p style="max-width: 100%; caret-color: #1b1b1b; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 18px;"span style="max-width: 100%;"The town had been ransacked and burned to ashes. Every person once alive had been executed and every pokémon had been captured. Bodies almost blanketed the main gathering area around a shrine of a statute of an Eevee. This statute was to honor a man whom the villagers called "The Eevee Oracle", the man who'd saved their town from an attack years ago. Now, this man is wiped from history, not able to defend his town anymore. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"On the outskirts of the town laid a young man. He looked to be about twenty years of age with a medium build. He had a nose piercing on his right nostril. He wore unknown blood on his face and clothing, which were ripped and dirtied. His hair was turned from an attractive blonde to a dark crimson coloration. In his arms laid a sylveon, whose head rested on the man's chest. This sylveon was bigger and respectively thicker than any other. It wasn't overweight in the slightest, but merely stronger. It had a goldened, red name tag that included the inscription:/spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;""Kuro, The One To Save Us"/spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"The leaves blew in the wind, offering a brief picture of peace. The boy got up and placed the Sylveon on the ground. He stretched and picked up a small, black leather bag on the ground next to him. The bag had a picture of a man and a woman sticking out of it. The boy nudged it back inside of the bag. He made was way back to the town, with the sylveon trailing behind him./spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;""Where are we going Marc?", it said with a delicate, male voice./spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"The boy looked into the distance towards the town, "I have things to get." Silence fell upon the two once more, and it lasted the entire time. They then arrived at the entrance to the town which had an oldened wooden archway. The wind stopped, almost to join Marc in mourning as they walked across the now desolate main road. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"The town was small, only with about thirty homes and shops. They soon arrived at an area where two homes were connected by a long overground tunnel. Marc entered the home on the right with brick walls and a newly built garden out front. He slowly walked inside, taking in everything. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"His eyes began to well up while he made his way through the main hallway. He reached a room, his own, then walked over to the closet and opened it up. He pulled out his phone and turned on the built in flashlight, pulled out a box that held seven pokeballs and a coat. Marc took out the coat and slung it over his shoulder. He next grabbed all of the pokéballs and plunged them into his bag with care./spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"He turned to leave but found that he couldn't as there was now a person blocking the the doorway./spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"With a gun./spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;""All right kid, hands in the air!" the man commanded. He gripped a submachine gun, which had a splash of blood on it. His clothing, which was a dark cloak, was ripped in multiple places./spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"Without any delay, Marc suddenly lunged at the man. In shock, he fired rounds when he fell, blanketing the walls and ceiling in bullet holes. Marc wrestled the gun away from the man and knocked it out of his hands./span/p
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p style="max-width: 100%; caret-color: #1b1b1b; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 18px;"span style="max-width: 100%;"The man pulled out a combat knife with a barbed edge. He then swung furiously at Marc, hitting him in the arm. He winced in pain and blood came from the wound. Marc snatched a pistol that was on the man's waist. He wrestled it out of the hollister while at the same time taking quick slices into his body. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"A deafening crack filled the room as Marc pulled the trigger once, twice. He didn't fill the pain from the knife wounds, only a new-found anger. Blood was now on his own clothing. He dropped the gun and snatched his bag. Before leaving, he also grabbed the submachine gun lying on the ground next to the man. He took off running down the hallway, running into a flimsy table and breaking a vase. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"When he got outside, Kuro looked at him in shock, "M-Marc, What's the blood from?!"/spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"Kuro then noticed the gun and ran to catch up to Marc. They ran aimlessly for ten minutes straight until they ran out of breath. The area they both agreed to stop in was close to the next town, Virbank City. A bustling town full of tourists. Marc had always wanted to go there, but now wasn't the time to think about his dreams. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"They decided, mentally, that the best thing to do would be go to that city. So they began making their way toward it.../span/p
p style="max-width: 100%; caret-color: #1b1b1b; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 18px;"span style="max-width: 100%;" /span/p
p style="max-width: 100%; caret-color: #1b1b1b; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 18px;"span style="max-width: 100%;"The man pulled out a combat knife with a barbed edge. He then swung furiously at Marc, hitting him in the arm. He winced in pain and blood came from the wound. Marc snatched a pistol that was on the man's waist. He wrestled it out of the hollister while at the same time taking quick slices into his body. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"A deafening crack filled the room as Marc pulled the trigger once, twice. He didn't fill the pain from the knife wounds, only a new-found anger. Blood was now on his own clothing. He dropped the gun and snatched his bag. Before leaving, he also grabbed the submachine gun lying on the ground next to the man. He took off running down the hallway, running into a flimsy table and breaking a vase. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"When he got outside, Kuro looked at him in shock, "M-Marc, What's the blood from?!"/spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"Kuro then noticed the gun and ran to catch up to Marc. They ran aimlessly for ten minutes straight until they ran out of breath. The area they both agreed to stop in was close to the next town, Virbank City. A bustling town full of tourists. Marc had always wanted to go there, but now wasn't the time to think about his dreams. /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"br style="max-width: 100%;" /spanspan style="max-width: 100%;"They decided, mentally, that the best thing to do would be go to that city. So they began making their way toward it.../span/p
