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"When all Hell breaks loose?" Ripper asked, dubious of such an event. Even as he spoke, the energy barrier that held Void Space was beginning to slowly evaporate. "What’s in there?" he continued, a little concerned that what ever this barrier was containing must be strong to spook her out.

"Something…so powerful…yet…so much like me…" she whispered, a sense of dread overcoming the familiarity of such a being. Raising a vine, she poked at the barrier, the grass whip punching through the weakened barrier like a pencil through paper.

Then, he grabbed the Bulbasaur, wrapping a psychic grip around her vine.

* * * * * *

Des discarded the pistol, believing it was defective. He would never miss a target at that kind of range. Ryna moaned in pain, the push disoriented her a bit. Within a matter of seconds, she was up to her feet though.

"Then I guess we do this the old fashion way," Des grunted, not at all disappointed. He tossed his Pokéball. "Blaster, let’s go!" In a bight crimson sparkle, the Blastoise revealed himself roaring out to intimidate his foe. With a thought, his twin cannons erupted from his shell, one pointed at Ryna, the other at Lin.

"What? Afraid to use Klik?" Ryna taunted. The Flareon wasn’t fazed by such ridicule, only watched, still depressed.

"Much more interesting using Blaster," Des countered, though he knew his Flareon was in no condition to fight, with the mentality he held at the moment. "Blaster, Hydro Pump!" With one mighty blast, a large recoil, the water type unleashed the twin balls of water.

"Move it!" Ryna shouted out, leaping out of the way, getting soaked slightly when the compressed H2O impacted on the ground, the splash hitting her, though not at all painful.

Lin jumped high into the air, the attack missing her completely. In retaliation, the small Pikachu unleashed a Thunderbolt attack on the lumbering Blastoise, though not fazing the hard shell whatsoever. Blaster blinked, questioning the effectiveness of the attack.

"Blaster, Ice Beam," Des commanded. Obediently, the water type fired off the twin beams off Ice. The small yellow Pikachu barely evaded the attack, the far wall began frozen under the zero degree Kelvin temperatures.

"Thunder!" Ryna shouted, the Pikachu unleashing the known strongest attack. Even so, it didn’t faze the rock hard shell. Blaster knocked on his shell to prove how sturdy if was and nothing could penetrate it. Lin was breathing hard, using most of her energy on the initial attacks and evades. Her trainer cursed under her breath, unable to think of anything to do.

"Dangit…where’s a Hell Fire attack when you need one?" she muttered, frustrated, unable to think of anything else to try at the moment.

* * * * * *

"Amy, what’s wrong?!" Simon exclaimed, his Jynx falling over, holding her head in sheer agony.

"He’s been released…" she whispered, pain and fear within her voice. The psychic feedback alone from the entity’s escape bore into her mind, overloading it with disorienting thoughts of pain and destruction. "This way," she ordered, moving as fast as she could, though swaying left and right from her dizzied state.

"Amy, you can’t move in this condition!" Simon told his Pokémon, helping her steady herself.

"I must…he’s already picked his first target," Amy retorted, fearing the worst for the third Psychic type that was within this facility.

* * * * * *

"Let go!" Psy shouted, pulling, but to no avail. The energy field completely faded, the Void Space oozing out with nothing to hold it in place. Carter and Ripper were unable to comprehend what was going on until the once known as Angel was finally seen.

He floated there, in the space where the void used to occupy. Head lowered, covered behind a large silver mask that wrapped around his whole head, with no viable eyeholes. He almost looked human. An exoskeleton of bone surrounded his body, with a small crystal embed into his chest. The bone exoskeleton wrapped around hiss arms and legs, as though also infused with his skin. Two large wings spanned outwards, giving him the showings of an angel, yet, they were as black as the void that surrounded him for all that time.

"I…am…free…" he muttered, though not verbally, mentally. His thoughts reached out to everyone in the room. He slowly lifted his head, ‘facing’ the Bulbasaur. She withdrew as far as her captured vine would yet her, shaking in fear. "You…have something…that belongs to me…" he told the grass type, touching the crystal embedded into his chest. It glowed faint blue for a second, then stopped. With a mental grin that everyone could see, he slowly dragged the Bulbasaur closer to him with the psychic grip around her vine.

"Let her go!" Carter shouted out, pulling out a pistol he carried around with him. He pointed it directly at the entity, though he wasn’t sure if his threat would affect whatever it was. Angel glanced over, and with one thought, slammed the trainer into the wall, leaving a imprint on the steel wall.

Ripper needed no other incentive, leaping forward and tackling the Angel outright. He lost his mental hold on the Bulbasaur as the two went sprawling around. Within mere seconds of the confrontation, Angel blasted the Hitmonchan away, also sending him flying against the far wall as well.

"You’re lucky I’m still weak from such containment," he told his assailants. He turned his attention back to Psy.

"What are you?" Carter asked, slowly getting up after such a shock.

"I…am what you humans would call a Pokémon," he answered. "However, I am more then you would ever thought possible. I am stronger then all the Pokémon in the world combined."

"Arrogant, aren’t we?" Carter taunted, wiping some blood away on his lips. He stood back up, ready for round two.

"You are NOT my concern, boy," Angel answered, emphasizing the word ‘boy’.

"No, I am!" Psy shouted. Somehow, the Angel was dragged upwards, then slammed into the wall similar to how Carter and Ripper were tossed. Angel let out a grunt of surprise, though regained himself.

"I seemed to have underestimated your strength…" he muttered, floating back into the air. "Then again, I would never expect anything less who is part of me," he continued, lifting the Bulbasaur up psychic powers. She squirmed from the attack, but to no avail, only to be dragged closer to her foe. "It is such a shame I will have to destroy you," he told her, and only her. A large ‘grin’ emerged from his mind, as if thirsty for the blood of anyone.

* * * * * *

"Lin!" Ryna shouted out, catching the Pikachu in her arms. In an attempt to stop the Blastoise from using anymore ‘cannon’ attacks, the small Pikachu went hand-to-hand with him, hoping her agility would pull her through. Still, eventually getting exhausted, Blaster scored a powerful Mega Punch, knocking the small electric mouse away. "You okay?" the trainer asked. Lin shook the dizziness from her mind, then left out of her trainer’s arms, ready for more pain if needed.

"Gutsy, aren’t we?" Blaster sneered, lowering his cannons towards the Pikachu. Without much energy to evade, the second shot of the win blast hit home, slamming her back against the wall with bone crunching effectiveness. Ryna gritted her teeth, unable to do anything. She clenched her fist tightly, to a point where they turned white.

Nevertheless, the Pikachu stood back up, to the disbelief of Des and his Pokémon. Any other Pokémon would have mostly likely surrendered after such a beating. Lin just stood back up, raising her fist to show that she still wanted to fight.

"It’s…not over…until…it’s over…" she muttered ever so softly, coughing in between words. Blaster admired the young one’s determination, but he was going to put an end to this. He took precise aim with his twin cannons.

"NO!" Ryna shouted, her mind raced with different ideas, most not working, until one showed up clearly. "Lin, Rolling Thunder!" With great effort, the Pikachu set up a small thunder shield, barely able to be maintained with the diminished energy she had.

The twin Hydro Pumps hit home, tossing the Pikachu back and against the far wall, the shield not saving her from the blow.

Not like it was meant too. With the additional momentum from the high-speed attack, Lin pressed her feet against the wall, and like a spring, jetted back at the Blastoise at an alarming pace. The gap between the two closed rapidly, and with the Pikachu’s small electric shield still up, Blaster got afraid, though he was unable to move quickly enough to escape the attack.

The first impact was so forceful that the large turtle Pokémon almost feel over, though he remained strong, absorbing the hit to as best as he could. Lin bounced off Blastoise, then with much force, and after pushing off the floor, slammed into Blaster again. Although not as powerful, it still hurt. The relentless attacked continued, until the force of each attack was reduced to mere bee stings. However, after taking about 20-30 hits before hand, those bee stings will hurt a lot.

In a great bellow of pain, the Blastoise fell over backward cracking the floor with his hard shell. Blaster was out of the fight, much to the surprise of both Ryna and Des. In disappointment, he recalled his Blastoise, though he knew something like this was possible. He accepted his defeat without argument. Ryna picked up the exhausted Pikachu in her arms, carefully to avoid hurting her anymore in her condition.

Then, they were interrupted by a bulge in the wall. Something smashed into that wall, and both trainers began to wonder what was going on in the floors above.

* * * * * *

Ripper leaped upon Angel, destroying his grip upon Psy. Ripper didn’t roll around this time, he got right to the point, punching the entity in the face and slamming him into the wall, denting it outwards.

The Hitmonchan lined up, ready to strike with a Mega Punch, missing as Angel moved at lightning speeds on the last second. His fist landed in the wall, pushing it out even more.

Hovering in the air, Angel picked up the Hitmonchan psychically, then tossed him with all his might into the wall where he landed, destroying a section of the wall. Ripper fell through, landing right where Blaster used to be in the large warehouse like room.

"Ripper?!" Des and Ryna both exclaimed at the same time, surprising each other that they would know whom the Pokémon was.

"Ugh…" he groaned, slowly getting back to his feet. "Ryna? Des?!" he exclaimed, seeing the second human occupant in the room. He didn’t have time to say anymore. Angel flew down the gap in the wall, launching a large Psychic blast at Ripper. The Hitmonchan propelled across the room, impacting against the wall.

"Who the hell are you?!" Des shouted, raising a fist. Ryna took a step back, holding the Pikachu closer to her defensively. Angel glanced back and forth between the two, finally taking the time to analyze the situation.

"You all are Chimeras…" he ‘whispered’. Raising his head, he glanced backwards, seeing Carter and Psy making their way down on a vine Psy released. "Experiments…victims…and you don’t feel at all any regret?"

"Chimeras…I don’t regret being a so called Chimera," Des said, standing defiantly.

"And neither do I," Carter concurred. He quickly made his way to Ripper, who was unconscious from the barrage of Psychic attacks.

"But you!" Angel exclaimed, pointing at Ryna. "You hate being what you are." The trainer was silent, looking down at her Pikachu. Lin glanced back up, her eyes faint as exhaustion overcame her.

"I used to think what I am only caused suffering…" she whispered, only audible to Angel through psychic means. "I thought I was created through the death of others. Now…I see something else. I am what I am. I cannot change that."

"If Chimera has done something to me, it has made me stronger. I understand my Pokémon better. Being here, today, right now, has proven that Pokémon and Humans coexist with each other. I would have never gotten this far without the help of my companions."

"I am a Chimera, and I don’t refuse what I am," she finished, voice calm. Angel floated there, surprised at such a response. Her intents were pure, but he still disbelieved such a fact, stubborn from his time in stasis.

"Then you shall all die!" he yelled out ruthlessly. ‘Never would a human say such a thing, never!’ he told himself. ‘They are to selfish and unfeeling to believe in such things!’ With that last thought, he raised his arm, a large orb of energy piling into his palm. "Die!" he screamed, releasing it in a large beam of energy, flowing towards Ryna.

"Stop it!" Psy shouted, catching the attack in a psychic net, though the forcefulness of the beam could crack the net at any moment.

"Why side with them?!" Angel yelled out at her. Psy took a step back in fear, though not breaking her concentration on the net.

"Because she doesn’t want to see others suffer," the voice whispered telepathically. Within those seconds, the psychic net grew stronger, another power overlaying over Psy’s. Simon ran into the room, Amy following behind, assisting Psy in the net.

Seeing the futileness of continuing the attack, Angel broke the beam. The two Psychic types glared at their adversary, awaiting the next attack.

It never came. Angel, knowing that in the weakened condition he was in from stasis, decided a tactical retreat. With a thought, part of the ceiling buckled, and soon becoming a large hole. Sunlight rained into the dark room, temporarily blinding everyone. Angel made his escape, flying through the new exit quickly.

* * * * * *

Des was silent, sitting on the peak of the hill, knees up to his chest. His arms lay around his legs as he thought, alone. Since the encounter with Angel, he has yet to threaten any member of the team, which boggled Ryna. Klik stood beside her, concerned about his friend. Lin lay back at camp, recovering from her wounds against Blaster.

"What’s wrong?" Ryna asked the Flareon. Even though they had their differences in the past, she felt sympathetic towards the Team Rocket operative now.

Klik remained silent, wondering if it was a good idea to tell his ‘enemy’ the facts about the third member of their team.

It was answered for him, as Carter approached Des, sitting down beside him.

"It’s been a while," Carter started, though not expecting a response. The sat mutely, neither raising a voice to what seemed like an eternity.

"I thought you were dead…" Des whispered, choking back a sob. He remembered everything: how he saw the building destroyed, how he vowed revenge for allowing Tim to let Carter die, how he got this far just by opposing Tim alone. Now, all that was shattered, with the realization how wrong his actions have been.

"Everyone thought I was dead," Carter whispered, for some unknown reason.

"I swore revenge on Tim because I thought he let you die back then," Des continued, not turning his head to face his ‘dead’ comrade. "I guess…you didn’t die."

"I wanted to die," Carter told Des, shocking him. "Or at least, get away from it all."

"But why?!" Des asked, anxious to know the reasoning behind such thinking.

"We were experiments, nothing but experiments. They used us to gain knowledge. IT was sickening, and I needed to get away from it all," Carter answered. "I figured…the best way to do it was to either die or fake my death. At least that way, I don’t have the Special Forces hunting me down." Des remained silent, thinking back to his days in the Forces. The times they had together. The missions, the nights out, the fun of it all.

The experiments…

"I won’t bother how you planned such a feat, I’m just glad your back," Des finally admitted, raising his hand. Carter took it, shaking it, then placing his arm over Des’ shoulder.

"It’s been a long time…"

* * * * * *

The campfire burned brightly in the night. The four trainers say around the fire, soaking up warmth to combat the bitter cold of the night. Still, nothing could break the mood of the four. Tales exchanged, and laughing about. Ryna told Des about her adventures and her current goal. Des in return told about his past and relation with Carter and Tim. Carter and Simon both spoke of their stories within that Facility, supporting each other’s stories unknowingly. They were all happy to finally seal their friendships with each other. It was hard to believe that one of those trainers was part of Team Rocket.

"Des…advice, get out of Team Rocket," Carter told his past buddy.

"Easier said then done," Des replied, sighing. "It’s nearly impossible to get out of there."

"Speaking of which, what is going on inside Team Rocket right now?" Simon asked, curious of the activities behind such a secretive organization.

"Well…" Des started, thinking back at the recent news. "There’s a Rocket owned facility near Viridian City, around the Viridian Forest. I was there before coming out her ‘hunting’ for you guys. Apparently, they got some Trainers…something about Chimera too…not sure though…" Ryna and Carter exchanged glances.

"Were their names Tetsuo and Rena?" Ryna inquired, recalling what she read back at the Mt. Moon Facility. Des scratched the back of his head, shrugging.

"Not sure…it’s very vague…didn’t hear much," he answered, wishing he could be of better assistance. "Also…there seems to be something else…something in that facility. It freaks me to think about it. I’m not sure if it’s a Pokémon of human…but from the whispers and rumors around the facility before I left, there seemed to be some sort of new experiment going on."

"Chimera related?" Carter asked, hoping it wasn’t. Chimera might have its uses, but it can go too far.

"I’m not sure. Again, I didn’t hear much," Des responded, now wishing he stay a bit longer to hear a bit more. "Aside from some Rocket operatives going to Stadium, that’s about it."

"Um…Carter…" the petite voice whispered, interrupting the conversation.. The ex-Special Forces soldier looked back, seeing Psy standing there. It surprised him to see the Bulbasaur, as each trainer thought their Pokémon were already asleep.

"What’s wrong?" Carter asked, concerned.

"Can I come with you?" she asked, wondering if she should ask such a question. "I don’t want to be alone, and I feel safe in the company of your group."

"Of course you can come," Carter told the Bulbasaur, picking her up in his arms. "I’m sure the others would agree." Simon and Ryna both nodded, happy to allow another companion into their group. "Speaking of which, why not come with us too Des?" Carter offered.

"Sorry…but I can’t blow my cover inside Team Rocket. If I even take one step out of line, I'm pretty much dead. I'll have to find an alternative before leaving," Des answered, disappointing the other three trainers.

"Well, you’ll try to get out, right?" Ryna asked, now hoping that such a person would not have to go and follow such a notorious group. Des nodded, relieving some of Ryna’s fear.

"I think…we should get some sleep," Simon suggested, yawning in between words. The others agreed, seeing as the time was beyond midnight. In a few light steps, they each fell soundly asleep in their sleeping bags.

* * * * * *

"Well Des, I hope we see each other soon," Ryna told her new friend. Des nodded, shaking the hand of each trainer.

"We will, don’t worry, we will," he answered, letting go of her hand. He took a step back.

"I’ll make sure of it!" Klik told them, in much better spirits after encountering a long lost friend. They comment made each smile.

"Until next time then, Des!" Carter said, saluting. Des saluted back, before taking off past the horizon.

"So, where to now?" Simon asked once they were on their way. Ryna flipped open her Pokédex, the screen revealing the picture of Angel.

"We ask my hometown professor if he knows anything about this ‘Angel’," Ryna answered. Her curiosity of how Angel was created raced through her mind. "If the scientists in the lab knew about Angel before even giving him life again, then there has to be some sort of history behind it." Carter and Simon both agreed with that hypothesis.

"So, to Pallet Town then?" Simon asked, though not needing a reply. The answer was quite clear.

<Fin>