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| A New Life; FanFic Comp. #2 - Complete! | |
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| Deleted User | Nov 28 2006, 08:18 PM Post #1 |
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Small test to see how much I can actually fit into this box before it will cut it off...considering it is quite long. Still working on the next two parts... A New Life Here She Lies Some things in life aren’t always as they seemed. The sky was overcast, clouds merging and fighting each other in the sky. Thunder rumbled in them, sounding like the roar of the gods. It threatened to fall on the stragglers rushing through the town, trying to find shelter before the storm hit. Yellow streaks, looking suspiciously like a huge dog, ran through the clouds as they curled and swirled above the sea. The diner, a lonely little place in the seaside town, stood as a small shelter for anyone who wanted to get away from the ocean. The place was quaint, a mom and pop store really. The food was okay for the price and was a quick stop for any person, trainer or businessperson, who needed a meal and wanted a bit of privacy. Every type was crammed into the place for the storm. Hot orders were common as the storm outside had brought a winter chill. Sniffling and sneezes sang like a choir throughout the place. The back corner booth had become a sort of home for one person in particular. She sat in a slouch, eyes closed as though the world was weighing on her mind. One hand rubbed against her temple, trying to ease the headache away. A bruise, already a yellowish-green with age, spread across her left cheek, merging with the one around her eye. The short sleeved shirt did nothing to cover the bandage around her arm. Brown eyes opening, she reached out to pick up the mug of tea resting by her elbow. Her hand shook as she took a drink, from the cold or from something else, it was unknown. Setting the mug back down, she briefly caught her reflection in the dark drink. The thought that she should cut her hair passed briefly through her tired mind. The bell above the door of the diner rang, attracting the attention of the diner’s patrons. The small roar of noise died down suddenly to stare at the new addition. Shrugging, the creature moved easily amongst the people to the back table. “Horrible weather,” he muttered, sliding into the booth. He had a faint accent of someone still learning the language and a small lisp. He scratched at his ear with a paw before reaching into the bag at his waist. “Got something for ya.” She didn’t react when the creature slid a red and black object across the table to her. Her eyes were focused on the mug of tea in front of her, never flickering. “Come on, June, you can’t be mad at me forever.” Her glare spoke for her, anger coursing through her body. “Like hell I can’t,” she hissed out. “Just because you’re helping me now doesn’t mean jack squat on what you’ll do next, Axel.” He didn’t seem to care at her outburst and instead fiddled with the bag at his waist. “Oh sure, saving you from death means jack squat now, eh?” he asked, red eyes staring at her. She flushed with fury, teeth baring in anger. “It was your fault I was in that situation to begin with, if you don’t recall.” It took all of her willpower to keep her voice in check. Carelessly, he leaned back and had the nerve to smirk at her. “I was doing my job, which is what I’m also doing right now. If you don’t want my help, I could go alert the authorities right now…” he trailed off, glancing back to a phone on the countertop. Settling back against the padded seat, she glared daggers at the creature. Sneaky, conniving monster. Only did something if he had some personal gain to get from it. June glanced down at the object between them, frowning. The sleek design had nicks in its shell as though it had been dropped several times. “I never agreed to this,” she responded softly but picked it up anyways and opened it. His head tilted, dull claws scratching his cheek. “Only way you’re gonna keep them with you legally,” he mumbled. The name change was obvious as her status and profile came up on the screen. She frowned though, rereading the age on the screen. “‘Twenty-two?’” she quoted. “Better than a thirty something year-old starting a journey,” Axel remarked smartly. She hated his tone and the fact that he was right. June flipped the device over, pulling her fingers away as they caught on some sticky residue. Rubbing her fingers together, she leaned in closer to find the substance and frowned deeper. The stickiness was in the shape of what could’ve been a name tag. “So, did you knock the kid over before you took it or did you at least wait until he dropped it?” she asked, turning the device over again. He gave her a cheeky smile, shrugging. “I just found it and decided it would suffice for our own use.” “Yeah, I’m sure that’s how it went,” she muttered crossly. “You’ve gotta give me more credit than that.” Snorting, Axel glanced around them at the crowded diner before leaning in. “We need to get it registered with the Pokémon Center though. Even I can’t manage that,” he whispered. “Just tell the nurse something’s wrong with it and they’ll straighten that out. As long as you don’t mess up,” he added. She sat quietly, staring at her mug. Laying the device on the table, she glanced down at the red and white PokeBalls in her bag. “I’ll only have six of them,” she whispered. “Pardon?” June looked up at him, suddenly feeling tired. “I can only carry six Pokémon at a time, five including you.” That cheeky smile spread across his face again. “Who said I was on your team?” She gave him a strange look before digging through the bag. There had to be thirteen PokeBalls in here, had to be. When she counted twelve, she glared at him, almost growling in her frustration. Axel grinned and held up his own PokeBall, complete with the Roman numeral eight. He tossed it up, smirking as her hand shot out to snatch it. “You son of a-” “Now, now, don’t be testy,” he said, trying to soothe her ruffled fur. He held the capture device out of her reach, shrinking it down and tucking it safely away into his bag. “I have to leave with some of my own dignity.” “I hate you,” she snarled out, back hitting the cushion as she sat back and tried to kick him under the table. “The feeling would be mutual if you weren’t so darn amusing,” he mumbled, red eyes sparkling. Apparently, no one really suspected her of anything despite her anxiety as she checked into the Pokémon Center. The nurse on hand seemed surprised that her PokeDex had suddenly become unregistered but fixed it right away. She had literally sighed in relief when the nurse had handed her back the device without so much as asking how it had happened. The nicks and scratches must have given that away. June had handed Axel six of the twelve Pokémon she had. As he had said, having twelve Pokémon on her at the time of re-registering the PokeDex would look suspicious. She had given him the ones she didn’t want to have on hand, namely the ones she honestly didn’t know if they liked her or not. Inheriting Pokémon was never a way to gain them, she mused. She had fallen into a light doze as soon as she fell onto the bed. It was the only reason she liked Pokémon Centers: free or incredibly cheap rooms. Right now, she couldn’t argue with that. It was a lot safer than the boat and motels she had been sleeping at. And a lot cleaner. Her eyes shot open when the doorknob rattled. She focused on the door in the dark, hand snaking over to the bedside table to grip the only weapon she had at the moment. Forcing herself to breathe softly, she winced at the slight pain the wound in her arm caused. The lock clicked, door opening to let in the hallway light. Axel met the muzzle of her pistol. Blinking, he paused and cocked his head as she glared at him, hair tousled from sleep. “Now really, do you have to point that at me every time I walk in at midnight?” June didn’t answer, merely kept it pointed at his chest. It was a dance they had gone through before, the first time she had been nearly insane with exhaustion and mental trauma. She probably still sported the bruises caused by the ramming of the handgun against her head in one of her more psychotic episodes. However, she quietly laid the gun down, keeping it aimed at him though. Without a word, she rolled over and promptly ignored him. He rolled his eyes and plopped down on the bed across from her. She listened to his rustlings as he settled on top of the sheets, his natural body heat keeping him warm. Her arm was hurting again. Directing a glare in Axel’s direction, she remembered that was his fault, too. Everything was his fault. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 2 2006, 02:49 PM Post #2 |
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No One Knew Her Worth Gray clouds threatened to drown the town again the next morning. The yellow figure moving around the clouds had seemed to retire to a secluded area in the sky and wait for a new time to rain lightning down on the citizens. The huge building loomed in front of her, looking a lot like the gates of Hades with a dome on top to keep the souls inside. She briefly wondered where Cerberus was before catching herself. That would send her into a fit, she knew, seeing a three headed monster about to gnaw upon her. She often wondered why she thought of such things. It wasn’t like she had to be here. No one had forced her to do anything actually, a first since she began her former career. Axel had just mentioned it would be great, emphasis on the word great, for her to win a Gym Badge. It would shake off the people looking for her, considering she really had never wanted anything to do with Pokemon at all. This being the first Gym and all, she should breeze through it. Donald had trained his Pokemon well, even if it had been for the wrong reasons. Taking a breath, June slowly walked up to the doors. It wasn’t that she was nervous…okay, maybe she was nervous. She’d never battled before and really had no idea how to do this. Sure, she’d seen people battle on TV but that didn’t cover the anxiety attack or actually explain the schematics of battling. All she knew was that giving attack commands and some sort of strategy was involved. What it actually was, she had no clue. The door was heavier than she thought. Leaning on it, she heard it creak softly before swinging open, threatening to have her fall face first to the ground. June caught herself, barely, but her shock had attracted some unwanted attention. She heard someone chuckle in the background. Frowning, she gazed at the Gym, surprised at the neatness and shape of it. The entire arena was like a deep bowl and would probably make an excellent swimming pool if she so wished. There was more than enough space for a…well, whatever the largest Pokemon was to fit and live comfortably inside. A fence stood as a guard, as though daring her to enter through the first opening. She glanced around, waiting for someone to enter in and ask her purpose. It was a silly response and one she hadn’t kicked yet from her old job. Trying to steel herself, she moved at a brisk pace through the opening in the fence and made her way down to where the floor evened out. Even as she reached the bottom, her stomach twisting and churning at the sudden anxiety attack, no one appeared. Awkwardly, she stood at the bottom and shuffled from one foot to the other. Glancing around quickly, she wrung her hands before calling out to the emptiness. “Is anyone here?” Once again, she received a chuckle. Her face flushed as she braced herself. “I want a fight and I heard this was the place to get it. If no one’s going to take up my offer…” she trailed off, hoping that would work. “I’m here, I’m here.” What came down from the opposite side was not something June expected a Gym Leader to look like. She dressed and looked like a pop star and walked like one. But her eyes, even from a distance, were hard and unforgiving. Almost cold. She sauntered to the box marked off for trainers and cocked her hip out, one hand automatically landing on it. Must make the boys pant, June mused. “Name’s Rinoa Wildgood,” she introduced, eyes still icy. “June,” she responded simply, not exactly remembering her supposed surname listed in her PokeDex. A smirk played at Rinoa’s lips as she studied the woman. Still green, she thought, tilting her head. “I do three-on-three battles, one at a time. First one to K.O. all of their opponent’s Pokemon wins.” Although she really didn’t understand what that was supposed to mean, she nodded anyways. She had checked the PokeBalls she had and had kept two of Donald’s, her, best trained. The others were hidden in some safe house Axel had somewhere. Safer that way, he had said. Rinoa’s smirk disappeared and the face turned as hard as stone. Her hand played at her waist, settling on one of the PokeBalls. She pulled it from her belt, snapping her wrist to let the ball shoot out. “Let’s go, Gora!” she called out. June braced herself for the ferocious creature that would burst forth, repeating a ‘don’t freak out’ mantra in her head. A stone cold girl like that had to have some pretty nasty Pokemon, right? She wasn’t ready for what actually popped out. The pink fairy posed no more of a threat than a Caterpie to a Pidgeot. Blinking in surprise, she stared blankly at the creature, thinking of nothing else she could do. The little fairy chirped and seemed to dance, if one could call it dancing, for a minute before calmly waiting. “Well, are you going to release your Pokemon?” Not replying, June gave the girl a glare before finding the PokeBall with Roman numeral five carved into its cover. “Come on, now,” she whispered to it softly before flinging it to the center of the arena. “Lexaeus!” she called out in mimicry, trying to sound like she had an idea of what she was doing. The figure that arose from the red beam stood over six feet tall, complete with rock hard scales as armor. The red eyes opened slowly, taking in the scenery before him. He snapped his head to the side, relaxing each time the bones popped. Tail smacking the ground in agitation, the brute glanced down at the little pink fairy that stood before him. Rinoa frowned, glaring now at the trainer. Not as green as she looks, apparently, she thought, knowing that it was going to take a lot to take down that Rhydon. Lexaeus growled softly. The little Clefairy wasn’t a match for him at all, not even a warm-up. Eyes narrowing, he turned around to see what joke Donald was playing at having him go against this thing. That’s when he remembered that Donald wasn’t here anymore. Glancing back, he found the little human that Donald had left him to. Even as the other trainer was calling out her commands to the little fairy, he had turned away from the battle and now faced June. Lexaeus stood straight, red eyes narrowed to slits at her. The little human gulped and nervously backed away as he began to approach her. He moved fast for his size, towering above her within seconds. She froze, gaining a deer in the headlights look. Her heart pounded, wishing he would back up just a little bit. His fist clenched, teeth bared. The thick tail smashed the ground, a threat. His eyes spoke for him as he then turned away from her and proceeded up the slope of the bowl. You do not control me. “Lexaeus,” she said breathlessly, trying to get her heart under control. The Silent Hero did not look back. She briefly heard a voice boom over the arena that the Rhydon would be counted against her and that she was down to two Pokemon. Shaken, she recalled Lexaeus as he paused at the top of the dome, staring up at the ceiling. The proud soldier vanished in the red beam, never flinching or resisting as it pulled him back into captivity. She might own him, but she could not command him. Tapping her chin, Rinoa watched curiously as the woman recalled the Rhydon. She is green, she thought, the smirk appearing again. Bit off too much than she can chew. This was going to be interesting. “Well, come on, send out another Pokemon,” she said, the smirk never leaving. June glanced back at the arena, eyes focusing now on the opponent. This was not what she’d planned; this was not what she’d imagined. Her breathing hitched, mind whirring as she tried to think of something to do. Hands fumbling, she managed to close her fingers around one PokeBall. The ‘I’ carved on its surface seemed to sting and burn but she didn’t care. Anything to get this over with. “Xemnas!” There was a click as the familiar beam shot out. Legs the size of tree trunks hit the ground, steadying as his body formed and materialized. Light glimmered off the metal body, throwing shimmers and glares around the arena. Creaking, the Pokemon blinked slowly before stretching. He gazed about the arena with an indifferent air, looking past the Clefairy that had stiffened up and to the other aspects of the place. An arena of some sort was laid out before him, simple in design yet ingenious in the way it would keep attacks actually in the ring. “Xemnas, Metal Claw!” In surprise, the huge creature turned around, legs having to move as his head could not turn, to face the human. He blinked, trying to decide whether she was joking or being serious. When he finally reached a conclusion, he did the only thing that came naturally. The Metagross burst into laughter in the only way a Metagross could. The clicking grated harshly against the human’s ears and even more against her nerves. With little more than a glance back at the little Clefairy, Xemnas grunted and strode over to her, almost casually. The light in his eyes did nothing to reassure her as he moved closer. Her feet moved automatically, knowing that he was the most unpredictable of the newly dubbed Organization. His eyes glowed, blue energy surrounding his body. Light flashed erratically, blinding her as her eyes burned. Her feet left the ground, suspended as the Superior marched closer. The claws on his feet glowed, one lifting up slowly and hardening, turning to a grayish color. He clicked again, the leg rearing back. Her breath hitched; oxygen refused to acknowledge her existence as she gasped for air. The steel-colored claws shot forward, one aimed for the middle of her forehead. June’s eyes snapped shut in reaction; her mouth opened to scream but no sound came out. Sound exploded around her, inside her head, and threatened to burst her eardrums. Claws inched ever closer, the air whistling as it moved. The rushing in her ears stopped suddenly. One eye opened cautiously, trying to focus on the Superior. His claws had stopped an inch from her face, the point threatening to give her a lobotomy. It hung in the air for a split moment, letting the warning sink in. He lowered the claw, tapping the PokeBall she still held in her hand with it instead. His body disappeared in a beam of light, dropping her back to the ground. Shudders coursed through her body as she sucked in air. The room was spinning, colors swirling together. White hot pain blinded her for a moment, forcing her to her knees. She could hear it still, the awful chuckling of the creature. And then realized it was coming from across the room. “Come back when you actually have Pokemon.” June found herself alone. Alone in the Gym and alone in the world. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 4 2006, 08:29 PM Post #3 |
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Yeah, I lied. This thing's going to have at least four, if not five, parts. If I don't kill it first. The Late Great Daughter of Mother Earth It was almost scary how well they had been trained. Donald had been a video game enthusiast, almost making his whole life into one. He had come to love and worship one particular game, so much in fact that he built a team on the ultimate enemies in the last two games. It hadn’t been a clever naming process that they went through however. Personalities and techniques had been pounded in, friendships almost forced to match the games. He had talked to them, making them believe that they were that character, meant to live out life like that character. Physical alterations also matched, so similar that it was unknown of if Donald had forced the alterations himself or if they had been chosen because of their original looks. Even now, the physical alterations of Axel could be seen in the dim room, two black marks like tears right under his eyes. They were not natural, he had said himself they hadn’t always been there, but where they had come from was a mystery. “For someone so smart, you’re a complete moron.” Darkness shrouded the room, the only light illuminating from the small lamp. The window’s curtains were shut to block out the depressing rain, even though it had to be more depressing in the room. Axel was seated on the edge of the bed, feet dangling above the ground. His red eyes were laughing at her, teeth bared in a grin. June was lying on the other bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. She was shaking, she hadn’t stopped shaking since Xemnas had recalled himself. “You weren’t there,” she managed. Axel roared with laughed, head thrown back so hard it was a miracle he hadn’t snapped his neck. She glared, trying to figure out to snatch that PokeBall from him so she could shut him up. “June, June,” he mumbled, grinning so widely it looked like it hurt. “I’m still trying to figure out what you were thinking. Lexaeus? Xemnas?” “They obeyed Donald,” she countered, face flushing. Her shudders had disappeared as fury began to course through her. He laughed again, scaring her. The color drained from her face as she watched him, confused. “Obeyed him? He was lucky to get them to follow one order, nonetheless battle.” “Then how-” “Xemnas is the Superior. Donald gave him that nickname from the very beginning. Therefore, he believes he is above Donald. And you,” he added, leaning back. “Lexaeus hates taking orders from anyone under him, you again,” he said with a shrug. “Even then, he’d rather solve a logic puzzle than fight. You never did play the real second game, did you?” June’s refusal to answer him spoke much more than if she had actually replied. Sighing, he let his feet hit the floor, began to pace. “Okay, we know Demyx likes you.” “Demyx likes everybody,” she mumbled. “And if Demyx likes you, then Xigbar does as well,” Axel continued as though she hadn’t said anything. “Now, both of them are out of battling shape, we really haven’t had any sort of practice for at least four months. Demyx’s Water Pulses are your best bet. Unfortunately, Xigbar’s attacks might not work considering you’re up against Normal Pokemon. Out of shape or not, Xigbar is still the best shot though and can come in handy.” He paused, tapping his chin a bit. “I guess Larxene could be used as well, I wouldn’t recommend it,” he added quickly, “ as she just doesn’t stop at knocking out the opponent but she is one of the best fighters Donald ever trained.” “Why not Roxas?” June asked, trying to avoid using the overzealous Electric-type. The first time the two had crossed paths, she had feared for her life the second they had faced each other. Even then, her instinct proved true as she had barely evaded the sparks, shaped like knives, thrown by the sadist. Axel’s eyes went cold, a direct opposite of his nature. His body tensed, flames crawling up his arms. He snarled, teeth bared as he faced her. “Don’t you ever think of using him,” he snarled. With an almost schizophrenic switch, he grinned, the tension ebbing away and the flames winking from existence. “Ready to go?” Axel asked. That had scared her much more than Xemnas’ threat. The rain was pouring, lightning etching designs in the sky. The yellow creature threw out bolt after bolt, seeing how cryptic its pictures could be. No one dared wander the streets as the water fell, drenching anyone out within minutes. This was an excellent reason to have a Fire-type, June mused. Axel stood beside her, one hand held over his head. The rain turned to steam above them, the humidity killing her senses. He gave her another grin, a feral one that scared her beyond imagination. Without warning, he walked away. The rain poured down on her, a shriek echoing in the streets. She could hear him laughing as he jogged off, safe from the rain. June, unable to find any other kind of shelter besides the Gym, swore under her breath and rushed inside. Even being outside for less than a minute had soaked her. She breathed out, shivering from the cold. Never again would she trust that monster, never ever ever. Her hand went to the PokeBalls, brushing her fingertips over the carved numbers. Stopping on nine, she pulled it out, releasing the catch. The red beam shot out and formed into the figure, sleek lines flowing down his body. He shook his head, stretching with the grace of a dancer. The Pokemon glanced over at June, smiling as best as he could. His tail moved constantly with its own beat, body moving even as he gazed around the entrance to the Gym. “Demyx, I need you to battle,” she whispered, trying to not be overheard by Rinoa. The Gym Leader was probably laughing at her return. “Can you?” He blinked in surprise, head cocking. Him? Battle? Did those words really ever belong into a sentence together? Demyx backed up, webbed hands held up in protest. He may know attacks but there was no way he would fight. No way; even if Hades froze over right this minute and the Devil came up and asked him if he wanted a daiquiri, he would not step into that ring. But she was giving him that look and oh, how he hated it when she gave him that. Such a pleading look that he couldn’t resist. He melted, body moving to a slower beat. Kicking the ground absently, he glanced back up at her before sighing. “Gol,” he whispered, nodding. She brightened and, he had to say, that was a great deal better than the sad look. “Thank you, Demyx.” It felt awkward having to rely on him yet again. She rubbed his head, smiling as he tried to block her. “Come on,” she said. The Golduck nodded, straightening up. It was funny to watch as his body kept dancing, moving to an unheard beat. Rinoa was already down in the box when the two slid down the bowl. She was smirking, hip jutted out. The eyes were alive with laughter as they paused in the box opposite her own. “Come back with actual Pokemon this time?” she taunted. June frowned, glaring at the cocky Gym Leader. She was never going to live that failure down. “Let’s just go,” she growled out. The smirk never faded as Rinoa pulled out her starting fighter. “Gora, go!” Chirping, the small pink fairy popped out, wings flapping. She twirled around once before settling down. “Think you can handle it, Demyx?” June asked softly, earning a glare from the Golduck. He waved his hand, almost dancing into the ring. And immediately hopped, planting both feet onto the ground. One arm out and the other held back, he moved quickly, mimicking his namesake’s signature moves. A smirk spread as well as it could across his beak, tail swinging back and forth. The two faced each other down, Water versus Normal. Gora squeaked softly, tilting her head. Demyx breathed out slowly, trying to concentrate. “Gora, Pound!” Rinoa called out, on the edge a little. Battles always gave her a rush and now, with an actual battle from the ‘advanced trainer,’ she was energized. “Water Pulse!” June yelled, trying to have some sort of authority. Demyx braced himself, letting the small fairy dash forward with one arm pulled back. He took in a breath, straightening up. He raised an arm up above his head, eyes locked on the tiny creature. She moved in closer, fist glowing with a strange light. The Melodious Nocturne brought his arm down like he was strumming a guitar. Water gushed forth, moving in small waves. Gora squealed, heels digging into the ground to stop herself. The first wave of water slammed into her small frame, knocking the wind out of her. She landed on her feet though, jumping over the second wave but slipping on the wet floor and being knocked over by the last pulse. Growling, the Clefairy’s personality changed suddenly. She jumped to her feet, the small fangs she had bared. Demyx merely smiled. He rose, pointing at the Clefairy, as though daring her on. With a quick smirk, Gora clapped her hands, angry eyes taking on an amused look. Stunned, the duck blinked and felt a bit of pride swelling up in him. Not wanting to let down his ‘audience,’ he once again prepared to play. And fell right into the trap. Gora dashed forward, fist pulled back. She was moving faster, getting closer than he expected in such a small amount of time. He tried to stop to dodge but couldn’t move from the spot. The water rolled forth, out of his control. Gora dodged, taking to the air with her small wings. Demyx packed up and began to move to the side. Too late. The Clefairy’s fist slammed into his cheek. He went flying back from the absurd power of the Pound attack. Pain exploded in his cheek and he was certain he’d have a bruise there. Demyx was surprised to see the ground rushing below him. Growling, he reached an arm down, dug his claws into the moving ground, and flipped himself over. He managed to slide to a stop, standing back up and rubbing his cheek. For such a small creature, she could sure pack a punch. His body began to move to a faster beat. He moved forward to show her some real force but stopped, arm rising back up. “Demyx! Don’t use another Water Pulse!” June tried to think of any attack he might know but came up blank. “Your Golduck is trapped in an Encore, one of the best there is,” Rinoa said from across the arena. “It’ll be a miracle if he breaks out before Gora beats him.” The soaked arena once again suffered another gush of water, the waves flowing out from every side. Gora was once again in the air, coming down on him with another Pound before he could recover from his Water Pulse. Demyx could see the Clefairy coming but couldn’t move from the spot. He glanced to the sides frantically, trying to get his body to budge before the attack finished itself. Gora slammed her closed fist onto the crown of the Golduck’s head. He pitched forward, barely throwing his arms out in time to catch himself. A lump had already started to form, tender to the touch. Growling, he jumped back up to his feet, arms held out to keep his balance. Adrenaline coursed through him, fueling his body into a frenzy of movements. However, he was still trapped in the repetition of Encore. He couldn’t believe he had fallen for that. June was desperate. She had no strategy, no plan, heck, she only know one move for the Golduck. Right now, that one move wasn’t helping him at all. She tried to think of something, anything, to help him. She stepped back, doing the only thing she had been good at: observation and calculations. The Clefairy was up in the air again, dodging what had to be Demyx’s fourth Water Pulse. The water moved forward in the direction he indicated. Tracing the path up to meet the falling Gora, she tried to do the math in her head. Could he maybe…? “Demyx! Aim up!” He blinked, glancing back at her as his arm rose on its own accord. Shrugging, he leaned back, tail supporting him so he didn’t end up like a tipped over turtle. The arm fell, blasting the water around him. It rushed out, blasting like sound waves, straight for the falling Pokemon. Gora squealed, wings spreading to catch herself. The first wave hit her, slamming into her stomach. She squeaked, falling back as the second wave washed harmlessly over and sprinkled back down to the field. Demyx hooted, pumping his arm. He glanced back at June, smiling. She was falling into the beat. Turning back, the Melodious Nocturne prepared for his finale. Gora was up again, shaking herself off. She dashed back onto the field, taking a fighting stance. Her ears twitched, eyes narrowed at the opponent. “Gora, Sing attack!” Rinoa ordered, the first voiced attack since the first round. Almost like a switch, the fairy’s entire demeanor changed. The tension disappeared, stance changing from that of a fighter to one of a singer. Her mouth opened, the sweetest sound emerging from it. Demyx, who would’ve felt humbled if the attack itself wasn’t so vicious, tensed, trying to force the sound out of his own body. Any kind of music took control of him, rushing through his body like his own blood. He growled softly, already feeling his eyelids droop. Taking in a breath, he felt the gem embedded in his forehead heat up, sending warmth through his body. A relaxed feeling washed over him, easing his mind. Both webbed hands formed a circle around the gem, focusing the energy. Grimacing at the dull pain from the Pound attacks, he forced it away. Mind clear, thoughts erased, he felt the energy rush up, through his stomach, past his throat, and through his mind. Let it out! A surge of power blasted forth, cutting through the Clefairy’s song like a knife. She pushed off to the side, surprised at the sudden attack. Gora growled softly at the Golduck, watching the Confusion attack take control of him. It still surged forth faster than she could move though. The beam clipped her leg, swirling around it. Her leg cramped immediately, the strange power trying to alter her senses. She landed awkwardly, balanced on one leg. Demyx, more relaxed than he had ever been before, decided that now was the time to play the final chord. His arm rose, the claws tapping against one another in a rhythm. Gora rose up, going into a limping charge. He let his arm fall, blasting out the last notes of this song. The first wave missed her by a hair’s length. However, the next one she couldn’t dodge as her leg buckled up underneath her. She crumpled, falling victim to the rushing water as it crashed into her. Squealing, she struggled but slipped again and was slammed by the last wave. Coughing sounded from the tiny body, the arms shaking as she lifted herself up. Gora growled softly, managing to get to her feet. And promptly fainted with a sigh. The Melodious Nocturne stayed still, eyes closed. He breathed in slowly, taking his time to recompose himself. Exhaustion clouded his senses as he stood there, blocking out the defeat of the fairy and concentrating on his own battle with sleep. Rinoa nodded, recalling Gora. “Good job, Gora. Now we know what she’s really capable of,” she whispered to the PokeBall. “Ready for round two?” she asked out to the trainer. June blinked, barely believing what had happened. Demyx had just taken out someone. Completely and by himself, well mostly by himself. A crazy grin flitted across her face as the Golduck was frozen in time. Demyx let out a harsh breath, immediately hopping up and taking his swaying fighting stance. His eyes were duller though, a side effect of withstanding the Sing attack for so long. The Gym Leader smirked, grabbing the next PokeBall on her belt. Well, the Golduck was about to drop anyways. “Let’s go, Horror!” A bellow as mighty as a Titan’s battle cry echoed throughout the closed arena. Hooves shot out, smashing the ground as it landed. Horns as wide as a yardstick was tall stretched out, the tips sharpened to mean points. Crazy eyes glared out onto the arena as the bull emerged from its imprisonment. The tails quivered then began slapping against his flanks and thighs. Staring out in horror, Demyx gulped loudly and glanced back at June. This was not what he had signed up for. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 8 2006, 07:58 PM Post #4 |
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I expect this entire piece to be about 25-27 pages long in MS Word. Unfortunately, I'm only at 20. The last and final part will be up, hopefully, in two days. Though, that's if I don't beat something first... We Raise Our Glass There were some things that Demyx could handle. Cutesy pushovers? Yeah, he’d take one of those on any day of the week. A giant, angry Pokemon that could crush him under his hoof? No, thank you. And when said Pokemon was charging at him at full speed with its head parallel to the ground and those horns pointed at him? Hell no. He moved, trying to get his skinny butt out of the way before the Tauros could run him down. Unfortunately, the Sing attack had messed up his timing. The Tauros was on him before he could sidestep an inch. He blinked slowly in surprise, registering the hit dully. Glancing down, the Golduck stared at the broad crown rammed into his gut. It was a strange moment as the two remained motionless. Then reality flooded back and time sped up. Barely uttering more than a squeak, Demyx went flying backwards, air rushing out of him. He saw stars briefly that whirled around his head with a sway. June jerked, the only thing she could do as the Pokemon slammed hard into Demyx. Eyes wide, she took a step back, now realizing that the path he would take in his airborne state would put him right on top of her with still plenty of momentum to keep going. She reacted too late however and felt her own air rush out of her lungs. Gasping, the two fell as one to the sloped back. He outweighed her by at least a couple dozen pounds and towered over her by a few inches. That, combined with the hard floor beneath them, could not be good. She landed first, managing to save her head by bracing herself for impact. Demyx was unconscious though, lulled to sleep finally. He collapsed on top of her, knocking the wind out of her again while his head snapped back sharply. It cracked hard against the ground, the ring echoing in her ears. The fact that he wasn’t moving to get off of her only increased her panic. June pushed him off, letting him roll onto the sloped ground. A cut had opened on the back of his head but it wasn’t pouring blood. Just a trickle seeped out. At the worst, he’d be concussed but alive nonetheless. She struggled to calm her heart as her hand dug out his PokeBall. It pounded, feeling like it had leapt into her throat, and she had to steady her hand to keep it still. Demyx vanished in the light and she hoped the device could at least stabilize him until she returned to the Pokemon Center. The snorting Tauros pawed the ground anxiously, wild eyes focused on her. His tails continued to move, whipping harshly against his sides. Just the size of him terrified her. She had no choice. Craziness could beat craziness. Gulping, she found the worn PokeBall with twelve etched into the shell. With a wince, she threw it onto the battlefield, shrinking back as the creature emerged from its prison. The female reincarnation of Marquis de Sade had arrived. With a chilling calmness, she shook herself off, the spines on her back sticking out at odd angles. Though smaller than what most people would consider a healthy Jolteon, she had a dignity that no one could erase. And the eyes of a killer. She sat, a refined move that seemed to emphasize her dainty movements. Her head tilted slightly to the side, gazing at the Tauros like he was a fly, one that didn’t deserve to live anymore. A slightly dirty paw lifted, being tended to by her quick tongue to cleanse it. The eyes stayed focused on the bull though, never wavering. “Horror, use Horn Attack on that Jolteon!” Rinoa watched the creature carefully, feeling a slight chill course through her. It just sat there, even as Horror bellowed and bowled forward. No Pokemon, strong or not, would just sit there while a Tauros charged at them. “Larxene, Thundershock!” June called out. There was the slightest movement; the Pokemon turned her head ever so slightly to get a good look at the woman in the trainer box. A gleam sparkled then, the lips pulling back in a feral grin. She vanished from sight. Horror snorted, digging his hooves into the ground to stop himself. Almost erratically, he glanced around, trying to find his missing opponent. He wasn’t looking in the right spot. A yellow blur solidified in front of June, the wicked eyes focused on her now. The grin was still in place, canines bared for her to see. Sparks crackled across her fur before she let it loose. She screamed, rearing back as the electricity tried to kill her. June slipped and fell, nearly mimicking Demyx’s fall but once again saved her head. Those eyes lit up, the chance of causing pain exciting her. Larxene’s grin didn’t waver as her ears twitched, alerting her to the bull behind her. She turned her head, giving the bull a seductive look. Her mind focused, one word flitting through it. Mine. Once again, the Jolteon disappeared. He slammed to a stop, skidding on the still wet floor. Flipped around now, Horror pawed anxiously at the ground. Nostrils flared wide open as he stared down the ring, waiting for his victim to appear again. Snarls erupted and fur flew as Larxene leapt onto the Tauros’ back. Her nickname rang true as she sank her teeth into the tough hide of the bull’s back. The Savage Nymph growled, claws ripping tears in Horror’s skin. He bellowed, kicking his hind legs out and propelling himself into the air. Blood trickled from the rips, staining the brown fur. Larxene hung on, electricity snaking up her spikes. It crackled viciously, shaping into her favored weapon. She pushed off as the Tauros went into a bucking frenzy. The grin was back, eyes lit up as Horror realized she wasn’t on top of him. With a laugh, the blade shaped sparks flew through the air. He literally threw himself out of the way of the blades, turning to glance as they impaled the arena before dissolving in the air. Snorting, his muscles rippled as he managed to stop his bulk. The tails continued to beat at him, the vicious rhythm pounding in his blood. With a bellow loud enough to burst eardrums, he charged forth, horns pointed straight down at the yellow menace. The grin appeared again. Larxene waited, claws digging into the ground. She could smell the blood, sharp, sweet, seductive. Her entire body shuddered at the scent. The spines popped up, stabbing the air. Heart beating furiously, she held her ground as the Tauros stampeded closer to her. Her muscles tensed, bunched. Back legs threw her into the air, heading straight for Horror’s head. He lowed in surprised, unable to stop. She landed in front of him, instinct taking over. Her jaws opened and then snapped shut on his nose. Screaming, he snapped his head back, already feeling the sharp stings as the Jolteon’s teeth sank in. Both front legs flew up, claws digging into the cheeks to hold her steady. The back legs lashed out, trying to get a foothold in the thick mane. Larxene dragged her teeth across the sensitive flesh, ripping it open and letting it bleed. It dripped on the ground as he danced about, fighting to throw her off. Eyes shining, she sank her claws in deeper to get a better grip. The fear filled eyes as the Tauros faced off with his natural enemy was too tempting. Gouging the eyes out would be the ultimate joy. Bellowing, he reared up, falling backwards. Horror merely grunted as his back slammed into the floor but groaned as the canine’s fangs ripped open his muzzle. Larxene was flung off, her claws tearing open his face. He panted, rolling to get his feet underneath him before the Jolteon could recover. She yelped as her own back came in contact with the floor. Pain flared up from her shoulders before she forced it away. Flipping over, she stood up on her own paws, mouth splattered with blood and fangs dripping with it. Murder flashed in her eyes, hardening them. No one dared hurt her. “Horror, Rage!” Blood painted a portrait around him, sprinkling on the ground like a shower. Fury coursed through him like blood, fueling him, pumping him. His eyes widened, an insane gaze glazing over. He snarled, foam mixing with the blood as his breathing became erratic. Barking, the Savage Nymph’s hair stood on end, the electricity making it shiver and tremble. The blades formed, ready to be thrown at its next victim. The Tauros would pay for making her hurt. It would die. Tails whipping his sides, he ran at her, saliva flying from his open mouth. Blood dotted the ground in his rush. His legs strained, the whites of his eyes bloodshot. Anger was a drug, urging him on. Sparks flew from her coat, snaking to the ground and crawled along it. The water was a conductor, leading it into the Tauros’ path. It grabbed at his ankles, dragging at him as he roared. However, it proved no match for his power and he kept charging on. Larxene snarled viciously, the blood around her mouth shining in the strange light she created. The blades latched to the spines on her body, ready to be fired. Her eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at the charging, furious beast. It thundered to her, moving almost in slow motion. She lowered her body to the ground. The snarl on her face widened, her hair snapping forward to let the points aim at his bulk. A yell erupted from her throat, the blades shooting out from the spikes. Horror never changed direction. It was unknown on whether he saw the attack or if his rage had clouded his vision and thought, reducing him to an angry beast. The first few blades that pierced his skin seemed to snap him out of his anger. The volts coursed through him, muscles cramping in agony at the feeling. His back legs gave out, muscle spasms taking control of it. More blades slammed into his chest, impaling him and vanishing into his bulk. Horror screamed, an almost human noise as his chest crashed into the ground. Skin scraped off of his knees, leaving them bloody and bruised. Blood was splattered on his chest, seeping out through the mane. Her tune changed, the murder in her eyes vanishing as the Tauros lied on the ground. He was heaving as she had made sure to leave him alive. Sending the electricity through his stomach had caused a considerable amount of pain. And she loved the thought. Pain flooded his thoughts as he tried to regain his footing. None of his limbs seemed to want to work and, though they were numb, he could feel it all. Horror moaned, falling over onto his side. His neck was exposed, the vein barely visible. It pulsed erratically, trying to slow down and regain its usual speed. The Savage Nymph grinned, slowly moving forward. It was tempting her, enticing her forward. Just one swipe of her claws could sever it, spewing blood everywhere. She could watch the life drain from the eyes if she hit the right one. “Horror, return!” Larxene snarled, teeth bared as she turned to the human. She wasn’t done yet. The sparks crawled up her spikes, knives shaping out of them. Damn humans, damn them all. She felt the pull before she could release the knives to rip the human to shreds. Surprised, the Jolteon managed to turn to stare at the still standing human. Murder glazed over her eyes, a silent promise echoing in the arena. Axel’s words rang through her own head as June finally got the courage to recall the sadist. ‘She just doesn’t stop at knocking out the opponent.’ Shaking, she glanced down at the PokeBall, feeling the hatred taint it. The Savage Nymph had a taste for blood. And while Horror had become out of reach, June’s was still and would always be available for the taking. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 10 2006, 03:05 PM Post #5 |
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Wow, it actually did come out to 25 pages long. But it's done, I don't have to look at it anymore, and it can rot somewhere until the next competition. If anyone actually gets the chapter title references, I will reap praise and wonder upon them. La Vie Boheme Bloodstains were splashed on the arena like an abstract painting. There was an evil chill on the battlefield, like redcaps had suddenly appeared to laugh at the fallen. Rinoa was standing stiffly, the brave front she presented had faded. The Jolteon’s attempted assassination had frozen her. She knew she was only lucky to be standing there now because of the trainer’s quick, but delayed, thinking. A nerve, or several, wasn’t connected in that creature’s head, she was sure of it. Snapping back, Rinoa pulled out her last Pokemon, knowing that this last match would decide the winner. And she wanted it to be herself. “Go, Pink!” she called out, allowing the blob to come forth. She chirped happily, body rearranging as she slunk out to the middle. The simple face smiled out to the “audience” and one strange arm raised up to wave. She was adorable but so had been the Clefairy. No doubt the Ditto had been as well trained, especially to deal with normal Pokemon. Then again, Donald hadn’t raised normal Pokemon. June’s luck seemed to be looking up after the near death experience with Larxene. Dittos could copy Pokemon, down to even the types. Which meant that Xigbar could make his appearance. Her hand landed on the PokeBall with Roman numeral two embedded in it. Pulling it off, she glanced down at it. He was her last hope to win this battle. Breathing in, she opened it before she could change her mind. “Xigbar!” The red laser shot out, solidifying the creature before he went transparent. The gems sparkled mischievously, throwing light around carelessly. He gazed about, raising an arm to rub the back of his head. Yawning, he shrugged and then glanced behind him at the Ditto. Xigbar’s own alteration was evident as he turned. Where the right gem eye was supposed to be was an empty socket. It stared out at the battlefield blankly, a hole in the space. The eye patch that had used to cover the space had vanished somewhere in a chase. A jagged scar ran down his face from his only remaining eye, strange only because he was a ghost and such physical marks were rarely, if ever, found on one. He grinned, relaxed and focused on the blob. His senses picked up the unique trails of both Demyx and the sadist. A fight then. Yeah, he could go for one. Rolling his shoulders, Xigbar cracked his neck and stretched. “Pink, Transform!” Hey now, he wasn’t ready. Shaking himself off, he tilted his head as the pink blob chirped happily. Her body glowed brightly, cells arranging themselves. They hardened in place, DNA mixing and churning. Xigbar’s clone stood in front of him, mimicking even his own missing eye. Well, that sure was stupid of her. It had taken him months to get his act straight with one eye, several long, grueling months. He still had trouble with depth perception from time to time but he’d grown to counter that as well. Ah well, more advantage for him. “All right, Pink, use a Shadow Ball!” Pink hesitated, seeming to blink several times before cocking her new head. It was a little hard to see with just the one eye. Frowning, the Ditto chirped and leapt into the air, blue gem glowing. The black ball of crackling energy formed in the ghostly hands. She grinned, the sharp teeth peeking through the thin lips. Firing the Shadow Ball, her grin grew wider as the ghost stared at it. Xigbar just watched the clone with a bored look. The Shadow Ball exploded about three feet to the left of him. He raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin. That had been a little better than he had thought it would be. He had been expecting it to go over his head but eh, that was all right. All in all, it looked like the Ditto had no experience fighting handicapped. But Xigbar did. He smiled lazily, cracking his knuckles. Pink was surprised, frozen to the spot as she tried to figure out why she had missed him. With a wave, he vanished from sight. Squeaking in surprise, Pink flipped around, trying to find her opponent. The sudden blindness in her right eye wasn’t helping as she tried to focus with just her left. There was no way a Pokemon could live like this. Yawning, Xigbar walked out of the hole in the laws of physics he had just created. He glanced down at the arena below him. The little Sableye clone was freaking out. Chuckling softly, he shook his head and lifted his left arm, pointing it down or up, he really couldn’t tell, at the small Pokemon. Bracing it with his other hand, he lined up this shot with the still searching Pink. His own ball of black, dark energy swirled on top of his wrist. Pinching his tongue between his teeth, he waited until the creature calmed down enough to stop moving. Without a sound, the Shadow Ball launched from his wrist, traveling silently to the clone. He wasn’t called the Freeshooter for nothing. Smirking, he sat back as the ball smacked into Pink’s skull. Being trained as a sniper was quite a useful technique, he mused. He cocked his head as Pink glanced up at him, still trying to focus with one eye. Xigbar yawned again as the clone growled loudly, leaping into the air at him. With a sigh, he let gravity resume its intended purpose and fell out of the way of the attacking Sableye. While Pink flipped in the air to try and calculate his path, he blew her a raspberry and once again vanished into a rip in the physical world. Pink hung onto the dome’s plaster wall, claws digging in to keep her steady. There would be no way that the Sableye could sneak up on her like this. The one gem glanced about, glowing softly to try and find the missing Pokemon. The Freeshooter stepped out in the middle of the arena, strolling casually out. Scratching his face, he gazed up at the clinging clone. He hummed, wondering why she hadn’t moved from that spot. Pretty idiotic, considering he had a perfect shot right where he stood. With a growl, Pink flung herself from the wall, claws sharpening as she fell. He wouldn’t run now, she was sure of it. Sighing, Xigbar once again brought up his left arm, bracing it. Licking his lips, he took aim, lining up the falling Pokemon with his shot. Pink wasn’t making any move to get out of the way. Ah well, easier for him then. Darkness swirled around his arm, trembling as it fought his control. Pink was getting closer but she wasn’t close enough yet. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to move before he ended his perfect shot streak. That was one thing he still had from being uprooted so viciously and he wanted to keep it. His body jerked from the recoil as the darkness shot forward. Two bullets flew through the air towards her, leaving a fine, misty trail. Three more followed, these larger and more spread out just incase. It had taken years to perfect this attack to go along with his style. A good Shadow Strike was always his best weapon. Pink squeaked in surprise, trying to slide to a stop in mid-air. The strange powers of the Sableye were further brought to light as she managed to hang in the air. Her eye seemed to widen as the first bullets, moving much faster than they should’ve been, slammed into her gut. She felt her wind rush out of her before she managed to notice the larger, more compact missile shooting towards her. Oh crap. It was a brief moment where she had hoped she could vanish like her opponent through a hole in the universe. However, even as she tried, she realized that copying something’s form didn’t always grant her the training one went through to achieve the techniques. The Sableye had endured much to reach such a state with only one eye. Then reality hit again and she tried to dodge to the left before the attack hit her. Her depth perception was still off though as she actually went into the missile’s path. Screeching, she tried to dodge but found the attack was also closer than she thought. It slammed into her side, the darkness rising up as it impacted. It seemed to snarl before trying to smother the Sableye. Pink screamed, fighting off the dark energy as it engulfed her. It drew the warmth out of her, leaving her cold and shivering. Gasping and crying out, the Ditto’s hold on her illusion faded. With it, so did the blackness. Xigbar was leaning against nothing, watching mildly as the attack faded into nothing. He was sure some scientist somewhere was crying over the broken laws of the universe. That made him smile as he pushed off and stood back up, stretching his arms. The Ditto was nothing more than a blob again. And, unfortunately, that meant he’d have to get his own hands dirty if he wanted to actually finish this. Never again, he would promise himself each time, that he would ever have to resort to using his own hands for a fight. His claws sharpened to points, growing longer as he approached the shivering blob. She gazed up at him with a glazed look, eyes unfocused. He frowned before bringing down one clawed hand onto the ever-changing Pokemon. It squeaked softly in protest but then quieted down. Xigbar stepped back from the creature, claws shrinking back down to normal. Pink wasn’t moving but little breathing sounds came from the collapsed Ditto. Eh, close enough. Rolling his shoulders, he once again leaned against nothing as the Pokemon disappeared into the PokeBall, leaving him alone on the field. When he glanced over to the trainer, he saw that she made no move to pull out another PokeBall. Good, he was tired and wanted a catnap. June wasn’t making any move to return him though. Sighing, the Sableye strolled over to her, saluting the new trainer as best as he could while returning himself. He didn’t honestly know what was going on but eh, he’d find out later. Rinoa smiled, shaking her head. She approached the surprised trainer, wondering what hole she had crawled out of. An interesting fight, one her Pokemon were sure to not forget any time soon. She was sure that once she could actually participate in a battle, they would go more quickly. It wasn’t the Pokemon that were inexperienced; it was the trainer. “Congrats,” she stated as the woman stared at her. Fishing out the badge and the small device, Rinoa held them out. “You’ve defeated me and have earned the Normal Badge and Technical Machine number fifty. It will aid you in your quest, blah blah blah, whatever.” June took the offered items, barely breathing. She had won, she had won a battle. She felt lightheaded as Rinoa waved her off. Holding the badge and the strange machine close, she stared at them before looking up at the retreating Gym Leader. There was no way she had just won this. When the Gym was empty of everything except her, she then realized that she hadn’t won the match. The guys and the sadist had won it. She’d been nothing more than spectator. The truth hit hard. Closing her eyes, she pocketed the items and made her way out of the Gym, wondering just what exactly could be done about that. It was a winding trip back to the Pokemon Center. The sun had managed to fight and win its own battle with the clouds, now shining down on the town. The rain clouds had vanished from sight, the yellow creature gone along with them. She stared up into the sky, wondering how it could be so cheery as her mood dropped like a rock in the ocean. Something moved in the corner of her eye. She turned, making it look casual and instinctive. June caught the sight of two men standing with their backs to her. Her breathing had stopped short as she recognized them, now understanding what they were doing here. Stan was the taller of the two, she remembered, a master in weapons and observation. His friend, Larry or something, was small and easily blended in crowds with his smiling face. They had eaten lunch numerous times together when they were forced to do paperwork. Both were good-natured and friendly and had been as close to friends as one could ask for. But they weren’t here to chat. June continued to walk like nothing had happened. She knew they were following her, stalking her position like she had done to others in the past. It felt different being on the receiving end of it. Her heart was pounding as she did her best to look like she hadn’t seen them. She focused on them, their strides, and the way they moved as they slid past people. Stalling and leading them on a wild goose chase would only put herself in danger. She was sure they were armed; they walked and moved like they were. The slight restricted movement of their left side spoke for that. Controlling her breathing, she entered the Pokemon Center slowly, moving down the hallways to where her room was. Demyx would have to wait. She was sure he would understand. June let the door shut and locked it, taking in a shuddering breath. By the time the two had picked the lock and opened the door, guns drawn, she was missing. The window was wide open, the key to the room sitting on the bedside table. The room was empty, nothing left behind. Frowning, the two holstered their weapons again, shaking their heads. They had to call in and announced they had failed in capturing the rogue. He was waiting on the path out of Ayer, humming a small tune. The sun felt wonderful after the rains. He had never really liked the rain. It was too wet and dreary. Axel looked up as she came walking up. Cocking his head, she stared at her slightly new appearance. She could’ve done a better job at cutting her hair. It was uneven and a bit spiky. She paused, staring at the ground. Her hand was curled tightly around something that waved in the light breeze. The creature watched as she opened her hand, letting the strands of hair blow away in the wind. She stared sadly after it, never moving. Sighing, he strode up to her before tugging on her arm. June slowly looked up at him before nodding. He smiled softly before starting down the path towards the meadows with the woman in tow. La vie boheme. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 11 2006, 11:20 AM Post #6 |
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*raises a mug of rootbeer* To going against the grain, going insane, going mad. Viva la vie boheme. ^_~ Grade Critique: .....this was amazing. Absolutely amazing. Like...I don't know what else to say, other than I may make the next competition come that much sooner just so I can make you wright more and I can learn what the bloody hell is going on! *really wants to know what Axel is* Alakazam? That's my bet. But I digresss. *cough Kingdom Hearts 2 fan cough* Excuse me, had something in my throat. ^_~ Anyway, Overall Grade: A+++++ which equals an A lol As for your rewards, see the pm I'm about to send you... |
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| Deleted User | Mar 9 2007, 09:35 PM Post #7 |
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Another competition, another chance for torturing these poor lost people and Pokémon. This will take a bit of a darker swing, despite the song I've chosen for titles, and I hope I get Mia's personality as close as I possibly can. Flashbacks are in italics so hopefully this will go smoothly. I'm Leavin' Everything Behind Lights flashed through the dirty windows of the bus, illuminating the half full vehicle. Several were commuters, coming back after a long week’s work. Briefcases littered the seats as their owners slumped and slept. One was trying to hold a conversation on his cell phone as quietly as possible. A mother and her two kids were curled up in one row, her arms wrapped protectively around each of them. In the back, alone and passed out like the others, she was slouched over a worn bag. Both arms were wrapped around it, securing it to her. A bump jarred her, forcing tired eyes to blink open. She glanced out the window, stretching with a small sigh. The lights from the city didn’t excite her after being on the road for so long. Merely, it was a cover, a new town, a new face. A yawn escaped her even as the bus crawled along the roads. The creaking stop made her groan, even as the weary white-collared men and women stumbled off of the huge metal beast. She followed them, clinging to the bag as she blinked against the bright glare. Even at midnight, the city was hopping. Couples and groups of people prowled the streets, looking for excitement and entertainment. Teenagers, out way past curfew, dashed between buildings to escape the watchful eyes of the police. A reluctant smile crept across her face as she glanced at the huge buildings surrounding her. He had promised it would be near the bus stop so it should be here. Rubbing her eyes, she stumbled across the street to the hotel. Several hours on a bed would do the body good. A quick glance told her a Pokémon Center was out of the question so Demyx was going to have to tough it out. Great. The poor sap that had the graveyard shift hours had to be new at his job. His head was resting on his arm, eyes closed and soft snores rumbling from him. He started, a huge crease mark engraved on his cheek, as she walked up, blinking blearily at her. “I have a room reserved,” she stated. “Oh,” he mumbled, before waking up. His eyes brightened a bit as he let out a huge yawn. “Name?” She wrinkled her nose, wondering if he had brushed his teeth today. “June,” she began and then paused, rubbing her eyes. What was her last name again? “Carson.” He hummed as he worked, eyes focused on the computer screen and fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Without a glance back, he nodded and handed her a small envelope. “There’s an extra key card in there if you need it. Just dial room service if you need anything.” “Yeah, thanks.” Several minutes later, she was dumping her bag on the lone bed in the room. Her shoes found themselves snuggled underneath the soft and much welcomed bed as she just sat on it. Sleeping outside was awful. There were bugs and strange noises and eyes staring at you. Here, in the wonderful city, the whirring and hum of lights, the sounds of cars screeching, sirens wailing. It was a lullaby in itself. Despite his backstabbing and the small ball of hate she had for him in her belly, Axel could pull through. The room was clean but plain and the hotel was hidden well. If anyone wanted to find her, they would have a hard time. He probably would’ve been waiting here as well if work hadn’t called him off. Even though that organization had tried to silence her, he put a show on for them, dancing from the truth and putting on an unknowing façade. As an afterthought, she released the catch on Demyx’s PokeBall. Red ice took the shape of the sprawled out dancer. He groaned as the red bled away to blue, one eye opening painfully. It had trouble focusing on the woman as she hovered over him. Two faces kept blurring in his vision and her skin usually wasn’t a lime green. One hand reached out to gently stroke back the spiky crests on his head. He relaxed at the touch, ignoring the sharp bolt of pain from his cut on his head. “Just lie still. I’ll get some ice from the machine down the hall for your head,” she whispered. He nodded, despite the pain that shot up through his neck. Demyx just watched her go, a smile trying to work its way onto his beak. She could be so cute when she was worried. June was only gone for three minutes. By the time she returned, he was unconscious, limbs thrown every which way on the bed. She sighed, rolling her eyes at the sight. Creative rearranging would have to be done to get at least a spot to sleep on the bed and any of the covers. She might as well get to work. Away from the comforts of a bed, he staggered and clung to the filthy wall. Claws raked down it, digging in to hold himself up. The other paw pressed a drenched cloth to his chest, holding back the pain. The blood. Swallowing hard, he pushed off of the wall, biting his lip at the wave of nausea. He’d already been ill once in the alley and he was not going to again. Blearily, he glanced up at the skyline. It had to be well after midnight, judging by the brightness of the sky. This city never slept; merely it rested with its eyes open at night. He was close to the place though, a hideout he had found when he accompanied Donald here a few times. June should be there and the two of them could bicker a while before he slunk back out. He coughed, horrid pain spreading from his chest. His vision blackened for several long moments, terrifying him. He had never been this injured before, at least, not that he could remember. When the grime and graffiti cover wall came into view again, he found himself on his knees, almost doubled over. The sworn oath he muttered before he pushed himself to his feet wasn’t uttered in human tongue. Head swimming, the creature forced himself to keep moving to the hideout. As soon as he stepped into the room, he could sleep for as long as he wanted. And that was enough to spur him on. It was such a nice dream, the first she had had for a long while. Cheerful colors blurred together as she forgot it but the elated feeling it left never faded. Something before this mess, she thought as she settled to enjoy it. A time before she had ever considered joining them. When the door to the hotel room opened, June blinked and rolled to see who it was. Instinct had her reaching for the handgun, closing her fingers over it. Demyx’s snoring made it hard to hear but she could pick out the heavy breathing of him. He wasn’t worth her concern. Untroubled, she set the weapon back down and curled up to find that wonderful dream again. A crash echoed in the room. June bolted up in bed, gun in hand. The Melodious Nocturne was still out of it, never budging even as the place went death quiet. Her heart was racing, pounding in her ears. Readying herself, she slipped out of the bed, heading towards the door. “Axel?” When she didn’t receive an answer, her mind went into overdrive. Swallowing, she eased around the wall, sweeping the narrow hall to the door. The door to the bathroom was shut but light bled out from underneath it. Slowing her breathing down, she reached out to open the door. Her hand drew back at the harsh cough but she steeled herself and reached out again. The fear of being attacked was the least of her worries. She froze, just staring at the pile on the ground. The metallic scent of blood stung her nose, making her take a step back. Something hit the ground next to her as her body refused to move. A red stain was spreading out from under his body, dyeing his fur. The strained cry had her moving. “Axel!” June hit the tiles next to him, grabbing a shoulder. It took more strength than she would’ve liked to roll him over but she was panicking. She drew back, staring at the horrid gash smiling at her in his chest. Blood seeped out, staining the coarse fur to a nasty brown. The soaked cloth that had been pressed to it lay on the ground, a deep, violent red. “No, no,” she mumbled, searching for something to press against the hideous grin. A towel became the unlucky victim as she snatched it, hands shaking as she laid it across his chest. “Axel? Axel, don’t you die, don’t you die,” she breathed out, eyes focused on his face. His eyes fluttered open, staring up at the ceiling. He looked sick, pale, if one could tell the difference in his fur. A low moan rumbled in his chest, making him flinch. It hurt so bad and the sudden pressure on his chest was hurting. The blackness at the edges of his vision cleared slightly as he stared at the hovering face. It hurt to breathe, it hurt too damn much. “Axel?” she whispered, reaching one hand out to tap his cheek. He focused on it, feeling his eyes roll in their sockets. He was going to be sick again if this kept up. Concentrating, he just breathed in and out, in and out. In and out. The smell of his own blood was sickening though and much too strong. His eyes crossed then shut against the humming, bright lights that sounded way too loud. Groaning, he felt his stomach flip and knew he was losing that battle. Sluggishly, he rolled onto his side, already feeling his throat burning. He lost it, hot agony destroying his throat. His arms shook as he stared blankly at the tainted tiles. With a groan, Axel’s limbs gave out from under him, sending him down like a fallen tree. Before his mind blanked, he felt a surprisingly tender touch caress his brow. “You’ll be all right” was all he heard as his eyes rolled back into his head. Warmth surrounded the small store, turning the air humid. The door opened, letting in the young women. Black hair was tied back in a high ponytail, a drastic change from the regular style. She glanced around the store, trying to appear interested in the items offered for sale. As she picked up a strangely beautifully designed knife, the clicking of heels echoed. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, sending chills down her back. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet to freezing. It stopped right behind her but she resisted the urge to turn around. “Ms. Baker.” She stilled, blinking owlishly at the knife. A tremble went through her at the casual sound of the voice. Turning, she came face to face with the owner of the store, an incredibly lovely woman. Right now, said woman was leaning against a shelf, one hip cocked out. Despite the cold terror that was making a line of sweat run down her back, she smiled at the store owner. “Excuse me?” A smile graced the woman’s face as she tilted her head. “Now, now, June – may I call you that?- we’re responsible adults, we can stop this charade.” She examined her nails as she spoke, turning the icy gaze to her. “June Baker, age twenty-six, five foot and four inches, a hundred a twenty pounds, born October thirtieth, residing at High Towers Apartment 6B in Goldenrod City. Your parents are Kyle and Laura Baker and currently reside at 658 Lightwood Loop in Olivine City. You accepted a job with Global Protection as an Observer and Information Gatherer. Unfortunately, you cannot take pain and, as a result, are ordered self-termination upon capture.” The woman ran a finger across the top of the shelf, smirking at the way her opponent’s color had paled. She rested her elbows on the stand, a smile spreading. “Your ex-partner, Sarah Fairfield Williams, ditched GP to become a family girl. Despite you saying you have no idea where she is, you keep constant contact with her. Your new partner, Donald Jennings, has nine Pokémon to date with four more on the way. Right now, you are alone on a mission and staying in Room 15 at the Tipsy Tauros.” Interlacing her fingers, she let that information sink in before she waved carelessly. “Correct me at anytime if I’m wrong, June. But I don’t think I am.” “How do you-” “Know?” the woman finished, standing back up. Her hands clasped behind her back as she stood up and began to circle the terrified agent. “June, June, June. Your silly organization knows that I am the leader of the Black Rose. They just want information about me in particular: the strange and mysterious Mia Jovovich. Just how much do you know, June?” Mia paused, leaning over June’s shoulder. “How much have they told you?” She shook now, finding it hard to breathe. It was freezing despite the sun shining full on her, only adding to her discomfort. Fear raced through her as her heart skipped beats. She felt weak, exhausted. The clicking returned as Mia paced around her, leaning against the shelf again. “Not enough it seems. A shame really. You’re much too young to go stumbling about blindly where you could end up hurt.” A quick flicker sparkled in the cold eyes before it vanished. “But, you are just a foot soldier in the scheme of things, just doing your job. I respect that. Despite your organization’s flaws, you stick to it. “I wonder, what would happen if you were captured? Would they come looking for you? Or would they shrug and send someone just as new, just as fresh? Do you think they’d risk exposure for one little ant like yourself? “How much is your life worth, June?” Mia asked, the amusement rich in her voice. The glimmer came back, stronger than ever now. “Or your parents’ lives?” June took a step back, staring at the woman. She had to be crazy. There was no way they’d just leave her here without telling her parents something. She couldn’t disappear off of the face of the earth. No one could make another do that. She wasn’t too sure about that now though. Rumors of Mia’s methods and viciousness had spread quickly, especially in headquarters. “You-” “Don’t know what I’m talking about?” she finished, leaning back comfortably. “Of course I don’t. I’m just a simple store owner.” With a nonchalant wave, the woman turned on her heel, striding back to the counter. She rested upon the stool with the grace of a dancer and smiled once more at the poor woman. “Being such, I cannot have you under my thumb, squeezing useless information out of your screaming mouth as I have some of my finest torturers play with you. I wouldn’t be able to destroy your body to the point where even DNA testing won’t identify you. Then, I just couldn’t send what’s left of you back to your precious organization in a little box, complete with a warning.” With a sigh, Mia turned to look up at a random clock upon the wall. June’s eyes glanced up at it, watching the ticking hands. “But that would be completely hypothetical. Strangely enough, it could happen within twenty-four hours of you leaving this store and not packing up and getting off of this island.” She smiled, ice frosting its warm purpose. June stood rooted to the spot, trying to learn to breathe again. Cold was spreading down her body, freezing her insides. The knife was still clutched in her hand, her knuckles white as her fingers tightened on it. “Twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes, June. Time’s a wasting.” That got her moving. She scrambled, dropping the knife. It clattered to the ground, sounding suspiciously like the woman’s heels. In ten seconds flat, the woman was out of the door and running down the street. “Keep your eyes open, June. I have contacts everywhere,” Mia warned one final time before slipping into the back room once again. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 10 2007, 05:10 PM Post #8 |
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Hm...what should I do with little Axel? Ah well, enjoy! There's not Much That I Need It was like being on a cloud. He was floating, drifting along an unknown track. Colors and hues swirled, soothing the lost occupant. Water flowed around him and, for some reason, it didn’t hurt. It flowed through his fingers, kept him afloat on the strange ocean. Gentle, quiet waves rocked him, easing his troubled mind. A song played softly. The words were inaudible, a murmur in his ears. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the peace. Awful pain stunned him. A silent moan escaped him, one arm trying to lift to clutch at the wound. He couldn’t quite manage it. His fingers twitched, claws scratching at the sheets under him. Confusion speared through his head at the feel of the covers. When had he crawled into bed? The lullaby he had been listening to while drifting was louder now and incredibly familiar. Demyx. The Golduck was snoring again and near him by the sound of it. He could move his head with little problem but his eyes weren’t opening. Sighing, he lied back, concentrating on just listening. The almost silent breathing down near his feet had to belong to Xigbar. He could sleep like a stone and act like one as well. Another set of breathing, heavier, like it was awake. His nose picked up on the scent: female, with a slight metallic tang. June. She got up from wherever she had been; walking around the place they were in. Where was it? His head hurt, aching and throbbing. The fire in his chest had cooled down to a tolerable level but he wasn’t too sure if that was because of some wonderful drug. Gritting his teeth, he forced his eyelids to lift, blinking slowly. He focused on a crack in the ceiling until his head stopped reeling and his vision sharpened. Then she was leaning over him, worry and fear in her eyes. June brushed a hand over his cheek, avoiding the gauze taped to the side of his head. She turned away, trying to control herself. Biting her lip, she tried a smile but couldn’t get it to form. He had scared her although she would never admit. “You moron,” she tried to say evenly and winced when her voice wavered. “I could’ve shot you.” Axel’s eyes looked too distant, too glazed. She settled on the edge of the bed, knowing that Xigbar was listening. The stained gauze was peeking out from under the sheets and she adjusted them, covering up the wound. He blinked, eyes rolling as he tried to focus. It was bad, much worse than she knew how to handle. “You need to go to Pokémon Center,” she whispered. “I…I can’t help you. It’s not going to heal right.” When he didn’t answer, she followed his gaze up to the ceiling. Xigbar was hanging out upside down above them, his only eye staring down at the creature. He looked grim enough and the goofy look he usually wore on his face was gone. “No.” June turned her attention back to him, staring at his pale face. “Axel, you need stitches. I can’t do that.” “No,” he croaked, voice hardly above a whisper. His face twisted in pain, arm inching to rub at his chest. Her hand circled his wrist, held him down much too easily. It shouldn’t be like this. “Why not?” He stared blearily at the Sableye, trying to understand the words running through his ears. “She’ll be there, waiting for me.” “Who?” June asked, glancing around the room now. “Who, Axel?” They were losing him to the ocean again. His eyes closed, body going lax. Tranquility eased his mind, cooled the fires in his chest. “She knows,” he uttered finally. “Axel? Axel?” she asked, panic creeping into her voice. Xigbar stepped out of his small rip in the laws of physics, standing over the unconscious Pokémon. A small sigh left the small Ghost-type before he plopped down on Demyx’s chest. The Golduck sputtered, surfacing with limbs flailing. He sat up quickly, only to clutch at his head and fall back down. Rubbing her face, June stood back up and tried to control the trembling racing through her. She settled on staring out of the window and into the early morning sky. Or, what she could see through all of the buildings. The city would wake up and people would be swallowed up in the crowds. Already, people were walking about, browsing and disappearing into small cafes. It was only for a second but, when she glanced down at the people, she saw something familiar. Unexplainable fear shot through her like a bullet as she stared at the face. She knew it and that was enough. Then it vanished in a storm of people. She wouldn’t find it again. The only reason she had spotted her was because she had wanted to be spotted. “We’re in trouble, aren’t we, Xigbar?” Swallowing, she looked back at him. Demyx was glancing between the two in confusion, trying to understand what was going on. The small Pokémon sighed and nodded, scratching at the scars marring his face. She swore and hung her head, trying to think of a way out of this mess. It had taken them weeks to prepare, weeks to fine tune everything. Nothing had been forgotten, no order had gone undone. Every situation had been planned for. And yet, everything was heading straight to hell before his eyes. Bullets rained down from above them in the rafters. He could hear shouts and screams as people fell around him, blood spraying up from the dead and living. It was all over him but none of it was his. His own gun was out of ammunition and had been thrown away and lost somewhere. Back pressed against a box, he tried to control his breathing as the shots erupted in the air, creating a requiem for the fallen. When it died down, his gut told him what he didn’t want to know. He was the last thing living from his squad. Bracing himself, he let fire surround his knuckles and spread out to form round weapons of flame. He glanced around, panting, and tried to find the snipers. The clicking froze his gut. “Well, well, we meet again, Axel,” she said, the smile pleasant enough. A small gun twirled around her finger, the smell of gunpowder burning his nose. He snarled, teeth bared. No one was firing on him though and, now that thought about it, he hadn’t been targeted at all. “What? You slaughter my men like animals just to speak to me?” She pouted a little, the emotion not making it to her eyes. “Axel, if I asked you to meet me alone somewhere, would you come?” The woman had him there. Growling, he let the flames wither away, leaving the two of them in darkness. She smiled now though it was a charade. He knew her, not as well as he would’ve liked but he did know her enough. “You couldn’t just call?” he growled, wishing he had another weapon on him. No answer followed his question as she walked up, hips swinging a little too much for comfort. He ignored it, keeping his eyes trained on her gun and her face. “How is June these days?” That threw him off guard. He blinked, mouth opening a little to answer. Swearing softly, he closed it, trying to regain what little control he had over this situation again. “What?” “You know, she did the exact same thing to me when she came to observe me for her mission. Naturally, I knew all about her before she even showed up.” The woman began to pace now, walking around the tense Pokémon. “You though, I never expected it.” “That’s really fascinating, Mia, but-” “You’re a conundrum in itself, Axel,” she interrupted. “It took me years to find out all I know about you and Donald and that wasn’t easy. Donald trained you well but you leave little electronic fingerprints everywhere. Imagine my surprise when I found out that Donald was not only an agent for GP but for Team Rocket as well! Well done, Axel.” Mia took a glance at her nails, sighing as though sadness rolled over her. “Then he just went and died. I was going to take care of him myself for sending you to stand in my way that time. But, I could just ransack that little house he had in the forest outside of Goldenrod and take what I needed as payment for all of the money I lost. “But that’s not what happened.” Amusement colored her voice as she strode up to him. The whites of his eyes were getting larger and fear was oozing out of him like pheromones. “Strangely enough, both Team Rocket and GP swarmed on that house the exact date you returned back to recover any information their little double-agent might have had. And, strangely enough, it was also the exact date that both organizations found out about it.” She paused now, letting that sink in. “Unfortunately, someone else was inside the house on that day and was caught up in all of that confusion. Little Donald’s partner, June Baker. I heard she put up quite a fight for GP but it wasn’t enough. Tortured for information and then put to death. Of course, they couldn’t tell her parents that. She died in a brutal car accident and those two poor people received her death certificate. The investigation on her was closed.” Axel swallowed loudly as Mia’s eyes lit up. There was no way she could know all of this. Those records on the computer were sealed tight, dammit. He had done them himself. “But, there’s an ongoing investigation on her in Tohea. Funny, isn’t it, how you’re here and they’re looking for June here, too? I was about to wave that away and just deal with you when one of my own agents brought me a picture of you. And her. Together in Ayer. I didn’t believe it at first but I went through the records in Ayer and found your little fingerprint on a PokeDex and in that system.” Her hand dug into a pocket and pulled out the small photo. He could see it clearly in the dark, could see the two of them standing outside of the Ayer Gym. Rain was pouring around them; both of their faces clear as day. “I wonder what would happen if this ended up in GP’s hands anonymously?” she mused, examining the picture like an art critic. He knew what would happen. They would hunt the two of them down like dogs and destroy them both without a glance back. Or worse, they would slaughter June and send him through “reprogramming.” He was an incredibly valuable asset to Global Protection after all. He would regret his actions when he could think properly. Axel charged her, leaping for the picture. Mia stepped back, surprise flickering over her face briefly. He had her if that had anything to say about his attack. Claws closed around the photo even as the gun she had been holding clattered to the ground. Victory echoed in his head as he stretched to make sure he had the picture. He didn’t see the flash of metal. Agony erupted in his chest. A scream tore loose from his throat as he fell back, staggering as blood dripped down his stomach. His paw pulled away covered with blood. Gasping, he looked up at the woman, staring now at the red liquid glinting off of the knife in her hand as the lights flickered on. His knees buckled, sending him to the ground as Mia swaggered up to him. “You’re so predictable, Axel,” she taunted, holding the picture out of his reach. An icy smile graced her lips as she pocketed the small item and patted it. “Give my best to June, if you don’t bleed to death here. I’ll be seeing her shortly in fact. If you don’t make it, I’ll tell her all about your fall.” She blew him a kiss, laughing joyfully at his groan. They were cramped up in the room, all five of them. June was stretched out as best as she could on a chair, flipping idly through a guide titled Sights of Kadaraa. Xigbar, bored to death, had turned the TV on to some action movie and, when he was tired of that, had challenged Luxord to a game of poker. He wasn’t winning though and the Ghost-type was extremely glad they weren’t playing for money. Damn Persian. Demyx was attempting to sit up, swaying as he tried to focus on the movie. Axel was still out of it, sleeping like the dead. It unnerved her that he was so silent and, every now and then, she would make sure his chest was rising and falling with his breathing. She was having trouble concentrating on the small book and was about to put it down. Maybe she could best the gambling cat that had just killed Xigbar’s two pair with a full house. It shouldn’t have caught her eye as the small block of text was plain and unattractive. But the word ‘gym’ leapt off of the page and she had to turn to look at it. A quick scan of the article had her eyes lighting up. Caution was thrown to the wind as she sat up straighter, looking over the rules. She had no idea what a double battle was but she could guess and just go with the flow. As she glanced up, he moaned, eyes squeezing shut in pain. Xigbar and Luxord paused in their game, looking up at the bed. June stared at the Pokémon, slowly getting to her feet as he coughed. His eyelids fluttered, finally opening. Glazed eyes stared blankly around the room in confusion. “Axel?” she called out, keeping her voice quiet. His head turned, eyes rolling as he tried to get them to focus. When they cleared finally, the pupils were way too big. He seemed to smile, a goofy one that made him look ill. “June, how ya been?” he mumbled, his voice slurring. He didn’t seem right. She pushed the blankets off of him, wincing at the bloody bandages covering his chest. Fumbling, she grabbed his arm, placing her thumb over where his pulse beat. It was erratic, pumping rapidly. He was acting much too calm for that kind of wound without any kind of painkiller. The eyes were wrong and, as she peeled off some of the bandage, she now knew what she was up against. “Axel, you’ve been poisoned,” she whispered. But he was already slipping back under, the smile still on his face. “Mia always knows what she’s doing,” he mumbled with a laugh. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!” she hissed out, staring at the creature. He wouldn’t let her take him to a Pokémon Center and, even if she would, she hadn’t found his PokeBall anywhere. She sure as hell wasn’t dragging him to one either. They had had enough problems getting him onto the bed last night. Xigbar and Luxord abandoned their game and looked up at the human. She turned, paced the room before leaning on the windowsill and staring out into the city again. Eyes closed, she tried to think, tried to make sense of anything going on. She saw the woman, sleek and lovely, laughing at her. Eyes snapping open, she stared down at the crowds mingling below, catching sight of the retreating figure. It turned, looked up right at the window. A seductive smile played across the painted lips as it waved, beckoning her to the streets. Mind racing, she tried to imagine something as the figure disappeared into the crowd again. Mia knew they were here, even knew the hotel room they were in. And it seemed that she wanted to deal, possibly for Axel’s life. June turned around, leaning against the glass. Xigbar and Luxord watched her hopefully. Despite his backstabbing, Axel was still a teammate and one who knew much more about the human world than they did. She gazed at the two of them, thinking. Mia was smart but she couldn’t possibly know about these two or their uniqueness. Her training had her thinking, designing a plan. “We have to surprise Mia,” she reasoned. “That’s the only way we’re going to get anything done.” Luxord raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. The slight beard he seemed to have only made him look a little more sophisticated and more dangerous. A smile crossed his features, tail twitching with excitement. Xigbar smiled toothily, his one eye sparkling like a gem. “She wants to deal, we’ll play her game. But we don’t have to tell her we’re going to cheat.” June ran a hand through her choppy hair, nodding as the idea formed and took shape. “I need you guys to trust me on this. We’re going to play hard and fast. Think you can handle it?” The two Pokémon only grinned, nodding as she smiled. “Good, let’s get going.” |
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| Deleted User | Mar 11 2007, 06:59 PM Post #9 |
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This one took a while to tie in with the others. Not really my favorite either...ah well. 'Cause if I Ain't got Nothin' Frosty temperatures still plagued the city. Snow was heaped in piles near the edges of the buildings, providing a clear walkway on the sidewalks. Patches of ice were still a hazard and people were ending up in the hospital or the morgue because of it. June had no intention of going to either of those two fine establishments today or anytime in the future. She fingered the handgun in her coat pocket, hoping she wouldn’t need it. That would only succeed in getting herself arrested. Unlike the other time she had gone face to face with Mia, she wasn’t wearing any kind of armor or protection. She just had to hope that Mia wouldn’t shoot her dead on the streets. Training had her noticing the two men coming up on either side of her. Both looked at ease in city and the two blended in much better than some at Global Protection did. She didn’t glance back at them but kept her gaze leveled on the woman leaning against a lamppost in front of her. Ears straining, she could hear the trolley creaking down the street towards them. It was going to have to be done quickly and smoothly. Luxord took his cue then, slinking out of the alley. Tail held high, he swaggered up to Mia, purring like a motor. If he could distract her for just a moment, it would put this into action. His head butted against her calf, brushing his sides against her. But she wasn’t taking the bait and kept her eyes on June. The trolley had stopped a few blocks back, letting passengers off and allowing more to climb on. Annoyed at being ignored, the Persian sank his teeth into Mia’s ankle. She yelped, kicking out at the cat. He, playing the innocent alley cat, arched his back and hissed loudly, yowling in fury. Swiping out, the Persian dodged another swift kick but held his ground. June hit the ground, managing to catch the men’s knees as they tried to rush to help their leader. She winced at the pull in her shoulders but did bask in the satisfaction of catching them off guard. The two men, startled, fell over like fools, cracking their heads against the sidewalk. The trolley was rolling up behind them. Mia turned back to June and they locked gazes for a split moment. June smirked, ignoring the small arm slipping out of a hole in the universe. The dark hand snatched the vial hanging on the woman’s belt along with what appeared to be a PokeBall before it vanished again. Even as the furious woman stepped forward, June moved to the edge of the sidewalk, stepping over the dazed men. She reached an arm out, grabbing a hold of the trolley car’s railing in the back. A quick turn of the wrist and a small push from the legs and she was perched on the railing. The trolley passed the Black Rose’s leader quickly, Luxord slipping between her legs and leaping onto the car as well. As the trolley turned the corner, she was able to catch the anger twisting the lovely woman’s features. Dropping this charade, Mia turned on her heel, smirking. The two men had climbed back to their feet. Life went on around them. No one had stopped to see if the two men were all right after that nasty spill. She sent them off with a wave, turning back around and heading off to her waiting car. Slipping in, she leaned back against the seat, smiling now. “Silly June. No one bests me.” “I assume everything went according to plan then, ma’am?” the driver asked, eyes downcast. “Oh yes, exactly as it was planned,” Mia replied, crossing her legs. “I want an eye kept on them. We won’t move in yet. But, we can see just how fast June can move with GP breathing down her neck.” She removed the photo from her pocket, holding it up to examine it again. “Shall we stop by the post office to mail it then?” he asked, pulling smoothly away from the curb. Her lips thinned as she considered it. What would be more amusing? Watching them flee from Kadaraa or letting them stew? “No,” she finally said. “We’ll see if GP catches on first.” Smiling, she sat back to enjoy the ride back to her base. June had proven herself worthy of a position in the Black Rose without even knowing it. Mumbles from the TV were the only sound in the room. A cartoon was playing, starring what looked like a Meowth and a Rattata. Demyx was staring at in fascination, his vision starting to clear and return to normal. He still couldn’t walk right yet but they were going to work on that soon. Luxord was killing the two of them in blackjack. The cards had to be rigged. It was the only thing June could think of as she lost another hand. Xigbar was slouching now, looking like he was going murder the cocky Persian. She glanced back at the bed, watching the creature’s chest rise. His condition hadn’t changed at all, even with the supposed antidote. Despite the nagging in the back of her mind, she had trusted that Mia would play fair with this. The woman wanted Axel for her own team and he being dead didn’t help her at all. Glancing at her cards, June knew she had the Persian now. Two Jacks winked cheerfully up at her as she smiled and laid the cards on the table. A small glow illuminated Luxord’s cards as he flipped his over as well. Twenty-one. Her mouth hung open in surprise before she closed it and glared at him. The cat smirked, grooming behind his ears as Xigbar threw his own cards down in frustration. “You’re cheating somehow,” June mumbled, frowning. Thirty games of blackjack and she had only won one. They had played poker several times before but she hadn’t won any of those games. Even when she had a wonderful hand, he would fold too quickly, as though he knew her cards. “He always cheats.” Seven eyes turned to face the supposedly sleeping Pokémon. His eyes were open, clearer than they had been for the last several hours. Axel sighed softly, lying back against the bed. “Is that so?” June asked, voice cracking. The smile that appeared on his face relaxed her. “Well, maybe you could get off of your lazy and show us how he does that then.”Groaning a bit, he tried to roll onto his side and found out his body still wasn’t cooperating. He settled for just staring up at the ceiling, breathing in slowly and deeply to ease the agony in his chest. “You want some aspirin or anything?” she asked, not really knowing what all to do with him. The huge wound in his chest had looked a little better but she wasn’t too sure about that either. She had few medical skills if any at all. He blinked wearily and closed his eyes again. “Nah, I’ll be fine.” Her mouth opened to say something but he was already slipping off again. June sighed and set her cards down, rubbing her eyes. At least he was feeling a little better. Still, if he wouldn’t let her take him anywhere, it was going to take forever for that injury to heal, if it ever did. She glanced back at the small guide book, remembering the miniscule article in it. There was a gym here and Axel had told her to throw off their trail. The room was also making her a little stir-crazy as well. Checking the bedside clock, she found she had some time before nightfall. If she got back in time, she could probably take Xigbar and Luxord out for a bit for real this time. Xigbar and Luxord could fight but, as she glanced back at the two disabled Pokémon crashed on the bed, she didn’t think leaving them alone here would be smart. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t leave her with any real Pokémon to fight with. Except Larxene. She gulped as she absently played the eighteen in her hand. Larxene wanted her blood and her head on a platter. June thought back, trying to remember anything that would help her. Larxene did like Axel but she didn’t trust the insane Jolteon with the amount of blood the creature had on him. As she lost another round of blackjack, it hit her. She knew exactly how to do this now. Stretching, she stood up and handed her cards over. “I’m going out for a bit, guys. Don’t let those two leave the room.” The two Pokémon looked at her, Luxord reading her bluff as easily as a book. Whether he cared or not he did not say, merely shrugging and smirking at the Sableye. Demyx was too in tune with the cartoon to notice, cheering on the Rattata. June stepped outside, her bag over her shoulders. A light snow had started to fall around the city, sending several hundred of its inhabitants back indoors. Breathing in the chilly air, she sighed and glanced around. Slipping into the nearby alley, she pulled out two PokeBalls and hoped this would work. Larxene emerged first, spiky fur tufted. The black eyes narrowed immediately, teeth baring in a twisted grin. Her nostrils flared open, legs tensing to pounce upon the human and rip her to shreds. Marluxia suddenly appeared next to her. The Jolteon blinked in surprise, forgetting temporarily about her bloodlust. He shook his head, turning a level gaze to the human before him. She growled at the woman only to be shushed by the larger Pokémon. A small smile graced the Grass-type’s face, antennas focused on her. “Marluxia, Larxene,” she greeted; trying to sound friendly and not piss-her-pants scared. “I have a proposition for you.” The yellow canine snarled but silenced at the Meganium’s stare. No matter how much she wanted to claw out the human’s eyes, she would never disobey the Graceful Assassin. He waved a bit with an extended vine, allowing her to continue. “We’re going to have to work together if we want to get anywhere. The two of you are a good team, fast, strong, and smart.” Flatter them; keep talking like they’re in command. June turned to Marluxia, knowing he was the leader of this sect of the Organization. “You want to overthrow Xemnas. He isn’t going to go down easily. You need to get stronger. I can enter you into battles, let you out to train. He doesn’t care for me so he’ll stay in a PokeBall and get fat. You keep training, he’ll be no match for you.” She had pleased him, she was sure of it. His mind was working around this. He might not be the real Marluxia but he had the same desires and dreams. “Larxene, you want to tear anything that moves to shreds. Follow me and I can have you out ripping anything you want to. I’m about to head to a battle now where the two of you can tear a couple of opponents apart. Fresh meat for you to enjoy. Anyone who wants to take your crazy on can and will, I’ll make sure of it.”The gears in her head were moving too. Bloodlust flashed in her eyes, a feral smile on her muzzle. “All you guys have to do is not attack me and try to get along with the others. You follow me, you’ll have Vexen in your control, Lexaeus, Zexion. I have Demyx, Luxord, and Xigbar now. That’s eight out of thirteen, more than half of the Organization. We plan it out, we’ll overthrow it easily.” Marluxia glanced at the Jolteon, murmuring softly to her. The sadist growled but June could see the glimmer in her eyes. Fighting was her passion and causing pain was her lover. The Meganium shook his head a little and June felt her heart drop. That wasn’t good. Had she put it on too fast? But he turned to her again, a smiling. A vine extended from somewhere under the ring of petals around his neck. She blinked at it for a moment before letting it wrap around her knuckles. It was extremely gentle for such a big creature. She shook the vine, sealing her fate with theirs. Larxene just nodded, claws scratching the cement beneath her. She was edgy, ready to go and fight. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. “This is a gym?” she asked, staring up at the strangely designed building. It reminded her of the gym in Ayer with the dome and all. The lightning rods were a strange touch but the book had said it was an Electric themed one. Larxene was tense, muscles twitching in anticipation. She rightfully didn’t care what the place looked like, she just wanted to get in there and rip something up. The spikes on her back stood straight up, stiff and sharp. Marluxia merely shrugged a massive shoulder before striding to the doors with amazing grace. June followed after him with the canine at her heels. Snow blew around them, a storm on its way. They would have to hurry if they were going to head back to the hotel in one piece. The two of them pushed the doors open, letting the Jolteon slide in. June walked ahead of them, glancing nervously around the place. It was dark, shadows flickering and waving from the light coming in through the windows. The Savage Nymph growled softly, glancing anxiously from side to side. “Hello?” Lights flared on, humming loudly in the quiet. The field was laid out before them, an incredibly odd looking place for Electric-types. Well, that was what June assumed as she was no expert. Rocks littered the ground, some large enough to hide even Marluxia’s bulk. A small pond was rippling in the middle of the arena, looking incredibly out of place. Unlike Rinoa’s gym, this one had the trainer box above the sloping walls. The color scheme nearly blinded her but only seemed to excite Larxene even more. Great. “We’re here for a battle,” she called out, hoping the leader would take up the challenge. She heard the doors creak open across the field, blinking against the brightening lights Squinting, June blinked in surprise at the woman emerging from the shadows opposite of them. She had to do a double take, just to reassure herself that she wasn’t looking at a perfect copy of the human Larxene. The Jolteon even looked a bit surprised and that wasn’t easy. It cooled off quickly enough though as she growled, spines sticking out. In her own trainer box, the woman paused, staring coldly at the trespassers. Arms crossing across her chest, she glanced at the two Pokémon, mouth thinning. “I am Sorsha Medevil, leader of the Kadaraa Gym. You wish for a battle?” At the trainer’s nod, she continued. “It will be a double battle. The first to knock out the opponent’s Pokémon will be declared the winner.” She paused, plucking two PokeBalls from what appeared to be a shelf next to her in the box. “Plus, Minus!” Blue and red emerged onto the field, paws clasping. Looking like a deformed battery, the two rodents cried at once, sparks flying from their cheeks. Standing firm, the Plusle and Minun took their positions, eyeing the two Pokémon staring down at them. Larxene, eyes shining with lust, slid down the slope and onto the field. Her claws eagerly clutched at the ground, black eyes glancing between the two mice. Marluxia floated in behind her, antenna raised to study their victims. “Begin!” |
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| Deleted User | Mar 12 2007, 04:42 PM Post #10 |
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For some reason, I continuously thought of Mos and Minos from Teen Titans while writing the Plusle and Minun's part. I'm Foot-Loose and Fancy Free The wind whipped outside, threatening the city dwellers. Snow fell like in a snow globe with no end, the flakes looking menacing to those inside their homes. Inside the dome, the four Pokémon stared each other down. Three of the four had sparks flying from their tense bodies while the fourth calmly stood still. “Plus, use Helping Hand! Minus, use Spark on the Meganium!” June had no idea what to do as having two of these guys out on the field at once would seem to hamper their ability to perform instead of increase it. But the two of them seemed to know what to do, Larxene standing in front of the Grass-type with teeth bared. Her coat sparked violently, electricity taking the shape of her favored knives. Marluxia’s petals glowed as the scent of flowers filled the dank air. Beautiful, pink petals began to drift from him, floating harmlessly around the battle arena. He smiled at them before turning to where the two rats were. As on command, the small Plusle stepped behind her partner, forcing her own energy into her blue counterpart. He gritted his teeth at the sudden power surge, cheeks glowing with negative energy. Bracing himself, he clenched his fists and screamed. Lightning struck out, turning the air electric. She reared back in the trainer box, staring at the awesome power. That seemed even bigger and more powerful than Larxene’s own attacks. Smirking, Larxene didn’t seem to think so. Knives flew from her fur, several impaling the lightning bolt while others struck the rocks littered around the arena, sputtering and vanishing. It didn’t deter it at all but it did make it look much bigger than before. A grin appeared on the Jolteon’s muzzle even as she heard the human yell in surprise. She could handle herself. Marluxia, eyes half-lidded, twirled his front foot. Defenseless, he let Larxene handle the lightning bolt as the petals in the air swirled and turned as sharp as blades. Growling, he slammed his foot down, leaning forward to direct the petals. Trembling, the flowers became a storm in the arena, slicing the rocks and heading towards the two mice. He ignored the sparks flying towards him, concentrating on keeping the petals headed for their target. With a small leap, the sadist landed on a rock in front of the bolt. Snarling, she arched her back, spikes straight up in the air. Bracing herself, she welcomed the bolt, sending her own sparks out to keep it heading for her. It coursed through her as she heard the human yell in alarm. Electricity flowed through her veins, muscles trembling as it hit every cell. It felt wonderful, even as her claws dug in to keep her on the rock. Minus and Plus squeaked in surprise at this turn, both backing up right into the cloud of petals. Cuts opened up on their skin as they cried out, paws waving to try and deflect the storm. Wincing, the two stumbled out of the cloud, dashing off across the arena. Larxene slid in front of them, blocking their path. Sharp teeth flashed as she dove for them, snarling like a wolf. They squealed, zipping off again as her mouth snapped shut. Sparks flying from her fur, she sped after them, looking like a living bolt. In another universe entirely, Marluxia watched the rats race off with the Jolteon on their heels. The petals surrounded him filled the air with perfume. He breathed it in deeply and blew out, reviving them for another round. Turning, he stepped heavily, shoving the cloud away from him. Petals, sharp as razors, swirled around his bulk before blowing off to the racing Electric-types. She slid to a stop, knives firing from her coat again. Sparking violently, the bolts pierced their bodies, making them yelp and stop. She smirked, leaping backwards as the storm fell upon them. Petals struck out at them, slicing into their bodies. They screamed, sparks flying from them to repel the petals. Charred ones fell lifelessly to the ground, looking like dead bodies. Her eyes narrowed as the rats ran free and still alive out of the Petal Dance. The pink flowers shuddered and fell like rain to the field. She glanced at the Meganium noticing his swaying head and snarled. He was down for the moment until he could slap himself back. “Plus, use Thunderwave on Meganium! Minus, use Quick Attack on Jolteon!” Larxene stood, claws digging trenches in the ground. She was ready, oh she was ready. Growling, she leapt up, bouncing from rock to rock. She could hear the little mouse rushing up behind her, keeping pace with her frenzied, erratic movements. Perched upon a rock near the water, her momentum spun her around, hind legs out. Plusle, startled, ran straight into two paws. Pain exploded in her cheek as she went flying straight towards the Meganium. The Savage Nymph laughed before feeling her front paws slip from the impact and momentum, leaving her to tumble into the pond. Sparks shot up, making the air shimmer with heat as she floundered. Minus squealed, a ring of sparks pulsing from his body. The blue on his face turned white before it faded, negative energy coursing into the charged air. He grinned as the ring bounced off rocks, aimed at the still Grass-type. They would land this attack now. Until Plus flew right into the Thunderwave’s path. He blinked in surprise before he squealed. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Marluxia blinked his heavy eyes, head turning to watch the sight before him. The red mouse screamed as the shocks tore at her, muscles cramping painfully. Trembles coursed through her as she hit the ground, dazed. Minus, squeaking loudly, rushed to his partner’s side. Marluxia blinked, looking for his own insane cohort. The splashing water was a good sign. “Marluxia! She’s going to drown!” June yelled, knowing she personally could not go down and try and fish her out. Out of all the Pokémon who could not swim, she hadn’t thought it would be the Jolteon. Her mind raced back to before they had to race for their lives, back to the house Donald had left her. He had had an extensive collection of manga, more for Lexaeus than for anyone else. One had been for the Kingdom Hearts game and she had managed to read them all before Axel had showed up with smiles and hints. In one, Larxene had exploded when water touched her. She shook her head, clearing that out. That was silly. Pokémon didn’t explode from being touched by water. Did they? As almost an answer to her mental dilemma, heat and sparks erupted into the air. She reared back, covering her face as debris flew at her. June peeked out, trying to see in the sudden darkness. Several of the lights were out, sparks raining down on the field. She caught a glimpse of Marluxia moving like a shadow to the pool, vines reaching out. They fell back though as something glowing brilliantly crawled out of the empty hole. Murder flashed in her eyes, teeth bared. Blood was running from her nose, staining her yellow fur. The sparks racing through her coat shimmered, slamming into the ground. Water dripped from her coat, the droplets sparking madly. She turned and June could clearly see the intent in the glowering eyes. Marluxia stepped next to her, vines forming into what looked like a Grim Reaper’s scythe. He smirked, eyes calm as Larxene snarled angrily. Both rodents were back on their feet, Plus moving a little slower. The two clasped paws, sprinting away from their two opponents. The Savage Nymph snarled, blood dripping like water. Glowing like a Will-O-Wisp, she darted after the mice, teeth snapping at their heels. Sparks rolled off of her as they tried to shock her, failing miserably as it charged her. Her feet moved faster with every attack, sharp teeth inching closer to snap upon the rodents’ feet. Unbeknownst to them, the Graceful Assassin was waiting for them. They squealed, doing a last second turn as he swung the blade at them. The point impaled into the ground, sticking as Plus and Minus avoided it. Larxene slid, claws dragging the ground. Snarling viciously, she leapt but missed the rodents, hitting her chin on a protruding rock. This was insane. The two rodents seemed to be stronger together than when they split. The red one had moved slower doing a Quick Attack than it was now, running from the crazy Jolteon. June dug out the dented PokeDex Axel had gotten her. This thing was supposed to answer her questions about Pokémon. Flipping it open, she pointed it, or tried to, at the zipping Pokémon. She caught Larxene at first and had to hit it to make it stop spewing out information about Jolteons. She quickly read the next paragraph, picking out information from the text. Biting her lip, she glanced between the swinging Marluxia and pissed off Jolteon that still glowed like a hellcat. Back up lights were trying to flip on and she knew they would have to do it now. “Larxene, Marluxia! Split them up! They’re stronger together!” The dull ache that had pounded through his head had faded. Red eyes blinked open, listening to the quiet conversation to his right. Groaning a bit, he got an arm underneath his body to push himself up. His chest ached but not as bad as before. A couple of Rests and he was able to sit up without nausea flipping his stomach like a pancake. All talking stopped except for the yelling argument on the TV. Yawning, he looked over at the two Pokémon sitting around a low table with a can between them. Both stared up at him like he was the dead sitting up and asking for a soda. Luxord finally stood up, easily crossing the small room in three steps. He cocked his head, glancing down at the bloody bandage still taped to the wide chest. “I heal fast,” Axel muttered, peeling the gauze off himself. A good bit of fur was yanked out but he forced himself not to whimper. The wound was smaller but still looked nasty. Even as he smiled triumphantly at the Persian, it began to bleed. The Persian gave him a smirk as he hissed and grabbed the tissue box from the bedside table. “Shut up.” As he tried to stop the blood, Demyx found his footing and slowly stood up. His head swayed and did a long circle before it rested on his neck once again. Feeling confident, he took shaky steps to the table where Xigbar was frowning over the die, wondering if there were magnets in them. Axel sighed loudly as the Golduck went down, arms flailing. He winced as the small, plastic trashcan was caught up underneath the Melodious Nocturne. Sickening cracks echoed in the air as it shattered under his weight. “Well, that was fun.” Axel pushed to his feet, dabbing at the blood on his chest. He glanced around, now realizing that something was missing. “Where’s June?” Immediately, the room grew quiet. Five eyes found interesting spots on the walls and ceiling, anything to not look at him. “What?” He glanced between the three creatures, eyes narrowing. Straightening as much as possible, he hissed at the stinging pain from his chest and pinned down Luxord. “Where’d she go?” The cat stared down the larger Pokémon, never flickering. His tail trembled in excitement but he refused to back down. The Gambler of Fate smirked softly, whiskers twitching slightly. He gave a quick glance at the guide book, back twitching. Axel broke, slowly looking at the insignificant book. Confused, he stepped up to where it lay, still wiping blood from his chest. The pages were spread out, open to the tiny article. He scanned it, brow furrowing before he stared at Luxord. “She went out to a gym, now?” Purring, he inclined his head ever so slightly. Swearing in two languages, he took a glance out of the window and winced at the storm building up. Mia was out there, no doubt waiting to strike when the time was right. She was patient and could wait for years for payback. She wanted June, dead or alive he didn’t know. Rubbing his face, Axel looked at the crushed trashcan before just tossing the bloody tissues on the table. He hoisted the Golduck to his feet and dumped him back on the bed. “Stay here incase she comes back. Luxord, Xigbar, with me.” As the three strode out, he picked up the knife he’d left by the door, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 12 2007, 08:18 PM Post #11 |
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Argh, it's done again. And, MWAHAHAHA! Please don't hurt Nana... Fly Away It was a brilliant strategy. Separating the two rats would let them deal with their own rodent and give them more of an advantage. They could fight alone, the two charged Pokémon couldn’t. How the hell were they supposed to do that though? Growling, Larxene glanced at Marluxia before shaking her head and dashing off after the two rats again. The Meganium swung his makeshift blade before waiting patiently in the darkness, allowing the sadist to have her fun. Glimmering, the Savage Nymph easily found the two panting rats. The small red one was slowing down, blue sparks shorting out her muscles. She grinned, teeth snapping at the little tail. They squealed, running as fast as they could away from the predator. Larxene roared, blood trailing on the ground from her nose. Eyes murderous, she chased them, dodging rocks taking bolts of electricity as they ran into the trap. Marluxia, with the silence of the dead, swung the blade down between the Plusle and Minun. Screaming, they finally separated, Plus tumbling head over heels to the left. Larxene pounced upon her, teeth snaring the elusive rodent. The tiny thing shrieked, electrocuting the Jolteon’s mouth as much as she could. It wasn’t working as well as she would have liked but the sadist had to give her a little mercy for trying. Maybe. With a gleeful laugh, she tossed the creature high into the air, watching it flail and cry. Rearing up on her hind legs, she slammed a paw into its side, sending it soaring. Sparks sliced through the air, knives once again impaling the tiny Plusle. Torn apart, the Minun squealed and tried to race to its companion. The blade swung down in his way, the massive bulk of the Grass-type blocking his path. Smirking, he swung the vines again, nearly slicing off the rat’s head. He backed up, looking left and right for a way out. Plus, her leg numb, got shakily to her feet. Her heart was pounding, body trembling from the paralysis and the blood oozing out of her. Weak sparks emerged from her cheeks as the lights finally flickered on, revealing her partner to be trapped by the huge Meganium. If she could only get there, they could dodge the giant Pokémon. She began to bound to him, electricity trying to form into a decent attack. Larxene snapped her muzzle shut on Plus’ ear. Screaming, she kicked out at the Jolteon, paws waving to try and pry open the jaws of death. A delighted giggle seemed to rumble in her throat as she swung her head, throwing the weakened mouse into a rock. Rolling her thin shoulders, she stalked up to the red and yellow creature, teeth bared in a feral smile. Minus yelled for his companion, blinking owlishly at the lights. Glancing up, he squealed as Marluxia swung the scythe again. Rolling, he maneuvered easily onto his feet and raced off for his companion. She saw him coming and grinned. Facing him, she let his partner’s blood drip from her mouth, taunting him. The anger in his eyes flashed, sparks making his fur stand on end. Claws digging into the ground, she kicked out with her legs, missing him by a hair’s length. His head slammed into her chest, sending her sprawling a few feet away. She snarled as the Minun bent over his partner, helping her to her unsteady feet. Energy flowed into her from him as he tried to help her back into the battle. Marluxia, calmer than a breeze, rolled his head on his long neck. Leaves, sharp as Larxene’s favored weapons, spun and sliced through the air as a distraction. Scythe out, he dashed forward, heavy body ready to ram into the mouse. Plus smiled at her partner as he helped her up. With a sigh, she placed her paws on his cheeks, sending her own energy into him. He cried out in alarm, tried to shove her back to stop it. Positively charged energy flowed into him, charging him as her Helping Hand drained her. She fainted, falling backwards with a smile. As the red laser returned her to rest, he shook with power. Snarling, he turned to the charging Meganium, sparks flying from his cheeks. He screamed, lightning striking out in revenge. He caught the startled look on the Grass-type’s face and smirked himself. Slamming a paw down, he gritted his tiny teeth and forced the energy out of him. Cells charged with electricity trembled, the lightning turning blue. Marluxia dug his heels in, forcing himself to stop as the bolt snaked to him. Larxene was too far away to help him. Growling, he placed the scythe in front of him, spinning it as fast as possible. Panting, the Meganium felt the power ebb out of him, the shield setting up. He put his strength behind it, hoping it would hold against the attack. Power slammed hard into the Light Screen, shoving the huge Pokémon back. He yelled, bracing himself as the blue lightning shoved at the shield. The Graceful Assassin was losing it, he knew. Muscles trembling, he let the shield fall, scythe in front of his face to try and save it. Electricity coursed through his body, muscles screaming in agony. His toes curled in, knees threatening to give out. He held, antenna falling back against his head limply. Sparks shot off of his body as the dragon faded then. The Minun didn’t look like it was going to give up soon either. His chest ached and his front limbs had started to feel like jelly. Paralyzed then. He could handle this still. Larxene, blood flowing freely from her mouth now, snarled. Her teeth, red from her cut mouth, bared, trying to intimidate the small prey. Eyes murderous, she glowered before tensing her muscles, lunging. Sparks shot from her fur, the wavering knives flying to the lone Minun. He turned, taking on a fighting stance. Growling, his body left the ground, legs pushing off of the rocky floor. Minus, fury flowing through him like blood, snarled and slammed into the surprised Jolteon. As she was shoved back, he took the knives to the chest and pushed off of a large rock after her. She landed on her side, bouncing once before she climbed to her feet. Her chest throbbed but she focused on the rodent, readying herself to take it head on. Minus vanished from sight. Panting much too heavily, she tried to find the rat, nose scenting the air. It was blocked by her blood though, stopped up. It hurt to breathe now and she finally caught the sound of scratching claws much too late. Turning her head, she could only snarl weakly as the mouse slammed into her side. She heard something crack violently as she fell, paws scrambling to find purchase on the ground. The red beam shot out, taking her in before she hit the rocky floor. She clawed, trying to escape its path but, in the end, let it take her back. Blackness coated her vision as she fell into nothingness. June could see Sorsha smiling, eyes cold. “Minus! Quick Attack on Meganium!” The small rodent threw himself into the air, body vanishing with his speed. Marluxia, wishing his front legs would bend, held his ground, letting his bulk absorb the blow. He winced, eyes trying to keep up with the tiny mouse. The paralysis was slowing him down, making him sluggish. He did have one more trick up his sleeve. The Minun was coming at him from all four sides. The Graceful Assassin tallied it, finding the pattern. Left, front, left, right, front, rear. Flinching, he readied himself, falling to one knee to make it seem like he was giving up. Minus darted to the left, ready to knock the huge beast over. With a shove from his legs, Marluxia went down like a cut tree. Squealing, the Minun slammed on the brakes but he was moving too fast to stop on a dime. He caught the smirk on the huge Pokémon’s face as he fell before the weight was upon him. Sighing, the Meganium lied still as the tiny mouse squirmed underneath him. It didn’t take too long; he outweighed the creature by at least two hundred pounds. As the struggling ceased, he rolled over onto his stomach again, breathing heavily. He didn’t think he could move his front legs. Calming himself, he glanced down at the dazed Pokémon, smiling as it was pronounced unable to battle. Marluxia was sure he had broken a few bones in that tiny body when he fell. He’d heal though. His head turned as he heard the human come sliding up behind him. She was careful when she walked up to him, avoiding rocks like the plague. Hands in her coat pockets, she seemed to want to say something but closed her mouth again. She was learning then. The other trainer stepped across the field, cold eyes narrowing at the huge Meganium. The Minun vanished into the PokeBall with barely a squeak. She frowned but dug into a pocket somewhere and pulled out what looked like their prize. “Congratulations,” she began as though she rarely ever had to say this. “By defeating me, you have earned the Thunder Badge and TM twenty-four.” Sorsha unceremoniously dumped the items into June’s hand, turning stiffly on her heel. “Use them wisely.” The warning went unheeded as June smiled, dumping the Technical Machine and the badge into one of the higher pockets. As the woman walked out, she turned to Marluxia. Pulling out his PokeBall, she held it up. “I doubt you’re walking out of here on your own accord.” Bowing his head, he allowed it to happen, merely because he knew that his legs wouldn’t cooperate long enough to make it outside. Alone in the gym, she sighed as the lights began to flicker off. Pulling the coat more protectively around her, June nearly skipped out of the building. Even the nasty wind outside wasn’t slowing her down. Duping Mia, getting Axel back on his feet, and defeating a Gym Leader all in one day. Smiling, she held the coat tight as the wind whipped around her, showering her with ice and snow. June turned down the next street, skidding on ice and snow. Catching herself, she treaded more carefully, the smile never fading. As soon as she returned to the hotel room, she was going to get something to eat and kick Axel’s out of her bed so she could get a decent night’s rest.She should’ve heard it. Instinct made her turn, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly rising from something other than the cold. Fear flooded into her at the explosion, making her stumble as her foot slipped on a patch of ice. June felt something slug hard into her chest, her breath hissing out painfully as she started to fall. A second thing slammed hard into her, knocking the wind out of her as gravity finally took over. Her vision went black before she hit the ground. Stationed upon the roof like a gargoyle, the figure rose silently, slinging the heavy gun over her shoulder. Ingrained training had made him hesitate in taking her out but he had done his job. The snow stung his cheeks as he slipped the goggles off and pocketed them. He had to make sure she was dead though and they needed to dispose of the body before the authorities found her. He slid silently down the fire escape, moving quickly. His feet made no noise on the metal rungs or floors. No one would dare peek out in weather like this either. He was safe for now. Combat boots hit the ground heavily, sinking into the snow. Breath coming out in clouds, he shivered briefly before heading out to the street. He hated his job but quitting it would mean the end of his life. The movement behind him had him reaching for his gun. Had someone seen him? Unlikely, no one would want to be out in this weather. Finger trembling on the trigger, he waited until he could see exactly what strode out of the darkness of the alley. “Axel?” he asked, surprise flickering over his face. He had recognized the face and lowered his gun. Why was the Pokémon here? Wasn’t he due back at headquarters now? “What are you doing here?” The nasty wound on the creature’s chest caught him off guard. Recoiling back, he felt the gun slip from his fingers. Something flashed and the Pokémon was on top of him, holding him up with one paw. Pain flashed into the man’s mind as pity filled the creature’s eyes. He closed them, unable to watch the life fade from the body. “Sorry,” he whispered, letting the dead man fall from his paw. The knife slid smoothly out of his heart as he fell to rest in the snow. Axel let the knife lay across his stomach, blood staining the white clothes. Quickly, he leapt over the man, rushing out onto the street. He could hear the ticking, knowing it would blow. The boom was small, barely making a noise. A safeguard for Global Protection incase their agents were caught. The bomb destroyed the body and everything on it as soon as the brain died. June’s had been removed after her “interrogation.” June. He could see her against the snow. Xigbar was already leaning over her, trying to shake her awake. Luxord looked grim, eyes downcast. Swearing, he ran up, slipping on ice. “June!” he screamed it, paling as blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. “June!” He could see the holes in her coat now and prayed it hadn’t killed her. But she was cold and he stepped back, hissing and struggling to keep calm. Around them, the wind whipped and laughed, winter destroying them as it had brought them together. Fly away. |
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*random comments while reading* Okay, is Axel a Typholsion? There was that bit about fire, and Typhlosions (however they're spelled) totally have paws and fur and fire. <.< >.> AND stands on two legs!! *laughs aloud* Oh I love how you portray Mia. Hahahaha, now that you mention it, Plus and Minus ARE sorta like Mos and Minos. Now I'm only going to be able to think of them when I think of that gym haha. If only they chattered in Spanish... HOLY CRAP!!! JUNE"S DEAD!!!! .....Didn't see that one coming.... Gee. Um. Dang. Well since Nana's life tied to Axel's, and Axel didn't die, I suppose I can't REALLY do anything to the Nidoran... Though you STILL havn't told me what Axel is! Is it Typhlosion? Or did I totally misunderstand the fire thing, and he's like....a plant Pokémon. Yes. A furry plant Pokémon. That's right I said it. Anyway, you get an A, yada yada. You know its a good thing I have general standards for grades haha. If I graded on fic comparison, no one would get an A but you. See my pm for prizes. |
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and show us how he does that then.”
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