This Chapter brings back everybody's favorite human... assuming you guys have a favorite human that is. Mark Taylor is back this time for real and his problems are bigger than ever.
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
Quick Character Review... again this time human and Pokémon
Mark Taylor
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: human
Tricky
Gender: Male
Age: 11
Species: Vulpix
Dave Callsin
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Species: human
Now let's get this story started!
Chapter 10: Taylor's New Problem
Date: 7/4/38
13:22 hours
Location: Unknown
A helicopter descended on top of a tall tower, looming over New Morph City. Waiting on the helipad was a Kadabra followed by a small unit of the Elite Imperial Guard. The moment the airship touched the ground, one of its side doors opened and a morph in blue and black fur stepped out of the chopper. Once the morph was clear, the helicopter left the area and headed back home.
The morph it dropped off was dressed in a black suit with a red tie, the way most politicians would dress, however underneath his tie was a spike coming out his chest the same size as the two coming out of the back of his hands. His three toed feet were arched just like the hind legs of most Pokémon (and Pokémorphs) yet his Paws (hands) looked more like that of a human's, expect for the dark blue fur coving them and sizeable spike growing out of the back of his hands. The morph's red eyes quickly scanned the area then he was greeted by the group of morphs awaiting him.
"Governor Caniner, it's good to see you again." The Kadabra greeted the Lucario morph with a bow. The rest of the soldiers followed suit.
"General Kader… how goes it?" The Governor asked, referring to the plan to get rid of the humans once and for all.
"…Well… we had a well thought plan on eradicating those damn creatures, codenamed operation 'End Game'… however one small miscalculation cost us the entire ploy."
The Governor turned to the psychic general with a terror inducing look of anger. "What?" The Lucario snarled, frightening the all the morph soldiers.
"W-w-well… you see sir… there was this human… the one that has been plaguing us for so long…"
The governor raised his paw in front of the Kadabra's mustached muzzle. "…General… are you telling me that a single human jeopardized an entire operation all by itself?" Caniner roared, once more scaring his colleagues.
"Not exactly… he had a Vulpix with him…" Kader admitted.
"So you're telling me that a human boy and his pet managed to defeat the grand Imperial Morph Army alone?" The Lucario snarled again.
"N-no sir… but-"
"Save it…" Caniner raised his paw again ordering silence.
"But sir," Kader continued on, despite the governor. "That human's no ordinary human." The psychic began to explain in a desperate attempt to save face.
"The human, Mark Taylor-" "WAIT!" The Governor suddenly stopped the general mid-sentence. "Did you just say… 'Mark Taylor?'"
"…Y-yes." The General quickly responded. "That's what we believe is the human's name."
"TAYLOR!" The Governor snarled again, confusing the other morphs on the platform.
"Sir… you know that boy?" The general asked.
The Governor took a deep breath to attempt to claim down. "…let's move to the briefing room… I'll explain there."
(Some time later…)
The briefing room the complex had to offer was on the 110th floor and was quite small compared to most rooms Governor Caniner has been in. It was nothing more than a windowless, dark room containing a black screen at the back and an oval shaped table capable of sitting at least eight with a map of the world on it. There were only two morphs in the room, however, General Kadar and Governor Caniner of course.
"Now then," The Governor finally said after sitting down opposite to the general. "Let's get down to business… this human… this 'Mark Taylor…' what have you done to try and stop him?" The Governor asked.
"Well sir," Kadar began to explain. "We had a very simple plan to get rid of the humans since the first human ran rampant in the streets of New Morph about a decade ago."
The Governor looked at the Kadabra confusingly. "Other human… oh, that's right… the human girl… what happened to her anyway?"
"We don't know… but we believe her to be dead, thank Arceus." Kadar chuckled. "As for the plan on getting rid of Taylor, it was pure and simple… we were going to kidnap the Youngest Evon, kill her, blame it all on Taylor and have him and everyone of those repulsive and disgusting creatures permanently removed from our perfect world… However the human, Mark Taylor intervened, killed the soldier carrying the Evon child and nearly exposed us to the general public." Kadar had paused for a most to let Governor Caniner take in all the information he had just went over before continue.
"We also have reason to suspect that there is a human resistance in the Ruins because of Taylor… he might of sparked a rebel force to take up arms against and fight… now this has not been confirmed… but we have seen him with a 'Freedom Pendent,' an American device left over from the war… it's still fully functional I might add." The psychic finally finished.
The governor listened closely to what General Kadar had said and thought carefully about the situation… before offering his advice. "You were not thinking very clearly were you?" The Lucario asked.
"What?" Kadar responded, confused.
"Think about it, a boy with as much skill and determination… His will power… he has heart of true morph… yet the body of lowly human… Getting rid of him along with the entire island would only spark human rebellions across the nation… not obedience."
"I take it you've seen what this boy can do." The Kadabra General asked Governor Caniner. The Lucario simply nodded. "…Just imagine what we would be able to accomplish if we had that human's skill at our disposal…" Just then a sinister grin grew on Caniner's muzzle. "…General… are you familiar with what goes on in this place?" The Lucario asked, sliming a canine smile.
"Yes I am, sir… may I ask why?"
The Governor didn't respond right away… he simply got up and headed for the door. "Assemble a team to head into the Manhattan Ruins and capture the human known as Mark Taylor… an experienced militant team…" Kadar was shocked by his request. The Governor had met with his officials years ago to decide that they were not to take immediate military action on the humans' last remain homes when the war was over and said time and time again that a military strike on the small island would be nothing but a waste of resources… so why is he ordering this?
"Sir… why?
The Governor just kept walking before simply saying. "Well… I want to meet this boy in person… muzzle to face… Pokémorph to human."
(Meanwhile)
Subject: Carly Tales
Species: Vulpix Morph
Age: 16
13:40 hours
Downtown, New Morph City, Former United States
Of all days for there to be a transit strike! I can't believe this. I have to walk home just because the greedy little bus and cab drivers feel that they need to be paid more to be driving! How hard is it to drive a freakin' bus?
Claim down, Carly. It's not like you live on the OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY or nothing… I really hate this city… I really, really do…
"Stop, you thieving, ungrateful little worm! I'll skin you alive you dirty human!" My vulpine ears twitched and perked up to the more than familiar shouts of an angry morph chasing a certain human could be heard from far off. I hear them turning the corner and turned around myself to see my closest encounter with the human yet… at least… that's what I was hoping for…
I expected to see a 5'7" human male, dressed in old, worn clothing and armed with knife and a small Vulpix Pokémon at his side… but what I saw instead was a thirteen year old human girl, dressed in what looked like old morph clothing topped with a collar around her neck and a small bag under her arm. The girl had long, dark and dirty hair, had scabs and scars covering her arms and face and was running around barefoot. She stank too. She smelled worse than a truck full of Tauros manure.
"STOP IT!" I heard a cubby Grumpig shouted as he waddled after the human girl… falling short on breath… People like him make my tails curl. Honestly from the look of the poor girl, I'd say she hasn't had a decent meal in a long time… and from the smell of her, I'd say they never thought to give the poor human a bath. The girl looked somewhat better than the human in the pet store I work in… but still she looked awfully thin and dirty… but at least she didn't look a walking skeleton… and at least she wasn't bald.
The human girl past me without so much of a cry while her former owner just collapsed of exhaustion in front of me "What's wrong with you?" I asked in an irritated tone, placing my paw on my hip.
"…Why… did you… let that human… escape?" The pig gasped.
"Excuse me? Since when are your problems my business? After all, it's not my fault you can't keep track of a human child." I sassed folding my arms across my blouse as my tails curled up again in my anger.
"Excuse you? How… how dare you…" The pig kept wheezing.
"Oh Arceus! Are you having an asthma attack?" I taunted the pig.
Before the fat old fart could catch his breath and try to insult me, I heard a loud thud sound as the human tripped and dropped the bag on to the sidewalk floor, spilling everything the young human had taken from the grumpy old Grumpig. I turned my attention to the girl, desperately trying to pick up the food that tumbled of her bag… only to be met by a Beedrill morph's bladed arm.
"Well, well… what have we here? A younger, less annoying creature?" The bug asked looking back at his creep insect friends. The two bug morphs behind him laughed. "What do you say boys? You want me to kill it?" The Beedrill asked.
"Yeah, do it boss!" A Scyther morph cheered from behind him, raising and crossing his blade arms.
"Show that human why it shouldn't have been born." A smaller Venonat sneered.
The black and yellow morph sneered himself as he turned and looked towards the owner. "You wouldn't mind… would you?" The owner go back onto his feet and looked at the scene… and shook his head.
"No, not at all." The fat pig answered. "You're saving me the trouble, really."
My eyes widened in disbelief… I knew that this kind of thing wasn't uncommon for morphs with human pets, so I shouldn't be surprised… but to actually witness such an event happen right in front of you? I felt as if I should try and do something… I don't know what, but… I should at least try and do something.
The human's eyes were as wide as my own… she didn't move. She was frozen with fear, too scared to attempt an escape. The Beedrill only smiled as he raised his bladed arm to strike the poor, defenseless human girl… I closed my eyes and cover them with my icy blue paws, afraid of what was about to happen.
"TRICKY! NOW!" A voice suddenly shouted quickly followed by roar of a Flamethrower attack and screams of two morphs. I opened my eyes to see a certain human boy come charging out of a nearby alleyway. "I believe we have unfinished business!" The human shouted, hand clenched in a fist. The Beedrill was too surprised to react as the boy quickly threw a punch, hammering the insect in the face. He quickly followed with another blow to the face, one to the stomach and finally ended with an uppercut, knocking the bug out.
The human wasted no time there after as he grabbed the pet human girl and raced off, followed by his pet of course.
"Huh? H-hey! It's the hu-off." The psychic pig grunted after I delivered a fiery punch to his stomach… which was a lot harder than I thought. It felt like I was punching a rubbery steel wall.
The Grumpig said nothing but looked surprised as hell. He tumbled to the floor and looked into my silver eyes… mouth wide open as if to speak but he couldn't make any sounds. I had him trapped him a trance and I wasn't letting him go.
"Now listen up." I calmly commanding in a soothing voice. "You saw nothing… you remember nothing… this is nothing more but a bad dream…" I continued, attempting to trick the psychic porker into forgetting about the humans.
"This is nothing more but a bad dream…" He repeated in a slow, almost robotic voice.
I smiled. "Good." I continued to stare at him until he finally fell to the floor fast asleep. I find it funny that I knocked him out with a Hypnosis attack when he's a psychic Pokémorph. Lucky me, right? As to why I attacked him and knocked the little retard out… well he had it coming, dammit!
My gaze then turned to the direction the humans had ran off in. I don't really know why I did that… probably because I felt sorry for them. After all, no creature deserves the kind of abuse and torture we put these humans in. However, I felt something compel me to chase after them… something deep inside me telling me to find them. I can't really explain it, maybe it's my sense of adventure kicking in… or something more… much more… without thinking, I quickly sprinted after the two humans.
Subject: Mark Taylor
14:09 hours
Location: Downtown New Morph
Dammit all to hell! It's been a week since my last run and here I am again saving another girl and coming home empty handed… Dave's not going to be very happy about this… naw well. Either Dave lives with this failure of mine… or I lock him in a head lock till he loses conciseness just like last time, no worries.
Normally this would be the part of the very predictable, almost encyclical routine run where a mob of angry morph would come out to try to and kill me and Tricky… however, for once, I was left alone… in fact… the streets where completely empty… wait… EMPTY? Since when are the streets of New Morph City? What the hell's going on here?
I led our little group to an alleyway where I stopped, after hearing echoing footsteps in the distance. Quickly I grabbed Tricky by the tail, tossed him into a dumpster, closed the lid and hid behind the waste container with the girl. We waiting for a good ten minutes or so, making damn sure we weren't being followed… something about this… just doesn't seem right…
After a few more minutes of silence, the dumpster lid opened up and a little red fox Pokémon stuck his head out. "Mark… why did you toss me into a dumpster?"
I shrugged. "Don't know." I bluntly blurted out. The fire fox just glared at me growling a bit.
"…You tossed me in to a dumpster… full of morph crap and you DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY?" The little fox yelled.
"Yeah that's right." I nonchalantly answered.
"I hate you. I really, really do hate you." The little Vulpix said in a small voice trying to mask his anger.
"Aw, you see? This is how you can tell we're real close friends." I chuckled.
"Mark?" A gargled voice came from my pants pocket. "Mark? Do you read me? Please respond, over."
I recognized the voice. I quickly pulled an old radio from my pocket, held the thing close to my mouth and pressed a button on the side. "Yeah Anna, I hear ya. And tell me again… why do we have to say 'over' after every sentence?" I asked.
"I honestly don't know… over." She giggled. "Not funny, Anna, not funny." I sighed.
"At least we know these old radios work. I must say I am quite the miracle worker." I shook my head.
"Right… tell me, how many times did you ask Ben for help?" I asked.
"Uh… What are you talking about?" The girl asked, playing dumb. "I fixed these radios all by myself." She lied.
"Now on to more serious business. Dave's gone out into the city on a run of his own." I was shocked upon hearing this.
"WHAT?" The shouted into the device. "Didn't Dave see how badly beat up I was when I got back home last week and haven't I constantly told him how dangerous this is? I push my skills to the limit just trying to cross the street without being seen!" …Then again all he did was bitch and complain about me not getting the first kits… I seriously wonder what's wrong with guy. I nearly get killed, there are morphs who know about me and sister and all he cares about are the stupid first kits I didn't comeback with.
I let out a sigh. "Anna, where is he?"
"How am I supposed to know?" The girl asked me through the small, old commutations device. "It's not like I have radar system set up here." The girl sassed.
"You guys really want to know where I am?" Dave's voice suddenly boomed out to the little black device. "Taylor, look above you." I looked up to see my best friend standing on top of the fire escape overlooking the alley we were in with a bag on his back, a Pidgey on his shoulder and a first kit in his hands.
"Dave?" I surprisingly asked. "How the hell did you-" Dave quickly cut me off by dropping the first aid kit on top of me. It bounced off of my face, causing me to fall flat on my ass, and landed right in front of me.
"Guess I should've yelled catch." The boy chucked coming down the fire escape. Once he got to the last platform, he released the ladder and climbed down to meet us.
His annoying Pidgey, Ace, flew down and started pecking at my head. "AH! Stupid bird!" I shouted, blindingly swatting my arm at the bird. He weaved and ducked to evade being hit and continued to peck at my head. Eventually, Dave took out a Pokéball and recalled the bird into the capture device. Pokéballs are rare and expensive things that I just happened to have… found lying around a store. If it wasn't for those things…
"All I asked you to get was a freakin' first aid kit or two and I got jack." The boy commented. "Yet when I go out into the city, it doesn't even take me an hour to find the store, get the medicine and come back home, no problem." The boy chuckled and picked up the kit that bounced off of my face. "Seriously, Taylor, I don't get why you have to bitch about this… it's easy."
I glared at Dave, about five seconds away from killing him. "Do you ever listen?" I said, releasing my anger in a sigh rather than an enraged outburst of violence. "I bet you didn't even come in contact with a single morph. Another thing, why the hell did Anna give you a walkie talkie?"
"Yeah… about that… Hey Taylor, who's the girl?" Dave asked, looking suspiciously at the pet human I rescued from a fat morph.
"Hm? …Oh her… She's another pet human I had to rescue." I sighed, pointing at the girl's collar.
"Another one? God damn… this is seriously messed up…" 'You don't know the half of it' I felt like saying. These bastards are killing humans by the dozens. Most of were just kids too, no older than Anna… Just think about it for a sec. Kids, no older than thirteen or fourteen are being killed just because their owners out grew them… it makes me sick.
"So… what sick, twisted and/or humiliating name did they give you?" Dave asked the young human girl standing next to me. The girl didn't answer; she just looked at Dave with a puzzled look on her face. "…Hello? Kid? Come on it ain't rocket science here…" The girl still didn't answer. "Kid?"
"The morphs probably didn't like it when she spoke" Tricky said looking at the girl. "I mean when I was a pet, my owners hated it when I opened my muzzle."
"For the record, we're not exactly thrilled when you speak either." I chuckled rewarded with an ember attack to the face. "You little bastard." I coughed out a little smoke cloud. Tricky just grinned and wagged all six of his tails.
Dave on the other hand took a closer look at the pet human's collar. "…Oh my God… are you kidding me?" Dave suddenly chuckled. "Are they really THAT unimaginative?" The boy continued to laugh. Me and the annoying little Pokémon looked at Dave like he was insane.
"…Uh… Dave? …What's so funny?" I asked.
"Dave's finally lost it, Mark. I told you it would only take one run to drive him insane." Tricky sighed.
"I'm not insane, you dumb little furball." Dave smacked Tricky on top of his furry head "It's just… Just look for yourselves. This is hilarious!" My friend said, pointing to the collar on the young girl's neck.
I took a look at the collar to find out what was so damn funny. The collar looked to be the size of your average dog collar, was colored blue and had a coin shaped tag on it. The bronze tag had no address nor a phone number, hell it didn't even say who used to own this girl… all it said was 'Hello, my name is: Human.' …Dear Lord… Facepalm God dammit…
"Dave… you have a sick sense of humor." I commented.
"Thanks!" My friend cheerily responded.
"Uh…hey guys…" Tricky suddenly said, perking up his fox ears.
"What is it Tricky?" Dave asked.
Looking at his ears, immediately I knew what he was trying to tell us… we've been followed. "Well… I think I hear a couple of morphs coming this way…" A grin appeared on Dave's face.
"It's about damn time. Hope those morphs are ready to face a real chal-"
"Dave! Get the girl up the fire escape on to the roof of the building and use the rooftops to head back home." I commanded, heading towards the street, looking over the alley corner to see what was heading our way.
"What?" Dave asked. "But I was getting ready to-"
"Dave! Get the hell away from here!" I shouted. The boy sighed and gave me a worried look before finally doing as he was told; he grabbed the girl and forced her up the ladder. "Tricky, go with them." I order my Pokémon.
"What?" The little fox yelled. "Why? You'll be murdered if the morphs catch you!"
"Tricky this is no time to argue. Make sure Dave and the girl get back to the Ruins save and sound. Don't worry, I'll be fine. See you home, Trick." The fox looked at me for a moment… a worried and somewhat frightened look stood affixed on the Vulpix's muzzle… then he nodded and scurried over to Dave, who carried him up the ladder… leaving me alone in a dark alley, far from home.
However something's been bothering me… Where are all the citizens of New Morph? Other than the three bugs, a fat Grumpig and a Vulpix in white fur, I haven't seen any morphs on the streets… What the hell's going on around here? …Something just doesn't add up…
Focus Taylor! This isn't the time nor the place to be thinking about that. I have stay focused on getting the hell out of this city and get back to the Ruins.
(Main POV)
(Downtown, New Morph City)
14:34 hours
Carly was exhausted. Her legs felt like wet noodles and she honestly didn't think she could go on anymore. She collapsed right then and there in the middle of the sidewalk, hyperventilating. 'Damn… that human's pretty good at running… maybe if I wasn't already tired from wondering around this damn labyrinth of a city…' The white furred Vulpix morph mentally complained.
Unknown to the fire fox, in the alleyway right next to her was the human she's been following. The human hid behind a dumpster, had his knife drawn and was ready to attack and kill the girl if need be.
Mark looked at the exhausted Vulpix girl that lay heavily breathing on the sidewalk. True she didn't seem all that bad and looked very innocent and maybe even kind of cute… but Mark had nearly been killed by many 'cute' and 'innocent' morphs before…
"Hey you!" A voice suddenly shouted. "What are you doing out here?" A Police Houndoom asked in growl, grabbing Carly's arm and forcing her back onto her feet. "Don't you know that there's a city wide curfew in affect?" The hound asked.
"Wh-what?" Carly innocently asked. "A curfew?" The Vulpix repeated.
'A curfew?' Mark mentally repeated. 'Well that explains the empty streets… but why? And how can you force a large city such as New Morph to just stop what they're doing and head home with asking why or by whose orders?'
The Vulpix was thinking the exact same thing as Mark; she even asked the Houndoom who called for the curfew. "We got direct orders from the Governor of North America himself. He's even sent in an army battalion to ensure the curfew is enforced. This city is to be put under immediate lockdown until farther notice, by rule of the governor of North America." The police hound answered.
"Why?" Carly simply asked. Out of nowhere, the police officer opened his muzzle and fired a strong Flamethrower attack into the alley where Mark was hiding in. The human thought he'd been discovered if it wasn't for the fact that the flames missed him and hit a target a few feet from him.
Once the dog finished his attack, he entered the alleyway. Mark's heart raced with each step the Houndoom took. He felt as if the mutt was on to him, that he knew Mark had been hiding behind that dumpster and was just toying with him… delaying the inevitable just drive the human insane.
The dog actually walked past the dumpster and Mark to show Carly what he had hit. Carly quickly followed behind him, curious as to why he suddenly attacked the alleyway. "Pest control," The dog simply answered the white fox's question, pointing to a burnt Rattata.
Though Carly was still a little confused, Mark got the message perfectly… The lockdown is being used as an excuse to finally rid themselves of all humans… But if that's the case then why force people into their homes and keep them locked up inside their own houses? No… there must be another reason…?
However Mark really didn't have the time to wonder about this… after all there are two Pokémorphs standing right in front of him. And as luck would have it, Carly started asking questions again… giving Mark enough time to slip out of the alleyway and back on to the streets. This would prove to be an almost fatal mistake.
Out of nowhere, a helicopter appeared over head, hovered right above Mark and shouted "FREEZE HUMAN SCUM!" though a loud mega phone. The two morphs in the alleyway quickly turned to see the human standing out in the open, in broad daylight underneath the chopper.
Using blinding speeds to catch the human before he could attempt an escape, the Houndoom caught Mark by his neck and lift him up with one paw, glaring at the human with his blood red eyes.
"So… this is the infamous human boy that has been a pain in our tails for so very long…" The hound took on whiff of the boy and spat. "You're very scent is enough to make one vomit… in fact it left a rotten taste in my mouth."
The boy just let out a weak laugh. "Coming from the species that rolls around in garbage? How insulting." Mark managed to cough out through the morph's tight grip. The boy had a sneer that told the hound he had a plan, when in reality it was just a bluff. Mark himself knew that he was screwed.
The fire morph growled and tightened his grip, wanting to feel the human's windpipe crush in his paw. Mark cried in pain… he could feel the claws piercing the skin on neck. He could feel the morph's grip closing his windpipe and found it increasing harder to breath with each passing second… Could this be it? Is it finally over? After all this time cheating death has Mark's luck finally run out?
Behind the two was a scared out of her mind Vulpix girl who was horrified as to what she was seeing. 'Oh… my… This… this is just… words cannot even be to describe how awful this is…' Carly solemnly thought as she watched the human being strangled to dead. 'M-maybe I can reason with this man…' That idea was quickly shot down when she remembered the Rattata the police officer had fried.
Carly wanted to help, she really did, but felt powerless under the circumstances. The police officer was obviously stronger than her, none of her attacks would affect the hound in the slightest and who knows what's hiding in that helicopter. So the white Vulpix just stood there with tear filled eyes, praying that human's death would be quick.
"Ace break up the party with Whirlwind!" A voice shouted. Suddenly a fierce gale blow in, literally forcing the helicopter into a building and blowing the morph and human apart, Carly was also blown to the ground but managed to look up to see the source of the attack. It was a lone Pidgey.
"What?" The Houndoom shouted when he saw the bird. "How?" The morph growled.
"Yo princess!" A voice yelled from behind the dog. As soon as the police office turned around a knife entered chest. The morph fell to knees in shock and placed his paws onto the ground in a futile effort to stay off of the floor. It wasn't too long before the Houndoom gave up, fell to the floor and died.
Mark quickly got to his feet and was prepared to fight that Houndoom in fair fight, or at least in fight where he isn't being held by his neck, only to find that the mutt was already dead… who killed the morph?
"Hey Taylor!" Someone tapped Mark's shoulder. Quickly, he turned around and instinctively threw a punch… hitting Dave in the face causing the teenage boy to fall back.
"OW! What the hell? I save your ass and this is how you pay me back? Ugh, next time I'm letting the morphs skin ya alive." Dave grunted, rubbing his cheek with one hand while the other recalled his Pokémon partner into his Pokéball.
"D-Dave?" Mark called his friend. "What the hell are you doing here? I told you to take the girl and Tricky back to the Ruins… so how did you-"
"Before you even ask, we came down the fire escape on the other side of the building we climbed." Dave explained pointing at an alleyway in front of them. Tricky and the pet human both emerged from the alley and walked up to the two boys.
"Mark!" Tricky called. "You okay? I saw what damn morph did to you and… kinda felt… a little…" Tricky's voice trailed off… the little fox not wanting to admit he was worried.
Mark just shook his head and chuckled. "Come on, Tricky, it's like you don't even know me! No morph in the world can stop me!" Mark shouted padding his chest with a closed fist. Dave just rolled his eyes. 'What an asshole. If it wasn't for me, you'd be morph chow.' He thought, looking at Mark. "I can take whatever they can throw at me!" Mark shouted into the sky.
As Mark's luck would have it, another helicopter, one armed with rockets flew over the area. It seemed to have missed the humans but circled around to confirm the crash site of their comrades.
"…Mark…" Tricky fearfully called the human.
"God damn my luck. EVERYONE RUN LIKE HELL!" Mark shouted, signaling everyone in their little group to run away from the area.
(Sometime later)
(Abandoned New Morph Harbor front)
The four had made it to the entrance of the secret tunnel leading to the Manhattan Ruins with little problems, but tons of questions. Throughout the entire city, they found Imperial soldiers on every corner, armored vehicles driving down the streets and even heard fighter jets flying over head.
"Damn Taylor… you must've REALLY pissed them off for them to call in the military on ya." Dave commented, watching a fighter jet circle around the ruined island. "Seriously… look at all this, man…"
"I don't know, this seems a little excessive for catching a human… even if it is Mark." Tricky pointed out. "I mean a small squad of well trained soldiers, yeah that sounds kinda reasonable… but an entire army?" Tricky narrowed his amber eyes. "Something's not right…"
"Guys, we can think about that when we get home… right now we have to make sure that we're not being followed… if the Imperial Soldiers see us and this tunnel…" Mark didn't finish his sentence as the sound of rotating rotors grew louder and louder.
"Hide!" Everyone ducked into the debris and shadows of the old abandoned warehouses to avoid being seen by the flying machine. The helicopter just passed over them and head out to sea… where a battleship was stationed miles from shore.
"…You know, I never understood why morph use armored vehicles or guns." Dave suddenly said. "I mean seriously, what the hell? They have powers of there own, some of them have wings of their own, and they can lift tanks and crap like with one hand or paw or whatever. So what's with the all the tech?"
"…Is that really important now?" Mark asked.
"No… but I'm just curious… ya know?" Dave sighed.
"Whatever, let's just go already!" Mark said, heading for the hidden door of the tunnel. "We're heading home A-S-A-NOW!" Mark opened the door and led the human girl and Tricky in… Dave looked back from where they came from.
"Dave!" Mark called his childhood friend. Dave shook his head and entered the tunnel, Mark closed and locked the door from inside the tunnel and ran after his friends.
Unknown to the humans… a lone figure had been following them and watched everything that happened to them. The figure quickly opened the door to the tunnel and followed them into the Ruins.
Dave does have a point... since when do Morphs use guns and military equipment? They have their powers to fall back on. So why bother with guns?
But who was that figure that followed Mark and his friends down the tunnel? Looks like Mark's got some real hard times heading his way... wonder who would win in a fight, an Imperial Morph or Mark?
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