Series: Pokemon Colosseum
Pairing: WesEin if you consider the abuse in this fic a relationship.
Rating: M for violence & death.
Summary: Wes confronts Ein with the intention to capture Raikou, but has a more difficult time trying not to defeat the madness behind Cipher.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Pokemon Colosseum other than this fanfiction here :3
Previously...
"Jesus child, quit your whining, I'm not touching you inappropriately. Shut it." He pressed the dull blade on his skin, the pressure building lightly. Blood seeped slowly from the wound, Wes bit his lip, holding back a scream. "No matter what you do, you will never win.
"Oh shut up you old bastard!" Wes grunted, biting the handle of the scalpel blade and yanking it away from the man. Terror rushed through his veins, but he couldn't stop now. He thrashed, his legs screaming in pain to stop, but his mind commanding his appendages to move- kicking the scientist from his position on the floor. He jolted up, more sore than he'd swore he'd ever been in his life.
Ein glared, after all, that brat had his scalpel. His new, shiny, favorite, scalpel. "Raikou, get him."
That's when Wes smiled. He pulled out two older looking Pokeballs. "Umbreon, Espeon! Sick 'em!" The two toughened up eon Pokemon charged, slamming Raikou back. Even without Rui (who had been left at Agate to heal from an ankle injury), Wes could plainly see and feel the aura resonating from the beast. It hissed from the side of the room, launching an attack.
Wes barely dodged, sliding across the floors, which had gone from a nice off white to a blood stained ruby red. He had to get out, otherwise worse would happen.
Umbreon bit the animal who had attacked it's trainer, and Espeon's eyes glowed purple with rage as it flung the dark animal around.
Ein watched from afar with amazement.
Even with his arm spewing more blood than a small fountain, Wes glared on, reaching for a capsule in his pocket to catch the beast that had attacked.
It hit.
One.
Two.
Three.
And with a click it was caught.
"How...anti-climactic." Ein muttered in defeat.
Wes stood up, in tatters and in pain.
"I suppose I did talk too much." He reacher over and turned the external alarm off, removing a memory card from the slot and bashing the computer screens with his fist. "Just leave. You'll have more too fight than me." He walked away in shame up the stairs the blonde hero had come.
Wes stood, recalled both of his Pokemon, and started to walk.
"Never leave your DNA." His boss had said.
But what was done was done. He left, going up the elevator and walking out, healing his animals on the way out for safe measure and out of habit. A couple more steps to the speeder.
One.
Two.
Three.
He mounted the rider and realized the scalpel was still clenched tightly in his fist after he had stood up. The metal was reflecting the sun into his eyes.
He blinked.
He swayed.
He collapses.
He fell onto the ground with a grunt. The sand was soft, warm-inviting. He rolled over and looked up at the sun. It was so friendly, it was almost smiling at him.
He smiles in return.
He reaches up, waves, and retracts his arm. It's in pain, blood trickling down his arm. His smile doesn't slide from his face. He laughs.
And laughs.
And laughs some more.
He's having trouble breathing. He realizes in his laughter filled head that he's gone into shock. The pain was non existent, even in his lungs, and his curled up legs. His voice was warm for the first time. It was fun. Then he realizes-no, he can't just leave like this.
There where more to save.
And he was the hero.
And hero's don't die.
...Do they?
He assumes they didn't. But then again-he thinks. Was he really a hero? Or just an anti-hero? He really didn't know.
Still laughing-he rises from the sand and walks back inside the building. He crashed into a wall and slides down, his laughing turns into sobbing, wracking his whole body.
Even though it wasn't like a cold, something in his body seemed to click.
"What's our little hero doing here?" a grunt called out, a pokeball ready in hand. Wes' laughs and sobs melted into one, he slashes with the knife. The grunt runs. He punches the elevator button, sending him down below. A short ride later, he walks out, and punches the button.
No one was to leave.
The hero defeated evil.
And he was the hero.
So, evil was to be defeated at any costs. He had no subconcious. He wasn't Batman. He wasn't Superman. He wasn't Iron Man. He didn't have a reason to fight. He just fought. Grunts ran for the back-up elevator, some not escaping the scalpel and lying cold on the floor. Scientists scattered papers, screaming and running. He walked to the best of his ability, his emotions still in an absolute whirlpool, barely remembering how to get to the basement where the man that he was looking for was supposedly.
He was dizzy-only looking at the floor, his blood marking the trail of where he was prior.
He reached the elevator, barely able to get his arm to slide the keycard through the slot, and collapsing on the wall of the elevator.
It opened, and there he was.
Sitting in a chair with a discontented face looking over his research.
Wes was having trouble walking. He was stumbling, falling over his feet. He couldn't hold the scalpel. It fell from his hands. Ein didn't stir. Wes walked and falls on the chair using his strength the strangle the man. There was no breath left in the black haired scientist. Wes sighed and counted the seconds.
One.
Two.
Three.
Hello! 3 It's Ruby, and I kinda wanted this fanfiction (almost two years later, haha!) Now I'm fifteen, so maybe I can mix more story elements in and make it good? I hope I can satisfy everyone with this ending. Sorry if I don't. I'm not a super amazing author, haha. Also, "Fire Fire Fire" by Animal Alpha is really addicting. That's what I'm listening to now! 3Also, this is honestly the ending I had. I wanted Wes and Ein to both die in this fic. That's exactly what I had planned, if plan A failed, which was a 'romance' which now I didn't even want to do. No. Sorry for the spacing, I just thought it was 'DRAMATIC~!' haha.
Sorry for making the ending so vague. I didn't just want to say "he's dead". Or have him collapse again.
But yes, he's very dead. -Ruby (12 January, 2012)