Hey guys, Captain here with another update for 'Rise of the Hybrids' and I hope you enjoy this chapter. This chapter was a little over 16 pages long so I hope this chapter's content will satisfy you and leave you wanting more. I'm still accepting OCs for the story so check the story's character type status at the bottom to see what needs to be done. If I don't get more OCs, I may have to accept duplicates from people who have already submitted... even though I don't want to because it's unfair to other readers. So I'll wait one more chapter before I come to a decision on that. Anyway, read and enjoy the chapter guys. Let me know what you think. I also introduce you to another one of my villains that's a villain.

Warning: Violence in this chapter, but not over the limit.

Bold- TV/Radio/PA Systems/Megaphones etc.

Italics-Thoughts/Letters/Flashbacks

Seishiro was carrying the bound Michka through the base. He made excellent time and managed to get there within a day and a half. The trip would've been quicker, but he had to keep stopping and inject Michka with a sedative to keep her from escaping. As he walked through the halls with his Zoroark, Valens, he would ignore the stares of the 'Normal' soldiers. The normal soldiers would give him glares and say an insult or so about him being a freak. However, a good portion of the soldiers would tense up and hold their weapons at the ready, as if he would snap and attack at any second. Seishiro stopped in front of a steel door and glanced at the security camera pointing down at him.

"Identification please." An automated voice requested.

"Seishiro Tokugawa," Seishiro replied, rolling his eyes.

"Voice ID confirmed. Access to Delta Sector granted."

There was a loud clunk as the locks in the door came undone and the door opened. Seishiro adjusted Michka on his back and entered the classified area. Delta Sector was an area restricted to testing with the A-Gene. The only authorized personnel allowed were scientists, Pokémon, test subjects and those that successfully activated the A-Gene and could use it. Seishiro was one of the few that had the privilege of entering Delta Sector along with a couple of his other cohorts that he wasn't too fond of, but he didn't hate them either. He made his way down the halls and passed a bunch of rooms that were holding cells for Pokémon and there were small laboratories in the sector as well to try and make the vaccine to create the ultimate soldier.

Seishiro turned right and came face to face with a fellow A-Gene user. The man was just a hair shorter than he was. He had pale skin, straight jet black hair, ice blue eyes and stubble that was forming into a beard. He was wearing tan combat boots, multicam trousers, a dark grey t-shirt and a black military jacket. Seishiro gave a shiver after standing in the Ice-type's presence.

"I see you succeeded with your task," the man said, nodding at Michka.

"Really? What was your first clue, Bill?" Seishiro replied.

"Tongue and cheek will be the end of you, Seishiro. You'd best watch what you say to your superiors."

"Whatever, Bill. Now can you stand aside please? I would like to put this woman in her cell. I've been carrying her all day and it would be oh so nice to set her down and rest my fragile body."

"Sure you can, but I need you to give me the details on what type this woman is and what Pokémon she has as a partner."

"I'm not sure myself. If that statement from that criminal group in New York was true, then this lady is a Ground-type and her Pokémon is a Rhyperior."

"Fine, now give me her Pokeball and you can go drop her off."

Seishiro fumbled in his coat pocket and pulled out the red and white capsule. He tossed it to Bill who caught it and began tossing it up and down in the air. Bill nodded and pocketed the ball in his pocket before folding his arms behind his back.

"You might want to hurry up with locking her up. We can get some lunch before you have to go and see the bossman." Bill added.

"Alright, see you in the cafeteria," Seishiro said, giving a two fingered wave.

Bill turned on his heel and vanished down the hall. Seishiro continued his trek to another room at the end of the corridor that held some prisoners that awakened the A-Gene.

The door opened and sealed shut behind him as he entered the dimly lit cell block. The cells were made of titanium and had electricity coursing through the bars to shock the inhabitants if they touched it. Seishiro felt Michka stir on his back and had little time to lock her in her cell with the special restraints. He traversed to the end of the block and found an empty cell with the door ajar. He pulled a small collar off of the door and walked into the cell. Seishiro sat Michka against the wall and strapped the metal collar around her neck. A flashing red light appeared on the collar to confirm the activation.

Seishiro left the cell and nodded at it and Valens slammed the gate shut. The loud clank echoed around the room and roused Michka from her sleep. While she struggled to sit up, another occupant in the neighboring cell made his voice known as he gave an angry grumble. The gate must have awakened him from his slumber and Seishiro smirked a little bit. He looked into the cell and saw the man glaring at him from the mattress on the floor.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," Seishiro greeted. "I've brought you a cute friend to talk to. Although I think she may be out of your league."

The man on the ground flipped the bird to Seishiro who just shook his head with a light chuckle. Seishiro turned his attention back to the cell he put Michka in and saw her scowling at him. He walked back in front of her cell and crossed his arms.

"Who the hell are you and where the hell am I?" Michka growled.

"You don't remember me? Well, love, I'm the one who shot you with a tranquilizer back in Indiana. Does that ring any bells?" Seishiro replied.

"So you're the dick who jumped me with that damn Zoroark!"

Seishiro clapped his hands a couple times and squatted down in front of Michka's cell. She stumbled over to the gate and fell to her knees. The drug was still active in her system and it would take some time for her body to flush it out.

"Aw, I'm not such a dick once you get to know me." Seishiro smiled.

"You didn't answer my question. Where the heck did you take me?" Michka demanded.

"Well if you look around you can see you're not in a local prison. You are currently being detained in a highly secured base. No way in or out without proper clearance."

"Why am I here?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Now why don't you go and make friends with the guy in the cell next to you? He doesn't bite… hard."

Seishiro stood up and walked back down the hall. As he was about to leave, the man in the cell beside Michka spoke up.

"How do you sleep at night, Seishiro?"

"Well, I drink a nice cold glass of milk and then I crawl into bed and then I force my face into a pillow until I can't breathe anymore. Next thing I know, it's morning." Seishiro answered, departing the room.

The door closed behind Seishiro and Valens, locking up as it did so. The lights turned off in the cells, leaving only the hanging lights in the aisle on. Michka pushed herself off the floor as she felt her strength returning to her. It was at this point that she felt the cool metal collar around her neck. Her face scrunched up in confusion and disgust as she wondered what sick amusement Seishiro had for strapping it on her. Michka tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't budge. She then tried to use her power to break the collar off, only to be surprised when a powerful shock of electricity shot through her body. Michka gave a cry of surprise and clutched the floor as the volts gave her a painful shock and a new headache.

"What the hell? What just happened?" Michka thought.

"Word of advice, beautiful, you don't want to try using your powers. If you do, not only will it not work, but that collar around your neck will shock you to kingdom come." The man informed.

"I guess you've tried that, huh?"

"Yeah, it didn't go well for me either."

Michka turned her gaze to the cell next door and tried to find the man inside. The light from the walkway didn't allow much light to enter the cell. Since she couldn't use her powers either, she couldn't sense the vibrations through the ground that could give her a visual of the man. She crawled closer to the iron bars that divided the two cells to try and get a better look of her inmate.

"So what's your name, toots?" The man asked.

"Okay, look Romeo, first of all, don't call me any cute nicknames alright? I don't know you and you don't know me." Michka retorted.

"Oh, so I got a feisty chick for an inmate? Damn, this day just gets better and better."

Michka rolled her eyes at the man's comment and heard him shifting on the mattress. Moments later, the man came into view. Although Michka wouldn't admit it, but when she got a good look at the man's face, he seemed pretty cute. He had short straight brown hair that was hidden under a backwards black baseball hat. His brown eyes held playfulness, confidence and had a dangerous aura. His lean muscle build was easily identifiable through his shirt.

"So what's your name?" The man asked.

"Morré, Michka Morré." Michka replied. "What about you?"

"The name's Montes. David Montes."

"Alright, David, it's nice to meet you."

Michka was about to reach through the bars to shake David's hand. David gave her a warning look and wagged his finger. Michka looked confused for a minute but she found out why David stopped her. He attempted to sneak his hand between the bars but he began trembling in pain. His fists clenched and he bit back a cry of pain and frustration. Once the shock stopped, David retracted his hand and pounded his fist in the floor to release his pent up anger and pain. Michka bit her lip as she saw her fellow cellmate take the punishing blow for her.

"Why'd you do that?" Michka asked.

"Heh, can't stand to watch a beautiful woman getting hurt." David grinned.

Michka's face reddened a bit but her blush faded as soon as it came.

"Thanks." Michka said.

"No problem, Michka." David replied.

"So, David, what can you tell me about this place?"

"How much time have you got?"

"I've got all the time in the world right now, David. So lay it on me."

Two weeks had passed since Dameon's first visit to Doctor Schroeder and he had been following through with his request. He had been taking the antidepressants and went to each session for his therapy to deal with his PTSD. So far, Dameon made decent progress. His nightmares were occurring less with each passing day. He did not touch any alcohol since his first visit to Doctor Schroeder and he had been in great spirits as well. As his therapy went on, Schroeder requested him to bring in his family and friends. When he brought his father, Brandon, and Chelsea to the meetings, Schroeder had him open up about his PTSD and how he previously tried to cope with it. Schroeder introduced two methods of treatment alongside the medication.

The first was family therapy, since PTSD affects the person and those close to them. Family therapy would allow the victim's loved ones to understand what they were going through and it could help everyone in the family communicate better and work through relationship problems that can be brought upon the family from PTSD symptoms.

The second method was trauma-focused cognitive-behavioral therapy. This one made Dameon very uncomfortable at first because of what it did. The therapy involved carefully and gradually exposing the person to thoughts, feelings, and situations that remind them of their trauma. The therapy also involved identifying thoughts about the traumatic event with thoughts that are distorted and irrational and replacing them with a more balanced picture. However, Dameon came round and began to participate with that form of therapy as well. Granted he was scared out of his wits, he knew that he had to find his stones and face the fear otherwise he would never break free from it.

Dameon was on his way home from another one of his sessions with Schroeder when he decided to pay his father a visit. Now that he opened up and talked about the PTSD with his father during some of the appointments, he was back to being social with him like he was when he was younger. He also wanted to stop and give him some news that would make his day as well. His truck gave a roar as it soared down the highway and towards the city of Norman. Darkening clouds began to form overhead and Dameon decided to get to his dad's shop as fast as possible. The last thing he needed was to get caught up in an Oklahoma hailstorm. Rain began to pour down from the black clouds accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Dameon pulled up to a small brick building ten minutes later and killed the engine to his car. The building had two large garage doors and a small office adjacent to them. The sign outside in front of the building read "Blackburn Auto Service & Repair," and Dameon was filled with a wave of nostalgia. He spent a lot of his high school days in the shop with his dad when he wasn't doing baseball or football. His eyes could see movement in the garage as he spotted some employees changing tires and oil. Then after a few seconds, Dameon saw his father appear from under a car wiping his hands on a rag. He pointed at the car and told an employee to work on it as he went into the office. Dameon slammed the door to his car and dashed to the door to get out of the downpour. The door gave a light jingle as it opened.

"I'll be with you in a second!" Brandon called out from an office.

"Take your time, Dad," Dameon replied as he walked over to the front counter.

Dameon sat down in the black rotating chair and propped his boots up on his desk. He heard his father rustling around in the office as he finished writing down some paperwork. Brandon appeared moments later and gave a grin as he locked eyes with him. Brandon was a man in his mid-fifties. He stood at six feet tall, had dark brown eyes, pale skin, and straight grey hair that was beginning to bald in some spots. Brandon leaned on the counter and smirked at Dameon.

"Boy, get your boots off the desk before I whoop your ass." Brandon warned.

"Bring it on you old fart," Dameon taunted back, taking his feet off the desk.

"So what brings you here, Dameon? I thought this was your day off?"

"I actually wanted to stop by and tell to you about something."

Brandon was about to ask what Dameon what he wanted to tell him but was stopped when a loud crash came from the garage. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Dameon chuckled to himself.

"Dameon, if you excuse me for a minute, I have a dumbass to fire." Brandon excused himself.

"Take your time." Dameon replied.

Dameon laughed as Brandon opened the door and stormed into the garage to see what the damage was.

"Hey, Einstein, what the fuck is wrong with this picture?" Brandon demanded.

While Brandon was busy lecturing the worker that caused the disturbance, Dameon began looking through some upcoming appointments he had. He had to do some oil changes, tire rotations, tire changes, replace an engine, and repair a water pump and a whole bunch of other stuff. He grinned as he saw the busy week ahead of him and was glad that his Dad's business was still going strong after all these years. His Dad opened the shop in 2000 and it was now 2018. Eighteen years of long hard work and that never detracted his Dad's time to raise him. Dameon looked at an old picture that he kept on his desk that was one of his favorites. The picture was of him and his Dad and they were standing in front of an old Pontiac GTO Judge that they purchased to work on as a father son project. That car would later become the restored black GTO Judge that Dameon had currently.

The door to the garage opened again and Brandon came in running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath and sat on the corner of Dameon's desk. Brandon turned to Dameon and shook his head.

"I tell you, Dameon, we've got some really stupid kids working these days." Brandon sighed.

"Tell me about it. A lot of them want the job but don't want to work for the money and you pretty much have to hold their hand to ensure they do the job." Dameon agreed.

"Well, I've got a break right now, so what did you want to tell me?"

"Before I say anything, has Chelsea told you anything?"

"What news would she have to tell me?"

"I wanted to tell you that you're going to be a grandfather, Dad."

When Dameon told Brandon about the surprising news, he was awarded with wide eyes. Brandon opened his mouth and closed it after not being able to come up with an answer. He did the next best thing and smiled at his son after clapping him on the back.

"Congratulations, Dameon. Did you find out what you were having?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah, we're having a boy." Dameon nodded.

"I'm glad to see that things are looking up for you, Dameon. I really am."

"Thanks, Dad."

Brandon walked into the office and came out moments later with two bottles of diet coke. Normally in the past, Brandon and Dameon would have a beer in this instance, but since Dameon was trying to reduce his alcohol consumption, Brandon had to improvise. Two hisses filled the air as the bottles released the gas. Their bottles hit each other with a dull clunk and they took a swig. Brandon looked at his son and noticed that he had a faraway look in his eyes. The only difference is that it wasn't one of sadness, but one of deep thought.

"What's on your mind, boy?" Brandon asked.

Dameon looked up at his dad after breaking from his thoughts and a smile spread across his face. After taking another drink from his soda, he looked at Brandon again.

"I'm going to ask Chelsea to marry me," Dameon said, giving a confident nod.

"About time, boy!" Brandon said, patting him on the back again. "To tell you the truth, I've been wondering when you would do that. You and Chelsea have been inseparable since high school. A girl like her only comes around once in a lifetime, so I'm glad you made the right choice."

"Well with her carrying my kid and the fact we've been together for years, I'd be an idiot to not marry her."

Brandon took another drink of his coke and got off the desk. He set down his soda and walked back into his office. Dameon continued drinking the sweet tasting soda as he heard his father rummaging through one of the desks. Brandon came back from the room holding something in his hand. He looked at it and held it out for Dameon to take. Dameon almost choked on his soda from shock at what the item was. It was a diamond engagement ring.

"Dameon, if you're going to give a girl like Chelsea an engagement ring, it should be the best one," Brandon said, handing him the ring.

"Dad, are you sure you want me to use it? I mean, it's Mom's." Dameon replied.

"Dameon, it will be the best investment of my life if you give this ring to Chelsea."

"Alright Dad, I'll give her the ring. I can't thank you enough for it."

"No problem. Your Mom would be proud."

Dameon took the ring from Brandon and hugged him. Brandon reciprocated and hugged his son back.

Dameon left the shop and began his trip back home. As he continued his drive back, his phone began to ring. Glancing at the caller ID, he could see it was Chelsea. He pressed the green button and answered the phone.

"Hey Chelsea, what's up? Did you need something?" Dameon asked.

"I'm just calling to see where you were at. You said you were coming home after your appointment with Doctor Schroeder and it's way past the time." Chelsea replied.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I dropped by to talk with my Dad for a bit and to see what I had for work this week."

"Oh, okay. Did you see Charlie there?"

"What was that?"

"Did you see Charlie there?"

Dameon's eyes narrowed and his mind went into full alert. During his time in the Special Forces, Dameon took precautionary measures to ensure the protection of his family. The last thing he wanted was to have his family get caught by some insane group of terrorists. One major code word that he came up with for his Dad and Chelsea was "Charlie." Back in the day Charlie was used to identify the Viet Cong back in the Vietnam War and Dameon brought it back as a warning word. Charlie for Dameon was someone trying to inflict harm on his family. The way the word was to be used was to have someone say it in casual conversation to get out the message for help without being obvious.

"No, I didn't see Charlie." Dameon replied. "Did you see Charlie?"

"Yeah, I saw him and he told me to tell you to drop in and say hello sometime." Chelsea answered.

"Okay, I'll see you when I get home."

Chelsea hung up the phone and Dameon hung up as well. His mind raced at the thought of someone entering his house and holding Chelsea hostage. The thought alone made his blood boil and sent him straight back into soldier mode. He planted his foot down on the gas pedal and floored his truck down the highway. His hand opened the glove compartment and it revealed his HK45 along with a few loaded magazines. He was not afraid to use force to protect those he loved. Dameon was within two miles of his house and he had already come up with his plan to get the jump on the intruders.

"Hold on, Chelsea. I'm coming." Dameon thought.

Dameon pulled his truck off on to a backroad that ran parallel to a thicket of trees by his house. He would use the trees as concealment and search for any enemies before taking them down. He killed the engine and pulled out his pistol along with his magazines. Loading one magazine into his gun, he cocked it and tucked it away in the holster on his right leg. Dameon began running through the trees towards his house. During his time running to the house, he never came across an enemy and that helped him relax a little bit, but he still kept his guard up. Just because he couldn't see them didn't mean they weren't there.

His house came into sight and he crouched down low and got behind a tree. He could see a group of black cars in his driveway along with some men armed with assault rifles. Dameon cursed as he looked at the situation before him and knew that there was no way he could take them all on with just a pistol. He decided to go around to the back of his house where he couldn't see as much guards. Sure enough, there were only two guards in the back surprisingly.

"Talk about poor security." Dameon muttered.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a suppressor. He screwed it on and turned the safety off. Dameon crept up to the back porch where on guard was walking around. He raised his pistol, aimed down the sights and squeezed the trigger. A soft clap went off but it was almost nonexistent with the rain and thunder. The guard fell to the floor and garnered the attention of his partner. Dameon hurried up behind the second guard when his back was turned to subdue him. He grabbed the man roughly by the scruff of his neck and drove his head into the railing. The guard went limp in his grip as he was knocked out from the hard blow. Dameon hoisted the man up and dumped him in the shrubs off of the porch.

He pressed his back to the wall and had his pistol at the ready to open the door. His hand gripped the knob and he turned it, silently pulling the door open. Dameon walked in, gun aimed center mass for the first guy he saw. He closed the door and tiptoed his way through the hall. A light was on in the kitchen and Dameon slowly made his way towards it. His heartbeat was steady and his senses were sharp. He rounded the corner and saw Chelsea sitting at the table with no one around. Taking the chance, Dameon entered the kitchen and gained Chelsea's attention.

"Dameon, they're everywhere." Chelsea whispered.

"I know. We need to go now. I've got the truck parked on the backroad over here." Dameon replied.

"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Blackburn." A voice said.

Dameon heard a click as the hammer on a pistol was pulled. The gun was pointing right at the back of his head and he closed his eyes as he reprimanded himself for letting his guard down. He set his gun down on the table and scowled as he heard the man behind him chuckle. The gun poked the back of his head, forcing him to move towards the front door.

"Get his girlfriend." The man ordered.

"I'm on it," a guard replied, walking over to Chelsea and forcing her up.

"Get your hands off of her!" Dameon hissed.

"Walk, Mr. Blackburn!"

Dameon growled at the man who held him at gunpoint, in his own house. He and Chelsea were forced out of the front door and into the rain. All of the guards were looking at him as he continued his march into the driveway. Chelsea was right beside him and he could tell she was terrified.

"That's far enough, Mr. Blackburn." The man said.

"What's this all about?" Dameon asked.

"I believe you remember your little test back at Fort Bragg with that Garchomp?"

"Vividly, but what the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"It's come to our attention that you may have awoken the A-Gene."

"That's not possible. I was deemed a failure with the test."

"The A-Gene can be dormant and we want to retest you."

Dameon glanced at Chelsea and saw her looking at him. She knew about him being tested for the A-Gene from his therapy. Chelsea gripped his hand tightly as she stared back at the man who was holding them hostage.

"I'm not going." Dameon stated.

"You don't have a choice, Mr. Blackburn. You're outnumbered, now I will give you one last chance. Will you submit and come with us?" The man replied.

"Who are you?"

"Well since you asked nicely, my name is Bill Harding."

"Well, Bill, to answer your question. No, I will not go with you."

"I see."

It all happened so fast. No sooner had Bill said that when he pulled out a pistol and aimed it right at Chelsea. There was a loud crack as the gun fired and Chelsea stood there in surprise. Dameon's eyes were wide with horror when he saw Chelsea blink in shock. She looked down at her stomach and could see her shirt soaking red. Chelsea fell to her knees but Dameon caught her before she could fall into the muddy ground. Dameon placed his hand on her stomach to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

"Chelsea, hang in there, you'll be okay." Dameon pleaded.

"I'm feeling cold. It's so cold." Chelsea gasped out.

"You could have prevented this, Mr. Blackburn. If you complied, I wouldn't have shot your girlfriend here," Bill shrugged, turning on his heel. "Knock him out and put him in the car."

As Dameon sat there doing everything in his power to stop Chelsea's bleeding, he was unaware of the group that was coming to bind him. His eye began to fill with tears as Chelsea began to turn pale from blood loss. Then that's when Dameon started seeing red. His grief and anguish turned into pure rage and bloodlust as he held Chelsea in his arms. He felt his body begin to tremble with fury and he felt a searing pain shoot across his chest. The scar from Garchomp began to burn and throb with pain like never before. Dameon couldn't explain it, but he felt as though he had incomprehensible power building inside of him.

"I'll kill you," Dameon hissed, setting Chelsea against a car. "I'll kill all of you!"

He stood up and glared at the group of men advancing on him with their weapons drawn and ready to fire. Unknown to Dameon, his eyes shifted from their normal blue to yellow with black slit-like pupils, almost similar to the eyes of a Garchomp. The soldiers topped dead in surprise with Dameon's sudden change. It felt like there was an enormous wave of pressure keeping them still and it was so thick that it could probably be cut with a knife. For reasons he didn't know, Dameon opened his mouth and it felt as though it was on fire. His answer came when blue and orange flames shot forth at the soldiers and blasted them back.

"Take him down!" One barked.

Gunshots filled the area as bullets started to miss Dameon by mere centimeters. Dameon jumped over one of the cars and hid from the barrage of bullets. His rage kept on building and he was still in shock at what he just did.

"How the hell did I do that?" Dameon thought.

One bullet bounced off a car and hit Dameon right in the shoulder. He gave a cry of anger as his fists clenched. Dameon jumped over the car as his adrenaline kicked in and he landed right by the nearest soldier. He brought back his fist and gave the hardest punch he could. There was a sickening crunch as the man's ribs broke and he was sent soaring dozens of yards away. He collided with two other soldiers and they hit the ground with a crash, screaming in pain.

"Super strength too? What the hell is going on? What's happening to me?" Dameon muttered.

He recognized the first attack he performed after watching so many Pokémon battles on TV and identified it as Dragonbreath. Dameon had no idea how he performed the attack, all he knew was that he wanted to do it again and again until everyone in his driveway was dead. He grunted in pain as he sunk to his knees when two more bullets hit him. This only added fuel to the fire and enraged Dameon even more. He gave a ferocious snarl as he glared at the men that shot him. His body was enshrouded with a red aura when he located his prey. He got to his feet and began to walk towards them.

"Crush them! I'm going to crush every last one of you sonsabitches!" Dameon thought, cracking his knuckles as his fists clenched.

"Shoot him!" Another soldier ordered.

"I don't think so!" Dameon sneered.

He gave a strong push with his legs and shot at the group of soldiers like a bullet. When he soared at them, more bullets began to shoot at him. This time when the bullets hit him, they either bounced off or barely entered him. Dameon's adrenaline rush helped block out the pain the shots would have caused and he landed by the soldiers with a wicked grin. He grabbed the nearest one and gave a punch, sending him into the trees and out of sight. His onslaught continued when he grabbed the barrel of one of the rifles and crushed it in his hand. He continued by giving a strong kick to the soldier's stomach. The soldier fell on all fours and spat out a glob of blood before hitting the ground. Dameon turned to the last soldier and picked him up by the throat.

Dameon's eyes met the soldier's and he took great pleasure in what he saw. The soldier was petrified with fear from him as he continued his rampage. As the man tried to pry Dameon's hands off to avert being strangled, he began to lose consciousness. Dameon brought the man to his face and gave him a glare that could freeze hell over.

"I hope you burn in hell!" Dameon said with as much venom as he could.

He gave a hard squeeze and jerked his hand. There was a crack as the man went limp in his hand and he tossed him to the side. Dameon could feel his adrenaline rush fading away and he fell to his knees. He looked at the wounds from the bullets only to be shocked again as the bullets were pushed out of his body and the wounds began to close up. It was as if it was some form of super healing from those comic books he used to read when he was younger. Dameon's head began ache with intense pain as he tried to stand up. There was a coppery taste in his mouth and he raised his hand up to see where the blood was coming from. His fingers touched a trickle of blood from his nose as it ran to his mouth.

"Is this a side effect from the power?" Dameon thought.

"Not bad, Mr. Blackburn," Bill said, appearing from the flames that Dameon created. "It seems that the A-Gene was indeed dormant in your system. This makes it even more important that you are caught."

"Not if I have anything to say about it!"

"You're at your limit, Mr. Blackburn. Now it's my turn."

Dameon managed to regain his balance and tried to call up another Dragonbreath attack. He opened his mouth a little bit, but couldn't feel any power building up. Bill shook his head and smirked as he raised his hand up. A blue glow began to form into a spiraling ball until it covered his entire palm. The ball turned into a light blue and white color as it shot at Dameon. The attack made contact with his chest and practically made his heart stop. The attack was so unbelievably cold and it was almost intolerable. Dameon recognized the attack as Ice Beam.

When the attack ended, he was launched back to the car where Chelsea was sitting in a daze. He hit the car with such force that it caved the door in. Dameon pushed himself up with difficulty and crawled over to Chelsea. She locked eyes with him and tried to smile.

"This hurts, Dameon. This pain is terrible." Chelsea whispered.

"Just try and hang in there, you'll be okay." Dameon begged.

"No, I can't, I've lost too much blood."

"Please, don't die on me, Chelsea. You can't die. I didn't get the chance to ask you the question I wanted to."

"What did you want ask me?"

Dameon dug into his pocket and pulled out the diamond ring and placed it on her finger. Chelsea's pale face took on one of shock and happiness.

"I was going to ask you to marry me," Dameon said with sorrow.

"You should already know the answer," Chelsea replied, smiling up at him.

Dameon nodded as a couple tears fell down his face. Chelsea's cold hand caressed the side of face and he leaned into the touch. He scooped her up in his arms hugged her to him. Chelsea used the last of her strength and brought his face down to hers and kissed him with as much passion as she could. As they broke away, Chelsea's eyes began to droop with exhaustion. Knowing that this was Chelsea's last minute, Dameon tried to make the most of it.

"I love you, Dameon. Never forget that." Chelsea whispered.

"I love you too." Dameon choked.

With that being said, Chelsea went limp in his arms. Sobs racked Dameon's body as he buried his face in Chelsea's hair. She was gone and she wasn't coming back. Footsteps met his ears and he glanced up to see Bill with two soldiers towering over him. Bill's eyes were cold as ice as he looked down at him.

"I hope you enjoyed your last moments with her, Mr. Blackburn. As I said earlier, this was your fault," Bill said, looking to the guards. "Take care of him."

Bill turned around and made his way back to one of the black sedans and climbed inside. The soldiers pointed their weapons at Dameon and were met with a piercing glare in return. They tensed up for a second but regained composure as they held him at gunpoint once more.

"Take him out." One ordered.

"They said they wanted to take him for testing, not kill him." The other replied.

"I don't care what Bill said, he attacked us and he's too dangerous to be kept alive. Do you want to spend the rest of your life knowing Dameon Blackburn is on your ass? Because I sure as hell don't."

Dameon took a deep breath and glared up at his captors once again.

"Go ahead, do it," Damon encouraged. "But I'm going to warn you. After witnessing what you just saw, you'd really better hope that bullet kills me."

"Don't worry, it will!" The soldier sneered.

As the man was about to fire, he found himself encased in a block of ice. Bill appeared moments later and shook his head. He had ice form around his hand as he glared at the man in ice.

"I don't tolerate insubordination, Corporal. You are dismissed." Bill said.

He brought his fist back and punched the ice with tremendous force. The block of ice obliterated into multiple pieces as it shattered from Bill's Ice Punch. Bill turned back to Dameon with his fist still fused with ice. He grabbed Dameon by the scruff of his neck and punched him across the face, knocking him out.

"Get the cuffs on him and throw him into the car." Bill ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" The soldier nodded.

Well, that's the chapter guys. I hope you enjoyed it, even though I'm pretty sure a lot of you saw this coming. Anyway, tell me what you thought of it via review. Now as usual I have the OC info at the end of the chapter along with story shoutouts. Now if your OC is not in the story yet, don't panic. They're coming in, but the thing is I don't want to introduce all of them at once because then no one gives two shits about the story or any other character but their own and I know that for a fact. I'm sad to say that's one reason why my other Pokemon story probably suffered a lot of review drops recently. Anyway, I'm going on vacation this weekend and I probably won't update for a bit, so just sit tight and wait. Until next time guys. Later.-CaptainPrice

Story shoutouts:

"Time of Courage" by my good friend FiammaJoule: This story is becomming one of the new stories that contain people with Pokemon powers/souls. It's extremely interesting and the first chapter alone was enough to get my attention and I'm sure it will be of interest to a lot of you readers as well. The story revolves around a group of people known as S-Types that have the abilities of Pokemon and are being hunted down by the government. Michka Morre is the protagonist and it'll be great to watch her progress and grow to help lead the resistance against the government. Just updated on 8/3/2012.

"Rise to the Challenge" by CaptainPrice: This is an OC fic that revolves around a young man named Tom Sandbourne. He is journeying through Unova with his friends and attempting to become the Unova League Champion. Drop in and give a review when you get the chance.

Types that have been applied for that aren't my characters. I haven't made any decisions yet on who's in or not. I still need some more evil sons a bitches, so send them in.

Grass-

Fire-1

Water-

Electric-2

Flying-

Dark-6 (No more dark types are being accepted. There are too many. I'm only going to take two more of these guys from the submitted ones I received.)

Poison-

Dragon-

Bug-1

Fighting-1

Rock-1

Ground-2

Steel-1

Ghost-1

Ice-1

Psychic-1

Normal-1