Alright, so, I know the last chapter was kind of boring and I apologize for that but I have an excuse. I was halfway through writing a huge amazing action scene involving two of the elementals, and then my computer broke, my hard drive was wiped clean, and I went into a depressed slump because my new chapter for this (as well as Arcana Chronicles), was gone...so instead, I ended up uploading a half-assed version of an interlude I was going to make after these next two chapters. So I apologize.

But now we get back to the story, it's not the same chapter I was going to post, but it makes the most sense and it's not as horribly boring as last chapter either.

Gerard Renning belongs to Archshadow24 (I was listening to iNSaNiTY almost the entire time, by the way…STUCK IN MY HEAD! ^_^)

Jenna Belle belongs to ICKitsune.

and as always

ADALANTE!

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Gerard P.O.V.

crunch...crunch...crunch...crunch...crunch...

The sound of my footsteps in the snow was the only thing that echoed through the frozen wasteland known as Snowpoint. It was my first time coming all the way up here (Not by my own choice I might add), and i was already hating how damn cold it was up here.

...actually, no. Cold weather I can handle. Not only is my hometown, Jubilife, known for morbidly cold winters, but I was more than dressed for the temperature. What with my black overcoat and earmuffs that clipped on from the back of my head. I even brought my scarf out, the tail of the purple piece of cloth flapping wildly in the wind behind me.

What really did me in was the snow, and by God was there a lot of it. Even the smallest of flurries up here seemed like a massive blizzard and it was wet enough so that it stuck to everything...and I mean everything.

Besides just making my clothes soaking wet, my hair, which normally was not unlike a giant black brillo pad, now clung to the top of my head as if I had helmet hair or something. Even my sunglasses which I had taken out specifically to keep the constant snowfall out of my eyes had to be taken off and wiped clean every few minutes.

A shiver, one of many I had experienced over the last few hours and I once again took my glasses off to wipe away the excess snow and water. As I did, I looked back to my travel companion who was trailing not two steps behind me. I gazed in wonder as the cobalt colored jackal seemed to be completely unaffected by it.

"How you holding up, Gerard?" She asked nonchalantly, as if this were absolutely nothing to her.

"Oh, I'm just dandy. I've always wanted to know what a snowcone feels like." I said in my normal deadpan.

She snickered a bit, although I'm not really sure why, as it really wasn't all that funny.

"Lighten up, will you? At least we're safe now, right?" She said as she sped up a bit so she could walk next to me.

"Yes, now instead of running from black suited idiots with guns, I'm freezing to death in Snowpoint...clearly this is much better." I stated dryly. "Remind me, Rin, what exactly is the bright side to all of this?" I challenged her. I should have known better by now. Rin is to much of an optimist to not think of something.

She smiled at me playfully. "Well, there aren't any spinarak up here."

A shiver went down my spine, this time not being from the cold.

...fucking spinarak...spawns of satan. Of course, she knew me well enough to know I couldn't very well complain about there not being any bug types around here. Still, that hardly made up for all of this.

In retrospect, maybe I overreacted to our situation a bit. Maybe I didn't have to drag us all the way out to Snowpoint. I thought that it was better to be safe than sorry, but considering how sorry I am now, I think I would rather live on the edge a little bit.

It's not like it would be that hard. I mean, more and more of those guys in suits were showing up all over the place, but it didn't seem like they were looking for me. I mean, it's not like I was the only guy in Sinnoh who could phase his hand through a wall.

...ok...maybe I'm the only one with that particular trait, but really, the chances of meeting another ghost type in the region are slim to none. Still possible, but not likely.

Even so, there are others out there who can...do things. I never exactly made a name for it. Everything I thought of just sounded like something out of a cheesy comic book, but I knew I wasn't the only one in Sinnoh.

Granted I've never actually met one per say, but I'm more of an observer. I've seen them, but I don't talk to them.

You want me to count them off?

In my two years of remaining untraceable, I've seen a girl literally vanish into the shadows, a guy tore the door off of an SUV just by punching it, and a guy who apparently works as a human magnet…not sure how that last one works…if I had to guess, I'd say he's a mix of steel and electric types…which I'm not sure is even possible, but hey, it's not like any of this makes any sense in the first place.

Point is, every time I've seen those guys with the suits…they were after them, not me. Why? Because I'm careful. I never stay in one spot longer than a few days, I sleep in a tent instead of sneaking into a motel room for the night, and I never steal anything that I don't need to…oh yeah…and there is that little detail about the world thinking I'm dead…but that's a story for another-

My thoughts were interrupted when Rin hooked her paw around my arm.

"What is it?"

She shushed me with her paw and closed her eyes. "…someone is watching us."

I instinctively ran my hand over my jeans pocket, feeling the outline of my pocket knife. "You sure?" I whispered.

She ignored my question, probably trying to pinpoint the location. As if to confirm my thought she pointed towards a cluster of pine trees not too far away, and to prove her point, a rustling sound came from where she was pointing.

I sighed as I took the knife out of my pocket and flicked out the five inch piece of black metal, but as I began to raise it in defense, Rin slapped my hand, causing me to drop it. I gave her a questioning look

I didn't even get a chance to finish before she shot me a look that clearly said stop talking. She took a few steps forward and crouched down on one knee. "It's alright, we're not going to hurt you. You can come out." She said in her normal sweet demeanor. I immediately relaxed. Rin, like most lucario, is an excellent judge of character due to her little aura reading ability. If she thought there was nothing to fear, than there probably wasn't anything worth worrying about.

As usual, it seems she was right in thinking that there was no threat as a small blue furred form slowly crept out from the trees.

…a glaceon?

…huh…that's…unexpected.

I mean, I know that Eevees evolve into Glaceons up here, but their so rare. I mean, eevees are one of the few pokemon that aren't native to every region. To find a wild one outside of Kanto or Jhoto is extremely uncommon.

…a bit too uncommon…maybe it belonged to someone.

I shook the thought from my mind as I picked up the knife and shoved it back in my pocket. The glaceon was still only watching…unsure of what to think of us, but curious all the same.

"It's alright, we're all friends here." Rin continued.

The small ice fox looked from Rin to me, looking for confirmation. I instinctively nodded and a small smile quickly grew on its face as she soon came trotting out of the brush and in our direction…and didn't slow down. Much rather, it sped up and made a running leap into my chest.

"What the-!" I yelped as I lost my balance and fell into a small pile of snow and ice. I laid there in shock for a second as the small creature took to nuzzling my chest.

…and now I'm literally freezing my as off…just great.

Rin chuckled. "Aww, I think you made a friend."

I rolled my eyes and tucked an arm under the glaceon as I sat up, speaking calmly. "Rather friendly, aren't you?"

She looked up at me with a grin, "Eon, Glaceon gla."

"She says her name is Kyra and that it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." I responded absentmindedly. "You don't happen to have a human partner, do you?"

She nodded before nuzzling into my arm again. If she belonged to someone, that meant we weren't too far from civilization and while I would normally avoid crowds, but I'll be damned if I was going to freeze to death in a tent tonight.

"I don't suppose you could take us to them?" I asked hopefully.

She paused for a moment a then looked up at me questioningly. "Gla glaceon ceon gla."

"She says…" Rin paused for a second as I could see a bit of fear enter her eyes. "She says that it depends on whether or not you're with the other man in black."

Jenna Belle P.O.V.

The wind whipped through my backyard, blowing my dark brown hair up into my face. I shook it out of my eyes, making sure it didn't get in my way. Still, I stayed focused on my work, not wanting to make a mistake.

Touching my hands back to the misshapen hunk of ice, I continued my work, using my powers to carefully fine tune the details of my sculpture. I'll admit, carving sculptures out of giant ice chunks was a bit of an odd hobby, but I have to say it was something that I've always found interesting and, if I do say so myself, I was getting pretty good at it.

I mean, I only started doing it a little while ago, and this one was the first one I was particularly proud of. The sculpture itself was of an absol. Why an absol? …I have no clue. I'd never seen one in real life before, but I've always wanted to. But for only seeing pictures, I'd say it turned out pretty well.

All I needed to do was to shave off a bit of its scythe and…done

I released the breath I had been holding in the entire time and let my arms drop to my sides. They were kind of sore after using my powers continuously for so long, but they'd be back in working order in no time, besides, it was definitely worth it.

A strong gust of wind swept through the air, blowing chunks of snow and ice in my face. As usual, I was unaffected. I was already wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts in below freezing temperatures, so adding a little snow wouldn't hurt.

Just one of the many perks of being an ice type I guess. I took a step back to examine my work and smiled. Not bad considering the time limit, the constant snowfall, and the wind.

"Not bad, eh Elsie."

I stifled a startled yelp and whirled around to face the man who had spoken. He was rather tall, outsizing me by at least a foot, but other than that, I couldn't get much from his physical features. He was wearing a black snowsuit with the hood up and a pair of blue tinted ski-goggles. Even his mouth was covered by a black gator, so the only thing that was actually visible was his nose.

As a rule, I don't talk to strangers unless I have to. With any luck, he was probably just some creepy guy passing through. He wasn't really even talking to me in the first place, but rather to his companion who just happened to be the living version of the sculpture I had just created.

"It has a certain likeness to you…has your glare." He chuckled, resulting in the disaster pokemon shooting him an angry stare. He continued anyway, this time speaking to me.

"Although if I must make one critique, you got the scythe wrong. It's supposed to be on the right side of its head." He pointed out.

I stole a glance at my sculpture but made sure to keep him in my line of sight. There was something unsettling about this guy, but unfortunately he was right.

"Are you going to say something or am I just going to have to keep rambling on." He finally said to me.

I still remained silent, unsure of exactly what to say to this man, but after a few moments the silence was broken as a deafening crack came from somewhere deep in the forest followed by two more quickly afterward, eliciting a growl from the absol and a sigh from the man.

"Why can't anything ever go according to plan?" He grumbled as he pulled a pistol from his holster that I failed to see the first time I looked him over. "Ms. Belle, I'm very sorry about this, but you're going to have to come with me."

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I love cliffhangers, can't you tell? Well, I may be a horrible person, but we finally get to the action next chapter. And once again sorry for the lateness. Also, if I'm writing your characters wrong, don't hesitate to tell me. Seriously, your free to criticize.

-Morris