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_ Chapter 5 _

" Bring out yer dead" - Monty Python

1542hrs, 14 February 2010, Sunday

"Whaddaya want?" Came a rather rugged urban dialect from behind the door.

"I'm here for work. Here's my pass."

Dimitri pulled out a little card from an inner pocket, indicating he worked for Davis. A moment later he heard metal bolts shifting behind the frame as the bulky Machoke shoved the door open, granting the Breloom entrance.

"Da boss is busy, you best have a good excuse to interrupt him G!"

His accent was off-putting, the Machoke was probably a thug Durai hired, and one of little etiquette or elegance. Dimitri followed the instructions of the doorman as he made his way to the flight of greyed stone stairs. His claws were feeling jittery, but then again how many people would stand up to someone else twice as strong, as well twice as huge, not to mentioned surrounded by greater numbers?

He managed to rouse himself from the galling possibilities that this potentially could turn sour quickly.

"Get a hold of yourself Dimitri. It's not like the first time you shot up the bad guys." He muttered to himself, in a little frustration. Although all this was in another lifetime, he was another person altogether back then, but still.... There had to be something from his former self that still had that killers eye, but was he just a shadow now?

It had been awhile since he had used a gun, or even a custom thing like those guitars. There was also no way to know if they worked as he hadn't tested them, there was still a risk that one might shock him, or worse, explode in his arms, some hero he'd make then.

He made his way up a flight of stairs to the ground floor, where the stadium was, fairly vast with many backstage rooms that were sectioned off, clearly this area being one. Dimitri decided to forgo the formalities of knocking, pushed the door open to a large room or more like a small hall, probably seventy by seventy feet at first guess. The overhead tube lighting ran along the ceiling, and the room had a center clearing with tables and sofas littering the sides, red carpet lining the entire floor.

"Ahhh, Dimitri my boy, I'm so glad you made it."

The Rhyperior sat on an ornamental chair with solid gold trimmings, rather Egyptian in design probably to fuel his god complex probably, if it could be called that. Two nude Lopunnys were with him, each knelt on one knee, and just as a roman emperor would have been one of the Lopunnys was feeding him grapes while the other caressed the rocky plates upon his chest. They giggled away with hearty bouts of laughter now and then, which made their bosom jiggle, although he wasn't looking for it, it was hard not to notice.

Dimitri cautiously approached as strange feeling overcame him as if his strength was slowly being sapped just by being in Durai's presence. The bulky bastard could intimidate the most hardened of fighters. He gritted his teeth, deciding to pay no attention to it. It was just a little anxiety, he told himself.

"Yes, I do have an important job." Dimitri replied, taking a moment to scout the room.

Jason was to his left, forty feet away, Marcel was in the corner, and to his right a dangerously obese Snorlax crashed out on the floor, maybe a drink too many there. No doubt the fat thing could do some heavy damage if he got anywhere close, provided he had enough of his sober state remaining. A little further right was a bizarre looking Buizel with two symmetrical scars along his face, wearing an out of fashion bowler hat and white cuffs. The creature had black leather leg straps and a number of throwing knives mounted to it, which were probably his weapon of choice. It seemed Durai had less guards than Dimitri had expected, but there weren't any questions around the matter that these were pretty hardcore and more than probable his personal hand picked choices.

His eyes shot wide open as a surprising sight caught his attention, Glacie lay suspended against the pillar in the corner. He wondered what the hell she was doing there, but as long as no one knew they were associates he might still have the element of surprise. She seemed a little worn and roughed up. She must had been caught trying to do something, he couldn't be certain of her condition but it was a given she was unconscious.

The door opened as a small breeze blew in the scent of cigar which slowly filled the room, such a foul stench he thought. A shifty looking Seviper slithered into the room smoking like a chimney as the rotten cancer stick hung lit from his mouth. There was more he was dragging somesome behind him.... Ami! She was leashed with collar around her neck.

There numbers were indeed increasing. Now there were a total of six, including Durai himself. Durai at this moment was way too preoccupied by his two, for the politer word,female escorts. The shot was completely open but he couldn't take the chance in case the Lopunnys were hit. There was still that doubt in his mind. His accuracy was fine, but it was down to whether the alignment was off by a millimeter or so on the barrels he burrowed into the guitar necks. A stray bullet could hit those Lopunnys.

"Anything you have seen or heard remains within these four walls, I hope that's clear. Now what do you want, Dimitri? Can't you see the boss is busy? You outta get down rigging the shit before the concert." Jason asked with an irritated look on his face.

Now Dimitri knew who he wanted to smoke first. He stared at Marcel as he grabbed the metal stick mounted to the guitar. He had once heard Ami refer to it as a tremolo, but trigger was good enough for him.

"Yes, everything I have seen and heard will remain within these four walls. Heh..." The Breloom quickly forced the weapon up and pulled back the tremolo as bullets flustered out in rapid succession. Short popping sounds echoed out from the guitars neck and within a blink of an eye he drew a multitude of streaming red spurts from the creatures back, like a red water sprinkler system. Agonizing screams left the Zubat's mouth as his flesh was torn into. A moment later Marcel collapsed face first with a small thud staring at Dimitri in shock, most of his spinal column severed and embedded with magnetic rocks.

With a final breath the Zubat who was still in shock in a pool of his own blood muttered away. "What the... hell... was ... fuck... Dimitri you you bas...." That was all he got out before he expired.

Jason made a desperate dash for cover, and Dimitri pivoted, the magnetic rounds burst out, the impact as the hammer hit the bullet powerful enough to blow the rocks out with enough force to tear through the Scyther's tough skin, his leg coming away mid-flight as it spiraled blood. Jason plummeted to the ground, his final vision as he turned to face Dimitri a gaping hole drilled into the base of the guitar before the back of head exploded away sending thick sludgy brain bits all over the floor.

The two Lopunnys screamed in shock and fear, all the violence and bloodshed, they were quick to make a run for the door, crying and covering their heads. Ami was in a state of shock herself. Was this really the Dimitri she knew? All this time what she had assumed to be a gentle fantasist, she would have never imagined him to be capable of this. Were the images she saw of his missions not fantasies he had created to make himself feel like a hero? Were they actually.... Memories? She couldn't make heads or tails of it, the last thing she wanted was seeing these actions being the death of her stupid friend? Why did he think he could even stand up to these monsters? She stood next to the Seviper partially traumatized, feeling her heart thumping like a ram against her ribs.

Durai stood up and knocked over his chair in a fit of rage, shouting to the Snorlax. "Get up you fat fuck! What are the rest of you doing, kill that bastard!"

Something was going seriously wrong. One of the pressurized fuel canisters of the flamethrower was leaking or something. Strands of flames swept out and began regulating like serpents, in a large circle around him. He had no time to think of a logical reason in the heat of the battle, but this probably only fortified his defense provided the guitar didn't explode, an unexpected result but one that may benefit.

Dimitri wondered why he was getting so weak and so fast. It was fair that he was out of practice but this was so overwhelming, it was taking him too much strength to keep up with all this and the fight had only just begun. Dimitri couldn't place his finger on it but the weight of the guitars and the car battery combined wasn't helping.

"What the hell was that?" The Rhyperior glared at Dimitri, sweeping him up and down.

The Buizel was stalking Dimitri while keeping a fair distance, his eyes squinted as he observed the Breloom.

The Seviper was quick to draw his machine pistol as he forced the trigger back, letting the bullets loose, while the Buizel snatched up a dagger from his thigh, and flicked it out with a quick snap of his wrists.

Dimitri knew it was time to play his trump card, and his tail quickly swung up, striking across the Fender's strings strapped to his back. A strange blue wave resonated almost visibly, which gave off a subtle effect, emitting a static sensation within the room. Dimitri estimated ten minutes before the battery would fail.

The bullets and dagger came soaring, but they began slowing in midair, before ricocheting away in the direction they had come from. Several bullets shot through the Seviper, blowing cleanly through his body and sending streaks of blood through the other side. The Buizel on the other hand was fast enough to react and was able to gracefully snatch his own dagger as it came back at him. It seemed he would be far more problematic.

Ami watched on, not knowing if this was a nightmare. Why would someone go to such an extent for someone like her? She took a few steps back from the corpse of the Seviper and avoided getting the blood on her shoes.

"You die now, boy!" The Buizel laughed.

Dimitri rethought his plan, seeing the Buizel was making an advance without any of his knives. The Breloom took careful aim, firing a few rounds at him. The creature weaved through the flames, shuffling between each round with remarkable reflexes, and suddenly took to the air, letting out a sound attack to counter Dimitri's partially sonic magnetic field.

"Take this you bitch!"

Dimitri made a quick evasion in the nick of time as the wave tore through the magnetic waves. The sonic blast crashed into the ground, cracking the flooring. It resonated outwards, rattling his body right down to the bone.

The shockwave ripped through the entire room, as cracks exploded on the walls. Ami dropped to her knees from the pressure, and let out a small whelp. Even though the attack missed its effects were apparent, the Breloom was completely shaken, leaving him wide open. The waves and flames died down around him and left only a dark circle of scorched flooring around Dimitri.

The Buizel began his descent, pulling back his arm to finish Dimitri with a single airborne attack.

Somewhere, Ami was screaming.

Then as if out of nowhere the Buizel erupted into flames, letting out a horrific cry of pain as his flesh burned.

At that moment Dimitri's focus restored, as if Ami's voice had brought strength to his body. He pulled the guitar upwards, to let fly a barrage of rounds into the incoming Pokemon. His body shredded away midair as chunks of his burning flesh tore from his carcass, landing with a sickening thud. The hunk of flesh was barely recognizable, smoldering on the floor before Dimitri's feet.

The Breloom turned his head to see a smile greet him as Glacie had come to, trying to give him the thumbs up with her claws tied, before slipping out of consciousness once more.

A large Pokemon was making his way towards Dimitri, and despite the Snorlax's obese sluggish appearance it was more than capable of mass destruction. Dimitri cocked his head to the side in amusement before easing back the trigger on the guitar.

The bullets rained all over the blubbery pokemon, as Dimitri kept on unloading the rounds into him, but to Dimitri's surprise they were having little effect. The Snorlax's fat was absorbing the bullets' impacts before they managed to reach anywhere critical. Then the rounds stopped firing all of a sudden.

"Shit."

Dimitri discarded the guitar to the side. He had no more ammunition, and he wasn't sure how he could have been so stupid to waste so many rounds over the fight. Dimitri wanted to save the missile for Durai, but at this rate he would have nothing left for Durai. Dimitri flipped a cap off the guitar case, revealing two hidden buttons.

"Haha pipsqueak, you can't hurt me!" The Snorlax laughed with his dumb voice.

"I'm pretty sure I can. Want to try me out?" Dimitri replied, and pressed the button.

The end of the case tore off as a missile blasted towards the Snorlax, planting itself into the creature's stomach. The Snorlax let out a loud disgruntled groan, looking at the small rocket half embedded in his belly as traces of blood seeped from around the edges where it had penetrated.

"Got anything else, short stuff?" The Snorlax laughed at Dimitri recovering enough to have that particular chuckle, and get a few words out even.

Dimitri raised an eye. "Oops, I forgot this...."

He pressed the second button causing a large ear piercing explosion to blow through the Snorlax as his blubber and entrails splattered out, decorating the ground behind the Pokemon and a small area around him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell backwards.

Dimitri had meant for a bigger explosion, but it still worked. He stared at Durai and rubbed the Snorlax's evaporated fats off his lips.

"I would never have imagined a runt like you, to be such a pain. Something tells me you have done this before. So with all that said, who do you work for?" The Rhyperior was staring at Dimitri as he made his way towards him with slow steps that caused small vibrations along the floor. He stopped ten meters from Dimitri. "So ...... who is it? Central Pokemon Intelligence? The Police? Maybe a mercenary? What is it?"

"No one. You just have the girl I want free, it's as simple as that." Dimitri was almost like a different person, but this was a sickening creature that stood before him after all. "I'm just an idiot who wants to play hero. So are we ready then?"

"Is that so?" Durai raised his enormous fists. "So shall we tango, my boy? Or do you prefer salsa?"

"Neither. I prefer Carinosa."

Dimitri dropped the Gibson case and brought his tail to remove the Fender from his back and unclip the battery. He immediately felt lighter and more nimble on his feet.

Dimitri quickly circled the battle hardened Rhyperior with rapid footwork, this was going to be difficult, there was no way his fighting would match up to the Rhyperior's overall strength, even if he did have the species advantage over ground types. Dimitri had never bothered with any close combat, and there was no point taking the beast head on, he had to think of how to win fast and without going blow for blow. But there wasn't an option now, it was unavoidable. There had to be a way of beating him. Dimitri knew he had speed over him which he had failed to utilize on those previous occasions, being so out of practice, but he had to focus this time.

Dimitri skidded, altering lunges at Durai with a flurry of ridiculously high speed attacks. Though they lacked the punch other Brelooms did, his claws were still fairly sharp. Dimitri's claws stretched three meters to his range, but the Rhyperior deflected several strikes while the others that did connect seemed not to affect him in the slightest. Durai was growing further angered as he took every single blow to realize there was no need to parry them.

Durai pivoted on his foot, letting his tail whip Dimitri clean off his feet and hurling the smaller pokemon smashing through a few chairs and tables.

Dimitri lay flat out on his back as he pushed the wood fragments aside under which he ended up half buried and staggered to his feet. He was little stunned as he shook his head to regain composure.

Dimitri caught sight of the tail swinging around again just in time to duck, a gust swished over his head as he thrust to the side, narrowly evading a punch that followed up. It missed his chest, but it wasn't his chest that Durai had struck at.

The Breloom soon found the room to be upside down as he dangled by his own tail, suspended by the Rhyperior's grip. Dimitri flung another few futile strikes, but it brought not even a flinch to the beast. He suddenly felt his body swung in a half circle and launched like a missile, sent several meters into the wall with enough force to break off the plastering as his helpless body bounced off it.

Durai clasped his hands together, sending a shockwave along the ground. Something was seriously wrong, the power that was coming from him was immense and growing. Ami shook her head, knowing what this install. To her fear she had only seen her master use this attack once before, and the results were.... Death....

She had heard him refer to it as the Rock Wrecker. Helplessly Ami watched in terror, wanting Dimitri to run, wanting him to forget about her, why didn't he? Why?

"Run you idiot!! Forget about me!!!!!"

Dimitri didn't reply, and Ami held her hands to her face. It was her fault all this had happened. It was her fault she had taken him into her limo yesterday. And it was her fault he would die today.

"Dimitri stop!!! Just get out ..."

A rock cluster began forming within Durai's hands, growing larger and larger.

There wasn't much time to think. Dimitri knew he could get a few valuable strikes in while the Rhyperior was open building his attack. He knelt down, then thrust with his legs, using his hip to throw more force behind his left leg, his clawed foot kicking his large opponent in the chest, and the momentum from that thrust spinning his body to bring his tail around and slam once more into the Rhyperior's chest with a big thud.

As soon as Dimitri fell back down he leapt away from Durai to a couch, whilst not neglecting to keep an eye on the forming attack. Finally the rock within the palms of the Rhyperior had become a boulder the size of himself. He was laughing, hysterically laughing. Dimitri saw it then, just what was coming... With a hastened last minute decision he dove his exhausted body over a nearby couch.

The huge boulder hit the ground just a couple of feet before the couch, and it exploded, flattening the tables and shredding through the couch, which absorbed some of the damage but was nowhere near enough. It blasted Dimitri back five meters into a wall as his body bounced smashed of it as the plaster landed on his abused form. The Breloom rolled along the floor to a lifeless stop. It seemed like it was over now, as his vision doubled and reality was fading fast. Had he come this far, and to find no avail?

Durai let out a small discontent cry as an orange plate on his chest cracked and tumbled to the ground. Having noticed it, Durai didn't want to waste any further time, he was equally exhausted after an attack of that magnitude, his body felt depleted. The Rypherior couldn't use any other abilities until he had time to recover. He walked up to the vulnerable Breloom who lay there as an inanimate token of the Rhyperior's victory. The conclusion was clear, the beast wished to finish it, as he reached down, grabbing Dimitri by the throat. With a snarl he lifted the smaller pokemon to his level, leaving the creatures legs to dangle helplessly beneath him. There was a little glee sparkling in Durai's eye as he began to tighten his clasp around the Breloom's neck, slowly crushing his throat. With no more fight left in Dimitri's body to even struggle, his eyes remained closed as his mind wandered far off, and his consciousness dwindled away into the pitch of black. Blood poured out of his mouth like water.

After all that....Could it really end this way?