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I hope all of you enjoy this chapter, I went back and fixed the other chapter and included Ryan's part in this one so I could make his intro longer, my bad :P

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Date: 01/1/2043

19:49 Hours

Pov Change: Third

Location: Michigan Mainland. 'The Wall.'

On the other side of The Wall stood a Charizard morph around the age of twenty by the name of Ryan Shofield, he watched as the Humvee left before walking slowly over to a door that led inside of The Wall.

One wouldn't know it at first glance but Ryan was an Ex-Empire soldier why? When he escaped from a group of rebel extremists he came back and was tried for treason and sentenced to death all of when his squad was killed brutally by the group of extremist rebels. But he didn't escape unscathed, his eyes were almost cut out and as a result he bears two deep scars over each eye, going vertically from his eyebrow to his cheek bone. The reason he wears sunglasses. He has been training and recovering so as to take revenge on his old masters and those who scarred him.

He opened the door and went inside, making sure not to make any noise. The inside of The Wall was pretty high tech, some lights dangled from the ceiling and some touch screen monitors were on the walls, on the floor was a small rail for transporting supplies and personal from one part of The Wall to the other, several doors pockmarked the walls with small signs saying what they're for.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a long barreled Colt Navy revolver with a wooden grip, he checked its ammo and was satisfied that it was loaded, despite its old age it worked fine. He looked around once more before carefully making his way over to a room that should have Intel on the whereabouts of one of his old commanders.

He almost fired his gun as a Leafeon morph walked out from a room wearing a lab-coat, he almost spotted him, if he didn't go left down the hall.

He sighed in relief as he tiptoed over to the room the lab-coat came out of and went inside where he saw a guard, a Machoke morph. He put his revolver back into his pocket and walked over to him quietly and grabbed him, The Machoke morph tried to scream but couldn't as Ryan held him and cut off his air supply so he wouldn't call for help, after he stopped struggling he snapped his neck.

He then looked around until he found a steel locker and dragged his corpse over to it, he opened the locker and found it was empty so he placed the body inside and closed it. As he locked it he went over to a file cabinet sitting next to a desk and opened it, he rooted through it for a minute but found nothing but random files, none of which he needed.

He went back over to the door and exited it and looked around, no one was wandering around so he went into the adjacent room and closed the door. The room was dark so he pulled out his flashlight and saw it was same as the other but with more file cabinets, he rooted through all of them for about two minutes until he found the right folder, it was a small blue folder which contained the work schedule of all of the personal for The Wall this week and so on, one of which was his old commander, Sargent Jenson Macoy.

He saw the date he was coming and growled, he wasn't coming for a week. "Damn." He muttered. He'll just have to wait. He left the room file in hand and exited the facility, thankfully no one saw him as he proceeded back to his hideout.

He broke into a light run and went behind a small abandoned pawn shop where he had hidden his ride. A 1967 Harley Davidson, it was a solid black color with high bars and two seats and saddlebags. He hopped onto it, put his custom made helmet on and started it up.

He then sped down the road, back to his hideout.

Despite The Wall being put up as a means of separating the Human population from the Pokémorph, it didn't change the landscape any, it was the same on this side as it was on the other side. Burned trees and scorched land, burnt out car shells and unmarked graves.

The Wall was merely a very large and intricate checkpoint, many have tried to go over or through it but many failed, either falling into the pits or getting a new hole to breathe out of. Only one had succeeded, an Ex-Empire morph, and it wasn't Ryan. No one remembers the morph much as it was about seven years ago, so all they remember was that that morph was pissed off, a lot.

Ryan was mildly enjoying the ride. His cloak was flying back with the wind as he cruised at a good 40 miles per hour, several 'lower morphs' watched him drive by, they didn't know him so they didn't care much.

He soon arrived at his hideout, an old apartment building missing the top half due to an explosion, the tip half lay crumbled to pieces on the ground. He drove up to the back and got off his bike, the back had a small door which he opened and brought his bike into. He locked the door with a double padlock and went down to the basement, the door to the basement was made of steel and had three locks on it, he took out his keys and unlocked them before going inside and locking the door from the inside.

His abode was military looking, several metal lockers with mesh doors sat lined up against the walls filled with various weapons like assault rifles and such, the walls were made of concrete that had small cracks in them. Above you could see some pipes that were no longer used, water and power mainly.

He opened a door to a room and went inside. The door was an old wooden door that was fastened onto the wall over a large hole, inside was his bed and several desks all of which had maps of varying sizes laying spread on them.

He took of his cloak and threw it on his bed while he went over to a large board that had a map of Michigan on it as well as small red circles along with pictures of morph personal within the Empire, several of which were his old commanders.

He grabbed a Ka-Bar knife laying on the desk and threw it at the map hitting the picture of Jenson Macoy, a Raichu Morph aged fifty. "Prepare to go down old man." He whispered, as he went back into the other room.


Pov Change: First

Time: 19:59

Name: Dustin Morin

Location: Ferry camp.

"Whew, this hurts." I thought as I looked at my left arm, it was bleeding a bit from some serious wounds I had gotten from fighting that Machoke morph. I had a rag and I was washing away what blood there was so I could see it more clearly.

"Well damn." I muttered as I saw it, it was a large gash that went pretty deep. I wiped away a little more blood before grabbed a medical kit and opening it up, inside was the basic crap, I grabbed a bottle of alcohol and poured a little on my wound, it stung like a bitch but I didn't yell.

"I've been through this before." I thought, remembering my right arm and how I almost lost it.


***Flashback***

Pov: Third.

Time: Six years ago.

Location: Michigan Mainland, Mackinaw State Forest highway.

"Crap!" Dustin yelled running for his life. He was being chased by a Morph, not just any morph but a Raichu morph, one that was a part of the Empire's army. Lieutenant Jenson Macoy.

"Get back here human!" he yelled, brandishing a weird looking whip. It glow a light green and hummed lightly as if it was powered up, the handle was made of steel and the tip had a small spike coming from it.

"Buzz off!" Dustin yelled, running up a short wall and jumping over. Only to be grabbed by a Jolteon morph, he was thrown to the ground and kicked a couple of times before the Raichu morph came over to him, whip in hand.

He smiled evilly, bastard. I could feel the darkness from him. "Now… Where was I, oh that's right." He cracked the whip near my face nearly hitting my eye. "I was about to punish you for what you did."

"I stole a medical kit! Not the fucking store itself! I'm pretty sure you won't miss one!" I yelled as the Jolteon morph dug his boot into my back. "Asshole!"

"You should watch your language my boy." he said, getting closer. He raised his whip and was about to hit Dustin, if Dustin hadn't rolled out from under the Jolteon morph and broke into a run.

Jenson smirked as he whipped it towards Dustin's arm, it coiled around his arm making him stumble and fall to the ground with a yell. Jenson pressed a button on the whip handle with an evil chuckle, it caused the whip to glow brighter and hum louder as it sent a weird glowing energy into Dustin's arm causing him to scream in agonizing pain.

"AHHHHHHH!" He screamed, falling to the ground as the energy being sent into his arm started to burn and sting like Hellfire, it tightened around his arm to the point where the circulation was cut and started to dig deeper into his arm until it practically touched the bone.

Dustin couldn't take much more of this as blood started to gush out of the arteries that were cut, he slowly stopped moving until he became lightheaded.

Jenson chuckled in a dark tone. "Don't think I'm done yet disgusting human." Dustin could see him about to press the button once more, until bullets started flying. He looked and saw a group of rebels were fighting nearby Empire troops, he growled in frustration as he brought his whip back to him but not after causing Dustin more pain then he needs. "Next time Human, you won't be so lucky." He and his cohort left fat down a hill and into the forest, where a chopper was conveniently waiting.

Dustin lay on the ground writhing in pain, almost motionless as his heart pumped out blood that escaped through the many lacerations covering his right arm. Blood gathered around his arm forming a crimson pool.

Using what little strength he had he got up on shaky legs and started to limp away, he may have been young but he was tough as nails when the time calls for it. He slowly broke into a light jog as he headed south, he couldn't trust the rebels he saw because he recognized that symbol on their shoulders. Brotherhood of Humana, anti-Empire and anti-Pokémorph group spread out throughout the world.

He hated them. People like are the reason for the war that nearly wiped out all of humanity, the reason he lost his family, his friends, his home. He growled in pain as his arm started to throb intensely, it hurt like a bitch but he wasn't giving up now.

***Time Skip, Six Minutes***

Sitting next to a small river bank in the forest sat an old RV, it was a seventies model that was big enough for three, maybe four people. Sitting outside of the RV in a rocking chair was an elder Serperior morph holding a solid black hunting rifle with a modified scope and barrel. He watched the forest around him with a smile listening for any sounds other than the local wildlife. "Nothing much." He thought as he leaned back.

Now, a little ways away from the RV was a young girl around ten, a Snivy morph dressed in a light pink blouse and a skirt that hung to her knees. Her hair was a shoulder length dark brown that complimented her bright red eyes. She hummed a favorite tune of hers as she went about picking some flowers in a part of the forest that wasn't completely destroyed. The flowers she held were a bright red and pink color with a delightful scent to them.

She stood up from where she knelt with a bright smile on her face as she skipped back to her parent's RV, the sounds of the forest filled the air around her from the songs of a Pidgey to the calls of a Butterfree. She was enjoying the atmosphere with a smile, until she fell into a hole.

"AHH!" she exclaimed as she fell to the ground dropping the flowers she was holding, she shook her head and looked around and saw she was in a small cave. She stood up and pulled out of her pocket a small lighter her dad gave her, she flicked the switch and gasped at what she saw, a human.

He looked like he was dead, but the steady rise and fall of his chest showed he wasn't. He was alive! She ran over to the hole and climbed out with haste. She cupped her hands and yelled. "DAD! MOM! I FOUND SOMETHING!"

She waited a couple of minutes until two Serperior morphs barged into the clearing she was in, her parents came over to her as fast as they could fearing the worst. "What's wrong honey?" her mother asked her.

She pointed below. "There's a human in there and he's hurt!"

Her father went over to the hole the human was in and peered inside, indeed there was a human. "Here, hold this." he handed his gun to his wife who took it as he crawled inside. He soon came out with the human on his shoulder. "Come on, let's go." He said as he jogged back to the RV, his wife and daughter in tow.

***Time Skip, One hour***

"I died didn't I?" Dustin groggily opened his eyes to find a pair of dark red eyes staring intently at him. Dustin's eyes went wide as he mumbled. "HI."

The figure's gaze was suspicious as he sat back in his chair. "Who are you young man?"

Dustin thought for a moment. "Dustin, Dustin Morin." He smiled. "Nice to meet you sir." He held out a shaky hand.

The figure smiled back as he gently shook Dustin's hand. "A pleasure Dustin, I'm Dr. Edward King."

"Same." Dustin looked around the RV he was in. "Where am I?"

"My daughter found you in a hole and I brought you here, you had some major injuries when we found you. Want to tell me how you got them?" he asked, it was a demanding question he was just curious.

"Ever hear of an Empire guy called Jenson?" he held up his arm. "He did this."

Edward shook his head. "I've worked with him in the past as his medic. He uses some pretty unorthodox means when it comes to whoever crosses him." he held up his left arm, it was covered in lacerations from the shoulder to the wrist. "Guess we got something in common Dustin."

Dustin chuckled a little. "Yeah, I guess we do."

Edward sighed. "You know we lost you a couple of times, and you almost lost the arm. Good thing my daughter found you when she did." He stood up. "it's also a good thing I'm a doctor."

Dustin's face was one of thought as he asked. "You said you worked with Jenson right?" he managed to sit up albeit slowly. "Are you a part of the Empire?" he questioned.

Edward shook his head. "Not anymore, not after what almost happened." he walked over to a window and tapped on it. "You can come out now, I know you're there."

Dustin tilted his head and was about to ask when the door opened and a Snivy morph stepped inside. She walked slowly over to Dustin with some minor reluctance as she looked at him. "H-hi." She said, waving her hand and blushing slightly.

Dustin smiled brightly. "Hi there, I'm Dustin." He held out his hand. "and you?"

She bit her lip and looked to Edward who nodded with a smile saying it was alright, she smiled back and took his hand and said. "I'm Ann."


***End Flashback***

"Good times." I whispered, remembering when I first met Ann.

I grabbed a needle and began stitching my wounds, this'll suck.


Pov Change: First.

Name: Snow Sylverthorne

Location: Ferry Camp.

I didn't unpack much, just a couple of empty notebooks to set on my desk and some pencil packs. I sat my Rucksack under the bed along with my pack that had my supplies in it. The Egg I had I had covered in some blankets and sat on the bed, I made sure it was snug and wouldn't roll off.

"Shit!" That startled me, what was he doing? I grabbed my staff and exited my room going over to his. I noticed the sun was higher in the sky and gave the area a nice glow to it, the place didn't even look like a war had raged through it.

Arrived at Dustin's room I knocked twice, Dustin answered a couple of second later holding his left arm that had a needed stuck in it. "Uh, hey what's up Snow?"

I gestured to his arm. "What are you doing?"

"Oh that! Yeah I was trying to patch it up and I failed horribly." He chuckled out, rubbing the back of his head with his good arm.

I sighed and went inside grabbed his right arm and sitting him down in a chair, I grabbed the medical kit he had and went back over to him and plucked the needle out, he yelped. "Ow! Be gentle with meh!"

I shook my head as I proceeded to try and fix what he messed up, the stitch job he did was a mess he did more harm than good. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the thread of before threading another, I cleaned the wound and sterilized it with some peroxide before starting to stitch the wound up, I made sure to be very careful with these cuts, I counted at least three and one was near an artery.

After about five minutes of work I cleaned then needle off with some alcohol and placing everything back into the kit for later use.

"Your wounds are pretty bad, though you had the sense to clean them at least." I snorted, "Most people wouldn't think to put something clean over it, not since the morphs took over." I grumbled.

"Well," He started. "My… dad, was going to teach me some medical stuff but…" he didn't finish as he looked away for a moment. "Ah I'm rambling, thanks for the help." He smiled.

I looked back to him. "Anyway, you shouldn't use your arm for a while, it needs to heal." I walked to the door and gripped the handle, "Remember do NOT use your arm unless you have to. If it doesn't heal properly you'll lose the use of your arm."

He saluted me with his good arm. "Alright doc, I'll do that." he said, sounding like he was from Brooklyn.

I turned the handle, "If you need my assistance, I'll be in my room." I opened the door to be greeted by the sight of a morph.

Instantly my other hand lashed out at the morph and I quickly stepped back in alarm as Dustin somehow shot over to us, it was a blur.

"Whoa! What are you doing stop!" he yelled, stepping in front of the morph.

I took a step back. "What do you mean, 'stop'?" I snapped, causing him and the morph to back away. Dustin looked shocked but I didn't care. "It's a MORPH! You know, part of the species that killed off how many humans?" I took a step forward. "Took away nearly everything we had and use us for their own enjoyment? Ring any bells?"

Dustin's gaze took a dark turn as he said. "Yes, I know." He clenched his fist. "I lost a lot, friends, family."

"Then why are you protecting this morph?!" I demanded, staring him straight in the eye.

"Because her family saved my life and I owe it to her family to protect her!" he snapped back, as the morph grabbed his shirt, hiding from me with a fearful gaze. "So just lay off man."

I walked past him giving the morph a death glare, she retreated to the other side of Dustin as I stated coldly. "If this morph ever comes near me again…" I switched my gaze from the morph to Dustin. "It won't end well." I then left him and the morph as I went back to my room.


Pov Change: First

Name: Dustin Morin

Location: Ferry Camp

I watched Snow walk away after his outburst about morphs, he must have a bad history with morphs.

I turned around and faced my terrified friend.

Ann was a Servine morph and she was wearing her dark dirt stained blue jacket with the tank top underneath and jeans with climbing boots, her long shoulder length brown hair was draped over her shoulders over her chest. Her light red eyes look bloodshot and she had a sad/scared expression.

"Don't worry about him," I assured her. "He's just new. Give him some time Ann, I'm sure he'll warm up to you eventually."

"Who is he?" she asked, watching him disappear around the corner.

"Snow Sylverthorne, someone I met in the city a while ago." I answered. "He helped me fight of some morphs."

She suddenly grabbed me and hugged me tight, nearly hitting my hurt arm. I could feel something was wrong. "Ann," I pulled her away and knelt down as I held her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"The Empire, they put out a notice about you." She started to cry a little, tears left her eyes as she continued. "They want you-" she sniffled. "Dead, because of what you're doing for us."

I guess you could say I was a little shocked because of that, I mean come on I've been stealing from them since I was ten and I haven't been caught once. I hugged her tight. "That's all?" I asked.

She pulled away and looked up at me. "What?"

I patted her on the head, messing up her hair in the process. "If they want me dead they have to catch me first." I gave her my award winning smile. "And that is no easy feat my lass." She but her lip, something she does when she's unsure. I've learned that over the years of taking care of her. "I'll be fine Ann, I promise. I'm not going to leave you and the rest all alone. Ever. You understand?"

She nodded with a smile as she wiped away tears her tears. "Yes."

"Good, now you better tell me where you've been this whole time, I've been wondering wither or not you were captured or killed. You had me worried."

She scoffed. "Okay Dad." She said, joking. "So, I guess you made another run?"

I nodded. "Yeah I got a good haul this time, some canned food and plenty of water and some medical kits."

She seemed impressed. "Wow, nice!"

I laughed. "Yeah, so." I decided to change the subject. "I take it you went to The Wall?"

She nodded. "Yeah, They really changed up the place last time I went there. They got spotlights, heavily armed patrols and I'm pretty sure some landmines somewhere." She listed off with her fingers.

I sweat-dropped, okay then. I then laughed out. "So, not an ideal location for a summer home huh?"

She chuckled a bit before saying. "Oh! I also spotted someone I didn't think would come out of his little tower."

I eyed her suspiciously, my eyes widened as I thought of who she may have been talking about. "You don't mean…"

She nodded. "Thomas Shade." She said, eyeing the mainland.

I held my arm as I asked. "What was he doing here?"

"I don't know but…" she looked away as she continued, "he's the one who wants you dead."

I shuddered, I hate him. Then I asked. "Was Jenson there?"

She shook her head. "No, why?"

I held my arm a little tighter, remembering what happened all those years ago. "N-no reason." I turned around and went into my room followed by Ann.

I sat down on the bed and went into thought. "Shade…" I thought with malice. "You are going to die."


Pov Change: First

Name: Serpent Feuille

Location: CG Plane Hideout

I yawned as I sat up on my makeshift bed, shaking away the sleep. I eyed my hideout and found nothing had been disturbed. I got up off my bed and made my way over my bag and pulled out a bottle of water and chugged half its contents before tossing it back on the bed.

"What to do." I murmured, walking over to my computer that wasn't fried. I sat down and turned it on and typed into the search engine. But a window popped up saying "No Service" Groaning I got up and went over to the door, I had my dagger strapped onto my belt and my bag of spare parts as I went outside. The sun was high in the sky as I went over to an old rusty ladder and climbed up it.

I had found a satellite dish about four months ago and decided to put it to good use, I dragged it back here and managed to get it on top of the 'roof' of the plane where I jerry rigged a bunch of spare parts and what not to get it working, I then hacked into a satellite in orbit so I could get internet, while erasing my trail so I won't get caught of course.

Just as I thought, the cable had been chewed on, again. "I'm running low again." I thought as I fished through my bag for a spare cable, I found it and saw it was the last one I had. "Well damn." I muttered.

I grabbed some pliers and unscrewed the other cable and put it in my bag as I proceeded to screw the other one on, I attached the cable to the output and input parts then looked at my work, I needed to get some kind of repellent or something.

I climbed down the ladder with a sigh, I was about to leave when I remembered what day it was. The First, going back inside the plane I put my bag down and grabbed my backpack before leaving and locking the door, I walked over to the cliff and extended a vine whip towards the tree, I grabbed onto it and swung to the other side, I flew through the air an landed on the other side before breaking into a run.

I ran through the trees and over fallen debris and before I knew it I emerged onto the highway, the sound of the wind greeted me as I walked along the road a bit before breaking into a light jog. I jogged past old broke down cars and charred grounds.

I could hear a truck approaching from behind me so I put my hood up and started to walk slowly, keeping my head down. The truck passed by me without slowing down, I peered up and I saw it was an Empire troop carrier. They were headed for that monstrosity called 'The Wall'

"Why do they need so many troops up there, they're up against some pretty weak humans." I thought, they've been running trucks up there for day in and day out. What are they up to I wonder. "A rebel attack perhaps?" Damn rebels, that's probably the problem.

I walked along for what felt like hours until I arrived at a dirt road, I stopped and turned left.


Pov Change: Third

Time: 21:05

Location: Michigan wastes, near 'The Graveyard'

Walking along through the ruins of some old building was a young girl, an eighteen year old by the name of Ana Audito, she was a rebel combat medic within the rebellion. She wore a black tee-shirt under a dark brown jacket that had a red cross sawn on the left and right shoulder and on her back she carried a pack full of medical equipment for the field. She wore over her jacket a light bullet proof vest and over her legs she wore combat fatigues and boots that were black in color.

She peered behind her and saw her teammates.

A dark tanned man by the name of Julio walked behind her, he was about twenty five and he was the sniper for her squad. He had a shaved head but had a goatee that was braided and a dark brown. He wore a tank-top under an open black jacket with a pack of cigarettes that stuck out about halfway and he also wore torn blue jeans with tennis shoes.

The next was a nineteen year old Vaporeon morph named Jesse James, named after them. He was the Comms officer. He wore urban army fatigues and carried a large pack that held an old radio with an antenna that was about a foot long. He carried a M4A1 with an ACOG scope.

The final squad member was the squad leader, a human named George Franklin. He was about forty. He wore moderately heavy pre-war combat armor and carried a FNL-SCAR with a grenade launcher and a duel drum clip. He wore over his eyes wrap-around sunglasses with a red tint.

"Sir" Ana started. "We're coming up on The Graveyard." She told him, pointing out the old sign that led to a pre-war cemetery.

"I know." He said his gruff voice sounding like he was a heavy smoker.

They arrived and took cover in the heavy uncut foliage that surrounded the area. Julio took a position in a tree with his SVD while everyone else got behind trees, they didn't want to be spotted. George knelt down as Jesse knelt with Ana behind an oak tree.

The Graveyard was just that, a graveyard. Old headstones pockmarked the ground, covering several yards. Some were cracked with old age while others looked somewhat new.

Walking through the place, past old graves was an old man around seventy he's been here ever since the war started. He carried an old shovel in one hand as he walked with a slight limp and he had a grim expression on his face as he looked at many of the headstones. He wore a simple jumpsuit and wading boots and wore a withered hat over his graying hair, his grey eyes somber as he watched several people, both morph and human mourn their loved ones.

Ana couldn't help but feel sad as she watched the old man walk through the place. But her sight instantly changed from him to a familiar face that entered The Graveyard, Serpent Feuille.

"Sir." She gestured over by the gate, George nodded and pulled out some binoculars and peered through them.

Serpent had his hood up obscuring his face, as he walked slowly. In his right hand he held two flowers, both red Roses. He walked past mourners of all ages, from small children no older than eight to elders no older than sixty. He could hear, no he could feel the combined grief that surrounded him.

Eventually he arrived, two medium sized headstones that bare two names. "Robert Feuille" and "Laura Feuille" his parents.

He knelt down and placed one of the roses in the slot for his mother and the other for his father, he stood back up as he bowed his head.

Back with Ana she felt something wet hit her head, she looked up and saw numerous dark rain clouds had gathered. "It was clear a minute ago." She thought as rain started to gently fall, she saw some of the mourners pull out umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain. She pulled out a scope and peered through it towards Serpent and saw that he was crying, he kept his head down as tears fell from his eyes, he clutched his hands together as the rain started to fall heavier.

Serpent didn't care about the rain as it hit him, soaking his hoodie and trailing down his back sending shivers throughout his body. But then the rain stopped hitting him, he looked up and saw an umbrella had been put over him, he looked at whoever was holding and saw a female Pidgeot morph with a sad expression on her face. "I'm sorry, I saw you were shivering and-"

He cut her off. "No, its fine." he said, turning back to the headstones. "You just startled me."

She nodded then looked at the headstones. "Family?"

Serpent nodded. "My mother and father." He answered, feeling a tear leave his eye.

She bowed her head in respect as she said. "I'm sorry for your loss." she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

"…Who did you lose?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the headstone.

She took her hand away as looked over at a small headstone that was next to a larger one. "My little sister and mother." She said, grief lacing her voice.

He put his hand on her back. "My condolences miss."

"You don't have to call me miss." She looked back to him. "My name is Lily Lightfeather."

He wondered whether or not to tell her his name, he went with it. "Serpent Feuille."

"It's a pleasure Serpent." She said as she smiled a little bit. "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

He gave her a look, why would she ask him that. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering." She looked out south. "There's a small island just a little ways south with a crashed ferry on it, that's where a couple of friends of mine is staying at." She looked back to him. "He's a really nice guy-" she chuckled a little bit. "-for a human that is, but I'm sure he'd let you crash there if you wanted to."

He shook his head. "I have a place so I don't need anywhere to 'crash.'" He turned around to leave as he said. "But thank you for the offer."

"Wait, here take this." she handed him a small rolled up umbrella. "Dustin always said to be prepared."

He looked her in the eye as he took it. "Thank you Lily." He said as he unrolled it and used it to cover himself from the rain. "Your friend must be smart."

She tilted her head with a short chuckle. "In a way, he can be a doof sometimes." She turned around to leave. "It was nice meeting you Serpent, have a safe trip home." She then departed, heading for the other exit.

He sighed as he exited The Graveyard, a rare smile on his face.

Ana watched as Serpent and the other morph left the area as the rain continued to fall, she had put on her hat she always carried in her pocket, and it helped a little. She looked over at Jesse and saw he was using something that can be used to hear from long distances, and he had one of those looks. "What did you hear?"

He looked up at her and said. "Nothing much, just something about his parents, the girl's name, someone named Dustin and an island just a little bit south from here." he listed off, before he remembered something else. "Oh the girl's name is Lightfeather." He said, making George look at him.

"Lightfeather? As in the worldwide arms dealer Lightfeather, his daughter?" he questioned. "I thought she was killed with her mother in that plane crash?"

He shook his head. "He had three kids, two daughters and one son. The youngest died with her mother." He said, remembering the report he read a while ago about the Lightfeather family. "This is Lily Lightfeather, she went missing eight years ago and hasn't been seen since."

"Well, that's interesting." He murmured, shifting in his place as rain started to trail down his back. He looked up at Julio who was as still as a stone. "How are you not fazed by this?"

Julio was looking through his scope at the landscape, he didn't move at all as he said. "I'm a water type, white boy." Jesse and Ana chuckled but a stern look from George made them shut up.

"Let's get moving, let's check out that Island she mentioned." He stood up from his spot as Julio jumped out of the tree and landed in front of them, he put his rifle on his back as Jesse and Ana stood up and everyone started to move. "And then go back to base."

"Are we telling them about Lily and the Island?" Jesse asked, trying to keep pace.

George nodded. "Yeah, might can use it for an outpost depending." He said no more as they proceeded back to base.


Pov Change: Third

Location: Iron Mountain Correctional Facility

Sitting near the base of the mountain sat a prison, now this prison used to hold a prisoner, a deadly prisoner by the name of Skylar Frendel. It was abandoned years after the war and most prisoners escaped while others were either killed off by Skylar or forced to join his little gang of bandits, which were few in number.

Skylar stood on top of an overturned Prison bus as he looked on at the landscape, why? Who knows. He was forty years old and stood about six feet and was wearing bloodstained clothes, a dark brown sweater and sweat pants with stolen prison guard boots, his hair was brown and messy and his eyes were a calm looking blue.

On his belt was a combat knife with some small blood stains under the hilt, sitting next to him was a RIOT shield and a scythe.

On the ground behind him stood a teenager named Felix Roquefort he too was an escaped convict, but from a different prison. He was eighteen and wore a dark blue tee-shirt under a black vest and brown baggy pants with running shoes. His hair was dark red and his eyes were two different colors, one being green and the other blue.

Around his shoulder he had a steel spiked whip coiled around it and tucked into his pants was a 9mm Pistol, originally a prison guard's weapon.

Felix had his arms crossed as he asked.. "So, what are we doing here?"

Skylar kept looking out into the distance, again for whatever reason he only knew. "I'm… looking for someone…" he muttered, a sick grin on his features.

"Who?" Felix questioned. "If you don't mind me prying."

"Prey…-" he touched the hilt of his knife. "-that escaped my grasp a long time ago." He answered, remembering a little 'Trip' he made years ago.

Felix asked no further, he merely nodded. Felix started back for the prison, hands behind his back.

The prison was Skylar's 'Base' some prison guard had survived but he made short work of them. He and his band of outlaws made this their home, turning it into a fortress that is practically impossible to get into. They rely on raids from the nearby outposts and cities for supplies and gear, or hunting the wildlife.

Felix entered in through the gates and across the yard where some of the prisoners were either working out or sparring with one another. They didn't notice Felix as he entered the Prison. The prison was about three stories tall with a chain-link fence that went around the perimeter that had barbed wire at the top and some of the windows had scorch marks, signaling where some fires had started long ago.

The inside was covered with graffiti and loud rock and metal played throughout the place, some of the prisoners inside the place were fixing or making weapons, nail bats or some type of crossbow. Felix descended some stairs until he was in the basement, the basement was flooded from rains and some floods that hit the area a year ago. There was also a canal that led out to sea, but no one knows why it's there though.

He opened a door and went inside. He lived in the basement where he could work on his 'projects' there were several tables and barrels as well as bins filled with pipes and other pieces of scrap metal. On one table sat a small oil canister that had the top taken off and inside were several wires and what looked like some small explosives. He was making a bomb, a small bomb though.

He took of his whip and gun and placed them on a small coffee table that sat near him and began his work once again. He grabbed some pliers and some small parts among other things and began placing them inside, being as careful as possible so he doesn't set it off by accident. He attached some wires to a timing device made from a watch and attached another wire from the watch to the explosive. He then placed a remote detonation device so he could set it off from remote, which was made from a garage door opener. Once he set everything in place he placed the top back on and screwed it back in place before putting it in a safe that had a similar bomb in it.

Satisfied, he walked over to the canal which was about ten feet wide and thirty feet deep, he knelt down and tapped the water twice before something rose up. It was a shiny Milotic, a male Milotic named Wilhelm. "How are you doing?" he asked

Wilhelm craned his head down to Felix's level. "Pretty good, considering that I have to swim in this water." He answered. "I'm pretty sure I saw the skeleton of a prison guard down there."

"Well, the canal does go to the sea," he said, looking down the cave like exit "You could always go out there if you want."

Wilhelm tilted his head. "And leave you here with that human, what was his name again?"

"His name is Skylar, and don't worry about me," he said, gesturing to his many bombs and traps. "I can handle myself."

Wilhelm seemed unsure but nodded. "Alright, I think I will."

"Have fun." Felix said as Wilhelm departed beneath the waters. Felix walked back over to his table and grabbed his pistol before walking over to a small rollout bed, it was blue in color. He sat down on it before laying back and putting his pistol under his pillow and closing his eyes, he was tired.


Pov Change: First

Time: 21:10

Name Snow Sylverthorne

Location: Ferry camp

"How can he be with...them, those... things?" I fumed. "Those morphs, those -creatures- are nothing like us." my snort of disgust came right after that.

I went into my room and locked my door, while grabbing my notebook which was by the door. "Ever since that day, all they've ever done is torture those weaker than them, without caring about all the families they've ruined, without thinking about the damage they've done to everything, without remorse to those not of them." these thoughts plagued me, while I started writing.

It never fails, I finally find a relatively safe place, and a morph shows up, a Servine morph. What is he thinking letting them near him? A nice morph? Yeah, the chances of finding a nice morph are about as likely as humans being able to live in space without assistance.

But what of him, Dustin. I know I've heard the name before, but he chose to live with her. Why? Something's going on with him, but what? He lived with Pokémon to develop senses to 'feel' them, he lives out in the ruins, how is it he hasn't resented them? He doesn't like them, but won't kill them unless he has to...that's why he stopped me. One less of them means one less future threat to deal with later, but he's more than capable of taking on a small crowd, his performance at Traverse proved that. What's he hiding..?

I looked up at the swathed egg, staring at it for a full minute, never taking my eyes off of it.

-He's given me no reason to distrust him, but he consorts with them. He's given me protection, without any ill intent as of now. I'm going to regret this most likely, however, I don't have much of a choice. I'm staying with him, at least until I get more answers to solve this entire problem. Dustin...

Are you worth my trust?

I closed my notebook and slipped it next to my pack. "It's getting late..." my eyes trailed to the small window to the outside, which displayed the evening sun. "Yellow, orange, red, and a hint of blue..." I closed my eyes while I set my back on the mattress. "I'll think about this more later."


A/n Whoo! What a chapter, not 10K but still a good one. :)

I would also like to thank Arcanemaster2324 for Felix Roquefort and Skylar Frendal, they both belong to him along with Snow Sylverthorne, and for a little help with the dialogue. ;) thanks buddy.

Serpent Feuille belongs to StylishDescent along with Ana Audito, her squad members however belong to me.

Again Ryan Shofield belongs to TEHSCREW. Hope you liked how I wrote him out! :D

Also there is one slot left for an OC, betta hurry! :D

Well, now we know who Ann is, along with a little bit more to Dustin's past and Serpent and Ryan. And who is Skylar after? And Lily is the daughter of a Worldwide Arms dealer?! :O holy crap!

So many questions… I think.

Well, R&R and I can't wait to see all of you till next time, also. Tell me how this chapter was and I want to hear your thoughts on the matter, as well as other things pertaining to the story. Bye! :D