Okay, before you spam about how much I suck after reading this, hear me out: This is my first attempt at writing a shipping fic, and it's NOT your normal contestshipping fic. The R rating is for eventual violence and sexual assault. So no, it doesn't stand for rocket. Oh, and I don't really know what goes on during court or most about punishments, so I guessed. (Maybe I should takes Law in grade 12. . . .) Anyway, here it is.
Drew’s day started like any other. At least, until the middle of his training session. Then the phone call came from the Kanto Regional Police Department. After Drew made a large protest saying he did nothing wrong, the chief of police simply stated he was needed at court. The chief wouldn’t go into details. Drew reluctantly agreed.
Taking a short ride to the Viridian Court House, it took a while for him to find that fancy suit his mother had sent him (he wondered “When the hell am I ever going to wear this?”), but did find it and put it on.
Arriving, he was lead into the courtroom, with several other people he either didn’t know, or did know, but didn’t pay much attention to. A few people did catch his interest out of the corner of his eye: May’s traveling companions Ash, his Pikachu, Brock, and Max. May was nowhere to be seen. He wondered where May was, and wanted to ask them what was going on, but they seemed in shock and anguish enough already, especially Max, so he figured not to ask.
More people came in when he noticed May, but something wasn’t quite right with her: her hands covering a red face, and she didn’t look like she was about to remove them any time soon. Drew never really saw her cry before, although he just wanted to run up to her and try to comfort her, not only did he not know what was going on, but her parents and a lawyer were beside her.
Everyone was seated into their proper areas when Harley entered the room, noting that he had his own lawyer, and a few police officers with him, ready for action.
Whispers could be heard all over the courtroom. Most of it was “what’s gonna happen?” and what not, but Drew overheard “She’s such a sweet girl!”
Finally, the judge, in his heavy black court robe, entered and took his spot. Raising his hammer and slamming it to its place, the room became dead silent.
“Court in session!” his heavy voice echoed.
“So, Harley, from what I’ve heard and what I’ve received, you’ve been convicted of raping May. Is this true?”
Drew felt his stomach tie itself into a knot, and the air from his lungs escape. He froze in his spot, motionless.
Harley shook his head, “No.”
“THAT’S A LIE!” Norman, May’s father, roared across the room, slamming his fist into the table and ignoring his wife’s pleas to sit down. This also caused most of the room to be in the mood for gossip.
“YOU DID MORE THAN THAT! YOU VIOLATED HER! YOU ROBBED HER OF HER INNOCENSE! YOU . . .” Norman started before the judge repeatedly whacked his hammer. The room was once again silent.
“Harley, do you honestly think that simply saying no would make you innocent and remove all charges?” the judge asked him.
“Well. ..Yess. ..” Harley answered, shrugging his shoulders. By the tone of his voice, it seemed that he actually enjoyed raping May, but only Drew caught that detail.
Everything else that happened during the court was a blur. Drew knew at first glance that Harley was never up to any sort of good to May, and that he humiliated her on several occasions.
But now he did this.
The judge requested that a witness come up and tell about what had happened, Ash stepped up, after asking May if it was alright to tell, in which she replied with a weak nod. Pikachu still remained on his shoulder.
“Everything that night was perfectly normal. But when we went to wake her up in the morning, we found her with her hands tied behind her back, and her mouth had been sealed shut with duct tape.” He explained.
A few people gasped, but Drew could only narrow his eyebrows in disgust, his hands tightening into curled fists.
Ash continued, “She woke up pretty much when we noticed that her undergarments were bloody after we removed the rope binding her hands and the duct tape. Then she became hysterical, begging us to stay away from her, and actually trying to hit us to get us away. She kept screaming and screaming until the staff at the Pokemon center dialed 911. At the hospital, she finally calmed down and admitted everything.”
“The hospital staff immediately called the police. When the police were searching for Harley, they called May’s parents back in Petalburg City. When her father was told, everything became a nightmare.” He sighed, hand over his face in fear long gone.
The judge coughed, “Thank you. You may sit down now.” He said to Ash, who took the hint that what he said was all he needed to hear.
Several other people were called up to give information that everyone wanted to hear: With most things they admitted, there were objections from the lawyers of both sides, but it was clear that Harley was guilty. Even though Drew knew quite a bit on Harley’s actions towards May, he was too disgusted with the matter at hand to come up and give what he knew.
The time when the jury left to conform their decisions was the longest and worst time to be waiting. It caused everyone to speculate amongst themselves. Drew snuck up next to the door leading to the jury’s room. Placing his cupped ear to the door, he tried to overhear what they were saying. The door had thick wood and was very heavy, so it was hard to tell what was being said.
“He’s guilty! All the evidence points to him, and what he says doesn’t match up.” He barely managed to hear a woman say, with most, if not all, of the jury coming to one, solid agreement with her. After hearing that, Drew left.
His hands were in his pockets in the usual fashion, but his eyes were closed, and his face made no attempt to hide his anger towards Harley.
“Damn it.” He mentally cursed to himself. He quietly left the courtroom, but within hearing distance.
“The jury has found Harley guilty of rape and sexual assualt of a minor.” His hammer slammed. “Punishment for that is 15 years in prison. Also, both your trainer license and your pokemon will be confiscated until your sentence has been done.”
“What?!” Harley exclaimed. The police officers nearby had removed his pokeballs from his person, and handed it to the judge.
“Try to escape prison, and you won’t be seeing any of them again.” His face became harsh with his heavy voice.
While the police officers banded Harley’s hands behind his back with cuffs, the judge continued, “May will be receiving psychiatric counseling.” He continued his speech, but Drew didn’t pay attention to that.
Norman didn’t look pleased, “I still think he should get the death penalty.” He muttered, with Caroline placing her hands on her hips, “Dear!”
After Drew made a quiet exit from the courthouse after hearing about Harley’s sentence, he was stomping his way through the crowds, some of whom were wondering what he was angry about, as it was quite obvious he was. His walk was like a rush, and a very forceful rush at that!
Finally, he had gotten to an isolated section of Viridian City, where nothing was disturbing the silence. Except maybe his Roselia popping out of its ball. After the red glow diminished, it looked at its trainer, curious to know what had made Drew give off the anger it sensed from him.
“Damn it. . .” he muttered. His fists weakly shook, then suddenly forming a fist and punching a nearby oak tree, with some its bark flying off and marked what remained with cracks. Taillows had flown off the shaken branches.
“Damn it all you *******!!” he cursed out loud while he punched, after which his breathing came as slow panting.
Roselia took a step back. In all the time it knew Drew, from when he started out to now, it never saw him this angry.
The only light available from the outside was coming in through a small, open window. The scenery it showed was constantly changing, as the police truck bringing Harley to his imprisonment was going on a long, dirt road to a high-security prison. Currently Harley was fidgeting with his handcuffs, which were now placed with his hands in front of him.
Something had quickly shot in, landing on the wall and snagging a few strands of Harley’s long, purple hair.
“AH! My hair!!” he screamed. Although the drivers had heard him, they simply thought he was acting up, and didn’t bother to check on him.
“Ow.. .I must’ve lost about three hairs!” Harley whimpered, but then he saw what had come in.
A rose was currently stuck to the metal wall with its sharp tip supporting it in place, its red, soft, silky petals falling to cold floor, one by one.
When Harley reached for it, upon touch, he immediately recalled his hands, “OW! OW! Thorns!!”
After the pain had gone away, he grabbed the part of the stem lacking thorns, and seeing that there was a note attached to it, he tore it off, and let the delicate flower fall to the ground. He read the note, and looked it over twice, then chuckled to himself.
The note had read: “You are not getting away with what you did to May.”
There was no signature following the text, but judging by choice of the flower, he knew who had written it.
“Ah May, your knight in shining armor, racing to rescue you, the damsel in distress,” he said to himself, “but alas, your knight is too late. The damage has already been done, and there’s nothing he can do now.” He finished with a smirk.
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