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Destitute Determination Chapter 2 - Emergence

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*Groan* My paws uncover my forehead, brain still buzzing from the Pain Split I'd performed just a few seconds ago. 'Right, let's not do that again anytime soon.' After what seems to be hours of sitting, my eyes begin to focus allowing me to take in my new surroundings, a single flat plain that stretches beyond even my vision, grasses swaying softly in an unfelt breeze, their dried stalks ticklingmy stomach. Continuing my observations reveals a lone tree atop the only hill less than a hundred steps from my current position. 'I must be dreaming, since I haven't felt any pain besides that headache, when I should be cringing in the dirt from trying to lift my head. Yet, if this tree is the only thing here worth looking into, this sucks.'

Using Teleport, the tree daunting looms over my small Umbreon form, it's spine like branches jutting sharply into the space around, leaves long since disappeared from the ancient limbs, bark shifting between different shades of grey and black. 'For a dead tree, there's not a single crack or splinter on the bark, yet I can't shake the impression that it is slowly seeping poison into the ground.'

"Ah, you've finally arrived." Another Umbreon strides from behind the tree, a mirror image of me who sits down and licks his paw. "It took you long enough." He smirks at me, his saber-like fangs protruding from his mouth, his rancid breath smelling of blood and rotting flesh enveloping my sensitive nose.

"Ever heard of a breath mint, Scourge? It might keep the ladies from running so early." I watch as his face contorts into a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with anger and amusement as his pupils narrow.

"Not bad. Still not enough to make me leave you." He stretches his legs one by one, joints popping repeatedly. "The four years we've been together have been fun, so why stop now?" *Chuckle* "Soon enough I'll be the only one in control of this vessel, and I will enjoy burning everything to the ground." The grass around us withers and dies as he speaks, before igniting from his malice, the searing flames quickly consuming everything combustible, singing my fur in the process.

"Silence, you annoying bastard!" I growl, letting my own powers out, ice quickly covering the entire landscape in a ghostly, glistening yet foreboding white, extinguishing his flames and earning an irritated growl from the Dark-type.

*Sigh* "Now why is it that every time I try to make a nice bonfire for us to dance around while drinking the blood of our enemies, and ravish any maiden caught, you have to go and ruin it with your accursed ice?" His eyes lock with mine, unwilling to back down even as our breath becomes visible steam from the temperature drop. "With all the enemies we killed over the years, I'd imagine you would be fine with it."

I continue to stare into his soulless orbs, seeing my own face, my own desires and lusts reflected as he challenged me once again. "First off, I had no intention of slaying the lot of them for those ridiculous trials, but you took that choice away from me. Second, only a handful of those people did both of us wish to see lying in a pool of blood."

Silence. Scourge's lips curl and his hackles rise, my body tensing as he crouches as if to attack. "Hahahahaha! Ahahahaha!" He startles me with his outburst, as he rolls on the now permafrost covered ground in complete merriment, clouds of breath leaving a trail in the air. He stops moving, snickering for a few more moments before fixing me with a smoldering gaze. "You and I both know that you enjoyed watching them struggle and squirm as we ripped them apart. Seeing the looks of terror forever frozen upon their shattered and bloodied maws, their cries for mercy ringing in our ears as we tore out their organs." He slinks up next to me, his voice dripping with content.

"Or the moans of unrestrained pleasure from the females beneath, as we claimed every virginity possible, spearing their holes on our length and leaving them agape, dripping with fresh spunk." His eyes gleam with lust as he continues. "You're just as much a monster as I." He disappears from my sight, reappearing at the edge of the hill, dark pelt bristling with energy and rage. "No matter what you do, no matter where you run, we are permanently connected." His body begins to fade, as does the land itself, my headache returning with a vengeance. "Time is almost up. You'd better become stronger by then, if you wish to entertain me." With that, my vision fades the dream ending with his bile filled laughter bouncing inside my mind.

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The Pokémon center seems oddly quite, an anthro Chansey or Blissey walking by every now and then, a patient's clipboard in hand with concentrated looks upon their faces. I stretch for the tenth time, my body tiring of sitting in the small plastic chairs, eyes tired of staring at the same whitewashed walls and floors, my pelt seeming to blend in with the background at times. The stench of cleaner has finally left my nose, though the thought of eating still leaves me feeling queasy. Lou is sitting next to me fast asleep, her bandaged chest rising and falling in a relaxed tempo, not that I blame her after what we'd just been through. That coupled with the injuries she'd received would make a Vigoroth slow down.

The ride to the center was a blur, as was the endless questioning by the chief and others of the police force. They'd all wanted to know if we'd actually squared off against the most notorious group of rapists Goldenrod had seen in years. 'At least I finally believe the story myself.' My mind still had trouble wrapping around the fact that I'd come out of that situation unscathed, as had Lou for the most part. Of course it wouldn't have happened without that Umbreon.

'Why, why would he risk his own well-being for two people he didn't know, much less one of my species? Did he have an alternative reason for his actions, or worst of all is he just a loose cannon when angered? '_I didn't have the easiest position with the rest of the force, since most of my other cases involved someone getting injured. I was treated like the plague at certain times, and assigned shifts to make sure I wouldn't interfere with other investigations. Only Lou had supported me, heck she'd been the one who interviewed me for the job. _'Get a hold of yourself girl!' On cue the doors open, a smartly dressed Blissey walking towards us, a slight frown upon her face.

"Alright which one of you used Recover or a potion?" She demands in an irritated voice, white shoe tapping the matching floor.

"What?" The look on my face must have been enough, as she lost her attitude and her stance changed to one of confusion.

"The Umbreon you brought in with the fractured ribs has already healed." She shook her head, the pink curls of hair framing her confounded expression. "We took an X-ray to identify the amount of damage. With each shot, the fractured bones slowly pieced themselves together, until his ribcage was whole once more. We're at a loss in explaining the occurrence, since no one had treated him yet. With your admittance to not healing him, the only thing that stands to reason is that they healed without any help."

My fur stiffened a sharp chill racing up my spine. 'That's not possible! Not even a seasoned Psychic type could heal themselves while out cold. Just what is he?' "Can I see him?"

She shrugged, her face returning to its normal, placent look. "I guess. Just inform us if anything else strange happens."

"Well what are we waiting for?" I shot out of my seat, Lou's voice catching me off-guard. The jackal was up, arms crossed over her bandaged frame, an impatient look on her muzzle. "I'm tired of sitting here, and I'm just as curious as you about this strange fox."

With some quick directions from the Blissey, the two of us quickly found his appointed room. Peeking through the reinforced glass, I can see the dark-type strapped to a standard looking hospital bed, black fur and glowing rings clashing with the almost pure white sheets. The rest of the room is white walled, with the only break being a small thermostat, neon green numbers reading a level 77°F (25°C). A tap from Lou breaks me from my observations, as she pushes me to the side and opens the door. She rushes in, her tail flicking in interest as she approaches the prone male, as I shake my head at her direct approach. 'Like a Donphan in a China shop.'

Returning my attention to the Umbreon, I see his feet twitch, a low growl sounding from his throat. A rush of cold air blasts the entire room, a glance at the thermostat showing a temperature of 29°F (-1.67°C). 'He dropped the room temperature by 48 degrees by just growling?' Lou's ears are titled in confusion, eyes wide as she too realizes how strong this little guy is. Before either of us can voice a concern, his eyes snap open, head jerking up as he comes to. Those black eyes scan to room, stopping briefly on Lou, then to me, his body language broadcasting his leeriness and panic.

"Whoa there little one, you are safe now." His eyes lose their fear, before he adverts his gaze from mine, focusing on the doorway. As if a cue, in walks a rather chubby looking Drowzee, his attire of a white lab coat and black slacks with yellow stripes marking him as one of the doctors for the Goldenrod medical branch.

"Ah good, our mysterious patient is finally awake!" He waddles over to the prone feral, which stiffens as the doctor's hand reaches out. "Here, let me get those straps off. They must be uncomfortable." His smile sends a chill up my spine, not seeming at all joyous at the fox's awakening.

"If you don't mind doc, I'll do that." Lou stops the Psychic type with a hand, motioning to the hostile look upon the Umbreon's muzzle. "He might trust me more."

"Oh, of course." He steps back, as my aura sensing friend gently tugs the straps loose. The Dark type slowly raises to all fours, multiple pops echoing in the room from his stiffened joints. "Thanks." He mutters, a slight cringe rocking his midnight form as a paw moves to his glowing forehead. Those inverted eyes snap towards the dream eater, cold and calculating.

"Try to invade my mind again, and I will leave you a mindless drooling sack of flesh and bone on the floor, you overfed fool of a psychic." The gleam in his eye further convincing us that his threat was not idle.

"He means it sir, please back off." I barely suppress another shiver, the cold starting to get to me, as I pull the shocked Drowzee away. I can feel him shuddering in my grasp, the stench of his fear filling my sensitive nose.

"R-right. Ahem, well sir you will be pleased to know you have been cleared from the hospital, and are free to leave." He pulled from my grasp, quickly moving towards the door, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have another patient to check on."

"Well, you're certainly one for first impressions." Lou commented, the door clicking behind the panicked psychic. "First you appear out of nowhere to save us, killing three wanted criminals in the process and injuring yourself. Then right after you regain consciousness, you threaten the life of the one doctor brave enough to confront you." I nod in agreement, as a frown crosses the Umbreon's muzzle.

*Sigh* "I apologize for my actions, however I have not enjoyed the past few years of my life. It seems that every which way I turn, someone wants to kill or control me." He stretches once again, his ebony tail flicking behind him in satisfaction. "Yet, I do not regret killing those fools. They were misguided, misshapen megalomaniacs who had to be removed, less they cause more mayhem for your city." A look of confusion crosses his features. "But why am I still free? Shouldn't you or someone else of the police force hold me in custody for murder?"

"I can answer that for you." I jump, seeing the fiery-orange form of the chief behind me. The Arcanine has removes his hat, his eyes hard yet relieved. "I am Chief Reynolds of the Goldenrod City Police Force, or GCPD for short. The three Pokémon you eliminated were being hunted by the entire department due to their sinister actions, and I was given full authority over the processing of the three by the city government. As such, by your courageous actions in saving two of my own officers, no charges will be filed against you, on one condition."

"What condition is that, sir?" The dark type asks with a raised eyebrow. Both Lou and I lean in towards the chief, eager to hear his decision.

"You will be required to work with the GCPD, more specifically my branch of the force. I've already determined that you will partner with Lou and Angel here."

'No way! I never expected the Chief to pull something like this.' I glance at Lou; her eyes alight with wonder and excitement at the thought of a new partner. Quickly we look back to the dark type, the look of utter confusion amusing me. Chief extends his paw to the surprised eeveelution, a rare smile across his rugged features. "What do you say?"

"Why not?" The paw is placed, a brief shake sealing the deal as my mind races at the knowledge of his acceptance. "This could prove to be interesting in the long run." He jumps off the white mattress, sauntering over to me. "You must be Angel." He nods his head in greeting.

"Eh.., oh yes I am." My mouth seems to work against my brain, stalling out at his question. I blink a few times, recovering enough to spout out, "And you've already met Lou." I point a black claw at the jackal, which waves in response. "What may we call you?"

"Oh! I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier." He kneels down, enacting a formal greeting for ferals. "My name is Frost Obsidian."

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The chime of an elevator is heard, the pale grey doors opening to reveal a rather disinterested Gligar, dressed in simple street clothes. He exits the contraption, glad to have left behind the consistent pounding in his head that was the club music, while the image of the scantily clad Charmander floats around his mind. 'That is one fine ass she's got! I'll have to pay her a visit after my report.' He focuses back on the task at hand, shrugging in indifference at his results. It cannot be his fault the reconnaissance of the three lug heads had turned up a disaster, the trio wiped out by one feral. Nor did it help that the GCPD was crawling all over the place, questioning anyone who looked suspicious.

Taking his sweet time traversing the ebony walls and ruby-red carpeted floors, he arrives in front of a single wooden door, the sounds emanating from it informing the poison-ground type that he was interrupting dinner. 'He is going to be pissed.' Shuddering at the thought, he pushes the door open, his eyes greeted with the sight of a large, mostly empty room. A puke-green couch and a single large armchair accompany the sparse sight, clashing with the walls and carpet, his eyes fixing on the pink tail swaying from one side of the seat, dancing an odd beat with its orange and cream dance partners, as the slurping of liquid mixes with the moans of satisfaction. The slurping halts, as does the tail, the creature attached to it sensing the presence of his underling.

"Report." Comes the silken, yet threatening command, the Gligar quickly kneeling before the occupied furniture, the moans of a female still present as her tails coil around the single finned one.

"Sir, the trio you wished to obtain was decimated by the GCPD this evening. Although they had beaten two decently trained anthros, the trio fell in record time to a single feral. It is unknown what his ties to the police are."

*Sigh* The displeased sound fills the ears of the ground and poison type, his body shivering in absolute terror. His leader waited a few seconds before replying, "Anything else, you incompetent imbecile?" Another pause, in which he lets the fear of his underling grow, delighting in the clinking of his thug's carapace. "Then leave."

"T-thank you, sir." The scorpion stands up quickly, as if a Krabby had pinched his tail. He scrambles out the door, thankful for his bosses forgiveness. Many others had not been so lucky in failure and their remnants remained as black smudges in the carpet, a grim testament to failure.

Once alone, the Gorebyss lets out an exasperated sigh, his plans to recruit the three rapists going up in flames after the latest report, making sure to keep grinding his breeding tool into the silken tunnel of the enraptured Floatzel above him. 'That feral sounds strong though, to have beaten all three of them so easily. I wonder if he could be convinced to work for me.'

Shoving the newly formed idea to the back of his mind, he repositions his needle-like mouth, stabbing back into his partner. His arms hold the shivering Floatzel still as his appendage sinks into her neck, as she howls in surprise. He settles back into his chair, throat expanding and contracting as he drains the female weasel of her body fluids, his grinding increasing in vigor. She struggles to maintain pace with him, weakening with each mouthful of life stolen. 'Mm, so delicious.'

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