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Chapter 1

Silver jumped from the air vent and onto the two men who were talking below. They had been talking about some useless topic, something that normal people would talk about. They didn't even look like they hated Pokémon; they looked like regular people merely having a conversation with one another, but silver knew better; outside appearances can be deceiving. He had to learn that the hard way.

The red headed boy picked up one of the grunts by the collar of their uniform. He brought the man's face close; the youth's eyes were as cold as stone. "Give me your Card Key. Now."

"Wha- What?" Silver could tell the man was beyond frightened; his face was completely flushed.

"You heard me. Give. Me. Your. Card Key. Now." Silver was getting irritated. He didn't want to be here long. There was no cover, nowhere to hide if more people, grunts in particular, happened to be coming around the corner. And besides, he didn't want to be holding this ugly, crude, utterly revolting Team Rocket grunt.

The man tried to look tough, "Why should I?" he said with a shaky voice. Not only was his voice shaky, his whole body was having a miniature seizure form the terror Silver had put him through.

Silver smirked at the man. "Sir, I don't think you fully understand the situation you're in at the very moment," Sliver whipped out his switchblade from his back pouch and held it up to the man's throat. "Now, I'm only going to say this one last time. Give me the Card Key." He saw the man's eyes widen in horror of the switchblade. The man dug his hand into his pocket and fished out his Card Key.

"He- he- here you go, si- sir!" The man's voice was cracked and completely fearful. He looked as If he were ready to pee his pants. Silver checked out the key, seeing if it was some sort of tracking device or something of the sort. He knew it wasn't though; how would his father had known he was breaking in today? He just needed to put on this charade to truly frighten the man.

"Hmm…Seems to be fine. I guess I will let you live." He said. The man's face brightened a bit, but as quickly as it came, pure horror swept through him again. "But, I can't have you blabbering about this to anyone; you're a liability."

The man shook his head ferociously. "I promise that I won't tell anyone, I swear."

Silver wiped the smirk off of his face and replaced it with a frown. "I don't do promises." He slashed at the man's throat, causing blood to splatter. He dropped the lifeless body of the grunt to the floor. Blood pooled around it.

He looked at the other man who, clearly, wet his pants. "You'd better get out of here; I'm not in a good mood right now." The man didn't need any more encouragement. He leaped up and ran down the hall.

Silver stood there after the man had run off, looking at the corpse lying a few inches from him. He never liked killing people; it was a weakness, and especially people who didn't deserve to die. That man lying on the ground could have just been working here to put food on his family's plate. Not every on in Team Rocket was evil, but Silver had to kill him, he had to see if he could do it. The body on the ground proved it. You have no time to stand around and feel bad for this man; you have to keep on moving. He told himself as he sighed and walked in the opposite direction, staying on the balls of his feet.

End of chapter.

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