Ah, yet another , I hope most of you enjoy it, and I will state that it is a direct sequel to Legend of Tal, so there will be many similarities to the story. However, the story is pretty self sufficiant, if you haven't read LoT, than you shouldn't have any trouble with ideas in this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, I own only the concepts and OCs presented in this story. I also own the Modling varient of changelings.
Drachä Academy
Drachä. My home away from home. The one place in the world where I'm not tense. Well, I suppose that's not entirely true. I feel comfortable around my parents, and Angel.
This place is where I'm needed; no one else has the skill to do what I do. Ironically enough, I'm a teacher. The best one here. But before I get into that, let me explain a little more about myself.
My name is Lynx, but half the world knows me as Instructor Lynx, the best there is. I'm not exaggerating, my name and title is known all over. But don't let my occupation fool you; I'm not what I seem to be. Try to mug me. I dare you.
I'm known the world over because I'm the world's best battler. When it comes to Pokémon, I'm the best. So, I instruct others on how to be as awesome as me. But not the way you may be thinking.
I hear you saying 'Teacher? Then he must be teaching a load of people!' No, it's not like that. At Drachä, we have a more…direct approach. Instructors get one pupil at a time. When we feel confidant they know enough, they get their license and we let them go. In general, it takes a year or two. My record is six months. And said student was able to take on an instructor and win.
Due to my skill level, I only get assigned the more…prestigious students. Our richer clients want quick results. Results that I can provide. And I'm not cheap. I've been working here for five years, and I've made a small fortune. But don't think I'm greedy. Most of that money goes to charities. Some even goes to my aspiring students, who need money to start their journeys.
At the moment, I'm teaching a nice young girl named Emily. She has talent, but she needs to work on her self esteem. She tended to fade into the background. As her instructor, it is my job to drag her back out. It isn't easy.
You may be wondering, 'Why is he tense when he's alone?' Well, my father made a lot of enemies. Many of them want to use me to get to him. You may also be wondering how I'm more than I seem to be. To explain that, I have to explain my lineage.
My father was a changeling. A very powerful one. My mother, was a Pokémon. A Latias. I inherited some of my father's abilities, but my mother's genes were more powerful than his human ones. I am, in truth, a Latios. But I have the ability to turn human at will. Only my parents and my sister know about my true form, my true power. My sister shares in my abilities, she to can become human.
From a young age, I was intrigued with the concept of Pokémon battles. Not from the Pokémon's point of view, but the human's. I studied every technique, every strategy, and I learned how to combine them into new ones. Angel, on the other hand, preferred the adrenaline rush of the fight, she preferred it from the Pokémon's standpoint.
When I was fifteen, I came across Drachä, and decided that I wanted to teach others how to fight the way I did. If there were more tough trainers in the world, would the sport not be more fun?
I had a way with people, so naturally the academy couldn't turn me away. They were new, and short on instructors at the time. I was assigned to a 'remedial' student. The next year, he was one of the best to have been passed in academy history.
Angel has a very different occupation from mine. She is a gardener. And according to some of her clients, her presence make flowers on the verge of death reanimate. Which is, actually, true. She has a gift.
We live together in a small, unassuming house in the country, close to the flowers she loves. While I have money, getting a larger house would attract unwanted attention. Something I preferred not to have.
Well, that's all there is to explain about my past, and soon the present and future. My life is convoluted, and yes, I can breach the fourth wall. Another of my great qualities. But I haven't told you what I look like, have I?
Angel and I share the same black hair, and we both have fair skin. Her eyes are golden, whereas I have blue eyes. She is 5'8, while I am 6'0. We both have a fair amount of muscle, having trained our frail human bodies to a point where only the strongest of humans could overpower us. She tended to wear pink and blue, while I was almost always wearing black. The colour suits me!
Shall we go to real time? I'm starting to dislike this monologue.
DO AS HE COMMANDS!
I sighed, leaning back against the wall. "One more time, I dare you." Emily rolled her eyes at me, tossing the red ball she was holding at me. I sighed again, sidestepping the toss. "You need to work on your aim." She smiled suddenly, and I dodged an expertly thrown ball, which she had deflected of the side wall beside me.
"I suppose you've got aim down…" I pushed off the wall, standing up straight. Around us, the cafeteria was full of students who were eating. Emily, who had already eaten, was passing the time with me. She was to shy to ask anyone else if they wanted to hang out. I was more than happy to help her on that front, I generally stay away from the others.
I was expecting a visit from Angel, who had promised to meet my new student before she passed the course. She did that with all of them. I wanted to see how Emily would react to my sister, who, although being more imposing than me (she's stronger than me too), had the people skills of a priest. Most people trusted her almost right away. Call it a social experiment.
I was watching the doors, waiting for her, which Emily picked up on. "Waiting for someone?" I nodded, still watching. They opened, admitting to burly looking men in black suits. My eyes narrowed, and I reached for my knife. Always come prepared.
I looked over at Emily, judging the distance to the doors at the same time. "Emily," I said. "Go get more food. You look hungry." She looked at me, confused, but noticed that I was looking away. She followed my gaze, and spotted the two men. She nodded, running off. I looked over at her, then headed out the doors to the courtyard.
It was cold outside, and I was forced to walk through to the exits. Halfway there, the door behind me slammed open. The two men started out after me, loosening the ties around their necks. One was cracking his knuckles. I pulled the knife concealed in pocket free, the steel blade shined ominously.
The men picked up speed, throwing their jackets off. A adopted a defensive stance. My father taught me martial arts. The two were rippling with muscle, clearly falling under the 'strongest of humans' category. I would have to play this out carefully. The two stopped, a few feet away. They were tall, easily six and a half feet. The knife in my hand seemed like a pin compared to them. But a pin used right…
"Lynx? Lynx Olivara? We need to talk." The simple fact that they new my last name confirmed that they knew my father. Almost everyone called me Instructor Lynx, or just Lynx. I nodded, bringing the knife up. "I don't want any trouble." I said. They chuckled.
They rushed forward, one grabbing my knife arm and twisting it down, the other grabbing me in a chokehold. I jumped up, kicking the one in front of me away, before flipping over the one still holding on to me, landing lightly and stabbing him in the shoulder. He screamed in pain.
The one with an intact shoulder ran at me again, this time holding a massive Ka-bar knife. I sighed, sidestepping a stab and grabbing the man's arm in the process. He stumbled slightly, giving me the opportunity to knee his elbow. The arm bent back, into a position the human anatomy wasn't supposed to utilise. The man screamed in pain.
I kicked him away, sheathing my knife in the process. "Go home. I don't have time to deal with you two." I turned away, a found myself staring into a mob of students. I managed a slight smile. "Family business?"
LATER THAT DAY!
"Really, do you expect anyone to believe that?" My sister, always the logical thinker. "It's the truth, isn't it?" She frowned, nodded, and gave up. "You win this round, Lynx, but do you really think that they will let you keep teaching? You're dangerous." I thought for a minute, deciding that I really didn't want people afraid of me. "If they don't trust me, we leave."
She nodded, as being a gardener, she could work anywhere. I had the same advantage, but I had a larger record in the general populace. Were this to get out, I would be banned from any major Academies. My career would be shot if that happened.
"If we have to leave, I'm going to hunt down whoever sent those two. If my hunch is right, Infinus remnants are after us. That's not surprising, after what our parents and their friends did to them." Angel smiled. "Maybe we'll get to see everyone again." She said.
I nodded, glancing at my watch. It was almost midnight. Sighing, I went to my bedroom. I stood in front of a mirror for a moment, and then I closed my eyes. Relaxing, I willed my body to revert to its natural form. When I opened my eyes, a Latios was staring back at me.
The feeling of weightlessness always unnerved me. I suppose I take after my father in that regard. For the moment, I put my unease to rest. I had bigger worries. Drifting over to the bed, I resigned myself to fate.
THE NEXT DAY!
"Mr…Lynx? I'm afraid our records don't contain your last name. In any case, you have been ruled too dangerous to stay here. Those two may very well take legal action against us, something we cannot allow to happen. For the time being, you are suspended from your teaching. Should we ever consider your return, we will be sure to inform you."
I walked sullenly from the headmaster's room, past my colleagues and their students. Strangely, Emily was nowhere to be found. Even the two men who had assaulted me had shown up, and they began following me as I left, both bearing scars from the day before. They looked like they were itching for a fight, but this time, I had Angel with me.
She came out of nowhere, around a corner perhaps. Wearing her customary pink t-shirt and golden jeans, she looked nothing like a threat to the hulking men behind me. Oh, how wrong they were!
I spun, yanking my knife out at the same time. Angel stood beside me, and although the men were near to a foot taller than her, she had a rather, profound effect on them. "Angel? The gardener? You need to get some girl to handle your problems?" Sighing, I hurled my knife, which embedded itself in the man's shoulder.
Angel ran forwards, grabbing the other man's arm and twisting it behind his back. She kicked the back of his knees, forcing him to the ground. "He's my brother, get it? Families stick together." The first man, still trying to pry the knife free, didn't notice as I snuck up behind him. A swift jab to the side of his neck knocked him out.
Angel pressed the man she was holding into a wall. "I've fought worse than you by age ten. I've been a tae-kwon-doe black belt since I was thirteen. And when you mess with my family, you damn well better be ready to fight me too!" She grasped his neck, and the man went limp.
She laughed, shaking her head slowly. "It's not the same, you know. Humans aren't nearly as fun to fight as…our kind." I laughed with her. "No strategy at all!" I said, exhilarated. Adrenaline released after the fight must have tipped me over the edge.
Kneeling down next to one of the men, I reached into his front pockets, pulling out a business card. Down at the bottom, I could see a company logo. A medical company. North Wind medical supplies Inc. one of the biggest manufacturers' of medicines and medical equipment. And a known criminal organization.
While several, powerful groups of people knew of the atrocities they committed, no one had the guts to attack them. We needed the medical supplies, especially in the forlorn lands of The East. The government had stopped all attempts to stop their experiments.
I turned to Angel. "Looks like we get to take down a medical manufacturer."
It took us most of the day to get to the North Wind headquarters, which coincidentally happened to be in this town. Perhaps not the coincidence I thought. The outside was unguarded, as a company with few enemies didn't need a host of guards.
I had little doubt in my mind that North Wind was an actual, fully functional company. Not a front. But, they were a puppet company, left behind by Infinus as a last resort. Now, remnants had taken control again, leading to the massive controversy of the entire thing.
"Genetic experimentation. Disgusting." We were seated at a bus stop, on the opposite side of the road from the North Wind's headquarters. A local police officer was walking around, making sure nobody tried to gain access to the building. "Government legalities don't apply to non-humans." I muttered, a plan already coming to mind. It was risky, but had a good chance of working.
Angel, beside me, had a taser in one hand. Watching the cars pass for a moment, I continued to work out the flaws in my plan, perfecting it. "Hey, Angel? I think I found a way in…" I explained the details to her, being careful to note the disadvantages and risk factor. She agreed, saying it was our best bet.
We ran across the street, pausing at the chain link fence around the North Wind's compound. The policeman was watching us closely, making sure we didn't try anything. I nodded to him, flashing an evil smile towards Angel. She caught on, and we walked briskly towards him. We passed him, forcing him to turn to keep watching us.
The guard decided to watch me, thinking Angel as innocent as her namesake. He was very wrong. Before he could turn all the way, Angel's arm shot out, pressing the taser into the officer's side. He screamed in pain, dropping quickly. We started moving faster, darting inside the gate before anyone else could notice us.
"I don't remember being this good at this kind of thing. Remind me when we did this last time?" Angel shrugged, checking through her camera-like memory. "Three years ago? No, you weren't there for that. Five? Yeah, five years ago, when we busted into the police station."
I laughed, as I always did, remembering the things we did on our off time. We fit the bill of large scale vigilantes, upholding the law where police officers can't. Or won't. Stupid corrupt law enforcement. Never do what's right.
"Time to begin phase two!" Angel laughed, hitting me good naturedly in the arm. "Stop trying to be a movie hero. You're enough of a hero on your own." I pulled out my knife, flipping it over and over, grinning. "Me? I'm just your run of the mill teacher!" We broke down into laughter, forgetting the reason we were here for just a moment.
The moment almost cost us our lives. While we were laughing, a man covered in a silver jumpsuit snuck around us, deliberately giving us many times to spot him. He drew a katana, jumped, and flew towards us.
My latent psychic defences detected the anomaly, and I spun just in time to stab him through the heart. He went limp. The sword clattered to the ground. I wrenched the knife out of the man's chest, and he fell heavily to the ground. I bent down to examine the sword.
It was made of some kind of steel, with a transparent blade. "What is this? Glass?" Angel had knelt next to me, and she brushed her hands against the odd material. There was an audible zap, and she was flung backwards. "It's a protometal, designed to hold on to a specific element. Careful."
What caught my attention the most were a pair of logos near the hilt of the blade. One was of a crossing scalpel and syringe; the other appeared to be three swords crossing to make three hollows. One was filled by a cloak and dagger; the others had been depressed into the blade itself. The universal sign of emptiness.
Picking herself up, Angel walked over to me, still covered in dust. "History one-oh-one. This logo'" she pointed towards the syringe and scalpel. "Is the Infinus logo. The other one, I don't know. Dad only mentioned it once, and the words were Latin. It was something to do with horses. But, the logo has been modified; it used to have those other spaces filled."
"So, Infinus is here. And it looks like they want us as guinea pigs." Angel shuddered. "That's not all they want out of us. We are unique, and Infinus wants to make us run of the mill." I cleaned my knife on the grass, staining it green. "So let's not keep them waiting."
We managed to get inside without further difficulty, and a kindly looking woman offered us a tour of the building. Since it would likely lead us to our target, we accepted. She led us down some stair, through numerous hallways, and into a large lab. She left us there, saying she had things to do. I pulled my knife slowly from its sheath, expecting trouble. And I was not disappointed.
Three men, all in dark tuxedoes, entered the room behind us. They were all buff, nearly breaking the seams of their suits. I rolled my eyes at them, flashing my knife menacingly. They paid me no heed, however. They seemed intent on Angel. Running on instinct, I moved in front of her.
They laughed menacingly, drawing knives. Big ones. Covered in a light protometal coat. "Angel!" I hissed, handing her my knife. "Run!" She put a hand on my shoulder, but I pushed it away. "Go!" She sighed, and ran off.
I turned to the three men, already reformulating my plan. If I could distract them long enough… No, a distraction wouldn't work. I would have to take them out. But outnumbered and outclassed, I had little chance. Angel had always been better at hand to hand combat. So, I decided I would have to even the playing field.
I closed my eyes, relaxing my body slightly. To anyone else, I would have appeared to glow. Natural defence mechanism. Don't ask. When my eyes opened, I was floating. I felt my psychic abilities flood free of their constraint, and my eyes tinged purple as I searched for any other surprises.
The three men and I were the only people in the room. For the moment, that was enough planning. Although I detested fighting humans with this unfair advantage, it had to be done. I was willing to give it my all if it meant my family could live in peace.
They charged me, knives held away from their bodies. I laughed, floating higher. One of them snickered, and pulling of his jacket, revealed several throwing knives strapped to his body. He drew one, threw it, and I felt my shoulder start to burn. The pain was intense. "Protometal!" I spat out, trying to blink the pain away.
The knife had lodged deep, and the pain was spreading. My vision had a red tint, and black spots danced in my eyes. I felt my breathing become laboured, and I started to drift downward. If I didn't act fast, I would be knocked unconscious, and I would be captured.
I felt my psychic power petering out, and I began to feel dizzy. Falling on my last drop of strength, I lashed out. There were three muffled thumps, the sound made by three bodies hitting solid metal. After that, my vision faded to black.
Yet I still managed to hear a muffled explosion, and five pairs of heavy boots clank into the room. And voices, many voices. "Who is he?" A female voice spoke up after that, one I knew all to well. "That's Lynx. His dad and I go way back. Let's get him out of here."
Then everything went quiet.
Anyone who guesses who that girl is gets an early preview of the next chapter! Same goes to anyone who can guess who Lynx really is! Ie: Who his dad is, who his mom is, etc.
Protometal DOES NOT EXIST. It is simply something I thought up in my spare time.
As I stated before on my profile page, I will NOT submit any Lynx Academy chapter below 3,500 words. That way, I can keep it at a relatively high average words/chapter.
Also, you may be asking how I thought up the whole teacher concept. To be honest, I dreamed it up.
Until next time, WEAPON is out!