[PKMN FULL] Pokemon Fallout [M] (Part 2)

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There was a burning sensation suddenly in Harry's eyes. "Dammit, it's got into my eyes." Covering them with his arms he ran around, not sure where he was going. He didn't want to be blind, that was for sure.

"You can't go if you don't use your eyes Harry."

Harry knew Arthur was right. Painfully, he opened his eyes and he could see everybody taking shelter in some type of a cave but with a blurry vision. He ran as fast as he could, ignoring the pain and with a triumphant roar, flung himself into the cave. He howled as his eyes kept burning and fell onto the ground.

Lucy swung her ears from side to side and the sound of bells began to echo throughout the cave. In a flash, Harry was better after feeling the toxins being sucked out from his eyes. It just felt like tears being sucked from your eyes. Harry felt much better and staggered up just to be welcomed by the glares of 'The Rebellion'. He just grunted and they turned away.

Lucy began to talk to the Lopunny girl ----- Lozel. After talking about some faraway land called Kalos they proceeded to head into the Underground. Just to quicken his pace, Harry fused with Arthur and no sooner had he done that then, the a putrid smell hit his nose. He paused dramatically while the others continued their walk. After a long pause he whispered softly to Luke, "Tell the others, I'm going outside to check something. Just go on, I'll be back within five minutes." Harry left a clearly puzzled Luke and ran to the entrance of the cave. As if by magic, he felt something or rather someone jump onto his back. He tried to move his neck and saw somebody who he had once thought dead, an extremely thin black haired guy with arms of steel.

Tim was somebody who lived with Harry when they were kids. When Harry had left or Mt. Coronet, Tim had begged to come with Harry but harry had refused to let him come. Tim was always the loser. When Harry had come back and destroyed the town, he had left Tim to die.

"Now, I never expected to see you M, Harry. You remember me? I'm gonna kill you now and then we'll see what will happen to you." Tim snarled.

Harry gave a half smile and laughed while talking, "You always stank. Anyway, there's a group of about ten just a few meters away and one shout will bring them here. Then we can be buried right next to each other."

"Shoot. I guess I ave to help you." he swore, helping Harry up in the process. "I'll come with you Tyler but we will face off once against."

"Right, come on we'll run to where they are. Harry shouted as both of them ran as fast as they could. While he reached the group, Harry explained what happened.







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John followed along, wanting very much not to be there in the foul darkness of the underground anymore. Going with this group had been a terrible idea and now he was stuck. If he tried to go off on his own he would probably be robbed blind then eaten, or alternatively he would be crushed under the aftermath of one of Wrath's rampages as that would inevitably bring the ancient tunnels down. Neither seemed like a good outcome so he was forced to stay with the group, which would undoubtedly bring him more trouble later on. Hopefully later troubles would have more ways out.

There wasn't much for him to do besides stick close with everyone else as they followed Lucy, as doing anything else would put one in serious danger. Even speaking, probably. Nobody else in the group seemed to think otherwise, so the idea couldn't be completely wrong. He looked at the others and began to think of Orianna, who had left them. She seemed the most dedicated to the cause, so they probably hadn't seen the last of her, Or so he hoped. If he was completely honest with himself, he was actually looking forward to being her pupil, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. Sense dictated that he leave the group at the next opportunity available so there was no guarantee he would even be present for her reunion with the group.

Suddenly, things began to happen very quickly. The earth above them tore open, sending tons of dirt and stone crashing down. It seemed that there were more ways than Wrath's rampages to be crushed here. He turned and began to instinctively run, but he realized that charging into the unknown underground could lead him to worse fates than death by rocks. He turned his gaze upward, keeping an eye on the falling rocks while slowly backing away from what he could identify as their range. This way he could get away, but not stray too far.

Unbeknownst to this preoccupied boy at the time, the event attracted the attention of many of the area's residents. Maybe to some it was a common enough occurrence, what with ground types on the surface dispensing earthquakes on a whim, that they simply ignored it. Maybe to others it was a dangerous event that demanded they get away from it. But to yet others it was a place of interest where there might be victims carrying supplies they fortunately didn't need anymore. To most of those, the large group they saw served as a deterrent. There was one Pokespirit wielder that had nothing to fear from them, though, despite their numbers. She looked upon the scene and spotted the perfect mark, slightly separated from the rest and carrying a backpack that was absolutely loaded.

John's eyes darted from chunk to chunk of stone as they fell, but before he knew it there was a pair of hands upon him, one that quickly moved to cover his mouth. He let out a muffled scream amidst the dwindling rumbles of the earth above, but in an instant he was gone without a trace. The next thing he could see was what looked like a cave of sorts that had no apparent exits. There were candles along the walls, so he could see his surroundings somewhat. He instantly thought to search for his assailant, no longer feeling their hands on him, but before he could do anything he felt a weak jolt of electricity run through his body that left him unable to move. From there, a light shove was all that it took to drop him onto the ground.

This is it…Time to live up to my name, mom… he thought, shutting his eyes tightly and shaking as much as his body would let him in fear. However, the death blow didn't come right then. His assailant stepped into view in front of him as he opened his eyes after the delay. She was a thin, older girl of 18 or so with dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and yellow skin with what looked like a long moustache above her lip (which for a moment reminded him of his barbels when fused with Wrath). Horns protruded from the back of her head as well. What mattered most, though, was the knife she held in her hand which drew ever closer, right up to his chest. His eyes shut once more, expecting the end, but instead there was a pull on his backpack strap followed by a snapping noise, then another. She pulled the heavy backpack right off his back and took it to a hole in the ground. at the edge of the cave.

"Give that back, I need it to survive!" he wanted to say, but what would be the point? Then a thought occurred to him. This was a sealed room, so if he were to transform then the only person at risk would be his kidnapper and perhaps himself. Loosing his mental barriers, he began to change. His kidnapper noticed immediately, and before he had even grown one foot taller, she teleported right in front of him, grabbed him by the hair, and teleported him elsewhere. Next thing he knew, she was gone and he was alone again, this time in a darker, smaller, emptier cave that was just as enclosed as the first. The transformation kept going, unable to be stopped now, but now there was even less of a point to it. He had no idea where he was, and nobody to help him figure it out. Normally at this point he would give up, sit back, and accept death, but as he grew and grew he became angry. He hated the situation, the reason he had gotten into it, everything about his life as of late. He needed someone to take it all out on, but there was no one.

The great beast prisoner let out a huge, thundering roar that felt like it could even reached the tunnels of the underground past his cell, although he knew it wouldn't. The stone around him shook, dropping dust all over. He ran to a wall and punched it, leaving a small crater behind. Then another, and another, and another, each causing a boom to reverberate through out the little cave. It was good to feel something crushed underneath his fists, but not near as satisfying when that "something" was inanimate. It wasn't enough. Dark red energy began to swirl and crackle around him, and when it dissipated and he resumed his assault of the wall his fists struck harder and faster. The blows ground the rock into dust beneath his fists, but it wasn't getting him anywhere. He finally let out another roar before his rage gave way to a hint of despair, and that was enough to allow him to change back.

The beast shrunk, leaving the pitifully helpless boy behind, curled up against the wall of his prison. John coughed from the dust that filled his cell in the aftermath of his improvised punching bag. He sighed. At least the girl could have left him a knife to kill himself with or something, since starving to death didn't exactly seem very appealing. He always thought he would be killed by someone else in a battle, someone strong enough to surpass Wrath in strength. He was reminded by what Wrath had told him the last time they spoke, that if John wasn't afraid to use Wrath then he wouldn't get into these sorts of messes. A single blow probably would have killed that woman. But it wasn't like he didn't use Wrath for no reason. Another sigh. There wasn't much point in thinking about that now, or anything really. For a moment he thought it might be nice if he had a book to die reading, but he realized that even if he did, the place was too dark to read anyway. Maybe he could just find a big rock to get it over with. Well, technically the whole cell was a big rock, but he felt that it might not be as effective. Or he could punch his own head of when fused, but he doubted his Wrath-induced personality would allow that. Dying was a lot harder than it should have been.

"Ooh, mommy brought me a new friend!" he suddenly heard a voice say from his left. It was a little girl's voice, but he was sure that there was nobody else in there with him! "But this one is too loud. I like it better when it's small and quiet like this." A lit candle seemed to appear out of nowhere, but John didn't question it. He stared at where the voice was coming from and saw a face that wasn't there before, but it looked metallic and actually more like a mask, although he couldn't tell very well. It was protruding through the wall he had thoroughly beaten, so he knew it couldn't have been there before. The strange thing was that the face didn't look like a little girl at all from what he could see, and sort of resembled a grown man's instead. Suddenly, another face phased through the wall beside it, this one being that of the girl in question. He looked at the face in disbelief. The little girl looked right back at him and from what he could tell, smiled. Then without warning her eyes began to glow demonically red. "You're not going to leave me, right?"
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"Hey, play with me!" The young girl sat next to John's head as he lay on the ground, poking his cheek repeatedly. "Come oooon." John didn't budge. He wanted to sleep so that time would pass faster and he would be able to just die and get it over with sooner. Unfortunately for him, it seemed that this girl wouldn't let him. Why was she here, anyway? It didn't seem like she was a prisoner here, since she actually didn't look starved like pretty much everyone else. However she was covered in dirt, implying that she'd been down here a while. Maybe she had been a prisoner, and she ate all the other prisoners? John shuddered at the not-entirely-unreasonable thought, wanting to die but not exactly wanting to be eaten. Maybe she could paralyze him like that other woman before she ate him.

More poking and complaining from the girl. "Mommy really brought me a boring one this time. It took the other ones days before they got like this." Mommy… John remembered that the girl had said that before. His mind was lazy in his state of despair. There probably wasn't much point in thinking about it now, but he pushed his mind to do so anyway. Brought me a new friend...another one It wasn't hard to figure out, but it made things a lot more complicated. Why would that woman keep her child here? Could the child teleport too? He thought he'd thought about that already.

John seemed to struggle in opening his eyes, not wanting to negate his state of maybe-almost-asleep but not wanting to leave the question annoyingly prodding at his mind. Not unlike the girl and his head. His eyes had become accustomed to the darkness of his prison, so it didn't take long for his groggy eyes to focus on the girl in front of him. Maybe something he saw would help him remember his earlier thoughts. All it took was the sight of the mask on top of the girl's head to do the trick. She held the spirit of the Pokemon known as Yamask. It was not exactly known to teleport like others such as Abra and Ralts. As far as he knew, at least. It occurred to him that he'd learned a lot in his short time on the planet, knowledge that ultimately went to waste.

Finally, the little girl stopped poking him. John closed his eyes once more, glad to finally have some peace and quiet. However, it wasn't long before the newfound silence was broken by the loud, piercing sound of the girl crying her lungs out. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" John wanted to bang his head against a wall in the hopes that he would break it, but he was too tired to actually do it. "WHY WON'T ANYONE EVER PLAY WITH ME!? WAAAAH!"

There it was, what to John's ears was an ultimatum. He finally spoke, exerting a lot of effort to even open his mouth. "If I play with you, will you let me sleep?" He would take any chance he could to be able to finally die in peace at this point. He waited for her response, which came more abruptly than he expected.

"Really!? YAY!" she shouted in excitement, as if she wasn't just crying a moment ago. John sighed and began to get up, but the girl was impatient and jerked him up by the arm. She was a lot stronger than he thought. That, or he was just really light, which probably made more sense. He stumbled a little as he stood, but managed to catch himself on the wall behind him. "Let's play hide-and-seek first!" John briefly wondered how they would even play such a game in a small space like this, but he got his answer as soon as the girl started to phase through a wall like she had when he first saw her. He sighed, and commenced the game.

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What proceeded was a long marathon of various little games, a large chunk of which involved playing pretend. Regardless of his advanced knowledge and rather unhappy attitude towards life, he was still just a ten-year-old boy, and at some point he began to actually have fun. The sullen face of the death-seeking boy laughed and smiled with the nameless ghost girl who held him prisoner, and the worries which plagued his mind were forgotten.

Together the two sat against a wall, tired from their probably hours of playing. John realized how incredibly dry his throat was as the air he drank in seemed to scrape against it. He looked to the side as the girl stood up. She began to move strangely, almost as if she were… dancing? Suddenly, despite being in a little cave deep underground, John felt a drop of water fall on his nose. It seemed like it was raining inside the cave. John realized that he hadn't actually asked her anything of what he'd been wanting to know throughout their session of play. "So how do you get your food?" he asked first, thinking it a reasonable starting place considering that she'd just shown her means of water. He had a guess, and wasn't sure how it could be anything else, but he wanted to be completely sure of it.

"Mommy brings it for me." She said, seeming much calmer than before.

"Do you eat people?" Asked John bluntly.

"No," came the answer. John was relieved, but even more curious now than ever. That was the only thing that made sense, and he wasn't sure of any skills that could make sustenance appear besides a grass type's photosynthesis, which wouldn't work in this cave anyway, or a Miltank's milk, neither of which he thought her Yamask spirit was capable of. "I eat the stuff that the people leave behind." What? Now John was even more confused. "She brings me friends, but they always disappear. Mommy told me that they were gone and they didn't need the bodies anymore so I could eat them." John shuddered. He'd been right all along, and waiting until a person was dead before eating them didn't make it any better.

This wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. He still had another question, but he wasn't completely sure she would, or even could, answer it, so he decided to build up to it with different question first. "So what's your name?" He figured it was a simple enough question that could make things more personal.

"I don't have one." She said, as if it were completely natural. "I don't think Mommy has one either. She said we didn't need names because we mostly just talk to each other. 'You' and 'daughter' is enough, she told me." Her words brought John to the realization that he never learned his parents' names, even his father's. It was quite saddening to know he'd never be able to find out either.

She seemed to have no problem answering his questions, so despite the last question failing to draw them closer together at all, he went onto his final question. The one he'd been thinking about since the moment he saw her. "Why did your mother leave you all alone down here?"

"She said I was safe here." John had expected that sort of answer, but it didn't make sense with something she'd said earlier. However, it seemed she already had an explanation for it. "Mommy also said that Mr. Yammy would protect me if my friends tried to bully me." John assumed that Mr. Yammy was her Yamask Pokespirit. It made sense, given the world's current state, and she had a reliable source of food and water. It should be perfect. However, it wasn't a life that appealed to John. He couldn't bring himself to eat a corpse, and without any books he was sure he would be bored.

He thought about it further. Maybe he would be able to get used to it. Here he didn't have to worry about Wrath at all, not having any reason to fuse with him. Also, he had found this nameless girl to be really fun. Maybe he could stay alive long enough for the next 'friend' to arrive, and he could try eating. Maybe he could join this girl in her lifestyle, living in this cave. Traveling with Lucy's group was stressful, and he was doubtful their mission would show results. The adults and Lucy's followers on the surface could all die, and their life down here would stay unchanged. But…

Orianna was the first to come to mind. The image of her, lying in a puddle of her own blood with the bandaged man from earlier standing over her was conjured in his mind. He shook his head in an attempt to get it out, but it didn't work. It only expanded to include Lucy, then Amethyst, both pale, mangled corpses. His head began to ache. What...is happening to me!? John was scared. This sort of thing had never happened to him before. He was starting to feel like a prisoner in his own mind as it moved outside his control. He didn't expect what came next, even less so than the images. It was his father's voice. "Don't…"

A voice pulled him from his strange trance. "You know, you're the first person to actually play with me," it said. He snapped his eyes around to realize that it was coming from the girl, the only other person in the room. In that moment, John's mind was blank. The running thoughts of his future had disappeared, and he tried to refocus on his surroundings. Whatever had just happened, he didn't like it. It made him feel so awful, yet he could only vaguely remember it. Sort of like a dream.

John's mind continued to resettle, but it appeared that fate would not allow that. A strange feeling was followed by the appearance of a person in front of him. It was the woman who captured him; the girl's mother. Time seemed to slow as she turned her head, scanning the state of her daughter's 'room'. The girl ran up to her, arms wide for a hug. John leapt forward, a sudden burst of energy from an unknown source propelling the instinct-driven action. He attempted to grab onto her back, but she swung and punched at his face to knock him away before teleporting. However, John managed to keep a grip on her shirt, thus being teleported along with her.

A sudden desire to be free flooded John's being. Maybe he got a sudden sense of nobility and concern over Lucy and her group. Perhaps he was afraid of more experiences like the one he just had. It could also be a lust for revenge. Or maybe there was no one, simple explanation to it. They appeared in the first room John had been brought to after his kidnapping, John still holding onto the woman's shirt as he stood next to them. The daughter had been brought with them, her eyes trying to make sense of the events in front of her. She held up her hand as electricity crackled over it before reaching to grab John. Knowing what to expect, he dropped himself to the ground in a prone position to dodge before grabbing onto her legs instead, to keep her from teleporting away from him.

Whatever had come over John after the strange vision, he knew he was angry. He could feel himself growing larger, muscles inflating on his body. The mother saw this and pushed her daughter away before teleporting once more. John no longer cared for his surroundings, only for the woman in front of him. His next victim. He could at least tell he was in a wide open area. The vortex of dark red energy from before swirled into being around him as he grew even larger, hands still clamped around the woman's feet. She teleported them both quite high up before placing her own hands upon John's head, letting loose an incredible flood of electricity that was much, MUCH more intense than the one from earlier. John's blood felt like it was literally boiling in his veins.

Regardless, he only gave a guttural roar in response. The huge, feral beast moved a now-massive hand from the woman's leg to her head and pulled. In one, quick movement it was over. He hit the ground from his fall on his back, with the woman's head in one hand and the rest in the other. Once he got up, he held both in the air and roared once again, as if announcing his victory to the world. It wasn't enough. He spun in place as he searched the area for more things to kill, but there seemed to be nothing. No, that couldn't be all! John slammed his foot into the ground in rage, causing the earth around him to shake.

With nothing left to do, the monster walked in search of more prey. The longer it went without, the smaller it got until it was nothing more than a small, frail boy. John fell to the ground in exhaustion. The past few minutes felt like a haze in his memory. For now, though, he had to find out where he was. Glancing upwards, he saw buildings in the distance. Childrens' City… It was almost like everything, from even before the attempted robbery, was a dream. But the lack of a familiar, comforting weight on hi back reminded him that it was all very real. His hands were covered in blood from a corpse left further back, unburied. He was sure he didn't have the energy to dig a grave. That could have only been an excuse, but regardless he didn't go back.

He wasn't sure what he even planned to do back in Childrens' city. He had nothing. Without money, trinkets, or allies he had no way of getting any food there. Maybe he could live out the rest of his days as a beggar. The idea of 'the rest of his days' brought his mind back to the nameless girl in the cave. She was trapped there now, alone and without her mother to bring her food. She would survive a little longer in that room where John's backpack was among other things, but how long? The hope that John could find her before she ran out of supplies and died was painful, as he knew that he couldn't do such a thing after killing her mother. Besides that, how would he even go about finding her?

A tear fell down John's cheek. He had done something horrible again, and he couldn't deny that he had liked it. The boy pushed his weakened body along towards the place where this mess began, his mind a jumbled mess of reflection and speculation. Rain fell around him incessantly, masking his tears. It soaked into his skin, weakening him even further and further as he approached the city until, by the time he'd made it, he was barely able to stay conscious. He'd made it to some sort of street when he could bear his feet no longer and he slumped against a wall. Sleep seemed so beautiful right then...
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