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Now, on with chapter 'Two' which is really: Chapter Four....

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«"Chapter Four"»

Today was not a good day. For it seemed that I was in the Deep Colosseum place. And it was more extensive than the crappy guide had said. It was like a giant city was here! The place had almost everything, yet that didn't matter to me. The point of it was this; there was only one way in and out. And I needed to find this way out. But that's pretty hard to do when you're stuck hobbling along at a snail's pace besides an ansey Salamance and Espeon. We were lost in a hospital, half a mile under the ground. No wonder we were all (or most of us) were edgy. Claustrophobia had always been one of my greatest hinders. That, and spiders, darkness and too many, many people in large, large places. Like in Malls. During Rush hour. With no one to buddy with to be safe.

"Ow." I comment to no one as I stumble and jostle my broken arm. But I trip again and was about to face plant when something slammed around my waist and caught me. Breathing heavily, my glazing over eyes look to the right to see it had been Trunks that had saved me; grabbing me around the waist with his tail to prevent me from falling. Licking my lips, I try to wet them and make them feel less chalky, foriegn. Also to give me time to collect myself as Trunks slowly sets me down on my feet. "Thanks." I whisper out. Trunks remainds silent a moment and then growls softly, bobbing his head and was that a blush? No, Dragon's can't blush.

"Well well well." A voice snapped out as another laughed darky. "Look what we have here, Regol. Someone that thought she could sneak out of here the easy way."

"Ho ho ho, I think you are right, Lobert. Let us show her the error of her ways?"

"Yes. Let's."

And at that, the two figures stepped out at the end of the hall. The woman was smaller than me, atleast a foot or so. But she was dressed in a guady pink shirt, tight pants and leather boots colored hoot pink. A skirt of hot pink, also leather it seemed, surrounded her waist as a flashy black and pink top hat donned her blonde head. In one hand was a large wand like object, in the other was a pokeball.

"Oh shit." I muttered and looked at the other speaker. His eyes were covered in bright silver sunglasses, while a red bandana covered half his head and sandy brown hair. A long light blue coat and jacket combo covered him from the neck down to his knee's, while underneath it my eyes made out a light red shirt. Black pants and heavy duty dark seinna brown shoes completed his outfit as he also held a single pokeball in one hand.

They wanted a double battle. Oh shit.

"Go, Azumarril!" Lobert yelled out and sent the pokeball hurlting through the air. It landed and cracked open like mini thunder; ejecting a large red beam that splashed onto the tiled floor and quickly took shape and color; a large bulbous body shaped much like an egg with tiny blue feet, wobbly arms and earslonger than those arms (atleast three feet per ear) and beady black eyes glared at me. Swaying back and forth was a spindly black tail with a large fist sized blue orb on the end as the bottom half of the creature was white while a few bubbles of coloration the same or daker shaded the creature around the waist line.

"Maaariil!" The water rabbit snarled.

"Go, Sneasel!" Regol cried out, and already I knew what they were planning as the pokeball split open and the pokemon started to take form. Standing up I ignored the protests of my body and whipped out a pokeball; "Trunks, RETURN!"I shouted out, my voice leaving no room for the Salamance to dis-obey. With a mournful cry at leaving my side open for attacking from these fools, but I ignored it. This wasn't a battle for pokemon sharing so many weaknesses to such pokemon. They might be mediocere, but I wasn't risking it. Quickly I mentally go over what pokemon are left an option too me, and an ideal thought comes to mind. Yes, yes that could work. Quickly hiding the pokeball away I grab at another and draw it out. Maximizing it. In the background music seemed to start filtering, and I realized it was from my backpack. It seemed that my CD player was playing on it's own, and the song was 'Face Up, Face Down' from my Yu Gi Oh sound track.

'Play your strongest card', eh? Well, this isn't so far off. I mused to myself and threw the pokeball forward, trying to ignore the pain in my arm and side. Legs and head. "Go, Atlantis!" I called out and watched as the pokeball hurtled over the air and landed before the Sneasel. "Styx, attack the Azumarill! Atlantis, showem your Bubble Beam!"

"Espia!" Styx cried out, showing slight unwillingness at leaving me without protection, but he leaps forward and lays his ears flat against his skull as he raced forward, whip like tail lashing up and down as he bounded closer to the Azumarill.

"Azu!" Lobert cried out while pointing at the Espeon; "Water Gun!"

"Sneasel, use Faint Attack on Espeon!" Regol countered, hoping to help Lobert in ganging up on my Espeon. But my pokemon already knew their attacks, and memory gave them the knowledge to attack with what they knew. Styx struck first; faster than the Sneasel as Atlantis blocked the deadly dark type attack. The Suicune let out a howling cry of pain as the Sneasel struck his hide rapidly with several swipes from his large claws before the dark type weasel/feline backed off. I grit my teeth, but I couldn't order my pokemon. That would draw their attention from the battle and back to me. That would allow them to see I was basically helpless. And that, that couldn't happen.

Styx gave a war cry as the Azumarill was picked up by the psychic attack, and sent flying through the air. The Water rabbit screamed in fear, but it was too late. The pokemon struck a wall of stone and iron; letting a thump ring out in the air and then silence. The pokemon was dead.

"You! Azumarril!" Lobert cried, running to his fallen pokemon. But it was a big mistake as Styx tripped him up with his mental powers, and knocked him out.

"No! Sneasel!" Regol called out, but she, like her pokemon was doomed. Atlantis dropped the bloody pokemon to the floor and roared, causing Regol to scream and flee; tripping over Lobert's body and falling to the floor. There was no mistaking that crack sound that rang dully in the air. Atlantis hissed again, his back arching like a cats before he settled down enough to trot back to me, sniffing my arm and body; wanting to see if I was alright aside from the wounds I already had. Styx gave a sniffing sound and bounded back to my side, saying something in Eon-ish that was directed at Atlantis. The water cat growled something back that sounded slightly affended and before a full fight broke out I intterupted it.

"Alright, before this becomes a pissing contest, let's get the hell out of here." I snapped out, causing both pokemon to cow from the tone. Roling my eyes I hobble forward, trying to keep my right arm as still as possible. Atlantis hesitates one moment before leaping forward and shoving both bodies out of my way and then prances down the corridor, intent on stopping any other ambushes on me. I glance at Styx and the Espeon stares at me a moment before shrugging. It was really more of a roll of his body; starting from his head and running down his body to the tips of his twin tails in one fluid movement of grace.

And then he nudged me on the leg and urged me forward. We had been still too long. And part of me agreed. Well, the sane part of me anyways. The other part was laughing maniacally in the background of my mind; behind the doors I had slammed it behind. In the darkness of the deepest, darkest, dankest and most primal part of my mind. What scared me was, it didn't sound so far away. Like it was waiting. Ready to pounce, cause me to snap. And when I snap, it was never good. Worriedly I look at Styx and then glance up at Atlantis. I wasn't sure if they would be spared if I couldn't keep it under controll. If I did snap.

"Aeon?" Styx murmured and I shook my head, snapping out of the daze. Pushing a smile I hoped didn't look fake onto my face, I look down at Styx and lie through my teeth. "I'm fine Styx. So come on, let's move it."

"Espa!" Styx purrs out loudly, and gives a toss of his head, eyes bright and jem flashing. He was with me one hundred percent of the way.

Finally making our way out of the maze of a hospital, or death trap. Whichever you'd like to call it. Thankfully without meeting anyother trainers; I recall Styx and Atlantis. Letting Quilava come out. He deserves some time outside, and he was really the only Shadow Pokemon that blended in. There were a few other fire types out. And I saw one that looked like a Typlosion. All wore blank, emotionless faces, or eyes that burned with hatred. Looking down at Quilava, I saw no hatred in his eyes. Just some uncertainty. Well, atleast he didn't look like a psychotic killer like that Magmar over there... I pull the jacket over me, hiding my busted arm and look down once more at Quilava. "Cmon Quil, let's move."

"Laaava." The weasel like ferret pokemon easily kept pace with me. A moment I wanted to know what time it was. I was missing Yu Yu Hakusho most likely, damnit. Dirt and gravel crunched underneath my feet, and I prayed to god that the roof of this place, which was autally dirt and rock and sandstone held up under the pressure put on it by the real world and gravity. But atleast it wasn't completely dark. Every hundred feet was a lamp light where at the top was a bowl of water and held either several midget Chinchou, or one very pathetic Lanturn forced to glow twentyfour/seven. I was able to ignore this. Just not look up. But still, I was shaken to the core. Pokemon were being treated worse than animals.

'But they aren't real. ... unless you're mad.' A biting voice snapped out at me, dark and dangerous. Uncaring. Cruelty. Madness in it. It gave a hissing laugh. 'You're closer to the brink than you know. How long will sanity and reason keep you safe? You know you want to. You will slip. You will turn.'

'NoNoNo! Fuck off! I am not evil, nononono.' I chanted back, knowing nothing was evident on the outside. Nothing was showing. I mean, I had perfected this over three years. Eversense this had started to happen. A split in me, a chasam between personalities. Sometimes I fear it was a true personality split, and not something people do for attention.

I raised my hand up to my head. As if I was suddenly pained. But it wasn't too far from the truth. Finally, the dark receeded, and I had been right. It wasn't locked up anymore. Gods, I wanted to say those cursed words but Murphy's Law hung right over my fucking head. If I said them or even thought them, the moment they formed wether in thought or speach would seal my doom. So keeping my mind realatively clear, and thoughts on one track; I, along with Quilava marched through the sparce underground town of Orre. Trying to find the Exit.

And it was as if a miracle happened. Only a few more minutes of searching, and feeling out in the open; Quilava found it. The way out. It was too good to be true. ... oh fuck, I did not just think that. But it was too late, Murphy's Law and the Universe stuck their tounges out at me and gave me a raspberry a deaf person could hear and a wet person would be drenched in.

For not only had we found the Exit, but coming out of a building close to what looked like a large and empty Elavator shaft was Mirror B. Slightly brused and battered with two of his gaudy Grunts. One in Red, one in Blue. Good, atleast I would be able to snag Croconaw, and another pokemon I could use for pawning off like those two Spoink had done for me. Rolling my head from left to right, several soft cracks came into the air and I sighed. The tension going out of my body. For my arm didn't hurt so much anymore.

"Well, Quil." I began, and the fire type looked up at me, coat shiny and black. Belly and legs a tawny gold while on the outside of the front and hind limbs was a covering of the black hide/fure mixture which was supposedly said to be water proof. "How do you feel up to a battle?"

"Lav." He hissed, his tail and neck flames flaring to life. I smirk, lifting my head and gaze from him and back to our opponents. "Good boy, now. Let's go kick some ass. Shall we?"

"Quil." He snapped out, bobbing his head up and down as he followed my lead while I pulled out a pokeball and let it drop to the ground beside me. It snapped open and up; letting out a massive steel blue form with giant sickles for arms and a single claw ending each; massive feet sank into the dirt to support the heavy armored plated form. Originaly, the creature had been a Water Bug type. Very, very rare. But, due to regeneration process used, like all fossile pokemon they gained a Rock type over one of the types. So Aerodactyl went from Dragon/Flying to a Rock flyer. Kabutops from a pure Water to Water Rock. Omanyte was the same. Cradily from Grass Water to Rock Grass, and finally Feather here. An Armaldo, which I have already supplied the types for him. His heavily plated tail snapped side to side; the spikes on the ends gouging out seven inches of soil five inches deep each time as his tail swung back and forth. Feather like gills sprung from his neck before slipping back into their hiding place in his armor as his lungs took over. The false red eyes on his head gleamed in whatever light they caught while his true eyes swivled around and then caught sight of me. "Dooouuua." He grunted out, voice sounding strained outside of his normal, watery or damp enviroment. I smiled and with my good arm reached over and patted his slightly slick armor. "It's okay Feather, you'll get to be in some water once we get out of here."

"Arrrra." He purred, or as close to a purr as he could. And leaned down with a grating sound to nuzzle the top of my head gently before leaning back up. "Come on boys. Let's go kick some ass."

"Quil!"

"Arma!"

Mirror B was talking rapidly to his two grunts when it was the Red one that saw me. "YOU!" He cried, or rather, warbled out in a warning as Mirror B and the one in blue turned. "You stole my Quilava!Ï

At this, he pointed at said pokemon as I just gave a grin and recalled the loyal fire type back into his pokeball and shoved it back into it's former hiding place. Gaining a few gasps from the grunts in shock. "Feather here, says you're gonna let me have the next train ticket out off here. Or I'm afraid he'll bring the roof crashing down. On us all."

Growling the two grunts backed away, but Mirror B gave me a look that seemed he wanted me to just die on the spot. But the afro headed dork didn't try and stop me as I shakily made my way to the shaft, and looked up it. Mirror B laughed haughtily, and called out that I would never escape because the air shaft was to narrow for a flying pokemon to go through, yet to steep and smooth for anything to climb.

Well ... almost anything.

"Feather." I snap out and the Armaldo comes to my aide, kneeling down long enough for me to scramble onto his back, hidding his armored hide with my broken arm and I all but chomped my lower lip off. I could feel blood in my mouth and I did not like that metallic tang it was leaving. But atleast it wasn't hurting as much as it could. But it still hurt so god damn much.

Using my good arm, I grip onto the hard shell and the Armaldo rises up onto his hind feet. Mirror B and his peons stay smart and stay away. They know I'm injured, or atleast can't use my right arm. And without my left free I'm helpless to summon a pokemon to protect us. But he doesn't advance as luckily enough for me, his pokemon are still asinine compared to mine. And it also helps he probably hasn't seen an Armaldo yet.

Feather grumbles beneath my wieght and advances to the wall, Mirror B and the Peon's follow. I mean, they must think I'm crazy, right? But this is the only option for me, if Mirror B was telling the truth, and my hunch was correct. I look up as we enter the shaft and after a hundred feet or more, the thing is plunged into darkness so deep, I would probably be able to cut it with a knife. It was so dark, that I would have been able to see a match light from maybe eighty feet or more. Gulping, I kick Feather gently with my left foot and he starts to move; advancing on the walls as his claws glow bright silver and with a high pitch shriek of metal slicing stone, his left claw is stuck two feet into solid bedrock. Feather lets out a rumbling roar and started to advance up the wall. As he pulled his giant claws out of the bedrock, he left a large indent as the rock was pulled away and broke off; leaving a place where he could jam his feet into for purchase on the smooth stone.

Sighing and wincing as my arm gave off a sharp twang of pain, I let my head drop and touch Feather's armor. So, what was I going to do now? I mean, here I was. In some insane moment of hero-like moment, in an insane time. And insane possibility. This couldn't be real. But the cool surface beneath my head most defenatly was not the kicthen floor. How did I manage to get myself into these messes? Well, atleast I could take comfort in the fact this wasn't my fault.

And then, the light was gone. I gasp and clench my hand tighter onto Feather's shell. It's like hell, there is no end. I can't see any light, I can't see anything. All I can do is keep my grip on Feather and hope we get out of here soon. But it was going to be one hell of a lengthy ride in this pitch darkness.

Shadow Lab

Ein smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. Oh, the plan was going absolutely perfect. And now thanks to all but one way to eliminate the Shadow or Dark Aura around a pokemon were gone, he had the ultimate killing or fighting machines. And all thanks to the young red headed woman. Because she could see the aura around the pokemon. And due to that, it was able to be healed. But if no one could see it. No one could sense it. If they looked absolutly normal.

There was no cure.

Unless ... someone had a time flute and summoned Celebi. But, that was impossible. The time Flutes were here, in the Shadow Lab. Rui was in the shadow lab, the depths as they called it. Where the rejected pokemon speciemens went too. And their only problem was neutralized thanks to a ... field agent of sorts. So there was only one thing that could foil his plans, his and Ciphers and Nascours or the Boss's. And that, that was the little bitch that was currently getting away from The Deep Underground.

Seriously, he mused. How hard was it to take down or stop a woman with a broken arm? Apparently for the stupid; pretty damn hard. But, Ein wasn't about to let this moment of glory be snatched away by the broken armed bitch and her Armaldo, or army of pokemon. The night vision camera continued to trace the girl's treacherous journey and Ein got an idea.

He'd have a surprise waiting for her out in the area she was going to come up in. Because it seemed she was going in a straight line.

Pulling out a phone, Ein quickly dialed a number and brought it up to his ear. His brown eyes sparkled with something that wasn't innocent mirth. "Yes ... Get Subjects A-12, B-12, C-23 and B-24. We .. have a guest that they would dearly love to meet. Yes, I know ... but this is the perfect chance to test out their pack abilities. Send them to the point five miles from Pyrite. Yes, they can endure that much running. Good."

And then Ein hung up. Thinking he had sealed the fate of the pesky woman that was a thorn in their side.

«"End Chapter Four"»