Bonnie is still in her coma. And things... haven't gotten better. It has just become worse. She is in a coma and no matter what happens she'll never wake up. But they keep hoping the doctor will be able to find a cure for this condition. Bonnie's brother and father are devastated, and so are her friends, who have lost someone dear. Max, still visits. He talks to her, tells her about his day, whole bunch of stuff. He just longs for the chance to tell her everything...and for her to actually be able to listen. Max looks at the contract card on the the table. How long has it been? Weeks? Months? No. Things aren't that desperate. He didn't need a wish then, And he doesn't need one now. Bonnie will get better. She has to. Because if she doesn't, well...Max doesn't know.
"Nobody move!" A gunshot echoed through the room. A man shot the ceiling of the bank and was ready to shoot anyone in his way. He was gonna get his money, and no one was gonna stop him. He walked towards the group as they all cowered in fear and hid behind each other. He stopped a few feet away from them and laughed at the group's futile attempt to hide. "Haha I told you guys. You should have just stayed where you were." he said. "You think you can run from me?" "Freeze!" A voice yells from behind. The Robber turns around ready to fire, only to be met with a gun straight on his chest. "Ah Sh-
How many years ago was that? Marx couldn't remember. Now he was rotting in this cell and he had no way out. He was gonna have to wait the 50 years. It's not like he had that long though. He heard footsteps approaching his cell as a guard stopped in front of him, unlocking the door. "Marx Jonas? Your parole has been approved. You're free to go." The guard's snubbull growled at him as they escorted Marx to the front. So many people and Pokémon have been taken here under, many, many charges. Marx was given street clothes and a little bit of money upon entry to the BOP office. He was ready to walk out the door, ready to walk back into life when-
"Witnesses say they saw an armored man walk through the prison, slaughtering all in his way. No one was safe, guards, prisoners, staff. Unfortunately, very few were left alive. However the unlucky majority, like one Marx Jonas, were left to be killed by this monster. This is Denise Spradley on Hoenn Nightly. Good Night, and stay safe."Max turned off the TV. He picked up the Driver and stared at it. Bonnie was waiting. If he just sat here, more would die...
Max stood in front of his mirror. If he was right...
He held the card up high.
..."took you long enough"
"Took me a while to learn that I had...things to fight for."
"Well then. Let's begin."
Max's chest armor, thigh armor, boots, and gloves turned a light gold color, the scalp part of his helmet turned a fiery red, a blue crown and a golden horn emerged from the helmet, the spandex turned a dark navy blue, and a small ponytail emerged from the helmet's back. The contract with Keldeo was made. Max, no, Kamen Rider Keldeo was ready to take what was his. And this time, he wouldn't back down.