Disclaimer: As always I don't own pokemon.

A/N: Be warned, there might be some material that pushes the T raiting, but I think it still slides by as the fic isn't really geared towards stuff like that.

Chapter Five;
Into the Fury

From frail safety, into mindless fury
Emotions tempered into something made of cruelty
Seconds in time now instead of ever lasting
Man who sought the powers of a god
Only brought the wrath of it down upon them

Part of a Phrophecy found in the ancient ruins of Alph and also in the Pokemonopalis ruins

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Shade didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do when he got wherever it was. All that he knew right now amongst all the turmoil and boiling sea of rage, sorrow and something else in his mind was that he had to find Amy. Nothing else mattered. Amy was in danger, he needed to find her. Needed to save her. He had to fix the failure from before.

Indiferent to how people shied away, paled at the sight of him or dropped into a faint for unknown reasons, Shade continued in his quest to find Amy. The crimson haired man's head was slightly bowed towards the ground while his eyes were narrowed to golden slits. That wasn't the posture that would normally bring on such extreme reactions from people. It was due to a throbbing aura of darkness that cloaked around Shade. Not that normal humans could see it. But it was like they could feel a wrongness in the air.

It was ancient, and almost tangible. And some still swear to this day, that if they had reached out, dared to hold that much bravery, or stupidity in their hearts, their questing fingers would have struck something no human had dared to ever run their hands over for centuries.

Because to say Shade is human .. completely ... is to say the sky is red and rains rare pokemon. It's just not the truth, though it is something many would hold onto as it is better then what the truth could be. Might be. Will be...

But Shade didn't even fully know of what he is, or was. There were whispers, ghosts of thought from something else. Hints and traces to something more then his mind right now could handle.

The important thing to remember though, for right now, is that Shade isn't human. He isn't a clone. He is something ... other. Something that was long forgotten. Something that mankind should never had dared to dream of taming.

And he, Shade, whatever he may or may not be, is not happy at Amy being snatched away from him in such a manor, even less so since he now fully understands the true extent of the danger that these idiots presented the person he had charged himself with watching over.

The tails of his coat snap angrily thanks to the wind, acting almost like a wild living thing as he stormed on. And it almost, almost, seemed like the sky overhead grew darker. As if clouds had appeared to blot out the sun. But that is impossible to think, as there were no clouds in the sky.

Nor would it have been the clouds fault for the darkening atmosphere around Shade.

One word of his destination continually bounced around in his mind, causing his skull to feel like a sledge hammer was being pounded upon it. That word was 'Factory', if that was where these perverse pokemon were being 'made', and those others that had attacked him, and the one the girl had, and the others most likely out there. If this was where they could've originaited, Amy might lay within the walls of the factory.

And even if she wasn't there, he wouldn't stop looking. Shade would just focus his attention elsewhere. And again, he would continue in his efforts untill the young woman was once again safe and sound.

A dull throbbing in his middle temporarily cut through his thinking and for a moment Shade was given clarity... About what he was doing, thinking and how he lacked in strength and pokemon, meaning he was basically powerless. But it's snatched away by the turmoil of emotions that seemed to be endless and boiled constantly in his mind and soul, leaving Shade without a second's hesitation if the chance to save Amy appeared at his feet.

Shade doesn't get much farther before his attention is once more snapped away from the emotions the boiled angrily as something cacthes his attention, or more like a sixth sense of sorts, and his head turns ever so slightly to the right where something feels .. off.

And as the amber slits focused on whatever held the thing that had set it off, Shade grinned darkly for a moment before it was lost in a mask of ice. It was a factory. And something told him Amy lay within those walls. Needing him to come and rescue her from the spineless slugma's.

Slowly walking over to it much like a predatory pokemon to a hapless prey item, Shade for the most part ignored the small portion of his mind that clamored he shouldn't be doing such a thing without his pokemon.

Halting infront of the garage like door, Shade raised a hand and knocked on the metal harshly, bringing about a dull clang of metalic ringing that lasted for a few moments then died after a short time.

After another short period of time, a door slowly revealed itself as it was cracked open, and a young man peered out. Frowning with somewhat narrowed, eyes, the young man stared at the personn which had knocked on the door to his boss's secret hide out. "Who're you? Why're you here? We stopped giving out prizes, go home."

As he made to shut the door, one of Shade's hand snapped out quick as lightning, grabbing the door. Preventing it from shutting all the way as the other shot out and landed a punch dead center in the face of the young man. A cry of pain filled the air him after a loud yet muffled crunch came from the punch Shade launched landing square in his face. Bonelessly he fell back without another vocalisation, a spurt of blood following after the falling guarding grunt was the only sign he had once been standing upright.

A light thud came next, followed by a low groan, but Shade ignored this, stepping over the young man as he slowly came too enough to clutch at his broken nose. An indifferent Shade continued on, amber gaze flickering about the abandond building. There were signs of life still, candy wrappers and empty soda cans littered the area.

But it seemed that was all that Shade would find on this floor. Aside from the moaning 'guard'.

For the most part, the building was empty to a degree, looking like it'd been occupied only moments before Shade's arrival. But he wasn't arrogant eniough to think it was nearly deserted due to his presence. It was because of something else... the what he didn't know.

Shade continued walking, occasionaly stopping to look around, as if there was something there that could help him. And there was, it was more like a faint sense of where to go as the building was akin to a maze at times, and the junk didn't help, as Shade was forced to clear away a couple of doorways and an entrance set of stairs.

It would have unsettled normal people about there being a lack of others running around. But Shade wasn't affected by such feelings, so eyes of amber continued to flicker lazily about, mostly to make sure if there was anyone hiding in the rubbish, that they'd not be able to sneak up on Shade. And the young man continued on in his search.

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Miror B. groaned as he rubbed at his temples, the girl wasn't awake, Reath and Ferma had adamantly stated to Miror B. they were not his rubish disposal unit and wouldn't touch the girl, and he couldn't, heaven forbid him from doing that. The bearer of the duo colored afro was not one with a death wish from Nascour, no matter how desperate he was to bug out of the now pretty much abandond base of his.

Rubbing at his temples as he sat slouched on the small stage of his, one hand gripped the star shapped gold colored sunglasses of his as one of his Ludicolo watched him worriedly as two others prodded at the female laying spread eagle on an overturned crate. The duck like, sombraro wearing grass/water types stared openly at the plain looking teenager their master had seemingly aquired somewhere/somehow.

"Loco?" One questioned with a blink of near souless eyes, and the other one shrugged, turning back to waddle over to his trainer as the third Ludicolo watched the second leave before turning his attention back to the human. Giving her a final poke before turning and following after his team mate. The first meanwhile had started to dance to a beat of music only she could hear, and was trying to cheer Miror B. up, and while it didn't work as well as the pokemon had originally hoped, she was pulling her trainer out of his slump while Reath and Ferma played a game of cards with the aide of another crate turned table.

Ferma frowned, glaring at the cards in her hands as she absently shifted the cards into one hand long enough to shove a stubborn lock of violet hair out of her eyes and adjusted the goggles on her forhead to keep the pesky strand out of her face before returning the hand to helping in holding the cards. Reath on the other hand was being less fidgety, but the dark red headed woman was still nervous.

"Doken hasn't reported in yet."

Ferma snorted as she placed her cards down onto the crate, "He most likely fell asleep. I don't know what you see in that guy, sis."

Reath just glared, muttering 'Doken's a good guy,' as she stared at her sisters cards and frowned, "Bah, I hate poker. Can't we play something else?"

"Like what, Go Fish? Old Maid?" Ferma taunted her younger sister. Reath started grumbling under her breath, and shot a few dagger filled glares at her sister, promising pain and retribution of sorts for this as she threw her cards down and stood up, storming away and over to one of the cavern walls, muttering darkly at the rock.

Ferma snickered softly to herself as she scooped up the meager wages they'd had going for the card game, and stuffed the few bills into a pocket, grinning as mentally added another notch to her score card for winning.

No one took notice how two of the Ludicolo's stopped dancing, and turned their gazes towards the door. It was only untill the first one that had started dancing stopped, and looked also, did Miror B. muster up enough energy to move his head enough to look at the door.

Now, this door is a very strong door. Strong enough to withstand a tackle from an Onix. Thick enough where a flamethrower would have trouble piercing a hole into it. Large enough where a Dragonite could walk through it without having to hunch over and wide enough for Miror B.'s afro to not get squished by it.

So everyone was slightly perplexed by a rather large dent in the metal. And the pounding sounds coming from the other side of the door, though muffled, were pretty loud, and probably louder on the other side. "Uuh, Sir ... I don't think that's Doken." Ferma said, amythist eyes growing wide as she looked at her boss.

The dents kept appearing for several moments and the air inside Miror B.'s last stand so to speak, was so thick a hot knife wouldn't have been able to slice through it.

Then the pounding ceased as did the appearence of the dents.

For a minute, no one spoke. It seemed as if time had also frozen.

Then like a lightning bolt striking the ground at your very feet, an act you would hope is impossible, the door was broken before a relieved sigh could escape Miror B. as the metal just seemed to be blown apart, and a whirlwind of power swept through the cavern.

Ferma let out a cry and ducked behind the crate as her sister Reath let out a strangled noise, diving for cover farther away from the door. Both women did not want to meet whatever had been able to turn half the door into junkyard scrap in seemingly one blow.

Miror B. sat there with wide eyes, his sunglasses dropping from his fingers due to his stunned state. His mind seemed to have blown a fuse as he couldn't comprehend something, human or pokemon, that could have been able to do that to the door so quickly. Hell, this was the stuff they were making that damn Regalm tower out of.

The overhead lights flickered for a moment as the figure slowly stepped into the cavern, eyes hard and as the lights dimmed again, almost glew with an inner flame that frightened Miror B. to the core, because for the moment his heart froze in fear, he would have sworn on his mother's grave that the person before him was Nascour. As soon as that thought zipped through the afro covered head of his, the lights brightened, casting the cavern into it's harsh white light, revealing the figure wasn't Nascour, but some scrawny looking teenager. Harsh, barking laughter escaped the Cipher admin, and if he hadn't been sitting down, Miror B. would have been doubled over as relief flooded through his body.

Shade narrowed his eyes a fraction before tearing his gaze away from the glittering golden dressed fool, and cast his gaze about the cavern. He barely even had a chance to turn his head to the right when he spotted Amy. Laying on a crude looking bench and for all he knew, dead to the world.

Something within his chest constricted.

No...

On shakey legs he pressed forward.

Oh ... please ... please not again. A tendril of thought whispered through Shade's mind.

He didn't hear Miror B.'s shout at him. He did not aknowledge that two people still hid in fear of him. All that mattered was Amy. And getting to her.

Please, not her. Not again. No no no no no...

He stopped inches from her limp form, gazing down at Amy. He barely whispered out her name, the name she had told him. But not Amy, for as he looked down at her, his mind was awash with memories, feelings, thoughts from another time. Long come and gone.

Amy had unknowingly become the final key in 'unlocking' Shade to his past.

Falling to his knees as his eyes grew wide, and he almost, almost looked like a lost and forlorn child, Shade bowed his head, throwing his arms over Amy, screaming out the name of the one that had taken care of him. Had watched over him. Had protected him.

Had died at the hands of foolish mortals wishing to capture his power. Mistaking her for him.

Clenching his eyes shut, the youth sought to drive back the memory, but her words still came to him.

'Shade, promise me- I mean it! Promise me you won't come out. You'll stay hidden. You won't leave the Unknown, they will protect you far better then I have- Don't you dare try anything!'

'But Kina-'

'No! Now go, hide! No matter what happens, no matter what they try, you stay hidden! Promise me!'

'.. I .. promise.'

Shade's hands tightened around Amy's clothing as another memory flooded over him.

He had gone and hid, the Unknown had been strangely silent to him. None talked, none danced, all of their single eyes were pointed in the direction he had come from. As if they could see something he could not. For a long while, all that echoed to him in this dark, musty place were angry, muffled shouting.

Then nothing for a good long while, but as Shade tried to move forward, the Unknown rushed at him, shoved him back. As if something was still going on.

Shade struggled, biting at the Unknown but for every one he took care of, ten more replaced it. The battle he fought was soon being won by the countless alphabit pokemon. But he stilled instantly when the scream sounded in the air. He knew that cry. That was a death scream. And ... and it had sounded like ...

Crying in rage and loss, Shade lunged forward. Pulling free of the Unknowns, hurttling through tunnels and passageways untill he made it to the chamber. Unknown people were in his way.

They soon were sent flying as he charged over the ground, only coming to a skidding halt infront of her body on the altar never made to recive such a sacrifice. A small part of him twinged at the defilement. But a greater part screamed at what defiled it.

The battered, broken form of the human Shade had called sister.

That was the day Shade was unleashed into the world, the day the Unknown were casted into another dimension. The day that one of the dark ones was released.

And it was about to happen again-

"... sh.. sha.. Sha..de?" A very weak voice cut through Shade's thoughts, memories, feelings. Soothing a wild beast ready to rip and shread everything that dared to stand against him to pieces. amber eyes slowly opened, letting salty tears leak out of the corner of his eyes ever so slowly once he raised his head to gaze at Amy. Brown eyes were glazed slightly from the ammount of sleep she had, unfocused at the loss of her glasses. Her once braided hair had come free of the braid and was tangled pretty badly in places. And Shade absently noted there was a smear of dirt on her face thanks to sweat and the earth.

As he reached out and dealt with the smudge maring her face, Shade silently told himself this was the most beautiful sight ever. Because Amy was alive, and not dead as he feared. "Yeah, it's me." He said gruffly, voice harsh from held back emotions. "Lets get you outta here, Amy."

"Not so fast punk! That captive was given to me to 'keep safe' and if you think you can waltz in here and sweep her away, think again! For Miror B. is in the house!"

So when Shade ignored him, and instead gently scooped up Amy, this did get Miror B. a little upset. "Ludicolo, attack!"

The pokemon leapt into action, all three ready to do as their master bid, but as Shade whirled around, ignoring his protesting injury or Amy's squawk and how she threw her arms around his neck (alright he wasn't ignoring that, though he kept quiet about it) and threw such a deadly glare at the Ludicolo they faltered, and stopped in their take down's. Even going so far as to run away from Shade to hide behind a startled Miror B.

The youth snorted slightly, and exited the cavern, leaving fear and confusion in his wake.

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Nichole hadn't moved far from the place Shade had left her in, Gyarados loomed above her, scowling at anything that got too close to her trainer, before a wierd noise escaped the massive sea snake. Blinking her eyes from confusion, Nichole craned her neck back to look up at the red pokemon, and then looked in the direction Gyarados was watching, her eyes blinked again before she moved, "Shade?" Nichole called out as the teenager came limping into view, leaning on a younger looking teen. She heard worried babble from the teenaged girl at his side as she jogged up to them.

The man turned his attention from Amy onto Nichole, his eyes half glazed as he muttered something before collapsing onto the ground.

Amy held tears back as she tried to pull Shade up by herself, but Nichole halted her attempts, "I know of a place we can hide out in, if you trust me."

Amy nodded her head slightly as she looked at the blue haired young woman, and Nichole glanced down at Shade before looking up at her Gyarados, and commanded the pokemon to pick Shade up. Carefully.

"Where are we going?" Amy whispered.

"To my gramps. Doubt he'll be happy to see me though. And before you ask, it's in Agate. Village of the mountain mists and all that jazz," Nichole muttered as she over saw the Gyarados's actions with narrowed eyes. "Old man hopefully won't turn us away."

"Why would he?" Amy asked, evident confusion in her tone as Nichole clambored up onto her Gyarados and helped Amy up also.

"Because, I'm a former member of a defunct group. Called Team Rocket. By the way, I'm Nichole. And you are?"

Amy was a tad speechless for a long pause in time at this bit of information. "Uh ... Amy." She supplied finally, not noticing how they had already left Pyrite and were heading out into the desret. All she could do really was look down at her hands, and fear for Shade. For red stained her hands, and she did not like the thoughts of where her hands had been to gain the crimson coloring.

'Please Shade, please don't die.' Amy thought with a small gulp.

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To Be Continued In;
Chapter Six: Shadowed Pasts