Creatures of the Night

Chapter Four

By Crow Skywalker

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Disclaimer – I don't own Pokemon, nor do I claim to. Characters belong to their creators, I'm just borrowing them for my own fun.

Author's Notes – Err…this actually turned out a lot longer than expected, but oh well. I hope the battle scene isn’t too bad – I did try my best. Anyway, I would like to thank everyone who’s reviewed and told me this is a good fic and so on. It means a lot to me, and I hope you’ll continue to enjoy the fic as it goes on :)

Other Notes – AU. Rated R for dark and sexual themes, blood, violence and all that good stuff. Can't have a vampire fic without it, now can I? Normally I would put the pairings here too, but I feel that it would ruin the story/plot. You've been warned.

Summary – During the day, Celadon City is full of people and pokemon alike. At night, they aren't the only ones roaming the streets.

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They stared out the windshield, heads ducked as they looked over the building just inside the chain linked fence a few feet away from the parked car. It was large, obviously used as some sort of factory in the past. Now, however, it seemed to be an empty warehouse that no one had entered in years. It hadn’t been taken care of properly, and even in the darkness of the night one could see the broken windows, the peeling paint, and the roof of the building looked like it was about to collapse in on itself. Anyone would have to be crazy to enter such a place.

“Let’s go.” Came Gary’s harsh whisper from the passenger’s seat of the car, and the brown haired man reached for the door handle. Ash immediately grabbed him, his eyes flashing red in the darkness of the car, clearly a warning.

“We can’t just waltz in there without a plan,” Ash told him in an equally quiet voice, his fingers still digging into the sleeve of Gary’s jacket. When the man shifted under his painful grip, Ash finally let go.

“I have a plan!” Gary smirked with a wink, grabbing something from his belt. He brought forth his gun, its shiny surface reflecting the moonlight coming in through the front windshield. Closing one eye, he pointed it towards Ash, his finger coming up to play with the trigger. Ash watched him, bemused, as the other man smirked, made a clicking noise with his mouth, and moved the gun upwards as if he had just fired.

“Your plan consists of just running in there and shooting up the place,” Ash said dryly, reaching out to shove Gary’s gun away from his face. He had no time for the other man’s silly games right now, especially when the enemy was so near. He was so close to ending all of this!

“What’s wrong with that?” Gary frowned.

Ash ran his hands through his long ebony locks in an irritated gesture. Once again, he questioned how he had let May and Professor Oak talk him into bringing his rival with him on this mission. Gary was impossible to work with! He didn’t follow orders, didn’t make plans, and he relied on his gun too much!

“Because this isn’t a normal mission, Gary!” Ash frowned at him in the darkness, “That,” he pointed out the passenger side window, “Is an old building, and I plan on leaving it the way it is. No burning it down, shooting the roof off, or whatever you usually do! This is serious! We need a plan to get in there, okay? If this is the place, then it’s going to be loaded with vampires and only God knows what.”

For once, Gary was quiet for a moment, and he nodded in agreement. “Fine. A plan to get in, huh? Well that’s done easily enough.” He knocked a pair of glasses that had been sitting on his head down onto his face, using his index finger to slide them up the bridge of his nose. He squinted through the glasses for a few minutes, leaving Ash to stare at him in wonderment.

Finally, he asked, “What are you doing?”

Gary glanced at him with his trademark smirk. “These are a new invention of Gramp’s. They’re night vision goggles, without the bulk. He calls them Night Shades; they come in pretty handy. When we enter that building, I’ll actually be able to see what we’re doing.”

“That’s nice and all,” Ash rolled his eyes, “But what are you looking at?”

Gary didn’t answer at first. Instead, he looked out the window one last time before he reached up and took the shades off his face, perching them back up on his head in their original place. “There’s no guards,” he finally stated.

Ash furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“The doors – they’re not being guarded.” Gary spoke again, flashing Ash an annoyed look.

Ash frowned, looking for himself. With his enhanced vision he could see the entrance perfectly, despite the distance and the darkness of the night. Gary was right, there was no guard at all. “They’re probably waiting for us.”

“Well then, let’s not keep them waiting!” Gary grinned, and once again he made a grab for the door handle. This time Ash wasn’t quick enough to stop him, and Gary was out of the car in a blink of an eye, his dark clothes molding him into the darkness.

Ash swore under his breath, bringing his own gun from his belt and getting out on his side of the car. He made sure the door closed behind him without much noise, and looking around he searched for Gary. He found the other man already walking towards the entrance, in plain sight of anyone who might see him. Ash growled, a low rumbling noise deep in his throat, as he followed the other man, his eyes narrowed in anger and frustration.

It was cold out, despite the fact that it was late Spring and Summer was almost on its way. Ash paid no attention to this, though he knew the bitter cold bothered Gary. That was one reason why Gary had chosen to wear such a warm coat; his layered leather jacket that he usually wore during the Winter season. Ash, on the other hand, had chosen to stick with his usual outfit, which consisted mainly of black clothing, accompanied by a long black leather duster. If it weren’t for the whiteness of his face and hands, he would have blended in with the night. Tonight, however, was a full moon, making it next to impossible to do so.

Looking up, Ash frowned as he took the sight in. The pale white moon hung low in the sky at its fullest, lighting up the earth as if there were streetlights above him. To Ash, the full moon was nothing to be taken lightly – he had died during a full moon, after all – but usually a full moon was something to dread. The nasties of the night often showed themselves more frequently during these few rare days of the month. This was what worried him.

Dropping his gaze, he studied Gary as the other man held up his gun, his glasses now down on his eyes once again. Gary usually had his gun up, waving it around just in case something snuck up on him, so this was nothing new. Ash caught up to him as he stopped outside the front entrance, his gun in one hand as he looked over the large metal door.

With a grin, Gary turned to him. “Wanna do the honors?”

“Not particularly.”

The grin melted, and a frown replaced it. Even with the shades on, Ash knew the other man was glaring at him. “Do it anyways.”

“I meant what I said, Gary – we just can’t barge in there!” Ash tried to tell him again, but it was no use. Gary was already searching his pockets for a light, TNT of some sort held in his empty hand and his gun in the other. With a sigh of frustration, Ash marched forward and pushed Gary out of the way. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Ash shifted his duster, gripping his gun tightly in one hand as the night breeze picked up. In one fast movement he kicked out at the door, his jacket billowing around him as his foot connected with the old metal. The door caved in, flying backwards into the darkness of the building.

“Good job Ashy-boy,” Gary muttered quietly as he passed the vampire, “Next time just wake the whole building up with your loud door kicking skills!”

Ash glared at Gary’s back, shifting his gun to his right hand as he entered the old abandoned human structure. His eyes immediately adjusted to the lack of light inside, and he saw Gary standing not too far away.

“What’s wrong, Gary? Afraid of the dark?” Ash mused, and before he knew it, Gary had his gun aimed at him once again.

“Fuck you, Ketchum!” The other man hissed, bringing his empty hand up to his face as his toyed with his glasses, “I just need to adjust these. I didn’t think it would be pitch black in here. Can’t they turn on the lights?”

“Vampires don’t need light,” Ash muttered as he passed Gary, his boots making soft clicking noises on the hard floor.

“Hmph,” Gary snorted behind him, muttering something that sounded like ‘you would know’ before he stopped picking at his glasses and followed after Ash into the darkness.

It seemed the main entrance lead into a small room that must have once been where the receptionist probably worked. In the corner of the room was an old desk, its drawers long emptied and spilled out onto the floor. As Ash looked around the room, he realized that teenagers had broken into the building at some point, because vulgar language and images had been spray painted on the walls.

“Nice decorating,” Gary commented from beside him. “Think the vampires did it?”

Ash sniffed the air, taking in the musty smell of the old room. “No, it’s so old even I can’t smell it anymore.”

There was a clicking noise as Gary lowered his gun, and from the corner of his eye Ash could see Gary looking in his direction. “You know,” Gary began, “I’m beginning to think that this was a false lead. There’s no guards, and no sign of any vampires. What’s the deal?”

Ash closed his eyes, taking in another deep breath. There was a moment of silence before he replied, “Oh, they’re here.”

Gary’s gun was instantly up again as he pointed it in every direction, turning around and causing dust to rise from the floor. “Where are they?”

“They’re waiting,” Ash replied quietly.

“For what?”

“For us to find them.”

Gary snorted, smiling as he lowered his gun slightly. “I see. Cowards. How many are there?”

“I can’t tell,” Ash admitted, “The smell of dust is blocking most of the smell. All I know is that there’s been vampires here, and recently at that.”

“Think it’s him?”

“It could be.”

“Well then,” Gary headed off to the right where the room led off into a hall, “Let’s play in their game of cat and mouse, just for a while.” He turned to Ash and flashed him a grin, “Then we’ll blow their heads off.”

“Somehow I don’t think its going to be that easy,” Ash answered, but Gary had already disappeared. He sighed and shook his head – that man was hard to keep track of. His coat sliding across the dusty floor and causing the dust to take to the air, Ash followed after Gary down the hall.

Pictures and boxes – that’s what mainly filled the hall. On either side of him hung old broken pictures, mainly pictures of things such as sunsets and ocean beaches. Some had fallen off their hooks and had crashed to the floor while others hung sideways, covered in old spray paint. On the ground, old boxes were laid here and there, most of them torn apart and their contents spelled all over the floor. Many of them had the corners eat away, a sure sign that mice had gotten into them.

Bending down, Ash lifted an old magazine from one of the many piles and lifted it, flipping the front page open. 1983, Saffron City. Ash almost laughed out loud. I was still roaming Viridian City back then.

“Hey fang head…stop reading porno and get your ass over here!” Gary’s voice came from somewhere down the hall, and Ash scowled. He let the magazine fall to the floor and walked passed the boxes, careful not to trip over any of them. He found Gary bent down, hovering over something.

“What is it?”

“Footprint of some sort.” Gary moved out of the way so that Ash could take a look, “What do you think?”

Ash bent down, taking up Gary’s spot as he studied the footprint in the dark hall, moonlight filtering in from a single window. The footprint was wide and long, the print making wavy lines in the dust. Ash put a finger down to it, rubbing his it across it and then lifting that finger to his nose. “Man’s shoe, I can tell that much from the print. It has no traces of its owner’s scent, however…just the usual rubber smell.” He stood, wiping his hand in his duster.

“I don’t care about that stuff,” Gary snapped, “What I want to know is, is it recent?”

“Yes.”

They moved on, leaving the hall to open a door off to the side. It was empty, except for some sort of plant growing up the side of the wall and a large filing cabinet that had fallen over and was now lying face down in the middle of the room. A large window, which had the glass broken out of it, let moonlight in to shine down on the floor, which was littered with old faded papers.

The next room they came across, just a few feet down the hall and to the left, was empty. It looked like more of a storage closet than anything else – with no window, desk or any other object to tell that it had once been a room. However, that could have possibly been because the floor had caved in at some point, and while Ash was curious, he was not willing to go to the edge of the hole to have a look.

They moved on, opening every door that they came to until it seemed like they had checked every room there was. Frustrated, Gary pounded his fist against the wall, his gun making an odd noise as it hit cement and jip rock.

“We’ve been looking for almost an hour, and we still haven’t found anything!”

Ash tilted his head, frowning at his rival. It was true, they hadn’t found one thing besides that footprint, and like Gary, he was beginning to get quite frustrated. “They have to be here somewhere – we have to keep looking.”

“We’ve looked everywhere!”

Ash stood silently for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. “This building is huge on the outside, meaning it definitely has more than one floor. Besides, we haven’t even come to the factory or storage area yet. There must be some sort of staircase here somewhere. Keep searching.”

They continued on their way, searching every dark corner and every room. Finally they came across a door that looked promising, and opening it up, Ash found two sets of stairs – one heading down, the other heading up.

So there’s three doors, Ash leaned against the doorway. This would mean..

“We have to split up,” Gary said before it could even register in Ash’s mind. Ash glanced at the other man.

“Up or down?”

Gary pushed past Ash, a smirk on his face. “I’ll take downstairs.”

Ash shrugged – it really didn’t matter to him – and started up the metal staircase as Gary started down the other. After a few minutes of stepping up stairs, he finally came to a large room that had obviously been used for storage. It was totally empty and a big hole in the ceiling allowed the moonlight to shine in, casting a white glow on the duty floorboards.

Ash stepped into the room, his gun held in one hand and ready for action. There was something odd about this room, something about the smell of it that he didn’t like. Sniffing the air, his eyes widened slightly in confusion.

It smells familiar…almost like…

A movement in the dark corner across the room, and Ash swung his gun in that direction, aiming at the shadows. The moonlight above made it a bit difficult to see in that direction, but Ash didn’t need to see in order to know that he wasn’t alone.

“Come out,” He ordered, his voice echoing in the large room.

Another shift in the shadows, and two dark figures appeared as if they had emerged from the darkness itself. Ash narrowed his eyes, keeping his gun aimed at them as they came forward silently. When they stepped into the moonlight, however, and their faces were revealed, Ash couldn’t help but hesitate.

“It’s been a while, Ketchum.” The figure on the left spoke, her voice feminine.

“Do you even remember who we are?” The other figure, obviously male, asked.

Ash lowered his gun, walking closer to them, but keeping his distance in the meantime. He knew these two figures very well – he had spent centuries with them, killing innocents and raiding villages. They had been the two of Geovanni’s minions who had took him in, taught him the ropes and how to be a proper vampire. A long time ago, he had thought them to be his best friends.

“Jessie, James,” he joined them in the moonlight, “How could I forget my favorite siblings?”

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His father was dead, his mother had lost her mind having heard of her husband and son’s dead and had been sent off to the asylum, and he’d been killed and was now one of them. Who wouldn’t have been angry? Especially now that they had a dark craving for death and destruction flowing through their veins? Ash had been taken in by Geovanni that night – he hadn’t known why he had let the vampire that had killed both he and his father take him, but at the time he was too shocked and confused to care.

They ended up in an old house, long abandoned by its inhabitants. Geovanni had shoved Ash into a dark room down in the cellar, and he had stumbled to the floor. He stayed there, sitting on his knees, for what seemed like days. He didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, and the only time he moved was when he shifted back and forth on his knees hugging himself tightly. He spoke only to himself, mumbling in a quiet voice as he moved.

He came out of his crazy like stupor three days later, the pain in his stomach driving him to stand and pace the room. He was hungry, the hungriest he remembered ever being, and he was growing frustrated. Angrily pounding on the door he yelled until someone came to get him.

The door opened to reveal a man who couldn’t have been much older than him, dressed in a dark suit. He had shoulder length purple hair and bright emerald eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. Ash stared at him silently, unsure of what to do or say.

“Come,” the man finally sai, and left the door open as he began to walk away. Ash stood there for a moment before deciding to follow, his eyes searching the small hallway outside his room as he trailed after the man in front of him.

They met with a woman further down the hall, and Ash regarded her silently. She looked about the man’s age and had long red hair, though that was about all he could tell about her. She didn’t even glance at him, just joined the strange man before him as they walked.

Going up a set of stairs, Ash found himself inside an empty house, which he didn’t remember entering before. Perhaps it was because he was half crazed at the time, or he really hadn’t cared when they had led him there. Now, he stood taking his surroundings in as the man and the woman walked across what seemed like the living room, talking quietly to someone Ash could not see.

“Bring him here,” A harsh voice sounded, and Ash’s head snapped up. He knew that voice!

The purple haired man came back, tilting his head and signaling Ash to enter. Ash did as he told, though somewhat hesitantly. He was not eager to meet the man who had killed both he and his father. He found that man sitting near the biggest window in the room, staring out into the night.

“I see you’ve finally snapped out of it,” Geovanni commented, not bothering to look at Ash.

Ash felt the anger burning inside him, but he said nothing.

Geovanni laughed, a sound that would have sent shivers down any normal person’s spine. “Your eyes burn with your frustration,” he grinned, looking at the ebony haired man, “I can tell from the shade of red your eyes have turned that you are angry. Perhaps eating will help control such emotions?”

Ash clenched his fists at his sides, his eyes turning an even brighter shade of red, though he had no idea what Geovanni was talking about.

“Jessie, James,” Geovanni nodded them to them and they stepped forward, “Take our new addition to the family and teach him to hunt.”

“Yes, Master,” they both bowed, taking hold of Ash and leading him from the room.

The night was young, and blood stained many cobble roads that night. Jessie and James hunted, and Ash learned as he watched, his stomach and nose driving him crazy as he watched Jessie and James dig their fangs into the necks of their victims, ripping their throats out and dining on the blood that flowed.

“Go, Ketchum,” Jessie had pushed him towards a homeless girl, and for a moment Ash could only stare at her curiously as she coward away from him, her eyes wide with fright.

Scared? He frowned, that frown suddenly turning into a wide grin as his eyes narrowed and his eyes glinting menacingly, she’s scared of me!

For once, Ash felt like he had power. People were scared of him – they would glance nervously as he passed, and when he went to hunt, they would scream and try to escape. He felt superior to these beings – their petty attempts to escape him made him laugh! Humans were weak, he was strong…and now, he had eternity to live his life, feeding off of their meaningless lives!

He caught the girl by the throat, and within seconds he had his fangs deep within the vein in her neck, and blood was flowing into his mouth like wine. And oh, the power it gave him! The thrill, the excitement of killing! He felt like he could do this forever!

Her blood drained, he threw her body to the cold damp ground, licking the last remains of her blood off his lips. Turning towards Jessie and James, he began to laugh, his eyes glowing hauntingly red in the darkness.

And it would be like this forever.

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“So you remember,” James grinned, and suddenly it felt like old times, just the three of them together, talking about whatever they felt like. However, it was not meant to last.

“I figured you’d forgotten all about us, considering your newest mission is to destroy our Master.” Jessie’s tone of voice told Ash that she was not pleased with that fact, and all he could do was shrug.

“I’m guessing this was all planned, and Geovanni isn’t here, is he?” Ash asked suddenly.

The other two vampires nodded, and James spoke, “We were sent here to kill you.”

Ash tilted his head, giving them an amused look. “Do you plan on going through with that order?”

A gun was suddenly in Jessie’s hand, and it was pointed at Ash’s head. “You know that we have no choice, Ash.”

Ash gave them a regretful smile, bringing his arms up. “Bring it on then.”

The battle began even before Ash could swing his gun hand around to aim at them, and Ash saw a bullet whiz past his head. “Nice aim.”

Jessie grit her teeth, “I won’t miss next time!”

It seemed like the reunion was officially over and it was down to business. Somewhere between Jessie firing and Ash’s comment, James had pulled out his own gun and was firing at Ash now as well. Ash was forced to take on the defensive, dodging bullets as fast as he could. James managed to hit him once in the shoulder, but he just barely got away from the rest.

Half closing one eye, Ash took aim and fired, rolling away from the flying bullets and taking aim once again as he got to his feet, always on the move. The first bullet he fired missed Jessie by inches, skimming by her hair and embedding itself into the wall far behind her.

Ash winced as another bullet flew past his ear. Where the hell is Gary when I need him?

As if on cue a bullet flew past Ash from behind, obviously not from either of the two vampires in front of him. It hit James in the stomach, but he didn’t even look as if it had hurt him. Looking over his shoulder, Ash was relieved to find that Gary had finally arrived.

Gary walked slowly into the room, his gun trained on either of the two enemy vampires. “Checked downstairs, there’s no one there.” He shot Ash a smirk, “Thought you might need my help up here, though, Ashy boy.”

James’ eyes narrowed, “What’s this, Ketchum? Hanging out with human scum these days, are we?”

Ash did not reply, raising his gun and firing at James once again. The battle continued like this, Ash taking on James as Gary took Jessie.

“I can’t believe you, Ketchum! You left us to defend humans?” James scoffed, firing another shot. It flew past Ash, and Ash fired a shot of his own.

“I’d rather protect humans any day then to bow down to my Master.” He spat the last word harshly in a disrespectful tone.

James kicked out at him, hoping to catch his hand and send Ash’s gun flying. “He created you! Show respect! You should bow down to the most powerful vampire in the world!”

Ash grabbed James’ foot, his gun tightly in his grip as he sent James flying backwards, firing shots at the other vampire as he fell. One hit James in the leg, but James was back on his feet within seconds.

“I bow down to no one!” Ash hissed as James fired and hit him close to his knee. Within seconds Ash was on his back, his feet having been swept out from underneath him. James grinned menacingly above him, gun aimed at Ash’s heart. “I’ve made my own life!” Ash said through clenched teeth, kicking James in the leg right where he’d hit him with a bullet.

James staggered, giving Ash time to get back on his feet. With one quick kick Ash sent James’ gun flying across the room and he aimed his own at James’ head. From where Jessie was battling Gary came a startled cry, and Ash glanced up to see that she had stopped and was now staring at him with wide eyes. She quickly raised her gun and pointed it at Ash, but Gary was quicker. With a click Gary pulled the trigger and the bullet flew at Jessie, embedding itself in the arm she used to hold her gun. She cried up, dropping it to the floor and hugged her arm close to her.

“Jessie!” James tried to sit up to get to her, but Ash used his foot to press him back down to the ground. James’ eyes glowed crimson in rage.

“You know I don’t want to do this,” Ash said quietly, “But you also know that I have no choice.” His finger began to pull back on the trigger.

“No!” Jessie screamed, taking a step towards them. Gary locked his gun on her, forcing her to stay still.

James gave Ash an amused look, a smile forming on his lips before turning into a wide grin. Ash hesitated, wondering what was going through the other vampire’s head. He watched as James lifted two fingers to his mouth, blowing on them and creating a whistling sound. Something was up – he kicked James in the side, causing the vampire to stop, but it seemed like it was too late. Something descended from above, and before he knew it he felt something rip through the flesh of his face and blood began to trickle to the floor. Ash staggered back in pain.

“Good job, Meowth,” he heard James say, though Ash had his hands over his face and couldn’t see what was happening.

Opening one eye, he ignored the blood flowing into it as he stared at the small cat like Pokemon that stood next to James, who was now standing. Ash cursed – he should have known that it wouldn’t be so easy to defeat those two!

“Arcanine, go!” Gary’s voice came from somewhere across the room and there was a swirl of heat as the massive fire dog appeared in the room. “If you’re going to include Pokemon in this battle, then I might as well join in on the fun!”

The blood in his eyes was too much to bear, and sinking to his knees, Ash tried desperately to wipe it away. He had to be able to see! He couldn’t lose to Jessie and James, not like this!

Ash, where are you?

Ash stopped rubbing at his face having heard the voice at the back of his head. Pikachu? Where are you? I told you to stay with May!

Pikachu ignored his trainer’s annoyance, instead answering, I’m downstairs! I’ll be up as soon as I find the stairs!

Ash groaned, feeling the blood on his hands and wiping them in his duster. Hurry.

“Arcanine, take down!”

“Meowth, Scratch!” Then, Jessie and James threw out their own Pokeballs, “Weezing, go!” “Arbok, go!”

The ground trembled as the large Fire Pokemon ran towards the three opposing Pokemon, and Ash half wondered if the floor would hold. It was an old building, after all, and the floor had caved in in quite a few places already.

“Pikachu!” The small electric mouse yelled, running through the door and into the room to its master. Seeing the state of Ash, Pikachu immediately bristled. Are you alright?

Yes, now go help Gary! Combine Thunder with Arcanine’s Fire Spin and let’s blow those idiots to kingdom come! Outloud, he shouted to Gary, “Use Fire Spin!”

Gary hesitated, looking at his wounded partner. “Why?”

“Just do it!” yelled Ash.

Gary did as he was told for once, barking, “Fire Spin, Arcanine!”

The dog like Pokemon growled, taking a fighting stance before a string of fire blasted from its mouth at the enemy Pokemon and their masters. At the same time Pikachu leapt onto the fire Pokemon, hunching its shoulders as it yelled “Piiiikkkaaacchhuuu!!!” and sent a powerful Thunder attack at them as well. Both attacks seemed to mold with each other, becoming a strong fire/electric attack.

The blast hit Jessie, James and their Pokemon head on and they disappeared within the crackling flames just as the floor started to shake and crack. Above them, the roof gave way and fell, hitting the flames below and causing the floor to give way beneath them. Soon, there was nothing left but a hole where they had been standing and an even bigger hole in roof then there had been to begin with.

Arcanine snorted, sending a blast of hot air to the ground and disintegrating dust in the process. Without looking back, it went to Gary, who petted its side before recalling it back into its Pokeball. Pikachu hopped down before this, running to Ash as the vampire got to his feet, blood smearing his hands and clothes. Ignoring Pikachu’s protests, he walked across the room to look down into the hole. Gary followed him.

“Think they survived that?” Gary asked, looking down into the darkness. Even with his shades on, nothing could be seen. They had probably fallen through the main floor as well and down to the basement.

“Probably,” Ash said dryly. He had seen them live past things worse than that.

“Should we go look for them and finish the job?”

Ash stared into the darkness for a moment before turning away and heading towards the exit. “No, our real enemy is Geovanni, and he’s not here. There’s no reason for us to stay.”

Gary nodded silently, walking away from the destruction.

To Be Continued…