Without You, There's No Need

Chapter 8

Darla had entered the Chicago airport, with Pete on her shoulder. Since the news was still raging on about Phoenix, Pokemon weren't exactly always welcomed - especially on flights. Darla knew she had to surrender her poke balls - and Pete (which was something that she didn't want to do) - in ordinary to catch the flight to London. Darla hated being checked like a common criminal, especially since her Pokemon had nothing to do with the Phoenix incident anyhow. She knew a way to get to London on her Aerodactyl but she was afraid of getting shot down by either the United States military forces - or England's. Either way, she wasn't flying by Pokemon.

While she was worried that Trap would get shot down, she knew that Trap could fly high enough to get away from the shots.

"You ready," Darla asked Pete, concerned.

"As I'll ever be," Pete answered, taking a deep breath.

Darla went over to the security check point where the security man checked her ticket and her identification.

"Darla A. Cortex," the security man read on her license.

"That's me," Darla replied.

"Any chance related to the wanted man Dr. Neo Periwinkle Cortex in London," he asked, withholding her ticket and her license.

Darla saw this as she instantly knew that if she did say yes, she was not going. She had to tell a white lie but it was better than not going.

"No sir," she lied.

The security man believed her, returning the ticket and the license. Darla went further into the security check point, putting all her stuff into bins - including Pete and her poke balls. Pete remained quiet, trying to pass off as a normal Pichu who wouldn't go in his poke ball. So far, the whole charade was working as Darla took her white slippers off, her white stockings touching the cold tile floor. Darla put all of her stuff onto the x-ray machines as she went through the human sized one. Another security man saw her and instantly was attracted to her.

She was about in her late 20's and early 30's, an average height, hourglass figure, pale yellow skin, long jet black hair pulled back into a beautiful ponytail, chocolate brown eyes, wearing a yellow sundress that showed off her curves (and cleavage). He stared at her for the longest time, wishing he could strip search her. Darla sensed this right away as she went to get her stuff. The security man that was undressing her with his eyes was certainly no one she wanted to know. Just then, Pete climbed up onto her shoulder as she smiled. That's when the security man approached the smoking hot woman.

"Well, I hope you have a safe trip," the other security man said.

Darla saw that he was staring at her and decided to let him, mostly because she did have Pete on her shoulder if he got too close.

"Why thank you," she said, suavely, allowing him a glimpse down her dress.

As he did, in one swift move, Darla punched him right in the stomach. No one really saw anything but he instantly keeled over. As Darla got her slippers on, she walked away before she was asked any questions.

She whispered to Pete, "And that is why no one messes with me."

Pete lightly chuckled as he whispered, "I wouldn't wanna mess with you either!"

As Darla waited for her flight, Pete looked around their waiting area with much interest. Darla smiled, having forgotten that this was the first time Pete was actually flying in a plane. She texted Nina, who was waiting for them at the London airport.

"How is everything going," Nina texted.

Darla replied, "Not too bad. Though I swear one of the security guys was checking me out."

"Ugh, how rude can you get!" Nina responded.

Darla was almost giggling as she told her cousin, "No need to worry. I think he'll get his."

Pete came over to Darla as boarding started. Pete climbed up onto her shoulder as the two of them boarded the plane for London.

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"She what!?" A voice roared.

This voice belonged to Darla's hard nose mother, Jasmine. Jasmine was Neo and Nacey's older sister. And while she did leave London when she was 18, she vowed that she would never see her siblings ever again for any reason except for their mother passing away. What she didn't know was that Darla had become friends with Nina and wanted to be around her extended family more than her actual family. Andrew was currently out of town so reporting to her was her fiance counselor and a friend to her family, Eugene. Eugene, seeing that Darla's account was pulled and had for one ticket to London - one way - he knew that Darla was leaving the country. For good.

"It's true," he said, now panicking. "She took all of her things and left for London!"

"She wouldn't dare," Jasmine hissed, as they went to her daughter's apartment.

Sure enough, to Eugene's word, everything of Darla's was gone. The only thing that was left was a painting and a note. The painting was beautifully painted with a talent eye. The note, however, had chicken scratch handwriting that was practically hard to read.

But Jasmine eventually read it: "Dear mom, while I do thank you for all you have done for me, I can't help but think that this isn't my path. I feel my path leads me away from the United States and to the United Kingdom. I don't know if my painting will make up the cost for the one way ticket but it will have to do. I still love you. Your daughter, Darla."

While Eugene was happy for Darla, Jasmine was furious. She couldn't believe that her own daughter would defy her. She didn't accept the painting and vowed to disown Darla. Eugene felt bad for Darla but knew she was better off, wherever she was.

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