A/N: Blue, I know I told you that I'd post the next chapter on my birthday, but… I lied. I was a little eager to finish
it as soon as possible and rushed it a bit, so here it is, a day early! It became about 1000 words longer than I
expected, but meh. Readers appreciate longer chapters, right?

I run. Then I kill. I run. Then I kill. I run…then I kill some more. That seems to be the only pattern I've had for the past month. I've really been living up to my reputation lately… Hah. Not like I'm not used to this kind of lifestyle. This is just more consistent than what I'm used to. It doesn't matter, though. I can adapt.

I was now leisurely strolling through this heavily forested area, keeping cover with the trees and tall grass on my side as my allies. Thanks to Valerian, my Gallade, the bullets were taken out of my arm and leg, and the two limbs were healed up swiftly. I doubt that more agents were sent after me now, but it wouldn't be long until a few more would throw themselves at me, kicking and screaming. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes at the thought. Some of these agents were pathetic with their antics. But some really were good. Some were old allies – old friends. Arceus, this was such a dilemma. Could I really easily kill my allies if they come after me? If they try to take my life? Would I really have a choice? Those who try to take my life…thus become my enemy.

Remembering my most loyal ally, my hand pats the miniature Poke ball hanging from my necklace as I unclip it and release it's captive within the shining white light, that I hoped didn't draw any attention. A tall Blaziken stood firmly and strong, scouting the land around him, making sure he could spot any opponents nearby. There were none.

"Hey, buddy," I smiled at Kaizen, my loyal partner. He took me by my hand and examined me for any harm, noticing the bullet holes that decorated my suit jacket. I stroked his chin and kissed his chest. "There's no need, Kai, I'm fine. But we're not out of the woods yet…No pun intended."

I could sense the inner face palm Kaizen did at my bad attempt to make a joke and chuckled. In all seriousness, however, we truly weren't out of the danger zone. I couldn't help but to feel a sort of tenseness in the air. As if it was growing thinner. I didn't trust it for a second.

"Kai… Time to beat it. We're heading out."

"Blaze!" he agreed, readying to lift me onto his shoulders, where I normally would sit when we escaped. He was leagues faster than me and could jump 30 feet into the air with ease…something I couldn't even fathom doing.

A rush of fire blazed before us, causing my body to freeze up from the sudden movement, but also retaliate by back flipping away from the danger as Kaizen followed my action, turning to me to make sure I wasn't harmed. I was fine, but fucking great…my shirt's burnt now…

Noticing a figure behind the stable flames - which, oddly enough, wasn't spreading throughout the very leafy environment - my eyes snapped to attention. The tall figure of a man walked through the flames with ease, no burns, no flares, nothing.

He was one of us.

"Agent X13…" he called out in a low male voice. It was an attractive voice, I'll agree, but he couldn't hide his arrogance even if he tried. His tone seemed as if he thought himself to be "high and mighty" and his condescending look and silly smirk only confirmed my thought. "Michka Marigold Morré. Well, look at you."

My eyes narrowed at the man who appeared before the thick wall of flames. Everything about him seemed to just piss me off, and he barely made any kind of conversation yet. His platinum blonde hair was sleek, tied in a thin, low, waist length ponytail. The rest of his hair that wasn't captured within the ponytail was messy, but still allowed his features to be seen. The man was dressed well in attire similar to mine: a white button front shirt with a black, knee-length suit jacket, black slacks, and polished, black shoes. He was very attractive but REEKED of self-proclaimed superiority. He couldn't have been much older than me. My hand reached to the opening of my jacket, readying to grab my pistol. He was cunning and mysterious – I had to keep my guard raised around him.

"Oh, come now, my Lady. Already reaching for the pistol?" his smirk only widened. "We haven't even been properly introduced!"

"Who the hell are you? Another pet?" I snorted.

"Hostile, aren't we?"

"No, shit. What do you want?" I asked before remembering the wall of flames. "You're…like me, aren't you?"

Looking up slightly, the man let out a low chuckle and with a sharp wave of his left hand, the flames behind him extinguished. Smoke is what was left to float towards the sky.

"My name is Crowley, my dear. Crowley Drake. And, yes. I'm a Type-S, as are you."

Hearing him say that almost put me to ease. Almost. Though he was like me, he had attacked me first. At least, it seemed like he attacked me. A wall of flames don't just burst before others by accident when it's being controlled by another.

"The Special of Fire, huh?" I stated more than asked. "What was with that attack then?"

"I've come to make a simple proposition for you." Crowley's smirk had begun to disappear. That's when I knew he was being serious rather than pulling my leg.

"Which is…?"

"Join the Liberation or die," was his bitter sweet response. His eyes stared into mine. I hadn't noticed before, but his right eye held a thin scar across it, from his eyebrow to the beginning of his cheek. Not only that, his eyes were a deep slate color…but…the right one…It could just be my imagination, but it looks like his right eye wasn't slate at all. It looks gold.

Shaking my head of the thoughts, I snorted loudly for him to hear in the silence of the forest. That ever-annoying smirk returned to his cheeks as he slightly shrugged his shoulders with his hands raised as if not knowing what else to do.

"Eh. I expected as much."

Next thing I remember, deadly flames were spiraling at me faster than I could register. My hands flew up rapidly, causing giant pillars to sprout from the ground as a makeshift shield, just barely making it in time to protect me. The tremors almost made me lose my balance.

"Arceus…!"

"Blaaaaze!" roared Kaizen, his wrists lighting aflame and the anger in his eyes being able to burn holes.

"A Ground type, huh?" I heard him call from behind the pillars. "They told me you were an unknown."

Jumping over the pillars and heading straight for me, Crowley sent many balls of fire my way. Kicking up pieces of the ground, I punched each of them towards the balls of fire and made my way to the trees. Kaizen, however, had begun his duel with Crowley. He was angry and wanted Crowley to pay for putting me in danger.

I inwardly groaned.

"Mew, damn it…" was my throaty whisper. I watched as Kaizen sent his own Flamethrower hurling towards Crowley. Still, that damn smirk was on his face. He challenged Kaizen's fire with his own before I noticed him reaching for something at his side. Small…red…and white…a Poke ball. Releasing the Pokemon, a Houndoom appeared, howling grimly. It took a dangerous glance at me and snarled before focusing on Kaizen. Gah...How annoying…

"To the Blaziken, Houndoom. Take it down." Crowley was casual as he spoke, angering Kaizen all the more. Kaizen was a fighter and wouldn't be disrespected and taken for granted. Turning up the heat, Kaizen's Flamethrower began to overpower Crowley's, finally wiping that smirk off of his pretty-boy face. I smiled, watching the scene from my place beside the trees. That's my boy…! But that Houndoom was getting closer to Kai, and it looked liked he was readying some sort of move. I wasn't about to wait to find out what it was. Let my Blaziken get hurt without doing something to stop it? Get real.

"No you don't…," I whispered to myself, aiming my positioned hands just a few feet ahead of the Houndoom. With a quick thrust upwards, a short, 3 feet tall pillar broke through the ground just before Houndoom, not allowing it the time to react. Houndoom's body slammed into the pillar, slightly breaking parts of it with all of the force he put into running. The hellhound didn't get up. "Physics hasn't failed me yet…"

I ran closer to where Kaizen and Crowley were facing off. All of this fire could not be good for the environment here at the forest. A forest fire could start rapidly and I doubt Crowley would aide in putting it out.

"Kaizen! Time to beat it! No more fire!" I yelled over the crackling of flames. With an eye focused on me, he slightly nodded and extinguished his attack along with Crowley's. Kaizen had been the better Fire type in this battle, leaving the platinum blonde agent in exasperation. Choosing to ignore Crowley, I raised my arm and pointed to the direction of further nature. "Trees, Kai!"

"Blaze!" with a firm nod, Kaizen swiftly jumped to me while extinguishing his flaming wrists, lifted me in his arms, and took off into the trees. I took the liberty of raising another wall of earth in front of the direction we went to protect us and the forest from whatever attack Crowley threw to prevent escape. Though I could tell Kaizen wanted to finish off Crowley, he knew better. Being a Fire type is destructive and others could get hurt in the process. The others included me and the Pokemon that inhabit the once lively, blooming forest.

As far as I could see, Crowley couldn't keep up with us. He had been left behind in Kaizen's dust. I was just about to smirk – before Kaizen was hit with a sinister Shadow Ball straight to his back.

"K-Kaizen!" I shrieked as we both went hurtling towards the ground. Holding me tighter to his chest, Kaizen managed to grab a branch, swinging around it once before landing with a bit of difficulty, thanks to the attack. In all of our years together, I've never seen Kaizen take a hit like that to the back. "K-Kai…!"

"Blaze…" he nodded, assuring me that he was okay. He hadn't been healed in days, so I could hardly believe that myself. Before I could say anything further, Kaizen readied himself and continued off through the tree tops. As he left, I noticed Crowley and his Houndoom on the ground, staring at us with certain glares. The Houndoom wasn't particularly happy to see me, heh. It didn't take them any time at all to send another Shadow Ball our way.

"Kaizen! Down!"

Without turning his head to see why I gave my command, Kaizen complied, dodging the Shadow Ball that swiftly flew overhead. Landing on a thick branch, Kaizen jumped to the next and continued his rapid pattern of jumps. Another Shadow Ball came towards us from behind and I had to command Kaizen once again, this time to jump upwards. That was my mistake. I should have seen it coming. The trap. A second Shadow Ball bashed straight into Kaizen's back for the second time, sending him flying in the air once more. Instead of grabbing hold of a branch and maneuvering on it like he had done before, Kaizen's body crashed through a tree, spreading the pieces all over as he continued to tumble down from the height he was at. After hitting a few branches, protecting me the entire time, I had to withdraw him into his Poke ball. He wasn't going to suffer anymore.

"Come back, Kaizen!" I yelled, pressing the middle button of the Poke ball. Ignoring his pleading and concerned look, he was taken back into the Poke ball that I quickly shoved into my pocket. I grabbed onto a thin branch, hoping to be able to swing around it, but the flimsy thing detached from the tree trunk due to my weight and left me crashing into the remaining branches before I fell, almost motionless, to the ground. "Ughhh…"

This had to have been one of my worst days. Nature just wasn't with me today.

I heard leaves crunching and twigs breaking as I laid flat on my stomach. My face was to the ground and my arms and legs ached. I had bruises and scrapes from the fall and my head just wouldn't stop throbbing. The footsteps came closer before I could literally feel the presence just inches away from me. Opening my eyes, I could see Crowley's pants and shoes along with the strong canine legs of Houndoom. Kneeling next to me, Crowley's smirk reappeared.

"You made me give quite the chase! You're a fun one, aren't you? Are you up for more or are you out of gas?" I could hear the mockery in his voice. Seeing me down and bruised up like this must have been a delicious way for him to make fun of me. I'll show him…

Somersaulting to my feet, I quickly threw a quick palm, hoping to hit Crowley's chest. If it landed, it would knock the wind out of him, unquestionably. Unfortunately, he caught my wrist. I wasn't done yet. I tried to knee him, but he caught my knee and allowed me to flip around him, which didn't help because he quickly slivered out of the way of my foot before I stomped heavily into the ground. The last thing I could do was turn around to face him before I got roundhouse kicked across the face and sent back to the ground. Where…did they find this guy? Damn, I wish he were on my side…

Blood trickled down my lip from the unforeseen attack as my face had been planted back into the ground. I had never been so unprepared to fight before. This was something different from what I was used to. I lost.

"You are just as they described, dear," Crowley began. "Stubborn yet strong and unwavering. Very suiting for your Type, I suppose."

"Feh…"

"No need to be upset! You lost fair and square, did you not?" his grin was pissing me off…Oh, Kaizen…You would definitely rip his lips off from his face for me if I didn't recall you…But Kai's safer right now. That's what matters most…

"Any last words, my Lady? Maybe you can reconsider my offer?" It almost seemed like he was hoping for me to actually say yes to his earlier proposition.

"F-fuck. Off." I stuttered due to slowly losing my consciousness. I've never experienced this before. Losing consciousness due to pain…

"A pity. You would have made a great member to my team. Beauty can be so easily wasted…" Crowley's palm faced me, directly, as a ball of fire began to form.

Damn…So this is how I die? At least I won't be dying to a complete loser. This guy…he could fight.

"Good night, Miss Morré." Crowley whispered his last words before I shut my eyes. This is going to hurt. A lot.

A sound of the air being cut through made me change my mind and open my eyes. I saw Crowley, just as dumbfounded as me, looking upwards as if trying to find something. Before we knew it, he was tackled far off and away from me. His ball of fire replenished as he lost concentration and he looked forward, in shock. The same shock I held in my eyes.

Before me stood a tall man with messy, black hair that slightly blew in the breeze he had made with his sudden movements. He turned to me and I could see that his eyes were a deep shade of blue, somewhat mysterious yet comforting. Right then, I knew he was here to help me.

"Doom!" Crowley's Houndoom pounced after the man. With a swift uppercut, the canine was sent flying farther than Crowley. Wh-what kind of super strength…?

Turning back to me, the man carefully lifted my motionless body. I couldn't move and I hated it. I felt weak, but I had no choice in this matter and had to allow the man to help me.

"You!" I could hear Crowley's voice. It was much darker than I had heard from him earlier and I could tell that he was more than just unhappy. He was pissed. Creating another giant ball of fire, Crowley flung it towards the man who had me in his arms. Things continued to get more interesting as the man opened his mouth and released some kind of blast that twirled in a mixture of blue and red, resembling the move Flamethrower. It…almost reminded me of DragonBreath.

The fire ball was easily overpowered and sent back to Crowley, who evaded the attack, but still fell to his knees. He must have been tackled harder than he thought.

I couldn't stay conscious for much longer. It was starting to really hurt… The last thing I could really remember was the man running with me and reaching a…a cliff, was it? It was a dead end. I forced myself to try to capture the remaining events.

Crowley, using two hands this time rather than one like he had been doing, released more fire than I thought would be possible. Could that have been the equivalent to a Fire Blast? Nonetheless, the move had missed us by mere inches. The reason for it?

The man took off in flight. The man who had saved me was flying! Was he an angel sent by Arceus to help me…? That's what I made myself believe, at least.

"Dameon Blackburn…" he finally spoke, slightly looking down on me, while keeping his eyes on his direction of travel. He must have been flying swiftly, because my dark brown hair was whipping all around. "That's my name…You're safe now."

With his last words comforting me further, I let myself pass out. I couldn't take it anymore…

Dameon Blackburn… Thank you...

A/N: Phew. You meet Crowley Drake, the cunning and evil Fire type for the bad side. You also briefly meet the mysterious hero, Dameon Blackburn (CaptainPrice's OC). Although Dameon had only a snippet of this chapter, he takes over next chapter.

Onto the matter of the OCs:

I still need a few types. I received a lot of doubles and triples for certain types^ ^; I'll post what's needed below:

Electric

Bug

Rock

I also need one or two more bad guys, please (: Try to make them guys, too, because there's a bunch of dangerous girls xD

I'll announce the leaders of each type as soon as I have at least 1 of each type. *Remember, it's not a first come, first serve. If you manage to make an OC more fit to be a leader, than that OC will become the leader even if another OC had the position. Nothing's final yet! Well, not everything. I do have the leaders of the good guys and the leader of the bad guys, however.

I will not have too many OCs introduced in one chapter. Notice how only Michka and Crowley are really explored in this chapter? Dameon was vaguely introduced, but will be explored in the next chapter, possibly along with another OC. We'll see how it goes. So don't expect to immediately see your OC enter, okay? Thanks!