-5-Compliance-

Fuzh stood against the wall of the hallway, trying to reclaim his breath. He looked back at the doorway only to find a giant pile of rocks and ash in the way. He remembered seeing the agony flash across the trainer's face as he died, watching each individual stone pierce through his body like it was paper being torn. Fuzh turned his gaze towards the other sages. The lower of the three was hunched over and panting, while the elder sage stood still, his eyes locked on the doorway turned debris.

"…he's dead." Fuzh gasped out, still recollecting himself.

The more stern looking sage uttered almost monotone, "He brought his fate upon himself. He had a chance to surrender his Pokemon and keep his life. He did neither, and now he has paid for it." The man turned and started walking away. "Pity. He showed some potential, too."

Fuzh was near his breaking point. "He was done. The fight was finished, we didn't have to kill him. When our Lord finds out, he-"

"He shall not, find out. Understand?" The sage glared down at him, expressing his superiority. "As far as he knows, he rebelled, attacked, and caused the collapse of the room." He continued to walk as Fuzh stared at him, his mouth slightly open but unable to form a retaliation. "Not like they can get in anyway. Look at that mess."

Fuzh's eyes widened as he clenched his fist. He was prepared to shout in anger, but the urge died down as he noticed the sage did not care. The other had followed the elder, either out of fear or respect was unknown. As they walked down the hall, their footsteps becoming inaudible, Fuzh thought about what would happen next. For so long he had wanted to voice his opinion about the actions of Team Plasma and, more specifically, their Lord N. He rose to his feet, and followed after them.

After walking through some empty hallways and glancing into several rooms, he found them sitting at a table in one of the lounging chambers. He glanced in for a second, passing the room and not going in. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to do this yet. When he looked back at the open door, he stopped and stared. His mind was made up. He walked towards the room and stood in the doorway, his hand on his belt. At first, the sages did not notice him and continued talking.

"I don't know, he seemed pretty mad. You know how he can be about things like this."

"Silence! Do you fear him now? Even if he were to come up here and complain, he wouldn't be of any trouble to dispose of. He's just another peace seeker, and it's our job to break him of that mindset, got it?"

"You've seen him fight! I can't compete with that! His Magnezone can read his mind, what the hell kind of advantage is that?"

At this point, obviously being the point of the conversation, Fuzh cleared his throat to announce his presence. Both the sages turned around startled, the younger one rising to his feet. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" His voice seemed calm, as if nothing was wrong.

The elder sage started before his comrade could ruin anything. "Why no, we were just talking. Is there something I can do for you? I believe your duties were ended after our encounter down in the holding chambers."

Fuzh took a few steps into the room, never taking his gaze off the man. "That they did, I'm not here on business." He reached behind him and closed the door as he walked in, making sure to emphasize the 'click' of it being completely shut. "Particularly with you, sir."

"Oh? Is there something you wish to speak of?" His voice became more serious, anticipating the worst.

"Not with him here." Fuzh nodded his head in the direction of the younger sage. He didn't wish any harm to anyone who didn't deserve it, and this man did not even possess the ability to cause someone harm. "Leave. Now."

The older man stood. "Now now, why would we need to be alone? Whatever you need to say to me, I want you to say in front of company, I am not embarrassed."

Fuzh broke in quickly after the man stopped speaking. "You will be." He then turned his eyes to the ground. "Do you remember last month? The woman who we tortured for her Pokemon? The Rapidash?"

The sage stood staring for a while, hesitant to respond. "…yes. I do. Why?"

"And the elderly man from whom we confiscated the Heracross. Him too?"

"Yes. Fuzh, where are you going with this?"

Fuzh continued his bombardment of questions. "What about the man with the Plusle and Minun? Do you remember how we tied him down for days, with no food or water?"

"Damnit Fuzh, yes. Yes I do."

Fuzh turned his face further down, his white hair covering his eyes. "Are all of those people alive today?"

The sage all in an instant realized where this conversation was going. Though he did not want to push him further, he confronted Fuzh at his own game. "To my knowledge, yes." He said almost smugly. "I believe they are." A slight grin formed on his face.

Fuzh looked back up at the man, his eyes bloodshot, glowing a faint hint of yellow. "Then why the hell is there a dead child in this castle?" Though his appearance had become offensive, he stayed calm with his voice, suppressing his rage as best he could.

"There will be two if this keeps up. I suggest you leave, you're young, you have a life to live."

"Answer me! Why did we kill him?" Fuzh was losing control, his hair began to sway though no wind existed in the room. One of the balls on his belt began to shake slightly, and a magnetic hum could be heard.

"Do not waste your life for his! You merely did your job, you knew this could happen!" The sage began to grow angry.

The environment changed entirely. The curtains covering the windows began to flow as if being blown by wind, and papers lifted up and flew around the room. The tables and furniture were slightly shaking, forcing the men to re-adjust themselves in shock. "Just because we know it can happen…does not give us the right to do it." His eyes were now a solid gold. There were slight jolts of static pulsing around his body and clothes.

The younger man panicked and began shrieking, unable to form words. The elder sage merely stood his ground and continued the conversation. "No, but it teaches that when things like this do happen, not to over react! Like you're doing now!"

Suddenly, Fuzh began to glow a bright white. There was a blinding flash, and a silhouette appeared in front of him. Fuzh's Magnezone formed out of the glow, with his Empoleon standing right in front of it. "I've put up with Team Plasma for too long…they serve no purpose but their own entertainment. Freeing Pokemon. That's garbage! If we cared about freeing Pokemon, we'd do it by releasing our own and convincing others, not using them and forcing our will." Magnezone began to hover higher, while Empoleon got an angry expression on her face. "How would you feel if someone tried to take away your Pokemon?" Magnezone's eye arched downward and his magnets turned towards the man. They shook quickly, and his belt with all his poke balls became unhinged and flew at him. The man tried to catch them in mid air but failed, grasping at nothing. His face grew stern, as Fuzh took the belt from Magnezone and held it in the air.

"Stop it! You don't know what you're doing!"

"Begging for mercy…now that you're on the other end of the punishment!" Fuzh held the belt up. "And what if your Pokemon were never returned to you?" He looked to his left at the violently shaking window. With arm reached back, he pitched the belt upwards and out the window, hearing a satisfying thud as it landed several stories below outside.

"You bitch! I'll kill you!" He charged at Fuzh, ignoring the fact he had two Pokemon at his aid. Fuzh's Magnezone glared at him and shot a slight static shock his way. The man froze in his tracks, unable to move. "That Magnezone of yours is everything…without that you're just as weak as all the people we took those Pokemon from!

Fuzh pulled his arm back and let loose a powerful punch to the mans gut. "Speaking of all those people!" The sage reared back in pain as he was hit, a bit of blood escaping his mouth. "You still need to pay for making everyone in this castle suffer." He punched him again, this time in the side of the head. "For the woman with the Rapidash…" He continued his onslaught, punching the man in the chest and the head every time he named someone. "The man with the Plusle and Minun!" Another blow. "The man with the Heracross…" A final punch to the stomach. Fuzh stepped back, a bleeding sage before him.

"Stop!" He sounded like he was whining. "Please stop…I beg you…"

Fuzh's anger controlled him, he was not himself anymore. "Why? Did you stop?" He continued stepping backwards. "Did you feed the starving man? Did you show the woman mercy?" He was now lined up with Pokemon again. "No…you didn't. Empoleon, Hydro Pump."

"No! No please!" The sage was begging now, tears in his eyes. The surprised Empoleon was hesitant, but complied. She took a deep breath and was about to exhale when Fuzh stopped her.

"No no, not him." Empoleon looked confused. "The room." When he said that, he turned to the still cowering sage in the back of the room. "Leave. Your life isn't worth this." Not wasting a second, he nodded, and made for the door with extreme speed. Empoleon obeyed faster this time, and drenched the room in water, making sure to get everything she could see wet, and compile at least two inches of water on the floor. When she was finished, she backed up and regained her breath. Fuzh stepped back toward the sage, still frozen in place, still bleeding.

"Oh. I forgot one." Fuzh leaned in, his face only an inch from the man whom he despised. "For the boy now buried in the holding chambers beneath us, who was never given a fair chance to defend himself." He backed up to where his Magnezone was, and placed a hand on it. "Empoleon, Protect." The Empoleon shrouded them in a mysterious glowing shield, positioned perfectly around them.

Fuzh's eyes began to tear up, and though he sounded a bit whiny, he spoke just as confidently. "For the child you murdered." He stood staring into his eyes, as pure fear stared back. "Burn in hell, bitch. Magnezone, Thunderbolt." The Magnezone pointed his magnets straight down and shot electricity into the water. Since the whole room had been doused, the pure energy wasted no time in traveling everywhere, being incredibly drawn to the man standing in the middle of it. He writhed and screamed out in pain, moving as much as his paralysis allowed him to. Fuzh merely stared, his eyes still glowing a bright yellow, with his hand still on Magnezone. The sage was shrieking louder than Fuzh thought possible, crying out loudly. He made no movement to help the man, or even care. While the sage still shrieked for his life, dying in the middle of the chambers he was sitting in not 5 minutes ago, Fuzh returned Empoleon to her ball. He turned towards the exit, and began walking, when he heard words being formed among the screams.

"WHYY? AHHH- WHYY WOULD YOU DOOO THISS?"

Fuzh muttered just loudly enough to hear, as he walked out the door with his Magnezone floating by his side, "…because I can."