(ACE) The UNDER Team

“I am Blaze, the yellow one standing next to you is Koin and the one who tackled you is Delia. Would you mind sharing yours?” The strange bluish one, who called herself Blaze said. Before he replied he decided to get up. So he rolled over, the one call, Delia, jumped off him as to not get squashed by Sai’s Weight. Once he stood up he looked at each pokemon in turn, first to the yellow one who was called Koin. He wished he knew what kind of pokemon he was, but from the scent it was giving off, it was no doubt an electric type. Then to Delia, who had taken the shape of the bloodier version of Koin, though she could change her shape, she could not change her scent. Then finally to Blaze, he also wished to know what kind of pokemon she was, I fire type no doubt, it was easy to tell from the flame on the back of neck.

Once he was done he made a fist with his left hand and placed it on his chest. “My name is Sai.” Normally he would say he was the leader of the desert tribe after that, but he decided to keep that to himself for the time being. They seemed to be nice, though he had to keep his guard up, just until he knew he was able to trust them a little more. “May I ask where you are heading? I am new to this region and don’t know my way around as well.” He didn’t want to let on that he had never been in a city before, but they where bound to find out sooner or later when he started to ask many questions.

He could hear them scurrying around, now that the sun was gone. All the wretched souls that lost themselves to the sickness had come out to feed. They were ravenous and on the hunt and Cathal thought to hide his flamed tail so that his light wouldn't escape to the outside and draw attention to his location. It still cast shadows in the room, giving him just enough light to see shapes in the corner he was curled in. Sometimes, with the flickering of his flame, it seemed like the shadows would move and he'd find himself twitching, waiting for the attack.

He sighed, it was a good thing he rested just before the sun went down because will all the ruckus he was hearing outside it didn't seem like he would be getting any sleep in here. It was better to just keep low and keep alert, and pray that they didn't come searching inside. If anything came through that door, with his stress level right now it would probably be toasted in a matter of seconds. There was NO way he was going to die before he found his family.

Letting out a soft growl Cathal curled into himself tightly, wrapping his wings around his tail to keep in warmth and the light. 'Wherever you are...' he mused, looking out through the cracks of the roof into the night sky, 'I hope you are safe tonight.' He subconsciously reached for the scarf tied around his right arm, his only physical memento of his trainer Fenix. 'No matter what, I WILL find you.'

Delia quickly backed away from the long-snouted beast as she turned back to her normal look. She had never seen one, and though he looked menacing, all she could really focus on was his very round, succulent belly. She found herself staring and quickly brought her eyes away from the meat to actually focus on the pokemon himself.

He announced himself strangely after Blaze ever-so-politely asked for his name. The aforementioned muscle-beast had already introduced her, so there was no need for her to comment on her name... This was a good thing, since she was kind of drooling over the thought of all of that meat...

She shook her head and flicked her ears, listening to the lizard's story. "...You're in Ectruteak," she said softly, making sure that drool didn't ooze out of her like a moron. "We're just following the tower of muscles in front of you for our own entertainment." She looked over at said tower and watched her. She wasn't sure if Blaze would be too keen in simply opening her arms to a stranger like this, especially one that obviously had a type advantage over her. "You're not from here, huh? So where'd you come from? I haven't seen one of you here in this region." She took a tentative sniff of him from afar.

Koin nodded his head in recognition towards Sai as Blaze introduced him. It was odd to find another Pokemon within such a short time of losing a few- perhaps Arceus is watching over us. The Jolteon took quick licks over his fur to make it slightly cleaner, before proceeding to look around the area. Ecruteak was pretty much in smithereens after those two infected came into sight and destroyed it. The Burnt and Bell Towers stood no longer, having been rummaged through by the infected. Koin grimaced with sadness- those towers were dedicated to the powerful legendary Pokemon. With their towers crumbled, did it represent a sign that the legends would fall too?

The Jolteon tore his eyes away from the scene, not wanting to think about it. They had to keep living on; hopefully with the winter coming around, the epidemic would die away with the cold. He came into view with the Pokemon Center, their next destination to rest before going on. What was there? For a second he thought he saw a twinkle of fire, but it swerved out of view in a blink of an eye. Am I imagining it or...?

"You're not from here, huh?" Delia asked Sai. Koin looked at her sharply. Where did these manners suddenly come from? The Jolteon aimed towards Sai, sighing at Delia. She had an ulterior motive, he knew that. Oh Arceus, she'll be the death of me some day.

Blaze let the little fox answer the most of Sai's questions she seemed to be thinking which most pokemon that knew little of her thought was rare. This pokemon he seemed strong and if he didn't seem so hesitant maybe a leader. Despite how little she knew them and some certain dislikes that went along with Delia she couldn't leave them on their own. Delia would surley kill Koin and then somehow get herself killed. Maybe if this pokemon proved to be strong she could leave him with the two and return to her trainer who was surely in new bark waiting for her and once they reunited then she'd have to go. And she wasn't all that sure that the rest would want to come along.

The typhlosion glared at Delia when she said they where following her for their own amusment and simply snorted at the tower of muscles comment. "We're heading to the pokemon center," She explained, "It'll probably have some food stocks." Blaze walked toward it and spotted the fire that moved. what the...?

"You're not from here, huh? So where'd you come from? I haven't seen one of you here in this region." Blaze glanced back at the still hungry looking Zoura. She was curious herself to what was a pokemon like him doing here but she was more intrested in the moving fire and made her way to the pokemon center sniffing tentavily this place reaked of undead but something living made it's way to her nose. She peered in through the doorway barley putting her head in and ready to run at any attack.
She saw orange flesh and green wings a pokemon even Johto pokemon where familiar with, Charizard.

Sai didn’t like Delia, mainly cause she wanted to eat him no doubt. “I am a Krookodile, I hale from the deserts of Unova.” He was surprised that the Zorua didn’t know what he was since they came from the save region, but there where probably some pokemon in that region that he didn’t even know about. “And I know this place is called Ecruteak, I read the sign before coming in.” He was one of the few pokemon in the world that could read human writing. He learned without realizing it, and it comes in handy when he needs to know what something is.

Sai hadn’t talked to anyone since he first got here. Any pokemon he ran into ether tried to eat him, or flee in terror. So running into these pokemon was the first good thing that had happened to him. He decided to see if he could tag along with them, he could be of help in tough situations. He had good strong jaws that could bite through almost anything, and being able to read would also be helpful, so he wouldn’t know unless he asked. “Would you mind if I tagged along with you for awhile?”

The shadows...the shadows were getting closer. He could see them, hear them, something was coming. Cathal curled into himself tighter, adrenaline flooding his veins as he waited, ready for anything. There was more than one, they moved noisily outside. Was that voices he could hear? Couldn't be, could it? He had yet to find another uninfected pokemon since losing Fenix and Anubis but that didn't mean there weren't any out there. So close...

The door opened slowly, a haunting creak filling the silent air, Cathal held his breath. A flame popped in through the door, a bright, vibrant flame. The face turned to him and stared. He let out a low, threatening, warning growl. If it was infected, then it would surely have attacked him by now. He unfurled his wings and sat up, being sure to keep his flamed tail still hidden from view. It was a Typhlosion, he had battled several when going through Fenix's journey through Johto. They were usually very strong and intelligent.

"Who are you?" he asked, his deep baritone sounding even more menacing as it echoed through the silence. He might be lonely without his family, but he wasn't going to trust just anyone, uninfected or not. Seeming to be a threat was his best chance at assessing the situation from a distance. Though he shouldn't put the creature off as a potential ally, it could have information he could use.

Delia wasn't sure about the large "Krookidile" tagging along with them... She more she looked at him, the more it made her realize he would be another chaperone for them along this little journey. She had much more interest, however, in the flickering light in the Pokemon Center that Blaze had spotted. Is it another typhlosion? Just how many of those giants are around here...? she thought grimly to herself.

Upon Blaze opening the door, Delia, who stood behind one of her tree-trunk legs, the little fox could see that not only was the flickering light that of another typhlosion, but of a scarred dragon. She couldn't help a small shiver of fear and delight at beholding the humongous creature. He wasn't nearly as impressive as the black dragon, but she could still tell he was powerful... Delightful.

His rumbling growl of a voice asked who they were, and Delia grinned. Even his voice sent tremors through the very ground she stood on...! "The tower of muscles in front of you is Blaze," she began, coming out from behind the former's leg, "the yellow thing in the back is Koin, the... lizard..." she trailed off as she already forgot the species' name, "...is Sai, and I'm Delia. Pleasure to meet you."

She hopped on the counter nearby and sniffed for the scent of food --meat in particular. They were over here for another reason. "So, Mr. Dragon, you wouldn't happen to be hoarding any treasure, now would you...?"

"Would you mind if I tagged along for a while?"

"Not at all! The more the merrier," Koin responded to Sai. His new teammates were getting larger and larger with each new encounter, but it was true that staying together was the best option. And what were they to do- reject him and let him die off on his lonesome. The Jolteon shivered at the thought of sending the Krookidile to his death.

He watched as Blaze meandered towards the Pokemon Center, with Delia following. With the way the Typhlosion had stopped at the door, Koin felt something was wrong. We never catch a break, do we? He went into a crouching position, snooping forward softly. Whatever this new danger was, he'd take it on by surprise.

But he found it he didn't have to- it was a Charizard, another Kanto origin as he. Koin almost felt inclined to welcome himself right away, but the big thing was horrifying, with scars covering its entire body. It was almost scary to look at it. He had seen the miniscule Charmanders and thought those were cute.... but these Charizards were no laughing matter. "The yellow thing in the back is Koin..." The Jolteon resisted his urge to rebuke the statement, but he refrained. Delia was hopeless.

It was indeed pretty nice that another living had been found, but the way the Charizard was talking with its loud voice (singing lessons, maybe?), Koin knew that this humongous thing was on defensive. With that, he felt pretty defensive too. Why should he trust this Charizard if it didn't trust them?

"Who are you?" the dragon pokemon asked, his voice rumbled through the pokemon center. Blaze didn't look impressed but opened her mouth to answer him when a little fox answered for her.
"The tower of muscles in front of you is Blaze," The tower of muscles she was speaking of suddenly felt the urge to step on Delia's tail again just to shut up the cocky illusion pokemon. But she let her speak though annoyance did spark in her red eyes as she waited for Delia to introduce the rest.
"So, Mr. Dragon, you wouldn't happen to be hoarding any treasure, now would you...?"
Blaze rolled her eyes and stepped in leaving room for Sai and Koin to walk in without squeezing past her. "We came here looking for shelter." She said bluntly "There was a three headed dragon pokemon that flew over and was ticked when it's most recent catch turned out to be one of it's own." Blaze huffed "We thought it best to get out of sight before it spotted us and decided we'd be a better meal. Pokemon center seemed ideal."

So, the Typhlosion wasn't alone. A Jolteon and two creatures Cathal was unfamiliar with came through the door as well. The smallest one, a little black fluff ball, decided to answer for everyone.

"The tower of muscles in front of you is Blaze, the yellow thing in the back is Koin, the...lizard...is Sai, and I'm Delia. Pleasure to meet you." Cathal huffed. For such a small thing this...Delia...seemed pretty sure of herself. A sudden comparison came to mind. It was almost as though a shadow appeared next to the black fur-ball in the form of his former teammate, Bonfire, with the same Cheshire grin she was giving.

Bonfire was a Flareon on Fenix's team. He was small, arrogant, and had a mean streak about a mile wide. It was almost like he could see Bonfire in this tiny creature, they even had the same hair quaff! The mischievous glint in Delia's eyes reminded him of whenever Bonfire was going to pull a nasty prank on one of the team. Not everyone was fond of the wicked Flareon but Cathal had a soft-spot for the little psycho. After all, it wasn't anyone's fault that Bonfire had a Napoleon Complex.

He shook his head to clear the after image of one of his lost teammates. Apparantly, while he had been lost in thought, the group had made their way into the Center and closed the door. The fluff ball hopped up onto the counter to look down on him. "So, Mr. Dragon, you wouldn't happen to be hoarding any treasure, now would you...?" He snarled at her. The small cans of pokemon food he had found where hidden behind him, curled in his tail. Since he had already eaten one of them there was only three left. If he shared..."Why?"

"We came here looking for shelter." said the large Typhlosion, Blaze. It was a female? Cathal grimaced a little, he honestly hadn't noticed and felt a little bad about that. "There was a three headed dragon pokemon that flew over and was ticked when it's most recent catch turned out to be one of it's own. We thought it best to get out of sight before it spotted us and decided we'd be a better meal. Pokemon center seemed ideal." He sighed loudly, a little wisp of flame flickering in his exhale. It seemed they had been through a rough ordeal, he couldn't just leave them in their state, that wasn't in his nature. He reached behind him and pulled out two of the cans. "It's all I can spare, from what I found. It's all I could find."

The unusually eerie sound of soft humming echoed off the lonely walls of Ecruteak City as the voice’s owner went about creating her latest ‘masterpiece’. The off-coloured smeargle sat rocking slightly, as both her hands and tail were busy attacking the pavement directly in front of her. Her childish humming was occasionally interrupted by the occasional wheeze of an eevee – lying on its back, eyes wide as its innards were displayed to the heavens. Bonnie left it alive – she had to complete its self-portrait before it was permitted to die.
“Sorry...” Bonnie uttered softly, not referring to her helpless victim as her eyes sat firmly on the gory image on the pavement. A gurgle of blood spilled from the eevee’s throat which Bonnie took the opportunity to dip her tail into; since the infection, blood had become the artist’s favourite media and now her creation was almost complete. Jumping to her feet, she took a moment to observe the exceptionally detailed picture she’d created from the eevee’s blood, some blood vessels, body tissue and several bones from its rib cage. Turning her head to the dying creature – its breathing becoming noticeably more ragged, she suddenly forced her paws into the creature’s open stomach, admiring the texture of the oozing blood and exposed internal organs. The eevee emitted a feeble cry of terror but Bonnie was totally unfazed, she was looking for something.
“Sorry... Sorry...” At last her paws found the aorta and began to ruthlessly tug at the thick vessel – it would make a perfect nose. She was death to her victim’s screams as the aorta finally tore free from the heart – a violent spurt of red liquid spraying towards Bonnie’s face and clinging to the purple fur. Flashing sharp, bloodied teeth, she began chewing at the vessel, moulding it into the ideal shape as the eevee finally gave up its struggle for survival. Once satisfied, she placed the aorta on her picture and took a step back to admire it – a happy, healthy depiction of an eevee drawn beside the victim that it had been made from.

Licking her lips, the infected smeargle, pleased with the image’s outcome, turned her attention to other needs; hunger. Returning her attention to the eevee’s body, she went about tearing out the delicacy – the heart, before beginning to greedily chew it. Her face was almost entirely covered in fresh blood, along with her front paws and tail, constantly dripping blood from her most recent victim. The innocent smeargle that she had once been was hardly recognisable in this new world of hunger, gore and ironic art. Having successfully consumed the heart, Bonnie began rooting around the open stomach in search of an equally as satisfying treat when the faint sound of voices came to her attention. Turning her head in the direction, she frowned slightly to admire the dim lights of the abandoned pokecenter and judged that was the sound’s origin. Forgetting her latest victim, she scurried off towards the building, slowing as she neared to sniff the air. There were definitely pokémon inside.
“Clyde?” Bonnie called, unable to control the few words that she was capable of forming in her undead state. Taking another inhale, she realized that there was more than one beast present and suddenly grew concerned. She wasn’t that powerful and she wasn’t that large in stature – the most she’d ever brought down was a previously injured sawsbuck. Holding her ground, she took off towards the back of the building, wanting to develop a greater understanding of the situation and considering investigating through the aid of the ventilation system of the building. Whilst attempting to locate a suitable entrance to the pokecenter, she began listening to the strange voices from within.

Delia noticed the slight hesitation before the great orange dragon in front of her relenquished two cans of pokefood to Blaze. "It's all I can spare, from what I found. It's all I could find." She quirked a brow and ascended higher to get a better view of the center below her. A bird's eye view often proved useful...

However, instead of spying more food, she caught the scent of fresh and dead blood lingering near the ceiling. Frowning, she turned her attention to an air vent nearby, from where the stench was beginning to waft. Her gaze narrowing, she concentrated her ears on the subtle, but very real, sounds of shuffling echoing quietly from the vent. Her lip curled. Just how many pokemon were still writhing in this damn town? If it didn't have the stink of death, she would be more than happy to take the opportunity to simply make another meal out of it...

She caught herself thinking as such and chuckled quietly to herself. Her own thoughts were beginning to sound like Dante's... She sighed, letting go of reminiscing for the moment before she hopped down and returned to her counter. "...I think we have some company in the air vent. I can't tell if it's dead or alive, though... You might want to move, though, Hercules. It'll come out right on top of you," she commented airily to the orange titan as she began to clean her red paws.

She wanted to see him rip whatever it was in the vent to pieces, since she couldn't eat it. The black dragon's prowess made her want to find others like it; Pokemon so strong, nothing -NOTHING- could stand in their way... to have the power of a god. These pokemon, these titans of the world, these were her gods.

She wanted to watch them...

To consume them...

To become them.

Koin took a few steps towards the Charizard- despite the mean exterior, he had a kind heart to share food with strangers. Then again, with standing circumstances, it shouldn't be too surprising by now... He would have done the same thing to help other survivors. The Jolteon was about to thank him and ask to repeat his name (had he ever said it in the first place?), when Delia's growl reached his ears.

"...I think we have some company in the air vent. I can't tell if it's dead or alive, though... " Koin felt his fur spark up with alarm, and he glanced fervently at the vent above them. Now that he noticed it, the rank of death was overpowering, though it felt as if the source was still a little away. Just what we need. Disappeared friends, dying infected, and then some more infected,

"Life's just Ho-oh's sunshine and rainbows, isn't it..." He said sarcastically, feeling his fur charge with electricity. He supposed in this rabid world of Pokemon eat Pokemon, there really is no break for either team.

Blaze noticed the gramance and her irritation was there for a moment but at the food she nodded her head.
"Thank you." She hadn't wanted any trouble with him especially another fire type in an unsturdy building.
She watched as Delia crawled up through the vents and let out a huff of annoyance when she said that there was something in the vent.
"Life's just Ho-oh's sunshine and rainbows, isn't it..." Koin's voice muttered sarcastically
Blaze let out a curt chuckle, "What more could one wish for?" her voice was equal to his in sarcasm her flame had gone out without her noticing but it was soon blazing and she felt ready for anything.

Sai sat off in the corner. He knew that it would take time before the others got used to having him around. After all compared to all of them, he was a little different. Delia was a master of illusions, Koin, well he still didn’t really know what Koin was, nor did he have a clue of what Blaze or this new dragon where ether. But from the scent it was giving off, he knew it was a fire type just like Blaze. He watched as the rest ate, as a leader it was imperative that when food was scarce you should always let your people eat their fill before you helped yourself. He grinned, these weren’t even his people and he still wouldn’t eat until he knew they had enough. Even if it meant he was going to go hungry yet again.

He looked out the door to the night sky, the one thing that didn’t seem to change. It looked exactly the same, as it didn’t in the Unova deserts where he lived. He started to feel a little home sick, which was a first for him. He swept his tail over the centers floor, knocking up some dust as he did. He hoped that he would be able to get back home again, he hoped that his friends where safe, that the infection hadn’t yet reached them there in the desert. It was probably foolish thinking, but even a fool had to keep some kind of hope alive during times like these. Even if they probably weren’t real any longer.

"...I think we have some company in the air vent. I can't tell if it's dead or alive, though... You might want to move, though, Hercules. It'll come out right on top of you," The little black fluff ball, Delia, mocked, Cathal's eyebrow twitching at the nickname. 'Way too much like Bonfire...' he thought to himself. "My name," he growled out to her, "is Cathal...NOT Hercules..." He looked over at the rest of the group who seemed to have paused in their perusal of the building.

The small Jolteon seemed to really be ruffled around Delia, especially in his response to the possible threat from the air vents. 'Ho-Oh and Rainbows?' Cathal wondered, a little creeped out by Koin's sarcastic description. He wasn't very fond of the fat turkey who masqueraded as a Fire-Type. Blaze seemed to be prepping for a fight and the large lizard...what did Delia say his name was again...Sai, looked like he was in his own world in the corner. Letting out a huff he looked up over his head to the vent, and a small drop of blood dripped out and landed right on his nose.

He narrowed in his eyes at it, glanced over to Delia where she sat and gave her a smirk and a wink. In all his years with Bonfire, he figured he might know just what she was aiming for with her teasing. Looking straight up he let out a thin Flamethrower so hot the tips flicked white. Aiming it at the vent he carefully went back and forth with it, slowly heating the metal until it started heating red-hot. If anything was in there, it would want out before it cooked to death, and if it was infected, Cathal would waste no time in trying to destroy it.

It had taken Bonnie awhile to actually break into the vent; her only recently formed claws struggled to manoeuvre the metal screws that allowed passage into the building, but eventually, the sheet fell forwards to permit the infected to continue her investigation. She could hear the voices more clearly now as she wriggled along the steel route, her tail leaving a trail of fresh blood along with her movements before she finally slowed to a halt, peering through a small gap in the vent. Her red eyes were first drawn to the largest figures – two reptilian creatures and a typhlosion. The canine and the eeveelution soon came into her vision and a flicker of panic struck the infected. They were all larger and most likely stronger than herself and from the sound of it, already aware of her presence.

She watched in silent curiosity as the orange dragon turned in her direction. Now she could see its face clearly, she noticed the battle scars along the creature’s head and many more coating its body. Before she could inspect further, the pokémon had opened its mouth – Bonnie realized its intentions even before she felt the effects. Scrambling away from her current position back in the direction that she’d entered, a burst of heat alerted her that the flames had made contact with the metal. Emitting a savage hiss as the heat from the attack began to advance on her, she increased her speed. Her claws clicked against the metal, creating prominent dents in her panicked escape before she finally emerged out the pokémon center once more, her tail slightly singed by the flamethrower.

Breathing quickly, eyes wild, Bonnie’s fur bristled at the attack and despite the massive disadvantage on her part, she felt inclined to offer the survivors a taste of her own abilities. Imagine the art she could create out of those creatures; it’d be a masterpiece. As her head began to buzz with an array of creative ideas, Bonnie grew excited as the illusion of bringing down such a powerful collection of survivors and soon clambered onto one of the windows in her attempts to reach the roof of the building – a streak of blood from her tail staining the pane as she passed. When she finally found herself sat comfortably on the roof, she took a moment to look at her surroundings; the twinkling stars watched her, awaiting a show of skill as she prepared to make her move. Targeting the corners of the roof, the smeargle aimed a series of well-aimed, forceful hammer arms. She grew pleased with the groaning and cracking sound of the materials struggling under the infected’s surprisingly strong attacks.

“Sorry,“ Bonnie growled as she began savagely attacking the final corner of the roof. She was pretty sure the ceiling had begun to flake and that her attempts had successfully dislodged some integral pieces to the building’s structure. Crushing the pokémon would be far easier than hunting them individually. Although her artistic materials may be somewhat damaged, the quantity would still be plentiful enough to create her masterpiece – it was a win-win situation. Grinning as she delivered a final hammer arm, her limbs now thoroughly aching at her efforts, she felt the roof tremble and shudder beneath her paws.
“Sorry... Sorry,” She ran towards the rooftop’s ledge, leaping into the air as her arms reached for a nearby tree – paws clamping around the targeted branch as she heard the roof give way. Swinging into a sitting position with the aid of her bloodstained tail, Bonnie watched the gradually collapsing pokémon center in silent excitement.

Delia flinched as she heard something above her splinter and crack. She didn't have time to think as the ceiling began to fragment and topple onto her and the rest of the group. She quickly jumped down and evaded the larger bits as she leaped out of the crumbling building.

She didn't see if the others made it out because the perpetrator caught her attention first. It was a strange, obviously infected canid pokemon with a long tail tipped with blood. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, as per usual, but not mindless like most infected. Seems there's still a little bit of life left in this one... she thought to herself as she skittered to a spot with more cover; a tree adjacent to the Infected.

"There are more appropriate ways of saying 'hello', you know," she jeered from her safe spot on the opposite tree. She then quickly shot a dark pulse at the frothing pokemon, aiming for its disgusting, swollen head.

A thought occurred to her as the Infected nimbly dodged her attack. If she could kill this one, she would become more powerful. That's how it always was... You defeat your opponent and, by their defeat, you become more powerful. Eat their flesh, and you obtain their strength... A wild grin flashed on her own crazed face. If she could eat this Infected, she would be able to bring down buildings... and then gain the strength to eat the others... and then, who would be able to stop her? She would finally have the strength to push anyone out of the way so she could find her Dante... Her brother... Her love...

And it all would be possible... with that Infected.

"DIE!" she squealed in delight, laughing and firing a barrage of dark pulses, aiming to pummel the creature into beautiful submission. "DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!"

"Eck!" Koin jumped to the side away from a falling segment of the ceiling. Bursting forward, the Jolteon ran in a zigzag pattern to avoid whatever else was attempting to crush him. If only he were someone as big as Cathal, so he wouldn't have to worry of being squashed of all things! Dodging a rather hefty piece of the crumbled roof, the Lightning Pokemon finally emerged safely outside. At least, with his size, came great speed.

The electric type glanced around, hoping to see the rest of his team. Where were Blaze, or Sai, or Cathal? Were their large statures preventing their escape? Koin stared briefly at the Pokemon Center, feeling desperation start to kick in. "Maybe... they escaped another rout-"

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" Delia's voice boomed through the night, causing Koin to flinch for a moment. What is that she-devil yowling about? He wondered as he caught her outline in a tree nearby, shots of dark power shooting from her.

"Delia...?" He wasn't sure why he did it, but he scrabbled up the tree, deftly avoiding the Dark Pulses, to sit on a branch near hers. Her eyes were crazed, with a mysterious glint in them, and Koin watched feebly. She was attacking this poor Pokemon, whom had a tail similar to a paintbrush dipped in... red paint? The Jolteon took a sniff, and was revolted to smell the stench of death once again.

But the Dark Pulses kept on going, and it was starting to get dangerous, even for the Zorua. "Delia, Delia stop," he repeated sternly. She could not only hurt herself, but the rest of the Pokemon in their group (once they come out). Stepping lightly, Koin jumped onto the same branch as hers, grabbing onto Delia's ear with his jaw. "Quit doing that!" He yelled at this being, whom he had been irked about ever since the first time they met, and prayed to Arceus that she'd see some sense.

How many more ways could this Zorua be corrupt?

A peice of cement fell too close and made the weasel pokemon leap back. She glared up at the ceiling as if to scare it into staying still.
"Everyone out out!" she shouted. Blaze waited for the others to run out before making her own way out the door. A quiet large peice fell on her shadow speeding her forward and through the back door and into the night.

"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!"

The sound of Delia going crazy was a great howdy doo and made Blaze nearly back track. She looked around seeing Koin and Delia on a tree. Delia looked batty as an infected as she shot out Dark pulses Koin looked like he was trying to stop her. Blaze let out a flame in irritation and ran over there.
"Stop it now Delia!" She screeched. The typhlosion spotted the infected that Delia was shooting at, but in her crazed state she seemed to be bad at aiming. And the infected was some sort of monkey like pokemon, it could probably dodge.
"Stop it Delia!"

The building began to shake, and Sai looked up just as the pokemon center began to come crashing down. Since he was the closest to the door he managed to get out no problem, and without injury. Delia and the rest also seemed to make it out in one piece. But it was only a mater of time before he could hear Delia shouting not to far off. She was saying Die over and over again. And as he got closer he could see that she was blindly firing shadow ball after shadow ball at an infected at the top of a tree, the one who brought the place down probably. It was dodging her attacks without much effort, and Koin was doing his best as to settle her down, trying to get her to stop, but it was to no avail.

“Stop it Delia!” The angry voice of Blaze was all too familiar to him now. He may have just been with them for while, but the fire pokemon was very intimating, there was no doubt about that. He began to walk over to the base of the tree that the infected was nested in. he examined the trunk, checking to see how thick it was before opening his huge jaws wide and bringing them down onto it. He could hear the crunching sound of the trunk as it began to brake. Its splinters jabbing into the roof of his mouth and his tongue, but he was from the desert, and the puny trees bark wasn’t tough enough the penetrate his strong jaws.

The tree began to bend and started to fall one way, so he let go of it and backed away as it fell to the ground. “Timber!” He shouted. He believed that’s what humans said when they cut down a tree in the forest, a way to tell someone to get out of the way or get crushed. He looked to his companions with a small grin of approval, “That should make getting the infected much easier, don’t you think?” He knew that Delia probably wouldn’t be to pleased with the help, but she would have to deal with it sooner or later.

Cathal could feel the walls rumbling, hear the snapping of support beams in the already crumbling roof. It was like everything happened in slow motion. As soon as the first piece of ceiling came loose Delia was out the door, not even bothering to glance at or shout a warning to the rest of her companions. Several more sections of the roof came down and soon everyone but him was scrambling for the exit. In his attempt to prevent anything from sneaking up on him when he first arrived here he had made himself a 'spot' in the corner, but now it was that very tactic that cost him the one precious minute he would have needed to escape. Just as he made it to the door, the roof came down with a thundering crash...right on top of him.

A great roar echoed out from underneath the rubble, Cathal crying out in fury and in pain. His wing was pinned, and he had no knowledge of what was going on outside. He wanted to be able to help the others if there was infected. Cathal's over-protective nature ripped to the surface as he thought of the only other living creatures he had seen since the attack on his team and trainer. With it he found the strength for a massive Focus Blast, disintegrating the closest pieces of concrete and wood that were once piled on him and sending other chunks flying out in all directions. With his wing now free he cocked back let out another impressive roar, letting his power and willingness to fight be felt through the very sound he produced.

Turning to the sounds of combat, and a screeching Delia, Cathal watched as Sai took down the tree with the infected while the other two busied themselves trying to stop Delia from killing everyone, not just the infected. Her crazed attacks were more likely to hurt her own team than the creature she seemed so focused on. Eyebrow twitching in irritation he stalked over to Delia's tree, trusting Sai to watch for whatever they were attacking, and let out a low warning growl to the other two with Delia. Looking up at the mini-Bonfire he crossed his arms and bared his teeth. "What the HELL do you think you are doing?" he asked her, his tone low and threatening. "Who are you trying to kill? Yourself or that thing? Because, from the looks of it, you suck at both." Not really caring if he hurt her feelings, he used the same tactic he used whenever the Flareon of his past would get wild. Insult him enough and he will stop whatever he is doing to argue. It was worth a shot with this one too.

Bonnie was surprised at the speed in which the small canine had escaped the collapsing building and sat silently watching the mutt as it addressed her. The smeargle was hardly listening, her mind elsewhere inhabiting the depths of her creative ideas. She was only brought back to reality when a dark pulse was launched, threatening to knock her clean from her perch. Emitting a high-pitched screech, Bonnie narrowly dodged the first attack only to witness the next series of dark pulses headed her way. The way in which she dodged the attacks could be interpreted as some sort of twisted gymnastic routine; the actions of swerving her body, swinging from branches and leaping through the air in search for the next best perch had somehow become a dance for survival.

She was permitted a chance to breathe at the arrival of the other pokémon. Seems they’d all got out relatively unharmed. Frowning and emitting a savage hiss in irritancy, Bonnie had prepared to attack at the creatures now gathered around the fox-like pokémon, but instead, she found the surface beneath her paws faltering. With a few weeks into her infected state, Bonnie hadn’t reached the stage of mindless, uncontrollable killer, but was suffering from a particularly irritating side effect instead, loss of memory. She’d completely forgotten about the two reptilian survivors and was now airborne as the tree she’d perched on came crashing to the ground. A panicked screech bursting from her bloodied jaws, the smeargle hit the ground with a thud, fortunately just to the left of where the tree had fallen, but the damage was already enough to alert Bonnie of the danger of these survivors. The pain rapidly growing from the side in which she’d fallen onto, the infected forcefully pushed herself onto her feet, wincing slightly at the movement of her recently injured limbs. Looking over herself, she noticed an odd protrusion – one of her ribs was threatening to sever the thin layer of skin concealing it.
“Clyde...” She cooed as a flash of sincere emotion flickered across her bloodstained face. Her voice was comparable to a lost, confused child and had the capabilities of genuinely persuading someone that the monster still held a conscious.

Looking up to face the being responsible for her injury, the smeargle suddenly appeared far less threatening, almost pathetic. The red crocodile-like creature was huge in comparison, but whilst her body was broken, her warped mind was alight with anticipation for the blood of the living. However, the ground was not safe a place. The fact had been drilled into her brain from birth and remained with her as the rest of her being deteriorated. Aiming a spark attack at the reptile stood before her, Bonnie hoped that the attack hit in order to permit her enough time to escape into the safety of the treetops. As she began to climb one of the tree trunks, the pain in her side intensified as the rib burst out with a spurt of blood, evoking a truly sympathetic cry of pain from the smeargle. It wouldn’t stop her though. Fighting the agony, she quickly scaled the trunk with the use of her tail and took refuge out of the survivors’ views, breathing harshly as she desperately tried to block out the pain engulfing the side of her body.
“Clyde...” This was genuine. A cry for help from a name she would never remember.

Everything was fine until the little yellow brat interrupted her. She had her prey in sight, she was killing her opponent, and he stopped her. How was she supposed to gain power if she didn't KILL THE PREY?

She snarled fiercely at him, her teeth flashing out at the jolteon. "LET ME GO!" she screeched, throwing Koin off of her, sending him down to the ground with the others. The jolteon's teeth, however, were sharp, and they cut deep into her ear, ripping it. She did not feel the pain, however. All she knew was that she wanted that damn thing in the tree dead.

The prey wobbled, though, as the tree beneath it began to crack and fall. Anger swelled within her breast as she saw it was the dark reptile's fault. He did this...! The prey stumbled and fell to the ground before launching some sort of electric attack and tried to make its way back up. Delia grinned, her eyes lighting up with an extrasensory attack. "There you are..." she grinned, feeling heat and power bristling through her fur. She took no heed to the light surrounding her, nor the fact that she grew taller. Every sense, every thought was focused on the prey.

She would have that power for herself.

The new zoroark cackled, her eyes red with power. She gracefully leapt from the branch, her lethal claws outstretched for a kill. "You are MINE!"