Redemption (Chapter Three)
#3 of Redemption
Redemption
_ Chapter Three_
Sorry for the long wait things have been a little hectic for me. The upcoming holiday, major school work, S.A.J (Finished) and Loves Embrace I haven't got much done on it. Here's the next segment of JD's life enjoy!
I lean back against the door resting my arms on my knee's staring at the cluttered room. I really need to get these boxes properly organized.
*Knock Knock*
"Boy. I need to talk to ya."
I shake my head sighing. Will I ever get a break? Getting to my feet I turn around and grab the handle and twist it. I push the door open and look up. Hoss stood there his hand in his pants pockets.
"JD get that apron off. Your off the clock."
I stare at him. What the hell did he mean I was off the clock?
"Boss what do you mean? I still have six hours left."
"Your taking a month long vacation. I need Brad here to keep him preoccupied when Sarah leaves town to vist family. He needs to learn how to run this place when I retire. You've been working for three years straight with no vacation. I'am not asking I'am telling you to take a month off."
I turn around and shut the door. Damn another one of those vacation talks. How many times did I have to say it till it becames clear to everyone? I don't need or want a damn vacation, all I need is something to do and I'm set.
"Also I need you take this cash and head over to Jared's. I placed a special order for something very importent there. This should cover the entire cost and more."
I turn around and he hands a large envolope to me. I look at it then at him. What the fuck was going on?
"There might be some extra. You know what to do if there is."
He turns around and walks off. I look down at the envolope and shake my head. What the hell could be so importent at Jared's that he would hand me an envolope of cash? And what did he mean the I knew what to do with any leftover money? Sighing I untie the apron and walk to the front door.
Brad was busy cleaning the expresso machine; I walk past dropping the apron on the counter next to him. I head towards the door tucking the envolope under my arm.
"Boy. If your heading to Ronalds take Maxy with ya. He's been wanting to see that Ninetales over there."
I raise my hand and wave.
"Ya ya. I've was heading there later today. Come on Maxy lets go and no tricks either."
I push open the douple doors and walk outside, suddenly Maxy rushes underneath me. I fall back my head smacking the densely packed snow.
"GAH. God damn it Maxy." I mutter. Lifting my head I feel the back of my skull. No warm liquid or anything. Slowly I pick myself up dusting the snow off my clothes.
"JD are you all right?"
Turning around I see Brad looking at me the apron in his left hand. I nod and pick up the envolope from off the ground. I still wasn't going to talk to him, even if he was asking if I was all right. Getting drunk and making fun of me not having a Pokemon. I could deal with the not having a Pokemon part but still it was uncalled for.
I start walking away towards the center of town Maxy trotting along ahead of me. Placing my right hand in my jeans pocket I tilt my head back closing my eyes. The blistering winter wind rushes past burning my bare skin. The dead of winter and here I was with only a T-shirt and jeans. Tourists would think I had a death wish or something if they saw me.
Then again I did like the feeling. It somehow reminded me of something although it was something I'd clearly forgotten. I open my eyes looking around, several shops marked both sides of the street. I stop noticing something swinging above me. It was a sign in the shape of a Pokeball with bold printed letters.
Fredrick's Custom Made Pokeballs. The best for your family and friends.
I look down and move towards the building to my left. Stopping in front of the window I look in at the numerious pokeballs dotting the shelfs and counters. When I finally get my pokemon I'am going to get its Pokeball from here. Fredrick had the best custom made Pokeballs in the region. I scan the store suddenly something caught my eye. In a display case sat the most beautiful Pokeball I've ever seen. It's upper half was crimson red while the lower half was completely pitch black, the button in the center was a mixture of the two colors.
I press my hands against the glass. That was it, that was the Pokeball for my first Pokemon. I looked down at the price tag attached to the ball.
$7000
My heart sank. 7000 dollars? No ball should cost that much. I look back up the ball; it was a beautiful ball too. Moving back from the glass I shake my head sighing.
"Maybe one day."
Suddenly something wet presses against my hand. I look over and smile placing my hand on his head rufling his fur.
"Thanks Maxy. Come on lets go."
He smiles waging his tail. I look down at the envolope in my left hand and sigh.
"Better tend to this before I forget."
I turn around and start walking deeper into town. We pass several other stores occasionally stopping to say hello to the other townsfolk. At one of the stores I decide to stop and look at one of the jackets they had for sale. I notice a black and blue jacket in the widow of the store. I can't help to thing that it would a nice jacket to buy to keep me warm. I brush away the thought and continue towards the center of town. After a few minutes I stop and look around.
"Well we should almost be th-"
Suddenly the wind kicks up and Maxy howls then darts down the road. I stare at him for a second then start running after him.
"MAXY WAIT!"
God damn it what was wrong with that Arcanine? He turns the corner as I start to run faster each breath burning from the freezing mountain air; I turn the corner and stop. He disappeared. What the hell... where did he go?
I walk forwards looking to the left and right scanning each alley. When I get my hands on that Arcanine I'm going to.
"I SAID ALL OF IT OLD MAN"
I stop and duck into a alley. Cautiously I lean out of the alley and look into the window of the store next to me. Four people where inside, a man and a women were holding a old man by the arms, a taller man was holding up the old mans head with his hand. The last one a man was scooping jewerly into a burlap sack. The two holding the man and the one grabbing the jewels wore black uniforms while the one holding the older mans head wore a white uniform, they uniforms each have a large red letter on the front of the uniforms but I cant make it out. I lean back into the alley. What am I going to do? There's no way I can fight them and the police station was a three minute run from here. Slowly I lean out more trying to get a better view of the inside.There were no Pokemon with the robbers that I could see. I look up at the writing on the window. The store was Jared's!
Suddenly something came down on my head. I reach up trying to get what ever it was off. Something sharp poked my spine.
"I'd be still if I was you."
The voice was deep and gruff. I stop and lower my hands to my sides. They yank the envolope from my hand and starts dragging me back into the alley.
"Arms out, against the wall."
Reluctantly I step forward until I feel the cold stone against mmy body and spead out my arms. The robber then starts patting me down probably searching for hidden items.
"Turn around and hands on your head."
I complie and turn around placing both hands on the back on my head. They place their hand on my back pushing me forward. The bag reeks of some foul odor and badly itched. I step forward onto a small step, they must be pushing me into the store.
"Boss look what I found."
I stop and everything went silent.
"Pah. Set him down over there with the rest of them." His voice wasn't as deep as the guy who jumped me but still dark.
The person pushed on my back again steering me futher into the room. I continue walking until the person released me kicking the back on my knees. I drop to the floor and groan it felt the numerious little razors were cutting into my knee caps. He must of dropped me on some broken glass.
"Now be still or we'll be down one hostage."
There were more hosages? I groan and close my eyes trying to judge where the robbers where by sound.
"Whats with the envolope?" The voice wasn't as deep as the guy who jumped me. He sounded on the other side of the room.
"Don't know. This guy had it on him." The guy sounded as if he was behind me. There was a tearing sound and laughter.
"Boss check it out, this guy must be a courier or something. It's a bag full of cash."
"Put it with the rest of the loot. Anything left?" The boss sounds closer this time.
"Na we got everything this store has to offer." This time the voice high pitched. The female robber?
"Boss what do we do with the hostages?" Whoever it was was somewhere of to my right, he must be one of the other male robbers.
"We waste them or leave them. It depends if they cooperate." This time the boss sounded as if he was right front of me. How the hell could he walk up without me hearing him? Suddenly something presses against my forhead. I gulp and hold my breath.
*Click*
"What are you thinking Zarin? Wasting a hostage will cause the police to hunt us down. Plus we already got Johto and Kanto command breathing down our necks. Our mission was to get a source of income and we got it. Besides I doubt that any of these Sinnoh residents know anything about Michael."
It seemed like a eternity before the object moved away. I sigh a breath of relief. Whoever it was had some sense but who was Michael?
"Will you shut you're mouth you damn idoit! How many times do I have to tell you to never say anything stupid when on the job." There was a loud thump and someone, most likely the one robber, hit the floor. "But you're right about the police. We should still make a example of one of them. Bring the woman."
Someone screamed as the robbers pick them up. I felt the rage building inside me. There was no way that I was going to let them hurt some woman while I was breathing. Jumping to my feet I charge forward ramming into who I hoped was the boss. We tumble to the ground and I headbutt him in what I thought was his face. Suddenly something hit the side of my head and I collapse on the ground.
"HIM get him!"
Suddenly someone grabs my arms hoisting me to my feet. I could make out the shape of someone in front of me through the burlap sack.
"I'll teach you to be a hero."
Suddenly he punches me in the stomach and I double over. He then grabs the sack lifting my head then starts punching me in the face. He continues punching me occasionly stopping allowing me to spit out blood only for it to get on my face from his next punch. He punched me in the stomach again much harder this time. I gasp as the air leaves my lungs.
"Put his arm on the counter."
They push me to the side placing my arm on a cold flat surface.
"Hand me the sledge hammer."
Sledge hammer!?
I struggle trying to free myself from them but to no avail. The robbers tighten their grib around my arms. Something taps the middle of my arm between the wrist and elbow. I bite my cheek and close my eyes.
*Crash*
"GAHHHHH!" I scream in agonizing pain as the sledge hammer hit my arm, there was a sickening crunch as the glass shatters. I collaspe onto my knees and slump against the counter feeling my right arm hang loosely inside the counter screaming in pain.
"Drop him over there."
The hands decend on my arms again as they pick me up and move me away from the counter throwing me down onto the floor. I groaned as I hit the floor all feeling in my arm was now completely lost. I slowly open my eyes but I still couldn't see out of the bag.
"Boss the police are comming!"
"Move now! Leave the hosages, night hero."
I close my eyes. I really hate Sundays. There was a split second of pain and everything went black.