Word: Violent

Song: Black Widow (feat. Rita Ora)

Album: The New Classic (2014)

It was really cold that morning.

A young man entered the lobby he had thought it was empty only to see a figure behind the front desk presumably sleeping with their feet on the said desk and a vintage issue of Playboy covering their face. The lobby seemed quite plain with its cream painted walls, worn-out orange carpet, and furniture that seemed to have been there since the war (probably the Johto one). The only light sources in the room were a broken ceiling lamp that blinked every twenty-second and the Tentacruel shaped lampshade on the front desk.

Seeing as the person he was to meet was not yet there he decided to take a seat at one of the stiff metal chairs underneath a corkboard that had outdated schedule of battles for the Pokémon League. As soon as he took his seat a very loud creak sound came from the chair and he immediately turned his eyes towards the person behind the desk. It seems though that this person was a very heavy sleeper and he or she did not move a single inch.

Breathing a sigh of relief he checked his watch to see that it was a one twenty-eight in the morning. Rubbing his hands on his thighs he had no other choice but to wait, it was better to come early than to face her wrath when he was late. Around four minutes passed when he heard the ding coming from the elevator. Immediately he stood up as the metal doors opened to reveal a young woman.

The woman immediately saw him and signalled to come to the elevator. Without saying a word he followed her order and gave her a nod as while she pressed the floor.

She was shorter than him only barely reaching his shoulders; she had shoulder-length red hair, a few freckles on her face that she usually hid with foundation but right now did not think it was necessary and she wore a simple white and green knitted sweater with washed-out jeans and a pair of dirty sneakers that seem to have some red paint splattered on them.

The two stood in silence as the floor numbers went up. Usually, he would try to start some chit-chat to ease the awkwardness but right now he wasn't in the mood and it seems so was she.

As soon as they reached the floor he noticed how she was constantly rubbing her shoulder and he could see the sweat from the back of her neck. Despite this he didn't say anything he just followed her down the hall, there was still that ugly orange carpet in this floor and the walls were in an even more disgusting shade of brown.

They finally reached the room and as she opened the door they could hear the faint sounds of a couple fighting down the hall.

"They're still together?" he asked breaking the long silence.

She almost jumped when she opened the door and faced him she opened her mouth to say something but decided against it and just gestured him to come inside.

He entered the apartment and was greeted by the living room that looked like it came from a furniture catalogue. The entire house looked like it came from that same catalogue. There were no personal items; all the pictures were of flowers, landscapes or whatever default painting you can get off a department store.

For the first time, she spoke to him "He's in the bedroom" she pointed at the white door at the corner "Tea?"

Putting down his messenger bag on one of the white sofas and pulling out something from inside "Maybe a cup of coffee"

Nodding she then headed for the kitchen and turned on the lights. The kitchen was covered in white wood panels with black countertops. The place was spotless as though it had never been used. Which was truly the only item used was the kettle and most of the coverts were empty except one drawer for the teabags and coffee.

She took his usual white mug from the shelf while waiting for the kettle to boil and took a pack of instant coffee. She should probably get actual coffee beans and a coffee maker but he usually took tea or already had a cup of coffee with him.

She leaned against the counter as she waited. She had a slightly more difficult time with this one. She had been doing this for half a year so she should already have made a routine of it. Yet despite how many nights she had been doing this she still couldn't help but find herself throwing up in the toilet or having sleepless nights shaking in fear.

There was also something strange about . . . him. The only thing she knows about him was that his name was Ash and he was very good at his job. He seemed to be around the same age as her if not slightly younger, but from the way he dressed in his hoodies and sweatpants she could guess he was either a uni student or just a recluse. He was usually a little more outgoing and talkative always trying to make normal conversation talking about random things like cooking, the weather or battle strategies.

But he never talked about himself.

And neither did she.

It was in here that the kettle boiled.

It was still dark outside and there was snow falling which was not uncommon in this area. There was now a large black bag in the centre of the room along with some buckets on the side.

"Mist" Ash had on a black sort of raincoat over his clothing while he sipped his coffee "You alright?" he asked the young lady.

The redhead seemed to be trying to distract herself by staring at the Ikea painting "Oh I'm fine" she tugged on the sleeves of her sweater "Just a few scratches"

Looking at his cup "You should try to be more careful then" he turned his head towards her.

"I . . . I think I can take care of . . . myself" she sighed and looked away.

"You say that" he placed the mug on the brown glass coffee table "But your bathroom was a mess"

"He was quite rowdy" she replied mechanically "The drugs that I usually give didn't work much on him"

"I wasn't talking about the blood on the floor" he stood up.

She lifted her head to face him but didn't say a word.

Ash sighed then went over the large black bag "Thanks for the coffee" he said before grabbing the handles of the bag taking a deep breath and lifting it from the ground.

Immediately Misty rushed over to open the door for him.

"I guess I'll see you next week" he nodded towards her before leaving taking the black bag with him.

Misty gave him a small wave as he went down the hall before she slowly closed the door. She quickly pressed the lock and pressed her back against the door and slowly descending until she was seated on the floor.

She closed her eyes and started to take deep breaths for a few moments before she decided to stand up again. She needed to clean up the buckets but before she could focus on that on the corner of her eye she spotted a brown leather messenger bag on one of the sofas.

Her head turned towards the door and back to the bag. She then quickly went over to the couch she faced the door again expecting him to come and take his bag but there was nothing. She looked at the bag again, it was very much used as she could tell from the quality of the leather, the straps of the bag seem to be brand new compared to the body of the bag and the buckles were made from gold.

She then slowly undid the straps and opened the flap of the bag. What she saw was an extra black bag, extra gloves and a couple of face masks. Her attention then shifted towards the pockets where she managed to find a simple brown leather card case. There were three cards on of which she could tell was probably his license, a credit card and what seemed to be an id for Celadon University.

"So he is a student" she spoke aloud when at that exact moment she heard a knocking on the door. She quickly put back the card case and closed his bag before carrying it and opening the door. As soon as she opened the door before he could even say a syllable she immediately shoved his bag at him and immediately closed the door.

Ash just stood outside for a moment not knowing what to make of it instead he yelled out a 'thank you'. He was about to leave when she suddenly opened the door again but only enough to show her face.

"I didn't see anything," she said with her face that had a hint of redness.

He looked at her then at his bag then back at her "You opened it"

"But I didn't see anything"

"I see"

"You shouldn't just leave your things"

"It slipped my mind"

"You shouldn't be doing that then"

"I won't do again, I'm sorry" he then gave her a bow before he turned away and left.

She closed the door.

"I think he has another woman"

All three girls including Misty looked at their friend one puzzled, one surprised and the other still sipping her tea. They were currently in a small café in a snowy afternoon.

May grabbed the young wife's hand "Sakura, what . . . what are you talking about?"

"Who am I kidding he probably has a hoard of them" she pulled back her hands and covered her face as tears began to fall "He hasn't been home for two weeks and he only came home to ask for money!"

"I knew that man was no good!" Iris pounded her fist on the small table "I knew he was a bastard the moment he locked eyes with your sister during the wedding!"

May chastised the older woman "Don't make her freak out even more"

"Too late she already is" Misty sighed as Sakura continued to wail "Sakura please calm down" the redhead sat next to her and rubbed her back.

"How sure are you that he even has a mistress?" May asked, "Maybe he's . . . just doing drugs?"

Iris gave the younger girl a look of disgust and disappointment "And how is that better?"

"It can't be helped" Sakura lifted her face from her palms "I should have known better"

"So what are you gonna do about your kid?" May asked.

Iris interjected, "Well, of course, she's leaving him!"

"You can't just pack up your things and go?" May reasoned "There's the boy's schooling, where to live and all other things to worry about"

"A divorce is always messy but if you prove that he abandoned you then it'll be easier" Iris reasoned.

While the two girls argued Misty pulled some tissues from the box on the table and wiped her friend's tears "Don't worry, things will work out eventually"

The sun was setting down again and someone was knocking on her door. She adjusted her black silk robe and made sure her lipstick was fine on the mirror before she opened the door.

Right in there grinning at her was a tall light-skinned man with a cocky look on his face. He has a narrow face with a rounded jaw, a small nose, small ears and very thin lips. His dark blue eyes are rounded, and he has thin eyebrows. He has closely shaved brown hair which is straight when allowed to grow. "Well good evening" he greeted.

"Good evening, Georgio" the woman let the man into her apartment "It's been a while"

Georgio walked around her living room looking around "You have a nice little place out here"

"Do you want some coffee? Tea?" Misty asked entering her kitchen "Juice?"

"I don't think that's necessary" the man followed her and quickly placed a hand on her hip.

Misty turned her head towards him "Does your wife know anything about this"

This made the man smirk "Does Sakura know that you do this?"

Looking away "To some extent . . . yes"

"I don't think she should know about all your customers," he said as he breathed into her shoulder "You smell quite nice"

Taking a deep breath "It won't last for long"

As he was having his dinner of risotto with roasted mushrooms at the empty dining hall he could hear the echoes of Edvard Greig's At the Cradle that was being played in the other room. It was always awkward for him to come to this house, it was as though every time he walked through those doors the air was slowly getting sucked out of his lungs and by the time he'd reach his car he'd be gasping like a Magicarp.

The dining hall looked very empty with him being the only one eating, he kinda felt bad for the servants behind him waiting for him to finish. He had come to the party a few hours late just when they had finished dinner and have all went to the salon to listen to Gary play a few tunes.

As he was sipping his glass of 1933 Companhia Vinicola da Madeira Madeira Malvazia he couldn't help but feel the piercing gaze of the portraits of the people scattered throughout the dining hall. Sure he lived in the manor during his high-school years but he usually ate with the servants in the kitchen as he didn't have to. On a few occasions, he does eat here though he can't help but feel like all five generations of Oak were looking at him in disdain wishing to banish him if possible.

Sometimes he wished he could banish himself, but he had to do it, it was for mom.

It was around this time a plump maid with a very strong Sinnoh accent went behind him and whispered to his ear "Sir, the Professor has called for you"

Taking one last look at his empty wine glass he placed it on the table and took out the napkin from his neck "Tell him I'll be there shortly, thank you Tiroda"

"Pika pika" came running wearing a tiny red bowtie was his best buddy and probably the only one keeping him sane tonight.

"Anyone, we like there pal?" Ash asked as he tried to adjust his tie while heading for the salon.

"Pipipika" the electric mouse then using his self-taught transformation skill turning into several of the guests "Pikachuchu"

"Madam Mu, the psychiatrist who thinks everyone should fuck like pokemon"

"PikaaaChuu chu pika" Pikachu used his paws as a moustache.

"Colonel Vons Mark, the guy who keeps declaring war against Johto"

"Pipipika" Pikachu made gestures with his hands to create hair then made another gesture bending his back and walking with an invisible cane.

"The Smiths, members of the board for the League"

"Pikachu" the mouse did a gesture pretending to have hair.

"You have me lost on that one"

"Pipikachuuu" Pikachu then pretended to wallow in one corner.

"Ah, Professor Ivy"

"Well nice to see you too Ash" both of them looked up to see the said professor wearing a simple black gold floral crepe dress that showed off her long pale legs.

Nodding towards the woman "Is the Professor here?" he asked as he entered the room and saw many more people sitting or standing around while Gary was in the centre of the room playing Liszt's Lullaby on the old black grand piano.

The woman pointed at the elderly man seated near the large window over-looking the forest behind the manor "You should play a few tunes yourself; he'll get tired eventually" she said gesturing towards Gary.

Giving her a smile "When he runs out of stuff to play maybe" he then made his way through the crowd of people holding champagne or their evees and finally reached the professor.

"Ah glad to finally see you here" the old man patted his palm on the space on the sofa next to him "Come sit"

As soon as Gary finished the song Ash took his seat next to the professor "You called for me?"

"It's been a while since I saw you" the Professor turned his head towards the young man "In fact the last time I saw you was during the Christmas ball"

Rubbing the back of his head "I've been . . . busy"

"Of course you have" Samuel Oak then turned to his grandson was now taking suggestions from the crowd on what to play "You should take time to rest"

"I'll take note of that"

"You should" he placed his hand on the raven head's shoulder "I want you to come on by sometime next week I have something I want to discuss with you, in private"

Raising a brow "On what sort of matters"

"I think you know" he smiled at him.

"So," Misty said after she had finished tying him up "You ready?"

Georgio currently had his arms and feet tied up to the posts of her bed, he was completely naked, had a gag in his mouth and judging from his little friend very excited.

The redhead was dressed up in a plunge bra made from net tulle exposing her breasts and nipples with a matching thong and suspenders "Shhh" she stroked her fingers on his face "I'm gonna make sure you're gonna feel much better" she said in a breathy tone.

The man just nodded his head in excitement as the scantily clad woman straddled herself on his waist. She stroked her long red manicured nails around his chest while she bit his ear "You've been a very naughty boy" she hissed.

She then started giving kisses going down his neck unto his chest until his bellybutton. She could feel his hardness on her exposed butt but she kept going teasing the man making sure to lick and touch all his sensitive spots.

She started stroking his face again "You know what they say about naughty boys" she smirked as she reached over to her bedside drawer to pull out a knife.

At the sight of this Georgio's eyes widened and his body jolted.

"Oh no no" Misty pinched his cheeks "Don't be so scared big boy" she gently held the blade against his chin "It's only a toy"

The man struggled with his binds and he started grumbling under the gag he had but the redhead made them tight enough.

By this she had a wicked smile on her face "I'm surprised you haven't heard of my reputation" she pulled away from him and raised the knife "There's a reason why I always change my sheets"

The man again tried to get his hands free by pulling and thrashing in the bed but it only just made her laugh.

"I can hear you squealing through the gag you rotten pig" Misty hissed before she gave him a hard slap on the face leaving a hand mark and a few scratch marks.

She could see in his eyes a mixture of anger and a tinge of fear; he wasn't as strong as he looks since he didn't manage to even spit out the gag, unlike the guy last week that she had to use drugs to knock him down.

She turned her eyes to the clock on the wall; it was still ten in the evening. She then turned to her victim and with one last smile, she then stuck the knife into the man's chest. She then lifted the knife again and struck it again and again until blood was spilling everyone unto her, the bedsheets, her ceiling and everywhere. The man's gag was now full of his saliva and drool started to flow down from his face. It was after the fifth stab that she stopped and got off him.

The man was motionless as she removed the gag from his mouth leaving his mouth and eyes wide open. She then happened to see herself in the mirror and saw that she was practically covered in blood but at this point, it was just paint for her. She then took out a flip phone from her nightstand and dialled a memorized number; he picked on the third ring.

She turned to the lifeless body bleeding on her bed "I made a mess again"

"Can I ask a question?" Misty asked a few hours later, she had already taken a shower and now changed to a green knitted sweater and a long brown skirt. She was currently seated on her sofa cradling a cup of green tea in her hands.

Ash was currently in her bedroom cleaning up the mess she had made earlier and replied in a yell "Yeah sure fire away"

She turned her head towards the door of her bedroom "What do you do with the bodies?"

He didn't reply right away as he was more focused on wrapping the corpse in the bloody bedsheets and dumping them in the body bag. After closing up the bag he lifted it and dumped in the living room before turning to the girl "You were asking?"

"What do you do with the bodies?"

Grabbing some supplies from his bag he responded "I drive over to Lavender Town and have a friend cremate the bodies before dumping the ashes in a nearby river"

Taking a sip of her tea "You never got caught?"

He just replied with a shrug before returning to the bedroom.

It took a long time before he was done making sure no trace of blood was left in her room and by then she had already drunk two cups of tea. He was fixing up his things when he turned to her "You know, this is the first time you've called me twice in the same week"

"This one isn't on record" she placed her cup on the coffee table.

Raising a brow "You did this on your own accord?"

Looking at him in the eye with a dead stare "Did you?"

Meeting her gaze "I'm just making sure I don't get involved in any loose ends"

She turned away "Seeing as your methods eliminate most of the evidence I'm sure no problem would occur"

"You never know" placing his hands on his pockets "Anything could be evidence if they prodded"

"I'll take note of that" she stood up as she heard something from the kitchen, "I think your coffee is ready"

Looking at the bag with the corpse and towards the redhead's retreating figure "Is the victim an acquaintance of yours?"

Pouring the coffee into the mug "I don't think that's of much importance"

"Is he a prominent figure? Politician? Celebrity?"

"He's just a bum," she said putting a teaspoon of sugar and stirring the mug "No one would miss him"

Taking one last glance at the bag "I'll take your word for it"

Gary was an indecisive person. It may not be as obvious with how he carries himself with his chill and normal rich-boy persona. In reality, he was honestly a little scared and unsure of what do to with his life. He may be in a position of power and opportunity where anything he wishes to accomplish would more or less likely succeed, but there was also the pressure to do well. Anything below excellent was a failure. And no Oak has ever failed.

Even those who choose to not use that name.

"So this is the infamous Oak manor" Gary was awakened from his thoughts towards his current guest. She was the latest on the list of women that he had been set-up by his mother's friends. Ever since he was a child he could remember always being pushed to meet so and so's daughter, granddaughter and so forth. He had been with models, ballerinas, actresses heck he once had a group of cheerleaders following him around at one point.

This one so far he could say was the 'least' attractive of the bunch. It wasn't that she was ugly she was pleasant to look at, especially with her thin waist and curves. It was just that she had a much more of a plain look compared to say an Arabian princess or so.

She was around 5'3 (5'1 without the heels), she had really pale skin with a couple of freckles scattered around her body especially on her shoulders and face. She had a heart-shaped face topped by bright orange-reddish hair that was chopped right above her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes but her facial expression was far from cheery with her lips always in a thin line. The woman wore a completely black ensemble with a long sleeve knit and leather crossover corset on top, complete with thigh slit skirt revealing suspenders, thigh-high socks and square toe boots.

He, on the other hand, was dressed in a simple black t-shirt under a navy shirt jacket, beige twill trousers and a pair of checked vans. His dark burgundy hair was messy in a styled sort-of-way and he was wearing his signature strong Vermillion pine scent.

There were currently walking around the gallery of the house which displayed several artefacts, paintings and other trinkets the Oak patriarch collected over the years. The woman was currently looking over a well preserved Relicanth fossil.

"This almost looks . . . alive . . ." the young woman couldn't help but be amazed as she stroked her fingers on the glass cases containing the relic.

"Yeah that thing costed a fortune, still wonder how gramps managed . . ." Gary stopped talking after realizing how entrance by the ancient creature the girl was. It was as though she were a toddler being introduced to her first Pokémon and was given a chance to hold it.

He couldn't help but find this fascination quite adorable "Come on, we've got way more dead fish around here"

At the mention of this the girl jumped and compared to the boring look she had earlier seemed almost . . . energized "You have more ancient water Pokémon?"

The guy smirked and poked her forehead "If you behave well I'll show you around"

Immediately the girl blushed and covered her hands with her forehead "Sorry about that"

"It's fine" the young Oak waved his hand dismissively "In fact, you're probably the first person to find these fossils interesting"

"Is that so" she folded her hands in front of her.

"Oh yeah, you're from Cerulean right?" Gary placed his hands on his pockets "And your parents used to run the gym"

She looked away "That was a long time ago"

"Yeah, didn't you become some water-ballet kinda showplace?" he asked "I mean its run by your sisters"

Biting her lip "I moved away some time ago so I don't know"

"I see" smirking again "Interesting, so what do you do then? Sakura never really told me much about you except that"

At this, she suddenly stopped walking "I umm . . . I do odd jobs . . ."

This raised his interest "What sort of jobs are we talkin here?"

Before she could speak someone from behind her beat her to it "Gary, have you seen the professor?"

The smirk that was formerly on his face was changed into a slight frown "Can't you see I'm a little busy Ashy-boy?"

"Just answer the damn question"

The girl then turned around to see who her companion was talking to and immediately her eyes widened in surprise.

"Misty?" Ash said in surprise.

The said girl took a long time to respond but slowly raised her hand as though to wave and said a weak "Hi"

Gary found this exchange quite . . . interesting "So it seems you two are acquainted with each other"

Ash clicked his tongue "It's . . . kinda complicated"

"You're an Oak!?" Misty exclaimed. They were currently inside Ash's Dodge Spirit parked outside a diner not too far from the Oak Manor.

Rubbing his temples "I didn't take the name"

The redhead sat back against her seat and thought for a moment before crossing her arms and turning her head towards him "So you're a bastard"

"Not," he said not even mildly insulted "The professor was divorced for like twenty years before he met my mom"

"She probably wasn't born yet" she sniped only to get a very tense glare from Ash "Sorry"

Still glaring "Don't you dare insult my mother"

Looking away from him "I said I'm sorry"

Letting out a sigh and looking at the front "So . . ." he tapped the steering wheel "You were gonna kill Gary?"

Looking at her window "I don't murder every man I meet" she took a glance of him from the rearview mirror "You're still alive"

"If you kill me you won't have a business"

Biting her cheek from the inside "I can hire other guys"

"Bold of you to assume you're my only client" he opened his glove compartment to take out a pack of Dunhill and a lighter.

She sighed but remained silent.

Placing a cigarette in his mouth "As much of a pain in the neck he is" he lit the tip "I'm not exactly keen on disposing of my nephew's body"

She groaned "I wasn't planning on killing him outright"

"So you were gonna kill him"

Closing her eyes and resting her forehead on her palm "I'm sure you know what debauchery your 'nephew' involves himself with"

Pulling out the cigarette and letting out smoke "I'm rarely at the manor so I don't keep tabs"

"He got a sixteen year old pregnant" she explained "It was around the time he was in university"

"Shit"

"As soon as the young girl told him he had her kid he suddenly takes up an internship in Sinnoh and she never saw him again" she sat more erect "The girl had a really hard time during the pregnancy, dropped outta School, got whipped by her dad and ran away from home"

He looked up towards the ceiling of the run-down car only seeing the grey covering that had hints of white dust "Is the child alive?"

"I was getting there," she said boring her eyes towards the view on her window "The girl managed to get a tiny apartment from some cash her mother gave her. She took a job at a diner to earn enough money to take care of the kid. She was around three months due when she stumbled upon a news article of him dating some Persian prime minister's daughter" she turned her head towards him.

He groaned "Yeah that was a bitch to handle" placing the cigarette on his lips "Didn't end well if I recall"

"The girl was heartbroken she didn't expect that he'd come running back to her or something, though there was still some hope she had that she would at least acknowledge the child" she folded her arms "She tried to visit him, during the Christmas banquet."

At the mention of this something flickered in his eye "Wait, I remember the maids telling me about some young girl crashing into the party and looking for someone. For some reason, they thought it was me"

"Yeah that was her" she paused "Gary didn't even take once glance at her and ignored her, later that week a woman and some guys came to her house and . . ." she took a deep breath "Pressured her into aborting the baby"

"When you mean pressured" taking the cigarette out and inhaling the smoke "You mean they knocked her out and dragged her to the clinic?"

"They knocked her out alright, but they didn't drag her anywhere" at this she had a disgusted look on her face "They did the abortion right then and there. Sadly the woman wasn't as good as they thought she was and she failed it big time. When her mother came to visit she just found her daughter lying on a bathtub full of blood"

Rubbing his forehead with the cigarette on his fingertips "Shit"

"I'm surprised you didn't know about this" she looked at her reflection on the rearview mirror "You probably would have left no trace"

"They don't know about what I do" he turned to her "So the girl's mother hired you?"

She simply nodded.

Letting out a sigh "This is why I don't wanna get involved with them"

"You help murderers hide the body"

"At least you have somewhat of a moral code" he pressed his cigarette butt on an ashtray "The only thing important to them is their reputation"

She tilted her head "Can I have one?" she pointed towards his packs.

He raised a brow "You smoke?"

"Only when I feel uncomfortable"

"You're uncomfortable with me?" he passed her the pack.

Snatching it up quickly and taking a stick "I'm uncomfortable about this whole situation"

"Well you signed up for this" his jaw set "We all have to face consequences"

"So you want me to kill your nephew?"

Looking at her dead in the eye "Do you?"

"He's abused his power and taken advantage of a young girl" gripping the cigarette pack in her hands "He's just another piece of scum"

"You know" biting his lower lip "Gary might have not even known about it"

"So you're bargaining for him?" she glared at him.

"I'm just saying" he sighed and leaned back against his seat "That it might have been Gary who sent for those people, it might have been the Professor"

She turned away and placed a stick in her mouth "Then I'll come for him later"

He turned on a lighter for her and she noticed he wasn't looking at her "So will you come for me next when you're done?"

She stared at the tiny fire in-front of her and contemplated for a moment "That's if you don't kill me first"

I have no idea where this idea generated. I was feeling kinda sad for a day then outta nowhere this thing sprung outta nowhere. Sorry for late updates.