********************* Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned Chapter XXIX Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga Chapter IX- Reunion ********************* The large shady hat Tom had tugged over his face darkened his face nicely. Wrapped up in his jacket with a handkerchief around his disgusting wound, no one could guess he was dead. It was a deserted street Tom and Sabre walked down, not a soul in sight. According to Sabre, this street was always like this at this time of day. Up ahead, further down the road, a gray trailer-truck was parked, it's end to a store window, as if ready to receive a delivery. Just then, a small blip of yellow flashed by the truck, another streak of yellow shooting at the store. "Whattaya' suppose that is?" Tom asked Sabre. "Looks like..." Sabre said, peering into the distance. Then, Sabre turned to Tom. "Tom, it's your Ampharos!" Sure enough, Ampharos was there, aiming a thunderbolt at the store, his blasts of electricity shooting through the store. It looked slim and tired, little bruises all over his face. "Ampharos!" Tom cried out. Ampharos turned his head, and saw Tom. "Pharos!" He screeched in joy. Tom and Ampharos ran toward each other, Ampharos leaping up into Tom's arms. Tom embraced his lost friend. "What the hell are you doing? Goddamn Pokemon..." A harsh voice said from the other side of the truck. Its owner slowly made it's way into Tom's sight. When the tall, black-dressed man saw Tom, his little cigarette dropped from his mouth. "No.no.you're supposed to be dead!" He said in disbelief. Tom smirked, and set Ampharos down onto the ground, just as Sabre caught up to him. "Correction," Tom said smugly, " undead. And you're a Rocket," Tom said, looking at the man's shirt, which sported a large red "R." The Rocket quickly dashed back from behind the truck, and then came back, carrying a large rifle. "I'll kill you myself then!" he snarled, aiming the two barrels at Tom, and pulled the trigger. Instinctively, Tom ducked his head inside his arms, the blast of the two speeding bullets knocking him off balance as they sped into his chest. Sabre and Ampharos screeched, and dove behind a nearby mailbox for cover. Tom regained his balance, and looked at his chest. Two big bullet holes had bored their way into him. The Rocket's lower lip trembled in fear. "What the hell are you?" he murmured, his voice shaking. Tom put his thumb into his mouth, and let out a heavy breath. The two bullets popped out of his body, and fell to the ground. "The Destroyer." Tom smirked, punching the Rocket in the nose. When the Rocket woke up, he was handcuffed to a lamppost, Tom and Sabre standing over him, blood dribbling from his nostril as a result of his broken nose. "Alright," the rocket snorted, "you have me. But I'm not telling you anything!" the rocket said indignantly. Tom then reached behind his back, and pulled out the rifle the rocket had fired upon him earlier. Tom aimed the rifle at the Rocket's face, one barrel per eye. The rocket swallowed. "Alright!" he squeaked, "What is it?" he murmured feebly. ****************** "Donphan, Rollout!" Tom commanded. Instantly, Dohphan curled up into a ball, and sped towards the Raticate, knocking him senseless onto the ground. The Rocket quickly zapped his Pokemon into his Pokeball, and scurried across the dark room against the wall. "Nice work, Donphan," Tom said, patting his Pokemon on the head. Donphan squealed in delight, loving his trainer's praise. "As for you," Sabre said, looking at the trembling Rocket, "you'll tell us where my friend's other Pokemon are," Sabre ordered. The Rocket defiantly shook his head. "Fine then." Sabre said as she pulled her single Pokeball from her belt. Opening it up, her Golem materialized from the red beam of light streaming from the ball. Instantly, the Golem charged at the Rocket, and squeezed him in a bear hug. "If you don't tell us where they are, my Golem here will blow himself up with a Selfdestruct." Sabre said, threatening the Rocket. Again, the rocket refused. "Golem, light his ass up," Sabre said. "Okay okay!" the rocket yelped, seconds away from being blasted. ******************* Hitmonlee wiped the blood from his sharp toes. "Vileplume skulls are sure hard," Hitmonlee thought, reflecting on his fight against the Rocket's Pokemon, the Rocket now being interrogated by Tom and Sabre. "Forget it, bitch," the Rocket spat at Sabre. "His Pokemon are ours now." Tom looked at his Typhlosion, whom he had recovered earlier along with Hitmonlee. "Typhlosion, torch him," Tom commanded. Typhlosion snorted a few flames from his nostrils, and then took a deep breath. She opened her jaws, and placed them just above the Rocket's face. The Rocket finally broke. "Fine then, I'll tell you where the rest are, just don't kill me, please!" the Rocket begged. Typhlosion closed her mouth, and muttered in disappointment. ******************* "No, I'm not fucking crazy! It's him!" The Rocket said, slamming his gloved hands on the table, inside the small office, which the three of them stood. "But he is dead. We saw Laura's Sizor kill him," Larry said, standing on the other side of the table, along with Laura. "Could it have been someone else?" Laura asked. "No. It was him. I swear to God it was him," the Rocket breathed. "He also took his Machamp, Pinsir and Kangaskhan back, too." the Rocket sighed. "And you didn't stop him?" Larry asked. The Rocket gulped. "I...um..." the Rocket stammered. Larry reached to his belt, and pulled out a gun. Aiming at the Rocket's face, he pulled the trigger. -End *********************