Chapter 8: 14 Assassins

"All recruits listen up!" Command had begun, "This is the last objective for the exam to prove which one of the six of you will be a Mafia 14 Assassin. I know, it's sad that only one can return… alive, but assassins of Feliciano must always put their lives on the line for the family. For the last eight months, each of you have been perfecting and conditioning for the fundamental combat purposes of stealth and assault."

I surveyed the two assault rifles trying to decide which I would use for the majority of the match. The FAMAS is an automatic rifle with a bullpup design that can use burst and semi-auto selector modes, but the M16 has more range having only a burst and semi-auto fire selector and is historically famous for producing strong hydrostatic shock to wounds. I'm more of a marksman anyways and the M16 is as close I'm getting to a ranged rifle for now, so M16 it is. Once I strapped the M16 to my back with the butt over my right shoulder for easier access I laid back against the base of a tree as command was still listing orders. I couldn't help but notice my head starting to tense up though. I clenched my eyes from the pain being irritable at first trying to shake it off but within seconds it turned into a very painful migraine. I pressed my temples in trying to concentrate on the match but it didn't do much relieving. The tempo in my skull got higher and higher as I put more thought into the fight. Could it be from being really stressed?

"All six of you will attack and kill the very people that you have been working with, but I know all of you can care less if you kill your own rivals; payback for talking all that mess behind your back during training is a way to think about it. Use the environment of the vast forest to your advantage. Various weapons and ammo will be found lying around the ground and in some hard to reach places. There is no time limit so don't rush. Updates on the battle will be posted. Now good luck, may the best young adult win. Commence the mission on my mark."

My migraine had been getting worse as every second and sound passed by. I involuntarily clenched my skull and strained in pain. Fahrenheit had an alarmed expression once I glanced at him. Sounds were turning into painful echoes and the light around me became distorted. I thought I would blackout but I actually saw my environment change before my eyes?

"Sir, you okay?" Fahrenheit asked in worry upon seeing me like this at the worst possible time.

The pain instantly vanished greatly reliving my senses. However, I opened my eyes to see that everything captured in my sight was either in a shade of blue or white! I'm in my Aura Sight again! I tried getting reused to the powers as I looked around. Okay just like the docks, zoom in zoom out focus and observe. To prove my powers worked, past the vegetation only around 60 yards away was the aura signature of one of the recruits. Somehow, someway like my conscious was communicating with me, just by evaluating the aura I found it was Jamal I was looking at! Arceus, it's like I've studied his aura before, and I had no doubt it was him! That's when I realized the mafia posted his position nearby me on purpose probably since it's not expected. The visions of the aura began fading and then my eyes returned to normal, but then it went back to aura. My vision kept switching back and forth and I started losing control of the power. No, come on I can't have this happen during a match!

"Five… four… three… two… one… begin!"

(POV)

"Sir, where to-"

I jumped at the sudden sounds of gunfire booming from what felt like next to me! I looked up to see Rayn leaning forward firing his gun through the trees. He had caught an enemy already? Something even more offsetting, as he was shooting his M16 he did not budge from the kick back like someone would normally do when firing a rifle at burst shots and it looked like he wasn't blinded by the muzzle flashes since he wasn't squinting at all. That's when I noticed that his hands were enshrouded in blue flame-like clouds around his wrists and forearm causing a distortion around his space as ripple marks became apparent in the air. The vapors would greatly expand more for every kick by the gun flowing around his arms in fluid motions before dissipating in the air; it almost looked like the gun was producing more of those flames for each shot but instead the blue haze was coming from his wrists directly. I looked at his eyes to see his right one glowed blue and his left glow blue past the tuft of his hair making him look almost inhuman! The haze around his wrist twisted around his arm as he fired at his target, which I still couldn't sense.

"Sir, what the hell are you shooting at!" I tried yelling above the gunshots.

He didn't respond. All he did was pivot around to keep his gun aimed for the target while expertly shooting his gun. Then he stopped causing the haze to dissipate.

"Sir, Arceus damn it Master, what's going on!"

His glowing eyes looked at me, and he finally responded, "Don't call me Master. We're both the same and I am no better than you."

"How… did- then sir what the hell were you shooting at? What was that stuff coming out of your hands, and how did you know I called you Master?"

To answer one of my questions, I heard an update on his headphone. "Jamal has been slaughtered by Jonathan." His eyes stopped glowing returning back to a normal light brown after a few moments we were updated.

"It looked like I just had the power of aura again," he spoke while carefully scanning his hands, "Remember that time I told you I can use the Life Energy power from time to time?"

"Aura, you mean that was it just now? Holy crap I never believed you until now…"

"I told you it only comes around on its own." Rayn then huffed in frustration, "It's gone now, but we better keep moving." Before I could ask anything else, he began jogging towards the area he was shooting at.

Once we got there, blood littered the grass and leaves. Jamal laid there with bullet holes through his suit and blood covering most of it while a puddle of blood was still forming around him. "Damn, nice kill sir!"

"There's still four more of them though," he said as he unclipped the magazine for the M-16 replacing it with a full one. I then searched his body for any useful ammo and weapons to take with us but all he had were M16 ammo but his other weapons didn't fit Rayn's preferred list. "Looks like all the good guns are in the forest, let's begin our search," he sighed.

(POV)

"Nice, oh my Arceus that was one beasty ass kill!" M-4 yelled at the top of his lungs as he jumped out of his chair.

I thought that the Don would have thrown him out for his outburst especially since he wasn't speaking formal, but everyone else was yelling in surprise and even Garand was clapping for Rayn's actions surprisingly.

"How in the hell did Jon even see him. Sometimes I think that kid is not even a kid and is just another teen fucking with us or something!" one of the assassins, M-9, spoke out.

"Every year we always put two recruits nearby each other to see just how long it would take for one of the recruits to find each other. And holy shit, Jon just… damn," M-4 added.

"Whoa wait, Jamal was way in the forest for him to even spot him without thermals on. His quilava couldn't even catch his scent and they were downwind from his position! He's barely ten for goodness sake…something's not right here!" M3T commented spinning one of her Streyr AUG Para SMG's by the trigger guard which she does almost unconsciously.

"Hah, you're one to talk. You were only eleven when you were out there," M-60 argued back.

"Silence! We all know that every other year we get a very young recruit and sometimes they are phenomenally well in the field. That is the results of our teachings," Garand concluded.

I couldn't believe there was a debate going on in here revolving around a young person getting slaughtered like that. I was getting pissed! What used to be innocent people, including Rayn, are now trained to slaughter others just like myself. This family's leaders are ruthless criminals and I can't wait to kill every person in this room.

(POV)

Hours into the objective shockingly became days without any luck on finding signs of others. On the third day, our food supply ran short and we barely mustered up the energy to walk since we knew we had to ration. I was beginning to lose hope as it felt like I had already fanned the entire island not finding any recruits.

"Nourishment will be dropped in numerous areas throughout the island. If you are low in supplies, head to the nearest cargo box in your location," Command informed.

As if on cue, I heard prop engines ripping through the air as a C-130 passed over us. I peered through the canopy to find it had dropped a large crate through the tail gate. The crate descended down with the trademark purple parachute into the forest and was going to land a little over a mile away. Fahrenheit and I both starving frantically dashed to the spot using the last of our energy.

Finally, the large wooden crate came into view. It rested next to a tree as the crate looked untouched, but before we walked up to it I noticed that something didn't feel right. This crate may have been here for over a half hour already so I bet some of my enemies may be here by now. We slowed to a walk as it was way too quiet around here. Some flying pokémon took off from the vicinity and never came back and there wasn't a sound from any wild pokémon. That means someone nearby is causing a disturbance within a few hundred yards. Fahrenheit was about to step into the clearing where the crate was but I held my hand in front of him.

"Sir it's so close. I need to eat- we need to eat!"

"Isn't it obvious? It looks like a trap. We have to stay here and watch for any movement. Can you catch a scent of metal or a person around here?"

Fahrenheit's nose twitched in the air as I took out my binoculars. "Nothing, now let's go-"

"Until I feel the area is safe we can't move," I answered my stomach overpowering the volume of my voice, "We've gone through stuff like this before in training remember."

After waiting for a good twenty minutes nothing moved. I routinely scanned every single inch of the scene in front of me, and I was doing it painfully slow to precisely spot any signs of a trap. The only sounds that had been heard were our stomachs rumbling begging for nourishment. It was clear in the middle of the day as the sun light casted only on the crate and the base of the tree while the rest of the light was obscured by the canopy of the trees. It looked as if the crate teased me; trying to bring me in to get whatever was inside.

"Okay, it's clear, now let's slowly-"

Before I could finish I heard shuffling footsteps approaching us fast. Out of nowhere, a recruit dashed out of the bushes just to the right of us and ran towards the crate. I almost raced him to the crate but forced myself to not move since this is a perfect opportunity for a kill. I brought out my M9, but before I could even bring the pistol to my face a rope had caught his ankle. Next thing I saw was him fall backward before being tugged upwards upside down by a tether around his ankle. That's where I saw the tip of a blade sticking out from the thick vegetation of a low tree. The blade instantly revealed itself by rotating out and towards the recruits head with enough force that it made a clean cut through his neck. The large knife was released from the energy of the spin like a projectile and had almost impaled my leg by landing inches from my thigh where I forced myself to hold in a yell from extreme fear! The knife was a long, black bladed combat machete. I saw Fahrenheit who was next to me have that same fearful expression too.

His head fell off instantly and rolled away from the crate. The eyes were still open but wide while his neck was still shooting out blood revealing a sick mess of veins, arteries, and the spinal cord which was sticking out shaded pink by the blood causing my pistol to merely slip out of my palms with my mouth agape from the horrifying view. I am so glad I had the patience to wait in cover! The dark, terrifying liquid drained out from the body that still hung under the tree with limp arms and fingers dragging across the crate. Decapitated, I had one less recruit to worry about thanks to the classic trap taught by M-4.

"Jake got chopped and screwed by Alec!" Command updated.

Before we moved Alec peeked out of the bushes at the opposite end and ran to the crate. He struggled to tip it over to get the blood off that constantly streamed out of the body above. While he exerted himself, I picked up the combat machete next to my leg and with Fahrenheit we quietly made our way out of the bush and stalked up to Alec. Heal to toe is a method taught by M-9 as a way of very quietly walking up to a target. He was still tipping over the crate as I slowly cocked my arm back with machete in hand. My palms were sweating greatly from the sheer anxiety I was getting. If I get caught at a distance Alec will definitely counter and kill me instantly. For every motion I made that closed in the length between us my breaths got heavier along with my heart beats which grew rapid. I was two yards away when he slowly started turning around. His eyes looked heavy, red, and darkened as he was starving and low on energy, but his eyes immediately widened as I brought the huge knife to his forehead with little hesitation. The jet black blade cleaved halfway through his forehead where I left it there dug inside. Alec stood there motionless before small shots of mortal liquid began dispersing on the soil and me before he gave out a horrific gasp collapsing backward onto the ground.

"Jonathan surprised Alec! Two more targets remaining for all!"

I forced the machete out of his head, causing a disturbing snapping and crunching sound and added the weapon to my kit by strapping the machete to my waist. I searched for weapons and ammo on him. I found his other machete but didn't see a good use in using two long knives and two Streyr TMP machine pistols. I replaced my one M9 with the TMPs by putting them on both sides of my waist.

I saw the lifeless body of the deceased Jake hanging over the crate where I noticed a long assault rifle strapped over his back. I dropped my FAMAS and replaced it with his Galil ACE 23 Carbine, a powerful, newly released series of rifles. I then pried open the crate and it revealed the food and water that Fahrenheit and I needed. Pokémon food, fruits, canned food, medic supplies, and water were found in the huge crate. As I dug deeper, I found two double barreled sawed off shotguns with 24 shell rounds half being buck shots and the other half slug shells. I thought for a second but decided I'm better with precise weapons and the forest won't do a shotgun any good so I left the sawed offs there, packed enough food and supplies to last a few more days, and then left the site to find a place to camp out and eat with Fahrenheit.

(POV)

"Rayn, Fahrenheit, please come back alive."

All I could do was gaze up at the ceiling as I lied down in one of the suites in the dark, the luxury failed to provide any comfort though. I couldn't sleep knowing that Rayn and Fahrenheit are struggling to stay alive on that island even though he has been making a name for himself. Two kills and he wasn't spotted once. Maybe…just maybe I don't have to worry about him too much.

I heard the door knob of the room rattle knocking my train of thoughts off course. "How're you doing Celsius?" Jewel peeked in.

"I'm better now I think." I responded rising out of the covers.

"Good to hear, I just wanted to note that you were well."

"Thank you, Jewel. I think I might manage."

"See you in the morning then, goodnight."

"Yeah, goodnight."

She closed the door where I was left to stare back up at the infinite of darkness. Can they really make it out alive? I huffed as I felt ashamed. Why can't I find it in me to believe in him? I'm his pokémon! He trusts in me, and what do I do in return? I worry about him, I don't believe in him, and I can't even find it in me to believe that he can survive the assessment.

"Celsius, I feel your disturbance from down the hall…" Jewel's voice echoed in the silence.

"Yeah, I bet you do, damn psychic," I groaned consciously.

"Let's discuss this through our telepathy then. I absolutely should not inform you about my past, but I feel that it's necessary to tell you," She sighed through our metal link, "I was almost just like you when I was younger. No one felt the will to assist my stability however. I worried consistently for M-4-"

"Bu-but how…how did you cope?" I pleaded mentally.

"I don't know Celsius. I'm assuming I just grew over the dangers even though it took a lot of time, and I never gave up because having a small sum of psychic energy I felt M-4's will to not lose hope just as an eevee. I guess I count myself lucky. It feels unusual when you feel that emotional connection with a young boy as a psychic type."

"How come you never told me this earlier? Some empathy you have…"

"Because I'm not supposed to mention my past to other assassins but like I said…as Jon's pokémon, I feel that I can trust you, your partner, and your trainer. I feel that energy." There was a long pause after she told me that. "Jose was the first assassin of the organization. He got recruited at the mere age of five just as a test subject where he got his name," Jewel communicated which had me appalled at how young he was, "I was given to him three days later after he and I learned about what this family was. At first I didn't care about his well being, I wanted to escape, until he as a child took me in and basically loved me like a pet while times seemed well. I was the only thing that made him happy during that time so I was fond of him too naturally because I went through the same treatment as Fahrenheit did but shorter in duration and only as an eevee. The Don constructed Mafia 14 based off what Jose could handle during training, and some of the methods he tried were brutal. When they were brainwashing him I was like you because I thought he was going to change into a bad person. I barely had hope and I didn't receive any contentment from anybody. As weeks went by I saw how mentally strong he was getting as I assisted his mental energy in learning how to resist corruption psychological torture so I grew hope. I supported him in all of his thoughts that were mature enough for me and gave him the strength to not give up on assignments we went on. You see, I assisted wherever possible to keep my trainer safe. Not many pokémon do that, especially in Mafia 14. I was immensely happy upon realizing that they can't make him into a dark person, hence why I'm an espeon. Because of the hope I had for him he is the foolish person that we all know…and even love."

"Good Arceus…What kind of things did he have to go through?"

"My point is that if you desperately want your Master to make it out intact then you must believe in him because that will give him the strength to come out alive. That's all you can do to assist him right now. It may seem useless, but trust me; he will feel that positive energy even though he's so far away. You don't have to be a psychic to do it."

I lied still thinking about everything she had said. Lips quivering under the weight of guilt, it was difficult to figure how to change myself. "I…I…damn it!" I caved in letting my held in tears flow through.

"You know even though I'm not his pokémon, right now I have full faith in Jon. He's stronger than any normal human being, and I may not be able to read his future like any normal psychic can but I know he'll come out alive." I listened in but still sobbed on the bed from being so ashamed of myself. "You need to stop doubting him and believe in your trainer… one day he will really need your support." She then cut off the mental communication.

(POV)

I packed up the last of the camping supplies as we were about to depart and find the other two recruits. I haven't heard anything about Alma yet from Command. I didn't know what to do do if I ever see her anyway. I mean, she has to die in order for me to succeed, but I can't just watch her die or get informed about how she was murdered. Who am I kidding I can't just say that she needs to die! That's really inhuman to kill a close friend; the only support I had during training! I…I just have to do something to prevent her death.

After shaking my draped head in disapproval of myself I rose up grabbing my kit. "Come on Fahrenheit, we're going now."

"Yes sir!" he declared after he was done with his bathroom business.

It was clear in the afternoon. The air was mildly warm from the protruding sun rays mixing with the humidity of the thick forest. Pokémon could be heard from all around as we trekked on. After two wasted hours of finding no one, we began getting impatient. I thought that if we laid a trap and stayed in position I could kill someone but the odds of someone springing it on this island is slim. I looked at my ENA even though I didn't hear any beeping coming from the device that indicated enemy presence. Once I glanced at it though Fahrenheit and I finally heard a clue of more assassins. Faint gunshots were echoing through the forest barely audible enough for Fahrenheit to hear. My fire type quickly led the way where eventually I began hearing the familiar rhythms of a battle going on. It sounded like a gun fight was forming as the explosions ran through the forest nonstop.

Once I notice the explosions growing louder I looked at my ENA and found two red dots upon zooming out as far as it could reach. Eventually we arrived at a tree line near the borders of a small valley where a low slope lead to a cliff that faced our position a hundred feet higher than the elevation I was standing on. The image was followed by a figure wearing nothing but black armor with blonde wavy hair crouched behind a thick log, Alma, where another bigger, black armored figure was opening fire on her, Keith. A short distance away was Keith's pokémon, a scizor, attacking Alma's pokémon, a swellow, where they were engaged in aerial combat.

"Fahrenheit, use a lethal Flame Wheel on that semi steel type to help out that swellow!" I quickly commanded.

Fahrenheit dashed at the fight with his whole body engulfed in flames. The quilava being less than half his opponents' size charged dead on about to collide with the scizor before somersaulting into a roll quickly rolling up hill at high speed still in flames. I watched him collide with the bug steel type while landing effective burns on his exoskeleton weakening the bug pokémon armor as the attack was super effective.

While Keith and Alma were momentarily surprised, I ran up behind Alma with my last grenade in hand. I pulled the pin and threw it towards Keith's location. He rolled out of the way in time before the grenade landed where he had stood as I took cover behind the log next to Alma taking out my M16.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Alma yelled but I saw she was smirking as she probably knew what my intentions were.

"What else does it look like? Let's end this prick!"

She nodded as she fired her M14A1 at him, my most favorite and effective rifle to use in my opinion. I also provided support by peeking out of cover and chipping away Keith's cover, being a thick tree, where I also landed a few hits on his armored limbs that stuck out with three round burst shots.

"Son of a- you damn cheaters!" I heard him scream out.

Laughing to myself I placed my back against the log preparing to reload. Once I pulled out a full magazine I spotted a green spherical looking object rolling slightly away from us.

"Duck and Cover!" I warned to Alma where I heard her cease fire as I crawled over to her cradling her head and upper body shielding her face as her arms shielded the back of my head and neck. This was not taught in training but we both knew how to sync our actions together to survive.

I anxiously waited for the pain I was about to receive growing queasy upon the possibility of Keith flanking us at the moment. Then as I predicted I felt a short-lived shockwave hit me instantly knocking me hard against the log where I lost Alma. Metal fragments painfully impacted my armor. Even really small, sharp fragments made it through and pierced my skin from the grenade blast. Lying on my side barely able to move from the sheer force that just hit me I got pummeled by dirt and debris as well as lost in smoke. And as all of this was happening I couldn't hear a thing as my ears got plugged from the total volume of the blast, and even though I probably couldn't hear my armor's warning I knew it was low and had to be regenerated. I snarled in pain not even able to hear myself curse out.

"Alma!"

"I'm fine!" I barely heard her call over as she was getting up from a fetal position followed by me as I finished loading my M16 after regaining most of my lost composure. "Shit, he's closing in! Cover me!"

Once the smoke diminished I saw her leave the log and run towards the closest tree spraying shots at Keith who was closer to our position than ever! I posted my rifle on the log then pulled the trigger but all I heard was a click. I rapidly began pulling the trigger with no results then cursed looking at my gun pulling out the magazine I just put in to see it was full of loaded cartridges so I quickly placed it back in the receiver but nothing shot out.

I quickly pressed in the assist plunger on the side of the receiver then began cocking back the handle behind the receiver to clear all the dirt that must've got in the chamber but as I cocked the gun no cartridges were jettisoned so it's critically jammed.

"Jon, I said cover me!" I heard Alma panic.

Nearly mentally collapsing under pressure I chucked the rifle away in anger knowing I won't have time to field strip and clean it so I took out the ACE 23 and fired shots at Keith who was just bombarding the tree Alma was at.

(POV)

"You're finally wearing a smile today I see," Jewel noticed.

I took a seat in one of the chairs of the auditorium. "After doing a lot of thinking last night after our talk, I know I must believe in my master and friend in order for them to survive. From all the smart decisions they've done so far they'll make it," I smiled.

"So you finally found some faith. That's good to hear."

"Yeah, I figured that you're right. Jon and Fahrenheit both need me right now and the best and only way to help is to believe in them."

"Good because right now they're in a firefight. You mentioned they've been applying reasonable decisions, which is true, up until now where Jon had a perfect double instant kill to Alma and Keith at a distance which would've ended this by now. However his feelings must've taken him. They're both assisting Alma and her pokémon. This could very well be the turning point for him."

Once I saw Rayn and Fahrenheit helping Alma out, I didn't close my eyes nor turn away. "Don't say that. Whatever decision Master makes is the right decision." I do believe in Rayn and I know that he will make it out alive.

(POV)

Upon evading the scizor's attacks before knocking him back with a Swift Attack I quickly jolted back next to Swellow getting back in a fighting stance recovering after that long attack I just made.

"Thank you for backing us up Fahrenheit, it's been good training with you," she relayed.

"No problem, it's my master's decision after all," I panted to Swellow, "Let's finishes him off now that his exoskeleton has been melted through before he recovers!"

"Roger that, going for another attack run. Cover me!" Swellow called out upon take off letting her reach a high altitude.

I saw the scizor get up then hover but I sprinted to him getting a hold of his leg in my maw before he could give chase.

"I'm going to make sure you fuckers suffer an extended death!" my enemy threatened as I held a firm grip on him.

(POV)

After letting Alma creep up to him I ran from the log spraying at Keith getting closer to him. Alma distracted him as I made my final leg to his position. Keith spotted me only a few feet away from his side as he charged me ignoring Alma's accurate shots. Springing his arms for me, I held my arms up to counter but then got deceived as he retracted his arms back to have enough energy to swing a leg at my lower body landing an effective kick to my thigh where I was stunned briefly. He made a wide swing punch at my face where I successfully caught him before throwing him backwards thanks to the momentum he gave in his twist, but he impressively rolled from his fall getting back on his feet.

We then began a close combat fight as we exchanged hands and feet to each other then he pulled out a combat knife causing me to pull out a machete. Keith was always the only fighter that could beat me in combat however. I grabbed his leg as he had just roundhouse kicked, and then I used my outside foot to hit him in the stomach. He coughed up and was about to fall over but he swiftly rebuilt his posture. Keith is highly favored by the assassins because he is the only person they have ever met to not feel pain no matter how bad the infliction seems. He then threw his knife at me but the tip had hit the ground in front of me. Unfortunately his knife throw was just a distraction as he shunt kicked me far back against a thick tree trunk where I tripped and fell into a small crater.

Upon regaining my energy I gazed around to see where I was at and found I was just in the entangles of the thick roots of the tree, but I also found a rectangular object under where the roots united on the tree. I quickly reached for the giant, green rectangle and pulled it out from the roots. I gazed at it completely appalled from what I just found.

Getting up I saw Keith charging about to jump in the crater but instead I used the weapon I just found to trip him and have him roll down the small hill the tree was planted on.

I got out of the crater as he was shaking off the dizziness he was in. I then clipped the latches open on both ends of the weapon placing my chest on one of the latches letting it be used as a butt plate while the back of the rectangle rested on my shoulder. "Hey, asshole!" Keith turned towards me. "Here's your Hell on Earth!" I insulted before pulling the trigger which resulted in a rocket bolting towards his position. I saw him quickly pull something off his vest and throw on the ground right before the missile impacted the dirt in front of his previous position. The rocket exploded releasing a flaming, viscous solution which rained over a wide area around the spot it blew up covering whatever it touched in immortal flames.

"Thanks for warning me before you shot, dumb shit," Keith called out a distance away from the crater of lava.

I stood motionless letting my rocket launcher hang down upon seeing him still alive and unharmed. How the fuck did he evade an incendiary missile hit from the M202 FLASH? The solution should've melted his armor and him! I looked towards the blast residue finding a small cylindrical piece of metal twisting within the fire, and upon quick, closer inspection I identified it as either a stun or flash grenade.

"Clever, using the blast of a grenade to deflect the solution away from your position as you dive…" I spoke merely to myself still stunned by his quick decision. Honestly, it intimidated me that he could process an escape that quickly. "Whatever, I still have three more missiles left in this launcher to fire!" I shouted at his location.

I heaved the launcher back up but not noticing I took too long being in a state of disbelief from all of the events collapsing on me at once. He fired his AK-74 Carbine towards me nearly chipping my head off! I ducked back in the small crater next to the tree I fell in. I peeked out firing my assault rifle at him but had to reload upon the first several shots I fired. I heard him whistle which was when I looked up to see his scizor fly overhead. Once I cocked my ACE I got out of the crater, but now his scizor was poised directly in front of Keith!

"I know your weakness, little kid," he smirked.

Damn it, he's right, I can't kill a pokémon. I backed away from the scizor as the pokémon kept approaching me. If someone has to do it, it has to be Celsius, Fahrenheit, or any other pokémon I'll have as long as I don't directly inflict the murder.

"Coward, using a pokémon shield!" I taunted.

"Best technique ever! Steel types don't get harmed by bullets as badly as all other types," he laughed.

Not a moment after his taunt Fahrenheit appeared in a flash as he rolled in with a Flame Wheel ramming the scizor against a nearby tree. Scizor quickly recovered though and dove in behind Keith.

"That's my last Flame Wheel I can use sir, I'm out of power for that attack!" Fahrenheit informed me as he got next to me.

Scizor began carrying Keith off the ground, but before they took off Alma's Swellow swooped in with a wing attack, knocking Keith off as he fell 15 feet while stunning her foe mid-air. Scizor then pursued the Swellow but having a better speed advantage she out flew him, but scizor had better maneuverability being a bug type.

"Jon, what are you waiting for? Swellow can't take any more hits! Use the FLASH on that bug!" Alma suggested yelling from her position nearby.

I stared at her for suggesting that bizarre idea, but then gave a second thought bringing the rocket launcher back onto my shoulder. "I…I…" I had a clear shot for the scizor while he was distracted but I just couldn't launch the missiles at him!

Swellow hurt badly had flown in too slow for an effective attack as she slammed into the scizor who had caught her as her head drilled against his body. "Quick!" Alma called out holding out her arms in frustration. Interpreting that she couldn't take her partner dying on her I threw the M202 at her literally releasing a huge weight off my shoulders now that I wouldn't have to get my hands dirtied by pokémon blood. She barely caught the large weapon before lifting it up on her shoulders. "Get clear, Swellow!"

Alma pulled the second trigger of the launcher which resulted in the rest of the three missiles launching simultaneously out of the chambers of the launcher. Smoke enveloped our area as all missiles trailed up towards the scizor in a sloppy, but sure formation. Swellow facing our position saw the missiles coming where she quickly clawed at scizor with her talons and was able to get away as I commanded Fahrenheit to use Smoke Screen so Keith wouldn't be able to ambush us. I quickly made my way through the pyroclastic field of black cinders and ash heading towards Keith's location where he had fallen.

As I ran I heard Alma scream like she was in full fear of seeing a ghost type. Running clear from the smoke I looked towards where she stared to see a stomach turning sight. Scizor was using his clamps to forcefully tear Swellow's wings off! Shit, the missiles must've missed him as I still saw a dissipating stream of smoke nearby him trailing upward. Quickly Alma tried to reload her M14 but I saw her panicked, fearful expression where she dropped the magazine clip on the ground. Having a bone crushing grip on her wings Swellow elicited a shrill cry as the bones were being forced out of their sockets slowly ripping tendons away! I started trembling knowing how helpless I felt. Caught in opposing forces of killing scizor to save Swellow or leaving scizor to rip her apart was ripping at my mind that I almost screamed in frustration. I couldn't decide what to do in time. The flesh finally tore open causing both wings to be yanked off at the same time, shooting blood, feathers, and gore out a far distance causing a horrific red mist cloud in front of the scizor. The body fell to the ground as scizor seemed to have laughed sadistically where he then pointed at Fahrenheit before communicating with him.

"Arceus… shit, Swellow! No, no, no, no… fuck!" Fahrenheit screamed losing his footing.

"Fahrenheit, disengage and regroup!" I ordered pulling out both of my TMP SMG's, now searching for Keith harder than ever with a higher blood lust. My frustration makes me want to rip Keith's arms off with my bear hands!

I ran through the smoke knowing these bullets were ready to tear Keith apart. Not a long moment after the brutal scene, I spotted Keith still within the Smoke Screen but on his hands and knees choking. Smiling proudly I made my way up to him where I brought my foot up to his side forcefully knocking him on his back where he coughed harder unable to breathe.

"You seriously need to die," I told him unsheathing a machete as he was on the ground now looking hopeless; a sight I won't soon forget.

However, before I could even pull the blade out his partner swooped in through the smoke where I only saw his clamp for a second before getting knocked in the head by it. I felt my feet leave the ground as I was hit with enough force to shock me as I flew back a couple yards struggling to regain my full composure since I was in a lot of pain. I couldn't move for what felt like several minutes but may have been half a minute.

"He killed him. He killed Swellow my partner!" Alma was in front of me as I was still on the ground where I saw her tear stricken, but from her tone she desired a satisfying vengeance.

"What happened?" I barely spoke still winded from the blow to my face from a giant clamp, "Where's Keith?"

Alma pulled me up to my feet. "His bastard pokémon carried him to the cliff. It's too steep to climb the precipice but if we go uphill instead then I can shove my shotgun barrel up his ass giving him the first and last ride of his life," Alma chuckled almost insanely.

"Affirmative, this has gone on long enough-"

Alma had charged directly into the clearing where the slope was at before I could finish my battle plan. Fahrenheit and I quickly followed as she took point but before we formed up my eye caught the familiar crimson colored liquid splattering out of a point on Alma's back armor. That's when I noticed the deafening echo from a gunshot. Knowing Alma's armor wasn't fully regenerated and now seeing blood originate from her body seemed to have frozen time as I knew it. She got kicked back from the blow of the projectile falling on her back grasping her wound over her lower torso.

Oh Arceus no…she's hit, she's fucking hit! The addition of anxiousness and doubt got piled on to my already adrenaline rushed heart as I made my way to her body.

"Alma! Hang in there!" I dragged her body back through the tree line and into cover. As I did this I felt a hit to my side so hard it lifted me off my feet where I caught myself from falling completely. Luckily the round didn't penetrate, but that's definitely a sniper rifle bullet; a very powerful one. Alma reached over for my hand clenching it tight as she raised her head weakly. No…please tell me her wound is not fatal!

"Thank you…so much for assisting me," she grunted before continuing, "All of these months."

"Hold still I'm-"

"Don't… don't do it. Don't patch me up… It's up to you now."

"No, you're going to live! Arceus damn it, I'm sorry I should've shot that pokémon while I had the chance, I fucking knew it!" I cried over her being unprepared for her death.

"It's not your fault. I know you're different from anyone else here, you're good. Only one of us can do it, and now that I'm injured I can't go on completing the goal," she struggled.

"Alma, don't! It was your goal- our duty…" I began sobbing. Gunshots still rang out but they never reached us.

"I have… grown a… liking to… you…"

"No, please…"I cried harder onto her hand as her grip grew weak, "Open your eyes, you like, like me! Then stay with me, please! You're just exhausted from the fight…please stay with me…" I now sobbed losing my mind knowing I was slowly but surely retrogressing into a child; I couldn't believe what was happening. The battle was changing how I was thinking! "Fuck! Don't think like this," I spoke quietly. My aura vision returned without warning showing Alma's aura being faint but still enough to support life a little longer. My aura powers went away once the realization came to me.

I heard a bullet wiz by before impacting the ground behind us. "She's still alive, but barely," Fahrenheit muttered in a tone barely audible. "Should we heal her?"

After processing her last seven words from her dying breath, I hugged her tight one last time. Never been told something like that in my life before I didn't know what to think of it being in the worst time. Her eyes were still slightly open enough to see me. "Good bye, Alma. I should've paid more attention to you when I had the time." She smiled as I set her down on the grass.

"Sir…" Fahrenheit was also feeling my pain as he was sniffling and on the verge of crying. "Swellow…Celsius…" I heard Fahrenheit mumble with his head down almost in tears.

"Engage the enemy, switch our tactics, it's time to kill. Not just for our goals but hers too! Now come on!" I commanded before sprinting towards the hill and moving up the slope with Fahrenheit at my side. Now I'm the only one who can kill the Don; avenging both my family and Alma's.

"Keith assassinated Alma!" Command updated.

(POV)

"It's just Jon and Keith now!" Jewel yelled nearly excitedly which had me shocked for a moment, "Poor Jon and Fahrenheit though."

I began tightly gripping the arm rest of the chair I was sitting in. Rayn is getting pissed about Alma's death, and she did like him. "Only one more to go Rayn."

"Hey M-4, if I was him I would've kissed her goodbye before leaving. Shiiii-et, she left her hanging this whole time and still- at least he should've kissed her you know," M-60 told M-4, "Lucky S-O-B."

"Oh nice, yeah, you tell that to Jon so he can shoot your dick off," he joked, "Not that lucky either, more like fucked in the head by what she said…"

"Man, I'm just saying, shit… That was a perfect, juicy ass opportunity."

"Besides he's a kid, his balls haven't dropped all the way yet so he don't know what to even do with a wet pussy," M-4 smiled.

"Man I found out what to do and how to do girls before I was even five and then when I found out how useful the fucking internet is. Eat that pussy, suck that clit, toss that salad, ugh yeah. Hell yeah!"

"M-60, you're more fucking hornier than an arcanine right now, shit!" he joked.

(POV)

I ran down the tree line as Keith still kept on trying to shoot me. I shot back at him with my automatic and used the trees ahead for cover to buy us some time to get around the cliff. As I sprinted I noticed that I was running much faster than I could've ever imagined with what felt like almost an infinite supply of stamina. I didn't feel any muscles of oxygen fatigue at all during the uphill climb! Not even Fahrenheit could keep up with me most of the run as I turned my head back seeing my feet were enshrouded by blue, white, and black flames of aura giving me enough speed to land myself gold medals in the Olympics! I could only keep a pissed expression as I closed in on Keith ready to deliver the final blow.

Once we leveled off with Keith in sight as he still attempted to shoot at me, where Fahrenheit and amazingly I evaded his shots, I drew out a combat machete from my sleeve pocket and waited for myself to get in range.

"Fahrenheit, kill the scizor. I'll handle his trainer."

"What! Are you fucking crazy! Without Swellow's help I won't stand a chance!"

"You can take him. Don't you ever lose confidence Fahrenheit like that again!" Keith was still trying to shoot at us with his anti-material sniper rifle; the distance was closing in between us which caused him to have trouble. "Keep your back flared up so you have the upper hand!"

"Y-yes sir." We broke formation as he charged with flames expanded at scizor who was hovering next to Keith.

Once I was close enough, I threw the machete at my rival while he was trying to switch weapons. The blade swung midair before successfully digging in cleanly through his armor piercing his right shoulder; another weakness of the armor along with high temperatures is thin, long, sharp objects. He grunted forcing his other weapon, a Spectre M4 SMG, out of his hand where it fell down the cliff.

I used this opportunity to close the gap between us by jumping up, crouching mid air, and then extending my right foot out while mid flight to make a jaw breaking kick to his face. He flew back a good few feet away but then immediately got back up probably not feeling stunned. I stood and watched him attempt to yank out the machete from his shoulder. For a fraction of a second the frustration I felt had been replaced with utter fear and intimidation. He grunted and huffed as he slowly drew the widening blade out where I could've taken the shot but I was way into being shocked and even frightened from him doing this without a single yell of pain, but I kept an emotionless glance not wanting to show anymore weakness. He finally yanked what was left of the blade out spraying blood halfway through the ranged distance between us.

That's when I pulled out my SMG's as I approached him not wanting to make this harder on me in the future but at the same time be the first to actually hurt him. He picked up his sniper rifle that fell next to him as well as behind some shrubbery revealing a big, notoriously dangerous gun: the Barrett M-82A3. I kept on closing the distance between but was ready to pull the trigger on him if he tried to point that giant rifle at me. Instead, he placed the enormous four and a half foot long rifle behind his back as I finally stopped approaching him being twenty yards away from his position. I could hear battle cries from behind as scizor and Fahrenheit were still engaged in combat.

"I know that I'm the only one that can defeat you in a fight, so let's make this fair, little kid," he spoke as he removed his suit before disconnecting his armored plates from his torso and sleeves only leaving his tank top on. I lowered my guns being curious about where he was getting at. He then put his smart shirt back on. "Let's have a showdown just like in the old Wild West times." He then lifted his suit over his holstered Glock 34's as he got his feet shoulder length apart crouching halfway. I flinched pointing my guns at him but he only pulled one pistol out backwards. "Relax, and catch." He threw the pistol towards me where it fell in front of me not even bothering to catch the weapon. I knelt down keeping a careful eye on him before picking up the G34.

"I should kill you slow right now for taking this so damn seriously," I replied but proceeded to undress removing all of my upper body armor as I wanted to be civil and not inflict an unfair overkill. I discarded the TMP's and only had the Glock in my right holster as I got in a similar stance facing him from a short distance. We each placed our hands only a few inches away from the grip of the fire arms. I remember the only time there was a draw like this was during training sessions and it was done with only air soft guns and just for fun after a training session.

I flexed my fingers and loosened them as I tried to intimidate Keith by glaring at him. He smirked as he took less than a second to look at the pokémon battle unfolding behind me. I waited for the right time to strike. I either go first or wait for him to go. The only sounds were clanking from scizor's Metal Claw to the ground and explosions as flames surged behind me. We both waited for one to strike. Anxious almost a minute has passed with no movement from either of us.

"Hmph, you're too young to die," he smirked getting me tense.

Finally, in a split second, Keith forced his hand to his pistol grip. It looked like everything went in slow motion, literally every piece of movement slowed to an extent through my view as my vision had changed seeing the aura again! I drew out the pistol he tossed and raised it to his body level, but I saw through him as I literally read his thoughts that he was planning on shooting at me in the foot going up and ending at my head. I didn't have enough time to respond as all I could do was roll to the side before I saw the soil my foot was over cratered by a bullet in slow frames through my eyes as my dive to the side was slow and precise to me.

I took advantage of the slowed time frames by taking aim, noticing my movements were significantly slow but sure, and blasting my pistol at him while in the middle of my roll. His red and white figure was upside down as I saw the outline of the fiery flashes at the air at the end of my muzzle expand in ripples followed by the bullets rocketing with extreme velocity. He fired as well, seeing most of the bullets fly past me missing. Though this new power could only last for so long as without warning my vision stopped and everything returned to normal as I was on my side about to come out of the roll. His last shot impacted my chest and my last fired shot landed his left arm. Due to the confusion of the speed of all movement quickening and the sharp pain that travelled throughout my chest I couldn't complete my roll out smoothly. Added to the pain searing around my rib cage I landed on my side feeling my legs hit the ground hard at the wrong angles against the ground before grasping my chest trying to lower the pain. I then lost control of my body as my aura returned without warning where I saw the bullet inside my body had punctured my lung like an X-ray chart.

As I marveled over the image of my injuries my sight began fading slowly darkening before I was completely blind from all light sources. Then my vision returned but disappeared again as I was fighting blind! I lost control of all my body movement as well not being able to see only feeling numb! After several seconds my vision returned back to normal where I quickly resumed my fighting stance only to be instantly hit by the huge butt of an M82 that knocked me into a barrel roll mid air. I got a short glance of him doing an under hand swing with the same rifle where I was hit on my rib cage knocking me to the ground. Winded trying to get off from being on my back I stared up seeing the insides of a wide rifled barrel which quickly sent chills down my spine as I was overcome with hesitance. He had the end of the barrel only a few inched from my face as he smiled, but thanks to the size of the gun making him stand back a good distance I kicked him in the ankle with my right foot before adding another side kick to the right with my left foot to the barrel knocking the aim to my right where I used the momentum to roll up to the right side hoping to shorten the distance between us. He pulled the trigger instantly after the second kick cratering the ground just mere millimeters away from the side of my head with an earsplitting shot. I finished the spin by getting on my hands before landing on my feet now facing him as I tried to show I was no pushover. I grabbed the barrel of the rifle as he pivoted towards me making him pull back in instinctive response. His balance off, I followed his fall closing the distance between us as I knocked the rifle out of the way by reaching over and nudging his knuckles with one hand while hitting the receiver of the gun upward with the other. Then I kneed the side of his thigh barely stunning him which I followed up by an elbow to his face. The counter attack, taught by Lucario, caused his grip to release the gun where it flew back landing directly into my palms. Unfortunately due to its magnificent size, I made it fly to where it landed in my hands backwards.

(POV)

Knowing Rayn has everything under control, I watched the battle between Fahrenheit and the scizor that was being monitored by a different camera. Fahrenheit was having a tough time weaving out of scizor's clamps, but he would counter by shooting Ember if he got too close. Scizor's clamps were showing signs of melting and dulling since the clamps are part metal but being at a high level demanded more attacks and heat to melt his armored skeleton.

"Come on Fahrenheit, burn his ass! You could win. I know you can!" I crossed my claws as I prayed for Fahrenheit's victory.

"Oh no!" the frightful broadcast from Jewel broke me out of my cheering.

I looked at the screen to see Fahrenheit being held by his muzzle high in the air by one of scizor's clamps! "No- come on Fahrenheit!" I yelled with heart fueled volume startling Jewel next to me.

Scizor had cocked his free clamp back. I gasped as he forcibly ran the sharp tip of his clamp up Fahrenheit's side knocking him out of his grip. Blood flying out of Fahrenheit's gash was evidence that he was heavily wounded where I watched motionless and in shock seeing a comrade go down in such a way. All I could do was watch his limp body dive to the ground after being knocked high into the air. I was at the brink of collapsing into hopeless sobs knowing that could be fatal. I got up and walked out of the room not wanting to see what other damage could be done.

"Where are you going? You have to stay and hope that Fahrenheit stays alive and Jonathan wins." Jewel asked.

"I can't, I just can't watch this anymore!" I cried. I left the auditorium to gaze out the large window panel facing the island. Seeing a being I care for get injured so violently like that as I can only sit and watch tore at my emotions as I stared towards the island hoping for the best.

(POV)

Before I could back up and manipulate the gun, I heard a shrill cry that sounded like Fahrenheit's calling. I instinctively turned my head to see Fahrenheit's body flying towards me. He landed behind me where I saw the horrific slash running through the length of his entire. His fur was matted in blood and other deep cuts were seen but this wound was appalling. He turned to face me and tried to speak but he looked like he had trouble breathing. I was frozen the whole time and without thinking, I rushed to Fahrenheit's aid.

However, before I could turn around completely, a searing, sudden pain in my lower torso stopped all of my actions. I grunted in pain then looked down my stomach to see the handle of a combat knife sticking out of the area of what should be the kidney. Keith was in front of me showing me a sadistic grin where all I could do was gasp in pain as he mentally taunted me. He spun around me trying to grab his rifle and pressed on the knife at the same time. I saw his scizor fly overhead feeling him land behind me, his clamps colored in red darker than his exoskeleton.

"I won, buddy," Keith concluded.

I bent over trying to reach for the knife, but then I felt a similar pain through my back. Keith had used his other knife to stab my other vital organ. My vision was reddening as the foreign feeling of warm liquid flowing up my throat became apparent. I coughed up and felt limp and almost numb to motor control. I fell forward still with the sniper rifle entangles in my grasp where I felt my finger push against a button. Then in a slit second I flew forward unwillingly landing on my stomach. That's when I slowly looked down to see my finger was on the trigger of the gun. Using the little energy I had left to roll over about to pull out my pistol, I was instead greeted to a perfect view of a mutilated Keith. He must've placed himself in front of my gun as he stabbed my back. The .50 caliber BMG bullet tore through him with such force that it severed his whole body in half by the waist line since he had no armor on to protect him. I found his face was still making movement followed by his arms as he pointlessly tried to prop himself up only to fall back down once he felt the flowing pain I just delivered him. Trying to feel around the area where his legs should be but only dipping his fingers in blood and a mess of intestines he raised his head back now wailing loudly towards the sky in what I knew was a scream in sheer pain now that realization hit him fiercely; just what he deserves.

Unfortunately, I looked next to him to see his pokémon in the same state. That's when I noticed that I had killed a pokémon for the first time! Damn it, I had vowed to myself that I would never harm a pokémon with my hands! I was so shocked by what I had done that I actually cried from the shame and pain by hurting a pokémon that was manipulated by an enemy. The screams from my fallen rival silenced now, at my waist I saw that Fahrenheit had crawled next to me. He wore a heavily exhausted, painful expression as his maw was halfway open exposing his dirtied canines. He wheezed struggling to take in air as he desperately tried to stay with me.

"It… l-looks like… I can't get out alive," he wheezed, "Looks… like… I failed you…"

I couldn't speak as blood kept running out of my mouth. All I could do for a response was shake my head and crawl to him reaching out and cradling him within my arms. I can't believe Fahrenheit is dying, can't believe I failed my goal! Celsius… I cried on top of Fahrenheit as I might have also failed my partners, but I looked up to see the familiar green colored haze dancing on my arms where it almost appeared to be flowing directly through Fahrenheit's fur. Aura… the aura can save him! The green forms were circulating through my arms as it was flowing into him and around my whole body. His wheezing stopped as his breathing was slightly improving but not enough for him to become stable, but for me I still felt very weak. Knowing that I might die I pulled Fahrenheit in as close as our space permitted holding him until my body gave way.

(POV)

I dug my face into my arm that rested on the window pane soaking my feathers in tears. Fahrenheit is in danger and it could be the last time I see him again... I was startled by the auditorium doors slamming open. Livius ran out the door and gave commands to the few elites that followed him.

"Load the stretcher on the chopper! You, get some AB type blood in the cooler and get everyone in the medical faculty that are onboard ready! Tell the pilots to get to that island now; coming from explicit, direct orders from the Don himself!" He and a few grunts ran with him down the hallway as he gave various commands. All of those commands packed more tension onto me as it sounded like there was a medical emergency. I turned and paced around hoping that it didn't involve Rayn. Jewel walked out of the auditorium with a horrified expression.

"What's going on!" I panicked.

Her head was hung low before she raised it and said, "Jon and Fahrenheit have won but are both in grave danger."

Without thinking, I followed Livius and the other grunts to the helicopter on the landing pad of the yacht. Once I got to the pad, the rotor blades were already spinning on the medic helicopter and Livius was on board with nurses and doctors. I was about to run up to the helicopter but two grunts grabbed me and pulled me back inside the ship. The chopper then began hovering in the air before taking off towards the direction of the island.

"No, let me go, I want to be by Master's side!" I sobbed keeping my view fixated on the retreating helicopter as it went straight for the island.

(POV)

The flowing aura kept Fahrenheit at the same state. It didn't look like he was improving but he wasn't getting worse at the same time. I however felt as though I was getting worse. The pool of blood reached my face and I began to slowly blackout. I felt a strong down draft and resonance on the ground as I heard something in the distance thumping but that was barely audible since I was losing all of my senses slowly. Next thing I knew was that Livius got in front of me. I felt myself being lifted then restrained on a board where I just let my eyes close. I knew I was still alive because I felt something sting the back of my elbow and wrists knowing I was being pierced by medical tools. I opened my eyes a little to see Fahrenheit being carried away by another stretcher. I then felt an odd sensation of all of my energy concentrating directly into me as the aura was circulating through my veins at a more concentrated level. I then lost all consciousness.

(POV)

"Quick, get both of them connected and inside the chopper," I commanded.

Jonathan's body was glowing blue and green as he was transitioning into the reserve state that aura guardians have as an autonomic defense mechanism to stop temporary death. His life energy is keeping both him and his pokémon alive right now.

"Why is he glowing?" a paramedic asked.

"He has aura, something you didn't learn in medic school."

I ran next to the stretcher that carried Jonathan as the paramedics placed it inside the chopper. I got inside and slid the door shut as we ascended. Paramedics hooked both of them up to the monitors and breathing tubes. I looked at Jonathan's monitor and his pulse was set at a constant, life-threatening fast rhythm.

"Patient is showing signs of VT!" a doctor announced.

"Ready the Defibrillator now! We can't lose this assassin."

I watched the paramedics place the shock pads around his chest at the appropriate spots to steady his heart rate before he can slip into cardiac arrest or worst. After the first pump of electricity into his chest he didn't stabilize but instead flat lined.

"Add a dose of atropine into the IV," the doctor told the nurses, "Livius it is very unlikely that he can survive! He's lost too much blood."

"Use the defibrillator on him again," I ordered ignoring his comment.

"But sir, that's impossible. His wounds are too f-"

"I am very familiar with what can save him a lot more than you practitioners! Do it!"

The paramedics were preparing to revive him as another nurse hooked up additional blood packets into the IV's. I then checked on his pokémon. If I'm right, I saw that Jonathan was feeding him aura to keep him alive, but aura can't heal others if they're dying. It can only buy the body time for medical help. I looked at his wounds which were being treated.

"Livius Sir, we'll most likely have to euthanize this quilava. His injuries are too complicated."

"What was that? So are you going to euthanize this here assassin too? Talk like that and I'll report you to my uncle for referring to pokémon being lower than humans! There's no such thing as a Mew damned complicated injury! Fix it! If you can repair a similar wound on a boy, then you can do the same to his pokémon."

Jonathan was brought back as I had thought and the paramedics were concentrating hard to keep him that way.

The helicopter hovered over the pad at this time. I slid the door open after touchdown and helped get the two stretchers out. We ran through the hallways clearing everybody out of the way as we got him into the yacht's E.R. stations. We hooked everything back up again to the two stretchers as I stood back to let the doctors and nurses heal him giving necessary commands when needed. Jonathan and Fahrenheit should live since Jonathan has the power of aura. There can't be a chance that they can die since we arrived in time!

(POV)

I ran to the E.R. to search for Rayn and Fahrenheit. I found them in a room being treated by numerous nurses and doctors. Looking through the window to see their conditions, Fahrenheit seemed stable, but Rayn's monitor was red alerting the room about his state. The number showing his pulse rate jumped from 60 to 140 and then to 30 within ten seconds! His body began convulsing putting me at my limits. I was about to cry out when I saw his monitor show a flat line. Livius gave them numerous commands. A doctor then shocked him with the pads twice and his pulse was back, but it flat lined again shortly!

"Revive him again!"

"Sir, face it he's gone! He's lost too much blood. This is not a movie, it's impossible to bring a person back to life with just defibrillators!" a doctor yelled.

Livius ran up to him and tugged his suit by the collar. "He still has a fucking chance. Trust me and revive him!"

He shoved the doctor back where he just glared at Livius. "Clear!" The doctor tried to shock him back to life. He succeeded but it doesn't look like he would last.

I lost control of myself as I sobbed at the window. "Master!" I don't know what I'll do if he dies. His monitor flat lined again, but it went back up to 60 pulse rate on his own this time. I saw Jewel run inside with M-4 at her side where stood in front of Master's bed.

"Alright Jewel, bring his ass back. Wish him back," M-4 commanded.

Jewel's body began glowing green as small fragments flew above her and Rayn like small shooting stars. Rayn's began glowing green as time passed. Then the monitor's color went to green reading normal at 60 bpm showing her move had worked a miracle. The doctors fed blood and other medicine into the IV's as some of the nurses stood there looking astonished as well as me.

"That's right, she can bring back the dead," M-4 mouthed as Jewel shook her head from her masters' attitude.

Of course Livius could only stand and scowl at his manner, "M-4, shut up and-"

Everyone jolted out of the short felt relief however once Fahrenheit started convulsing just like Master did a moment ago before everyone's eyes!

"I thought I told you to keep him stable!" Livius yelled at a nurse.

"He's bleeding internally! We can't get the blood loss to stop fast enough!"

"Jewel, how much power do you have left in that Wish?" M-4 asked before he nodded, "That should be enough. Use it on Fahrenheit quick before he's fucked! Wish the bleeding to stop," M-4 ordered.

Jewel jumped up on top of Fahrenheit's bed then lied on top of him. "Stand back this is going to be difficult!" she ordered psychically for all the people present to understand. Her body glowed green as miniature shooting stars appeared above her some impacting on Fahrenheit which was effective enough to not only stabilize his body but cause him to awaken moments after she finished the move which had me greatly relieved.

"Jewel," he gasped! "Oh… Am I in Heaven?" I heard Fahrenheit chuckle weakly while being brave enough to extend his forearms out to embrace Jewel by her nape and back causing me to growl at him through the window for the hug he just gave out of place in the situation before I shook my head nearly questioning myself. Jewel blushed from noticing the tight awkward position they were in from the beginning of her reviving him. Jewel was directly straddling Fahrenheit as they faced each other with her paws at his sides. Then Fahrenheit nuzzled Jewel which shocked both me and her ever more. "Thank you," he spoke before passing out.

"Y…you're welcome… little quilava…"

"Eh, What a cutesy scene," M-4 snickered sarcastically before demanding, "Let's go Jewel."

"Ah, the miracle of natural pokémon courting concluding the end of the near death of two soldiers; what an interesting assessment this year was," Livius commented while leaving the doctors.

Jewel, M-4, and Livius walked out of the room. I then ran up to her grabbing her by the shoulders from being overwhelmed with questions. "Are they going to be alright? Can I see them again?"

"Y-yeah, they're going to be fine…" she spoke almost lost in thought but before facing me with her serious signature eye contact, "Both are in stable condition. My Wish had stopped their comparatively major complications."

"But was it really necessary to lie on top of Fahrenheit like you were gonna... I mean I didn't see you do that to R-Jon!" I interrogated wanting an answer so badly I nearly spoke Master's real name!

"Yes, because Fahrenheit was in a worse state than Jonathan was since the doctors focused more on him. Your master is going to have his name changed soon now, he passed." She sighed before leaning her side against a wall, "Too bad his little pokémon didn't nuzzle me intentionally, he just did it because he was still dazed," she sighed almost dreamily as I slumped against the same wall ignoring her now letting the atmosphere of relief hit me.

While I was still recovering from all of the stress, Livius walked out of the E.R. after speaking to some of the doctors. "Your trainer seems to have rare powers unlike any other person I've met and I can sense it," he spoke to me. "I know it's not natural, but I want to train him in the arts of aura manipulation very soon, and you and his other pokémon can get involved. It will strengthen your relationship with him significantly." I nodded knowing its true. I thought about the future where Rayn would learn the skills as Livius proceeded down the hall.

To Be Continued

That's it for now. I hope you all enjoyed reading. And sorry for all of the confusion during your reads from all the POV changes without notification. I guess fanfiction's system couldn't read the asterisks.