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Pokerev: Raid On the City, Knock Out Evil Tusks IV |
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The man had been a grunt for several years. Stealing pokemon was his job because he was good at it. This time however, he and his compatriots had a bad feeling.
"Grunt, hurry up." Someone near the front of their line called.
Far out in the forest they could hear creatures howling, the tone sounding almost like screams from hell.
"Hey, I said Hurry-" the voice was cut off by a scream as he was dragged into the forest.
The remaining grunts gathered together, standing back to back.
"What the hell was that?!"
"I think I saw something move!"
Howling again, closer.
A tingling on the back of his neck warned him, and he dodged forward, as a black tendril reached from the ground and pulled in another grunt- or would've if the hole had been large enough. Instead, the tendril slammed him into the ground repeatedly until a wet snapping noise was heard, then the man was pulled into the darkness.
Only three were left. The howling was much closer, and with it came the sound of wings.
The three remaining grunts were scared still, as more then a hundred pairs of yellow eyes stared at them from the the forest.
"Hound, Houndoooooom"
Four of the eyes lifted and released a cry that would've sent fear into any human. The sound of wings grew louder, and another cry joined with that of the creatures surrounding them.
"Giraaaaa" Another shadow grew behind them, enormous with the other grunts dangling from its tendrils.
Another large creature, a Charizard, touched down and its flame shed light on the predicament.
They were surrounded by a black, hellhound looking pokemon. They all looked crazed, their eyes showed no pupils, and the thing to the back of the grunts was a large, dark colored dragon.
"Giratina"
"My thanks, all." said a voice from the Charizard. The hounds released another cry, and as if it was a signal the bearer of the voice stepped down. His, because the voice sounded male, face was shrouded in darkness, with only a strange blue light emanating from his eyes.
"Return that which you have stolen." The... thing... in front of them ordered.
This grunt knew that there was something angry- he emptied everything, gave all his own pokemon as well as all he'd ever stolen that he'd kept. He didnt know if his companion were doing the same, but he would do anything to survive.
The pokemon released themselves some how, and the small feminine one rushed over to the figure. The figure lifted the pokemon in its arms, and returned to the Charizard.
The large black creature was returned to darkness, the hounds howled....
All that was found by the police checking the area were scraps of cloth and spatters of blood- nothing else even could draw parallel to what had happened there. When it appeared on the television, Oak knew that something had happened, and felt a sor t of dark joy that he quickly stamped out.
Another dark figure in the lab said to him, "You'll need to work on his temper- otherwise he might do what you're trying to use him to stop."
Oak looked at the area which such a dark thing had happened.
"That may be just what we need for now."
 Azzy Rael · Sun Dec 19, 2010 @ 05:48pm · 0 Comments |
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