Neon Lights Fade and We Go Out With Them
Part 1
by V-Star
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Okay, I seem like a downer in this fic, I'm not.
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TIME: Unknown
LOCATOIN: Desert of Seirah

Dust settles on the area surrounding me. I stand there, staring into the the pit ahead. Not seaing my target, I reach to 
the pouch on my belt and withdraw my binolculars. Scanning the area, I find the house I am searching for, and I signal to
my communicator that I have reached the appointed destination. Afterwards, I hop on my cycle and ride in the dusty area ahead

	Entering the house I have been looking for, I am starteled by the appearance, It is a shack, completly untouched 
in years, or so it looks. I search it for the item in question. The dark room is lit only by the red sky outside. I should
explain, it's not really red, but the dust and polution has made it a blood color. I like it that way, actually. It seems 
almost morbid, like myslef. It has been years since I really had a normal life. All in a day's work for me is pretty much
unexplainable.
	Searching the room completly I finally discover the set of badges I have been looking for. I pick them up. They are
in a leather box with a glass cover. I smile. The treasure has been found.
	I should explain, you see, these badges are very old. They were made way back when only rich people could train 
pokemon. That's why they're jewel encrusted and worth over 50 million dollars a peice. Just my luck, there are eight of them.
Placing the badges in my pocket, I head out and once again board my cycle.
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	The next day I am hiding in the woods, full uniform donned, hat included, and my visor puled down so my face is 
expressionless. Approaching my destination, I signal to my Pokemon. An Arcanine. Very powerful, very fast. I respect it for 
other reasons, however. Personal.
	My lack of detail makes this report dull, but I'll do this as clean as I can.

	I enter the town where I have been beckoned. Nightime. I am a puppet, my master pulls the strings, I dance. I move 
with the wheel of life constantly, getting pulled an tugged. As I draw my blasted on instinct, I aim it at a house nearby. 
This town has no Officer Jenny, I am sure of it. Relaxing my body, I pull the trigger. 
	Large energy blast erupts from the end of my gun. Not surprised. Happens all the time.

	The window I have blasted shatters. I hear nearby people screaming. No biggie. They all scream. I stopped listening 
a long time ago. To bad for them. The glass falls to the ground as if in slow motion. I watch it, and put my blaster away.
I am ready to enter.
	Going into the house by floating over the rubble I created, I see my blaster has hit the intended target. I smashed
about 5 feet into the house. It looks firmiliar. Going upstairs, I search for valuables. First rule of being a Rocket.
Find some jewelery in a woman's room. Not that good, but still useful. 
	As I ocuntinue to search the house, I discover a room which looks more lived in. The strange thing, is that while it 
appears to be a child's room, it is still somehow ghostly. It seems as though the mess here was made long ago. I decide to 
examine the room anyway, and open the drawers to find things. After what seems like the longest time, I finally discover a
box marked: "Valubles" in sloppy marker kanji. I slowly open the box, for it is covered with dust. 
	Switching on my flashlight, I pear at the contents. 

	Inside the old cardboard box, is essentially what most children treasure. Marbles, pictures of the child's favorite 
pokemon, a little toy airplane and underneath it all- something that surprises me. Under all the junk there is something, a
book, tatered with use. I lift it from the box with my gloved hands and open the cover.

	My life will never be the same again.

	It was a journal. This wasn't surprsing until I read the name scrawled in the front.
	
	Ash Ketchum.
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END OF PART 1
TBC! ^_^