I awoke, head aching as if I'd just been thrown through a psychic blender head first.

Groggily, I took the quilt covering me and shoved it off. I'm a peaceful sleeper- I move rarely in my sleep.

Unless I happen to be worried about something.

I can tell that my sleep wasn't peaceful even if I don't remember it.

My proof? The condition of the bed, the quilt that was chaotically strangling the life out of my right leg and my stomach.

I had not slept peacefully at all.

Untangling the quilt from my body had mentally tasked me enough that my mind had waked up a little.

I just shoved the quilt off of the bed, leaving it on the floor.

It seems rebellion, no matter how immature, was fair game for me.

I must be more tired than I thought.

I decided to check what I still had, so I took the blue bag that had fallen off of my bed during my sleep and poured it's contents on the white sheet covering the mattress of the bed I had slept on.

Carefully, I organised what I had in piles of what each thing was.

Six Pokeballs, three Oran berries, an Ether (What would that even be used for? What does PP translate to in reality? More thoughts for later) and three potions.

Several useful items...

For a Pokemon.

Not for me.

I looked around in the small room I had been 'assigned' to for slumber, two doors and no windows, a table in the corner with a chair beneath it and a bed.

Pretty plain, but understandable.

Sighing, I got off of the bed. Stretching, I walked to the second door, the first being the one I had entered in from last night.

I took the bag of my shit with me, just in case.

Inside was a toilet, bath, bath mirror and the assorted items you'd find on a bathroom sink (a toothbrush, some toothpaste, soap and a wash cloth).

I don't think I need to describe going through the daily motions- brush your teeth and all that-, but what I will say is after so long without one, a bath is heavenly.

When I was done I put on the same old clothes, not really having much of a choice in the matter, and picked up my things.

I left the bathroom to find Neo sitting on the oak(?) table and doing something with a phone.

Probably just texting, or spying on me.

I'm not sure which is more suspicious.

What is suspicious is how she knew I was awake.

I tried not to think about it.

I coughed lightly, making a show of doing so, waiting for Neo to tell me why she was here.

Her only response was putting up a hand, the universal symbol of 'calm the fuck down and stop'.

I was unamused.

Huffing and glaring was either not a very nice look for me, or it annoyed her because the second she looked at me she frowned and 'tapped' me on the nose.

I say tapped, but really it was more like a shove that sent me right back onto the bed and I'm pretty sure broke my nose.

Thankfully, after a quick check, my nose wasn't bleeding.

Only sore as fuck.

"Fuck you". I hissed, cradling my face as I tried -and failed- to glare at her while pushing every bit of anger I possible could through it.

She just smirked.

I hate her, I hate her so much.

When my face stopped being so sore, I got back up. After watching me get up, still rubbing my nose cause that shit was still not painless, it was fucking ow incarnate. Neo opened the door and left.

Quickly I gathered my one belonging, a blue bag containing some shit, and left to follow her.

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Walking through the... base? I guess that's what this is. Yeah, walking through this base wasn't a pleasant experience.

Too many people staring at me from behind their white masks.

Know that I could actually observe them without running like fuck, I noticed that most of their masks had an animal motif going on.

Nice.

I suspected that their staring wasn't curiosity, but instead glares of hate, but I wasn't actually able to confirm that.

The joys of anonymity!

It didn't take long for me to see where I was being led. Rubbing my groggy eyes, I looked around. I had been led to a rather big room with a large thing I presumed to be aircraft laying in the middle, from what I saw it looked like the kind of aircraft that goes up before moving anywhere else, if I was remembering it right the term was VTOL.

Probably wrong there, but I couldn't muster the fucks to give a shit with both how tired I still was and how frustrated I was.

The pain in my nose had faded a bit, so at least I had that going for me.

I pointed at the thing, then was surprised when my mental question was answered by -guess who?- Roman fucking Torchwick.

Still hate him more than a lemon squirt to the eye, but that's besides the point.

"That, my friend", he gripped my shoulder like he was my father or something, the thought only annoyed me even more and filled me with a little melancholy, "Is a Bullhead. Now", he took his hand off me and brandished his cane towards a door on the other side of the hanger, "we still have a few hours till launch, so I need you to go put on something presentable for when we go, seriously, look at yourself! I've had something arranged for you."

Wishing he would shut up, I shuffled out of the room, the lack of food was something that was only aggravating me as much as weakening me.

And then my stomach started grumbling.

For fucks sake.

I opened the door and was greeted by a masked man who, almost immediately, shoved a black suit in my arms and just left without a word.

Rude son of a bitch.

Ignoring the mans behaviour, I took the suit and, after checking for any cameras or prying eyes, just in case, stripped and put on the suit.

It was a simple thing, a black suit with a white shirt and collar as well as a black tie.

It was the thing you gave a businessman for a meeting that you only just found out about last week, simple but smart.

I felt sobered up a little just from wearing it, it was a strange effect. I checked a mirror, adjusting the tie a little before finally being content. After fixing my tie, I folded the clothes Maki had gotten for me and place them in the bag, making sure to put the berries and potions over it while leaving the Pokeballs beneath it for the sake of hiding them, even if it was rather pointless.

I wasn't an idiot, I was aware that they'd likely already checked my shit.

I went back into the hangar, the bag in my hand as I entered.

No fanfare or anything, just some nameless masked man who shall now be labelled Mook One telling me to "follow him and not do any funny business".

It's not like I had a choice, if I did attempt any "funny business" they'd either kill me or her.

All things considered, it was probably going to be both if I did something wrong. I was clay in that arrogant bastard Torchwicks hands and there was fuck all I could do about it.

I didn't know where he was keeping Blossom, I couldn't get her and escape.

I would have to do what he says if I wanted to see her again.

Mook One and I arrived at the place that I was apparently needed.

It was another hangar-like area, except instead of a 'Bullhead' there was some weird, really big van.

Like, mammoth in size.

Torchwick, the man who I probably hated the most here (except maybe Neo, not sure who I hate more), came out of nowhere and promptly forced me into the back of the van with his cane.

Not really in a position to argue, I got in and strapped into one of the grey seats in it's back only to find that the thing was apparently soundproofed.

Then the engine started up, it was the last thing I heard for what felt like the better half of the fucking day.

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At some point, I had fallen asleep in the van.

I know this because I awoke to Neo slapping me in the face.

"The fuck!?" I hissed, more out of confusion than actual anger.

"Kid, we're here".

For once Roman's voice wasn't aggravating me.

I unbuckled my seat belt and picked up the blue bag that had fallen to the floor in my sleep.

"Hey kid, Why'd you bring that?" He asked, pointing at my bag as if I was an idiot who couldn't understand a simple fucking question!

Yep, still hated him.

"Did you plan on taking me back to your little base camp carrot top?" I asked back, injecting as much venom as I could into my words.

He frowned a little, before rolling his eyes and then replying with the tone of a man explaining something to someone who doesn't know any better.

"Well kid, there wasn't going to be a plan like that, I was just curious".

Yep, fucking hate him.

Wait, was he being sarcastic or?

I don't even know.

I grumbled as I followed him, a check of my surroundings telling me little apart from the fact that it was a forest, little else.

Torchwick and Neo weren't necessarily on edge, but they were a little wary. While they were busy leading me to... where ever it was we were going, I looked up.

I have never feared the night sky so much.

When I looked up, it was to a shattered moon, not as in it was cracked or anything, but pieces of it were floating near the impact zone of whatever had fucking shattered the damn thing.

I stopped looking at the sky almost immediately.

I... didn't want to think about it.

'Out of sight out of mind, out of sight out of mind' I chanted mentally as I followed Neo and Torchwick on autopilot.

What the fuck could shatter the moon?

Magic? Accidental missile? Super Villains gambit? Dr Evil?

Wait, last two were pretty much the same.

Well, either way, the only thing I got from that was I really did not know the setting, at all.

Shattered moon? Nothing came to mind for a setting with one.

It scared me, it scared me to not know anything about where I was. The only difference now between how I was minutes ago is that I now know that I know nothing, before I only suspected it.

There's a difference between knowing and knowing after all.

I now knew without a doubt I was in a foreign setting, a truly foreign world that I knew nothing about.

The prospect was both a scary and exciting one.

After recovering a little more from my small panic attack, I realised that we had arrived, or at least I think we had, at the place.

It was a wall, a really fuck-off huge one that stretched higher than I could see.

"Where the fuck are we?"

Roman turned to me, his cane was thrust into the sky as he spoke.

"This is one of the many walls of Vale, we are going to be scaling it today!"

Wait, what does he mean by scale?

Neo was suddenly walking beside me, a mischievous grin on her face that left me feeling very suspicious and more than a little scared.

"What do you mean 'scale'?" I asked, attempting to steady my voice.

When I turned to Roman he was attempting to stifle his own laughter, a hook in hand.

There was also a hook in Neo's hand, when I followed the ropes following both I found that they led up, and that a line of rope was hanging above me.

I had moments to look at my torso, finding a leather band-like thing covering it, before I was whipped into the air at ridiculous speed, a speed that stole my breath and voice as the world below turned into a grey blur.

I felt like I couldn't breathe- My chest was being crushed-

Suddenly, we stopped and I was left hanging in the air by my torso, my ribs aching as I breathed in as quickly and rapidly as possible.

I was looking down, the drop was a very big one.

I just stared, frozen.

I think I broke something.

It took me a while to hear that bastard laughing, my hearing had just vanished for a moment, when it came back my ears were ringing, but fading away slowly.

When I looked at Roman, his fucking laughter, I flipped him the bird and glared as hard as I could, hoping he'd get the message.

He just laughed even harder.

Prick.

While mister prick was laughing as if he didn't need to breathe, I saw Neo standing there by his side, that same arrogant sneer on her face sprinkled with amusement.

"Resisting urge to hit the Candy Bitch". I growled out, too angry to stop myself.

Surprisingly, I didn't get hit for that one.

Just a very, very unhappy looking scowl thrown my way

So here I am, hanging off of some weird hook attached to a leather belt and being moved so that I could be dropped and killed without much fuss.

I really wish my mind would stop being so hyperactive.

After being brought up, we all got lowered down, before we did I got to look at Vale and the wall.

Holy Jesus Christ on a zeppelin, this place is huge.

I mean, I couldn't even see the end of it from here, it was just a sea of vaguely modern looking buildings, there were tubes containing what looked like trains above everything else, held up by metal poles that towered above the city itself.

I couldn't even see anything but roofs and the occasional peak at the streets below.

Why the fuck is it so big?!

"Roman, over these past few hours, I have decided a few things about you, The first is I hate everything about you and what you stand for, the second is that the only exceptions are getting me the opportunity to see this and your style of clothing".

"Oh? What about my charming personality?"

My response was quick and filled with venom.

"Your personality reminds me of a cactus molded from shit and I hate you for it".

For the rest of the slow journey downwards into Vale there was silence.

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We had spent the few hours doing two things, the first was regrouping with the hands Torchwick was talking about, we went to this club, pretty crowded, nice place, owner was called Junior.

Music wasn't for me though.

We basically entered, took some men and split into two groups, Neo and Torchwick were apparently going to different places while I was going with Torchwick as a 'hand'.

We left the club, one of the men was carrying a suitcase by my side.

Despite Roman apparently being smart (news to me) he had decided to give me a gun.

It had a few rounds from what he told me, but I was still confused on why he had given me one.

Was he durable enough to take a bullet to the face? I'd rather not find out, even with how much I hated him.

I knew nothing, for all I knew (actually, it was my leading guess) he was a mob boss or crime lord.

I have a feeling that this place isn't exactly 'normal' either.

Broken moon and massive city surrounded by fuck off massive forest? Yeah, somethings up there.

Whether what was up could make normal people extraordinary though?

Now that was a good question.

We arrived a little at a place called 'From Dust Till Dawn', I wasn't going to question the name or the old man inside.

Torchwick went through a little villains speech sort of dealio, then told us to 'get the dust'.

I, unsure of what the fuck I was actually meant to be doing, copied the other guys, taking a capsule from the suitcase that had been placed on the old mans desk and bringing it to these big glass containers strapped to a wall.

The extraction process was fairly easy, the problem was turning the fucker off.

Oh, wait, it does it by itself.

Nevermind.

Job complete, I took the capsule and put it into the suitcase.

"Ok boys, it's t-" Roman was cut off when something was thrown past him, nearly hitting him in the side as it crashed against a wall.

"The hell was that!" One of the hired 'hands' shouted.

Another went into the lane the guy had been thrown out of and pointed a gun at something I couldn't see.

He was then out of site.

"Freeze!" Yeah, my hopes for that guys survival just dropped to nil.

I could hear some mumbling from behind the wall that blocked whoever he was talking to from site.

I wasn't going to bother trying to help this dude.

And then he was thrown through a window. When I peered outside that window? Some kid in a Victorian style dress with red being the main color and an equally red cloak behind her.

If this was a story then this would probably be the 'heroine'.

If this was the case then we were all fucked. I wasn't one to leave this sort of thing to chance.

"Torchwick, we might want to leave". I said, not looking at her as I addressed him.

He turned to me for a moment, then laughed.

"What? Scared of a little girl kid?"

Honestly, yes I was.

I tore the suitcase from the glass table.

"Yeah, how are we getting out of here?"

I think the panic in my voice had an effect on him, he was acting a bit different now.

"Ok kid, if you're really that scared of her go up there". He pointed towards a roof and the ladder going up it.

"I'll meet you up there in a bit kid".

I nodded towards him and exited the building, not wanting to draw any attention from... Red girl? Yeah, that works for now.

As I was climbing, I could hear explosions down below but decided not to see what was going on, instead focusing on moving.

I got to the top without any problems, then Torchwick's voice came from down the ladder.

"Kid, get moving!"

"Where to?!" I asked in response, getting to my feet and holding the suitcase and the blue bag in each hand as I did so.

"The Bullhead should be here soon!" He shouted back as he got onto the roof.

I beat him to the edge of the building. After placing the blue bag in the same hand as the suitcase I took the pistol he had given me earlier, pointing it towards the ladder.

Because it was the cool thing to do, Red girl flew over the roof, landing with her... ok, what the fuck is this? She was holding a scythe that was like, twice her height!

Was that a gun magazine? What the fuck!?

Ok, the people here were 'special'.

Hope she ain't bulletproof.

I found myself too stunned to actually shoot her, so I was just pointing a gun at her without actually shooting.

"Ok, seriously, what the ever-loving christ is that thing!?" I asked, motioning towards her scythe-thing.

I was ignored.

"Little red, little red", Roman muttered as the Bullhead came up, I only realised it had a bit after and ended up grabbing the edge of it without being able to pull myself up.

I am a weak as shit, especially in the arms.

I couldn't pull myself up.

Roman took me by the arm and pulled me up, taking the suitcase from me as he threw a red crystal over his shoulder.

I tightened my grip on my bag, turning to look at the girl below.

I didn't understand what he was doing, too busy trying to get my balance. Then he gripped me by the shoulder.

"For what it's worth kid, I'm sorry you had to find out this way". No, bad Roman, you better not be doing what I think you're doing.

He put me in front of him, staring at me intently as he said it.

"Your friend is dead".

I froze.

And then I fell.

The last thing I remember seeing was something purple going right past me as I fell, fell.

Fell.

Very little thought was able to go through my mind while I went hurtling towards the ground.

It was a painless, quick death.