Pokemon In The Real World: Book 4

Chapter 6: Fulfilling The Contract

Chris

Sanjuana had been with me for about two months now. She's been real close to me lately, snuggling up against me at night and being around me most of the day. I found it to be a little odd, but I can't push her away since she probably has nowhere else to go. What could it hurt?

I sat in the main lab and stared at a single egg and a glass of juice in front of me. It was heavily burned and smelled funny, and I don't think apple juice is supposed to be so thick like syrup. "Aren't you going to eat it?" the Snivy asked me. Sanjuana seemed to take in interest in cooking and technical tinkering, and she thought she's make me a breakfast today.

"S-So, who are your parents?" I asked, looking away from breakfast. Something felt different in the room when I asked, and Sanjuana turned away. She said "Mom… Dad… no… I don't want to think about them…" slowly while quietly crying. "Why don't you want to talk about them?" I asked softly, trying not to trigger anything that might cause her to snap.

I asked about her parents again, but she wouldn't even talk about it. Maybe I should ask her later, when she's more willing to talk.

Raynor

"God, is it always this bloody?". There was a new group of scientists who came to work for me since the old ones were… not what I needed. They didn't show commitment to my work, and had to be set aside. But to do what I have in mind, I'll need the help of the one who trained me. Even though I am brilliant, no one can help me more than Chris. I know he's retired, and I have no idea where he is. If I want to succeed on my plan, he's the only hope I have. But first, I needed to do a few things.

Taylor

Why? Why was this happening to me? Why am I cursed? "Taylor… I might have use of you?". Why did his voice sound so familiar? Where have I heard it before? "I need you to ask your parents if they know anyone names Chris". At least it wasn't anything violent.

I walked over to the kitchen where Dad was, "Dad, do you know anyone named Chris?". He looked down at me and replied "Umm… Yeah, I have. He was my… brother's teacher. I haven't seen him since he moved into the forest a few months ago". "A few months ago? In the forest near the Kegan Mansion? Interesting... I'll let you go on with your sad life, Tay". I nodded slowly, "Just… leave me alone…".

Raynor

Near Allen's place? Then Sanjuana couldn't have just disappeared. Could she have been taken by Chris? Probably, but there's just as much of a chance that she was taken and eaten by some wild Pokemon. Can I risk the small amount of time to search the area? I guess so.

"You needed me, Master?" I heard from the window. I turned and saw Anubis, "Yeah. Did you say that you didn't find anything when you searched the forest?". The pokemon nodded, "But I did not search thoroughly enough to find anything unusual, should I search again?". I nodded in return, then Anubis jumped out the window and headed towards the outskirts to the city.

"Soon… Chris's dream will be a reality… I'll make sure of it. No one will get in my way. Not the Galactics, not the Plasmas, not the Magmas, nothing. Team Rocket will take control, and world peace will finally come to this corrupted, war-torn, divided world".

Monara

I stood in the dark of the street holding a knife. The faint moonlight gave me sight of the mansion and the yard. I knew I didn't have to do this, this was my own brother for fuck sake. But there was no other choice. If he's on the side of an enemy of Team Galactic, he's opposing world peace. This is for the greater good. I walked slowly over to the back yard, where Allen usually spent his time late at night staring at the darkened forest.

As I turned the corner, I saw Allen sitting on a chair and looking at a picture of a Snivy. There was a small crunch underneath my feet from the dead leaves of a nearby tree. Allen turned to me, "Oh… hey Monara…" he said. He didn't seem at all happy, instead, he looked a little depressed. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong". "O-One of my family is gone… and I don't even know if they're alive or not" he replied, a few tears streaming down his face.

I hugged him, "Shh… I can make all the problems go away". I grabbed my knife and shoved it into his stomach. Allen made a small gasp, then coughed up some blood. "…just… be silent… it will all be over soon…". I twisted the blade in him and he cringed, "…all your problems… all your stress… there's no need to worry any more… I'm sure your family has enough savings to live off of… you did your part in life… now you must pass on…". I pulled the knife out of Allen and watched him fall to his knees. He held his stomach to try to stop the bleeding, and I held my knife to his throat, "Goodbye, Allen...".

I felt something grab my arm and felt a sharp pain in my side. He had pulled a blade from his belt and stabbed me. ME, his own sister. Allen grabbed my coat and pulled it off, exposing my Team Galactic uniform. "S…So you're one of them? A crazed Galactic?" he said. I took my knife and jammed it into his shoulder, making him fall flat on the ground. "Crazed? No, we're the ones working to create a perfect world" I told him, stomping a foot on his chest. Allen grabbed me by the leg while kicking my in the other to bring me to the ground, "You mistake me, Monara. I will not die here…. Not while that bastard Raynor still roams the Earth. He must pay for what he's done".

He's insane, Raynor has done nothing wrong. Allen had to die, or he would kill the last person who I considered to be family. I kicked him away and got up on my feet, and he did the same, "Just give up Allen, this is harder for me than it is for you".

Allen grabbed a second knife from his belt and pointed it towards me, "I see there's no way to talk you out of this… so be it. One of us will not survive this night…". He ran towards me and slashed with precision and skill. I felt warm blood trickle from my chest and arms, and I grabbed a knife and started to stab away at him.

My breathing became ragged and I started to feel weak. There was no pain to much of my surprise, but just the warmth of blood. He stabbed his knife directly through my right forearm. "Look at us, sis. We shouldn't be going this" Allen said, weakly collapsing to his knees again and breaking heavily, his clothing was covered in dark red on most of his body. I felt another sharp pain in my other arm. "If I die here, Raynor wins. And I can't have anyone getting in my way. Just... go…" Allen said, taking his knives out of my arms. "I'm sorry, Allen…". I grabbed a knife from my shirt and slashed his other shoulder. He cried out and stumbled back.

Allen

No. I can't die here. I refuse to die here. If I die, the world will become chaos with Raynor as their leader. My own sister wants to kill me, and I can't reason with her. So I guess there's only one way to end it. Monara fell to the ground and I walked slowly up to her, and kneeled down. I took my knives, pointing to her spine and the other into the back of her head. A few shallow breaths came from her, "Why, Allen…? Why do you support the misery… and torture of all man-kind…? To even kill your own sister and brother…?" She asked. "I'm not the evil one here… It's Raynor…." I replied.

Monara coughed up some blood, trying to get back up, but I pushed her back down. "This is how it must end, Monara… for the safety and security of all people". I put as much force into my arms as I could, making the knives cut into her spinal cord and through her skull.

I had to take my own sister's life, how much more must I sacrifice to end Raynor? I slowly fell over, becoming weak. I closed my eyes, how far do I have to go, how much must I suffer before it's enough? Everything started to darken, and I heard faint voices. "…quick, go to the bathroom and see if there's anything to stop the bleeding".

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