Author: DJ GF PM
In the city of Dranite, Pokemorphs have now been wanting to gain control while an illegal deal is being made by the two biggest team. Another day for Detective David.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,202 - Reviews: 7 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 05-27-07 - Published: 02-08-07 - id: 3384045
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Thank you for reading at least the author's note. It is great watching stats and knowing that people do even bother to open up the window and possibly read the story. For this story, I ask the readers to try to save what you would write in reviews till you understand the story, unless you must say it. Also, I would like to note that I have been playing Need for Speed. This fan fiction will be written with the use of cars and fast speed driving. But I will promise no driving that is off the walls. Again, thank you for reading this and possibly the whole story, so enjoy.
There was a sudden noise of trash cans falling. The teenager turned around to see a lid spinning on the ground before coming to a halt, someone was hiding. Not fearing the danger, he approached the trash can to only find what was considered the dirt of the city. A small boy at the age of ten was huddled against the brick wall, trying to hide from the stranger. "S-s-sorry, sir," the boy knew this may not work.
The boy's hair was a thick black and stringy, but his entire body could use the thickness of his hair. He was scrawny, never having enough to eat at all. Most of all, his face and hands were raw red, telling others that he was very cold. "Ya' poor thing," the hidden person pitied the kid, "Just left in the cold without anyone caring now."
The little boy didn't reply. Instead, the warmer one took off his coat, revealing his secret, and handed the coat to the boy. The hidden secret was something that the citizens had been trying to remove by any means necessary. His arms where an orange fur while his hands were dirt brown. His chest and stomach (which was mostly covered by a black muscle shirt) also had fur, the same color as his arms, but his stomach to his neck was white. His head, without a doubt of following the rest of his body, was orange and rounded. His ears were very pointed, almost elegantly, and yellow on the inside but black on the outside. The only thing that honestly made him look human was his dark brown eyes.
Taking the coat, the boy put it on in fear. He was told to stay away from those that aren't completely human. They were said to want to have dominate control over the food chain, mostly because they believed they were superior than humans and that mankind owed them. "Here, let's get you out of here. You probably haven't found a good place to sleep," the Pokemorph gently pulled the kid up. He guided the quiet boy to the end of the alley until they could hear cars coming by. It wasn't the typical sound you would hear at the interstate as a car passed you, or a crazy teenager slamming on the gas when the light turned green. It was a car, but the engine sounded powerful enough to pull trucks. The Pokemorph was the first to look out of the alley and his eyes widened in horror as at least a dozen or so cars started to approach. He shoved the kid back into the alley and yelled, "Run!"
The Pokemorph then made a sprint down the same road as the cars, leaving the kid who fell behind. The cars then started to accelerate, the engines roaring even louder. Seeing the light, the kid struggled up and started to sprint to the end of the alley. He could hear the cars pass by and see the lights reflect off the walls and onto him. He was about two thirds of away when all of the cars went by, but one was coming back. The kid turned his head back to see lights now coming off the wall and now the front of a small black car was facing him. It slowly started to roll into the alley with ease, it was narrow enough to have plenty of space. The kid took a step back at first, then turned around and sprinted for the exit. The then speeded up fast enough that the kid won't get away. Before he could get to the end, a red sports car stopped in front of the exit from the left. The driver in the black car panicked and came to a halt. The kid ran up to the sports car and tried to look inside. But before he could, the passenger door opened and a man in the driver's seat yelled, "Get in!"
The kid got in, but the black car's then slipped on the ground, trying to get off. The door closed and the red car moved out of the exit, making the black one shoot out and make a hard turn. Both then sped up and took off on the empty road. Inside the red car, the man quickly told the kid to put on the seatbelt and hold on. Without hesitation, the kid pulled the black strap above his right ear across him and snapped it on. He saw little holes he could hold onto on the seat. It was a fast ride, probably the fastest the kid had ever seen. The dark blue lamps passed almost as quickly as they came. But for a fast ride, it was almost smooth. The car almost flew across bumpy parts and the engine was quiet. The black car behind was behind them, the bright headlights would shin from the back glass before moving away and coming back.
They quickly got to the large freeway, crowded with other drivers, and now the orange lights showed the interior of the car. Everything was black. The seats had no cushion but had curves and bumps that wasn't relaxing for the little kid. The dashboard looked almost like any other car, but the radio was off and the air conditioning unit was set to zero. A large black box sat between the two and was on. Frequently, the box would pick up signals of other radios. Another, yet smaller and smoother, box laid on the dashboard and against the window. The boy looked over at the driver grabbing the thin metal steering wheel with only black leather around the wheel. The man was seated comfortably and looked calm. His brown hair was untamed and messy and a small weak beard ran down his face, he must have not shaven for a while.
"Hold on real tight," the man then said. The kid looked out the front window to see a black SUV going the wrong way and heading straight at them. All of the cars were pulled over except the three in the pursuit, the red car and the SUV almost ready to hit each other. At the last moment, the man steered to the left almost two lanes. Seeing this, but not far enough in advance. The SUV only moved half way to the other lane. As the red car passed them, the SUV tried to turned around, but ended up falling over on its side by the massive weight. The car that was chasing them originally avoided the SUV but lost too much speed in trying to move out of the way.
It was right after they started to have control over the car again that the large box went off with another signal. "There has been reports of high speed driving on the interstate heading north, can I have a unit head over there?" The boy was going to moan about the bad news, but he was expecting the man to say something. Nothing came out of his mouth. The boy then looked at the side mirror and noticed that the black car wasn't chasing them anymore.
They then pulled over to the side and came to a stop. Sirens could be heard from around them and the boy could only think of one thing, they were going to jail. The man looked over at the person he possibly saved and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," the boy muttered. Now five cop units drove by and the sixth car pulled up behind them.
"Good, I'm going to need your help on something."
"With what?" the boy asked.
The officer was now walking up to the driver's side when the man continued while rolling down the window, "I'm officer David, and I have a case I've been trying to solve and fix."
"David," the officer put his head by the window, "You need to come by the station." The officer then noticed the passenger, "I'll guide you. I see what you did now." The man, David, gave a chuckle as he rolled up the window and started his car again.