
Ken's fear was all but gone, replaced with the drive to stop his new
acquaintance.

As he flung open the door, bursting into the
room, he began to realize he should've calmed down a bit first.

He
now stood in the center of the cabin, staring at a woman who'd
apparently just gotten out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel
wrapped around her hair.

"Ahh, shit! I'm so sorry!"

"Oh?
What's the matter? You want pictures of me? Fine, if you
must..."

"What? What the hell are you talking
about?"

"You're not with the media? Then, if I may
ask... what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Media?
Look, I came in because I was scared you'd been..."

"Scared
I'd been what?"

"Killed..."

"Why
would somebody want to kill me?" As she sat down at an elaborate
mirror along the wall, she began to worry about her makeup, seemingly
unfazed by the man who had just entered her room.

"More
importantly... why haven't they?"

It's been more than
20 minutes now. She wouldn't just give up.

"Shit, I'm
in the wrong room!"

He made for the door, but was stopped
by the woman's voice.

"Leaving so soon? But you've just
got here... hell, I'm already undressed."

"What?!"

He
swiveled his head to get a better look at the woman, who was now
using a curling iron on her hair. "I said, why're you leaving so
soon? Don't you want to have some fun first?"

The
realization washed over him like a wave. The woman had already met
Jazmine. "Fuck! Jazmine, I know you're in here!"

"Who're
you talking about?"

"Jazmine! Quit your shit!"

"I
don't know who you're referring to, but I'm getting a bit
uncomfortable with you around now."

"Fuck you!
Jazmine, if you don't quit, you're going to pay."

"Look,
I'm sure you're angry at this woman for something, but I'd imagine
she's not very scared of you. It almost sounds like you're trying to
scold her... like she's a child. You do realize she's more than
likely not a child, don't you? I mean, could a child come up with
loopholes in her orders like her? She was instructed not to touch
Prototype 2.2, but nothing was said about somebody else doing it. If
I were her, I'd teach you a lesson."

"Stay away from
Vesta!" Ken's face was red with anger.

"You really
don't know how this game's being played, do you? I should remind you
of the rules, then strip away this woman you hold so dear... for some
damn reason."

No sooner had Kendrick opened his mouth
than had the woman taken the curling iron in her hands, and plunged
it into her chest, spilling blood everywhere. The woman collapsed on
her back, not moving. Ken covered his nose with his shirt as the hot
iron seared the flesh around the wound, and melded the different
tissues in her body together with heat.

Fuck... nothing
beats the smell of a burnt heart, eh?

Grimacing from a
combination of his poor sense of humor and the smell, Kendrick fought
to maintain his focus, then left the second dead body he'd seen
today.

"I can't let her do anything else! She's out of
fucking control!"

Upon reaching her cabin, he noticed
that the door wasn't open yet.

"Is she not here
yet?"

Don't be stupid. She could be anywhere. For all
you know, she can walk through fucking walls.

After
deciding it was better to stop Jazmine before she got the chance, he
cracked open her door and peered inside. He saw Vesta laying on the
bed, seemingly motionless. He took another cautious step into her
room, and saw that it had been a good idea to be careful this time.
His face flushed when he realized she was wearing nothing but his
shirt, tail wrapped around her leg, and was moving strangely on her
bed. When he saw what she was doing with her hand, he knew he was in
trouble if she caught him. He slipped back out of her room, and
noticed that he'd been holding his breath the entire time. He gasped
for air and began to process what he'd just walked in on Vesta
doing.

"Holy shit..."

What the hell is
wrong with you?! Chances don't get much easier than that! She's all
ready to go!

"But, it wouldn't be right..."

What's
not right about it?! Come on, be a man! Take control! She's asking
for it!

"But..."

Even as he struggled
with his own conscience, he felt himself drawn back to Vesta's room.
He opened the door once more to get another look, and saw that she'd
changed positions. She was now on all fours on her bed, head down on
the pillows, biting into one, and using the tip of her tail in place
of her hands. Ken shut the door again.

"Jesus... she's so
damn hot..."

Then what the fuck are you waiting for?
Get your ass in there and show her a good time!

"But...
she's not like that. Besides, she really doesn't like me anyways...
right?"

Fuck! You're just making excuses! If you don't
think you have a chance with her, why the fuck did you pass me up
then?!

"What the hell...?"

Oops...

Kendrick
left Vesta's door, and darted into his own. After slamming the door,
he walked over to his mirror and stared at himself.

"Jazmine,
if you're in my fucking head, get out now."

He saw her
appear behind him in the mirror, grinning wildly from ear to
ear.

"So, you actually found me? I'm impressed. I've
played that game with several other men, and all died long before
they learned the truth."

"Which is?"

"That
they'd never actually moved from the spot I left them in. I'll go
ahead and save you the confusion right now. Everything that's
happened since we started playing, wasn't real. I was actually
instructed long beforehand to not cause any kind of a scene. So,
nobody's really died yet."

"What the hell do you
mean, 'yet'?"

"I mean exactly what it sounds like,
all of you humans will die eventually."

"Give me
your hand. I want to show you something."

"What? Why
should I?"

"Because you're superior. There's nothing
I can do to hurt you, right? So why not just let me show you a
trick?"

"...okay."

He took Jazmine's
hand into his own, and was surprised by how warm it actually was. As
he held her hand, he bit his hand until he drew blood, then did the
same for Jazmine.

"Ouch! What the fuck is your
problem?!"

"Shut up. Look at our hands."

She
did as she was told. "What about 'em?"

"Our
blood... is the same color."

"And?"

"If
we both bleed, and our blood looks the same... then I've gotta'
believe all of this superiority you keep mentioning is purely a
mental trick you're playing on yourself."

"What...?"

"We're
not very different. You've just got some different abilities. There's
nothing inferior about others though."

"Shut up! You
don't know what you're talking about! I've seen the differences. You
humans all want the same things, and power is always at the root of
it all. You're not satisfied with just living your lives... no.
You've gotta' live them in constant competition, and damn who gets
hurt along the way. I've heard every ugly thought you humans think,
and I especially know how most people view those who're different
than them. You're all disgusting."

"But my point
remains. It's not what's on the outside of us. It's what's on our
insides."

"Shut up!" As she screamed, she
injected herself back into Ken's mind, and began clustering his
thoughts with more of his own, as well as some of hers. His mind
raced to a dangerous extent, and he was struggling merely to maintain
consciousness.

"What the hell are you doing to
me?!"

"I'm checking just how deep I can go down into
your brain. What's the matter? Does it hurt? Too damn
bad..."

Suddenly, the rush of thoughts ceased, and Ken
saw Jazmine's face, twisted in some form of fear or comprehension.
Almost like the face of a child hearing tales of the monsters
underneath their bed... a face of fear, and incredible
disbelief.

"What is it? What's the matter with
you?"

"What... what was that...?"

"What
was what?"

"Inside... I saw it... it saw me... WHAT
THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

As she screamed, the sound
reverberated inside of his head, and he fell to the floor, writhing
in pain. Left with no time to think, he sunk his teeth deep into his
hand to ease his pain, only to discover Jazmine really could feel
everything he could. As the two caused each other more and more pain
from the feedback in Ken's head, they both ended up on the floor, and
blacked
out.

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When
Ken finally came to, he was laying on his bed, with Jazmine asleep at
his side, with no clue how they got there. He gave her a shove to
wake her up, and waited until she fully regained awareness.

He
threw his head back onto his pillow. "So, you mind telling me
what the fuck just happened back there?"

"I'm... not
sure. I went too deep into your head... and our minds temporarily
joined... I think."

"Not that. That really doesn't
matter to me. I meant, what the hell scared you so badly?"

Her
face turned more serious than he'd seen it yet, and he knew she
wasn't in the mood for her silly games anymore.

"You...
aren't right. Something's not right with you. I need to leave..."

He
grabbed her arm, and didn't intend to let go until he got the answer
he wanted. At least, not until he saw Vesta standing in his doorway,
staring at him in bed with a woman she didn't know.

She left
without saying a thing, and Ken let go of Jazmine to try and stop
her. As soon as he did, Jazmine disappeared again.

"Wait!
Vesta! Jazmine! Aww... FUCK!"

He crashed back onto his
bed again, and stared at the ceiling, desperately trying to make
sense of everything that had just
happened.

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Jazmine
was walking to Boss's chamber, head hung low, wondering how she was
going to explain what had happened.

As she entered the room,
she saw his silhouette through the dim lighting, sitting behind his
massive desk, watching her make her way to him.

"Jazmine.
How'd it go?" His tone was violent and sarcastic.

"It's
not how it sounds, Master!"

"Silence! I specifically
told you not to make a scene!"

"Yes, Master! And I
didn't!"

"Then why, in the FUCK, did somebody get
murdered on that ship?!"

"I don't know how... but I
do know who. In my report... I mentioned it."

"That
bullshit I read about the boy's psyche? You're being blinded by your
own damn personal interest."

"What...?"

"You
heard me. You like the boy. You've built this glorified image of him
in your brain. You dug too deep, and you found the same shit you find
in everyone's head. The ugly side. Simple as that."

"No!
This is different! There's something very wrong with him! The side I
saw... inside him... that's not the guy he really is! Something else
is in there! I'm telling you!"

"Your opinion is
noted. And that's all it is. Until I see some proof myself, you're
going to have to deal with the fact that I don't believe you. You're
dismissed."

Jazmine turned and ran out the door, fighting
back the tears in her eyes.

"I know what I saw... and I
know what he did. But... why? How could he, of all people... kill
her?"
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