Chapter 3 - Escape,

Sometimes it's hard to make decisions. Whatever you're going to choose, there will be consequences and you'll have to live with the knowledge of what you've chosen for the rest of your life. No matter how small or insignificant, you can never take back a decision you've made. All you can do is own up to it… and move forward.

-§-

Blade had a horrified expression on his face. The zoroark he just risked his life to save had cut off his right arm and was holding it in is hand right now like a sword.

"Don't act so surprised!" Grimm began. "I told you, I would stab you in the back. Your arm was just an easier target."

"Why the hell did you do that!?" Blade shouted back. He was trying to cover the wound with his left arm-blade, but he could only do so much. It started sinking in now. He was about to die.

"I came here to HELP you!" He shouted again. "To get you out! To save you!"

"No you didn't!" Grimm replied. His voice was cold and Blade could see regret, sadness and even disgust in his eye. He wasn't smiling anymore. He was serious.

"You've come here for Litwick, NOT FOR US!" Grimm shouted. His whole body was tens and shaking slightly. He was angry. He felt betrayed. "For a moment I honestly believed you've come to get us out, but you haven't! After I realized you were a ranger I started to look for others and I found them! They could help us! They have the numbers to overthrow the guards and get us out, but they're just sitting there! Because they are not here for us! And neither are you!"

Grimm punched Blade in the face with his right hand, which he's also been holding his severed arm with, which coursed the scyther to fall to the ground. Blade couldn't reply as Grimm stepped on his chest and pushed down with his full weight.

"I already have a plan to get out." Grimm whispered to Blade. "And I don't need your help to get the others out either. At this point you're either dead weight or an obstacle in my plan." Grimm raised his new-found weapon and heled it high and ready to strike. "Whichever it is, it doesn't matter." Grimm looked Blade right in the eye. "Either way, I'm going to kill you!"

Before the finishing blow could be delivered, Blade snapped out of his shock and kicked Grimm in the face, causing the zoroark to stumble back and release him. Blade didn't waste a moment and quickly got on his feet, before Grimm could attack him again.

"I was hoping, you'd still have some fight left in you!" Grimm said after he spit a bit of blood from his mouth. "You might be able to make this fun after all!"

"You're mad!" Blade replied. "If you ever want to get out of this place, I'm the best chance you have!"

Grimm started to laugh. He walked in a circle around Blade, never taking his eye off his opponent. "I spent more than half of my life in places like this! Of course I'm mad!" He shouted at Blade.

"This is it!" Grimm thought. He held Ex's tusk in his left hand and Blade's arm-blade in his right. "I'll attack using both, targeting his heart and neck at the same time. With only one arm, he'll only be able to block one. The other will finish him. Yeah… that'll work…"

However before Grimm could move Blade pointed his remaining blade-arm at him and spoke up.

-§-

Blade had many emotions and many thoughts racing in his head. "Is the zoroark right? Had we just came here to catch a criminal?" It certainly seemed that way, from Grimm's point of view, but was he right? Blade become a ranger to help others. That was the whole point, but there he was in front of a Pokemon who needed his help and all the Rangers were concerned about was caching Litwick. Caching him would prevent others from getting hurt by him, but what about the ones that already have been hurt. Was it only a matter of numbers? Was it more important to protect those who could be hurt, or help those who were already have been?

He thought about John. His partner and best friend. How he'd do anything to protect him and wouldn't waste a moment to help him if he'd get hurt. "Maybe Grimm has someone like that too…"

He noticed it when they fought. It was clear, he enjoyed the battle, but he didn't fight for the sake of fighting like many other wild Pokemon he had fought before. Pokemon like those didn't care if they died in battle, as long as they had fun fighting, but Grimm was careful to avoid any mortal injuries he could suffer. Sure he get beat up, but at worst case; his injuries would leave a scar.

He didn't fight to cause pain to others either. The stories he heard from Pokemon who managed to escape, made it clear. He finished his opponents quickly and wouldn't drag out the match just so he could torture his opponent, like so many other would. Like the now unconscious Ex, for example.

After Blade talked to some of the Pokemon who managed to escape 'The PIT', he told the Rangers about its location. He couldn't speak the humans' language, but he managed to express himself well enough without it. The only reason the Rangers managed to find the place is because Grimm helped some of the captives get out. But there was a massive difference between the stories they've told about Grimm.

The survivors either called him a hero, or a monster.

"Let's find out which one you truly are…" He thought and pointed his arm at Grimm.

-§-

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Asked Cinder, as she and Armor walked down one of the many dark hallways of the underground prison. She couldn't help but worry for the safety of Grimm after seeing him in such a bad shape. Brushes and sore muscles she could handle, but the cut on his face, or bones he'd broken… that was something she could do nothing about. She was also concerned about Grimm's left eye. It doesn't seem to bother Grimm that much, so she hoped it was nothing serious, but a wound like that needed treatment. Treatment she couldn't give…

"I MAY BE OLD, BUT MY MEMORY IS AS SHARP AS EVER!" Replied Armor. They walked for a few minutes before reaching the stairs. "AND NOW, WE MUST GO DOWN!"

Cinder didn't move at first. She hated those stairs. It had no light, it was full of rust and it brought up a lot of bad memories. But there was no helping it. This was the way, and this was where they needed to go.

Cinder sighed and went ahead. "Okay, let's go…"

"WE ARE GOING TO THE SECOND LOWEST LEVEL." He informed Cinder.

"We aren't supposed to go there." She replied softly.

"INDEED" Came the very simple reply.

They went down the dark stairs slowly and carefully, so they wouldn't cause much noise. That last part was particularly difficult for Armor as the stares creaked under him with every step he took.

"WHEN WE REACH OUR DESTINATION, YOU SHOULD GET BEHIND ME, OR STAY OUT OF SIGHT."

"What's the plan anyway?" Cinder asked.

"THE MAIN GENERATORS ARE LOCATED ON THAT FLOOR. IF WE TAKE THEM OUT, IT WILL CAUSE A BLACKOUT IN THE ENTIRE BUILDING. THAT WILL GIVE GRIMM A FEW SECONDS TO GET OUT BEFORE THE BACKUP POWER COMES ONLINE."

"And how will we get the collar off him?"

Armor said nothing, only continued walking.

"If we can't get the collar off him, he'll get zapped the moment Litwick notices something's off."

Armor again said nothing.

Cinder stopped, which caused Armor to come to a halt as well. She slowly turned her head to look at the aggron behind her. There seemed to be no way around the question and they didn't have time to linger around, so Armor finally decided to answer.

"There is no way we can remove the collar from Grimm." He said in a low and hushed tone. They were too close to their destination and he wouldn't want to alert the guards of their arrival.

"The material it was made of is too strong." He continued, ignoring Cinders' shocked expression. "I already tried removing it by force, but to no avail. The only way Grimm could leave the building is, if we were to steal the controller from Litwick and disable its shocking function. That however is impossible."

"What's going to happen to him?" Cinder asked softly.

"When we destroy the generators, he will draw their attention long enough for us and the others to escape in the chaos. We will all be free." Armor answered.

"Not all of us… Not him." Cinder said. She was holding back her tears. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to slap both Grimm and Armor for making such a stupid plan and even keeping it from her. But she wasn't… She was just sad. "Is this how he dies?" She thought. "Sacrificing himself for others, who think he's nothing but a monster… He doesn't deserve this."

"He is already free." She heard Armor say as he hugged her. "He made his choice and he lived his life by his own rules. He was always free. Even down here."

-§-

"I surrender!"

I couldn't believe my own ears. Was he serious? Has my hearing been damaged? I mean… the announcer has been shouting nonstop since we started and all that loud voice could be harmful. I had to make sure. I started to pick my ear.

"What?" I asked.

"I said; I surrender!" Blade said again.

"Oh… It's not my hearing than… That's reassuring…" After all the damage my body took, it would've sucked to lose my hearing too. "Ah… the small miracles of life…" Too bad my body still hurt like hell.

My legs hurt;

My ribs hurt;

The cut on my face hurt;

My left eye felt like, it's on fire;

"Now that I think about it I'm hungry too..." I looked own at Blades' arm in my claws. "I wonder how he tastes like… No! Now is not the time… Back to business…"

He looked serious. The fear in his eyes vanished and was replaced with determination. He meant what he said, but what was behind his words? One does not simply surrender in a death-match after all.

I sighed. "So you've finally decided to give up?" I asked. He didn't looked like someone who'd give up, but at that point I had no idea what was up with him. He also started to really piss me off. Giving up was a thing I could never forgive, not from a foe, nor an ally. I could understand accepting defeat, but giving up made absolutely no sense to me. Giving up meant, you didn't value you're life enough to fight for it. Giving up meant, you'd run from a challenge before you had the chance to show what you could do. That you didn't believe in yourself enough to even try. And that was unacceptable.

I had fought many who've given up. Well… 'fought' may be the wrong word for it. I usually made it quick, not wanting to further their suffering, but I was always disgusted by it. Not just by myself, but by them as well. I couldn't accept that they would rather lay down and die, rather than fight for their lives. Just because the odds are not in your favor and there seems to be no way of victory, it doesn't mean you have no chance at all! And even even if it does WHO CARES?! Even if in the end you fail, at least when you look back at your life, you can say; you tried! The only way you can truly loose, is if you never even try.

"Is this how much you value your life?" I asked. "Throwing it away in a middle of a fight? Just because you lost an arm, doesn't mean you can quit! FIGHT ME!"

"No." He responded. I was so angry, I was seeing red. I took a step forward, than stopped as he continued.

"I've become a ranger to HELP others!" He began. His voice was strong, steady and didn't carry any hostile intension. "You were right, we did came for Litwick… but that was a mistake in our part. I was so focused in helping others, I forgot someone right in front of me was in need of helping…"

What he said shook me to my core. I was confused. I took a step back, my hands shaking slightly. "I won't let my guard down just because a few kind words."

"I won't fight you any longer." He spoke, as he took a few step towards me. "I'm here to help."

I looked down before my feet, lost in thoughts. "It can't be that easy… but… if he can help…" My breathing began to accelerate. "It's a trick! It must be!"

He took a few more steps and spoke again.

"Please, let me help you…"

-§-

The moment Blade finished speaking, his body began to glow. This glow was recognized by many, if not all people… He was evolving.

As the light consumed his body, Grimms' gaze lifted from the ground. A small grin could be seen on his muzzle. "I guess if you insist on helping us…" He spoke, as he threw the scythes' severed arm at the light. "You'll be needing a hand…"

The arm was absorbed by the light, and when the evolution ended, a shiny scizor stood, where a scythe was before. Both of his arms intact and not a mark on his new armor.

"Oh, that is SO cheating!" Grimm thought as he looked him over. The shiny scizor was truly a sight to behold. Thick golden armor, giant scissors… "Humans and their naming… It's not even fun anymore… Oh, wait! Those are pincers!"

In what seemed to be complete awe, Grimm dropped Exs' tusk and started walking towards Blade. He had to admit, the new armor did look good on him. Like a knight in shining armor kind of way… "He could even look threatening if he didn't have that confused expression on his face." He thought.

Though it was understandable. Experiencing a sudden evolution and the reattachment of his arm must've been a lot to take in.

Blade managed to snap out of his shock as he felt Grimms' right hand grabbing his right scissor in a handshake. "Okay, you got yourself a deal." Grimm said.

He suddenly felt Grimm pulling him closer to himself, before he was punched in the face by the zoroarks' left hand. It was not his style to gold back. The force of the punch was so great, it left a small crack in Blades' armor under his right eye and Grimm could swear he felt the bones in his hand cracking. "That fancy armor is tough." He thought.

Grimm took a step forward as Blade fell on the ground. "Now get up and fight me! We don't want anyone getting suspicious now, do we?"

-§-

The sound of gunfire filled the lower floors of the arena, as Armor and Cinder approached the generator room. It didn't really bother Armor, as the bullets just kept bouncing off his body. The only way the guards could've been seriously hurt him, was is they could manage to hit him in the eye, but lucky for him, that idea didn't occurred to them.

When he got close enough, he grabbed both guards by their wests and knocked their heads together, effectively knocking them out. It didn't take much effort, since he was twice their size and more than five times their weight. He was sure they were unconscious, so he carefully placed them on either side of hallway. He wasn't the hot blooded, or murder type, as I'm sure you've noticed.

As the gunfire ceased, Cinder slowly walked out behind Armor and began to search one of the guards. Their clothes, or weapons were useless to her, but maybe she could find something that could come handy. "Let's see if one of them has a key…"

"NO TIME FOR THAT!" Came Armors reply, as he ripped out the iron door from the end of the hallway, like it was a peace of cardboard. It wasn't such a simple task, as knocking the guards out, but he seemed to be in good enough shape to handle it. He didn't manage to live this long by doing nothing, as he would say.

Cinder was amazed by Armors' incredible straight. Of course she knew he was strong, as she usually saw him move the cages or other heavy stuff, but never anything on this scale.

As they stepped inside the hole on the wall, where the door used to be, they saw three generators. Each generator was twice the size of Armor, but that wasn't a problem. He just needed to smash them, not lift them and even the electricity in them wasn't an issue. Armor could've fell thru the electric grid over the fighting arena and wouldn't feel a thing.

"AND NOW, WE WAIT." He said, as he sat down in the middle of the room.

"WHAT?!" Cinder shouted at him, with a matching volume. "You just told me, we have no time and now you tell me to wait?"

"INDEED." Came the simple reply, which was a usual response from Armor.

"Okay…" Cinder began, than gave a big sigh. "Waiting for what?" She asked calmly. She wanted to be angry, but anger would not serve her in this situation, so she made a mental note, to shout at him, when they get out. Him and Grimm… or just Grimm…

"WAITING FOR THE SIGNAL..."

"What signal?"

-§-

Blade was not having a good time. Sure his unexpected evolution may have healed his wounds and reattached his arm, but it also changed his body and typing. That may not seem like a bad thing, but with no fighting experience in his new form, his attacks were slow and awkward. Grimm gave him no breathing room either. The zoroark might've been slower, thanks to his injuries, but he had shown no mercy. His attacks were still, just as brutal and precise as before. Blades' new steel armor provided great protection against Grimms' attacks, however it also slowed him down tremendously, making him as easy target for Grimm, to beat up, just like a giant punching bag.

And so, he found himself knocked down, laying on the floor yet again.

"GET UP!" Grimm shouted from the top of his lungs. "If you want to help, you have to beat me! Stop messing around and FIGHT!"

Grimm was worn out, from fighting for as long as he has, with his injuries, but he was only a few steps from his goal. There was no stopping now. He just had to push on and not pass out from blood loss, or exaction. "Easier said, than done…"

Blade got up and looked at Grimm. The zoroark wasn't making it easy, but he had to win. They bought dashed at each other. The only move Grimm could use at that point was 'Night Slash' as he couldn't muster the speed necessary to use 'Foul Play' anymore. Blade had no idea what kind of moves he could use, so he only punch the zoroark with his massive pincers. When they were in range, Blade punched at Grimms' head, only for the zoroark to duck under his arm and slash him across his chest. As Grimms' claws scratched the surface of Blades' armor, it made a terrible shrieking sound, which caused Grimm to fall on his knees, holding his ears in pain. The sound was loud enough to be heard across the whole building and given the highly sensitive ears of the zoroark, it was safe to say; Grimm was in much pain. Oh, those poor fluffy ears…

While Grimm felt like his brain was about to flow out thru his ears, Blade had more than enough time to make his move. He grabbed Grimm by the throat, lifted him from the ground and began to slowly squeeze his pincers together, choking him in the process.

"I really hope you know what you're doing." Blade said quietly.

"That makes two of us…" Grimm managed to squeeze out. "Just make sure to keep your end of the deal."

-§-

The crowd screamed with excitement. Most of them betted on the zoroark to win, but they didn't seemed to care that much. Seeing a fight like this, more than made up for the money they were about to lose. At least for the most of them. Those people that really counted, were not having such a good time and some even left when the odds weren't in Grimms' favor anymore.

Matthew Litwick enjoyed the sight from his office. He was worried at the beginning, as Ex knocked out the scyther, but couldn't even touch Grimm. However as the match progressed, it became clear, that Grimm had begun to feel his limits. He became slower and started to take some hits as well. Things were going well. It would only take a couple of minutes before the zoroark bites the dust.

As Blade lifted Grimm from the ground, the crowd began to chant.

"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"

"This is it!" He thought happily as the crowds cheering filled the arena. There was not one place this yelling couldn't be heard.

-§-

"This is it!" Armor thought.

-§-

Blade continued to slowly squeeze the zoroarks throat, before he heard a loud ping. The collar has broken…

In the next moment, every light went out of the building, covering everyone in complete darkness. No one know what was going on. When the lights turned back on a few seconds later, everyone went silent. No one dared to break the silence as they took in the sight before them. There was a hole in the grid and there were only two Pokemon left in the fighting area. Grimm has vanished. Even Blade looked surprised, as he lowered his now empty pincers and looked at the hole in the grid abode them. "How did he…"

"HE'S LOOSE! COVER THE ENTRANCE AND FIND HIM!" One of the guards shouted. It didn't take long until panic started to spread around in the crowd. Everyone wanted to get to the entrance and get out before they could ran into Grimm. A single gunshot silenced the crowd for a second time. "EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND! YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST BY THE AUTHORITY OF THE UNOVA RANGERS!" John shouted. After that… all hell broke loose.

"I have to get to John!" Blade thought. That brave fool, just made himself the biggest target in the room. "I just hope Grimm can pull this off, without killing any rangers, who gets in his way."

-§-

After I made my exit, I ran as fast as my tiered legs could carry me. I memorized the whole buildings layout a few years before I made my first escape attempt, so navigation was not a problem. I could've got to the exit and made my way out in a few minutes, but that was not my main objective. I had to get to the others first. The guards didn't gave my much trouble. They either run as soon as they saw me, or fell to my claws and teeth. Even in the narrow hallways, I could easily avoid their bullets and reach their throats. I didn't even looked back their lifeless bodies fell to the ground. I just didn't care…

It took me a couple of minutes to reach the holding cells on the lower levels. Armor and Cinder has already began to free the others by the time I arrived.

"Armor! Change of plans!" I said as I walked up behind him.

"Grimm?" They both said. "How did-"

"No time for that!" I couth them off, holding up a hand. "The rangers are here!" I stated. That bit of news started a mumbling among the captives, but it quickly ceased after they realized I wasn't done talking. I took a deep breath and addressed the captives. "LISTEN UP! Since the rangers showed up, we won't be making our way out. You'll stay right where you are, and wait till they make their way down and get you. You'll be safe with them. Armor and King will cover the entrances, so the remaining guards can't get to you." The aggron and nidoking nodded in agreement.

I turned around, but before I could leave, Cinder grabbed my arm.

"And what will you be doing?" Cinder asked, concern in her voice. She was nearly in tears again too.

"I don't have time to deal with this!" I thought. "I made a deal with one of the rangers. I catch Litwick for them and I go free." I said. I turned to leave again, but she still wouldn't let me go. Obviously it wasn't her grip that prevented me from going. I just… couldn't leave her like this. Without a word I grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a deep passionate kiss. I had no idea why I did it, but it felt like I'd regret it later if I didn't. I had kissed her on the cheek before, but just to make her feel better… so she could know that I care for her. This… this was completely different. It only lasted for a minute, but it felt like hours. I never wanted it to end, but I had work to do. I broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes, with my remaining right eye. My face was completely serious and I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"I'll come back for you." I said. "No matter where, no matter what happens, I will find you. Just wait for me, okay? I promise!"

Whit that said, I turned to the exit and vanished.

"Just wait for me…"

I made my way to Litwicks' office with little difficulty. There were only two guards guarding the entrance and it only took me a few seconds before they both laid down on either side of the door, with their throats ripped open. I imagined most of the guards cleared off, or got captured by the rangers by the time I got there, however before I could open the door, I heard a gunshot to my left. I reacted instantly. I grabbed the body of one of the guards by the back of its neck and held it in front of me like a shield. I could hear as something pierced the dead guards' chest before I took a closer look at my attacker. It was a woman in ranger outfit, holding a tranquilizer gun. Shocked at the sight of the dead body I was holding, she gave me just the time I needed to get the helmet off the other guard and toss it to hear head with full force, knocking her out. By the time she wakes up, I'll be long gone.

Entering the office, there was no scene of Litwick, not that he expected be to any. Despite the fact that he was an extremely cold and cruel man, I had to admit Litwick was by no means a fool. He was probably smarter, than all my previous owners combined, so there was a pretty good chance, he had a secret escape route built into his office. I just had to find the switch that opens it. The first place I looked was the top drawer of his desk. I noticed, how he often looked at that direction, when we had our little talks. As I carefully opened the drawer, I saw a little round red button. "Got you…"

-§-

Litwick made his way to his private helicopter accompanied by his four bodyguards. Dealing with Grimm would be bad enough, but now the rangers as well… He'd have to disappear for a while and maybe start over in a different region. It wouldn't be the end of the world… but it would cost him tremendously. And then there was the matter of Grimm. With the zoroark free, there was no telling what kind of damage he could cause, just by talking to the right people. He needed to eliminate him as soon as possible, but with his collar removed, he was out of his reach.

Just as the helicopter took off, they could all see the Litwick mansion. The building lost all of its former glory. The windows were broken, the garden was in ruins and small fires started all across the surroundings areas by either the people, or Pokemon fighting each other. The place was a battlefield.

Among the guards and rangers fighting on the ground, they could see Grimm charging their way at full speed. The guards on the helicopter opened fire at him, but he was able to doge them just like Exs' 'Draco Meteor' earlier that night. He jumped off the ground and dived straight for the helicopter. Grimm jumped on the side of the helicopter and pierced its case with his claws. Dark energy cowered his right claws, as he used a powerful 'Night Slash' to cut the tail clean off. Taking advantage of the passengers chock, he then grabbed Litwick from his seat and jumped off the vehicle before it could hit the ground.

Litwick let out a breath he didn't even know was holding at the sight of his escape crashing into the ground.

-§-

As I saw him sitting on the ground before me, ready to piss himself, I had no idea what to do. The man who inflicted five years of pain and suffering on me and so many others, was at my mercy. I wanted to kill him. Not because of what he did, but because that would've been the easiest solution. He posed a problem for me and if I killed him, I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up from the ground, just like Blade did to me previously. It would've been so easy. It wouldn't even require an effort.

"NO! Please!" He managed to squeeze out. "I'll do anything! Just spare me! Please!"

And now he was begging. I knew it the moment I first laid eyes on him he was nothing but a coward. He may've looked cool and collected, but behind all that, he was afraid. I could see it all, from the very beginning. How he always carried the remote of my chocking collar in his hand, when he'd talk to me. How he tried to buy my loyalty by giving me Cinder. How he'd order his guards to beat me until I passed out. Now the man I knew he was, was finally there for the whole world to see.

I held him like this for quite a while, before all the noise finally died down around us. As I turned my head I could see the rangers behind me. Surprisingly they didn't point their gun at me. Perhaps they knew, they couldn't stop me from killing Litwick, or perhaps they didn't even want to. Finally I saw Blade stepping forward from the crowd. He didn't say anything. He just stood there in silence. The expression on my face, or lack thereof, must've surprised him.

"Grimm…" Blade finally said. He didn't really knew what to say, which is kind of fitting, since I didn't really know what to do. I was confused. I never planned this far ahead. I always wanted to be free, but now that I was… I had no idea what to do.

I needed to make a decision. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. After I looked Blade in the eye and gave a small nod, I tossed Litwick to his feet, with a simple motion. It was over.

I watched as the rangers tied Litwick up with the rest of them, I started to cry. Or rather tears began to flow from my good eye. It was finally over. I fell on my back, exhausted from all the thing that happened to me tonight. I watched the night sky, the moon and all the beautiful stars my eye could see, as my tears continued to flow. A large and toothy smile formed on my face as I lost consciousness. It was all over… and I was finally free.

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Authors Note: Thank you all, for reading my story until now. The story is far from over and I will continue to update it, but it may take a while considering I am incredibly lazy and/or have other things to do. Still, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read what I managed to write so far.

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