Zap's Story

"Sir, we've seen no signs of the Eevee or any of his ragtag group of friends."

Castol snarled as the sun set below the horizon in Nimbasa. To many, the scene would be a beautiful one...especially with the view he had in Nimbasa City. It was almost like the sun set on top of a neon rainbow, preparing for the night's events as the city truly began to sparkle. For Castol, however, it was a reminder that another day had passed without the oh-so-clever Pitch in his possession. And that made him mad.

A cold, harsh wind blew against the Charmeleon. This made him enraged further, making him heat up the air around him. The Houndoom stepped back, a little scared by what Castol must be feeling and who he wished to take this aggression out on. Typically, it wasn't his right hand man. However, he had failed his master on more than one occasion over the past two days and he was the only Pokemon in sight. He gulped silently.

"Search everywhere," Castol snapped as he began to pace, "Everywhere. All parts of Nimbasa City. Places we've been. Places we have not. I want this little prick in front of me by the morning's dawn or it'll be YOUR HIDE I'M SKINNING!" He roared the last part at him, causing the Houndoom to visibly jump back and run back towards the main hall. His tail was in between his legs, something he almost never did.

Castol turned back towards his perch over the city, his claws still clenched in fists. The night lifers were beginning to make their way out onto the streets to enjoy the rides and games and amusements the desert city had to offer. Some headed towards the amphitheater to witness the glory of a Dean Friday concert. Others took a more "classical" approach and went into the PokeTheater to see a production of "King AZ". A lot of the little kids were wandering around the streets, going to vendors and riding the rides. The whole city could be seen as a theme park.

But Castol wasn't interested in any of it. Castol was interested in finding a little brown furball scurrying through the alleyways.

"I'll get you, Pitch," Castol mumbled to himself through gritted teeth, his fist clenching tighter, "I always get what I want."

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The crazy span of the day's events had Pitch completely wiped. The weird weapons, the massive ships, the Pokemon retaliation to drive the hostiles out of the city. It was all so new to him...so unique to experience. He'd had more excitement over the past few days than he ever had in his lifetime...and that was saying something.

So it was natural for him to just rest and fall asleep without thinking. It was natural for him to overlook the fact that they would probably need someone to stay awake and keep watch throughout the night. It was natural for him to forget that despite him being in his designated home, he was still in enemy territory and was libel to being caught. It was likely that the others: Glow, Zap, Aurora, Mud, and Fluff, all thought the same way.

So when the Bannette peered through the opening in the ceiling and saw everyone sleeping like sitting ducks, no one would probably notice. No one would probably wake up and look up to see the slinky Ghost-Type examining their surroundings. No one would be able to stop this Bannette as she took off to tell her master their location.

And as such, they would wake up to a nasty surprise in the middle of the night.

Glow twitched peacefully in sleep. She yawned, seeming to wake up, but flopped back over, (may I add looking like a dork)