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  "writing": "The Prototype\n\nNight had fallen on the city of Ciudad Porcelana, a city home to more than three million inhabitants. A city dogged by waves of criminal activity and corruption, a city whose prime income extended from the commerce and tourist industries, its beaches particularly revered. A city of whom its Spanish lick and culture drew said tourists from out wide and afar, a city that hid its dark underbelly well away from its nightlife and commercial activities. Now, it was a city on the brink...\n\nAfter working a late shift as Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of Blacklight Energy Drinks Ltd, the stocky male Pachirisu known as Patrick Mercer, or alternatively The Prototype or Deus, made his way home at last. It had been a stressful shift, marked for potential failures in the latest discoveries and experiments, and having helped to try and stem the tide himself. It was raining too, a stormy night, flashes of lightning tore across the darkened sky and threatened to rip apart the clouds from which they spawned. Another clap of thunder deafened loudly overhead like a fighter plane tearing through the sound barrier and the rain poured torrents, the Pachirisu's clothing and white and crimson fur wet through and drenched, and dripping all over, his footsteps sloshing in the water and puddles that had accumulated on the ground.\n\nClad in his traditional white buttoned shirt, cream zip up sweater and of course his black, hooded leather-like coat, he wandered a quickened pace along the city's promenade, not too far from home now. All he could think about was his family as usual, how they always cheered him up even at the worst of times, and today certainly felt like one of them. He ignored the violent waves of the sea crashing down on the moist and sloppy sand of the beach with nary a footprint upon it today, and knew that there had been unconfirmed reports of infected civilians both human and Pokemon alike, whom apparently displayed large bloody sores and blisters upon their bodies like oversized pimples. \n\nOf course some of the blame was shifted on him as an advanced scientist of biology and medicine, but for now he ignored the criticisms from the media in particular until he could discover what was going on within the city, and whether it really was an infection, and as such perhaps even a virus had been released by an unknown, likely nefarious, source. Still though, his thoughts still rested on his family, and by now he could see his white villa beachside home in the distance, and could almost feel its warmth already. However, at that moment he caught sight of the Seven Bars Arcade, a traditional art deco style building across the road, and what happened to it shocked him greatly.\n\n\"Wh-what the fuck?\"\n\n---\n\nInfected\n\nWith the rain pouring down so thick to almost act like a fog, the male Pachirisu known as Patrick Mercer looked over towards the old but popular Seven Bars Arcade building, one on the corner of a junction, with its old, art deco style architecture, as it promptly exploded. Shrapnel and debris flew from its orifices, its beautiful architecture crumbling into ruin as a plume of black smoke rose into the night sky above. Patrick had to dodge various pieces of debris that were thrown his way, although noticed a pair of shocked lost tourists unfortunately lose their lives as they were sliced clean in half around their midriff by flying chains. \n\nAs their blood poured profusely to the pavement beneath them, diluted and carried by the rain, the male Pachirisu then heard an unusual sound, a horrifying sound. From within, a set of infected individuals, their mouths dripping blood down their chins, their fur and skin flaking and their clothing tattered with burn marks and blood, made their way outside through all the smoke, including a Lucario, Typhlosion, Floatzel, a Raichu pair of both genders and most tragically, a young Pichu who could have been no more than a toddler. Their roars, snarls and gurgles would alarm Patrick, and let him know that besides the spontaneous explosion, that there was something very, very wrong...\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Holy fuck...!!\"\n\nExclaimed The Prototype as the Seven Bars Arcade exploded, sending debris and shrapnel of varying sizes scattering through the air. Saddened by the needless deaths of the lost tourists who were violently sliced in half, the male Pachirisu dived to the floor and covered his face and head with his paws, as if to avoid the oncoming debris. One indeed flew over his head, right between his ears, a whizzing sound making it obvious to him of the narrow escape, while other chunks of building and arcade machines landed around him, making the promenade and street resemble a dumping ground as the black smoke column continued to rise into the sky.\n\nJust as he slowly sat himself up though and regathered his bearings, he overheard unnatural snarls and moans emanating from the smoke, and widened his eyes as he witnessed a set of infected individuals emerge from the wreckage, and saddened further that one was an infant. Wanting to put these souls out of their misery to let them rest in peace, Patrick scooped himself onto his feet as his right arm morphed into the large metallic blade arm.\n\n\"This is no way for you guys to go. Whoever did this is going to pay, but first I will bring your souls the peace you deserve.\"\n\n\n---\nInfected\n\nQuickly enough the male Pachirisu would realise that the young Pichu toddler was the child of the Raichu pair, sporting a deep neck wound that appeared jagged and pulsed with blood, that poured down its formerly smart looking pink jacket, also indicating its gender. Soon enough, the Lucario, Typhlosion and Floatzel were on to Patrick in a flash, sprinting for him like Olympic athletes as their mouths continued to spew blood along with the wounds that pockmarked their bodies. Tragically, the small Pichu stuck with its parents despite the hideous mutation each of them had undergone, all ravenous and hungry for flesh as the Lucario particularly leaped for the Pachirisu, while the rain still fell in droves as the Typhlosion and Floatzel appeared to wait for the Lucario to down their next prospective meal and join in like it was the most gruesome banquet anybody had ever devised.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Oh fuck. I'm...I'm so sorry.\"\n\nThe Prototype spoke out as he quickly noticed the young Pichu clinging to the pair of Raichu, even as an infected and perhaps undead bunch of individuals. Clearly incensed by the very sight, the male Pachirisu clasped his unmutated paw to his mouth and face as his eyes filled with tears as a result, such a horrible thought to deal with. Unfortunately before he could show any real respect, the other infected individuals became increasingly ravenous for flesh and particularly the Lucario who made a leap for him. \n\nAfter noting the deep wounds of the infected, particularly the Pichu and her gruesome jagged neck wound, the Lucario forced him on his back again and attempted to bite his neck or chest, or even his face as his mouth and teeth came perilously close at least three or four times as The Prototype attempted to move his blade arm into position. Eventually he did, headbutting the Lucario and sitting up quickly, and in doing so slashed the Lucario's stomach open from right to left, causing his intestines to begin spilling out and then stood up once again, swishing his blade arm to slice open the Lucario's throat so deeply it almost beheaded his infected form, but nonetheless caused blood to squirt like a faucet.\n\n\"I don't enjoy this. I feel great shame putting you good people down...\"\n\n---\n\nInfected\n\nWith the young Pichu still sticking close to her parents despite their infected, mindless states, the three of them with neck wounds still pulsing blood down their once nice but now tattered and dirty clothing, the three gurgled and snarled as the Lucario was struck by the male Pachirisu known as Patrick Mercer, first across the stomach which caused him to kneel down, dropping his blood soaked briefcase to the floor at his side.\n\n\"I'm...I'm sorry...\"\n\nHe mumbled, choking on his own blood in his throat as he clasped his stomach, trying and failing to keep his intestines from protruding and spilling down onto the floor in a mess of bloody coiled loops and a pool of blood, his once well groomed business suit flapping in tatters in the violent wind that enveloped them all. Looking at Patrick, he almost begged to be killed before his mind was overcome by the infection again, and had his wish granted when the Pachirisu sliced open his throat so deeply his head rocked back and he fell forward to the floor, blood spraying from the wound as the now bloodied rainwater splashed up and around his body. In his place the Floatzel, wearing a long flowing dress and carrying a handbag, made a beeline for Patrick and she dodged his slashes and movements with his blade arm much to his frustration and curiosity with relative ease.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"So...so am I.\"\n\nThe Prototype mumbled with tears in his eyes, his eyes themselves widened a little by the fact that the Lucario had spoken, telling that these individuals had not yet fully succumbed to their infection, but were also too far along to be cured as well. That also let him know why the Pichu stuck with her parents, but could not ponder on it for too long as the Lucario fell in a bloody mess to the floor, his briefcase dropped aside and his entrails spreading from under him. Shortly after, he saw the Floatzel step up to him and he attempted to swish his blade arm through her body, only to widen his eyes in surprise as she dodged to his side, and did so again and again with every subsequent attack.\n\n\"Come on, love, it is too late for you now. I want you to be at peace.\"\n\nPatrick said with a frown, as he tried an upward slash this time only to see her jump over it just in time. Shaking his head he then saw she began throwing punches his way, and dodged barely each time by moving his head or body aside. Trying yet another sidewards slicing technique to connect with her legs or stomach and then an upwards one, he could not tell if he connected or not when he realised she made a roundhouse kick movement and kicked him across his jaw, sending him flying through the dishevelled wall of the arcade which caused it to crumble further and the ceiling and rooftop to collapse inwards on top of him.\n\n---\n\nInfected\n\n\"I...I don't want to die.\"\n\nThe Floatzel mustered in a deep feminine Spanish accent, gurgling as she spoke causing more blood to spill from her mouth. Notably, large blisters and sores also appeared to pockmark her body and that of the others which protruded through their clothing and looked more than a little painful, but nonetheless she had taken the offence now and began punching at Patrick Mendoza-Mercer numerous times, narrowly missing turning his face into pulp time and time again. However once he tried slashing at her again, he only succeeded in slicing through her arm, cutting it off just above the elbow as his blade arm also cut through her handbag.\n\nAs her severed arm slowly fell and dropped to the floor, causing blood to spray from the remaining stump, her handbag fell in half and a necklace complete with large beads fell and hit the floor, snapping it and causing the beads to scatter across the surface of the promenade. Loose change from her purse did much the same, as did anything else that resided in her bag, but among it all she kicked out at him, surprising him and sending him through the remains of the arcade wall, causing it and the roof to collapse on him. As the male Pachirisu recovered no doubt somewhere among the rubble, she and the Typhlosion actively sought him out and began digging through the rubble in their obsessive quest to find him. After all, they needed flesh to feed on and it had been a while. For them, it was feeding time.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Ugh...wh-what the fuck?\"\n\nPatrick grumbled in surprise as he pushed away a pile of debris, plaster and shards of glass away from his body and clothing, muffled claps of thunder rumbling on outside as he dusted himself off as well as he slowly sat himself up on the carpet of the arcade, which had inevitably become covered in the scattered debris around him and rubbed his eyes with his paws as if to regather his bearings. Once the blur in his vision had gone, he found himself sitting within a relatively untouched area of the now darkened arcade from the earlier explosion, though the ceiling of course collapsed downwards on one side where his body had been kicked through along with the walls that buckled inwards around that area, with the glass from windows, arcade machine screens and wall lights strewn across the fabric of the now dusty blue carpet while a cacophony of arcade machines formed some sort of maze around him. \n\nFruit machines, two cent machines and crane machines joined the more gamey related entertainment such as Silent Hill Arcade and House of the Dead. The screens of some were cracked, spewing sparks while others sat forlorn and unused while in the corner, a Change booth sat closed with the shutter down. The male Pachirisu surveyed all of this and then looked up towards the ceiling, narrowing his eyes as if to gauge whether its fragmented remains was going to cause a further collapse and bury him a second time. He sure hoped not. With ceiling lights flickering like strobe lights, sparks also showering down from them while he looked over towards the collapsed entrance. The earlier fumbling sounds of the Typhlosion and Floatzel clamouring to get to him through the debris could no longer be heard. Nothing but silence permeated his occasionally flicking ears and he felt like getting himself back to his feet, before overhearing loud thumping sounds emanating from behind the shutter of the Change booth causing him to glance over that way. His emotions toyed with him again as he thought of the infected that he had seen, those poor innocent people. His eyes were moist at those thoughts.\n\n\"O-Oh no. Pl-please not more...\"\n\n---\n\nInfected\n\nAll was silent within a relatively untouched area of the arcade as Patrick Mercer found himself sitting on the carpet within its confines as dust swirled in the air and the occasional gout of plaster fell from the cracks in the ceiling as it barely held itself together, the carpet itself as well as the arcade machines showered with it all over along with the shards of glass and pieces of collapsed wall and ceiling, some machines toppled over on their sides with their screens cracked or shattered, sparks spurting from each one that scorched the carpet around them. On the cream coloured walls were cracked photographs and artworks of the arcade in its prime as well as that of the beautiful Ciudad Porcelana promenade that made the city a long time prime holiday resort, as well as of course the Change booth in one corner, its white shutter down but it rattled with violence as something behind it stirred.\n\nThe lights flickering like strobe lights on the ceiling above, sparks emanating from the sockets themselves, the sound of a female chuckle roused and echoed throughout the arcade, an innocent yet mocking chuckle that surely gained the attention of the male Pachirisu's ears. The shutter continued to rattle and shake with whatever activity was behind it, and Patrick feared that despite the Typhlosion and Floatzel no longer digging their way inwards through the debris at the collapsed entrance, that whatever it was behind the shutter was another as yet unseen individual, perhaps even two or more. The female chuckle aroused his attention again, louder this time and further toying with his emotions, before finally a fruit machine crashed to the floor nearby, spilling currency from the back of it along with scampering footsteps, softly padding against the fabric of the carpet over and over, like whoever it was, was wandering around in circles.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\nFor a moment, The Prototype still sat in place, gauging the directions from which any noise emanated from and to ensure his bearings, as another muffled clap of thunder outside made itself known. He remembered being in the Seven Bars Arcade a few times before, mostly with close friend and fellow businessman and entrepreneur Alejandro Moreno, the male Emolga he had not seen in the flesh for several months now due to him taking on a world cruise with his wife and son, and only occasionally would they talk on Skype. He remembered the arcade as a minor activity while he and Alejandro were in unsober states, wiling away some time to lose any unneeded loose change from their pockets before they went home, but now the arcade was condemned owing to the earlier explosion and near collapse.\n\nPatrick then rolled backwards and onto his feet in a crouched position, before finally standing upright again, his still moist eyes still surveying and looking around like a pair of security cameras ready to catch the next criminal. He threw up his arm to shield his eyes from the intensity of the light flickering, as they acted like strobe lights and then gasped suddenly when he overheard the rousing and mocking female chuckle that echoed throughout the arcade. As such, he could not determine a particular direction while the shutter of the Change booth in the corner rattled with violence in that something must be stirring behind it. The male Pachirisu hoped desperately in his mind that whatever it was, was not yet another infected individual or a fresh swathe of them. His emotions were toyed with enough seeing innocent people turn into ravenous crazies hungry for raw, warm flesh and meat. With it still rattling, Patrick took a few steps towards it as if to gauge if the shutter had a gap that he could possibly peak through, but then clutched his chest as he jolted in shock at the sound of the female chuckling, and again when the fruit machine crashed to the floor. Turning his head to look behind him, he saw nothing though in spite of the scampering, padded footsteps that he overheard, the flashing lights mocking him further it seemed.\n\n---\n\nInfected\n\nWith Patrick having hauled himself back to his feet, the distinct and violent rattling of the Change booth shutter had stopped as suddenly as it began, the footsteps too fading into nothingness. Now, an uncomfortable veil of silence fell upon The Prototype once again as he stepped forward a few paces, the only sounds the sparks flowing from the ceiling light sockets and a good few overturned arcade machines, the pouring rain outside and the muffled claps of thunder that resonated every thirty seconds or so. For the moment, everything else was quiet, too quiet.\n\nThen, the female chuckling roused a third time, louder this time than ever but then, that too stopped. Instead, a masculine one replaced it, louder still and the male Pachirisu found himself turning his head to look behind him again. With the lights still flashing like strobes, a tall figure in silhouette was there, complete with what appeared to be a brim hat and red glowing eyes that illuminated well in the darkness. There, it tapped what appeared to be a cane against the floor once, twice. As The Prototype took a moment to blink, the figure seemed to disappear, only for him to turn his head forth and find it standing over him now, shocking him and making him fall on his backside again. One more time the masculine chuckle made itself known, the one, two tapping of the cane before the ceiling lights shattered all around, showering the carpet and machines with hot glass and sparks and narrowly avoided Patrick himself. Unfortunately for him, the figure had disappeared again and, forced to regather his bearings a second time, was suddenly jumped as the Floatzel forced him on his back and sunk her teeth into his neck, violently and hungrily tearing it open like a vicious and wild dog.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Who...who the fuck are you? What the fuck is going on?\"\n\nThe Prototype asked or rather demanded, but was predictably met with ignorance and silence. Having noticed the Change booth shutter had stopped its rattling and then the feminine and masculine chuckles, he studied the darkened, glowing eyed figure that appeared behind him, and then again in front of him. This forced his heart to skip a beat and gave him a massive jolt as he fell back on his backside on the carpet when he saw the figure standing over him, glaring down at him. That was where he asked his questions, but nothing was to come of it and the figure soon disappeared into the darkness again, not to be seen any longer, the tapping of his cane seemingly signalling the lights above to shatter and shower the floor and machines with hot shards of glass and sparks. Ducking on his side and holding his paws over his face and head, he narrowly avoided being hit or cut by the raining glass. Unfortunately though, by the time he was about to sit back up again and regather his bearings, the Floatzel had jumped him, teeth sinking into the side of his neck and tearing it open with jagged chunks of flesh dangling and protruding from the wound. \n\nGrunting somewhat in pain, a large and warm arterial squirt splattered onto the carpet, pooling crimson quickly as more splashed the Floatzel's face. Quickly however, his arms morphed and sticky tendrils shot from his mutated paws, quickly ensnaring and binding the water type's arms and legs. Hoisting her up and away from him, only to look like a puppet on strings dangling in midair, the tendrils that finally ripped her body in half from the head down, her intestines and organs spilling out sloppily onto the floor and allowed the male Pachirisu to lay on his side and grasp his neck. Blood squirted between his fingers profusely, the warm liquid thick and gooey causing him to grit his teeth and slowly stand himself onto his feet again. Unfortunately, the weight of the bisected Floatzel held aloft by the sticky tendrils on the walls caused the walls and ceiling to further collapse inwards, forcing him to dash and throw himself through the crumbling wall with all his might. Forward rolling when he landed to break his fall, he found himself back on the promenade amongst the pouring rain, lightning and thunder again but as he sprung to his feet again, slipped and landed clumsily on his front. In front of him, he watched as the Seven Bars Arcade collapsed entirely into a heap of nothingness, throwing up a dust cloud around him like a thick mist, just as the open wound on his neck began to close up. At that moment though, he came to wonder where the remaining infected were, so he could finally put them out of their misery once and for all.\n\n---\n\nInfected\n\nAs The Prototype slipped over in the rain and clumsily landed on his front due to the driving rain making the ground slick and wet, the Seven Bars Arcade building finally collapsed before his very eyes. Now just chunks of debris and metal jutting up from the floor, a dust cloud was thrown around him and the immediate area like a veiled mist, blending with the pouring rain and making visibility even more difficult. Just at that moment as well, the male Pachirisu would hear a bout of childish giggling.\n\n\"Is...is he OK, mama? Papa? He looks like he could be hurt.\"\n\nChimed an inquisitive, childish voice through the midst of the laughter. As Patrick turned his head to look behind him, the shadowed form of the female Pichu child among the misty dust stood and pointed his way. Soon after, the forms of both of her parents appeared to either side of her, snarling and choking on their own blood. They appeared more infected than the youngster with advanced sores and blisters that grossly popped from time to time upon their bodies, secreting profuse amounts of puss. The Pichu herself barely had any though and as such her consciousness appeared much more intact. However, Patrick then heard more snarling in front of him and turned his head back around to find the Typhlosion standing right over him. Hungry for flesh, the bulky fire type then attempted to grab at the male Pachirisu and slash at him repeatedly, as if to try opening him up like cutting open a pie to reveal the filling.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Yes, kid. I'm...I'm fine. Don't worry about me.\"\n\nThe Prototype replied in the direction of the young Pichu, in a soft and kindly manner after turning his head to see her shadowed form within the thick misty veil of the dust cloud and that of her more infected parents, cringing a little whenever he saw their sores and blisters pop which oozed yellow-white puss from their remains. Tears moistened his eyes and welled within them, feeling helpless that such a young child with a bright future was beyond saving, like having a terminal illness. Unfortunately, as he acted emotionally towards her he then heard the snarls from in front, and jolted again as he looked up to see the bulky Typhlosion standing over him, whom wasted little time in attempting to grab and slash at his squirrel-like form. Patrick rolled backwards quickly however onto his feet and his right arm mutated into the blade arm, blocking his slashing as sparks flew off of its metallic surface. \n\nIn the midst, he ducked his head from another attempt before swishing his blade arm in return, connecting with and slicing off four fingers from the fire type's right paw. As they scattered about on the promenade pavement and he reeled back from the inevitable pain, the male Pachirisu seized the initiative and thrust the blade arm forth that plunged deep into the Typhlosion's abdomen, emerging from his back. Quickly he twisted it to force him to to his knees, before withdrawing it and slicing through his jawline. Back flipping and twisting through the air to face the other way, he mutated his arms again into the tendrils as he landed on one knee gracefully, firing two shots of them at the pair of Raichu, watching regretfully as they were hoisted up and suspended between lampposts, before being torn in half at the waist, leaving only the Pichu child now. Mutating his arms back to normal once more, he then gestured with his paw for the Pichu to come to him, so he could comfort her on her losses, tears once again making his eyes sheen.\n\n\"I'm...I'm so sorry, kid. They...they were beyond saving. Do you...want a cuddle? Comfort?\"\n\n---\n\nInfected\n\n\"You're like a superhero defeating all the bad, nasty men!\"\n\nThe young Pichu exclaimed, squealing with glee as The Prototype took apart the Typhlosion she perceived to be a bad man and evil. Giggling a little, she watched him flip through the air only to land and face her way and that of her parents, as the fire type Typhlosion's head from the mouth upwards slid off onto the floor, his body slumping helplessly sideways to the ground the other way pulsing blood from the remaining stump, tongue flapping gruesomely among the flesh. However, she then noted him use his tendrils to attack her infected parents and she widened her eyes and squealed again, this time not from glee, but terror and sadness. \n\nIn that one moment, she felt lost and afraid, as she attempted to run and jump up to them before they were pulled apart violently by the sticky biomass made tendrils, which showered her with blood as a result from standing beneath them. Turning around, she saw the male Pachirisu on his knees looking ashamed and explaining himself, before offering her solace and comfort. At that moment she remembered that she too was infected, and hesitated for a moment, but that Patrick Mercer's insistence made her change her mind. There she wandered forth into his arms, and began to sob into his coat sadly as he too no doubt shed tears of his own. She then looked up at him, and spoke up.\n\n\"I...I didn't want to die all alone, all afraid, mister. I didn't want to be all on my own. I thank you so much for comforting me, mister, but it's my time to go now. I won't feel alone anymore when you do what you must do.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"I try to be, young one. I try to be...\"\n\nThe Prototype nodded as he spoke softly, as the young Pichu threw herself into his arms as he knelt, offering her solace, comfort and a hug. He could tell that her infection was not taking hold of her consciousness for now and as such felt at ease for ensuring she would not feel alone. When she spoke her words though after that, he could no longer hold back his own emotions and sadness, as tears escaped down his cheeks as he held her closely, noting her all tearful and sad as well. He hated anything happening to a child, someone who had their whole life ahead of them to make of it what they would and the thought greatly saddened him. \n\nHe hoped he would never have had to come to this moment, to see such a young child infected by some unknown strain of a biological agent or virus, but as she said he knew he must do what he had to do, to avoid her body being harnessed into an unwitting cannibal. With his lower lip quivering somewhat as he tried to force himself away from sobbing, he lifted his paws up as their eyes met one another's one last time. He saw her nodding at him and smiling softly, but he could barely smile back, as his paws clutched the sides of her head. He then looked away to his side and gritted his teeth, before tugging and snapping her neck, and felt her body become lifeless against his own. It was then that tears escaped him more profusely, and moved his paws to his eyes to start sobbing into them.\n\n\"I...I will get them, kid. I will make them pay for what they did to you, to your mother and father. I remember feeling alone too at your age. I remember all too well...\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\nWith The Prototype sobbing after having to do such a thing to a young child, albeit one infected with something incurable and potentially very dangerous, the shutters of the Change booth that somehow still stood after the arcade building's collapse began to rattle again. This time, the shutters burst open and revealed a heavily armoured Dragonite clutching a gatling gun. Known as Scourge, the masculine Dragonite raised his firearm and began firing it, announcing himself on the scene.\n\n\"Oh get over yourself, mate. Stop with this shite already!\"\n\nHis Cockney accent resonated in the male Pachirisu's direction, as his rounds splashed around Patrick's body. Unfortunately, some also penetrated the young Pichu's now lifeless body, tearing it in half at the midriff and deforming much of the rest of it, which would no doubt anger the Pachirisu greatly. Scourge simply smirked though, sadistically, puffing on a cigar as he did while he spoke up again to an as yet unseen individual.\n\n\"Oi Augustine, come out 'ere! Sort out this soppy cunt for us, would ya?\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"Isn't it very sad? This is the result of of the recklessness and foolishness of those who think they can hastily invent evolution. So overconfident in their knowledge and capabilities as scientists.\"\n\nA feminine voice would sound off from among the surrounding area soon after Scourge called to the name and with the rain that showered everywhere along with the gunfire, it was hard to make out the footsteps in the mist until the perpetrator approached enough in the form of a casually dressed female Minccino who stood with her paws resting upon her hips. She appeared calm and collected despite the scenario and gave somewhat of a pitied kind of expression but otherwise didn't seem overcome with sadness unlike the Prototype Pachirisu as she berated the failed efforts of the scientists who created failed viruses like this virus in the first place. With all the infected Pokemon having been put out of their misery by the Prototype Pachirisu leaving him in an emotional state especially over the young Pichu and having to have been put down, the Dragonite had made the situation worse with his actions and behavior while the female Minccino walked forward a few steps.\n\n\"But in the end their endurance to tamper with artificial evolution eventually resulted in this Blacklight power, isn't that right Prototype? Such a terrifying force of nature. What are it's limits? What are it's powers and weaknesses? How does it work? Many can't help but wonder.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"It is sad. At least those like myself have emotions, that I care. You're trying to call me a bad guy here? When you're the ones who just tore a kid's body apart?\"\n\nThe Prototype began to speak up, trembling with his emotions at that moment after having to snap the neck of such a young, infected child in the Pichu. However, his emotions came to fore when the gatling gun of Scourge tore the youngster's body apart callously and coldly, without a single shred of remorse for the innocent soul which splashed him with her blood, his face and clothing covered in crimson. He then stood himself up and clenched his fists though, and turned around, glaring daggers suddenly at Scourge who had finally stopped firing and also the newly appeared female Minccino with the odd, pockmarked appearance. Seething with anger suddenly after he wiped his eyes of tears, he then mutated his arm into the blade again and dashed towards the smirking Dragonite, leaping into the air and prepared to slice him thin where he stood.\n\n\"I did not create Blacklight to harness evil. I created Blacklight to do good. You think I'll reveal anything to you? You will never understand, and I will make sweet fucking sure of it.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"If it wasn't for the original group and everyone involved in it, can you say all those who died by this science would have still had happy lives?\"\n\nHarmonie asked of Patrick Mercer further providing him with psychological attacks to his mentality further shaming those who started the whole thing as the Prototype Pachirisu seethed with anger and wiped his tears away before readying his arm to morph into the blade arm. She narrowed her eyes as he made his prepared movements to charge at the Dragonite and attack looking to slice him up and she made her swift movement dashing from her spot striking hundreds of raindrops in her path as though they were frozen in time closing in on Patrick as he got right up to Scourge.\n\nManaging his blade arm inches from his head before Harmonie delivered her powerful kick to his side sending him flying in that direction thwarting the attack with a shock wave from the contact flowing behind him which blew a hole in the building a distance away from where he'd land and as soon as she'd land on her feet, the space behind her path that was completely clear of rain suddenly filled with it again having took only a tenth of a second for both Patrick and Harmonie to throw their attacks.\n\n\"Well you don't have to reveal it. Because I already have it. Albeit not the full strand yet. Still you saw the results of what it's imperfect versions did. Was this virus really worth it? Because look who got their hands on it now.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"I still regret their deaths, you know? I still do and I am effectively carrying on their legacy with ever improving what Blacklight is and stands for.\"\n\nThe Prototype gritted his teeth and growled as he made his way through the air to cut down on the masculine armoured Dragonite known as Scourge. Noting he did not move a muscle, he frowned as his blade came down towards him only to be deflected by a powerful kick to his side, causing him to widen his eyes and grunt as he was sent sprawling across the floor, rolling backwards and then sidewards on the slick rain trodden concrete until finally coming to a stop a few feet away. Looking behind him, he saw the shockwave from the Minccino's kick strike a building and buckle its wall, blowing a hole through its surface behind him. There, he swiftly stood himself up with the coldest glare in Harmonie's direction. Morphing his paws into the tendrils again he quickly shot a few strings forth through the rain with incredible speed, as he dashed forward towards her to connect with them and hopefully pull her up and tear her apart with them, with violent force.\n\n\"How the fuck did you acquire that? Only I can grant someone any form of Blacklight. It is not a virus. It is a biological agent.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"You regret them? And what have you done to stop that from happening ever again? To repay all the victims that had families still alive?\"\n\nWith the loud boom of the hole being blown into the building some distance away from where Patrick landed, Harmonie witnessed Patrick morphing his paw into the tendrils where she would immediately react upon him fling them in her direct which splatters thousands of raindrops in the same time frame but from a larger distance and more covered ground having leaped upward to an angle flipping several times.\n\nThis causing the tendrils to miss narrowly with her ever changing movements and momentum as each one penetrated objects and tore through things like paper and morphed her arm into the blade arm immediately slashed as Patrick had made it to her after dashing destroying every raindrop in the air in front of her as she threw her counter attack at him ready to dismember or cause a heavy wound.\n\n\"You think you can protect it and it will never fall into the paws of others. That was a foolish belief. But keeping it in existence you have only yourself to blame for that risk.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"I have compensated the families heavily for their losses. I didn't plan to lose them, but things go wrong sometimes. I'm sure you're a real little angel who's never done anything wrong though, aren't you.\"\n\nPatrick retaliated, infuriated by the lecturing he was being given by Harmonie Augustine whom he saw as a hypocrite given that she was using the very thing she was fighting against it seemed. Growling, he watched as his tendrils narrowly missed the female Minccino and ended up being nothing but grisly versions of celebration tinsels hanging from the scenery. While they pulled down already buckled streetlights or pulled out large segments of building walls due to their sticky biomass pull, The Prototype watched as Harmonie tore through each raindrop in her dashing and slashed at him with her blade arm.\n\nAt the last second however, Patrick mutated his arm into the blade as well, bringing it up to block the oncoming Minccino's attack and as sparks flung from the clashed blades, the male Pachirisu pushed her back. He then rushed forth himself, flipping over her and twisting in the air. As he did, his arms morphed again, this time into the Hammerfist where he slammed into the ground behind her, causing a large shockwave and equally large spikes suddenly erupted from the concrete both around and beneath her, in the hope of impaling and tearing her apart.\n\n\"Oh I'm sure you've never taken a risk in your life, have you. No I'm sure you are Little Miss Perfect, right? Against my creation but using it for her own undoubtedly selfish gains.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"Those such as GENTEK cast away the natural evolution of Pokemon capabilities and try to play Arceus by artificially enhancing and creating new powers through experiments and viruses with no regard for anything but science.\"\n\nHarmonie remarked showing she actually bashed not just him but the ideals of groups such as GENTEK itself while the tendrils had pulled lampposts down and other surfaces that they stuck to and the clash of her blade arm against his own creating sparks that flew every direction as a result destroying further raindrops around the circle they were in before the resulting shockwave blew further ones away from the circle and anything on the ground near them.\n\nHarmonie would find herself pushed back by the Prototype Pachirisu's superior strength by his full strand and slid on the ground a few meters when he charged her position and leaped with a twist over her dodging the slash she performed with her blade arm destroying further raindrops in front of herself. Narrowing her eyes and darting them to the side as he land and morphed his arm again into the Hammerfist, there he swung it down behind her causing a huge shockwave destroying raindrops everywhere in a huge radius and flung tons of concrete into the air where she began to jump and flip gritting her teeth as spikes erupted everywhere around grazing her body while she evaded and moved away.\n\n\"Not yet, but soon the necessary will be inevitable. Conduits and Blacklight hosts play with powers they don't understand and it makes them think they are gods. You'll find that only those with the right mindset can use them properly for the right reasons. The boss was very intelligent on this end, after all.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"It is NOT a virus. It is a biological agent. You are implying that I created it with the intent to cause acts of terrorism. That was NOT the intention and never will be the intention.\"\n\nPatrick seethed with rage, as the large biomass made spikes erupted from the crumbling ground around them and for the moment appeared like a miniature futuristic city of dark triangular towers. As Harmonie evaded albeit grazed, he gritted his teeth again as the spikes finally retracted, leaving the floor heavily cracked and deformed. In doing so, and with a flash of lightning and crack of thunder, The Prototype then morphed his arms into the claws and suddenly leaped forward through the air with speed, claws at the ready and swiped viciously at the female Minccino one at the other as she landed.\n\n\"You will never eradicate Blacklight. To be rid of Blacklight is to be rid of me, and an Evolved cannot destroy a Prototype. Your attempts will be futile. I choose only those I can trust and with a great amount of deliberation.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"Weither it was your intention or not is not the point. You may have perfected it to leave your body and mind un-corrupted but it doesn't change what its roots were. The plaguing virus that ravaged the city it was born in.\"\n\nWith Harmonie having land after the spikes retracted leaving massive damages all over the surrounding area of the city, the rain poured down continuously in the calm moment as the two would stare each other down with thunder noises overhead. Upon a lightning strike hitting the ground near them almost as if in slow motion Patrick morphed his arms into the claws and leaped forward through the air her way unleashing them in a fury as she narrowed her eyes and began to perform advanced military-like fighting capabilities.\n\nHer paws morphed into a duo of blade arms and began to perform parries as sparks flew from the resulting clash and despite Patrick's superior speed, endurance and strength, Harmonie's moves proved to be professional level as she countered and ended up behind him where she morphed her arm back into normal and kung fu jabbed him in the back in the form of a shove to make him stagger forward before jumping and swinging her tail at the back of his head in order to try knocking him away and all of these clashes happened in a mere second as several loud booms with each strike blew things around them away and a huge sphere around them was devoid of rain.\n\n\"I don't have to erase you. But because of what you are right now, you can't erase me. You are more a brawler. You have never once trained in any sort of combat. Therefore your attacks are not as effective as they could be. You outclass me in every attribute right now. Speed, Strength, Endurance, power. And yet your fighting style is far inferior. This is natural evolution and skill vs stronger yet amateur skill relying solely on the power you have. That is why I beat you in a fight despite being only an evolved.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Most never been done before science projects carry a great risk. All of us knew that on its development. Those who were infected was unfortunate, but I am sorry to those who were affected but it happens. I have never intended to harm anybody who didn't deserve it.\"\n\nThe Prototype explained himself in fury, the rain still lashing down like watery needles that formed a vapour filled misty veil in the surrounding area due to the amount, lightning and thunder cracking the sky and sound barrier respectively with their light and sound. Angered but focused and determined, the male Pachirisu noted the lightning fork and strike the ground near them dramatically, throwing up small chunks of tarmac from the empty road they stood on and noted that Harmonie must have had military training, making him frown deeper.\n\n\"You know, just because you've had military training does not make you superior to me. I defied Blackwatch and GENTEK for years, two factions with high class military training. I have mastered all of these abilities too. Have you mastered your blades? I doubt it somehow.\"\n\nHe chastised as he noted her blade arms mutating from her arms and mutated his arm into the larger blade as well, clashing and countering each slash she made like a duel of swords striking repeatedly while sparks showered from their metallic hues and spread across the slick and soaking floor around them. He then widened his eyes and noted that she had disappeared, only to feel a kung fu jab to the back and stumbled forward. However he reacted with sheer speed and turned as her tail swung at him, causing his blade arm to slash across it with grievous intent and open up a gaping wound.\n\n\"I have trained actually. I don't master abilities simply through luck, you know. You're really full of yourself, aren't you. You think just because you've had some fancy military training that you're better and more precise than me. You think I'm just some big dumb brawler like all the rest. I'll be happy to prove a cunt wrong.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"And yet with all that your preparations failed to stop such a risk from getting out.\"\n\nHarmonie remarked in a rebuttal towards the Prototype Pachirisu showing she would not be backing down in the slightest and had blood splatter all over in the blink of an eye clashing with raindrops everywhere around the general area before it all evaporated by the sheer speed of the Blade arm's slash. Having missed her attack on his head and got countered by it with a gash having opened on it a few micro-seconds after the attack was launched on her and caused her to grit her teeth as she landed behind him with blood coating the ground followed by rain refilling the space around them.\n\nThe pain was immense however would decrease over the course of time as it filled Patrick's blade arm, coat and fur in many areas until the heavy rain began to wash it away when she immediately kicked a large chunk of concrete and flung it in his direction which cut through a line of raindrops like a shooting star and then charged behind it morphing her arms back into the blade arms. Leaping behind it she would come down at at him right after he'd react to the concrete chunk which was three times his size and slashed her blade arms dozens of times at him in a barrage.\n\n---\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Prototype projects are never perfect. That is why they are called prototypes, but obviously you wouldn't understand.\"\n\nThe Prototype rebuked, glaring in an ice cold manner with his eyes that matched it and invariably expected the female Minccino known as Harmonie Augustine to not back down. Regardless, after his previous technique he found her blood splattered a fair amount, staining the rain sodden floor along with his blade arm, face and especially his coat while the rain drove down in spades and began washing it away almost immediately.\n\nOnce she shifted the oversized chunk of concrete his way, he rolled back and then sliced it in half with his blade arm, using his Sonar ability at the same time in order to locate Harmonie. Seeing she appeared behind the now bisected concrete chunk, the male Pachirisu proceeded to bring up his blade arm to counter each and every one of her slashes and slices, which would probably lead to her increased frustration.\n\n\"Or preferably you could just die and stop making the world a worse place to live in.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"Basically you intend to upgrade this virus until it's the most powerful entity on the planet.\"\n\nHarmonie remarked once Patrick had rolled back and used his blade arm to stab through and cleave the over-sized concrete in two making sparks fly everywhere and the two halves to go past him shattering rain drops but moving slowly with the rain due to their movement speed. With that done Harmonie immediately land behind him between the slowly passing concrete chunks and began to use her morphed arms to lash out at him swishing and slashing them rapidly in his direction as he used his own to counter and block.\n\nTo the average eye only noises and and explosive waves could be seen that blew raindrops away due to their speed and pretty much cleared the area around of it, her blade arms colliding against his over and over in various angles and directional swings. Noting he was able to keep up and guard continuously which caused her to perform a fake out scissor chop only to back-flip away landing in front of the still moving concrete chunks that were only a few meters from their position and reverted her blade arms back to normal before punching holes in them with her fists and then using them as boxing gloves to dash forward towards his position stomping the ground and making it crack at his feet splitting to attempt to stagger him and leaped upward bring the left one down at his head with.\n\n\"I don't plan to. And you sure as hell can't finish me at this level.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"It's a biological agent. To call it a virus is to imply that I intend to harness it for terrorist purposes. That could not be further from the truth. Must I keep correcting you or are you just a dreadful listener?\"\n\nThe Prototype asked of Harmonie in a mocking manner after he had cleaved the concrete chunk in two, watching her all the way as she flipped over and landed behind him. After that he quickly swiveled and countered her swishing and slashing with her own blade arms with his own, causing sparks to fly every time they clashed, splitting and bursting raindrops all the time as they lashed down from the storm clouds above. Their speed was such that only noises and explosive shock waves could be seen emanating from their direction and battle, their blade arms still clashing constantly like a sword or fencing duel before Patrick finally watched the female Minccino back off and flip back, noting that she harnessed the concrete chunks for her own gains like boxing gloves. \n\nWhile she stomped on the ground and caused the ground to crack and then split open at his feet, the male Pachirisu had already backflipped and after landing gracefully she would see that his Musclemass ability had taken the place of his blade arm. There, he punched upwards above his head causing a large chunk of her makeshift gloves to shatter, before using the other to smash her full on in the face, sending her careering backwards and through a building. The impact was such that the building was bisected, causing the upper echelons to crumble and crash down on top of her, leaving only the lower half standing among the rubble.\n\n\"Yes well you sure as hell could barely leave a scratch on me at this level either, dear. You've hardly impressed yourself thus far.\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\n\"Oi Augustine! Reckon this fat shite thinks he can play god don't he, mate.\"\n\nScourge piped up suddenly whom had simply been watching the battle thus far, puffing on a cigar casually as he stood a few metres away, his armour withstanding any damage the shock waves could have caused to him. With his gatling gun preserved in its holster on his back, the male Dragonite decided to take some of the matters into his own paws and pulled a rocket launcher from his back, one with a fully fledged targeting system that practically did all the work for him. With lightning still streaking across the sky and the occasional one forking down to the ground like Poseidon's trident, thunder clapping loudly overhead with rain driving down around him, The Prototype and Harmonie, Scourge took aim with his RPG until the targeting mechanic locked on to the male Pachirisu while he was distracted, and fired straight for him.\n\n\"Let us see if you can fuckin' deal with that, ya cocky prick.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"You coming out of there, chickenpox?\"\n\nThe Prototype asked up mockingly as a dust cloud threw up and spewed from the rubble and wreckage of the Vistas al Mar gift shop building, debris and items from the store shelves strewn everywhere around on the promenade as a result of the technique he had used on Harmonie Augustine. Slamming his Musclemass fists together caused small shockwaves to emanate as he readied himself for her reemergence, but then widened his eyes when he heard the sound of a rocket heading straight for him, fired by the armoured male Dragonite known as Scourge. Noting him at the last second and his projectile, Patrick spawned large biomass made shields from his arms and crouched behind them protectively, as the heat seeking projectile made contact but merely bounced off of the shields, and in good timing headed right back for Scourge himself.\n\n\"There's your answer, pal. Have a blast!\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\n\"Whoa what the fuck, mate?!\"\n\nScourge exclaimed after watching his heat seeking missile approaching The Prototype, standing there casually afterwards with a smirk on his face and puffing on his cigar. Expecting Patrick to explode into many fleshy pieces so he and Harmonie Augustine could be done with him already, the armoured male Dragonite then widened his eyes somewhat as the male Pachirisu deflected the projectile right back in his direction without time to think properly. Comically, his cigar dropped from his mouth and hit the floor, dousing it due to the rainfall as he flung himself to the side at the last second to watch the missile explode near a set of parked cars. There, the vehicles were sent barrel rolling through the air with doors flinging off, their alarms sounding off loudly as they landed on their sides or upside down, but all Scourge could think about at that moment while he punched the ground in frustration was his smoke, his armour scorched from the missile's impact.\n\n\"You made me waste a bloody good cigar! You know how expensive they are?!\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\nHarmonie had launched her attack only for Patrick to have summoned up his musclemass ability and punched upward above his head causing one of her concrete chunks to shatter around her paw and widened her eyes as he turned the last one on her by punching it into her. With a loud crackle, the Concrete chunk shattered on her face and the momentum kicked in gritting her teeth as she was then launched like a shooting star backwards covering a full mile worth of distance in an instance as she destroyed all the raindrops with her body creating a clear pathway where he knocked her and went through the building structure and out the other side completely destroying it's foundations.\n\nShe found herself slammed into the side of the dam causing a huge crack and dent as she was pinned against it with little leaks here and there when everything suddenly returned to normal with rain refilling the entire path from Patrick's position to her own and the building then collapsed followed by the leaks flowing normally from small dents. Opening her eyes with a glare as she pulled herself from it and flipped to her feet while her ears twitched hearing the sounds of explosions meaning Patrick was battling Scourge. She began to sprint her way back once again like a flash covering so much ground and making it back in no time. When the missiles explode on the parked crs she leaped at Patrick from behind and glared her eyes as she unleashed her strongest punch to the back of his head looking to return the favor.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"I honestly don't give a fuck, pal...\"\n\nThe Prototype rolled his eyes as he sent back Scourge's own missile with the use of his biomass shields, with the Dragonite merely scorched as vehicles were sent barrel rolling and tumbling through the air. There, the male Pachirisu shrugged, his body liberally drenched in the rainfall that lashed down from the gloomy clouds above along with his clothing but his attention returned to that of Harmonie, whom said not a word, after she had been sent crashing through a building and into the dam previously. \n\nWith the dam now dented, Patrick realised it would probably need reinforcing and at the last second, he moved up his Musclemass imbued arm as he turned around to meet that of the female Minccino's fist with force. Due to its strength, it shattered her paw in an instant, causing it to flop around uselessly, at least for the moment and undoubtedly cause her great pain.\n\n\"You still think you're superior now? An Evolved to best a Prototype? The original? Come now, you may have some skills for an upstart but I've been doing this for years.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\nHarmonie's strike had caused a shockwave of wind behind the Prototype upon impact with his muscle mash blowing away debris and rubble in the process with raindrops also being blow away in the space around them clearing it of rain followed by a boom sound. A loud crack sounded off as she squinted her eyes feeling an immense amount of pain from the blow that she delivered causing a loud cracking sound of it shattered with bones from the Musclemass guarding against her attack making blood drip and coat the ground in red before quickly having rain wash it away after each drop that poured down.\n\nGritting her teeth as she felt the overwhelming pain that came with her broken arm which flopped down useless and narrowed her eyes as she quickly devised a strategy to by time for it and immediately performed a fake out with her other arm swing for a punch. Making him take another guarding attempt when she shifted the punch into a tail sweep instead to break his guard as his feet were tripped up with such speed and then twirled around and threw her punch for an uppercut to his jaw which would send him flying like a shooting star at a slanted upward angle into a building nearby should she connect.\n\n\"Then I'll have to adapt and learn.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\nThe Prototype glared in a cold and menacing manner at Harmonie as his Musclemass ability countered her own punching technique and caused her paw to shatter and her arm to flop around uselessly, noting her blood spattering the floor which was quickly washed away by the driving rain that continued drenching everything around, the snapping sound loud and cringe worthy as the shockwave from the impact petered away into nothing.\n\nUnfortunately a few moments later, he found himself tripped up, the female Minccino deciding to use a punch fake out maneuver before swapping it out to his surprise, causing his eyes to widen and further once she spun around for an uppercut in his journey from her trip to the floor, connecting with his chin full on one side and caused an equally wet and grotesque snapping sound, the impact of which caused him to go crashing back into a nearby gift shop. With his body knocking down some shelves full of gifts and finally the postcard stand, he finally hit the floor on his front as postcards scattered on the floor around him like large, laminated snowflakes. There, among a carpet of postcards, he spat up drops of blood and sat up, wiping his mouth and gathered his bearings, waiting for Harmonie to inevitably reappear. When she did, she would see him grab his dislocated jaw and painfully snap it back into place, before he finally stood up readily again, punching his Musclemass paws together threateningly like a pair of oversized boxing gloves.\n\n\"You probably think you've won now, huh? One hit and I'm out kind of bullshit?\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\nHarmonie had made contain with her sweep and uppercut combo after performing a fake-out punch in order to set him up for it and her paw made a strong shockwave as she connected and launched the Prototype Pachirisu away well over the speed of sound where within milliseconds he covered all the ground from their standing position to his end destination shattering every raindrop until crashing into the gift shot. With this Harmonie had landed upon the ground from the attack causing the rain to return to it's normal speed as lightning struck in various areas of the sky with thunder booming in the background.\n\nTurning her attention to her arm as she gritted her teeth and felt the immense pain that it gave off and clutched it with her other paw until looking at Scourge and nodding her head his way before she'd then dash back towards the direction she sent Patrick Mercer and made her way through the rain while giving her arm some time to numb on the pain. Reaching the gift store where she stood outside of the shattered glass and debris staring in at him while he punched his musclemass paws together after having fixed his dislocated jaw and she narrowed her eyes gesturing him to come.\n\n\"Far from it.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"You're probably standing there thinking I should lay off the pies but truth be told, I like being fat. It doesn't stop me.\"\n\nThe Prototype shrugged, spitting out one more gout of blood. While he knew he was probably overweight, it never seemed to bother him or hinder his agility in any way, and so without warning, he leaped and slapped some C4 jelly looking mass upon the ceiling of the gift shop and mutated his paws into his tendril ability where he thrust many diagonally and vertically from floor to wall to ceiling like a grotesque version of a child's play pit or jungle. There, he dared Harmonie inside, each tendril as well as the now hidden BioBomb now glowing on and off like red beacons, before he himself backed away out of sight. He knew she would come in after him anyhow, and decided to test just how much she wanted him and his so called 'virus' eliminated by her paws, as he took cover and crouched behind one of the shelves, the thermal-like heat given off by the density of the tendrils making it impossible to pinpoint his location to her should she make use of the Sonar ability.\n\n\"You want me gone so bad, don't you. So...time to come and get me, you mug.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"Blacklight makes your body powerful and that's what's keeping you going right now.The reason the gap between us is so much less compared to any other Evolved you faced is because I had a lot of combat training and blacklight only added onto what I had while you have little to nothing without it.\"\n\nHarmonie remarked casually towards the male Pachirisu in a lecturing manner and even name dropped the substance that was Blacklight's Achilles heel and bane which meant it was possible that she may or mat not have some in possession due to such. Watching him mutate his paws into the tendril form where he'd swing it diagonally and vertically from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. Standing with her eyes narrowing in examination as she watched this display before he then gestured her inside before backing out of sight.\n\nWith her experience and mindset she knew he was planning something and may even have a trap set up for her as she stared into the gift shop and took a few moments before beginning to approach the entrance as she glanced her eyes around for the moment. While normally she would execute her own type of strategy, given the circumstances she knew she had to keep him busy and decided to walk in where she glanced around carefully at the tendrils avoiding then and moving forward.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"How do you know I haven't had training away from Blacklight? How do you know I haven't trained in hand to hand fighting, blades and firearms?\"\n\nThe Prototype asked up but quickly turned the subject on its head and berated Harmonie for her constant lecturing instead, as if he was not aware of his own flaws. While he was, he always made sure to do everything in his power so matters would not come to that, though at that moment he had mind flashes of the dreaded Bloodtox concoction. Remembering the times it left him feel weak and frail, he gritted his teeth, but to his amusement at least the female Minccino played ball with his plan.\n\nThere, he quickly dashed quietly and flipped over the counter unseen, crouching down again he detonated his BioBomb without warning, causing a loud and squelchy explosion to occur. He hoped that the tendrils would become hazardous like razor blades slicing across the gift shop, cutting in half the postcard rack and numerous shelves while further tendrils sprouted outwards from the BioBomb. He hoped Harmonie would be grabbed to her surprise if she had not been cut apart already and smashed into the ceiling along with other solid grabbed objects, and peeked around the counter to see if her blood had sprayed the walls and floor.\n\n\"...And you said I'm just a brawler? Nah, mate, I have a brain as well and I damn well use it.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\nHarmonie wandered into the gift shop with her arms morphing once more into the blade arms as she had a keen focus and paid attention to her surroundings where she twitched her ears and glanced her eyes around trying to make out anything in the darkness which the building made worse with it's structure compared to the overcast rainy weather outside. Walking carefully within as Patrick Mercer skillfully vaulted the counter quiet enough for her to miss it just barely as he had to be extra careful with such sharp ears.\n\nOnce she walked into the epicenter of the trap that Patrick Mercer had laid out for her and activated the bio-bombs which sprout out causing her ears to twitch hearing the noise and immediately making her eyes glow just as the tendrils and spikes erupted shattering the postcard rack and shelves. Raising her blade arms and performing evasive movements with the mass spreading everywhere in so many directions making most of the gift shop erupt in spikes being covered which at the moment appeared to be quiet after with Patrick left wondering how effective it was.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\nWith the biomass driven explosion dying down, a large segment of the ceiling collapsed inwards and added to the rubble, showering the floor in plaster and debris but for The Prototype, with the wispy veil of dust hanging around, he still found it difficult to make out whether the walls and floor had been splattered with Harmonie's blood, and if not, whether she had even been affected at all. He frowned deeply as a result, eyes narrowed and looking on into the darkness of the gift shop as he stood himself up from his previous crouched position behind the counter. However, just as he was about to go and investigate and locate the female Minccino, he felt something forceful smash into his stomach, winding him somewhat and send him crashing through the nearby wall and into an alleyway.\n\n\"Fuck...ugh!\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\nNoting The Prototype was preoccupied with locating Harmonie, the armoured male Dragonite known as Scourge used the darkness to his advantage, his broadsword in his large and meaty paw. There, he practically drop kicked Patrick through the nearby wall following a forceful connection with his stomach, and as the wall collapsed he wandered through into the adjacent alleyway, back out in the driving rain and stormy conditions. The alleyway itself was dreary with a musty smell of garbage lingering, beer bottles and cans strewn along with discarded cigarettes and even syringes as binbags sat in various places against the walls, the walls themselves tinged with dry stains of urine and graffiti. \n\nWith its lights flickering uselessly, Scourge noted the male Pachirisu rise up quickly and there he began to swing his sword at him repeatedly. It sliced through the air and forced Patrick to duck, dodge and sidestep numerous times, but unfortunately for him, on moving his head back and out of harm's way, the blade of the broadsword swung once more and slashed open his throat, which only caused the Dragonite to smirk sadistically while taking a hefty drag out of his freshly prepared cigar.\n\n\"Now that is why you should be paying attention, ya tubby fuck...\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\nThe Prototype tumbled through the wall and landed, skidded and rolled helplessly along the alleyway floor a good few feet before coming to rest on his side, clutching his winded stomach for a moment painfully and grunted. He saw the armoured Dragonite known as Scourge emerge from the newly created hole in the wall however and rolled himself quickly back onto his feet, ignoring the pain as Scourge charged him down. Noting his broadsword, he ducked one swipe and then sidestepped another, before rolling backwards from a third and craning his neck sidewards to avoid a fourth. Soon enough however for all his dodging bravado, he craned his neck again only for his throat to be caught and sliced deeply, opening up a gaping fissure-like wound in his throat. \n\nAs blood spurted through the air, blending with the constant driving rain, it sprayed all over the nearby wall, soaking its concrete in crimson before he fell to all fours, clutching his throat with his paw and could only watch as it squelched disgustingly and blood squirted between his fingers, the sound and sight of it spattering and pooling on the floor disconcerting. It did not wash away immediately either, such was its thick density, although at least after a few moments of gurgling and choking, the wound began to heal up by himself, as Patrick shot Scourge the coldest of glares, his speech spoiled by gurgles.\n\n\"You...you cannot complete...a sentence without fucking swearing...can you.\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\n\"That supposed to be funny, mate?\"\n\nScourge retorted without swearing this time, as he casually puffed on his cigar and watched as The Prototype squirmed and splattered blood all over the floor. With more dribbling down the nearby concrete wall, the armoured Dragonite then noted the sound of unnatural snarls echo through the alleyway, the lights still flickering as he narrowed his eyes. Frowning, he could see one or two contorting shadowy figures with the sound of brittle bones cracking and snapping in the distance, constantly rebounding off of each wall like pinballs as they slowly seemed to approach. There, he put away his broadsword and brandished his gatling gun from his back, preparing to annihilate the poor fuckers from existence. First however, he aimed its now rotating barrel towards Patrick, and began to fire its relentless rounds again.\n\n\"You're gonna die with these cunts now. How about that, sunshine?\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Well at least I have a sense of humour, big foot.\"\n\nThe Prototype rebuked and noted that for just a moment, Scourge had actually completed a sentence without swearing. He almost felt like applauding him sarcastically, but heard the unnatural snarls howl and filter through the alleyway. With the lights still flickering and the rain still endlessly driving down, Patrick decided not to even look back so as to put him off his focus of the armoured male Dragonite despite the thumping sounds of the figures rebounding off of wall to wall behind him, noting him preparing and whirring up his gatling gun again and as it began to fire, he suddenly made a dash forward at pace. \n\nWith each round spraying the walls and floor, throwing up small pockets of dust around every created hole, the male Pachirisu could tell how desperate Scourge was becoming in trying to hit him and as a result, suddenly lowered, allowing himself to slide along the floor on his butt and between Scourge's legs before he could move, sloshing the grounded rainwater to either side of him. Finally, he stood up again once behind him and grabbed the sadistic Dragonite's tail, slamming him back against the floor like a ragdoll before tossing him in the opposite direction, right towards the pair of snarling infected or whatever it was they were, with him turning his head to glance behind him, and watch how Scourge's latest predicament unfolded with amusement.\n\n\"Maybe so, but you first, you prick.\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\n\"Woah, woah easy there. No fair...!!\"\n\nExclaimed Scourge in surprise and with widened eyes, as his armoured form made a step or two back. He watched The Prototype with steely intent, still spraying rounds from his gatling gun albeit erratically and due to that, missed the chubby male Pachirisu entirely. By the time he adjusted his large firearm, Patrick had also stolen the advantage over him and notably slid along the alleyway floor upon his butt, causing the heavily accumulated rainwater to splash on either side of him as the rain itself continued to fall, lightning continued to tear across the sky and thunder battered the eardrums. The armoured male Dragonite then widened his eyes further and clumsily dropped his gatling gun with Patrick grasping hold of his tail and slamming him against the floor in one direction, before being tossed the other way head first. \n\nHe could see seemingly in slow motion as his lips lost their grip of his cigar and it flicked away from his mouth, emitting a loud \"Fuck\" as hot flakes of tobacco showered the floor below him as it landed on a trash bag, and quickly set it alight. More to the point though, as he landed heavily on his front, winding him, he drew his broadsword and hastily swished it one way and then the other as he rolled onto his back, to stop the two infected from approaching him. Unfortunately, that appeared not to be the case, and he found himself yelling.\n\n\"Harmonie...!! Get the fuck out here and fuck that fat twat up for me, would ya?! I have my paws full here!!\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\nThe debris and remains of the collapsed convenience store burst with a loud noise making pieces and chunks of brick fling everywhere in a 360 degree angle as some flew at Patrick's general direction shattering every rain drop in a speed greater than any gun could fire a bullet. With this the form of the female Minccino leaped out in several flips landing with a crack on the payment of the sidewalk as she'd tilt her eyes up at Patrick appearing to have them glowing and showing she used sonar to escape crippling injury as she had only cuts and scars from the planned attack.\n\n\"It won't be long now Scourge, just a little more.\"\n\nHarmony remarked with a very vague comment that only he would understand before she then dashed towards Patrick as he just got do in his reaction to the last of the chunks of bricks in however he decided to deal with them, closing in on his position in no time before morphing not only her arms but also her tail into the blades and spun like a saw down at him which separated every raindrop in that direction into multiple pieces before reaching his spot and baring down at him with her spinning motion.\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\nAs The Prototype stood and observed the happenings of the armoured Dragonite known as Scourge and how he struggled to overcome the infected that closed in on him, he gasped and turned to note the remains of the gift shop burst open with a loud and sudden noise causing debris, concrete and bricks to be sent flying in every conceivable direction. The male Pachirisu mutated his arm into the blade at that moment and sprung into action, slicing through the debris quickly so as not to be hit by any of it. As they fell apart around him like he was a blender mulching food, a brick flew at his face and smashed him in the jaw, his back thudding against the concrete building wall behind him and slumped to the floor on his butt. \n\nSighing, he quickly spat up blood as it dribbled down his chin with Harmonie appearing with glowing eyes, displaying she had used her Sonar ability and saw her morphing her arms and tail into blades and spun at him like a saw. Before she could tear him into chunks however he morphed his arms again into the claws and stood up quickly, his agility enabling him to clash his metallic claws against her blades repeatedly like an insanely fast blade fight, sparks showering like hot raindrops all around before he finally placed his foot against her body and kicked her away to give himself a moment's breathing space.\n\n\"Still think you can cut it with the creator, bitch?\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\nHarmony clashed against The Prototype's claws with her triple blades at such a speed of spinning and movement which caused sparks to erupt and fly in every direction from the clash along with all the rain near them to be pushed away by the force of it. His quickly reactions having managed to stop her from causing further deep damage from the debris that made him bleed earlier and even had the tables turned on her during it as he perfectly timed his swift kick into her stomach and knocked her away into a flip several meters with a strong impact blowing rain away in a 460 circle around them.\n\nLanding upon her feet in a skid on the damaged concrete where a few moments later she coughed blood on the ground from the kick she received before she glanced her eyes over to him with a confident smirk which she had not expressed before and moved her paw up to her mouth to wipe blood off. Standing up and looking in his direction as rain returned to the area pouring down on them splattering on the ground and their bodies with every drop, nodding her head towards Scourge knowing time would be up soon before she stomped one foot on the ground making it crack and causing debris to fly up before using it in a push for leverage to mid air dash with a leap at the same speed they had been moving making her reach his position within no time where she started to throw punched and kick with precision while using her morphed tail for defensive counter when needed.\n\n\"Most definitely, Prototype!\"\n\n---\n\nThe prototype\n\nSpitting up some more blood from the previous impact he had with the wall, The Prototype wiped his mouth and chin on the sleeve of his coat as he morphed his arms back to normal. With the rain still lashing down in the bucket loads, a rumble of thunder succeeding another violent flicker of lightning, he stood for a moment and observed Harmonie's movements carefully, the rain buffeting his body and clothing like small needles and surveyed her cracking the ground open causing debris to fly up and a small shockwave was created. There the male Pachirisu discovered it as leverage and momentum to air dash towards him on the fly to unleash another barrage of swift kicks and punches in his direction.\n\n\"Mmm...time to go Jason Bourne on her arse...\"\n\nPatrick muttered to himself referring to the Bourne series of Hollywood movies and began countering her punches and kicks by going paw to paw (and toe to toe) with her, matching them with chops and blocks of his own which seemed to go on for a few minutes. However eventually he karate chopped her in the neck to temporarily cut off her oxygen before spinning and lashing out in a roundhouse kick to her jaw causing her to fly back into a lamppost. As she did, comically its bulb shattered and its shards sliced her face before the fitting itself fell and landed on her head like a strange metallic hat.\n\n\"Ah...suits you that does, dear. More a sight for sore eyes now.\"\n\nHe mocked her and smirked although his amusement was short lived, for as he turned around and witnessed Scourge struggling with the infected still, with a flash of lightning a large shadow of a tall figure with a brim hat briefly showed up on the wall, accompanied by the silhouette-like figure itself with red glowing eyes that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Surprised and startled by the sight, he had become momentarily distracted and at the risk of being attacked, his breaths deep and hoarse and audible too.\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\n\"Oi Augustine! Go and sort 'im out, will ya? Time we got it done, alright?\"\n\nScourge piped up again, his armour scratched and grazed as the infected clawed at it and had notably been raked across the side of his head as well which dripped blood onto the floor. Squirming his body and head as the rain lashed down around him and buffeted him and his armour as well and finally, gained the upper hand as he kicked one infected away and plunged his broadsword through the neck of the other.\n\nTearing it out again, blood squirted like a fountain all over his face and spattered his armour and body as well before he kicked them away as well into the first, whom was knocked back and violently snapped their neck on the corner of a dumpster in their momentum as both finally fell lifelessly in a heap on the floor. Standing himself up and brushing himself off, he looked towards the happenings of the battle between The Prototype and Harmonie Augustine, and shook his head and placed his paw on his face at her latest predicament before being startled by the large brim hat wearing shadow on the wall, where standing nearby was the silhouette-like figure with red glowing eyes.\n\n\"B-boss...? Oi Augustine stop fucking around! Do it now!\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\nHarmony traded blows with the Prototype Pachirisu in a series of skilled and and mixed up strikes where she used different fighting styles merged together to make her attacks hard to predict as she managed to land blows here and on his body in certain points which he tanked and resisted to a degree. During which the She used her blade tail to block most of his attacks or parry attacks up until he managed to evade her last attack getting to her side where he performed a karate chopped her neck making her widen her eyes and lower to one knee.\n\nWith this she raised her arm to connect with his leg as he spun into a roundhouse kick but found his strength too much of a gap which collided and pushed her arm towards her with little hindered speed where her jaw would be struck with an impact of force blowing debris and raindrops away in a 360 degree angle. This caused her to be sent in a launch flipped by the strength of his attack several meters away before ending up striking a lamppost making it bend badly and the glass on the light-bulb to fall upon her head precisely cracking it somewhat on top of her head like a metallic hat.\n\nGlaring her eyes as she made note of Scourge's remark and stood up having her blood from his attacks that land on her began to wash down by the raindrops hitting her along with the ground all around and just as lightning struck downward near by she would sprint immediately making it fly off her head with the Prototype's distracted state and got up to him while the lightning was still in it's visual effect. There she had a needle come out of her sleeve containing some sort of variation on Bloodtox and rammed it into the side of his neck before immediately throwing a kick swiftly at his back in order to knock him away just as his powers weakened somewhat with the lightning's visual effect ending. He would end up skidding along the ground a few meters away and when he came to a stop the bloodtox took full effect having his powers drained but were still intact enough during the kick and skid to keep him from suffering any major injuries and the bulb hit the ground after this.\n\n\"My reason for this battle is complete.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\nWith The Prototype and Harmonie effectively going toe to toe in paw to paw combat, the male Pachirisu noted how she was using a blend of different fighting styles that admittedly outnumbered his own, in this area at least and as such occasionally took a hit causing him to grunt each time but appeared to be otherwise unaffected. Tanking the pain and ignoring it, he eventually dodged and parried one of her techniques and buried a karate chop into her neck which stunned her and left her falling to one knee.\n\nWith his spinning roundhouse kick also connecting with her jaw, rain still driving down all around them, and with her eventually crashing into a lamppost where the metallic fitting fell on her head like a hat, he had since become distracted and found himself stunned by the sight of the shadowy figure who had appeared to him earlier in the deformed arcade, appeared this time with lightning and a large shadow on the nearby wall. \n\nOnce it disappeared again however, Scourge's speech shocked his senses back to reality all too late to avoid the needle of Bloodtox being driven into his neck by Harmonie, causing him to widen his eyes and stagger in pain as his paws clasped to his neck and ripped out the needle, tossing it away. It was to no avail however as the Bloodtox had already taken effect in him, shutting down his powers and Blacklight with the black and red veins appearing and disappearing frequently and desperately on his body. In amongst all of this he was kicked away by the female Minccino connecting with his back causing him to sprawl and skid along the floor on his front a few metres before coming to a stop. \n\nWeakened greatly without his abilities, he wheezed painfully as he raised to all fours and spat up blood. Watching it hit the floor it was soon followed by a flurry of vomit that puddled in a stinking, pungent gooey pile before him, and he raised his head to see Harmonie and Scourge behind and in front of him respectively. Wanting to get up and slice them up, his own shuttered strength and fatigue had long since set in and by now, could barely move a muscle.\n\n\"You...you bitch. You cunt. B-both of you. You will ruin this world...ruin it far greater than I ever could and...and you both fucking know it...ugh...fuck you both.\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\n\"About time we put this prick in his place, eh?\"\n\nScourge remarked casually and, watching Harmonie stick the Bloodtox needle into Patrick's neck, took the opportunity to light another cigar. This time at least it was likely he could smoke it all without interruption and as such took a drag and exhaled the smoke as he watched the male Pachirisu reacting badly to the forced injection he was given. \n\nSmirking, the armoured Dragonite leaned against the wall while continuing to puff on his cigar, though turned his nose up once he saw The Prototype vomiting all over the floor, kicking up its pungent stench that plagued the nostrils of himself and Harmonie among the driving rain. As such, he covered his nose, and noting Patrick looking up at him and the female Minccino, broadened his smirk back at him, although the male Pachirisu's speeches of grandeur had really started to grate by now, and noting him on all fours he looked towards Harmonie himself with a gesture and instruction.\n\n\"Kick him up the arse, would ya kindly? He's really starting to do my nut in.\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"The boss should be finishing up now on his end.\"\n\nHarmony remarked as she walked over towards where Scourge was stopping behind the falling Patrick Mercer who was on all fours coughing up blood and vomiting on the ground from the bloodtox having taking effect shutting down all his powers to a vulnerable stage. Her arms crossed as she listening to the buff Dragonite who lit his cigar and spoke up to her while she knew that by now at the Mercer house hold their Leader was most likely done or finishing up his intended goal with the Prototype's family.\n\nShe reached her paw down to grab hold of his jacket's collar from the back and lift him up to his feet in front of herself as she moved forward close to the side of his as the rain poured down splattering on them and soaking their fur and clothing along with the ground all around them. Lightning roaring with thunder over head as she pulled her leg back and kicked it forward into him with a firm strike making contact in the appropriate area Scourge commanded which with his powers gone had a strong sharp pain even though she held back making his backside turn a red sore color which knocked him upward two meters before landing back on the ground. With that she looked towards Scourge and gestured him with her paw to begin heading towards the Mercer home to meet up and begin leaving.\n\n\"We'll meet again Patrick Mercer, this is merely the beginning. In more ways than one.\"\n\n---\n\nThe Prototype\n\n\"Finishing up on what? What the fuck are you talking about?\"\n\nThe Prototype demanded, although his voice gurgled and shook in a mixture of anger and wheezing, but soon found himself vomiting all over the floor a second time causing the pasty puddle to enlargen. Still on all fours, he spat out more sick every so often to clear his throat as it dribbled down his chin and glared up at the Dragonite known as Scourge before him whom mocked him continuously while smoking his cigar. \n\nJust as he looked down again however he felt his coat collar being tugged and himself being pulled up in the manner of a puppet or ragdoll, and with the rain driving down and pelting him as well as the gripping Harmonie and the armoured Dragonite, lightning tearing across the dark cloudy sky and thunder rippling violently, and then felt the female Minccino forcefully kicking him up his backside causing him to grimace in pain as a momentary sore red mark appeared, sending him up into the air and back down again where he landed on his side with his face close to his own pile of regurgitation, widening his eyes as the impact felt sharp on his hip particularly. Still grimacing, he clenched his butt with his paws while pulling an expression of pain upon his face, and watched as Harmonie and Scourge gestured and spoke to one another without revealing anything important to him, much to his frustration.\n\n\"You...you're trying to seduce me now, you fucking bitch? You're gonna pay for what it is you're doing, and for causing great pain to my arse!\"\n\n---\n\nScourge\n\n\"Like we would tell you, tubby...\"\n\nScourge mocked the male Pachirisu known as The Prototype and continued to casually smoke his cigar, a veil of smoke now surrounding him among the mist of driving rain. Once he saw Harmonie doing as instructed, notably kicking Patrick up the backside with plenty enough force to cause him pain without his powers, he proceeded to smirk and mockingly, applaud the female Minccino for doing so.\n\nHe then chuckled and approached the male Pachirisu, using his foot to force him on his front before moving the other to push down on the back of his head, forcing his face into his own puddle of vomit disgustingly and drew a pistol. Firing three times into Patrick's back, blood spurted from each bullet wound with some comically splashing Harmonie's face, while much more pooled from under him. After the gurgling stopped and the cries of pain too, Scourge proceeded to push Patrick on his back with his foot, noting he was now unconscious too with that same smirk and gave Harmonie one last chance to say her farewell to him in her own fashion...for now, after he had asphyxiated the Pachirisu with his own sick to the point of incapacitation. Now, the wheels of the boss' true plan was well and truly in motion.\n\n\"Alright you can go and meet up with the boss. I'll meet you there when I've disposed of this prick elsewhere, alright?\"\n\n---\n\nHarmonie Augustine\n\n\"There's no need to tell you.\"\n\nHarmonie remarked completely dismissing Patrick Mercer's demands for knowledge on what was going on as she turned to face him with a cold stare before watching as Scourge had flipped him over with his foot and shot three bullets into his body making blood spurt each time which some got on her face as she continued the cold stare that looked rather personal rather than just indifferent. There she spit the blood back in his direction which hit his face and left a red mark on him before she turned away and looked up at the showering rain and lightning overhead for a moment which washed blood off her fur and robes in it's continuous showering,\n\nBlood forming in a puddle where the unconscious Patrick Mercer lie by aid of the rain which left him soaked and caused blood to run down his clothing onto the concrete and Scourge to have a very wet armor that dripped and she looked around at the remains of all the infected that were before making her way in one direction where the young Pichu lie which she placed one paw on her cheek. Giving her a brief look before letting go and beginning to walk past her corpse where she then started to sprint and make her way through the rain and destroyed area to try and meet up with the leader of the group while she herself had her own thoughts in mind.\n\n\"A new dawn will come in the Autumn.\"",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>The Prototype<br /><br />Night had fallen on the city of Ciudad Porcelana, a city home to more than three million inhabitants. A city dogged by waves of criminal activity and corruption, a city whose prime income extended from the commerce and tourist industries, its beaches particularly revered. A city of whom its Spanish lick and culture drew said tourists from out wide and afar, a city that hid its dark underbelly well away from its nightlife and commercial activities. Now, it was a city on the brink...<br /><br />After working a late shift as Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of Blacklight Energy Drinks Ltd, the stocky male Pachirisu known as Patrick Mercer, or alternatively The Prototype or Deus, made his way home at last. It had been a stressful shift, marked for potential failures in the latest discoveries and experiments, and having helped to try and stem the tide himself. It was raining too, a stormy night, flashes of lightning tore across the darkened sky and threatened to rip apart the clouds from which they spawned. Another clap of thunder deafened loudly overhead like a fighter plane tearing through the sound barrier and the rain poured torrents, the Pachirisu&#039;s clothing and white and crimson fur wet through and drenched, and dripping all over, his footsteps sloshing in the water and puddles that had accumulated on the ground.<br /><br />Clad in his traditional white buttoned shirt, cream zip up sweater and of course his black, hooded leather-like coat, he wandered a quickened pace along the city&#039;s promenade, not too far from home now. All he could think about was his family as usual, how they always cheered him up even at the worst of times, and today certainly felt like one of them. He ignored the violent waves of the sea crashing down on the moist and sloppy sand of the beach with nary a footprint upon it today, and knew that there had been unconfirmed reports of infected civilians both human and Pokemon alike, whom apparently displayed large bloody sores and blisters upon their bodies like oversized pimples. <br /><br />Of course some of the blame was shifted on him as an advanced scientist of biology and medicine, but for now he ignored the criticisms from the media in particular until he could discover what was going on within the city, and whether it really was an infection, and as such perhaps even a virus had been released by an unknown, likely nefarious, source. Still though, his thoughts still rested on his family, and by now he could see his white villa beachside home in the distance, and could almost feel its warmth already. However, at that moment he caught sight of the Seven Bars Arcade, a traditional art deco style building across the road, and what happened to it shocked him greatly.<br /><br />&quot;Wh-what the fuck?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Infected<br /><br />With the rain pouring down so thick to almost act like a fog, the male Pachirisu known as Patrick Mercer looked over towards the old but popular Seven Bars Arcade building, one on the corner of a junction, with its old, art deco style architecture, as it promptly exploded. Shrapnel and debris flew from its orifices, its beautiful architecture crumbling into ruin as a plume of black smoke rose into the night sky above. Patrick had to dodge various pieces of debris that were thrown his way, although noticed a pair of shocked lost tourists unfortunately lose their lives as they were sliced clean in half around their midriff by flying chains. <br /><br />As their blood poured profusely to the pavement beneath them, diluted and carried by the rain, the male Pachirisu then heard an unusual sound, a horrifying sound. From within, a set of infected individuals, their mouths dripping blood down their chins, their fur and skin flaking and their clothing tattered with burn marks and blood, made their way outside through all the smoke, including a Lucario, Typhlosion, Floatzel, a Raichu pair of both genders and most tragically, a young Pichu who could have been no more than a toddler. Their roars, snarls and gurgles would alarm Patrick, and let him know that besides the spontaneous explosion, that there was something very, very wrong...<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Holy fuck...!!&quot;<br /><br />Exclaimed The Prototype as the Seven Bars Arcade exploded, sending debris and shrapnel of varying sizes scattering through the air. Saddened by the needless deaths of the lost tourists who were violently sliced in half, the male Pachirisu dived to the floor and covered his face and head with his paws, as if to avoid the oncoming debris. One indeed flew over his head, right between his ears, a whizzing sound making it obvious to him of the narrow escape, while other chunks of building and arcade machines landed around him, making the promenade and street resemble a dumping ground as the black smoke column continued to rise into the sky.<br /><br />Just as he slowly sat himself up though and regathered his bearings, he overheard unnatural snarls and moans emanating from the smoke, and widened his eyes as he witnessed a set of infected individuals emerge from the wreckage, and saddened further that one was an infant. Wanting to put these souls out of their misery to let them rest in peace, Patrick scooped himself onto his feet as his right arm morphed into the large metallic blade arm.<br /><br />&quot;This is no way for you guys to go. Whoever did this is going to pay, but first I will bring your souls the peace you deserve.&quot;<br /><br /><br />---<br />Infected<br /><br />Quickly enough the male Pachirisu would realise that the young Pichu toddler was the child of the Raichu pair, sporting a deep neck wound that appeared jagged and pulsed with blood, that poured down its formerly smart looking pink jacket, also indicating its gender. Soon enough, the Lucario, Typhlosion and Floatzel were on to Patrick in a flash, sprinting for him like Olympic athletes as their mouths continued to spew blood along with the wounds that pockmarked their bodies. Tragically, the small Pichu stuck with its parents despite the hideous mutation each of them had undergone, all ravenous and hungry for flesh as the Lucario particularly leaped for the Pachirisu, while the rain still fell in droves as the Typhlosion and Floatzel appeared to wait for the Lucario to down their next prospective meal and join in like it was the most gruesome banquet anybody had ever devised.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Oh fuck. I&#039;m...I&#039;m so sorry.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype spoke out as he quickly noticed the young Pichu clinging to the pair of Raichu, even as an infected and perhaps undead bunch of individuals. Clearly incensed by the very sight, the male Pachirisu clasped his unmutated paw to his mouth and face as his eyes filled with tears as a result, such a horrible thought to deal with. Unfortunately before he could show any real respect, the other infected individuals became increasingly ravenous for flesh and particularly the Lucario who made a leap for him. <br /><br />After noting the deep wounds of the infected, particularly the Pichu and her gruesome jagged neck wound, the Lucario forced him on his back again and attempted to bite his neck or chest, or even his face as his mouth and teeth came perilously close at least three or four times as The Prototype attempted to move his blade arm into position. Eventually he did, headbutting the Lucario and sitting up quickly, and in doing so slashed the Lucario&#039;s stomach open from right to left, causing his intestines to begin spilling out and then stood up once again, swishing his blade arm to slice open the Lucario&#039;s throat so deeply it almost beheaded his infected form, but nonetheless caused blood to squirt like a faucet.<br /><br />&quot;I don&#039;t enjoy this. I feel great shame putting you good people down...&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Infected<br /><br />With the young Pichu still sticking close to her parents despite their infected, mindless states, the three of them with neck wounds still pulsing blood down their once nice but now tattered and dirty clothing, the three gurgled and snarled as the Lucario was struck by the male Pachirisu known as Patrick Mercer, first across the stomach which caused him to kneel down, dropping his blood soaked briefcase to the floor at his side.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m...I&#039;m sorry...&quot;<br /><br />He mumbled, choking on his own blood in his throat as he clasped his stomach, trying and failing to keep his intestines from protruding and spilling down onto the floor in a mess of bloody coiled loops and a pool of blood, his once well groomed business suit flapping in tatters in the violent wind that enveloped them all. Looking at Patrick, he almost begged to be killed before his mind was overcome by the infection again, and had his wish granted when the Pachirisu sliced open his throat so deeply his head rocked back and he fell forward to the floor, blood spraying from the wound as the now bloodied rainwater splashed up and around his body. In his place the Floatzel, wearing a long flowing dress and carrying a handbag, made a beeline for Patrick and she dodged his slashes and movements with his blade arm much to his frustration and curiosity with relative ease.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;So...so am I.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype mumbled with tears in his eyes, his eyes themselves widened a little by the fact that the Lucario had spoken, telling that these individuals had not yet fully succumbed to their infection, but were also too far along to be cured as well. That also let him know why the Pichu stuck with her parents, but could not ponder on it for too long as the Lucario fell in a bloody mess to the floor, his briefcase dropped aside and his entrails spreading from under him. Shortly after, he saw the Floatzel step up to him and he attempted to swish his blade arm through her body, only to widen his eyes in surprise as she dodged to his side, and did so again and again with every subsequent attack.<br /><br />&quot;Come on, love, it is too late for you now. I want you to be at peace.&quot;<br /><br />Patrick said with a frown, as he tried an upward slash this time only to see her jump over it just in time. Shaking his head he then saw she began throwing punches his way, and dodged barely each time by moving his head or body aside. Trying yet another sidewards slicing technique to connect with her legs or stomach and then an upwards one, he could not tell if he connected or not when he realised she made a roundhouse kick movement and kicked him across his jaw, sending him flying through the dishevelled wall of the arcade which caused it to crumble further and the ceiling and rooftop to collapse inwards on top of him.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Infected<br /><br />&quot;I...I don&#039;t want to die.&quot;<br /><br />The Floatzel mustered in a deep feminine Spanish accent, gurgling as she spoke causing more blood to spill from her mouth. Notably, large blisters and sores also appeared to pockmark her body and that of the others which protruded through their clothing and looked more than a little painful, but nonetheless she had taken the offence now and began punching at Patrick Mendoza-Mercer numerous times, narrowly missing turning his face into pulp time and time again. However once he tried slashing at her again, he only succeeded in slicing through her arm, cutting it off just above the elbow as his blade arm also cut through her handbag.<br /><br />As her severed arm slowly fell and dropped to the floor, causing blood to spray from the remaining stump, her handbag fell in half and a necklace complete with large beads fell and hit the floor, snapping it and causing the beads to scatter across the surface of the promenade. Loose change from her purse did much the same, as did anything else that resided in her bag, but among it all she kicked out at him, surprising him and sending him through the remains of the arcade wall, causing it and the roof to collapse on him. As the male Pachirisu recovered no doubt somewhere among the rubble, she and the Typhlosion actively sought him out and began digging through the rubble in their obsessive quest to find him. After all, they needed flesh to feed on and it had been a while. For them, it was feeding time.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Ugh...wh-what the fuck?&quot;<br /><br />Patrick grumbled in surprise as he pushed away a pile of debris, plaster and shards of glass away from his body and clothing, muffled claps of thunder rumbling on outside as he dusted himself off as well as he slowly sat himself up on the carpet of the arcade, which had inevitably become covered in the scattered debris around him and rubbed his eyes with his paws as if to regather his bearings. Once the blur in his vision had gone, he found himself sitting within a relatively untouched area of the now darkened arcade from the earlier explosion, though the ceiling of course collapsed downwards on one side where his body had been kicked through along with the walls that buckled inwards around that area, with the glass from windows, arcade machine screens and wall lights strewn across the fabric of the now dusty blue carpet while a cacophony of arcade machines formed some sort of maze around him. <br /><br />Fruit machines, two cent machines and crane machines joined the more gamey related entertainment such as Silent Hill Arcade and House of the Dead. The screens of some were cracked, spewing sparks while others sat forlorn and unused while in the corner, a Change booth sat closed with the shutter down. The male Pachirisu surveyed all of this and then looked up towards the ceiling, narrowing his eyes as if to gauge whether its fragmented remains was going to cause a further collapse and bury him a second time. He sure hoped not. With ceiling lights flickering like strobe lights, sparks also showering down from them while he looked over towards the collapsed entrance. The earlier fumbling sounds of the Typhlosion and Floatzel clamouring to get to him through the debris could no longer be heard. Nothing but silence permeated his occasionally flicking ears and he felt like getting himself back to his feet, before overhearing loud thumping sounds emanating from behind the shutter of the Change booth causing him to glance over that way. His emotions toyed with him again as he thought of the infected that he had seen, those poor innocent people. His eyes were moist at those thoughts.<br /><br />&quot;O-Oh no. Pl-please not more...&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Infected<br /><br />All was silent within a relatively untouched area of the arcade as Patrick Mercer found himself sitting on the carpet within its confines as dust swirled in the air and the occasional gout of plaster fell from the cracks in the ceiling as it barely held itself together, the carpet itself as well as the arcade machines showered with it all over along with the shards of glass and pieces of collapsed wall and ceiling, some machines toppled over on their sides with their screens cracked or shattered, sparks spurting from each one that scorched the carpet around them. On the cream coloured walls were cracked photographs and artworks of the arcade in its prime as well as that of the beautiful Ciudad Porcelana promenade that made the city a long time prime holiday resort, as well as of course the Change booth in one corner, its white shutter down but it rattled with violence as something behind it stirred.<br /><br />The lights flickering like strobe lights on the ceiling above, sparks emanating from the sockets themselves, the sound of a female chuckle roused and echoed throughout the arcade, an innocent yet mocking chuckle that surely gained the attention of the male Pachirisu&#039;s ears. The shutter continued to rattle and shake with whatever activity was behind it, and Patrick feared that despite the Typhlosion and Floatzel no longer digging their way inwards through the debris at the collapsed entrance, that whatever it was behind the shutter was another as yet unseen individual, perhaps even two or more. The female chuckle aroused his attention again, louder this time and further toying with his emotions, before finally a fruit machine crashed to the floor nearby, spilling currency from the back of it along with scampering footsteps, softly padding against the fabric of the carpet over and over, like whoever it was, was wandering around in circles.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />For a moment, The Prototype still sat in place, gauging the directions from which any noise emanated from and to ensure his bearings, as another muffled clap of thunder outside made itself known. He remembered being in the Seven Bars Arcade a few times before, mostly with close friend and fellow businessman and entrepreneur Alejandro Moreno, the male Emolga he had not seen in the flesh for several months now due to him taking on a world cruise with his wife and son, and only occasionally would they talk on Skype. He remembered the arcade as a minor activity while he and Alejandro were in unsober states, wiling away some time to lose any unneeded loose change from their pockets before they went home, but now the arcade was condemned owing to the earlier explosion and near collapse.<br /><br />Patrick then rolled backwards and onto his feet in a crouched position, before finally standing upright again, his still moist eyes still surveying and looking around like a pair of security cameras ready to catch the next criminal. He threw up his arm to shield his eyes from the intensity of the light flickering, as they acted like strobe lights and then gasped suddenly when he overheard the rousing and mocking female chuckle that echoed throughout the arcade. As such, he could not determine a particular direction while the shutter of the Change booth in the corner rattled with violence in that something must be stirring behind it. The male Pachirisu hoped desperately in his mind that whatever it was, was not yet another infected individual or a fresh swathe of them. His emotions were toyed with enough seeing innocent people turn into ravenous crazies hungry for raw, warm flesh and meat. With it still rattling, Patrick took a few steps towards it as if to gauge if the shutter had a gap that he could possibly peak through, but then clutched his chest as he jolted in shock at the sound of the female chuckling, and again when the fruit machine crashed to the floor. Turning his head to look behind him, he saw nothing though in spite of the scampering, padded footsteps that he overheard, the flashing lights mocking him further it seemed.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Infected<br /><br />With Patrick having hauled himself back to his feet, the distinct and violent rattling of the Change booth shutter had stopped as suddenly as it began, the footsteps too fading into nothingness. Now, an uncomfortable veil of silence fell upon The Prototype once again as he stepped forward a few paces, the only sounds the sparks flowing from the ceiling light sockets and a good few overturned arcade machines, the pouring rain outside and the muffled claps of thunder that resonated every thirty seconds or so. For the moment, everything else was quiet, too quiet.<br /><br />Then, the female chuckling roused a third time, louder this time than ever but then, that too stopped. Instead, a masculine one replaced it, louder still and the male Pachirisu found himself turning his head to look behind him again. With the lights still flashing like strobes, a tall figure in silhouette was there, complete with what appeared to be a brim hat and red glowing eyes that illuminated well in the darkness. There, it tapped what appeared to be a cane against the floor once, twice. As The Prototype took a moment to blink, the figure seemed to disappear, only for him to turn his head forth and find it standing over him now, shocking him and making him fall on his backside again. One more time the masculine chuckle made itself known, the one, two tapping of the cane before the ceiling lights shattered all around, showering the carpet and machines with hot glass and sparks and narrowly avoided Patrick himself. Unfortunately for him, the figure had disappeared again and, forced to regather his bearings a second time, was suddenly jumped as the Floatzel forced him on his back and sunk her teeth into his neck, violently and hungrily tearing it open like a vicious and wild dog.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Who...who the fuck are you? What the fuck is going on?&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype asked or rather demanded, but was predictably met with ignorance and silence. Having noticed the Change booth shutter had stopped its rattling and then the feminine and masculine chuckles, he studied the darkened, glowing eyed figure that appeared behind him, and then again in front of him. This forced his heart to skip a beat and gave him a massive jolt as he fell back on his backside on the carpet when he saw the figure standing over him, glaring down at him. That was where he asked his questions, but nothing was to come of it and the figure soon disappeared into the darkness again, not to be seen any longer, the tapping of his cane seemingly signalling the lights above to shatter and shower the floor and machines with hot shards of glass and sparks. Ducking on his side and holding his paws over his face and head, he narrowly avoided being hit or cut by the raining glass. Unfortunately though, by the time he was about to sit back up again and regather his bearings, the Floatzel had jumped him, teeth sinking into the side of his neck and tearing it open with jagged chunks of flesh dangling and protruding from the wound. <br /><br />Grunting somewhat in pain, a large and warm arterial squirt splattered onto the carpet, pooling crimson quickly as more splashed the Floatzel&#039;s face. Quickly however, his arms morphed and sticky tendrils shot from his mutated paws, quickly ensnaring and binding the water type&#039;s arms and legs. Hoisting her up and away from him, only to look like a puppet on strings dangling in midair, the tendrils that finally ripped her body in half from the head down, her intestines and organs spilling out sloppily onto the floor and allowed the male Pachirisu to lay on his side and grasp his neck. Blood squirted between his fingers profusely, the warm liquid thick and gooey causing him to grit his teeth and slowly stand himself onto his feet again. Unfortunately, the weight of the bisected Floatzel held aloft by the sticky tendrils on the walls caused the walls and ceiling to further collapse inwards, forcing him to dash and throw himself through the crumbling wall with all his might. Forward rolling when he landed to break his fall, he found himself back on the promenade amongst the pouring rain, lightning and thunder again but as he sprung to his feet again, slipped and landed clumsily on his front. In front of him, he watched as the Seven Bars Arcade collapsed entirely into a heap of nothingness, throwing up a dust cloud around him like a thick mist, just as the open wound on his neck began to close up. At that moment though, he came to wonder where the remaining infected were, so he could finally put them out of their misery once and for all.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Infected<br /><br />As The Prototype slipped over in the rain and clumsily landed on his front due to the driving rain making the ground slick and wet, the Seven Bars Arcade building finally collapsed before his very eyes. Now just chunks of debris and metal jutting up from the floor, a dust cloud was thrown around him and the immediate area like a veiled mist, blending with the pouring rain and making visibility even more difficult. Just at that moment as well, the male Pachirisu would hear a bout of childish giggling.<br /><br />&quot;Is...is he OK, mama? Papa? He looks like he could be hurt.&quot;<br /><br />Chimed an inquisitive, childish voice through the midst of the laughter. As Patrick turned his head to look behind him, the shadowed form of the female Pichu child among the misty dust stood and pointed his way. Soon after, the forms of both of her parents appeared to either side of her, snarling and choking on their own blood. They appeared more infected than the youngster with advanced sores and blisters that grossly popped from time to time upon their bodies, secreting profuse amounts of puss. The Pichu herself barely had any though and as such her consciousness appeared much more intact. However, Patrick then heard more snarling in front of him and turned his head back around to find the Typhlosion standing right over him. Hungry for flesh, the bulky fire type then attempted to grab at the male Pachirisu and slash at him repeatedly, as if to try opening him up like cutting open a pie to reveal the filling.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Yes, kid. I&#039;m...I&#039;m fine. Don&#039;t worry about me.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype replied in the direction of the young Pichu, in a soft and kindly manner after turning his head to see her shadowed form within the thick misty veil of the dust cloud and that of her more infected parents, cringing a little whenever he saw their sores and blisters pop which oozed yellow-white puss from their remains. Tears moistened his eyes and welled within them, feeling helpless that such a young child with a bright future was beyond saving, like having a terminal illness. Unfortunately, as he acted emotionally towards her he then heard the snarls from in front, and jolted again as he looked up to see the bulky Typhlosion standing over him, whom wasted little time in attempting to grab and slash at his squirrel-like form. Patrick rolled backwards quickly however onto his feet and his right arm mutated into the blade arm, blocking his slashing as sparks flew off of its metallic surface. <br /><br />In the midst, he ducked his head from another attempt before swishing his blade arm in return, connecting with and slicing off four fingers from the fire type&#039;s right paw. As they scattered about on the promenade pavement and he reeled back from the inevitable pain, the male Pachirisu seized the initiative and thrust the blade arm forth that plunged deep into the Typhlosion&#039;s abdomen, emerging from his back. Quickly he twisted it to force him to to his knees, before withdrawing it and slicing through his jawline. Back flipping and twisting through the air to face the other way, he mutated his arms again into the tendrils as he landed on one knee gracefully, firing two shots of them at the pair of Raichu, watching regretfully as they were hoisted up and suspended between lampposts, before being torn in half at the waist, leaving only the Pichu child now. Mutating his arms back to normal once more, he then gestured with his paw for the Pichu to come to him, so he could comfort her on her losses, tears once again making his eyes sheen.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m...I&#039;m so sorry, kid. They...they were beyond saving. Do you...want a cuddle? Comfort?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Infected<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re like a superhero defeating all the bad, nasty men!&quot;<br /><br />The young Pichu exclaimed, squealing with glee as The Prototype took apart the Typhlosion she perceived to be a bad man and evil. Giggling a little, she watched him flip through the air only to land and face her way and that of her parents, as the fire type Typhlosion&#039;s head from the mouth upwards slid off onto the floor, his body slumping helplessly sideways to the ground the other way pulsing blood from the remaining stump, tongue flapping gruesomely among the flesh. However, she then noted him use his tendrils to attack her infected parents and she widened her eyes and squealed again, this time not from glee, but terror and sadness. <br /><br />In that one moment, she felt lost and afraid, as she attempted to run and jump up to them before they were pulled apart violently by the sticky biomass made tendrils, which showered her with blood as a result from standing beneath them. Turning around, she saw the male Pachirisu on his knees looking ashamed and explaining himself, before offering her solace and comfort. At that moment she remembered that she too was infected, and hesitated for a moment, but that Patrick Mercer&#039;s insistence made her change her mind. There she wandered forth into his arms, and began to sob into his coat sadly as he too no doubt shed tears of his own. She then looked up at him, and spoke up.<br /><br />&quot;I...I didn&#039;t want to die all alone, all afraid, mister. I didn&#039;t want to be all on my own. I thank you so much for comforting me, mister, but it&#039;s my time to go now. I won&#039;t feel alone anymore when you do what you must do.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;I try to be, young one. I try to be...&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype nodded as he spoke softly, as the young Pichu threw herself into his arms as he knelt, offering her solace, comfort and a hug. He could tell that her infection was not taking hold of her consciousness for now and as such felt at ease for ensuring she would not feel alone. When she spoke her words though after that, he could no longer hold back his own emotions and sadness, as tears escaped down his cheeks as he held her closely, noting her all tearful and sad as well. He hated anything happening to a child, someone who had their whole life ahead of them to make of it what they would and the thought greatly saddened him. <br /><br />He hoped he would never have had to come to this moment, to see such a young child infected by some unknown strain of a biological agent or virus, but as she said he knew he must do what he had to do, to avoid her body being harnessed into an unwitting cannibal. With his lower lip quivering somewhat as he tried to force himself away from sobbing, he lifted his paws up as their eyes met one another&#039;s one last time. He saw her nodding at him and smiling softly, but he could barely smile back, as his paws clutched the sides of her head. He then looked away to his side and gritted his teeth, before tugging and snapping her neck, and felt her body become lifeless against his own. It was then that tears escaped him more profusely, and moved his paws to his eyes to start sobbing into them.<br /><br />&quot;I...I will get them, kid. I will make them pay for what they did to you, to your mother and father. I remember feeling alone too at your age. I remember all too well...&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />With The Prototype sobbing after having to do such a thing to a young child, albeit one infected with something incurable and potentially very dangerous, the shutters of the Change booth that somehow still stood after the arcade building&#039;s collapse began to rattle again. This time, the shutters burst open and revealed a heavily armoured Dragonite clutching a gatling gun. Known as Scourge, the masculine Dragonite raised his firearm and began firing it, announcing himself on the scene.<br /><br />&quot;Oh get over yourself, mate. Stop with this shite already!&quot;<br /><br />His Cockney accent resonated in the male Pachirisu&#039;s direction, as his rounds splashed around Patrick&#039;s body. Unfortunately, some also penetrated the young Pichu&#039;s now lifeless body, tearing it in half at the midriff and deforming much of the rest of it, which would no doubt anger the Pachirisu greatly. Scourge simply smirked though, sadistically, puffing on a cigar as he did while he spoke up again to an as yet unseen individual.<br /><br />&quot;Oi Augustine, come out &#039;ere! Sort out this soppy cunt for us, would ya?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;Isn&#039;t it very sad? This is the result of of the recklessness and foolishness of those who think they can hastily invent evolution. So overconfident in their knowledge and capabilities as scientists.&quot;<br /><br />A feminine voice would sound off from among the surrounding area soon after Scourge called to the name and with the rain that showered everywhere along with the gunfire, it was hard to make out the footsteps in the mist until the perpetrator approached enough in the form of a casually dressed female Minccino who stood with her paws resting upon her hips. She appeared calm and collected despite the scenario and gave somewhat of a pitied kind of expression but otherwise didn&#039;t seem overcome with sadness unlike the Prototype Pachirisu as she berated the failed efforts of the scientists who created failed viruses like this virus in the first place. With all the infected Pokemon having been put out of their misery by the Prototype Pachirisu leaving him in an emotional state especially over the young Pichu and having to have been put down, the Dragonite had made the situation worse with his actions and behavior while the female Minccino walked forward a few steps.<br /><br />&quot;But in the end their endurance to tamper with artificial evolution eventually resulted in this Blacklight power, isn&#039;t that right Prototype? Such a terrifying force of nature. What are it&#039;s limits? What are it&#039;s powers and weaknesses? How does it work? Many can&#039;t help but wonder.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;It is sad. At least those like myself have emotions, that I care. You&#039;re trying to call me a bad guy here? When you&#039;re the ones who just tore a kid&#039;s body apart?&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype began to speak up, trembling with his emotions at that moment after having to snap the neck of such a young, infected child in the Pichu. However, his emotions came to fore when the gatling gun of Scourge tore the youngster&#039;s body apart callously and coldly, without a single shred of remorse for the innocent soul which splashed him with her blood, his face and clothing covered in crimson. He then stood himself up and clenched his fists though, and turned around, glaring daggers suddenly at Scourge who had finally stopped firing and also the newly appeared female Minccino with the odd, pockmarked appearance. Seething with anger suddenly after he wiped his eyes of tears, he then mutated his arm into the blade again and dashed towards the smirking Dragonite, leaping into the air and prepared to slice him thin where he stood.<br /><br />&quot;I did not create Blacklight to harness evil. I created Blacklight to do good. You think I&#039;ll reveal anything to you? You will never understand, and I will make sweet fucking sure of it.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;If it wasn&#039;t for the original group and everyone involved in it, can you say all those who died by this science would have still had happy lives?&quot;<br /><br />Harmonie asked of Patrick Mercer further providing him with psychological attacks to his mentality further shaming those who started the whole thing as the Prototype Pachirisu seethed with anger and wiped his tears away before readying his arm to morph into the blade arm. She narrowed her eyes as he made his prepared movements to charge at the Dragonite and attack looking to slice him up and she made her swift movement dashing from her spot striking hundreds of raindrops in her path as though they were frozen in time closing in on Patrick as he got right up to Scourge.<br /><br />Managing his blade arm inches from his head before Harmonie delivered her powerful kick to his side sending him flying in that direction thwarting the attack with a shock wave from the contact flowing behind him which blew a hole in the building a distance away from where he&#039;d land and as soon as she&#039;d land on her feet, the space behind her path that was completely clear of rain suddenly filled with it again having took only a tenth of a second for both Patrick and Harmonie to throw their attacks.<br /><br />&quot;Well you don&#039;t have to reveal it. Because I already have it. Albeit not the full strand yet. Still you saw the results of what it&#039;s imperfect versions did. Was this virus really worth it? Because look who got their hands on it now.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;I still regret their deaths, you know? I still do and I am effectively carrying on their legacy with ever improving what Blacklight is and stands for.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype gritted his teeth and growled as he made his way through the air to cut down on the masculine armoured Dragonite known as Scourge. Noting he did not move a muscle, he frowned as his blade came down towards him only to be deflected by a powerful kick to his side, causing him to widen his eyes and grunt as he was sent sprawling across the floor, rolling backwards and then sidewards on the slick rain trodden concrete until finally coming to a stop a few feet away. Looking behind him, he saw the shockwave from the Minccino&#039;s kick strike a building and buckle its wall, blowing a hole through its surface behind him. There, he swiftly stood himself up with the coldest glare in Harmonie&#039;s direction. Morphing his paws into the tendrils again he quickly shot a few strings forth through the rain with incredible speed, as he dashed forward towards her to connect with them and hopefully pull her up and tear her apart with them, with violent force.<br /><br />&quot;How the fuck did you acquire that? Only I can grant someone any form of Blacklight. It is not a virus. It is a biological agent.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;You regret them? And what have you done to stop that from happening ever again? To repay all the victims that had families still alive?&quot;<br /><br />With the loud boom of the hole being blown into the building some distance away from where Patrick landed, Harmonie witnessed Patrick morphing his paw into the tendrils where she would immediately react upon him fling them in her direct which splatters thousands of raindrops in the same time frame but from a larger distance and more covered ground having leaped upward to an angle flipping several times.<br /><br />This causing the tendrils to miss narrowly with her ever changing movements and momentum as each one penetrated objects and tore through things like paper and morphed her arm into the blade arm immediately slashed as Patrick had made it to her after dashing destroying every raindrop in the air in front of her as she threw her counter attack at him ready to dismember or cause a heavy wound.<br /><br />&quot;You think you can protect it and it will never fall into the paws of others. That was a foolish belief. But keeping it in existence you have only yourself to blame for that risk.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;I have compensated the families heavily for their losses. I didn&#039;t plan to lose them, but things go wrong sometimes. I&#039;m sure you&#039;re a real little angel who&#039;s never done anything wrong though, aren&#039;t you.&quot;<br /><br />Patrick retaliated, infuriated by the lecturing he was being given by Harmonie Augustine whom he saw as a hypocrite given that she was using the very thing she was fighting against it seemed. Growling, he watched as his tendrils narrowly missed the female Minccino and ended up being nothing but grisly versions of celebration tinsels hanging from the scenery. While they pulled down already buckled streetlights or pulled out large segments of building walls due to their sticky biomass pull, The Prototype watched as Harmonie tore through each raindrop in her dashing and slashed at him with her blade arm.<br /><br />At the last second however, Patrick mutated his arm into the blade as well, bringing it up to block the oncoming Minccino&#039;s attack and as sparks flung from the clashed blades, the male Pachirisu pushed her back. He then rushed forth himself, flipping over her and twisting in the air. As he did, his arms morphed again, this time into the Hammerfist where he slammed into the ground behind her, causing a large shockwave and equally large spikes suddenly erupted from the concrete both around and beneath her, in the hope of impaling and tearing her apart.<br /><br />&quot;Oh I&#039;m sure you&#039;ve never taken a risk in your life, have you. No I&#039;m sure you are Little Miss Perfect, right? Against my creation but using it for her own undoubtedly selfish gains.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;Those such as GENTEK cast away the natural evolution of Pokemon capabilities and try to play Arceus by artificially enhancing and creating new powers through experiments and viruses with no regard for anything but science.&quot;<br /><br />Harmonie remarked showing she actually bashed not just him but the ideals of groups such as GENTEK itself while the tendrils had pulled lampposts down and other surfaces that they stuck to and the clash of her blade arm against his own creating sparks that flew every direction as a result destroying further raindrops around the circle they were in before the resulting shockwave blew further ones away from the circle and anything on the ground near them.<br /><br />Harmonie would find herself pushed back by the Prototype Pachirisu&#039;s superior strength by his full strand and slid on the ground a few meters when he charged her position and leaped with a twist over her dodging the slash she performed with her blade arm destroying further raindrops in front of herself. Narrowing her eyes and darting them to the side as he land and morphed his arm again into the Hammerfist, there he swung it down behind her causing a huge shockwave destroying raindrops everywhere in a huge radius and flung tons of concrete into the air where she began to jump and flip gritting her teeth as spikes erupted everywhere around grazing her body while she evaded and moved away.<br /><br />&quot;Not yet, but soon the necessary will be inevitable. Conduits and Blacklight hosts play with powers they don&#039;t understand and it makes them think they are gods. You&#039;ll find that only those with the right mindset can use them properly for the right reasons. The boss was very intelligent on this end, after all.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;It is NOT a virus. It is a biological agent. You are implying that I created it with the intent to cause acts of terrorism. That was NOT the intention and never will be the intention.&quot;<br /><br />Patrick seethed with rage, as the large biomass made spikes erupted from the crumbling ground around them and for the moment appeared like a miniature futuristic city of dark triangular towers. As Harmonie evaded albeit grazed, he gritted his teeth again as the spikes finally retracted, leaving the floor heavily cracked and deformed. In doing so, and with a flash of lightning and crack of thunder, The Prototype then morphed his arms into the claws and suddenly leaped forward through the air with speed, claws at the ready and swiped viciously at the female Minccino one at the other as she landed.<br /><br />&quot;You will never eradicate Blacklight. To be rid of Blacklight is to be rid of me, and an Evolved cannot destroy a Prototype. Your attempts will be futile. I choose only those I can trust and with a great amount of deliberation.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;Weither it was your intention or not is not the point. You may have perfected it to leave your body and mind un-corrupted but it doesn&#039;t change what its roots were. The plaguing virus that ravaged the city it was born in.&quot;<br /><br />With Harmonie having land after the spikes retracted leaving massive damages all over the surrounding area of the city, the rain poured down continuously in the calm moment as the two would stare each other down with thunder noises overhead. Upon a lightning strike hitting the ground near them almost as if in slow motion Patrick morphed his arms into the claws and leaped forward through the air her way unleashing them in a fury as she narrowed her eyes and began to perform advanced military-like fighting capabilities.<br /><br />Her paws morphed into a duo of blade arms and began to perform parries as sparks flew from the resulting clash and despite Patrick&#039;s superior speed, endurance and strength, Harmonie&#039;s moves proved to be professional level as she countered and ended up behind him where she morphed her arm back into normal and kung fu jabbed him in the back in the form of a shove to make him stagger forward before jumping and swinging her tail at the back of his head in order to try knocking him away and all of these clashes happened in a mere second as several loud booms with each strike blew things around them away and a huge sphere around them was devoid of rain.<br /><br />&quot;I don&#039;t have to erase you. But because of what you are right now, you can&#039;t erase me. You are more a brawler. You have never once trained in any sort of combat. Therefore your attacks are not as effective as they could be. You outclass me in every attribute right now. Speed, Strength, Endurance, power. And yet your fighting style is far inferior. This is natural evolution and skill vs stronger yet amateur skill relying solely on the power you have. That is why I beat you in a fight despite being only an evolved.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Most never been done before science projects carry a great risk. All of us knew that on its development. Those who were infected was unfortunate, but I am sorry to those who were affected but it happens. I have never intended to harm anybody who didn&#039;t deserve it.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype explained himself in fury, the rain still lashing down like watery needles that formed a vapour filled misty veil in the surrounding area due to the amount, lightning and thunder cracking the sky and sound barrier respectively with their light and sound. Angered but focused and determined, the male Pachirisu noted the lightning fork and strike the ground near them dramatically, throwing up small chunks of tarmac from the empty road they stood on and noted that Harmonie must have had military training, making him frown deeper.<br /><br />&quot;You know, just because you&#039;ve had military training does not make you superior to me. I defied Blackwatch and GENTEK for years, two factions with high class military training. I have mastered all of these abilities too. Have you mastered your blades? I doubt it somehow.&quot;<br /><br />He chastised as he noted her blade arms mutating from her arms and mutated his arm into the larger blade as well, clashing and countering each slash she made like a duel of swords striking repeatedly while sparks showered from their metallic hues and spread across the slick and soaking floor around them. He then widened his eyes and noted that she had disappeared, only to feel a kung fu jab to the back and stumbled forward. However he reacted with sheer speed and turned as her tail swung at him, causing his blade arm to slash across it with grievous intent and open up a gaping wound.<br /><br />&quot;I have trained actually. I don&#039;t master abilities simply through luck, you know. You&#039;re really full of yourself, aren&#039;t you. You think just because you&#039;ve had some fancy military training that you&#039;re better and more precise than me. You think I&#039;m just some big dumb brawler like all the rest. I&#039;ll be happy to prove a cunt wrong.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;And yet with all that your preparations failed to stop such a risk from getting out.&quot;<br /><br />Harmonie remarked in a rebuttal towards the Prototype Pachirisu showing she would not be backing down in the slightest and had blood splatter all over in the blink of an eye clashing with raindrops everywhere around the general area before it all evaporated by the sheer speed of the Blade arm&#039;s slash. Having missed her attack on his head and got countered by it with a gash having opened on it a few micro-seconds after the attack was launched on her and caused her to grit her teeth as she landed behind him with blood coating the ground followed by rain refilling the space around them.<br /><br />The pain was immense however would decrease over the course of time as it filled Patrick&#039;s blade arm, coat and fur in many areas until the heavy rain began to wash it away when she immediately kicked a large chunk of concrete and flung it in his direction which cut through a line of raindrops like a shooting star and then charged behind it morphing her arms back into the blade arms. Leaping behind it she would come down at at him right after he&#039;d react to the concrete chunk which was three times his size and slashed her blade arms dozens of times at him in a barrage.<br /><br />---<br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Prototype projects are never perfect. That is why they are called prototypes, but obviously you wouldn&#039;t understand.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype rebuked, glaring in an ice cold manner with his eyes that matched it and invariably expected the female Minccino known as Harmonie Augustine to not back down. Regardless, after his previous technique he found her blood splattered a fair amount, staining the rain sodden floor along with his blade arm, face and especially his coat while the rain drove down in spades and began washing it away almost immediately.<br /><br />Once she shifted the oversized chunk of concrete his way, he rolled back and then sliced it in half with his blade arm, using his Sonar ability at the same time in order to locate Harmonie. Seeing she appeared behind the now bisected concrete chunk, the male Pachirisu proceeded to bring up his blade arm to counter each and every one of her slashes and slices, which would probably lead to her increased frustration.<br /><br />&quot;Or preferably you could just die and stop making the world a worse place to live in.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;Basically you intend to upgrade this virus until it&#039;s the most powerful entity on the planet.&quot;<br /><br />Harmonie remarked once Patrick had rolled back and used his blade arm to stab through and cleave the over-sized concrete in two making sparks fly everywhere and the two halves to go past him shattering rain drops but moving slowly with the rain due to their movement speed. With that done Harmonie immediately land behind him between the slowly passing concrete chunks and began to use her morphed arms to lash out at him swishing and slashing them rapidly in his direction as he used his own to counter and block.<br /><br />To the average eye only noises and and explosive waves could be seen that blew raindrops away due to their speed and pretty much cleared the area around of it, her blade arms colliding against his over and over in various angles and directional swings. Noting he was able to keep up and guard continuously which caused her to perform a fake out scissor chop only to back-flip away landing in front of the still moving concrete chunks that were only a few meters from their position and reverted her blade arms back to normal before punching holes in them with her fists and then using them as boxing gloves to dash forward towards his position stomping the ground and making it crack at his feet splitting to attempt to stagger him and leaped upward bring the left one down at his head with.<br /><br />&quot;I don&#039;t plan to. And you sure as hell can&#039;t finish me at this level.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s a biological agent. To call it a virus is to imply that I intend to harness it for terrorist purposes. That could not be further from the truth. Must I keep correcting you or are you just a dreadful listener?&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype asked of Harmonie in a mocking manner after he had cleaved the concrete chunk in two, watching her all the way as she flipped over and landed behind him. After that he quickly swiveled and countered her swishing and slashing with her own blade arms with his own, causing sparks to fly every time they clashed, splitting and bursting raindrops all the time as they lashed down from the storm clouds above. Their speed was such that only noises and explosive shock waves could be seen emanating from their direction and battle, their blade arms still clashing constantly like a sword or fencing duel before Patrick finally watched the female Minccino back off and flip back, noting that she harnessed the concrete chunks for her own gains like boxing gloves. <br /><br />While she stomped on the ground and caused the ground to crack and then split open at his feet, the male Pachirisu had already backflipped and after landing gracefully she would see that his Musclemass ability had taken the place of his blade arm. There, he punched upwards above his head causing a large chunk of her makeshift gloves to shatter, before using the other to smash her full on in the face, sending her careering backwards and through a building. The impact was such that the building was bisected, causing the upper echelons to crumble and crash down on top of her, leaving only the lower half standing among the rubble.<br /><br />&quot;Yes well you sure as hell could barely leave a scratch on me at this level either, dear. You&#039;ve hardly impressed yourself thus far.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />&quot;Oi Augustine! Reckon this fat shite thinks he can play god don&#039;t he, mate.&quot;<br /><br />Scourge piped up suddenly whom had simply been watching the battle thus far, puffing on a cigar casually as he stood a few metres away, his armour withstanding any damage the shock waves could have caused to him. With his gatling gun preserved in its holster on his back, the male Dragonite decided to take some of the matters into his own paws and pulled a rocket launcher from his back, one with a fully fledged targeting system that practically did all the work for him. With lightning still streaking across the sky and the occasional one forking down to the ground like Poseidon&#039;s trident, thunder clapping loudly overhead with rain driving down around him, The Prototype and Harmonie, Scourge took aim with his RPG until the targeting mechanic locked on to the male Pachirisu while he was distracted, and fired straight for him.<br /><br />&quot;Let us see if you can fuckin&#039; deal with that, ya cocky prick.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;You coming out of there, chickenpox?&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype asked up mockingly as a dust cloud threw up and spewed from the rubble and wreckage of the Vistas al Mar gift shop building, debris and items from the store shelves strewn everywhere around on the promenade as a result of the technique he had used on Harmonie Augustine. Slamming his Musclemass fists together caused small shockwaves to emanate as he readied himself for her reemergence, but then widened his eyes when he heard the sound of a rocket heading straight for him, fired by the armoured male Dragonite known as Scourge. Noting him at the last second and his projectile, Patrick spawned large biomass made shields from his arms and crouched behind them protectively, as the heat seeking projectile made contact but merely bounced off of the shields, and in good timing headed right back for Scourge himself.<br /><br />&quot;There&#039;s your answer, pal. Have a blast!&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />&quot;Whoa what the fuck, mate?!&quot;<br /><br />Scourge exclaimed after watching his heat seeking missile approaching The Prototype, standing there casually afterwards with a smirk on his face and puffing on his cigar. Expecting Patrick to explode into many fleshy pieces so he and Harmonie Augustine could be done with him already, the armoured male Dragonite then widened his eyes somewhat as the male Pachirisu deflected the projectile right back in his direction without time to think properly. Comically, his cigar dropped from his mouth and hit the floor, dousing it due to the rainfall as he flung himself to the side at the last second to watch the missile explode near a set of parked cars. There, the vehicles were sent barrel rolling through the air with doors flinging off, their alarms sounding off loudly as they landed on their sides or upside down, but all Scourge could think about at that moment while he punched the ground in frustration was his smoke, his armour scorched from the missile&#039;s impact.<br /><br />&quot;You made me waste a bloody good cigar! You know how expensive they are?!&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />Harmonie had launched her attack only for Patrick to have summoned up his musclemass ability and punched upward above his head causing one of her concrete chunks to shatter around her paw and widened her eyes as he turned the last one on her by punching it into her. With a loud crackle, the Concrete chunk shattered on her face and the momentum kicked in gritting her teeth as she was then launched like a shooting star backwards covering a full mile worth of distance in an instance as she destroyed all the raindrops with her body creating a clear pathway where he knocked her and went through the building structure and out the other side completely destroying it&#039;s foundations.<br /><br />She found herself slammed into the side of the dam causing a huge crack and dent as she was pinned against it with little leaks here and there when everything suddenly returned to normal with rain refilling the entire path from Patrick&#039;s position to her own and the building then collapsed followed by the leaks flowing normally from small dents. Opening her eyes with a glare as she pulled herself from it and flipped to her feet while her ears twitched hearing the sounds of explosions meaning Patrick was battling Scourge. She began to sprint her way back once again like a flash covering so much ground and making it back in no time. When the missiles explode on the parked crs she leaped at Patrick from behind and glared her eyes as she unleashed her strongest punch to the back of his head looking to return the favor.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;I honestly don&#039;t give a fuck, pal...&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype rolled his eyes as he sent back Scourge&#039;s own missile with the use of his biomass shields, with the Dragonite merely scorched as vehicles were sent barrel rolling and tumbling through the air. There, the male Pachirisu shrugged, his body liberally drenched in the rainfall that lashed down from the gloomy clouds above along with his clothing but his attention returned to that of Harmonie, whom said not a word, after she had been sent crashing through a building and into the dam previously. <br /><br />With the dam now dented, Patrick realised it would probably need reinforcing and at the last second, he moved up his Musclemass imbued arm as he turned around to meet that of the female Minccino&#039;s fist with force. Due to its strength, it shattered her paw in an instant, causing it to flop around uselessly, at least for the moment and undoubtedly cause her great pain.<br /><br />&quot;You still think you&#039;re superior now? An Evolved to best a Prototype? The original? Come now, you may have some skills for an upstart but I&#039;ve been doing this for years.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />Harmonie&#039;s strike had caused a shockwave of wind behind the Prototype upon impact with his muscle mash blowing away debris and rubble in the process with raindrops also being blow away in the space around them clearing it of rain followed by a boom sound. A loud crack sounded off as she squinted her eyes feeling an immense amount of pain from the blow that she delivered causing a loud cracking sound of it shattered with bones from the Musclemass guarding against her attack making blood drip and coat the ground in red before quickly having rain wash it away after each drop that poured down.<br /><br />Gritting her teeth as she felt the overwhelming pain that came with her broken arm which flopped down useless and narrowed her eyes as she quickly devised a strategy to by time for it and immediately performed a fake out with her other arm swing for a punch. Making him take another guarding attempt when she shifted the punch into a tail sweep instead to break his guard as his feet were tripped up with such speed and then twirled around and threw her punch for an uppercut to his jaw which would send him flying like a shooting star at a slanted upward angle into a building nearby should she connect.<br /><br />&quot;Then I&#039;ll have to adapt and learn.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />The Prototype glared in a cold and menacing manner at Harmonie as his Musclemass ability countered her own punching technique and caused her paw to shatter and her arm to flop around uselessly, noting her blood spattering the floor which was quickly washed away by the driving rain that continued drenching everything around, the snapping sound loud and cringe worthy as the shockwave from the impact petered away into nothing.<br /><br />Unfortunately a few moments later, he found himself tripped up, the female Minccino deciding to use a punch fake out maneuver before swapping it out to his surprise, causing his eyes to widen and further once she spun around for an uppercut in his journey from her trip to the floor, connecting with his chin full on one side and caused an equally wet and grotesque snapping sound, the impact of which caused him to go crashing back into a nearby gift shop. With his body knocking down some shelves full of gifts and finally the postcard stand, he finally hit the floor on his front as postcards scattered on the floor around him like large, laminated snowflakes. There, among a carpet of postcards, he spat up drops of blood and sat up, wiping his mouth and gathered his bearings, waiting for Harmonie to inevitably reappear. When she did, she would see him grab his dislocated jaw and painfully snap it back into place, before he finally stood up readily again, punching his Musclemass paws together threateningly like a pair of oversized boxing gloves.<br /><br />&quot;You probably think you&#039;ve won now, huh? One hit and I&#039;m out kind of bullshit?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />Harmonie had made contain with her sweep and uppercut combo after performing a fake-out punch in order to set him up for it and her paw made a strong shockwave as she connected and launched the Prototype Pachirisu away well over the speed of sound where within milliseconds he covered all the ground from their standing position to his end destination shattering every raindrop until crashing into the gift shot. With this Harmonie had landed upon the ground from the attack causing the rain to return to it&#039;s normal speed as lightning struck in various areas of the sky with thunder booming in the background.<br /><br />Turning her attention to her arm as she gritted her teeth and felt the immense pain that it gave off and clutched it with her other paw until looking at Scourge and nodding her head his way before she&#039;d then dash back towards the direction she sent Patrick Mercer and made her way through the rain while giving her arm some time to numb on the pain. Reaching the gift store where she stood outside of the shattered glass and debris staring in at him while he punched his musclemass paws together after having fixed his dislocated jaw and she narrowed her eyes gesturing him to come.<br /><br />&quot;Far from it.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re probably standing there thinking I should lay off the pies but truth be told, I like being fat. It doesn&#039;t stop me.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype shrugged, spitting out one more gout of blood. While he knew he was probably overweight, it never seemed to bother him or hinder his agility in any way, and so without warning, he leaped and slapped some C4 jelly looking mass upon the ceiling of the gift shop and mutated his paws into his tendril ability where he thrust many diagonally and vertically from floor to wall to ceiling like a grotesque version of a child&#039;s play pit or jungle. There, he dared Harmonie inside, each tendril as well as the now hidden BioBomb now glowing on and off like red beacons, before he himself backed away out of sight. He knew she would come in after him anyhow, and decided to test just how much she wanted him and his so called &#039;virus&#039; eliminated by her paws, as he took cover and crouched behind one of the shelves, the thermal-like heat given off by the density of the tendrils making it impossible to pinpoint his location to her should she make use of the Sonar ability.<br /><br />&quot;You want me gone so bad, don&#039;t you. So...time to come and get me, you mug.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;Blacklight makes your body powerful and that&#039;s what&#039;s keeping you going right now.The reason the gap between us is so much less compared to any other Evolved you faced is because I had a lot of combat training and blacklight only added onto what I had while you have little to nothing without it.&quot;<br /><br />Harmonie remarked casually towards the male Pachirisu in a lecturing manner and even name dropped the substance that was Blacklight&#039;s Achilles heel and bane which meant it was possible that she may or mat not have some in possession due to such. Watching him mutate his paws into the tendril form where he&#039;d swing it diagonally and vertically from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. Standing with her eyes narrowing in examination as she watched this display before he then gestured her inside before backing out of sight.<br /><br />With her experience and mindset she knew he was planning something and may even have a trap set up for her as she stared into the gift shop and took a few moments before beginning to approach the entrance as she glanced her eyes around for the moment. While normally she would execute her own type of strategy, given the circumstances she knew she had to keep him busy and decided to walk in where she glanced around carefully at the tendrils avoiding then and moving forward.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;How do you know I haven&#039;t had training away from Blacklight? How do you know I haven&#039;t trained in hand to hand fighting, blades and firearms?&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype asked up but quickly turned the subject on its head and berated Harmonie for her constant lecturing instead, as if he was not aware of his own flaws. While he was, he always made sure to do everything in his power so matters would not come to that, though at that moment he had mind flashes of the dreaded Bloodtox concoction. Remembering the times it left him feel weak and frail, he gritted his teeth, but to his amusement at least the female Minccino played ball with his plan.<br /><br />There, he quickly dashed quietly and flipped over the counter unseen, crouching down again he detonated his BioBomb without warning, causing a loud and squelchy explosion to occur. He hoped that the tendrils would become hazardous like razor blades slicing across the gift shop, cutting in half the postcard rack and numerous shelves while further tendrils sprouted outwards from the BioBomb. He hoped Harmonie would be grabbed to her surprise if she had not been cut apart already and smashed into the ceiling along with other solid grabbed objects, and peeked around the counter to see if her blood had sprayed the walls and floor.<br /><br />&quot;...And you said I&#039;m just a brawler? Nah, mate, I have a brain as well and I damn well use it.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />Harmonie wandered into the gift shop with her arms morphing once more into the blade arms as she had a keen focus and paid attention to her surroundings where she twitched her ears and glanced her eyes around trying to make out anything in the darkness which the building made worse with it&#039;s structure compared to the overcast rainy weather outside. Walking carefully within as Patrick Mercer skillfully vaulted the counter quiet enough for her to miss it just barely as he had to be extra careful with such sharp ears.<br /><br />Once she walked into the epicenter of the trap that Patrick Mercer had laid out for her and activated the bio-bombs which sprout out causing her ears to twitch hearing the noise and immediately making her eyes glow just as the tendrils and spikes erupted shattering the postcard rack and shelves. Raising her blade arms and performing evasive movements with the mass spreading everywhere in so many directions making most of the gift shop erupt in spikes being covered which at the moment appeared to be quiet after with Patrick left wondering how effective it was.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />With the biomass driven explosion dying down, a large segment of the ceiling collapsed inwards and added to the rubble, showering the floor in plaster and debris but for The Prototype, with the wispy veil of dust hanging around, he still found it difficult to make out whether the walls and floor had been splattered with Harmonie&#039;s blood, and if not, whether she had even been affected at all. He frowned deeply as a result, eyes narrowed and looking on into the darkness of the gift shop as he stood himself up from his previous crouched position behind the counter. However, just as he was about to go and investigate and locate the female Minccino, he felt something forceful smash into his stomach, winding him somewhat and send him crashing through the nearby wall and into an alleyway.<br /><br />&quot;Fuck...ugh!&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />Noting The Prototype was preoccupied with locating Harmonie, the armoured male Dragonite known as Scourge used the darkness to his advantage, his broadsword in his large and meaty paw. There, he practically drop kicked Patrick through the nearby wall following a forceful connection with his stomach, and as the wall collapsed he wandered through into the adjacent alleyway, back out in the driving rain and stormy conditions. The alleyway itself was dreary with a musty smell of garbage lingering, beer bottles and cans strewn along with discarded cigarettes and even syringes as binbags sat in various places against the walls, the walls themselves tinged with dry stains of urine and graffiti. <br /><br />With its lights flickering uselessly, Scourge noted the male Pachirisu rise up quickly and there he began to swing his sword at him repeatedly. It sliced through the air and forced Patrick to duck, dodge and sidestep numerous times, but unfortunately for him, on moving his head back and out of harm&#039;s way, the blade of the broadsword swung once more and slashed open his throat, which only caused the Dragonite to smirk sadistically while taking a hefty drag out of his freshly prepared cigar.<br /><br />&quot;Now that is why you should be paying attention, ya tubby fuck...&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />The Prototype tumbled through the wall and landed, skidded and rolled helplessly along the alleyway floor a good few feet before coming to rest on his side, clutching his winded stomach for a moment painfully and grunted. He saw the armoured Dragonite known as Scourge emerge from the newly created hole in the wall however and rolled himself quickly back onto his feet, ignoring the pain as Scourge charged him down. Noting his broadsword, he ducked one swipe and then sidestepped another, before rolling backwards from a third and craning his neck sidewards to avoid a fourth. Soon enough however for all his dodging bravado, he craned his neck again only for his throat to be caught and sliced deeply, opening up a gaping fissure-like wound in his throat. <br /><br />As blood spurted through the air, blending with the constant driving rain, it sprayed all over the nearby wall, soaking its concrete in crimson before he fell to all fours, clutching his throat with his paw and could only watch as it squelched disgustingly and blood squirted between his fingers, the sound and sight of it spattering and pooling on the floor disconcerting. It did not wash away immediately either, such was its thick density, although at least after a few moments of gurgling and choking, the wound began to heal up by himself, as Patrick shot Scourge the coldest of glares, his speech spoiled by gurgles.<br /><br />&quot;You...you cannot complete...a sentence without fucking swearing...can you.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />&quot;That supposed to be funny, mate?&quot;<br /><br />Scourge retorted without swearing this time, as he casually puffed on his cigar and watched as The Prototype squirmed and splattered blood all over the floor. With more dribbling down the nearby concrete wall, the armoured Dragonite then noted the sound of unnatural snarls echo through the alleyway, the lights still flickering as he narrowed his eyes. Frowning, he could see one or two contorting shadowy figures with the sound of brittle bones cracking and snapping in the distance, constantly rebounding off of each wall like pinballs as they slowly seemed to approach. There, he put away his broadsword and brandished his gatling gun from his back, preparing to annihilate the poor fuckers from existence. First however, he aimed its now rotating barrel towards Patrick, and began to fire its relentless rounds again.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re gonna die with these cunts now. How about that, sunshine?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Well at least I have a sense of humour, big foot.&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype rebuked and noted that for just a moment, Scourge had actually completed a sentence without swearing. He almost felt like applauding him sarcastically, but heard the unnatural snarls howl and filter through the alleyway. With the lights still flickering and the rain still endlessly driving down, Patrick decided not to even look back so as to put him off his focus of the armoured male Dragonite despite the thumping sounds of the figures rebounding off of wall to wall behind him, noting him preparing and whirring up his gatling gun again and as it began to fire, he suddenly made a dash forward at pace. <br /><br />With each round spraying the walls and floor, throwing up small pockets of dust around every created hole, the male Pachirisu could tell how desperate Scourge was becoming in trying to hit him and as a result, suddenly lowered, allowing himself to slide along the floor on his butt and between Scourge&#039;s legs before he could move, sloshing the grounded rainwater to either side of him. Finally, he stood up again once behind him and grabbed the sadistic Dragonite&#039;s tail, slamming him back against the floor like a ragdoll before tossing him in the opposite direction, right towards the pair of snarling infected or whatever it was they were, with him turning his head to glance behind him, and watch how Scourge&#039;s latest predicament unfolded with amusement.<br /><br />&quot;Maybe so, but you first, you prick.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />&quot;Woah, woah easy there. No fair...!!&quot;<br /><br />Exclaimed Scourge in surprise and with widened eyes, as his armoured form made a step or two back. He watched The Prototype with steely intent, still spraying rounds from his gatling gun albeit erratically and due to that, missed the chubby male Pachirisu entirely. By the time he adjusted his large firearm, Patrick had also stolen the advantage over him and notably slid along the alleyway floor upon his butt, causing the heavily accumulated rainwater to splash on either side of him as the rain itself continued to fall, lightning continued to tear across the sky and thunder battered the eardrums. The armoured male Dragonite then widened his eyes further and clumsily dropped his gatling gun with Patrick grasping hold of his tail and slamming him against the floor in one direction, before being tossed the other way head first. <br /><br />He could see seemingly in slow motion as his lips lost their grip of his cigar and it flicked away from his mouth, emitting a loud &quot;Fuck&quot; as hot flakes of tobacco showered the floor below him as it landed on a trash bag, and quickly set it alight. More to the point though, as he landed heavily on his front, winding him, he drew his broadsword and hastily swished it one way and then the other as he rolled onto his back, to stop the two infected from approaching him. Unfortunately, that appeared not to be the case, and he found himself yelling.<br /><br />&quot;Harmonie...!! Get the fuck out here and fuck that fat twat up for me, would ya?! I have my paws full here!!&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />The debris and remains of the collapsed convenience store burst with a loud noise making pieces and chunks of brick fling everywhere in a 360 degree angle as some flew at Patrick&#039;s general direction shattering every rain drop in a speed greater than any gun could fire a bullet. With this the form of the female Minccino leaped out in several flips landing with a crack on the payment of the sidewalk as she&#039;d tilt her eyes up at Patrick appearing to have them glowing and showing she used sonar to escape crippling injury as she had only cuts and scars from the planned attack.<br /><br />&quot;It won&#039;t be long now Scourge, just a little more.&quot;<br /><br />Harmony remarked with a very vague comment that only he would understand before she then dashed towards Patrick as he just got do in his reaction to the last of the chunks of bricks in however he decided to deal with them, closing in on his position in no time before morphing not only her arms but also her tail into the blades and spun like a saw down at him which separated every raindrop in that direction into multiple pieces before reaching his spot and baring down at him with her spinning motion.<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />As The Prototype stood and observed the happenings of the armoured Dragonite known as Scourge and how he struggled to overcome the infected that closed in on him, he gasped and turned to note the remains of the gift shop burst open with a loud and sudden noise causing debris, concrete and bricks to be sent flying in every conceivable direction. The male Pachirisu mutated his arm into the blade at that moment and sprung into action, slicing through the debris quickly so as not to be hit by any of it. As they fell apart around him like he was a blender mulching food, a brick flew at his face and smashed him in the jaw, his back thudding against the concrete building wall behind him and slumped to the floor on his butt. <br /><br />Sighing, he quickly spat up blood as it dribbled down his chin with Harmonie appearing with glowing eyes, displaying she had used her Sonar ability and saw her morphing her arms and tail into blades and spun at him like a saw. Before she could tear him into chunks however he morphed his arms again into the claws and stood up quickly, his agility enabling him to clash his metallic claws against her blades repeatedly like an insanely fast blade fight, sparks showering like hot raindrops all around before he finally placed his foot against her body and kicked her away to give himself a moment&#039;s breathing space.<br /><br />&quot;Still think you can cut it with the creator, bitch?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />Harmony clashed against The Prototype&#039;s claws with her triple blades at such a speed of spinning and movement which caused sparks to erupt and fly in every direction from the clash along with all the rain near them to be pushed away by the force of it. His quickly reactions having managed to stop her from causing further deep damage from the debris that made him bleed earlier and even had the tables turned on her during it as he perfectly timed his swift kick into her stomach and knocked her away into a flip several meters with a strong impact blowing rain away in a 460 circle around them.<br /><br />Landing upon her feet in a skid on the damaged concrete where a few moments later she coughed blood on the ground from the kick she received before she glanced her eyes over to him with a confident smirk which she had not expressed before and moved her paw up to her mouth to wipe blood off. Standing up and looking in his direction as rain returned to the area pouring down on them splattering on the ground and their bodies with every drop, nodding her head towards Scourge knowing time would be up soon before she stomped one foot on the ground making it crack and causing debris to fly up before using it in a push for leverage to mid air dash with a leap at the same speed they had been moving making her reach his position within no time where she started to throw punched and kick with precision while using her morphed tail for defensive counter when needed.<br /><br />&quot;Most definitely, Prototype!&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The prototype<br /><br />Spitting up some more blood from the previous impact he had with the wall, The Prototype wiped his mouth and chin on the sleeve of his coat as he morphed his arms back to normal. With the rain still lashing down in the bucket loads, a rumble of thunder succeeding another violent flicker of lightning, he stood for a moment and observed Harmonie&#039;s movements carefully, the rain buffeting his body and clothing like small needles and surveyed her cracking the ground open causing debris to fly up and a small shockwave was created. There the male Pachirisu discovered it as leverage and momentum to air dash towards him on the fly to unleash another barrage of swift kicks and punches in his direction.<br /><br />&quot;Mmm...time to go Jason Bourne on her arse...&quot;<br /><br />Patrick muttered to himself referring to the Bourne series of Hollywood movies and began countering her punches and kicks by going paw to paw (and toe to toe) with her, matching them with chops and blocks of his own which seemed to go on for a few minutes. However eventually he karate chopped her in the neck to temporarily cut off her oxygen before spinning and lashing out in a roundhouse kick to her jaw causing her to fly back into a lamppost. As she did, comically its bulb shattered and its shards sliced her face before the fitting itself fell and landed on her head like a strange metallic hat.<br /><br />&quot;Ah...suits you that does, dear. More a sight for sore eyes now.&quot;<br /><br />He mocked her and smirked although his amusement was short lived, for as he turned around and witnessed Scourge struggling with the infected still, with a flash of lightning a large shadow of a tall figure with a brim hat briefly showed up on the wall, accompanied by the silhouette-like figure itself with red glowing eyes that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Surprised and startled by the sight, he had become momentarily distracted and at the risk of being attacked, his breaths deep and hoarse and audible too.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />&quot;Oi Augustine! Go and sort &#039;im out, will ya? Time we got it done, alright?&quot;<br /><br />Scourge piped up again, his armour scratched and grazed as the infected clawed at it and had notably been raked across the side of his head as well which dripped blood onto the floor. Squirming his body and head as the rain lashed down around him and buffeted him and his armour as well and finally, gained the upper hand as he kicked one infected away and plunged his broadsword through the neck of the other.<br /><br />Tearing it out again, blood squirted like a fountain all over his face and spattered his armour and body as well before he kicked them away as well into the first, whom was knocked back and violently snapped their neck on the corner of a dumpster in their momentum as both finally fell lifelessly in a heap on the floor. Standing himself up and brushing himself off, he looked towards the happenings of the battle between The Prototype and Harmonie Augustine, and shook his head and placed his paw on his face at her latest predicament before being startled by the large brim hat wearing shadow on the wall, where standing nearby was the silhouette-like figure with red glowing eyes.<br /><br />&quot;B-boss...? Oi Augustine stop fucking around! Do it now!&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />Harmony traded blows with the Prototype Pachirisu in a series of skilled and and mixed up strikes where she used different fighting styles merged together to make her attacks hard to predict as she managed to land blows here and on his body in certain points which he tanked and resisted to a degree. During which the She used her blade tail to block most of his attacks or parry attacks up until he managed to evade her last attack getting to her side where he performed a karate chopped her neck making her widen her eyes and lower to one knee.<br /><br />With this she raised her arm to connect with his leg as he spun into a roundhouse kick but found his strength too much of a gap which collided and pushed her arm towards her with little hindered speed where her jaw would be struck with an impact of force blowing debris and raindrops away in a 360 degree angle. This caused her to be sent in a launch flipped by the strength of his attack several meters away before ending up striking a lamppost making it bend badly and the glass on the light-bulb to fall upon her head precisely cracking it somewhat on top of her head like a metallic hat.<br /><br />Glaring her eyes as she made note of Scourge&#039;s remark and stood up having her blood from his attacks that land on her began to wash down by the raindrops hitting her along with the ground all around and just as lightning struck downward near by she would sprint immediately making it fly off her head with the Prototype&#039;s distracted state and got up to him while the lightning was still in it&#039;s visual effect. There she had a needle come out of her sleeve containing some sort of variation on Bloodtox and rammed it into the side of his neck before immediately throwing a kick swiftly at his back in order to knock him away just as his powers weakened somewhat with the lightning&#039;s visual effect ending. He would end up skidding along the ground a few meters away and when he came to a stop the bloodtox took full effect having his powers drained but were still intact enough during the kick and skid to keep him from suffering any major injuries and the bulb hit the ground after this.<br /><br />&quot;My reason for this battle is complete.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />With The Prototype and Harmonie effectively going toe to toe in paw to paw combat, the male Pachirisu noted how she was using a blend of different fighting styles that admittedly outnumbered his own, in this area at least and as such occasionally took a hit causing him to grunt each time but appeared to be otherwise unaffected. Tanking the pain and ignoring it, he eventually dodged and parried one of her techniques and buried a karate chop into her neck which stunned her and left her falling to one knee.<br /><br />With his spinning roundhouse kick also connecting with her jaw, rain still driving down all around them, and with her eventually crashing into a lamppost where the metallic fitting fell on her head like a hat, he had since become distracted and found himself stunned by the sight of the shadowy figure who had appeared to him earlier in the deformed arcade, appeared this time with lightning and a large shadow on the nearby wall. <br /><br />Once it disappeared again however, Scourge&#039;s speech shocked his senses back to reality all too late to avoid the needle of Bloodtox being driven into his neck by Harmonie, causing him to widen his eyes and stagger in pain as his paws clasped to his neck and ripped out the needle, tossing it away. It was to no avail however as the Bloodtox had already taken effect in him, shutting down his powers and Blacklight with the black and red veins appearing and disappearing frequently and desperately on his body. In amongst all of this he was kicked away by the female Minccino connecting with his back causing him to sprawl and skid along the floor on his front a few metres before coming to a stop. <br /><br />Weakened greatly without his abilities, he wheezed painfully as he raised to all fours and spat up blood. Watching it hit the floor it was soon followed by a flurry of vomit that puddled in a stinking, pungent gooey pile before him, and he raised his head to see Harmonie and Scourge behind and in front of him respectively. Wanting to get up and slice them up, his own shuttered strength and fatigue had long since set in and by now, could barely move a muscle.<br /><br />&quot;You...you bitch. You cunt. B-both of you. You will ruin this world...ruin it far greater than I ever could and...and you both fucking know it...ugh...fuck you both.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />&quot;About time we put this prick in his place, eh?&quot;<br /><br />Scourge remarked casually and, watching Harmonie stick the Bloodtox needle into Patrick&#039;s neck, took the opportunity to light another cigar. This time at least it was likely he could smoke it all without interruption and as such took a drag and exhaled the smoke as he watched the male Pachirisu reacting badly to the forced injection he was given. <br /><br />Smirking, the armoured Dragonite leaned against the wall while continuing to puff on his cigar, though turned his nose up once he saw The Prototype vomiting all over the floor, kicking up its pungent stench that plagued the nostrils of himself and Harmonie among the driving rain. As such, he covered his nose, and noting Patrick looking up at him and the female Minccino, broadened his smirk back at him, although the male Pachirisu&#039;s speeches of grandeur had really started to grate by now, and noting him on all fours he looked towards Harmonie himself with a gesture and instruction.<br /><br />&quot;Kick him up the arse, would ya kindly? He&#039;s really starting to do my nut in.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;The boss should be finishing up now on his end.&quot;<br /><br />Harmony remarked as she walked over towards where Scourge was stopping behind the falling Patrick Mercer who was on all fours coughing up blood and vomiting on the ground from the bloodtox having taking effect shutting down all his powers to a vulnerable stage. Her arms crossed as she listening to the buff Dragonite who lit his cigar and spoke up to her while she knew that by now at the Mercer house hold their Leader was most likely done or finishing up his intended goal with the Prototype&#039;s family.<br /><br />She reached her paw down to grab hold of his jacket&#039;s collar from the back and lift him up to his feet in front of herself as she moved forward close to the side of his as the rain poured down splattering on them and soaking their fur and clothing along with the ground all around them. Lightning roaring with thunder over head as she pulled her leg back and kicked it forward into him with a firm strike making contact in the appropriate area Scourge commanded which with his powers gone had a strong sharp pain even though she held back making his backside turn a red sore color which knocked him upward two meters before landing back on the ground. With that she looked towards Scourge and gestured him with her paw to begin heading towards the Mercer home to meet up and begin leaving.<br /><br />&quot;We&#039;ll meet again Patrick Mercer, this is merely the beginning. In more ways than one.&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />The Prototype<br /><br />&quot;Finishing up on what? What the fuck are you talking about?&quot;<br /><br />The Prototype demanded, although his voice gurgled and shook in a mixture of anger and wheezing, but soon found himself vomiting all over the floor a second time causing the pasty puddle to enlargen. Still on all fours, he spat out more sick every so often to clear his throat as it dribbled down his chin and glared up at the Dragonite known as Scourge before him whom mocked him continuously while smoking his cigar. <br /><br />Just as he looked down again however he felt his coat collar being tugged and himself being pulled up in the manner of a puppet or ragdoll, and with the rain driving down and pelting him as well as the gripping Harmonie and the armoured Dragonite, lightning tearing across the dark cloudy sky and thunder rippling violently, and then felt the female Minccino forcefully kicking him up his backside causing him to grimace in pain as a momentary sore red mark appeared, sending him up into the air and back down again where he landed on his side with his face close to his own pile of regurgitation, widening his eyes as the impact felt sharp on his hip particularly. Still grimacing, he clenched his butt with his paws while pulling an expression of pain upon his face, and watched as Harmonie and Scourge gestured and spoke to one another without revealing anything important to him, much to his frustration.<br /><br />&quot;You...you&#039;re trying to seduce me now, you fucking bitch? You&#039;re gonna pay for what it is you&#039;re doing, and for causing great pain to my arse!&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Scourge<br /><br />&quot;Like we would tell you, tubby...&quot;<br /><br />Scourge mocked the male Pachirisu known as The Prototype and continued to casually smoke his cigar, a veil of smoke now surrounding him among the mist of driving rain. Once he saw Harmonie doing as instructed, notably kicking Patrick up the backside with plenty enough force to cause him pain without his powers, he proceeded to smirk and mockingly, applaud the female Minccino for doing so.<br /><br />He then chuckled and approached the male Pachirisu, using his foot to force him on his front before moving the other to push down on the back of his head, forcing his face into his own puddle of vomit disgustingly and drew a pistol. Firing three times into Patrick&#039;s back, blood spurted from each bullet wound with some comically splashing Harmonie&#039;s face, while much more pooled from under him. After the gurgling stopped and the cries of pain too, Scourge proceeded to push Patrick on his back with his foot, noting he was now unconscious too with that same smirk and gave Harmonie one last chance to say her farewell to him in her own fashion...for now, after he had asphyxiated the Pachirisu with his own sick to the point of incapacitation. Now, the wheels of the boss&#039; true plan was well and truly in motion.<br /><br />&quot;Alright you can go and meet up with the boss. I&#039;ll meet you there when I&#039;ve disposed of this prick elsewhere, alright?&quot;<br /><br />---<br /><br />Harmonie Augustine<br /><br />&quot;There&#039;s no need to tell you.&quot;<br /><br />Harmonie remarked completely dismissing Patrick Mercer&#039;s demands for knowledge on what was going on as she turned to face him with a cold stare before watching as Scourge had flipped him over with his foot and shot three bullets into his body making blood spurt each time which some got on her face as she continued the cold stare that looked rather personal rather than just indifferent. There she spit the blood back in his direction which hit his face and left a red mark on him before she turned away and looked up at the showering rain and lightning overhead for a moment which washed blood off her fur and robes in it&#039;s continuous showering,<br /><br />Blood forming in a puddle where the unconscious Patrick Mercer lie by aid of the rain which left him soaked and caused blood to run down his clothing onto the concrete and Scourge to have a very wet armor that dripped and she looked around at the remains of all the infected that were before making her way in one direction where the young Pichu lie which she placed one paw on her cheek. Giving her a brief look before letting go and beginning to walk past her corpse where she then started to sprint and make her way through the rain and destroyed area to try and meet up with the leader of the group while she herself had her own thoughts in mind.<br /><br />&quot;A new dawn will come in the Autumn.&quot;</span>",
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