AN : This story isn't an ordinary pokemon story, it is a Combiomorph story. Combiomorphs are not my creation, they belong to pikachuhunter1. To find out about them, I suggest you read their flagship story, An Apple For Ralts. Anyway, R&R Three Stories, and read An Apple For Ralts, and the combiomorph challenge.

Dissclaimer : Don't own pokemon, don't own combiomorphs.

Three Stories

The First Story

Mid-way through my journey in life, I found my self on a dark road, and I had long sense wandered from the straight and true. Above me was a cloudless sky, where a full, pale, moon hung, suspended against the black. Despite the lack of clouds, their were no stars I could see. For a moment, I could see Emma's face reflected in the moon, her black hair swept behind her, her green eyes laughing mischievously. But Emma wasn't there, nor was she in the car with me. Soon, I would be with her, but until then, I was alone.

In the seat beside me, several items of various importance had been thrown about carelessly. A newspaper, a stun gun, a half empty squirt bottle, a pair of hand cuffs, and an empty pokeball. The day before, the pokeball had held a very dear and personal friend to me, who I had released before going on my journey. I assumed he (I think he was a he, to be honest, unless a pokemon has a definitive different form for their gender, it could be very hard to tell) would be happier not having to shuttle me around every where.

Under the front passenger seat was an old, oak box, with the letters GS written on the front, in gold letters. The box was latched shut by a small lock, I wasn't ever going to open it again, and the moment I got to my destination, I planned on throwing it in a lake. Thinking about the box, I reached under the newspaper beside me. My fingers curled, and uncurled around the handle of a Browning Buck Mark. It had a wooden comfort grip, cracked from when I smashed another mans skull in. Rather nasty and bloody affair, but necessary for my purposes.

I drummed my hands on the wheel, trying to stay awake. I was exhausted, after two days on stopping only to refuel, and to eat twice. My radio had been pried out and sold two days earlier. I needed to use cash, unless the HPA found me. If they found me, it would be hell to pay, for what I did. Occasionally, my eyes would dart to the news paper, the title reading WORLD LEADER JANICE ABIGNALE SIGHNS MONEY FOR COMBIO PROTECTION. The title made me laugh, it would always make me laugh. Oh Janice, you lousy lying piece of shit.

Combiomorphs, who first came up with that word? Heck, who first came up with them? Combiomorphs were the personification of combination. They were three parts, two parts pokemon (not the same pokemon) and one part human. The first morphs had appeared in an apple orchard, some where in the world, a long time ago. Slowly, hundreds, and then thousands of morphs appeared, to the point that seeing them every where was not uncommon. They were stronger then humans, their combinations generally negated the weakness' of a pokemon, and they were feared by humans and pokemon alike.

They didn't fit in with humans, because they weren't "quit human enough". They were disliked by pokemon, but I don't know why. After several years, the government decided they wanted to try to make their own combiomorphs, a few years before Ms. Janice became our leader. The government would take children, and create morphs, trying to train them into soldiers. Since children aren't the easiest things in the world to take care of, and a project of this magnitude is hard to hide, it was discovered two years after it began. The project was shut down, all of the children were placed in foster care.

The public out rage was extra ordinary. First, they wanted to kill the government, for what they did to the kids. Then, they wanted to kill the kids, for being combiomorphs. Finally, they wanted to kill the combiomorphs for being combiomorphs. That was ten years ago, maybe eleven, and combiomorph hate crimes were at an all time low rate of 200 percent! Any time I hear people talk about how we live in enlightened times, and times of understanding, I laugh until I shit my self.

The main source of anti-combio sentiment came from a group called Human Purity Army. The group, I had decided, were a bunch of crazies, determined to eliminate all combiomorphs, by any means necessary. They had been around for a long time, although how long is any ones guess. They will always be remembered as the group who killed Marla Newman. She had been a young Heracross/Hypno combiomorph, whom the group had beaten until her psychic power didn't work, before nailing her to a wooden cross, and setting her on fire. They sent the video to every major news station, not just in the country, but in the world. The station would talk about how sick they were over Marla's death, before showing the uncut video for the 100 the time. Pigs.

HPA members could be any where, they weren't easily recognized. They didn't wear uniforms, or all carry guns, or sacrifice virgins at midnight as a sign of their crazy. Their was only one thing all members of HPA had in common. Each had a tattoo, on the right palm of men and the left of women. The tattoo was a small H, a large P, and a small A, all superimposed over an eight sided black star. Although having that tattoo was a dead give away, the soldiers still thought was it as a badge of honor. We have a word for people like that, morons.

As I drove away from my life, and my problems, I hoped to never see another HPA solider or combiomorph, at least not any time soon. Well, I was wrong. The road I was driving on, on both sides, were large trees. They blocked my field of vision, and the darkness obscured shapes. The only things I could see was the sky, and the road in front of me, thanks to my headlights. I was especially grateful for the headlights, because they revealed two figures in the road, allowing me to swerve and not hit them.

"Mother fucker" I groaned, as I slowly pulled my head up from the steering wheel, which I had slammed into pretty hard.

"Do you need any help" One of the figures, a woman, called.

"No, no thank you" I said, as I flicked the light in my car on, "I'm fine, I- I was cut off by surprise. Combiomorphs, both figures were combiomorphs. Shit.

I reached into the passengers seat, for my gun. The clip was fully loaded, each bullet tipped with special ceramic (second hardest substance found in nature, cheaper the diamonds, and can punch a hole in a steel sheet). I could shoot both of them in the head, before they got the chance to blink. No one would be able to find me, no one lived in these woods, I was alone for four hundred miles.

"What are you doing Gabe?" Emma asked from the backseat.

"I'm not sure" I muttered. "It's my natural survivor instinct"

"You can't kill them" She whispered in my ear, as she draped her arms over my shoulders. "What did they do to you?"

"They're combios, need I say more?" I tightened my grip on the cracked butt of my gun. "It's not like the world will be missing any thing. Besides, I'll make it painless, bang-bang, dead"

"That's wrong Gabe" Emma whispered, her arms crossed over my chest, "What if the shoe was on the other foot?"

"But it isn't" I said, my confidence wavering. Emma nuzzled her face against mine.

"What would I do?" Emma asked, before kissing the side of my face. I sigh, and feel the gun fall away. I pull the key out of the ignition, and get out of my car.

"Are you two okay?" I asked the two combios.

"Yeah, we're fine" The woman responded.

"You two are in trouble" I said, "Do you need any help?" The two figures looked at each other.

"Why would you s-say that?" The man this time. A slight stutter, proof they are in some kind of trouble.

"Do you know where we are?" They both nodded. "We are in the four hundred mile woods that separate Kanto from Johto. Most people fly their, or take an air ship. A few drive. None walk. Its suicide to walk, there is nothing here. Town start when value is put on land, generally when something is discovered, like oil or diamonds. Nothing has been discovered here, this place has no value. No people, no supplies for a long journey, you two are running from something" I smiled, "You're in luck, I'm also running from something. I'll give you two a ride.

"Are you sure?" The woman asked, "Isn't it dangerous to be caught with a pair of combiomorphs?"

"Fuck danger, if you want a ride, get in. If you don't, I'll leave you here" They didn't have to be told twice, and quickly got into the back seat of my car. I put the key in the ignition, and the over head light came back on, giving me a better view of both of them.

I'll describe the woman first. Her whole skin, minus her arms, was a shiny gray color, the color of polished metal. Her right arm was a large, blue and black, armor plated blade. She had two, plated wings growing out of her back, pressed flat. Her left arm looked normal, except for the fact it was colored red, and it appeared to be magnetic. She had a blue plated, spiked tail, curled around her waist. Her face was normal, except her left eye was red.

"Their aren't any seatbelts" The Armaldo/Magnezone combiomorph said.

"You could probably deflect an atom bomb" I said, "What do you care about seatbelts?" I turned to the man.

He wasn't any more subtle then his female friend. He also had a large tail curled around his waist, but his was dark gray, and made of rock. His body was covered with brown fur, even his face, the only place with out fur had rock. On his stomach, was a yellow ring. His left arm was a Rhydon drill, and his right looked normal, except for the wickedly sharp claws coming out of his fingers.

"You know," I said, "I look at you two, and wonder, how does my car hold you two? Never mind, what's your name?" They looked at each other.

"Whose?" The woman asked.

"Both of yours. If I'm going to talk to you two, I need to know your names. If you don't feel comfortable, you can just give me your first name" They nodded.

"I'm Kenny" The male said.

"I'm Carmen" The woman said. Innocent names, from two people who look like they were built to be killing machines.

"Well, I'm Gabriel" I said, "May I ask, where are we going"

"Two hundred miles this direction" Carmen said, "Until we come to a large yellow rock, it can only be seen at night. After that, Kenny and me have to travel on foot" I wasn't even going to ask why they were traveling two hundred miles on foot, or how they hoped to accomplish it.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" I asked, as I took a cigarette out of my shirt pocket.

"Its your car" Kenny said. "But don't you know, those things will kill you"

"Not if the HPA catches me first" I mumbled, lighting up. I took a long drag, then gestured at Carmen. "What are you running from. I want to hear your story"

"What about me?" Kenny asked.

"You latter, her now" I said.

"Why should I tell you a thing?" Carmen asked.

"Because, I think we're running from the same thing" I said, "We're running from the HPA"

"How do you know we're running from the HPA?" Carmen asked, uncertainly.

"You first" I said. I took another drag, "Why are you here, what's your story" Carmen gulped.

"Alright, my story. Well, it begins back when I was still human"

A Village, Somewhere in Kanto

I was born and raised in northern Kanto, in a village so small, it didn't have a Pokemon center, or even a name. It was nestled in a valley, in between mountains that ran along the Kanto/Sinnoh border. Snow fell regularly eight months of the year, but in June, their was no snow. The area was alive with lush green trees and grass, blue geraniums, red roses, and berry bushes of multiple colors. A wonderful tapestry, and a feast for the eyes.

Not many people came to our village, due to its remote location, but also another reason. Our village had no combiomorphs living there, but it had plenty stay there from time to time. We were inviting to combiomorphs, and that earned us scorn from much of Kanto, and hatred from the HPA.

I lived in a two story, clapboard house, on the edge of the village. From the view of my window, I could see the base of a mountain, covered with large trees. I loved the mountain, I had always felt a connection with nature, with the beauty found in the wilderness. My parents allowed me to explore the base of the mountain, and to walk any where on a walking trail, but not to go any where that required me to climb a rock or ice wall. I owned mountain climbing gear (they didn't know) so I did what I wanted.

That day is permanently etched into my mind, every little detail. I awoke to water, dribbling off of tree branches. It had rained heavily the night before, and a fog hung over the village. The sun had trouble breaking through the fog, and sense the mountain was in front of my window, I generally awoke in darkness, and today was no exception.

"Ugh, what a head ache" I moaned, as I woke up, my head splitting from top to bottom. I looked at the clock on the night stand beside me, eleven am. One good thing about the middle of summer, you can stay awake until two am the night before, and sleep all day the next morning.

The ice cold floor sent a little jolt through my spine with every step I took, as I walked out of my room, and down to the kitchen. My parents were both gone, and a note on the fridge said "Cam Cam darling, back at noon, love you, Mom"

I sighed, and crumpled up the note. I had an hour to be out of the house, and up the mountain. I didn't get along with my parents because, well, they were members of a bizarre religious organization called The Tabernacle of The Sun. The TTS taught them that TV and computers were devices used to warp the minds of devout followers. Of course, they believed that God lived on Planet Nipto, non-organic food allowed brain parasites to burrow into your brain, and pokemon were all inhabited by demons.

I liked pokemon. I found them fascinating, living representations of the beauty in the world. I didn't want to be a trainer, that held no real interest to me. I wanted to live away from the world, I found people annoying, pokemon were the only creatures I really related to (as much as I liked them, I never wanted to be part pokemon, still I'm not sure if I wanted to). My goals for life one day was to travel the world, aimlessly. I wanted to record what I saw, not for any one to read, just me. I wanted to have fun. Basically, my goal in life, was to have no goal in life EVER. God, I was a little shit back then, wasn't I? Well, that's the fun part about being fifteen, you get to be a little shit.

I didn't bother to shower, or comb my hair. I pulled on a pair of blue jeans, and an old sweat shirt, and some really ratty shoes. I threw together a lunch fast (the only food we had was fruit, and the only liquid we had was water). I was three steps out the front door, when I heard "Carmen!"

"Shit" I muttered. Putting on my best shit eating grin, I turned around to the woman who called my name. "Hello, Mrs. Murgatiod"

Mrs. Murgatiod was my next door neighbor. I'd put her age somewhere between eighty and a million. She had been in the village longer then the house she lived in, and most people thought she was out of her fucking mind. I'm not the best judge of crazy, I had parents who had told me Santa was a cannibal who ate disobedient children. I liked Mrs. M, she always had interesting things to say, and she had an Absol, who might have been as old as she was. The Absol, named Petra, was coming along beside her. I bent down, and petted the fur on the side of her face.

"I haven't seen you in ages" Mrs. Murgatiod said, as I stood back up, "How have you been? How are you parents, are they fine?" actually, I had seen Mrs. M two days ago. The old woman was a widow, and growing increasingly lonely, so she desperately needed some one to talk with. I generally filled that void, although other people occasionally manned up. Most people avoided her, thinking she was a loon. When you're that lonely, two days really is a life time alone. I hope I never end that bad off.

"Every one is fine" I said, desperately wanting to get away, before my parents returned. "And I'm sure you're fine to, so with that established, I'm going to"

"Jean and Fantine are gone" This froze me in mid-step. Mrs. Murgatiod had only one specialty, she was the biggest gossip on the planet. Since people ignored her, she would listen to people, and hear more then they want to know. And Jean and Fantine leaving was something big.

Jean and Fantine were a combiomorph, and a human woman, who were living at the only hotel in town. Where they came from, we didn't know, all we knew was they had been here a month, and their origins were shrouded in mystery. Aside from the fact their names were obvious aliases, its odd to see a combio and a human traveling together, much less living together. Rumors flew around, that the two were in a sexual relationship (an offense that could result in prison time, at the time), even though they had rented two rooms. He was believed to be a run away prisoner, and she was believed to have worked for the government. Or maybe she was also a prisoner. I always found her weird, when ever she was seen in town, she wore a glove over her left hand. With the cloud of suspicion they were under, disappearing didn't help things.

"When did it happen?"

"In the middle of the night. They left all their clothing, and climbed out their windows. All of the identification they had, fake. Every thing about them, fake"

"That prison/government rumor might not have been fake" I said. "If they had to run in the middle of the night"

"This begs the question" Mrs. M said, "Who was after them? If the two of them are gone, does that mean who was hunting them will follow?"

I sat on a small overlook, almost three thousand feet up, looking at the village. All of the people looked like little dots, scurrying about, like insects. The houses looked like dollhouses, plastic, and some what cute. If I reached out, I felt like I could grab them, and pick them up. This was how I liked to view the village, separate from all of their little problems, watching over them, like they were children. I felt strong, all powerful, like God, sitting on his cloud. I wouldn't want that much responsibility, but it was nice to pretend.

"I am the almighty Carmen" I cried, "Fear my power" They ignored me. I sighed, and ate the last of my banana I had brought. All I had was a half empty water bottle, and an apple.

As I stood up, a large shadow passed over me. Looking up, I saw the outline of something large and majestic, some kind of flying type pokemon, but I didn't know what. All I saw was a black out line, but what ever it was, it was huge.

I decided to go back to my house, for some reason, their was nothing here that excited me. I turned to go back down the trail I had come up, not noticing the fog that had hung in the air the whole time, suddenly growing thicker.

"I can't see a thing" I muttered. The fog had risen up, in a smooth and entombing white wall. I could no longer see the trees, or the sky, or the dirt path I had walked up on. I was vaguely aware I was still walking up, but I couldn't, or didn't want to turn around. The fog was comforting, even though it hid everything. Including the large stone wall I walked into.

"Fuck!" I cried, as I fell on my butt, holding my bleeding nose. I had walked straight into something stone. As I looked up, I could see a giant brown wall, completely taking up my field of vision, but I couldn't see the top. Sticking out of the wall, were a series of small stone ledges, sticking about nine inches out of the ground, running all the way up the wall. Blood dripped from one of the ledges, where I smacked my nose.

If you asked me now, I couldn't explain it. In fact, I probably couldn't have explained it then. I grabbed onto one of the ledges, placed my foot on one, and began to climb up. Although I had to be careful when I place my foot on the ledge with my blood, all of the ledges were strong, so I was able to climb up the wall quickly.

It was as if I was guided by some unknown force, pulling my up, moving me like a puppet. I climbed for what seemed like forever, and I never got tired, or even curious as to where I was going. Every thing would be okay, I would get there when I got there. Never mind I couldn't hear any of the pokemon in the forest, or even the rain dripping off trees. Who cares that it rained all night, and the wall is bone dry, every thing will be okay.

As long as the wall was, its end was equally abrupt. My hand suddenly made contact with the top of the wall, or cliff. I could feel grass on top of the cliff, and as I pulled my head up, the fog was almost gone.

On top of the cliff, was covered with grass, which grew to the edge of a large pool of water. Floating above the pool, was a Gardevoir. I could see the top of her helmet, her head was turned down. Behind her, was a wall of fog, thicker and darker then the one I had walked in. I thought she was asleep, until her head shot up.

Hello Carmen The Gardevoir said, her words reverberating in my skull. Her red eyes sparkled at my shock, as I took one step back.

"H-how did you know my name?" I asked. The Gardevoir floated closer, until she came to the edge of the pool.

I brought you here Carmen. You climbed up a wall that doesn't exist, to find a pool that can't be found. The last thing you should wonder, is how I know your name. I nodded.

"Alright, you brought me here" I locked eyes with her. "Why am I here?"

Don't you know?

"NO!" I yelled. She laughed.

Carmen, your goal in life is not to have a goal. But, life doesn't work that way. You are special Carmen, you're going to be part of something great. You are not alone, many others have a part to play, in a drama unfolding in front of their eyes.

"What if I don't want a part to play?" I asked. Unconsciously, I reached for the apple in the bag I brought for lunch.

You only think you don't want to. You can only see part of this story, if you could see the whole thing, you would beg to be part of it.

"I don't care" I took a bite of the apple, "I want to be left alone"

It's to late. As she said (thought?) this, the first convulsion racked my body.

"What the?" I looked at the apple, which I dropped on the ground. "W-what did you do to me?"

I'm sorry. The pain was intense, my body was on fire. I felt my lips moving, but no sound came out. Feeling my body being shredded, I closed my eyes, and passed out.

When I came to, I was still in tremendous pain. Water had rushed over me, when I passed out, I fell into the pool. Of my four combinations, not a damn one is resistant to water. Opening my eyes was the hardest thing I've ever done. The water burned like acid. My vision was blurred, and my body felt heavy, my right arm was completely stiff. I couldn't move my fingers at all, but something was distracting it.

I was feeling things I should never have been able to. I could feel pain rocketing straight up my spine, from a limb above my butt. I could feel pain radiate through my back, through limbs that couldn't be there. I had to get out.

I kicked my lead heavy legs, until my head bumped into a dirt wall. Please let this be it. I hefted my left arm, whose fingers I could mover, over the edge, and some how, dragged my self up.

I rotated between pulling with my left arm, and stabbing with my right, until even my feet where out of the water. I flipped onto my back, panting, only to realize, I was inclined at least a foot off of the ground. Sighing, I knew it was time to open my eyes. I looked at my right arm. A claw stared back at me. I nodded, and then screamed at the top of my lungs.

I jumped up, all exhaustion from earlier gone. Slowly, I made my way over to the pool, where my new reflection greeted my. As I touched my metal body, with my magnetic arm, it took a Herculean effort not to pass out. A combiomorph, I was a freaking combiomorph.

"T-this can't be happening" I said, walking backwards, "I can-AWWWWWAAAA!" I stepped off the edge of the wall, and plummeted to the ground. "Think Carmen, unless you want to die? What are you? Magnezone and Armaldo, and Armaldo have wings!"

My wings were gigantic, but effective. Fluttering my beetle wings quickly, I was able to flip so I was facing down, and then so I would slow down. I lost so much speed, I simply floated to the ground. The moment my feet hit earth, I laughed.

"Okay, now that was fun" I said. I turned around, to see the wall was no longer there. "The Gardevoir wasn't lying. I climbed up a wall, that doesn't exist, to find a pool that can't be found"

How do you explain this to your family

"I'll think about that later" I muttered, "Lets get out of here now" I walked back up the dirt trail, that lead to the overlook, where I had eating lunch. I sat down, only to jump back up, jabbed in the butt by my tail. Wrapping it around my waist, I looked down at the village. And my blood ran cold.

Every one in my village was being marched out of their house, or their business, and into the center of town. They were lead at gun point, by men wearing all black uniforms, each holding an assault rifle. I noticed that each person in black had the letters HPA on their back.

My village had about 120 people who lived there, it really was that small. All of the people were forced to sit in the center of town, while all the soldiers stood around them, guns pointed, ready to shoot. Slowly, the circle of black uniforms parted, and he walked in.

The others you could tell were soldiers, but not him. When he walked through the circle, he looked so out of place, it wasn't funny. He was wearing a button up white shirt, with a sweater vest over it, and the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He wore dress pants, shiny shoes, and a pair of large, black frame glasses. He was smoking a cigar.

"Hello assorted people, of little village in the ninth ring of hell" The man said. "I am Mr. Lyn, and you are prisoners of the Human Purity Army" This sent shock waves through the people. Even in my little village, we knew who the HPA were. "Now, this can all end quickly, if you tell us what we need to know. Now, you had a combiomorph and a human woman living here, where are they now?"

"Nobody knows" A woman said. It was Mrs. Murgatiod, shit. Petra sat beside her, looking at the soldiers with rage. Mr. Lyn walked over to Mrs. M.

"What do you mean, no one knows?"

"They left in the middle of the night" Mr. Lyn nodded.

"That's really to bad" He grabbed a riffle off of on of the soldiers, and fired at Mrs. M, killing her with a bullet to the head. Petra jumped at him, and he blew Petra away. He then opened fire on every one else.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha" Lyn laughed, as blood and bone splattered. The people were attempting to run away, but the moment they got out of the circle, the other soldiers opened fire on them. "Die you fucking bastards! Die you shit fucks"

In two minutes, the soldiers stopped firing. All of the people lay in a broken pile, on top of each other, their blood pooling together. My parents had died down there, where I doubt I'll ever know. In moments, it was done, and as quickly as they came, the army vanished, leaving every one to die in the street. The blood and the death clouded my thinking, as I jumped off of the overlook. Once again guided by some unknown force, I was able to glide to the ground, my mind a blank.

I landed in my side yard, to the sound of air blowing through the empty buildings, and footsteps echoing off the stone streets. Some one was still here, and I needed to find out who. In spite of the fact my body might have weighed a half a ton, I was able to move silently through the destruction. The faces of the people, looking at me with dead eyes, mouths locked in silent screams, brought tears to my eyes, but I did not cry.

I had to hold my tail with my magnetic arm, to avoid the spikes bumping into any thing. I walked, until I came upon one HPA solider. He wasn't very old, probably still a kid, with curly red hair, and a face full of freckles. He was somebody's baby, but in his hands was an assault riffle, the baby had a toy.

"Hey fucker" I said. The boy jumped, and span around, finger on the trigger. Upon seeing me, he fired off a volley of bullets. Instinctively, I raised my magnetic arm, and all of the bullets got stuck to it. The bullets were armor piercing rounds, steel rounds, and sense steel is made of iron, it is highly magnetic. The boy screamed, as my magnetic arm jerked the gun out of his hand, and into my palm.

"Pu-please" He begged. He took one step back, as I threw the gun away and jumped on him. I drove my claw into his leg, blood spurting every where. He screamed, tears of pain dribbling out of his eyes. I held my magnetic arm around his throat, preparing to fill him with a thousand volts.

"Stop it" A firm voice commanded.

"Grrr, who asked you" I yelled, turning around quickly. My magnetic hand let go of the solider, but the claw was still in his leg. I wouldn't have noticed if he managed to escape though, because I was shocked by what was behind me.

Combiomorphs, at least twelve, stared at me, their faces expressionless. The one who spoke to me was a Blastoise/Gallade combiomorph, powerful and scary, I was actually shaking. "W-who are you?"

"I am Enjorlas" The lead combio said. "We need that man" I looked back at the shaking boy.

"Let me kill him fist, and you can have him"

"This boy is not responsible for the death that has happened here today" Enjorlas said, "He is not armed. If you kill him, it will be murder, and you will be no better then them" I let out a scream of frustration, before nodding, and pulling the claw out. The boy was then grabbed by two other combios. "Flip his hand over, right hand"

They did, and on the boys right palm, was a tattoo. It was an eight sided black, or blue star, with the letters HPA on it. "That is the sign of the HPA" Enjorlas said to me, "Right hand for men, left hand for women. If the star has a silver band on the edge, it means the person is one of the HPA's assassins. If it has a gold band, then the person is one of the top five assassins working for the HPA, and has over one hundred kills" Enjorlas helped me to my feet.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"The HPA attacked your village, because two of our agents were hiding here" He said, "You knew them by the names Jean and Fantine. Jean was one of our agents, Fantine was a virologist who we were helping run. They got wind of an HPA troop coming, so they ran. First, they got in contact with me. We came here, hoping to stop them" Enjorlas looked at a woman's body, face completely blown away, "We were to late"

"You're damn right you were to late" I screamed.

"We hid them here, until we could set up a false identity for both of them. Unfortunately, every one here is dead, and for that I am sorry" Enjorlas sounded sincere. "Now, you need to come with us"

"Why?"

"The HPA left this boy here to clean up, and make sure no one was left behind. When he never shows up again, they'll come back, and they will kill you. You come with us, and we promise you will be able to have vengeance, not the kind you want though"

"Who are you guys?" Enjorlas smiled.

"We are the combiomorph resistance" He said, "I am the leader of the Kanto branch, and I report to our grand leader. We seek peace and understanding, between humans and combiomorphs. We end up using most of our resources stopping and subverting the HPA, and our main goal, at this point in time, is the destruction of the HPA. So, will you join us?" I thought about it.

"Yeah, I'll join you"

"I don't understand" I said, "You saw your village burn, and every one in it executed. What kept you going?" Carmen shrugged her massive shoulders.

"I had faith" She said, "That if I tried, I could make a better world, a more understanding world. Most of all though, I wanted to remake the world, with out the HPA"

"You know Gabe" Emma said, from the front passenger seat, "Faith is an area you need to work on"

"Not now Emma"

"Especially with monsters like Lyn out there" I smiled.

"You mean, when there are monsters like Lyn"

"Who are you talking to?" Carmen asked

"Okay, you had faith," I said, rapidly changing the subject, "But why were they hunting you. You only told me about your joining the resistance"

"I never said they were hunting me" Carmen said.

"They're hunting me" Kenny said. "Because of what I know"

"What we know" Carmen said, taking Kenny's hand. "They want to kill us"

"And you're traveling by night, to escape them" I said.

"The rock that can only be seen at night" Kenny said, "About a mile into the woods, there is a large lake. Every night, the resistance lands a sea plane, and moves combios to Sinnoh, and the main compound. We need to get there in two days" I laughed.

"You were hoping to cover two hundred miles in two nights?" I laughed. "No way in hell"

"We've already been traveling for two nights" Carmen said. "We've covered fifty miles"

"Incredible, but not even close to enough distance" I said. "I'll get you there tonight, don't worry" I looked at Kenny, "Why are they chasing you?"

"I don't think its safe for you to know" Kenny said.

"I've got my own reasons for running from the HPA" I said, as I flipped my right hand over, making sure they couldn't see. The eight sided star, with a gold band, and the letters HPA were still fresh on my palm. The tattoo, my sign if loyalty. "Trust me, its safe if I know"

I turned as the road curved, and my head lights caused the dark trees to give the outline of horrible monsters. As Kenny began his story, I wondered which one. Which one was waiting for us? Which one was our monster, and would they find us?

AN : That's one story