Well here it is, the next chapter. Anyways things continue from where the last chapter left off. As usual thanks to genreicgamer207 for beta reading. Anyways enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 63: Aftermath

Point of View Naomi

The police arrived along with some firefighter and some paramedics. At the moment, we were all being transported to a pokecenter by an ambulance. Sadly all of us were injured except for Aiden, which left him to be the first to talk to the police. I hardly knew the lizard, but I could tell he wasn't as bright as his tail.

Accompanying me in the ambulancte was Ebony. She was also unharmed, but she was thrown in the same vehicle as me for some reason. Due to a lack of staff, Ebony and I were left alone in the back without anyone to help my injuries. Although that was perfect for me, because this provided a perfect opportunity to slip away.

Seeing as this was my best opportunity, I slowly forced myself up to my feet as I felt the piece of metal in my side create a tearing pain. I gasped in pain as blood gushed out of the wound. By the time I forced myself up I was out of breath, and entering an early stage of shock.

"What are you doing?!" The small eevee cried out to me. Despite her concern I proceeded, and I jumped off the bed I was on. The force from the small jump was too much for me in my current condition, and my legs didn't support my fall. My side and injured leg pulsed with pain as I blacked out for a split second. Every movement I made felt as if I was tearing open my wound even further.

"Nia you need to stop moving or you're going to-" Ebony began to say before I interrupted.

"I-I need to… get out of here," I managed to say with all the pain pulsing through my body. Again I slowly forced myself to my feet. Blood continued to seep out of my wound as I forced myself up. I felt myself becoming dizzy, but I was able to keep my balance.

"Nia they're going to help you!" Ebony yelled at me. I peeked over at the eevee, her eyes were dilated, and she was trembling from the site of me torturing myself like this. I wish the poor thing wasn't here to see me like this.

"Help me open the door," I asked the eevee as I struggled to stand, at this point holding my head up was too much, and I could feel my legs slowly lowering me towards the ground.

"You'll die if you jump out," Ebony warned me.

"Not if I get out at the right time," I replied.

"You'll still die from blood loss. You're barely even able to stand!" Ebony shouted.

"They'll kill me if I stay here!" I screamed at Ebony. She may not know it, but I've done things that I'll be killed for. Sam and Raiden are captured by the police, and there's no doubt that they will bring me down with them. After all Jack was my trainer, and humans won't listen to my side of the story. Being an umbreon didn't help my case either.

"Nia!" Ebony yelled as I tackled the door in an attempt to open it. The instant I smacked into the door, my impaled side ignited with pain as the wound widened. A scream exited my mouth as I tackled the door a second time. Before I could try a third time, my body gave out and I fell to the ground with minimal energy.

Ebony looked down at me with a pitiful look "Why would they want to kill you," Ebony asked as she stood over me in my appalling state.

"Because I've done bad things," I answered in a weak whisper as I resisted the urge to close my eyes.

"That doesn't mean you're going to be killed. Humans can be understanding," Ebony defended.

I let out a small sarcastic laugh which triggered a trickle of blood to come out as well. "Is that what you honestly think?"

"Of course, they won't harm you if you're a good pokemon. I'm sure of it," Ebony spoke with an uneasy smile that was forced.

"So naïve," I replied in a weak whisper. She was so oblivious of the status of our kind in this world. In the eyes of humans, we merely get to live in this world with them. If we cross the wrong line, there is no second chance. A human destroys my life, and now I'm going to be killed for something I was forced to do. Despite what Ebony thinks, I won't go to court like humans, and they won't hear my side of the story; they'll just kill me as soon as it's confirmed. Pokemon like me don't get the luxury of a happy ending.

Ebony began to say something to me but it sounded as if she was out of hearing distance. My vision slowly became darker and darker as Ebony started to yell something louder and louder, but her voice only got further and further with each yell. Within seconds I lost consciousness.

Point of View Black

I sprinted at full speed down the empty streets of Cyllage city. The streets were completely silent, creating an eerie feeling where every small noise alerted me. I had no clue where Flare or Kana could be, but I prayed they were still alive. Quickly turning a corner I spotted a figure down the street. My eyes strained to make out this figure, and it turned out to be a jolteon.

"Kana!" I yelled as I ran towards her.

"Good guess," the jolteon answered in a voice that belonged to a male. Then it snapped in my head and I realized who this figure was.

"Listen, I don't have time for your bullshit. Can you just haunt me some other night after I find my friends," I snarled as I walked past the pokemon that took the form of my dead brother.

"You should be more kind to the person that saved your friend," the electric type said to my back as I froze in place.

"Excuse me?" I responded as I stopped walking.

"Your absol friend, do you really believe he just magically survived like that? Then on top of that his wounds were cauterized and he had no internal bleeding," the jolteon said.

"You're the one who saved him?" I responded in disbelief.

"Correct," he replied as his body turned completely black and formed into a different form. The darkness around his body soon showed color and revealed that he morphed into a flareon. "Hello my name is Aaron, nice to meet you," the shape shifter spewed out of his mouth with sarcasm.

"Aaron, that's who Gray said saved him," I said in surprise.

"Correct, I took this form and saved him. I also had a heart to heart talk with him," the flareon said with a small smirk.

"Why did you save Gray, Does he have something about him I should know of?"

"Nothing of note, I simply saved him so he would save you. I prefer to keep a low profile so I took that approach, also consider it a reward for listening to me," The shape shifter answered.

"A reward for what?" I asked with confusion.

"You listened to me and got Nia to teach you dark matter. As I said, it would save your life when the time came, and it did."

I held up the paw I used to try and kill that riolu. The way I felt when I used it was different. I know why Nia told me not to learn it now. That power is purely full of negative energy. When I used it I really wanted to do more than just kill that riolu, I wanted to tear him into pieces, and make him suffer. That power overwhelmed me with hatred.

"Is something wrong?" the flareon asked me and snapped me out of my thoughts.

I hesitated for a second as I collected my train of thought "Nothing, I just need to find my friends," I lied to the flareon.

"Your friends are in the park, they are alive," the flareon reassured me.

"They're fine, how do you know!?" I said excitedly.

"You'd be surprised on the things I know," he responded proudly "Come follow me, I'll take you to them."

"Thanks," I replied as I followed his lead.

"One more thing," the flareon said as he shape shifted forms again, this time he took the form of my brother again. "If Gray wants to believe that Aaron's ghost or something like that saved him, let him believe it. Gray really needed to see his friend."

"But it's a lie, and you're giving him false hope," I barked back at him.

"Yes it is a lie, but I said nothing the real Aaron wouldn't have said. Gray viewed this Aaron fella as his brother. He needed some form of closure after what happened and I gave it to him," The jolteon said.

"And what did you tell him," I asked as I tried to keep up with his walking pace.

"What he needed to hear," the jolteon responded with tight lips not letting up on anything to personal on Gray.

Point of View Aiden

"So then Nia that umbreon chick told me to set up a trap, and as you can tell I went with her plan. So I went to the kitchen and built a complex bomb using only what I had in the kitchen. After brilliantly building a bomb, the trap was ready. Ebony and I got to a safe distance, and Nia tricked the idiot into walking past the bomb, and then boom!" I excitedly yelled as I startled the arcanine from the police force in front of me. "Then as the explosion went off we all dove out of the way barely escaping with our-" I continued to say before I was cut off by the arcanine in front of me.

"Okay-okay, first off let me get some things straight. First you didn't build a bomb you just opened up the valve on a propane tank. Second, this is not a movie, and didn't you just say you and Ebony were at a safe distance, so why would you need to dive away," The arcanine unhappily criticized me.

"Well you see sir, we-" I said before I was cut off yet again.

"Third, there is no way I can possibly let anyone write down half the crap you said on a police report. I mean seriously it sounds like you're pitching me a crappy action movie. I mean you doing a three-sixty twirl kick, seriously?! Do you not realize that this is serious, and your friends are hospitalized along with some that are missing!" the arcanine barked at me.

Seeing his point I sunk deep into the chair I comfortably sat on. "Okay, maybe my story kind of got exaggerated just a tad, but I assure you that it is most certainly accurate," I defended myself.

"Like how you dramatically pushed your friend out of the way and took a lightning bolt for them, and then magically got back up to do some other ridiculous stunt?" the arcanine questioned.

"Yeah…" I answered awkwardly.

"Johnson!" the arcanine yelled across the police station. Coming through a door was a machop with a tie around his neck along with a police badge pinned to his tie. "Please escort Mister Aiden to a cell for arson," the arcanine said.

My jaw dropped as the machop literally picked me up, slung me over his shoulder, and began walking away. "I was doing what I was told too!" I yelled as I tried to break free from the machop's arm that was wrapped around me. Kicking and clawing like a maniac, I attempted to escape, which resulted in the machop's grip around me tightening to the point that I couldn't breathe.

"Yeah-yeah, your friend will probably get in trouble to, till then try actually coming up with a good story for the next person you try to bullshit with that crap," The arcanine said as I was carried off towards a cell. All the way through the police station everyone stared at me as I yelled and kicked like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

"Let me go! Let me go!' I continuously yelled trying to use repetition to persuade the power house that was carrying me. Eventually we reached the back room where all the prisoners were kept.

"Open cell five!" the machop yelled, and a cell door opened. Without a word he literally threw me like a ball into the cell and slammed it shut.

"You'll be hearing from my lawyer, and you didn't even read me my Miranda rights!" I yelled back to the machop.

"Stupid people don't have rights," he rudely replied as he walked out of the room.

"You get back here, and say my rights!" I screamed across the cell block.

"Keep it down little man," a voice snarled from within my cell. I've seen this stuff in the movies before, in jail you got to show your dominance or they'll do things to you… horrible things…

"Bitch, who the hell do you think you're talking too!?" I aggressively snapped back as I turned to face whoever was behind me. My jaw trembled as I saw a totally ripped machoke with hardcore tattoos standing behind me cracking his knuckles as he looked down at me.

"They called me skull crusher before I was put behind bars," he replied in a deep voice as he continued to crack his knuckles.

"I-I'm so sorry," I cried as the machoke approached me.

Point of View Black

My fake brother and I eventually made our way into the park. I anxiously sprinted through the grass as I searched for any sign of life. After a minute of looking I spotted the real Kana lying unconscious on the ground and a few meters away I saw Flare lying unconscious below a tree.

"Flare, Kana!" I shouted as I went to the jolteon first since she was the closest. "Kana wake up," I said as I gave her a few gentle nudges with my cast. Kana let out a groan and her eyes slowly opened.

"Where am I?" she said quietly in a weak voice.

"You're in the city park," I replied.

"What about Flare?" she asked me, I looked over towards Flare who was lying unconscious on the ground by a tree.

"I'll check on him," I said as I sprinted towards him. Once I reached Flare I quickly noticed multiple swollen bruises all over his body. I reached out my paw to give him a nudge.

"Don't," the shape shifter called out from behind me. My eyes glared at the jolteon as I waited for his reasoning. "He has multiple broken bones, a concussion and some damage to his back. I'll take him," the jolteon said as he picked Flare up gently and cautiously swung him onto his back. I didn't like the idea of him taking Flare, but at the same time he did help me find them.

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked with concern. The shape shifter remained silent before responding.

"Let's go," he said without answering my question.

'Why did he just ignore me?' Shaking off the questions in my head, I ran towards Kana who was attempting to stand on her own.

"Can you stand?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just feel weak," she answered. "Where's Flare?" she then asked me. I looked in the direction of the jolteon that was carrying Flare. Kana noticed the mystery pokemon and asked, "Who's he?"

"Someone who's helping," I vaguely responded as I led Kana in the direction of the jolteon. Kana walked very sluggishly as she waivered back and forth hardly keeping her balance. After a long walk the jolteon led us to a pokecenter. The jolteon walked through the door as he carried Flare on his back.

The instant the jolteon walked in the pokecenter a doctor took notice. He ran up to the jolteon, kneeled down, cradled Flare in his arms, and took off to help Flare. We all watched as Flare was taken away. Hopefully he'd be just fine with the help of the doctors.

"Well, I think you've seen enough of me for tonight," the imposter said as he headed towards the exit.

Despite him pissing me off a lot in the past I still couldn't help but feel grateful for his help "Thank you," I said to the jolteon as he walked away. "I guess I owe you now."

"Just keep doing what you're doing, and the favor will be repaid on its own," the jolteon said as he disappeared out the door. I don't know what his intentions with me were, but I really had to wonder whether he was good or bad. I always hated him, but tonight he helped me. It was just hard to trust someone wearing the face of your dead brother.

Third Person Point of View

The shape shifting creature known as Skull Face walked deep into the woods where no one would be at this time of night, excluding wild pokemon of course. The ground of the forest was covered in a thick fog, and it was almost too dark to see your own hand in front of you. After hiking miles upon miles, the imposter jolteon finally stopped walking once he entered a clearing in the forest. In the middle of the clearing was a small body of water that reflected the moon's lunar lights, and provided light. Many would view this area as a beautiful spectacle. Although the look on Skull Face showed that he wasn't too impressed.

"Hey, I'm here, we need to talk," Skull face called out to the shadows of the forest. "Seriously, I walked a long way to get here at a late hour," the false jolteon added on. Silence filled the night for a few minutes, and the only thing that could be heard was a wind blowing through the trees.

"What is it you wish to talk about," a smooth feminine voice asked from the shadows.

"I've been doing what you've asked of me, but I'm starting to worry," the jolteon said.

"Worry about what?" the anonymous voice asked from the darkness.

"It's becoming hard to protect Ryder from these dangers. I almost had to directly come out and save him," the fake jolteon complained.

"You saving that absol, and giving him power was creative, I thought it worked perfectly," the voice spoke with obvious satisfaction in her tone.

"Yes-yes, it worked perfectly for now. But what if that absol really thinks he can mega evolve on his own, and that causes problems, what if he catches on. We need a better strategy other than me just appearing as a dead person and verbally guiding them," Skull face impatiently stated.

"You're welcome to approach them as you please, although you'll probably terrify them with your real face," the entity said followed by a laugh.

"Wanna come out of the shadows and say that to my face," the jolteon snarled as he showed his fangs.

"I apologize, that was uncalled for," the voice said with sincerity. Skull Face let out a deep breath as he tried to let the insult go.

"Don't ever insult me like that again. I don't care if I owe you."

"You got it," she agreed. "Anyways back on subject," the voice redirected the topic "A few weeks back someone told me something bad was going to happen, something really devastating," the voice urgently stated as she exited the shadows and revealed herself.

"Who told you, Celebi?" the shape shifter asked the strange pink cat creature that floated in the air above him.

"Celebi envisioned a great tragedy. Mandus is going to make his move very soon. Casualties will be high," the cat like creature warned.

"If Crimson is making their move, then that must mean Black is almost ready."

"Indeed, just remember to let them do what they need to, it's important that they mold Black the way they need him," the pink cat instructed.

"You're horrible, all of you legendaries are horrible. This can all be prevented," Skull face spat out with slight hatred. "Anyways, this conversation is over Mew." the shape shifter turned away and began the journey out of the forest.

"Remember the mission. It may be horrible, but greater things are at risk. A few pokemon dying is a very small toll to pay compared to the bigger picture," Mew said as the jolteon walked away.

Chapter End

Author Note: So they finally get thrown into the story now. Legendaries that is. I'm not sure if this would really come off as an unexpected surprise, or something people anticipated. I mean a lot of stories have legendaries, that is why I held off on bringing them in until now. Anyways the thing I like about legendaries in stories is that everyone portrays them differently. Some portray them as bad asses, snobby jerks, or even cute creatures that add all this fluff to the story. I can promise you that I am not doing that last one... So my point is that hopefully I can set my story apart from others.

Anyways thanks for reading, and thanks again to everyone who follows this story.