Hey everyone, here's another update for Rise of the Hybrids. I decided to write this whole chapter today because I finished my exams this past week and I did three workouts yesterday which has left my upper body completely shot. I would write more but I'm tired, so let's get to the chapter. Stay tuned for the author's note at the end.
Warning: language and violence present.
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Dameon had been driving for hours on end, desperate to get back to Oklahoma. His eyes had dark circles under them from fighting exhaustion and he was reaching the end of his rope. He was about two hours away from Oklahoma itself but he was still another four hours away from Moore. His mind drifted back to Chelsea. He wanted to cry, but found it impossible to do so. The radio station started the next song and Dameon tried to drown himself in it. His head drooped and the truck swerved a little bit in the process.
"Shit!" Dameon cursed as he bolted upright. "I need some coffee."
Looking out the window Dameon could see a green sign that revealed a town name on it and he decided to use this opportunity refuel the truck and grab some coffee. As he drove into the town, he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of law enforcement that may be lurking in the shadows of the streets. It was possible that the warning about him, David, Michka and Rein had been made known to neighboring states so now he had to be extra careful. The lights of the gas station came into view and Dameon pulled into it and stopped a pump. After turning the truck off, he leaned back in his seat and gave a quick look at his surroundings. The gas station was completely vacant save for him and the clerk that he could see in the building.
Dameon gave a sigh as he noticed the cameras on top of the building and knew that unless he could cover his head and face, they would get a clear picture of him and give away his position to the authorities which in turn would gather Langdon's attention. He began looking around the truck for something he could use to conceal his face. Peering into the back seat he found a hooded sweatshirt folded up. Dameon pulled the sweatshirt on and it surprisingly fit him. He got out of the truck and put the pump in to allow gas to fill it up. While the gas was being pumped, Dameon pulled out the wallet that he snagged from the teenager he knocked out earlier. Opening it, he could see about sixty-dollars of cash which would be more than enough to get him through this.
Dameon walked into the store and made his way to the counter where he could see a small coffee maker. He picked up a medium sized cup and turned to the clerk who was gazing at him lazily.
"Hey man, which one of these is the stronger one?" Dameon asked.
"Does it matter?" The clerk replied.
"Yeah, I've got a long drive yet and I almost fell asleep earlier. I'd rather not wake up wrapped around a tree."
"Okay, then you'll want the one to the right. Trust me, when that shit hits you you're wide awake for hours."
Dameon forced a laugh and began pouring the coffee into his cup and followed up with some cream. He walked over to the clerk and pulled out the money to pay for the gas and the coffee. The clerk rang up his bill and took the money from Dameon as he held it out to him.
"Alright, you're all set," the clerk said. "Have a good night man."
"Thanks," Dameon said putting the change in his pocket. "You too."
"Hell man, in a truck like that I find it hard to be wrapped around a tree. Those things are like tanks."
Dameon forced another laugh and waved goodbye as he exited the building. Hurrying over to the truck, he put the pump back and closed the tank. He climbed into the truck and it roared to life as he turned the key. Taking a sip of his coffee, he turned the volume up on the radio and turned onto the main road. The truck gave another roar as he sped off into the night.
Hundreds of miles away, David, Michka and Rein were still soaring down an open stretch of highway that ran through farmland. Dameon's safe house was in a distinct location somewhere in Grant County, not too far from the Kansas border. David and Michka looked sleep deprived since they had been up all day driving. Rein was sleeping peacefully as if she did not have a care in the world. David glanced back at the teenager and a small smile formed on his face.
"Look at that," David said garnering Michka's attention.
"Hm?" Michka asked glancing back.
"Yesterday she was this little hothead wound tighter than a spring, and now here she is sleeping like a baby."
"Even the hotheads need their rest."
The two of them shared a chuckle as they returned their gaze to front. Silence filled the car once again and it felt a little awkward. They were not sure what they could talk about next since they did that on a daily basis since they met in the cell blocks. Exhaustion was the excuse that both of them were playing on and that was partially true. The true reason for the two of them being quiet was because of the fight they had earlier that day about the information Michka planned on sending to the Hoenn government.
"How much further is it to this safe house, David?" Michka asked.
"Not too far," David said with a yawn. "We should be there in about ten minutes or so."
"Good, I haven't bathed in weeks. Those stupid baby wipes they let us use did little to nothing."
"How do you think I feel? I haven't seen a shower in almost two months."
Michka sighed and reached into the back seat to pull out two energy drinks. Two loud hisses met their ears as the cans opened and Michka set them in the cup holders. David gave a grunt in thanks and took a quick swig of his drink to wake up.
"Well, we'll want to save some hot water when we get there so we'll have to share the shower," Michka said sipping her drink as well.
"Is that an invitation?" David asked turning to her with a smirk.
Michka turned to David with her cheeks turning a hue of red. Whether it was from embarrassment or anger, David had no idea, at least until Michka punched him hard on the side of head. The car gave a swerve as David lost control for a second from the dazing blow. He looked back at Michka as if she was insane.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" David yelled.
"Keep your mind out of the gutter!" Michka shot back.
"It was just a joke, Michka! Jesus Christ, you never punch someone when they're driving a car!"
"Well, let that be a lesson to you."
"Shut-up!" Rein hollered.
David and Michka turned back to Rein who had woken up from David's outburst. Her red eyes looked a little unsettling as they looked back at David and Michka.
"Good," Rein said. "Now kindly shut the fuck up so I can go back to sleep."
Rein turned over and rested her head against the window and soon drifted off to sleep once again. David shook his head and was hoping Dameon would get to the safe house soon since he did not want to be stuck with two girls for company only. If anything it would help since he would have someone else to talk to instead of Michka and Rein since he talked to them the entire day.
David could see an unpaved road up ahead that lead into the woods and turned upon reaching it. The gravel crunched and pinged against the car as it shot up from the tires. The bumpy road seemed to go on for a good minute or so before it finally curved and revealed a small cabin with a side garage. Turning the car off, David turned to Michka to set up a plan.
"Alright, you take the food inside and I'll carry Rein and the rifles," David said.
"Whatever works," Michka answered. "I get the shower first though."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat your majesty."
Michka climbed out the car pulling the bag of drinks and food with her. She slung it over her shoulder and made her way to the front porch. David slung his rilfe on his shoulder and picked up Rein in his arms. He kicked the door shut behind him and walked up to the deck. His eyes glanced around and a small letter box. Supporting Rein with one arm, he reached in the box and fished out a small brass key. He unlocked the door and entered the dark cabin with Michka following close behind. The door closed behind Michka and squinted as the lights turned on.
They were standing in the living room that was connected to a kitchen. The most prominent décor that was in the room was related to the military. An American Flag hung high on the wall directly over a United States Army Flag. There were multiple pictures and a couple cabinets lined up under the flags.
Michka made her way to the kitchen and set the bag down on the table. She gave a stretch and leaned against the wall. David trudged over to the couch and set Rein down, resting her head on the pillow. He draped the blanket that was dangling over the back of the couch on her and stood up. Now that Rein was taken care of, he could continue his list of tasks.
"Well if you want to take a shower, the bathroom's down the hall to the right," David said pointing to the dark corridor.
"That sounds great," Michka said. "But what can I change into? I don't have any clean clothes."
"Just leave your clothes outside the bathroom door so I can get them cleaned. I'll try and see if Black has any clothes lying around here."
"Fine, but if I find any of my clothes missing after they've been cleaned, I'll kill you."
David rolled his eyes at Michka's threat and walked into the kitchen. Michka turned on her heel and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She entered the bathroom and found it to be a little small for her taste but it would do for now. Plucking her Poké Ball from her waist, she opened it and Terran materialized in the hallway.
"Terran, would you stand guard at the door? I'm going to take a bath," Michka said peering through the door.
"Of course, Michka," Terran replied. "Where are we now?"
"I'll explain later, but just as a heads up, David's coming to get my clothes after I drop them outside the door here."
"You seriously trust him with your clothes?"
"Feel free to intimidate him if you want."
Terran nodded as the door closed and he waited patiently for Michka to open it again to drop her clothes outside it. Seconds later a small pile of clothes were dropped by the base of the door which quickly closed shut. The sound of running water filled the hallway as Michka started the shower and that got David to come down the hall. He looked a little surprised to see Terran standing guard but shrugged it off as he went to pick up Michka's clothes. As David picked up the articles of clothing he could hear Terran growl in a threatening manner. Glancing up at Terran he sighed exasperatedly as held the clothes.
"I got it, big guy, alright?" David said. "Jesus, intimidation really isn't necessary."
David vanished around the corner to put Michka's clothes in the washing machine. After placing them in, he closed the door and grabbed the spare set he found that Michka could use. He felt a little bad with giving her the clothes without Dameon's permission and the fact that they were Chelsea's was another thing that made him a little nervous. He walked back down the hall and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Michka, I have some clothes for you here!" David said.
"Okay, come in!" Micha hollered back.
"Uh, are you sure about that?"
"Just come in, you're not going to see anything!"
David glanced at Terran out of the corner of his eye and could see he was glaring down at him. Taking a deep breath, David opened the door and walked over to the counter and placed Chelsea's clothes on them.
"Michka, just a quick heads up," David began. "The clothes I gave you belonged to Chelsea."
Michka said nothing back as she heard David's words. Her mind drifted to Dameon and she wondered whether or not he would allow her to wear Chelsea's clothes after what had transpired the past couple of days for him. The door closed and Michka peeked out of the curtain to see if David left. When she confirmed that he had, she decided to finish up and dry off. She looked up at the showerhead and let the warm jet of water pelt her face. Letting a sigh of satisfaction to escape her lips, she brought her soapy hands up to her face to get the dirt and grease off. After cleaning her face she turned the shower off and climbed out to dry herself off with the nearby towel.
She felt much better after the invigorating shower and wrapped the towel around herself as she went over to the counter to dress. There was a pair of grey sweatpants and an orange t-shirt with the words OSU on them. While the colors were not the most appealing to Michka, she would take what she could get. Putting on the clothes, she found them to be pretty comfortable. Michka left the bathroom and Terran followed behind with his footsteps shaking the floor.
Entering the living room, Michka found David drinking a beer and looking at the wall with the flags. Looking in his eyes she could tell he was lost in memories past and decided to take a closer look at the wall too. Under the flags was a vast assortment of pictures and a military display case that held a bunch of medals.
"So are these all from Dameon's time of service?" Michka asked.
"Yeah," David replied. "I'm looking at my favorite ones right now."
David pointed to two pictures directly to the right of the medal display. One was a picture of him and Dameon leaning against a Humvee and flipping off the camera. The second one was a picture of both him and Dameon again, but this time it had Langdon and one other person that Michka did not recognize. The four of them were standing shoulder to shoulder with their gear and they looked as though they were about to head somewhere.
"Which picture is which timeline wise?" Michka asked.
"That one with me and Black was in Iraq back in 2012 and that one with the four of us was Africa back in 2015," David said taking a sip of beer.
"Wow, that has to be hard to believe it was only a few years ago."
"Yeah, I definitely didn't picture our future being something like it is now."
David gave a stretch and walked back over to the table to sit down. Michka followed him and sat on the opposite end. David held up a beer for Michka but she politely denied to which he shrugged. He opened the bottle and took another long drink.
"So what exactly did Chelsea do, David?" Michka asked.
"Honestly, you'll have to ask Black about that," David said. "Last time I talked to Chelsea she was attending Oklahoma State for a degree in architecture."
"Wow, she must have been smart for a degree like that. I guess that's where she got the apparel here."
Michka gestured to the clothes she was wearing to which David let out a light chuckle and nodded. Silence filled the room again as both of them tried to think of something else to talk about.
"When do you think Dameon's going to get here?" Michka asked.
"I don't know," David replied shaking his head. "All I know is that he's dealing with some personal matters and he just needs time."
"Okay."
"Look, Michka, why don't you get some sleep? I'll keep watch for the night."
"Okay. Thanks David."
Michka got up from the table and walked over to a reclining chair that sat beside the couch. She plopped down and reclined back and fell asleep almost instantly. Terran sat down and closed his eyes as well, allowing sleep to take him. David rubbed his tired eyes and kicked his feet up on the table, taking another swig of beer. He looked back at the wall and kept his eyes on the picture of him, Dameon, Langdon and Dean. His fists clenched as he thought about how the past was with them and how it looked right now.
"None of this should have happened," David thought taking another drink.
Dameon was now in Grant County and he was now more miserable than he felt in the past two days. When he arrived at his house he found that everything appeared to be untouched, as if there had not been a single disturbance. He entered his house with caution and did a quick sweep through it to find nothing was taken. He found that Chelsea had been placed in their bedroom and was lying in their bed with the blankets covering the wound that ended her life. It took a lot from Dameon not to break down when he saw her corpse. He couldn't remember how long he held her for after he found her, but it was almost dawn by the time he came around.
He wrapped Chelsea up the sheets and carried her out to the truck after he finished loading it with the guns from his safe. He gently set her in the back of the cabin and put some cushions around her to prevent her from falling. After he left his house he went to his father's house to find that it was completely intact and that put him on edge. He searched through the house and found that his father was dead. The only difference is that it looked like his father died of natural causes. He was in his recliner holding a newspaper when Dameon found him.
Dameon did the same thing with his father and wrapped him up in sheets. He placed him in the bed of the truck after rearranging the supplies inside of it before leaving. His life had now pulled a complete 180 from looking up and then going to shit.
"Damn-it!" Dameon yelled slamming his hands on the steering wheel.
He turned on the dirt road leading to the thicket of trees that lead into the woods where his house was. He wiped the tears from his eyes that were now bloodshot from exhaustion and crying. Turning a small corner he saw his cabin and the car that David used parked outside by the front porch. He pulled up beside the car and killed the engine. Leaning back in his seat he buried his face in his hands and swept away the tears that built up in his eyes again. The front door to the cabin opened and David, Michka and Rein stepped out onto the porch all looking at him with relief.
Dameon climbed out of the car and opened the cab doors. He reached inside and scooped Chelsea's body up into his arms before walking to the porch. The faces of relief from his friends turned to ones of surprise and sympathy as he ascended the stairs and entered the house carrying Chelsea's body, not saying a word. David frowned and rested his hands on his hips and looked at the ground.
"Who was the dead broad he was holding?" Rein asked crossing her arms.
Michka whacked Rein at the back of the head for the lack of respect she gave for addressing Chelsea. Rein looked affronted by Michka's action and was about to give her a piece of her mind but a sharp glare from Michka made her think otherwise. She decided to bring it up later when the mood improved from its negative state. Dameon appeared moments later and he walked back down to the truck, but this time he went to the bed of it. Bringing the trailer down, Dameon pulled his father out next and carried him to the house, once again avoiding saying anything.
"Shit," David muttered walking down to the truck.
Upon reaching the truck, David saw a few guns in the back that ranged to from AR-15s, shotguns and pistols. Seeing the weapons made him feel a little better knowing that Dameon still planned on fighting. He motioned for Michka and Rein to help him carry the guns into the house. The three of them finished unloading the truck bed and walked back into the house to find Dameon was nowhere in sight. David rested the firearms on the table and looked down the hallway.
"Michka, Rein, get me an ammo count and put those guns in the closet over there," David said as he started down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Rein demanded.
"Rein, let him go," Michka whispered. "He's going to check on Dameon."
"Whatever."
David ignored Rein's comment and continued down the hall towards the bedrooms. He stopped outside the door that was open and he found Dameon standing at the base of the bed where he had rested his father's and Chelsea's bodies. David gave a knock on the door and received no response from his friend. He sighed and walked up to Dameon see how he was holding up. He put a hand on Dameon's shoulder and he felt him flinch when he did that, confirming his belief that he was too distracted from his surroundings.
"Hey, Black, do you want me to get you anything?" David asked.
"No, just bring me something to drink," Dameon muttered.
"Any preferences?"
"No, just as long as it's alcohol."
David nodded and patted Dameon on the shoulder before leaving him to his thoughts. He closed the door behind him and made his way back to the kitchen to search for booze. Looking at the wine rack beside the fridge, David found some Jack Daniels Whiskey. He pulled the bottle off of the rack and shuffled back to the bedroom to give Dameon the drink. Entering the room, he held the bottle out for him which was snatched immediately. Dameon opened the bottle and took a large gulp of the spine tingling drink. He didn't even react to the foul taste as it traversed his throat and into his stomach.
"I'll check up on you in a bit, bro," David said turning on his heel. "Take it easy with that stuff."
Dameon didn't answer and took another drink from the bottle. David shook his head and was hoping Dameon would come around soon since they were still on the run and they needed a leader to keep them safe and have a plan for their next move.
Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. Dameon had shown no signs of breaking from his depressed state and David knew that he needed to make a move soon. If they continued to sit around and do nothing, they would be found by the government and then captured or killed. Michka and Rein have been trying to convince him to talk to Dameon but he would always find some way to avert doing so. He had no choice but to intervene and try to push Dameon to do something. The three of them were standing in the hallway and watching Dameon drink yet another bottle of strong liquor. He was just about to polish off his second bottle of the day and he looked terrible.
His eyes were still bloodshot, he neglected his hygiene and had yet to clean himself up and shave. They watched as he downed the rest of the drink in his glass. The alcohol itself was running down his chin and staining his shirt. He was now so drunk that he could barely keep his body moving properly.
"David, you need to do something now because if you don't, he'll drink himself to death," Michka whispered.
"I know, I know, I'm going out there now," David said breaking off the wall.
David slowly walked up to the table where Dameon had finished pouring himself another glass of whiskey. He watched as Dameon took another drink, trying to think of something to start the conversation. Dameon didn't acknowledge his presence and continued drinking the foul substance. Finally coming to a decision, David decided to cut to the chase in an attempt to get an answer from his friend.
"Dameon, I hate to bring this up, I really do," David began as he looked down at him. "But don't you think it's time we buried Chelsea and your dad so we can move on with what's really important here?"
Dameon said nothing as he stared at the now empty bottle of whiskey. His fingers tapped the glass that was filled with the remainder of his drink. He brought the glass to his lips and sipped some more of whiskey up.
"Can we talk about this later?" Dameon asked.
"No, Black, I've given you a couple days to drown yourself in your sorrows here and I think it's time I cut you off so we can move on," David replied crossing his arms.
"Move on to what? In case you haven't noticed, my entire family is gone and I don't have anything to keep myself going!"
"You do have something to keep going! And that something is fighting back against Langdon and the government!"
Dameon shook his head and took another sip of his drink. He leaned back in his chair and let David's words circle through his head. Coming up with his reponse, he looked up at David.
"I'm done with it," Dameon said tapping his glass again.
"Done with what?" David asked.
"Fighting. I've fought for years and the result of my fighting got the government to turn against me. You can't fight city hall, David. This fight you're talking about is unwinnable."
"Don't you see what's happening here, Dameon? People like us are being exterminated in the shadows! This is a big issue we're dealing with here and we are the only ones who can stop this threat of the super soldier!"
"I'm not going to do it. I've fought enough in my life."
"This world is going to end if we don't do something."
Dameon slammed his drink down on the table shattering the glass from his brute strength. He glared up at David with his bloodshot angry eyes.
"Well then let it end!" Dameon yelled.
David's eyes widened and Dameon's response. The man before him was no longer the Dameon he knew throughout his military career for being brave, confident and having an earthy sense of humor. He was now looking at a shell of what Dameon used to be and it infuriated him. The look on Dameon's face was one of defeat, hopelessness and sorrow.
"The Dameon I know wouldn't quit this easily!" David sneered.
"This is the real me and it has been for the past two years!" Dameon yelled.
"I think that's a load of bullshit."
"Whatever gets you through the night."
"What do you think your dad and Chelsea would think if they saw you right now?"
"David, if you even bring them up in this conversation, I will kill you."
"Will you now? Because I believe they would agree with me by calling you a coward!"
Dameon sprung up from his chair giving a roar of rage. The punch he sent at David was sluggish and he easily avoided it. David wrapped his arm around Dameon's and pinned it against his back before slamming him into the table. The empty bottle of whiskey tipped over as Dameon struggled to break free from David's grip. Using his free arm, he gripped the neck of the bottle and brought the bottle up to hit David. The bottle shattered as it David's cheek causing him to give a cry of surprise. Dameon used his chance to tackle David while his guard was down.
The front door was open from earlier and the force of Dameon's tackle sent them tumbling down the stairs of the deck. They hit the ground hard and Dameon had his had wrapped around David's neck. David wrapped his leg around Dameon's back and used all the strength he could to roll him over and break free. He succeeded in doing so but not before getting a quick jab at Dameon's cheek.
"Dameon, that's enough! This is exactly what I was telling you about!" David yelled.
"I said I was going to kill you if you mentioned Chelsea and my dad again!" Dameon hollered back.
Dameon opened his mouth and a turbulent energy of blue and orange flames began to build inside. Seeing what was about to happen, David prepared an attack of his own and started to channel his own energy through his body to unleash his strongest attack. His body was covered in blue flames within seconds and he charged at Dameon just as he released his Dragon Breath attack. David's Flare Blitz cut through Dameon's attack like a knife through butter and he tackled him hard to the ground. A loud boom filled the area as gravel and dirt shot all over.
David was now on top of Dameon and his fist was covered in flames. He looked down into Dameon's eyes and could see he tears filling them once again. His fists clenched as waited for David to deliver the final blow to him.
"Do it!" Dameon shouted.
"No," David said stopping his attack.
"Do it!"
"No. I will not be the one to end your life, Black."
He got off of Dameon and sat him upright. Dameon's body shook with sobs as he started coming to a realization.
"Black, do you remember this?" David asked pulling out his dog tags from his shirt.
Dameon wiped the tears from his eyes again as he looked at David's dog tags. His eyes widened when he saw them. He saw a small smile on David's face as he remembered the promise they made to each other after being dishcharged.
/Flashback/
"Dameon, give me one of your dog tags for a second," David said holding out his hand.
"Why?" Dameon asked.
"Just humor me and do it, dude."
Dameon pulled off the tag from the big chain and handed it to David. He was a little surprised when David mimicked him and took off one of his own. David put Dameon's dog tag on his chain while Dameon put David's on his.
"There we go." David grinned. "Now you'll have my back and I'll always have yours no matter where we're at."
/Flashback End/
"Yeah, you said you would have my back no matter what wherever I went," Dameon said as he pulled out his own.
"That's right." David nodded. "Now I'm going to see this through to the end with you if you stand up against it, Black. I know Michka and Rein will follow you as well."
"You were right, Dave. You were right about what you said with me being a coward."
David frowned and wrapped an arm around Dameon's shoulders drawing him in. The two of them sat there in silence which would be broken by an occasional sob from Dameon.
A day had gone by after Dameon and David had their fight to bring Dameon back to reality after his sorrow had consumed him. Dameon was now looking a lot better than he did earlier. He was now clean and his attitude was slowly coming back, but he was still mourning the loss of his father and Chelsea. It was during this time Dameon had come up with the next step for their plan as a group. The plan was to go to Kansas and meet Dean in order to try and grow in numbers before making a move on Langdon.
Michka and David took the cars they had stolen days ago and drove a few counties over to ditch them at a nearby parking lot. Dameon picked them up in his GTO Judge that he had hiding in the garage back at the cabin before returning to the woods. He let Rein and her Mightyena, Fenrir, keep guard over the cabin and the bodies of his father and Chelsea while he was gone. When they returned to the cabin, Rein had been playing fetch with Fenrir in the yard much to the amusement of David who teased her about it being called a lot of colorful names in return.
"Michka, I want you and Rein to start packing my car with some food and drinks since we're going to be on the road for a while," Dameon said as he walked up the the porch.
"We'll get to work," Michka replied as she went to go inform Rein of their job.
"Dave, I want you to help me cremate my dad and Chelsea."
"Yeah, I can help you with that," David said crossing his arms. "But are you sure you want to cremate them?"
"That's what they wanted to have happen after they died."
"Okay, just let me know when you're ready."
Nightfall had come and the group was now standing in front of two large pyres. On one pyre was Chelsea and the other was Dameon's father, Brandon. The four of them stood there giving a moment of silence before lighting the pyres. The all released their Pokémon so they could pay their respects as well.
"Alright, Dave, light the stick," Dameon said as he held a large stick.
David nodded in return and covered his hand in fire before gripping the stick itself. The fire covered the top of the stick and Dameon made his way over to his father first. He touched the stick to the pile of wood and watched as it began to burn. He then turned to Chelsea's pyre and rested his hand on her head.
"I still love you, Chelsea. Never forget that," Dameon whispered as he lit her pyre next.
Dameon threw the stick into fire and walked back over to the group to stand between David and Garchomp. David gave a gentle pat on Dameon's shoulder as a sign of comfort to which he thanked him. As they stood there in silence, Garchomp took it upon himself to apologize to Dameon.
"Master, I'm sorry about your loss. If only I got the warning to you sooner, this may have been avoided," Garchomp said looking at him.
"Garchomp, it wasn't your fault," Dameon said dismissing the apology. "You tried to warn me and even if you did, this probably would have still been the result."
"I wish I could go back and do things over again."
"We all do, but what's done is done. It wasn't your fault."
Garchomp fell silent and watched as the flames danced on the pyre. He vowed to ensure Dameon's success and triumph over Langdon and government for what they did. It would take time, but by the time he was done training Dameon to use his powers, he would be unstoppable.
The fires died out after a couple of hours and that was the signal for the group to leave. David, Michka and Rein were standing beside the GTO as they waited for Dameon to come out of the house. Rein turned to look at the car and felt a grin spread across her face as she saw the vacant driver's seat.
"Do you think he'll let me drive this?" Rein asked.
"Hell no," David said shaking his head. "He won't even let me drive it. He actually told me the only time I would be able to drive it is if he was incapacitated and we were in a tight situation. Although he may have added on to that."
"What year is this model anyway?" Michka asked.
"1969 Pontiac GTO Judge. 455 big block, RAM air, 411 posi."
Dameon came out of the house and closed the door behind him, locking it. He was holding a large thin bag in one hand and a Remington870 in the other. David opened the trunk to let Dameon put his weapons in the back. He set the bag in behind the food and held his shotgun for one second to inspect it one last time. He slid the pump forward and it gave a loud click as it locked forward. He set it on top of the bag and slammed the trunk shut.
"Are we ready to go?" Dameon asked.
"Yeah, we're waiting on you!" Rein said throwing her hands in the air.
"Alright, then climb in."
"Shotgun!" David and Michka shouted at the same time.
"Fuck," David muttered since Michka was faster.
Once Rein and David were in the back seat, Michka and Dameon climbed in. The engine roared to life as Dameon turned the key and he felt a smirk spread across his face. He always enjoyed driving his GTO whenever he had the chance.
"So what's the plan now?" Rein asked.
"I don't know about you, Dave. But I think it's time we paid Squid a visit," Dameon said slamming the door.
"Good idea," David said with a nod.
"Who the fuck is Squid?" Rein asked looking between them.
Dameon revved the car and drove down the path until they reached the highway. It was empty and waiting for them to go speeding off into the night.
"Hi ho silver!" David yelled.
Dameon put the pedal to the metal and let the car soar down the road. All that could be heard through the silent farmland of Oklahoma was the roar of a GTO Judge as it came and then died off in the distance after it passed.
Alright that's the chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it so don't forget to drop a review and say something. I don't really have anything to say to you guys and I'll just try to update when I can. Below you can see the character types that have been applied for and don't forget, if you have't submitted a second OC you can still submit one since I have not closed them yet. I hope you all had a good Valentine's Day and I hope you have a good weekend. See you all later.- Captain
Story Shoutouts: 1/6/13
"Time of Courage" by my good friend FiammaJoule: This story is becomming one of the new stories that contain people with Pokemon powers/souls. It's extremely interesting and the first chapter alone was enough to get my attention and I'm sure it will be of interest to a lot of you readers as well. The story revolves around a group of people known as S-Types that have the abilities of Pokemon and are being hunted down by the government. Michka Morre is the protagonist and it'll be great to watch her progress and grow to help lead the resistance against the government. (Recently Updated on 12/8/12)
"Elementals" by zombicidal-maniac: Elementals... humans that can use the abilities just like a Pokemon. Hunted by the government, they live in hiding. But as the world starts falling apart, they might just be the only ones who can stop it.
Grass-1
Fire-1
Water-1
Electric-3 (No more electric types are being taken.)
Flying-1
Dark-6 (No more dark types are being accepted. There are too many. I'm only going to take two more of these guys from the submitted ones I received.)
Poison-1
Dragon-1
Bug-2
Fighting-2
Rock-1
Ground-3
Steel-2
Ghost-2
Ice-1
Psychic-1
Normal-1