Master Six 2:
Truth and Consequences
Chapter 12
Miranda ran.
The fires and destruction caused by the small pokemon was devastating.
She was afraid.
"Mew!" Psycho shouted to his partner.
The tiny creature turned from its work and looked at her partner.
Psycho held up his arms, and in an instant, Mew untied the ropes that bound The Master Six. Then, it went back to its work.
Specks sprung up now that his ropes were gone. He looked around him. Thanks to Mew, they were no longer in a separate room; they were now part of the main laboratory. He looked to his right; Lindsey was still on the ground, head in hands. Psycho was standing, watching his pokemon's handiwork.
Specks looked to his left, and he saw Miranda fleeing for her life.
She had tricked him. And she had horrified him.
She would not get away.
Specks took off after Miranda.
Psycho watched what Mew, what a part of her, was doing.
Lindsey stood up. She knew what she was. And she was coming to terms with it.
She was smart. It was in the genes, and she knew she couldn't cry about it forever.
This place was coming apart, and they had to get out of here.
She ran out of the room they were in, and into the main laboratory.
She was lost in a haze that she could barely see through.
She couldn't see what was coming.
But Psycho could.
"Lindsey!" he shouted after her, "LOOK OUT!"
She turned towards him, and only then did she see it. Mew's destructive power had dislodged the various scientific devices and creations that clustered in the main laboratory. One such metallic monstrosity was falling from the ceiling. It didn't look like anything special, it probably wasn't. It fell from the ceiling, and bounced once on the ground. It was large. Larger than a Snorlax even. Big and black, and round. It rolled towards Lindsey. She couldn't stop it.
She couldn't do anything.
Except scream.
And get trapped under it.
Lindsey dropped to the ground in a desperate attempt to escape the rolling horror.
She crawled away from it, the rushing, the smashing that the thing did. It destroyed everything in its past. It was a monster on a rampage.
Lindsey crawled to the wall, and crouched down against it.
The metal monster slammed into the wall, but it did not strike Lindsey. The curved surface of the "beast" hit the wall, yet created a small place at the bottom of the wall where Lindsey crouched. She realized that she was alive, and she tried to stand. But she couldn't.
She couldn't even move.
The machinery had trapped her next to the wall and underneath it.
She was trapped.
And the fires were growing.
Psycho rushed to the wall.
He knelt down to her.
"Lindsey," he asked, "are you okay?"
"No," she answered, "I'm trapped. Help me."
Psycho stood up. He started to push the large machine that pinned Lindsey and kept her trapped. But it was huge. He couldn't budge it. He tried and tried, but nothing moved.
"C'mon Lindsey," he urged, "work with me here. Can't you transform or something."
"No," she answered, "I can't move, can't concentrate enough. And besides, I'm too weak."
"I, heh," Psycho responded with a groan, pushing against the monster, "I know how you feel."
But that's not true, is it Mr. Dackard. Zakary Dackard, you don't feel weak at all do you? You feel strong, you feel alive. You feel more powerful than you have ever felt in your entire life. This is an adventure.
The greatest adventure ever.
This is everything you have ever wanted in life.
A fire.
Destruction.
A damsel in distress.
Villains everywhere.
It was glorious.
The moment of greatness. Psycho pushed. But nothing would move. But that didn't matter. He was everything he ever wanted to be. But he had learned something.
He wasn't a hero.
Maybe he could never be one.
So much had happened in such a quick time.
He wasn't a hero.
But maybe, maybe.
Even though he would never be a hero, at least he could stand tall.
And be a man.
They say that in times of great need, when a loved one is in trouble, a person can gain superhuman strength or speed in order to save that loved one. Mothers have been known to rip car doors straight off in order to rescue their children. It is a miracle. That is what happened to Zakary "Psycho" Dackard.
With a strength he never knew was possible, he pushed against the machine pinning Lindsey, and he moved it. He pushed the metallic monster off of his teammate, and he rushed to her side. He knelt down to her, and he held her.
And they stayed there.
Together.
On the ground. Embracing. Not caring about the destruction around them.
What was there to care about? You don't know do you Mr. Dackard. There are many things to worry about right now. But all you care about right now is the quiet little girl in your arms. You were the one to find Lindsey. And ever since, she has clung to you. There are enemies out there. Miranda, Dr. Carter, Dr. Lapier. They are out there somewhere. But they don't matter.
You have always considered yourself a nice guy Mr. Dackard. You don't really want to get revenge on all the bad people in your life. You're not going to kill those scientists. You doubt that you could ever really hate someone.
But then, you never believed you could ever really love someone.
But the girl in your arms is very special to you.
So very special.
"Psycho!" Specks shouted running up to him, "Psycho! Lindsey! We've got to go! Now!"
Psycho looked up at his teammate running towards him. He seemed to be running in slow motion. His shouts dying in the explosions that rocked the laboratory. His body wavering as the waves of heat warped the air like they do above a grill at a picnic.
It was all so serene. He looked down at the young blonde in his arms. He kissed her on the forehead, and whispered, "Lindsey, we've got to go." They stood up.
Specks reached them.
"We've got to go!" he shouted at them."
"Where's Miranda," Psycho asked him.
"She got away," Specks responded, "now let's go!"
He grabbed Psycho's arm, and pulled him along. Psycho held Lindsey's hand and pulled her along as well.
The three of them ran through the destruction and fire. Psycho held out the Master Ball.
"Mew! Return!" The small pokemon returned to the pokeball. The destruction was complete. And so they ran for the exit. Unfortunately, they were underground, underneath the pokemon house.
"Psycho!" someone shouted from the elevator, "Specks! Lindsey! Over here!"
They turned to the voice.
Whistler!
"Whistler!" Psycho shouted at her.
"Come on," Whistler shouted back, "we're out of here!"
They ran to the elevator. Whistler, Shooter, and Velocity were at the elevator. After what seemed like a forever, The Master Six were united.
"What are you doing here?" Psycho asked Whistler, pulling her aside. The others all rushed into the elevator. Only Whistler and Psycho remained in the lab.
"We came to find you," she answered, "I'm going to guess that this is all your doing."
Psycho turned around and looked at the laboratory. The fires still roared. The machinery still exploded. The horror was continuous.
"Well," he responded, "yeah. It is. Did you expect any less?"
"I guess not," Whistler answered, "let's go."
"Whistler wait," Psycho said, "there is...there."
"Just go you idiot," Whistler ordered, and she shoved Psycho into the elevator.
Whistler turned to the lab. Her father was supposed to be here.
"NO!" someone in the lab shouted, "NO! This can't be happening."
Whistler looked out, and saw a man dressed in a lab coat among the flames.
He was tall. With brown hair that was graying above his ears.
He had a stern looking face.
"My lab!" the man wailed, "my beautiful lab. Henry! Miranda! Anybody! What is happening?"
"Malcolm Lapier," a new voice shouted from yet another part of the lab, "you are hereby under arrest. So declares the Central Pokemon Intelligence Agency!"
Whistler didn't even notice as Cid and Cyber burst from a hole in the wall and ran into the laboratory. Cyber, fully dressed in her armor. And Cid, flanked by an Onix and a Gyarados. All she saw was the man that they had called:
Malcolm Lapier.
She looked at him. He turned to the CPIA, and then he turned to Whistler.
Their eyes met.
For an instant.
His eyes went wide.
He mouthed her name. "Heather."
She nodded, and then turned to the elevator.
And she stepped inside.
And the door closed.
Truth and Consequences
Chapter 12
Miranda ran.
The fires and destruction caused by the small pokemon was devastating.
She was afraid.
"Mew!" Psycho shouted to his partner.
The tiny creature turned from its work and looked at her partner.
Psycho held up his arms, and in an instant, Mew untied the ropes that bound The Master Six. Then, it went back to its work.
Specks sprung up now that his ropes were gone. He looked around him. Thanks to Mew, they were no longer in a separate room; they were now part of the main laboratory. He looked to his right; Lindsey was still on the ground, head in hands. Psycho was standing, watching his pokemon's handiwork.
Specks looked to his left, and he saw Miranda fleeing for her life.
She had tricked him. And she had horrified him.
She would not get away.
Specks took off after Miranda.
Psycho watched what Mew, what a part of her, was doing.
Lindsey stood up. She knew what she was. And she was coming to terms with it.
She was smart. It was in the genes, and she knew she couldn't cry about it forever.
This place was coming apart, and they had to get out of here.
She ran out of the room they were in, and into the main laboratory.
She was lost in a haze that she could barely see through.
She couldn't see what was coming.
But Psycho could.
"Lindsey!" he shouted after her, "LOOK OUT!"
She turned towards him, and only then did she see it. Mew's destructive power had dislodged the various scientific devices and creations that clustered in the main laboratory. One such metallic monstrosity was falling from the ceiling. It didn't look like anything special, it probably wasn't. It fell from the ceiling, and bounced once on the ground. It was large. Larger than a Snorlax even. Big and black, and round. It rolled towards Lindsey. She couldn't stop it.
She couldn't do anything.
Except scream.
And get trapped under it.
Lindsey dropped to the ground in a desperate attempt to escape the rolling horror.
She crawled away from it, the rushing, the smashing that the thing did. It destroyed everything in its past. It was a monster on a rampage.
Lindsey crawled to the wall, and crouched down against it.
The metal monster slammed into the wall, but it did not strike Lindsey. The curved surface of the "beast" hit the wall, yet created a small place at the bottom of the wall where Lindsey crouched. She realized that she was alive, and she tried to stand. But she couldn't.
She couldn't even move.
The machinery had trapped her next to the wall and underneath it.
She was trapped.
And the fires were growing.
Psycho rushed to the wall.
He knelt down to her.
"Lindsey," he asked, "are you okay?"
"No," she answered, "I'm trapped. Help me."
Psycho stood up. He started to push the large machine that pinned Lindsey and kept her trapped. But it was huge. He couldn't budge it. He tried and tried, but nothing moved.
"C'mon Lindsey," he urged, "work with me here. Can't you transform or something."
"No," she answered, "I can't move, can't concentrate enough. And besides, I'm too weak."
"I, heh," Psycho responded with a groan, pushing against the monster, "I know how you feel."
But that's not true, is it Mr. Dackard. Zakary Dackard, you don't feel weak at all do you? You feel strong, you feel alive. You feel more powerful than you have ever felt in your entire life. This is an adventure.
The greatest adventure ever.
This is everything you have ever wanted in life.
A fire.
Destruction.
A damsel in distress.
Villains everywhere.
It was glorious.
The moment of greatness. Psycho pushed. But nothing would move. But that didn't matter. He was everything he ever wanted to be. But he had learned something.
He wasn't a hero.
Maybe he could never be one.
So much had happened in such a quick time.
He wasn't a hero.
But maybe, maybe.
Even though he would never be a hero, at least he could stand tall.
And be a man.
They say that in times of great need, when a loved one is in trouble, a person can gain superhuman strength or speed in order to save that loved one. Mothers have been known to rip car doors straight off in order to rescue their children. It is a miracle. That is what happened to Zakary "Psycho" Dackard.
With a strength he never knew was possible, he pushed against the machine pinning Lindsey, and he moved it. He pushed the metallic monster off of his teammate, and he rushed to her side. He knelt down to her, and he held her.
And they stayed there.
Together.
On the ground. Embracing. Not caring about the destruction around them.
What was there to care about? You don't know do you Mr. Dackard. There are many things to worry about right now. But all you care about right now is the quiet little girl in your arms. You were the one to find Lindsey. And ever since, she has clung to you. There are enemies out there. Miranda, Dr. Carter, Dr. Lapier. They are out there somewhere. But they don't matter.
You have always considered yourself a nice guy Mr. Dackard. You don't really want to get revenge on all the bad people in your life. You're not going to kill those scientists. You doubt that you could ever really hate someone.
But then, you never believed you could ever really love someone.
But the girl in your arms is very special to you.
So very special.
"Psycho!" Specks shouted running up to him, "Psycho! Lindsey! We've got to go! Now!"
Psycho looked up at his teammate running towards him. He seemed to be running in slow motion. His shouts dying in the explosions that rocked the laboratory. His body wavering as the waves of heat warped the air like they do above a grill at a picnic.
It was all so serene. He looked down at the young blonde in his arms. He kissed her on the forehead, and whispered, "Lindsey, we've got to go." They stood up.
Specks reached them.
"We've got to go!" he shouted at them."
"Where's Miranda," Psycho asked him.
"She got away," Specks responded, "now let's go!"
He grabbed Psycho's arm, and pulled him along. Psycho held Lindsey's hand and pulled her along as well.
The three of them ran through the destruction and fire. Psycho held out the Master Ball.
"Mew! Return!" The small pokemon returned to the pokeball. The destruction was complete. And so they ran for the exit. Unfortunately, they were underground, underneath the pokemon house.
"Psycho!" someone shouted from the elevator, "Specks! Lindsey! Over here!"
They turned to the voice.
Whistler!
"Whistler!" Psycho shouted at her.
"Come on," Whistler shouted back, "we're out of here!"
They ran to the elevator. Whistler, Shooter, and Velocity were at the elevator. After what seemed like a forever, The Master Six were united.
"What are you doing here?" Psycho asked Whistler, pulling her aside. The others all rushed into the elevator. Only Whistler and Psycho remained in the lab.
"We came to find you," she answered, "I'm going to guess that this is all your doing."
Psycho turned around and looked at the laboratory. The fires still roared. The machinery still exploded. The horror was continuous.
"Well," he responded, "yeah. It is. Did you expect any less?"
"I guess not," Whistler answered, "let's go."
"Whistler wait," Psycho said, "there is...there."
"Just go you idiot," Whistler ordered, and she shoved Psycho into the elevator.
Whistler turned to the lab. Her father was supposed to be here.
"NO!" someone in the lab shouted, "NO! This can't be happening."
Whistler looked out, and saw a man dressed in a lab coat among the flames.
He was tall. With brown hair that was graying above his ears.
He had a stern looking face.
"My lab!" the man wailed, "my beautiful lab. Henry! Miranda! Anybody! What is happening?"
"Malcolm Lapier," a new voice shouted from yet another part of the lab, "you are hereby under arrest. So declares the Central Pokemon Intelligence Agency!"
Whistler didn't even notice as Cid and Cyber burst from a hole in the wall and ran into the laboratory. Cyber, fully dressed in her armor. And Cid, flanked by an Onix and a Gyarados. All she saw was the man that they had called:
Malcolm Lapier.
She looked at him. He turned to the CPIA, and then he turned to Whistler.
Their eyes met.
For an instant.
His eyes went wide.
He mouthed her name. "Heather."
She nodded, and then turned to the elevator.
And she stepped inside.
And the door closed.
