Oliver stared at his poke gear map, trying to make out his bearings. He was on a crude forest path...in the middle of nowhere. The sunlight beamed down on him, burning the sunscreen off of his face.
" Damn I just had to go off that trail to follow that Sentret. I did a nice job getting us loss. I need to get to goldenrod city by sundown."
The screen of the Poke gear flickered as it ran out of battery. The once map displayed turned dark, just as Oliver's hope of getting out of their navigation troubles easily. Oliver growled in anger.
Goldenrod City, the center of commerce in Johto, was on the horizon of Oliver's. The ground raced past Oliver's eyes as he ran at a strenuous pace. He made further progress to the city, bathed in the setting sun's light. Getting closer and closer, the fiery pokemorph slowed down as he reached the gate.
Reaching the guards Oliver put on a different expression, not as to cause trouble but as a loyal citizen.
"What is your business in goldenrod city sir?" the guard said as he looked over Oliver's gruff look. Oliver then set his eyes on the guard, fighting the urge to defy his authority. He then simply looked away, calmy brushed himself off and said his business. The guard then moved aside as Oliver walked in to the city.
The city, bustling with life and activity, didn't seem to want to rest even as the approaching absence of light started to rise from below. Adults with bag of products and groceries, mothers and fathers with their children in tow, and the occasional trainer, setup with their gear. Oliver felt in his element here. Soaking in the numerous advertisements and auras of other people, it was the first time since he felt good since he left Saffron city. The only one thing missing from this scene was the dirtiness. There was no crime or pollution. No illegal dealings in alleyways. It was as Goldenrod city and Saffron City were two beacons, one of Light and one of Dark.
Oliver walked up the Roads looking at the individual places, shops and stores. But what he really wanted to look at was the radio tower. He often listened to his Poke gear. He wanted to listen to his favorite radio program, but then realized that his poke gear just recently ran out of power. His Excited stride then turned into a morose march, but still had the hope of taking the tour of the radio tower. He then took a left Turn as he saw the radio tower. He started running at an awe-inspiring speed Oliver thought to himself
"Okay Oliver, here's the plan. We're not gonna take the regular tour of the place, so get ready to do some damage."
Oliver became thrilled at his idea, and prospect of a fight, and wanting to do some serious if not permanent damage."
As soon as he was ready, Oliver burst through the door. People saw the blur of red as Oliver darted to the stairs to the upper levels. As soon as he saw an elevator, Oliver got in and rose to other areas. A ring of confirmance sounded as the elevator door opened. Oliver walked casually in, Unrenowned to the terror that waited him. He surveyed what everything looked like, and as he looked at one of the people in the room they were staring at him intensely.
" Oh, um I got lost on the tour and-"
One of the pokemorphs lunged at Oliver. The rest of the pokemorphs in the room began to crowd around him. He noticed who was attacking him a large mightyena looking human battering him to pieces.
Everything began to slow down to Oliver, the punches and bites the waving arms of other pokemorphs. Then a feeling unknown to him appeared, weakness. He saw his potential fly past him as the hostile attackers were mangling him. He saw what he would look like, dead, all weak and pitiful. Anger rose up from below Oliver. Not just any anger, an anger used to kill. Oliver threw the mightyena across the room into the wall. Sanding up, the wounds and bruises seem to fade at an alarming rate. He then roared with prehistoric might, the old Oliver pushed away, and a new being was born.
The other beings were stunned at the display. Oliver lunged himself at them taking them down one by one. His Arcanine-like reflexes and strength aloud him to do dodge and block the attacks from the rebels. Blasts off water and ice were thrown at him, slowing him down, but didn't stop the fight. He released wave after wave of fiery flames that consumed the weaker beings. All that stood left unwounded were but a few pokemorphs. One launched a mighty blow to Oliver's head, stunning him. His old self then came back. He recollected the events that just happened in a few seconds, his eyes darting around the room looking an escape. But, the door from which he entered opened and emergerged more rebel pokemorphs.
"Who are you people?" Oliver said afraid of the mass of enemies, larger than him. "We are the rebellion. Pokemorphs who are against pitiful humans. You should know that, are you wrong in the head?"
Oliver was about to find a diplomatic way to escape. But then from in the corner where the fight began, the mightyena rose up from his unconsciousness, and fired a dark energy at Oliver.
"Aaarg!" Oliver screamed as the power of dark took over his mind. "No. I can...fight ...this off." Bending to his knees he covered his head, and his body searched for another reserve of energy perhaps that can help him escape.
As the shadow ball took more for his being, Oliver began to lose hope. The scene from the rebel pokemorph looked pitiful. A red haired pokemorph sitting on the floor fighting his body and mind. As Oliver stood up again, the rest of the pokemorph tensed. Would they fight another battle against this foe? But no, Oliver just stood there...wondering about his moves under the glossy look he displayed to fool them. A silence grabbed everybody; all that could be heard was the ticking of a clock in the corner.
Oliver tensed his legs, leaped over the ring of pokemorphs surrounding him, and landed just a few feet from the mightyena. He pivoted as ran through the door. He did this in a matter of seconds and just as he escaped his pursuers followed.
Doors flew open; the radio tower was deserted as Oliver ran through the hallways. Strange he thought, why aren't they following me. He pushed the door open to the stair well and he jumped through the middle and fell to the bottom floor. Pushing open the door, he ran through the lobby. As soon as he reached the middle, a black blur launched himself at Oliver.
"You must not be part of the rebellion, you do not even know about the rebellion. Right" the mightyena said. "Answer me!" He picked Oliver Up and threw him back down on the floor. " No." Oliver said in a gasp of air. " Let me tell you one thing, red haired pokemorph, don't meddle with the affairs of the rebellion again. Or next time I will not be merciful." He threw Oliver Toward a back Exit of the Building and released him outside in an alleyway. Everything on Oliver began hurting. He managed to pick himslef up and hide in a dumpster, half conscious and laid to rest. The darkness enveloped him as he fell asleep. Before this day, he never had any contact with other pokemorphs, as the only different about Oliver was on the inside. Through the night in the smelly dumpster, he took in all of this information and his feeling reveled one things.
This people, must be stopped. Their plans must not succeed.
OOC: Jus a note: this pasrt is met to be after the rebels have control of the radio tower
