Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses
The one you hate to love. :P
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First Fic, I'm doing a novelazation of My RP. Please Read and Reveiw!
It is said, that in the world lies a fabled book that tells thy reader of the darkest secrets in mankind.
This book is thought to be but a myth or an old legend, but what we don't know is going to be our downfall, our Apocalypse.
It's the modern and carefree year of 2004, A cold February day in Johto, Blackthorn city to be exact. We see a group of teenage boys walking about near the icy caves, " Hey Dillon, I dare you to go into the closed off cavern" A boy in a red shirt says to a another boy in a polo pointing to a small cave with boards closing it off. " Can't, it's closed off" Dillon frowns pointing at the boards blockading the dark cavern. The red shirted boy smirks and with swift agility kicks the rotting boards down with a thud into the snow on the ground. Dillon smiles nervously and moves into the cavern watching his step as he goes in.
Dillon starts to see a light up ahead and starts to go faster, as if he is driven by the light. He starts to feel like he never has, the feeling is like... like... An intense sensation of happiness and power. Dillon is now going even faster not even caring he is being scratched up from the sharp ceiling and walls, he just wants the light. Thats all that matters! Just get the light! He thinks to himself. And then he finally reaches it, and he can't see what is shedding this incredible malevolent array of light. Dillon looks down on the ground to see some moldy, ratty piece of paper, No not paper, papyrus! How old is this? He thinks to himself trying to read the sodden paper.
Hemos sellado el tomo de diablos, lo sellamos en la pared northen de este cuarto de cavernas. Una ortografía antigua y la cerradura se han asegurado que el libro se quedará no leído. Tuvimos que sellarlo aquí para el Libro de Sombras no se quemaría, esto es el mal se había extendido como Plauge y ahora es terminado.
Deje a Dios tener misericordia de nuestros desgraciados después de tal Armagedón,
Firmado, Marcus, Trinidad, Leon y Se elevó
" It's in Spanish?" Dillon wondered to himself as he looked around the room for more to add to the paper he had found and then he saw the source of the majestic light and as if he were under a spell he shuffled slowly to the wall where the light was coming from, a wall. Dillon saw the crack where the light came out and felt compelled to smash it, he picked up a large rock and proceeded to smash it, he picked up a large rock and proceeded to smash it up against the wall. When the wall had been broken up effectively he moved on to grabbing the blood soaked cloth covered package. He cradled the package in his arms as if he were holding a baby and started to run out of the cavern to the outside.
Dillon started to feel the power consume him as he slowed down and fell on his knees, he started to breathe heavily and smile manically. " It's mine... all mine" He muttered to himself holding the bloody package to his chest, he started to unravel the cloth feeling better and better until the cloth was gone and a black book was left in it's place. Dillon tried to open the book only to be shocked, " what in the hell?" Dillon yelled angrily. He noticed the white lock on the book and scowled, and then a thought randomly came to him Blood acts as the key. Dillon smiled as he pulled out a small hunting knife from his pocket and started to slash at his arms, blood started to fall out of the wound and fall out on to the book. With every drop of blood the lock started to dissolve slowly, the lock fully dissolved and Dillon picked up the book quickly ignoring the wounds on his arm. More light poured out of the book as it opened, Dillon flipped a few pages until he came across a page with the words Capítulo un the top with the words Arcana Principal below it, Dillon sighed and started to touch the words. The word started to turn into English, it now read; Chapter one: Major Arcana.
Dillon smiled and started to read... and read... and read.
Dillon walked out of the cavern to see his friends looking bored, Dillon smiled as the red shirt from the beginning came up to him. " Where the hell you been?!" The red shirt yelled shaking Dillon. Dillon kept his smile and swiftly threw his arm through the red shirts chest going out his back. " Oh nowhere.." Dillon mumbled retracting his now blood drenched arm from his old friends chest, the red shirt gasped and fell to the ground the snow starting to turn red as he died horribly. Dillon turned to his other friends and pulled out a majestic sword, he ran at a Mach speed cutting through his friends like butter and leaving them in pieces. Dillon ran off.
It's been three years since that day and Dillon has managed to enslave the earth from his newly created castle, He has summoned the Major Arcana and become ruler of all humanity, But there are some people hoping to rebel, hoping to destroy the Major Arcana and Dillon, And I'm one of them.
So Now it's 2007, An ice cold November day and it seems to be that all hope is lost, maybe that's true and maybe it isn't, only time will tell so lets get on with our story.
AJ looked around the large conference room, And to tell you the truth it was pretty Damn empty and that sure as hell didn't bring much comfort to AJ's mind considering they would need all the world had to offer them to win this war. He sighed and decided to go check the armory and make sure everything was running smoothly, " Hello AJ! Finished the Desert Eagle Project yet?" Asked a tall man in an oil stained shirt, his face was real rugid with facial hair and more grease. " Not going so well, the parts are hard to come by and when I get them it's a little hard to know the anatomy of the gun without completely taking it apart so I might be winging it for a while." AJ replied trying to act calm but it came out a bit frustrated.
" That's to bad, with that kinda firepower... We could blow a Major Arcana demon to pieces." The tall man said to AJ.
" Yeah, starting with the one located here in Pallet. The Fool." AJ said with a scowl plastered to his face.
" Don't worry 'bout it really, We completed the map of the Major Arcana Overlords." The tall man said smiling broadly and gesturing AJ over to a table. " Oh really now..." AJ muttered sitting down next to Barry. " Yep, The fool is here in Pallet, The Magician is in Viridian..." Barry started pointing at the map. " Yeah..yeah... Let me stop you right there. Your Forgetting that Dillon's been creating extra warriors, not as strong as the Major Arcana, but still mighty powerful compared to a regular human." AJ explained to Barry, " I'm gonna go check on that Desert Eagle project we were talking about" AJ mumbled walking across the room and picking up a bland gray box from inside a safe, it was heavy. He slowly opened the box and took an object out of it, Latest Project, create a desert eagle that will shoot the traditional .50 round, not AE. AJ thought to himself as he took out the large handgun, the gun would have to be bolt action to work correctly. AJ sighed and put his latest project back in the gray box, he put it back in the security case and locked it up tight. " With that... We would be able to kill the Arcana so much easier." The Hispanic muttered to himself.
" Don't get your hopes up." Said Barry from across the room, he was holding a large wrench that seemed to shimmer in the light.
" Why not?" AJ challenged changing his expression from a frown to a smirky grin, seemed to be filled with lots of sass.
" We're not ready to storm the first place, to kill The Fool." Barry said sitting down in a wooden chair.
" We're already near Pallet, we sneak in real easy and blow the Damn things head off." AJ sighed pulling his beretta from it's holster, " We could load up and go right now, Sneak in and Boom!" AJ smiled making a motion with his gun.
" Well no one's ready yet, The Fool's supposed to have a power anyway, all the Arcana do." Barry said getting up and shuffling to a cabinet. " Have a page from the Book Of Light copied in here about them, Just hold On." He said to the blue eyed Hispanic.
" Ahh! Here we go." Said the Bulky man opening a file, " Read it and Weep."
Major Arcana- Number Zero- The Fool.
The Fool is to be the weakest of the Major Arcana, yet it is the beginning of all ends and the first step to the journey of a thousand miles. The Fool can call upon it's followers with a shriek and has the ability to make a person have temporary Amnesia, The Fool's weak Point is usually quite obvious, The rose it will always in battle hold. Without the Rose The Fool cannot Regenerate and can thereby be killed traditionally. The Fool is to carry a large wooden pole that he can thrust through a man, beware his keen agility and his ability to control wolves.
![[PokeCommunity.com] Secrets Of Darkness- Chapter One- Major Arcana](https://www.livingstonemusic.net/postersfiles/fool.gif "[PokeCommunity.com] Secrets Of Darkness- Chapter One- Major Arcana")
AJ Sighed at the page and decided that this was gonna be hell of a lot harder then originally thought, " time to prepare anyhow" He said to Barry starting to walk off.
Reporting to the armory wasn't fun. First you needed to show your ID and your pokenav. Then they presented you with a few hundred choices. Cain only chose two weapons. A Desert Eagle and a Skorpion. But this time he took out a special order. A few weeks before Cain ordered a special type of knife. They called it a Vibroblade. Since he was thought of highly by many people in Arcana he was able to gain one. It was special technology that was barely tested. The armory officer gave him a package and asked him to sign a clipboard. Then he went towards the Torso protection part of the armory. There he gained a Flackjacket to place underneath his t-shirt. Then he went towards the Pokemon exhibit.
finally my favorite part.
Cain went towards there and found it. Here sort of a daycare for Pokemon. But this was only if the trainer was busy on other matters. Cain had always missed his Pokemon when he had to leave them. He picked up a pokeball that contained his Blaziken and another that contained his Alakazam and placed them at his belt.
Well I hope this mission will go better then the last.
Right when he was about to leave the armory he was stopped by a patrol officer
"Sorry Cain you have to report to briefing. You have a new assignment."
Cain was astonished so he replied "Really, well I hope there is some combat involved since I'm already armed."
The patrol officer replied "Oh yes. This one is going to be tricky. Its supposed to be from Dillon himself. You were handpicked for this mission."
Then Cain felt very proud for this special opportunity and said "Okay I'm on my way"
Cain walked through the halls of the Castle. He was occasionally checking his clips and putting them back into his pockets or his jacket. His Desert Eagle he reloaded a few times with the same clips and he practiced firing with his Skorpian a few times
Saves the trouble of having to do all this in a targeting range
Cain finally made it to the throne room. This was Cain's least favorite place in the entire complex. This was where he would be briefed every week for his highly destructive and dangerous mission. Then after he passed it by blowing some rebel base he would be debriefed.
Cain walked into the throne room. Dillon was sitting at his throne at the far side of the room. Cain walked over to the throne and asked him
"So you have a new mission for me?"
Dillon looked as if he had just woken up. He rose from his throne. He eyed Cain suspiciously and said
"Yes. I need you to do another stealth mission. There is a rebel base near Viridian city. It has recently been converted from an Arcana base we made fully operational 5 months ago. I need you to infiltrate the base and get into the control room. There you must be able to find a technition who will upload all the Arcana data that they haven't yet encoded to this disk."
Dillon flashed a small zip disk. It was blue in color and was see through.
"Don't hesitate to eliminate any forces you encounter. Understood?"
Cain took out his desert eagle from his inside pocket and cocked it, smiling as he heard the sound of the hammer pulling back and the bullet moving into the chamber of the gun.
"Understood."
Cain walked out of the throne room and went back to the armory. There he signed out a 2 way headset. He needed to be monitored every step of the way for a stealth mission, it was Dillon's way of saying he didn't exactly trust Cain to be silent.
Keep up, Tyre!" Kyo snapped in an impatient voice.
The large Flygon let out a growl, beating his small wings twice as much as he usually would to keep up with his trainer. She wasn't normally like this, but things were different today for some reason. For one thing, they had nearly been killed. The hotel they had stayed in the night before had collapsed. Fortunately they had been on one of the top floors and had managed to fly away virtually unharmed. However, Ryo's bike had been damaged and that was something that made her very mad.
They had been traveling for about two hours at top speed. Ryo had it easy, her bike needing only sufficient fuel to keep going. Tyre, on the other hand, needed energy and he wasn't used to flying so fast for so long. Good training, but difficult to manage.
'Why don't you slow down for a bit? It won't kill you?'
The girl didn't answer, just tightened her grip on the throttle. She didn't plan to slow down until her bike ran out of gas. They were on their way to investigate a place that supposedly belonged to a group of rebels fighting against the Arcana. If it was true, she planned to hook up with the group for a while. They might have useful information that could help her in her fight, and, if they were strong, they'd be valuable allies.
A town soon became visible and Tyre used it as an excuse for some rest. He insisted Ryo fill up her bike as she hadn't put any gas in it for ages. Going into town would also force her to slow down and possible return him to his Pokeball so he could rest.
Finally the girl relented, speeding into the town but easing up on the throttle at long last. She looked around, her eyes catching sight of a sign with the town's name on it. "I think this is where the base is supposed to be located," she said quietly, scanning the area with her red eyes.
'Good,' said a relieved Tyre.
Jason looked out the back of the truck he had snuck into. He could see mountains passing by the rusted red truck. He looked front into the drivers seat and saw a hooded man, A cultist, who apparently didn't know he was there in the back of the truck. He got out piano wire and wrapped it around the now surprised man's neck. He tightened and pulled on it until it cut into the man's gentle throat, cutting off the windpipe and choked him to death. The truck went out of control and swerved onto a guard rail, Jason got out and he freed all of the people who were about to become experiments for Dillon's sick experimentation.
He got into the driver's seat and pushed out the now dead man out the seat and onto the cold pavement below and gained control over the truck. He stopped the truck shortly after hearing sirens and gave out a shout. "Okay! Everyone get out! The rest of those guys will come by any second now! Hurry!" He yelled to the scared yet happy people. They got out and went into the mountainous area for shelter. Jason at last got out of the truck when the enemy helicopter finally showed up. "Put your hands up or else we'll bring you down by force!" The man shouted through the speaker of the helicopter. Jason then gave out a sigh as he pulled out his windslicer. He shot at the copter's blades and got a direct hit. The helicopter then spiraled to the ground as the people inside jumped out.
"Ah , still wanna play? Be my guest!" Jason said as he was surrounded by men with AK-47s. He drew his katana out as he disappeared into the shadows. The armed men were confused as one of them cried with a blood gurgling tone. Another lost his hand as Jason re-appeared. "You still wanna mess with me? Come and get me!" He yelled as the armed people shot at him. He dodged every single bullet and shot a pulse wave out of the katana , killing almost half of the people he was fighting. And then... and then... Nothing but an obnoxious beeping sound.
" Just a dream..." Jason muttered getting out of bed and getting dressed he jumped onto his bed and sighed. More people were killed. If it weren't for Dillon , nobody would die... he thought as he closed his eyes for a few minutes. he got back up and went outside for some fresh air. he went to the targeting range just in front of the base. he took out the windslicer he had specially created and shot at the targets. "Focus....Focuussss......" he shot three times at the targets and all of them hit dead on. The shots sliced through the red dot and made a sound that sounded like a banshee's shriek.
"Hmph , better than yesterday. Seems I'm improving on my shots a bit." he said to himself as he walked back into the base. he heard a shudder on the roof and brought out the Windslicer again. he shot at the gutter and it fell into a heap on the ground. Someone was in it. he dug the person out and found it to be no other than Rocky the clumsy rebel. "What the hell are you doing here? Trying to copy my movements and techniques again aren't you?" he yelled angrily at Rocky. "N-n-no sir! I just came to tell you that you have a new mission!" He replied. Jason didn't believe one word of it. "What is it then?" he asked him with a squint. He handed Jason a note and told him the mission. "The commander wants cookies , Jason.... Heheh..." Rocky said to Jason. Jason looked at Rocky , who is a compulsive eater.
"Lier! You just want cookies all to yourself!!! You fat pig!!!!!" he said as he puched him onto the ground. He had a dizzy look on his face as Jason went inside. Jason felt a strange presence and he went back outside. "Somebody is coming...." he muttered to himself.
"There it is..." Sol said with a smile on his face. {I love these freaking stealing and sneaking missions...} the Raichu replied. Indeed, Raph was good in sneaking into places, but this one was different. He felt the cold fresh air of the morning and the fog hadn't gone away yet. {Don´t get into dangerous situations again...} a female Pokémon voice said. The Nidorina knew well about her friend. {c'mon Rina, this will be easy! We just get in and grab the plans...} "Be still now... I'll try to get clear about the situation down there..." Sol interrupted. Their mission was to get into the small less guarded rebel warehouse. Dillon had gotten information about that there could be plans of the rebellion in one of two warehouses. The last mission was a failure because some bad people didn't find any plans. Now it was up to Sol and his team to get the plans for Dillon. Finally this was perhaps the last mission he was alone with his team. Dillon seemed to plan that he would join forces with another team, including a trainer with his Pokemon.
"I don´t want another team in the group..." he said to himself. He got used to be alone with his friends, and he couldn't think of being more than this. "OK, Raph get ready. Rina get into position..." {Got it...} both replied and left the hiding place. Once again Sol looked into his binoculars. The situation was clear. After the moment the guard made his round around the warehouse, Rina would surprise him out of her position. After the guard was down, there would be about 4 minutes for Raph to get into the warehouse and find the plans. The rest was easy to explain: After 4 minutes the first soldiers of the rebels would smell that something isn't right and going to look for the guard. Then the Raichu should have find already the plans and get outside. Sol would at this time snipe the man who wanted to find the disposed guard.
Hoping that his calculations would be right he waited the three minutes the guard needed to walk along way point one. Then he got a call on his device. "What is it?" he hissed in his communicator. "Here is the base. You have to abort your mission and come back, I repeat, abort the mission and retreat." "Retreat? Why that? We are on..." "You have your orders! Retreat now and come back! Out!" "Damn..."
Rina waited on her position. The guard was already in reach but Sol didn't make any signs. What was going on? Then Sol made a retreat sign. {What the hell?...} Even Raph did retreat. {What´s up? Why are you aborting the mission?} {Yeah, we wanna know!} "The base has called us to retreat. I don´t know but i have a bad feeling about this..." {You mean... there are commands directly from Dillon?} "Perhaps... I don´t like the idea to see him again... well, let´s get ready..." So Sol and his team turned back to the base. What was the reason? Some special mission? He didn't know, but he felt that the resolution would have a good explanation.
As they arrived at the castle to get into the armory Sol met a boy with pure white hair. He hadn't seen this boy often but as usual Sol didn't talk to him. He checked his equipment and made his way to the mission briefing room. {Hey, wasn't that just Cain Ritham?} "I don´t know... what would be the different if he was it?" Sol replied to the Raichu. {I just heard some rumors about him. He is one of the best Arcana members...} "hmmm..." They arrived the mission room. Commander Teret was awaiting them. "Good day team Delta. You have arrived the base and I should give you an explanation now, right?" "Right..." "But this won´t happen. Dillon wants something from you..."
"Dillon? What does he want from me now?" Sol asked confused. "I don´t wanna know. You know the only commands Dillon gives are for his elite. The only reason that you get your orders from me is that...." the Commander became silent. "Commander?" "Ah, it´s nothing, just go ahead and meet Dillon..."
Leaving the mission room, Sol was engulfed in thoughts. Why are the things like that?... They came to the throne room and Sol walked up to Dillon. About 10 meters before him he kneeled down, as always when he met him. "Stand up, Ganaga." Dillon said, so Sol did. You will receive an extermination mission. You have to find Kyohaku Musouka. She is a skilled and very dangerous one. We don´t have any details about her, only this photo." Dillon said and throwing a little square of paper to Sol. "hmmm..." "We just now that she is somewhere around Viridian city. Find her, get some informations and then kill her."
"Yes, my master..." Sol nearly snarled. "Good...." As Sol turned to get out of the room, Dillon added something. "Project Gangaga... don´t disappoint me..."
Sol went down to the preparation room. Nick was awaiting him. "you got a mission?" "Yup... I need some transportation." "What´s about a motorbike?"
"Bought..."
"Hey, I knew it. There you go, but know, Dillon wants that..."
"Yeah I know the rules... just give me the keys..."
Sol got his Pokemon into their balls and drove away with his new vehicle, next stop Pallet town...
Lily was meditating in a cave, increasing her psychic powers. She was on the dark side, attempting to take over the world, take it from Dillon. A small rebel troupe suddenly surrounded her. "What the hell! That was out of nowhere, all right! Good thing I meditated beforehand!" She attempted to do a mind control on the enemies. It took out about two, but there were still a good amount left, enough to kill her.
She started using her shotgun, shouting with pride, " six down, fourteen more to go!" She managed to wipe out thirteen of the enemies, leaving just one, the leader of this rebel squad. He took out a gun, shooting like mad at her. Only one bullet hit her, but it was enough to get her bleeding on the ground. She took out her shotgun, but it was out of ammo. "Time... to... use... my... last... resort... weapon..." She could barely even finish that sentence. She took out her high volt Stun Gun, and with more enthusiasm yelled, "Let's see what this baby can do!" Apparently one shot was more then enough. It took Lily a large amount of time to get up, but after about half and hour, she was up.
"Wow, twenty kills on my own! Better yet twenty kills all in the same hour. That defiantly sets a new record!" She limped out of the cave, and one she was out, she bandaged her injuries with cloth, the blood soaked through slightly but she would live.
"What the hell were they thinking, trying to win against me? This proves once again that sex doesn't really matter in war. And if I die, than at least I'll have something to look forwards to, seeing my true love again." While holding her locket to her heart and looking up at the heavens, she said, "Oh Mike, I hope you're proud."
Lily kept walking down the path. She was able to telepathically communicate with her dead boyfriend. "Yes Lily, I am very proud of you. You managed to join the side I was on and do what I could not, very good..." Lily stared at the sky again. "You mean, you were on the Arcana side?" "Of course I was Lily. Wasn't I an outcast from society? Outcasts join the dark side..." She thought about this for a little bit. "Well then, I guess I'm an outcast.
What the hell were those men doing, attacking a young lady such as myself?" "They will kill anyone, of any age or gender. It's just the way society is." "Well, that's good to know.... anyway... goodbye, talk to you later..." "Good-bye!" Lily was tearing up. She kept thinking. "I'm not sure, should I die now? Even though I would be up in heaven with Mike, he wouldn't be proud of me, dying before the end..." Then she stumbled across somebody.
Oh, curse how I always seemed to get myself in these situations. Here I am, yet again, in a room with people I don't know, and I have to act as if I've known them my whole life just so I can get some info out. And who were we interrogating this time? God, it wasn't even an Arcana. Just probably some idiot that sided with them, I thought, as I watched him tied to the chair by chains. Was he really that strong? He couldn't be, because then we'd know for sure he was an Arcana. And if this person really was an Arcana, then he was sure good at hiding it. Either way, he wasn't saying anything about Dillon.
"Alright; don't say anything on him, but tell us who you are."
This was a good way to take this situation, because they usually never spoke about Dillon. Might as well get them talking about something.
"It won't do any good for you," he said, an evil smile forming.
"And neither will this," Landis said, aiming his Beretta towards the man. "listen, I'm a changed person. I don't care who lives and who dies anymore; this bullet in your brain won't do me or you any good."
To himself, he gave a prayer that he wouldn't use the gun. Landis never wanted to use them. Hell, that changed person thing he had said was just a big bluff; he really couldn't kill a man. But that's not going to loosen my concentration.
"I don't care who you are, got it? Knowing who you are isn't going to get us nearer to Dillon than we are now. Just tell me your damn name so we can get through with this."
There was a short silence, and he readied his Beretta, pretending he was going to shoot it.
"Is that it then?" a man asked, a sly smile on his face. "You want to know the man's name before you blast his brains out?"
"As a matter of fact," Landis said, nodding. he shot upwards. The sound was always loud enough to make Landis cringe, and now he regretted doing that. Why? Because it always made him cringe; in which this man caught his cringing and knew something he didn't say aloud. Landis wasn't sure how, but he knew. Landis saw it in the look in his eye.
"You're scared of killing someone, aren't you?" the man asked.
Landis knew it was going to get to this. As planned, he aimed behind himself and shot again, hitting one of the guys paying me to do this. The man fell to the ground with a cry. He didn't get back up, and no one moved.
"Nope," Landis grinned.
Landis aimed the gun at him.
"Now, are you going to tell me anything at all?"
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Twenty bucks, a video of the interrogation, and five bullets is all he got, for not getting anything out of
of the man. Well, it was something. How was money still important, anyways? Landis didn't really care, as long as he had money.
As he left, he waved to the guy he shot, him removing the bullet proof vest. It was planned in case it had come to that. There was always a plan, but not always did we get what we wanted. Now, after getting his cheap cash, Landis was ready to leave and never return. What's wrong with me? I'm always on the run, never knowing where I'm going.
He was lucky to be getting these jobs on interrogating. Of course, he didn't just go up to people and say, "hey look, I can interrogate!" No, they would test him first. See how good he was at this. In these cases, he carried videos of previous interrogations. All of them never led anywhere, but he always had something brought out of the people he interrogated. This time, he got nothing out of the guy.
Landis walked out of the shelter and looked around. he sighed, and pointed at two directions, both being on opposite sides, or to put it simple, left or right. he flipped a coin. Tails. Guess I'm going left.
As he walked, he kept his right arm behind his head, looking down. Interrogating. It was what he did to live. That didn't mean he had to like it. As a matter of fact, the first time he had done it, he had cried afterwards at what he had done even though he didn't hurt anyone. Amazingly, he kept his face straight through the entire interrogation.
And that's how he lived his life. It was a way he survived in this world. he had wondered many times how others survived this world.
So, where am I going this time? Landis looked ahead and found a sign. It didn't say where he was going, but it was something: Route 1.
Unfortunately, he'd forgotten where every town had been a long while ago, so he didn't know what place was coming up next. Oh well, I guess I'd just have to find out. "Come on out, Sandslash," he said emotionless, tossing the ball.
The thing about Sandslash was that he was always alert. I found that out a long while ago, and it always worked for me. He would always be my ears. This was good when I was walking alone like how I was today.
"Be my bodyguard," Landis said, and then walked forward. They both did, him being alert, Sandslash being even more alert.
Secrets Of Darkness- Chapter one: Major Arcana
PG-15
Proluge
It is said, that in the world lies a fabled book that tells thy reader of the darkest secrets in mankind.
This book is thought to be but a myth or an old legend, but what we don't know is going to be our downfall, our Apocalypse.
It's the modern and carefree year of 2004, A cold February day in Johto, Blackthorn city to be exact. We see a group of teenage boys walking about near the icy caves, " Hey Dillon, I dare you to go into the closed off cavern" A boy in a red shirt says to a another boy in a polo pointing to a small cave with boards closing it off. " Can't, it's closed off" Dillon frowns pointing at the boards blockading the dark cavern. The red shirted boy smirks and with swift agility kicks the rotting boards down with a thud into the snow on the ground. Dillon smiles nervously and moves into the cavern watching his step as he goes in.
Dillon starts to see a light up ahead and starts to go faster, as if he is driven by the light. He starts to feel like he never has, the feeling is like... like... An intense sensation of happiness and power. Dillon is now going even faster not even caring he is being scratched up from the sharp ceiling and walls, he just wants the light. Thats all that matters! Just get the light! He thinks to himself. And then he finally reaches it, and he can't see what is shedding this incredible malevolent array of light. Dillon looks down on the ground to see some moldy, ratty piece of paper, No not paper, papyrus! How old is this? He thinks to himself trying to read the sodden paper.
Hemos sellado el tomo de diablos, lo sellamos en la pared northen de este cuarto de cavernas. Una ortografía antigua y la cerradura se han asegurado que el libro se quedará no leído. Tuvimos que sellarlo aquí para el Libro de Sombras no se quemaría, esto es el mal se había extendido como Plauge y ahora es terminado.
Deje a Dios tener misericordia de nuestros desgraciados después de tal Armagedón,
Firmado, Marcus, Trinidad, Leon y Se elevó
" It's in Spanish?" Dillon wondered to himself as he looked around the room for more to add to the paper he had found and then he saw the source of the majestic light and as if he were under a spell he shuffled slowly to the wall where the light was coming from, a wall. Dillon saw the crack where the light came out and felt compelled to smash it, he picked up a large rock and proceeded to smash it, he picked up a large rock and proceeded to smash it up against the wall. When the wall had been broken up effectively he moved on to grabbing the blood soaked cloth covered package. He cradled the package in his arms as if he were holding a baby and started to run out of the cavern to the outside.
Dillon started to feel the power consume him as he slowed down and fell on his knees, he started to breathe heavily and smile manically. " It's mine... all mine" He muttered to himself holding the bloody package to his chest, he started to unravel the cloth feeling better and better until the cloth was gone and a black book was left in it's place. Dillon tried to open the book only to be shocked, " what in the hell?" Dillon yelled angrily. He noticed the white lock on the book and scowled, and then a thought randomly came to him Blood acts as the key. Dillon smiled as he pulled out a small hunting knife from his pocket and started to slash at his arms, blood started to fall out of the wound and fall out on to the book. With every drop of blood the lock started to dissolve slowly, the lock fully dissolved and Dillon picked up the book quickly ignoring the wounds on his arm. More light poured out of the book as it opened, Dillon flipped a few pages until he came across a page with the words Capítulo un the top with the words Arcana Principal below it, Dillon sighed and started to touch the words. The word started to turn into English, it now read; Chapter one: Major Arcana.
Dillon smiled and started to read... and read... and read.
Two hours later
Dillon walked out of the cavern to see his friends looking bored, Dillon smiled as the red shirt from the beginning came up to him. " Where the hell you been?!" The red shirt yelled shaking Dillon. Dillon kept his smile and swiftly threw his arm through the red shirts chest going out his back. " Oh nowhere.." Dillon mumbled retracting his now blood drenched arm from his old friends chest, the red shirt gasped and fell to the ground the snow starting to turn red as he died horribly. Dillon turned to his other friends and pulled out a majestic sword, he ran at a Mach speed cutting through his friends like butter and leaving them in pieces. Dillon ran off.
It's been three years since that day and Dillon has managed to enslave the earth from his newly created castle, He has summoned the Major Arcana and become ruler of all humanity, But there are some people hoping to rebel, hoping to destroy the Major Arcana and Dillon, And I'm one of them.
So Now it's 2007, An ice cold November day and it seems to be that all hope is lost, maybe that's true and maybe it isn't, only time will tell so lets get on with our story.
Chapter One: The Beginning
Pallet Town, Rebellion Base. November 12th 2007
AJ looked around the large conference room, And to tell you the truth it was pretty Damn empty and that sure as hell didn't bring much comfort to AJ's mind considering they would need all the world had to offer them to win this war. He sighed and decided to go check the armory and make sure everything was running smoothly, " Hello AJ! Finished the Desert Eagle Project yet?" Asked a tall man in an oil stained shirt, his face was real rugid with facial hair and more grease. " Not going so well, the parts are hard to come by and when I get them it's a little hard to know the anatomy of the gun without completely taking it apart so I might be winging it for a while." AJ replied trying to act calm but it came out a bit frustrated.
" That's to bad, with that kinda firepower... We could blow a Major Arcana demon to pieces." The tall man said to AJ.
" Yeah, starting with the one located here in Pallet. The Fool." AJ said with a scowl plastered to his face.
" Don't worry 'bout it really, We completed the map of the Major Arcana Overlords." The tall man said smiling broadly and gesturing AJ over to a table. " Oh really now..." AJ muttered sitting down next to Barry. " Yep, The fool is here in Pallet, The Magician is in Viridian..." Barry started pointing at the map. " Yeah..yeah... Let me stop you right there. Your Forgetting that Dillon's been creating extra warriors, not as strong as the Major Arcana, but still mighty powerful compared to a regular human." AJ explained to Barry, " I'm gonna go check on that Desert Eagle project we were talking about" AJ mumbled walking across the room and picking up a bland gray box from inside a safe, it was heavy. He slowly opened the box and took an object out of it, Latest Project, create a desert eagle that will shoot the traditional .50 round, not AE. AJ thought to himself as he took out the large handgun, the gun would have to be bolt action to work correctly. AJ sighed and put his latest project back in the gray box, he put it back in the security case and locked it up tight. " With that... We would be able to kill the Arcana so much easier." The Hispanic muttered to himself.
" Don't get your hopes up." Said Barry from across the room, he was holding a large wrench that seemed to shimmer in the light.
" Why not?" AJ challenged changing his expression from a frown to a smirky grin, seemed to be filled with lots of sass.
" We're not ready to storm the first place, to kill The Fool." Barry said sitting down in a wooden chair.
" We're already near Pallet, we sneak in real easy and blow the Damn things head off." AJ sighed pulling his beretta from it's holster, " We could load up and go right now, Sneak in and Boom!" AJ smiled making a motion with his gun.
" Well no one's ready yet, The Fool's supposed to have a power anyway, all the Arcana do." Barry said getting up and shuffling to a cabinet. " Have a page from the Book Of Light copied in here about them, Just hold On." He said to the blue eyed Hispanic.
" Ahh! Here we go." Said the Bulky man opening a file, " Read it and Weep."
Major Arcana- Number Zero- The Fool.
The Fool is to be the weakest of the Major Arcana, yet it is the beginning of all ends and the first step to the journey of a thousand miles. The Fool can call upon it's followers with a shriek and has the ability to make a person have temporary Amnesia, The Fool's weak Point is usually quite obvious, The rose it will always in battle hold. Without the Rose The Fool cannot Regenerate and can thereby be killed traditionally. The Fool is to carry a large wooden pole that he can thrust through a man, beware his keen agility and his ability to control wolves.
AJ Sighed at the page and decided that this was gonna be hell of a lot harder then originally thought, " time to prepare anyhow" He said to Barry starting to walk off.
Blackthorn city, Arcana Castle, November 12th 2007
Reporting to the armory wasn't fun. First you needed to show your ID and your pokenav. Then they presented you with a few hundred choices. Cain only chose two weapons. A Desert Eagle and a Skorpion. But this time he took out a special order. A few weeks before Cain ordered a special type of knife. They called it a Vibroblade. Since he was thought of highly by many people in Arcana he was able to gain one. It was special technology that was barely tested. The armory officer gave him a package and asked him to sign a clipboard. Then he went towards the Torso protection part of the armory. There he gained a Flackjacket to place underneath his t-shirt. Then he went towards the Pokemon exhibit.
finally my favorite part.
Cain went towards there and found it. Here sort of a daycare for Pokemon. But this was only if the trainer was busy on other matters. Cain had always missed his Pokemon when he had to leave them. He picked up a pokeball that contained his Blaziken and another that contained his Alakazam and placed them at his belt.
Well I hope this mission will go better then the last.
Right when he was about to leave the armory he was stopped by a patrol officer
"Sorry Cain you have to report to briefing. You have a new assignment."
Cain was astonished so he replied "Really, well I hope there is some combat involved since I'm already armed."
The patrol officer replied "Oh yes. This one is going to be tricky. Its supposed to be from Dillon himself. You were handpicked for this mission."
Then Cain felt very proud for this special opportunity and said "Okay I'm on my way"
Cain walked through the halls of the Castle. He was occasionally checking his clips and putting them back into his pockets or his jacket. His Desert Eagle he reloaded a few times with the same clips and he practiced firing with his Skorpian a few times
Saves the trouble of having to do all this in a targeting range
Cain finally made it to the throne room. This was Cain's least favorite place in the entire complex. This was where he would be briefed every week for his highly destructive and dangerous mission. Then after he passed it by blowing some rebel base he would be debriefed.
Cain walked into the throne room. Dillon was sitting at his throne at the far side of the room. Cain walked over to the throne and asked him
"So you have a new mission for me?"
Dillon looked as if he had just woken up. He rose from his throne. He eyed Cain suspiciously and said
"Yes. I need you to do another stealth mission. There is a rebel base near Viridian city. It has recently been converted from an Arcana base we made fully operational 5 months ago. I need you to infiltrate the base and get into the control room. There you must be able to find a technition who will upload all the Arcana data that they haven't yet encoded to this disk."
Dillon flashed a small zip disk. It was blue in color and was see through.
"Don't hesitate to eliminate any forces you encounter. Understood?"
Cain took out his desert eagle from his inside pocket and cocked it, smiling as he heard the sound of the hammer pulling back and the bullet moving into the chamber of the gun.
"Understood."
Cain walked out of the throne room and went back to the armory. There he signed out a 2 way headset. He needed to be monitored every step of the way for a stealth mission, it was Dillon's way of saying he didn't exactly trust Cain to be silent.
Pallet Town, November 12th 2007.
Keep up, Tyre!" Kyo snapped in an impatient voice.
The large Flygon let out a growl, beating his small wings twice as much as he usually would to keep up with his trainer. She wasn't normally like this, but things were different today for some reason. For one thing, they had nearly been killed. The hotel they had stayed in the night before had collapsed. Fortunately they had been on one of the top floors and had managed to fly away virtually unharmed. However, Ryo's bike had been damaged and that was something that made her very mad.
They had been traveling for about two hours at top speed. Ryo had it easy, her bike needing only sufficient fuel to keep going. Tyre, on the other hand, needed energy and he wasn't used to flying so fast for so long. Good training, but difficult to manage.
'Why don't you slow down for a bit? It won't kill you?'
The girl didn't answer, just tightened her grip on the throttle. She didn't plan to slow down until her bike ran out of gas. They were on their way to investigate a place that supposedly belonged to a group of rebels fighting against the Arcana. If it was true, she planned to hook up with the group for a while. They might have useful information that could help her in her fight, and, if they were strong, they'd be valuable allies.
A town soon became visible and Tyre used it as an excuse for some rest. He insisted Ryo fill up her bike as she hadn't put any gas in it for ages. Going into town would also force her to slow down and possible return him to his Pokeball so he could rest.
Finally the girl relented, speeding into the town but easing up on the throttle at long last. She looked around, her eyes catching sight of a sign with the town's name on it. "I think this is where the base is supposed to be located," she said quietly, scanning the area with her red eyes.
'Good,' said a relieved Tyre.
Near Mt. Moon
Jason looked out the back of the truck he had snuck into. He could see mountains passing by the rusted red truck. He looked front into the drivers seat and saw a hooded man, A cultist, who apparently didn't know he was there in the back of the truck. He got out piano wire and wrapped it around the now surprised man's neck. He tightened and pulled on it until it cut into the man's gentle throat, cutting off the windpipe and choked him to death. The truck went out of control and swerved onto a guard rail, Jason got out and he freed all of the people who were about to become experiments for Dillon's sick experimentation.
He got into the driver's seat and pushed out the now dead man out the seat and onto the cold pavement below and gained control over the truck. He stopped the truck shortly after hearing sirens and gave out a shout. "Okay! Everyone get out! The rest of those guys will come by any second now! Hurry!" He yelled to the scared yet happy people. They got out and went into the mountainous area for shelter. Jason at last got out of the truck when the enemy helicopter finally showed up. "Put your hands up or else we'll bring you down by force!" The man shouted through the speaker of the helicopter. Jason then gave out a sigh as he pulled out his windslicer. He shot at the copter's blades and got a direct hit. The helicopter then spiraled to the ground as the people inside jumped out.
"Ah , still wanna play? Be my guest!" Jason said as he was surrounded by men with AK-47s. He drew his katana out as he disappeared into the shadows. The armed men were confused as one of them cried with a blood gurgling tone. Another lost his hand as Jason re-appeared. "You still wanna mess with me? Come and get me!" He yelled as the armed people shot at him. He dodged every single bullet and shot a pulse wave out of the katana , killing almost half of the people he was fighting. And then... and then... Nothing but an obnoxious beeping sound.
" Just a dream..." Jason muttered getting out of bed and getting dressed he jumped onto his bed and sighed. More people were killed. If it weren't for Dillon , nobody would die... he thought as he closed his eyes for a few minutes. he got back up and went outside for some fresh air. he went to the targeting range just in front of the base. he took out the windslicer he had specially created and shot at the targets. "Focus....Focuussss......" he shot three times at the targets and all of them hit dead on. The shots sliced through the red dot and made a sound that sounded like a banshee's shriek.
"Hmph , better than yesterday. Seems I'm improving on my shots a bit." he said to himself as he walked back into the base. he heard a shudder on the roof and brought out the Windslicer again. he shot at the gutter and it fell into a heap on the ground. Someone was in it. he dug the person out and found it to be no other than Rocky the clumsy rebel. "What the hell are you doing here? Trying to copy my movements and techniques again aren't you?" he yelled angrily at Rocky. "N-n-no sir! I just came to tell you that you have a new mission!" He replied. Jason didn't believe one word of it. "What is it then?" he asked him with a squint. He handed Jason a note and told him the mission. "The commander wants cookies , Jason.... Heheh..." Rocky said to Jason. Jason looked at Rocky , who is a compulsive eater.
"Lier! You just want cookies all to yourself!!! You fat pig!!!!!" he said as he puched him onto the ground. He had a dizzy look on his face as Jason went inside. Jason felt a strange presence and he went back outside. "Somebody is coming...." he muttered to himself.
Blackthorn city, Arcana tower, November 12th 2007
"There it is..." Sol said with a smile on his face. {I love these freaking stealing and sneaking missions...} the Raichu replied. Indeed, Raph was good in sneaking into places, but this one was different. He felt the cold fresh air of the morning and the fog hadn't gone away yet. {Don´t get into dangerous situations again...} a female Pokémon voice said. The Nidorina knew well about her friend. {c'mon Rina, this will be easy! We just get in and grab the plans...} "Be still now... I'll try to get clear about the situation down there..." Sol interrupted. Their mission was to get into the small less guarded rebel warehouse. Dillon had gotten information about that there could be plans of the rebellion in one of two warehouses. The last mission was a failure because some bad people didn't find any plans. Now it was up to Sol and his team to get the plans for Dillon. Finally this was perhaps the last mission he was alone with his team. Dillon seemed to plan that he would join forces with another team, including a trainer with his Pokemon.
"I don´t want another team in the group..." he said to himself. He got used to be alone with his friends, and he couldn't think of being more than this. "OK, Raph get ready. Rina get into position..." {Got it...} both replied and left the hiding place. Once again Sol looked into his binoculars. The situation was clear. After the moment the guard made his round around the warehouse, Rina would surprise him out of her position. After the guard was down, there would be about 4 minutes for Raph to get into the warehouse and find the plans. The rest was easy to explain: After 4 minutes the first soldiers of the rebels would smell that something isn't right and going to look for the guard. Then the Raichu should have find already the plans and get outside. Sol would at this time snipe the man who wanted to find the disposed guard.
Hoping that his calculations would be right he waited the three minutes the guard needed to walk along way point one. Then he got a call on his device. "What is it?" he hissed in his communicator. "Here is the base. You have to abort your mission and come back, I repeat, abort the mission and retreat." "Retreat? Why that? We are on..." "You have your orders! Retreat now and come back! Out!" "Damn..."
Rina waited on her position. The guard was already in reach but Sol didn't make any signs. What was going on? Then Sol made a retreat sign. {What the hell?...} Even Raph did retreat. {What´s up? Why are you aborting the mission?} {Yeah, we wanna know!} "The base has called us to retreat. I don´t know but i have a bad feeling about this..." {You mean... there are commands directly from Dillon?} "Perhaps... I don´t like the idea to see him again... well, let´s get ready..." So Sol and his team turned back to the base. What was the reason? Some special mission? He didn't know, but he felt that the resolution would have a good explanation.
As they arrived at the castle to get into the armory Sol met a boy with pure white hair. He hadn't seen this boy often but as usual Sol didn't talk to him. He checked his equipment and made his way to the mission briefing room. {Hey, wasn't that just Cain Ritham?} "I don´t know... what would be the different if he was it?" Sol replied to the Raichu. {I just heard some rumors about him. He is one of the best Arcana members...} "hmmm..." They arrived the mission room. Commander Teret was awaiting them. "Good day team Delta. You have arrived the base and I should give you an explanation now, right?" "Right..." "But this won´t happen. Dillon wants something from you..."
"Dillon? What does he want from me now?" Sol asked confused. "I don´t wanna know. You know the only commands Dillon gives are for his elite. The only reason that you get your orders from me is that...." the Commander became silent. "Commander?" "Ah, it´s nothing, just go ahead and meet Dillon..."
Leaving the mission room, Sol was engulfed in thoughts. Why are the things like that?... They came to the throne room and Sol walked up to Dillon. About 10 meters before him he kneeled down, as always when he met him. "Stand up, Ganaga." Dillon said, so Sol did. You will receive an extermination mission. You have to find Kyohaku Musouka. She is a skilled and very dangerous one. We don´t have any details about her, only this photo." Dillon said and throwing a little square of paper to Sol. "hmmm..." "We just now that she is somewhere around Viridian city. Find her, get some informations and then kill her."
"Yes, my master..." Sol nearly snarled. "Good...." As Sol turned to get out of the room, Dillon added something. "Project Gangaga... don´t disappoint me..."
Sol went down to the preparation room. Nick was awaiting him. "you got a mission?" "Yup... I need some transportation." "What´s about a motorbike?"
"Bought..."
"Hey, I knew it. There you go, but know, Dillon wants that..."
"Yeah I know the rules... just give me the keys..."
Sol got his Pokemon into their balls and drove away with his new vehicle, next stop Pallet town...
Cave outside of Viridian City. November 12th 2007
Lily was meditating in a cave, increasing her psychic powers. She was on the dark side, attempting to take over the world, take it from Dillon. A small rebel troupe suddenly surrounded her. "What the hell! That was out of nowhere, all right! Good thing I meditated beforehand!" She attempted to do a mind control on the enemies. It took out about two, but there were still a good amount left, enough to kill her.
She started using her shotgun, shouting with pride, " six down, fourteen more to go!" She managed to wipe out thirteen of the enemies, leaving just one, the leader of this rebel squad. He took out a gun, shooting like mad at her. Only one bullet hit her, but it was enough to get her bleeding on the ground. She took out her shotgun, but it was out of ammo. "Time... to... use... my... last... resort... weapon..." She could barely even finish that sentence. She took out her high volt Stun Gun, and with more enthusiasm yelled, "Let's see what this baby can do!" Apparently one shot was more then enough. It took Lily a large amount of time to get up, but after about half and hour, she was up.
"Wow, twenty kills on my own! Better yet twenty kills all in the same hour. That defiantly sets a new record!" She limped out of the cave, and one she was out, she bandaged her injuries with cloth, the blood soaked through slightly but she would live.
"What the hell were they thinking, trying to win against me? This proves once again that sex doesn't really matter in war. And if I die, than at least I'll have something to look forwards to, seeing my true love again." While holding her locket to her heart and looking up at the heavens, she said, "Oh Mike, I hope you're proud."
Lily kept walking down the path. She was able to telepathically communicate with her dead boyfriend. "Yes Lily, I am very proud of you. You managed to join the side I was on and do what I could not, very good..." Lily stared at the sky again. "You mean, you were on the Arcana side?" "Of course I was Lily. Wasn't I an outcast from society? Outcasts join the dark side..." She thought about this for a little bit. "Well then, I guess I'm an outcast.
What the hell were those men doing, attacking a young lady such as myself?" "They will kill anyone, of any age or gender. It's just the way society is." "Well, that's good to know.... anyway... goodbye, talk to you later..." "Good-bye!" Lily was tearing up. She kept thinking. "I'm not sure, should I die now? Even though I would be up in heaven with Mike, he wouldn't be proud of me, dying before the end..." Then she stumbled across somebody.
Isolated Room, Viridian City, November 12th 2007
Oh, curse how I always seemed to get myself in these situations. Here I am, yet again, in a room with people I don't know, and I have to act as if I've known them my whole life just so I can get some info out. And who were we interrogating this time? God, it wasn't even an Arcana. Just probably some idiot that sided with them, I thought, as I watched him tied to the chair by chains. Was he really that strong? He couldn't be, because then we'd know for sure he was an Arcana. And if this person really was an Arcana, then he was sure good at hiding it. Either way, he wasn't saying anything about Dillon.
"Alright; don't say anything on him, but tell us who you are."
This was a good way to take this situation, because they usually never spoke about Dillon. Might as well get them talking about something.
"It won't do any good for you," he said, an evil smile forming.
"And neither will this," Landis said, aiming his Beretta towards the man. "listen, I'm a changed person. I don't care who lives and who dies anymore; this bullet in your brain won't do me or you any good."
To himself, he gave a prayer that he wouldn't use the gun. Landis never wanted to use them. Hell, that changed person thing he had said was just a big bluff; he really couldn't kill a man. But that's not going to loosen my concentration.
"I don't care who you are, got it? Knowing who you are isn't going to get us nearer to Dillon than we are now. Just tell me your damn name so we can get through with this."
There was a short silence, and he readied his Beretta, pretending he was going to shoot it.
"Is that it then?" a man asked, a sly smile on his face. "You want to know the man's name before you blast his brains out?"
"As a matter of fact," Landis said, nodding. he shot upwards. The sound was always loud enough to make Landis cringe, and now he regretted doing that. Why? Because it always made him cringe; in which this man caught his cringing and knew something he didn't say aloud. Landis wasn't sure how, but he knew. Landis saw it in the look in his eye.
"You're scared of killing someone, aren't you?" the man asked.
Landis knew it was going to get to this. As planned, he aimed behind himself and shot again, hitting one of the guys paying me to do this. The man fell to the ground with a cry. He didn't get back up, and no one moved.
"Nope," Landis grinned.
Landis aimed the gun at him.
"Now, are you going to tell me anything at all?"
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Twenty bucks, a video of the interrogation, and five bullets is all he got, for not getting anything out of
of the man. Well, it was something. How was money still important, anyways? Landis didn't really care, as long as he had money.
As he left, he waved to the guy he shot, him removing the bullet proof vest. It was planned in case it had come to that. There was always a plan, but not always did we get what we wanted. Now, after getting his cheap cash, Landis was ready to leave and never return. What's wrong with me? I'm always on the run, never knowing where I'm going.
He was lucky to be getting these jobs on interrogating. Of course, he didn't just go up to people and say, "hey look, I can interrogate!" No, they would test him first. See how good he was at this. In these cases, he carried videos of previous interrogations. All of them never led anywhere, but he always had something brought out of the people he interrogated. This time, he got nothing out of the guy.
Landis walked out of the shelter and looked around. he sighed, and pointed at two directions, both being on opposite sides, or to put it simple, left or right. he flipped a coin. Tails. Guess I'm going left.
As he walked, he kept his right arm behind his head, looking down. Interrogating. It was what he did to live. That didn't mean he had to like it. As a matter of fact, the first time he had done it, he had cried afterwards at what he had done even though he didn't hurt anyone. Amazingly, he kept his face straight through the entire interrogation.
And that's how he lived his life. It was a way he survived in this world. he had wondered many times how others survived this world.
So, where am I going this time? Landis looked ahead and found a sign. It didn't say where he was going, but it was something: Route 1.
Unfortunately, he'd forgotten where every town had been a long while ago, so he didn't know what place was coming up next. Oh well, I guess I'd just have to find out. "Come on out, Sandslash," he said emotionless, tossing the ball.
The thing about Sandslash was that he was always alert. I found that out a long while ago, and it always worked for me. He would always be my ears. This was good when I was walking alone like how I was today.
"Be my bodyguard," Landis said, and then walked forward. They both did, him being alert, Sandslash being even more alert.
End of Chapter 1.
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