Hello There Potential Viewers, My name's [REDACTED]. I've been itching to put my metaphorical hat into the ring and writing my own story to see how it goes. I've got absolutely NO idea what I'm doing, as this is my first time writing a story, so I'm up for criticism.

Well, If you actually came to read this because of the description, I'll shut up now. Enjoy the crap I've mixed up in a cauldron that I call a story.

"sample text": normal/human speech

'sample text': poke speech

"sample text": Telepathy (that's probably the word for it)

sample text is getting old: inward thoughts or emphasis on a word

BIG BOLDED LETTERS: time, location, POV, Messages from the author

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon

CHAPTER 1: A Day Like No Other Day

POV:?

"Can't fucking believe it", I said to myself. I was currently walking down a hallway. I carried his brand new M16 rifle in his hands, a Glock 17 pistol in a holster, and a combat knife on the other side of his body. I had other gear, but nothing too important to list. This prick really decided to waste all his ammo on a room of hostages...

I hated this guy. Guts, beliefs, choice of words, skin color, you name it. There was everything wrong with him. Granted, I wasn't much better as I was one of his partners in horrific crimes, but at least I had common sense!

We Six had been hired by some assholes in cloaks to shoot up a school and to inject nine of those kids with these special shots they had designed to go into some kind of injector. They wouldn't tell us what that'd do, but the reward for doing that was definitely enough to keep all of our mouths' shut.

We could have done this in fifteen minutes, but nooooo! Someone had to go on a killing spree for shits and gigs! I swear, if he weren't a rogue, I'd have my hands at his throat without a second thought. I was currently heading over to rogue 6's area to get him some more ammo, since he decided that it'd be nice to paint the walls red.

As I casually walked to the room he said he was at, I thought about how easy the school made it for us. They're told to wait inside the school's classrooms and to never shut the doors. That means the rogues didn't have to deal with a load of heroes that would get in the way. Though I had to break into one to Inject all of the shots I was given.

Now, at the door of the room rogue 6 was in, I kicked the door open to scare any students left in the room. I never thought I'd regret doing that...

4:15 a.m, Monday. January 20th

POV: Lux Rilvo

I woke up before the sun was up, just like every other day. I didn't know why that happens, but it seemed that my body denied me a full 8 hours of sleep every day. I had tried sleeping pills, but I missed class the next day so I decided against using them again.

Fuck... I thought to himself. My body was still sore from the previous day's strenuous exercise. I was in football, and I was a pretty decent lineman if I do say so myself. Seems I didn't sleep correctly last night, my back was killing me.

Ah well, I'm awake. Time to make this day just like every other day. As I got up, I looked over to my brother. Of course he wasn't awake. It's way early in the friggin' morning. Fuck you brain or whatever wakes me up! My brother, Jack, Had Black hair and brown eyes, just like me. Funny enough, we weren't twins, but we were exactly one year apart. Both born on October 10th, Jack was 16 and I was 15. None of us made a big deal about sharing birthdays, 'cause it's all we ever did.

Enough about me and my brother. I got up and walked to the restroom to change into some jeans and a black shirt. I then ready breakfast and got three cups of coffee ready. Jack could be a real asshole if he doesn't get caffeine in him first thing in the morning. By the time It got to around 7 a.m., my mom came out of her room. She was slightly short, bad dark blonde hair, and brown eyes.

"Good morning Lux" She said.

"Morning Mom" I replied.

"You really need to stop waking up so early" she let out a yawn with that.

"I know, but it's not like I'm trying to wake up that early. It just happens" I hand her one of the mugs of coffee.

"I know. I just wish you could sleep in like your brother"

As if on cue, Jack came out of the room with his blanked over his shoulders. He said something, but it sounded more like grunting than anything else.

"Morning to you too, Jack" I said as i handed him his mug as well.

He nods appreciatively and heads back to his room to get himself ready for school. We were both exited for heading back to school. Granted, we had to wear masks and distance ourselves, but it's still school. Jack came back, wearing jeans and a white shirt with a gray jacket, and ate his breakfast with the little time he had left before mom and I left without him. We head out the door and into the car so mom can drive us to school.

As we came to a stop, I looked at the same boring school i had gone to last year. It was surrounded by a parking lot, small single room buildings we call portables, two fields for baseball, and a football field. The main building just looked like a glorified cube to me, 2 story building with the name and mascot plastered to the front of it. It wasn't anything too crazy, as we were just one of the many schools in California.

"Love you guys" Mom said as we left the car.

"Love you too" we said.

10:56 a.m.

I was just sitting in my seat in English class, staring at the window. It was a decent view, being on the 2nd floor... As I did that, I noticed something interesting enough to grab my slight attention: six men in black hoods and ski masks coming out of a black van. Fuck, that looks super fucking suspicious. Maybe they're pulling a bit or something...

As I thought that, the men went to the trunk and opened it. My eyes widened at what i saw. M16's, fucking guns. GUNS! Holy FUCK! Now that's some real friggin' trouble! I screamed to everyone around me that I saw school shooters and to get away from the windows. Stupidly, several idiots did the opposite and went to the windows to take a peek. Five seconds later, 3 kids were shot in the head and dropped to the floor with blood spewing everywhere. Thankfully, the other idiots reacted fast enough to drop for cover as to not get blown to bits. As girls started screaming their heads off, I crawled my way to my teacher to get him to do something productive.

"Tell the other teachers what's going on. I'll call the police" I said, getting out my phone.

"I-I can't, rules are that I h-have to lock us in u-until police arrive" He stuttered out.

"God damn it man... wait what?" I said as my phone screen went purple.

It happened to everyone else who tried calling the police. A purple screen with a black sun symbol at the center. Damn, professionals? Rifles, masks, and a fucking phone jammer thing. Biggest question in my head: what's the fucking occasion?

20 Minutes Later

Gunshots could be heard in random intervals, followed by the fearful whimpers of the class. It seems like they got into about 6 classes, judging by the long breaks in-between the noises. Once the class got their shit sort of together, they huddled in the corners and behind desk, away from both the windows and doors. Likewise, I tried to sit in the corner but too many were there. I settled for getting a few desks and hiding behind a makeshift fortress in the middle of the room. This is bullshit! Just a bad roll of the metaphorical dice and we're dead! All we can do is hope they don-

My thoughts were cut off when I heard gunshots at the classroom's door. Girls screamed and the teacher tried to shush them but failed miserably. Once the man at the door started shooting at the door handle, the teacher rushed away from the kids and did his best to hide behind his desk. Once the man came through the door, he smiled at the group to his right. "Hiya Kids~!" he sung in a meniscal voice. He then proceeded to point his rifle at the largest group, and pulling the trigger.

Their bodies shook violently as the man in a ski mask unloaded his mag into the crowd. Once the corpses all fell to the ground, the shooter approached the pile and rummaged through all of the bodies. A boy and a girl tried to escape as he searched, but the man turned around and shot them with a pistol he had before they got out of the door. More screams were heard from the remaining girls in the class. "Agh! Shut up! You'll get your treatment soon!" he pointed the gun at the next crowd and they fell silent. A boy came to the front and shielded one of the girls from his sight. When they fell silent, the shooter simply turned back to the pile.

If I had any friends in that class, I would have been hugging them for dear life. I unfortunately had no such luxuries. Actually, I have absolutely no friends. I used to have a couple in grade school, but my family moved away because of financial issues. We did this repeatedly as I grew up, so I just kept to myself after a while. By the time I got to high school, everyone had their designated friend groups. Ah, It would've been nice to have friends... I shook my head of these thoughts. Like hell am I just gonna let myself be murdered! I've got to find a way out of this! I peeked out from my wall of desks for a moment to figure out where he was exactly.

He's got a gun, and I've got fuck all. He doesn't seem alight up in the head, judging by the way he greeted his... victims, ugh. Maybe if I made slow movements, he won't notice... I reached out from my cover to grab my bag. A few seconds and a good pull and I've pulled out of his vision. I begin to see if I had anything of use. Okay, 4 textbooks in my bag. probably bad for my back, but it'll have to act as my body armor... Wait! Am I really thinking of doing that?! I looked over at the man. He had selected the body of a girl, then began to... I'm not going to describe it. Needless to say, I was sickened at what he was doing Fuck it. I'm not just going to let a necrophiliac have his way with everyone. Who knows? I might buy enough time for everyone else to get out of here.

With the newfound resolve in my head, I sling the backpack onto my stomach and charge the man, making my belly the biggest target. He reacted by sloppily waving his arms and firing a shot right at my chest. Surprisingly, It didn't even get through all the books. Unfortunately, he was able to get a shot at my shoulder through. It wasn't enough to stop me. I tackle the man, then threw his rifle and pistol away.

I was beyond pissed. Even if they weren't friends, they were still someone else's friend. I'd hate myself If I didn't do everything I could to prevent that grief from happening. I raised my fist and began to beat the man. Grunts and screams echoed through the room. My classmates were to stunned to do anything other than watch. Maybe this shooter had some family, I thought to myself in-between blows . Maybe people would be sad if I were to end him here and now. Maybe he's doing this for a good reason. I slowed my punches as I thought about this.

Big mistake. The man found swiftly grabbed a knife from his jacket, then attempted to aim for my neck. Before he could end my life, I grabbed his hand with my own. The knife makes a deep cut in my hand before I force it into a complete stop. I grunt in pain, then use my other hand to punch the man in the jaw. His grip on the knife loosened, allowing me to fling the bloody knife to the other side of the room as well. I punched him again and jumped off of him to inspect the new injury. My hand stung, and It was bleeding a lot, but I had to bear with it for now. Pitying the man was a mistake, I thought. I can't just let him go If he had a family.

I glance at the surrounding corpses. They had family too... I look back at the shooter, who's slowly recovering from the beatdown. Even If he has a good reason, he killed my classmates. And he plans to kill me too from the looks of it. I brought my fist in front of me, preparing for the melee that was about to commence. No reason not to plan killing him myself.

He runs to me and puts all of his weight into his first hit. I'm not nimble or anything, so I couldn't dodge it in time if I tried. Instead, I bring my backpack to block the force of his punch. As he stumbles away, I land a heavy right hook on his face. He stumbles away again, but I didn't follow up. He might've still had a weapon on him, I had to be on the defensive if I wanted to live. But then again, I was furious with this man. Pain from my shoulder and hand told me to run away, but my anger told me to squash this guy. I didn't run away, but I didn't senselessly fight the guy. I still wanted to live, I knew my anger would cost me.

The man tries a new approach, quick jabs that I couldn't block in time. I took a few meaty hits to the face, but I tanked them as much as I could. Eventually, he became overconfident in his swiftness. He twirls around and attempts to kick my face. I was thinking clearly enough to see it coming, and used both hands to grab his leg. He made an "Oh shit" expression.

I summoned all of my strength for my next move. With a yell, I throw the shooter over my shoulder and into a few desk. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, which allowed me to continue the onslaught. The next minute consisted of me stomping on the mans head with everything I had. He screamed his head off, and tried to get up when I tired out. I throw my backpack at him, and he fell to the floor again. I was too pissed to slow down again, even when he stopped breathing. It wasn't until his head caved in when I came back to my senses.

I fell on my knees at the end of it, heavily breathing and covered in sweat and blood. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I just killed him, in a very brutal manner. It might have been in self defense, but it was still horrible. I was pretty sure my life was over, but that was If I was able to get away from the other shooters. Oh yeah, the other shooters...

I gave a frustrated sigh then recovered his equipment, covered in the Man and my classmates' blood. I obtained the rifle, obviously, the pistol, and the knife. He was also wearing some kind of body armor. Geez, these assholes were ready for fucking war. I decided to grab the rifle, knife and armor, but I took a minute to decide who would get the pistol. With the door busted, I can't just leave them without a weapon. I sighed, turning over to the crowd at the other side of the room. I decided to keep it simple and pointed at the boy at the front of the group. "you" I said, then waving at him to come over.

"Y-Yes?" He said, scarred at what he had to witness. Could it have been what this guy did? what I did? Both? whatever.

"take this," I handed him the pistol with the hand with the least blood. He looked at it and was confused. My expression darkened as I continued. "the door won't stay locked, as you saw. I need you to shoot any assholes like this down while I'm gone" What's with me today? Never in a million years would I think I'd be pulling a hero.

He reluctantly grabbed it and had a look of realization then concern "You're going out there?!" he said while keeping his voice down. "We can't take those guys on. That's suicide, man".

"I know, but it's better than nothing" I said as I checked my rifle for how much ammo's left. Half a mag and another one on the belt, good enough. "We can't contact the police, and they can open the doors while we sit here with our fingers up our asses. The best I can do is distract them while you guys find a way to contact authorities" Fuck! FUCK! I can't fucking believe this is happening. First, I kill a guy. Now I just offered myself as bait!

He just looked at me with sadness as he knows that's the best option "Fine, but I have one more question. Why'd you give me the gun? you could have given it to the teacher"

"You were at the front of the crowd there doing your best to shield who I'm assuming is your girlfriend from harm's way" As I said this, there was a visible blush on his face. "I already trust you better than the adult who hid behind a desk while his students were murdered before his eyes" I then point to the teacher, who looked down in shame.

"...Just... Be careful, you seem like a really good guy" He said. "By the way, I wanna know your name before this goes down. I'm Austin" He held a hand up.

"Lux" I then shook his hand. He flinched as my bloody hand came into contact with his own, but I ignored this. I then began to address the rest of the class "Alright guys, gals, whatever magical pronoun you go by" I got a couple of glares from the girls with dyed hair, and I grin at my own joke before continuing. "You're definitely not safe here or out there, but you can try looking for help while you're out there instead of doing nothing in here. I've got Austin here with a pistol to get rid of anyone who isn't you guys" Austin gave me a nod at that. "As a way to get you all to get the fuck out of here, I've decided to-"

"Rogue 6, you there?" a voice asked from a radio on the dead man, now identified as rogue 6. A radio in his pocket! Hmm, I wonder...

"Actually scratch that" I said to the class. I then picked up the radio and, in the best impersonation i had, said "Yes, Sir?" in rogue 6's voice. Then, to the class, I said "get out of here. I'll ambush him here. He still thinks his pal's alive."

"You don't have to call me Sir, 6, Just call me rogue 4. Anyways, have you finished your killing spree yet? I know you haven't injected one kid with that crap our client gave us yet" Rogue 4 said back while the class exited.

"Uhh, no 4. actually I ran out of ammo. Could you come over and get me another couple mags?" I asked while keeping up the charade. Okay, best chance I have is that ambush, now about those injections... I searched Rogue 6's body. I found two strange vials, both containing a glowing blue substance, and a sort of gun looking thing that seems to use the substance as ammunition.

An audible sigh came through the radio, "Fucking knew you'd waste all of it. Just tell me where you are so I don't have to go door by door"

"2nd floor. 3rd room to your right" I said. I shakily got up and rebuilt my desk fortress, lined with textbooks now that i know those can stop bullets if there are enough of them. Great, I'm practically fighting a war solo. All that's left to do is sit down and wait for the upcoming disaster. I hold my injured shoulder... with my injured arm. My injuries reminded me of my dead classmates, which in turn reminded me of my living classmates. I hope my class made it out, at least what's left of them...

I heard footsteps outside the door, and griped the rifle tighter. The door slammed open and I saw another man dressed like rogue 6. From that I knew that's probably rogue 4. Without a moment of hesitation, I pointed my rifle at the door and emptied my half of a mag on his body and then immediately hid behind my barricades to reload. I second later I heard gunshots firing and a few textbooks flying off of the makeshift wall I hid behind. Thank god I took cover. After that, I took aim for the man again. Looked like luck was on my side; the man was dead with four bullet wounds, all on his chest.

"Sounds like there's resistance upstairs, rogue 2 going after rogue 6 and 4" said a new voice on the radio. Shit, I've killed two bastards and all I get in return is another murderer coming my way! I hastily make my way to the other side of the stairs, because I figured the man heard me when I gave rogue 4 directions. Again, I was right on the money and the hooded man didn't even look back before proceeding to the door. All to do now was to kill this "rogue" person. So we've got this group of killers that have a group of 6 or more... Fuck, now I've got to kill the killer... again. I took aim and fired tree rounds into the man, forcing him to the ground instantly.

"Shit" I said to myself. That's around half of them, probably. God I hope this is enough of a distraction, they better be out of here alr- before he can finish that thought, I felt a stinging pain in my left thigh. I grunt in pain and look back to rogue 2. He had a pistol out and tried to finish me off with a couple more shots. Before he could do anything else, I landed one last shot on him before he succumbed to his wounds.

I've never been shot with a gun before this shooting started. This new gunshot wound only added to the pain I was already feeling. FUCK! That hurts! That's it! This better be enough of a distraction. I'm getting out of here before I have to take a bullet to the brains. Police better get here soon. I limped my way downstairs and to the exit with my gun to my side. As I left the building, I was greeted with three police men pointing guns at me. "Shit" I said. Oh boy, all the blood on me and the gun in my hands. If that doesn't say killer, I don't know what does. I drop the gun and knife to the ground, and slowly put my hands up. They slowly approached me as I thought about the killing I've done. There's no way in hell that I'm coming out of this clean. I'm a killer now... And a pretty good one at that. Either that was luck, or I was born to be in battle. I'd like to think it's the former. Unfortunately, it all didn't end there.

Before I could register what was going on, another rogue snuck up behind me and injected me with that strange blue fluid in the vials using the gun. He then used that arm to put me into a headlock and pulled a gun on me using his other hand. He then, rather shakily, turned to the police and screamed "Don't fucking move or I end this piece of shit!".

I grunt in frustration as I tried to fight out of his grip. "Says the piece of shit that's started all of this. I should just kill you right here, send you to hell with your other buddies. You assholes would just love that, would you?".

He tightens his hold on me until I struggled for air. "Shut it, brat! When we get out of here, you'll pay for what you did to the other Rogues!". I felt the pain from my neck steadily rising.

I struggled in his grasp, then had the bright Idea of going limp. Now, I'm not stupendously fat, but I was heavy nonetheless. As I fell down, he fell with me. I resummons the strength in my legs to shoot my body out of his arm. And it surprisingly worked! I was about to roll back up to my feet, but the pain from the injection increased tenfold. I scream in pain and fall to the ground again. That pain was worse than the gunshot! How is that possible? Is it from that Injection? Fuck! The rogue's still there! He was about to shoot me when the cops snapped out of their trances and started firing at the man. Fortunately, he went down before he could do any more harm. I shakily got back up as the cops turned to me.

They call for an ambulance to figure out what that injection was, then started talking to me. "You okay kid?" Said one cop in a deep voice

"Absolutely not," I replied holding my Neck. "Six men come up to the school, half my class got killed, I killed half of those men, and now I've got this damn pain in my neck to worry about!" I then scream as the pain intensifies again, forcing me back to the ground. They try to help me back up, but then drop me in surprise for some reason. The pain was so bad that It was actually knocking me out.

The last thing I remember was my hand in front of me, on the cold concrete floor as I slipped out of consciousness.