Chapter 3

"What's this?" Lawrence said in a shocked manner. He was watching a screen where Black Jack became totally revived. He was in a security room where multiple video screens were shown. "I can't believe it! He suffered an attack that ended his life! How can this be?"

Suddenly, he felt a finger forcefully pressing on the back of his neck, he became immobilised and fell to the floor. He looked up to the culprit with angry eyes; he wanted to demand to know what the stranger did to him but his lips and throat became immobilised as well.

"Don't worry," the shadowy figure said in an evil voice. "You'll still live."

The stranger walked over to the controller and tapped in various buttons. One of the screens that showed a satellite that was aiming for Johto was now aiming at the Team Dark's main building… the same location where Black Jack and his teammates were battling at that very moment.

"This shall be enjoyable," he said as he finishing tapping the keys. "Let's see how he gets out of this."

With that, he walked out of the security room leaving the Team Dark leader totally paralysed, unable to move.

Back at the battling hall, Black Jack glared evilly at everyone present in the room while dark energy surrounded him. He slowly picked up a trashcan while three grunts aimed their guns at him. They shot out their guns but Black Jack held the trashcan up to defend himself.

The grunts were soon out of ammo as Black Jack lowered his weapon and looked nastily at them. He threw the trashcan at the grunts, knocking them down. "Pathetic," he snarled.

Suddenly, the dark energy began to surround his pokemon as well. They showed that they no longer felt any pain that the torture guns were giving them. Each of them grabbed hold of the steel ropes connected to the guns and pulled the guns towards them, along with the grunts that were holding onto them.

The pokemon then started pummelling into them without any remorse. Black Jack saw what his pokemon and his comrades were doing and also joined the fray. As he and his finished with the six grunts that held the torture guns, all of his pokemon looked up him as he pointed his thumb over his shoulder, signalling to finish each and everyone of the grunts that were in the room.

As everyone was battling each other, Mecha looked at Samson attacking Ash's Pikachu with worry in his eyes and ran over to him. As Samson was about to hit Pikachu from behind, Mecha tackled him, stopping his attack.

Mecha held Samson by the wall. "Samson!" Mecha yelled. "It's me! Mecha! Don't you recognise me?"

Samson let out a loud roar in response as he kicked him away, knocking him down. Mecha looked up in shock as Samson ran towards him. Samson aimed his vicious punch at Mecha but missed as the Rhydon rolled out of the way, making him slamming his fist into the steel floor, making a small hole in it.

Mecha tackled Samson into the wall again and held him there. "Remember me, Samson!" he yelled. "We trained together, you and me! Remember? We both had the same trainer together!"

Samson screamed back in response as he slammed his head onto Mecha. With the failed biological weapon staggered, Samson, as a psychotic pokemon, ran towards him and punched rapidly on each and every one of his body parts, showing no mercy.

Isaac saw what was happening. "Heracross," he called, while the blue bug was dealing with the opposition. "Help Mecha out by hitting that masked Machamp with your tackle attack!"

Heracross let out a cry as it dashed towards Samson. But the masked Machamp saw it coming and grabbed his by the waist and tossed him onto the steel wall.

With Samson distracted for a slight second, Mecha grabbed Samson by the neck and slammed his metal paw into his face, sending him flying across the battling hall until he fell hard onto the steel floor.

The saddened Rhydon fell on all fours as a tear dropped out if his eye. "He may never remember me," he whispered. "But I can tell that he will remember that punch."

With that he fainted due to the pain he received from a friend who had forgotten him.

Meanwhile, Black Jack and his pokemon were still battling with his comrades against the grunts. It didn't take long to finish them off. With the grunts now finished, Black Jack pointed to Chan and Tyranitar and motioned them to help Ash and Wes finish the battle while the others watched.

Espeon and Umbreon were double teaming against Mincer, but no matter what attack they used Mincer wasn't going down. Tired and weakened for giving the immovable object many attacks, Mincer saw an opportunity to finish them off as he picked up a nearby trashcan.

As he walked towards, Wes also spotted an opportunity. "Umbreon! Espeon!" he yelled. "Tackle into that trashcan!"

His two pokemon gave their best shot as they leapt into the trashcan, slamming their heads into it, making the trashcan hit Mincer in the face.

The crazed Aggron became dizzy as he stumbled away from the two evolved versions of Eevee. "Chan!" Black Jack shouted, joining in the fray. "Mega Kick into that trashcan!"

Still being dizzy, Mincer was not able to tell where he was going and ended having the trashcan slammed into his face again by one of Chan's strongest kicks. This time, Mincer, still being dizzy, dropped the trashcan.

"Nice kick," he said. "Tyranitar! Skull Crack!"

Tyranitar grabbed and hoisted the heavy Aggron on his shoulder. He then held him upside down and violently slammed the head on top of the steel floor, knocking him out, as Mincer was no longer able to move. "Three down," Black Jack said as he looked at Shocker, who was setting up a steel ladder. "Three more airheads to go!"

Shocker climbed up the ladder and looked into Pikachu's direction; Pikachu was battling against Berseker. His intention was to aim an aerial attack on the yellow rodent. As he got to the top of ladder, Black Jack's Tyranitar, upon his command, grabbed hold of the ladder and shoved the ladder down, making the shocked Electabuzz crashing into a wooden table that Chan set up nearby. Shocker was not able to move after that. Despite that, Black Jack wasn't done with him.

Meanwhile, Ash and Pikachu were dealing with Berserker as the crazed Vigoroth lifted up its claws. "Dodge it, Pikachu!" Ash warned. "It's about to use Slash attack!"

The crazed Vigoroth aimed his clawed paw towards Pikachu, but missed as Pikachu leapt into the air and landed on his arm. "Now! Slam attack, Pikachu!" Ash yelled.

Pikachu squealed in a determined tone as he ran along the Vigoroth's arm. He grabbed hold of Berserker's head and flipped over while holding on to it. Using the momentum, he tossed the confused Vigoroth over his head and its front body harshly landed onto the tacks; the same tacks where Samson slammed Ash's Sceptile onto.

Vigoroth yelled out a scream of pain as he felt the needle part of each tack sticking into his body. "I can't believe what just happened," Ash thought with wide eyes. But he couldn't lose focus because of that; he had a battle to finish. Despite his love for every pokemon, good or evil, he couldn't let himself or his team be defeated.

"Okay, Pikachu!" he yelled. "Give it your Iron Tail!"

While Berserker was busy taking off the tacks off his body, revealing small droplets of blood trickling down, Pikachu leapt into the air and his jagged tail began to glow energetically as sparks of electricity began to surround him.

Berserker looked up and the little rodent slammed his tail at his face with a force that was hard as two cars colliding in a car crash, knocking him out.

"We did it," Ash said as he clenched his fist in a triumphant manner as he looked round. "Now to finish Samson off."

"Leave that to me," Black Jack said in an evil tone, with the dark energy still around him. He looked at Chan and motioned his head towards Samson, signalling to attack him.

Chan, being on his guard, walked towards the masked Machamp as he struggled to get to his feet, still feeling dizzy from Mecha's attack. Samson shook his head to shake away the dizziness and saw the red fighter standing a distance near him.

Samson ran towards him and aimed a kick but Chan countered by catching his foot that was aiming for his abdomen. Chan used one of his feet to trip Samson down. Using the momentum, Chan wrapped his leg around Samson's like a grapevine and began to pull to his hardest, making him scream in pain as he felt the bones and muscles in his leg being torn apart.

Ash noticed the look on Black Jack's expressionless face. "That's enough, Black Jack!" Ash yelled. "You got to stop this!"

"I will… but not just yet," Black Jack replied as he spotted a steel sledgehammer and walked over to pick it up. He then walked over to Chan's location and told him to release Samson's injured leg and hold him by his feet.

Chan did as he was told as he held Samson down by the ankles while Black Jack spat at the steel part of the sledgehammer. As he raised the sledgehammer up his comrades yelled to not hurt him anymore. Black Jack ignored their begging as he slammed it right on Samson's injured knee, shattering the insides of his knee and making him scream in pain.

Chan looked down on the Machamp, feeling sorry for him for being harmed by both Team Dark, for being treated with underhanded experimenting, and Black Jack, for doing a massive amount of damage on him. But he was also angry with him at the same time for killing his friend and trainer.

Black Jack motioned him to release Samson. He tossed the sledgehammer aside and grabbed Samson by the head; he helped him up and then snatched him by the neck.

He looked into Tyranitar's direction and saw him grabbing the Electabuzz's neck. They both stared their enemies down before lifting them up and slamming them down on the steel floor, making two huge dents in it.

They thought that they were done, but to their frustration, Samson started moving slowly, struggling to get on his feet despite his injured leg. Black Jack kicked him in the gut grabbed him by the waist. He lifted him as high as he could and then slammed him through the steel floor, creating a huge hole in it as the mad Machamp fell to the lower floor, much to the shock of his teammates.

"Black Jack!" Ash yelled. "What in the…!"

"You had any better ideas?" Black Jack asked back in a frustrated manner, which Ash couldn't respond to. After all, there was no point reasoning with a pokemon that was psychotic as Samson.

"Anyways he's unconscious now, I'm sure of that," Black Jack said as he looked down the hole, wiping the blood off his forehead while the dark energy started to fade away. "And it looks like we've won the match."

As everyone returned their respective pokemon, he spotted one of grunts struggling to get to his feet. He walked over to him and grabbed him by the neck, holding him next to the wall.

"Where's your boss?" Black Jack snarled angrily.

"I don't know," the grunt croaked weakly.

Black Jack, still holding the grunt's neck, violently slammed him onto wall and then pulled him back, bringing his face closer to his showing his evil looking face.

"Top floor," the grunt said weakly.

"Was that so hard?" Black Jack snarled. Not waiting for the answer, he slammed the grunt into the walls again; this time he knocked him out.

He then headed towards the door of the battling hall. "Where are you going, Black Jack?" Ash asked.

"What do you think?" Black Jack replied in a nasty tone.

"I'll go with you. I have a feeling that he has something up his sleeve."

"I'm coming too, Ash," Misty said, joining in, as did everyone.

"You guys go ahead," Jenny said. "I'll contact first aid and the police right away."

"Mecha's hurt as well," Isaac said. "Keep that in mind."

Jenny nodded in reply. As she was about to use her cell phone she noticed detective Stevens looking around as though he was looking for something. "Something wrong, detective Stevens?" she asked.

"It's Jesse, James and Meowth," Stevens replied. "Where did they go?"

"Forget those punks," Wes said. "We don't have much time."

"I forgot!" Ash yelled in shock.

"What are you talking about?" Black Jack asked.

"Lawrence set us up with a ten minute challenge to beat his pokemon, if we didn't he'd blow up Johto to kingdom come!"

Black Jack's eyes widened when he heard that. He felt that despite the fact that six of Team Dark's strongest pokemon had been defeated, Lawrence would still keep the time running.

"C'mon," he snarled. "Gartner's gonna need a doctor to surgically remove my foot from his butt."

---------------------------------------------------------

More coming! Reviews please!