The Hacker [Pokemon Fanfiction]

The Hacker: Chapter 21

"Another day, another island," I muttered under my humid breath as I stepped off the ferry, a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead. Stepping onto the hot sand of Kin Island, my feet sunk slightly though I kicked on. From boredom, I reeled my mind with numbers from gathering data of my surroundings.

The temperature must be roughly around 98 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is approximately 36.6 repeating degrees Celsius. From the sun's location in the sky and the pinpoint axis the Sevii Islands sit at... It must be around 11am. Which means... It's only going to grow warmer. Red pushed beside me just in time, shooting a crooked glance.

I urged myself to give a tugged smirk in response to him.

However, his dark eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "Copycat," the rufescent-eyed trainer snorted curtly.

"She's with you, isn't she?"

The trainer shook his head. Worry washed like a wave over the two of us, both of our faces trickling into a fear as we started to search around the area recklessly. The two of us called out her name repetitively, running around the island front in search for the small girl.

"Red, you search the town. I'll stay back and see if anyone has seen her by the boats." I ordered Red who signaled his understanding before running off into the small port town. The time passed, the sun pulling farther across the sky as I asked around. Numerous of the people who I questioned were begrudged to help me, most being gang bikers. The people who were able to speak with me had no useful clues.

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen her."

"Green hair? Unusual. Sorry!"

"Carrying a Clefairy doll? Nope."

"Haven't seen anyone like that."

"She's your daughter? Oh, sister! Can't say I noticed a person like that."

"I'll keep an eye out."

All paths lead to the same end, leading me to drag my sorry ass into the town to find Red with the fading hope that he came across any information. The baking beach abruptly sprouted with the iconic jade grass of this world and a dusty, over-walked, and crooked pathways trudging across as the island's road lines. A single red home was first to greet any traveler on my left and not much further was a Pokemon Center for the weary. I craned my head back to see, behind an army of angry bikers, was a seven-shape of four plum-slated ranch abodes.

Back to the scene where an army of angry bikers ganged up on two locals, that was what I saw. Great men with shaved heads hunched over their chuffing motorcycles.

Unlike the tigers who chuff out of friendliness, these motorbikes seemed more: "Give me your valuables and I won't slit your throat." Well, I guess the bikers might be happy with that.

Standing in between the predator and prey was a peace keeper with short sable hair and crimson eyes.

"Get the hell out of our way, punk." The gang leader spat, an Arbok tattoo ensnaring itself around the man's exposed arms.

Red simply shook his head, his inflamed justice unwavering from his fixed position.

The leader snarled before one of his grunts coughed up an idea, "How about we just send out our pokemon against him, sir Praxton?"

The Praxon character mulled it over for a moment before grinning menacingly, "Men! I have come up with a genius idea!" all leaned in but the grunt who shot out the ganging up proposal. "We send out all of our pokemon against the little shit and toast him!"

"Genius Mr. Praxton!"

"Great idea!"

"How does boss come up with these things?" with that, the bikers sent out their collection of Grimers and Koffing in an illuminated flash.