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Author note: I am terribly sorry for the extra-long delay. I have just moved once again. That and many things keep piling up so I could not update these as frequent as possible. In addition, there was some motivation issues, but I am okay now, ready to get back to it.

I took some advices from outside sources and your reviews, so there might be a few small grammatical changes in this chapter. Overtime, these small changes shall apply to the previous chapters, to keep things consistent, so to speak. Worry not; the story will not be affected in any way.

With that out of the way, please enjoy this piece of fanfiction.

Somewhere in the Outlands, deep underground

The Bandit King was levitating inside an enormous glass sphere. He was meditating. Bright purple psychic glow engulfed his body while his eyes shut tight. This allowed him to focus more energy into elevating his thoughts. The Plates (except for the Mind Plate on his back), which he had collected or stolen from were spinning around the sphere. They were going at such velocity that it was impossible to distinguish each. Outside, a few feet away from the sphere, his Zoaroak knight waited. The dark type's head was constantly turning. His claws lacked the patience to separate from each other. He was struggling to tell his master the troublesome news.

(The song "Do the evolution" by Pearl Jam begins to play)

Chesterization proudly presents.

A Pokémon fanfiction

Genesis

(Song ends)

Chapter 15: Leviathan

A few hours before

"Okay, I found it." Rave said from his pilot seat.

Doc opened the cockpit door. "Yes, perfect, not a moment too late." He approached the pilot seat. "Though I must ask, are you certain that there are no other bandits in the area?" Doc looked through the main screen. The crystal slab was displaying an empty part of the Outland. The only thing that was not sand and rocks in the image was a bandit truck.

"Beat me. The radar and energy signatures suggest there is nothing out here. That car over there is the only thing in next few miles. I think we are safe." Rave made some adjustments on the control console "but it doesn't matter to be honest. If the bandits have the technology to hide energy signatures, then I can't do jack about it." Rave replied while maintaining his neutral expression.

Doc nodded, hand on his chin. "Um, yes, appear so. If that is the case, just make the landing. Remember to pull out immediately once I give you the signal."

"Sure, old man." Said Rave as he activated the landing gears.

"Good. Do what you need to do. I'll tell the others." Doc exited the cockpit.

The Killian plane made its descent several yards away from the bandit truck. This truck was one of the bandit bigger vehicles. Besides the usual bandit spray paint and scrap metal armor, it had oversized tires, spikes, machine guns. These features made the plane approached the ground with caution.

Once Genesis's plane touched dirt, the bandit's car headlights lit up. The mid-day light outshone them, but that did not stop the Foundation crew from receiving the signal. The plane's side door opened, made way for Catherine and her team.

Catharine was wearing the ribbon Celeste gave her the day before. She wore it more like a bandana with the tied bow moved to the back of her head. There was no blood stain whatsoever on the piece of fabric. Axel had recovered from most of the burn from the previous day. He wrapped himself up in bandages like a badly done mummy costume. Doc and Rick were still in their regular attires. However, Rick no longer carried that carefree look on his face. Instead, it was the same expression with his team: steel cold sternness.

This time, Rick took the lead and moved toward the truck, assault rifle in hand. As he was a few feet away, sound of a megaphone blasted out from the truck. "You're not bringing any more friends, aren't you, Rick?" It was a familiar voice.

Rick stepped forward. "Nope, as you can clearly see." He attached the gun to his back and gestured the others to lower their weapons.

"Good." The voice from within said. The truck then went silent for a moment. "That is the cue for you to get out, you twat of a man." the car shook and an Infernape bandit missing an eye was tossed out. Moment later, his Chestnaught companion exited the truck from the other door. Catherine tilted her head at the sight of the two bandits. She retraced her memory, to the first day they had met. Her eyes widen when Rick's words back then began to make sense. "It will pay off huh? What kind of pay off?"

After retrieved his shield, Cole waved at Rick. "Oi, how it's going, motherfucker?"

Rick pointed at him. His face was less than amused. "Cut the bullcrap and give me what I asked for, now."

Cole's smile faded. "Jeez. Calm the fuck down man. You're gonna turn into a wrinkle old prune with that fucking attitude. What happen to my booze loving mentor?" The Chestnaught said while searching for something in his back pocket.

Rick added. "The King should know that you dumbasses escaped and took his loot by now. You better hurry the hell up."

Cole shook his head lightly. "Nah. Wouldn't be all too worry about that." Cole tossed a balled up piece of paper to Rick. "The poor bugger has been busying sitting in a fish bowl all day, taking the piss, apparently. He won't come out of that thing any time soon."

Catherine then turned to her team. All then exchanged a look of concern. "What is he doing there, actually?" Catherine asked. "And what the fuck is the fish bowl?"

Cole scratched the back of his smooth dome. "That? As far as I can tell, he's trying to do something with the Plates. Meditating in a giant crystal ball while creating seizures warning with the Plates or some shit. The last time he tried to do so was with his hot pink plate, took him a day and freaking ever to get out. Doubt that he can recover fast enough with all of the Plates at once."

Doc said. "How many Plates does he possess at the moment?"

"Well, let's see." Cole then counted the tips of his fingers. "How many chambers did the fuckers made us build?" He turned to Cain, yelled, "Cain, answer."

The Infernape looked up to the sun, tiled his head. "Ehhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't know."

"Yup, no idea." Cole shrugged and grinned.

With her fingers curled into fists, Catherine spat. "No clues? How in the flying fuck, can both of you be so nonchalant about this? He could have world ending power. God knows how much he can fuck up everything."

"Well, the planet is fucked either way, so heh. At least we have something to enjoy ourselves before everything going to arse."

Catherine edged forward "You, CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Another shrug from the duo proved just how oblivious they were. Axel's hands prevented her from going further for an attack. Cain shot her a weird look with his remaining eye. He slowly drew a grin across his face. It was not a mischievous nor joking grin, but an apologetic one. The same kind of grin a child would give when he failed to satisfy an adult's absurd expectation.

Catherine quickly defused her rage, shook Axel's hand off and walked away. Her feet kicked any piece of rock on her path. While she wandered off, Axel stood still and observed the horizon behind the bandit truck, prepared for any bandit that might show up. Rick kept his eyes on Cole and his associate, while Doc examined the piece of paper. After Doc had tested what written in the note, he gave Rick a nod. Rick turned to Cole. "Enjoy yourself huh? That rings a bell. Oh, where is my fabricator? I want it back." The Emboar extended his hand. "Come, give it to me, boy."

Cole took a step back. The smile on his face deteriorated completely. "Oh, come on, Rick. How in the fuck do I suppose the keep all the loot I robbed from the nob head?"

"That is your issue, son, not mine." Rick pointed his finger at Cole. "I'm not letting you perform any more heist, on or off the Outlands, whether this world got fucked sideways or not. Rick advanced forward; his pointed finger began to press on Cole's chest. "Take whatever you need and give the machine back to me. NOW."

He slapped Rick's hand away. "Are you taking the ever loving piss? How in the fuck am I supposed to carry them? On my dick? I know it's big, but it is not Arceus's golden cock, god damn it."

"And the award for the most offensive line goes to: Cole Grance." Cain announced in the voice of a sport commenter. The Infernape then whispered. "I told you that we should get a bigger truck."

"Hush, functioning adults are talking." Cole shoved Cain aside with his hand.

Doc then came in the conversation. "Well, that could be arranged. Just give me the device and I'll make a few adjustments that would satisfy you both. I shall make the device self-destruct in the next twelve hours. It should be enough time for you to get a bigger vehicle for your needs."

Cole slapped his forehead. "There is talking the piss and being the world biggest urinal. Yours idea was the latter. You think I'm stupid?"

"Probably." Cain said.

"Cain, my dear, would you mind fuck off? Nobody asked for your opinions." Cole stuck out his finger. Cain just slowly moved away, dragging his feet on the ground.

Rick asked, "How much loot did you take from the King anyway?"

Cole immediately responded. "Eh, I believe the answer is in the realm of, none-of-your-fucking-business."

"My plan; my device; I spared your life. It is my fucking business!" Rick said.

While the others were negotiating in a heated manner, Catherine found herself a rock to sit on. Her hand held on to the ritual knife. She thought of what to come. If what they had said was true, then these two could lead Genesis to the King. On top of that, if the King were in a stasis state like the Chestnaught said, now would be the perfect moment to strike. However, all that seems, easy. "All too easy. What if…"

"Hey, how ya doing? Still alive? Good. It is nice to be alive, isn't it?" Cain's voice interrupted Catherine's thoughts.

She quickly hid away the knife. "The fuck are you doing here?" She then remembered their first "encounter". "I'm in no mood for a rematch, you lunatic."

The Infernape reached his head up and squeezed out a laugh. "Rematch? Hahaha, I changed my mind. Battling is pointless, that I have just realized. Why fight, when I can have a new and better life, with reasons, purpose, and meaning? Especially, one bought with shining coins: the most valuable kind of all. With all that money, I can be a chef. Yeah, that's what I want now."

Catherine squint her eyes. "Are you…quite alright?"

Cain put his hands on his hip. He looked up and got himself in a motivational speaker stance. "Nope. Am I serious? Maybe. Fighting, it used to by my temporary calling for 10 years. But after a while, I realized, fight and death are pointless. You win, you kill someone and eventually, someone better, more powerful kills you. Nothing to gain, everything is lost." Noticed Catherine's puzzling face, he shifted his tone. "Why these radical changes seem to come out of nowhere? Well deary, you don't know me that well. And life is very much like a Womadam that constantly moving around. It's always changing and shifting its coat."

Catherine stood up. "Last time I check, Womadam don't change forms after evolution." She then faced him. "And if you are not here to fight me, then, what are you here for?"

"Potato, po-tah-to, not the point. Just, hehe, wanna say goodbye, I'll be free, but you are not. Now with money, I can finally get my dream job. Or at least my six years old self's dream job. I'll go to Arcadia, buy acceptance and everything I have ever dreamed of."

Catherine rolled her eye. "You do realize that none of it matter if the King destroys everything right?"

"What make you say that? As far as I can tell, the only beef he got is with Genesis or specifically a certain Doctor." Catherine stopped and thought about that line. "But, you're right. With too much power, one could be bored and curiosity would jump in like a midnight home invasion. Curiosity could kill a lot more than a few Skitty. Hehehe, get it?"

Catherine's palm now covered her eyes. "If this is all you have to say, then sorry, I don't have the time for your bullshit." She started to walk away from him.

Cain maintained his smile while his eyes closed. "No, I have a second reason to come here. I want you to protect my new life."

Catherine turned around, with her left eye close. "What? Come again." She was confused by the lack of lunacy within that sentence.

Cain continued. "The King is not too kind toward traitors, which am I one right now. So I must ask you a favor. Kill him, fast, quick, and guarantee." He reached out his hand. A cluster of dark aura was swirling in his palm.

Catherine looked at it and asked. "What are you trying to…"

"This is a little something to help you on your way. " His tone and voice changed. It became heavier and serious. "This is no gift. It is just more of the curse that we got."

"Then why are you giving me more of him?"

"Oh, just pure personal gain. I'm giving away what I regret about the most. Took this out of blind hope a few years ago, it didn't pay off too well."

"Obviously." Catherine crossed her arm. "Still doesn't answer my question though."

"Ah ah ah, be patient dearie. I know this is I being dodgy, but I believe you have enough strength to carry all this. What good is power like this do, when I trying to pick myself up? Collecting all the broken pieces and then just screw them up with a unfortunate discharge? You on the other hand, are going to stick with him for a long time. Your life is already screwed up and it would just get worst from there."

"Hey, hey, FUCK YOU!" Catherine pulled back her fist.

Cain showed his palm. "Hehe, don't take this too personally. What I meant is that: you are expected to kill a lot and kill well, better get you set up. Right? Power should be in a capable hand, not some lunatic wandering the Outland. I don't trust Genesis, but I kinda trust you. You have a much stronger conscience."

Catherine did not take it as a complement. "Really? Dearie, you don't know me that well." She answered with her hands on her hip as well.

"Oh, don't be too hard on yourself. We all make mistakes. Whatever you did wrong, I pretty sure, you had your reasons. Right?"

She paused, delayed on answering him, instead, said. "I don't expect you to say all this."

Cain stretched a smile on his face. "You thought I was crazy didn't you? Well, living in here long enough and you will see why. But enough about me. Just take this and kill the King, would you?" He held out his hand, the dark whirling orb began to grow.

Catherine hesitated for a moment. Her hand wanted to reach out and grab that swirl of power, but her mind tried its best to hold back. She did not know what else followed her train of thought, but she made a snap decision. "Well, if you say so. Then I accept."

"Excellent. You know how to do this, right?"

"Usually when I do this, someone dies."

"Oh, first time huh? It's easy. Just take my hand, don't make this weird, though."

She could hear a gulp sound came from within her throat as her left arm extended. For a second she felt like it had lost half of its weight. The voice within her head was silent. It did not use any temptation on her. It knew what she was going to do, regardless of what it might say. She took Cain's hand. The Infernape immediately grasped it tightly, almost crushing her bone. Catherine bit down hard; not letting a whim escapes her mouth. The little mist of dark aura in Cain's hand grew substantially, swallowing his entire arm. Soon, it latched on Catherine's hand like a leech. Catherine could feel blood coming out from her gum as the cloud of corruption burned into her skin. The leech of aura then left Cain's arm and crawled into Catherine's body. She closed her eyes and felt it wiggling inside like swarm of insects. This is the first time she absorb the voice while completely retain her consciousness. The malevolent voice was laughing, enjoying every bits of the experience, as always.

After a while, the rest of her body went numb. Cain used his other hand to hold her shoulder, keeping her standing up. Catherine tightened whatever muscle she had left in her control and keeping the frame of her body up. "Just a little more, I promise." She could not hear his words. She was too concentrated on keeping herself together.

Once Cain decided it was enough, he let go, as promise. Catherine's body frame experienced sudden lightness from the abrupt ending. No surprise, Catherine fell down. She lied flat on the sand for few seconds until Cain blocked her view of the sun. "Feeling it? The maddening power?" Cain said.

"Stop with that shit. I already know he is powerful." Catherine said, with a drunken tone.

"Are you still you?"

"What the fuck is that supposes to mean?"

Cain just grinned. "No matter, just a madman's ramble." He offered his hand. "Here, get up."

She took his hand. "I don't feel that much more powerful though." She said after dusted herself.

Cain said with a flirtatious tone. "Oh, you want more?"

"Well, yeah. Isn't it better if I have more power to deal with the King? I've already taken it this far, why the fuck not? Go all the way."

"Heh, I would love to, but I can't. I don't need to worry about you. I just kinda trust you."

"Sound likes a fucking broken record here. What the fuck do you mean? Stop with this cryptic bullshit."

"I can't do that; brain got fried a few years back." He pointed to his temple. "And yes, being overpower is great, but have too much of that, might make you more bonker than I already am. How long til it eat you up, like a fat kid in a candy store? I have given you a lot and all I can give. Use it wisely." Catherine rubbed her forehead with both her hands. She started to claw on the thin skin as time go on.

"Arghhh, what the fuck are you going on about?"

"Aw, don't be grouchy, it makes you look old." He reached out his hand, got dangerously close to her cheek.

Her hands left her forehead. She glared at him. "Don't fucking touch me."

Cain backed away. "Sure. Here is something to cheer you up. Have my shotgun." Cain handed over his saw-off shotgun to her. "Not that I don't like her. We just can't be together anymore. Like her?" After the whole confusing mess of a speech that Cain gave her and the burn of the corrupting power, Catherine just snatched the shotgun from him.

With pride, he introduced his other companion to her. "She used to have a name, but I forgot. Just call her my shotgun. She is not "meticulous" with ammo. The handle is made from Keeper bone. You should be able to charge "his" energy into the chamber and fire two wondrous blasts in each trigger pull."

Catherine touched the stock and felt a strange vibration. As if something inside it resonated with her hands. "His energy, you mean the voice?"

"Yeah, what else? Monster of the abyss? Oh wait, eh, cotton candy or something? Hehe. Sorry, I was confused a bit there."

Catherine rolled her eyes once more and deconstructed the gun.

"Oh, I never get tired of see that effect." Cain commented on seeing his beloved turned into blue dust.

Catherine's comm rang, letting Doc's voice came through. "Catherine, have you seen the Infernape?"

"Yeah. He's here, with me." She answered. Her voice lacked any interest.

"Good. We have finished the negotiation here. Told him to return."

Cain offered her a handshake. "Well, I guess this is goodbye huh?"

Catherine took it, felt nothing this time. "Really hoping that to be true. Thanks for the gun by the way."

"No, thank you." Cain grinned.

Back to the present time, within the stronghold of the Bandits Kingdom

The Plate outside of the sphere had stopped spinning. Their appearance had become clear. There were ten in total: Fairy, Ground, Electric, Steel, Fist, Bug, Normal, Dragon, Ice and Water. They shone brilliantly once, until strange containers rose from the floor and captured them. The containers then sunk back to the floor. The clanking sound of metal suggested that the containers were moving underneath. The entire structure of the underground stronghold then shook and seemingly growled. As if a beast had awaken.

The Bandit King opened his eyes. A crooked smile slowly stretched across his face. He snapped his finger and slowly levitated to the exit of the sphere. The Zoaroak immediately dashed toward him in the mist form. His sudden appearance does not faze the King at all. The Zoaroak bowed once. "Master, I have troubling news."

The King raised his eyebrow. "Tell me then. Don't you worry. The power of these Plates, though partially, are in our hands. Regardless of the bad news, we can crush it, under our might."

"Cain and Cole had escaped. They have also taken treasure from the vault."

"Those two?" The King closed his eyes. "How disappointing. When?"

"Hours after you began the process, master."

The King retained a grin. "Ah, clever, picked the best time, to betray me." The Zoaroak took a step back, expecting a burst of fury from the King. His prediction was wrong. "No matter, we will find them, and kill them in time. What have they taken?"

The Zoaroak bowed down, his hands clutched tight to each other. "Our, entire treasure vault."

The King tilted his head in disbelief. "How, did they stole five tons of gold and artifacts and got away with it? Under our nose nonetheless."

"At first we did not notice. We thought they just broke out and ran away. But when we check, that was when we find out, the vault was empty and all the guards were dead. They appeared to have obtained one of Genesis digital fabricator. Not just any kind of regular fabricator, it seems."

The King bit down his teeth, maintaining the calm appearance. "Well, this is no time to be mad. They are just treasures, and we can always, get them back. Once the world is aware of our power, the amount we lost would be a beggar's fortune. As for the traitors, we will hunt them down, just like the rest."

A loud noise came from beyond the walls. The Zoaroak took out a walkie-talkie. "Report, what was that?" From the other end, a random bandit screamed. "We are under siege! Multiple iron birds are heading our way. They look like Genesis's."

The smile on the King's face grew wider. "Ah, they had planned to betray me all this time huh? In cahoots with him as well. Hahaha, let's show them, how big of a mistake that was." He clapped. "Prepare the Leviathan."

"Yes, master." The Zoaroak bowed back.

The King then levitated and get back inside the sphere. The Mind plate shone brilliantly.

Outside, above the ground, dozens of Killian planes were hovering around a long abandon asylum on top of a large empty hill. Asylum only in the name branded on its rusty gate. At first glance, the facility resembled a prison more than anything. From a distance, one could only see high walls, observing towers, barbwire fences, dull and windowless buildings. These buildings casted a long shadow all the way down to the foothill. The shadow was so long that it obscured lump of mass grave along the way.

The Killian planes surrounded the facility like swarm of hornet, preparing to invade a colony of meek honeybees. The Foundation's vehicle propped up their cannons. The weapons fired at the asylum's walls. After a few direct hits, the illusion of the long abandoned asylum turned into an unfinished castle; built upon the crushed remains of the real facility. Traces of turrets, defense towers where littered all the way from the top to the bottom of the hill. The only thing remained from the original location were the barbwire fences, walls and the gate that said "Babylon Asylum". The Killian planes continued firing, clear out the way to the castle and breaching the outside walls. The Foundation paid special attention to the bandit helicopters parked in the yard of the castle, preemptively crippled the bandit's chances to escape as well as retaliate. All the scrap metal helicopters combusted and flung toward each other, causing chain reaction of sparkling bang.

The bandits were now running amok, grabbing whatever weapon they could. Some managed to climb on the observation towers. Pick up the rocket launchers and fired a few shots to the planes. Most of the rockets missed and were shot down midway by Killians' onboard machine guns. The bandits managed to take down a few Killians plane. In an assault like this, casualty is inevitable. What matter were how much forces left to continue the attack and the Foundation had plenty. For this battle alone, they had gather all the agents from all other bases. In addition, to ensure victory, they brought in a small army of grunts as well.

Catherine contributed to the battle by firing the onboard machine guns. Beside her were Axel and his sniper rifle. After getting rid of the rockets, she turned to the observation towers and shot them down with hails of bullets. The hot lead just seemingly melted through them, both the metal of the tower and the bandits. Once she could not see any other targets, she turned to the team. And said "Clear!"

Axel said while zooming in on a target. "I…still can't believe that Genesis rally up everyone this quick."

"Yeah, me either. We just tell them and bam, we're here, going ham on these sons of bitches." Rick replied while loading up his machine guns.

"Time like this, taking risks is the best strategy. However, I would recommend otherwise, but oh well. Decision has already been made." Doc made some final adjustment to his arm.

"So, what is our commander intend for this one, Doc?" Said Axel as he shot down one unfortunate bandit with his rifle.

"The end goal: level that castle, kill everything and secure the Plates."

Rick stood up with two machine guns in his hands. "I can work with that, simple and easy to remember." He slowly approached the doorway. "Okay. Like our Arcadian president once said: It's time for us to haul ass, and kick ass." he turned the safety of his guns off. "Wooooo." Rich shouted instances before jumping off from the plane then activated his Hell Raiser.

Rick crashed on the ground like a medium sized meteorite. His weight shook the area around him. The bandit were tossed up and burned like fallen leaves. Rick launched himself from the crater he had created and landed on a bandit, crushing whatever Pokémon underneath. With his eyes burning red, he pulled the triggers.

Doc summoned his submachine gun and slapped on the cockpit door. "Rave, good luck with everything. Also, don't die. We need a vehicle to get back."

"Jeez, thanks a bunch old man." Rave then made the plane land gently near the foothill. "Alright, go you idiots, murder them all!" He yelled from the comfort of his pilot seat. From there, the rest of the crew leaped off the plane and entered the battlefield; carpeted by the lifeless body of the bandits and the previously deployed grunts.

(The song "The only thing I know for real" from Metal Gear Raising begins to play)

'RAMPAGE. KILL. KILL. KILL.' That was Rick and his traditional Hell Raiser state. The flaming bullets just picked off the body part of each bandit that he set sight on. Despite receiving cover fire from the grunts and other agents, he kept on firing, even if some shots were on dead bodies. Even with the odd stack against them, the bandits kept on coming toward Rick, and the others. They were no longer Pokémon, but mindless drones. In their head were just simple commands: walk, attack and listen to whatever the King and his knight told them to. Rick ran a bit; gaining momentum for an Inferno Bitch Slap that cut a Machoke in half, and burned off one half afterward. He then slammed his foot on the ground, made a thunderous sound that paralyzed the bandits and obliterated them with his rocket launcher.

Catherine was not far behind him. In her left hand was Cain's shotgun with small cloud of dark aura swirling around the stock. In her right was the Cerberus. This was the first time she plunged into battle without Lady Death and Anima. But with the hoard of cannon fodders kept rolling her way, fire power is needed. She pulled the trigger on Cain's weapon. From the barrel, two blacken orbs shot out and latched on to the flesh of a Scrafty bandit. The corruption helm itself into his body, causing pain indicated by the ear-splitting scream. Once the orbs helmed inside the bodies, the bandit exploded, spraying organ and blood over Catherine. She shook the blood off her eyes and aimed flame mode Cerberus.

Doc and Axel followed behind. Doc was waiting until entering the base to unleash full force. The same applied to Axel. In all this chaos, they just provide covering fire. Doc had another job, which was replenish the barriers of the agents in front of him with his arm.

By their sides were other agents and far in front of them all was the Electivire. With his humongous dual blade sword electrified, the Electivire teared, rend, maimed and crush all the bandits. He used the gap between the blades to trap the neck of a Machoke and twisted it as effortless as clay. In one well swipe, he dragged the body and used the saw blade to make the wound on other bandits surrounding the Machoke the more bloody, messy and painful. Afterward, he plucked the head of the Machoke off and freed his blade. When his hand was tired of the twisting and chopping motion, he raised the blade upward and commanded thunder to rain down on the enemies.

A Rhyperior popped up from the underground and blocked his path. The ground type slammed his fist together, a failed attempt to flinch the Electivire. Before the Electivire dropped down his blade and prepared to attack. A black shadow dashed passed him and punched through the Rhyperior's head with a sharp "crack" sound. In seconds, the Electivire was no longer leading the charge. Instead, it was the Weavile with the duel metal claw. The headless Rhyperior fell to the ground. The Weavile left behind the blood-oozed body of the Rhyperior behind and advanced. The Electivire just grunted and followed her.

Catherine was not the only one with two shotguns for this fight. The Lucario known as Boomer, who tend to get into needless argument with Tammy was there, a few feet away from Catherine. He was mowing down the opposition with twin automatic shotguns while his Gallade partner was giving him cover fire with a 3-rounds-burst rifle. Occasionally, the Gallade shot a grappling hook from his cybernetic arm to the faces of bandits and snapped their necks with a forceful pull. In a successful pull, Boomer complement "Nice one, Ves! You are getting better at this."

Celeste and Craig did not join the battle, but Bryan and Leon could. They were circling around. Leon focused on the weaker bulk with his Gatling guns while Bryan was drilling his way through the vehicle or machine gun turrets.

Behind them were the rest of the agents and grunts. Some were familiar like Tammy, Ray, Lazarus, Nate while the rest were strangers to Catherine. All of them did what they do best, killing. Whether with sniper rounds, explosive, punches, hammer loaded with shotgun shells or even more punches. Their methods were different, but their goal was the same. At the end of that day, the place must be destroyed along with its inhabitants. Sadly, they did not come in here through their own volition.

After a few minutes of storming through the bandits grunts, the agents were finally at the iron gate of the Babylon Asylum. The Weavile broke down the gate with an upward slash from her claws. After the gate fell and the troop flooded in.

The Grunt fanned out and covered the area around the yard, while the agents raid the castle. The Electivire smashed open the wooden gate. The bandits from within immediately fired at him. He blocked the sword in front of his face like a shield and rushed forward. The bandits all backed away, trying to figure out his intention. The Electivire sprinted and bashed the face of one. The blow knocked him on his back, opened a room for the Electivire to decapitate him. All the bandits from the second floor peered down and rained lead at the agents. The Foundation members quickly found cover and analyzed their environment.

This hall was wide and littered with chunks of broken wall from the old asylum. As a result, it provided them with plenty of room for cover. The midday sunlight pierced through the cracks of an unfinished castle, illuminating the hung, rotten corpses on the ceiling alongside with the chandelier made with poor artisanship. The walls were all splattered with traces of extra cement slapped on. The bandits tried to hide it with decorations of faded brown red royal banners. Underneath everyone feet was obviously any kind of discarded carpet sewing together and covered with grimy blood.

The bandits within the castle put up some resistance, fired their weapons with covers provided by the balcony, cracks and nooks in the wall. Some bandits just try to make it work by kicking down a table. Regardless of what stopped the initial bullets from hitting them, eventually, all of their covers proven useless once the agents performed their jobs.

Doc loaded up his grenade launcher and deployed a smoke grenade on one side of the upstairs balcony, forcing the bandits to stop firing. Once they were on their knees coughing about, Doc launched one of his turret up. The device stuck to the wall and deployed itself. The machine gun attached to the turret executed all the bandits in a full-auto 5 seconds burst. Ray the Sableye had a much quicker idea. He tossed a handful of sticky explosives to the base of the second balcony and detonated them. The second floor balcony crumbled and fell down, along with a group of four bandits. The agents just finished them off with the weapon the moment the first bandit started moving. Some bandits hiding in the nooks of the wall braved up and walked out while blindingly fire their assault rifles. The Greninja agent along with Axel quickly put their assault to rest. The Greninja stabbed one Machoke bandit in the heart. His death came quick and clean, unlike Axel's target. Axel slashed his Machoke in the leg, forcing the Pokémon to kneel down in agony; half a second before Axel gracefully switched the position of his blade and removed the Machoke head in one well swipe.

The set of doors separate this room to the next turned into smithereens as seven or so bandits with giant shields barged in. The hulking present of them forced the Greninja to fall back and Axel to enter his invisibility. Catherine instantly flanked them from with her teleportation. The bandits behind the shields did not know why their back suddenly felt flash heat and pain. They dropped their shield, exposed themselves. Axel reappeared behind one bandit and stabbed her through the throat, giving the Rhydon no chance to scream. The rest of the agent advanced forward and executed them, with their respected close range weapons. Afterward, the agents moved deeper into the castle; painted the floor with the blood of the bandits as they went.

After sections and sections of the castle had been clear, the agents went deeper and deeper into the castle. The more progress they made, the more bandits cowering in fear. The bandits could no long believe that this crooked, hollow body of a castle to protect them anymore. That was not the only thing that changed. As time passed, the more features of the old asylum began to popped up. Long, messy hall stained with blood, metal protection bars and ripped-out-foam wall were apparent. No agent noticed any of these changes, for most were fixated on seek and kill while some focusing on finding the Plates.

They finally reached a large mess hall. This was the only place of the old asylum that seemed to survive completely. All the metal tables and chair remained where they should be. These unanimated objects had no choice in the matter, for they were nailed to the floor. The row of rooms where the nurses and staffs reside was mostly intact, expect for the absence of the protecting sheet of glass. The ground underneath them began to shift. Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment; wondering of how or what could have caused that.

From the outside, after the grunts had cleared out all traces of bandits, the castle started to shake. An earthquake soon happened and the castle began to break apart. The castle was not set for a collapse. Instead, it was slowly rising up. A large crack appeared from the middle, joining all the smaller cracks together. The large crack then slithered up to the roof. Once it did, the two pieces of the building separated. A loud, unidentifiable screech came from between the two pieces. A nightmarish amount of metal, pipes, earth, rocks and raw sewage burst out from the ground and crushed the remains of the building into boulders sized chunks. The entire area was then covered in psychic glow. The concoction of what had come from the ground and concreate from the building automatically formed into a shape. The components of the horrid yet-to-form creature gathered up tightly, almost ramming into each other. The leftover bandits, who were shot but fortunate enough not to be killed, started chanting something. They said. "The Leviathan is coming. Prepare thyself."

All the agents and pilots from the outside witnessed as the shape of the creature became clear. The general "body" was that of a serpent with the size of thirty-two bundled up bullet trains. The head was nothing more but a gaping mouth. Its metal teeth were stacked into rows, constantly opened and closed. From a far, Rave could see a few corpses caught in between the biting motions. The mouth opened wide, let the voice of the King come out. "Behold, the Leviathan, the beast from the tales of old, the devourer of kingdoms."

"What the hell just happened?" A random agent asked on the radio, while the rest was silent. The giant serpent stretched out from the ground. It casted a looming shadow over the agents, who were about to join in the raid. The agents did the sensible thing. Instead of running in a straight line, trying to outrun the stretching shadow, they all dashed to the sides. The same could not be said for the grunts.

The agents all turned their head back, watching as the creature fell flat on the ground in an eardrum-shaking crash; slamming on all the grunts like fat tire rolled flat on a group of ants. In less than a blink of an eye, the agent felt a shockwave that knocked them away.

A few moments later, the agents quickly got up. Their head and ears might still be ringing, but that was the least of their worries. They picked up their weapons and open-fired at the lump of metal and raw sewage a few yards away. The bullet splattered the foul and grimy fluid on the ground. That was all the damage they could do. Soon, the still standing agents blasted the serpent with all their range weapons. The combination of attacks created a messy visual of fire, chemical, electric explosions, dubbed with the screeching sound of hot rounds colliding with the metal scales of the creature. From all the sparks and flame, black smoke came with the odor of sewage vapor creeped to the nostrils of agent. The thick scent was enough to make any Pokémon sick, some agents were even blinded by their own tears.

The serpent shook its body once. The sudden movement made the agents seized fire. The toxic black smoke was left to crawl to the atmosphere. The agents could see the effect of their assaults on the target. The agents stayed still, put on their gas masks and held on to their respected weapon. They then waited for the result. Once the smoke was completely clear, they could see burning orange traces accompanied the holes on the Leviathan's skin. The raw sewage from within oozed out from these holes, cooled off the burning metal and made more of the black smoke and toxic fume. Once the burning orange disappeared from the metal skin, the Leviathan moved forward. Some of its metal scales broke off in the process. The agents resumed firing at the creature as it sped up. In mere seconds, the massive serpent got out of their range and headed off to the horizon. The voice of the King then came through once more "Watch in despair as the mighty Agni nation crumble."

From within one of Genesis command centers, Anna stared in shock as the screens streaming footages of the Leviathan heading toward Agni. Her sense of duty snapped herself out of the trance. She immediately contacted Lucious.

"Mr. Lucious, I have…"

"Yes, I am aware of it. The updates are flooding my office. Anna, contact the agents, told them to gather themselves and pull out. In the meantime, I would make a few calls to the Agni nation, warn them about this."

Another line hopped in their conversation: it was Markov's line. "Are you seriously considering that? Agni is a barbaric nation, with its foreign diplomacy. They can turn on us. No, they will do so, if they have us to blame, for the damage this thing about to cause."

Lucious responded. "In all fairness, we would make ourselves less suspicious to them if we do so. This is a simple warning, nothing more. We just happen to see this thing passing though, that is all. And should this thing ravages Agni, you think they have enough effort to turn on us? To the one that warn them and giving them time to prepare themselves? They might be barbarians, but they are not without reasons"

Markov sigh got in the line. "It is true."

"You should focus on evacuating the Delta base instead. Those are the real risks to us. Let Agni handle this thing."

Lucious terminated his transmission, prompting Anna to contact the agents at the field.

"This is Anna Genesis. All agents return to the base, immediately. Wasting your lives is dangerous and unnecessary. Please, return."

Anna did not expect her announcement to be heard within the beast, but that was what happened. With hand drenched deep in foul liquid, Boomer answered his communicator. "Ms. Executive, no offense, but that is fucking impossible right now."

Catherine woke up and found herself surrounded by a gentle hum for a train. Her head was spinning, feeling as if she had just woken up from a long uncomfortable nap. Her eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the blinding sun light from the outside of the train window. "Train, what, why am I, here?" She looked to her right. What she saw put her heart at ease. It was her mother, resting her head on the seat cushion. She was the exactly as Catherine remembered her to be. She was the same Gardervoir, wearing the same blue priestess dress with a white large brooch. A thin, light blue silk scarf wrapped around her neck. And most important of all, she was as tall as Catherine remember. Almost as if Catherine had shrunk down and become younger.

Catherine did not know what had happened, how she got in this train, or even what she had been doing way before that. All of that were no longer matters, her mother was here, and she would never let her go. Catherine slowly lifted her mother's hand up and slowly snugged her head into her mother embrace. Despite her best attempt to not wake her mother up, she failed and her punishment was a gentle pat on her head. The warmth of her mother's caress gently soothed her into slumber.

As she was about to fall back to sleep, something grabbed her by the chest. Her mother's hand on her head suddenly grew weight. She felt like it was snuffing her, as she was struggling to breathe. The grip on her chest became forceful. The invisible hand then dug its claws into her body and reached deep within her heart.

"Catherine, wake up! You must wake up. Don't you dare slipping away!"

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