The Dragon Master IV: Chapter Three

	I was taken down to a well-lit room. There were about a hundred people in 
there, and it was getting crowded. The guard threw me in there, and slammed 
the door behind me. I ran at the door, and tried to break it down with my 
shoulders. Two people from the crowd stopped me.
	"What do you think you're doing," one of them said.
	"If you want to break down that door," the other said. "Prepare to meet up 
with a array of bullets."
	"I don't care," I said.
	"Well," the first one said. "If you die, they'll kill us, too. We'll get 
out of this soon."
	"Maybe," I said. "But I have to save my fiancé." I tried to ram the door 
again, but they stopped me.
	"We'll tie you down if we have to," the second said. "We're not afraid to."
	"Well maybe you should be," I said, shrugging them off and walking to the 
back of the room. I found a desolate corner, and pulled the bottle of 
hair-dye out of my pocket. I was wondering why the Human Elemental Detector 
didn't detect my Dragon Mastery. I took a glance at the ingredients. There 
was blue 3, green 7, water, and metrofloroline. That ingredient was the 
largest amount in there. There was a computer over by the wall, and a man 
standing by it. I walked up to him.
	"Does this computer work," I asked him.
	"Not that I know of," the man said. "But if you want to try and fix it, be 
my guest."
	"Thanks," I said, sticking my hand in the back of the computer. A single 
teal spark flew from my hand, and hit the motherboard. The monitor started 
up, and I was online. I went to a scientific website. I typed in 
"metrofloroline" and there was only one search engine that popped up. It was 
the same name as the chemical. It read:

Metrofloroline was discovered in 2003. It has the power to block any 
elemental signal. It is sometimes used in radio towers to block an elemental 
signal that could disrupt the radio signal.

	I snapped my fingers, and glanced at the man that used to be standing 
there. He wasn't there anymore. I shrugged it off, and went to the Pokemon 
League Web Site. I went to the login page, and typed in "Bob Shepardson." I 
then typed in my password, "TheDragonMaster."
	"Access denied," the computer bleeped.
	"What is with this," I quietly said. I tried it again.
	"Access denied," the computer bleeped again. I decided that I should take a 
look at the Master's page. I looked for the Elite Four page, and I found it. 
Master Will was in the first slot. I clicked on Elite number two. Master 
Koga was there. I clicked "next" and Master Bruno was there. I clicked 
"next" again, and Master Karen was there. I clicked on "Pokemon League 
Champion," but my picture was not there. Instead, it was a picture of Lance.
	"What the hell," I said aloud. I had finally noticed where that man had 
gone. He was talking to one of the guards outside the door and pointing to 
me. The guard shook his head, but it seemed that the man wouldn't give up. 
Finally, the guard came in. I prepared to run away. But, the guard did not 
come for me. Instead, the guard grabbed the man that tried to rat me out. He 
was pulled out of the room, and a gunshot was heard. Everybody went silent, 
and the door was shut again. I breathed a sigh of relief. All the prisoners 
in the room were shocked at what they had witnessed. Gradually, the murmurs 
started again, and soon, the babble of chatter burst out once more. The two 
men that came up to me when I first entered approached me again.
	"Now I know who you are," the first man said. "You're-" I clapped my hand 
over his mouth.
	"Don't say it," I advised. "Unless you feel like having a katana blade 
shoved through your stomach, you'll keep quiet about who I am. Understand?" 
The man nodded, and the other started to walk away.
	"Werflump," the man said that I had covered. I removed my hand for him to 
talk. "Where do you think you're going, Dave?" The second man stopped, and 
turned around.
	"That's better," I said. "This is how it's gonna work. I need to get out of 
here. Since you two know who I am, you know what I have to do. You also know 
that I'm supposed to be dead. I have to save Johto and Kanto. The both of 
you know I do. I have a plan that might work. How many guards are stationed 
outside?"
	"One per entrance," the one called Dave said. "Isn't that right, Brian?" 
The one Dave called "Brian" nodded.
	"Well, damn," I said. "This is not good. There's gonna have to be a big 
enough riot that will distract most of the guards. Do you guys think that 
you can do that?" Dave nodded, but Brian shook his head. Dave elbowed Brian 
in the side, and Brain switched his shaking to a nod.
	"What do you need us to do," Dave asked, ready for action.
	"Make them throw tear gas so I can get out that window up there," I said.
	"That's an entrance, so there's bound to be a guard there," Brian pointed 
out.
	"Got a point," I asked. The two raised an eyebrow each. "Ready?"
	"Can I ask you a question," Dave asked.
	"Quickly," I said.
	"Is there a chance that I could die," Dave asked. "Because I want to say 
goodbye to my wife and kids. They're in Olivine City."
	"Me too," Brian said. "I want to say bye to my wife." A tear trickled down 
his cheek. I couldn't take it anymore.
	"Change of plan," I said. "You two are coming with me. Okay? We'll start 
the riot, and then escape through the window." The two men's faces 
brightened.
	"Thanks," Dave said. "We are in your debt, Mast-"
	"Don't use my real name," I cut him off. "Just say 'blackhawk'. Dave, 
you're 'sweeper', and Brian, you're 'brain.' Never use each other's real 
name. Do you two have any pokemon?" They both shook their heads.
	"Nope," Dave said.
	"Okay, at six o'clock," I said. "We're going to bump into each other, and 
start a riot. With any luck, the guards will come storming in and fire tear 
gas. When that happens, we all run for the window. Get it?"
	"Got it," Dave and Brian said simultaneously.
	"Good," I said.
	At six o'clock, I caught Brian's eye, and he nodded. We walked pretty fast 
toward each other, and collided.
	"Hey," Brian yelled. "Watch where you're going, buddy!"
	"Why don't you watch out, dumbass," I yelled back. A circle gathered around 
us, and he shoved me back into it. I came back and hit him in the face, 
sending him into the crowd. Dave caught him, and Brian punched him in the 
gut. Everybody started to fight, and the guards came in as we had planned. 
They started to shoot tear gas at us, and the three of us sprinted towards 
the window, coughing all the way. We jumped on the ladder, and got out the 
window. I didn't see any guards, so I pulled the other two men out and shut 
the window. I turned around, and I was facing the back of a guard sipping 
some coffee. I saw a bottle of chloroform on his belt, and stealthily 
removed it. I took a handkerchief from my back pocket, poured a tiny bit of 
the liquid on it, and put it on the guard's mouth. The guard passed out, and 
we drug him into an alley.
	"What do we do now," Dave asked me. "We can't just sit here and wait for 
them to find us. They're gonna notice that the guard is missing!"
	"No, they won't," I said. "Brain, put on the suit. It will come in handy. 
How many guns does he have on him?" Dave and Brian pulled out all the 
weapons on him.
	"Two hand guns, and a machine gun," Brian said, while putting on the guard 
uniform.
	"Does he have any handcuffs," I asked.
	"Two pair," Dave replied.
	"Good," I said. "Brain, give us each a handgun, and we'll stick them in our 
pockets. Handcuff us, and pretend you're escorting us to Azalea Town." By 
this time, Brian was done putting on the suit, and he had everything ready. 
I stuck my gun in my pocket, and Dave did the same. Brian handcuffed us 
both, and we walked out of the alley. However, before we could get far, 
Brian's radio sounded.
	"Do you need any help with those prisoners, Chris," a voice said from the 
walkie-talkie. Brian looked up, and saw a man standing on top of the roof, 
talking into another walkie-talkie, and waving at Brian.
	"I've got 'em," Brian said in a very deep, husky voice.
	"What's wrong with your voice," the other end said.
	"That damn coffee was too hot," Brian said in the same voice. I had the 
impression that Brian was very quick-witted.
	"Now, I told you not to drink that so fast," the man said, aggravated. "You 
taking those prisoners to Azalea Town?"
	"Yeah," Brian said, almost losing his voice, but recovering in time.
	"Okay, you can use that Jeep in front of the Radio Tower," the man said. 
"Ah, I miss the old Champion. What's his name? Bob Shepardson. Yeah, he was 
a good leader. It's too bad that he died suddenly. This new one I just don't 
like at all. He's cruel to the people. I fear that this is what Lance could 
have been like. Thank God he's dead. Oh well, carry on, Chris. Carry on. 
Over and out." The other end of the walkie-talkie went out, and we all 
breathed a sigh of relief. Brian "led" us to the Jeep, he started it, and we 
drove off down Route 34.
	Once we got going we saw that there was a checkpoint in between Route 34 
and Ilex Forest. I thought quickly. Brian didn't have an ID card, and even 
if he did, the picture wouldn't match. However, we got to the gate before I 
could figure out a solution. A man dressed in fatigues walked in front of 
our Jeep to stop it.
	"You'll need an ID card to pass through here, sir," said the private.
	"Actually," Brian said. "They haven't issued me one yet. But here's the 
signature of the Pokemon League Champion for proof." There just happened to 
be a pen and paper beside him in the front seat, and he scrawled out an 
illegible signature, out of sight by the guards. He put the initials 
"P.L.C." directly under it. Brian handed the paper to the private.
	"That's all in order," said the private, peering at the paper. "Before you 
can pass through, it's necessary to have a Master check among the 
prisoners."
	"Sure," Brian said, stepping out of the Jeep. The private pulled out a 
Human Elemental Detector, and put it towards my head. There was a little 
beam of white light that was on my hair, and no noise sounded, indicating 
that I was not a Master. The same happened for Dave.
	"Move along," the private said. Brian got back in the truck, got the piece 
of paper back, and we drove off into the Ilex Forest. Dave was staring at 
Brian, mouth open in shock. Once we were out of earshot and sight, and I 
finally broke the silence.
	"You're a quick thinker," I said. "But where did you learn that the 
Champion's signature could get you out of any predicament? Only League 
employees were supposed to know that."
	"I used to work for the League," Brian explained. "Lance fired me, and then 
you killed him, so I never felt the need for revenge." We continued to drive 
on, and at my command, Brian stopped the Jeep by the only cliff in the Ilex 
forest. Brian put the Jeep in neutral, we got out, and he got us out of the 
handcuffs. The three of us pushed the Jeep off the cliff.
	"They'll never know we existed," I said. "Let's get out of here before 
someone does find us." We ran over to the bushes, and walked out of sight 
towards Azalea Town.
	Halfway through the forest, I tripped and fell flat on my face. I got up 
and looked what I tripped on. It seemed to be a manhole, so the three of us 
dusted it off. It said on the cover that it was...
	"It says 'The Shortcut to Slowpoke Well,'" I read off the cover. "If we 
take this path, then we won't even have to pass through Azalea Town at all. 
That's less guards that we'll have to face. I refuse to kill anybody with a 
gun. I can't use my katana, because everybody thinks that I'm dead. And if 
we want to stay under the radar, we'll have to let people think that I'm 
dead." The three of us lifted off the cover to the manhole, and I jumped 
down. Ratatta scattered everywhere. Brian and Dave jumped down after me. 
Brian pulled out a flashlight that he had taken from the Jeep. More Ratatta 
scattered.
The three of us walked down the dark, cautious of what could be lurking in 
the shadows. A rock skipped across the water, creating a loud splash. We all 
whipped around, to find nothing there. Slowly, we all walked forward again. 
Another rock splashed. The three of us turned around slowly again. Nothing 
was there. Dave, Brian, and I walked forward, at a fast pace. Yet another 
rock splashed in the water. Brian and I didn't bother to turn around this 
time, but Dave did. Dave stopped walking, but Brian and I kept on.
"Um...guys," Dave said, tugging on my shirtsleeve.
	"What," I asked whipping around to chew out Dave for holding us up. But he 
was right; someone was behind us. It was the person that I didn't want to 
see at all right now.
	"Hello," said the man in the black trench coat. "As the Pokemon League 
Champion, I shall escort you to the nearest containment facility." He didn't 
know that it was me.
	"Why," asked Dave stupidly.
	"Because everyone in Johto and Kanto is under house arrest," continued the 
man, aggravated. "There is a murderer out there, so this is for your 
protection."
	"We're going after the murderer," Brian said unaware that he was the enemy.
	"This is League business," said the man. "Unless you are League Agents, you 
shall-"
	"We are," I interrupted, changing the pitch of my voice higher than normal. 
I flipped out my wallet, which had my ID in it. I only flipped it out for a 
second, though, so he couldn't see it.
	"You talk the talk," said the man. "But can you walk the walk? Let me see 
your gun." He held out his hand. I pulled out my gun, and held it in my own 
hand, not giving it to him.
	"See," I asked, my eyebrow lifted. Brian and Dave were whispering to each 
other. Soon, they realized that he was my enemy. Now, he was their enemy, 
too.
	"Can I hold it," he asked.
	"No," I said, sticking back in my pocket.
	"Good," the man said. "Trust no one."
	"I know my stuff," I said. I had suddenly realized that I had dropped my 
high pitch, and had reverted to my normal voice. The others knew it, too.
	"YOU," the man in the black trench coat said. "Come with me, now!"
	"Never," I said, pulling the gun out of my pocket and firing it, over and 
over. As agile as he could be, he dodged all of my bullets. Then, he 
evaporated into shadow, and he appeared. But then, he evaporated again. I 
pulled the trigger over and over again, but I was out of bullets. Dave and 
Brian pulled me away, scared of my rage. We saw light at the end of the 
tunnel, and realized that we were in a lit cave: Slowpoke Well. There was a 
family down there, and they were scared of us.
	"Don't worry," Dave said. "We're the good guys." With that, the man 
appeared, and he drew a katana darker than night.
	"Put that gun away, and fight like a man," he said. Willingly, I put the 
gun in my pocket, and created my teal katana with a silver hilt. He charged 
at me, and I blocked it. he flipped back, and two men dressed in black 
appeared beside him out of nowhere. One went for Dave, and the other one 
went for Brian. One of the ninjas had sai knives, and the other had nun 
chucks. Dave found a metal pipe on the ground, and Brian took a staff from 
the family behind us.
	Dave blocked both of the sai knives with the pipe he found. The ninja 
twisted, and Dave turned. Dave hit the sai knives out the ninja's hands, and 
they flew over to the wall. The ninja continues to fight with its hands and 
feet.
	Brian was keeping the other ninja busy. The ninja was flipping the nun 
chucks around, hitting the staff with them. Brian's staff broke in half, and 
he used the two pieces to further himself.
	I, on the other hand, was doing quite well. I was on the offensive, forcing 
him to defend himself.
	"Dark Shock," the man yelled, pointing his katana at me. A thin beam of 
black electricity shot out of it, and I dodged it. it hit the wall, and 
numerous rocks fell off of it. They were heading straight for the family. 
Time seemed to slow down; the little girl screamed, the mother held her 
close, and the man, who was wearing a hooded forest cloak, so he would 
remain unseen, gripped his family tight. I called my wings, picked up the 
three people, and hurled them to safety.
	"Bob," Brian yelled, but the ninja hit him in the head, knocking him out 
cold.
	"TIME TO DIE," the man yelled at me. "DARK NIGHT!" A solar eclipse formed, 
and darkness filled the sky.
	"NO," Dave yelled, right before he got kicked in the stomach, knocking him 
out. The man in the trench coat smiled.
	"SHADOW BLAST," yelled the man, aiming his hand at me. His hand glowed 
black, and I couldn't even move. I was going to die...
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