Chapter Four
Char was in the elevator, heading to the roof of the building. He knew there was a small office on the top, a place where he was sure Nascour could be hiding.
When he reached the farthest the elevator would take him, he stepped out. The building was run-down, falling apart due to its age and the countless pokemon battles he waged there with the peons of Cipher.
He quickly located the final flight of stairs, and was about to climb them to the roof, when he noticed an all to familiar knife lying on the ground—with it, a note.
Seizing up the knife, he read the note.
Char, Char, why do you taunt me? Why do you haunt me? With such soft skin and even softer lips... A more beautiful boy I could never find, and know very soon, that you WILL be mine.
"No way in hell!", screamed Char, stomping his foot down on the note.
Looking at the knife, he smiled.
"I promise. That you'll die by this knife, Nascour! You'll die!"
Char raced up the stairs, rage stoked with inner fire.
Sneasel's pokeball at the ready, he tore forward, ripping the office door open. But instead of being greeted by Nascour himself, a hologram projection smiled evilly at him.
"You didn't think I'd let you have it this easy, did you Char? Tsk. I'm smarter than you, don't forget it."
Char only snarled. "What do you want, Nascour? I'm sick of this little game of yours! I've come here for one thing, and that's to kill you."
"Well then, I certainly shouldn't keep you waiting, should I? Why don't you come to my... lair."
The hologram disappeared, and a Warp Tile appeared on the floor. Char did not hesitate.
Stepping on the panel led him to a room of darkness, in which he could neither hear nor see anything.
"Come out!", he said, defiant.
"Oh, I will", said Nascour's voice. "When the time is right."
A faint "ssssssssssss.." noise was heard, and Char, being no idiot and knowing well the technology of Cipher, looked for a place to hide. The gas that was being leaked into the room would put him out in seconds, or even.. kill him.
Finding that this room was a solid square, with the gas vents at the very top, he realized his only hope was a pokemon. He reached for Fearow's pokeball—when the gas hit him.
The pokeball dropped to the floor, along with Char's knocked out body.
"Now I've got you.. Silly Char. Always walking into a trap.. well, at least you're in character.", Nascour smiled.
End Chapter Four