Pokèmon: Vengeance

Steelburg City

George snarled as pure rage overtook his mind. Baby Doll, the Pokèmon who had stood by his side for years and years, who held his scaly heart in her hands, lay crumpled on the sooty ground like a bloody tissue. Those Vitium fuckers had taken her from him once before, and now they had done it again before he could tell her how he felt.

He felt the small paws of Amicus on his back as the Sylveon tried to calm him down. But the Haxorus couldn't hear his words anymore. All he heard was his beating heart in his ears.

He roared out in rage before charging, mauling grunts left and right. Nothing but the blood of those that did him and his friends wrong could satiate his rage. His eyes came across the two administrators in charge of the mission, and his target was set.

Poppy ran from the vengeful behemoth, calling all troops to regroup. The smell of fear came off of her in waves as she made it through the exit before George got her. She didn't give a Ratata's ass if Larkspur made it out or not. Her own life was at stake.

The other admin didn't run away. Instead, he charged head on at the dragon, an ancient battle cry rising from his throat. The human grabbed George by the horns and threw him onto the ground with a surprising amount of strength. The dragon was too stunned to get back up, staring at this small transgender man before him.

"You dumb ass," he scolded. "You almost crushed her."

"Y-You're... you're an admin..."

Larkspur shook his head. "Not any more, big guy. My plans need me here." He turned to look at Baby Doll's body. "Go to her, you big lug. She's not dead yet."

George got up immediately and ran to her side, gently picking her limp body up in his claws. "B-Baby...?"

"George..." She gasped weakly, looking up at him. She smiled tiredly and reached up to caress his cheek. "You're back..."

He nuzzled her hand. "Baby, I'm sorry... I shoulda protected you..."

"But you needed protecting... who was going to protect you...?" Her breathing started to slow. "George... I love you..."

"I love you too, Baby..." He had started crying. "Don't leave me...!"

The Medicham gave a soft chuckle before her eyes fell closed for the last time, a soft exhale signaling her death. He held her tightly as he mourned, his wailing roars echoing through Steelburg. Benny, Amicus, and Larkspur tried to comfort him, but the trainer knew how he felt. This pain would never go away. It would only dull over time.

Team Vitium Headquarters

"What do you mean, you lost the dragon?!" Schwall yelled into the phone, his eye blazing. "You were supposed to kill it!"

"M-Master, I'm sorry!" Poppy stammered on the other end. "B-But we got the boy! And we found something else you'd like to know!"

His eyes narrowed. "At least you can get more than that damned tranny Larkspur. Now what is it?"

"Actually, it's about her. She's a spy."

"A WHAT?!" He slammed his fist on the desk in anger. "How do you know?!"

"His Arcanine that he said 'ran away' was with Fairchild." She paused for a moment. "We don't know who he is working for, sir."

"Then fucking find out or I use you as my next test subject, you fucking whore!" He slammed the phone into the receiver angrily as he hung up. "How could I let a spy get in?! HOW?!"

His Chansey came over with some tea, a cheerful smile on its partially metal face. "Use the traitor for your sadistic pleasures, master!"

He smirked at it. "I believe I shall. You certainly have good ideas."

"Thank you, master!"