Sanctuary kings.
#1 of Pokemon.
In a city full of murder, two Pokemon named Jerome and Terry set out find the real person who is killing off the Pokemon so far.
Prologue:
As me and Jerome were unpacked our boxes, I smiled and breathed deeply that our new house smelt like the rainforest.
" Well, Jerome," I said. "Maybe we'll stay here for a while." My flygon roommate nodded and finished the last box. Hello, my dudes. It's me, Terry Talonflame. You may know a few other Talonflame like my father, but that's a different story.
Me and my roommate Jerome had just moved here after my uncle had decided that I sell the house. I didn't forget the TV because I know how much Jerome likes it.
"Terry," he said as he waved his hand in my face because I was in a daze here, people. "Where do I put this?"
"Put it in the room, I'll deal with that later," I told him. As I plugged in all the cords to our TF, I turned it on to watch the news.
"Breaking news," the news reporter said. I smiled for some real action because what I had to live through was Jerome telling me what had happened to him when he was young.
"There was a shaymin who was slaughtered at a mansion." I gasped and called for Jerome to come into the living room. "Some say that she's either committed suicide or a poke-snatcher did this, but we may never know."
"A shaymin?" I cried and started to panic. "Our shaymin friend! She's dead!" Then a picture of her body was covered in blood and her head dismantled.
"I guess we have a job on our hands, Jerome!" I said. We both ran out of the house and set out to find the true murderer.