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Officer Wong and Roderick - Sins of the Offspring

A young man rushed throughout the empty street, his vision only illuminated by the streetlights above and the occasional stray unknowingly guiding his way with their natural light. Sweat soaked his face, and his eyes darted around for anyone or anything to hold onto.

"Oh.... ffffuck, what have I gotten myself into? Wh-why is this happening? What's going on? Shhhhit I think they're gaining up on me.", the man muttered to himself, holding his belongings tight in a death grip. Was he being robbed? Was that it? He doesn't know, but one thing is for certain.

He has to get away from them.

He keeps on running, almost tripping on a pothole cover a few times. He looks behind him, only to be discomforted by the sight of the street being veiled by almost complete darkness. He looks forward again, trying to keep up his pace or even run faster.

This goes on for a minute, before he sees a person appear in his peripheral view.

Oh, thank Arceus. Maybe they can help him on this.

He flails his arms around, hoping he gets their attention.

"HEY!!! OVER HERE!!"

It was a tiring, yet fun night for Roderick. He was just headed home from yet another of Jeremy's house parties. Sure, he's probably fumbled the bag with talking to Rachel yet again, but it wasn't so bad. He had fun, and that's what mattered for him.

Honestly, a shame Kev went home early. He said it was because he was feeling sick or something. Oh, whatever. I'll probably ask him about it tomorrow. I'm starting to get sleepy-

He hears something from the distance. Was that... yelling? And from who? He looks back, seeing a young man running towards him at top speed. He couldn't recognize the person due to most of their features being obscured by the dark environment. The person was yelling something he couldn't understand, and was waving both of his arms at him.

Confused, Roderick walks over to the young man's direction, catching him firmly. "Hey, what the fuck's going on? Why are you calling me?"

The man didn't answer much, only panting and coughing as he tried to catch his breath. He mustered to speak a little, though. "W-we have to run... we need to..."

"Uh... uh huh okay?", Rod nods his head in confusion. "Look, just take your time and tell me what's going on with you.", he continues as he led them to a nearby street light so that he can see this person clearer.

As soon as they went under the nearest streetlamp, Rod steadied the hyperventilating man and held him by the shoulders. Under the light, he could finally see the stranger much clearer. On the plus side, the person didn't seem to be injured, albeit very dirty. And almost instantly, Roderick noticed two things. For one, the stranger's face is red, pale, and drenched in sweat as if he'd ran a mile. As for the second thing he noticed...

Wait, isn't this that one guy who went missing after he ran away from home? It was all over the news months ago! What was his name again... right, it was Pierce, wasn't it? What the fuck is he doing here?

The stranger, now identified as 'Pierce', managed to steady his breath enough to talk to Roderick. "I-I... I need to go. I can't be here, I just... I just can't! I have to run! I need to get away from them!"

Roderick tried to get Pierce to speak more clearly. "Run? Run from who? From wha-"

"GET HIM, HOLLY!"

Before he could finish the question, he is interrupted as a voice echoed from a distance. Something hits Roderick's face, and it felt like a spiky slap to the face. It was almost like a tree branch hit him. He falls backwards and lands on his back as his face is graced with a new scratch across his cheek. Afterwards, he could hear Pierce screaming.

"NO! NO! PLEASE..."

He sat up just in time to see Pierce getting ensnared by a thorny vine. Pierce desperately tried to struggle against the thorns, but it just seemed to make things worse as this made the briars dig in deeper, almost tearing into his skin. Roderick hurried with standing up again, leaning forward to help Pierce escape from the thorns and branches holding him tight. Before he could do anything significant in the help, however, he heard the voice again. This time, it was much closer.

"Good job, girl!"

As he heard the voice again, the realization hit him. He knows who it was. It's someone he's known his whole life. But to be sure, he turned his head around, looking over at the direction of the sound.

And he was right. It was her. Officer Adelaide Wong. His aunt, accompanied by her roserade companion.

But this woman... it was almost a huge contrast from what he's used to. There is an expression of almost pure wrath on her face, mixed with what he could assume is disgust. Her hair, normally tied into a neat bun, is now a much messier version of it. With the way the streetlamp's lights bounced off the silver streaks in her hair, it looked a lot like a twisted ornament of rage.

He... would almost assume this was a stranger, if it weren't for everything about her lining up with how he remembers her. The tone of her voice, as well as the fact that her roserade is called Holly.

Officer Wong walked up to the two, watching Pierce closely as he struggled against the thorned lasso she put him in. She was about to tell Holly something but she pauses, finally noticing the presence of the fire trainer.

"Oh, Roddy, you're here. Why aren't you home yet? You know, your parents might be looking for you around this time...", she says, her melodic voice slightly masking any hints of rage. She took a paper towel from her pocket, before handing it over to him. "Sorry for hitting your face, you were getting in the way. Here. Go wipe the blood off."

Roderick cringed as he accepted the towel, pressing it against his face. He wasn't fond of the nickname, especially not said in a singsongy way like how she said it.

"What the fuck is this all about? What's gotten into you? What's with all this...", he gestures wildly at the environment before continuing, "BULLSHIT!?"

The lady hummed, tilting her head a little. "Oh, you know... I'm dealing with the trash tonight.", she says before nudging the ensnared boy on the ground. Pierce lets out a shreik, and tried to move. This was met with an instant regret as the elegant yet painful barbs dug more into him.

Confusion turned into fear, as a pit formed in his stomach when he saw this. "What the fuck? Why are you doing that to him?"

"Didn't you hear me clearly? I'm taking out the trash.", Adelaide repeated, before continuing. "This... piece of trash has been stealing so many antiques as of late."

"Please, let me go...", Pierce sobbed. "I promise, I won't- I-I won't snitch..."

Rod was taken aback. He hasn't seen her act like this. Well, he's seen her tendency to go off in a calm rage, but not to this extent. "Auntie, please let him go. You don't have to go this far, do you?"

"I don't think I've gone far enough, actually. You see, his parents let him get away with all this theft. They should be punished too."

She then looks at Rod.

"But if it'll comfort you, I'm not gonna kill him. And I guess I won't be hurting his parents. Seeing their son like this would be enough."

"Wait, you shouldn't-" Rod was about to finish what he said when he suddenly felt her grab him, shoving him towards the scared man.

"A-am I going to?", Rod stammered, looking up at Adelaide.

"No, silly. Look.", she responded, pointing to his bag. "Just take it from him, so that he knows how it feels to get something important taken from him."

"B-b-but what if he has something he needs in there?"

"Just take it, Rod.", the woman commands.

The trainer gulped, before reaching out to Pierce's bag. The boy understandably struggled to hold it close to him, his arms locked in a death grip. Blood had started to seep through his sleeves, and he yelped in pain before letting go.

As Roderick successfully pried it away, his aunt reached forward, gesturing to him to pass it to her.

He hesitantly gave the bag, and Adelaide rummaged around. She pulled out an ornate item, a music box of sorts. She smirked, placing it in her own bag. She then dropped the boy's bag, it and its contents falling in a disturbing thud.

She commanded Holly to let Pierce go, and finally, the vines and thorns quickly retracted, releasing Pierce in an uncharacteristic gentle manner.

"You did good, dear. Now, go home. It's getting late.", the lady said, walking off with the roserade like nothing happened.

Roderick nods, but as soon as she left his line of sight, he quickly leaned towards Pierce again. He reached out to him, helping him up. There were faint scratches across Pierce's body, as if he'd had a fight with some particularly feisty cat. His eyes are red with tears, and he was clearly very shaken from the encounter.

Rod then looked down at the bag, picking it up and handing it over to him. "I'm... sorry for that. I didn't know."

Pierce says nothing as he grabs the bag, holding it tight to himself. He looked away from Rod, clearly now afraid of him.

Rod understands. Just merely moments ago, he was wrestling his bag from him, it was reasonable for him not to be trusted now. But... he still has to help him. Or at least try.

Roderick then rummaged through his pockets for something. He's always been somewhat prepared for whenever he gets in trouble himself, so he's got to have something on him now.

From within his pockets, he pulls out a roll of gauze.

Perfect.

He tries to offer to cover Pierce's wounds, but Pierce shakes his head. He still accepts the roll though, and he covered his forearms with them by himself.

He gives him a slight smile of gratitude, and Rod watches as he walks off, headed to the nearest bus stop. Hopefully, he goes home.

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