((Bmania))
Segue
again! (sorry...)
Hatch Carter crouched in the darkened crux
of a T-intersection, deep in the sewers beneath Littleroot Town. The
siege had fallen the previous night. He was the last to survive. A
lone human in a sea of malicious plush monsters. Hatch Carter, armed
with a shotgun full of buckshot and a grimace full of rage. They
would pay for what they had done to his family...his friends...
He
had been stationed on a standard guard duty. They had all heard the
rumours of pokemon experiments conducted in the depths of the
laboratories. Object displacement, astral projection, temporal
studies...some of the men said they were experimenting on Abras,
trying to unlock the secrets of teleportation. Hatch could've cared
less. As long as the paycheck cashed, the big-wigs could do whatever
they had to do.
Now he cared. Now, he suspected, a lot of
people had begun to care. Too little too late.
It began in the
Research Centre. Swarms of Abra teleporting into the place. Screams
and blood everywhere. And then the Haunters, dark swirling miasmas of
energy that would streak through the walls and possess human victims.
And the possessed would turn on their allies.
Amidst the
screams and chaos, the head of the department, Professor Birch, had
reeled at Hatch, grabbing his collar and crying out in the horrified
voice of a man insane: "Monsters are real! I know ... I ... I made
their cage!"
And then the Haunters swept through, and in an
instant Birch's face was twisted into a visage so grim and dark
that Hatch knew he would be forced to kill him within a minute.
An
hour later he had clawed his way out of that base, and hid in the
relative safety of the sewers. They could still find him here, but at
least he wasn't swamped. And there was always his trusty boomstick
to dissuade them.
A hiss, like a dozen snakes with reverb
effects, echoed through the tunnel. And then a spined silhouette
appeared in the dark haze of a distant junction. A hideous,
anthropomorphic reptile rounded the corner. It snorted, then began to
lope toward Hatch, gaining speed, a rocket in a drain-pipe, all four
clawed limbs skittering at the concrete walls. Hatch cried out in
surprise and cocked his double-barrel. The monster leaped, claws
extended...
"Get your paws off me, damn dirty Abra!"
A
sound of thunder. The report echoed endlessly in the tunnel. Blood
and flesh rained upon Hatch's shoulders. The shot-gun fell limp to
his side. So tired. But he had to go on...
Had to kill 'em
all... (TM)
