Vindicator
Part 5
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Kelly’s head tilted. “There’s no way.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “That’s what Rachel said, until she went up there and saw the fog’s not a whirling pea soup anymore. She can conduct her investigation a lot more easily now, or that’s what she says, anyway. That’s all the proof she needs to know something happened up there when I went back for Gastly.”
“You’re going to tell me you’re convinced you caught an actual bona fide ghost? Really?”
“Fine, tell it to her, then.” Jason pointed at the sixth ball on his belt. “Maybe if you convince her there’s no way, it might actually be the truth.”
“Then show me.”
He shook his head. “Not here. We need to get away from Lavender Town and somewhere there’s not gonna be a whole lot of people and Pokémon hanging around.”
“Jason, if there aren’t people around, you’re going to find a plethora of Pokémon. Or did you think wildlife was just something that happens in other corners of the world?”
“I’m talking about ones that won’t pose a threat. We head into some woods or something, there’ll just be bugs and stuff. We’re not gonna run into anything she’ll freak out at. And it should probably be at night, too. I dunno what daylight does to her but I’m not sure I wanna find out.”
Kelly’s jaw was flexing. “You sound completely deluded right now, you know that? I mean, you should hear yourself right now, it’s really something.”
“You’re stuck with me, I think you can afford to wait a few hours until nightfall to find out what I’m bringing with us.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” she scoffed. She got to her feet, winced slightly, and leaned on her left foot more heavily than the right – she nearly toppled forward and into Jason, but managed to right herself before following through that potentially embarrassing trajectory.
Jason’s mask of irritation at Kelly cracked slightly at the sight of her stumble. “How’s your leg?”
“They gave me something for the swelling,” she answered, “said that was all I really needed. That and maybe a few hours off my feet, which I’ll get once we get some sleep. I should be fine tomorrow.”
“And your Ponyta?”
“She’ll be fine, too.” Kelly snorted. “Took her less time to heal up than it’s gonna take me. Wish they had the same resources for humans that they do for Pokémon.”
“We don’t heal up quite that fast even with assistance,” Jason remarked. “But physical stuff heals up easy enough. It’s what’s up here...” He tapped his temple. “That stuff doesn’t go away quite so easily.”
“Whatever.” She glanced at the local clock. “It’s not even mid-day but I think you’ve got all the adventure you came for. I know I have. So what’re you gonna do now?”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “I’m assuming you’re going to say ‘wrong answer’ if I say anything other than ‘leave Lavender Town and go catch more Pokémon’.”
“And we have a winner.” She started towards the door, a heavy limp in her step. “Let’s get going. We both have some work to do.”
“You might be surprised to find I actually agree with you on that one,” he remarked, as he followed behind.
“What’s that, now?” She stopped and looked at him askance. “I’m not sure I heard that properly.”
“And that tells me you definitely did,” he responded, “not that you should get used to it or anything. But it’s not just a matter of capturing and training anymore... I’ve got some gyms to visit.”
She frowned. “Gyms?”
He gestured to the door and took the lead. “C’mon, I’ll tell you more about it.”
–
They traveled a fair distance beyond the edge of town; while they moved, Jason described to Kelly the illusions presented to him as rationally, concisely, and accurately as he could. He told her of the two thugs who had burned Kangaskhan alive and the “boss” who had ostensibly instructed them to do it. His description was met with consistent – though not unexpected – interruption from his companion, who spent most of her energy on questioning his sanity and the plausibility of the tale he was spinning. But he exercised as much patience as he could in the endeavor, and though it was more difficult than walking waist-deep in quicksand, he eventually got to the end of the tale – the culmination in which he realized that the murder had taken place in a Pokémon gym.
“And you think you’re just going to find this supposed murder scene by walking into a few gyms?” Kelly inquired. “I’m interested to find out exactly how you’re planning to accomplish that. Or where it’s going to lead.”
Jason shrugged. “What? Any old trainer can walk into a gym, it’s open-door policy for people with these.” He gripped his belt and shook it for emphasis. “I figure I go in, take a look around, see if it looks anything like what I saw in the picture...”
She stared at him for a moment, then let out a scorning laugh. “Just how naive are you?”
He bristled. “What’re you talking about?”
“You only go walking into a Pokémon gym to challenge people inside, and usually the gym leader at that. You want to take on other trainers in there, fine, but you better be ready to get your Pokémon beaten up and broken down, Gyarados or no Gyarados.”
“I’ve lost my fair share of matches, I’ll have you know,” he returned. “Just ‘cause I have a Gyarados doesn’t mean I’m going into any match feeling invincible.”
“Good for you. But you’re not just gonna set foot in a gym and glance around, then pop back out. That’s not the open-door policy for trainers they had in mind.”
“I’ll bet you they also didn’t set up gyms to murder Pokémon in, either,” he shot back. “I promised her I was gonna help her take care of this. This is how I’m gonna do it. Don’t think I’m gonna neglect the job I was given, I’ll do it, but I’m gonna do this, too. I’m gonna keep my promises.”
She came to a stop near the town sign and reached out a hand to brace herself against it, taking weight off her right foot. She looked hard at him for a long moment, prompting him to frown slightly. “What?”
“You really mean that.”
He blinked. “Uh. Yeah, of course I mean that. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m not sure. But whatever’s got hold of you now, I can tell, you really believe in it.” She tilted her head to one side. “Whether you made it up or not, you’re not gonna let this one out of your teeth until it’s straightened out.”
“Better believe it,” he responded. “And I’m not gonna let you or anyone else talk me out of it, either.”
“Then you’re going to have to start challenging Pokémon gyms. And you might have a problem there.”
“What’s that?”
She leveled a small smirk at him. “I think I have you pegged better than you say I do. You had to have run away from home to be in the situation you were in when you arrived at Professor Oak’s lab. And you don’t want your family to find you. But let’s assume you start challenging gyms and win – then you’ll start making a name for yourself. And sooner or later your folks will hear that name. Not terribly creative, just changing the spelling and not the actual name.”
“You’re assuming a lot.” But she’s right, he thought. That’s a complication I hadn’t thought about.
“Maybe. But I don’t think it’s too far off the mark.” Her head lolled to the other side. “So I guess the question is, can you handle what’s liable to come your way if you actually get what you’re after? For that matter, what are you after?”
“What I promised Kangaskhan I’d go after, of course,” he answered, a little hotly. “Her killers. And find her baby, too. Poor thing’s gotta be terrified out of her wits.”
“And what are you planning to do with the baby when you find her? What about the killers?”
“I’ll get the baby to Professor Oak’s lab. You made a reasonable point before about the Pokémon we capture – they go there and live great lives. She’d definitely be better off there than she is in the hands of that ‘boss’. And as for the killers...” He shrugged. “I really don’t know. But something has to happen with them.”
“Like?”
“Will you just get off me about it for three seconds?” he snapped. “I can’t think up every single little detail of a plan right on the spot! Come to think of it, listening to you talk, I can’t think, period!”
But whereas such remarks had worked on her before, she wouldn’t be deterred this time. “Look,” she said firmly, “if all this happened the way you say it did, I’m all for going after whoever did it. We might have different ideas about how to raise and train Pokémon, but we can get together on you don’t douse them in gasoline and kill them. But you have to think about what you’re going to do with them once you catch them. Do you have any evidence, or are you going to make them confess?”
“It doesn’t matter, okay?” he barked. “All I know is this Kangaskhan is hurting bad, and I wanna help her. She didn’t deserve what happened to her, and the people that did it have to pay for it somehow!”
“Jason!”
He buried both hands in his hair and groaned loudly. “What?”
“Listen to me now, damn it.” She hobbled towards him and stood directly in front of him, staring straight into his eyes. “You’re right, okay?”
“Then why the hell are you attacking me with all these questions about what I’m gonna do next?”
“Because it’s what you need to think about the most. You can’t just go running off on some harebrained quest for vengeance. If you think you can, you watch way too much television. You’ve got to figure out what your plan is going to be, or there’s no point in doing it.”
“Well, since you’ve got it all figured out, what would you do?” he asked.
“Start from the beginning,” she said, in a voice that almost sounded reasonable. “You said the guys who did it told their boss ‘it’s not like we were going to leave her in the gym’, right? So obviously it had to happen in one – but which one? Did you see any details or anything that could give you a hint, instead of just running into one gym after another?”
Jason shook his head. “No, just one light in the background. It was so bright the other guys were basically shadows. I couldn’t see a single face. All I got was their voices. But it was enough to hear.”
“If you heard their voices again, would you be able to identify them?”
“I’d say chances are, even if I couldn’t, Kangaskhan could. Pokémon are more sensitive to the differences in people than we are.”
“And that’s what you’re going to need.” She pointed at Kangaskhan’s Dusk Ball. “You’ve got something in there, and it’s definitely mad, Kangaskhan or no. It’s going to want to look for the ‘bad guys’. Obviously you can’t let it out until the time is right... but it’s been able to connect with other Ghost-Types in the tower. It has to have. They have connections like Psychic-Types can establish, just in their own way. Sharing of information and the like. Make sense?”
Jason gave her a slow nod.
“So... we keep Gastly and Haunter out with us when we’re nearing a gym. We have them look around, see if they can find any clues to hook us up with. If they get something, we’ll chase it down. If not, there’s no point looking for trouble. Sound fair?”
“All except this – I’m still going to want to see the insides of the gyms we’re visiting. Just because the guys who did it might not be around doesn’t mean it won’t be the place we’re looking for.”
She let out a long sigh. “Then you’re going to have to get yourself ready to compete. And whatever it is you’re hiding from, you’d better get ready to face up to it sooner or later, ‘cause you start battling in gyms now and your name’s going to come up in conversations outside of our earshot.”
“I’ll deal with that when the time comes to deal with that. But since that time isn’t now, I don’t think it’s something I need to worry about just yet.” He crossed his arms. “You still haven’t come up with a better solution as to what we do with the guys who did it, when we find them. We get Gastly and Haunter to tell us if they’re around – so what if they are?”
“I rather figured by that point you’d let instinct take over,” she remarked, “which, if I know you, would most likely involve letting out your Kangaskhan and using it to scare them to death. Or beat them to within half an inch of their lives. Or whatever your sense of ‘justice’ is at that point.”
“You said that’s not how it goes in ‘real life’.”
“Yeah, well, I’d be lying if I said I could think of an easy alternative. Best one I can think of, though, is to scare them so witless that they confess to what they did to spare themselves something worse happening.”
Jason snorted. “That actually might be easier than it sounds like it is. The one sounded like a meathead, and the other seemed sort of... I dunno, hesitant. Like he really didn’t want to do it, but only did it ‘cause he was told to. Only thing is, the boss told them to do it – and I’ll bet he’d be a lot harder to crack than the other two idiots.”
“It’s the two that’ll be the first concern, they’re the ones who actually did it. If you can get them to implicate him, then he’ll get in major trouble, too, one way or another. You might not even need this Kangaskhan of yours to scare him.”
He let out a breath. “Right. Okay. That makes sense.”
“Good.” She bobbed her head once. “There. We have a plan. And it only took a few minutes of chatter. See how easy that was?”
He narrowed his eyes at her as he turned towards the path and continued east, away from town. “Talk me through things, sure. But try and cut down on the patronizing stuff. I’ve gotten a pretty full stomach on that already.”
“High-calorie stuff,” she snickered, following suit. “Burn it off by learning how not to be a knucklehead. It takes some doing, but I believe in you.”
“I’m so glad.”
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That evening, they set up camp in a field just off the beaten path that was Route 7, heading in the direction of Saffron City. Dusk had already fallen, leaving only a few stubborn streaks of sunlight to blaze for a final minute across the darkening, cloud-dotted sky. Jason had just completed constructing his tent when Kelly got the campfire established – partly thanks to her stick-gathering capabilities, and partly thanks to her Ponyta, whose Ember attack did more than just ward off unfriendly Pokémon. Jason was quick to note that she had yet to build her own tent, and he raised an eyebrow. “You do have shelter, right?”
She scowled over her shoulder. “I’m not a complete imbecile, you know. It’s important to have both shelter and a fire, and in case of emergency, yours can accommodate the both of us.”
“You’re not serious.”
“Hey, I can suck it up if you can.” She sized him up. “Not that I would expect you to know what it’s like to have a girl that close, but still...”
“Cute,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. He eyed her Ponyta, who was munching on local grass – and being very careful to keep from setting said grass aflame. Then he glanced at her belt. “You know, besides your Ponyta and your recently caught Haunter, I don’t think I’m acquainted with the rest of your team. Interested in introductions?”
She shrugged. “Not much point. You’re likely to see them in battle anyway. I told you I have a ton of training to do.”
“Yeah, but if we’re gonna be training together, we may as well show off a little, right?”
She scoffed, not even bothering to cast a glance in his direction. “Showing off is for people amped up on energy drinks, high protein diets, and testosterone. What you and I do isn’t anywhere near that. But don’t let me stop you if you want to succumb to the manly urge to demonstrate your supposedly superior power. I can assure you I won’t be all that impressed, especially since I’m already familiar with your roster.”
“Not this one, you’re not. Meet Kangaskhan.”
She turned her head just in time to see Jason launch a Dusk Ball high into the air. Orange light spilled out, but as it did, there was also a jet of purple-black smoke that wreathed about the energy beam, like a rain cloud had somehow been caught and pressurized inside the ball along with its contents. When the energized mass struck the ground, it and the smog wrapped about each other and together they congealed into an even darker cloud that seemed to be trying to take a specific shape.
“It’s all right,” Jason coaxed, and it took Kelly a moment to realize he wasn’t talking to her. “You can do it. No light, no distractions, just us. Show yourself to us.” Then he lobbed another Dusk Ball, releasing the other ghost at his disposal. “Gastly, I don’t know if you can, but see if you can help her out, here.”
“Gaas-gastly...”
Kelly saw a slightly sinister red glow in her periphery, but she didn’t take her eyes off what was directly in front of her – and the roiling cloud that hovered there sprouted legs and arms, and a tail, and a head... and then it was solid, a creature made not of vapor but of flesh and bone. Or, at least, that’s certainly what it looked like.
“Khaaan...”
Narrow eyes in Kangaskhan’s broad visage registered that there was a stranger amidst the group... and perhaps they even registered that it was a stranger it had earlier sent packing down a staircase, because the first motion it made was to take a single step in Kelly’s direction.
She would have been inclined to scream and run as fast as her legs could carry her, were she not completely riveted by what she had just witnessed. As it was, she was fastened in place – though whether by the creature in front of her or by her own fear, she wouldn’t have been able to say.
Jason saw it too, and he stepped in between the two of them and spread his arms wide. “Whoa, whoa,” he said, keeping both eyes on Kangaskhan. “She’s not gonna hurt you. You really think she could? You think I could? We’re not here for that. She travels with me, so you’re gonna see plenty of her.”
Kangaskhan came to a halt the moment Jason was there, and it tilted its head as it listened to him. A moment’s consideration, and its shoulders sagged in a heaving sigh that blew no real air at him. “Khaaan...”
“Yeah, I know, no great thrill to me, either.” He let out a wry chuckle. “You gonna be okay?”
“Kangaskhan.” Its mouth still did not move, but the tone was clear – there would be no problem... as long as no one created a problem for it.
Only then did Jason turn his head halfway away from Kangaskhan to spy Kelly out of the corner of one eye. “How about you? You all right back there?”
“I, uh...” She pressed her lips together and swallowed hard, taking a moment to properly locate her voice before attempting to use it again. “I think so.”
He looked at her for another moment, unsure of how to respond. Finally, he said, “Good.” Then he turned back to Kangaskhan and tentatively removed the other capture balls from his belt, one at a time. “All right, Kangaskhan. Time for you to meet the rest of the gang.”
–
The introduction of Paras, Rattata, and Spearow to Kangaskhan was met mostly with indifference from the much larger Pokémon. To their credit, Jason’s other companions did not demonstrate any visible signs of fear or intimidation regarding Kangaskhan; then again, what reason would they have when they were all – supposedly – on the same side?
But Gyarados was a different matter, as Jason had feared it might be. When the giant sea serpent emerged from its Poké Ball and looked Kangaskhan in the eyes, it loosed a frightful roar that resounded through the night air, and it was met with a howl from the ghostly creature that was no less agitated.
Jason’s instant response was to whip out both Gyarados’ Poké Ball and Kangaskhan’s Dusk Ball, and recall them to the recesses of those devices. His heart was pounding in his ears as two energy bolts speared out and struck his Pokémon to draw them back inside; mercifully, they offered him no resistance, but he nevertheless miniaturized them both and stuffed them back into his belt as quickly as possible.
He might have considered the look on Kelly’s face – one of abject horror – priceless were it not for the fact that he felt exactly how she looked. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Don’t do that again, right?”
By this point, she had found her tongue... and her wit. “That doesn’t even merit a response.” She reached tentatively into her backpack and withdrew a pen and a notebook, what Jason now understood to be her log on her Pokémon. Without looking at him, she asked, “So what now?”
“Now?” He shrugged. “Now we get ourselves some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll move on to Saffron City and hit the gym there.”
“You’ll have to register at the local Pokémon Center,” she reminded him. “You need to let them know you’re going professionally competitive, so they can expect to see you a little more often and give you priority when you come in.”
He blinked. “I wouldn’t have priority with a team of wounded Pokémon?”
“Teams of wounded Pokémon come in to Pokémon Centers all the time, that’s what they’re there for,” she remarked. “But the ones that just get in from gym battles are expected to have been brutalized a bit worse than your standard territorial dust-up or menial battles with bug catchers. Pokémon Centers are funded by the leagues in which they serve, so wouldn’t it make sense that they’d put a priority on the Pokémon that compete in the forums that get them their money?”
He climbed into his tent and sat down on his bedroll. “I guess that does make sense,” he admitted.
“Good. Anything else I can educate you on?”
That earned a scoff from him. “I think I’m good for now, thanks. I’m going to bed.”
“Right. Like you’re going to actually sleep while you have a Kangaskhan’s ghost as part of your team.”
He let out a wry chuckle as he laid back. “So you’re admitting it for what it is after all, huh?”
“I call it like I see it. And I’ve never seen anything like that before. I’ll be happy if I never see anything like it again. But that’s not my problem... my problem is you dealing with having her on your team.”
“That’s more my problem than yours,” he responded. “Don’t worry about it. I walked into this one, so anything that happens is gonna be on my head.”
“Well, you can say to me you understand that,” she returned, “but that doesn’t mean you know what you’re walking into. It might be something bigger even than she can handle.”
“Good thing we have you along, then.” He rolled onto his side. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
He didn’t see her watch him a moment longer... nor did he hear her whisper. “Hope so.”
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© Matt Morwell, 2011