What's going on everybody? I'm finally back with a new chapter here after a month since the last update. It's a long chapter so that's the plus side, but the downside is that it's a flashback chapter to give backstory on a character and it may be the last chapter you'll see for a while unless I can get one more pumped out before June 30th. Now let's get to it! This chapter is very historical and quite violent, so I hope you'll enjoy it.

Warning: language and violence present.

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

Italics-Thoughts/Letters/Flashbacks

Bold Italics- Thoughts/Radio Responses

Dameon, Michka, David and Rein were now leaving Kansas with three new members to their group. They left the remains of Dean's bar behind after he granted Jess a quick death after her mind was reduced to nothing, courtesy of Langdon. Where they were going they did not know, but it was better than waiting to be caught. Dean was following Dameon in his truck as they drove through the Kansas plains and was still having trouble coming to terms with what happened back at his bar.

Dean rested his head on his hand as he continued to drive after Dameon. Katherine was riding in the passenger seat and Roland was sitting in the backseat with his arms crossed. His mind drifted back to the information he managed to extract from Jess and was surprised after finding out that Langdon was the one who ordered his capture. He shook his head and glanced at the radio he kept in his truck. He picked up the transmitter and clicked down to contact Dameon's car.

"So, Roland, you're like us?" Katherine asked.

"I am an A-Gene wielder," Roland replied with a nod.

"So, what's your story then? How did you get your powers?"

"Yeah, what Pokémon did you interact with to unlock it?" Dean asked.

"It's a long story," Roland said with a shrug.

"We've got time."

Roland was quiet for a minute but then decided to humor Dean and Katherine's request.

"Well, you both know that I am a Ghost-type," Roland began, "but let me ask you something. How old do you think I am?"

"You look like you're about forty," Katherine replied as she turned to look back at him.

"Good guess, but that's incorrect."

"Then how old are you?"

"What if I told you that I'm almost two hundred years old?"

The truck gave a jerk as Dean almost lost control after he heard Roland's response. Two hundred years old? He and Katherine looked at each other before glancing back at Roland. Roland looked between the two of them and shook his head with a chuckle. He knew that most A-Gene users had a normal lifespan as all humans, but Ghost-types had the luxury of living a lot longer.

"How the hell is that possible?" Katherine asked.

"Like I said earlier, it's a long story," Roland said with a sigh.

"Oh no, you're telling us everything. When were you born?"

"I was born on May 3rd, 1824. You're currently addressing a former Civil War Confederate Officer."

"Jesus Christ, you're ancient."

"Thank you. Now, in order to explain how I unlocked the A-Gene, you'll have to endure a history lesson. Can you deal with that or is that too much for you?"

"I love history, so start talking."

"Very well. This was back during the Civil War when this happened, July of 1863."

Flashback

July 2nd, 1863

Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

Confederate Army

Lt. Roland Winchester, Cavalry Corps

Roland had been ordered to take a small reconnaissance from his unit in the Cavalry Corps to help in the capture of the hill, Little Round Top. He would be moving with the 15th Alabama Regiment along the far right flank in order to find the Union left flank and then overrun it. Roland would be under the command of Colonel William Oaters for this mission and assist the regiment by providing fire support as sharpshooters. He had twenty men under his command to form the sharpshooting team. Arriving at the 15th Alabama's position, Roland had his men dismount their horses and tie them to the trees.

"We'll be traveling lightly for this. Anything that can kill is all you will need. Make sure your canteens are filled as well," Roland said to his men.

"Yes, sir!" The men chorused.

Roland had his carbine ready and shouldered his bag and canteen. He attached his saber to his hip and secured his pistol on his right leg. Doing one final check, he nodded to himself and went to find Colonel Oates. He found the young Colonel observing the hill and he appeared to be lost in his thoughts, no doubt on the disadvantage they had.

"Colonel Oates, my men and I are ready for your order," Roland said.

"Well done, Lieutenant Winchester. Our assault will begin shortly," Oates answered.

"Where do you want my men, sir?"

"Your unit is small and more agile than mine, so you can gain ground quicker. Your job is to provide fire support for my men as we assault the left flank. Pick off any stragglers you can see and watch your fire."

"Yes, sir!"

Roland saluted Oates and was dismissed to deliver the orders to his men. He found his senior NCO had his men gathered in a circle and praying. He let a small smile grace his lips and got into the session just before it ended.

"You all know by now that we are providing fire support for Colonel Oates' unit. Our job is to gain ground quickly because of our small size and serve as a distraction until his men reach us," Roland informed as he pulled out his sabre and pointed to the ground. "When his men reach us, we will cease fire and operate as snipers to pick off any stragglers. Shoot at what you can hit."

"Sir, what is our enemy's strength?" A soldier asked.

"From our intelligence, we should have a considerable amount but nothing that we should not be able to handle."

The soldier nodded and looked up the hill that was blocked out from all the trees. Now that his men knew the plan, Roland just had to wait for the horn to sound to begin the movement. He took his men to the front of the infantry unit and had them spread out to avoid clustering together and creating useless casualties. Roland glanced up at the hill and felt his hand shaking as he wondered about the enemy's opposition. He was afraid of their position on the high ground, but was even more worried about the intelligence they gathered about the enemy numbers. How soon could they have reinforcements if they needed them? He kneeled on the ground after crossing himself and decided to say one last prayer.

"Lord, please watch over me and my men during this battle. Give us the strength we need to succeed," Roland whispered.

He stood up and slung his rifle before resting his hand on his saber. He drew the razor sharp blade from its sheath when he noticed the men were getting ready to move. It was now time for the battle to begin. As Roland waited for the horn to sound, his eyes caught a glimpse of a mysterious looking creature. The creature had a purple body, red eyes and a large wicked grin. These creatures weren't uncommon as he had seen many different kinds before, but the one before him made him feel uneasy with the sinister look it had.

"What in heaven's name?" Roland wondered as he looked into the red eyes.

The creature looked at him and pointed at him, keeping the ominous grin on its face. Its eyes glowed for a brief moment before it dragged its finger under its smile, as if it was cutting a throat. The creature cackled madly as it sunk into the ground and out of sight, all the while keeping its eyes locked with his. Roland felt a shiver go down his spine as the malevolent spirit disappeared.

"Just what the devil was that?" Roland muttered.

Roland was broken from his thoughts as the trumpet sounded from behind him. He shook his and raised his saber and pointed it at the hill. He glanced to his sides to see that his men were waiting for his order to move. Still a little shaken with the creature he had witnessed a moment ago, Roland almost struggled to get the order out.

"Forward!" Roland sounded.

Roland started to move up the hill with a fast march and his men followed him on either side. He started to pick up the pace as he traversed up the hill a little more and his march soon turned into a charge. His men had their muskets ready with their first bullet chambered for immediate fire. They kept on climbing higher and higher as Roland continued moving. Just as he was about to reach a small patch of level ground, Roland saw a transparent figure appear in front of him. It was the same creature from earlier and he stopped dead in surprise. The creature cackled again and flew straight at him. His reflexes kicked in and he gave a slice with his sabre. The figure vanished and his blade met nothing but air.

Roland rubbed his eyes for a second as he shook his head to try and calm down. He was starting to wonder if his anxiousness had his mind playing tricks on him. While Roland was busy trying to calm himself down, he failed to notice that he was now within range of the Union's left flank. A shot rang out and Roland heard a whistle go by his head and then a snap as a bullet hit the tree directly beside him. Snapping out of his trance, Roland waved his sword and his men took defensive positions behind some nearby trees.

"Three men will fire at a time! We need to hold out long enough for the infantry to get here!" Roland yelled.

Roland sheathed his saber and aimed his rifle up the hill to find the first man he could. His eyes landed on an NCO that was directing me to get to cover and hold the flank. He lined up his shot, took a deep breath and exhaled before pulling the trigger. Bang! His shot hit the unsuspecting man and he fell to the ground in a heap. He rummaged around in his bag for his next ball and chambered it in. While he was reloading, he kept glancing back down the hill to see if Oates' men were getting close. There was still no sign of them and he cursed under his breath. More rifle cracks sounded as his men continued firing at the Union soldiers that was accompanied by a few screams.

Peering around his tree, Roland could see more Union soldiers amassing in front of them. He shook his head and aimed his rifle once again to take another shot. Before he squeezed the trigger, he felt a presence behind him and froze. Another tingle went down his spine as he slowly glanced over his shoulder to see who was behind him. He came face to face with the creature from earlier and its red eyes bore into him. The creature grinned broadly again and gave another mad cackle. Roland spun around and drew his pistol quickly to fire, but the creature vanished again. This time when the creature vanished, he thought he heard it say something. It sounded like a name of some sort. Gengar, was it?

Another crunch met Roland's ear as more bark was blasted off the tree he was hiding behind from another bullet. He looked back up at the hill and could see a couple officers conversing and giving orders. If he could take down some of the key leaders, maybe they would be able to lower the enemy morale.

"Keep shooting!" Roland yelled as he aimed again.

He lined his next shot up and fired at an officer that made his way into his sight. His rifle fired and his bullet went soaring at the man. Roland saw his shot kick up powder from under the officer's armpit. He began to reload again and now heard a new sound. Thundering footsteps were heard coming from behind, signaling the arrival of Oates' infantry unit as they pushed their way up the hill and began firing at the Union soldiers. Hundreds of shots were now whizzing back and forth between both sides and men began to drop one by one. Roland fired another round and hit his target in the chest. He sat behind his tree to reload again and to check up on his men and Oates' infantry.

Roland's unit had taken a few casualties as some of his men were killed and leaving him with fifteen instead of the twenty he had earlier. Oates' men were dropping really quick because of the high ground disadvantage. Roland growled and finished reloading his rifle once again to fire. Now that the infantry was in position and had managed to push their way up the hill and past Roland's position, he was feeling more comfortable. He found his next target that was currently aiming at one of his men. Roland aimed quickly and fired his shot, hitting the man in the neck. Before Roland ducked back behind cover, he fell back after a bullet hit him. It went straight through the top of his cavalry hat.

His narrow escape made him dive for cover behind the tree. He calmed down and started to reload his weapon again. Roland heard the horn blare as the infantry got to their feet and started to charge up the hill in order to swarm the enemy. The tactic proved to be pointless as more shots rang out and one by one, more Confederate soldiers were being killed. The bodies started to pile on the hill and smoke from rifles filled the area. The attack itself was proving to be almost futile after it had been waging for over an hour. Oates would have his men charge up the hill, fall back and then swarm them again after regrouping. This tactic put Roland's men at risk and created a few more casualties as he and his men continued to provide fire support against them. Roland was running low on ammunition and knew his men were on their last rounds as well.

"This is not good. We'll have to fall back and regroup," Roland muttered.

Oates' men had charged the hill again and were up close and personal with the Union soldiers as they clashed with their sabers and rifles. The only solace that Roland had taken by this time was the fact that the Union men had low ammunition throughout the fight and were more than likely on their last rounds as well.

"We can still win this if we have some reinforcements. Did Oates send a runner?" Roland thought as he fired another shot.

"Fall back!" An NCO shouted as he led the troops back down the hill again.

Roland looked at his men and saw them starting to bound back, obviously out of ammunition. He too was on his last round and planned to fire it at the first officer he saw in some hopes to disrupt the enemy morale. He peered around the tree and saw a Union lieutenant giving orders to a mass of men in front of him. Taking the chance, he lined up the shot and fired. He watched with satisfaction as the lieutenant sunk to his knees and then fell to the ground after his shot struck him in the back.

"Fall back to the horses, we've done our job!" Roland ordered his remaining men, waving them down the hill.

"Yes, sir!" His men chorused.

Roland pulled out his pistol and was thankful he spared the ammunition for it. When they bounded back, it was likely they would be pursued by the enemy and having a weapon for a quick shot was what he wanted. He got out from his tree and waved his saber down the hill, ordering his men to move quickly. When the last man went by him, Roland prepared to run but heard one yell from a Union officer further up the hill that made him almost stop dead.

"Bayonets!" The officer yelled.

"Damn-it all!" Roland muttered as he started to run.

Roland caught up with his men and waved his sword again, making them sprint down the hill. He had to get his men out of there and back to their Cavalry Unit. He and his men reached the bottom of the hill and hurried to their horses with the thunderous roar of feet not too far behind them. Roland mounted his horse with his sword drawn and gripped the reins tightly as he waited for his men to mount. He was not going to leave any more men behind that he already had. Once his final soldier was mounted, he pointed his blade back towards the area they rode in.

"Retreat! We're returning to the cavalry!" Roland ordered.

Roland did a quick headcount and saw he still had thirteen men, just barely half of what he came with. His men galloped by him and he waited until they were all in front to ensure he would be the last one to leave. Roland's spurs tapped his horse and got it to speed up with ease. He knew that they left some horses behind that belonged to his dead men and was praying that the enemy wouldn't use them to give pursuit.

Shots rang out through the field and gathered Roland's attention. He glanced to his right and saw some smoke coming from the tree line. They were being ambushed by a scout group. More shots whizzed by and this time, the aim was true. Roland could only watch as four of his men were shot from their horses and fell to the ground.

"Keep moving!" Roland ordered.

Roland felt something small and hard strike him in his side and his leg. His body went rigid and he slumped forward on his horse as it continued to gallop. He tried to hold his grip but was feeling incredibly weak after the bullets had hit him. He slipped off of the saddle and hit the ground hard. Roland grunted as he bounced on the ground and rolled a few feet before coming to a stop in some tall grass. He could feel the blood soaking his uniform and staining the ground he lay on. He rested his hand on his side and looked at it to find it was stained with blood.

"Damn-it," Roland muttered as he put pressure on his side.

Roland managed to grip his pistol and cocked it as he waited for any Union soldiers to come check them. His vision was growing dark as he tried to focus on his surroundings and he knew that death was coming for him. He thought he could hear the voices of the Union soldiers drawing closer, but he no longer had the strength to fight back. He dropped his pistol on the ground and fell to his back as his vision began to fade.

A sinister cackle met his ears and he felt his anxiety increase as he heard the laughter of the creature that had been tormenting him all day. Turning his head, he could see the purple creature standing beside him with his menacing grin wider than ever. Roland tried to use the remaining strength he had to crawl away from the evil spirit, but found he had none to use. The chuckled and began dancing around his body in an eerie fashion, all the while chanting a name.

"Gengar," it said again as it continued its dance.

"Be gone with you!" Roland shouted as he swiped at the creature.

His hand went straight through the spirit's body and that added a whole new level of fear as he looked at the creature's red eyes. As he looked into the eyes, he saw nothing but the depths of Hell looking back at him. His throat was dry as he wondered what he was dealing with.

"Is this a devil getting ready to take me to Hell?" Roland thought as fear filled his being.

"Gengar," Gengar said as it raised its hand and prepared to touch him.

Roland tried to move but found it impossible. As he lay there waiting to be touched, he slowly grew to accept his upcoming death. If he was going to Hell, so be it. His eyes closed the second the creature, now known as Gengar, touched his head and darkness took him.

Roland sat up with a start and immediately winced in pain as his wounds gave a painful throb. He looked around and saw that the sun was setting. What he could not understand was how he survived the shots from earlier. He was hit fatally and there was no way he could have survived it. He looked down at his injuries and observed once again and was shocked to see that his wounds were sealed up and his skin was bruised and left with nothing but a scar.

"What is going on? How did I survive that?" Roland wondered.

"You're welcome, lieutenant," a voice cackled from the back of his head.

Roland's eyes snapped open and he looked around wildly. That voice was the same one as that Gengar that was taunting him before he lost consciousness. He heard the laugh once again and was feeling very uneasy.

"Who are you?" Roland thought.

"I'm the one that saved your insignificant life. In return, all I ask is for some form of company," Gengar replied.

"Get out of me you little devil! I have no intention of you haunting me any longer!"

"Devil? Well, that's a new one and you misunderstand. All I want is a little company and to have some fun to occupy my boredom. I find that to be quite the fair exchange after I saved your life."

"Who says I wanted saving?"

"Good point, but judging by the way you were acting after you got shot, I would say you were terrified."

"I was ready for death to take me. The only reason why I was terrified was because you were haunting me throughout the day and then taunting me as I lay dying!"

"I prefer to think of it as my sense of humor that you witnessed. I am a little… different in terms of one."

"Why me of all people?"

"I'm not sure. You just seem interesting, so I thought I would tag along with you for a while."

Roland tuned out Gengar's voice and stood up gingerly. He still had his weapons and that eased his anxiety a little bit. Roland tried to take a step but almost fell over in pain. He was still feeling the after effects of his wounds and would be hindered to moving. Roland planted the butt of his rifle into the ground and used it as a walking stick to start his movement back to his unit's campsite, all the while trying to block out Gengar's laughter and disturbing singing.

"Corpses rotting in the field, ha, ha, hahahaha," Gengar chanted.

"Be quiet you sick bastard," Roland muttered.

Roland stumbled into the campsite hours later and was greeted by shocked soldiers. He could not blame them for being surprised as they most likely assumed he was killed after getting shot by the scout unit. Some men came over to him and started to help him over to the medical tent.

"Sir, we thought you were dead," said one.

"Those Union scouts did a poor job," Roland grunted back.

"Sir, you were shot twice, you shouldn't be alive right now," said the other soldier.

"Well I'm back and I'm ready to fight."

"Sir, you need to rest. You are in no condition to lead."

"Wait until dawn and I'll be healthy as a horse."

The soldiers did not respond to Roland's words as if they were concerned about his sanity. Roland had to keep quiet about seeing Gengar and now possibly being a vessel for the sinister spirit. They entered the tent and rested Roland on the cot to be tended to by the medics. The soldiers gave a salute before leaving the tent and the medics hurried over to Roland to start dressing his wounds. The medics began to check wounds Roland had sustained but were stunned when they found his wounds were healed, leaving nothing but scars and bruises.

"Sir, weren't you shot?" The medic asked.

"No, the bullet just missed me," Roland replied.

"Sir, you have an exit wound from both injuries. You were shot."

"What's your point?"

"How are you alive and how are you still able to move? I mean no ill words, but you should be dead."

"The lord was with me today."

"It would seem so, sir."

"So when can I expect to return to the field?"

"Well, you may be able to return to combat tomorrow."

"Good."

The medics left Roland after dressing his wounds to let him rest. He leaned back in his cot and looked up at the roof of the tent. He could still hear some distant cracks of rifles and was thankful that he was able to get away. Roland closed his eyes and interlocked his fingers as he planned to thank God for helping him.

"Heavenly father, thank you for watching over me and my men today. I am forever grateful for you sparing my life and I pray that you are watching over my men that perished today," Roland whispered. "Please give me and my men the strength to prevail tomorrow in our battle. Watch over us and the entirety of the Confederate Army."

"Heh, interesting, you pray to a mythical entity that doesn't exist," Gengar said with a laugh.

"He watched over me and kept me alive."

"Wrong again, lieutenant. The only reason why you are alive is because I healed your body after entering it."

"Bullshit."

"The truth hurts, doesn't it? Just wait until tomorrow. Something tells me your so called God will fail you."

With that, Gengar's voice vanished and Roland was left to his thoughts.

Roland was mounted on his horse and standing centered in front of his platoon. They would now be assaulting the Union line on Cemetary Ridge. General Lee put General Longstreet in charge of Lieutenant Pickett's Virginia Division. Roland and his platoon were to provide support once again for the charge to the ridge. He had talked briefly with General Longstreet that morning after returning to the line to fight again, despite being wounded. Roland saw that Longstreet looked distracted and uncertain about the attack that would be taking place. As much as he wanted to ask if he was troubled, he decided against it.

"Men, prepare for battle," Roland said as he paced up and down his platoon, "today is the day we win this battle! General Lee's plan will guarantee our victory!"

Roland smiled at his men after getting a loud cheer from them after his morale boosting words. He returned to the center and turned his horse around to face the front. He looked at the canons that were being loaded and knew the battle would start the second the artillery bombardment started hitting the Union line. They would not begin the assault until the artillery had hit the Union line hard and by the time the infantry reached the ridge, the Union should have sustained heavy casualties. Roland watched as the canon crews began to light the canons and looked off in the distance.

A loud series of booms filled the area as the first round of cannons fired at the Union line. A thick cloud of smoke began to spread around the area as the canons continued to be fired. The bombardment continued for a long time and eventually ceased as the ammunition for the cannons ran low. The horn sounded and the 12,000 plus men began to make their way across the large open field. Lieutenant Pickett started to march the division through the field and to the ridge. Roland and his platoon were following behind the infantry as they marched to the ridge. The division had not received any form of resistance as they advanced across the field.

"That's strange," Roland muttered, "did that artillery bombardment do that much damage?"

His words came too soon as loud booms filled the area and dirt was being kicked up all over the field. Roland turned to the source and could see clouds of smoke way off on the ridgeline. He felt his stomach drop and started to put the pieces together as to what was happening.

"They saved their artillery until we were within sight," Roland muttered. "We're going to get torn apart!"

More cannon balls crashed in front of the infantry, this time striking many men and dropping them to the ground. Screams of pain filled the air as the men writhed on the ground in agony. Roland gripped the reins of his horse tightly and drew his blade. He watched as his men mimicked his actions and began to follow him as he led the platoon around the infantry and started to gallop to the ridge. Their job as a distraction had begun and Roland was going to be sure carried it out.

"We'll run along the ridge and draw their fire! Let's move!" Roland shouted as he tapped his spurs on his horse.

Roland and his men broke apart into smaller groups to avoid clustering together. More cannon balls soared around them and continued to strike the infantry. Roland pointed his sword at the ridge that was now within range of their rifles and his men began firing while they ran along. Their shooting managed to get a new response from the Union troops as their riflemen began firing their muskets. Some of the bullets hit Roland's platoon and killed some of his men as they got hit.

"Go back around the infantry to reload and we'll make another pass!" Roland yelled as he led his horse back to the infantry.

Roland and his men managed to get behind the infantry and ran down the line as their weapons reloaded. Reaching the end of the line, the platoon moved around the infantry and galloped back to the ridge to fire at the Union again. Running down the ridge, Roland and his men were once again fired at by the Union riflemen and then more cannons fired another barrage of artillery. Roland was going to repeat the same tactic he set up earlier and got his men to follow him back to the infantry. As they came back around and started to charge along the ridge, another wave of bullets and cannon balls hit the area around them.

"Spread out! Spread out!" Roland yelled as he waved his sword from side to side.

Boom! A cannon ball hit the ground right in front of Roland's horse and tripped it. The horse fell to the ground and Roland lost his grip as he rolled across the rocky ground. The last thing Roland saw were his men continuing down the ridge.

"Oh dear, we are in trouble, aren't we?" Gengar chortled.

"Be quiet!" Roland snapped back.

"Do you still believe in your so called God?"

"I always have and I always will."

"I think you might change your opinion when you wake up."

"What do you mean?"

"You've been out for a while now and your comrades are fighting at the ridge. They're getting pretty torn up."

Roland's eyes snapped open and he pushed himself off the ground. His ears were ringing and he was disoriented after trying to figure out what was going on. His eyes scanned the field and he found both Union and Confederate soldiers were locked in close quarter battle. When he looked behind him, he found countless bodies of Confederate soldiers leading all the way back to where they came from after the artillery bombardment.

"What's going on? Where's Lieutenant Pickett?" Roland wondered.

"Your friend is dead. He's just over the stone wall there near the cannons," Gengar cackled.

"Be quiet!"

"Now do you believe in God? You prayed for him to give you and your friends strength to win, yet you are all being killed left and right."

"This battle is not done!"

"From the way I see it, it is. Face it, your general failed you, your comrades are dead, and unless you let me help you now, you'll be dead too."

"Get out of my head and be gone!"

"There you go, give in to the anger! Give me the strength I need to get you out of here in one piece!"

Roland's fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he curled up on the ground and screamed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he felt as though something was trying to take over.

"Take a rest, lieutenant. I'm bored and I want to have some fun," Gengar said with a chuckle.

Gengar cackled again after successfully taking over Roland's body. Roland's grey eyes were consumed and replaced by Gengar's blood red eyes. His mouth opened wide and a large wicked grin displayed his teeth which now showed elongated canines. Gengar looked toward the wall and drew Roland's pistol and then tightly gripped the sabre in his left hand. He ran to the wall and hopped over it as he searched for his first target.

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the Gengar bite," Gengar said with laugh.

He lunged at two Union soldiers that just noticed him and had a wicked grin on his face. Gengar quickly aimed the pistol and fired at the first soldier before spinning around and giving a slash with the sabre. The shot hit the soldier in the chest and he fell to the ground in a heap while the slash raked across the other soldier's stomach. He pulled the sword over his head and plunged it deep into the soldier's back and smirked as he heard the scream of pain. Gengar aimed the pistol and fired at another soldier, hitting him in the ribs. He heard something coming from behind and turned to see a Union soldier preparing to slash at him with a sabre.

Gengar smirked and vanished on the turn of his heel. The soldier looked bewildered at his sudden disappearance and even more so when Gengar appeared behind him and drove the sword through his back. The man looked back at him with shock and confusion.

"You fight dirty, boy. I like you, so I'll make this as painless as possible!" Gengar sneered as he twisted the blade and wrenched it out of him.

Blood spewed onto the ground as the man fell to the ground and bled out. Gengar was relishing in the bloodshed he was dealing as he continued his killing spree. He picked up the pistol from the man he killed and tucked the sabre away. He cocked both the hammers on them and vanished over to some more Union soldiers that had cornered a bunch of Confederate soldiers near the wall. He appeared behind two of them and aimed the guns at their heads. Two bangs sounded and two men fell to the ground dead. The Confederate soldiers were both shocked and a little unnerved with the violent killings. One of them tried to speak up as Gengar cocked both pistols again. He buried the barrel of one of the guns in a Union soldier's stomach and fired.

A purple projectile shot from the gun and carried the soldier high in the air and he landed a few feet away. He spun on his heel and fired another round at a soldier dashing from his left. Bang! Bang! Another purple ball shot from the first gun and stunned the soldier before the second shot entered his chest and dropped him. Gengar gave a mad cackle, not paying attention to the skeptical Confederate soldiers behind him.

"Lieutenant Winchester?" The soldier asked as he took a step towards him.

The soldier froze as 'Roland' turned to look at him. He was covered in blood and had a maniacal grin plastered on his face as he looked at him. His eyes were no longer their calm grey, but replaced with murderous red. Gengar strode over to them with a jovial attitude and looked between the two soldiers he just rescued in the thrill of ripping others to shreds.

"A beautiful day for a battle, wouldn't you say?" Gengar asked.

"Sir, are you okay? Maybe you should sit down and rest?" The soldier replied.

"Oh I'm feeling well! Now if you excuse me, I have some more men to kill."

"Sir, maybe you should rest. You did fall off your horse a while ago."

Gengar turned around swiftly and placed a firm hand on the man's shoulder. The soldier was not going to let him continue unless he did something about it. His red eyes bore into the soldier's blue eyes and he began to hypnotize him slowly.

"Let me be perfectly clear on this," Gengar said with a glare, "When I say I'm well, you should heed my word. Now stop being a coward and get back in the fight. Unless you want to end up like these fools that are lying dead at my feet."

"Yes, sir!" The soldier replied as he picked up his musket and ran off.

The other soldier looked uneasily at Gengar and had yet to move.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Gengar asked, his voice taking a sharper edge.

"No, sir!" The soldier replied as he ran off.

Gengar cackled again as he charged back into the fray. He pulled out the sabre and gave two vicious hacks at the first soldier he came across and laughed as the man fell to the ground and screamed. He gripped the man's shoulder and ran him through with his blade, killing him. Gengar pulled the blade out and swung it free from any excess blood. His ears perked up as he heard hurried footsteps coming from behind and turned around, only to be surprised as a Union soldier stabbed his bayonet into his stomach. Gengar stopped and looked down at the long blade and watched as blood stained his uniform and ran down the blade. His chuckles soon turned into full blown laughter. He gripped the barrel of the musket tightly and smirked as he saw the soldier try to pull it free.

"That tickles," Gengar said as he cocked his pistol and aimed it at the soldier's head, "my turn!"

Bang! The soldier stumbled back with a well-placed shot to the head fell to the ground with a thud. Gengar pulled the bloody bayonet from his stomach and dropped it to the ground. He took a deep breath and looked up at the blue sky. He was finally quelling his bloodlust from going on his killing spree and was almost satisfied with what he had done. He decided to do one last thing before he called it a day and made his way for a Union cannon. He tucked away the pistols and gripped the sabre tightly as he vanished again and appeared behind the crew. He covered the soldier's mouth and pulled back his blade and pierced his back. Pulling the blade free he slashed at the other soldier and cut his throat.

As the soldier held his throat after being cut, Gengar found the cannon balls by the base of the cannon. He picked up the ball with a little difficulty and managed to shove it into the cannon. He aimed the barrel of the cannon lower to the ground and turned it around to aim down the line where a bunch of Union soldiers were still firing. Igniting the fuse Gengar watched as his grand finale got ready to take place. Boom! The cannon fired the cannon ball and sent it down the line. Gengar could hear screams of pain as the ball ripped some soldiers apart and then was surprised when he saw something blow up further down the line.

"Hm, I must've hit the munitions pile," Gengar said with a shrug.

Gengar twitched as he felt Roland struggling to regain control and decided to let him resume control of his body. He sighed as he surveyed the destruction and carnage he left behind before gliding over the wall and back to the field where Roland had fallen off his horse. Gengar cackled as Roland finally regained control and fell to his knees and then to the ground as unconsciousness took him again.

Roland stirred as he started to come to after being unconscious for hours on end. He took a deep breath as his head throbbed in pain and sat up slowly. It took a moment for his vision to clear, but when it did, Roland was horrified with what he saw. Endless amounts of Confederate soldiers lay dead in the field, some of them crying and calling for help. While Gengar possessed his body, Roland was able to see the grisly acts that Gengar carried out and was horrified. It was his own hands that did that damage and he immediately felt sick to his stomach. He turned over and emptied the contents of his stomach on the ground and trembled.

"We were defeated," Roland muttered as his hands balled into fists, "all of my men are gone and General Lee's plan failed."

"Ah, you've finally come around!" Gengar said, "What do you think about this? Are you happy that you survived this ordeal?"

"Hold your tongue you vile creature! I saw what you did when you used my body to murder those soldiers!"

"Had I not done what I did, you would have died. Besides, they're your enemy. Why do you care if I killed them?"

"That's beside the point. They may have been my enemies, but they didn't deserve the brutal deaths you dealt them!"

"Quit your sniveling, lieutenant. Whether you like it or not, you're alive thanks to me and this now brings us back to my original question. Do you still believe in God after seeing the death here? How can you believe in supernatural being who failed to answer your prayers and let me possess you to carry out those killings?"

Roland said nothing as his body continued to tremble and tears started to fill his eyes. He let a sob escape his lips as he wiped them with the sleeve of his uniform. He looked around at his fellow comrades that had been killed. His friends, his men, his brothers, all of them were lying in the field and rotting away.

"I can't do this anymore," Roland said as he shook his head.

The smell of death was making him nauseated and he struggled to stand up as he got to his knees. The sun had set and gave him the cover of darkness to escape. His eyes saw a horse walking towards him and he recognized it as his own. The horse came to a stop and nudged him with its nose. Roland gave a gentle pat to the horse and climbed up into the saddle. He looked up at the moon as it tried to peek through the clouds. With the countless dead in the field, Roland was sure he could slip away from the fight and not be noticed. If anything, he would be counted as either dead or missing and that was just fine with him.

"So where are we off to now, lieutenant?" Gengar asked as he appeared upside-down by Roland.

"We? I want nothing to do with you. Get out of my sight," Roland said as he had his horse start walking.

"Sorry lieutenant, is doesn't work like that. You and I are connected now more than you think."

"We have no connection and I don't want one."

"Too bad. You and I will be spending a lot more time together. You can most likely consider this a partnership."

"Go to hell."

"Already there, lieutenant."

"I would kill myself right now if I could get away from your voice."

"You're death itself. You can now wield it in your own hands, lieutenant. So you could try to kill yourself, but it would not work. Ironic much?"

Roland shook his head and ignored Gengar as his horse carried him off the field and towards the open plains in the wilderness. Gengar hovered beside Roland as he continued walking away from the battle and now the war itself.

"So, lieutenant, do you believe in God?"

Roland didn't answer as he had his horse start to canter into the night. Gengar gave a coarse laugh as he flew beside Roland. The moon finally came out of the clouds and illuminated the wide open fields of Pennsylvania for Roland as he saw a new opportunity to leave his old life behind him and start anew. Roland, Gengar and the horse continued across the plains and slowly became transparent and then vanished completely into the air.

Present Day

Roland had finished his story and looked up at Katherine and Dean. Both of them looked beguiled after hearing his story about how he became a hybrid in the first place. The pair of them both looked a little disturbed after Roland explained being possessed by Gengar and carrying out the killings during the battle of Gettysburg. Dean was interested in learning that Roland was one of the earliest hybrids and began to wonder if more hybrids existed before they were made known back in 2016.

"Roland, do you know of any other hybrids that have been around before they were made known a couple years back?" Dean asked.

"Not to my knowledge," Roland replied as he shook his head, "although I wouldn't be surprised. There probably are others that may have been around as long as I have."

"What I can't understand is how you are still sane after Gengar did that to you," Katherine said as she crossed her arms.

"I'm not sane. I lost all form of sanity after I met him," Roland said as he leaned back.

"So where is he? Is he inside your head or is he in a Poké Ball?"

Roland reached into his duster and held up a special ball. The Dusk Ball sat in his hand and appeared to be a little dusty.

"Do you keep him locked up in there all the time?" Katherine asked.

"For the most part," Roland said with a nod. "I let him out from time to time so he can get some air and entertain himself."

"I just don't understand why you keep him with you if he caused you that much trouble."

"I guess you can say I warmed up to the little bastard. While he may be insane, he's been with me forever and kept me company. So in some twisted way, he is my friend."

Katherine shook her head as Roland tucked the Dusk Ball back into his coat. Silence filled the car as they continued down the road in through the open Kansas plains. Dean's radio gave a crackle as someone tried to reach him.

"Hey, Dean, I hope you're ready for a long drive," David's voice said through the radio.

"Where are we going?" Dean replied as he picked up the radio.

"We're heading to Wisconsin. I've got a guy up there that can help us out."

"Can we trust him?"

"Bro, give me some credit. I wouldn't have said we were going there if we couldn't trust the guy."

"Alright, alright, sorry."

"No worries. By the way, where is there a McDonalds around here?"

"No idea. There may be one in the next town. Why?"

"Rein's getting hungry and she's threatening to chew off Michka's arm if she doesn't get something to eat right now."

"Tell her to be patient and that there's one coming up soon."

"Alright, but don't ask questions if Michka's arm is gone by the time we get there."

Dean smirked and shook his head as he hung up the radio. Katherine sighed and shook her head as she looked at the car in front of them that was carrying their new comrades. Roland shrugged and leaned back in his seat.

"Interesting group indeed," Roland thought as he closed his eyes and fell asleep to his dreams.

Well that's the chapter everybody. I hope you enjoyed it and weren't too disturbed with what took place in it. Now like I said, lacking in plot progression, save for the end that reveals where the heroes are going next, but I wanted to get Roland's backstory out of the way. Now bear in mind this may be the last update for the story unless I can get one in before June 30th. I will be gone from then all the way through July so I'll see what I can do. So until next time everybody. Later- CaptainPrice

"Time of Courage" by my good friend FiammaJoule: This story is becoming 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. (Recently Updated on 6/10/13)

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