Disclaimer: Newsflash: This just in! Renegade Zero does not own anything in this story save the plot and her yet to be named character! That, is all. 'the nameless figure shuffles some papers and sits back behind the desk.'

Slifer: 'makes a few growling and roaring type noises'
C.Naruto: 'makes a face as he sets down another card' How the heck do you know what's in my hand?
Slifer: 'chuckles evilly'
C.Naruto: Remind me to never challenge you to Go Fish again...

Pichu Star: Most Anti Hero's are usually only a step up from villians, or are characters that are the last people you'd ever draft up as a Hero Type. And as I've found, the perfect solution to a Mary Sue, as most Hero Type's boreder the Mary Sue line. You know, powers, good looks, that 'can do' attitude. And it seems like you didn' know that Wes of Colosseum is an Anti Hero type :p

Mary Sue: But that didn't stop me! Ho ho ho ho!

Renegade Zero: 'throws a book at the Mary Sue' Oh stfu you sugar puff princess

Mary Sue: ;-; You mean

Renegade Zero: ....

Shura: Yeah, I can't figure out that bit either. A friend of mine told me that they had to be idiots to not review my stories. And I'm glad atleast two people can stand/like what I write.

Renegade Zero: Okay, responces aside, let the story begin!
Shinigami: That made me think of 'And God said let their be light', only with him it fits.
Renegade Zero: ... I hate you.
Shinigami: I know.

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"I'm scared!"

"Maldo." Feather grunted infront of me. It was so hard to remember that I wasn't alone. The darkness was getting to me, and my mind was having a hard time comensating and staing on one track without running off and crashing into a wall called terror and fear. And then. Light!

"Oh my god, Feather, light! LIGHT!" I scream, in my eagerness forgetting about my injuries or the pain and pointed avidly at the light that blazed feet above us. It was dim, but it burned brightly to Feather and I in this hellish dark pit. Feather lets out a rumbling roar and I settle down. Barely. Trying to keep my mind clear but the nagging doubt had suddenly returned with a side helping of that snide voice from before.

Feather let out another grunt, this time laced with pain and I ask what's wrong. Hey, I might not be able to understand him, but atleast it is kind to ask. He grunts again and shifts, holding out what would be his right claw, and whimpers again.

... ever have one of those moments you just wanna point, stare and then cry out; 'Damn you sadistic bastard Murphy!', well, this was my said time. Because as Feather returned to climbing the damn rock wall, I could start to hear the armor on the giant claw start to crack.

Shadow Lab

Men dressed in lab coats scurried around four large crates, trying to not be daunted by the snarling forms inside the iron and titanium structures. Bellows and challenges of battle erupted from the pokemon inside but still they worked. And finally, after all was done the doors were opened and the four shadow pokemon were released.

"Chari-ZARD!" The monster fire dragon screamed while flapping over sized wings. Taloned hands slashed at the air while a tail longer than it's body thrashed back and forth behind it; a large flame burning fiercely at the tip. Twin horns curled on the dragon's head as they jutted up, out of the blood red skin behind blank and emotionless eyes.

With little warning the fire pokemon took to the skies, wheeling about before it focused in a direction and started forth, leaving the Shadow Lab far behind as he started to head to the target.

The second and third crate's doors were knocked forward as the pokemon inside got tired of waiting. With twin howls they formed, twin sleek forms of fur and fire, muscle and wild cunning and sly. The Arcanine; red as coal when burning with stripes darker than space snarled. Burning red eyes swept over the desert before it shot off, quickly followed by the Ninetales, and then over taken by the cream colored kitsune as the fox showed off it's speed.

The fourth crate was opened and the final fire type showed itself as the others had maybe ran over five hundred feet or more from the base. Regal and magestic, the pokemon exited the crate slowly. Black hooves pounded harshly onto the packed sand as the horse pokemon raised it's head up. Ebony eyes dark from the treatment done to it. Flames flickered where a mane and tail should be. Flames replaced the 'feathers' that would have gone over the hoves of it's hind and front limbs. Ears flicked back and forth slowly as the biege animal whickered softly.

Then like thunder, the stallion was off and running. Easily gaining, over taking and leaving the Arcanine and Ninetales in the dust.

"You know..." started one of the scientists as they watched the four fire types run off. "I almost feel sorry for whatever the Boss is having them hunt down."

A grunt was the agreement from another as they slowly turned and entered the building.

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"FREEDOM!" I cried out and scrambled off of Feather's back, seeing stars as my right arm was jostled again as I landed with a thump on the sandy ground. I didn't care though, letting my body soak up the warmth of the sand and the glaring sun over head as Feather panted slowly, his large red eyes half closed. Reminding me that he hadn't gotten past this easily either. Struggling slightly, I lift my un injured arm and nab a pokeball, pull it out and recall Feather after thanking him. Then place it back and flop back down onto the sand.

Now was a time to rest and gather my bearings as my sore body starts to throb to a tempo of it's own beat and now I know how roadkill feels like. Like you're run over by a ten ton truck doing eighty.

I was highly tempted to just fall asleep where I was laying. But even I wasn't that stupid. But the temptation was great... for some reason warm places always made me feel safe and sleepy...

Giving a groan of weariness I roll over onto my left side, hissing slightly from pain as I slowly pick myself up, and then grab at the backpack and sling it back over my left shoulder. Wincing as it pounded against my back before settling down. Stars still spun before my eyes, but atleast not as greatly as before, and I could tolerate this level of pain. The only thing I was worried about was the fact I could have little to no water in the pack, but I had a water pokemon... and that could provide me with something, even if it probably wasn't the best way to get H2o. Otherwise known as water.

Getting my mind back to the current present, I let out a sigh. All I wanted now was motrin, a hot shower and a soft bed. With nothing importent hanging in the balance of whatever choice I would make. Another sigh escapes me and I ponder what in the world I had done to be brought here. If here really existed... but I doubt pain of this extent was even in drug induced state of minds ... so that ruled out someone spiking my drink.

Stretching, I ignore the dull flashes of pain and turn around. Trying to catch my bearings. Alright, that was the abyss that lead to the Deep Underground or whatever... it was getting a little hard to focus my attention on things.

"What... is that?" I wonder aloud, stopping my attempt to loosen up my non injured muscles and looking at the dust cloud in the distance. Absently I took note that the usic player was starting up again, the first few lines of Hero's Return started to come out, I knew this wasn't gonna be great news.

'Battle!' The voice from before roared out and I could see it in my minds eye, an evil miniature version of me ontop of a horse, in armor with a lance was parading about. Yeah, this was really what I needed, a psychotic little inner voice to show that 'Yes Virginia, I am mad.'

But before that thought could fully complete itself, or for the dark voice to declare something else, another voice popped up and said; 'Dear god, for the love of all things, shut up! I am trying to sleep!'

"..." I pulled my attention from the mental battle as a huge dust cloud erupted over three forms and looked back at the figures approaching me. This wasn't good.

'No shit Sherlock.' Commented the biting voice as I stood there. 'Well, are you just going to prove how weak you are by standing and doing nothing?'

'Oh leave her alone. I don't see You running around injured and half dead.'

'... fuck you.'

"..."

Alright, first on my list would be to deal with the pokemon charging towards me. Second would be to get rid of these voices before I stopped realizing I was slowly going mad here. For untill then I was still sane.

'Now we charge, the battle is raging! Blood runs everywhere. Our Anger is fierce, avenging the years. No time for a final prayer!'

'Are you quite done singing badly?'

'..No.'

Alright, alright, it's alright. Ooom, oooom, ooom. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Everything is alright for now. Just ignore the insane things going on in your head and ... and realize that those four pokemon are even closer! Christ!

Crying out I throw myself over, making sure to land on my back and not my injured arm as a long tounge of blue flame comes searing down from the sky. They might be over five hundred feet away, but that didn't mean anything to a Dragon Rage attack.

Cursing as I sat up,then fumbled with my left arm to dig out four pokeballs. I couldn't run, fighting would be pointless too as my pokemon would most likely not be able to stand the heat for long. No pun inteanded. But I'd be damned if I just lay down and let them finish me off.

Chucking two pokeballs forward, a large purple shape forms with a mighty roar. Red-orange wings flap quickly as the long and well muscled tail trashes. Large silver claws dig into the sandy ground as Trunks lets out another massive bellow. "Trunks, attack that Charizard!"

"Maaance!" Trunks hissed out before taking off into the skies. Powerfull wings pumping up and down as he powered forward. I turned my focus to the other pokemon that had taken shape before me. The Umbreon had his ears back while looking at the approaching fire types. Showing that my suspisions that they were Shadow-fied monsters was true. But an Umbreon couldn't take down a fire type, you say. And normaly that would be true. But not today.

Letting my backpack fall from my shoulder, and praying that anything in it wasn't broken from when I had fallen (I had yet to stand up so I wasn't worried about anything breaking from it dropping to the ground) I dig around in it for a few seconds and find what I'm searching for. My ever handy, dandy, GS cheat device!

"Seth! Get over here!"

"Breon bre!" Seth cries as he bounds over to me, puzzled slightly. Atleast untill I slip the new formed cheat device over his head and press a few buttons. "Okay... keep Toxic... learn that. Oh, and that! Forget about that and... ah yes! That!" Almost ripping the device off I point at the Ninetales. "Go Seth! Destroy with your uuber attacks! Go my little dark minion, GO!" Resisting the urge to cackle evily I watch as Seth speeds off with a sharp barking cry as he starts to glow. And suddenly three Umbreon's were formed and charging forth steadily. Oh, but it wasn't a Double Team. It was an attack from a different Anime. And while the cheat device was now useless, it had served it's porpos. Grabbing two final pokeballs from their hiding place, I send out Styx to take down the Arcanine and Atlantis for the Rapidash. With cries of their names for battle declerations they charge forwards... and all I can do is hope they can take them down as I focus my attention to Trunks, he'd need the most help I knew, for that Dragon Rage wasn't the Charizard's only Dragon attack...

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"Espeon!" Styx snarled out as he bounded forth, spilt tail springing up and down as like a spring bok the Espeon moved. Leaping to avoid the Arcanine's wrath as the Shadow Pokemon all but roared in frustration. While he wasn't given the chance to focus his energy to use one of his attacks, Styx could atleast continually dodge the flame's thrown at him by the tiger stripped lion like canine.

The Arcanine barked savagely and tried to leap over the Espeon, intent on getting to it's primary target. But Styx hissed much like a cat and jumped onto the dog's back, digging in with his claws and showing once and for all that while Espeon's may hate violence, when given no choice they are dirty fighters. The Arcanine howled in pain before throwing his head to the side, trying to catch the Psychic with a full face Fire Blast, but all Styx did was raise a small Light Screen around his body, reflecting just about all the flame back into the Arcanine's face. A pained howl was Styx's reward before the fire dog started to growl and buck, attempting to dislodge the thron in it's side. Yowling like an disgruntled cat, Styx dug his small yet dagger sharp claws deeper into the blood colored furred hide...

"Trunks, Dragonbreath!" A young woman called out from the ground below. A large dark violet Dragonic creature roared out in responce as he charged forwards. His target lay before him like a bright crimson beacon.

"ZARD!" The Fire Dragon screamed and his wings started to glow silver, and it charged for a deveastating Steel Wing assault. But Trunks had been through enough battles with the likes of Skarmories to understand the nature of this attack. Forgoing the dragon based attack his trainer ordered, Trunks powered up a Flamethrower. Letting the long jet of deep gold and burning red flame slam into one of the Charizard's wings. The fire dragon screamed in pain as it looked like it's wing was starting to melt. Hissing in victory, Trunks threw open his mouth, intent to finish the Charizard off with a single Dragonbreath...

Seth, only a few yards away from his brother; Styx, was having a somewhat better battle. He had sent his two copies in to battle, wasting the Ninetale's counter attacks for Safegaurd as the duo used toxic. Leaving he, the original, to focus on a much different attack. His blood and sky colored eyes soaked in all the information he needed as the Ninetales grew tired of the Toxic dopple gangers and lunged forwards with a yipping bark. But it's paws only hit the clones and in twin puffs of smoke, they disappeared. Leaving Seth alone, but fully charged for his next attack. As the Ninetales gloated, thinking it had won this round, and let off a massive flamethrower; Seth struck with a Flamethrower of his own.

Both mighty lances of flame struck and collided. Seth winced as he was pushed back a few feet, and from the heat that seemed to roll off everywhere and sink into his fur covered skin, but he didn't back down from the attack. He couldn't, for the dark Kitsune knew what the fire fox wanted. To get past him and tear into his trainer's flesh.

And Seth knew, he was the only one between this monster and his trainer. The others were to busy dealing with their own demon pokemon to even try and tackle a second. Putting his back into the effort, Seth let his ears slap flat against his skull as he forced his body into using an attack that shouldn't have been possible...

"Daaashiiiee!"

Atlantis cried out in fear as he barely dodged the large diamond hard hooves that came crashing down from the sky above him. In the heat like this, he was sevearly out classed. And in most cases, he knew his Trainer would have chosen a different pokemon. Or something else. Or that in the wild he would have run off.

But this was different. Something major was on the line, and catching what Styx and Trunks were yowling or bellowing out to Seth and himself what these monsters wanted. And that was to attack their trainer. And she didn't know that, Atlantis guessed, otherwise she would have tried to flee.

Opening his mouth, Atlantis was about to attempt a Hydro Pump attack, or atleast a Bubble Beam, when the Rapidash spun quickly and struck him hard upside the jaw, sending him tumbling head over heels. Dizzy from pain, the Suicune tried to pick himself up but everything was fading to black and the Rapidash had jumped, clearing him and was heading towards her... his trainer.