The LAVENDER Team

Lavender Town...such a quiet place...Where many would know it for it's Pokemon Tower where several ghosts and deceased would rest. Stories of terror would warp around it over the knowlodge of such ghosts...But what would be comming no one would be prepared.

The day is 14th of October...the holiday of All Hallow's Eve is comming close...And this is attracting a creature from the depths of this dangerous holiday. Wearing nothing but a jacket, a monstrous scarecrow like beast arrives Lavender Town. Looking around the creature notices it's barelly populated. Seems emptier than the other places he has visited, true it has infected, but there's a lot less than the other towns.

The creature known as Halloween...a Cacturne that was infected long enough to being mutating slowly as decided that THIS is his home now, his territory...With a grin he walked towards a carcass on the ground and grabbed it dragging it over to the wall of the Pokemon tower and wrote in blood 2 sentences, when he finished...he read them out loud...

"Trick...Or...Treat...Give me something sweet to eat..."

Torrent twitched in his half-awake state. He lifted his head to look for some intruder, but when he found none, he sighed. House is creaking again...

The house he had lived in as a member of his owner's team was the only refuge in the world he had left, and yet it was the place he detested the most. His mate, his comrades were all slaughtered here, and his daughter missing. All at this damned place. He looked about, the furnishings still relatively usable, remembering better times.

His eyes rested on a curvy musical instrument, a cello as he remembered Sil calling it, and found the nostalgia too much to bear as he stood to lumber over to it. It was still in good enough shape, though he knew the dried blood caked on it tarnished the wood finish. He gently plucked a string, making the instrument whisper a low, sweet note. It seemed that its caretaker's tuning abilities hadn't worn off just yet...

It was then, in the comfort and warmth of reminiscing, that he felt a strange chill down his spine; morbid curiosity making him go to the window to see what was out there in the quiet town. It was odd; beyond the Infected that destroyed everyone he held dear, there were few Infected within the confines of the sleepy town. Just his luck, he figured.

The sound was an awkward, disgusting squishing, dragging sound, and upon glancing at the window, he saw a cacturne -or something like it- dragging a corpse along the wall of Pokemon Tower like a giant macabre paintbrush. He curled his lip. Is nothing sacred anymore? he thought grimly. The nerve of some punk-ass twit to go around and graffiti on the Tower. He viewed it as the last hope the living pokemon had; eternal peace. What living pokemon would go and tarnish that if they weren't just being a prick?

His over-sized muscles twitched with anger, wanting to go bash the little turd's face in to show him a lesson. But then again, he may as well wait and let the Infected from the bordering routes to come and eat him. After all, he deserved it. Asshole.

He turned away from the window and quietly lay back down, mulling over his thoughts and regrets, as normal. Waiting for something to happen.

Mother shivered. The cold breeze made shivers crawl up her spine in the darkness. She was hiding behind an old house, finding the door locked so she couldn't get in. She would've tried to go into a different house, but the knowledge that there was another presence around made it all too much dangerous and frightening for her to move. She hope that it wasn't an infected.

Curiosity was beginning to get the better of her as she slowly moved to the edge of the house, peeping over to see what was there. The caliginosity was blurring everything in her view- but one this was certain. There was someone out there.

It's figure resembled something like a person, yet it had a long 'hat' thing on it's head. It had long spikes protruding from everywhere on it's body. She couldn't help but think about Tamato and Petaya berries, both were spiky like this silhouette she was staring at. She felt her stomach growl in hunger. Oh how she loved the spicy taste of the Tamato berries in the Fall.

She quietly stepped towards another house, quickly yet silently skipping to it. She didn't know if the figure she saw was an infected or not, although it did certainly smell like one. As she hopped to the house, she felt her foot slip on a rock, making her face plant on the ground with a thud. She froze. What if the thing near the tower had heard her? She laid there silently, her body paralyzed by fear to even move.

(Ooc- I take it we're going with the older version of the Pokemon Tower, and not the gen IV radio tower?)

Noir was resting against an old, unkempt grave. There were old flowers and plush toys on the other ones, but not this one...this one was bare and cracked...and that's why he chose it.
This pokemon was alone in life, as he was now.
"Wouldn't mind some company, would you?" he muttered, gazing at the ground underneath him. He shifted his weight and craned his neck back, trying to read the name on the marker, but it was too dark.

He sighed heavily, laying his bone club on the ground next to him. His stomach was growling loudly, and the hunger pains were making him angry. He had tried to sneak to the Pokemart for food earlier, but there were some Growlithe that had been covered in blood, roaming about...and he didn't want to get near them. They smelled...very wrong.
"At least this place is safe...these dead pokemon won't get up."
He looked about at all the graves, new and old, and began to whimper.
He crawled over to the neighboring grave, which had a gnarled plushy of a Pikachu. Its happy face was worn and faded, and the fur was really matted.
The Cubone sniffled loudly holding the stuffed animal out in front of him, gazing into its serene and tattered face.
I wonder how many happy times you had with your owner.
I bet they loved you alot...
Letting out a forelorn cry, he clutched the yellow toy to him and collapsed in sorrow.
He held the toy close to him as he continued to weep, the mournful sounds echoing loudly throughout the building.
As his tears began to flow freely down his face, they fell and were caught by the faded fur of the bright little pokemon in his arms.

Eat...Sweet Treat... The words escaped from the Cacturne's torn lips as he was drawing two figures kneeling near of the door. He let go of the dead body and stepped back to see his "work", seemed to be satisfied...Halloween kneeled putting his hands together as if praying. Suddenly a thud like sound attracted his attention, Halloween's eyes moved towards what looked like a Marowak that fell on the ground. He sighed grimly. "Probably another stupid infected that can't keep on his feet" he thought...

After a few minutes, Halloween stepped up and walked towards the Tower, he tried to push or pull the doors but they were closed. He seemed to smile...Halloween walked around the tower to make sure it was well locked, as if guarding it. He looked into a window and tilted his head as he saw movement...Something was inside the Pokemon Tower...The Scarecrow Pokemon stepped back and jumped stabbing his arms on the wall, he started to climb the wall using his own arms and spikes to cling to the wall while climbing.

He was able to find an opened window, swiftly Halloween opened the window slidding inside singing in his raspy voice Trrriiiick or treeeeaaat...Giiiiive me something sweeeeeeet tooo eaaaaaat.

Torrent lifted his head at the sound of the "thunk" outside, and something compelled him to take another look out the window. He no longer could see the dick who was vandalizing the Pokemon Tower, but there was a small silhouette nearby; it looked like it had just tripped and was lying on the ground. Torrent would have dismissed it for a clumsy infected had it not stayed on the ground completely still as it shivered a little in fear.

The large dragon sighed. There were two options he could go about this: either leave the renegade to its own devices and chance it breaking in and unveiling his cover or bring it in and chance it... unveiling his cover. He groaned; his other teammates were much better at making these decisions. Regarding social interacting, he was... not the best.

Still, it was the first living thing he'd seen since he came back from Johto, and he wasn't sure how often that chance would arise again. Who knew, the thing out there may be useful. He stood and cracked his neck, stretching. It had been a while since he went outside anyway.

Getting out and being subtle, though was necessary in this new world, he did not particularly have those skills. He awkwardly walked on all fours, keeping low, and quietly crushed the heads of nearby infected rattata that tried to swarm him. There was a small tussle, but not enough sound was produced to attract more.

He quickly made his way to the still figure on the ground and gently shook its back. "...Hey. Get up. You need to move. I have a place to hide. Get up while it's still safe."

She was still face flat on the ground, paralyzed as she felt the vibrations of footsteps coming towards her. By the feeling of it whoever was coming towards were was probably large and bulky. She heard the crushing of bones and small squeaks from Rattatas as the presence stood near her, shaking her. "...Hey. Get up. You need to move. I have a place to hide. Get up while it's still safe."

Mother turned her head to look up. She was right. The figure was large, and yellow too. Carefully examining the newcomer in the blurry darkness she concluded that this living Pokemon was a Dragonite. Living. She quickly yet silently stood up, dusting excess debris off her skull head. The Pokemon in front of her was alive, not dead or infected like all the others she'd seen. She felt overjoyed.

"A place to hide?" she asked, curiously. She glanced around, making out her surroundings more easily now that her eyes had adjusted to the lonely darkness. The spiky thing was gone now, and she could see the large Pokemon Tower. "Is it one of the houses?" she asked, there weren't a huge amount of houses here, but there seemed to be enough for people to properly populate the town. She looked back to Torrent. "If it is, which house is it?" Mother asked. She could feel the gloom that hung in the air. 'This is where dead Pokemon are laid to rest, after all.' she thought.

Sniffling, he crawled to his knees, still holding the Pikachu close.
He peeked around the musty tombstone he had been leaning on.
I thought I heard something...
He thought, confused, after scanning the entire room and seeing nothing.
The stone was cold underneath his paws. He realized just how abnormally chilly the tower was as he saw his breath form in front of him. He clung to the plush tighter and shuffled back until he felt the cold tombstone behind him.
Sniffling, tears rose back into his eyes as he began to pet the little Pikachu in his arms.
He absently stared out the dirty windows, lost in his grief.

Smiling sadly, he looked into the eyes of the plush.
"Only one is a wanderer; two together are always going somewhere."

The Blind Painter drags his tail across the stones in the pattern of complicated swirls and dashes that would tell any other Smeargle exactly where he was going and why he was here. He doesn't notice the way the pale purple paint blends to invisiblity on the lavender stone houses.

His white fur is fluffed up agaist the cold wind as he sniffs the air. The entire town stunk to him, the scent of those strange ones, moving but not living. However he had been warned before he had travelled this way. The Pokemon tower, one of the few places where final rest was still final. Cketch keeps close to the walls, moving in a slow but steady stride. The sound of his paws on the shattered streets was quiet but steady as he stealthily creeps closer.

Ahead he smells a dark leathery scent and ahead is a large figure over a smaller one with a curved shaped head. Chances are it was one of them and it's prey. The grave dirt dulled his sense of smell and he could not rely on it simply being a living pokemon trying to hide.

Cketch moves close to the rough stones of the pokemon tower as he holds his tail at the ready, ready to attack if something moves too suddenly. A warm wet drop falls into his hair. The Smeargle leaps back hurriedly, expecting the snap of hungry jaws or the burn of acid. When neither of those happens he manages to scan the side of the tower and finds it empty he wipes away the drop and sniffs it. Blood. Fresh blood.

He tilts his head back to sniff the air and curls his lip in digust. He can't read the message but he can tell that something has dragged a corpse over the rough stones in some form of design. 'That is not art.' he thinks 'That isn't even funny'

"Come with us....follow us down the bloodied red path...come with us."Ihanen said with his usual crazed smile.He knew there were living beings around but he was unsure about what to do about it.As the insane creature walked about he listened for any approaching pokemon.Although his selves were bored he was not in the mood for a fight, the infection however had made his hunger intensify when he caught the smell of living flesh both inside and outside the tower.

'Greetings.... he thought projecting the message to all minds around the town hoping one would acknowledge him.Silently he listened for any signs of them coming to him or perhaps just wandering past.For he did not wish to fight but he was hungry, oh so very hungry.

Walking down stairs, Halloween was humming softly while running the claws through the building's wall. The Scarecrow pokemon was looking at the dark and quiet Pokemon Tower from the inside looking at the graves. All those pokemon now resting forever and ever.

Suddenly his senses targetted something, someone was crying...Seemed young. As his feet touched the cold cement of the stairs leading to one more floor, Halloween scanned the area with his blood red eyes. In between some graves there was a brown pokemon with a skull on it's head. A Cubone, but it seemed to be only a child...all alone in this night.

The Cacturne started walking towards the child, eventually the child didn't notice Halloween at first since he has decided to approach it from behind, once close enough, Halloween putted a hand on the child's shoulder, once the Cubone turned around Halloween took a candy from his pocket offering to the Cubone.

Trick or Treat

"You have a place to hide? Is it one of the houses?" the face-planter, which he could now see was a marowak, asked quietly. He nodded and made a gesture with his head in the direction of where the house was and paused as he listed to the sounds around them. There seemed to be something going on in the Tower, but it didn't seem like a good idea to just go barging around in there after the asshole that graffiti-ed. He hunkered back down and began to walk back to the house, keeping the marowak in his line of sight for... multiple reasons.

He slinked back in, and, after a quick check to make sure the house was still empty, he sighed and signaled the marowak in. After she came in, he sighed again and settled in his normal spot, keeping an eye on her and the window. "...So. You out looking for trouble or you just can't walk straight?" he asked, his deep baritone voice betraying no emotion. "You don't smell Infected. Where'd you come from, stranger?" His eyes stayed on her at this point, almost piercing straight through her.

Mother looked in the direction of the hand gesture to see the house he was pointing at. She nodded a bit. She carefully watched as he headed to the house, checking inside, then giving her the signal to come in. She swung her head around to see if anyone else was near them before the trotted to the door, entering inside only to find herself being interrogated.

"...So. You out looking for trouble or you just can't walk straight?" She felt embarrassment swell up in her chest. "Just tripped on a rock, that's all." she murmured, trying now to sound humiliated. It was bad enough that she tripped on a rock, even worse that she tripped on a pebble of all things but this stranger didn't need to know that.

She felt his glare pierce right through her as he asked another question. "You don't smell Infected. Where'd you come from, stranger?" She cleared her throat before continuing. "I lived near Cerulean, around the rocky mountain face of Route 24 and 25. And I'm not infected- it would be absolutely horrid if I was." she responded, a bit frightened at the idea of her even being near one of those disgusting creatures.

She then looked at the Dragonite in the eye. "Ahem.... Now that I've answered your questions, could you answer mine? I just want to know who you are and what that rotten smelling Petaya berry-like thing that was near the tower is." she frowned.

Greetings....
A sudden voice in his head made Noir jump.
What the!?

Out of nowhere, something cold and wet touched his shoulder, and then came a large bloody claw, right in front of him.
A horrible rasping sound came from something behind him.

"Trick or Treat"

"AAAAHHH!" Noir cried out, caught completely off-guard. He scrambled backwards and hit a tombstone. His skull helmet rattled and partially fell off. He could only see out of one eye socket, but what he saw made his heart jump into his throat.
"Gr-reat Darkrai! What!-" the young Cubone stuttered out in fear, gazing at the rotting countenance of a giant Cacturne, covered in blood.
Oh dear Moltres, this is it! I'm going to die!

The Cubone shivered in fear and closed his eyes tight, waiting for the creature to start tearing into him....

But that moment never came.
When he opened his eyes back up, the bloody creature hadn't moved. Confused, he adjusted his helmet.
He had dropped his Pikachu on the ground, close to the creature.
He gasped audibly, afraid of losing his new friend.
Hesitantly, he picked it back up, warily eyeing the Cacturne with every step...but the creature didn't move.
It still just held out its' claw, and watched him with glowing red eyes.

What does it want!? Noir thought frantically as he clung to his plush tightly.
He looked closer at its' claw and noticed something bright and shiny in the center. Slowly shuffling closer, he inched closer to it to see what it was offering him.

Finally, he worked up the nerve to reach in and grab the shimmering object. He slowly pulled it out and held it up.

It's...candy! Noir thought, confounded.
His jaw went slack as he looked up at the giant, freakish creature, looming above him.
He looked back down at the pretty shiny wrapper and held it close with both claws.
Nobody...has ever...given me a gift like this before...he thought, tears brimming in his eyes.
"...Th-Thank you..." Noir said, timidly, voice shaking, looking up into the face of the undead Cacturne.

Lavender Town|Night (2)


Cketch stealthily makes his way to the base of the tower, keeping his back solidly to the rough stones. He didn't trust this town, he had heard the stories. Besides he was here for one thing and one thing only.

The leathery scent is gone but the dusty scent of hot sand still lingered. Cketch turns his head to face the street. He missed the strident cries of the crobats, the soft hum of noctowl wings, the coos of the hoothotts at night. Now there was just the squalid silence of fear, punctured by the ocassional screams of those who could not hide well enough.

Cketch slips through the arched enterance of the pokemon tower. His fur stands on end. The dark does not bother him but for a second he thought he heard something, a wisp on the wind or just a fleeting fancy.
He swore he heard a voice say 'Greetings...' but he quickly diverted his thoughts from it. Hearing a strange voice in this place could only mean things are about to get worse.

Ihanen grinned crazily and began to walk his feet dragging slowly on the concrete stones.He looked up at the tower silently his mind projecting messages to those around him at random often things like 'we are here we are coming.' although this was not himself his true conciousness talking it was the infection in his brain.

Ihanen's feet dragged across the top of the steps as he walked up to the doors of the tower and pushed them open with his pyshic attack.Stepping inside he looked around the tower full of gravestones.it had been a while since he had been here.Calling out through his mind again.'Is any one here?' He wondered hoping someone may come to him.

As the Cubone looked at the candy, Halloween's voice unleashed a whisper that echoed out of his ragged lips. Eaaat...treeaat...

Looking at the chld's movements without making any himself, he waited untill the Cubone accepted his gift. Seeing the child grabbing the candy and seeming happy a smile appeared through his own blood covered face and patted softly the head of the Cubone as his voice sounded again
Sweet...

But suddenly he growled as he heard the doors opening, he was sure that the doors were locked away...someone must had forced the lock open and was starting to enter into this sacret place.

"Is any one here?" a voice sounded, although he wasn't sure if it was an actual voice or something from his mind. A figure with red eyes, long ears and a big nose was dragging himself in. The Cacturne pointed at the Cubone to go hide, even if the Cubone even tried to refused to hide, Halloween's growls would eventualy intimidate the young being enough to be aware this wasn't a mere threat but a warning.

While the Cubone was hidding Halloween remaid stactic and completely still...a wrong move from the Hypno and his demise would crash. Such would include crash tombstones, attack Halloween and if even the thought of harming the child would be in the new Infected's mind...Death would be the least of the Hypno's problems.

The marowak seemed a little... full of herself, Torrent observed as she spoke softly. But he kept his comments to himself as she explained herself, his gaze never leaving her except to glance occasionally out the window out of habit. He flinched when he heard a distant scream; that meant there was another living pokemon being confronted by one of the monsters... He vaguely thought of his own team, and how they were slaughtered here... right here... and he could do nothing...

"Ahem...." the marowak announced, bringing Torrent out of his grim thoughts, "Now that I've answered your questions, could you answer mine? I just want to know who you are and what that rotten smelling Petaya berry-like thing that was near the tower is." she said as she frowned.

Torrent shrugged his large bulky shoulders. "...My name is Torrent. I'd expect a little more respect for someone who brought you into their home, miss, but I guess that sort of old thinking is out of the window," he grumbled, his low voice sounding like a growl. "...As for the thing near the tower, I have no idea. I didn't pay much attention to it when it wrote on the tower wall. It can burn in hell for all I care." He cracked his neck as he stretched, his crippled wing moving little.

"Could I ask for your name as well, or are you gonna be huffy about it, too?" he asked, his voice always a strange, unreadable monotone.

"...My name is Torrent. I'd expect a little more respect for someone who brought you into their home, miss, but I guess that sort of old thinking is out of the window...As for the thing near the tower, I have no idea. I didn't pay much attention to it when it wrote on the tower wall. It can burn in hell for all I care." The Marowak frowned. "Apologizes... It's a pleasure to meet you, Torrent." She blinked.

"Could I ask for your name as well, or are you gonna be huffy about it, too?" Mother froze for a moment. Telling the Dragonite that her name was 'Mother' would've been... Awkward. But she inwardly sighed and stuck to it. "Er... Before the Epidemic, Pokemon used to call me 'Mother'." she murmured as she thought of a different alias for herself. "But that's awkward to say- so I suppose you can call me... Therese?" Therese. She liked the sound of it. It was a pretty name.

Suddenly, she had seen a lither figure slip inside the Pokemon Tower from one of the windows. She cocked her head to the side in curiosity. "It seems it's not just us and Mr. Tower-Painter out here." she looked back at Torrent. "I think there might be a living inside. The figure I just saw certainly seemed like one..." she hoped she was not mistaken. But from the dim light of the moon, it looked alive.

"Eaaat...treeaat..." The looming creature rasped.
Noir looked up at its' face warily as he slowly unwrapped the candy.
He popped it into his mouth and chewed, a flood of delicious caramel and chocolate saturating his mouth.
Happy tears came to the young Cubones' eyes as he chewed happily, savoring the flavor.
He looked back up at the Cacturne, who was now grinning.
"Sweet..."
He nodded and smiled back, still chewing.

Suddenly, Noir heard the doors open. He swallowed the candy and grasped at his Pikachu in fear. His new friend growled and motioned for him to hide.
The Cubone didn't argue.
Picking up his bone club, he scurried to a small broom closet on the far wall, and jumped in. He carefully placed his club down, not wanting to make any noise, and hugged his plush closer.
He peered out of the small crack and watched as what looked like a Hypno lumbered into the building with piercing red eyes.

With a soft swear Cketch leaps out of the doorway and hides behind a tombstone. The grave dirt crunches between his toes and he fights back the urge to apologize. The hypno moved far faster then he thought it would and, peeking from around the rough edges of the old tombstone he quickly uses his foresight on the pokemon's back. A normal pokemon would be a blessing right now.

As the invisible force darts back and forth he picks up details about his opponent. Matted fur of a shade much darker then that of the hypno's he has seen before. A slow gait that marked tsinted flesh. The eyes, eyes like he longed to have, focused not on him. The pendulum like a spider from a web under one hand.

Cketch slinks back into shadows, wishing he had thought to camoflauge the whiteness of his fur before entering. A sound from above merely makes him more determined to blend into the shadows. Whatever pokemon is up there is too far away for the blind smeargle to identify, even with his foresight, but the mingled scent of blood and hot sand turns his stomach.

Reminding himself that throwing up on the deceased was disrespectful Cketch picks his cautious way towards the stairs that would lead him upstairs. Ideally he would be able to pay his dues and the two woould fight each other to the death, or at least immoblility...Cketch reviews this thought, realising he doesn't even know if the sand smelling pokemon is one of Them and realises what a cynic he's become.
Better then being dead he reasons.

The voice almost makes his fur stand on end and Cketch realises that the hypno is calling out with his mind. Perhaps it was simply a lost traveller looking for a speck of hope...
No.
He can't risk it.
Cketch continues his slow creep around the psychic type. He needs to get into a striking position, then he can answer and see if this hypono was truely freind of foe.

Ihanen walked towards the Cacturne at the moment he felt no problem, until he smelled blood.'It's been so long since I last ate.' The Hypno thought to himself.This place was full of death but he sensed something living, something small and most likely helpless. Grinning widely he sidestepped the Cacturne and began looking for the Cubone.


'What little creature may be hiding here.'he thought towards the Cubone, hoping to scare it out of it's hiding spot as he looked about.Unfortunately for him he didn't realize he had also let the Cacturne hear his thoughts.After searching the whole room blindly he stepped towards the closet the Cubone hid in, it was obvious his hunger for flesh had taken over making him a very serious threat.

(OOC I give Permission to Venonat to kill Ihanen in his next post)

'What little creature may be hiding here?'

Halloween's eyes shot open as he heard those words flooding out of the Hypno's mind as the being was moving towards the closet where the Cubone was hidding. With a swift move Halloween unleashed a flurry of Pin Missile to get the Hypno's attention and catch him by surprise.

As the Hypno looked around, using a Faint Attack, Halloween rised behind the infected and slashed its back. A Grin spread through his face as he jumped back and opened his mouth as a swarm of glowing leaves flew through his jaws and attacked the Hypno like a swarm of locusts flying around the Hypno and stabbing and cutting all over. The blood dripping was making Halloween smile wider.

Once it was weak enough Halloween walked towards the Hypno and grabbed him lifting him up slamming his arm across the face of it a few times, a few slaps to make sure the Hypno was awake... Than he threw the infected up as the multiple thorns on his arm started glowing and become bigger and used Needle Arm striking the Hypno and make him crash against a wall.

This was just the beggining, Halloween standed and everytime the Hypno blinked Halloween came closer...and closer...and closer...And at the last step he disappeared...the Cacturne suddenly slammed the Hypno's face on the wall as he was standing right at his side. His Faint Attack made it look like the Cacturne appeared and disappeared. He than threw the Hypno against the ceiling and drilled it's body with Pin Missile.

Seeing the wounded infected starting to try crawl away he put his feet on it's back digging the thorns on the flesh...something caught Halloween's eyes...the Pendulum...

He grabbed on it and than on the Hypno making it get on it's feet than warped the string of the Pendulum around the Hypno's neck strangling the Hypno while Halloween made the Hypnotic Pokemon stare into his eyes...Halloween's bright blood red glowing eyes nearly revealed the pain, the slaughter, the loneliness he suffered...But most of all, it revealed the terror that Halloween could and would be...and right now, staring at his eyes would mean that DEATH is the Least of this Hypno's worries.

He grinned as he dropped the Hypno, the hypnotic beast tried to breath and crawl away but once again was being striked with powerful swipes from Halloween's Needle Arm, the Hypno's back was bleeding deeply with each new strike. Suddenly...Halloween heard something in his mind...

"Please...end my suffering."

The Hypno...it was him asking for it's own demise. Eventually it's former self was feeling the same as it's old self. Halloween put a foot on the Hypno's back as he stepped closer, than gently put a hand on the Hypno's chin and softly carressed his face, as a sign for the Hypno to not worry...all would end soon...And suddenly, from behind, he used Needle Arm stabbing the head of the hypno's back. His claws came out from the hypno's eye's, forehead and mouth. He than twisted the head, while making pressure on the back and tugged hard, not only Halloween broke the Hypno's neck but also he torn the Hypno in half.

He walked towards a cane left behind by someone and stabbed it on the ground near a wall. Than he stabbed the upper part of the Hypno's body on it, with the blood of the hypno he wrote on the wall, a warning to anyone. Punishment for not following the warning was to be tortured untill they would beg for Death...This place is of respect...Children must be respected...No one will mess with this place nor anyone will attack any children...Not while Halloween is alive. As he finished he took a step back and looked at his work.

Disturb not the ones that had lived. Or shall your body be tormented beyond what Darkrai can bring.

After this warning as been made...Halloween sitted on the ground and ripped the flesh from the legs of the Hypno and started to feast on his most recent prey...Pokemon Tower its his Territory...anyone that steps in will suffer!

(OCC: Permission given by shadowkatscythemister to kill the Hypno.)

"Er... Before the Epidemic, Pokemon used to call me 'Mother'," the marowak murmured uncomfortably. "But that's awkward to say- so I suppose you can call me... Therese?"

Torrent tilted his head as she said the name. While she was right; "Mother" would have been a little awkward -since she was probably younger than he was- he liked the other name she seemed to have come up with for herself. "Therese..." he repeated, lulling it around in his mouth. "...I like it. Should be easy to remember."

Therese's attention was soon captivated by the Tower once again, as she commented on the goings-on outside. "It seems it's not just us and Mr. Tower-Painter out here," she muttered and looked back at Torrent. "I think there might be a living inside. The figure I just saw certainly seemed like one..."

Torrent frowned. While he was perfectly content to stay inside and not risk his own hide for strangers he didn't even know were safe to go after in the first place, Therese seemed to... not be. Obviously, she had earned that "Mother" title some way or another, so he shouldn't have been surprised that she was so concerned. "...I don't know. You really want to go in there on a hunch?"

He shrugged and sighed, lumbering on all fours to the front door. "I guess it's better than sitting here awkwardly. We can go, if you really want to." He turned to look back at her, patiently awaiting her decision.

"...I don't know. You really want to go in there on a hunch? I guess it's better than sitting here awkwardly. We can go, if you really want to." Therese thought for a moment, then nodded. "If we find it's an infected, we can just rid the tower of one undead- and if it was a living, we can help them." she murmured. "And if we just stayed here and it was a living... If they got hurt..." she trailed off, feeling the point of guilt's needle poking at her mind.

She stole one quick glance of the tower again from the window before heading to the door and carefully opening it, clutching her bone club so hard her knuckles were turning white. She admits she had her fair share of battles but this time she wouldn't know exactly what she was up against and she felt fear tingling in her stomach.

She looked back to Torrent. "Let's go" she said it in a reassuring voice, mainly to somewhat reassure herself as she began to slink outside without a sound- this time making sure she won't trip on any rocks as she headed closer and closer towards the tower's entrance.