Good Hearts

I do not own Pokemon.

I respect Pokemon and it's creators.

Chapter: 12

I was rather hoping to wait a short period of time before I could get back to this, but I suppose it's back now by popular demand. I thank all of my readers and reviewers for their patience. Now, I understand you want to read it so I won't keep you from it.

Enjoy.

It was a rather quiet day out. News of the recent prison break hadn't yet reached the city, though it wouldn't be long before it did. Life was at a normal standstill, with clouds overhanging, predicting a rainy forecast with not much of a sight of an end.

George's mind was at a state of unrest. Ideals, lives, and love all at the tip of his mind, as an ever going war of thought was being fought out within the confines of his skull. A headache was coming to him, and he felt it. Going through the park, he sighed, strolling the concrete path for some time, before resting on a metal bench, to deal with his problems.

"I know... I know..." he told himself over and over, laying on it, his head on one armrest. Staring at the sky, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly opening them again. "Do I do it now, or do I do it later?" he asked himself, looking at his options. In one hand, he opened, was the brochure that he had picked up. His phone was nearly-fully charged, and he was excited about it. But in his other hand, he held the idea of something.

Marriage. 'Well, marriage as far as the law will allow it.' he thought.

Sighing once, he didn't want to overload Amber's ability to contain excitement too much. But he would rather spend an eternity with her, seeing her smile. Just her smile alone, could satisfy the man's heart. Her embrace stung like thousands of Cupid's most golden arrows, right in the same spot. Closing his eyes again for a moment, he took in a breath, and felt a drop of water fall on his nose.

Squinting, he opened his eyes again, to see two large, muscular males towering over the bench, with a stern look at him. "Good afternoon gentlemen, how may I help you?" he asked, politely, sitting up. The two men looked at each other and nodded. One spoke, "Are you the one named: George Peterson?" Almost immediately, he tensed up on the bench. "I might be, and whom is asking?" George replied, seeing another figure in the background, looking like he was sneaking up on them.

"He told us to say his name was Samuel, and he wants his bitch back." the other tall man spoke. "Ah. I understand now. I take it he escaped?" George asked, clearing his throat afterwords. "Well, we'll let him tell you that himself." the first one stated. "If I refuse to follow you gentlemen?" he then asked, sitting up and yawning a little. "Then we'll take you by force." they both sung in harmony.

Seeing the shadowy figure that was sneaking around earlier approach them, he saw a familiar face, and kept his same attitude. "Very well, i'll give you three seconds to walk away." the young man spoke. "One." George began. They both looked to each other and laughed. "Two." he continued. The familiar person withdrew two small daggers from his coat and prepared to strike. "Three." he finished. The men working for Samuel took another step towards George, as he stood up.

Unfortunately, the men were also stabbed in the throat, simultaneously.

Falling to the ground, and clasping their throats at their last moments of life. "My apologies." the familiar person spoke. "I would have looked for you earlier, but having no idea where you may have been; I had guessed a few things." the butler spoke. "Luis, you amazing son of a bitch! How'd you even know I made it out of there alive? Why didn't you come and tell me? Why..." George began, but was then interrupted by his old butler. "Let us get somewhere safe for now. Come now, let us hide these bodies and work our way to where you are staying." he spoke.

Nodding, he quickly dragged one of the men over to a small ditch, that was filled with water, and took the knife from the dead man's throat, kicking him in the water and watching him sink. As Luis did so with the other body, he took the other knife from George and cleaned them both as they walked. "So, what has been happening?" the curious butler questioned. "I should be asking you that... But nevermind. On my end, things have gone a little smoother than hoped. In fact, I think i'm thinking I may ask for the Lucario's hand in marriage." he stated aloud. Luis's brow raised.

"Are you... Certain of this, Master George? It's been such a short time, and Lucario's have been known to mess with one's aura, are you not certain..." the butler began to speak, before George interrupted him by saying, "I know, I know. I've read the article as much as you have, my old friend... But, I cannot explain these feelings." A slight sigh came from the old butler as he shook his head. "You have your father's stubbornness..." he traced, laughing a little after.

"I've noticed how the topic has changed so drastically from you just killed two men that wish to kill me, and now we're talking about this..." the young man spoke. "Well, in all fairness, I suppose its better to focus on the positive things in life." the butler replied, sighing lightly. 'You've made a dangerous enemy George...' he thought after saying that.

A brisk sigh came from 23 year old Axel Kaufmann was in the local library, a few minutes of a walk's worth of time. As a student in college, the man had little free time, but when he did, he spent it within the confines of the library, either studying military tactics for the fun of it, or playing a few silent games with his Grovile, that he taught. He had named his Pokemon a few years back, when he caught him, after the two had a fist fight.

It seemed that after that moment, they got along perfectly, ironically. The man at the time gave him no real name, but what was accepted among them, was Eisen, which meant 'iron', in his homeland.

"I do say, ol' chap, it seems you are in a check." Axel spoke, smirking to Eisen as the Grovile looked around the chess board for any way that he could escape. He spotted a move, after an entire minute of thinking, and sent one of his rooks to take the piece that was about to take his king. "Blast..." the human than spoke, as his Grovile smirked to him. "Gro." he replied, smugly-looking.

Sighing lightly, he looked at the ceiling, saying, "You know what'd be cool, lad? If there was some way you could speak my language, or vice-versa... How's about we embark on a journey, to find someone who can help from such a short decision, eh? Break starts tomorrow!" A laugh emitted from Axel, as Eisen rolled his eyes, and shrugged, waiting for him to move his piece. "Aye.. Right.." he stated, peering at the board before he moved his knight into a check position. "Heh..." he chuckled.

The Grovile smirked, moving his king into play, hopping over 6 of his pieces that were in perfect positions. "Fuck..." the human cursed silently. He now only had his king left, while his Pokemon had two rooks, and his king. Rubbing his chin, Axel sighed, "Aye. Let us end this then." He moved his king into a vulnerable position, as the Grovile swiftly took it. "Check and mate to me, lad. Good match, Good match." he said aloud, looking with his yellow eyes at the green Pokemon. "Aye now, I am rather famished. What say you?" the human questioned, while standing and cleaning the board game up.

"Gro!" the Pokemon exclaimed, his stomach grumbling a few moments after. "Ha! Very well then!" Axel spoke, putting the box that it came in, up and walking back. "Off on then!" he exclaimed, as his Grovile stood up, and followed him to the door. As they walked out, they noticed a group of people heading into a family-owned diner, that appeared to be wearing prison jumpsuits. "Hey Eisen, let's go check that place out... I don't like the look of them..." he whispered.

A simple nod was his response, before they snuck in, trying to not act suspicious, but trying to keep an eye on the people.

Well, I suppose there's a start to regaining my inertia to writing again.