Finally I write, got to get a better leash on my writings. That name 
change should last for a while if it is shown. Anyway, I got to thinking of a 
good character and I thought of this story…

 

          Gotta burn, gotta kill, gotta slash, gotta die…

 

          Try and imagine a world without boundaries and magic, Pokemon, and 
humans exist. Well, here is reality the world wasn’t or was like that some time 
ago but those sacred and powerful arts have been lost. ESP, AMSP, AEP and magic 
are all the same and only a few people have even remembered who they can use it. 
He sighed as he wished he had been in those days long ago but the harsh reality 
brought him back as he dodged the bullets in an unusual way, he lit them get 
close to them and then he focused and sent out a huge blast of wind that ripped 
right through the bullets as the gangs snarled and fired even more bullets at 
him. His eyes glowed white as he made the Vulcan hand symbol but with his finger 
close to his pinky down, although some gang members were laughing, the police 
knew better than that. The reason they didn’t call on him very often was because 
what he could do and how strong he was. He summoned up two huge fireballs from 
his hands and he suddenly was covered in flames as the bullets rikoteched off 
his flames. The punks started to run at him as he suddenly whipped out two 
wicked looking scythes and he slashed all the punks dumb enough to try and kill 
him. He kept on chanting the rhyme to himself as the gangs whipped out missiles 
and fired them at him, he snapped out of his trance and he focused all he had 
into his next move. He traced the pattern of the symbol that would always remain 
on the back of his hand in the air and it burned him but he didn’t care. He 
suddenly unleashed a huge wave of black death that wiped out all the gangs, the 
police barely got up before the boy left them.

 

          He worked as a cop or rather their secret weapon, and he didn’t care, 
it was no different from his family job. He was the last of his family since his 
parents had him at such an old age, he treasured those memories as he walked . 
His age was fifteen and he wasn’t taller than 5”6 and well, he just didn’t like 
to show himself a lot so he always wore a cloak and other things to hide his 
looks. But he didn’t hide his Pokemon, he only used one at all times, the 
Pokemon only known as the Angel of Death., truly describing it. 

Most don’t try to see if some Pokemon evolve or not but he did, he sighed as he 
forgot to recharge his magic. He stood in the alley and he focused on recharging 
himself by recieting his oath, I am Zygen, one of  a fist hit him hard in the 
gut as blood splatted onto the ground as the punk smiled.

          “How about you pay for killing my bro’!!!” the punk shouted as his 
gang laughed as Zygen was thrown into the bricks and they cringed as they heard 
his back break. But their laughter soon turned to fear as Zygen wiped off the 
blood from his mouth and then mobsters pulled up and fired off bullets into him. 
All the people who he had indirectly insulted and enraged were now taking their 
revenge out on him, they all nodded to each other.

Missiles blew into his body as bullets ripped through his skin, he felt as if he 
had been used as a punching bag for everyone, and they all started to leave as 
the mafia nailed him with small nukes and set loose all sorts of machines, 
animals, and creations on him. 

Just as they were about to finish him off, they all heard the last sound that he 
would make for them, a unholy  roar as his Pokemon stepped out of the flames, it 
held a huge scythe across its back at a tremendous height at least 8 foot tall, 
but its appeareance looked like Masamune Kyte but with a hell like appearance. 
It let out a roar and started to massacre the people and it stopped as Zygen 
stepped out of the flames of the fire as more weapons started to fire at him but 
this time they stopped. Zygen suddenly let loose all of his anger, hate, rage, 
fury and all of those moods and he destroyed the whole alley in one single 
blast. 

 

          Sarah was looking all around her, she hadn’t seen a town other than 
the one she lived on (Pokemon 2000, that island). She did feel the disturbance 
in magic around the town, she gasped as she found Zygen, lying on his back, she 
didn’t pay attention to the bad vibe from him. All she knew was that he needed 
some first aid, she picked up his Pokeball and carried him to her hotel…

 

          People love to help, but they should pay a little more attention to 
the person first. Later…