Yami Yame

By: Gardie

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon and related things. I just enjoy it and write fan fiction.

Here, the last chapter. Tell me what you think. Read Red Moon Assassin. Thanks to everyone who read this. Please review.

Marie the Hedgecat: Thanks!

Sakuracharm: Glad you liked it. If you kill me, as if you could, then I wouldn't be able to write the next chapter so it's a stupid threat.

Chapter 6: End of Broadcast

Matt and Yami were standing in front of 150, surrounded by a ring of red-eyed pokemon. It was a bad situation and Matt didn't have a weapon, leaving Yami to fight everyone.

"I have waited for this moment," said 150, "When you fought me last time you almost won. You took me by surprise and forced me to teleport away. For some reason I had trouble getting back. I used that time though to gather this army and now I will kill you, before eliminating all of humanity."

"We came close to beating you last time, this time we will succeed!" declared Matt, "Yami, faint attack!"

Yami faded and appeared behind 150. 150 teleported away from the attack and appeared next to Matt. Matt immediately tried to punch 150 but a sphere of energy surrounded 150 and stopped Matt's punch.

"Foolish human," sneered 150.

A psychic force knocked Matt back. He skidded along the tarred road, grazing his arm, until he stopped near the ring of pokemon. A thundershock attack from a possessed pikachu forced him to go back into the middle where 150 and Yami were fighting. Yami used quick attack to dart around 150 and then tackling him from various angles. Each time he harmlessly bounced off the barrier.

"Psychic," muttered 150.

He conjured up a black ball and launched it at Yami. Yami jumped to the side to avoid the attack. The ball hit the ground and exploded, sending dirt high into the air. Matt saw the psychic attack had blasted open a manhole and there was now a path to the sewers. 150 was still preoccupied by Yami and hadn't noticed.

"Yami, use your sand attack!" commanded Matt.

Matt's umbreon immediately spun around and kicked up a blinding cloud of sand. Following Matt's voice Yami jumped into the sewer and joined Matt.

The sewer was dark, slimy and cold but enough light filtered through drains for them to see. Metal walkways on the side of the tunnels allowed them to travel without running through the smelly green liquid.

"We have to hurry. The sand won't stop 150 for long."

The two ran through the sewer in the general direction of Matt's house.

Above ground 150 commanded a pidgeotto to use whirlwind and blow away the sand, revealing Matt's bolthole.

"You can never escape me, I'll follow you no matter where you go."

150 floated down the hole and into the sewer.

"Now what can I control here?"

"There!" shouted Matt, "That's where we should go up."

He was pointing at a ladder about 100m ahead.

"I'm confident that's near our house."

Before they could get there, however, a host of grimer and muk crawled out of the liquid and blocked their path, their red eyes glowing ominously.

"You're trapped," came 150's voice to Matt and Yami, "Just wait and I'll be there now."

'Yeah right,' thought Matt, "Yami! Screech!"

Matt pushed his fingers in is ears as Yami took a deep breathe before letting out a high pitched cry that echoed throughout the sewer pipes. Matt and Yami ran past the stunned poison pokemon and climbed the ladder, just as an enraged 150 flew into view, rubbing the sides of his head.

Matt had been right, they exited the sewers just a short way from his house. There were no possessed pokemon in sight and Matt and Yami quickly ran into the house. Seconds later 150 rose out of the sewers, charged a psychic attack and shot it down. There was an explosion in the sewer and green slime was thrown into the air.

"Useless weaklings!" screamed 150 angrily, "I'll kill them myself."

Matt was entering the combination for his safe.

"… Four… nine…done!"

He opened the door and took out his pistol, slid the magazine out and checked it. It was loaded. Matt clicked it back in and prepared to fight 150, Yami by his side. He heard the front door blow up and walked into the living room.

"Have you finished running away?" mocked 150 as Matt entered the room.

"Yes," replied Matt, "I'm going to finish this off right here. Yami, go!"

Yami used faint and hit 150's barrier, distracting him. Matt fired two shots at 150. Both were stopped by the barrier.

"That won't work. I've become sick of playing around!"

Yami yelped as a blue aura surrounded her and she was thrown into a cupboard below the TV. Her body broke the doors and a rain of CDs and videos fell on top of her.

"Yami!"

Matt could easily see Yami had fainted from the impact.

"Now for you," hissed 150.

Matt was flung back, luckily landing on the couch. He felt something dig into his backside. He had landed on the TV remote. The TV came to life and at the same time 150 grabbed his head and screamed. His barrier flickered before disappearing, leaving him vulnerable. Matt was surprised for a minute before realising it was the TV that was affecting 150's powers. He brought his gun up and fired repeatedly until the magazine was empty. The bullets slammed into 150 and ripped into his flesh. Pale chunks of meat fell to the floor, purple blood splattering all over. The dead experiment collapsed and the room became silent, except for the TV advertisement. One vein in 150's neck was still spewing purple blood on the already soaked carpet.

Matt made Yami comfortable and then went to check on Alex. He was saddened but only slightly shocked when he found Alex's corpse lying on the floor in front of the computer. He noticed the page Alex had printed and took it. It listed Team Rocket facilities and their locations.

"Thanks Alex, I knew I could count on you."

Two days later Matt had finished the depressing task of removing the dead. Knowing it was unrealistic to believe he could bury the whole town he decided to burn it. Houses, people and pokemon, 150 had killed all the pokemon for letting Matt and Yami escape. As the flames began to devour victims Matt and Yami stood on a hill watching. Yami was better, Matt had bandaged his arm and had his pistol and machine gun with him.

"There's nothing left here, Yami. Team Rocket destroyed it all. It's time for revenge."

Yami mewed her agreement and the two set off on their new mission.

THE END