"Something's wrong," Yellow said as he tensely stood from the couch. Green rolled his eyes as he threw down his hand of cards, revealing a royal flush. He greedily shuffled all the chips that were positioned in the center of the table toward him.

"Get over it," Green replied. "You're probably just horny again. Go into town and find you a woman- or man. Whatever it is that you do."

"No, dude, I can feel it in my bones. Something is definitely up. I think Red might be in trouble." Yellow was incorrect about a lot of things, but his intuition was always on the nose. When he felt that something was wrong, something was wrong. And right now, he was getting an uneasy feeling about Red. He had been injured somehow, Yellow just knew it. And if his companions didn't believe him, he would go off and venture for himself. There was no way he would allow any of his friends die.

Luckily, Blue understood Yellow better than anyone else did. He understood that something was up, and, in the blink of an eye, he had thrown down his cards and was on his feet, ready to take action. A low growl escaped Green's throat, but was quickly silence when Blue coldly glanced at him. "We're leaving," he said shortly before he left the room. Yellow quickly followed after him, anxious for a fight.

"Can you track him?"

"No, I can't pick up his life force."

Yellow's heart stopped. "Does that mean…?" He couldn't finish. The thought of Red being dead caused bile to rise in his throat. Blue shook his head.

"No, let's not assume the worst. He could still be alive but on the verge of dying."

"Well, we have to find him quick!" The passion in Yellow's voice even startled himself. Blue gave a quick nod and commanded his wings to appear. Yellow turned to Green, whose eyes were full of resentment. Was that hatred directed toward Yellow? "You need a lift?" Yellow asked with a half-grin. His friends features did not change as he declined.

"I think I'll walk this time," was all he said. Yellow shrugged, spread his wings, and flew off into the darkening sky.

How long had Krystal been in this dungeon? Hours? Days? Weeks?

There was nothing but silence. It had been that way for a while. She was bound to a chair, but she couldn't see the room because her attackers had blindfolded her. Fucking great. She had given up trying to break the chains that tied her to the chair. Whoever attacked her knew exactly who they were dealing with. The only thing she could smell was death. She threw her head back and a small cry of frustration escaped her mouth. There was no telling how much longer until she went completely crazy. Suddenly, Maroon's face was all Krystal could see.

Maroon. Was he alright? If anything had happened to him Krystal would never forgive herself. She would track down his attackers and rip their flesh off with her claws, and then possible kill herself because she could not live a life without him. And what of Goldenrod? She didn't feel for him as she did Maroon, but he was still important to her. Then again, he was the reason they were in this mess to begin with…

"Damn you Goldie!" Krystal cursed. A few more moments of silenced passed before she heard the first noise since she had been captured. It sounded like…footsteps. Yes, the staccato of heels striking the ground. Krystal focused more intently on the noise. Boots. Whoever was coming toward her was wearing some kind of boots. The stranger took a few more steps-he was right in front of her- and silence ensued.

"Well?" She snapped. A small chuckle filled the room.

"So impatient, Krystal."

"How the hell do you know who I am?"

"You think I would go out of my way to kidnap someone that I don't know anything about? Please, I'm a little more cautious than that," he paused. " I know everything about you." His voice was smooth and confident, and Krystal found it strangely soothing.

"Where's Maroon? And Goldenrod?"

"Uh, uh, uh, let's not go giving away all our secrets right away."

"Damn it! Where are they?" Krystal growled. She felt a cool hand touch her shoulder and tried to jerk away. Then she felt a small tug on the cloth that was obscuring her vision and within seconds she regained her eyesight. The stranger stepped in front of her and knelt down to her eyelevel. His hair was a dark brown; his deep blue eyes were glassy. Krystal could not determine if he was blind or on drugs. Recalling how relaxed his voice was, she leaned toward the latter.

"I just want to be your friend," he said calmly. Krystal had the satisfaction of finally having this man be able to see her eyes roll.

"No you don't. There's obviously something that you want from me, and you aren't going to let me leave until you get it. So let me know what it is so I can deny you."

"I want you to be my ally," he said with a genuine smile. That smile caused sparks to rise in her chest. No one's smile but Maroon's ever had that effect on her. Who was this man?

"Hell no," she replied, keeping her calm exterior.

"Aw, don't be like that. You know you want to be on my team," his smile had not faded. What was up with this guy? Krystal shook her head.

"You're not human, are you?"

He brushed a finger down her cheek before he moved away from her. "You're very perceptive. I am, in fact, not human."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm just like you. As you are possessed by the spirit of Suicune, I am possessed by the spirit of Deoxys. My name is Enigma, by the way."

"Listen here, Enigma. If you have any relations to Lilac-"

"Lilac? I've never heard of that name," Enigma replied.

"Really? Because his scent is all over you," Krystal huffed. A laugh broke from Enigma's lips.

"Oh, come to think of it, I do have 'relations' to him. In fact, he's my leader."

"If that the case then you can just kiss my ass," Krystal replied.

"Is that an offer?"

"You're disgusting," Krystal replied. Enigma stepped behind Krystal and lightly brushed his fingers through her hair. The contact sent shivers down her spine.

"Are you sure that you don't want to join my team? I'll treat you right," he added softly. What would happen if she said yes? Would he let her go or keep her bound? More importantly, would she attempt to escape? Yes, she opposed everything that Lilac stood for, but she couldn't help but wonder what life would be with Enigma. If she went with him there was no guarantee that she would ever return to the side of good. She might not enjoy preforming evil tasks, but she had a feeling that she would enjoy life with Enigma. Yes, he was captivating. Yes, Krystal did desire him on some level, but what of her obligation to the three sacred beasts? She was their leader after all.

Why was she even considering this?

"No thanks," she replied, shaking her head. "I work alone."

"Really? Then who's those two men that you were with. What were their names? Ah, Maroon and Goldenrod, I believe."

"Where are they?" Krystal tried to keep her voice calm.

"Do you care about them?" Enigma asked, still stroking her hair.

"I said 'where are they?'"

"You do care about them, don't you? Well, I didn't want to have to play this card but since you have left me no options…" his voice trailed off, and Krystal could feel his breath caressing her ear. After a moment of silence, Enigma said softly into her ear, "I'll just have to kill them."

Fury claimed Krystal. The thought of him touching her friends caused red to darken her vision. A sudden breeze surrounded the two. The wind shattered the chains that bound Krystal to the chair, and she lunged at Enigma. She pinned him to the floor, and the wind around them grew stronger. Her eyes glowed red and she began to snarl. She could feel Suicune just below the surface. He was going to escape and kill this man.

"Where the hell are they?" She roared.

"Feisty," Enigma replied with a smile. Krystal punched him in the face, but it didn't seem to do any damage to her enemy. "You hit like a girl."

Krystal gave another punch, but the results were the same. The wind around them was even more intense than it had been seconds ago, and there was no telling how long Krystal could keep it under control. In second now and it would erupt and quite possibly kill them both.

"You don't know who you're dealing with," she growled. Enigma reached up and stroked her cheek with his finger. The action caught Krystal by surprise. What was more surprising, however, was that immediately after he brushed her cheek, he kicked her in the stomach and pushed her of him. She rebounded fairly quickly, but only to be pushed back to the ground with a kick.

"I know exactly who I'm dealing with. It is you, my dear Krystal, that has no idea what I am capable of," he pushed out his chest, causing multiple bones to crack. Krystal tried to stand on her feet, wincing at the sound as she done so. She managed to glance up at Enigma's face, a terrified gasp escaping her lips as she did so. His features were no longer laid back and relaxed. His glossy eyes were now a dark void, and a twisted smile played on his lips. "And now that I have your answer, my orders were to kill you."