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ChapterFourteen
TheVaporeon
"Let them go!" Wylie demanded.
Skun, sitting there with all my friends tied beneath him, just smirked. "What if I say 'no?'"
"You don't know who you're dealing with here," Wylie warned. "I advise you to let them go."
"No," Skun said in an annoying voice that resembled a little kid's.
"What do you want them for?" I demanded, my voice as steady and calm as I could make it.
"The umbreon needs to die, and we figured it we could have a party and kill the rest of the little rescue team you've got here," Skun said, smirking.
"Why? How does killing someone solve anything?" Wylie demanded.
Skun chuckled. "It solves everything. You know, if you were on our side-"
"No! I won't kill, won't do it for me, for you, for anyone!" Wylie shouted.
Skun's smirk grew wider. He sensed a weak point. "You-"
"Let us go!" Carrie suddenly shouted. Which was weird because her mouth was tied shut.
"How're you talkin'?" Skun wondered, looking down at her.
"I'm using telepathy, you dolt! I'm an espeon!" her mind shouted for her. "And, oh, I forgot! I can do this, too!"
Suddenly purple lines of psychic power illuminated Skun, who was lifted off the ground and thrown headfirst into the wall to our right and Carrie's left.
"Ha! That's what you get, you asshole!" Carrie looked delighted, and her voice rang with it. Her eyes moved to me. "Hey, uh, Heather? I can't really do anything else except throw things and I didn't really know that I could even do that until now so, uh, help? Please?"
I smiled and started walking over, but Wylie held out a hand. He was staring at Skun. He narrowed his eyes at the purple beast and then suddenly he jumped at us.
Wylie threw me backwards and quickly conjured an ice punch. It made contact with Skun's face with a harsh crack. As he flew back, Carrie psychically increased his speed so he slammed into the wall hard enough to crack it.
Skun was down for the count.
TheLucario
I rushed upstairs and outside. I bursted out of the tent and into the cold night, instantly getting soaked by the pounding rain.
I faced the tent, watching red and black flames dance atop the pink tent. What scared me most was its living aura.
"Oh, Austin," a familiar and deadly voice called. I whipped around.
"Craig," I said, narrowing my eyes and feeling my voice take on an undertone of anger.
The skuntank waltzed over slowly, leisurely. "What? No greeting?"
"Not for you," I said. "You know you have no business here."
"Well, neither do you," Craig insisted, then suddenly jumped at me.
I jumped to the side, narrowly dodging his attack. I felt aura surge into my paw and I forced it into the skunk's belly as he launched at me again.
The impact of my hit threw him to the ground, but I knew he wasn't finished with me yet. He got up and pointed to the flame.
"You know the little aura tricks you've got? With the wave of aura and everything?" he asked me. I didn't acknowledge him at all, but still he continued. "I'm sure you're aware you have that because you're Celebi's chosen. Well, I am Darkrai's chosen, which makes us opposites and makes this-" he held up his three deadly claws. They lit with the same red-black fire that was torturing Wigglytuff's tent. I gasped as he finished, saying, "Even more deadly."
"You're abusing your power," I told him.
"Not if this is what my master told me to do," Craig said, smirking. "He said, 'Kill Celebi's chosen.' Dark is one of them. You are the other. I do believe Celebi told you something similar."
"I won't kill. I've got some morals, unlike someone else," I alerted Craig.
"Oh, and your friend? Wylie? Skun may not be chosen, but he's perfectly capable of killing that little weasel," Craig reminded me.
"You're an asshole," I decided. "Wylie would never lose to someone as low as him. Or, for that matter, you."
For a moment we stood in the tense silence. Then Craig suddenly rushed forward and tried to scratch me, deadly claws lit aflame.
I nimbly dodged every attack and pulled a bone rush attack to help myself fend him off. He aimed for my head and I spun the blue bone diagonally clockwise, blocking his claws and hitting his chest. His breath raced out of him and he fell down. He popped back up instantly and tried to claw my head. I kicked out and hit his chest. Craig threw his claws down and dragged them down my side as he was kicked away.
I yelped in pain, clutching my side. There was no blood, only the red-black light that signified death.
Just as quickly as he'd been thrown down, he stood up and came rushing back at me. Not able to do much else, I threw the arm not clutching my side down, sending an auric wave with it. It hit Craig just before he hit me, throwing him far back. Since this was the opposite energy hitting him here, it did a whole lot of damage. Craig was out.
"F**k," I swore. I fell to my knees in pain. The fiery substance was eating away at my aura. It would slowly consume me for six hours until I died unless another one of Celebi's chosen healed me.
"Austin!" Wylie gasped. "Are you okay?" He and Team Song were rushing towards me.
"Craig is Darkrai's chosen," I told Wylie calmly. I already knew how he'd react, and I wondered if I should have told him. He knew what it would mean.
"No, f**cking no!" Wylie gasped. "Austin, move your arm."
"Wylie, I-" I began.
"Austin," Wylie pleaded. I knew tears were starting to form in his eyes. It wasn't just the rain.
I moved it, revealing to the five what Craig had done to me.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Wylie whispered, his eyes widening with each word. "There has to be some way I can heal you, there has to be!"
"Wylie," I said calmly, "You aren't one of Celebi's chosen. There isn't a way."
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