EVERYONE: A Caged Bird Never Sings (Chapter 10)

[mewstone]

So, I’ve posted a Fanfic here before, but decided nobody liked it and I was a horrible writer and a horrible person, so I stopped writing. Once I got over myself I came up with a new idea, and this is what came of it. Please review or add suggestions so I don’t have an excuse to stop writing. I hope this story makes you stop, and think, what exactly does she mean by this? I hope it makes your day better even by a smig. I hope it does its job.
Enjoy,
Mewstone
A Caged Bird Never Sings
Index
Chapter 1: A Good Hunter Never Quits

Spoiler

http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-119562/#post3547004

Chapter 2: An Injured Detective Never Relaxes

Spoiler

http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-119562/#post3548881

Chapter 3: An Old Habit Never Dies

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http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-119562/#post3551028

Chapter 4: A Good Plan Never Fails

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http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-119562/#post3561297

Chapter 5: Best Friends Never Quit

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http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-119562/#post3562829

Chapter 6: The Caged Bird Must Sing

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http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-chapter-5-a-119562/#post3571977

Chapter 7: You Must Be My Relic Song

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http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-chapter-6-a-119562/#post3587036

Chapter 8: You Must Trust Me

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http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-chapter-7-a-119562/#post3600531

CHapter 9: You Must Spit it Out

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http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-chapter-8-a-119562/#post3603502

Chapter 10: You Must Use Your Senses

Spoiler

http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/f227/caged-bird-never-sings-chapter-9-a-119562/#post3604083

 

[mewstone]

Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings

Chapter 1: A Good Hunter Never Quits

The calm waters rippled, a woman gasped as she surfaced. Her sliver hair dripped and stuck to her face, her eyes washed with red, looked menacing reflecting her thoughts. She reached out her arm and dug her nails in the ground, she pulled herself out of the water using one hand, the other clutched a pair of glasses, broken and shooting sparks. She sat on the shore kicking the water, one of her red high heeled shoes was somewhere at the bottom of the lake along with her ship. Her ship, it needed to be repaired, first she needed money, that wouldn’t be hard, her clients would be pleased to find out she was still alive.

She stood up, and looked around, “Team Galactic, Ash Ketchum, legendary pokemon, I was a fool to get involved,” she put her glasses on, “I will never do service with them again, I’m leaving, it’s about time I start by business elsewhere.”
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He adjusted his sun glasses, checked to make sure his hair was perfect, and flashed a smile, “How do I look?”
The guitar player, glanced up at his friend, nodded and continued to play.
“Good, Bianca is coming soon you know.” He said straightening the collar on his suit.
The guitar player just nodded, she came every day.

The bell on the door rang when the door swung open, “Hey!” she smiled running up to them. The guitar player stopped playing and smiled at her.
“Hello Bianca, do you want some lemonade?” the waiter, standing behind the counter, asked.

“No thank-you, you are only supposed to give those out to new customers,” she said.

“Don’t worry it’s not a problem,” the boy with the suit said leaning back on the counter, “Friends of the owner are the exception to the rule.”

“Aw! Thanks Jeffery.” She smiled; she just came up with an idea, “Do you want to go somewhere else today?”

“Go, somewhere?” he said slowly.

“Like the pier to watch the ships and the bird pokemon!” she squealed, and grabbed onto his arm, “Come on!”

He winced “I don’t want to go to the pier,” he said in a stern voice.

“Oh sorry,” she had forgotten about his arm, “nonsense you’ll have fun!” and let go of his arm and grabbed his hand and helped him toward the door, “Come on Andrew,” she gestured to the guitar player. Andrew sighed, and nodded to the waiter who was already closing up shop. He exited the shop following the two down the alley way, waving to the two thug-looking men, who waved back. He tightened the strap of his guitar so it was strapped comfortably behind his back. He stepped out of the shadows of the skyscrapers and spotted Bianca and Jeffery, they were walking slowly to avoid further damaging Jeffery’s injuries. Andrew quickly caught up with them and followed them to Unity Pier.

Bianca leaned over the railing throwing parts of a sandwich out to the water pokemon, and gazed at the birds. “That was our lunch,” Jeffery grumbled as the pieces of bread disappeared under the water. Andrew laughed silently at his friend’s attitude. Jeffery leaned up against the railing holding on to it for support, “Yeah hilarious.”

“See? Isn’t this better than just sitting around that old café, fresh air is good for you, if we did this more often you’d feel better quicker.” She said. Andrew started to make signs with his hands, “See Andrew agrees with me too.” He nodded.

“Hurmmf,” he made a sound in a low almost growling tone.

“Suit yourself,” she said and continued to feed the water pokemon with their lunch.

Andrew had his guitar back in his hands and started to play a light soothing melody, both Jeffery and Bianca hummed along absentmindedly, this was his favorite song to play, he started to sing in a voice that sounded rusty but strangely sweet, “To thee I sing my relic song, listen hard, listen long. Let the music calm and sooth you, let the music go right through you. Never forget the song I play, Never forget this love filled day. Please accept my melodious love and listen to my relic song.”The world seemed to stop when he played, even the ocean calmed so it could listen.

Andrew signed a question to Bianca, “Yes, it was wonderful, I love that song, I’d ask you how you learned it but I guess your fingers would fall off before you finished.” Even Jeffery, no matter how grumpy he was, had to admit the song was beautiful.

That night when they came back to the shop, they turned on one light above the counter and sat drinking lemonade, “I think Misdreavus should rest now, keeping up this illusion all day would make me tired,” his pokemon appeared by his side, in fact she had been there all day. Whenever she was casting an illusion she disappeared from sight, now that she was visible, the illusion that changed Jeffery’s appearance was broken. Now under his suit you could see the bulge of white wrappings. His face had several scratches and a bandage on his cheek, he was holding unto a crutch for support, his right leg was heavily bandaged, and the left one had scratches and scars. He scowled in disgust at the sight of his body, and Bianca noticed it.

“It’s okay, you’ll get better soon, I just know it, please don’t be mad at yourself again please?” she said softly.

Andrew was signing just about the same thing, ‘It was not your fault,’ his hands said.

“It was my fault and you can’t change that, everything went wrong all because of me.” He said. They sat in silence for a whole minute before Bianca came up with the perfect way to cheer him up.

“You wouldn’t have met us if you never got hurt,” she said, Andrew nodded in agreement.

Jeffery gave them a half smile, “What would I do without you guys?”

Andrew’s hands said, ‘Exactly what you did before you met us, nothing.’

“I remember that day, the one I met you two, my friend Ash just left a few days before for a new region,” she said.

‘I was looking for somewhere to live,’ his hands said.

“I was doing, well, nothing,” they laughed and spent the rest of the night drinking can after can of lemonade remising over the past and how they came to know each other.

 

[Windywords123]

Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings

Hmm, intriguing, and nice title. Continue?

 

[mewstone]

Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings

It's Back Story Time!
Dear Readers,
So I updated two days in a row. Don't get used to it. I may be able to update durring the week once or twice, on weekends I may update up to three times. Please enjoy and bear with me.
Review please,
Mewstone

Chapter 2: An Injured Detective Never Relaxes

Something brought her back to Castelia, was it the skyscrapers? The delicious ice-cream? Or maybe it was the smell of the ocean and all those cool boats? Whatever the reason, exactly a week after Ash left for Kanto she found herself there running around and looking at the sights she missed when she passed through here the last time. While she was sight-seeing she found one alley way more intriguing than the rest, it was dark and mysterious and she believed it had to be full of surprises, she decided to venture down to see what she could find.

He couldn’t speak, but the doctors found nothing wrong with his vocal cords, he could hear perfectly and he had been able to talk when he was younger. So why couldn’t he speak now? Psychologists said that something in his brain wasn’t allowing him to talk making him a psychological mute. The only time he could make a sound was when he was singing, he used it to express his feelings and to communicate for he didn’t know sign language yet. All his money was gone, spent on the doctor visits; he had nowhere to live and didn’t have a job. He wandered the streets of a big city, Castelia to be exact, no one understood him and why he couldn’t speak, so they just passed him by. He played on the streets for loose change and spent it on food from a café he found in an alley way, if he didn’t have enough he would play for his meal. This was until the manager approached him and offered him a deal.

He couldn’t bear the sight of himself. He was the Looker’s apprentice, given the job of going undercover as a Team Plasma grunt, instead of using costumes like his mentor; he used the illusions of his partner Misdreavus to make him look like all the other grunts. The mission going smoothly; he gathered the most information of all the spies; however he was the only one to get caught. Ghetsis was relentless with his punishment; he became a prisoner, a hostage. The International Police had succeeded in capturing one of the sages, but in order to insure his safe return they had to release the sage. He was dropped off at the rendezvous point in terrible condition; he couldn’t stand and had to be rushed to the hospital. When he was able to leave he visited the Police Headquarters, where he received some upsetting news, he needed to go on a mandatory vacation. He was devastated, he wanted to be assigned to a new mission immediately, he thought he was well enough to continue working. They didn’t, they saw him still walking around with a crutch they saw the pain medicine he was still taking they saw the scratches and bruises, they also saw his pride, that was as broken as his leg. They set him up with a job as the manager of a small little café so he would still be “working” and told him that he would be ready for action soon. That was exactly a year ago; yet he still looked like he was in a horrid condition so he used his Misdreavus to change his appearance to how it looked before he was hurt. He sat in the café all day doing meaningless activates like, counting sugar packets or how many tiles there where on the ceiling. The only thing that saved him from his boredom was a guitar player who every night would come and play, the music helped him feel better, so he offered the guitar player a job.

Andrew now worked in the café all day playing music and attracting customers. Jeffery talked to him during breaks about everything that happened to him, Andrew never said a word of it to anyone. Jeffery understood Andrew and how it felt to have something taken away from you and then never looked at the same way again. Although Andrew couldn’t speak his thoughts his songs told Jeffery what mood he was in. Bianca walked into the café one day and was drawn by the music she went on and on and on and on about how wonderful it was, she came back every day to listen. Jeffery took a liking to her right off the bat and offered her lemonade every single day. She was really fascinated with Andrew and how he couldn’t talk, she decided he deserved to be able to communicate other than by song and signed all three of them up for a class on sign language. After that they learned more about Andrew, they all became really good friends.

Bianca yawned, “I better get to my apartment before I drink another lemonade,” she pushed aside the ten empty cans beside her, Andrew laughed silently at his own horde of cans.

“See you tomorrow?” Jeffery asked.

“Bet on it, bye!” and she was gone.

‘I need to leave too,’ his hands said.

“See you later then,” he waved as the guitar player walked out of the shop. Andrew walked a ways down the alley and moved aside a trashcan revealing an old garage and opened up a garage door and walked inside of his one room “house” and set down his stuff. He sighed and laid down on his mattress, sleep came to him eventually.

Jeffery carried the cans to his recycle bin and turned off the lights in the café, he locked the doors and carefully walked up the stairs to his apartment above the shop. Before he fell asleep, he saw a shadow cross the sky, but it didn’t belong to anything. Before he could question it his lids drooped and he was asleep.
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Unova had pokemon not seen in the other regions; they were considered rare by her clients. In the two years since her airship sank she made more than enough money to make repairs and improvements. Now she soared under the night sky, invisible. At the time she was above a city filled with skyscrapers, and potential buyers. She would observe the place tomorrow; perhaps the Nurse Joy had a spare Audino for her client.

 

[mewstone]

Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings

Dear Readers,
Maybe you should get used to it I am really in tune to this story.

Chapter 3: An Old Habit Never Dies

Her first mistake was pausing, an armature mistake, she never made those kinds of blunders. The sound just calmed her it made her feel a kind of peace, a feeling she had felt before, but when?

That very morning Bianca held onto Jeffery’s arm as they strolled through the city, “I just knew it, you loved spending time out of the café in the fresh air, smelling the sea breeze!”

“Yeah,” Jeffery said looking away at the looming buildings.

Andrew was walking five feet away playing simple melodies on his guitar; he chuckled because he knew that Jeffery really didn’t
enjoy spending time out of the café but in fact really enjoyed spending time with Bianca.

“Stop! Please my pokemon!” Jeffery snapped to attention, it sounded like Nurse Joy calling.

“Come on something’s happening back there,” he pulled away from Bianca and rushed toward the pokemon center.

“Wait Jeffery, don’t strain yourself!” Bianca and Andrew ran to catch up with him. They stopped abruptly, a large, thing, was suspended above them in the sky, “W-what is that!” she pointed at it, her eyes wide.

“It, it can’t be! She went down with her ship that ship, it is supposed to be underwater,” Jeffery was stunned, did she escape once again? Jeffery’s instincts took over and he raced towards the silver haired woman, long thought to be dead.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Bianca followed, she wasn’t sure what was going on but she felt, deep down, a sense of dread.

A few grunts began to block off the area, Jeffery fought his way through with Bianca close behind. Andrew however wasn’t as physically fit as Jeffery and was quickly seized by the grunts, one had his guitar. They carried him away as he struggled to free himself, they stopped at an alley and threw him in, he landed on a pile of garbage bags, as he tried to stand up they threw his guitar at him. He caught it, holding onto it for dear life. He stood back up; the grunts pushed him back down. He realized whoever was in command of his captors was taking extra precaution not to let anything interfere with their plans.

“Who are we running after?” Bianca cried trying to stay even with Jeffery.

“Hunter J, a pokemon poacher who hunts down rare pokemon for her clients so she can get paid,” he said it with disgust, “My mentor had her case for a while, he explained all the horrible things she did. But he thought she was done for, gone.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently her ship took two powerful psychic attacks and sunk in a lake, we all thought she couldn’t possibly survive, that she died. It seems she still lives up to her reputation of never being caught.”

Andrew felt trapped; there was nothing he could do for all he knew his friends could be in serious danger, maybe worse off than him. Then it hit him, how did he express his feelings for five years? Music.

“Look at the little bird,” one of the grunts sneered.

“Our caged bird is trying to sing!” the others laughed along.

Andrew, with a gleam of determination in his eye, began, “To thee I sing my relic song, listen hard, listen long. Let the music calm and sooth you, let the music go right through you. Never forget the song I play, Never forget this love filled day. Please accept my melodious love and listen to my-.” The music floated on the breeze and filled the city with its sound.

That was when she paused, her grunt holding a stone Audino looked at her confused, “Boss um-” he started.

“Silence!” she barked, she listened closer, where was that sound coming from? The grunt began to panic he saw the two teens coming closer and closer, but J was transfixed by the song. It stopped abruptly leaving her feeling, strange. As if that song had taken something from her, she wanted to hear more of the voice, hear more melodies; she began to crave that music. Her hesitation, her mistake, gave Jeffery and Bianca time to catch up.

“Stop J, you are under arrest by the International Police!” he said confidently.

“Oh, it’s you, the Looker’s kid. You don’t scare me, neither does your girlfriend,” she said regaining her composure, "You are a weakling, I hear you were made to leave the police force, I can only
imagine why."

“That’s it!” he ran toward her, she moved out of the way and the other grunt pushed him down, the illusion melted away exposing what he truly looked like.

“Ha. You agents always were disguising yourself, I best be going.” She looked down at him, writhing in pain, her second mistake. Bianca ran up and knocked into the grunt, startling him. He dropped the Audino, Bianca dove under it protecting the petrified pokemon. “Let’s leave,” her hesitations cost her the pokemon. The grunts filed in and disappeared as quickly as they came, “This isn’t over Jr.” and she disappeared as well, along with the mighty airship.

Bianca stood up, still clutching the Audino, “Are you all right?” she frantically checked his bandages to make sure the wounds didn’t open up.

He sat up slowly, “I’m all right, how are you?” he looked at the scratch bleeding on her arm.

“That’s nothing, but you-you can’t stand back up!” she said, tears of worry sprung to her eyes, “What were you thinking?”

“That I could save Nurse Joy’s partner and catch the wanted outlaw Hunter J,” he replied, reaching for his crutch. Slowly he stood back up, “See? I can stand.”

“If something happened to you, what would I do without you? What would Andrew do without you?” Her anger dissolved and her eyes widened, Jeffery was confused until it hit him, his eyes suddenly grew wide as well.

“Andrew!” They both said in unison.

“Nurse Joy, we may need a doctor,” Jeffery said.

“Happy to assist someone brave enough to rescue my pokemon , where is the patient?” she asked.

“We don’t know.”

 

[mewstone]

Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings

Dear Readers,
Enjoy

Chapter 4: A good plan never fails

“Oh thank goodness you are all right,” she tackled him in a hug. Andrew tried to smile but found it close to impossible, “I thought something terrible happened to you.”

“Something did,” observed Jeffery.

“What?” she said surprised.

“Look,” he said pointing, “Your guitar.” Andrew nodded slowly; his guitar was destroyed, snapped in half.

“Oh, I can’t believe that they would do something like that,” she clenched her fist. Andrew couldn’t respond, without his guitar, it seemed he couldn’t use sign language anymore.

“I’ll get it fixed, no doubt about it,” he said.

“How?” Bianca asked.

“I know some people who know a lot of people, I bet one of them could fix it make it as good as new,” he flashed her a smile.

“That’s amazing, you are so nice,” she hugged him and he was quick to hug back, Andrew picked up the remnants of his guitar and heard something roll around inside the bottom half. He reached inside, it was one pokeball miniaturized. He had almost forgotten it was in there, he placed it on his belt, he would put it back when his guitar was in top condition.

“Andrew Sir, I’ll need to see you at the Pokemon Center immediately,” Nurse Joy said, she had followed them all here and was the one who found Andrew lying in the alley. He pointed to himself, “Yes you I already treated your friends, now I must tend to your injuries. You two can go home you will need your rest leave it all to me.”

“If you’re sure,” Bianca said, “We’ll see you tomorrow in the café okay!”

“Take care, don’t worry about your guitar I’ve got it,” he took the guitar in his hands and walked so close by Bianca that if his hands were free, they would’ve been holding her's.

In the Pokemon Center Andrew held an icepack to a bruise on his leg, “Now Andrew, why did they break your guitar,” she said out-of-the-blue. He shrugged his shoulder, “Don’t worry I can read a bit of sign language, go on I need to know why.”

‘For kicks,’ his hands shook as she signed.

“For kicks, like for fun, taunting you more like it. Interesting, you see when you started playing that song of yours, Hunter J stopped cold and listened to it. The look on her face was peaceful, almost happy.” He looked at her in disbelief, “I know, someone who turned my partner, my best friend into stone,” she looked over at the statue, a frozen look of terror on its face, “enchanted by your music, It really makes you think.” He nodded, it sure made him think, why did she stop to listen to his song?

She was thinking the exact same thing, “Weakness, that’s what it must be. There is no room for weakness.” She slammed her fist into the wall she must remove all weaknesses for her to be strong and not make any mistakes, “That’s it, I’ll capture that voice like I do a pokemon for a client, and then my weakness will be gone, I must know where it came from.” Another loud thud echoed when she hit the wall again. She stood up straight and fixed her hair, she walked out and into the control room with a new air of dignity, “You, we are to stay over Castelia,” she pointed to the grunt in charge of the controls, “You, find all the grunts who protected the perimeter, I want to speak to them all personally.”

“Yes, Yes, I’m sure it was her,” Jeffery said into his phone, “No mistaking it. Yeah we’re fine,” he glanced over to Bianca, fast asleep on one of the booths. “No, I didn’t injure myself anymore then I already was,” he held onto the phone by placing it between his shoulder and his ear and walked up the stairs into his room, “I’ve already figured out where she may be headed I could track them then-what?” he picked up the blanket on his bed and walked down stairs. “But I-I, please I can do it-no, fine.” He closed the phone and placed the blanket over Bianca. “Leave it to them should I? Relax? I’m fine, you saw me, I moved fine with my crutch,” he spoke to her although she was asleep, he shook his head and sat down in the booth across from Bianca, “How can I relax when they broke Andrew’s guitar, and petrified Nurse Joy’s pokemon, and hurt you?” He put his hands behind his head, leaned back against the wall, and fell asleep.

“Told ya, good as new,” Jeffery beamed when he gave Andrew back his guitar, Andrew signed several hundred thank-you’s and started to play. A week had passed but the feelings of that day hovered in the air, even high up in the sky the feelings remained.

“A man with a guitar, and you found him in the street, am I correct?” J looked at the sweating grunts that stood before her; they all gave a quick nod, “Then before the song ended you what again?”

“We-we-we destroyed it, the guitar we mean, and threw the guy in a dumpster,” the biggest one said shaking.

“Thank-you for the description of the man and what you did, you may leave,” thy all breathed a sigh of relief, “permanently, you are all fired, leave immediately.” The cruelest men on her team ran away crying like babies.

“Ma’am,” a grunt informed her, “Music is coming from section 84b.”

“Get this ship there now!” she barked.

“Yes Ma’am!” he hurried away.

“The song will be mine, I’m coming for it.”

 

[mewstone]

Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings

Dear Readers,
Pay close attention.

Chapter 5: Best Friends Never Give Up

What had happened? Andrew couldn’t move, but he could think, how had this happened? This was a feeling like no other, he couldn’t feel anything, it was like he was dead, but he was thinking. How had this happened? The same thought repeated over and over in his mind.

It started around the time he got his guitar back; he was playing his favorite song, taught to him by a pokemon long ago. That was when the roof fell in, Bianca and Jeffery disappeared in the rubble for a moment, Andrew panicked. A weak cough came from under a peace of dry wall.

“Andrew?” Bianca’s voice came shortly afterwards, “Where are you, I can’t see anything, I have Jeffery but I think he’s hurt he isn’t responding, I don’t know what happened.”

Andrew wanted to say calm down but she wouldn’t be able to see it. He tried to find the sound of her voice, lifting piece by piece of ceiling until he found them both covered in thick white dust like him. Jeffery was indeed unconscious lying on the floor, Bianca felt his forehead.

“I think he got hit with something, it all happened so fast,” she started to cry, “I think
he was protecting me.” Andrew didn’t know what to sign. He looked up at the hole in the ceiling and jumped in surprise. Hunter J stood there, ship above her.

“You!” Bianca said, “Why would you do this?”

Hunter J ignored her question keeping a steady gaze at Andrew, “You are coming with me.” She pointed something at him before he had time to respond, he couldn’t feel, only think. He wondered what had happened after that, where was he, where was his friends?

Bianca gasped, her friend was stone, Hunter J turned her best friend into stone and had two grunts carry him away, and she could do nothing, “Stop!”

“Goodbye,” she said simply, and left with the ship and Andrew.

“What happened?” Jeffery blinked and sat up, he was in the pokemon center. Bianca was asleep in a chair next to his bed. He remembered the ceiling falling a large piece falling towards Bianca and then nothing.

Nurse Joy came in, she did not have a cheery smile in fact her expression was dark and unchanging, “Glad to see you are awake, you had a concussion.”

“Wh-what?” he started.

“Rest, when Bianca wakes up I’m sure she’ll tell you what happened.” Then she left.

He waited a half an hour with his own thoughts, before Bianca’s eyelids fluttered and she awoke, “You’re awake,” Jeffery said.

“I should be saying that to you, you were out cold all day yesterday,” she yawned.

“What happened?” he got straight to the point.

“Hunter J happened, she destroyed the roof and Andrew,” her voice faltered.

“What happened to Andrew is he hurt?”

“She kidnapped him!” she started to cry again.

“Why, he isn’t a big threat or anything he-he, why?” he couldn’t process all this.

“Nurse Joy told me that when J came the first time she stopped to listen to his song and then we caught up to her.” Bianca said through sobs.


“Then she took him so she wouldn’t have any more distractions,” he gritted his teeth, he knew how much J disliked mistakes.

“What are we going to do?” Bianca didn’t think there was anything they could do.

“We’re going to find him, I’m sure the international police would understand if I stopped relaxing, besides my café was destroyed.”

“I don’t think they would understand, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.” Bianca and Jeffery smiled, they’d find Andrew.

“Thanks a lot Nurse Joy!” Jeffery and Bianca said as they left the center.

“Good luck you two, find Andrew and bring him back safely, but if you could please bring back something from J to heal my friend,” she called.

“Sure thing, we’ll save Andrew and Audino,” Jeffery assured her, and then he and Bianca were on their way.

“I want to help,” the waiter said.

“Spencer you must understand it could be dangerous,” Jeffery and Bianca where about to leave the city when the café waiter Spencer stopped them. He was much younger then Jeffery and Bianca, and an inexperienced trainer. He quit his journey to become a waiter after being inspired by the first gym leaders.

“I knew Andrew too, and I want to help you save him. Besides, I’m out of a job until the café is fixed. I’ll have nowhere to go and, please oh please let me come along!” he begged.

“Come on Jeffery,” Bianca said, “Let him come along.”

“Fine, but don’t cause trouble.” He said.

“I won’t promise.”
Then they were off, again. “How do you know we are going the right way?” Spencer asked after they had walked for an hour.

“I don’t know for sure, sometimes you have to go with your instinct,” he explained.

“Stop wait, give my pokemon back!” A voice shrieked.

“Seems my instinct was correct,” Jeffery said, and the trio raced toward the voice. It was a girl, roughly Spencer’s age, she was screaming at the empty sky, “Miss, what happened here?”

“Some whack-job stole my pokemon then disappeared into thin air!” the girl said in a rough tone.

“Was it a woman with silver hair?” asked Bianca.

“You know her?” the girl asked.

“Yes, she stole something of ours as well, we are on a mission to get it back,” explained Spencer.

“I hope you find her I sure as heck can’t,” she snarled.

“If we may could I ask you a few questions to help with our investigation?” Jeffery went into detective mode.

“Why not, my house is a little that-a-ways, I just left for my journey an hour ago, didn’t get too far did I?” she grumbled.

The interview took place at her house over glasses of lemonade, “Firstly, what is your name,” Jeffery asked.

“Cassidy, but some people call me Cassie,” she said.

“So Cassidy, can you give me a detailed account on what happened?”

“There I was minding my own business, practicing attacks with Little Squirt and boom. Out of nowhere an airship appears, it spits out fifty people including the silver-haired woman, one grabs my Little Squirt and turns him into stone. I couldn’t stop ’em, being littler then them, all I could do was holler insults, but it didn’t slow ‘em down. Then as quickly as they came they left, the whole airship disappeared as well!” she said.

“Little Squirt?” Jeffery asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I call my Owsawatt,” she said, “I just got him this morning, I didn’t even have time to “bond” with ‘em.”

“Don’t worry Cassie we’ll rescue Little Squirt when we save our friend.” Spencer assured her.

“Yes, we’ll save your Owsawatt Cassidy,” Jeffery said.

“What type of pokemon is your friend?” Cassidy asked.

“He’s not a pokemon, he’s a human the silver haired woman’s name is Hunter J and she kidnapped our friend.” Bianca said.

 

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Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings (Chapter 5)

Chapter 6: The Caged Bird Must Sing

The first thing he felt was, weak. He collapsed on the ground, and took a deep breath he felt like he hadn’t breathed in several days. How long had it been? Why couldn’t he feel anything before? He stood up slowly then fell back down when he saw who had released him.

“Welcome,” Hunter J had a sinister smile on, “Tell me your name.”

He stared at her not sure what else to do.

“Speak!” she commanded.

He started to sign as fast as he could.

“Sign language!” she said, “Mute you say, I heard you singing how can you be mute?”

He was bewildered, she knew what he was saying, he signed a response.

“Yes, I know sign language; I had a deaf pilot once. Tell me your name now, or I’ll,” a siren went off.

“Ma’am! A helicopter belonging to the international Police is heading straight for us, they are trying to breach the ship!” a grunt said, his arm frozen in a salute.

“Show me,” she followed the grunt out, making yet another mistake; she left the door open to the room Andrew was being held in.
“So the Looker’s finally caught up to me, seems he got a lead from that boy of his,” she observed.

“What should we do?”

“Nothing let him come; I want to speak to him, personally.”

“Put your pokeball down, you are under arrest,” The Looker thought he had J cornered.

“By the International Police, right?” He was wrong. She pointed the gun on her arm at his croagunk, instantly turning it to stone, “Looker, where is you back-up?”

He looked both ways, “Gone,” he said alarmed.

She pointed the shooter at the Looker forcing him to the floor, she held it inches before his face, “Looker, you are under arrest by Hunter J.”

Andrew stood around the corner trembling, she must of turned him into stone before, and she was about to do it to the Looker, he peered around the corner and his eyes locked with the Looker’s, “Andrew,” he gasped not being able to suppress it.

J followed the Looker’s gaze, “Andrew? I know your name at last. You must know each other, so you are going to answer some questions for me; as it seems Andrew has lost his voice. Is he really mute?”

“Yes,” he confirmed as she pointed the gun closer.

“How do you know him?” she had it touching his nose.

“I helped him once,” a white lie.

She gestured for him to stand up, “If you make a move your partner,” she nodded at the croagunk, “and the boy, are done for.”

He stood up slowly eyes shifting from the gun, to Andrew, and then to croagunk, he put his hands to his sides, and put on the bravest face he could muster, as he was turned to stone his eyes rested on Andrew, he said his final words before his lips turned hard and cold, “I know something you don’t know.”

Andrew was back in the room he was being held in, Hunter J staring him down, no doubt frazzled by what the Looker said, “I want you to play that song again.”

He signed an answer.

“I don’t need to explain, just do it,” she fumed, “Why won’t you do it?”

He signed something.

“A caged bird never sings,” she said slowly repeating what he just signed, but she was interrupted.

“Ma’am, what should we do with the croagunk and the Looker?” the grunt asked.

“Put the pokemon in storage unit B and destroy the Looker,” she said.
Andrew’s eyes widened with alarm, he had to do something, before he even realized it, a melody poured out of his guitar, it was slow with deep low notes.

“I came up with a better idea, we will drop the Looker off as a present,” she said evilly.
Andrew sighed, had the music changed her mind? He didn’t know if he made it better or worse. He wished he knew what the Looker did.
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“Now?” Jeffery was speaking on his phone, the International Police chief called him telling him to come to the station at once, “But why? Hunter J? Send over a chopper we’ll be there as soon as we can.” He clicked the phone shut.

“What did he say?” Bianca asked.

“He said the Looker and his team found J and they need us at the headquarters now,” he explained.

“Do you think they found Andrew?” she said excitedly.

“No, I don’t think they did, he sounded upset,” he said.

“I think yer plane is here it’s kickin’ up dust outside,” Cassidy said.

“Let’s go then,” they walked outside and hopped into the entrance of the plane.

“I’m commin’ too.” She said also getting in.

“What? No, you don’t need too,” Jeffery said shaking his hands.

“What? My friend was stolen to by ‘em too, I deserve to come.” She protested sitting down in one of the seats.

“Let her come Jeffery, she may be a big help,” Spencer said, sticking up for her.

“Fine,” he muttered as the plane took off.

“Why can’t I see out the windows?” Bianca asked.

“Because the base’s location is secret, only trained agents are allowed to know where it is, like me,” he flashed a smile, “But when I retire they may make me forget, depending on threat level and how much trust they have in me.”

“Over here is where we train, and there we keep records of all the criminals we are assigned,” Jeffery was giving a little tour to his friends.

“What’s that over there,” Cassie pointed.

“That is the hall of fame,” he said.

“Are you in it?” Bianca asked.

“No.” he said simply and quickened his pace past that area.

“Jeffery, your reports of Hunter J has turned out to be true; you never were able to stay out of trouble for too long.” He shook his head.

“Thank-you Sir,” he said unsure if that was a compliment or not, “you told me the Looker found her, where is he?”
“About that,” he coughed, “Jasper, show them.”

A skinny boy showed them into a room, “D-D-Don’t faint p-p-please.” Jeffery just about did. There in the center of the room was a statue that looked exactly like the Looker, but Jeffery knew it was really him.

“She did this to him,” he roared.

“Y-yes!” Jasper said a bit scared of Jeffery.

“He did this to Andrew,” Bianca said.

“Then Little Squirt,” Cassie added in.

“And now the Looker,” Spencer finished.

“We will find her, and take her down for all of our friends!” Jeffery declared.

“Definitely!” they all said in unison.
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Andrew knew what he must do, to take down Hunter J, he must sing. And he would. The dark melody poured out of his guitar accompanied by his voice.

 

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Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings (Chapter 6)

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Chapter 7: You Must Be My Relic Song

He tried to recreate that melody, the one he played earlier. The one that changed her mind, he hoped it changed her mind anyway. He realized it was the Relic Song just slower and in a different key. He played the song and began to sing but the lyrics came out different, “Will you be my Relic song? For me to listen my whole life long? I’ll let you calm and sooth me, let your voice go right through me. I’ll forget this gloomy day, but never forget the song you play. Please accept my heartfelt love and let me be your Relic Song.” The words seemed to come out of his mouth by themselves; he played as if he had played this song a million times before.

She was swaying back and forth to the song, sitting in the locked security room by herself. Her eyes had a soft glow to them she was even smiling. She didn’t care to wonder what made him change his mind and sing. She probably scared him; she hadn’t lost her touch after all.

“Ma’am!” the crackle of a walkie-talkie echoed in the room, “Ma’am? Ma’am?”

“Shut up!” she screeched into the walkie-talkie, Andrew stopped playing as the song drew to a close, “What do you want?”

“We have found a client for the croagunk Ma’am!” the grunt said obediently, “He wishes to speak to you.”

“Send the video feed to the security room.”

“Okay Ma’am!” the grunt had no idea why she was in there, but he wouldn’t question J, he was too afraid of what she might do to him if he asked.

“Hello Miss. J,” A large man smiled at her, he wore a suit and tie and a gold colored pocket hanky with jewels, he must be trying to empress her, “I am interested with a croagunk you have for sale, I have already been informed his, details. I want to know the price.”

“30,000 poke Mr.” she paused.

“Wistimer. That seems awfully expensive, how about we knock off a zero and call it a deal.”

“I thought you knew his details. Mr. Wistimer,” she said, “He used to belong to an agent of the International Police, so we’ll keep the extra zero, I may even add another based on his fighting skills.”

“Yes,” he thought for a moment, “but won’t its past make it harder to control Miss J?”

“I assure you it will be no problem,” J said.

“How will I know?” he fired back.

“I guess you don’t want it then, the Looker’s own croagunk,” she reminded him.

“Fine, 30,000 poke, I expect it soon or the price will go down.” The screen shut off. No one could haggle with Hunter J.
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“T-this is where sh-she was last seen,” Jasper dropped them off in a dessert. Sand was flying everywhere; they all were shielding their eyes.

“Thanks Jasper, remember you dropped us off at home,” Jeffery said.

“Y-yes and y-you said y-you wouldn’t go after h-her,” he winked and flew away in the helicopter.

“It seems you were going the wrong way before,” Bianca said, “Now which way should we go?”

“This sandstorm is strong,” Jeffery grunted.

“I know that,” Bianca said.

“The ship would have to go that way,” he pointed blindly in the direction of the wind was blowing.

“I can’t see a darn thing!” Cassie yelled.

“Neither can I!” Spence yelled from somewhere.

“Hello? Where did all of you go?” Bianca yelled.

“Everyone stay put!” Jeffery yelled louder than everyone else, “Now lie down and try to cover your nose and mouth,” he took their silence as they were doing what he told them to do, “Cover your head just in case of debris.” Something hit his head; he decided to heed his own advice.

“Hey! I can kinda see!” Cassie called from somewhere, “Hey Spencer you’re right next to me!”

“It seems that I am it’s like a nice blend of flavors?” Spencer said

“What are you talkin’ about? This is a sandstorm not a sandwich!” Cassie said rudely.

“Well my idol says that kind of thing all the time,” Spencer explained.

“So…” Cassie stamped her foot.

“Well um,” Spencer didn’t understand what she was asking.

“Guys we should keep going, I think this is as good as it’s going to get, keep covering your mouth, ack.” He spit the sand that was collecting in his mouth while he was speaking.

“I think I see a-a gate, the city must be up ahead, I hope,” Bianca’s voice was muffled as she had her hat covering her mouth and nose.

“Keep goin’ we’ll be there soon!” Cassie called trying to be encouraging, though it sounded intimidating.

“I see it it’s getting-out-of-this dessert time!” Spencer said.

Cassie rolled her eyes even though nobody could see her and it got sand in her eyes, “Another one of those idol things?”

“I think so, although I’m not sure of the wording,” Spencer said.

Bianca moved faster toward the gate bursting through the doors and inhaling deeply, the others followed doing the same, “Finally I can breathe.”

Jeffery coughed, speaks of sand flew out of his mouth, “Almost.”

“Where does this lead too?” Spencer asked.

“Nimbasa, I think,” Jeffery said, “Let’s keep walking.” They continued until a city appeared, it was lit up with colorful lights with a Ferris wheel shinning brighter than anything else.

“A Ferris wheel! We just have to ride it, I rode it once it was awesome, come on!” she pulled on Jeffery’s arm again.

“Owww,” he complained, “No distractions we have to see if J is still here and find Andrew.”

“Sorry,” Bianca blushed, she kept forgetting he was hurt, “But I bet we could see the ship from the top!”

“I guess,” he knew she was just coming up with an excuse to ride it, but he was trying to think of one too.

“We’ll go too,” Cassie declared.
“So I’ll ride with Bianca, and Spencer you can ride with Cassidy.” Jeffery explained and hurried off with Bianca to wait in line.

“So it’s Ferris wheel time Cassie,” Spencer said.

“Yeah, yeah,” she walked ahead of him grumbling, “Next time he says somthin’ like that it’ll be strangling time.”

 

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Chapter 8: You Must Trust Me

“You can see everything from up here,” Jeffery said in awe.

“Yeah,” Bianca had his arm, holding it tight. He pretended it didn’t hurt, he looked at her. She was gazing out the window, a soft far-away look in her eyes. He chuckled and slowly forgot what they were even doing up there.

“This view is a magnificent-” Spencer said.

“Blend of flavors,” Cassie said automatically.

“You are a fan of him too?” he said surprised, she seemed annoyed whenever he quoted him.

“No, you have been sayin’ the same darn thing over and over this whole ride! Try something else for once!” she sat down drilling a hole in his head with her stare, “Why don’t you stop copyin’ him and start commin’ up with yer own material.”

“Because I am not good enough, I would never be able to come up with anything as amazing as my idol, I couldn’t even beat him in a pokemon battle.” he sighed.

“Oh,” she understood what he meant. They both looked out the window with a soft far-away look in their eyes.

Jeffery was leaning on Bianca for “support” her head resting on his shoulder, then he saw something, the faint outline of an airship he quickly stood up nocking Bianca over, “Jeffery what are you doing?”

“Hunter J, it’s her ship, we have to get out of here now,” he opened the door; Bianca’s hat almost flew off as the intense winds rushed by.

“What are you doing?” she was desperately holding on to her hat.

“Getting out of here, jump,” he offered his hand to her.

“I hope you know what you are doing,” she said warily, but she had come to trust him completely, she grabbed onto his hand. They both stepped out and started to plummet towards the ground, “Ahhhhh!” she screamed, her life flashing before her eyes.
Then they stopped, they were floating in the air, “What did you do?” she squealed with new found excitement.

“Not me, her,” he pointed to empty air beside him.

“Thank-you Misdreavus!” she giggled having the most fun of her life slowly floating down to the ground.

“What are they doin’!” Cassie said pointing to the figures falling past them.

“I think they found something,” Spencer said, he opened the door, her pigtails whipped in the wind.

“Have you gone crazy!” she yelled at him.

“Come on we have to jump,” he said putting his hand out to her.

“No you’ve gone insane,” she yelled louder throwing her hands into the air.

“Trust me?” he pleaded.

“No.” she folded her arms.

“Fine, see you later I guess,” he stepped out; she looked down seeing his small figure falling through the air.

“I’ve gone mad,” she muttered and stepped out, as she fell she closed her eyes expecting her bones to be crushed on the hard cement, instead she landed on soft feathers. She cracked her eye half open and saw a long neck of gray feathers, “A Tranquill? Spencer this yours? Spencer?”

“Down here,” came a weak reply. She look down, there he was, holding onto one of the bird’s feet dangling in the air. He smiled when he saw her looking at him, “I’ve got this under control, or not.” He looked at the ground coming closer and closer as the Tranquill prepared to land, “I might get crushed.”

“That is a problem,” she observed, “Excuse me Mr. Tranquill,” it made an angry trill sound.

“It’s a girl,” Spencer said, now only holding only with one hand.

“Ms. Tranquill, could you make sure you don’t crush em’?” it made another angry sound, “Please?” When it was a few feet from the ground it lightly set Spencer down.

“Thank goodness,” he breathed a sigh of relief, then the Tranquill landed on top of him. Cassie slid off and said a quick thank-you, “Return,” he was able to choke out.

“It is yours right? Why didn’t it do that to you?” she asked.

He slowly sat up; a pair of three toed footprints was now stained onto his apron, “Because I don’t have any badges, it used to trust me but after we lost against my idol it stopped. I tried to be more like my idol so maybe I could win and it would like me again.”

“Oh,” she said again, “we have to catch up to them,” she pointed to Bianca and Jeffery running toward a large building with a star logo on top, “That is where Little Squirt and yer friend might be.”

“Onward Cassie,” he said.

“Let’s go,” she grabbed onto his hand and ran toward the building, with Spencer trying not to fall over while keeping up with her.
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“Nice doing business with you J,” the large man had a gleam in his eye as he beheld the stone croagunk still in a fighting stance.

“I may say the same once you pay me,” she held her hand out.

He signaled for one of his workers, who brought over a leather suitcase, “It has the right amount in it count it if you must.”

She opened the case counting the bills, “Nice doing business with you.” She took the case and handed it to Andrew who was standing behind her. He wasn’t sure why she wanted him along, maybe to show her authority. Or maybe to show him what was
happening to the Looker’s favorite pokemon to make him feel worse.

“Sir there are some unexpected visitors,” a voice said over the intercom.

“Perfect, I can use my new toy right away. Let’s have a little fun.”

J tensed at the news, “We are gone,” she nodded and opened the window she stepped out onto the roof followed by Andrew who was able to see a girl with red pigtails slip into the building. He hoped she would get out okay. A rope ladder appeared from the invisible ship in the sky, “Go up first.” He nodded and started to climb with the suit case in one hand, getting another look at the world before he was shut away again.

J put the money away in a vault satisfied with her work. That was the first mission since she heard his voice that went smoothly. She had brought him along to see what would happen; maybe his presence helped her think clearer. She made a note of that and went back to the security room to listen to more of his music.
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“Where did they go?” Cassie said, “I saw em’ come in here.”

“Maybe something happened to them,” Spencer said.

“We’ll find em’,” she said reassuring him. Something raced behind them, wind rustling where it had been, “What was that?”

“That!” his voice cracked as he pointed to a pokemon he had never seen before.

“Don’t suppose it’s friendly do you?” she said.

“No,” he wailed, “Let’s get out of here!”

“No way, our friends could be in trouble we ain’t runnin’,” Cassie said.

“Oh you should have listened to him,” a large man came out of the shadows, “So there are more of you?”

“What do ya mean?” Her eyes narrowed.

“It seems that they were lying before, Croagunk,” he addressed the pokemon.

“That means,” Spence put it together.

“We run, now.” She pulled him toward the stairs, and ran up, both thinking the same thing, “Where are our friends?”

“Croa?” it asked.

“No, give them a head start. Only the boy has a pokeball, I don’t think they will be a threat. In about five minutes go after them.” He waved his hand and walked away.

 

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Chapter 9: You Must Spit It Out

They were on the third floor somewhere; it had been five minutes exactly. Cassie pushed through an oak door that probably cost a fortune. Once Spencer made it into the room she shut it and locked it. Spencer collapsed, “I’ve, I’ve,” he tried to speak through his ragged breaths.

“Spit it out!” she said through deep breaths, “We have to keep goin’.”

“N-N,” he tried again.

“Yes,” she stood up straighter, “Have you ever ran in your entire life?”

“N-,” he gasped and wheezed.

“Don’t answer that. That man has our friends and it is only a matter of time before that blue thing comes.”

“I-I,” he coughed.

“Spit it out!” she roared.

“It is called a croagunk, he called it a croagunk,” he spat out.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is Bianca, Jeffery, and that Andrew kid are missing. I bet the first two are here because they were kidnapped by the fat man. Andrew and J have probably flown the coop and that means Little Squirt is gone too. Now a blue monster is looking for us and not to deliver candy and happiness!” she said.


“Sorry, let’s continue,” Spencer said standing up.

“Let’s go up, I don’t think he has any jail cells in case of inspection. But I suspect he would keep um’ in his office at the top floor because that is the next best thing,” she said.

“Wow, how did you come up with that?” Spencer said in awe.

“Comic book,” she smiled and opened the door, her smile dropped, “It’s the um.”

“Croagunk,” he said, “move out of the way it’s coming.” He was too late.
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“You liar, I just had a run in with two of you little friends,” he snickered, “But Croagunk should take care of them.

Bianca wasn’t sure what to do now, this was the second time this week she had Jeffery’s unconscious body on her lap, “They’ll get away and get help.”

“Yes yes, where did you get that idea from? A comic book?” he laughed.

“How could you turn Croagunk against us?” she looked at Jeffery.

“Simple, fear, power, the thought of being stone again. It would drive anyone mad; I thought he would turn on
me after seeing that boy,” he poked Jeffery’s head with a cane, “ He wouldn’t even disobey for the Looker’s own apprentice! This was a worthwhile investment.”

She felt tears spring to her eyes, she wished there was something she could do.
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“Now you are asking for it,” Spencer stood with his Tranquill behind him, finally listening.

“Oh thank Arceus,” Cassie swore, she was lying on the ground holding her knee. The croagunk had pushed her to the ground, “The wannabe waiter finally grew a backbone.”

“Use air cutter,” he said with a commanding voice. The bird nodded and blasted gusts of sharp wind to the surprised croagunk. It took massive damage and knocked it off its feet, “That’s how the cookie crumbles.”

“Another one of those idol things?” she grumbled.

“Nope, like my new catchphrase?” he helped her up onto his Tranquill.

“It’s fine,” she said.

“Now you need a catch phrase!” his eyes shown.

“It’s gettin’ back up!” she pointed.

“Now we run, time for liftoff Tranquill!” It lifted its wings and flew out the door, Spencer running beside it.
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“We are here to stop you, so could you um let us leave?” Spencer said with little confidence.

“Tell us where J is or I get somethin’ to hurt ya.” Cassie shoved Spencer aside leaning forward on the man’s desk so she was inches away from his face.

“My croagunk will have to disagree.” He said then smiled showing all of his teeth.

“Don’t tell me,” she turned around, there it stood ready to fall from the damage, “Stand down Mr. Blue Thing. My friend here has a flying type that will bring you down if I say the word, right?”

“Um, what word,” he whispered to Cassie.

“Right!” she yelled no longer a question.

“Oh yes right!” he said quickly.

It ignored her warning and stole the pokeball away from Spencer, “This is bad.”

“Yep,” Spencer squeaked.

The croagunk got closer and closer to the pair preparing a brick break. When Jeffery’s eyes fluttered open, “Croagunk?” it stopped moving, “Are we done training now? Your brick break is as strong as ever. Why did you hit me? The Looker said,” his voice faltered as he started to lose consciousness again.

The croagunk leaped and brought his attack down hard, on the large man.

“Yes Croagunk!” Bianca cheered; it nodded and sat beside his friend’s apprentice, his friend.

“Now,” she grabbed the color of the man's shirt, “You have four unhappy teens and one very put out blue frog, albeit one is unconscious but when he wakes up I don’t think he’ll spare you pleasantries. Now tell me about this J woman.”

“I don’t know where she is or where she is headed I swear!” he cried.

“Oh really, blue frog is he telling the truth?” she asked.

“Okay! She is heading toward the east for some other business trip.”

“Now tell me everything she said to you and what happened here.” She said.

“She came in handed me the croagunk turned it back into flesh and blood then I gave her the money and she handed it to the man with her.” He explained.

“What did this man look like?”

“He was tall with long brownish-blond hair with a guitar strapped to his back.”

“That your guy?” she glanced over to Bianca.

“That sounds just like him! I’m sure it was Andrew.” She cried filled with so much happiness that he was still alive.

She dropped him, “Let’s move out again, no use wasting time in this dump.”

They exited the city minutes later after receiving croagunk’s pokeball from the man.

“My head hurts do much,” groaned Jeffery, the croagunk snickered.

“Hurry up you lollygaggers, maybe we’ll see my older sister when we head east,” Cassie said with a smile.

“Who is your sister?” Spencer asked.

“You’ve heard of her, she is only the famous S-class pokemon connoisseur, Burgundy.”

 

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Re: A Caged Bird Never Sings (Chapter 9)

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Chapter Ten: You Must Use Your Senses

Darkness, no windows, door shut firmly and locked, just darkness. Not only was he mute but now it was like he was blind too. He was sitting now, he tried standing up a few times but he ended up on the floor shortly after word each time. His guitar was on his back, but it wasn’t there long. He soon had it and was playing the harmony part for the Relic Song. The music comforted him, it was his light, it was the only thing connecting him to the outside world. He would pretend the sounds were seeping through the steel walls of the ship alerting everyone, I am here! He also wondered about Jeffery and Bianca. They were probably at home worried sick; all the lemonade in the store was gone probably the day after he was taken. He supposed Jeffery would try to find him but his injuries would stop him, Bianca would never allow it. So he sent the Looker, who felt bad for his apprentice and took on the mission right away, but it ended in tragedy. He could almost see the looks on their faces when they were told about the failed mission. Bianca would break into sobs and Jeffery would collapse. By now they must have lost hope in him returning. He was ready to lose hope when he saw the statue of the once proud detective. What kept him going were the last words of his best friend’s mentor, “I know something you don’t know.” Those strange words and that song helped him look past the darkness and into the light of a possible future.

She didn’t hear it, the mumblings, the accusations, the rumors. It was like she was deaf to all but him. She was to be notified if he started singing or playing immediately or consequences would be faced. As she walked down the hall towards the security room she heard nothing but faint echoes of the melody he played day after day. She didn’t hear what her grunts were saying; she had made yet another mistake without realizing it.

“She has gone off the deep end!”

“That guy, the one with the guitar, he’s changed her!”

“What should we do?”

“Kill him or her.” One voice was louder than the others, “Although I would prefer them both dead.”

“You mean, mutiny?”

“Yes, that is exactly what I mean. We are supposed to be on a mission for her client, what happens if she sits around listening to
his voice instead of doing that mission?”

“She doesn’t get paid.”

“That means we don’t get paid, we do all the dirty work already we could over throw her and run this operation ourselves and get paid even more!”

“But we can’t do it now!”

“Yes we’ll give her a chance to change, if she doesn’t toss that guitar player. We finish them off.”

“Yeah, finish her off!”

“We’ll get more money, ha ha!”

Yet she was oblivious to the obvious starting of an uprising. As she listened to Andrew’s short harmony melody, she felt the old J, the one before the music, sense something wrong telling her to crush the imbecile playing the music, and pulverize the leaders of the uprising. She ignored the nagging voice, believing nothing was wrong. Maybe she had gone off the deep end.

Bianca felt horrible. How could she of let all of this happen. When Andrew was taken, she stood by and watched crying out like it would do any good. She had always been clumsy and a bit of an airhead but she should’ve been able to do something. That day she stood by and watched as Jeffery stood unguarded, and took a blow to the head. All she could do was cry and hold his limp body. She let everyone else fight her battles for her; it was like she had lost her sense of touch, her ability to move. But no more. She would fight and help save Andrew.

Jeffery’s head hurt, although he was glad croagunk was so powerful, he just wished he hadn’t used any moves on him. No one had said very much as they headed toward J. He felt everyone was in a horrible mood. Bianca looked so, defeated. She was smiling but her eyes told a different story. He wished he could comfort her telling her everything is alright. But he couldn’t read her mind to find out what was wrong, how he wished he could. He needed that sixth sense, but even if he did have it, would it help him solve all of Bianca’s problems like he so desperately wanted to do?

The words stuck in her throat. Usually Cassie couldn’t stop speaking; she always had an opinion on everything. It was almost like she was mute like the boy they were after. She stole several sideways glances at Spencer, but quickly looked away each time. He had been so brave, so, amazing. She couldn’t think of a better word. Her older sister often told her about her boyfriend; Cassie thought by his description he was very annoying. She couldn’t possibly figure out why her sister loved him, her sister said she thought he was annoying too at first, but realized how great he truly was. In fact Spencer sometimes seemed to act very similar to her sister’s boyfriend. She put the thought aside; it would need deeper thought later.

Spencer tried to come up with several new catchphrases, since his first one impressed Cassie so much. “The smell of victory smells sweet?” he thought. He laughed silently, when had he ever smelt victory? It was more like the horrid stench of defeat. He sighed; he could have been a great trainer if only he had continued. If only he didn’t smell defeat at the hands of his idol. After he lost he stopped training and found a good waiter job like his idol and pretended to be him. He pretended he was an accomplished trainer who had never given up even after the first whiff of defeat. He wished he couldn’t smell anything.

“So J, we need to talk,” the door made a loud thud when it was swung open by a grunt who had a loud demanding voice. She turned around in her swivel chair slightly confused. ”We want you to get rid of the person playing the guitar or else.”