Note: I do not own Pokemon or any of its characters. What I do own is this story. No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure. Percy Bysshe Shelly It was as if she was looking through a window and into hell. What she saw was beyond words. She was standing in the middle of the road looking at the horror being unfold before her like something from a nightmare. The city lay in ruins. It looked like World War Two all over again. Devastation stretched as far as the eye could see. Buildings fumed with hungry flames. Many apartments, stores, and houses have collapsed, while others were still in the process of crumbling to the ground like sandcastles. Clouds of smoke filled the air. It burned the eye and made it almost impossible to breathe. The devastated scene created a ravaged picture of death, destruction and despair. The girl was stunned to silence. Besides the destruction of the city, the streets were painted with blood. It was smeared and splattered against everything. It streamed down the road like a river and into the gutters. It was everywhere and covered nearly everything. It almost looked as if someone had taken a gigantic bucket of blood and splashed it over the city. Then there were the bodies- human and pokemon. They lay scattered across the streets like broken toys. Some body parts were still twitching. The sight of it made her want to vomit. She heard people screaming and wailing in agony, but she saw no one. Her eyes searched the source of the cries, but instead found a shadow looming behind her. Fear clogged her throat. She could not move, nor could she scream. Her body was frozen stiff with terror. The shadow reached for her. This time she screamed, and screamed and screamed… OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo She woke gasping for air. Sweat dripped down the sides of her clammy face. Her heart thundered in her chest. Where was she? It was dark. She couldn’t see a thing. It was as if someone had placed a cloth over her eyes. The girl pushed herself forward, then screamed when she felt the excruciating pain. It surged through her body like an electric current, burning inside her chest like a petrol bomb. She fell back and cringed in agony. A few seconds passed, then a few minutes. Slowly the pain began to subside. She kept her eyes closed and tried to steady her breathing, until finally her heartbeat had slowed down to a steady beat. She opened her eyes once more. It was still dark, but after a few seconds she started to make out the shadowy shapes of a chair and a desk standing near a closed door. She realized that she must be inside a room, but she couldn’t remember how she had gotten there. At that very instant, memories of the Gourak returned to her like a slap across the face. Still, she couldn’t figure out where she was. The Gourak would have taken her straight back to Blackhall. But this wasn’t Blackhall, she was certain of it. And if this wasn’t Blackhall, then where was she? The girl decided to try for a second time to push herself up, this time however, she did it slowly and with extreme caution. She felt a sharp stab in her chest and paused. She looked down at herself, realizing for the first time that she was lying naked in the bed with only a thin blanket to cover her. She also noticed that her chest and left arm had been bandaged. Her eyes spotted something lying on the table. It looked like it could be her clothes that someone had neatly folded up. Very slowly, the girl painfully managed to get out of the bed. She took a few moments to wait for the pain to subside, before she carefully made her way across the room towards the table. It felt as thought hours have passed before finally she had reached the table. She was right. It was her clothes. As carefully as she could, she managed to dress herself. Her eyes stung with tears as she fought against the incredible pain firing up inside her body. Every little movement she made felt as though someone was using a sledgehammer on her body for target practicing. Dizziness swept over her. She grabbed hold of the chair to steady herself. Taking a slow, deep breath, she focused on the door. The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor behind the closed door. Panicked, her body tensed in response. She immediately regretted it. The pain returned tenfold. Gasping in agony, she lost her balance and crumbled to the floor with a shriek. The door burst open and before she could even think to act, a pair of strong arms swept her off from the ground and carried her back to the bed. She was placed down gently and covered once more underneath the warm blanket. The girl was too busy trying to pray the pain away, that she hadn’t noticed the mysterious figure stick the needle into her arm. Drowsiness took over her mind, and soon she was welcomed back into the arms of darkness. The figure looked down at the girl. Her pained expression relaxed. She looked calm again, like a baby, sleeping peacefully and without a care in the world. The figure pulled the needle out, before turning his attention back to the girl. She was a striking woman, even with the bruises that covered her body. The girl reminded him of someone he had once known long ago. Forcing his thoughts away from his depressing memories, he looked at the purple outline of the bruise around her neck. It looked as if could have been the result of a chain of some sort, but he couldn’t be certain. Then there were the golden bracelets on each of her wrists. It had strange engraving carved out on it. He knew of only one place where such symbols could be found…Blackhall. Others call the place the “Dead Zone.” They had given the place that specific name, because it was at that location where it had all begun. It was at that particular place where the world had changed forever, nearly eleven years ago. All the daemon-like creatures came from that place. No one dared to go near it. Those who have, have never returned. No one alive has ever seen the place and lived to tell the tale, no one, except him. It was a secret he wasn’t about to reveal to anyone. This was the one secret he would take to his grave. It had scarred him for life, but the past was the past. There’s no going back, and no changing it. He will face his daemons when the time comes, and when that day comes, hell won’t even be able to hide those bastards who took away everything that mattered to him. “Ash?” Someone said from behind. The young man turned around. It was Erica. She had her long blue hair tied into a ponytail. She had on dark red pants, with a matching red top, with the words, JRO written in black across her left breast. It stood for Junior Ranking Officer. She was the new young officer at Gritchin, the underground offices of the River Lights, the rebels of the eastern part of the country. All together there were four rebel groups. Although their names differ, they all fell under the central control of FU, the Freedom Union. The Freedom Union consists of the River Lights, the Jokers, the Eagles and the Panthers. Each group consists of three or four counsel members. They were charged with making decisions and directing a specific rebel group. They weren’t the ones doing the fighting. They were the ones who said where, when, who and how. They in fact, form the basis of the FU. They report directly to the FU committee board, and is considered to be the most powerful in their position regarding their place in the FU. Apart from the counsel members, each group also have a few high ranking officers, junior officers, elementals, regular soldiers and a few weapon specialists and defense specialists. Together they form the specific rebel group. Each position within the group is interrelated to the others. Everyone worked together and did their duty for the greater good. “Is everything okay?” He asked with a frown. Erica shook her head. “Everything is just fine. I just wanted to see how our guest was doing. Is she going to be okay?” She asked peering past Ash at the sleeping girl. Ash looked back and studied the girl’s peaceful features. “She’s going to be fine. Just found her lying on the floor a minute ago. Gave her another shot. I think by tomorrow she’ll be fully awake to tell us who she is. Erica nodded. “I’m glad. It’s been two days since you brought her. I was beginning to think she might never wake up.” Ash said nothing. He had stayed by her side for the past two days for two reasons. One, he was the only one who seemed to know how to heal her. Two, he was the only one who could protect them if the girl turned out to be a Blackhall Elite, although he doubted that very much. But experience has also thought him that looks could be very, very deceiving. Just three years ago they had an incident where a small boy, about ten years old, was found wandering in the woods. The Eagle scouts had picked him up and had taken him to their hideout. It turned out that the boy was not even a boy at all. He was in fact a creature from the “other world.” The child-like daemon had killed over thirty people, including five children, before they finally managed to kill it. It was because of that incident, that new protocols were installed. He was a Master Elemental, and just about the only one who could kill a daemon without any assistance. He had assigned himself to watch over the girl, and will keep watching over her until he was satisfied that she wasn’t a danger to the people, before he takes her to the colony. Just then someone came to an abrupt halt besides Erica, breathing heavily. It was private Andrew. “Sir,” he started to say between breaths, “We’ve got a situation.” Ash straightened. “What kind of situation?” “Rogues sir. Rogues were spotted heading towards Feron. They’ve counted at least twelve.” Ash turned his attention to Erica. “Stay here and keep an eye on her.” Erica nodded in response. “Andrew,” Ash said turning back to the soldier. “Get the team ready within five minutes. Tell them to meet me at the crossing in ten.” “Yes sir,” Andrew replied before turning on his heels and hastily hurried away. Ash glanced back at the girl. What are Rogues doing in this part of the island? OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO It was still dark when she woke for the second time. Something had awakened her. It was an overwhelming feeling that something terrible was about to happen. She thought herself blessed and cursed with this ability that she had. Many time before had it warned her and saved her from the clutches of unwelcome guests, but it also meant she was constantly aware of the sickening feeling of what was going to happen either to her, or to those close around her. The feeling that she got was hard to describe. It wasn’t just a normal chill that creeps down one’s spine. This was something altogether different. This feeling was something that could only be understood if one had gone through it before. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, nor was it a prickling of senses. It was real, and quite terrifying. It starts off when a sickening smell, so strong that it completely chokes one’s senses, wraps around you like a spider wrapping its victim in a cocoon with its sticky web. The smell is so strong that the first few times when it had happened to her, she could not help but vomit with disgust. It was the one thing she had never gotten used to, even if it had happened countless of times before. The smell never fades. Only when the threat had been eliminated or gone away does the smell disperse. But the smell isn’t the only thing that happens. Various kinds of things have happened to her before. She could never figure out the precise thing that will happen to her, but what she did manage to figure out, was the three types of warnings that left her completely drained and exhausted with pain. There was the one time when the warning sensation was so terrible, that it almost chocked her to death. Till this day it had only happened to her once and she had never seen the thing that could have been so vile and evil, that it nearly killed her without doing something to her. She still remembered that day as if it had happened yesterday. They had placed her in “The Hole,” which was a place so dark that it gave black a whole new meaning, as a way of tormenting her further if she had made the Dark Knight unhappy for some reason or another. It was the one place she would remember for the rest of her life. It had scarred her emotionally and nothing in this world would ever be able to heal that wound. She would live the rest of her remaining life with what had happened to her while she was in the “Hole.” It was those images that kept her awake many a night. That specific day, there had been something with her inside the pitch black hole. Till this very day she still gets shivers just thinking about it, even if it had happened nearly three years ago. Whatever that thing was, and even if it never touched her, the feeling that she got from it was so revolting and so horrendous, that she nearly died that day. In all her life as a prisoner at Blackhall, she could not fathom what it could have been. Whatever that thing had been, it was pure evil. There was noting remotely good about it. And the worst part of it all was that she could feel it longing for her. It had wanted her, but why it never took her; she will never know and glad she didn’t have to find out. The second thing that had happened to her a few times before, was that while the smell wrapped around her like a blanket on a cold winter’s night, her body would freeze. She would be completely helpless for a few minutes. It was as if something took over her body and left her helpless like a newborn babe. Thankfully this too has only happened to her a handful of times. The most common thing that happens to her on a regular basis is the headaches she gets. These headaches vary in degree. Sometimes a healer has to be brought to her to help her recover, other times it was only a mild ache that faded once the danger has passed. This was what she had right now. The headache wasn’t too severe, but it was bad enough that it woken her from her sleep. For a few seconds she kept her body still, focusing her attention on the darker spot on the ceiling. It helped sometimes, if she focused her attention on something, to minimize the pain that accompanied the warning. The smell was horrible. She tried to focus all her attention on the smudge, but had little success. The smell only grew stronger. The girl started to push herself up, when an all too familiar pain shot through her arm and chest. Vaguely she recalled what had happened to her earlier. Just too confirm her memory that it did in fact happened to her, she looked down at herself and could still see the bandage underneath her clothes. The feeling grew stronger, and with it the smell. The girl ignored the pain as she forced her body to get out of the bed. Pain was the least of her worries. Whatever it was that was causing the terrible smell, it was getting stronger, and that meant it was getting closer. If it was looking for her, she’d rather be prepared than be caught by surprise. She walked towards the closed door. She had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there, but she couldn’t wait for something to happen. She had learned to survive in the harshest of environments. She was going to survive now. She was only a few steps away from the door, when it unexpectedly flung open and a blue-haired girl rushed it. When the blue-haired girl saw her, her expression was that between surprise and dismay. The last part she was sure wasn’t because of her, but whatever was approaching them. The blue-haired girl snapped out of her trance and closed the door and locked it with a silver key. “Quickly,” she directed. “Follow me.” She watched the blue-haired girl walk towards a wardrobe that stood in the corner of the room, which she hadn’t up until now, noticed before. The girl opened its doors to reveal a passageway. “Quickly,” she said with urgency. “We don’t have much time left.” The blue-haired girl disappeared into the wardrobe. For a second longer she could only stare at the opening in which the girl had disappeared. The ache inside her head began to pound. She realized at that point that she’d rather take her chances with the mysterious blue-haired girl, than wait for whatever was coming towards them. As quickly as she could, she followed the girl and vanished into the dark passageway behind the wardrobe. It was dark for a few minutes, but as she made her way slowly down the tunnel, she became aware of a light not too far away. She tried to hurry her steps. She couldn’t afford getting lost in a strange place with an enemy approaching. The light drew nearer. At last she found herself inside a small room, lit only by two burning torches, one which was in the blue-haired girl’s hand. “Here, take this one,” she said handing the other torch to her. “If we want to get out of here alive, we’d better get a move on.” She could only nod in response. The blue haired girl searched for something against the wall with her free hand. She found what she was looking for and pressed her palm against the damp stone. In that instant the wall opened to reveal an underground cavern. Although it was dark, she could hear the sound of a steam flowing nearby. “Stay close to me,” the blue-haired girl said glancing back over her shoulder. She followed the girl inside just before the secret door closed, leaving them completely alone and blocked off from the outside world. They walked for a few minutes until the blue-haired girl paused. It seemed like she was looking for something. “There,” she said out loud. She followed the girl’s lead until they came to a halt by the stream. To her surprise she realized that there was a boat waiting for them. “This is it,” she said. “Let’s go before they find us.” The blue-haired girl climbed into the boat and motioned for her to follow. She got in after her and waited while the other girl started the engine. “Let’s get out of here, shall we?” she said. Just as they started to speed down the river, a loud thundering noise rocked the tunnels. The entire cave began to tremble. Rocks began to fall down from the roof. “Hold on!” she heard the girl shout. Another explosion shook the cave. Terror gripped her throat and the terrible smell grew to the point where it became unbearable. Please God. Please don’t let it catch us. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Another explosion shuddered through the burning, two-story building, before the front concrete wall collapsed, taking part of the roof with it. A man stood in front of the blazing building. He was dressed in old army clothes. His sleeves had been rolled up to reveal a tattoo of a dragon, which covered most of his upper muscular arm. The GI-JO man stared into the flames as if he was waiting for something. His bold head appeared to shine as the flames danced across his unsympathetic features. A scar ran down his left eye and across the corner of his mouth. It was the result of an incident that had taken place a few years back. A strange howling sound erupted through the night air. The man straightened and listened more carefully. Another howl was heard, followed shortly by yet another. The man smiled. It wasn’t long before three black shapes emerged from the burning building, each dragging something along with it. The tree creatures eagerly rushed to their master. They dropped their quarry and happily wagged their long, thick bushy tails. The creatures were like something from a horror film. There was evidence that a small part of them appeared wolf-like, although they weren’t wolf at all. The three creatures were three times the size of an average wolf, with sharp fangs sticking out from either side of their mouths. Their bodies were as hard as iron and covered completely with a thick layer of black fur. Spikes, about the length of a human hand, ran down the beasts’ spine. They truly were a terrifying sight, but the man loved his pets. The GI-JO man turned to look at what the bloodhounds have brought him. It was three humans, two of which were still alive. “Good boys,” the man said and patted each of his three beasts’ heads. The two survivors whimpered in fear. “Please,” the one started to beg. “Please don’t hurt us.” “Hurt you?” the massive man mocked. “Why I wouldn’t dream of hurting you?” The other man, who hasn’t said anything, curled himself into a ball and began to cry. This seemed to amuse the tattooed man even more. He bent down and grabbed the whimpering man by his shirt, pulling him to his feet. The man started to wail even more. “Please,” he also started to beg. The tattooed man turned the whimpering man around who suddenly began to scream. His face went white with horror. Two of the creatures were busy ripping the dead man’s body to pieces. The third creature had its eyes locked on him. “Please,” he cried out. The tattooed man began to bellow with laughter. “Pleeeeease.” He mocked again. The second man on the ground suddenly leaped to his feet and started running away. The tattooed man laughed even harder. “Go get him,” he ordered the third bloodhound. The creature all too willingly jumped away. The man never even reached the tree, before the bloodhound crashed into him, tearing its sharp claws into the man’s back, and biting down and ripping flesh from the thrashing man’s body. It took a minute or so before the man’s screams faded to a strange gurgling sound, as he started to choke on his own blood. The big man gave another hearty laugh. “Isn’t she just gorgeous?” The whimpering man was frozen stiff with fear. His entire body trembled with horror. “I’ll tell you what,” the big man said with a crooked smile. “Tell me where the girl is, and I’ll let you go? How does that sound?” The man wailed even harder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he sobbed. “There was a girl inside that building,” the tattooed man said pointing to the smoldering building. “My pets have followed her scent to this place, so I know she had been here. Tell me where she is?” “I don’t know of any girl,” the man sobbed miserably. “They don’t tell me everything. I’m only the cleaner.” The tattooed man eyed the trembling man in his hands. “Then I have no more further use of you,” he said and held him toward the bloodhounds. “Wait!” the man shouted. The tattooed man paused. “What was that? You have something to say?” The man nodded. “I-I know where she might be?” “I don’t want to know where she might be. I want to know where she actually is!” The man visibly shrank back in fear. “There’s an-an old factory a few miles down the river. Everyone’s supposed to go th-there. If sh-she was here, th- then they would have taken her to that place.” The tattooed man stared hard into the man’s face. “Then I believe you.” The small man began to sob with relief. The big man dropped him to the ground and turned away. He had only taken two steps when he glanced back over his shoulder. “Kill him,” he commanded the bloodhounds. The man’s eyes went wide with horror. “But you said-,” “I said I’d let you go. I never said anything about letting you go alive.” With that said he started to walk away, just as he heard the man scream in terror. The scream was cut short as the bloodhounds sank their teeth into the man throat, tearing and ripping him to shreds. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoO They have exited the cave about twenty minutes ago, and was now traveling down the river with dawn quickly approach behind them. It was going to be another warm and humid day. Neither has spoken a word since they have left the tunnels. At least the headache had faded to a mild throb. The smell, which was a great relief, had gone away, which meant that they were save for the time being. But that didn’t sooth her worries. She was almost certain that whatever it was back at the cave, had something to do with the Dark Knight. And if she was correct, it meant that they were most likely not out of harms way. “By the way, the name’s Erica,” the blue-haired girl suddenly said. She turned to find the girl called Erica smiling at her. “What’s your name?” she asked after a while when she didn’t receive a response. “Deena,” she replied at last. “Well nice to meet you Deena. Although I wished it hadn’t been under these circumstances.” Deena managed to force a fake smile. “Okay, now that we have been formally introduced, may I ask where on earth did you come from?” Deena wasn’t prepared to answer any questions, not truthfully in any case. If there was one thing life had taught her, it was that she must never trust anyone. If the Dark Knight was out looking for her, which she was certain he was, what would stop this girl or whoever she worked for, to hand her back over? She could not take that chance. “From a small village west from here,” she answered quickly. Erica thought for a moment. “That must be Lilak, right?” Deena nodded quickly. “That’s correct.” Erica nodded. “It’s a cute village. Been there only once in my life. Bought myself a dusty old bicycle, but gave it away to some poor kid who looked like he wanted it more than I did.” A few seconds of silence followed. “So what happened to you? I heard some creature attacked you?” “That is true. But I don’t know why or where it had appeared form,” she lied. I was out walking down the river when that thing suddenly showed up. I tried to fight back, but it was too powerful.” “But what were you doing so far away from Lilak?” Deena’s mind raced. “I was visiting an uncle of mine. He lives nearby.” She looked at Erica, but couldn’t decide whether she believed her or not. It didn’t really matter. Once they stopped, she planned on going her own separate way. “Where are we going?” she asked quickly before Erica could say anything else. “To the factory,” she replied. “It’s protocol. If an incident like this should happen, all individuals must take their designated escape route and meet up at the old factory. Lucky for you, I was close to you’re room.” “I’m glad that you were,” Deena replied, and she meant it. “So, do you know what it was? Erica looked confused for a moment, before she understood what Deena had meant. “I don’t have a clue. But whatever it was, it wasn’t something we would have been able to handle on our own, not with most of the team dispatched to Feron in any case.” “And the explosion?” “Oh that. That’s also part of protocol. The building or hideout is to be destroyed before an enemy overpowers us. It’s to be done to ensure that any information about us or the rest of the colony will never be discovered. It’s only meant to be used in extreme cases. I guess this was one of them.” Deena could see that Erica was troubled by it. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Erica looked surprised. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything. It’s not like it was your fault.” Deena felt a piercing pain in her heart. She knew it was her fault. “We’re here,” Erica said before she could dwell too deep into her guilt. Deena looked up. The roof of an old abandoned factory barely peeked out above the highest tree top. She felt her heart began to race once more. She didn’t feel safe here. They were still too close to the enemy, although they were a good few miles away. Still, she knew how the Dark Knight operated. He won’t stop until he got what he wanted. “Guess, we’re the first to arrive,” Erica said as she jumped out of the boat as it came near the riverbank. Deena followed. “Are we safe here?” She questioned. “Of course we are. It won’t be long now before the rest of River Lights arrive. All we have to do is sit back and relax.” Deena looked doubtful. She wanted to leave, but felt obligated to help this woman who had risked her life to help her. The least she could do was stay until she felt another warning. Until that happens, she’ll stay put and wait for whoever is supposed to arrive, and then she’ll leave. Deena started to walk after Erica. Her body ached in pain. Now that the danger had passed, she became aware of how tired and sore her body really was. Though, strangely enough, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had an hour ago. But that didn’t mean she felt any better. She could still use some rest. She found a grassy spot underneath a tree and sat down with caution. Relieved, she leaned back and took a few deep breaths. For the first time, since her escape, she dared to let her guard down for a little while. “Here, drink this,” Erica said walking over to her and handed her a bottle of water. Deena gratefully took the water and hungrily drank down the cool liquid. “Thank you,” she said and handed back the empty bottle. “No worries. Now all we have to do is sit back and relax. The others will be here shortly.” Erica turned back to the factory. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Just going to check something out.” Deena could only nod. She didn’t care, as long as she could rest her aching body for a few minutes. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Sometime later she was woken up by somebody who was gently, but with certainty shaking her. Her eyes fluttered open. For a moment she was confused by where she was and who it was that was crouched down in front of her. Then it hit her. The rotten smell of flesh raked her senses. She almost vomited, but she forced her nausea to the side as her head began to throb in agony. She had fallen asleep, and because of her carelessness she had led herself into a deadly trap. “Shuu,” Erica motioned with her finger. “Follow me,” she said and quietly turned away. Deena slowly forced herself to her feet, cursing herself all the way for being so reckless. She followed Erica along the side of the factory wall, before she suddenly paused. Wherever Erica was going, she was heading straight towards the danger. She could feel it. “Erica,” Deena whispered with urgency. Erica didn’t seem to hear her. “Erica,” she called again, this time a bit louder. Erica stopped and turned around with a frown. “What?” she asked. Deena shook her head. “Not that way,” she started to say. Don’t go that way.” “Why not?” Erica whispered back. Before she could answer, her eyes locked on three, no, four dark shapes emerging from the forest. Fear fired up in her chest. She stopped breathing. All she could manage to do was stare at the figure behind Erica. Erica followed Deena’s gaze and gasped. “What the-,” But she couldn’t finish her sentence. She was at a loss for words. “Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” The muscular man said breaking the silence. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Erica reached for something in her pocket, but before she came even close to revealing what she had in her pocket, a brilliant red light flashed. The next thing Deena saw, was Erica crumbling to the ground in a heap. “A-a-a,” The muscular man replied shaking his head. “Let’s not make this any harder that it already is,” he said looking back at Deena. “Come quietly and I’ll spare your little friend’s life, or, I kill her and take you back the hard way? Now what shall it be?” He asked petting the head of the bloodhound closest to him. Deena swallowed the fear in her throat. What should she do? “Time’s running out.” Deena looked down at Erica and clenched her fists in anger. Another lesson she has learned the hard way over the years, was that anyone with evil intentions, never spoke the truth. “Why, I thought you liked to play rough,” Deena said challenging him. She was scared to death, but she also knew if she gave up now, everything would be lost. She had to at least give it a shot. The big man rumbled with laughter. “If I’m not mistaken, that sounded like a challenge to me? You know I can’t resist a challenge Misty.” Deena frowned. He had called her by another name. Why? She didn’t have time to ponder about it. The big man rushed towards her with incredible speed. With a roar he jumped towards her. Deena ducked away just in time and spun around ready for the next attack. She was aware of her aching arm and chest, but she forced her thoughts to focus on defeating the general. The general, also known as the Fire general, was one of the seven generals who worked personally for the Dark Knight himself. They were his own war toys who obeyed his every command and who left a path of destruction as far as they went. This general was known for his merciless acts. He has killed countless of men, woman and children, because of the thrill he received from it. He was addicted to torture and killing. And that wasn’t all that he did. The fire general was known to rape his victims: men, woman and children, after he has killed them. She had witnessed it countless times before. If there was one thing that she could have, then it would be the general’s head on a platter before she throws it to the pigs. He was nothing but a monster, and he knew it. “Come now, let’s make this fun,” he said with a grin. Deena raised her good arm. She began to speak in a strange language. This seemed to excite the fire general. He did the same thing. A blue ball of crackling energy appeared in her fist and a red one in his. “Shall we,” she asked? The fire general grinned. They both released the energy at the same moment. The two balls of energy collided with one another, their impact released a shockwave that send both Deena and the fire general flying backwards. Deena quickly recovered and got to her feet. There was a cloud of dust in the air. She couldn’t see her opponent. Her eyes spotted something, but she reacted too late. The general rushed through the dust cloud and slammed into Deena, sending them both to the ground. Deena cried out in pain and tried to break free, but the General had her pinned securely to the ground. “Playtimes’ over,” he started to say. “Now let’s have some real fun,” he finished with a smile and pressed his lips over her mouth. Overcome with horror, she struggled madly against his iron grip. Tears streamed down the sides of her cheeks. The general broke free and Deena gasped for breath. “Let’s see what the Master sees in you?” he said and brought his one hand down and onto her breast. Deena screamed in dismay, but her screams were smothered by his mouth. She felt his tongue force its way into her mouth. With all her might she bit down. The general instantly drew back in pain. “You bitch,” he said raising his arm, preparing to backhand her across the face. Deena could only watch in terror as his hand came down. To her complete surprise, something grabbed hold of the general’s wrist. In a powerful motion he was flung backwards, away from her. Deena hurriedly gathered herself and got back up to her feet on shaky legs. Her eyes fell on a new figure standing nearby. A small bulbasaur stood by his side. The general quickly regained his composure. “Who dares to interfere?” He roared in fury. He too looked at the new figure. His eyes widened with horror. “You!” He cried in disbelief. “How can this be?” The stranger ignored the general and calmly walked to where Deena stood. “You okay?” he asked. Deena managed a nod. “Good,” he said and turned back to face the general. The three bloodhounds have surrounded him, snarling at growling at him for hurting their master. “Now, it’s my turn to have some fun,” the stranger replied with deadly determination in his eyes. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO And so ends another chapter! Hope you enjoyed this one. I’ll start working on the next chapter as soon as I can. Just need to finish some other “important” work! Oh, and from the next chapters on, other familiar characters will join in on the fun. Till next time! Lielie ;-D