Part 3: Unexpected Allies Part A
Legends
of Team Rocket
Written by DK
Part 3:
Unexpected Allies Part A
(Part one
of a four-part series)
KEY:
{Pokémon speech.}
[Telepathic speech.]
Thoughts.
Kyle
[Kyle]
[Kyle]
A voice in my head. Not
familiarwhat's it coming from? Head
spinningcan't sense what it is
[Kylethat is your
name, right?]
Regaining my senses a bit, I
almost laughed aloud. The thing telepathing with me didn't
even know my name, or was unsure. Either way, it was pretty
pitiful for a psychic. I should have sensed it right away; but
the creature seemed psychically cloaked somehow, and I
couldn't penetrate its defenses. No matter. I will find out
as soon as it states its business with me.
I could tell by the pitch
blackness that my eyes were closed. I stirred a bit, my brain
screaming at my neck muscles to move. They didn't.
I tried moving my head. Pain!
I tried to move my fingers. More pain, this time in my arm. My
entire body was not responding. Excellent.
[I've been waiting
for you, Kyle.]
Vainly I tried to communicate
with the being. Concentrating with all of my might, I finally
managed to transport myself to the astral plane. There, almost
camouflaged against the background of shifting darkness, was the
outline of a mysterious figure. I could already tell that the
thing wasn't a human. More like a Pokémon, a Psychic
Pokémon. But its shape gave me no clues. It looked nothing like
anything my Pokédex had ever identified.
I squinted harder, but my
eyelids simply refused to open fully. Rubbing them furiously, I
reached out with my psychic senses, probing. The unmoving figure
allowed me to. It was completely fearless.
The figure was actually
nothing more than a free-floating face with unattached hands and
feet, no arms or legs. Two yellow orbs glowed eerily in the
shadows surrounding its body like a poisonous gas. More probing
led me to the assumption that this wasn't a Psychic Pokémon
at all, but a Ghost Pokémon. And yet, its psychic power was
immense! Greatly surpassing my own. I must've seemed like a
tiny gnat compared to it.
[I know youbut you
don't know me.]
The voice was more audible
and clear now. It wasn't loud at all, but there was
something to the voice that commanded fear and respect. It was
indeed the strongest Pokémon I'd ever encountered. And yet
I showed no signs of backing down. While it was considerably
stronger than I was, I felt no presence of violent or evil
intent. Rather, I was soothed and relaxed.
[Yeah,] I managed to croak.
[Whowhat are you?]
The being chuckled.
[You'll find out soon enough]
[Wait!] I yelled. The voice
was fading away, the being was disappearing, fading from the
astral plane to the real world. I found myself returning also, my
thoughts being interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Kyle."
"Yeahwhat?"
Brain telling muscles to movethey were working! Yes! Slowly
I dragged myself up from the hard ground on which I'd been
resting and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
Through my blurry vision I
caught a glimpse of a tall figure, dressed in a loose-fitting
green vest, a golden-yellow shirt, and faded jeans. Its back to
me, looking out over the horizon as the first welcoming rays of
the sun peeked out through the clouds. A ray of light struck the
side of the figure's face and I quickly recognized Jin, my
best friend, with a faraway look in his eyes. His brown hair hung
loose and the wind blew it to the side like a long chestnut
streamer, Blade Cap in hand.
Summoning my psychic powers,
I teleported to his side, yawning and finishing my morning
scratches.
He turned to me and smiled
faintly. "Have a nice rest?"
I only snorted in reply and
continued to stretch.
"You were out for
awhile."
I glared at him. "If it
wasn't for your temper tantrum"
He raised a hand to silence
me and produced a small gadget with a see-through screen taking
up most of its front.
"You can bitch about my
temper later, but I found this among the ruins of my house,
buried under some ashes. It's got a message." Jin
pressed his right index finger onto a small rectangle on the
device and a pale green light scanned his fingerprint. Obviously
it was a match, because the little machine whirred to life. A bit
of static crackled across the screen before a clear image was
displayed.
Both of us recognized the
rugged, well-chiseled face. It was Giovanni of Team Rocket
himself.
"Hello, Jin. By the time
you read this message, your parents will have joined your
ancestors." He couldn't help but allow a cruel smile to
spread on his face. "You probably don't know the fact
that you had a brother."
Jin's eyes widened.
Apparently he did not know this little tidbit of information.
Neither did I.
"He was taken from your
family at birth, separated from you. I personally warned them
that I would be coming for you later. They forgot my precaution,
and thus were destroyed."
Jin's eyes narrowed with
pure hatred. "Murdering bastard" he whispered
softly, almost inaudible.
"I apologize for not
discussing this matter with you personally, for you were not
home. But, if you find the whereabouts of my headquarters which
I'm sure won't be very difficult, I will by more than
happy to talk with you about this situation." He smirked.
"I'll be waiting for you." The screen blinked
twice before going black.
As soon as the little cinema
was over Jin crushed the machine with his bare hand, sparks and
springs flying out of his tightly clenched fist before he dropped
the mangled contraption to the dirt and ground out the remains
with his shoe. He looked away at the sky for awhile before
speaking. I knew the importance of silence in a crisis like this.
I reviewed the facts quickly. Jin had a brother taken from
birtha twin? But why would Giovanni take him? And why
didn't Jin's parents heed the warning? Giovanni was a
ruthless leader, no doubt, but he wasn't a liar.
"That bastard is going
to pay," Jin stated calmly, but his still-clenched hand,
quivering with rage, betrayed his peaceful expression. "When
I get through with him, he won't even have a body left to be
buried, I swear."
I looked at him closely. He
wasn't joking.
I squinted up at the sky, the
rising sun casting its morning light across the beautiful
landscape. Then back at him. His face was stony, his expression
like a statue's. A man without a home. Without family.
Nothing except the Blade Cap. And me.
He watched the horizon for
awhile, then said at length, "Well, looks like we're
gonna pay Giovanni a little visit. Coming, Kyle?"
I grinned. "No way am I
passing up a golden opportunity like this. Besides, we're
going to need all the help we can get."
Jin nodded. "Agreed.
We'll set out tomorrow morning. C'mon, let's get
back to your house and start packing." With that, he
disappeared into the distance in a cloud of dust. Coughing and
waving the smoke away from my face, I took one last look at the
small pile of broken machinery.
"Kiss your wretched life
goodbye, Giovanni."
*=*=*=*=*
Jin began walking at a steady
pace, like a machine, while Kyle tagged along meekly behind. No
matter how many times he tried to eject the burning image from
his head, he couldn't. The damage was permanent. He'd
never see his parents ever again.
As for his brother, he
didn't even know he existed. Giovanni could be lying. Or
maybe they took him and killed him instantly. Jin knew Giovanni
wouldn't recognize mercy if it came out and kicked him in
the nuts.
Uncontrollably, a surge of
energy traveled through Jin's arm into his hand, exploding
forth in the form of a giant neon beam. It decimated a nearby
tree and proceeded to penetrate more inanimate objects before
disappearing.
He felt better. He felt
worse.
Sighing, he slowed down his
pace. He'd arrived where he knew he'd be able to get
some information out of some Rockets. Every major metropolis on
Earth was teeming with Team Rocket members. News reporters,
actors, musicians, even the cute blonde cashier working at the
McDonald's down the street were all Rockets. His brow
furrowed with silent anger as he stepped into the tavern, nearly
slamming the door in Kyle's face.
The stench of smoke plagued
his nostrils immediately, and he coughed. The place was
sickening, but he knew he had to forebear this.
His keen, emerald eyes darted
left and right, searching for a security guard. He knew long ago
that the police force had dissolved and Team Rocket now enforced
law. Jin's lip curled up dismissively. Giovanni had cleverly
concealed his inner workings under this
good-intention-organization façade. Idiot. You can keep it
up as long as you want, Giovanni, he said to himself. But
you can't hide your lies forever.
He walked up nonchalantly to
the traditionally blue-uniformed Rocket officer standing guard
there. "I've got an appointment with your boss,"
Jin informed him. He was careful not to speak Giovanni's
name; it was forbidden. He could easily be arrested for that.
"I'd like to know where I can find him."
The tall man built like a
Rhydon stared down at him and Jin could just see the gears in his
brain turning. Finally, the man asked, "Is your name
Jin?"
Jin's face was
expressionless. "It is."
The man turned around.
"Follow me." He began to head towards the western
corner of the room. No one else seemed to be paying attention to
the two, so Kyle followed closely behind, when his psychic alarm
went off.
"Jin, wait!" he
shouted at his retreating back. "It's a trap!"
Apparently Jin hadn't heard, because he just continued to
walk further with the policeman. Shaking his head in disgust,
Kyle was about to tell him telepathically when the two
disappeared into a narrow doorway. The wary psychic hastened his
step to find the steel door slammed in his face. The click of a
lock reached his ears.
"Dammit!" he
cursed, then teleported inside.
*=*=*=*=*
Jin
I stood staring at four
gigantic men, so huge each of them were at least three times my
size. Their towering shadows easily covered both Kyle and me. I
stared hard at the Rocket officer who'd led me into this
trap, but he simply shrugged.
"Just following
orders," was his excuse as he exited the room, leaving
me—suddenly I felt Kyle teleporting to my side; nevermind, Kyle
and me—to deal with these hulking behemoths. Each wore
similar uniforms with large white R's greatly in contrast
against their solid-black shirts and pants.
The agent farthest to the
left, the shortest of the bunch but obviously the leader, stepped
up. I cautiously backed away a few steps, quickly formulating a
plan in my mind to somehow escape this ambush.
"We've got orders
to test you, kid," the agent said in a booming voice, easily
carrying to the four corners of the small, enclosed room.
"From the head boss himself. Says he wants to see exactly
what you're made of." The Rocket's mouth tilted in
a wicked sneer. "We'll see if you're half as good
as your brother."
At the mention of my
brother's name, my body immediately locked up. It was an
unfamiliar subject that I'd never discussed with my parents,
and I still felt uneasy knowing that I had a brotherjudging
by what the Rocket said, maintaining a position in the Rocket
hierarchy.
"There isn't a
doubt in my mind," Kyle replied angrily.
The Rocket turned to lock
eyes with my African-American pal. "So you're the
psychic." The Rocket's eyes were cold and menacing.
"We happen to specialize in battling psychics. Just a
warning." With that, he raised his arm, and the team of
Rockets surged forward.
They were much faster than
I'd suspected. Way fast! I'd clearly underestimated
them. Considering my incredible speed, these giants
should've been going in slow motion. Not my luck.
The agent farthest to the
right raised his hand, and there was a brief glow of dark energy
before he cast an energy ball forth, disappearing inches from my
body as Kyle's psychic shield took the harsh blow. Smirking,
the agent now raised both hands and fired another blast, this
time much more powerful. The barrier held, but Kyle reeled from
the power. As I rushed to his aid, the two middle agents stepped
forward, taking advantage of the distraction. It was their turn
now.
Two black blurs converged
upon me.
A swing to my left! No time
to think, only time to react on instinct. Raising my right arm, I
parried the powerful blow with my forearm. Immediately I felt
pain searing up my arm and I clenched my teeth as I blocked
hundreds of lightning-quick blows, the dull thuds of bone against
bone amazingly loud. But while these two agents seemed to be
using only a fraction of their strength, I was fighting with
everything I had.
As my arms grew sore they
began to quicken the pace, gaining the advantage. More pain
caused my brain to cough, and I struggled against these two
warriors. Suddenly an image of Giovanni flashed in my mind. That
ruthless killer! I'd get revenge, I'd sworn it, and I
couldn't be defeated in my first battle. Setting my jaw, new
strength coursed through my limbs and I launched myself at them
like a lion released from its cage.
The first man's eyes
widened in shock as my fist slammed into his abdomen, and as his
breath expelled harshly from his lungs I went in for another
blow. Didn't happen. His partner-in-arms defended the blow
with ease and counterattacked with a lightning-fast back swing
kick. I hadn't been expecting it and his spinning heel
caught me square in the jaw, knocking me down. Pain!
Rubbing my sore jaw, I
quickly jumped to my feet, only to be assaulted again.
"Hmmm, not bad,"
the first one remarked to the second. "Not as fast as Blade,
but fast enough. Runs in their blood."
The second one agreed.
"True. But we should finish this job quickly. The Boss
isn't a patient man, and he has no time to deal with weak
fools like these two."
Weak fools? I
sneered. I'd show them how weak I was.
"Blade Cap,
activate!" As the two agents watched in amusement, a
blinding flash of neon light lit the room and a glowing green
sword was clutched in my hand. Two long, golden wings extended
from the exquisite handle, and my hair, free from imprisonment,
flowed freely over my face. I pushed it to the side and grinned.
"Now you'll see just how weak I really am."
In answer, the two men drew
their own swords with metallic rings, crouching into fighting
stances, and awaited my first move.
I sneered. "The weakest
throw the last punch!" I yelled as I charged forward in a
blur, Blade Cap outstretched. This was it. No more playing. No
more running. And, I couldn't help but think of Giovanni as
our blades clashed with a shower of brilliant sparks: No
turning back.
Kyle
I saw a flash of green to my
left and I glanced in that direction to find Jin still duking it
out with the two agents, sweat pouring down his brow like rain
after a Slowpoke's yawn. Realizing that he wouldn't
last much longer against two powerhouse fighters, I quickly
turned back to the battle at hand. The Dark agent fired another
Shadow Ball at me, but I easily swatted it aside with a psychic
hand. Then I snatched him up, squeezing the marrow out of his
bones when the leader of the band raised his right hand. I sensed
the movement and whipped my hand to the left just as a huge beam
of dark energy passed through the very space my psychic hand
occupied milliseconds earlier.
[I see what you meant earlier
by dealing with psychics,] I admitted.
The man only let out a cackle
and turned his arm in my direction. "Oh, we're just
getting started."
He then fired a series of
small black beams from his hand in all different directions,
creating a sort of spread effect. I suspected that the beams were
more deadly than they appeared to be, and prepared to deflect
them with a psychic mirror. But then I felt a sudden pain in my
head and realized my captive agent was still alive and kicking.
Rejecting the psychic blast with one of my own, I proceeded to
throttle him harder, this time hurling him into the wall where he
crashed straight through, incapacitated for the moment.
The Rocket leader used this
distraction to his advantage, spraying his rapid-fire through the
shield and damaging me. On impact the dark beams were like nails
were being driven through every part of my body. My skin
wasn't punctured but hell, it felt like I was being
crucified. Yelling in pain, I teleported next to him and swung
with a psychic hand, catching him under the jaw and sending him
crashing into the opposite wall. Unfortunately, with superhuman
effort he broke free of my grasp and fired a small, thin beam
from his right finger, striking my hand squarely in the palm.
My entire hand went numb.
"Shit!" I cursed as
intense pain coursed up my arm. These Rocket agents weren't
to be trifled with, I could definitely see that. And to think
that I thought this would be an easy battle won. I
counterattacked with a beam of my own, one that simply bounced
off his body. Impossible! He must've had a barrier of some
sort set up. I suddenly sensed a body coming my way and
teleported to the opposite side of the room, just as I saw the
charred body of one of the Rocket fighters hit the wall with a
sickening splat and slid all the way down, his back decorating
the wall with blood. A gaping hole in his torso explained his
bloody death.
Jin's work, of course.
Filled with a new hope, I
swung as hard as I could with my other hand, missing him by
inches as he jumped nimbly out of the way. My fist went sailing
through the first of the two remaining walls. The room could
hardly be identified as a room anymore.
"Yaaah!" he shouted
as he threw out both hands, a large black ball forming between
his palms.
Not good, I thought
as I began to charge up a psychic blast of my own, one that
would, if connected, knock him out cold. But something told me
that this wouldn't be a duel I would win.
Jin
I threw another beam at the
remaining agent, just as powerful as the last. At the last moment
he summoned a barrier to protect himself, but it was quickly
shattered by the force of my beam and caught him in the torso.
The barrier had weakened the beam, but it still kept going and
took the agent, screaming, out of the last wall. He didn't
stop until he disappeared from sight.
Deftly I ripped a sleeve off
my shirt and wrapped it gingerly around my waist to stop the
blood flow of a large cut. My left hip was slashed deeply where
one of the agents' swords had ripped it open. I silently
cursed Giovanni and turned towards Kyle to see an amazing sight.
The Rocket leader and Kyle
were making full blast, each powering beams that were pushing
against the other, Kyle's a deep purple and the
Rocket's a midnight black. Each of the two men had a
determined look on their faces, and Kyle seemed to disappear
behind his gargantuan beam that seemed to grow in size, if that
were possible. But slowly, steadily, the Rocket's beam began
to inch towards Kyle. A bead of sweat popped out on his forehead.
I knew he wouldn't make it.
My eyes flashed. Time for
a team-up move
I rushed to his side in a
flash of green light and immediately began to power up a beam of
my own. I could feel the energy coursing through me, vibrating in
every inch of my being, directed into my own hands where I threw
them out in front of me with an animalistic cry and let
loose
The agent's eyes widened
for a split second as a dazzling white beam forced through his
own, splitting the beam in half and causing his beam to shoot in
two directions. There was a brilliant flash of light as his body,
hit by the enormous beam, was propelled violently
backwardsthen something gave and he felt his innards begin
to melt
*=*=*=*=*
Jin and Kyle stood there for
a few minutes, catching their breath and surveying the damage.
Each of them had a skirmish with Death, and they'd come out
fighting. But they both knew it was just the beginning. Just a
sample of the seven-course meal ready to be served.
Finally Jin observed the two
holes created by the split beam of the Rocket leader. "How
convenient," he joked. "He's left two exits for us
after the party." Ignoring the three mutilated walls, they
hopped out of the holes into the deserted bar where they casually
walked out the front door as if nothing had happened. Of course,
both looked as though they'd just stepped on a land mine.
"Well," Kyle said
finally, "what should we do next?"
Jin was about to reply when
he saw a white blur to his left. With lightning fast reflexes he
jerked his hand up to catch the thrown object and caught a
glimpse of a white-furred Persian slinking away. Eyeing the
Pokémon warily until it was out of sight, Jin stared down at the
telecommunications device. An easily recognizable voice spoke
through the speaker.
"Hello again, Jin. I see
you've disposed of my agents. I must admit I underestimated
your abilities. But that was merely a test. That is nothing
compared to what you'll face next. Here are some
instructions for your next test. Believe me, I like a good game
just as much as you do." The evil leader let out a sinister
laugh, then continued as the machine ejected a slip of paper into
Jin's hand. "And I must tell you that your twin brother
is actually alive and quite well. You'll meet him soon
enough." And, with a snide chuckle, the voice died out.
Jin stared blankly at the
device for a moment.
Suddenly the black object
began to glow like a piece of overheated metal and Kyle, with a
yell, threw the device out of his hand into a nearby empty lot,
where it exploded with a violent boom that shook the ground upon
impact.
Jin patiently waited for the
shaking to stop, then turned to Kyle with a serious expression on
his face. "You know I've got no choice. I don't
give a damn if I die trying."
"Which is probably
what'll happen," Kyle pointed out dryly as Jin read
aloud the instructions on the scrap of paper. The lettering was
printed neatly with a laser-point pen. It read:
"Visit the old ruins of
the Pokémon Tower in Lavender Town. There you'll meet a few
good friends of mine. Sincerely, Giovanni.
"That bastard."
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
"Lavender Town? Why, it's nothing but a ghost town now.
And I don't mean it's inhabited by just Ghost
Pokémon."
Jin nodded in agreement.
"I know what you mean, man. But that won't stop me from
going there. Besides, that's the perfect place for a battle.
No civilians, no surroundings, no nothing."
"And you'll be
joining the ghosts if you go there," Kyle remarked grimly.
Jin turned on him like a wild
Houndour upon an incessant Rattata. "Are you coming or
not?"
"Just trying to lighten
up the situation," Kyle replied lightly as the two headed
off.
*=*=*=*=*
An obscuring fog clouded the
Lavender ruins like a thick, gray soup. Seeing more than a three
feet radius was impossible. Jin had been born with a strange
inner sense that alerted him of danger, but he had to rely mainly
on Kyle's psychic powers to guide them through the fog.
Squinting at the tall,
blue-cloaked figure in front of him, Jin muttered,
"Can't you go any faster? You've been gradually
slowing down for the past ten minutes."
[I know,] Kyle answered
telepathically as his walk slowed to a halt. [But something about
this fog seems unnatural. It's not real fog.]
"Whaddaya mean?"
Jin demanded. "Synthetic fog? There's no such
thing."
[That's what I thought
so, too,] Kyle grimaced. He paused, eyes glowing white as he
continued to analyze the strange substance. [I was right,
it's definitely not natural.] He investigated some more as
Jin waited impatiently. [But it IS biological,] he added. [I
think something is creating this fog. It's either a Pokémon
or a humanbut I can't really tell at the moment.]
Jin nodded dismissively.
"Probably a Pokémon. Unless it's some mutated Rocket.
No telling what that psycho Giovanni does with his men."
Kyle turned to face Jin.
"He may be cruel, but he's not a mad scientist,"
he stated firmly. "He has never performed an experiment that
has actually killed someone."
Jin raised an eyebrow in
amusement. "Oh, yeah? How do you know?"
Kyle folded his arms.
"I've checked the records before. There were no
deaths."
Jin was about to give his
friend a real tongue-lashing, but then turned away and said,
"There're things worse than death."
Kyle opened his mouth to
speak, but found no words to say. [Point taken,] he said as the
two silently returned to the task at hand: finding a way through
the fog. Occasionally, Kyle would stop a moment, probe the area,
then motion for Jin to change course. Pretty soon the soft thumps
of their feet upon the moist soil became rhythmic as the two
trudged on, unaware of two silent shadows watching them intently.
[The psychic is strong,] the
first figure spoke. The dark veil that covered it lifted, and two
glowing red eyes followed the two travelers with the intensity of
a hungry predator at its prey. [We haven't had such powerful
visitors since Giovanni.]
The second figure snorted in
contempt as it, too, became visible. Twin yellow orbs burned like
two fires within the thick clouds of fog that surrounded it like
a forcefield. Because of the darkness created by the fog, it was
impossible to distinguish any facial features of the creature.
[He wasn't even able to sense us, despite our immense power
levels. Nor is he aware of the trap set for him near the Pokémon
Tower ruins.]
The first figure shrugged, if
that were possible; it had no shoulders. [I feel a strange
connection to him. I don't believe in destiny, but this
feeling is a new one.]
The fog creature sneered.
[Sentimental fool. Why waste time bonding with a human? You know
all humans die sometime or later. And you'll be left alone,
grieving for him, when is it not even within our formidable power
to reverse time or resurrect the dead.]
[Don't be stupid,] the
first figure shot back. [I won't waste time bonding. It will
be only a short talk.]
The first figure sensed the
fog creature's grin. [You're not very good at lying,
Spookle. You've deceived none but yourself.]
Spookle sighed as a purple
gas engulfed his features, similar to a Gastly's, only much
darker and created of powerful psychic energy instead of
poisonous gas. [You know me too well, Fogger. Even though we are
technically mortal enemies.]
[You know the human saying,]
Fogger smirked. [Know your enemy. Besides, it is customary for
two warlords to meet before battle. Although there haven't
been many wars lately. Not with this Giovanni character at the
wheel.]
Spookle nodded as it rose
into the air. [He is very successful. But he is growing too
powerful. There is an imbalance in the time-space continuum.
Don't you feel it?]
[Of course I can feel it,
fool,] Fogger snapped, angry fog expelling from its hidden mouth.
[I've felt it for ages. His power nearly matches our own,]
it admitted. [We will fight together, if necessary. But ONLY if
we are under extreme circumstances. The very idea of allying
myself with you causes me to feel nauseous.]
Spookle laughed. [You're
not alone there,] it teased as it flicked its finger at the tree
where the fog creature was perched before shooting away in a ball
of energy. Fogger yelled in fury as it leapt off the branch, just
as the entire tree uprooted itself and was flung to the ground in
a flurry of leaves.
But the leaves had hardly a
chance to flutter to the ground before they were caught in a
violent whirlwind emanating from the clouded figure. The yellow
eyes glittered maliciously within the mini-tornado of leaves and
debris as it stopped the whirlwind abruptly with a flash of
light, reducing the leaves to ash. It allowed the ash to scatter
in the natural wind as it looked in the direction Spookle had
gone.
[We'll meet again, my
enemy. Sooner than you think.]
*=*=*=*=*
End of Part 3a (part one out
of four parts). Copyright © 2001 by DK. Feedback to rpgmaster@netzero.net.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heh, had
to cut this one short, it was getting long and I needed a good
stopping point. I've had some complaints from readers that
my parts were getting long, but then again, I've had others
that said they were too short. Well, I guess you can't
please everybody. ^_^ Thanks goes out to LINK 2000, Blue9Tiger,
AMOS, and Carroll B. Neale for sending feedback for the first two
parts. Lots of thanks goes out to my editor, Cian Chartier, for
editing the first two monsters. And thanks to anyone who read
this far!
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