Dial M for Megaladon (Ch. 1)

(November is national Novel Month, where you write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Here is my contribution, where I will be periodically posting chapters throughout the month. So, without further ado, DIAL M FOR MEGALADON.)

Megaladon took off her motorcycle helmet and shook out her long, luxurious hair that cascaded out like the chocolate waterfall in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. She brushed the dust off of her denim jacket, and wiped a bug off of her leather pants. Yes, travel by unicorn was challenging, but it was the only way to travel. What was she going to do, travel by hovercraft? She laughed at her thought. She strode down the dark alley, with only her shotgun and a briefcase to keep her company. And her Unicorn, Cornelius.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, to walk down this dark alley... alone?" Cornelius whined, and shook his rainbow mane until glitter scattered the alleyway.

"Of course it is. I have a shotgun. I'm good" Megaladon said as she surveyed the alley. It was quiet.

Too quiet. She noticed the random graffiti on the grimy brick walls, (JB N ZOMBY 4 LYF) "misspelled." she muttered to herself. But she was not here to grade the graffiti; she only did that on weekdays, when she taught her fellow Ninja students English. Tonight was a Saturday, which meant school wasn't for a few more days. But no matter the day it happened to be that night, someone was definitely going to get schooled.

"All right, I know you are back here, Clyde. I can smell you. You smell like... garbage." Megaladon shouted.

"Real clever, my lady." Said Clyde. AKA The Garbage Man. he emerged from behind the shadows, his glasses illuminated in the moonlight. He wore a mechanics suit with a tie, as was his usual attire, and he held a small bundle in his hands. "Do you have my-"

"Yes, right here." She popped open the briefcase, and Clydes face was illuminated in red. "Holographic Charizard." Do you know how hard it it to find those? Do you have my-"

"Yes, my lady. Here is your egg." He handed her the egg, it trembled a bit in her hands.

"What type of Pokemon is it?" She asked, her voice quivering with excitement.

"Garbage men never tell." He laughed.

"Where did you find this?"

"You know the old saying," he said as he walked away.

"No, no I don't, actually" Megaladon said.

"Look it up. I will see you on the other side... of MARS!" He said as he vanished in a cloud of smoke that smelled faintly of boiled cabbage.

Megaladon held her egg in her hands, and looked around. Ever since Pokemon have been outlawed, vigilante Ninjas such as Megaladon herself have been quietly training in underground facilities, in order to overthrow the tyrannical rule of JB and his wicked army.

She put her shotgun away, and put the egg in the saddle bag. She tucked her hair into her motorcycle helmet, and climbed on Cornelius.

"Let’s make like thunder, and BOLT-" She yelled, and with a flash of light, Cornelius was off and running, with the tail of a rainbow behind her. Megaladon knew if she was going to train this Pokemon, no matter the type, she had to go to the master. And she knew just the one to go to...