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something own it. I do own all characters in here, however. They're all I
have, so please don't take them!
Author's Note: . Wow. I'm doing a serious fanfic. Usually this is not heard of in my house. o_O Anyhoo, reviews are always appreciated (hint, hint), and I hope you enjoy the fic!
Chapter One - Funeral Pyre
As the sun set, a lone rider raced across the horizon on a fiery steed. The rider was a young girl of about fifteen with endless waves of coal black hair and brilliant green eyes, her beauty set off by a cold, fierce expression. She rode her Rapidash to a small clearing outside a forest and dismounted, unsaddling the fire horse. She wore a tight, deep green shirt and pants of the same emerald shade, the right shoulder of the shirt emblazoned with a silver "R". She took out a small communicator and spoke into it.
"TR Unit 01, reporting," she spoke in a calm, emotionless tone as she relayed her coordinates, "The mission is going according to plans, and I should reach the city tomorrow before 0900 hours." She put the device away and removed a sleeping mat from her saddlebag. The Rapidash reached its head back and lipped her hair, which she returned with a pat on the nose. She spread out her mat and lay down on it, but not before pulling out a Pokeball and releasing its inhabitant, a middle-sized Vulpix, who curled up beside her contentedly. For once, the girl smiled. In the cruel world she lived in, her Pokemon were her only friends. They were the only ones who stuck by her when she was a child, abandoned on the streets of Celadon City, and they traveled at her side on the long journey to Viridian City, where she discovered Team Rocket and, for the first time ever, things started looking up for her. She owed everything to the Rockets; they had fed her, taught her a trade, and given her a home. Under their tutelage, she had become a nearly unbeatable trainer, her beautiful fire Pokemon by her side.
Fire Pokemon. Her greatest joy in life. The savage grace with which they moved, the sheer raw power they possessed, everything about them entranced her. She would do anything for her Pokemon, and she was sure they'd do the same for her. Now, curled up beside her beloved Vulpix, her Rapidash standing above, she finally drifted off to sleep.
When morning came, the Rapidash woke the raven-haired Rocket with a long, extra-slobbery lick. Rolling over and groaning, she ignored the flame horse. She finally got up after her Vulpix toasted her feet with a weak Ember, standing up and mock-glaring at the fox.
"Okay, Kit, you don't have to roast my feet, I'm up already," she said in a tone full of exaggerated authority. The Vulpix responded with a cute "Vul?" and the most innocent and adorable cock of the head she could muster. The girl laughed and picked her Pokemon up, saddling the Rapidash swiftly and vaulting onto its back. "Let's ride, 'Storm!" she whooped, and the fire horse sped off in a swirl of flames.
As the trio neared the outskirts of a small mountain town, the young girl pulled out her communicator once again and spoke, "Phase one commencing. Infiltration of the Pyros City Gym underway." Her expression was once again cold as ice, all emotion gone. She rode her Rapidash to the very edge of the town and dismounted, not wanting to draw attention, and recalled both the fire horse and her Vulpix. She walked swiftly and purposefully towards the large building that was the gym, her waves of ebony hair flowing behind her. This plan was crucial to the eventual uprising of Team Rocket, and she could afford no mistakes. One wrong move could lead to the police finding out about Team Rocket's return, the location of their current hideout, anything and everything that would lead their organization to ruin. She walked up to the front door and opened it, entering calmly. A large arena was marked in the center of the floor, and at one end, sitting on a platform, was a man, hair that was once bright red now streaked with silver.
"Can I help you, miss?" he asked, standing up, "I'm sorry, but I'm taking a break from gym battles to train my daughter."
"I am not here for a mere gym battle," the Rocket said in an icy tone, "I am here for the gym."
"What do you mean?" he asked, a note of worry rising in his voice.
"Step down from your position, old man," she demanded, "Your gym is now the property of Team Rocket."
"What the-" the man was cut off by the entrance of a young girl. The girl looked to be about thirteen, with fiery red hair and dark blue eyes identical to her father's. She was carrying a Charmander in one arm, an Eevee in another, and a Vulpix was at her heels. The Rocket almost smiled. This girl certainly had good taste in Pokemon.
"Dad! Dad! I've been working with Foxfire a bit more, and I think we can beat you no- ... Who's that?" the redhead asked, setting her two Pokemon down to join the Vulpix.
"Leave now, little girl, your daddy and I need to have an adult conversation," the ebony-haired teen's green eyes flashed dangerously as she turned back to the man on the platform, "So, are you ready to surrender the gym? Or must I take it by force?"
"Dad, what's going on? Why is she saying that?" the redhead looked pleadingly at her father, "What's wrong?"
"Danielle, leave, please. This isn't safe," the Pyros gym leader told her sternly.
"Do what he says or I'll take you both down!" the Rocket snarled, "Firestorm and Kitsune, go!" Her Rapidash and Vulpix burst out of their Pokeballs and landed in a ready stance.
"Now, hand over the gym. This is your last warning. Do it!" she glared at the man, who jumped down form the platform and ran to his daughter.
"Dani, run! Call the police! Go!" he ordered. The girl stared him in the eye, her blue eyes pleading.
"Dad, I can't leave you here to face her alone! Let me help you fight her!" she begged, "Please, you can't do this by yourself!"
"I'm growing impatient! Obey my orders or both of you face the consequences!" the Rocket shouted. Her Pokemon looked at them with expressions to match their trainer's, hard and emotionless. The man instinctively put his arms protectively around the redhead.
"Please! This gym is all our family has to live by, you mustn't take it away! Do anything to me, but don't bring Danielle into this!" Tears fell from the gym leader's eyes as he shielded his daughter from view.
"You leave me no choice. Firestorm, Kitsune," her Pokemon looked at her, awaiting orders. The raven-haired Rocket took a deep breath. All she needed to do was give the orders, and there would be no more gym leader, leaving the gym free to become the next TR headquarters. But something was holding her back. When she looked at that man down there on the floor, his arms around a young girl etched in his likeliness, she saw not a simple trainer, a mere obstacle in her way of success that must be overcome, but a human being, protecting his family.
Family. That word was so strange to her, yet it meant so much. True, she had no blood-related family that she knew of, but it made her think of her Pokemon. They were her family now. There was proud and noble Firestorm, always looking out for her like a father would, and the occasionally- annoying but loving Kitsune, who was like a little sister to her. They were her family, and she would protect them just as the Pyros gym leader would his daughter, had she been in his place, and they would do the same.
"Fall back," she said. Her Pokemon looked confused, but they retreated back to her side anyways. The gym leader and his daughter looked at her strangely, and she stared back with the same expressionless gaze as always, though inside her mind was racing.
"Consider yourselves lucky," she muttered before turning to exit.
"Freeze!" a voice shouted from the doorway. There was Officer Jenny and a whole police squad, every one of them holding the Rocket at gunpoint.
"... How did you find me?" she asked. At her heels, Kitsune growled.
"Locals heard some shouts and threats from outside and informed the police about it. It's a good thing they did," Jenny smirked, "Now, hands in the air, and I want those Pokemon in their Pokeballs."
The Rocket hesitated for a moment, but recalled Firestorm and Kitsune. There was no way she could take down all those police before at least one of them pulled the trigger. She had no choice but to surrender. She put her hands up, and with their guns fixed on the girl, the cops led her away. Her hair fell in front of her shoulders, covering her face. It was a good thing it did, or the cops would have seen the tears streaking down the defeated Rocket's cheeks.
Captured. The word rang in the young Rocket's mind as she sat silently on her cot inside the Pyros City Jail. The police had taken her straight to the station after her surrender. After reviewing her record and searching her for any items, including the documents which contained the location of their current hideout, they had thrown her into a cell. Now she sat, considering the different fates she might have. There was always serving her sentence in jail, however long that would be. Chances were that the boss would bail her out soon enough, but what consequence would she suffer back at the hideout if they discovered the police's knowledge of their location? This was not Giovanni she was dealing with. Giovanni she could handle. No, this was a new leader, Giovanni's son, who had taken over the organization by force two years ago. The son of the notorious Rocket leader was known to be cruel, sadistic, and unwilling to let failure just slide by. Between facing her time in jail and facing Adrian Montague, she would pick jail.
"Okay, you're free to go," a voice brought her back to reality. A guard was opening her cell door and motioning for her to leave.
"What's the deal?" she asked as she exited.
"Your cousin came by and paid the bail to release you," he said, shrugging.
"... Cousin? I don- ... Oh, yeah. My cousin," she quickly covered up her words. She had almost let a cop know that she had no living relatives that she knew of, which would've led him to believe it was a fellow Rocket! She hurriedly walked out of the station, and grinned as she saw her savior, TR Unit 02, also known as Kira, her occasional partner in crime, waiting for her. "Number One," the blonde nodded in greeting.
"Two," Number One returned the gesture, "What's the situation?"
"Not good. About an hour ago, police troops arrived at HQ, forcing us to make a hasty getaway," Kira grimaced, "Needless to say, the Boss wasn't thrilled when he discovered your capture and everything. He wants to see you at the emergency HQ, located at Mount Moon. It doesn't sound good."
"No kidding," the ebony-haired Rocket maintained her emotionless expression, panic racing through her mind, "We'd better get going, then." She released Firestorm and jumping onto his back. "Mount Moon, 'Storm," she instructed as Number Two mounted behind her. Firestorm neighed in acknowledgement and raced off towards the mountains.
As the two females on the Rapidash slowed to a stop outside the temporary hideout, Number One slid off Firestorm's back and waited as Number Two followed suit. She looked at her companion with expressionless eyes, and the blonde looked back, her face sad.
"Well, One, good luck," she put a hand on the black-haired Rocket's shoulder. One nodded and entered the hideout, making her way towards Adrian's office. She kept Firestorm out of his Pokeball and released Kitsune for emotional support. Taking a deep breath, she and her two Pokemon opened the door and strode into the Boss's office.
Adrian Montague sat at his desk, his expression cold and hard. He was a tall, well-built man in his early thirties, with slicked-back black hair and icy blue eyes. "Sit down, Number One," he said.
One hesitated for a moment and then sat down in a chair, Kitsune hopping into her lap. The boss of Team Rocket spoke again, "Number One, do you know why we are here, in the backup headquarters?"
"I know why," she said calmly.
"Then you will also know why I called you here," Adrian stared at her.
"Yes," she said simply. In her lap, Kitsune nuzzled her hand, and Firestorm touched her shoulder with his nose.
"Four years, One. Four years you have been working here, and not one failure. When I took the company from my father, I knew you would go straight to the top, and you have. But now you make one mistake, and you cost this company years of work, and we are now fleeing from the police, who know everything about us thanks to you!" he rose from his seat abruptly.
"I made an error, sir, I understand," the girl said, eyes not leaving her fuming boss, "I know what this must be doing to Team Rocket."
"You're damn right you made an error!" her boss shouted, "In this organization, at this time, there is no room for failures!"
"So what're you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "You firing me?"
"Yes, I am firing you!" he snapped. Then he became a calm businessman again, sitting down and folding his hands on the desk, "You are no longer part of Team Rocket, One, but because you know so much about us, and you have already told most of it to the police, I cannot allow you to leave this building."
"But you said I was fired," she looked at him, worry starting to show in her eyes.
"Did I? Then let me rephrase that. I cannot allow you to leave this building alive," he smirked, bringing a handgun out of his desk drawer. One froze, fear taking over her whole body. Adrian aimed the muzzle at her, "Say goodbye, Number One."
"Neigh!"
"Vul!"
BLAM! BLAM!
"What the-"
The terrified girl cringed in anticipation, but no pain came. She felt nothing wrong. Slowly she opened her eyes, but the sight before her made her wish she hadn't. There, lying in front of her chair in a pool of blood, was her beautiful Firestorm, blood trickling from the hole in his neck, all the life gone from his deep brown eyes. Next to him was Kitsune, her curly fur soaked with blood that flowed from the wound in her forehead.
She stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. What had just happened was too much for her to bear. She could no longer hold it back.
She screamed.
She shrieked in anguish, tears streaming from her eyes as she rushed to her fallen Pokemon's sides. She wept uncontrollably as she tried to force some life into them. It was no use. They were dead.
She slowly lifted her head to face the son of Giovanni, murderer of her faithful Pokemon. Her green eyes shimmered with tears of grief, but at the same time gleamed with strong, murderous hatred.
"How touching," Adrian smirked, "Your precious Pokemon took bullets intended for you, and paid for it with their lives. Excuse me while I puke." He spat on the ground, "Fools. You trained them to be fools. Now all three of you will pay." He raised the gun once more and squeezed the trigger, but nothing but a small clicking sound was heard.
The ex-Rocket saw the opportunity as he scoured his desk for more bullets. Part of her, the part that knew nothing but pain now, told her to stay there, to let herself die. What was there left to live for? The other part, deep inside of her, shadowed by pain, told her to run for all she was worth. She needed to live. It's what Kitsune and Firestorm wanted when they took her bullets. As she battled to make a choice, instinct took over and she fled. She tore down the hallways, burst out of the door, and ran on, tears streaming from her face. There was nothing left in her but pain now.
Author's Note: I'm about to seriously hurt myself. I just killed a Vulpix. o_o I'm evil!
Author's Note: . Wow. I'm doing a serious fanfic. Usually this is not heard of in my house. o_O Anyhoo, reviews are always appreciated (hint, hint), and I hope you enjoy the fic!
Chapter One - Funeral Pyre
As the sun set, a lone rider raced across the horizon on a fiery steed. The rider was a young girl of about fifteen with endless waves of coal black hair and brilliant green eyes, her beauty set off by a cold, fierce expression. She rode her Rapidash to a small clearing outside a forest and dismounted, unsaddling the fire horse. She wore a tight, deep green shirt and pants of the same emerald shade, the right shoulder of the shirt emblazoned with a silver "R". She took out a small communicator and spoke into it.
"TR Unit 01, reporting," she spoke in a calm, emotionless tone as she relayed her coordinates, "The mission is going according to plans, and I should reach the city tomorrow before 0900 hours." She put the device away and removed a sleeping mat from her saddlebag. The Rapidash reached its head back and lipped her hair, which she returned with a pat on the nose. She spread out her mat and lay down on it, but not before pulling out a Pokeball and releasing its inhabitant, a middle-sized Vulpix, who curled up beside her contentedly. For once, the girl smiled. In the cruel world she lived in, her Pokemon were her only friends. They were the only ones who stuck by her when she was a child, abandoned on the streets of Celadon City, and they traveled at her side on the long journey to Viridian City, where she discovered Team Rocket and, for the first time ever, things started looking up for her. She owed everything to the Rockets; they had fed her, taught her a trade, and given her a home. Under their tutelage, she had become a nearly unbeatable trainer, her beautiful fire Pokemon by her side.
Fire Pokemon. Her greatest joy in life. The savage grace with which they moved, the sheer raw power they possessed, everything about them entranced her. She would do anything for her Pokemon, and she was sure they'd do the same for her. Now, curled up beside her beloved Vulpix, her Rapidash standing above, she finally drifted off to sleep.
When morning came, the Rapidash woke the raven-haired Rocket with a long, extra-slobbery lick. Rolling over and groaning, she ignored the flame horse. She finally got up after her Vulpix toasted her feet with a weak Ember, standing up and mock-glaring at the fox.
"Okay, Kit, you don't have to roast my feet, I'm up already," she said in a tone full of exaggerated authority. The Vulpix responded with a cute "Vul?" and the most innocent and adorable cock of the head she could muster. The girl laughed and picked her Pokemon up, saddling the Rapidash swiftly and vaulting onto its back. "Let's ride, 'Storm!" she whooped, and the fire horse sped off in a swirl of flames.
As the trio neared the outskirts of a small mountain town, the young girl pulled out her communicator once again and spoke, "Phase one commencing. Infiltration of the Pyros City Gym underway." Her expression was once again cold as ice, all emotion gone. She rode her Rapidash to the very edge of the town and dismounted, not wanting to draw attention, and recalled both the fire horse and her Vulpix. She walked swiftly and purposefully towards the large building that was the gym, her waves of ebony hair flowing behind her. This plan was crucial to the eventual uprising of Team Rocket, and she could afford no mistakes. One wrong move could lead to the police finding out about Team Rocket's return, the location of their current hideout, anything and everything that would lead their organization to ruin. She walked up to the front door and opened it, entering calmly. A large arena was marked in the center of the floor, and at one end, sitting on a platform, was a man, hair that was once bright red now streaked with silver.
"Can I help you, miss?" he asked, standing up, "I'm sorry, but I'm taking a break from gym battles to train my daughter."
"I am not here for a mere gym battle," the Rocket said in an icy tone, "I am here for the gym."
"What do you mean?" he asked, a note of worry rising in his voice.
"Step down from your position, old man," she demanded, "Your gym is now the property of Team Rocket."
"What the-" the man was cut off by the entrance of a young girl. The girl looked to be about thirteen, with fiery red hair and dark blue eyes identical to her father's. She was carrying a Charmander in one arm, an Eevee in another, and a Vulpix was at her heels. The Rocket almost smiled. This girl certainly had good taste in Pokemon.
"Dad! Dad! I've been working with Foxfire a bit more, and I think we can beat you no- ... Who's that?" the redhead asked, setting her two Pokemon down to join the Vulpix.
"Leave now, little girl, your daddy and I need to have an adult conversation," the ebony-haired teen's green eyes flashed dangerously as she turned back to the man on the platform, "So, are you ready to surrender the gym? Or must I take it by force?"
"Dad, what's going on? Why is she saying that?" the redhead looked pleadingly at her father, "What's wrong?"
"Danielle, leave, please. This isn't safe," the Pyros gym leader told her sternly.
"Do what he says or I'll take you both down!" the Rocket snarled, "Firestorm and Kitsune, go!" Her Rapidash and Vulpix burst out of their Pokeballs and landed in a ready stance.
"Now, hand over the gym. This is your last warning. Do it!" she glared at the man, who jumped down form the platform and ran to his daughter.
"Dani, run! Call the police! Go!" he ordered. The girl stared him in the eye, her blue eyes pleading.
"Dad, I can't leave you here to face her alone! Let me help you fight her!" she begged, "Please, you can't do this by yourself!"
"I'm growing impatient! Obey my orders or both of you face the consequences!" the Rocket shouted. Her Pokemon looked at them with expressions to match their trainer's, hard and emotionless. The man instinctively put his arms protectively around the redhead.
"Please! This gym is all our family has to live by, you mustn't take it away! Do anything to me, but don't bring Danielle into this!" Tears fell from the gym leader's eyes as he shielded his daughter from view.
"You leave me no choice. Firestorm, Kitsune," her Pokemon looked at her, awaiting orders. The raven-haired Rocket took a deep breath. All she needed to do was give the orders, and there would be no more gym leader, leaving the gym free to become the next TR headquarters. But something was holding her back. When she looked at that man down there on the floor, his arms around a young girl etched in his likeliness, she saw not a simple trainer, a mere obstacle in her way of success that must be overcome, but a human being, protecting his family.
Family. That word was so strange to her, yet it meant so much. True, she had no blood-related family that she knew of, but it made her think of her Pokemon. They were her family now. There was proud and noble Firestorm, always looking out for her like a father would, and the occasionally- annoying but loving Kitsune, who was like a little sister to her. They were her family, and she would protect them just as the Pyros gym leader would his daughter, had she been in his place, and they would do the same.
"Fall back," she said. Her Pokemon looked confused, but they retreated back to her side anyways. The gym leader and his daughter looked at her strangely, and she stared back with the same expressionless gaze as always, though inside her mind was racing.
"Consider yourselves lucky," she muttered before turning to exit.
"Freeze!" a voice shouted from the doorway. There was Officer Jenny and a whole police squad, every one of them holding the Rocket at gunpoint.
"... How did you find me?" she asked. At her heels, Kitsune growled.
"Locals heard some shouts and threats from outside and informed the police about it. It's a good thing they did," Jenny smirked, "Now, hands in the air, and I want those Pokemon in their Pokeballs."
The Rocket hesitated for a moment, but recalled Firestorm and Kitsune. There was no way she could take down all those police before at least one of them pulled the trigger. She had no choice but to surrender. She put her hands up, and with their guns fixed on the girl, the cops led her away. Her hair fell in front of her shoulders, covering her face. It was a good thing it did, or the cops would have seen the tears streaking down the defeated Rocket's cheeks.
Captured. The word rang in the young Rocket's mind as she sat silently on her cot inside the Pyros City Jail. The police had taken her straight to the station after her surrender. After reviewing her record and searching her for any items, including the documents which contained the location of their current hideout, they had thrown her into a cell. Now she sat, considering the different fates she might have. There was always serving her sentence in jail, however long that would be. Chances were that the boss would bail her out soon enough, but what consequence would she suffer back at the hideout if they discovered the police's knowledge of their location? This was not Giovanni she was dealing with. Giovanni she could handle. No, this was a new leader, Giovanni's son, who had taken over the organization by force two years ago. The son of the notorious Rocket leader was known to be cruel, sadistic, and unwilling to let failure just slide by. Between facing her time in jail and facing Adrian Montague, she would pick jail.
"Okay, you're free to go," a voice brought her back to reality. A guard was opening her cell door and motioning for her to leave.
"What's the deal?" she asked as she exited.
"Your cousin came by and paid the bail to release you," he said, shrugging.
"... Cousin? I don- ... Oh, yeah. My cousin," she quickly covered up her words. She had almost let a cop know that she had no living relatives that she knew of, which would've led him to believe it was a fellow Rocket! She hurriedly walked out of the station, and grinned as she saw her savior, TR Unit 02, also known as Kira, her occasional partner in crime, waiting for her. "Number One," the blonde nodded in greeting.
"Two," Number One returned the gesture, "What's the situation?"
"Not good. About an hour ago, police troops arrived at HQ, forcing us to make a hasty getaway," Kira grimaced, "Needless to say, the Boss wasn't thrilled when he discovered your capture and everything. He wants to see you at the emergency HQ, located at Mount Moon. It doesn't sound good."
"No kidding," the ebony-haired Rocket maintained her emotionless expression, panic racing through her mind, "We'd better get going, then." She released Firestorm and jumping onto his back. "Mount Moon, 'Storm," she instructed as Number Two mounted behind her. Firestorm neighed in acknowledgement and raced off towards the mountains.
As the two females on the Rapidash slowed to a stop outside the temporary hideout, Number One slid off Firestorm's back and waited as Number Two followed suit. She looked at her companion with expressionless eyes, and the blonde looked back, her face sad.
"Well, One, good luck," she put a hand on the black-haired Rocket's shoulder. One nodded and entered the hideout, making her way towards Adrian's office. She kept Firestorm out of his Pokeball and released Kitsune for emotional support. Taking a deep breath, she and her two Pokemon opened the door and strode into the Boss's office.
Adrian Montague sat at his desk, his expression cold and hard. He was a tall, well-built man in his early thirties, with slicked-back black hair and icy blue eyes. "Sit down, Number One," he said.
One hesitated for a moment and then sat down in a chair, Kitsune hopping into her lap. The boss of Team Rocket spoke again, "Number One, do you know why we are here, in the backup headquarters?"
"I know why," she said calmly.
"Then you will also know why I called you here," Adrian stared at her.
"Yes," she said simply. In her lap, Kitsune nuzzled her hand, and Firestorm touched her shoulder with his nose.
"Four years, One. Four years you have been working here, and not one failure. When I took the company from my father, I knew you would go straight to the top, and you have. But now you make one mistake, and you cost this company years of work, and we are now fleeing from the police, who know everything about us thanks to you!" he rose from his seat abruptly.
"I made an error, sir, I understand," the girl said, eyes not leaving her fuming boss, "I know what this must be doing to Team Rocket."
"You're damn right you made an error!" her boss shouted, "In this organization, at this time, there is no room for failures!"
"So what're you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "You firing me?"
"Yes, I am firing you!" he snapped. Then he became a calm businessman again, sitting down and folding his hands on the desk, "You are no longer part of Team Rocket, One, but because you know so much about us, and you have already told most of it to the police, I cannot allow you to leave this building."
"But you said I was fired," she looked at him, worry starting to show in her eyes.
"Did I? Then let me rephrase that. I cannot allow you to leave this building alive," he smirked, bringing a handgun out of his desk drawer. One froze, fear taking over her whole body. Adrian aimed the muzzle at her, "Say goodbye, Number One."
"Neigh!"
"Vul!"
BLAM! BLAM!
"What the-"
The terrified girl cringed in anticipation, but no pain came. She felt nothing wrong. Slowly she opened her eyes, but the sight before her made her wish she hadn't. There, lying in front of her chair in a pool of blood, was her beautiful Firestorm, blood trickling from the hole in his neck, all the life gone from his deep brown eyes. Next to him was Kitsune, her curly fur soaked with blood that flowed from the wound in her forehead.
She stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. What had just happened was too much for her to bear. She could no longer hold it back.
She screamed.
She shrieked in anguish, tears streaming from her eyes as she rushed to her fallen Pokemon's sides. She wept uncontrollably as she tried to force some life into them. It was no use. They were dead.
She slowly lifted her head to face the son of Giovanni, murderer of her faithful Pokemon. Her green eyes shimmered with tears of grief, but at the same time gleamed with strong, murderous hatred.
"How touching," Adrian smirked, "Your precious Pokemon took bullets intended for you, and paid for it with their lives. Excuse me while I puke." He spat on the ground, "Fools. You trained them to be fools. Now all three of you will pay." He raised the gun once more and squeezed the trigger, but nothing but a small clicking sound was heard.
The ex-Rocket saw the opportunity as he scoured his desk for more bullets. Part of her, the part that knew nothing but pain now, told her to stay there, to let herself die. What was there left to live for? The other part, deep inside of her, shadowed by pain, told her to run for all she was worth. She needed to live. It's what Kitsune and Firestorm wanted when they took her bullets. As she battled to make a choice, instinct took over and she fled. She tore down the hallways, burst out of the door, and ran on, tears streaming from her face. There was nothing left in her but pain now.
Author's Note: I'm about to seriously hurt myself. I just killed a Vulpix. o_o I'm evil!