Sgt Shock

I think it's because I'm too into PftR.

I was talking with 'fell yesterday. She asked me if I was gonna continue AD. I said I'm considering ditching it entirely.

It's okay.

I'm here. Come online

Yeah, and I thank you for it

Damn it, SS. I'm online!

It's okay.

Oi, come online!

Ch1 for Runners is FINALLY UP!

Hey Shock!

Come online.

Before the battle? I told you already. Three days of training which can just be summarized.

Online?

Several minutes later...

Having found the Chosen, with Rachel and Damien standing to one side, Desmond nodded briefly at Matthew. The human-ized super-clone strolled up to the boy and pushed his right hand up against the male teenager's right shoulder blade. A burning pain seared from the spot of contact, but Damien issued no cry of pain. He was used to being marked. When the pain subsided, Damien looked both Legendaries in the eyes, before speaking up. "This was in the legend, wasn't it? The original Chosen who was marked by you both ended up dying, didn't he?"

Matthew and Desmond nodded in unison. "Yes, but that was of old age, not a death from the war."

"Let's just get this over and done with," Arthur's voice came from behind them. While the two Legendaries had been talking with Damien, Josephine and Arthur had crept up to a window of the Team Rocket headquarters, peered in and saw Rocket members swarming around some freakish Eevee evolution. They also saw Chase and Soren pretending to be Team Rocket members.

"Wait, something's happening," Josephine hissed from her spot at the window. The other Chosen, as well as Desmond and Matthew, hurried over and peered in. What they saw stunned them. In between Josephine and Arthur looking through the window until now, Kamiah's mind must have awoken to the presence of a Legendary inside the headquarters, because the hybrid was now clearly pointing a forepaw at Soren.

Chase and Soren froze as the grunts, Admins and Commanders faced them. Slipping on a pair of highly-advanced goggles, Pandora saw Soren for what she really was. "Hmph, well, well. Hello, Suicune. If you thought you could trick me with that illusion, you're out of your mind. Apollonir, you will stand in for Renata, since she hasn't fully recovered yet. Use the NEC, now!"

As a giant cage began appearing from underneath the floor from a simple flick of Apollonir's fingers, Chase jumped out of the way. "No, Chase! Don't leave me here!" was all Soren could cry out before the electrified steel bars of the enclosure shot a massive amount of the elemental energy at her, forcing her to drop her illusion and reveal her true form. The energy continued pouring into Suicune's body, causing her to fall unconscious.

From outside, Matthew and Desmond weren't going to let this brutal, barbaric treatment of a fellow Legendary continue. Combining their Aura Sphere and Dark Pulse techniques, they blasted a hole in the side of the building, charging inside afterwards, with the Chosen following in their wake.

As the haze from the explosion cleared, the Chosen and the Legendaries found themselves facing off against Arceus and Palkia. The God of all Pokémon was a white, four-legged creature about two-thirds of Lugia's size, with a yellow energy ring on his body, perpendicular to the middle of his back. His ring was in the same colour of all of the elemental plates that could be found in the world. <Humans and Legendaries? Working together?> Arceus' deep voice boomed.

"You can't talk!" Matthew yelled. "You were masquerading as a human, too, you know!"

<Silence, Mewtwo! I have my reasons, as does Palkia! Explain to me why you are here, with humans.>

Mewtwo fell silent, but Arthur spoke up. "We came to see if we could free the mutated evolution of Eevee, and then when we do show up, we find you keeping Suicune hostage in an unconscious state. Explain that!"

<I do not have to explain myself. Kamiah is a loyal experiment, and he will be staying with us. There is nothing you can do to make me change my mind. Palkia, if you please.>

Palkia drew back her arm, as the orb on her other limb shone cerise. <I do not wish for it to have been like this,> was all she uttered as the Spacial Rend attack shot towards them like a meteor.

The human-ized Pokémon representing the Shadow and the Darkness stood opposite each other. It had not even been half a week that the Chosen were back in Kanto and Mewtwo and Darkrai were already confronting the other.

"You do know that the Lord won't approve of this?" Matthew questioned abruptly.

"Quite frankly, I don't think he would care. Unlike us, he chose to bind himself to a human form until this whole fiasco was over. The other reason he did that was to help the Johton-based forces of Team Rocket, though I daresay Donovan will get his revenge sooner or later." Desmond answered back, just as brusquely.

"Donovan? What's he got to do with this?"

At this comment, Desmond smirked and folded his arms. He was inwardly surprised that Mewtwo hadn't been told about Dialga's lust for revenge on Arceus, that Dialga's entire being wanted payback for being cursed. "I'm sure Pandora will tell you if you ask her nicely," Darkrai replied.

Immediately, Mewtwo's eyebrows shot up. "Palkia? She's here as well?!"

"Not here, as such. But yes, she's in Johto."

Very slowly, it seemed, the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together in Matthew's mind. "Arceus cursed Dialga, didn't he? That's why Palkia and Arceus moved to Johto and became prominent members there, isn't it? And why Dialga is a high-ranking member of the Johto Destroyers, am I right? Dialga wants revenge..."

"Correct on all accounts. My god, you've got a clever brain," Desmond taunted.

(That's their first argument...)

At exactly the same time that the Chosen arrived in Johto, so did Darkrai and Mewtwo. Once again, the two Legendaries were bickering, this time over Damien. "You know very well that he won't be able to handle both of our powers inside his body!" Desmond yelled. "Why do you insist on putting his life in danger?!"

"I know very well this, why do I that?" Matthew mocked. "The girls need a male Chosen with them, simple as that!"

"Well then, why not mark the boyfriend of Mew's Chosen?"

"BECAUSE HE IS NOT IN THE PROPHECY!"

Overcome with anger and disdain, Desmond spat at the ground. So what if the Prince is not in the Prophecy? He thought. He's the cousin of Mew's Chosen, so why can't he be a Chosen himself? Realizing he wasn't getting anywhere with his thoughts, he faced Matthew, his mind still in turmoil. "Who IS in the so-called Prophecy then?"

"The Prophecy predicted the births of six special trainers, with each trainer having different unique attributes about them, though the third Kantonian Chosen was sadly taken from this world. One would be a red-haired Pallet-born girl, the second a violet-haired Pewterian female, number three a brunette with blonde foils from New Bark Town, a black-haired boy from Sinnoh was number four and an emerald-haired Hoenn male was the last." Matthew explained. "In addition to that..." He was cut off.

"What's so special about three girls and two boys?" Desmond questioned. "And what was the third Kantonian Chosen's gender?"

Matthew decided to respond to Darkrai's second query first. "He was my Chosen, his name was Paul Johnson. A Team Rocket Commander by the codename of Nighthawk sent him packing with a lethal amount of arsenic."

Without even saying it, the shock on Desmond's face reflected the anguish Matthew still felt to this very day. A shudder passed through Desmond's body.

"That is why the girls need someone with my powers," Mewtwo continued. "Now, as for your first question — the five Chosen will help unite the wayward Legends and free both Kanto and Johto from evil."

"I still don't agree with this, but if you feel it will help their ultimate goal, so be it." Desmond replied, shocked from hearing Matthew's revelation about his dead Chosen.

(And this is their second...)

*tilts head*

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How about now?

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