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 He was back in the abyss, only this time without that monster.  He stayed for several moments, unthinking, unmoving. “Where am I?”  Silas asked himself. In response, a blinding light enveloped his vision and a blurry silhouette stood. “You are dead,” the silhouette said. For some reason, that didn't faze Silas, like some part of him already knew. “But not for long.” It said with its’ deep and imposing voice. That, however, did surprise Silas. “What do you mean,” He asked. “Listen to me Silas, darkness has fallen over your world.  People live under the tyrannical rule of evil and u

 Silas awoke with a start when cold metal restraints closed around his wrists.  It took him a few seconds to notice he was lying down, sever more two notices the robbed figure standing around him.  The room was extremely dark, except for several dimly lit candles.  One robbed figure, this one considerably taller than the rest, held a candle in his gloved hand, allowing hot wax to fall upon the garment.  The tall figure came up close to Silas with his mask obscuring his face, and tilted the candle allowing wax to fall onto Silas’ chest.  Silas let out a yelp that turned into a scream when the figure pulled back his hood.  The figure̵

Prologue – First Timer       Silas’ heart was racing as he walked down the dirt road to the communal meeting hall.  Not a far walk from his quarters, where he and his little sister, Jessica spent their nights.  He just turned 16, the minimum age to go on scavenging runs, and just volunteered for his first job.  He was thrilled, the prospect of leaving the confines of the walls that he had spent his entire life within, even if it is only for a night, was exhilarating!         When he entered the hall, Silas saw the rows of seats and sat down in one at the end.  At the front of the room, a projector sat on a table alongside a map

Coy POV Three months, Three. Fucking. Months.  That's how long I've been out of work.  Nobody needs a grunt anymore, their a dime a dozen.  Silas though, he's a lucky bastard.  Everyone needs political assassins, and he's good enough that people look past his being a pokemorph.  Me though?  Nope.  Yes I'm a leader, but whom would I lead?  Silas?  No. He's best alone. I'm nothing but a soldier and a tactician.  I could easily be Special Forces, but those racist bastards don't accept pokemorphs into their ranks. My name is Coy. I'm a 5' 9" Buizel pokemorph.   I sighed and left my room.  We live in a hidden cave, down in the Mojave Desert.  We

"Sir we know you did it" Justin said. "I don't have it, honest!" The zigzagoon pleaded. "Oooh is he resisting?" Oliver said with a grin as he popped Paper Cut slightly out of its sheath. He was using his human illusionary avatar, as usual "Oh lord," Justin face-palmed. "Why dose Lucario let him keep that thing?" Coy whispered. Justin just shrugged.  The zigzagoon's eyes widened and he submitted, giving the bag of fruit to the zorua.  They were on the way to the food storage to return the fruit, talking. "You know, one of these days your going to get caught," Coy said, causing Oliver to shrug. "This is pitiful," Justin said, "People ste

Coy was nervous to say the least.  The Buizel had heard of the halfling, who beat Marowack with so much ease, that kid has already become a legend around the bunker.  He heard the rumors of him, some think he's a legendary pokemon, but Coy knew better.  "He's probably just a zoroark… wait those are pretty terrifying too!" he though.  But today when he's teacher introduced the new student well…. "Students we have a new student to class," Mrs. Lopunny announced, "his names Oliver." Many tensed at this, recognizing the name instantly.  The rest took a second.  The only one unfazed by this was the Pikachu in the back.  The doorknob tu

3 days later Oliver deducted that the only thing to do around the bunker was battle and you can't battle until your fully transformed.  Skyrim was fun but he was getting bored.  Justin told him about a bladed weapons course in the gymnasium and Oliver decided to check it out while Justin was at class.  Oliver left the dorm and headed towards the elevator to the gym level.  He waited in the elevator until it reached its destination.  When it did, Oliver left and skirted the bleachers to get a good view.  Hiding in the shadows, his ears twitched when he heard talking.  Oliver was about halfway through his transformation, he had fur all over hi

Chapter 5 After seeing his room, Justin took Oliver on a tour of the bunker.  They had multiple floors but many remain only partly filled thanks to the Poke'extinction.  Each floor had a dining area and a recreational area.  They had the classes on the lower floors and the training grounds closer to the top so explosions wont hurt the reactor.  After the tour they went back to their dorm. "So what did you furnish this place from a Trift store?  Because it looks like something out of Fallout," Oliver commented/ "Now that you mention it, it dose look like a vault… awesome!" Justin responded, "You don't think this is some kind of social

It didn't take long for Oliver to reach his destination.  A lone vine hung in the middle of a dirt path.  He walked up to it and studied it.  "If this were a movie or a book the ground would open up beneath me," he thought jokingly.  He pulled the vine and waited.  For a second nothing happened but then the feeling of weightlessness washed over him.  He fell for a couple meters then landed on a stunt bag.  He laid there for several seconds trying to get his bearings until the bag deflated.  When he felt his back hit something hard he stood up only then noticing the crowed that accumulated.  Fifteen different Pokemon stood around him, all in b

It surprised Oliver how far a thirteen-year-old boy can get with ingenuity, 20 bucks, and a silver tongue.  He was worried however that he has the entire state police trying to find the culprit of a strand car thefts… ingenuity remember?  Anyway, the run away fox-boy made it to a decently forested area on the other side of Ohio. Oliver wandered in the woods about an hour to find a good spot to set up camp.  He chose a high up area near a stream.  After about half an hour later he was siting on his bedroll in front of the campfire watching the sunset.  A beautiful sight, back in Dublin it was difficult to get a good view of the sunset