AN: You should know the key by now, reader. R&R.

Chapter 6: Anth is gone? Grace is pissed!

Normal POV, 3 years ago, post-Anth attack and disappearance.

A man had walked into a military base somewhere in D.C. His eyes were dull, and without life. He went up to his lieutenant to deliver a message. His voice was coupled with Anth's as he spoke, "My name is none of your concern. You will leave me alone, as well as my mate. We wanted a peaceful life here. Come after me or my love again, and you will lose more than just a few squads." He pulled out a gun and shot himself in the head. He dropped dead, much to the shock of everyone in the room. "Sir, we have reports of another F-22 returning from the chase! It's heading towards the White House," one of the grunts shouted. The lieutenant sighed, and tried to get a hold of the pilot, to no avail.

In the D.C. skies, people saw the descending fighter jet coming in hot. People screamed as it clipped the Washington Monument and crashed into the waters. The jet soon exploded, taking the pilot with it. This got the president's attention quickly, as he had received a call from a lieutenant. "Yes, I saw the crash. We need to act quickly. We are unsure why this happened or how. Send out the Black Ops. Find those freaks," he hung up, unknowingly signing his own death warrant in the long run. He sighed as he mourned the loss of several people today. The skies grew dark with clouds, as it began to rain.

Normal POV, 6, present day, Saturday morning.

Grace woke up later than she normally would. It had been one of those nights again where they had fun. She turned over, smiling as she got up. Her lithe and nude frame now exposed to the morning sun. She put on a cheap dress to blend in with the crowd. She went to grab her machete when something caught her eye. It was an email from Mr. Leet. She opened it. It was some sort of video feed. She opened the video, her eyes widening. "Anth!"

In the video, a man stepped beside the bleeding, bound, and unconscious Anth. "We have your mate," said the man, with a venom laced voice, "If you don't turn yourself in for his crimes of murder, he WILL take your place in experimentation. We could always use a super soldier in our ranks. You have 48 hours to comply." The feed ended. To say that Grace was pissed would be a gross understatement. Her aura blanketed the entire city of Durango. Many animals howled or cried in fear. A few men shit themselves. She looked and saw that Mr. Leet intercepted the feed and told her that he was sorry. He also gave her a location of his whereabouts. She grabbed her machete and sped out, with anger blazing in her crimson eyes.

Mr. Leet's POV, 7 AM

"Man, I hope she gets the message soon," I said with worry. Anth was an excellent voucher on my behalf, as many crime lords were directed to me to wire them with the cash to fund their crops, as they put it. I grew to like Anth a great deal, like a brother. My name is John Leet, and I am a high class hacker, and another government enemy. The door busts open, scaring me half to death. "Oh, shit, I'm fucked." "You will be if you don't help me get my mate back," yelled a female's voice.

I looked up and saw a girl that looked quite a bit like a Gardevoir. "Grace, is that you?" "You can bet that smart brain I'm Grace. Now pull yourself together. I want my Anth back," she growled. I typed a few things quickly on my computer. "He's in a base in Texas. I'll get a ride for you that will be swift." Grace gleamed at me, which told me that I'd better hurry my ass up. I called in a chopper from one of the crime lords. We went out into a clearing in the forest to avoid suspicion.

Grace's POV, 9 PM

I was dropped off a few miles away from the base. I was armed with my machete. I ran up to the place at breakneck speeds. Flaring my aura as I ran, I soon spotted the dark and offending base. I could barely sense Anth, but I can already tell that they have done something to him besides beat him up. I grew angrier. I will kill them all. I let loose a strike which broke through the cement and steel barriers. I sliced the guards up charging a Crimson Psycho Cut of my own. I saw a few dogs, so I let loose my aura and tore them up from the inside. I sliced through countless guards who emerged with guns in their hands. They tried to fire upon me, but I skillfully dodged the bullets and grazed by them. Their heads soon fell. The Psycho Cut smelt thickly of blood. I didn't care. "Grace, help me…" "Don't worry, Anth, I'm coming. Please, wait for me."

Anth's POV, 8 PM, and an hour before Grace's arrival.

I woke up slightly to a pain in my chest. I was chained up to a wall. "Like it?" A man in a lab coat asked, "We injected you with a very volatile strain of fox DNA. We learned that the whore you're knocking up is one of those Pokémon. So, we made a DNA strand from the blood work we extracted from you. Congratulations freak, you gave us the key to having super soldiers. Our research is nearing completion; we just need to see what effect it has on the likes of you." "Do you ever shut up…? You just ramble on and on about…" I was smacked across the head by an M-16. The burning pain in my chest grew. The scientist continued, "We believe we can call this experimental strain Project: Ninetales, after the very Pokémon in the game. You'll become a morph of it very soon. We won't know if you will survive. But, if you die, it means endless research materials for us." I groaned weakly, coughing up blood in the process.

I felt so hot. Sweat poured from my face and body. It's too hot… too hot… too… I saw Grace. She was coming for me. I managed to smile just a little. I chuckled softly. "Yes, I do believe this situation is quite humorous," Chuckled the scientist. "Oh, I'm not laughing about that," I smiled a devious smirk. "It seems my mate got wind of this little kidnapping." The soldier looked at me with hate. "She won't last a minute! The bitch will fall hard and in a pool of her own blood!" I continued to chuckle, when the man struck my head again. I slowly started to lose consciousness. "Grace, help me…" The last thing I heard was an alarm going off. She must be already here.

Grace's POV, 9:30 PM

I fought through hordes of the bastards, and happened upon more. Don't these ass-fucks ever give up? I stabbed so many that I started to lose focus on my Psychic barrier, thus allowing blood to splash on me. I didn't care. I will kill each and every one of them, just to see my Anth! I felt his aura changing; it felt hotter, like lava. An image of a Ninetales appeared in my mind. I was scared, thinking that the worst has come. I eventually came upon a room where Anth's aura felt the strongest. I blew the doors apart. "ANTH!" What I saw wasn't him, but a dark orb with a red outline. A man in a lab coat stared into the large orb, laughing maniacally, "You're too late! He's going to mutate into something of my creation!"

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and had a Dark Pulse charged into my machete. "What did you do to him?" "I injected him with Project: Ninetales. It's my experimental DNA strain, and it's working. It's so…" I stabbed him through the head, killing him. I let the Dark Pulse fly through his body, making him burst into a pile of his innards. I watched in horror as the orb cracked. I prayed to Arceus that he would still be mine. I watched it crack more until…

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