Fighting Back Here's the next chapter of Fighting Back. Flaming Monkey also wrote this chapter. I only edited this chapter, so give FM all the credit. This is probably going to be the second last chapter in the story. After the next chapter, I might do an epilogue. Enjoy! –Cel3stial Part 5: Hot blood ran down Gary's hands. It sprayed from that unlucky sniper's artery. The sounds of his weapon's fire echoed though the stone auditorium. It mixed with cries of pain and hatred. Giovanni has gone all out. He decided. The war would end soon. Beautiful yet inexperienced girls were getting slaughtered by endless crowds of Rockets. This made Gary mad. Standing on the balcony he saw them rushing though the grand doors. He picked up an automatic from a dead man, he couldn't tell which side, and began firing. Scores of Rockets fell by his hands. Suddenly, he noticed a humming sound. He turned around fast enough to see Rockets crashing though the upper windows. As they landed, they hit the ground with such force it made the whole balcony shake. Gary jumped off the balcony into a swirling oblivion of dead bodies, blood, and fighting. Shooting as he fell, he landed on a support beam and the rest of the building collapsed. Pieces of stone fell through the air as he plummeted 50 feet downward. Dead flesh broke his fall. All around him death cries were silenced by the crushing sounds of stones, steel, and bone snapping. More blood began to cover his skin. All his precautions had gone to waste. Surprisingly he was left alone by the rubble. He walked over more bodies, searching for a survivor, any survivor. But he found none. (Change POV) Trey woke up. The Shadow Clouds seemed to have bad luck with snipers. He realized that he was being rushed to a medic bay. He didn't want to miss the battle, so he rolled off the still moving table. The doctors, however, seemed to be too preoccupied with the sounds of battle to notice. He pulled out some spare smoke grenades out of his pocket and crawled to a corner. Some Rockets ran into the hallway. Without wasting a second, he threw the grenades. "Ah, a couple of 'nades!" one of the Rockets shouted before the projectile exploded. White smoke covered the area. Out of the smoke came something he had never seen. It was about 6 feet tall and feral. Using basic instinct, he shot it. To his surprise, the bullet bounced of it. The shape then reverted to default form. A Ditto crawled before him. "Oh shit, Duplica's gonna kill me!" "No, I won't." He looked up to see a blue haired teen with a Ditto on her shoulder. "Duplica, you should hide!" Trey said, trying to run over to her. He stumbled and fell down. "You should get healed. Here. Ditto, Transform!" Trey watched as the pink blob molded into an Alakazam. "Recover!" Trey felt cold, very cold as shivers began to go up and down his spine. He felt…well…fine. Standing up, he looked in the distance of the hallway to see something I never expected. Another teen, one who showed signs of being lazy and a lack of care for the SC was fighting. Not just fighting though. He was killing. Dual katanas flashed as they ripped though flesh. The boy shoved them back into their sheathes and pulled out two HE Grenades. A Rhydon ran toward him. He threw one. It exploded on contact, knocking the horned beast away. The second, for some reason, he kept in his hands. Rockets climbed over the Rock Pokemon and ran toward the rookie agent. They surrounded him. The second grenade exploded. Broken limbs tore though the air and were scattered around the area. Trey thought this was the end. He was wrong. A rather soggy teen came out of the wreckage. He never thought of using Aqua bombs for that purpose. The new agent faced more of the upcoming fighters. Taking out his katanas again, he threw one of them at a water pipe. "I hope I'm not charged for this," Trey heard him mumble. Water and steam covered the area. Then he readied the other sword and aimed for the nitrogen pumps. He threw the blade. The result of this action was a very well iced hallway. More Rockets ran in, slipping by the bodies of their frozen comrades. Some idiot Grunt had the idea to use his Glowlithe to melt the ice. One thing Trey had learned in life was that gas plus fire makes a nice barbecue. The hallway exploded in flame. Luckily, Gary had made the walls stone to prevent fires, so the hallway didn't collapse. Once again Trey saw that the boy had survived somehow, though he had been very roughened up. He did a back flip and landed next to Trey. "Kevin, How did you learn to do that?" Trey asked bluntly. The brown haired boy dusted off his shirt and scratched the back of his. "If you believe it, I read how to fight scores of people on a cereal box." "What cereal?" Duplica asked, thinking it was pretty humorous. "Charms of Luck." Kevin said. (A/N: I can do it too!) "Well, you have a lot of dumb luck." "Naw, I just have a lot of dumb skill," Kevin replied briskly. Kevin had probably the greatest amount of luck Trey had ever seen. Kevin ran back into the massing crowds, this time Duplica and Trey followed. Kevin slew his opponents by his trusty dagger. Duplica stayed back, using Ditto as a very large machine gun. The wave of Rockets never stopped. We fell back. Then we went into a run. I took action. "You two go. I can hold them." "Trey, don't be some hero…" Duplica began. "Go!" They obliged. (Change POV) Duplica had the idea to disguise ourselves so we could escape. I had no idea what she meant. "No." I said for the fifth time after her preposition. "You don't even have enough materials!" I was wrong. Duplica pulled out an item storage system and materilized some costumes. "You were saying?" Before I could turn to run her ditto turned into cement on my feet. "Ok, Kevy, time to have some fun." "I think this is time for a blackout." Duplica was already prepared. (Ten minutes later…) "Gaaaaa!" I said staring at my appearence. In front of me were two Duplicas. The thing is I didn't know which was me. "Perfect." Duplica said giving me an smile. I was still trying to remove the disguise, which due to Duplica's masterful skill wouldn't come off. "Ok, the plan is for you to be me and run around. I'll find someone to imatate and we'll meet back here in two hours." I agreed with her plan. Running out I saw Trey fighting against twelve Rocket grunts with brass knuckles. I decided to help, a decision I would regret. As I ran to his aide two rocket elites came up. "Hey girl, prepare for trouble!" A male said. "Yea, and square it to the tenth power!" A female with glasses added. "Team Rocket, knows the answers!" The man said. "Prepare to meet your creator!" The woman clicqued I decided to play along. "Right…" "Hey, Perro you think this girl is insulting us?" the female said. "Yeah, such a stupid girl," Perro said. "I'm not a girl," I said defiantly. "Sure, you just look like that for fun," Perro said again. "Anyway…Team Rocket is super bright," The woman continued. "Read now, or prepare to write, write, write!" Perro finished while shaking a notepad. Oddly, a Voltorb came out of a pokeball. "BAM!!!" The Voltorb exploded, throwing the two idiot Rockets to the ground. Luckily, I had avoided the explosion. I crept over to their bodies and snapped their necks, giving them a painless death. "That was the worst motto I've ever heard…" "Hey you!" I turned around and I saw two Rockets coming toward me, each one wearing the uniform of an Elite. They were fast. Before I knew it, everything went black. (Change POV) From the corner of my eye I saw Duplica fall limp on the ground. Two elites were laughing. I started to run over to her body, but grunts surrounded me. One of the grunts pulled out a stun gun and shot me. The last thing I remembered was being dragged…away… ****** TBC… -Kevin G.