Disclaimer: I own Loren. I AM Loren. Tom and Elin are real people with
different names. I own Dr. Mason. If you wish to borrow any of these
characters, ask me. NO STEALING. Those who steal will be punished
severely... All other things in this fic that belong to someone else...
Well... Belong to someone else.
Author's note: The language may exceed the PG-13 level in parts, but I'm not sure. But if you don't mind language, read on.
Chapter 9
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In a semi-dark room, a man in an orange suit sat on a very large seat facing toward a display screen the size of the entire wall. On the screen, there was a surveillance image. In this, there were three teenagers, armed with swords and guns, heading toward the side entrance of Team Rocket HQ. The man was Giovanni, leader of Team Rocket. The teenagers were, to him, a pile of nauseating adolescents, angry at TR for breaking into their house, thinking they could get their revenge.
"I think not." He said in a bored fashion. He turned to a young female next to him. "Dispose of them quickly. I have bigger things to worry about at the moment."
"Yes sir." She said and hurried out of the room.
"Now then," Giovanni turned to a figure in the corner of his room, veiled in shadow. "Shall we talk business?"
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"Just play it cool." I said to Tom and Elin as we approached the building of Team Rocket HQ. "Let me do the talking."
"Right." Tom said as we came up to the metal side door of the building. I observed the lock, and came to the conclusion that I could pick it. But before I had time to dig out my safety pins, Tom pointed his shotgun at the lock, and after a loud bang, the door swung open.
"Right, well. I guess that works too." I said as I stepped inside and looked at the door and the large hole where the lock used to be.
"Of course. It's me 'yer talkin' to." He said, mimicking someone I couldn't quite place, but I pushed it out of my mind. I gazed ahead at the corridor, which turned right and out of our sight. I gestured that way with a jerk of my head and we started walking. After some pointless wandering we finally came to a large room, dimly lit, with a large pair of double doors at the other end.
"Let's go." I said and started heading toward the doors. Tom and Elin followed me, and we walked on, focused on our mission, not really taking the time to look around at the room.
As we came near to the doors, we heard a loud creaking noise, and saw that the doors were opening. We grabbed our weapons, getting ready for whatever might be coming through. There was a slight popping noise and white smoke engulfed the doors. We heard a woman's maniacal laughter from that way and I thought I saw a figure in the midst of the smoke.
"Would you please stop laughing and do something useful like turning on the air conditioning to get rid of that smoke, it's getting stuffy in here." I said. The laughter stopped abruptly.
"Who are you anyway?" Tom asked with a mocking tone. The figure spoke.
"You can call me..." A teenaged girl jumped out of the smoke, bearing a Team Rocket uniform, slightly modified to look weird. "...The Black Tulip!" She held a very stiff looking metallic black flower in her hand and she smiled sweetly. "And you're not getting through this door. My boss is beyond, and he doesn't like uninvited visitors."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Rrrrriiiight..... Well if you'll excuse us, miss turnip, we have to see your boss, whether you or he like it or not." I said as I walked past her, ignoring her baffled expression.
Soon she got herself together and turned to me. "No-one insults the Black Tulip and gets away with it!" Tom and Elin walked past her, ignoring her as well. She looked at this, completely baffled. But this just served to fuel her anger. She tossed her black flower thing at me as one would a dart. Half expecting this, I whipped around, and, due to excessive training, hit the flower in midair, sending it clattering to the floor. I then proceeded toward the stunned turnip woman and kicked her in the chest. Not hard, but just enough to send her stumbling against the wall.
I dug out a few ninja throwing stars, which I had portaled from somewhere earlier on, and tossed four at her. Two pinned her right arm to the wall by her sleeves, and two more pinned the left. She tried to struggle to get free, but I didn't stay to watch. I headed back to the door and stepped through, Tom and Elin following suit.
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*3rd person POV*
Giovanni turned toward the door to his room when he heard the door open. In came three teens, two boys and a girl, all of them armed to the teeth. "How did you het in here? Where's 009?" He asked angrily.
"She's a bit pinned down at the moment," the teen in the middle, a boy dressed all in black with a pair of menacing looking blades, said, jerking his head toward a surveillance monitor. Giovanni turned to look, and, indeed, there was 009, pinned to the wall by the sleeves of her uniform.
"Alright, I'm impressed. She's my best agent. Now what do you want? Make it quick, I have business to attend to." He said as he turned to the teens once more.
"First of all," Loren began, "If that's the best you got, shame, shame. Second, the reason why we're here is because two of your pathetic little members broke into my house and messed the place up. We're here to hurt them and whoever sent them. Third, there's an old friend who much desires to speak with you..." He started grinning, then twiched.
Suddenly he looked at his shoulder and saw a tranquilizer dart sticking out of the back of his shoulder. He looked up behind himself as Tom and Elin collapsed, and saw 009.
"Damn." He collapsed, out cold.
"Takes care of that problem." Giovanni said. "Are these them?" He turned to the figure in the corner, hidden in the shadows.
"Yes. And so is he." He gestured to Loren. "The one we seek."
"Well, then." He turned to the Team Rocked agents that filed into the room. "Take to him you know where. Throw the rest in the cell block."
A few random 'Yes, sir's came from the crowd as they proceeded to pick up the teens and carry them out of the room.
Giovanni turned to the figure, which stepped out of the shadows to reveal that he was indeed a man. "You'd better go with them and make sure they don't mess up. I have important Team Rocket business to attend to."
"Yes," The man replied and turned to follow the Rockets into the hallway.
"Finally." Giovanni clenched his fist and turned to his desk once more.
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*1st person POV*
"Unnghh" My wrists hurt. So did my ankles. I opened my eyes. I was in a room which was seemingly made of metal. The ceiling and floor were solid metal and the walls were covered in consoles and monitors of differend kinds. I myself was lying on a metal plate, like a table, with my wrists and ankles attached to it with thick metal clamps. Attacked to my ankle was a metal anklet, not unlike the one in Dr. mason's laboratory.
I looked around. No sign of Tom or Elin. Obviously they had been taken to a different place. My weapons were also gone. I surveyed my surroundings and analysed my chances of escape. When I moved, I felt cold metal against my right ankle. I looked down at my ankle and say another of the containment collars around my ankle, although this one loked like a different model. I slumped back against the metal table that I was bound to. "Not again."
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*3rd person POV*
Tom felt conciousness returning. He looked around himself at a small cell with no windows and only one, large, metal door to it. He saw Elin coming to next to him. "You okay?"
"Unghh.... Yeah." She sat up. "Where are we?"
"Apparently we're in a prison cell. No sign of Loren. They probably took him to his own lab cell thing. He can take care of himself. We need to get out of here at some point." He paused. "Any ideas?"
(Author's note: The following bit is written by my friend Tom, A.K.A The Authorized. Credit to him for the following:)
"Well, I thought we could..." She didn't have time to complete her sentence before Tom's mind started working aloud:
"They've most likely got guards just behind that door..." Elin sighed. Tom's thoughts never waited for anyone's speech to finish, but on the other hand, they were often worth it. "The guards will be Rockets. Rocket's aren't too fond of prisoners...I'll bet they're waiting for an excuse for the fun of mugging us. If we make a racket, they'll come in here to 'lecture' us...yes...that might work...". "Elin", he said, turning his attention to her." Are you in shape for a fight?".
"I think so."
"Me too", Tom rubbed his forehead, "it's just this confounded headache is driving me mad... Then again, who'll know the difference?" He smirked. Elin looked at him, worried. That smirk could mean only one thing: he was going to execute another of his death-mocking plans.
"Wait a sec, Tom. You seriously think we can beat the armed guards in this state?"
"We'll have the benefit of logic... They won't be thinking clearly when they attack us." The words 'what do you mean?' formed on Elin's lips, but she realized it was too late. Tom had focused on the door. It was all or nothing, now. She took a fighting stance and prepared to tempt fate.
A metallic bang filled the cell as Tom's shoe made contact with the door. "YO, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" No answer. "HEY, YOU COMING OR TOO BUSY WITH EACH OTHER?!" Elin thought she heard a faint growl from behind the door. Tom whacked the door with his elbow, sending another bang echoing through the building. "I BET YOUR BOSS WON'T BE TOO PROUD, HUH? YOU CAN'T KEEP TWO KIDS QUIET!"
"Shut up, or else!" An infuriated voice growled from behind the door.
"OR ELSE WHAT? YOU'LL STICK IN YOUR BABYFACES AND KILL ME WITH LAUGHTER?" That was the final blow. Snarls of rage accompanied the sound of a key turning in a heavy lock.
Two Rockets, red in the face, appeared in the doorway. "Final warning, brats! Another sound, and..."
"You pickin' a fight, huh?" Tom jumped up and down with his fists in the air. Elin watched in confusion. What was he thinking? They'd be lucky to survive in one piece. "C'mon, big boy! You afraid?"
The guard lunged at Tom, snarling in anger. Tom quickly stepped aside. The guard hit the wall.
"Ooww, poor baby got hurt? Let's call mommy..."
The second Rocket started at Tom from behind, but stopped more of surprise than of force when Elin's slender arm blocked his way. He turned to face her in amusement. "You messing with me, girlie?" He reached out for her. She slammed her left forearm into the guard's outstretched one, sending it with momentum to the Rocket's left. It caught him by surprise, and he turned a bit left to regain his balance. Elin whirled around and roundhouse- kicked him in the back. The guard fell with a groan.
The first Rocket rose off the floor, angrier than ever. He advanced at Tom, his face now a luminous orange. Tom kicked him in the groin, hard. The guard staggered, but his fury overcame the pain. Tom had been expecting him to collapse, and therefore was unprepared when the guard grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into a wall. "You little piece of..." Elin's foot slammed into his side. He turned his head, and his attention on the strangling hold was disturbed.
Tom grabbed the guard's arm and swiftly twisted it clockwise and down. The guard let out a snarl of raging pain as the twisting arm forced him to bend down. He was about to bring his other arm to the rescue when Tom's knee hit him square in the face. He screamed and lifted his head as far up as possible, covering it with his left hand. Tom's next kick hit him in the stomach, sending him into a wall. He didn't get up.
"Voilá." Tom's voice was exhausted. "That slam into the wall wasn't good for my headache." He clutched his head.
"No time for pain. We must find Loren and our weapons." Elin stepped into the corridor outside the cell. It continued in both directions. No Rockets in sight, which was astonishing, thinking of the racket Tom's taunt and the fight had caused.
"I must admit, your plan wasn't too bad." Elin said to Tom as he, too, came out of the cell."How did you come up with enraging the guards?"
"I thought of what I do best." He answered with a tired smirk.
(Author's note: End of Tom's, A.K.A The Authorized's writing. Here starts my writing once again.)
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"I believe I can fly..... I believe I can touch the sky........ I believe someone's gonna feel large amounts of pain when I get out of here...." I sang to myself as I lay back on the cold metal table.
('I Believe I Can Fly' is copyright of someone. I don't own it. Don't sue me.)
I sighed as I got sick of the one song and moved on to the next one. "A very old friend, came by today..."
(Elvis Presley, 'His latest Flame'. Don't sue me.)
That said, I heard metal grinding against metal at the door. "Like I said..." I added as I looked up at a familiar figure.
"Well, well, well. A very old friend now, am I? I didn't think you'd get over it so quickly," said the man as he stepped into the room.
"Mason." I said, rage apparent in my voice.
"Now, now, don't get excited. Save your strength for what's in plan for you. Giovanni's paying me good money for this. I can use that money to research things for the military and make myself famous. I can see the headlines now:" He lifted his hand into the air and moved it from left to right as he spoke: "Brilliant scientist Dr. Mason invents advanced technology for military. Dr Mason the next Einstein. Nobel prize to Dr. Mason." He lowered his hand. "Just thinking about it is bliss..."
"What about me?"
"What?" He turned to me.
"Gio only wants 'Two. What about me?"
"You?" He started for the door. "You will be dealt with." He stepped out of the room and the large metal door closed behind him with a bang. Metal grinding against metal was heard as the huge locking mechanisms of the door sealed the door.
"Lovely."
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"Erm... Okay. Now've you got any ideas?" Tom looked at the four doors in front of them, all of them unlabeled.
"Not really." Elin paused. "Calculate the probablilty that the door we pick will be the right one." She said, mimicking a math problem.
"One in four." Tom answered absently.
"Close enough." Elin said and headed for the right-most door.
Tom rolled his eyes and followed.
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"Wise men say, only fools rush in...."
(Elvis Presley, 'Can't help falling in love.' No sueing.)
Just then the doors made their usual metal against metal scraping as the locks opened and a boy in his late teens walked in. He was wearing a Team Rocket uniform, but he didn't look the type. I decided that I should regard him as a Rocket, regardless of his looks.
"Who're you?" I asked, not having seen him before.
"My name is John." He said, sounding a little too kind for a Rocket.
"What're you doing here? Only Giovanni and Mason are allowed in here." I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "Who let you in?"
"I let myself in." He gestured to the doorway. I turned and saw three unconcious guards outside. I turned to John again. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I was sent by one Jou-san. He is a very respected, wise man. He knows that you have one of the portal stones. He wishes to help you. I'm here to get you out." He answered as he started typing at one of the consoles on the wall. "I'm looping the cameras so no-one will miss you until we're out of here. The guards outside'll think they fell asleep. I'll now try to unlock your clamps. I'll need to concentrate, so if you could please stay silent for a while." He started typing and I lay back on the metal plate.
A few minutes later I heard a beep from the console that he was typing at, and the clamps on my wrists and ankles opened. I rubbed at my aching wrists, enjoying the bliss of freedom. John offered me a hand. I took it and he pulled me upright. "Thanks." I said. "Good thing you got to me before they figured my plan."
"What is that?" He asked.
"You know about my 'Schizophrenia', right?"
"Yes. Jou-san told me everything."
I ignored the nagging question of how this Jou-san knew, and proceeded to explain. "The thing is that Mewtwo is not here. He's wandering. He's nearby, but not in me. I knew Giovanni would try to do something, so I sent Mewtwo away just in case. They wouldn't have control of Mewtwo and they couldn't harm me either."
"I see." He turned to the door.
"Wait!" I grabbed his shoulder. "We have to go for Tom and Elin!"
"They are in no trouble. In fact I think they'll be joining us outside." He answered.
"Oh. Okay. Well, then. Lead the way."
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"Well we haven't found Loren, but this helps."
"Certainly." Elin responded to Tom as he commented on the fact that they had just found theirs and Loren's belongings, including all their weapons and the portal stone. "I guess we should also take Loren's stuff."
"Yeah." Tom said as he grabbed Loren's weapons. "Which way from here?"
"That way?" Elin pointed toward a door.
Tom looked at it. "Worth a try."
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About 20 minutes and a couple dozen whacks later John and I reached the exit. Finding it locked, we found no other solution but the first one that came to mind.
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Tom looked out of the door they had ended up going through. The exit. He looked at the warm, sunny day that it was. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the door a few meters away flew off its hinges. A leg, horizontally straight, was where the door had been a few seconds prior. Black, loose pants covered the foot down to the ankle, the foot bare.
"Loren." Tom said, without needing to see his face.
"Tom? Elin?" Loren asked as he put his leg down and came outside, followed by someone neither Tom nor Elin had ever seen.
"Hello." He said. "I'm John."
Author's note: The language may exceed the PG-13 level in parts, but I'm not sure. But if you don't mind language, read on.
Chapter 9
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In a semi-dark room, a man in an orange suit sat on a very large seat facing toward a display screen the size of the entire wall. On the screen, there was a surveillance image. In this, there were three teenagers, armed with swords and guns, heading toward the side entrance of Team Rocket HQ. The man was Giovanni, leader of Team Rocket. The teenagers were, to him, a pile of nauseating adolescents, angry at TR for breaking into their house, thinking they could get their revenge.
"I think not." He said in a bored fashion. He turned to a young female next to him. "Dispose of them quickly. I have bigger things to worry about at the moment."
"Yes sir." She said and hurried out of the room.
"Now then," Giovanni turned to a figure in the corner of his room, veiled in shadow. "Shall we talk business?"
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"Just play it cool." I said to Tom and Elin as we approached the building of Team Rocket HQ. "Let me do the talking."
"Right." Tom said as we came up to the metal side door of the building. I observed the lock, and came to the conclusion that I could pick it. But before I had time to dig out my safety pins, Tom pointed his shotgun at the lock, and after a loud bang, the door swung open.
"Right, well. I guess that works too." I said as I stepped inside and looked at the door and the large hole where the lock used to be.
"Of course. It's me 'yer talkin' to." He said, mimicking someone I couldn't quite place, but I pushed it out of my mind. I gazed ahead at the corridor, which turned right and out of our sight. I gestured that way with a jerk of my head and we started walking. After some pointless wandering we finally came to a large room, dimly lit, with a large pair of double doors at the other end.
"Let's go." I said and started heading toward the doors. Tom and Elin followed me, and we walked on, focused on our mission, not really taking the time to look around at the room.
As we came near to the doors, we heard a loud creaking noise, and saw that the doors were opening. We grabbed our weapons, getting ready for whatever might be coming through. There was a slight popping noise and white smoke engulfed the doors. We heard a woman's maniacal laughter from that way and I thought I saw a figure in the midst of the smoke.
"Would you please stop laughing and do something useful like turning on the air conditioning to get rid of that smoke, it's getting stuffy in here." I said. The laughter stopped abruptly.
"Who are you anyway?" Tom asked with a mocking tone. The figure spoke.
"You can call me..." A teenaged girl jumped out of the smoke, bearing a Team Rocket uniform, slightly modified to look weird. "...The Black Tulip!" She held a very stiff looking metallic black flower in her hand and she smiled sweetly. "And you're not getting through this door. My boss is beyond, and he doesn't like uninvited visitors."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Rrrrriiiight..... Well if you'll excuse us, miss turnip, we have to see your boss, whether you or he like it or not." I said as I walked past her, ignoring her baffled expression.
Soon she got herself together and turned to me. "No-one insults the Black Tulip and gets away with it!" Tom and Elin walked past her, ignoring her as well. She looked at this, completely baffled. But this just served to fuel her anger. She tossed her black flower thing at me as one would a dart. Half expecting this, I whipped around, and, due to excessive training, hit the flower in midair, sending it clattering to the floor. I then proceeded toward the stunned turnip woman and kicked her in the chest. Not hard, but just enough to send her stumbling against the wall.
I dug out a few ninja throwing stars, which I had portaled from somewhere earlier on, and tossed four at her. Two pinned her right arm to the wall by her sleeves, and two more pinned the left. She tried to struggle to get free, but I didn't stay to watch. I headed back to the door and stepped through, Tom and Elin following suit.
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*3rd person POV*
Giovanni turned toward the door to his room when he heard the door open. In came three teens, two boys and a girl, all of them armed to the teeth. "How did you het in here? Where's 009?" He asked angrily.
"She's a bit pinned down at the moment," the teen in the middle, a boy dressed all in black with a pair of menacing looking blades, said, jerking his head toward a surveillance monitor. Giovanni turned to look, and, indeed, there was 009, pinned to the wall by the sleeves of her uniform.
"Alright, I'm impressed. She's my best agent. Now what do you want? Make it quick, I have business to attend to." He said as he turned to the teens once more.
"First of all," Loren began, "If that's the best you got, shame, shame. Second, the reason why we're here is because two of your pathetic little members broke into my house and messed the place up. We're here to hurt them and whoever sent them. Third, there's an old friend who much desires to speak with you..." He started grinning, then twiched.
Suddenly he looked at his shoulder and saw a tranquilizer dart sticking out of the back of his shoulder. He looked up behind himself as Tom and Elin collapsed, and saw 009.
"Damn." He collapsed, out cold.
"Takes care of that problem." Giovanni said. "Are these them?" He turned to the figure in the corner, hidden in the shadows.
"Yes. And so is he." He gestured to Loren. "The one we seek."
"Well, then." He turned to the Team Rocked agents that filed into the room. "Take to him you know where. Throw the rest in the cell block."
A few random 'Yes, sir's came from the crowd as they proceeded to pick up the teens and carry them out of the room.
Giovanni turned to the figure, which stepped out of the shadows to reveal that he was indeed a man. "You'd better go with them and make sure they don't mess up. I have important Team Rocket business to attend to."
"Yes," The man replied and turned to follow the Rockets into the hallway.
"Finally." Giovanni clenched his fist and turned to his desk once more.
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*1st person POV*
"Unnghh" My wrists hurt. So did my ankles. I opened my eyes. I was in a room which was seemingly made of metal. The ceiling and floor were solid metal and the walls were covered in consoles and monitors of differend kinds. I myself was lying on a metal plate, like a table, with my wrists and ankles attached to it with thick metal clamps. Attacked to my ankle was a metal anklet, not unlike the one in Dr. mason's laboratory.
I looked around. No sign of Tom or Elin. Obviously they had been taken to a different place. My weapons were also gone. I surveyed my surroundings and analysed my chances of escape. When I moved, I felt cold metal against my right ankle. I looked down at my ankle and say another of the containment collars around my ankle, although this one loked like a different model. I slumped back against the metal table that I was bound to. "Not again."
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*3rd person POV*
Tom felt conciousness returning. He looked around himself at a small cell with no windows and only one, large, metal door to it. He saw Elin coming to next to him. "You okay?"
"Unghh.... Yeah." She sat up. "Where are we?"
"Apparently we're in a prison cell. No sign of Loren. They probably took him to his own lab cell thing. He can take care of himself. We need to get out of here at some point." He paused. "Any ideas?"
(Author's note: The following bit is written by my friend Tom, A.K.A The Authorized. Credit to him for the following:)
"Well, I thought we could..." She didn't have time to complete her sentence before Tom's mind started working aloud:
"They've most likely got guards just behind that door..." Elin sighed. Tom's thoughts never waited for anyone's speech to finish, but on the other hand, they were often worth it. "The guards will be Rockets. Rocket's aren't too fond of prisoners...I'll bet they're waiting for an excuse for the fun of mugging us. If we make a racket, they'll come in here to 'lecture' us...yes...that might work...". "Elin", he said, turning his attention to her." Are you in shape for a fight?".
"I think so."
"Me too", Tom rubbed his forehead, "it's just this confounded headache is driving me mad... Then again, who'll know the difference?" He smirked. Elin looked at him, worried. That smirk could mean only one thing: he was going to execute another of his death-mocking plans.
"Wait a sec, Tom. You seriously think we can beat the armed guards in this state?"
"We'll have the benefit of logic... They won't be thinking clearly when they attack us." The words 'what do you mean?' formed on Elin's lips, but she realized it was too late. Tom had focused on the door. It was all or nothing, now. She took a fighting stance and prepared to tempt fate.
A metallic bang filled the cell as Tom's shoe made contact with the door. "YO, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" No answer. "HEY, YOU COMING OR TOO BUSY WITH EACH OTHER?!" Elin thought she heard a faint growl from behind the door. Tom whacked the door with his elbow, sending another bang echoing through the building. "I BET YOUR BOSS WON'T BE TOO PROUD, HUH? YOU CAN'T KEEP TWO KIDS QUIET!"
"Shut up, or else!" An infuriated voice growled from behind the door.
"OR ELSE WHAT? YOU'LL STICK IN YOUR BABYFACES AND KILL ME WITH LAUGHTER?" That was the final blow. Snarls of rage accompanied the sound of a key turning in a heavy lock.
Two Rockets, red in the face, appeared in the doorway. "Final warning, brats! Another sound, and..."
"You pickin' a fight, huh?" Tom jumped up and down with his fists in the air. Elin watched in confusion. What was he thinking? They'd be lucky to survive in one piece. "C'mon, big boy! You afraid?"
The guard lunged at Tom, snarling in anger. Tom quickly stepped aside. The guard hit the wall.
"Ooww, poor baby got hurt? Let's call mommy..."
The second Rocket started at Tom from behind, but stopped more of surprise than of force when Elin's slender arm blocked his way. He turned to face her in amusement. "You messing with me, girlie?" He reached out for her. She slammed her left forearm into the guard's outstretched one, sending it with momentum to the Rocket's left. It caught him by surprise, and he turned a bit left to regain his balance. Elin whirled around and roundhouse- kicked him in the back. The guard fell with a groan.
The first Rocket rose off the floor, angrier than ever. He advanced at Tom, his face now a luminous orange. Tom kicked him in the groin, hard. The guard staggered, but his fury overcame the pain. Tom had been expecting him to collapse, and therefore was unprepared when the guard grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into a wall. "You little piece of..." Elin's foot slammed into his side. He turned his head, and his attention on the strangling hold was disturbed.
Tom grabbed the guard's arm and swiftly twisted it clockwise and down. The guard let out a snarl of raging pain as the twisting arm forced him to bend down. He was about to bring his other arm to the rescue when Tom's knee hit him square in the face. He screamed and lifted his head as far up as possible, covering it with his left hand. Tom's next kick hit him in the stomach, sending him into a wall. He didn't get up.
"Voilá." Tom's voice was exhausted. "That slam into the wall wasn't good for my headache." He clutched his head.
"No time for pain. We must find Loren and our weapons." Elin stepped into the corridor outside the cell. It continued in both directions. No Rockets in sight, which was astonishing, thinking of the racket Tom's taunt and the fight had caused.
"I must admit, your plan wasn't too bad." Elin said to Tom as he, too, came out of the cell."How did you come up with enraging the guards?"
"I thought of what I do best." He answered with a tired smirk.
(Author's note: End of Tom's, A.K.A The Authorized's writing. Here starts my writing once again.)
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"I believe I can fly..... I believe I can touch the sky........ I believe someone's gonna feel large amounts of pain when I get out of here...." I sang to myself as I lay back on the cold metal table.
('I Believe I Can Fly' is copyright of someone. I don't own it. Don't sue me.)
I sighed as I got sick of the one song and moved on to the next one. "A very old friend, came by today..."
(Elvis Presley, 'His latest Flame'. Don't sue me.)
That said, I heard metal grinding against metal at the door. "Like I said..." I added as I looked up at a familiar figure.
"Well, well, well. A very old friend now, am I? I didn't think you'd get over it so quickly," said the man as he stepped into the room.
"Mason." I said, rage apparent in my voice.
"Now, now, don't get excited. Save your strength for what's in plan for you. Giovanni's paying me good money for this. I can use that money to research things for the military and make myself famous. I can see the headlines now:" He lifted his hand into the air and moved it from left to right as he spoke: "Brilliant scientist Dr. Mason invents advanced technology for military. Dr Mason the next Einstein. Nobel prize to Dr. Mason." He lowered his hand. "Just thinking about it is bliss..."
"What about me?"
"What?" He turned to me.
"Gio only wants 'Two. What about me?"
"You?" He started for the door. "You will be dealt with." He stepped out of the room and the large metal door closed behind him with a bang. Metal grinding against metal was heard as the huge locking mechanisms of the door sealed the door.
"Lovely."
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"Erm... Okay. Now've you got any ideas?" Tom looked at the four doors in front of them, all of them unlabeled.
"Not really." Elin paused. "Calculate the probablilty that the door we pick will be the right one." She said, mimicking a math problem.
"One in four." Tom answered absently.
"Close enough." Elin said and headed for the right-most door.
Tom rolled his eyes and followed.
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"Wise men say, only fools rush in...."
(Elvis Presley, 'Can't help falling in love.' No sueing.)
Just then the doors made their usual metal against metal scraping as the locks opened and a boy in his late teens walked in. He was wearing a Team Rocket uniform, but he didn't look the type. I decided that I should regard him as a Rocket, regardless of his looks.
"Who're you?" I asked, not having seen him before.
"My name is John." He said, sounding a little too kind for a Rocket.
"What're you doing here? Only Giovanni and Mason are allowed in here." I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "Who let you in?"
"I let myself in." He gestured to the doorway. I turned and saw three unconcious guards outside. I turned to John again. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I was sent by one Jou-san. He is a very respected, wise man. He knows that you have one of the portal stones. He wishes to help you. I'm here to get you out." He answered as he started typing at one of the consoles on the wall. "I'm looping the cameras so no-one will miss you until we're out of here. The guards outside'll think they fell asleep. I'll now try to unlock your clamps. I'll need to concentrate, so if you could please stay silent for a while." He started typing and I lay back on the metal plate.
A few minutes later I heard a beep from the console that he was typing at, and the clamps on my wrists and ankles opened. I rubbed at my aching wrists, enjoying the bliss of freedom. John offered me a hand. I took it and he pulled me upright. "Thanks." I said. "Good thing you got to me before they figured my plan."
"What is that?" He asked.
"You know about my 'Schizophrenia', right?"
"Yes. Jou-san told me everything."
I ignored the nagging question of how this Jou-san knew, and proceeded to explain. "The thing is that Mewtwo is not here. He's wandering. He's nearby, but not in me. I knew Giovanni would try to do something, so I sent Mewtwo away just in case. They wouldn't have control of Mewtwo and they couldn't harm me either."
"I see." He turned to the door.
"Wait!" I grabbed his shoulder. "We have to go for Tom and Elin!"
"They are in no trouble. In fact I think they'll be joining us outside." He answered.
"Oh. Okay. Well, then. Lead the way."
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"Well we haven't found Loren, but this helps."
"Certainly." Elin responded to Tom as he commented on the fact that they had just found theirs and Loren's belongings, including all their weapons and the portal stone. "I guess we should also take Loren's stuff."
"Yeah." Tom said as he grabbed Loren's weapons. "Which way from here?"
"That way?" Elin pointed toward a door.
Tom looked at it. "Worth a try."
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About 20 minutes and a couple dozen whacks later John and I reached the exit. Finding it locked, we found no other solution but the first one that came to mind.
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Tom looked out of the door they had ended up going through. The exit. He looked at the warm, sunny day that it was. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the door a few meters away flew off its hinges. A leg, horizontally straight, was where the door had been a few seconds prior. Black, loose pants covered the foot down to the ankle, the foot bare.
"Loren." Tom said, without needing to see his face.
"Tom? Elin?" Loren asked as he put his leg down and came outside, followed by someone neither Tom nor Elin had ever seen.
"Hello." He said. "I'm John."