The Forsaken Entry 12

The Forsaken Entry #12

The clouds passed over a lush green park filled with trainers and their Pokémon, playing games and just relaxing, Suishou backed away slowly as the two towering trainers dressed in leather advanced on him.

"A stray Espeon is rare.." The cue ball trainer chuckled quietly as he knelt down to scoop up Suishou, who avoided and slipped away from his prying hands.

"Wait a minute Jerome." The Mohawk trainer grabbed him roughly by the shoulder. "This one has a ribbon on its tails, it has a trainer."

"Just look at it..." Jerome stood up, cricking his neck quietly. "Any trainer it has obviously doesn't take care of it to be in such a state, we'll look for its trainer, and if he doesn't give a Ratatta's..."

"Then we'll take it to a shelter." The Mohawk trainer finished, nodding in agreement.

"We'll then.." Jerome gestured to Suishou. "Let's find its owner!"

Immediately, Suishou was hailed by more hands than seemed possible for two people, darting frantically away from them, she ran against a tree, bruising her shoulder before stopping for breath as the trainers finally scooped her up.

"Quick little thing.." Jerome muttered as he started walking up to trainers, asking them if Suishou belonged to them.

A few hours later, every trainer in the park was asked, and the two trainers looked to each other before starting for the chain link fence.

"Guess your trainer isn't here, or he just doesn't luv ya." the Mohawk trainer sighed as he shrugged. "We been up 'n' down this entire area and there's no sign of him."

Suishou whimpered slightly as she attempted to wiggle from Jerome's grasp once again.

"That won't help..." Jerome cooed. "We'll take you where you can find a nice trainer..."

Just then, a familiar voice called out, as a exhausted looking trainer with brown unruly hair, a green jacket, a black shirt and jeans rested his hands on his knees, as the two trainers looked uneasily to each other...

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