Nils watched as Felix and the Most Superior spoke at each other. The air was becoming thick with tension. It was clear that the Most Superior didn't think much of Felix, as alone as he was right then. Felix's stance changed, and he was getting ready for what was about to happen. Nils could tell he was excited. He knew what was going to happen. They all knew what was going to happen, except for the Masters and Superiors.
Felix did something different. He changed the rules.
He thrust his arm into the air, allowing for the start of the overthrow of the government. Nils released all his Pokémon, and charged alongside all his friends and allies.
He charged forward without a second regard to himself.
The stampede of people overwhelmed Nils. He couldn't think or hear a single thing, except for the deafening sound of shouts, the thundering thuds of feet on earth, the chaos all around him. He had been preparing for this day for days now, but he wasn't ready...that's not saying much. He almost couldn't handle the noise.
At this point, the Masters and Superiors were fumbling with their Pokéballs, trying to react to the herd of Pokémon rushing towards them, and were throwing them out unevenly. The air filled with the shouts, commands, and attacks cutting through the air. Flying Pokémon were locked in battles with other flying Pokémon, fending each other off, some falling and some being struck by the attacks of Pokémon restricted to the ground.
Nils looked around for Felix, Janice, Sam, Marcus, and everybody else he knew. He could only see Felix standing on top of his rock, watching everything unfold in front of him. After a while, he decided to join the fray, and threw most of his Pokémon out. He jumped from his rock, and ran into the crowd.
Felix ran through the mass confusion that was the climax of the rebellion. He pictured it so clearly in his mind. The death of the Most Superior. He couldn't allow him to live any longer. He couldn't allow him to drain citizens of money. He had to do something about it.
Felix ran forward.
He looked around all the buildings, expecting something to be there. He saw it, he wasn't sure if it saw him. A sniper.
Felix ran forward.
He had to battle the Most Superior. He had to defeat him. He had to stop him.
Felix ran forward.
The bodies of Pokémon and people alike piled around him. Some wounded, and some simply that. Bodies. He paid them no regard. Most of them were Masters and their Pokémon, anyways.
Felix ran forward.
He finally met what he was running towards. The Most Superior. Felix stared him in the eyes, and he stared back into his shades. Neither moved a muscle, even with the turmoil around them.
Finally, they both released two Pokémon into the air. They opened, leaving four Pokémon behind.
"Scyther! Swampert!" Felix yelled enthusiastically. He was ready to meet his greatest opponent.
"Mightyena! Scyther!" The Most Superior screamed. He was also just as ready to meet who he was going to defeat.
They both realized that the other had Scyther, and almost recalled their Pokémon, if only for that. They both hated to be alike.
They stood, their Pokémon waiting. After a while, Felix shouted, "Scyther, slash! Swampert, take down!"
"Mightyena! Sucker punch! Scyther, use razor wind!"
Mightyena was the first into action, as it rushed mercilessly towards Swampert. Both Scythers aimed their attacks at each other. When Mightyena collided with Swampert, it simply held him. After it was sure Mightyena wouldn't get away, she spun through the air, and slammed Mightyena into the ground with enough force to knock out many larger Pokémon. Mightyena wasn't any regular Pokémon, however. It got up, and lunged at Swampert once again. The Scythers embellished their blades in combat, and Felix's tactfully dodged the sharp winds the other had conjured, allowing an opening for it to attack. The slash was mostly successful; it was blocked just in time before it had done any major harm.
"Mightyena, bite it!"
"Swampert, mud bomb!"
Mightyena lurched in for the bite, and Swampert produced a small, wet ball of mud. She thrust it forward, and it exploded in the Most Superior's Pokémon's face. It blew it back, and got mud in its eyes.
"Scyther! Night slash!" Felix yelled.
"Mightyena, keep trying! Scyther, vaccuum wave!"
Mightyena tried to fight the foe it couldn't see, and was failing. Felix's Scyther moved in a zig-zag motion towards its foe. The other Scyther whirled its arms in a conical shape, fast enough to blur, creating a wave of void, which caught Felix's Scyther in it. It dropped, unable to breath for a split second.
"Scyther, use cut! Cut it in half!" The Most Superior seemed crazy.
His Scyther jumped, raised it's arm high, and Felix's Scyther saw it's opportunity. It sprang into action, and fast as it could, slashed its prey. No intense damage could be done, however. It left a wound across the chest.
"Swampert, hammer arm!"
Swampert lifted his arms high, and leapt into the air. During its descent, it brought its arms down upon the unsuspecting Mightyena, who was crushed. With its last ounce of strength, it used take down, causing both Pokémon to fall unconscious.
"Scyther! Hyper Beam!" The Most Superior shouted.
"Scyther! X-scissor!"
Felix's Scyther crossed its arms and slashed at the other. When it uncrossed, it swung both with the intent to slash in half. The other dodged, however, slid back, and unleashed its charge of sunlight. Felix's Scyther barely had enough time to dodge, and Felix did, too. The same could not be said for another Pokémon, a Pidgey.
Felix was caught aback for just a moment, nothing to mean life or death, then shouted, "Scyther! Fly into the air! Get away!"
Not questioning his trainer's command, Scyther flew into the air.
"Scyther! Follow it!" Felix's foe shouted.
It flew after the other, and Felix charged the Most Superior. This was an unexpected move. Felix pummeled his face with one firm punch. A spray of saliva was forced out of his mouth. He staggered for a bit, then returned the favor with an uppercut, connecting firmly. Felix's chin stung from the sudden pain. He reeled, then rammed the man, shoulder first. This knocked him back, and Felix took this opportunity to kick his face. He grabbed his foot, then kicked his face, instead. Felix pulled his foot away, rubbing his chin, and saw that the man had pulled a knife. He waited for him to make the first move, who also waited for Felix to make the first move. Felix faked an attack, which the man responded to, thrusting his arms upward. Felix jabbed his abdomen, and he bent over in pain, he didn't prepare for it. Felix kicked for his hand and unarmed him. While doing that, the man grabbed his foot. Before he had a chance to do anything, Felix brought his foot to the ground, which dragged his match down, also. Whence he was on the ground, Felix kneed him firmly in the nose. He fell down to the ground, and lay on his back. He tried to kick Felix, but he grabbed his foot, stepped on his other leg, and twisted it. The man yelled in pain; he was twisting further than a foot should go. He let go, satisfied when the leg was dislocated in all of its joints. Now he was sure not to get up. Felix stood, looking down at this man. The man responsible for the death and plunder of many honest people.
He knew what he needed to do. He needed to serve justice.
No vengence or revenge included.
For the people.
He stepped on the man's throat. He leaned his weight into the suffocation of him. He would end the terrible reign of the Masters.
That is, if he had the time.
Felix was suddenly thrown back with the force of a truck slamming into him. A truck focused into one point. A bullet.
The sniper had seen him.
The world was quickly draining of colour. Blue, green, yellow, purple, gone. The only colour that lingered was red, and that one didn't fade. He saw splashes of red all around him: blood. The only thing that was still colour. He looked at the Most Superior.
He was clawing at his throat, grasping for dear life. Felix had almost crushed his windpipe, but he didn't succeed. Jacob got up, despite his leg and pain, and looked at Felix, pitiful in his wakest hour.
"I know you know my name. Don't lie about it. Tell me!" he said, kicking Felix in the stomach.
Felix coughed up blood, and it splattered in front of him, adding to the amount of colour he could see.
"Jacob... Why...?" was all Felix could get out.
"Why? Why?!" Jacob was furious, and kicked Felix again, who coughed up more blood. "Because I wanted to get revenge. I wanted to make sure you would die by my hands."
After he stopped coughing, Felix asked, "For...for what?"
Jacob leaned in close, and said, "For stealing the one I love. For Lilith."
Felix then remembered. That one moment that had changed his life. He couldn't help but to be taken back to that moment.
It was a rainy day. The skies overhead were darkening into dusk, but it was still before the sun set. Twilight. Felix was walking along a street in Supinion City. The wind was biting into his very being, and he turned the collar up on his jacket to avoid becoming too wet underneath. He walked around a corner, and he heard some shouting. It was a couple arguing. He was yelling crude words to her, and she was yelling back at him. They seemed to have no respect for each other. Felix listened for a bit longer.
"You always do this! You always leave me at the last moment, you bitch!" The man screamed, loud enough for the entire block to hear.
"I'm not as bad as you! You are always telling me about the things I do, well, don't let me get started on you!"
"You-"
"If you don't stop yelling at her right now, I will make your life miserable with a few contortionist acts, and you'll be the performer," Felix cut in.
The man turned and jumped, not expecting there to be somebody.
After regaining his composure, he man turned cocky, and said, "Prove it."
That was the wrong thing to say.
Felix, faster than either of them could react, almost faster than he finished, grabbed his arm, twisted him around, and pulled his biceps across his shoulder blades, and his forearm in front of his face.
The man yelled, and Felix let go. He had a dislocated arm.
The man was angry, and glared at Felix. After a while of staring, Felix reached out and relocated it before he could react.
That also seemed to hurt him.
"Follow me," he said to the woman.
They walked away, and out of view of the man.
They walked for a bit, in silence, save the noise being made all around them by the rain, bicycles, and people talking.
Felix walked on, wondering where to take her to be safe. He needed-
"My name's Lilith, by the way."
"Lilith?"
"Yeah. That was Jacob...my boyfriend...well, I guess he's not my boyfriend anymore, huh? Hehe..." She seemed to be unsure of what she should say in this situation. She didn't seem to know what to do with her life. "He's very controlling, and won't give up. I think...he's a stalker. He sometimes comes into the place I work, and he just found out where I moved."
She seemed very pretty under the grayness of the sky and the rain.
"You know..." Felix began, "I could...find a place to take you and be safe." He felt a nervousness in his chest. He didn't feel this way around any girl before.
Her eyes brightened up. "Really? You mean it?"
His face began to heat up a bit, and he said, "Yeah, it's no big deal. It's just about...eight days away, in Slidona City."
She smiled, and said, "I think I would like to go there. I've never been anywhere besides Supinion all my life."
They both shared a smile, and then she leaned on him. "So what's your name?"
"Felix."
She rested a bit more heavily. "I've always liked that name."
"That's right. You took her away from me," Jacob said.
Felix was pulled back into the time that was the present.
"And now, I will have the pleasure of killing you." His face was twisted with rage and sick delight. He now had his knife again, and lifted it to bring it down. Before he could, however, his eyes widened with horror. He was frozen, and could do nothing. A hand appeared on his shoulder, and Jacob was pulled away from Felix. Nils stood, and stomped on his throat, crushing his windpipe.
Nils then immediately tended to Felix, "It's okay, don't worry."
"No, it's not."
Nils instantly lost track of Felix when he jumped. It was as if a needle was thrown into a haystack. He looked around, and saw the most intense battles he had ever seen. It wasn't just Pokémon against Pokémon, it was Pokémon against people, people against Pokémon, people against people, on top of that.
Nils pushed on, acutely aware of his own self. He knew that they only needed to hold out for a bit longer. He battled a couple times, with a few Pokémon that he had on him. He avoided fistfights, though. He knew he couldn't hold his own on one. He ran into Janice, literally.
"Isn't this exciting?" She yelled.
"Exciting? Yes, it is. It's also one of the most terrible things I've ever experienced," he yelled back.
"One of? What's the first?"
"Loving you!"
They looked at each other for a moment, to confirm that the feeling was mutual, then got back to fighting, making sure to stay close together.
After a while of chaos and destruction, the Masters got a surprise from the back. Half of the Trainers had tunneled under, and now appeared behind the full force of the Masters, with the strength of all the citizens that had Pokémon added to them. They quickly destroyed the Masters and Superiors.
Nils felt that something was wrong.
He started to search the buildings. He knew there was something up there, but he couldn't see it.
"Nils, what's wrong?"
"I don't know, but I feel-"
He saw it.
A building, forty-six stories high, the highest floor, sat a sniper. He put a hand to his ear, and yelled, "Take out that sniper before it manages to do any-"
As Nils spoke these words, the sniper shot. Nils knew who the target was.
"Nooo!"
Nils ran to the spot the sniper shot, and was mortified to see a scene he never thought he would see. Two Scyther were fighting in the air, and Felix lay on the ground, with a man who held a knife in the air staring down at him.
Nils pulled his lucky throwing knife from his back pocket and threw it firmly into the man's back. It stuck, deep. The man stood, frozen. Nils pulled him away from Felix, and looked at the man who would have ended Felix's life. He lay there, looking at the man who stood over him. Nils dutifully raised his foot, and lowered it on the man's throat, crushing his windpipe instantly.
He ran over to Felix. He was hit by a wave of despair.
There was blood all over Felix. There was almost no part of him that wasn't covered in blood. He was almost motionless as he looked up at Nils.
After scanning him over and over, Nils started to comfort Felix, "It's okay, don't worry."
Felix shook his head, and said, "No, it's not."
Nils's vision began to water, and he could feel streams of tears flow down his cheeks.
"Don't worry. It's...your turn...now. You can...do...this."
"Where are you going? How can I do this?"
"I'm going to...travel the...abyss. I'm going...to join...Steelwing...and wait...for Lilith and...Marcus,...and you,...and everybody...else." He had such great trouble getting the words out. "You...I trust...you. I picked you...for a rea...son...I know...you will...do the...right thing..."
Nils didn't hold back his tears, and they flowed freely down his face. His sobbing was starting to become uncontrollable, and he was losing one of his most dear friends on this day.
"Nils..." Nils looked up and stopped his sobbing for a bit. "Take my...glasses...off."
Nils slowly and carefully removed his glasses. What was hidden underneath shook his entire foundation. Felix's eyes were turquoise, the same colour as his own. The white of his left eye was not white, but red, due to the scar left on his face.
"Nils... take those... shades... Take them,... and... my son... I'm... so... proud... I... love... ... you... Please... let me... see... Lilith..."
Nils stepped back, to allow Lilith to get closer, and share his last breath. They stared into each other's eyes, and Nils looked away, unable to bear it any longer. Janice embraced him in a long, comforting hug, and he wrapped his arms around her. He simply cried into her hair, unable to do anything else.
