ILLEGAL [C]

I told you that I would never be 

a scizor blurred into place already in front the crackhead with a knife, a la instantaneous bullet punch, and proceeded to place a claw around his neck and pin him to the wall of one of the buildings. the criminal attempted to stab knife to no avail; the shiv simply didn't want to pierce the steel-type. in response, the steel-type reeled back it's other claw and begun to lay into the man's stomach with more bullet punches. he's exclaiming in pain with every punch. by this time, the flash from the poke balls has dissipated.

an armaldo, being not as swift as the scizor, came out of the poke ball with a loud "KERCHINK, BOOM" before a fist-sized rock impacted and dislocated the second target's shoulder. rendered paralyzed by pain, the man tried to find his way in the light before another "KERCHINK, BOOM" broke the man's leg, knocking him to the ground. he then found himself with an armaldo foot crushing his ribcage. he's also yelling in pain.

finally, a litleo shot a steady stream of fire at the last man's jacket, alighting it. shocked out of fear of burning himself, the man was too busy attempting to put out the fire to notice the woman springing into action. fidel jumped up, kicked off a wall, "FUCKING OUTTA HERE, BITCH," and gave the last man a hard swing at his jaw. she then pinned him under her legs and started beating into his face, the tiny litleo setting up noble roars.

"YOU!" CRACK, "DON'T!" CRACK, "FUCKING!" CRACK, "MUG!" CRACK, "TRAINERS!" CRACK, "DUMBASS!" CRACK! blood begun to stain fidel's fists as she gave the man a facial reconstruction without his consent before her head snapped up and she spotted the newcomer. the witness. shit, she swore that the area was clear!

her scizor, armaldo, and litleo all turned to face the man in the entrance to the alleyway, the would-be-assailants groaning at the lingering pain. there was a silent pause.

I told you that I would never be 

fidel, in all honestly, was about to hightail it out of there. she could get the gym badge later, when things cooled down; getting arrested wasn't high on her to-do list. either that, or the guy was with the other guys, and she'd have to gut a fourth person. which, with the vullaby on him, she really didn't want to do. pokemon were a weak spot on her, man.

but as she listened to him, fidel made her own connections in her head. firstly, her gut instinct told her that he was telling the truth. fair enough; he didn't really have any reason to lie to her now, and if it was, then he was probably saving his own ass. which she could understand. aight, the guy wasn't bad, he just had some weed on him. which meant he spoke her language! good, good.

and... someone owed him money? fidel winced. she hadn't kept a low profile, that was for sure. she might have cost the guy some time in getting his cash. "yo, i'm dangerous, sure, but not a psycho. we won't kill your pokemon." the girl clarified, getting off of the unconscious man under her. her own pokemon followed suit, given their targets were already either on the last legs of consciousness or absolutely knocked out.

knife wasn't all that accustomed to dealing with kids. even as a scyther, he was born and raised under the whole 'keep your hands to yourself' policy, which was fairly smart. money, however, did know how to act friendly despite claws. the armaldo bent down and extended a claw to the vullaby with a smile in a sort of 'how do you do' fashion, while the litleo prowled up to the bird and purred politely.

fidel took out a water bottle and started washing the blood off her fists, washing the liquid off there before the blood dried up and became brown. "you had guys owe you money? shit, if i scared them away, then they're still somewhere. i could help you out to make it up to you." 'and to save my own ass if it comes down to it' was unspoken between the two of them, but was probably understood. fidel shrugged. "checking around the block's easy when you've got a blitzle."

I told you that I would never be 

fidel saw it, as well. blur of a person-- was he sprinting past?-- either way, he was getting away. while her litleo and her armaldo were busy occupying the vullaby, her scizor noticed it as well. right, then. "yeah, i saw it. money, lighter, let's go." she commanded. both of her pokemon nodded loyally and returned to their pokeballs, the armaldo setting the vullaby on the ground and giving it a pat on the head before returning.

fidel grabbed another pokeball and released battery, her blitzle. the little zebra looked fairly young, but seemed able to support a human adult without a problem. "here's my pokemon, ride it, yeah? my pokemon are fast as hell, so i'll hunt down your guy and let you beat the crap out of him all you want." she said without argument. inside, she was mentally sighing. man, she thought she was gonna get away from the streets with the pokemon adventure... ah well. if anyone had to do it, she was one of the more qualified, right?

in the meantime, fidel and her scizor seemed to be getting in position for... something. in all honesty, she had only done this with her pokemon in testing-- seemed like it could be useful one day. never expected it to be this soon, however. right, then. fidel suddenly jumped onto the red pokemon's back, grabbing hold of it's wings and wrapping her legs around it's smooth, curved waist. the scizor glowed with a light-blue aura, and it started to have a sort of after-image. it had used agility.

"try not to throw up on my pokemon though, man." she said with an audible smirk, looking over her shoulder before both pokemon fucking bolted after the man. the acceleration felt near-instantaneous, absolutely fucking hell for anyone's stomach. knife sprinted forth on two metallic legs, sped up by the sharp speed boost it gave itself. it's "RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT" footsteps were absolutely audible, almost like a piston going back and forth on cobblestone.

the blitzle kept up with the scizor through it's sheer speed, with it's electric typing and it's hooves rapidly galloping at an absurd speed. when it seemed like it was trailing behind, it'd suddenly accelerate back to a competitive pace with a quick attack. zooming down the alleys, fidel and knife kept her eyes peeled for the figure that went past.

he had gotten a head start, but fidel did keep to her word; her pokemon were, indeed, fast as hell.

I told you that I would never be 

fidel looked behind her just in time to see the man launch himself off of battery and onto his target. she frowned as she heard his words, tapping knife to stop in place. shit, she'd been on both sides of this deal, before. she can't remember the amount of times she'd booked it from whoever she'd copped out on. well, fidel didn't really want to start any beef in eterna, not when there was a gym badge to win.

not when there was a pokemon journey to have.

she thought she'd gotten out of the whole mess, but as it turned out, her being weird and hanging out in alleyways is going to be the end of her. she'd stopped living on the streets. she'd stopped getting into bad places. she'd stopped being that girl who lived and died as a scrapper. she... she had pokemon to take care of, now. she couldn't afford to do that.

but instead, here she was, popping off on muggers and getting someone to his money and chasing down galactic and getting fucking suspicious of well-meaning people. fidel tuned out the yelling in the background to contemplate herself. nah. she... she couldn't live like this anymore. she had to get out of this neighborhood. again, she had pokemon to take care of. she'd do everything to protect them, hunt down anyone who tried to hurt them, but this? this wasn't doing any good.

fidel must have looked downcast as hell, because both of her pokemon noticed it. "...i won't do this again, guys. battery, return." for pokemon who knew their trainer's background, those words had gravity to them. there was a pregnant pause between the three of them. the zebra looked at her sympathetically before returning to it's poke ball. knife, on the other hand, was more stern. it looked behind it's back at her with a single eye. "sci... zor?" it said, and fidel felt like she knew what it meant. "yeah." she said apprehensively before trying to steel herself more. "...yeah, i'll be fine."

it stared a bit more. it was... concerned for her. concerned, and hoping she was feeling alright. the scizor gestured to an exit to a main street. let's get out of here, it said. fidel nodded. "our job's done. guy got his money. one sec..." fidel jumped off of knife, pulled out a bright-pink sticky note, wrote on it, and slapped it somewhere really fucking obvious where the guy would see it. she then got back onto knife. "alright, let's go." the red steel-type sprinted away with it's razor-sharp speed.

the pink note was the only trace of them left. what it said?