To all who read this chapter be warned. This chapter contains graphic details of a raping of a minor, sex, violence and mutilation. I have input an XXX sign at the beginning and end of the rape scene for those sensitive.
I did not write it lightly, and did so to help advance the story. I promise that the victim will receive the rehabilitation he needs and deserves later on.
I pushed hard on the left one, the door sliding open with very little bit of effort. As I stepped in, my eyes widened. Violet lighting flashed around a circular room, lighting the lewd and sexual acts which played out without abandon. Black tables with wooden barstools lined the walls, with tenders providing food and drink to the guests. Two long black drapes hid at the back of the room, and a single hallway led to what could only be the bathroom. In the center were three large circular stages with several orgies occurring around the room. On the center stage which was higher than the rest, a single trainer took on a group of Haxorus and Dragonite males, her lewd expressions and moans barely audible above the blaring bass from Caravan Palace's Lone Digger. Although I was only 15 years old, I had sneaked peaks at porn but was entirely unprepared for what I saw. Male on Male. Female on Male. Guys on Girl. Girls on guy. It blew my mind to see some of the Pokemon pictures I had accidently wandered upon, actually playing out in front of me. My eyes wandered around in shock as I watched humans and Pokemon alike intermingle. I could taste the lust in the air and it was extremely intoxicating. Exhaling hard, I focused in on my goal. Absol. She was likely in this place, and I needed to return her home. Wasting not another moment, I made my way towards a nearby seat. The moment I sat down, a Lucario sidled up. I glanced up and down, smirking slightly inside. The Aura Pokemon was dressed in a Nurse Joy cosplay gone wrong. Several parts were cut higher than normal, and exposed leg and skin for all to see. The Lucario who had approached was extremely attractive, for a Pokemon. The outfit clung tightly to its curves and accentuated them.
"Good afternoon, Master."
His masculine voice threw me off for a second, as I hadn't expected the plot twist. Crossplaying was something I had only heard of, never seen. In fact, if the fighting type hadn't spoken I might have confused him entirely for a girl.
"Hi," I replied cautiously.
"What may I get you, Master? I'm yours to abuse as you see fit."
My eyes narrowed, before glancing to the simple white paper which sat in front of me. It was filled in with beautifully written cursive. It took me several seconds to gaze through the drinks as I considered what my favorite flavors were. Although I had never drank before, I was cautious not to get any of the exotic drinks. I needed to be fully prepared in case things got out of hand.
"A shot of Raspberry Absolut Vodka," I said, watching as he nodded obediently and walked away quickly shaking his hips teasingly.
"I'll be back for you soon, Master."
What is with Pokemon and the M word?
My eyes wandered around the room as I returned to the task at hand. I did not have time to waste. My eyes searched high and low. As time continued on, my mind grew desensitized to the sex, and focused more on who was around me. As my eyes scanned the room, I caught sight of two things that peaked my curiousity. A Sawk and Throh sat at the back of the room, by the shades, with their arms crossed. Not only that but they were extremely defensive, turning away several inebriated people with force.
"Aw. How cute you are! You're really young too."
The voice I heard seemed to resonate in my head and I glanced up to notice two vivid red eyes staring into my own. I shifted slightly, coming face to face with every Pokephiliac's dream. A curvaceous and sexy Gardevoir hung onto my body, her bare body rubbing against my clothes. She licked my ear playfully, before pulling me out of my seat by my arm. Pressure on my brain increased, and I sensed that something was trying to pull my thoughts free of my mind.
"Come with me sweetie!"
"Bu…"
"He won't be coming back. As much as you wanted a drink, I wanted to meet you," she replied telepathically.
I grew tense as she started to search my memories, pushing me into the leather seat of a booth. She pursued me as I moved further into the chairs. Before I could stop her, she settled in my lap, forcefully grinding in my lap.
"So naïve. And attractive. Tell me…what's the Absol have to do with anything? I'm sure I could offer you a better time than her," she whispered sensually, leaning down until we were eye to eye. I could sense her searching, probing my mind for the answer, and I fought to keep my thoughts away from anything she might use against me. Almost immediately her eyes narrowed, and I sensed that she was being pushed back slightly. She was persistent though, and although I pushed her back, her method of attacks shifted rapidly giving me little leverage and I felt my strength fading rapidly.
"What did you do to Lucario?" I asked, wincing as she probed harder, causing my brain to throb in agony.
"I sent him to get fucked. Why so cold? What are you afraid of? Almost all the guys who open themselves to me have a good time," she said, smirking wider. Her strength was overwhelming and if I didn't do something drastic I would be her fuck toy. The mere idea, made me giggle, and her eyes widen.
And just like that the tables flipped. I could feel the energy she was using to try and tame me. My own mind held tight onto it, and I imagined sexual images and sent them directly to her, each one more stimulating and erotic than the first. Before either of us knew what happened, the connection broke, and she let out a loud moan, trembling against me. I smirked happily as she panted for her breath, and held her tightly. My crotch was stained with fluid, as her tongue hung out lewdly in shock.
"It's funny you asked about "THE" Absol."
"N...no one's ever countered my telepathy. It was sooo good. In fact…I don't think I can stand up. No guy has ever made me cum that much," she gushed, her arms weakly folded across her chest.
"Back on topic. The Absol. Where is she?"
Her eyes stared into mine. The lust, and domineering nature faded away, replaced with satisfaction and fear. The latter emotion grew wider as she could feel the rage pouring out of my body. Before I could grab her, she teleported across the table, and composed herself quickly. Our eyes focused in on each other.
"I'll give you the answer, but first…do you mind helping a girl out? I promise it'll be worth your while," she said, averting her eyes.
"Why don't you do it yourself?" I said, sighing heavily.
As I stood to leave, a single shot glass emerged in midair a little bit in front of my face. I sniffed the glass, recognizing the sweet scent of raspberries. I settled down, and took the drink toasting her politely. She settled into the booth, watching as I swallowed the fluid in one fierce gulp. The drink burned, and my face flushed under the influence of the alcohol, however I immensely enjoyed the taste.
"Tell me where she is. I need to know," I stated, shifting forward in my seat.
"If you want information it's going to cost you," she stated. I glanced to my watch. 30 Minutes past nine o clock. I had to find Absol and couldn't afford to waste any further time with this girl. I stood to leave, only for her to grab my wrist. I turned back, ready to attack, only to notice her eyes had gone from playful to dead serious.
"Let's make a deal. I'll tell you exactly where your friend is, if you help me out. I won't take too much of your time, I promise," she said, licking her lips. My eyes narrowed at the proposition.
"How hard is it?" I said, returning my seat to the warm leather.
"The reward is worth the trouble. You see not everyone here, likes to sleep around. I'm a bit of a slut, yet there are many who aren't. I know that many guys find my species attractive, and enjoy the attention. One of my friends is being held by some unsavory guys who take what they want and joke about it later. Help him and I'll tell you exactly where Absol is. Deal?"
I considered her offer, as she leaned back. Although turning her down was something I really wanted to do, out of spite for how she had acted towards me, I eventually relented. Being a ranger meant helping all lives, not just the ones I deemed worthy.
"Okay. Fine. Where can I find your friend?" I asked, standing up.
Her mind reached out to mine, and instead of attacking or searching, I felt her connect and drop a single image in my mind. Acting nonchalantly, I moved slowly, towards the bathroom. My mind raced over how to best approach the situation. Whatever I did, I would have to make sure to cover my steps. My eyes scanned the room, watching as several fighting types homed in on my position watching as I turned into the bathroom hall. Pushing on the wooden door, I was greeted with an expansive and well maintained bathroom. Golden faucets hung over marble countertops. On the right were eight urinals, along with over ten stalls on the left. Although we were in a seedy establishment, I still couldn't help but admire the linoleum and cleanliness of the space. The mirrors shone brightly, and even though the lights were dimmed for the festivities it was far brighter inside than out.
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A whine and several grunts caught my attention immediately, and I glanced down the row of stalls to the far end. I considered being loud, but the element of surprise would be better.
"That's right you little shit! Suck it! You know you like it."
"I think he just came!"
"HA! What a little slut!"
"Stop moving bitch!"
The conversation made my ears burn, but I remained calm. I followed the sounds to the final stall. The handicapped one, based on the size and the location of the stall. Pushing on the stall I realized it was locked.
Do I forcefully open it or do I try to sneak into it?
I eyed the stall next to it, and realized that such a prospect would leave me open. After I landed they would already be alert. Better to be proactive than reactive. My hand to hand combat with Mom and some others was about to pay off. Leaning down, I slid under the stall door as quietly and slowly as possible. Unaware the trio continued in on the fox, as I stood up my back against the wall. My eyes surveyed the scene, my stomach rolling at the sight. Three males surrounded a lone young male Fennekin. Blood dripped onto the ground as he was ravaged from all directions. The scent of cum filled the air, as I moved forward. The drunken men abused him, ignoring the tears, and cries of pain the boy beneath them emitted. With each thrust, and each movement, my anger grew. Unconsciously I moved until I was standing behind the tallest of the group, who turned to face me.
"Can I help you boy?" the older man said. He was obese by any standard, and abhorrent with an unshaved face, and shirt covered in his own puke. He leered down at me, his two hundred pound frame jiggling in my face. His scent was unbearable, and only fueled my decision to make every single one of them pay.
"I said-"
Grabbing his shoulder I pulled him and his penis free of the Fennekin's mouth with a smooth motion. His arm came up to punch me and I caught it swiftly ducking underneath. My free arm went to his head, slamming it into the stall door. My eyes flicked to my watch identifying the levels of my opponents. They were level 10's. Not normal, but weak enough that I was in control. My leg snapped to his knee, breaking the joint and dropping him to my level. He howled angrily, which I muffled with a quick strike to his throat. As he turned to throw another punch, I delivered a massive elbow to his nose breaking it. I wasted no more time with him, as on the return stroke, I knocked him unconscious with my left arm. He slumped into a pile, his arms splayed out.
I pulled my foot up and lashed out at his wrist, listening with gruesome satisfaction as the bones snapped in horrible fashion. He moaned in pain even in his unconscious state as his friends tried to ready themselves for me. They had since pulled free of the fox, who ran leaving me alone with the sadistic fucks.
"I'm sorry! We only did it because he said so!" the first man spoke, glancing to his friend. The two started arguing in front of me, trying to convince me that the other had started raping the fox which now huddled in the corner fearfully. I didn't care who started what. All I knew was that they had hurt the poor fire type and I was angry.
Wasting not another moment I threw a powerful thrust kick into the first guy's stomach watching as, the wall cratered around his body, threatening to explode into the next room, even as I pulled him free of the plaster. He muttered an apology, almost unconscious from the single strike, only for me to land a vicious left hook that broke his jaw spraying blood all over the clean floor. It hung gruesomely from his mouth by a small piece of skin, as I grabbed him by the head knocked him unconscious. The last guy made an attempt to take me out, his first two punches wild and completely missing their mark. As he threw another, I broke his arm in a swift movement, before taking him down to the ground. Driving my knee into his ribs I destroyed two of them, before raining several more blows to his head making him fall unconscious as well. I wanted to kill them; however, I needed to be discriminate about how I did things. The point was to simply make them suffer for the time being. They'd be out of commission for a long time. If I made too much racket the chances of me getting to Absol and getting away would be much lower. Taking my time I moved all three men into a pile in the corner. As I stared at the fat slob, I felt my rage burn hotter again. Grabbing a piece of the linoleum from the wall, I severed his penis from him, before throwing shoving it into his mouth. It'd be a nasty surprise to wake up to, and by the time they saved him there would be nothing they could do for the castration.
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Turning around I left as I had come, with no one the wiser, minus the thick blood which started to pool within the stall. I followed the stalls until I found the fox beside the one closest to the door. He eyed my approach apprehensively, looking to bolt if I decided to strike.
"Easy Fennekin. Come here," I whispered, kneeling down and clicking my tongue. He shivered more, and whined as I approached him inch by inch. Unfortunately I didn't have any treats or Pokeballs but I wanted to help the little guy. I could tell what Gardevoir meant.
"GO AWAY!" he barked at me.
"I don't want to harm you. I'm here since Gardevoir is concerned about you," I said, bowing my head low until my nose almost touched the deck. I remained quiet, and didn't move as I knew that if I showed submissiveness he would be more likely to come by me. After several minutes of silence, I was rewarded to him sniffing my hair. I remained motionless, for several more seconds, as he backed away, and sat down. I could tell by his ruffled orange fur that he was still extremely concerned. I couldn't blame him as I glanced back to the men I had taken down earlier.
"I'm not here to hurt you. If you want to be safe, I'd be happy to take you to the Pokemon Center when this is all done. I promise," I said, reaching for the door. Although I didn't want to leave the Fennekin here, I needed to find Absol. As I started towards the exit, I felt teeth implant themselves into my sock and pull hard. Smiling, I kneeled down, staring at the fire type. Within a moment, I found myself holding the pup close to my chest, as he nuzzled his muzzle under my head. I pet his fur, as I stepped out of the bathroom, and made my way back to my previous booth. As I sat down, I noticed Gardevoir was watching me with wide eyes
"I saw the premonition that you would return…but…how?"
I smirked, before clenching my fist.
"I'll tear this entire building to the ground. I need to know…"
Her eyes closed, as she tenderly accepted the pup from my arms soothing its cries.
"She's behind the curtains. There are a few rooms that are cages for those who are unwilling to cooperate. She's…with company."
"How many?" I demanded, my teeth clenching down as my emotion skyrocketed. There were people or Pokemon fucking my Kat? The Fennekin had made me mildly upset compared to this news.
"Two males."
I stood up from the table and started to move only to notice that Gardevoir was following me. I glanced down to the young pup, and I immediately felt shame in my stomach. I couldn't endanger them.
"This is my fight."
Her eyes grew downcast.
"Be careful. I don't know where you are from but there are some really dangerous guards in this area, that won't hesitate to put down any troublemakers. The enemies here would be far more challenging compared to what you already faced." She nodded towards the Sawk, who my watch immediately identified as level 50. Much higher than anyone in here including the level 37 Gardevoir in front of me. I could feel the concern pouring off of her body, and considered the threat implied by them. If these fighting types were as strong as she suggested, then perhaps I might be in more trouble than I could handle. Yet bringing another party into the fight, especially one employed at the establishment, would only make things worse. I considered my actions before speaking my opinion.
"I don't want to force you into any irrational actions yet. However if you would like, I can offer you some sanctuary at the Pokemon Center.I have a room there with my level 60 Primarina."
The two looked at each other before Gardevoir nodded.
"Okay. I can tell you are truly being sincere with us. I may have to repay you somehow," she said, leaning forward. I could tell she was truly attracted to me despite the gravity of current events. I nodded my head, and turned away.
"Regardless of what happens in this room, head straight there. Be careful and stay safe, okay? I'll try to follow if I can. Don't wait up."
I didn't turn around as I made my way forward, ignoring the change in partners on stage. Now a female trainer was being railed by a Nidoking. Although it appeared his member would not slide in without discomfort on both parties, the opposite appeared to be true. A bulge appeared in the girls abdomen, as she begged lewdly for more. I made it to the edge of the black curtain where a Sawk eyed me with distaste.
"I'm here for the party," I said, watching as he eyed me.
"Fifty thousand Pokedollars."
The number was excessive, but I reached into my pouch, and handed him my card. The fighting type slid the card, waiting for the green light before moving the curtain out of the way.
"If there is anything that displeases you, you are allowed to punish the merchandise. Any marks you leave behind though will be triple the entrance fee. Got it? If you get physical with any of the patrons, you'll deal with us or our boss. An trust me. No one wants that."
I nodded as I made my way into the rear hallway. It was brightly lit, and lined with rooms as far as the eye could see. The Psychic/Fairy type from earlier had given me three digits. 107. I started down the hallway, ignoring the cacophony of smacking flesh and moans, as my mind wrapped its head around the idea that others would pay just to come here. I wasn't sure if the act was legal by any standard but based off the quality of the area and design I could only assume there was a hidden demand for the'product.'
I let out a sigh, as I arrived at door numbered 107, and placed my hand on the knob. My mind flashed back to the first time we had met. It had been a wet stormy day. At the time she was alone being attacked by a swarm of spinaraks. My Brionne at the time had helped me stave them off and get her to safety. She was separated from her sister, and had been extremely reluctant to trust me until I fed and bathed memory filled me with heavy amounts of nostalgia. She had told me in the past that she was a bad luck charm, however I never regretted saving her or forming a bond with the Dark type. Grasping the knob hard, I twisted and entered the room. My eyes widened as I watched a trainer and Machamp spitroast my dark type. The two men glanced to me as I entered almost leisurely. Time seemingly came to a standstill, as I stared at the two males. My Absol's eyes were rolled up, and her paws curled as she orgasmed in front of me, on the two endowed sperm donors. Anger filled my stomach as I glanced towards the Pokemon trainer who came at my appearance, filling my companion with his seed, which dripped out of her gaping maw and onto the wood floor beneath. I faced the Machamp next, watching as it pulled free of my Pokemon's stretched hole, letting their combined fluids spill out of her body and onto the floor. Moving forward, I closed the distance in a second. As I gawked at my teammate, I could see the extensive damage from the last fight had not worn off in the slightest. Her sickle which sat on her head, was broken off towards the top, having been shattered trying to protect me. Several bruises and whip marks surrounded her body, yet the most surprising thing lay around her neck. A tube with a single bell surrounded the delicate flesh of her neck. Inside the plastic, a light pink fluid sloshed as my Absol twitched from the recent sexual experience.
"MORE! MORE! I want your cock! Give it to me please!" she begged. I was taken aback as the Pokemon flipped onto her belly, and drug herself towards me, sexually swaying her hips back and forth.
"Katherine. It's me!" I whispered, kneeling down. My eyes watered even more with rage, as I caressed her face. Despite being a mere foot from me, it appeared that lust had overcome even her most basic needs. I stared at her stomach noticing the slight loss in weight. In fact, I could easily make out her rib cage through her yellow stained fur. I could only imagine what colored her skin. For a moment it appeared that she recognized me, past the drugs. Her eyes which were pink returned to their normal color.
"K-kyle…Ugh!"
Like a switch the tube whirred to life, and her eyes regained the pink color, returning her to a sex slave high on aphrodisiac.
Pushing my disgust down, the Machamp grabbed me by my shoulder.
"Hey pal. You have to wait your turn. My trainer and I aren't done with this little fuck toy…"
"I've got you girl…"I whispered, tears in my eyes. I watched them spill over and roll down her cheek. If I hadn't arrived when I did, there was no telling what might have happened. My stomach did a somersault at the thought as I started walking away. I considered my options. If I assaulted these guys, I'd put her in even more danger. I needed to get out of dodge as fast as possible. Which meant, that for now they would get to live. I ran towards the door, and opened it swiftly, before dashing down the hallway. I heard calls for me to stop from behind, but kept moving forward. I had her, so now I had to get free. I followed the signs for the exit. I moved down the next hallway, turning down another, only for a single ribbon to wind around my leg and launch me into the air. My body rolled around my teammate, as I slammed hard onto the ground gasping for breath. I rolled upwards just as another long cloth slammed at where I had been destroying the carpet in the process.
"Come on! Please…I'll let you fuck me in the ass too! Oh just give it to me!" Kat whispered sluttily in my ear. I ignored her as best I could as a sole Mienshao approached me menacingly. The Mienshao was a level 62. Stronger than me and already had caught me unawares.
"Oooh. Another 'hero'? You look stronger than the others I've killed. I do hope you'll make this interesting," she spoke advancing. She was quick to deduce that I was trying to save her. She was also extremely strong. It showed in the way her muscles curled and the sleeves moved back and forth. If I prolonged this fight it would not be in my best interests. Tapping Absol gently with my foot, she slid behind me giving me space to work without putting her in harm's way. The Mienshao closed the distance in a second swinging her extensions in swiping movements. Focusing on her shoulders, I anticipated her slashes, dodging in and out with relative ease much to her dismay. We continued to dance before she launched herself at me knee raised. I recognized the move and ducked quickly, watching as she yelped in pain as she slammed into the wall next to Kat. Dashing to her defense, one of her whips bore a wound from shoulder to lower hip, drawing blood. I cried out in agony, but covered Kat in the retreat as I came back up ready to fight. In the millisecond our eyes met, my Dark type recognized me again, the pink fading momentarily. Pushing her back out of the way, I ducked under a sweep before countering with my own set of punches. She dodged the first few, leading her into my side kick. The attack made her winded, but the fighting type recovered quickly to my dismay.
"Not bad."
I ignored her jest and focused on the fight to the exclusion of all else. Her fur was quick to strike around me, and I kept moving constantly weaving in and out. A single furry extension pierced my shoulder making me cry out.
"Got you."
Her taunt reminded me of why I was here, and before she could retreat, I grabbed the weapon and pulled her in by it. Throwing a turn kick, I watched her forehead slam into the wall, as she rolled, out of the way of my next attack. She pulled free of my grasp, and blood dripped from the wound. Feral looks passed between us, as we huffed for air.
Fear gripped my chest as a Sawk and a Medicham appeared from behind her, making my chances of escape worse. I backed up slowly, pushing Absol back with each step as I analyzed my next move. As my back touched glass, I glanced downwards. A one story drop. Tolerable.
"Give it up. Even if you jump it won't save you. I'll take you out here and NOW!"
She closed the three foot distance in a single bound, her paw sweeping downward. Pushing exhaustion aside, I dedicated my entire being into the dance, knowing a single slip up would lead to both our captures. In the hallway there was very little room to move, but I used what I could. As her extension missed me, I delivered to two swift punches aimed at the middle of her, blocking her next few kicks with my forearms. I held my ground as she proceeded to try and bring me down, her attacks almost invisible to me. A single gash opened up over my eye as she landed from a nasty kick. My eyes saw the opportunity and I delivered the strongest punch I could into the small of her back. She cried out, grasping at the small of her back, even as I pulled her into me, using her own fur as a lever. Putting all my effort into the one strike, I delivered a single fist into her gut, sending her rolling towards the Sawk and Medicham. Before they could stop me, I turned around swiftly, grabbed my friend and launched myself out the window. The glass cut me in several places before I impacted the brick wall across the alley. I bounced off the building across the alley and then the fire escape before landing awkwardly on my right leg. My ankle screamed in agony as I put all my weight and momentum into it but I ignored the pain and righted myself quickly. I stuck the landing and had enough time to shift my hold on my friend before I turned around.
I DON'T HAVE TIME. THEY ARE GOING TO FOLLOW ME.
Looking back at where I had come from, I watched as Mienshao approached the opening, her paw pressed against her side. For a second we watched each other. I could almost taste the anger in her gaze as she stared at me. For a second I was worried she'd come after me. Instead she turned away, moving back into the depths of her building. As I turned to walk towards the opening to the street, I let out a hiss of air. My ankle had twisted pretty bad when I landed. Blood obscured my vision a little bit, as I hobbled out of the damp passage and back into the street lights. A single woman with a tall hat and rain coat brushed past me from behind, forcing me to stumble a little bit.
"P-Pokemon center," I mumbled forcefully. I had somewhere to be. Adjusting my grasp, I ignored Kat's cries for sex and focused on getting to safety. As I took my first step, my senses warned me of danger incoming and I turned to strike the hidden opponent coming face to face with Gardevoir. She slid under my arm and pulled me up with a free arm. She supported my weight with her shoulder while she cradled the fox in her free arm.
"You got lucky. Kim rarely gives up," she said, dragging me along side her. I kept my mouth shut, holding Kat closer to me. I wasn't out. I was in a mild amount of discomfort, but would live after a good night's rest.
"Let's go," she whispered, pushing me deeper into the crowd. Her arm intertwined itself with mine as she guided me down the street blindly. A gash from my tumble poured blood down my face from the wound.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"If you abandon that line of work-"
"I'm more concerned with helping you get to safety. The repercussions can be discussed over a warm meal and after a good night's rest."
We both understood where we were going at this point and made sure to keep moving, and keep our heads down. We disguised ourselves as best we could, moving through dark alleys and other side streets to avoid drawing attention to our predicament. As we neared sanctuary, two Team Magma grunts emerged from the crowd, blocking our way to the Orange Domed building.
My gaze turned furious as I glanced to Gardevoir. Wasting not a single moment, I let go of my companion and unwillingly laid Kat into her arms. I hated to let her go, but right now I had to make sure she got their safely. I groaned as they took their positions. No matter how hard I tried to avoid it trouble was always following me.
"Take her and go. Get Nurse Joy to look her over. I'll be right behind you."
The male grunt on the left pulled out a Pokeball and my eyes narrowed. Fighting in my worn and cut up condition wasn't something I looked forward to however, I'd do whatever needed to be done. She was safe now and that was all that mattered at this current time. I was positive it was my Absol. The broken horn confirmed it for me.
"Kyle Bredeson. Mewtwo heard you knocked out the grunts he sent to take you down in Unova. He'll be extremely pleased when we deliver your cut off head to his doorstep. Isn't that right?" he asked the younger female standing to his right.
"You betcha."
Glancing down at myself I took a moment to assess my current physical condition. Although I had twisted my ankle, a hole in my shoulder and a gash over my left eye from the fall, I was overall ready to keep fighting if need be.
"I'm not letting you hurt them," I stated curling my fingers into fists.
"Big talk. You're barely standing up. What are you gonna do? Spit on us?" the girl taunted. Lobbing them gently, both trainers released two Houndooms from their Pokeballs. The two Dark/Fire types circled in opposite directions, snarling maliciously. My Pokewatch beeped twice alerting me of the levels of the Pokemon thrown out, my eyes narrowing with concern. Two level 35 Houndooms was a bit more than I would be able to handle normally. Even slightly damaged, they were still going in fully fresh while I had already gotten into two scuffles in the past hour. I winced as the punch from earlier made me cough up a little blood. I was exhausted, and on unsteady feet already. I was facing an unfair fight yes but I didn't have a choice. I wouldn't just roll over and die as they hoped.
"Flame thrower!" Both trainers cried out simultaneously. As both jaws opened up, I dashed left, running in an arc around the two dogs. I ignored the searing heat which threatened to overwhelm me, and managed to place the closest dog inbetween me and his brethren. He yelped as the flames singed him from his fellow dog, who shut his maw quickly realizing its mistake.
"Watch it!" the male Houndoom barked, threatening the other.
"Sor-" the feminine one whined.
I closed the distance in two strides, swiftly wrapping my arm around the Houndoom's head and rolling onto my back. My legs locked around it's abdomen as I started to constrict the Dark type with every fiber of my being. I cried out in pain as the free one bit into my bad arm trying to free her comrade but I tightened my grasp and squeezed harder. The canine wriggled in my steel grasp, gasping for breath with each second that passed. I cried out in agony as the Houndoom attached to my hand heated their fangs up and bit harder trying to free the other.
"YOU BASTARD!"
My eyes glanced to one of the trainers who pulled a handgun out, and aimed it at me. My eyes narrowed and I twisted swiftly, at the exact moment the gun fired. The round penetrated Houndoom's chest before slamming into my lower right side. I gasped as it tore into me, dealing severe damage and knocking the wind out of my chest. Red hot pain filled my gut, as my shorts filled with vermillion blood. Ignoring the pain, I let go of the Dark Type, my eyes filling with tears. Concern for its wellbeing was short lived, as I remembered the hand gun. Rolling sideways, as another round hit the concrete, I rushed the assailant, throwing the hardest turn kick I could muster at the man's face. Before he could respond, my brutal strike slammed into the fleshy side of his neck which snapped loudly. His body collapsed as the signals to his brain were cut off from the brain. I shifted my weight and turned to the other grunt whose eyes widened in shock. We stared at each other in silence for a long time. Glancing left, my eyes widened as the other Houndoom nudged the injured one. The male coughed up blood, as the other shifted it. I turned to the female, who remained motionless, her eyes wide with dread.
Ignoring my own safety, I ran to the injured Pokemon, intent on trying to help as best I could.
"I'm sorry,"I whispered to it, watching as its eyes came onto me. At first it growled, lowly, but whined immediately.
"D-don't be. I was only following orders," he stated, with a gurgle as blood filled his lungs.
"I didn't want to kill anyone here," I solemnly said. I had been trying to incapacitate. Not murder. The female whined louder, as she stared at him.
"I don't blame you," he replied with a sad smile. "I love you Jewel. Don't hurt him. The grunts are to blame. They don't treat our kind right."
My eyes widened with the realization that the pair had been a couple. Her eyes misted up before she nodded at me.
"You're free to go," she whispered, turning her gaze upon the female who backed away fearfully.
"YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME!" she screamed dashing forward. I considered taking the male into the Pokemon center, yet knew it was too late. The vacant stare in his eyes let me know so. As the adrenaline left my body, and the full extent of my wounds set in, I fell to a knee, gasping. I could only watch as the Houndoom murdered the Team Magma Grunt without hesitation or fear of the repercussions. My heart felt for her, even as my eyelids fluttered. I was losing too much blood. Putting a hand to my gut, I limped through the door of the Pokemon Center, and stared at the bewildered Nurse Joy. She looked me over once, before grabbing me with a firm grasp, and supporting my weight.
"Chansey! Get room 109 prepared."
My breathing grew more labored with each second. I had achieved my goal of saving Kat, but now I was too exhausted to go see her.
"You're fine. Everything appears to be superficial including that shoulder," she said, examining me as I hung off her shoulder.
"T-that's good to hear," I panted, trying to remain upright.
"Just a little beat up and tired. Go ahead and rest. Chansey and I can take care of the wounds. You'll be right as rain tomorrow morning," she said, pulling me forward with very little effort.
"Mhmmm," I replied. We finished the trek to the room in silence, with her supporting me by my belt, and me trying hard to remain upright. As we crossed the doorway into my room, I fell onto the bed with a loud 'THUMP'. My head hit the pillow and I fell into a long dreamless sleep.