The President walked alone down the bright corridor. It was pitch black outside, the time 2:00am but he had been hard at work in an effort to find the Blarzigordians. He was heading to the office of the Analyst, she was the last of his crack team left and that was also why he walked alone. In these dark times there just wasn't enough manpower for him to have protection. He no longer cared about staying alive himself anyway though. He had sentenced too many innocent Masses to die and had seen the Blarzigordians kill too many. He feared that that Rukario was soon to be forsaken and the government of the PokeCommunity overrun.
The President arrived at the end of the hall that the Analyst's office was located in, that's when he smelled smoke.
"Smoke? Don't tell me…" he ran for the door of the Analyst's office and reached for the handle, now noticing the thin strands of smoke emanating from below the door. As his hands touched the handle he screamed in pain, the metallic surface burning through his skin. He still did not let go though; no he had to get inside. Ignoring the pain and the likely permanent damage he was doing to his hand, the President pushed the door open, letting go as quickly as he could only to be assaulted by thick smoke. The room was already engulfed in fire, at the centre of which under_score lay tied to her desk. Her mouth was taped. Standing next to her was a man in a green robe, behind him on the fire escape stood several more – including the man that the President had trusted with the lives of his men: the traitorous former agent Mark. He hadn't bothered with his hood, he knew they all were aware of his identity.
"Good evening Mr. President" the Blarzident spoke from next to under_score who squirmed against her bindings and tried to scream passed the mouse jammed into her mouth and taped over. "It is nice to meet my counterpart in person at last, and I'm sure you have been dying to meet me." He spoke in a noticeable and easily distinguished accent. The President made to move forward but the flames were far too thick. There was no way for him to get across.
"Well then, it's getting a bit hot in here, so I think I'll step out onto the fire escape with colleagues. But since you know she's here, I think that I'll remove her gag so you can enjoy dear under_score's screams along with us. The Blarzident pulled the gag from under_score's mouth and the stepped out the window to stand with his followers.
"HELP ME!" under_score screamed, "Mr. President, please!" Again the President tried to help, but he could not walk through the flames unless he wanted to die alongside her… truthfully a big part of him did. He just couldn't muster the courage to take those steps. The President fell to his knees.
For what felt like eons, the President watched as under_score burned, her screams and the mocking laughter of the Blarzident being forever etched into his memory.
under_score is dead. She was loyal to the Masses.
Hours later the President awoke in a hospital bed, alone but for the sounds of medical machines beeping, the screaming and laughter that would never leave him and the television that had been left on across from his bed.
-the fire was put out quickly, but hundreds of thousands of dollars of damage had already been done and many casualties sustained. A single death is reported, the body supposedly that of under_score who was the Analyst on the Presidents anti-Blarzigordian taskforce. The President himself was also pulled from the fire, and is in the hospital undergoing treatment for severe burns and smoke inhalation.
"That's right…" the President croaked to himself, his voice hoarse "under_score…" Sadness, regret and anger surged up in the President. He had watched, as the last of his agents, as one of his friends, had burned alive. Yet he still had one thing to cling to. The President had spoken with the same accent that under_score had pleaded for help in. He would use that to track the son of a bitch down.
Klippy floated amongst his fellow Blarzigordians, shouting in terror.
"No! This can't be happening! Someone help me!" his ghostly visage was fading, progressively quicker. It seemed that under_score had been the one holding his tentacle.
The Blarzident stepped forward and tried to put a comforting hand on the ghost's shoulder, but off course it simply fell through.
"Uh… right." He said before continuing, "Do not lament Klippy. You have served the Tentacled One well. You gave up your life to deal a blow to the ignorant Masses and you were returned to us. Now your existence on this plane shall fade away having dealt another, your glory however will live on eternally and Lord Blarzigord shall reward your spirit in the next world. You have done well my friend, praise be unto Blarzigord and also to you, his martyr."
Klippy seemed comforted as he finally disappeared from the room, far more comfortable than under_score had been. The Blarzient turned to his companions, nodding at the new face in their ranks.
"It is nearly over. The President is in hospital, the ROA are finished and the Masses are weak. Our time is now. Praise Blarzigord!"
"Praise be unto him!" came the reply.
Klippy has departed. He was a Blarzigordian.
