The Red Shadow Hunt(A Pokemon Paul Love Story Part 10)

Long months have passed since the bounty hunters had been sent up into the mountains to hunt down the Red Shadow. Many more moths since the six friends had been brought back together, and stayed as such.

Many months since the snow came, but it just melted. Spring was there and light had come.

Walking down an overgrown forest path each couldn’t help but allow memories of their youth flood over them. Their reckless running around. How their father cared for them without any reason.

There heads were down as they came to a small cabin hidden behind many trees. If you didn’t know it was there you’d never of found it.

A smile graced all of their lips as they walked to the rear of the building. The mound of dirt, covered in the grass the grew over it. The only one who had been there sooner than the others was Jowey.

The six knelt in the soggy grass in front of the grave, spring moss had covered the entire marker.

Jowey layed down the flowers she had picked on their way there.

Not one said a single word, no one had to. What they wanted to say was in the silence of the wind. They knew he knew they were alright. They knew he knew Jowey and Paul were now together. They also knew that he knew all the murders and sins that each had committed.

It wasn’t untill just the sun was beginning to set that they felt it right to stand and leave. Paul and Reggie stayed behind an extra moment, before joining the others.

It was dark by the time they made it back to the tavern. No one questioned where they were. Over the long winter they had come to understand that they were as close anyone could get.

It wasn’t until they were each locked away in their rooms were words between some of them spoken.

“How you feelin’?” Jowey asked Paul as she brushed out her hair.

He shrugged, “How about yourself?”

” ‘Bout the same.” She said with another shrug.

Paul sighed and got up from the bed they shared, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back onto the bed in his lap.

“I know you miss him.” He whispered.

“I know you miss him more.” She whispered back.

“We can’t live in the past Joe.” He told her laying his head on her shoulder.

“I know.” she said, “But it’s kinda hard not too when there are still idiots coming here and demanding to fight the Red Shadow.”

“You still win every last match.” He said and started to rub her arm.

“Sometimes I don’t wanna.” She said staring up blankly at the ceiling.

“But I love you.” Paul said and kissed her neck.

“I love you too.” Jowey whispered before pulling his arms off of her waist and turning around to face him so she was straddling his lap.

She leaned in and kissed him passionately, Paul returned it instantly. But it didn’t go further than that.

Jowey broke away when they needed a breath and got off his lap. She crawled over to the other side of the bed and curled up under the covers with her back to him.

Paul understood. and he didn’t press. He slid in with her.

–The Next Morning–

Jowey sat at the edge of the bar staring into her ale. Even Paul kept his distance from her this morning. The fire behind her eyes showed she was ready for a fight. The many knives she had on her confirmed that for anyone who saw her.

“Paul, Reggie.” She said, silence shot through the entire building, “Up stairs now. Girls you too.”

The boys were about to question but the girls pushed them away before they could saying she does everything for a reason.

They were all on the first floor listening to whatever might happen.

The doors flew open and an uniformed soldier came through and looked around.

Everyone glaring at him.

He walked proudly up to Martain behind the bar.

“How may I help you?” He asked politely.

“His Royal majesty, King Cyrus the first is here in search of the former bounty hunter, Paul Shinji.” He recited, “We have reason to believe that when he and the other Bounty hunters came up here last winter in search of the Red Shadow he met a woman here and married her. We need him back at the castle immediately.”

“What would the king possibly want with him?” Jowey hissed.

The knight turned his full attention to the dark haired girl at the end of the bar.

“I believe miss.” He he gritted, not liking a woman speak to him on equal terms, “You should hold your tongue when speaking with a man.”

“My apologies sir.” She said and looked away humbly, “But I was just wondering. I know the man, and he doesn’t seem like the kind to get in trouble, especially with king Cyrus himself. Forgive my ignorance.”

“Forgiven.” He said and slid into the seat next to her, “You wouldn’t happen to know where he would be would you?” He asked leaning in really close to her.

Martain placed a mug of ale in front of the soldier as he spoke.

“No.” She said quietly.

“You’re lying.” He whispered. He raised his hand to strike her, but she caught it instantly. In it was a blade. She pulled out one of her own, but he caught that as well.

Her eyes narrowed at the man as he smirked at her. She lunged forward and at full force hit her forehead against his. That gave her the upper ground as he not only let go, but dropped his weapon and fell to the floor at her feet.

In another instant Jowey was a fraction of a second away from breaking his neck.

“How did you know?” He hissed to him.

He coughed before choking out, “Other bandits tipped us off about you.”

Jowey gritted her teeth almost hard enough to draw blood from her gums.

A loud, bone crushing crack echoed through out the building. His limp lifeless body fell to the floor as Jowey stood up breathing hard.

Her eyes darted around the building for something out of place. Everyone was doing the exact same thing as she was, who would have sold her out. She’d have tortured them.

She caught a side glance out the window.

“Down!” She called. Everyone hit the floor in a second. out side there were a lot of guards. All of them working for Cyrus. Jowey slithered over to the stairs, and climbed up quickly avoiding any fire.

She hushed the girls, Paul and Reggie and she passed them. She went into the room right above the entrance. It was used for storage.

She peered out the window carefully.

“Joe, what’s going on?” Paul whispered coming up next to her, Reggie in toe.

“Someone sold me out.” She whispered looking around, “One came in, tipped me off about it. Sixty, seventy.”

She gritted her teeth again, before her miss matched eyes spotted something, and her face cracked into and evil smile.

“Stay here.” She told them and stalked off.

“Jowey!” Paul called after her.

“Let me do this!” She yelled back.

Paul shut up and was forced down by Reggie.

She made quick work of all the stairs and went up to the top floor. There were eight in total.

She went out to the same spot, eight stories up, no one could see her. All of them had an open spot. The smirk she wore grew, twisting her face to an evil grin.

She flew back down the stairs, and down the hall way to her room. She grabbed every knife she could and slid it on pieces of twine. Once satisfied she bolted back up, but not before telling the girls to tell the guys in the lobby to barricade the door and windows.

They, of course, obeyed, the girls had no time to question before she was gone again.

Jowey was thanking all that speed and stamina training she made herself go through. It sure came in handy.

She was back up on the eight floor, and opened the window. Everyone was completely oblivious to the fact she was there.

If her smirk could have gotten any bigger it would have.

She picked up a twine with forty knives, it clinked as she pulled it up. She tossed it recklessly out the window. knives, and blades of all shapes and sizes rained down over the unexpecting soldiers. She continued to do that over and over again. By the time any of them looked up, or called a warning to the others. It was too late.

Blades coming down like the spring rain. Men attempting to run, but failing in the process. Instant deaths, some took three or four blades before they were done.

Jowey chuckled darkly watching this unfold. Their walk way was soon stained with the soldiers’ blood in under two minutes.

Most were dead, the rest were barely alive, but they’d be done in before noon. And if not, she’d finish them herself.

She glanced around, and couldn’t find any others, but she wasn’t to be fooled so easily.

She checked windows on every other side to make sure. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

She shot down stairs. The girls, Paul and Reggie were still as she left them. Down in the lobby everyone was still.

She peered just outside the shutters that they put up. She gritted her teeth wondering if there would be anything else going on.

A few minutes passed. Then five. Then ten. Something was off in Jowey’s mind.

They came up here for Paul, but there was a lot more than just for apprehension.

Jowey bolted up and down the stairs checking rooms and windows incase she missed something. But no, the place was still.

“Marsh, Bull, back me.” She said walking through the lobby again.

“You want us to back you?” Marsh asked, he was a red head and think set, he grew up on rice patties so he got his nick name from that.

“What if one of us were the ones that sold you out?” Bull asked. He got that name because he looked exactly like one if they could walk on two legs.

She walked up to Bull slowly, staring both him and Marsh down.

“If either of you were the ones who sold me out, you wouldn’t be hesitant to go out there, and if you were I’d have you proceed me, not back me.” She snarled, “You go out before me and I use you as a shield when they start firing.”

Both swallowed watching the eyes of the girl before them.

“Now are you going to back me or not?” she asked.

They sighed in defeat.

Bull picked up his giant club, and Marsh grabbed his gun.

Jowey pulled out a blade and slowly opened the door.

Hesitantly she walked forward, Marsh and Bull following carefully. Jowey kept glancing around, making sure there was nothing. She glanced down at the fallen soldiers at her feet. Only two alive now.

She sheathed her blades knowing there wasn’t any danger. She knelt next to one of the ones that was alive.

His breath was raggid, but it was steady.

“I could save you, or leave you to die.” Jowey bargened, “But you need to tell me what I want to know.”

He stared up at her, his black eyes quickly loosing luster. He slowly nodded.

Jowey motioned to him. Bull hauled him up.

“Be careful.” Jowey warned.

She went over to other one that was alive.

“You can tell me what I want to know, or die.” She told him.

“I’d wrather die.” He smiled at her, blood in his mouth.

She kept her emotionless face as she raised a hand with a bone knife and plunged it right between his eyes.

She stood up and turned to Marsh.

“Get some of the others.” She told him, “Strip them of valuables. Get the blades out too, I’ll deal with them then.”

“What are you going to do?” He asked.

She looked back at him, “Scout out the area. See if there’s anyone left, gather any information I can. Stuff like that.”

He nodded.

And she left to see what she could find.

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The Red Shadow Hunt(A Pokemon Paul Love Story Part 9)

Everyone stared at the pair that glided across the floor. And gawked even more as the three men who ran the Tavern jumped and all five of them embraced each other. Things were definitely strange.

“It’s been a long time, Reggie.” Martain said as things settled down.

“It has.” The older man nodded.

“Can I offer either of you a drink? Finest in the land.” He assured.

“That would be very nice, thank you.” He said.

They sat down and chatted about this and that for a little while, before someone came up in conversation.

“Jowey’s gonna be ecstatic to see you.” Zuren laughed.

“Where is the young lady anyways?” He asked looking around, “Paul told about how fine a young woman she turned into.”

“She’s up in her room.” Martain said, “She was out training so we told her to have a bath and put on some dry cloths.”

“Still living on the edge, I see.”

Martain shrugged, “She’s better than what she was. But she’s gotten even better since Paul showed up.”

“I wonder why?” He smirked in sarcasm.

“I’m sure she’s done now.” He told Reggie, “Misty, can you lead Paul, and Reggie up t Jowey’s room?”

The red-head with her hair in a side ponytail nodded and lead the way up the stairs for the boys.

“It’s so good to meet you.” She said looking back, “Jowey has told all of us so much about you. I’m almost honoured to be in your presence.”

“I wouldn’t go that far Misty.” Reggie assured her, “I’m not much different from you.”

“You can read and write.” She said quietly.

“I’m more than happy to teach you if you’d like.”

“Really?” she gleamed turning around and stopping dead in her tracks.

He nodded and smiled. Misty quickly pulled the older man into a tight hug. She then just as quickly let go and proceeded to continually thank him before turning around with the worlds largest smile on her face.

One more flight of stairs and almost at the end of the hallway they came to a door that had no number on it.

Misty raised a fist to the door and knocked softly.

“Jowey,” She cooed, “There’s a couple of men here to see you.”

They waited a moment, two, three. Misty was about to knock again when the door flew open too fast for anyone to react.

Reggie was sent straight to the floor, something blurred black and white knocking him down.

A curved dagger raised in the air about to be brought down, when it stopped.

The long, raven haired girl straddling him sighed and stood up. She put her right hand on her hip and held the dagger in left at her side. She glanced between Reggie and Paul, before sighing again.

“I’m happy to see you guys too, but you need to understand just how many people are after me. Whether Paul supposedly brought my head in or not, not everyone is going to believe it.” She told them.

“You sure have changed.” Reggie said standing up.

“I could say the same for you.” She told him, “Come on inside, I’m getting a draft.”

It was only then that the two boys realized she was wearing her black pants, sloppily tucked into black boots, her hair was down and damp, and her shirt only consisted of wrappings she wore under her shirt that only covered her bust.

Jowey smiled at Misty to dismiss her, and she left. Jowey lead the way into her room and closed the door behind them.

It was the same size as all the other rooms, same wood, same window placing. But it was different. The head board of the bed was pressed up against the wall furthest from the door, it was open on either side. She had two wardrobes, both where open. One contained her cloths the other containing weapons. There was a small vanity in between the two wardrobes, on it was a few roles of wrappings, a small mirror, a few pieces of string, and dagger she had just placed on the table. She had a divider as well, that was right in front of the window, on it was her cloak, two belts, and what looked like a whip. The floor was littered with a few weapons, hilts stained with blood, but blades shined like the moon.

“Sorry about the mess.” Jowey said grabbing a random shirt from her wardrobe, “If I knew you guys were coming back so soon, I’d of cleaned up a little.”

“You’re room’s the same as the other girls in the tavern’s isn’t it?” Paul asked looking around again.

“Yeah.” She said as she disappeared behind the divider as to save the two brothers embarrassment, “There’s supposed to be three on every floor.” She continued, “One right at the stair case, one at the middle of the hall, and one at the end. That way the guys don’t have to g too far from their room’s for one. I requested this as it’s an ideal position.”

“How would you figure, guards come in your trapped.” Reggie told her.

“Or am I?” She asked and pushed the divider aside so they could see out the window. She had her shirt on and towel on her head.

She motioned to the window and they walked forward.

“It’s the third floor.” She told them leaning against the wall and drying her hair, “I can jump down no problem, if I can’t the tree’s there and provides a lot more coverage then you’d think, especially at night. These wall’s are thin, Reggie. I heard Misty shout downstairs and that’s what set me off, so I was ready for anything that came my way. Unfortunately I wasn’t expecting to see you guys so soon, but it was a pleasant surprise, I must admit.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled at the girl, “You know, Jowey, Paul told me something interesting on the way up here.”

“Yeah, we banged each other’s brains out.” She stated boardly and then threw the towel she was using to the other side of the room, “someday we’re gonna be in-laws.” She walked over to the vanity and picked up a hair brush hidden behind the mirror.

“He told me that, too, but it wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Shoot.” Jowey told him, “Not literally.”

“I know.” He chuckled, “You’re the Red Shadow.”

“Point?” She asked.

“No point.” He said, “It was good to see you again.”

Jowey put down her brush and hugged him, ” I missed you, Reg.”

“I missed you to.” He placed a hand on top of her head and pulled away.

“I wanna have a long conversation with you later.” She told him.

“I’d enjoy that.” He smiled, “But for right now, I’m leaving you and your lover boy alone.”

She grinned up at him as Paul just scowled.

Reggie saw himself out and shut the door behind him.

“So?” Jowey asked.

“So?” Paul mimicked

“How’d you convince the king t not let marry your princess?” She asked.

“I didn’t have to.” He said and sat down on her bed, “When I went in she was crying, the king was yelling at her, she was pregnant. I told him I didn’t want to be a part of her anymore, and I was pardoned because I brought him the Red Shadow’s head.”

Jowey smiled and sat down next to him, leaning onto his shoulder.

“Who’s was it?” The I-told-you-so smirk was starting to pull at her lips as she tried to fight it.

“We don’t know.” He said and rested his head onto of her’s, “You were right.”

Jowey only smiled, successfully fighting off the smirk.

They stayed like that a few moments in silence before Paul broke it.

“I know you wanna say it, so just say it.” He told her.

“Say what?” She asked playing innocent.

“You were right, I was wrong. You knew her actions better than I did. I was blinded by lust, and could only see clearly when I had you to love. Just tell me ‘I told you so’ already!” He almost snapped.

“Why would I wanna do that?” She asked looking into his eyes, “You know what you did wrong and I know you wont do it again risk of loosing your manhood. . . . . or life, which ever I feel like taking at the time.”

Paul only flinched sightly. He knew better than to cross this woman. So he merely smiled, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her into his chest, and leaned them back on to her bed.

Jowey was listening to Paul’s heartbeat as drowsiness started to take over her. The fact that he was lovingly stroking her hair wasn’t helping that fact either.

Paul was comforted by her steady breathing and stillness in his arms. He too was slowly being lulled to sleep.

The Red Shadow Hunt(A Pokemon Paul Love Story Part 8)

“It’s snowing.” Zuren said to no one in particular as he stared out the window.

“Jowey upstairs or out?” Alec asked as he downed a mug of ale in his hand.

“I’d say out, I haven’t seen her all morning.” Martain said as he washed some dishes in the sink.

“Wonder how long Paul’s gonna take?” Alec muttered.

“Hard to say.” Martain said drying his hands, “If it keeps up like this is could be another day. I know Jowey’s anxious about him coming back.”

“I would be too if I were in her boots.” Zuren pointed out.

Each sighed and nodded in agreement.

When the pair got back to the tavern, it was not only full, but everyone congratulated Paul on taming the Red Shadow. When they tried to deny it, everyone said how they could hear Jowey moaning all the way there. Needless to say that they excused themselves as red in the face as humanly possible.

At the base of the mountain however, Reggie and Paul were quickly ascending wanting to beat the storm that was rolling in.

“I don’t know how slippery the short cut’ll be in the snow.” Paul told his older brother as he finished explaining how he’d gotten down the mountain so fast.

Reggie nodded at his younger brother as they picked up the pace a lot more than they had.

“So tell me how much your Jowey has grown up.” He said curious to his brother’s unusual good mood.

“The true picture of beauty.” He said.

“Way to elaborate.” He scoffed, “I know you layed with her, just admit it.”

“I can’t admit it.” Paul said as a smirk tugged at his lips, “We weren’t in a bed when we did it.”

Reggie whistled, “Got her in the bath house.”

“Nope.” He said, “Against a tree.”

He chuckled deeply, “She really must be something then.”

“You have absolutely no idea.” He said.

Jowey on the other hand was running at top speed up the river towards the waterfall. She jumped up on the rocks leading to the top, pouncing up like a cat. She touched the top and continued on in a straight line.

When her breath became shallow, she stopped and turned around pulling out her blades and began to fight against an opponent that wasn’t there.

Sloppy. She thought as her left kick came out weaker than she wanted.

She sheathed her blades and took a deep breath as she looked up at the sky and the snow falling from it.

“Just like the first winter up here without you.” She whispered to the wind as it carried her voice to an unknown location.

All of them sat around a large hump of snow as more came down slowly covering them. Each of them said not a word, but they sat in silence staring at it. “We should gt back to the tavern.” Martain said and got up brushing all the snow off f him. “You’re right.” Zuren said following suit. “Are you coming, Jowey?” Alec asked as they started to walked away noticing the girl still sitting in front of their father’s grave. “You go on ahead.” She told them, “I wanted to do some training.” “Don’t stay out too late.” Martain called back to her as they walked. But his voice was mostly lost before it even reached her ears. Slowly she stood up and headed over to he river. She stripped down to her underwear and dove in. She began to swim. Strengthen your body and your mind. Her Baba’s words echoed in her head as she continued to swim until she became fully numb. “I will.” She whispered as she quickly dressed, “Just for him.”

She slowly walked back to the waterfall she had jumped up. Jumping back down and stripping down to her underwear again she placed her clothes on a rock where they’d be safe and sat under the ice cold rushing water as she was instantly drenched.

Cold. She thought. Just like before. . . .

She was left under a weeping willow tree when she was a few months old. The mountain sage and the boys found her in the snow. Somehow, she remembered something.

Red, everything was red. Everything was cold. She remembered pain in her neck, and crying out in pain. Something warm dripped onto her. She opened her eyes and saw a beautiful woman carrying her and rushing. loud noises, Bangs, pows. People screaming was the only thing that filled her ear drums. It was warm again, glancing over she saw fire. More yelling, something she couldn’t make out. Everything went black again. When she opened her eyes again, she was being held by Reggie as Paul handed him a bottle.

Jowey’s eyes shot open realizing she had fallen into her daydreams again. Often she had them. Remembering little bits and pieces that never quite fit together in her mind.

She quickly got out from under the water fall and dressed.

“What could it mean?” She muttered as she walked back to the tavern.

She sighed and pushed the doors open stepping into the warmth.

“There you are!” Candice cheered, “Did you want something warm to eat?”

Before she could even answer, Candice had scurried off to the kitchen to get her something.

“Sure I guess.” Jowey muttered to herself and jammed her hands into her pockets as she walked towards the bar.

“How come your hair’s wet?” Martain asked without looking up at her.

“Training.” She replied and rubbed her face.

“Seems like more than that.” Misty said as she sat down next to her.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, Jowey?” Candice asked as she placed some hot stew and fresh bread in front of her.

She stared at it a moment debating weather or not she should tell them or not.

“Another day dream.” She finally admitted and went to rubbing the back of her head, “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“The one about you being left there?” Zuren asked.

She nodded and began to wolf down her bowl.

“Maybe Reggie could shed some light on what might have happened.” Martain suggested.

“They here yet?” She asked as she pulled back from the bowl to breath.

“Not yet, but soon hopefully.” He answered.

She nodded and finished, setting the bowl down and wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

“Go dry off.” Martain told her.

“Don’t tell me to do something I was going to do anyways.” She playfully snapped as she went up the stairs.

Jowey had just closed the door to her room when the tavern doors were pushed open and in entered two purple haired young men.