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*"Good luck Master!" Darkrai finally managed to gently escape the iron grip hug that Bleu had latched on him with before he could make his way through the portal he came into the room in. Disgusting creature. Now I need a bath before the stench sets. Still he did manage to give her a half-hearted wave before the portal closed completely. *

Darkrai looked around the almost pitch black forest he was in and suddenly spotted a wild Stantler buck lapping lazily at the pond nearby. He will do. Darkrai focused on the Stantler for a brief moment before his eyes began to glow a pinkish-purple color after that moment he snapped his fingers.

*Poor Stantler didn't see or feel his end coming before he suddenly imploded into gooey flesh and bone chunks accompanied by a torrent of blood. Most of the torrent of blood came to a standstill in mid air while quickly merging into a large pool; meanwhile the leftovers started to slowly mix with the water in the pond. The pool of blood slowly drifted to Darkrai which he used as one would use a bar of soap or body wash before washing the blood away with water; even whistled a cheery little tune while he worked. Once Darkrai was satisfied he let the pool of water and blood fall to the ground while he pulled the moisture from himself until he was dry. *

"That's better, I should thank the disgusting creature for forcing me to wash since I hadn't had time to for weeks since Father and that blasted wretch kept me so busy that they wouldn't let me. I must have reeked! Darkrai left his mess where it was as he made himself into a large shadowy mass; this mass of shadow bled into the other shadow's of the forest as it launched itself from shadow to shadow toward a large human facility just down the large hill in front of the forest.

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"Guard duty suuuuck's" complained a soldier named Corey, who was leaning against a crate stacked amongst other crates that surround him and his other four companions that weren't listening to a word he said.

The one complaining was a soldier with spiky yellow hair with solid white aviators clipped on the collar of his fatigues, he honestly looked like he was a part of a band rather than a general of the military. If it wasn't for his bright mind of all things that had to do with battling, seemingly endless energy, and legendary skill with any blade and pistol; his child-like disposition would have probably would have been booted from the military a long time ago. Corey's partner: a Joltean standing near his feet nodded her head in agreement with her master before she launched another single pin missile at target pinned at the other end of the 30 yard storage area they were in.

Another bull eye...no surprises there, the Joltean never missed any attack she launched. No matter how fast her target's moved her eye's and reflex's were faster. The only true way of defeating her was outsmart her accuracy and her kitting abilities by staying on top of her and delivering a powerful strike. Too bad almost no one was fast enough to get close enough to catch her in 1 v 1 combat. The Joltean launched another shot but it was blocked by a huge buff soldier that was sent flying into the needle's path by a powerful kick in the stomach from the Machoke he was sparing/wrestling with on the ground.

She missed her target! That realization was enough for the Joltean to puff up her quills in anger while electricity bounced from her form. Her trainer saw this enough times to know things were about to get messy and fast.

The extremely buff in nothing but a pair of pants despite the chill was lying on the ground looking at the quill that had pierced his arm in apparent shock before a mix of fury and a grimace dominated his features. "You...bitch..." growled Malcolm as he stared daggers right back of the little fox who hadn't budged in the her stance in the slightest. The Machoke had came back to his master with one of their sweat towels to stop the bleeding with. After of course he was done pulling the quill stuck in his Master's shoulder. Both of the poor duo were having a rather difficult time with pulling the quill out of the shoulder thanks to their both equally large and beefy sausage fingers. So doctoring the wound was taking way longer then it should have. Was kind of funny to watch them stumble over something so simple and delicate while watching them getting more and more frustrated over it. The other man sitting in the near darkness part of their little corner had seen the buff guy get pissed enough to know this was about to get messy and fast real soon.

That other man; dressed in a military fatigues and wore a dark pair of sunglasses for his sensitivity to light (despite the fact it was pitch black except for the light of the moon and parking lot street lamps provided) The man also had a heavy looking black colored over coat that he wore as consistently as his shades; but for the moment that was draped over his lap underneath his sketch pad that he was using despite the low visibility. That left him just in a black wife beater since the top portion of his uniform lay nearby, unlike the other guy who just seemed to lost anything resembling a shirt.

The man almost got up to break up the fight but that would required moving when he was comfortable and speaking: his two least favorite activities. When people first meet him they usually assume that he was a mute until they hear him answer a question or mutter something to his partner. Speaking of, his partner was a Dragonite who was (for now)the usual color template all Dragonite share. All that was abnormal for the moment was that she still had the same purple eye's of a Dragonair instead of the standard grey; a random defect he had told his superiors' and anyone else who asked.

Cecelia had been hugging and nuzzling him from behind as she watched over the man's head as he worked. They were both simultaneously listening to the man's IPod using a headphone splitter and two sets of expensive-looking over-the-head headphones (custom made for the Dragonite of course) This was activity they had been doing in silence for the past few hours despite the darkness and the man's shades meaning that it was a well loved one of theirs that was right next to battling. The pair seemed to be both enjoying the downtime way too much to break up such a stupid fight.

It's time .

Well there was a voice worth getting up for. Yes Master Blake thought toward the barely felt presence. Cecelia stood up and used one paw to pick up her mate as well as use the other to dust the dirt off of both their behinds. "I take it you heard him too girl?"

"Naaaah Blake ,was going to take a leak and maybe ask the Machoke if he only played hide the meat inside his Trainer's bum." Cecelia yawn and stretched and then walked a few paces forward as if she was going to do just that

"You are such a twat for even thinking of saying that." Blake grumbled as he began to put their things away in the small backpack he brought them in. The other's were too with their petty augment to notice the silent pair had stopped pretending to be statues nor did they notice when Blake slowly peel off the sunglasses that were glued to his face; the glue being a necessity since human's were way to curious for their own good.

"Pfft just teasing. Was wondering if you get jealous. Besides did you not see the wood those two were sporting as they 'wrestled'? Those two would probably scream and hide if I so much as flash them my women parts " True it was crystal clear even to Blake which team those two swung for. As she spoke Cecelia licked the dirt and glue from Blake's face " Insult you were looking for was smart ass. Other don't work because I do have one of those" another nuzzle " as you know my lil twit." Charming isn't she?

Still Blake loved her enough that he would kill any human/Pokémon alike just for looking at her wrong.

Then again he killed just about anyone for the weakest of reasons.

Ever since he was young Blake couldn't really hide the part of him that enjoyed killing things, it was so much of a problem he decided to join the military despite having no interest in his country. But those kills were like nicotine gum was to a chain smoker: not fulfilling in the least . With no emotional link between the killer and victim there was no satisfaction for Blake; meaning those kills meant nothing. Just another tally to the stats of the battlefield which was just as depressing no matter how much 'good' he was told that he done for his (military) kill count.

That was before Darkrai came into their lives. With Darkrai he can be happy AND have a purpose: a win-win in his book. Not only that but the Dark Master was kind enough to teach Blake Poke tongue. Sure it was all in the name of the game that they all dedicated their lives towards; but it was still the greatest gift Darkrai had unknowingly gave the man...well two actually because Darkrai also gave Blake a emotion he hadn't really felt before until about a day or two after that: Love.

It was because of those two gifts that Blake and Cecelia owed Darkrai a debt that couldn't ever be repaid; Darkrai being who he was took full advantage of this. Cecelia and Blake didn't mind one bit. Hell they welcomed it even! They were happy with just being together; the killing and destruction they caused in their wake was just an added bonus to them.

Blake slowly opened his eyes to reveal to the world why they had to be hidden behind the shades constantly for months. Well excluding the fact when his skin became too itchy from the glue and dirt and he had to clean them to escape the possibility of a rash of course, but even than that was behind private open spaces or locked doors. He didn't lie to his superiors or the people that were his 'friends' or to the people that just got curious enough to ask: he did have a real bad sensitivity to light but that was only certain kinds of light and even then it was only until his eyes adjusted. The real reason he hid them was because everything about his eyes were a perfect match to Darkrai's.

The mark of a Dark One.

Hurry up you two we don't have all night.

"Fine...Jeez can't a guy have a little time for some dramatic build up while he rips off the mask he had been wearing for months on end for this one moment?"

No. there isn't time for that! The others will start soon in a few seconds! Once they do you'll lose your moment of-

Explosions began to shake the facility; many alarms and sirens were going haywire and the place was going on lockdown.

_ -opportunity... _

Blake started to grin, feeling her partner's elation Cecelia began to laugh so hard that it brought tears to her eyes "You did that on purpose you bastard!" she continued to laugh as a shadow in the shape of a katana spawned in Blake's hand. Hearing the laughter and maybe even sensing impending doom the people he once called allies stopped their petty scrabbling on 'whether or not to leave their post to help defend the building' long enough to glance towards his direction.

Once the duped soldiers immediately began to scrambled for their choice of weaponry as the Pokémon stepped in front of their human partners defensively to cover them as they did so. Fools that they were, his 'friend's' ignored the purple and black aura surrounding the human and dragon and to tried to talk to them into to trying to fight whatever possession he wasn't under. But they no longer mattered. All that mattered was the mission, spilling blood and guts, and what he shouted at the top of his lungs to his mate as he launched himself at the Joltean, eating the short distance between them faster than even she could react "OF COUSE CECELIA YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I THAT A PREY CAUGHT OF GUARD ISN'T AS FUN TO KILL!" another blink and the dark blade was held over Blake's head in an obvious intent to cut the fox in two.

Move!Move!MOVE! the fox's mind shouted at her body before it finally did as instructed and dived forward between Blake's leg's; just barely avoiding Blake's swing as it came crashing down so fast that it made a sonic boom that hurt the fox's ear's. Way too fast for even her eye could follow. The blow also held enough force and momentum to crack the pavement in a spider web like pattern about feet in diameter; Yet the dark blade didn't shatter when it hit the ground like a normal blade most definitely would have.

"HAHA fast little fucker aren't ya! You'll be fun to play with unlike this bozo!" Another blink and Corey's head was cut cleanly from his torso without a sound other than a wet thump as it fell to the ground where it went rolling a tiny distance away from the torso that after another second of a delay also fell to the pavement with a heavy thud. The Joltean let out a shriek that sounded like she was the one that got struck. The fox screamed for help but the other two had their own problems.

The muscle headed duo were too busy not trying to get blasted by the barrage of dark purple Ice Beams the Cecelia was firing right after another at them. Every time they got close enough to counter attack she would suddenly fly straight at them with a Dragon Claw primed forcing them to duck out of the way and allow her to pass. After the dragon came to a complete stop the endless barrage of Ice Beams would immediately start once again. It was an endless cycle of to see who would tire first or slip up. Cecelia was completely different now, it was as if she shed her skin (a glance that she couldn't spare would have told the Joltean that Cecelia in fact did do this) because what the Joltean was looking at now was a dark and twisted version of the sweet and docile Dragonite she knew before. Even looked different appearance wise with the solid black scales where the gold used to be and a dark crimson color for the scales on her under belly. In fact the only thing that told the Joltean that she wasn't looking at a completely different Dragonite was the fact Cecelia still kept her Dragonair eyes. Speaking of; from what the Joltean could see despite the distance and rapid quick movements was those eyes were consumed with an insane sort of elation.

"Oh foooxy your fight is with me remember?" said a deep, gentle rumble about as warm as subzero temperatures.

Crap. Thought the Joltean as dove to the side this time to once again narrowly dodge another slash of a sword made by her equally insane opponent.

Despite the crazy life and death situation that came from nowhere one thought kept popping up over and over in her head until she had no choice but to voice it or risk losing her concentration of the battle. A battle that due to the death of her partner she was already was rapidly losing will to fight in... until that is one word began to play over and over from within her mind in a scream: Revenge. Still she couldn't go on without knowing one thing. With tears gushing from her eyes like a faucet the fox shouted "Why! Why are you doing this!" For his reply Blake chose to let loose a wildly joyous laugh as he primed another strike.

The fox better be prepared because Blake didn't intend to miss from here on out.

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Meanwhile Darkrai was slowly and casually making his way through the facility that was structurally designed to keep him out. Cressilia did a very impressive job building this little side project with the neutral humans and the few Light ones that commanded those useless eyesores. Darkrai had to wonder where the wench found the time during the couple of months to oversee the project while chasing after him night after night. Most likely during the small period of the day that he slept during. Still it was very flawed since all he had to do was climb though the holes that his undercover servants were kind enough to leave for him on their way to bring the mayhem and chaos to the people indoors. It was also thanks to them that every time there was a barrier (a locked door that required a certain key card for example) was immediately opened by another servant of darkness before they dived right back in to the mess they were causing. It was thanks to this Darkrai was able to keep his casual pace when dancing shadow to shadow towards his destination without fear of running out of time. Meanwhile humans and Pokémon fled in terror and panic all around him that for once in his lengthy existence wasn't away from him.

*That realization made him grumpy...and a little hungry. *

But Darkrai persevered and ignored the banquet before him as he inched closer and closer to the center of the facility. His stealth was key after all and the reason for this over the top distraction had just for one sole purpose: to rescue Zillian from the clutches of Cressilia before she can find the frequency that would dispel the darkness from his pawns, Which of course would ruin everything!

Finally the last barricade was cleared and he stepped into a large room that held his charge...Along with a massive surprise party full of humans with guns trained on him and many high Pokémon that had a type advantage over him. Leading them like mother hen was his favorite bird. Immediately the door slammed shut behind him and he heard the click of a electronic lock locking and dead bolting the heavy metal door in place.

Darkrai seemed to be in one hell of a pickle

Darkrai wasn't one bit surprised though, he didn't try to retreat though a portal or even deal with the threat immediately; instead just put one hand over his hip while holding up a hand and making his wrist go limp as he said in his best lisp "Ooooh daaarling you really shouldn't have! A surprise party just for me!? Oh poo I just knew I should have wore my best cloak and had my hair done before I came" Cressilia's expression was blank as she didn't even react in the slightest to Darkrai's taunt. Instead just said one word in a nice calm normal voice that still kind of echoed in the large and silent room:

"Fire"

The spot Darkrai stood was immediately bombarded with many Pokémon moves, bullets, and flash bangs each powerful enough to light capable enough to light a whole football stadium for ten seconds. No one without powerful sunglasses and heat vision would be able to see past the smoke cloud and heavy light that consumed every space inside the room, the only sounds that could be heard were explosions and gunfire. Still Cressilia was still able to see clear enough to slowly float to a table close-by that held a remote with a red switch, the noises reached the tip of its crescendo before finally ceasing which meant that everyone ran out of energy/ammo. Cressilia then immediately flipped the switch with her beck and immediately a really thick plexiglass wall came from the ceiling to cut off that whole side of the room from them, the wall barely touched the floor and clicked in place when the C4 charges and many other explosives underneath that portion of flooring were set off. This caused a major earthquake that sent anyone not airborne to the floor on their asses. Once the aftershocks passed and derbies stopped clunking against the walls only then was the plexiglass wall slowly lifted up and air vents flipped open which sucked away the smoke and dust away like a vacuum.

A deep crater was all that remained on that side of the room. There was large creek and screech of complaining of metal before even heavily reinforced metal door snapped off its hinges from the abuse and tumbled into the large crater. There was a heavy silence in the room before a male voice shouted:

"We got him!" they let out a celebratory cheer that was quickly followed by everyone but Cressilia who was searching the abyss sized crater for any signs of Darkrai.

*A slow clapping was heard behind them "Bravo! Bravo! What an amazing light show my dear! Tell me, how much fireworks/explosive did you use?" Everyone turned around to see Darkrai with not a scratch on him just sitting on the table lazily that held the table that held the Ratatta's Poke ball. *

*"A few tons worth" mumbled Cressilia as another soldier stared slack jaw between the two and yelled "a few! Try at least fifty to sixty tons!" *

The legendaries ignored him.

Cressilia then said as calmly as if commenting on the weather "The walls and floors of this facility are constructed of glass: a surface you and I both can't make portals on because it just bounces off the energy instead of cutting a hole in space. The reinforced metal is also immune to dark and ghost type attacks. So how in the name of Mew did you manage to escape out of that one" Darkrai laughed a cold amused laugh that sent shivers though everyone's spine except Cressilia's. He held up one finger "One word...Father."

Cressilia sighed and mumbled to herself "Of course the glass and metal wouldn't stop a god that is part Dragon from making a portal. Miscalculated again." Darkrai chuckled before saying "Just slightly. Nice attempt though lil sis." Cressilia's expression became livid "I told you a thousand times never to call me that especially with an audience!" Cressilia launched herself at Darkrai with a psychic blades primed to cut him into ribbons!

The distance between them was small but Darkrai still had enough time to roll an eye and yawn as he just sat in his spot before another portal opened up in front of him that Cressilia couldn't stop from falling and being swallowed up by thanks to her momentum. Everyone heard her scream in rage and frustration just before the portal closed behind her.

The room was silent for a moment as Darkrai picked up the lone Poke ball on the table before Darkrai slowly turned to the mass of defenseless mortal's and said "Worst. surprise. party. ever. Not only is there is no cake, party favors, fun games, and only one gift. I'm still stuck with cleaning up her mess! Ah well at least I know a few moves that will have this mess cleaned up in a jiffy" Darkrai held his hands above his head and suddenly a massive crimson ball of darkness spawned above his head in-between both this outstretched hands, with it spawned multiple smaller balls that separated from the larger one and slowly started to gather around Darkrai's body until there was one for each person. "I call this one Dark Void, I do hope you enjoy this move since it's a favorite of mine."

*Men that were heavily trained soldiers threw down their useless weapons and began to panic and scream like little girls as they ran towards the exit that was blocked off by a huge abyss. Without Cressilia around there was nothing to block the aura the spawns fear and terror into the hearts of man and Pokémon alike; the men that had no way to prepare for the strength of Darkrai's heavy aura were reduced to a terrified child mindset . The Pokémon however did at least tried to muster the energy to change their fate but were just too exhausted to move; silent tears ran down their faces simultaneously: a sign they all gradually accepted their fate. *

*Too drunk on the banquet of terror he had caused and the precious moments of ecstasy he felt while playing with his prey;Darkrai found himself pausing a few moments before catching himself and finally launching the small balls at his opponents, When the small balls hit their designated targets a pink crimson bubble forms around them before that color faded away into a dark crimson. Once the sphere disappears the target forcefully falls asleep. *

"Now to gather up the mess-" Darkrai grunts as he uses a psychic attack to gather the large mass of dead weight into one large neat pile"-so it can be swept into the trash." Darkrai unleashed a Dark pulse that sent everyone in the neat pile into the large abyss that Cressilia was kind enough to make for him. "Phew. glad I put them to sleep before doing that. Would have taken a lot more energy and time to do that with all the squirming they would have done, which would have been bad since I only have less than a few minutes until that wench comes back. To bad I didn't get to play with them some more.. Ah well at least they have their nightmares to keep them entertained during that long fall"

Darkrai then takes out the Zillian's ball from his pocket as he floated slowly across the chasm. "Hmm its locked and I don't have the key to get in. Can't force it open without killing the small fry that lies within...what to do? what to do?" Darkrai contemplated this while he snuck away from the facility that was still under siege. Once outside Darkrai opened a portal and stepped though into his own safe and private space then began to stare at the ball for a moment before beginning to fiddle with the electronic lock placed on it controls for another few more seconds before giving up with a he shrug and muttering "Guess you're gonna have to force yourself out of there huh?" he waited a few moments before clearing his throat and saying a little louder this time "Hey! I know you can hear me. You have to break yourself out of there" Darkrai projected his mind on the miniature presence that lay within the ball so he would be able to hear its answer.

"Can't...too weak....too tired...too hungry...lock too strong anyway." Tried to break out after first...test? Judging from its words and injuries the poor thing was tortured and starved the whole time it was in that wench's care. Hell Darkrai barely even felt his life force from within the ball.

*Darkrai rolled his eye as he cut the connection so he could think without distractions. *

And they call me the bad guy... Cressilia shows no mercy when she has one of my servant's in her talons, The only reason he is even alive is because he needs to be for them to run their test on him. Still that wench has crossed the line this time! Sure I do the same thing if not worse to my prisoners but at least I feed them...kinda.

Darkrai contemplated their options but could only find one. It was risky to place all of his hope on the love the mouse felt for the boy but he couldn't find an alternative without killing the mouse which would be counterproductive seeing as how he put so much time and effort into him. Besides Darkrai was going to do this alternative anyway seeing as how it was necessary to break down the barrier between the boy's and mouse's light and darkness. The only thing in that Cressilia's foolish attempt accomplished was nothing since Darkrai was planning on slapping on a lock he had on hand after he gotten his charge back anyway.

But the mouse didn't need to know that now did he?

"Listen to me and listen to me good mouse. You have to find some way to get out of the ball. Your boy is in trouble and you're the only one that can save him which was why I came to get you myself"

That immediately gave the rat a second wind, the ball was bouncing all over the place in Darkrai's hand as he squeaked "What happened! and why don't you do something!?-" and about a million other questions that Darkrai was too busy trying to keep the ball from floating into the void where not even he could find it. "Stop thrashing and I'll show you!"he growled. His patience was wearing thin.

Darkrai sent mental images of what was happening in the boy's home to the mouse; the more he showed him the more the more fiercer and quicker the rat's assault on his prison became "NONONONONONONONO! This was taken care of before Zil's kidnap so why Bleu snap now?!" Darkrai chuckled "I may have helped with that just a little"

*"WHAT!" Darkrai shrugged and replied with a tone so casual it sound almost bored "I've been busy trying to turn you both into my pawns remember? You were the one that chose to get himself mousenapped at the wrong time" Perfect time but details weren't important at the moment. "Why can't you help him!" Darkrai sighed *

"Because a higher power won't let me? Because it's the boy's destiny? because it's all a part of my evil plan to turn you both into Dark Ones? Oppsie did I really allow the last one slip" the mouse growled in fury as Darkrai chuckled a bit at his charge before saying "Does it matter? It's not my problem as long as the disgusting thing doesn't kill him; which she won't do because I ordered her not too, State of mind is still in danger though with all the torture that will be happening and everything"

The ball had stopped shaking for the moment as the rat processed this, Moments later the mouse said "Take Zil home you bastard..."

"Why? You can't do any-"

"JUST FUCKING DO IT"

Touchy and a little rude but he receives points for bravery; maybe he wasn't a timid little needy crybaby like Darkrai thought he was "I can grant that wish," Darkrai replied as he opened a new portal right into the boy's room where the sight and smell shocked him speechless as if someone had slapped him.

Not even he expected this.