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Mission 1: Survive (Morter’s story)
Morter woke up in a cold sweat and looked at his clock. 6:00 6/27/45, it was his birthday and he was now twelve. His weapons master was calling him from outside his room. Probably for that special test they have planed! He thought to himself. Today was the day everyone in the village age’s 8-14 would take a test to see if they were capable to be a legendary class of the Rikishii warrior. Quickly, he got out of his bed and dressed into a pair of jeans and a dark green T-shirt. He ran outside of the small military style bunker to his Master.

Mortar stopped short in front of the tall, bald man. As usual Master Itak wasn’t wearing a shirt, He liked to show off his tattoos and Morter could see why. His entire body was covered from head to toe with one big swirl tattoo. It began at his left temple then made its way over his nose to the other temple. There it gracefully snaked its way down his neck and into the middle of his gut, where it split off to all his limbs. The entire body radiated elegance and power.

“What are you staring at?” He boomed.

“No-Nothing” Morter said partially afraid of the man.

“The chief needs to see you at the village entrance."He spat out, annoyed.

“Yes sir.” Morter replied, Happy to get away from the conversation.
His father was the chief of the entire village, not that that was anything to be proud of. He had 3 other siblings because of this. A matter of fact he was almost always being compared to his older sister Tal-Tal because of his bad mark’s in boot camp. The only difference is she found a way out. She was able to get married at age 16 and have children instead of living the life of a warrior like father wanted. Morter wouldn’t be so lucky.

As Morter walked through the village he looked around. Not much has changed in the Rikishii village since he was born. They were all unaffected by the outside world aside from missions and new weaponry. Mainly because they shot down all people and planes that got close enough to discover them. The people in the outside world just thought that this was Tyranitar territory and needed to be left alone since they were prone to hyper beaming things. People all lived in dark green cylinder shaped military bunkers alongside their families stash of airborne and ground-based vehicles, guns, close combat weaponry, and of course their Pokémon, all bred and raised for war.

”Hello Morty” Jessie exclaimed while jumping out in front of him.

“Your back!” Morter answered stumbling back in fright. Jessie was a foot taller than him and a year older. She had dark hair, which was both a rarity and a sign of beauty in the village since the predominant color was blonde. She wore black eyeliner and purple lipstick which matched both her now torn dark jean’s and a skull t-shirt. Jessie was his oldest and best friend although he didn't know why. She always picked on his name and made a note to bring up his barely passing marks in front of his father. But she was the only person around his age that would hang out with him since his best friend Oromis left him for cooler friends so he put up with her, besides they did have fun accasionaly.

“What do you mean ‘your Back’? Was I really gone that long? Did you miss me?" an evil smile appeared on her face “Aww does widdle Morty wuv mee?" She taunted

Morter’s face turned bright red “That’s not it at all! I just thought the test would take longer…”

“well it depends on you.” she shrugged “I have always got perfect mark’s on everything so they just passed me after a few difficult questions regarding life or death situations. but you know D?” she asked trying to change the subject from her.

“yah?” Morter said interested. D was like a little sister to him; she was four years younger than him and was just as bad at everything as he was. Her real name was Diana but they called her D for a pet name. She had light blonde hair and always had a cute smile on. I bet she failed. He thought to himself honestly.

“she passed with flying colors” Jessie casually admitted “see the test isn’t about what you know, it’s about…” she looked down at her watch “Jeez are you going to sit here talking to me all day!? Get to the test!” with that she pushed him away and ran home giggling

She was right, he needed to get going. He ran as fast as he could to the middle of the village and finally stopped short when he reached his peers. He could hear his father shouting out the list of names.

“Ali Solume!” His father’s voice rang out.

Ali ran up to his father where an Alakazam put its hand’s on her head. The Pokémon must have said something because his father blurted out “yes good marks, excellent candidate, except… you’re secretly afraid of bug Pokémon. That won’t do, you must overcome this to be strong. Your test will be a week in confinement with every known bug type. the girl looked like she would start bawling on the spot. She slowly stepped away to her fate.

“Jordan Sorrette!” the boy who walked up couldn’t have been 13. He allowed the Alakazam to place its hand on his head and in turn the village chieftain shouted “you are well rounded in all aspect’s, yet your will is fallible. You will not do. Get this boy out of my sight and make him start boot camp over from square one!” His father turned back to the list as if nothing happened.

“Morter Stone!” His father’s voice echoed in Morters head for a moment before he realized it was his turn. He scrambled his way through the crowd up to the front where his father stood.

“I didn’t think you would show up” His father said half annoyed “although I doubt you will pass.” Morter felt the cold clammy hand touch his forehead. He instantly felt a weird presence in his mind, shuffling through his memories as if it were a filing cabinet. Hey! Stop that! Morter thought to the mysterious presence he couldn’t think straight so he could find no way to stop it. The Alakazam suddenly pulled out of his mind as quickly as it went in.

“You have potential for greatness in every aspect of being a warrior. You need get over one aspect of your characteristic. And that’s your compassion. You still have growing up to do Morter and that is why you will spend the next month out in the wilderness alone as your test.

“A Month!?” Morter exclaimed, taken aback.

“Yes, you will be allowed back in the village on or after July 27.” His father said pointing towered the enormous Village gate.

Morter looked as if he was just condemned to death. He had always been taught how to survive but how long could he actually survive when he could barely shoot an arrow.
He slowly made his way towards the gate. There was a low humming among the crowd as his peers whispered to each other. Some snickered others stared at him. “he’s as good as dead.” He over heard someone say in the crowd. Morter was almost happy to have left the crowd’s attention behind him, But that quickly turned to dread as he neared to the front gate. He soon reached the entrance of the village. The giant wooden gate’s was like a stone colossus towering above him.
Morter took two steps outside when he stopped short.

”Wait Morter” A little girl cried out. Morter spun around to look the girl in the face, Knowing who it was before his eye’s confirmed it.
“D? What are you doing here? “Morter asked the little girl.

"I heard you were going away for a month? Is this twoo?" Little Diana asked him with a teary eyed expression.

Morter sighed a weary sigh She really is like a little sister. “I’ll be fine.” Morter uneasily reassured her, although he wasn’t too sure himself.

”you better or else I’ll do this!” The she swung her arm in an obvious and failed attempt to intimidate him.

Morter suppressed a laugh “alright” he said with a little more confidence. “Now I’ll definitely make it through the month” with that he said his good bye to the now crying Diana and left the village.




Houndour felt her feet sink into the soggy ground as she ran for her dear life. Her pack picked a fight with some Granbull’s in their territory but somehow during the fight 5 of the enemy waltzed into their domain. The 4 Granbull’s and a Snubble decided to attack the puppies like the cheap scoundrels they were. The three scared pups split off into different directions and the Granbull decided to follow her, this was bad. Granbull, once locked on an enemy, won’t ever give up the chase.

Trees whizzed by her as Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Houndour knew this territory like she knew her own front paws and if she was right there would be a small cliff up ahead. The Granbull were gaining on her and the cliff grew nearer. There was no choice she would have to jump it if she would want any hope of survival. She felt her body lift off into the air as she leapt off the edge. She fell fast and hard being whipped by tree branchs on the way down. The dog hit the ground with a huge *THUMP* and she was out

The Granbull stopped at the ledge and sniffed the air. Their prey got away…


A little more than five hours later into the wilderness and Morter’s confidence had already faded along with the daylight. He found a small cave, made a makeshift spear, and found some Iapapa and Oran berries to sustain him but not much else. He decided it was time to go foraging some more. He stumbled around in the darkness for a while until his eye’s adjusted to the dark. He could still barely see but now he wasn’t tripping as much. He didn’t know why he was out in the wilderness when there was a nice cave and fire waiting for him back about half a mile away. just that every fiber of his being was telling him to forage for food, and to do it now. This is stupid. I won’t find anything like this He told himself, and he turned around and started back for the cave.

Morter was walking back to the cave when he stopped short. A small black figure was lying dead in front of him. Morter got closer to the Pokémon and black figure slowly gained the shape of a dog although he still couldn’t see any details. He leaned in and poked it with a nearby stick. “Houuuuuuuuu!” the dog whined in pain. It’s still alive. Morter thought to himself what do I do. Will I be able to help? Maybe I should just leave it here… No. that’s not right. If I know how to help it I should help it.

Morter leaned down to pick up the Pokémon only to have it snap at him. It’s just scared Morter told himself. Morter clenched a fist and shoved it in front of the dogs face luring the dog to snap at it. It worked. “Gaha” Morter said suppressing a scream. The dogs finely sharpened fangs seeped into his fist as if it were an apple.

With one hand in the dogs mouth to prevent it from tearing at his skin. He used his other hand to scoop up the dog and carry it. He started running towards his cave; the dog had given up trying to tear at his skin and was now biting down on his hand as hard as it could. If it was any older the puppy would have broken his hand. With pain motivating him he very soon reached the cave.

The fire was out and Morter could barely see what he was doing. He placed the dog on the floor, and then Morter smacked the dog on the face as a distraction and tore his handout of the dog’s mouth. Now gushing blood, He tore off a piece off the bottom of his shirt and wrapped his bleeding hand tightly to stop the bleeding.

He then turned his attention to the dog. He felt up and down the dog’s body. It had 3 broken ribs and its right front paw was badly sprained. he turned away then pulled out the Iapapa berries out of his pockets and tore his shirt into 2 long strips. He wrapped the smaller strip around the sprained paw Then he mashed and rubbed the berries into the longer cloth and let it soak for a few seconds. “This is going to hurt like hell all night. But when you wake up tomorrow morning you should be feeling better.” Morter said as he wrapped the Pokémon in the soaked cloth. ”houuuuu…” the dog whined and snapped at him as a burning pain seeped into its skin. “that burning pain is the juices and the sour of the Iapapa berries seeping through your skin."Morter said starting conversation.

"You may not know this but it will heal broken bones overnight. It’s one of the 5 berries that will do this…” Morter said hoping that if he talked to the dog maybe the dog can focus on his words rather than the pain. “… there’s also Aguav, Mago, Wiki, and Figy…” He continued to talk to the dog not knowing whether it helped or not until the dog fell into a deep slumber.

He curled up next to the dog and laid down alongside it, shirtless, cold, and on a dirt floor. Feeling alone and scared with nothing but a wounded Pokémon by his side he soon fell asleep as well.

C2

Hustle was not a word often found in Norton Wallace's vocabulary. He hardly ever had so many customers, especialy this late into the autumn. Never-the-less he scurried back and forth from behind the bar, filling drink orders for each new customer that walked through the door.

His daughter was equaly as busy. Rebecca Wallace had only just come to Blackthorn City at the end of the summer at the call of her father. She had expected the quiet town to afford her as relaxed a lifestyle as she had back on Cinnabar Island, but the influx of trade caravans coming up from the south had proved that notion to be pure fantasy.

As she made her way across the floor with a large tray of drinks held above her head, the attractive young girl was begining to loose her patience. Customers were calling to her from every corner of the new establishment, expecting thier strange brews and fruity concoctions to be delivered with more haste than she could muster. It was all the flustered girl could do to hold onto her sanity in the midst of such boisterous activity.

"Where's my drink?" One customer shouted from a corner of the bar. He and his companions had been bothering Rebecca more than any that night and would not let the fleet-footed waitress rest, even for a second.

"Yeah! I ordered mine almost an hour ago!" One of his companions added sarcasticaly.

"I'll be right with you sir!" Rebacca called over her shoulder. She set the tray of drinks down onto a table adjacent to the door and began placing them infront of the couple seated there. A moment later she was running back towards her father at the bar who already had another order ready for pick-up.

The sound of the front door opening caught her attention and she turned to greet the new customers after plastering another fake smile onto her face. "Welcome to Mag-Bar! Please take a seat and I'll be with you-"

Jace stood in the doorway smiling. He was not wearing his priest's robes which was a strange for the man, but it didn't matter for she quickly cut herself off mid-sentence and ran over to greet him, suddenly filled with genuine cheerfulness for the first time that night.

"This place is packed tonight!" He said looking around once the girl had finished hugging him tightly. "Your father must be ready to pull his hair out."

Rebecca laughed and smiled up at the man. "He'll feel better once he's counted all of the money we've made so far!"

"Hey girl! Quit standing around and fetch me my drink!" Came another shout from the corner.

"Oh I better get back to work," she lamented. "These guys have been hounding me all night. They better leave a big tip or I'll put a slugma in their drinks next time!"

Jace laughed at the girl's empty threat and watched her skip across the chaotic room to quell the customers once again. He considered staying until Mag-Bar closed its doors for the night but seeing how packed the place was made him think twice. The priest merely shrugged and walked up to the bar, taking a seat and waiting patiently for Norton to walk by.

The young priest let his eyes wander around the room, well lit by many torches along the walls which were made from a sturdy woven bamboo. Mag-bar stuck out like a sore thumb in the small mountain city. Norton styled the establishment after the themed tiki bars of Cinnabar, thinking that a little island flavor was just what the people up north needed. It took some time for the citizens of Blackthorn City to get used to the idea but eventualy they fell in love with his deliscious smoothies and savory pig-roasts.

There was no spiket turning today however. Behind the building was the now familliar pit where the savory meats were roasted, although now it lay covered in the winter's first gift of fallen snow. That didn't stop people from filing in however, even as Norton prepared to close for the long winter.

"Jace, good of you to stop by!" Called the barman as he ambled up with a fresh smoothy in hand. "Try this. It's my latest berry blend using only the finest Razz and Mago berries I could find. Just got the shipment this morning." He sat the tall glass on the bar and slid it into Jace's open hands, grinning in earnest as his favorite customer slurped down the first sip.

"It's spicy!" Jace protested, caught off guard by the strong flavors.

"Just savor it for a moment," Norton replied with confidence.

Taking another sip of the icey beverage, Jace let the flavor sink in. To his surprise it turned form spicy to sweet and he found that it was very agreable to his taste buds. "You've really got a winner here Norton. Put this one on the menu come summer and even people from Cianwood will be talking!'

"You're too kind boy." The bartender smiled at his latest triumph and reached for the pitcher to refill the half empty glass.

"Speaking of winners..." he began, changing the subject entirely. "Hows that Charmeleon of yours? I haven't seen it around since you won the fall festival contest. Its not everyday you see such an amazing pokemon!"

Jace couldn't help swelling with pride at the mention of his prized companion. "Le Forge you mean? She and I have been training at the shrine for weeks now in preparation for the contest in Cerulean City this spring. Once the trainers there see what we have planned they'll practically beg us to take the grand prize!"

"I wouldn't disagree with that!" Norton added, raising a glass of his own in toast. "Not everyday you see one of them lizards with golden scales!"

"Dragon," Jace corrected, tapping his drink to Norton's with a wink. "She wouldn't appreciate you insulting her like that."

The two men laughed and slurped down what remained in thier glasses, content to cut jokes at one another's expense long into the evening.

((to be continued))

C3

The sun had finally set and outside the small juice bar stars were dotting the sky to guide home customers who had stayed late to quench their thirst. Jace however remained at the bar, sampling every drink Norton passed his way.

"Have you ever tried a Hondew berry?" came a melodic voice seated just a few seats away.

The young priest turned to regard the man but stopped short when he saw how the stranger was dressed. A wide brimmed purple hat cast a dim shadow over the man's face, though Jace could easily make out a twisted smile hiding within. His short jacket was pressed neatly and adorned with white frills at the cuffs and tiny bells and charms that jingled faintly whenever he shifted position.

Jace found the man gaudy and strange, but never one to be rude he replied to the man's question with a smile. "I can't say that I have."

"Is that so? Then you must not have visited the Hoenn region before! If you happen to be as much of an admirer of foreign delights as I then you simply must venture South West to that wonderful place and consume as much as you may!"

Jace wasn't sure weather the stranger was having fun with him, but he suddenly felt as though he needed to punch the man square in the nose. He decided against hostilities then and instead did the next best thing. "I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name," he stated calmly.

The stranger stood up from his bar stool, the heels of his boots clicking loudly on the polished wooden floor, and swept the obnoxiously large hat from his head, revealing long red locks of hair. He offered a polite bow and held it for a few seconds longer than necessary. "Across the land and far beyond my friends all call me Curio. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance good sir!" He rose and smiled at the priest. "And what would your friends call you I wonder?"

"Jace," he replied with a nod. "I am a servant of the Dragon's Den shrine and it is now time for me to return."

"Well met then Sir Jace. I have an inert sense that our paths may yet cross again soon. Until then, fare well!" Curio bowed once more and replaced the wide brimmed hat on his head as Jace turned to leave.

Outside the young priest pulled his coat up tight around his neck for warmth. The wind had given out for the time being but to Jace the night seemed unnaturally cold.


That night Jace found it hard to sleep. Beneath his sheets he tossed and turned as he dreamed of bells that wouldn't stop ringing. The haunting sound echoes throughout his mind until he saw a dark figure standing before him. He tried to call out, to tell the figure to stop but it was futile. The bells continued until at last he awoke from the nightmare with beads of sweat pouring from his face.

"Jace!" A small voice urgently called to him from somewhere outside his room. "Jace come quick there's someone in the Den!"

Mission 1 part 3

A little more two week’s later Morter found himself thinking what he had thought about many times before, He had his own pokemon. If he really wanted he could run away and join the pokemon gym challenge, he could become a pokemon professor like that Sigimaru guy in the Kanto region, or he could become a breeder and raise endangered pokemon species like Totodile’s. Morter’s fantasy world of opportunities reopened itself like a book every evening while he was out finding fire wood. He had already hunted a stantler, smoked and dehydrated the meat so as long as insects don’t get to it the meat should last them the rest of the week. He even made himself a nice new shirt out of the skin and an uneven bow out of the ribcage and heart string.

With an armful of branches he head back towards the cave. He recognized the mountain cave the second he saw it, a big Stantler pelt was draped over the small cavern to block the occupant’s from the harmful mountainous weather. Rain often blanketed the sky and caused problems before Morter thought to use the pelt as almost a “shower curtain” he described it at the time. The Houndour was lying down near the food supply of fermenting berry’s and dried meat, eyeing any living creature that got close with a vicious glare.

“Calm down” he told the tense puppy “Even I can handle the weak scavenger’s around these parts.” This was true, more times than could count he had kicked away a Rattata or Sentret as if they were fly’s that needed to be shooed. But being out in the wilderness, he loved it. He got to see different Pokémon every day. Just this morning he saw a Snubbull staring at him as if there was nothing wrong. It watched him find fruit, do pull-ups and then followed him to the cavern before being scared off by Houndour.

Morter placed down the firewood and crawled over to the food pile. He took a piece of stantler jerky and stuck half in his mouth and offered a piece to the Houndour. Which it responded in kind by hastily snapping it out of his hand and swallowing it whole. Morter took a closer look at the small dog and sighed. The Houndour was clearly too spooked to wrestle as they usually liked to do, or to play tug-a-war with one of the firewood branch’s like they would do before they went to bed. “What has gotten you so jumpy?” Morter asked the dog honestly. But the dog would not even look over to him; it was too preoccupied with observing the area. Morter sighed and fell forward into pushups, when he was bored he would often work out to pass the time sometime with a big rock as a weight. After about 5 hours of exercise Morter sat down annoyed and started to make a fire. It would be night soon and based on the dog’s jumpyness he was going to have to sleep with his spear tonight…

Rustle, Rustle. Morter awoke with a start. He instinctively slept lightly because of Houndour’s uneasiness. Rustle, Rustle. Morter’s eye’s narrowed and he clutched his spear, a bush near the dying fire was moving unnaturally. He started inching towered the bush with Houndour following close behind him.

“GRAAAAAAAW!” A Granbull roared as it jumped out of the Blukberry bush with 3 other Granbull jumping out from the trees behind them. Oh no! There’s no escape! We have to fight! Morter thought rapidly. He launched at the Granbull in front of him with his spear, which the Granbull easily dodged with a sidestep and tackled him 4 feet into the air. Morter hit the hard ground while still holding his spear. He didn’t have time regain himself before throwing himself away from the Granbull’s attempt to crush his head beneath its giant foot.

Morter looked over to Houndour. The dog was able to burn one of the granbull’s eyes but it was to no avail. The three granbull’s were now having fun kicking the dog around. Morter could not tell whether the dog was unconscious or dead.

Everything was going all wrong. He was always taught that people were suppose to protect their Pokémon but how could he when he could barely protect himself.

Memories of his military training came flooding back to him:
”Don’t you want to be a valuable member of the Rikishii!?” His father yelled in an angry rage.

“Ye-yes” the 6 year-old Morter stuttered “Of course father.”

“then why do you seem to make so little progress!” His father screamed

“B-Be-Because...” Morter stuttered silently

“Speak up!” Interrupted his father.

“…Because I don’t see why I need to learn how to kill if my goal is to help people!” Morter blurted out with tears running down his face.

His Father said nothing but slapped Morter the hardest he has ever been hit. Blood rushed to his face as he was sent a foot above the ground. His eyes started to black out and he was close to unconscious before he landed. “You will be a Rikishii warrior, your goal is to help the world, not the people living on it. You will be marked as a terrorist and hunted by every country on this planet. You will kill thousands of people and Pokémon before the end of your own life. Your wish not to kill and your soft heart will consume you leaving you a twisted, broken shell of a man. And the world will be a better place because of your sacrifice.

Morter gazed blankly to the Granbull. He hated them. He hated them all and he wanted them dead.

Snap.

Morter Got up.

“Who is my enemy?” Morter asked himself distantly as if he was talking to someone in front of him.

“My enemies are the people after my life… My enemies are the Granbull.” Morter replied emotionlessly

“What is my mission?” Morter asked himself in the same rehearsed tone.

“My mission is my survival.” Morter replied again in a mono-tone voice.

“Who are my comrades?” Morter calmly asked for a third time.

“My current comrade is Houndour” Morter answered in the same robotic tone.

Snap

Morter’s training kicked in, without thinking, grabbed the spear off the ground and shoved it through the throat of the Granbull, killing his enemy instantly. He pulled the spear out of the Granbull’s neck and charged at the other three Granbull. Before the Granbull knew what hit it, it had the spear stuck in its spine. As its friend’s saw its lifeless corpse fall to the ground they filled with rage “GROOOOOAR” They spat as they charged towards him.

The burnt Granbull leaped towered Morter Trying to bite at his neck while the other stopped short and shot a flamethrower out of its enormous mouth. Morter snapped off his spear from the dead Granbull corpse and shoved the pointed end into the mouth of the diving Granbull sending the stake through the Granbull’s head. Morter then grabbed the body and allowed it to fall on him creating cover for the incoming flamethrower attack, but it was no use the flame’s still reached the left half of his body. Morter dug his fingers into the mud to help keep them protected from the heat but he could still feel everywhere from the left side of his face to the left side of his stomach to his entire left arm burn with unimaginable pain.

The flames soon subsided since Granbull’s inability to keep the fire going. Morter, without screaming or showing any type of pain at all, threw the dead corpse off him and rushed at the last Granbull with the wooden stake as charred as his arm. The Granbull who was twice the size of Morter now cowered in fear, and continued to do so as it bled to its death on the cold night ground…


Houndour awoke with a yelp. She ached all over her body. What happened?she asked herself and as if all at once memories of the previous night came flooding back to her up to the point where she blacked out. That’s right we were attacked… then how am I alive…

Morter, who was sitting over on the floor against the cave wall sharpening a new spear “Good, you’re awake.” He said lifelessly, ignoring her surprise at his newly acquired burn scar. “If you wondering what happened yesterday I killed them. I killed them all” Morter paused a moment then re-emerged himself into sharpening his spear without changing his blank expression. “Anyway, you re-broke a rib and I had to bandage you up. I used Mago berries instead of Iapapa berries like last time so the pain should be more bearable.”

Houndour examined Morter. Something emotionally destructive had obviously happened to him. Both his facial expressions and how he presented himself were almost like a lone alpha male who was just abandoned by his pack after a war.

“In three days a month will have passed and I can return to my village.”Morter said still concentrating on his spear. He chose this time to finally look up at the dog and ask “If you would like you could accompany me to my village as my first Pokémon.”

Houndour looked at Morter and sighed. Whether she liked it or not she had grown too accustomed to his company. She was part of Morter’s pack now and she would make damn sure not to get separated from this one. She got up and limped over to Morter to signify that she accepted the invitation, and then she flopped over and rested her head on the dirt floor next to him.

Mission 2: part 2

The icy cold morning air chilled Morter to the bone as the first snowflakes of winter hit the ground. “Break into Twenty-two groups of four, No more no less.” Chief Stone shouted from atop a small stage to the mass of children as it broke out into chaos in the town square.

Morter pushed, squirmed and shoved his way through the swarm of moving bodies to Jessie who had already tagged Diana. They were quickly accompanied by Oromis who, upon asking replied “I didn’t get to my friends fast enough.”

As the final children formed into teams Chief Stone started to speak once more, “Look around you, Your friends, your classmates. Tomorrow you will each kill one of them…” The old man was interrupted by an uproar of voices that varied from shouts of disapproval to weeping to angry screams.

“SILENCE!” His voice hushed the crowd as if he were a god.

“Now then…”He continued. “Your team must come back with the heads of four other people from another team. You cannot bring any weapon or Pokemon with you. If you come back missing a person on your team or without the proper amount of heads you will be executed. So you must come back victorious or not at all.”He paused and gazed out into the mob of dirty looks before continuing “I suggest you all spend the night to get better aquanted with your new partners.”With that he stepped down off the stage, onto the stone ground and casualy walked through the cluster of scared minors back to his office. No one dared to say anything to him.


The silence between the group of four was unbearable.
“Well you heard him… We’re gonna die tomorrow so lets have some ‘fun’ at Morty’s tonight.”Jessie said seductively.

”Yah! Lets play at morty’s room tonight!” Diana agreed oblivious of the innuendo Jessie had placed.

Morter sighed “I agree too, I this is a perfect chance to do as my father said and prepare without a parent bothering us.“

”See’ya fags.” Oromis mocked in a condescending tone as he turned to walk away.

”Yeah! Well I don’t like you anyway!” Diana sneered.

“If you don’t want to die tomorrow you should come with us.” Morter stated abruptly ignoring Diana’s immaturity.

Oromis stopped short and thought it over for a moment. Then without warning turned around and punched Morter in the eye.

Morter recovered as fast as he was hit and responded by throwing an uppercut to his jaw sending his ex-friend 2 feet in the air.

”Hey! Stop this!” Jessica shouted to the boys.

Oromis hit the ground hard on his back and swiftly rolled backward and springed forward tackling Morter to the ground. He quickly got on top of him and started choking Morter with all his might.

Morter’s vision grew dim as he grabed Oromis by his shirt collar and rolled on top of him to mercilessly beat Oromis with his fists.


“I Said STOP!!” Jessie commanded as she and 3 other older kids tore them away from each other and put them each in a full nelson.

Morter and Oromis both stared at each other with hate-filled eyes

“Lets get them to the medicinal center” said a nameless older male. “Yeah.” Jessie replied annoyed.

Minutes seemed like seconds to Morter as he was walked to the minor injury clinic. He wanted to continue the fight, He wanted to be beating the crap out of him like he was doing before.

“You and your little boyfriend can go now.” The doctor informed Jessie.

“Right.” Morter said emotionlessly

Morter opened the door only to be face to face with Oromis coming out of his check up across the hall.

Jessica looked at Oromis then back at Morter, dumbfounded at how much bad luck they could have in one day. No, no, no! Why now?

“You look aweful” Oromis said carefully checking over morters black-eye and neck bruises

Morter took one look at Oromis’s black and blue face and cut lip. “Your one to talk” He replied in the same cautious tone.

A moment went by before they both snorted and broke out into laughter together. Without having to say a word somehow both twelve year olds knew they were friends again.