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Night had just fallen no more than a few hours ago. The village of Twinleaf town was quiet save for the sounds of crickets and wild Pokémon seeking refuge in the thick foliage of the woods.

The cottage Damien was staying in was deathly silent as he climbed down the stairs listening for any sign of movement.

Once he made it into the living room, he grinned and hurried towards the door. He opened it and he walked into the frigid air.

Closing the door quietly behind him, he walked down the cobblestone path. Big and small stones digging into the bare flesh on the bottoms of his feet.

He ignored it though and continued forward walking down the cobblestone roads. He was heading towards the woods.

Once he reached the edge, he smirked. Walking into the thick foliage, he brushed back loose branches and leaves finally making his way into a small clearing.

The moons bright ethereal glow pierced the water below it. It was bathed in light, which brightened it even further. Dark green grass felt lush and soft beneath his feet and he continued walking through the serene atmosphere.

He sat down near the pond and dipped a finger in the reflective surface. His finger dipped down slowly into the cold water and he shivered with delight. He started tracing patterns listening to the quiet sound it made.

" You can come out now."

Damien didn't have to wait any longer because at that moment one of his minions came from behind the trees. He hunched over into a bowing position with his arms stick straight at his sides.

Damien waved him up with his free hand and motioned silently for him to sit down next to him.

The man sat down gingerly and stared at the pond with a cautious look in his eyes. Suddenly Damien spoke up quietly.

" Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world."

He sighed. " What do you see Matthew?"

The man, Matthew blinked He gulped and stuttered out a response. " W-well I s-see myself, sir."

Damien snorted and flicked water distorting his image slightly. His piercing crimson eyes returned to stare into Matthew's bright brown ones.

Damien smiled. " Now what do you see?"

Matthew shook his head. " I don't know sir. The image is distorted."

Damien chuckled a little. " Wrong answer. What you see is the side of you that has a little bit of evil inside. A little bit of deceit. Something dark and terrifying. Something that scares children in the dead of night. Like the Boogeyman that these children are so afraid of nowadays. That's what you're seeing. "

" Everyone has a dark side Matthew. It's just some know how to embrace more than others. Some choose to push it back with optimism and positivity. Some choose to let it consume them until they're nothing more than a shell of their former self. It just depends on how you choose to handle this delicate creature."

Damien hunched over his knees and stared through his shaggy bangs into Matthew's eyes. He shot a feral grin in his direction.

" What are you trying to ask me sir?" Matthew said desperately hoping his voice didn't quiver.

His grin grew wider. " I have a job for you. Something that requires you to embrace that dark side of yours. I can sense within you. Are you willing to help me? Or must I resort to different measures?"

Mathew gulped and shook his head slowly. " No sir. I will do anything you ask me."

Damien sat up straighter and nodded his head. " Good choice. Now here's what you have to do..."

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The sun barely peaked over the misty clouds as the trio of two girls and a boy stepped out of the airport.

Their suitcases were gripped in their hands as Clemont put a protective arm around Bonnie's shoulders and Serena looked through her PokeNav to find the directions to Dawn's house.

Bonnie rubbed her hands over her bare arms as she shivered in her thin coat. " Serena can we please go now? It's cold."

Serena was about to say that she would be done in a second, but when she found the directions she smiled.

" Yeah let's go."

Clemont. Bonnie, and Serena walked away from the bustling airport and turned right down a small cobblestone street. Small shops and restaurants surrounded them along with tiny houses.

The group walked briskly not wanting to waste anymore time. They wanted to see their friend in hi entirety and make sure he was okay.

They wanted to make sure Damien was gone for good this time.

Yet even as Serena turned left down another street with Clemont and Bonnie following, she couldn't help think that something was amiss at how quickly everything was resolved.

And Damien was good at acting as Ash…

Serena shook her head. She shouldn't think like that. Maybe this really was all fixed. But she would keep an eye out if things got bad.

Finally five minutes later, they made it to a small house with a white picket fence and a small garden.

They all stopped to look at the house and make sure they were at the right one. Serena checked her PokeNav.

You are at your destination.

Serena snapped it closed and spun around to look at Bonne and Clemont. She smiled a little.

" Well guys let's do this."

She stuck her hand out and both blondes smiled and stuck there's in too. They lay their hands on top of each other's and pumped them up in down in a repetitive motion. Then they released them into the air and laughed a little easing the growing tension.

Serena turned away from them and pushed open the gate, listening as it squealed. She started walking to the front door with a confident air around her making sure Bonnie and Clemont were still behind her.

She rested her fragile hand on the smooth painted wood of the door. Then with a big breath she knocked loudly.

It took a few moments, but suddenly they could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door. The door swung open to reveal a small girl with dark blue hair that stretched down to the ends of her elbows. She was wearing a pink tank top, dark blue jeans, and a black hoodie.

Her matching blue eyes sparkled and she waved her hand towards Serena.

" Hi! You must be Serena, Clemont, and Bonnie. You already know my name so come on inside and make yourselves at home."

She moved out of the way to usher them in and they all gave her big smiles as they entered the tiny household.

Once they stepped inside, Clemont and Bonnie both started talking to Dawn while Serena's eyes were drawn immediately to the couch.

It was Ash.

His face was a shade paler than normal and he wasn't wearing his normal attire. All he was wearing was a baggy white T-shirt and sweat pants but all in all he looked like he was fine.

He looked normal.

Serena watched as the blondes continued to talk to the blunette so she took this chance to talk to 'Ash'.

She laid her hand gingerly on his shoulder and he jumped slightly. Light amber eyes stared into her own and she stood breathless for a moment but remembered to keep her guard up. She needed to make sure that if Damien happened to be tricking them again, and then he mustn't think she was suspicious in the slightest.

She needed to play his game and play it right.

So she forced a relieved smile on her face and went around to hug him tightly. She almost melted at the way his lean muscles felt under her fingertips. The way his skin felt hot against her own. The way he smelled like sweat and a little bit of cinnamon added to the mixture.

She almost squealed when he wrapped his arms around her lithe body. They seemed to fit together perfectly and Serena almost let her guard down. Almost thought that maybe this was the end and they could go back to the way they were.

" Hey Serena."

Serena felt her eyes widen and she almost stiffened but forced her body not to so this 'Ash' wouldn't get suspicious and initiate whatever plan he had in mind.

This wasn't there Ash.

It wasn't over.

It was never over from the start.

Serena pulled away and forced an angry and concerned look on her face. She didn't even know what was spilling from her mouth at this point. She was just thinking at how this couldn't, wouldn't, just end.

She felt tears brim in her eyes and she faked smile and excused herself to the bathroom. After asking Dawn for directions, she raced up the stairs and into the bathroom slamming the door shut.

Her body wearily slid down the door and onto the cool tile. The back of her head rested behind her.

Her strawberry shampoo filtered into her nose and she held back tears as she curled up on herself.

How was she going to fix this?

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After Serena raced up the stairs, 'Ash' frowned slightly. He knew she knew. He could feel her body stiffen up in his arms. He could tell she was trying to hide it in fear of him finding out but he knew.

He always knew.

" Fuck." He thought to himself.

She was the smart one of the group and if she knew he wasn't who he said he is then this plan was about to go down in flames.

He could not let that happen.

If he didn't kill these brats now then he would never again have the chance and eventually they would stop him. He knew that deep down.

The blondes he could deal with. They didn't catch on as quickly. They were naïve. Gullible. Manipulative.

But this one.

The Serena girl.

She had to go.

She had to go now.

Suddenly both blondes appeared in his face smiling.

He had to do it tonight. He had to do it before she could leak it to her little friends.

He thought about it for a second as they hugged him.

Actually let her tell them.

That means more people to kill.

Less people that could be in his way to greatness.

Motor oil and fresh flower scented shampoo assaulted his nostrils. He tried to keep from gagging at the inferior smell.

He hugged them back regardless and let the small smirk that had adorned his face hide behind the mask he had created.

He couldn't slip up now.

This is the end of childish games.

This is war.

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Done! So I just noticed that I uploaded this on the fifth of April last year and that's supposed to be coming up soon which means this story is almost a year old! How exciting is that! I may just upload and extra chapter because of this spectacular occasion but we will see if I have time. Make sure to give me your opinions on this question:

What did Damien want Matthew to do?

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