Authors Note: So, after my failure to deliver my chapter last time, I will reduce my aim of making massive chapters. I will now make 2000-5000 words in a document and release them once a month, instead 10000 words every YEAR. New characters introduced in this chapter, and old ones removed. Watch out for it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. If I did, then it wouldn't be such a kids show. M rating all the way.

Benstudios: Jeez, I didn't expect all the writer's block, school work, work and laziness to put me so far behind schedule.
Dace: No excuses fool.
Benstudios: Oh god. Please don't kill me. I'm so sorry.
*Gets down on his knees and prays*
Dace: NO MERCY FOR THE WEAK!
*Benstudios stops praying, gets up, and runs for his life.* Chris*Walks in sipping Mountain Dew*: How long do you think it will be 'till he figures out you were kidding?
*Chris sips from the cup*
Dace: Hard to say. Last time he ran for a mile and a half before he stopped.
Jake-Wa *From no-where*: I heard one time he ran for 48 miles and a total of 8 hours.
Chris*Reels*: GAH! Where'd you come from?
Jake-Wa: I have teleporting powers.
Chris*Staring at Jake like he's a freak*: Ok then...um...let's continue...

Charlotte's POV

My foot throbbed with intense pain, I probably wouldn't be able to walk properly for weeks and I had just had to miss out on a party, the first I had been to in a long time, but I only felt lucky and happy. This was probably because Dace had carried me out of the club bridal style. Actually no, that was definitely why I was happy.

I felt kind of embarrassed about being seen by those two humans while Dace and I had been entangled after I 'accidentally' fell over backwards onto the medical gurney. I honestly did have feelings for Dace, I truly, truly did. It wasn't something that had developed this evening. I'd had them for a while, probably since I'd visited his room back in Mewtwo's building.

As Dace carried me down the streets towards the bridge, I slipped my arms around his neck. He didn't react, and I was sort of glad because I didn't want to let go, even if he'd told me to. I looked up at him, and I felt sort giddy that he was blushing a lot. He was staring straight ahead, so I had time to look at all the white marks on his skin. You couldn't see them very well from far away, but Dace's skin was a mess of scars around his torso, back, arms and shoulders. I looked at the scar he had on his cheek. It looked like a small 'x' had been outlined on it. Each of these scars had a story, some sharing the story with others, but all of them hinting at a bleak past.

As Dace passed a small alley, hands reached out.

Dace looked to his right, saw what was reaching for him, and ducked low before doing a roll. He made sure I didn't touch the ground as he did this and I had a weird moment of vertigo before we came to rest against a brick wall. He propped me up against it, and turned around to face his attackers.

I heard a gunshot, and Dace's uninjured arm leapt in front of him. There was a high pitched squealing sound, and the two halves of the bullet landed on either side of me. Another loud shot rang out, and I saw the thing impact on Dace's coat. He shuddered and then simply vanished. Looking in the direction of the gunshot, I saw Dace materialise behind the man and bifurcate him.

I learned later that he hadn't used teleport. Dace was just so fast he could move without anyone seeing him. He appeared back in front of me, catching another bullet with his coat. I realised that if he hadn't, I would have been shot.

(Hide under this) Dace took off the trench coat and threw it over me. I couldn't move at all, my foot hurt and was still destroying my concentration.

DAMN IT!

I need to help. I needed to protect myself. But all I could do was watch from under the coat as Dace fought for both of us. He moved faster with the coat off, and darted between the attackers with blinding speed.

These humans had obviously been trained since they were young for the purpose of battle. They had cutting edge weaponry and gadgets. One man even had a net launcher which he shot at Dace. There were close combat weapons as well, some had swords and one man even had a steel shock rod. They moved as a team and seemed to know all of Dace's moves, doing their best to dodge out of the way of his long reaching Psycho Cut and the shorter ranged but more explosive Thunder Punches. Dace was also only using his left arm, because his dominant right arm was incapacitated.

They didn't stand a chance.

Dace was like a demon in their midst. He ripped the steel bow out of the man's grip, just before slicing his stomach. He was already moving on before the human's entrails hit the ground. He flung the rod at the furthest opponent with such force that the blunt object penetrated the protective vest and the flesh underneath. The power was so much that it pinned the man to the rear wall of the alley and continued to shock him even after he was long dead.

Dace caught the net that was propelled at him which turned out to be electrified. The electricity however, instead of jumping all over Dace's body and immobilising him, stayed stuck in his left hand, and was only unleashed when the opportunistic human, with a sword, standing behind him attacked. Pirouetting on the spot, the Gallade bought his fist into the backstabber's stomach. Leaping away from the spot, the belated gunshots zinging harmlessly into the night. The ambusher that had just attacked dace was kneeling on the spot, his eyes rolled back, quite dead.

The demon continued to slaughter the ill-prepared humans, leaving none alive. I couldn't tear my eyes away. It was horrifying, Dace had been so passive before. He had been blushing, and now…

He was showing no mercy.

Dace rose from the kneeling position he had come to rest at, hearing the man behind him split apart from head to toe. That was enough for me, seeing the blood and insides still sticking together, trying to hold the body together like glue. I leant over and vomited. Dace looked back; as I coughed I turned my head to face him.

His eyes were the scariest things I had ever seen. The pupils had narrowed to pin points, and his aura had expanded, encompassing nearly the entire alley. It was pure, deep black. Red and dark purple were warring at the very edges of the aura, creating an almost hypnotic effect. The globe slowly shrank as I watched, returning to its usual shape around Dace. Black was replaced by blue, and then all the emotions came flooding back in.

Dace rushed over to me, picking me up and moving me outside onto the street. This also caused me to lose sight of the carnage, and the stench of death was less strong. I breathed easier, then looked at Dace. He was kneeling in front of me, his arms covered in blood. He still had his elbow blades extended and blood was slowly dripping from them.

(Charlotte. Are you okay?) As he reached towards me, I shrank back. His blood covered hands were reaching towards me, a stark contrast to the worried expression on his face.

(GET AWAY FROM ME! MONSTER!)

I regretted the scream almost as soon as I had projected it. Dace rocked back onto his heels, then sat down with a grunt. His face was completely blank, but his aura had undergone another abrupt change. It was slowly filling with and intense and thick grey. I put a hand over my mouth, and I stared into Dace's eyes. He looked shocked for a second, then glanced towards the alley.

"Yeah, I can see why you'd say that. Go on. Call me a monster again."

His voice was whispering to me. He sounded so sad, so incredibly sad and depressed that I couldn't believe he had just slaughtered a group of humans. He was still talking in that soft voice, and his eyes were just as depressed.

"I've killed so many, haven't I. Too many," He was talking to himself now, but he was still looking me with sad eyes. "But I can't stop. I… I want to live too much."

"Me and Mewtwo, we are alike in too many ways. But he can at least control himself. I can't. You saw me, and look. You saw me for what I really am."

He moved so that he was sitting next to me, with his back against the wall. He was looking sideways at me, still with the sad eyes. It was an odd picture, his hands and blades wet with blood, but him looking so weak. I couldn't find the resolve to talk to him. I felt guilty for the dead humans. How many had had families? And Dace had simply ripped away their lives. How many had yet to start a family. Some of the ambushers couldn't have been much older than eighteen.

I couldn't contradict anything Dace was saying, because I honestly thought that he was a monster. Where had my feelings for him gone? They'd been murdered, just like the men in the alley.

"You probably don't want me to carry you back. I'll call Mewtwo and tell him to pick you up."

He was right. I didn't want to be near Him.

Dace walked over to the payphone across the street, and swiped a credit card through the slot. He stayed on the phone for a few seconds, just long enough to tell Mewtwo where we were and that I needed to be taken back.

But as he walked back across the street, I saw a man rise up from behind one of the air ducts on the opposite building's roof.

(DACE! Behind you!)

Using his speed, he easily ran over to me before the first bullet hit.

His arms spread wide, he knelt over me, his eyes shut tight. The bullet tore through his sternum, and almost penetrated his overcoat, which he hadn't taken back. The man on the roof had been aiming at the person who was wearing the protective suit.

He'd mistaken me for Dace.

Dace's eyes were already glassing over as he knelt on the pavement. Then he keeled over forwards, landing face down on the ground.

I was speechless. What the hell was going on? I had just seen Dace get shot… After he had killed so many people… had the world gone insane? AND WHY WAS IT STILL SO QUIET!

I wanted to scream to the world to wake up and look at the death. People had died tonight. Was I next? Was the sniper about to shoot me?

Then I heard a scratching noise, and I saw Dace's hand grasp the ground firmly. He pushed himself up with his hand, looking me in the eye the whole time. He rose so that he was balanced on the balls of his feet.

(I know you… don't want me… to touch you right now-) He was speaking haltingly, his thoughts interrupted by laboured breathing. His sentence was stopped by him coughing up blood, which landed on the coat that was still wrapped around me, (- but please… bear with it.)

I was in awe. I saw the gaping hole located just above his chest spike, but he was still standing. I could see he had erected a small psychic barrier to stop any blood from flowing out. How could he focus that strongly, even when he was in so much pain, to erect a barrier? I couldn't even levitate when I had a small piece of glass in my foot. He picked me up, wrapping the coat tighter around me as he did so.

The second bullet whined in, but Dace batted it out of the air, into the pavement. He began to walk, slowly at first, but faster than I could have limped. He began to hobble along at a brisk pace, and then another gunshot rang out. He raised his forearm, taking the slug on his blade. I heard the sharp screeching of metal on metal, then saw the blunted bullet fall onto the ground. Dace dodged another shot by stepping backwards, then cut the next bullet in half.

"If – hah – If I had known – hah – where he was…guh *cough* huh… you shoulda told me which building-" Before dace could get any further, Dace broke down into a coughing fit, and his mental barrier temporarily broke. His blood spilled outwards, dowsing the hem of my dress. It erected itself once more, but only after a significant amount of blood spilled onto the pavement. And before the coughing had started, had Dace been trying to tell a joke? This was hardly a moment of levity!

"Shit… I can't take you much further… so – guhok – I need to tell you…" He was choking on his own blood. Oh my god. "I… honest to god enjoyed our time together. Look – HUK – if we don't see each –ugh – each other again – hungh – I can't explain it…"

"If this doesn't work, I don't deserve to wake up."

Then he dropped me, and the last thing I saw before he teleported me was some men in weird suits running around a corner, and Dace on his knees, his front covered with blood.

"DACE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, as I landed on the bed in my room in the hotel. Mewtwo burst into my room through the door, and caught sight of the blood on my dress. He noticed the coat that was still wrapped around me, and asked where Dace was. It was the first time I had seen him worried.

"I – oh my god he's dead, he's gone. Dace is dead Mewtwo."

(Where is he?)

"Gone… he's gone… oh dear lord…"

(WHERE IS HE?)

The walls cracked and the room shook under the force of Mewtwo's psychic waves.

"I don't know… I don't know anymore…"

Author's Note: So, this is a quick chapter. It measures something like 2,210 words. This is the product of a couple of weeks work. I was told to work quicker, and this is the result. Also, Chris wanted a birthday pressie, so this is for him as well.

Dace: So you killed me?
Benstudios: That remains to be seen.
Dace: I swear to god, if you killed me, I am going to kill you back.
Benstudios: You forgot who the author is.
Dace: Dude. I don't care.
Benstudios: Oh.
*Benstudios runs away from Dace incredibly fast, and he – doesn't escape. OI! Dace gimme back my laptop! Hey! Using psychic powers isn't fair!*
A voice from the heavens:*Sigh* I'm glad I have MY laptop. Sorry 'bout that folks...um...Ben is~...preoccupied at the moment so I'll go on...
Chris*Walking down the hall as Ben whizzes by*: WHAT THE...!
*Dace goes by and turns him in circles*
Chris:FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-!
*Looks to the two when he stops*
Chris: I hate that censor.
Dace: GET BACK HERE YOU RUNT!
Ben: AHH! SOMEONE HELP ME!
Chris: *Runs after* HEY! DO I NEED TO GET MY F*bleep*ING RAIL GUN ON YOU TWO!
Charlotte*Peeks out and sees the three running down the hall and proceeds to Face palm*: Oh good lord...