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I'm glad you pointed that out, obiten. In the games, it says that they move their down to appear differently. In the Japanese version of the film (and the manga, though my jap isn't that good and I may have just mistranslated) , that is never actually specified. Coupled with the fact that it would also ruin any scene where Latias touches anything with human hands and that no one who made the pokedex has actually seen them, and it's reasonable to assume that they got it wrong. Just the once. Do not worry, there isn't any plot holes, I'm just holding off explaining for a more suitable scene...

"Oi! Fags! Looking for someone?" Mac screamed at the policemen. Crude, yes , and not part of any plan. But it worked. All the police apprehending Latias and blocking the doorway turned their heads towards Mac, their primary suspect.

In the seconds it took to identify him, the barrels of several lethal wepons swung towards him, and away from Latias. But they were shooting out into the street, surrounded by civilians, and the target wasn't even causing a threat, so they couldn't open fire. Unless they were told otherwise.

All the police restraining Latias had already fired their tasers and had blocked the doorway in the process of tackling her down, so no other police could get through. They had to make the decision to either run and tackle him, abandoning Latias, or watch him reach into his bag side pocket and take 5 even paces backwards. They chose the latter, watching in confusion as a second officer scrambled over the detained Latias with a taser drawn.

The range of the standard issue MET police taser is roughly 35ft, and the round fires at around 30-50 feet per second, depending on conditions. The five steps Mac took backwards took his total distance from the wepon to 36ft, 4 inches.

With a bang, the officer fired his taser, and two wires trailing 55,000 volts headed towards Mac. Almost a second after he heard the bang, the two electrified barbs fell to the floor, barely a foot short of Mac. In an attempt to rile the police, Mac just raised an eyebrow. The angrier they were, the more mistakes they'd make.

"RUN MAC! JUST RUN!" Latias' voice screamed in his head, her eyes still pleading from the floor, but Mac just ignored it, carrying out his motions as smoothly as possible. He was going to rescue her or die trying, otherwise his life wouldn't be worth living.

With a 'click' noise, he detached another smoke grenade from his bag, before lobbing it through the fire door and directly at Latias.

Even as it arced through the air, the police scattered, with cries of "DIVE!" or false accusations of "FRAG!" ringing out, the unrecognisable grenade too fast and too far away to be properly identified. It clanked against the platform floor and rolled in front of Latias' face.

She'd seen the one on the train, and knew (unlike the police) that this wouldn't kill her. What it would do - she realized - was make the people with guns unable to aim at her through the smoke. Not that they were even doing that now, having dived out of the way of the unlethal grenade. All the other officers were trying to get out of the station to try and catch Mac from around the back, from the main exit. So there was nothing stopping her taking her normal form and escaping her handcuffs!

Mac had to admit, the grenade was more effective than be thourght. He'd had to gamble that Latias would be able to transform and to have heat sensitive vision to see through the smoke in order to get out, but he hadn't anticipated the police thinking the grenade was lethal. That was an added bonus.

As the grenade went off, Mac saw Latias' human frame turn blue, before the smoke erupted and turned it into a blue patch of opaque fog. He breathed a sigh of relif. All she needed to do now was fly him out of here.

Two seconds passed and nothing happened. Mac considered grabbing Latias from the smoke, but she'd know her own way out and he was only risking his own safety doing that. Instead, he quickly observed his own surroundings.

The street they'd emeraged into was empty now all of the people had ran away, more of an alley than a street really. Actually, seeing as there was no pavement and dustbins in the middle of the road, it was most definitely an ally, with a primary purpose to serve the railway station, meaning that the exit would either be out onto the front or back of the station, easily blocked by police. To his left, a Toyota pickup sat with a selection of aluminium scaffolding poles in the back, presumably used to help maintain the repairs on the platform he'd just escaped from.

Mac looked at the direction that the crowd of escaping passengers ran in. Blue flashing lights lit up the wall at the end of the ally, and Mac panicked for a second. Then again, so long as Latias completed her transformation soon, the only way they'd be able to block their escape is if they closed off the sky above them.

Just as Mac thought this, Latias did just that, and flew squealing towards him.

"Need to go! Now! Go!" Latias was squealing at Mac, the fact he couldn't understand her words mostly irrelevant. It was in her tone: urgency. She needed to scoop him onto her back and fly away ASAP.

Latias noticed an aura shift behind her, but carried on. Masked by the smoke, police started to filter through the doorway, all stopping when they the saw the big red and white dragon flying away. One thought occupied all their minds.

"What the fucking hell is that thing?"

In the control room, The sergeant cursed his luck. He'd known about the dragon and the military experiments and everything. But nowhere did it mention that this... thing... this ... test subject ... could turn into a human. And now all his officers could see it in its real, SECRET form, AND it was on the situation room tapes. This was meant to be a SECRET operation. Apprehend the boy and torture him until he told them where the dragon was. And then arrange an accident for him. Not that difficult, really.

But no. Now 30 officers had all seen the test subject, no doubt a few civilians too and the footage would have to be shown in the inevitable court case. Unless they destroyed everything.

The sergeant reached forwards onto the recorder console and flipped all the switches to OFF. One by one, the 'REC' icon in the corner of the video feed for each camera disappeared. A final switch, and the REC light on the microphone snaking towards him went out. He definitely didn't want this next bit on tape.

He clicked on the transmit button and spoke.

"Permission to engage granted. Use lethal force, aim for the anomaly. Take out the primary target next... Both targets are posing a lethal threat to the public. Repeat, lethal force authorised. Fire at will. Over"

Latias jolted as a loud crack erupted from behind her. It was sharper, higher pitched and louder than the tasers , and it sent a lump of metal flying past her. With a horrifying yet somewhat fun prospect, she realized she was being shot at. Horrifying because she wasn't bullet proof. Fun because if she put up a protect, she could be bullet proof, do all kinds of aerial patterns and they'd not do a scratch of damage to her. Imagine their faces!

With a childish glee, she put some psychic power into a move she'd done so often, she barely needed to concentrate, throwing up a shimmering protect around herself. It wouldn't reach far enough for Mac, but the gunmen were ignoring him for now.

Mac looked up as Latias was surrounded in a weird green glow. The police had clearly been given instructions to go ahead and kill her on the spot, which had Mac in a serious worry for the both of them from the very first gunshot. Admittedly, he didn't blame them for shooting her if they didn't know her personality, she looked very dangerous. After all, those teeth look very sharp.

But the good thing - aside from the fact that the bullets being fired at her just seemed to be bouncing off - was that the gunmen clearly thought that Latias was a much larger threat. It was almost as it they'd forgotten about him completely...

Mac reached to his side and slid one of the aluminium poles from the pickup truck and weighed it in his hand, the sound of gunfire masking the noise of clanging metal.

Mac was part of a gun club, so he was used to the noise that otherwise made Joe public run for cover. He took another glance at Latias, who he'd expected to flee the distressing situation, but actually almost looked to be enjoying taunting to police. She was the perfect distraction for Mac's attack. There were only seven visible marksmen, all in the firing position in front of the fire exit, all holding single-action rifles that Mac didn't recognise. But each one was aiming up at Latias and down the barrel, which essentially meant that they wouldn't see him until he was too close. And the sound of gunfire would stop each of them from hearing their team getting knocked out.

As well as being in a gun club, Mac also knew self-defence skills, especially with a set of nunchucks. The scaffolding pole didn't flex at the centre like a set of nunchucks, but that wouldn't be too much of an issue.

Mac stole his way to the side of the armed policemen and selected his action plan. Each of the gunmen had a Kevlar helmet, so a single knock to the head would be unlikely to cause unconsciousness in one blow. Several, however...

Mac jumped up and span the pole around in his hand, passed it behind his back, before bringing it round to hit the side of the first policeman's helmet. The rotation made the pole hit with a sickening crack three more times before the man collapsed to the floor, knocked out.

Mac kept the rotation up and knocked out four other police in the same way in less than twenty seconds, the sound of their own gunfire masking the sound of them being knocked out. But Mac's lucky streak wouldn't last, and it broke apart when the two remaining gunmen realized their buddies had stopped firing. While one provided cover fire at Latias, the other turned back and saw Mac swinging towards him with the scaffolding pole.

Latias saw the situation in slow motion. The other policemen that wasn't firing at her swung the gun round at Mac, who was defenceless bar the pole.

Mac compensated for the turn in tables, and flicked his wrist, making the pole rotate vertically and into the gun aimed at him. Caught off guard, the gunman's weapon flew from his grasp, letting off bullets in random directions as the man's finger caught on the trigger. The rounds went wild and spat into the side of the train station, and the gun clattered to the ground seconds later, out of reach.

Disarmed, the policeman grabbed for his baton, drawing it out and extending it in one wrist flick.

Mac stopped the pole rotating and used it as a ram to butt the policeman in the chest, but he moved to the side in a relatively easy dodge, before pulling the baton round and aiming for Mac's abdomen. He already knew this was the police's preferred strike point, and already had the pole blocking it. The steel and aluminium met with a clang.

At this point, the officer who was shooting at Latias realized the peril his co worker was in, and stopped shooting at Latias. Instantly, the ambient noise dropped.

Not that Mac noticed, he was too busy battling the policeman. The policeman was slowly edging towards his dropped weapon, but at a cost. Mac was getting closer to striking a blow to the suited policeman. One point of contact on the helmet would be all he needed.

Latias saw this and considered her options. Mac was loosing, not by much, but it wouldn't take much more and the policeman would be able to retrieve his dropped weapon. And why wasn't she being shot at any more? Where was-

She slowed down when she saw him. His body. The way he was facing. The thoughts in his head. His body language, his equipment and his gun.

All in the act of pulling the trigger. All the signs pointing the gun towards Mac.

Latias didn't think. Acted on instinct. Because faster than she could have thought about doing it, a hyper beam was already on its way towards the attacker.

The man didn't notice it. He was too busy focusing on the target. His Target. His job... line him up in the sight, don't rush. But be quick, because he looks pumped up. Check the surroundings. No civilians. No other higher priority dangers? Well, there was that red flying thing. But it's invincible. Can't be helped. This man. Looked like a boy. Was really a killer. He is the priority. He needs to be dispatched.

Take your time. But relax. Track through sight. Ignore the blinding light above you. Check safety OFF. Remove if required. Ignore that roaring noise. Then, when safe to do so, pull the t-

The man's thoughts stopped, as the hyper beam obliterated almost every living cell in his body in an instant. The skeletal structure resisted the beam for a second, then shattered explosively, chunks of bone spraying out from where the man once stood. The heat raised the temperature of the gun thousands of degrees in thousandths of a second, causing the metal to expand, crack and split, before locking up until the pressure became too great and the rifle joined its human counterpart in exploding into an infinitesimal about of pieces.

The remaining two battlers stopped and sprang apart, gazing at the spectacle that Latias had caused.

"Holy... shhhhhh... wah ?"

Mac was right to awe. The blinding light was seemingly coming from Latias' mouth, spiralling and scintillating all sorts of blues and greens, and bearing down on where he presumed a threat had once stood. Since the other officer was nowhere to be seen, that beam of light was aimed at him and disintegrated him. Killed him. Because he was about to shoot Mac.

A second later, and the light died down and all was quiet, bar the bubbling of the tarmac starting to cool down after being melted.

Mac got a horrible taste in his mouth, as shock started to set in. He didn't even notice dropping the scaffold pipe. The taste wasn't real, but it felt rotten and sour. Guilt. Latias had just killed someone so he could survive. That policeman must have had family. Tonight, they would get some irreversible news, all because of him. People didn't need to die, just inca-

One whack on the head with a baton later, and Mac wasn't conscious. Slumped to the floor, laid out on his back. The last officer was proud. Not only was the target apprehended, he was apprehended alive.

The remaining policeman had seen the destructive beam of light and quickly decided he didn't want to be next. When it had died down, the target was stood still. Watching the spot where the light was, but now only a bubbling pool of tarmac and human goo existed. The policeman realized this was his chance. The target was occupied, not retaliating. Running for his gun would probably snap the target out of it, but who said he NEEDED to be killed? The word the boss had used was "apprehend " with lethal force "if necessary".

Now all he needed to deal was with the giant bird thing.

"I'm not a bird"

The officer froze. Did that voice just appear in his own...?

"Yes. Now I think it's time to go to sleep"

Latias tried a sort of psychic attack on him, and he slumped to the ground in a similar fashion to Mac. Just knocked out by psychic power, or brain exploded, Latias didn't care. What she did care about was Mac.

She flew down from above the buildings, still visible and unprotected. She'd had to turn the protect off to fire the Hyper Beam, which had charged so quickly even she was amazed.

Mac was on the floor, laid out. Rainwater from a pothole had soaked his hair when he fell, and his face was purple in some places. Latias watched him for a few seconds, well aware of the police sirens that were getting closer. The alley had cleared, but the noise was definitely getting closer.

Mac's chest went up. Then down. Then up. Then down.

So he was breathing. Just asleep. All Latias needed to do was wake him. She nuzzled his cheek with her snout, cooing and generally making lots of contact with his face and noise near his ears. But it wasn't waking him.

"C' mon Mac. We need to go!"

The lights on the top of the police cars started to fill the ally as they turned the corner and closed in on the panicked dragon and the unconscious boy...

Alto Mare, Hoenn Province.

4th January 2014, 09:37.

"We need to talk to him" Bianca faced Lorenzo over the countertop in the kitchen.

She was growing worried about Latios. Ever since Latias had been kidnapped, he'd slumped into a decline. A bout of depression would have been understandable... But this..? This went beyond depression, past manic and into a whole new realm of sadness.

First there was the escape out of the hospital window, which she could understand. His sister had been kidnapped, after all. But then when he didn't return home for a week...well , she started to panic. The longest he'd ever gone away from the garden was 3 days, and even then he'd gone to the mainland with her, not on his own. They'd had fun.

With him gone, that memory was painful.

She missed Latias too. Officer Jenny had reassured her that there was something in place, but not detailed what, or if it would work, or when Latias would be back. She hadn't been shot as Latios thought, he only thought that because he was hallucinating pretty badly at the time. She had, however, been tranquillised.

She would just fly in and instantly the room would be more energetic. Latias was annoying at times, but they'd always had a laugh. Like when she had tried on Bianca's make up. Or they'd swap the beret around and confuse Lorenzo. When Bianca was smaller, they'd flown around Alto Mare with Latios when he did his checks. But with her gone, Bianca realized how empty her life was. She'd had to put on a smile when she was around Lorenzo or friends. But at night, when it was dark and she knew Latias wasn't in the garden, or at the foot of or on her bed, making soft noises, she had cried to herself. Big girls didn't cry, she knew. But she couldn't help it. Latias could be anywhere... She might never see her again, or hear those coos, or tell her not to chew on this or that...

With each day that passed, it seemed less and less likely that she would return. And things weren't getting any better...

When Latios had eventually returned (looking not only muddy but also bloodstained around his mouth), he hadn't said anything. Not a psychic message. Not a coo. Barely even a breath. He'd just laid in the secret garden, staring at a fish. Bianca had watched him from a distance a few times, and all he'd done was sigh and once done a really long and really really sad coo. Like he was missing her more than anything ever. When she'd gone, he'd stopped living. Just laid there and stared at the fish. It was a Relincanth, as Bianca remembered. Nothing amazingly special. Quite rare though.

Why didn't he just eat it?

Cubone was bored. Latias and Latios were fun when he first stumbled upon them. He'd never said, but he idolized the two of them. Latios for being active and fun, yet serious and sophisticated as the legend depicted. And admired Latias for just being plain mad. Like when she took a shower. In the human shower. He would have chuckled at the memory of her, but now that she was missing it just made him feel even more lonely then he was before he'd met them. Latios and Latias were the closest he'd ever got to a mother/father, and now both of them were too distant to reach. One by distance, one by depression. Or at least, Cubone guessed. Latios must be depressed. No one could go that long without doing something...

With Latias missing and Latios too far gone to care, Cubone had taken it upon himself to protect the soul dew. It wasn't so much as boring as just plain 'dull'. But it was a responsibility, and he was going to carry it out until Latios recovered. Which he suspected he could only do when Latias got back... Perhaps she was more than just a sister to him, Cubone mused, food for thought in an otherwise starved brain.

I forgot to mention! I've enlisted the help of obiten (the ever faithful reviewer) to help me out on some of the spelling and grammar in this and future chapters. Let us know in the reviews how good a job you think this dynamic duo has done!