Hey guys, Captain here with another update. I figured I'd get an update in since I managed to catch a break in between my duties. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as it will introduce another one of the submitted OCs and it is another Dark-Type I'm introducing. There are now two Dark-Types in the story and I'm only taking one more, but I haven't decided which one. Read the author's note at the bottom because it will most likely brighten your spirits a little bit. Now as you all know, two days ago was the 11th 9/11 aniversary so I hope you all gave a moment of silence for those that lost their lives on that day. So without further delay, let's get to the chapter.

Warning: language and violence present.

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

Italics-Thoughts/Letters/Flashbacks

Dameon didn't know where he was going. The last thing he remembered was glaring up into the eyes of Bill Harding before being rendered unconscious. At this point though, he didn't care where he was or what happened to him next. The two things that brought joy to him and gave him purpose had been taken away from him hours previously.

His sight and vision came and went, but all he knew was that he was being forcibly dragged down a hall with multiple testing rooms. He tightened his fists to try and move, but his muscles failed him. The obvious fact was that he had been drugged to prevent struggling. His vision went black once again, but he could hear snippets of conversations.

"Get him in the cell and get the collar on him now." Bill said.

"Yes, Sir!" The soldier replied.

"And for Christ's sake, do it properly. The last thing we need is for you to put the device on wrong and he breaks free. God help you if he does."

Dameon's vision returned and he gave his muscles a flex to test them again. This time he was able to form fists and he gave the hardest pull he could. Dameon managed to break free from the grip of one of the guards dragging him. He stumbled to his feet and gave a sloppy punch, just barely hitting the guard he freed himself from.

The guard was blasted off his feet and bounced down the hall and into a wall. Dameon swayed as he tried to gain his footing, but was met with a painful blow to his back. He fell to his knees and felt another needle stab into his neck. His body tensed up and went limp again as the paralysis took him.

"What the hell did I just tell you?" Bill barked.

"My apologies, Sir. It won't happen again!" The solider replied.

Bill shook his head and turned down a corresponding hallway, all the while muttering something about being surrounded by dumb-shits. The soldier let out a sigh of relief after being spared Bill's angry outburst and continued dragging Dameon to the cell block. Reaching the block, the doors opened wide and allowed entrance.

The soldier dragged Dameon to the vacant cell between the Ground-Type and the Fire-Type. The soldier pushed Dameon into the cell and grabbed the metal collar dangling on the bars. He quickly made for Dameon and snapped the collar shut around his neck.

Just as the collar closed, Dameon's eyes snapped open and he grabbed the guard's foot. The paralysis must be weakening the more it was used to subdue him. The soldier panicked as he tried to tug his foot free from the vice grip Dameon had on it. Not seeing another option, he brought up his gun. Dameon's eyes met the soldier's and it turned into a piercing glare.

"When I wake up, I'm gonna be pissed." Dameon hissed.

"Shut-up!" The soldier retorted.

The soldier brought the buttstock down on top of Dameon's forehead with a loud whack. The blow made Dameon lose his grip and he fell spread-eagled on the floor, completely dazed by the hard blow. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but the pain from the hit was enough to knock him out once again. Just before he passed out, his eyes caught movement in the cell directly to his left. In the cell was a young woman in her early twenties and she had cocoa colored skin with long brown hair.

"Who's she? Is she like me?" Was the last thought in Dameon's mind before he finally succumbed to the darkness.

Michka had been lying on the small mattress that was in her cell, staring at the ceiling as she tried to doze off. She had been there for weeks and was growing worried about her partner, Terran. After David told her what took place in the laboratories in Delta Sector, she attempted to contact Terran through her mind, only to have no success.

David told her that not only did the collar neutralize her powers, but it also cut off the communication to her partner. That alone made Michka's concern for Terran skyrocket. While she was sure that Terran was fine, she couldn't help but wonder what his condition was. Her thoughts were jarred as she heard the door to the cell block open and close.

She lifted her head up to get a visual of the person who entered the room, only to be surprised to see a soldier dragging a tall man behind him. This caught her interest since she knew that only people with the A-Gene were thrown in the cells when David told her about it. The man had a tight grip on the soldier's foot and he was glaring up at him with malice.

Michka felt a shiver go down her spine as she saw his eyes. They held a very threatening and powerful aura behind them. She heard the exchange between him and the soldier and watched with surprise as he managed to withstand a blow to the head from the butt of a rifle. Through her experience with others that unlocked the A-Gene, she knew that Steel, Rock and Ground types would be the only ones to withstand a hit from a blunt force like that without getting knocked out.

The soldier departed the cell and the room with the doors sealing shut behind him. Michka sat up and crept over to the bars that divided the cells. She made eye contact with the man who lost consciousness seconds later. She cursed since she wanted to gain more information, but it would have to wait. A little movement a couple cells down made Michka turn to David's cell. David came into view with a look of disbelief on his face. Noticing David's surprise, she decided to ask the question that entered her head.

"Do you know him, David?"

"Yeah, but, holy shit," David muttered, falling to his knees. "Black, what the hell are you doing here? I thought the scientists said you failed to test positive for the A-Gene?"

"His name is Black? Furthermore, how do you know him anyway?"

"Well, his last name is Blackburn but we always called him Black for short."

"Who's we?"

"Oh, right, I never really gave you a full story about my background, did I?"

Michka nodded and sat down when David motioned for her to take a seat. This story would obviously take a while and it would be a good way to kill time until this Blackburn woke up. Once she got comfy, David began telling her everything about himself and Dameon. She learned that David and Dameon met during Basic Training at Fort Sill, Oklahoma back in 2010. David went on to explain their time in the U.S. Army and how they both made their careers in it. Both of them went to Ranger School in 2012 and then managed to pass the selection into Delta Force in 2014. After David gave the background on his history with Dameon, he told Michka about the mission that effectively ended Dameon's career as a soldier in 2016. By the end of it, Michka was both shocked and impressed with the two men in front of her.

"Wow, kudos to you both," Michka began, stretching out her legs. "Not to be a buzz kill here, but isn't that information you told me supposed to be classified?"

"That ended the moment my government caught me and imprisoned me in this hell hole." David spat.

"I guess that's understandable."

Michka sighed and stood up to stretch. She really hated being trapped inside the cage and because of her claustrophobia it definitely didn't make her situation any easier. David rubbed his eyes and kept his gaze on Dameon. He was still surprised that Dameon was even there in the first place and began wondering how they caught him. Granted they had his file on record and could find his location, but the thing that didn't make sense to him was the fact that they went to test him for the A-Gene again when he was deemed a failure for it the first time around.

A groan from Dameon's cage garnered the attention of Michka and David. They both turned to see him struggling to sit up. Deep down through all his thoughts and concern, David was really happy to see his best friend again, having not seen him for two years. Dameon finally managed to push himself off the floor and pinched the bridge of his nose as he dealt with the throbbing pain.

Once the pain was tolerable and he regained his bearings, he stood up quickly and looked around. To his left he saw the cocoa skinned girl that he spotted earlier before he lost consciousness and to his right was David. Dameon's eyes widened in surprise and he shuffled over to the bars.

"Dave, is that you? What are you doing here?" Dameon asked.

"Yeah bro, it's me. To be honest, I was dragged here against my will after being knocked out back in Wisconsin." David replied.

"Just like me then."

"Well what exactly are you doing here, Black? I thought you didn't pass the test for the A-Gene?"

"The guy who came to my house and held me and Chelsea hostage said that the A-Gene was dormant in me…"

Dameon's face went from one of thought to one of anguish. Chelsea was dead and it was his fault. He fell back to the floor and buried his hands in his hair before clutching it tightly. David didn't need to hear the rest of that bit. He was able to put two and two together to see that Chelsea was killed by the man who caught Dameon. David frowned and sat down by the divider between him and Dameon. He would have reached through the bars and hugged his friend for support, but he couldn't without shocking himself.

"Black, I'm sorry about Chelsea man. I know you two were together for a long time. It's okay," David said, turning to his sobbing friend. "It wasn't your fault, Black."

"It was my fault, Dave! If I agreed to go with Bill in the first place then Chelsea would probably still be alive. If I wasn't such a stubborn bastard, she'd still be alive and so would my son!" Dameon shot back.

David was thrown off by that end sentence. Dameon and Chelsea were going to be parents and now he had neither. David bit his lip and hung his head. As much as he wanted to give support to Dameon, he wouldn't be able to help him much. He wouldn't be able to put himself in his shoes since he didn't have a girlfriend or a kid.

"Black, I know nothing I say can help ease the pain you're going through, but I will tell you that it was not your fault. You don't know what that guy would have done even if you agreed." David said.

"It doesn't matter, David. All I know is that Chelsea would still be alive and so would my son." Dameon replied.

David decided not to respond to that. He didn't want to add to Dameon's grief by giving the statement he was thinking about, so he remained silent. Michka was listening to the two converse and admired David's sympathy and concern for his friend. She didn't know Dameon at all, but she could understand what he was going through. When she was a kid she lost both of her parents to an earthquake that decimated the town she lived in.

She ended up hiding her younger brother where he couldn't be harmed, but doing this ended up leading to her falling into a fissure that was created by the strong quake. While the fissure wasn't out of reach, it was still very deep down. The negative thing this did was grant her the claustrophobia and the one great thing that the earthquake lead her to was her partner, Terran.

Terran was a Rhydon when she first met him and it was because of him and her godfather that she managed to escape the crevice. Terran had been by her side ever since and was her dearest friend. Thinking about Terran returned Michka to her original thought on how to break out of the cell and continue with her job. So far she had come up with nothing, but maybe with the help of Dameon and David, she could carry out her plan. She glanced at the two men and noticed that Dameon had stopped crying but he still looked miserable.

"Dave, what do they want with us?" Dameon asked.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I believe it has something to do with perfecting the A-Gene vaccine." David answered. "Since I've been here, they've collected DNA from me and Infernape. They've also tested us against other soldiers that have volunteered to be guinea pigs for the vaccine. Those poor bastards didn't stand a chance."

"You killed them?"

"I killed a few of them, yeah. However, sometimes some of them wouldn't even be able to start the fight since their body would reject the shot. If the body of the person injected with the vaccine rejects it, they go through painful spasms and die shortly afterward."

"So they're using the DNA to figure out the final bugs in it?"

"Yeah, the scientists narrowed it down to a couple possibilities, but the main thought all of them had is that the vaccine was too concentrated with DNA. Since then they've been reducing it and it seems to have better results."

Dameon's fists clenched after hearing David's information. At this rate it was only a matter of time until the scientists managed to work out the kinks. All of his thinking made his mind drift off to Langdon and Dean. If anything, Langdon would be the easiest target since he was still in the military and they could outnumber him in large quantities if he tried resisting, so he was either dead or captured and being held somewhere. Dean was strong but he would probably be jumped just like him and David.

"Well, wait a minute, what about Dean and Langdon?" Dameon asked.

David was silent for a minute. Dameon could have sworn he saw a look of sadness in his eye. David turned back to Dameon with a somber expression.

"Dameon, who was it who brought you here?" David asked.

"Some man named Bill Harding," Dameon said, his fists shaking with rage. "He's the fucker who killed Chelsea. I've got a score to settle with him."

"Ah, I see, so it was Bill who caught you. Now that I think about it, it does make sense. He's got a type advantage over you."

"We're getting off topic. What were you going to say about Dean and Langdon? They're not dead are they?"

David shook his head and then hung it between his knees. Dameon had a gut feeling that he was going to hear something he wouldn't like.

"Black, who do you think is the one that ordered Bill to bring you here?" David asked.

"Dave, don't tell me that Dean…" Dameon said, dreading the answer.

David was about to open his mouth to reply, but was cut off after the doors to the cell block opened. The lights were off which concealed the man before them from sight. David's fists were shaking with unbridled fury as he glared at the figure in front of their cells. If looks could kill, the man in front of them would be in the lowest level of Hell. Dameon could see the glares that David and the girl in the neighboring cell were giving the man and could tell they had multiple encounters with him.

The man was dragging someone else into the room. The person that the man was dragging was a girl that looked no older than 17. She had long black hair that went down to the middle of her back and a red bow was tied at the end of it. She had some stray bangs going across her forehead and ending at her eyes. Some other stands fell down over her chest. She had blood red eyes and creamy colored skin with a slender physique. The clothes that she wore were a little scanty to Dameon, David and Michka.

The girl was wearing a short cut red tank top that stopped just above her navel, black shorts, black combat boots and black gloves. David and Michka remembered seeing her briefly a week ago when she was first brought here. When she didn't come back they figured she died, but here she was struggling fiercely against the significantly taller man. The man didn't flinch and paid no heed to the vulgar insults leaving the girl's mouth.

"Put me down you lanky fuck! I swear to God I'll kick your ass!" The girl shouted.

The man said nothing as he opened the door to her cell. He gave a strong heave and tossed her into the cell like a ragdoll. The girl hit the wall with a hard thud and fell on her hands and knees. The hit quickly made the girl shut up from having the wind knocked out of her. Closing the door, the man turned to look at Dameon, Michka and David. At first he said nothing, but then he spoke.

"David, Michka, good to see you both again." The man greeted.

"I wish I could say the same." David hissed.

"Always the spiteful one aren't you, David?"

"I aim to please."

"Regardless, I'm not here to chitchat for now. I just came to see if Bill pulled off his mission and I can see that he was successful."

Dameon glared at the man through the bars and gripped onto them, only to pull them off after a strong shock hit him. The man in front of him lit a cigarette and the lighter briefly revealed his eyes. Dameon's eyes widened in horror and his body went rigid. He shook his head in disbelief. There was no way could the man before him could be the one that put the capture order on him. The man puffed out some smoke and Dameon could almost see the smirk spreading across his face.

"Surprised to see me, Dameon?" The man asked.

"Why? Why did you send those men after me? Why did you have Bill kill Chelsea?" Dameon demanded.

"Because I needed results and according to Bill's report, I am more than satisfied with them."

The lights switched on to reveal the man in all of his glory. He was wearing dark brown boots, multicam trousers, and a dark blue combat shirt underneath a brown duster. Dameon was face to face with his former teammate, Langdon Gardner. Now he could see why David looked so furious and betrayed when he asked him about Dean and Langdon earlier.

"I have to say that I was quite surprised to see that the A-Gene actually activated from its dormant state." Langdon said.

"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you, Langdon. When I get out of here, I'm going to rip you to shreds!" Dameon sneered as he tried to reach through the bars, only to be hit with powerful volts of electricity.

"Are you sure about that, Dameon? As far as I'm concerned, I've got more control over my powers and I could crush you with just the snap of my fingers. You, on the other hand, have yet to truly figure out how your powers work. Your powers activated on rage because of the situation Bill put you in, but you have no idea how to use them."

"It doesn't matter. I'll figure out how to use them and when I do, I'm coming for you."

"Really? Well then if you're so eager to kill me, then allow me to give you a taste of what I'm capable of."

Dameon continued glaring at his former Captain and was startled when his eyes began to glow blue. Langdon raised his outstretched palm and began raising it slowly. Dameon's body froze and he was hovering in the air. He began to bare his teeth in pain from the painful constriction of the telekinetic force.

Langdon's hand formed a fist and Dameon's bones gave a loud crack. Dameon gave a loud cry of pain as he felt the sheer power of the attack. Langdon then flicked his index finger and launched Dameon into the wall of his cell. The force of the hit created a small hole in the wall, causing some of the tile and clay to fall to the floor with him.

Dameon sputtered as he tried to recuperate from the attack and spat out a glob of blood. Langdon's eyes reverted back to their cold onyx black color and his face was replaced with a cold glare. He turned his hand upside-down and beckoned towards himself with his index finger. Dameon was dragged to the bars and stopped at Langdon's feet.

"I was never fond of that headstrong attitude of yours, Dameon. So you can picture the joy I take in proving you wrong right now," Langdon said, puffing out smoke.

"What do you get out of this, Langdon? Why help the government when they're hunting us down?" David asked.

"Unlike you, I still serve my government and will comply with the orders I receive. Now I suggest you sit tight because it'll only get worse from here on in for all of you."

"You've stooped low, Langdon. Still following orders like a mindless attack dog from people who will do nothing but stab you in the back when they're through with you." Dameon said.

Langdon crouched down in front of Dameon to look him in the eye. His cold onyx eyes bore into Dameon and it was as if he was looking at his soul. He pulled out his cigarette and blew a stream of smoke into Dameon's face. Dameon's eyes flickered from the stinging sensation it brought.

"Don't forget, Dameon. I'm no fool and I've already got my plans laid out should that happen. Now who are you to tell me that I sank lower than dirt? From what I can tell, you're just a pathetic shell of your former self." Langdon said.

"I'll tell you who I am, Langdon," Dameon coughed, standing up gingerly. "I'm the guy you never want to see again. Because I'll get out of here, trust me. The next time we meet, I'll be there to kill you." Dameon declared.

"All talk."

"Whatever gets you through the night."

Langdon shook his head and turned on his heel. He departed the block and the doors closed shut behind him before locking up. Dameon was filled with nothing but hatred towards Langdon now and he wanted nothing more than to break out of his cell and kill him. If they stayed here they were dead and if they escaped they could at least die trying. In his mind, dying to accomplish something was more appealing than rotting in the cell.

"Wow, you've either got giant balls or you're just plain crazy." The new girl said, peering between the bars.

"Who are you?" David asked the girl.

"The name's Rein Yukimura," Rein grinned. "What about you, sexy?"

"David Montes and while I appreciate the compliment, I'm out of your league."

"You can't be that old."

"I'm 26."

"Well, shit."

Michka was growing a little irritated by the casual conversation and began to tone them out. Her eyes glanced to Dameon and she could see him in deep thought about something. Deciding that now would be a good time to introduce herself, she walked back over to the bars dividing their cells. She cleared her throat and managed to acquire his attention. He walked over to her with his arms crossed.

"So you're name is Dameon Blackburn, huh?" Michka asked.

"That's right," Dameon said with a nod. "I didn't catch your name, so forgive me if I paid you no attention until now."

"It's okay, you were grieving and that's a valid excuse."

Dameon's head lowered at the mention of his mourning of Chelsea. He heard David say that it wasn't his fault for what happened, but deep in the back of his mind, he knew that it was his fault. If he agreed to Bill's request, Chelsea would probably still be alive. Michka mentally berated herself for bringing up the cause of his sorrow so quickly and decided to apologize.

"Damn-it, I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I didn't mean to bring that up, Dameon." Michka said, trying to make amends.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean to do that." Dameon replied.

"So what do you think?"

"What?"

"How do you plan on getting out of here?"

Dameon glanced around and was stunned when there was only one security camera and it was focused directly on the overhead of the door to the halls. He did another quick scan to see if there were any more cameras hiding, but found none outside of the one he saw earlier. He held up a finger to Michka to request her to wait for a minute. Dameon walked over to David's cell to speak with him.

"Dave, what do you know about the security detail around the sector here?" Dameon asked.

"They have a security change every two hours and they usually have a ten minute patrol loop of the halls and the cell block here. I know there's a security change coming up in half an hour." David said.

"What about that camera there? Does it record audio as well or is it a silent feed to the room that monitors the cameras?"

"Now that I don't know, but I'd assume it would record sound. What are you planning, Black?"

Dameon glanced back at Michka then over to Rein's cell. Both of them were listening intently to his conversation with David. He turned back to David and lowered his voice so only he could hear him.

"I'm going to bust out of here, Dave. We're going home." Dameon whispered.

"How do you plan to do that?" David asked, raising an eyebrow. "Those guards usually travel in pairs and I know that when they come in the cell block here they usually just check to see if we're still breathing. Plus, the collars on our necks prevent us from communicating with our Pokemon and using our powers."

"I have an idea, but I need to ask you something first."

"Go ahead."

"Alright, Dave, you know that my state of mind was fucked up after that mission two years back. Now, I'm asking you as my teammate, do you still trust me?"

"Oh yeah, bro."

"Good, because this plan I have will work. Although we're going to need some help from our fellow inmates here."

David nodded in agreement and motioned for Michka and Rein to get within range to hear Dameon's plan. Dameon turned to Michka and Rein and crossed his arms.

"I've got a plan to get us out of here, but I'm going to need everyone's help." Dameon said.

"Well spit it out, I'm itching to give some payback to those assholes!" Rein encouraged.

"You've got my attention, Dameon. What are you thinking?" Michka replied.

"Alright, this is what we'll do…"

A half hour had passed and David knew that the guards would be coming to check on them shortly. Their plan was solid and easy, but it could easily go south if there was one wrong move. Dameon told Michka and Rein to act as they would from being locked up and he told David to spot him for the right moment to strike. Dameon was lying on the ground and managed to smear a decent amount of blood on the floor by using a piece of jagged tile from the wall after he crashed into it. He cut his hands up as deep as he could to force blood to come out so he could make it look convincing. David peered around the corner and could see two figures making their way towards the door.

"Showtime, Black." David whispered.

Dameon nodded and rested his head on the ground and started to use his breathing techniques to prevent his back from moving as much as he could. The doors opened up and David sat down in the center of his cell, keeping his eyes on Dameon to give him the signal to strike. The guards inspected each of them but stopped when they saw Dameon lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. The guards opened the door and crept inside to check his vitals.

"Check him," Said the taller one.

"Why don't you check him?" The other retorted.

"I outrank you, besides, that collar on his neck will prevent him from using his powers and you have a rifle. I'm sure you'll be fine."

The shorter guard grumbled something as he walked over to Dameon and prodded him with his rifle. When he didn't get a response, he squatted down and moved his hand to flick him in the eye. David knew that it was the best time to give the signal and began to snap his fingers in a tic tock beat. This distracted the taller guard and he gave him a smirk.

"What's up, Gigantor?" David greeted.

With one of the guards having their attention on Dameon, it prevented him from keeping security on his comrade. The shorter guard flicked Dameon in the eye and dropped his guard in surprise when Dameon's eyes snapped open. He had no time to react as Dameon grabbed the barrel of the gun and gave a fierce tug, pulling it free.

Dameon brought the gun back and struck it against the soldier's skull, knocking him out cold. The taller guard turned around after hearing the scuffle and went to raise his rifle to fire. Dameon proved to be faster than him as he used the rifle to knock the rifle out of the other soldier's hands by smashing it against his wrists.

The soldier gave a cry of pain but was silenced when Dameon pressed his forearm against the man's neck and reached for his sidearm. Dameon looted the pistol from the man, buried the barrel in his stomach and squeezed off one shot. The shot was muffled, but it was still loud enough to be heard.

"Damn, Black, you still got the moves." David complimented.

"Thanks, but we need to get moving, somebody probably heard that shot. We don't want to run into a QRF." Dameon replied.

"Aw man, you fucked him uuuuup." Rein whistled.

Dameon picked up the two rifles and tucked the pistol in his pants so he could open the doors. He opened David's cell first and tossed him a rifle and then walked over to Rein's cell. Her cell opened and she burst out of the iron chamber and began to crack her knuckles and a sinister smirk spread across her face.

Dameon could tell that even though this girl was young, she was not someone you would want to anger. He hurried over to Michka's cell and the gate opened after he pushed the button. Michka waltzed out and stretched her arms out over her head. Dameon pulled out the pistol and handed it to Michka.

"You know how to use one of these?" Dameon asked.

Michka took the gun, released the magazine, pulled on the barrel to release the bullet loaded in the chamber. She placed the bullet back in the magazine, loaded it and cocked it, placing the bullet back in the chamber.

"Yeah, not that hard." Michka smirked.

Dameon nodded and crept over to the door, staying out of the camera's sight. He reached up and yanked down on the wires, disabling the footage. Turning back to David, Michka and Rein, he motioned for them to huddle up for a second.

"Alright, this is how we'll do this. When we leave this room, Dave and I will be the main support and firing force. Do as we do and move as we move and you'll get through this." Dameon informed.

"I want to crack some skulls!" Rein objected.

"You'll get your chance, Rein, but dying isn't going to help you with that."

Rein huffed and crossed her arms, not happy with what Dameon told her. However, that didn't mean she could still inflict some form of harm to any stragglers when the opportunity came.

"Black, we'll need to get these collars off first if we want to have a fighting chance. I know that they have a power generator in a room a couple halls down. If we take that out we can disable the collars long enough to break them." David said.

"Then that's where we're going first," Dameon nodded, loading a fresh magazine. "Everybody ready?"

Dameon received a nod from all of his companions and had David stand on the opposite side of the door.

"Here comes the pain, bitches!" Rein cackled.

Dameon and David broke off the wall and raised their rifles to shoot the first target in sight. The doors burst open and the four A-Gene wielders stormed into the hall. As soon as they did that, an alarm sounded.

"Security breach in Delta-Sector, section Alpha, all security personnel to the cell blocks at once." An automated voice announced.

"So much for stealth," David sighed, shaking his head.

Thunderous footsteps echoed around the halls as the security began to swarm on their location. Turning to his left, Dameon could see as many as ten men with automatic weapons ready to fire. He growled in frustration and aimed his rifle to provide a base of fire.

"Shit," Dameon said, as he pulled on the trigger.

Well that's the chapter guys, I hope you enjoyed it, despite the long narration at areas. However, that's what helps tell a story. Anyway, this was the first part of the breakout obviously, and shit will go down in the next chapter. Now, I didn't want to do this, but I have to do it now. Since I haven't been receiving any more submissions... I'm willing to take duplicates. That means everyone can send in one more OC if they want to. I still need some bad guys, but below here I have a list of the Pokemon types that are in the story so far.

So keep in mind that I still need some bad guys and I also strongly recommend that you submit a character to a type that has no submissions yet. So look at the list below here under the story shoutouts. So until next time guys, good hunting. Later. -CaptainPrice

OCs Introduced:

Reinforce Yukimura (Silverdragon98)

Story Shoutouts: 9/13/12

"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.

"Elementals" by zombicidal-maniac: Elementals... humans that can use the abilities just like a Pokemon. Hunted by the government, they live in hiding. But as the world starts falling apart, they might just be the only ones who can stop it.

Grass-0

Fire-1

Water-0

Electric-3 (No more electric types are being taken.)

Flying-0

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-0

Dragon-0

Bug-1

Fighting-1

Rock-1

Ground-2

Steel-1

Ghost-2

Ice-1

Psychic-1

Normal-1