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As soon as Zil and I got off the bus we heard someone shout "Heeeeeey Elliot" I turned to see Ken with the girlfriend hanging on his arm. I was smiling since I was surprised they actually waited for me since they usually just sneak away to make out in a hidden corner. So I hustled over to my friends so they couldn't bitch at me for moving too slow. I didn't hear any actual conversation going on between them when I approached: just random bitching and gossip.

How did Ken do it? How does he filter out all the nonsense pieces of a 1.000,000 puzzle that is actually only a 10,000 piece puzzle while having the time of his life solving this puzzle and admiring (close to worshiping) the image that his hard work revealed that doesn't really appear any different to every other puzzles that he had solved previously?

I used this exact wording to ask the bastard once but his only reply was a look that told me he thought I was fucking nuts. That is right before face-palming and saying: "Oh right your gay, sometimes I forget that"

Seriously what the hell was a kind of an answer was that?

As I crossed the five feet separating me from my friend: I spontaneously noticed his tag-along's voice was like a cheese grater rubbing against my skull. Suddenly a headache hit me like a truck and that was quickly turning into a migraine as the ringing rang louder and louder. The pain was enough to force me to drop down on my knees to clutch my head. I was also shaking from head to toe from a sudden major cold chill, felt like as if all my body heat was robbed from me. Damn it not here! Why now?!

** To loud....**

** To annoying.... Make her stop. One good smack should do it Or maybe just stop the sound from its source?**

Better idea let's do that.

No...we made the light stronger to the point that we don't hear these voices when we are together so why?... Despite the light making my headache and the ringing worse I glanced at Zillian to see him clutching at his skull with his eyes squeezed tightly shut as well. Seems Zil could hear them to. Maybe the darkness can still be heard when Zillian and I experience the same negative emotion toward the same thing?

I felt a lot of eye's on me which were not helping me fight the impulses to strangle the bitch that was still talking.

"Maybe-he-should-go-to-the-hospital-I-mean-my-friend-Brenda-experienced-something-like-this-and-it turned-out-she-had-burst-a-major-blood-vessel-in-her-brain-and-she-started-to-have-a-seizure-and-everything-but-why-would-it-affect-the-rat-too?oh-I-know!-It's-two-ghost-types-trying-to-possess-them-I-should-go-try-to-find-Krista-she's-an-expert-on-Ghost-types-and-how-to-fight-possessions-I-mean-with-that-Haunter-of-hers-she-kinda-has-to-be-I-think-she-uses-like-runes-and-charms-and-rituals-and-stuff-"

Does the bitch even need to breath? where does find the oxygen to keep talking with no breaks in between words and sentences? All I could was pray she would shut up soon while in the meantime all I could do was focus on clenching and unclenching my fist to stop myself from launching myself at the whore whose voice seemed to gradually getting louder and more annoying. Seemed to blot out any other sounds but the whispers and the sound of my blood rushing in my ears

*unclench* *clench*

*unclench* *clench*

"WOAH-is-that-a-purple-outline-around-them-or-is-it-a-trick-in-the-light?"

a inhuman growl rose out of my throat as two words came tumbling out of my throat before I could hold them back"Shut up"

I could barely hear Ken say "No I see it too...Ashley get your Wartortle out...I have a bad feeling about this..."

Shut up I swear to God if you don't shut that hole you call a mouth I'll-!

Instead of shutting up however the volume of her voice rapidly increased to full volume shouting "WHAT-DO-YOU-THINK-HE'S-GONNA-LIKE-ATTACK-US-OR-SOMETHING! I-THOUGHT-YOU-GUYS-WERE-FRIENDS-OHMYGOD-THIS-ISN'T-HAPPENING-WHY-DOES-THIS-HAVE-TO-HAPPEN-SO-EARLY-"

Finally I had enough."I said shut the fuck up you God damn whore!" My shout probably echoed throughout the entire school! I didn't have control of my body anymore all I could see was a sea of red in my vision as I tensed to leap at Ashley's throat.

"Master don't let it take over!"Zillian's sudden high pitch shriek broke through the red. The once harsh, cold whispers that presently were harsh, cold and excited screams egging me on drew in a intake of breath, as if gasping in disbelief. But what really broke through the haze was the sudden pain I felt explode in my shoulder where Zillian was still perched.

The pain and the wetness that I knew was blood from Zillian's bite was enough to distract my body long enough to botch the jump I just then sprung for. Resulting in me to collapse face first on the sidewalk .The pain from those combined stimuli seemed to be enough to scare away the voices.

"Look the glow is gone" said a male I didn't recognize

"Do you think he's unconscious?" said a female from the same direction.

"Careful he's getting up now" said the voice I did recognize was Ken's.

I slowly lifted my face from the pavement. The first thing I noticed was the red drops on the pavement.

Great my nose was bleeding again...this day was just full of joyous surprises.

Next I slowly looked up to see my best friend with Lis and a Wartortle, all three standing in a defensive stance in front of a terrified looking girl. A glance around my environment told me ALOT of eyes were on me for the moment; all equally terrified.

I almost attacked my best friend to get to his completely innocent girlfriend for no thinkable reason besides she was annoying me.

I couldn't bear even the thought of that.

I shifted my gaze to the ground again. Tears began to leak out of my eyes as if someone turned on a faucet: the clear liquid turning a light red almost pink as it mixed with the blood gushing out of my nose. I was hyperventilating. I couldn't move. I couldn't even think. All I could do was replay the events in my mind's eye over and over; all that did was add to my quickly mounting panic.

What now? No plan or lie could get me out of this one. Let alone explain what just happened and the truth would just cause people to think I was a maniac that escaped from a insane asylum. I was out of options. This never happened to me before! I was the guy that was always in control of himself and always kept a cool head despite the situation. If I didn't I always had a smart aleck remark or joke on hand to buy me time for my next move Now? I had nothing to explain what just happened.

Suddenly I felt a heavy hand on my other shoulder.

I turned my head slightly and looked up a little to see a blurry image of what I could recognize was the quieter of the two cops; I didn't even hear him approach. For some reason I kept forgetting his name even though I read the badge at least twice. Eyes were too blurry to read the tag now however.

"C'mon kid... Let's go home for now. You are obviously too sick to go to school for a while. " I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, with the momentarily clear I spotted a Arcanine and a Mightyena watching my every move. The other cop was also watching me with a sympathetic look in his eye but his hand was laying atop his gun holster.

Did I have a choice?

The tears clouded my vision again as I risked a glance towards the direction of the person who was once my best friend: my voice cracked as I choked out "I'm sorry, please don't hate me for this"

The cop next to me cleared his throat "Yes please don't. Do us a favor and tell the principal that Elliot here was cursed by a powerful ghost type about two weeks ago and is still being cleansed of that negative energy." the cop aimed a fake stern glare at me "He shouldn't have left his house at all which is why we were sent here to pick him up once the police finally figured out his parents were ignoring our advice in keeping him home until we are sure the curse is completely broken. So please don't hold this against him."

"Sure not a problem" I could tell Ken was completely relieved upon hearing this explanation.

"Sure. no hard feeling" I heard Ashley mutter you could tell from just her voice that her nerves were shot. But Ashley also sounded relieved that her boyfriend's gay friend wasn't normally a psychopath.

The cop just saved my ass. I should be thankful and relieved. Instead I was just sick to my stomach because thanks to the continuous replay of the memory of the incident that just occurred: I had an epiphany. There was another emotion that I felt when I lost myself along with all the consuming anger .

Elation.

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I wasn't spoken to during the entire ride. Officers just conversed between each other on day to day things. Which was great because I felt like a trapped animal in a cage. Reasons: My nerves were shot to hell, I recently committed a crime that I was scared shitless of being caught at any moment and then add the fear of losing control of myself at any moment... again. To say that there was a lot of my mind was an understatement of the century so I was thankful for the quiet.

The scents of air freshener and spooge from past sex escapades of the safe to be assumed married couple (signs were obvious) was very calming despite the effect it had on me and Zillian. Allowed me to lose myself in fantasies that appeared in my mind's eye using ideas from really bad pornos involving handcuffs and the couple double teaming captured criminals.

Zillian appeared to be enjoying the scent as well. Evidence being his open mouth panting (almost drooling), eyes clouded over in lust, and the fact he was leaking pre like a faucet. The sheer amount of it all became so bad that I was forced to explain the problem and had to ask for something to keep it from getting on my clothes. I heard both deep voices mutter a simultaneous "Whoops". A heavy silence fell over the cruiser before it was broken with a pair of hearty laughter and I was tossed a roll of paper towels. The couple were cool about it and apologized fiercely for the smell. Explained that they were so busy that they had forgotten to make sure to clean up the aftermath after last time.

I said it was okay and the matter was then dropped.

Another positive I found in the situation was I finally found out their names and memorized them. Could finally look them up when I got back as just a precaution: know your enemy as well as you know you're friends to win the war. Well that's how I think the saying goes anyway. The talkative cop 's nametag said Steve L. North while the quiet said Trevor T. North.

Eventually we pulled up to my current home's gates which were immediately opened by the gate keeper. Our ride climbed up the small hill, pulled in front of door, and was placed into park with the motor still running.

"Thank for the ride" I said with a small friendly grin that was almost painful to fake.

"No problem" replied two cops sitting in front. There was tension in the air that I couldn't place the source of. I dismissed it and placed the blame on the situation we had ran into earlier. I climbed out of the car and took two steps away before I heard a door open and Trevor say:

"Sorry about this kid..."Suddenly Zillian's weight suddenly disappeared from my shoulder.

What the fuck!? I quickly turned around to see a Poke ball I recognized from the logo on its top half as a ball strictly used by Rangers to catch and transport Pokémon that have already been registered under a name of a Trainer before the ball flew back into Trevor's grip. As soon as the ball smacked into Trevor's palm he went back inside the cruiser, slammed the door shut, and then without even a slightest hint of a pause the cruiser immediately began to drive toward and out of the still open gate.

All this happened in the matter of two seconds.

At first I was too shocked to process what was going on. Once the initial shock that froze my limbs passed: I found myself making chase in a autopilot-like state. I knew that it was pointless in the back of my mind; But some insane logic told me that if I just kept going down the road in the direction that I still saw the car bobbing in the distance: I would eventually catch up.

This can't be happening panic causing me to hyperventilate again as I bolted past the gate and kept going.

"ZILLIAN!" I heard myself shout out despite remembering only thinking of one series of words over and over again: This can't be happening!

I kept running while shouting Zillian's name until-

I was tackled from behind by Dad "God damn it boy he's gone!" Dad's shout nearly deafened me since he was so close to my ear but at least it helped snap me out whatever state I was in.

Still anger turned my vision red as I shouted "Why!"

"Taking Zil away was the real reason they went to the school. We called the officers the morning after you went to school on Monday and we told them the information you gave us and they finally were able to make a breakthrough with Alakazam's help. With that little bit of information they were able to discover what Darkrai did to you. As a result the superiors have ordered them to minimize the damage you two would cause."

I wasn't really listening to the explanation though, just screaming a mix of curses and demands to be let go with wordless shouts in between almost every word. That was when Dad slapped me across the face with the back of his hand: Dad had never hit me before...Ever. Always had someone do it for him because he was too softhearted to discipline his kids himself.

I didn't appear to be the only one fate was changing...

Thanks to the shock my brain received forcing it to do a reboot: Dad had my full attention for the moment because I could do literally nothing else besides stare straight ahead in blank stare and listen. "Listen! you have to know why we did this." Dad forced me to look in his eyes "Long ago a scientist with the help of a Mega Evolved Alakazam discovered that every being's souls are composed of both light and dark karma that dictates our every word and action. The amount of light and dark changes depending on the person's or animal's stimuli and environment. A person becomes broken on the inside without both. Thankfully most beings receive more light stimuli than dark. But there are odd instances where a being turns out more dark than light: which is why we have people who dedicate their lives to crime and unneeded violence."

I heard another person behind us trying to catch their breath back from an obvious run. Couldn't tell who it was; didn't care: I was just fighting to get away again.Still my Dad continued "What Darkrai is doing is going around the world and manipulating certain boys and girls karma to the point where no light exists at all. Making the person completely dark aligned with nothing to hold them back to cause destruction, chaos, and death."

"It's called Conversion." I heard Mom say but I spat in Dad's face and used that moment of surprise as an opportunity to wiggle myself away from his grip into freedom. "I don't care!" I shouted back

Was tackled again and was held down by two people this time. Mom picked up the baton so Dad could concentrate more on restricting my flailing arms and other desperate movements "The ones in power have known this fact for centuries and have searched for ways to fight Conversion to no avail. There just isn't a tool or being strong enough to convert the darkness into light once a soul has reached a certain point. Which is why Cressilia erases them when they cross the point of no return so Darkrai can't hide them from her sight."

My body suddenly went limp as I gave up all my attempts of fighting. Zillian was gone. My mind could finally accepted that fact. Meanwhile Dad slung my limp body onto one of his shoulder with hardly any effort.

Dad was apparently just wearing a wife beater and a pair of boxers.

We began to make our way back to the mansion as he continued from where Mom left off "Another reason why we are separating you two is because being around another beings with more darkness than light speeds up the process. Especially when the two beings have a close relationship."

We are very close but...

The small part that still cared replied "But being around Zillian helps me fight the impulses! He doesn't make it worse..." my voice sounded pathetic like a little kids. The part of me that held my pride became sick.

I felt Dad shake his head "Not true. It may feel that way but the only positive that being around each other provides is strengthening the will and resolve to fight but that is only a temporary period of peace. Eventually the darkness grows to the point where that will and resolve shatters. During that break the darkness uses that exact moment to completely consume the light."

"But I strengthened the light with the Lunar wing so shouldn't that mean-"

"You didn't strengthen the light... You strengthened the darkness by making it immune to the Lunar wing's light. Which by the way was the only thing that would have bought us time if used correctly" But that wasn't possible! "I know you meant well but Alakazam told us that what you did was the equivalent of trying to get rid of a disease by applying just a small bit of medicine instead of the recommended dose."

I was wondering why the Lunar wing did nothing when Zillian and I were done with it. I was expecting the same bliss everyone else received instead of pain but we got neither even though the feather was still producing the same amount of light and power. In the end it still made us unconformable when we looked at it.

"So we-? " The words that came from my throat were only a raspy whisper that I would be surprised if anyone had heard.

"Just made things worse... yes "said Mom with a sigh

I bawled like a baby and started to soak Dad's shirt but I couldn't find it within me to give a damn. Why can't I do anything right? Why did I even bother? What was the point when all I did was make things worse! So I was right that one time...I really couldn't do anything to escape the fate that Darkrai had in store for me...

During my despair Mom and Dad tried to cheer me up by saying that I could Skype Zillian whenever I wanted in order to make sure that he was okay and not being horribly experimented on once Zil reached the facility. The facility Zil was going to stay at was going to be under armed guard by both gun and Poke power of Darkrai's type disadvantages. As will I at home until I also get transported to another far away facility in the morning. We will live in those separate facilities until the team of psychic and Cressilia develop the right frequency to fix us.

Meaning Zillian was their only lab rat until I got there.

My parents gave me the number I was supposed to call to talk to Zil and after they made sure I wasn't going to off myself: they finally left me alone in my room. My tears had gone dry at this point.

I didn't destroy and throw shit in a tantrum like Bleu did.

I didn't bawl like a baby.

I didn't plot an escape plan or a search and rescue mission after that.

Instead I searched the cops names that were still investigating the missing girl. The results weren't good at all. Apparently they were some super good cop bad cop duo couple that flew all over the world to solve unsolvable cases. The fact that their Trainer abilities matched their detective abilities made them even more sought out.

They had been propositioned my many TV directors from every genre to act and voice out their character's roles to put them on the big screen. But for some reason they declined every invitation. Which instead of weakening their public image actually strengthened it because that meant they didn't care for fame at all. The couple just wanted to do their job and help people.

Their track record for their cases was perfect; meaning it was only a matter of time before I was found out. Which meant my life was over anyway.

I didn't destroy and throw shit in a tantrum like Bleu did.

I didn't bawl like a baby.

I didn't plot any sort of plan.

Feeling no emotion besides numbness: I just went back to bed even though it was only 8:00 a.m. thinking of stuff to do after I couldn't sleep anymore to kill time until I'll be able to Skype Zil. at 10 p.m.