Blackened
Alex sat on the edge of his bed, completely naked, and thought long and hard about how he was going to attack this ‘Team Blitz’. His thoughts were interrupted however when an orange hand came to rest on his shoulder,
“You’re up early.” Clare whispered before wrapping her arms around his chest. He chuckled lightly,
“You’ve known me the longest Clare. You should know exactly what my training did to me.” He said as he patted her left arm affectionately. Clare leaned in closer and rested her chin on his shoulder with a sigh,
“So are you going to attempt the… ‘Mission’?” she asked, both of them fully aware that it was more like a gun with a single bullet than a mission. She drew circles into his chest hair with an idle finger and Alex shuddered gently before nodding,
“I’ve never turned down a challenge.” He said in a slow and deliberate tone. Clare smiled a little,
“What should I pack for us?” she asked him as she began to gently nibble on his ear lobe. Alex sighed,
“I’m going in alone Clare. You guys are going into storage. These kids are dangerous. I won’t give them a chance to have any of you.” He held his hand up at her angry intake of breath, “No Clare. We both know that killing them the old fashion way is the best way. No rules for those who follow none.”
Clare untangled herself from him dejectedly,
“I assume you’ll use a bomb.” She said matter-of-factly. Alex nodded a little,
“In the end? Yes. But I think I’ll need to find their base’s weak points rather than blow it shy high.” He explained, glad for the change of topic. Clare lay back on the bed with another sigh. Alex turned to look at her,
“What’s on your mind now Clare?” he asked before crawling back onto the bed to lay next to her. She looked at him sadly,
“I can’t believe that you doubt our team’s strength so much as to forbid us from going on the mission.” She said honestly. Alex groaned,
“We’ve just been over this Clare…” he closed his eyes, “You’re not going on this one. No matter how much you try and convince me otherwise.”
The physic pokegirl narrowed her eyes,
“You know… I can make you take us.” She explained casually as she began to glow purple. Alex raised an eyebrow and smiled,
“Three years without you taking over my mind even a little bit. I think I’ll take my chances with sticking to my guns.” He countered with a smirk. Clare’s serious expression melted instantly into a pout, with puppy dog eyes no less,
“Please?” she begged sweetly. Alex shook his head,
“Ain’t gunna work.”
“Well it was worth a shot.”
“Not really. You lost your turn this week.”
“Well, fuck.”
*****
Corth had changed little in the two months since Alex had last visited the port town. Although the docks themselves had been shortened significantly by the explosion of the cruise ship. Docks three through six no longer existed as anything more than broken pieces of metal and wooden decking strewn across the dock’s seabed. The people were very much the same, still friendly as could be expected from a port town. The hotel owners would steal from your room, the hookers would steal you pokegirls and the local barman would pour you a pint of acid just to watch you squirm, on the house of course. The buildings too hadn’t changed; very few of them being close enough to the explosion to even see the ship disappear.
Today however there was to be a new public eyesore to punctuate the port. Only one man knew that this new ‘attraction’ was about to begin and he was keeping his lips shut tight. His mission depended on it and that was why he’d stooped to wearing a hat to cover his eyes. No one could know what he looked like. But of course it is very easy to pick out the only guy wearing a black overcoat with matching hat and that was the whole point of it. This man wanted to be seen.
Alex cast his eyes over the high street cautiously, following the man wearing the black overcoat and hat. There was something in the way that the man walked that Alex found strange, very strange. He didn’t just walk like a normal man would. He seemed to swagger slightly as he walked but at the same time… it wasn’t a swagger. Somehow it seemed more natural than a swagger but more awkward than just regular walking. And, of course, the clothing was a dead giveaway. This man was up to something criminal, it was plain as day.
Suddenly the man stopped in the middle of the high street and looked up at a building to his left. Alex stopped slowly, trying to make it look like he was now very interested in his watch. He peered over the top of his raised arm and observed the man. He was staring intently at the police station that Alex had once been held in. Alex frowned slightly before dropping his hand to his side. He dropped to one knee instead and pretended to tie his shoe. As he watched the man reached inside the overcoat for something. Then he suddenly ripped the overcoat off to reveal… the man was actually a Firemaiden!
How could he tell that the very near human was a Firemaiden? The fiery balls in her hands were a good indication. Alex had seen this attack before back when he was in training at the Agency. The fire pokegirl was about to use the Firestorm attack, the most powerful attack that a Firemaiden could learn without a T2. Acting on instinct Alex’s hand went to his belt to grab a pokeball. He stopped him half way there. Two things had hit him in the face when he stopped. One, not even Clare and Glice together would be tough enough to take this bitch down if she knew the Firestorm technique. Two, the girls were back at his apartment. They were probably at the laptop right now, trying to contact him over the earpiece he’d turned off two hours ago after their no stop calls. By god he wished he’d taken them with him now.
The Firemaiden grunted slightly before casting two fireballs directly at the front of the police station. They crashed through the glass front of the building and exploded in the lobby, decimating an entire line of police officers and fugitives. She threw her hands out again and two more balls of fire slammed through two of the upper story windows. Fire plumed out of the broken windows in a matter of seconds. The remaining police officers, a couple dozen human males and their OfficerJennys.
Before any of the law enforcers could mount an attack however a huge beam of concentrated fire emerged from a back alleyway across the street from the station. All of the officers were engulfed in the blast and not one of them existed even as a burnt corpse any longer. Alex’s eyes darted to the alleyway in time to see a lone Flarea walk out, head held high as she strutted towards the Firemaiden. A dark shape detached from the front of a building across the road from the station’s ruins to land next to in between the Flarea and Firemaiden. Both fire types walked towards the newcomer. The newcomer smiled widely and Alex realised that it was a Cheshire. The cat type seemed to giggled maniacally and clapped her hands together in glee,
“Excellent work girls! The Team will be proud of you two!” she shouted without a care for who might hear. On the other hand she didn’t need to be quiet. The street was virtually deserted, only the pokegirls and Alex remaining. Alex shuddered to himself. He’d seen hundreds killed by a single bomb before but the idea of using a pokegirl to commit mass murder was something that Alex had simply refused to do a long time ago. He looked towards the station sadly but his eyes widened when he saw a single male police officer standing up, his firearm pointed shakily at the Cheshire. The pokegirl saw the survivor as well a giggled. The officer growled,
“You monsters will pay!” he roared before firing off six shots from his gun in rapid succession. Not one bullet hit its target. One minute the Cheshire was there and the next she was behind the police officer. She laughed and sliced downwards with her claws lazily. Her razor claws met no resistance. She frowned and looked down. The police officer was gone. She searched quickly and found Alex standing a few feet away from her, two knives drawn as he stood over the shaking officer. The Cheshire smiled the famous smile,
“What have we here? A hero?!” the maniacal laughter returned, “I haven’t had hero in a long time! Let’s see if the taste varies!”
Alex sighed mentally to himself. She wasn’t taking him seriously, that meant that he’d get one chance and only one chance. The Cheshire started to run towards him, a lazy run for such a powerful pokegirl, her claws extended to their maximum length. Alex breathed slowly before closing his eyes and acting on instinct. He spun on the spot, his arm outstretched with blade in hand. A piercing scream filled the air and something warm and wet splashed across Alex’s left cheek. He rolled forwards and away from the source of the blood before turning to assess the situation. It wasn’t good.
The Cheshire’s face was a mess of blood mixed in with her light fur. He’d missed her throat by quite a large margin actually, cutting from the tip of her chin up to her right ear. Alex swore under his breath as the pokegirl screamed loudly, more in rage than in pain. The Cheshire’s large, round, eyes fixed on Alex, no longer playful. She clasped a hand to the wound and hissed violently at him,
“Holy! Emma! BURN HIM!” she screamed at the fire types. The Firemaiden and the Flarea nodded and both fired their flamethrower attacks at him. As the moving pillars of flame moved closer to him Alex sighed and closed his eyes. So many things he’d never know. He’d never know what it was like to live with Clare as his pokewoman. He’d never know the guy of raising children or kits with her. He swallowed hard and spread his arms out wide and waited.
The heat became almost unbearable for a second before he suddenly felt the air around him grow cooler. Then he had the faintest sensation of falling before his back slammed into the road’s tarmac. He opened his eyes with a groaned and looked straight up into the grinning face of what appeared to be a very pale woman. Come to think of it, having her face so close to his was starting to make him uncomfortable. What made it worse was the way she was looking at him. He knew the look well. He’d stared at plates of roast beef like that before. The woman’s tongue darted out and she licked her own, black, lips,
“Mmm… you look tasty as ever young Alexander.” She said with a chuckle. Alex frowned,
“Do I know you?” he asked as he slowly sat up, the woman moving her face away from his as he did so. The pale woman chuckled again,
“I should say you do.” She said cryptically. Alex quickly remembered the situation however and he tried to scramble to his feet as an extremely pissed off Cheshire made a beeline for him,
“Why’d you have to go and save him Yuma?! Just look what the bastard did to my face!” she screeched. Alex glanced at the woman again. He thought hard for a moment… he’d known a pokegirl called Yuma before. If only he could remember who the tamer was…
“Because I told her to.” Came a soft voice that sounded out of place in the flaming street of destruction. Alex turned slowly and saw a human male walking calmly over to him, a small smile firmly placed on his flawlessly pale skin. Alex felt something catch in his throat,
“Ross…?” he asked cautiously. The Tamer nodded, standing above Alex,
“Yes it’s Ross. Nice to see you as well brother. Sorry we had to meet like this. And that the meeting had to be so rudely ended.” He said with a sympathetic smile. Alex frowned,
“Rudely ended? By wh-?”
The kick to the face ended the meeting.
Info;
Alexander Rebind
Age: 19
Licences:
Tamer: Y/N
Breeder: Y/N
Pet Owner: Y/N
Researcher: Y/N
Harem;
Ka-D-Bra – Clare (Alpha) – Lv 59
Hound – Glice – Lv 48
Supe-Bra Genius – Catherine – Lv 35
Team Blitz Members;
Name: Ross Rebind
Age: 24
Speciality: Extremely talented assassin.
Harem;
Succubus – Yuma (Alpha) - 78
Vampire – Yuka - 72
Other Members;
Firemaiden – Holy (Alpha) - Lv 85
Flarea – Emma – Lv 79
Cheshire – Susan – Lv 55