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What Lies at the Core	By : Twill Category: Pokemon > General Views: 6203 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He walked with Rel down the lamp lit streets, his companion with a cheerful spring in her step. The meal they shared had been one of the best he'd eaten in his life, especially considering he couldn't name half of the things that were served. Rel admitted reluctantly that it was absurdly expensive, but assured him that since she would no longer be needing Unovan money, it was well worth the cost. Rel lead him to a bench and sat down with a long sigh, he joined her.

“I'm going to miss it here,” Rel said smiling out at the towering buildings that surrounded them, lights illuminating the city almost as if it were still daylight. The streets still busy, even at this hour.

“You don't have to come with me you know. As much help as you'd be to my work, if you don't want to go-”

“Don't be silly,” she said cutting him off. “I'm excited to go, it's just, saying goodby to everyone today. Thank you for letting me have the chance to do that.” She smiled warmly at him.

“Don't mention it. I do have a question though, it was something your friend Seon said yesterday that made me think. What do Unovans think of the regions like Hoenn?” He asked, meeting her now apprehensive gaze.

“Oh I hope he didn't give you any trouble,” she said quickly, “I'm sure he didn't mean to be rude or anything.”

“No I didn't mean it like that, he just seemed like I'd need to protect you, like you would be in danger, and said I'd know all about it.” Rel looked pensive for a moment.

“It's not that we look down on the other regions, and you're a very smart person, I've heard you talking with our scientists, and you pick things up without a problem. But you have to remember that it's very different here, especially for pokemon. Sometimes, some people, tend to think that you're countries are a little barbaric,” she said, trying to both skirt around the issue and tell him the truth at the same time.

“It's hard, just imagining how vastly different our nations are. Not many people here even get the chance to hear about anyone from the other countries, so most of our exposure to you is from an academic perspective. Try not to hold it against them.” Her eyes looked up at him with an unspoken apology.

“No I get it,” he said, “I never really thought of it like that. I guess it is kind of barbaric, seeing how differently we treat pokemon back in my home as compared to here.” It actually had been making him uneasy ever since arriving. He didn't even have the slightest idea of what the pokemon back in his country thought about their treatment.

“Is that supposed to be one of the things I'm supposed to change when I get back to Hoenn?” He asked, and was surprised at Rel's reaction. She tried to hide it, but he noticed the quick widening of her eyes, her arms tensing.

“No, nothing like that,” Rel said, quickly recovering. “There's a difference between the pokemon you know of in your homeland and those of us who live here. Hundreds of years ago, Mewtwo fled to Unova, and was the driving force that lead to this land's revolution and prosperity. Mewtwo is special, and not just for his incredible brilliance and psychic powers.

“Maybe someday Hoenn can have a revolution of its own, but your task is only to help smooth a possible transition, not be the catalyst for it. Hoenn isn't ready. I wish I could tell you more, but please, forget I mentioned it, and don't worry about the pokemon in your homeland. Their time will come, just focus on making things better for your people and everything will work itself out in the end.” He sighed, still with the secrecy.

“Will you ever be able to tell me more, instead of giving me the run around?” He asked. “We're going to spend the next few years working together, tell me this isn't how it's going to be.” Rel smiled up at him mischievously, the red facial markings looking sinister.

“I know it's frustrating, but truly it's better off for everyone. Maybe someday I can tell you more if I feel you're ready. Unova, and I agree with the council's decision, wants to be careful this time. We've tried to help out in the past, and it hasn't always had a positive outcome. We just want what's best for everyone.” No matter what she said, or how friendly she was, he had to remember that first and foremost, Rel was a diplomat.

“Well should we head back then? I'm sure we're going to be packed up and shipped off bright and early tomorrow.” Rel jumped up out of her seat, but he followed a little more slowly.

“I'm sure you're right,” she said, some of her excitability returning. The walk back to his hotel was quick and uneventful. As they arrived, he said goodnight to his Zoroark companion and headed up to his rooms for what would be the last time. His stay in Unova coming quickly to an end.

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“Goodbye Professor Freyd, I'm glad you were able to stay with us, even for just a short while,” Mewtwo told the human he was entrusting Rel to, watching as they prepared to board their boat back to Hoenn.

“I'm very grateful to be given the opportunity,” Professor Freyd replied, bowing his head respectfully. “I only wish it could have been longer.”

“Unfortunately there is only so much that we can offer you, the rest is up to what you are able to do with the information you've been provided.” He spoke with his telepathy, his words being delivered directly into the human's mind.

“I will do my best,” the professor said, and Mewtwo trusted the man. He had been searching for a long time to try and restart the initiative to aid the non Core nations. After his last failure though, the other Core members, as well as both Unova councils, were reluctant to support him. While he all but ran Unova despite what the councils believed, the other Core nations combined still held more power than even he did.

He was getting too old for this though. It must be getting close to a millennium since the chaos of his creation. Sometimes he wondered why he continued to lead them, but there was no one else. So he forced himself to carry on, being fought by the petty squabbling and posturing. Those that had been around during his time of greatness were all long dead. Now both human and pokemon alike were more than ready to try and usurp him, finding his position antiquated. Too old.

“You remember the agreements we made correct?” He asked, trying his best to impart the gravity behind the terms the human had agreed to.

“Yes, sir,” Professor Freyd replied.

“Good, and ensure that you take care of Rel for us. She is making a great personal sacrifice to aid both of our nations, never forget that.” The human nodded humbly. “Then you best be going, you both have a great deal ahead of you.”

He extended his hand to Professor Freyd, who shook it slowly. He turned to Rel offering his hand, but she instead hugged him tightly. Mewtwo smiled down at one of the few people he had trusted in a long time, her earnest sincerity making it seem like yesterday when he first took her under his guidance. She was like a daughter to him.

“I'm going to miss you,” she said, arms wrapped tightly around him.

“So much for a dignified exit,” he chuckled and returned the hug warmly. If there had been anyone else he could have sent away to watch over the human, he would have. But finding someone both willing to work with the other regions, and that would be a good fit for the position, well he knew of no one better suited for the task.

“Dignity is overrated,” she said, grinning upwards as she released him from the embrace. “Especially since I'm never going to see you again.”

“Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be back here some day. Just take care of yourself, and you know that your life comes before the human's. If it comes down to it,” he let his words trail off, but she knew the possibilities as well as what her duties were. Rel looked at him, her rare, serious side showing briefly, the laughter gone.

“He's a good person, I won't let anything happen to either of us.” Mewtwo smiled at her confidence.

“I know you won't. Until next time,” Mewtwo said as he watched the two board the ship that would take them away from Unova, back to Hoenn. It was rare for anyone to leave any of the Core nations, and Rel would be the first to emigrate from Unova in some six or seven years. It had taken a lot of convincing for both the Unovan councils, as well as the Core Assembly, to agree to this. He hoped it was worth it. Once the ship had left, he had no further reason to stay, and made his way off the premise of the farcical port town.

While it was just a mock up to be presented when trading with the non Core nations, it was still one of the most heavily secured areas in the country. Even he could not teleport within its proximity. He left, not looking forward to the rest of the day where he'd likely be dealing with people who wanted favors of their own for suffering through his insistence at this endeavor.

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Rel laughed into the breeze as the deck of the large trading ship carried them away, leaving Unova a fading mark on the watery horizon. She stood next to the professor who kept insisting that she call him Eric; she supposed it would be more convenient since they were now technically partners. Eric, she thought, making a mental note, seemed much less enthused to be on the boat than she was.

“Miss it already?” She asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah I guess so, I feel like there's so much more I should have done while I was there, it was such an incredible opportunity. But at the moment I guess it's more of just being on this boat, I've never been a fan of the ocean or anything in it,” he said looking uneasily away from the churning waters below them.

“Really? I've never been on a boat before, I think it's neat,” she said smiling widely up at him. He did look kind of ill. “Did you want to go inside?”

“No, if you're enjoying it out here I don't mind staying.” She gave him a disparaging look and began pushing him towards the hatch leading below deck.

“Not if you're going to be sick off the side. Come on, maybe we can look for something to eat below deck.” He grunted noncommittally at her words but let himself be lead below. She found the mess hall after a few minutes of searching and got one of the crewman to bring them some food. She ate it hungrily though Eric only pushed his meal around.

“So did you spend the day with your family yesterday?” Eric said to her, seeming to try and focus on anything but the rolling ship or the food in front of him.

“Briefly,” she said, picking at a few of the crumbs that were left of her meal. “I don't really have much family, I spent it mostly with Seon and his. And I was with Mewtwo for a while.” She began to spin her plate in a slow circle on the table.

“Oh I'm sorry,” Eric said penitently. “Did you know Mewtwo well? He was a rather intimidating figure.”

She laughed. “He might seem intense but he's a really nice person, and he tries to help anyone he can. I met him during my time in the academy, and he seemed to take a liking to me. He's helped me get where I am now. Mewtwo was kind of my father figure growing up.” She hadn't wanted to dampen the mood though and tried to change the subject. “What about you, what's your family like?”

“Oh, they weren't around much when I was a kid, so I spent most of my time studying or tinkering with whatever I found laying around the house. My parents were well off though, so I was more than taken care of. It's probably what lead me to where I am now, so I guess I really can't complain. We're still on good terms,” he finished still not looking up from his plate. So much for that, she thought, letting the silence hang for a bit. Eric really wasn't looking well.

“I think I'm going to lie down for a bit.” He said finally, getting up and lurching out of the mess hall.

“Let me know if you need anything,” she called to his back, and watched as he rounded the corner, waving in response to her offer before walking out of sight. Once he was gone she grabbed his untouched sandwich and headed up to spend some more time on the ship's deck.

When she reached the top deck, she made her way to the bow and sat down to look out over the water. She had never really seen a boat this size before. It seemed like such an ancient way to transport things. But despite it's slow movement speeds, it was still one of the cheapest ways to move large amounts of goods, especially to non Core nations.

Even at the front, the ship was rather stable in the calm waters, and she enjoyed the gentle rise and fall as she gazed out into the endless expanse of ocean before her. It would take almost an entire week to reach Hoenn at the speed their ship cruised at, and that was if the good weather lasted. Still, while it might not be the most exciting, it was a new experience. She just hoped Eric didn't stay locked up in his room the entire time.

She wrapped her arms around one of the bars holding up the railing, and looked down to where the waves crashed against the hull of the ship as it cut through the ocean, the salt air stinging her sensitive nose. What would she do once they reached Hoenn? Eric had said that she could have all the free time she wanted, but that was no fun. As much as spending a day every now and then relaxing was nice, she was never one to sit around for long.

Back in Unova, before the decision for her to be sent with Eric, Mewtwo had been grooming her to be a diplomat. In fifteen, maybe twenty years she might have even been on the Pokemon Council, maybe even Core Assembly someday. Now it was more likely she'd be forgotten in the winds of time. That didn't bother her though, she had never sought fame or power like some of the others Mewtwo had said ran for council positions.

Still, she couldn't just let herself waste away idling around Eric's labs. The sciences had never really appealed to her greatly; she had all of the general training at the academy, but nothing advanced. Maybe she could give it a try now that she'd be working closely with Eric. Or maybe he had already come up with some things for her to do? When he was feeling better she'd ask him.

Until then there was nothing else to do but wait. Sailors would walk by every now and then but none of them paid her any mind. The crew, as far as she knew, were all Unovan, so she would be nothing out of the ordinary to them. She was getting antsy, and it was only just the first day. She hoped Eric would come back soon so at least someone would talk with her.

As the day wore on, and with no sign of her new friend, she went in search of him. Unfortunately when she knocked on his door, she was only answered by a groan and a sickly whimper. Deciding to leave him alone she went off in search of her own room. That didn't take long either though, and she threw herself onto the small bed, sighing loudly.

It was much more boring being on a ship than she had expected. She had brought her library with her from Unova, but there was only so much time she could spend reading. Shadows danced around the interior as she thought, formless globs of darkness conjured by her illusion powers. Eric said she could try training with her powers had she wanted.

It had always been a dream to be able to weave illusions like the illusory performers, but it was in the same way she regarded good musicians. Having such skill would be great, but she wasn't necessarily willing to put in the thousands of hours of practicing it took to master such an ability. Besides, practicing making illusions was a particularly frustrating use of time, but then again that's all she had. With nothing else to do she removed her computer from her pack and began to read.

The following days passed slowly, oh so very slowly. On the morning of the fourth day she decided to have breakfast early and headed towards the mess hall. On her way though, she was pleasantly surprised to find Eric staggering out of his room.

“Eric!” She called out and ran down the hall to him.

“Oh hello Rel,” he said turning slowly, “how are you this morning.” His voice was hoarse and and lethargic.

“Better than you look,” she replied grimacing, he still didn't look well. On top of that, it looked like he hadn't showered in the past few days either, his clothing wrinkled from being slept in.

“That bad huh? It takes me a while to get used to the rocking, I should be okay now though. Hopefully. I was going to grab something to eat but I guess I'll clean myself up a bit first, meet me in the mess hall in, twenty minutes?” He asked.

“Probably a good idea,” she smiled teasingly, “I'll meet you then.” They parted ways and with a few minutes to kill, she decided to head above deck and investigate the sunrise.

As she poked her head above deck though, she realized it was actually a bit later than she thought. The sun was well over the horizon, and shone brightly through the cloudless sky. It was going to be a beautiful day. She smiled as she walked through the warm sun to her favorite spot at the front of the ship.

She was glad that Eric was feeling better, the past few days were maddening with no one to talk with and nothing to do. She had tried talking with a few of the sailors that visited the mess hall, but they all seemed busy and none had stayed for long. For a few moments she just sat, letting the cool salt air ruffle her fur, her crimson mane rustling behind her.

After spending most of her life in the city, the fresh air was nice. Unova didn't have much of a pollution problem, and the air was generally pretty clean, but it did have a stuffy quality. Nothing like the open fields she had been born in. After a few more minutes she decided to head back below deck and meet up with Eric.

“So, all better?” she asked as Eric joined her table with quite a lot of food on his tray.

“Not really, but well enough I guess,” he replied, still sounding weary. While he had cleaned up a bit, his face was still covered in stubble, and his hair most certainly hadn't seen a comb.

“Well, we're still scheduled to make land by noon the day after tomorrow,” she said brightly, hoping to cheer him up.

“Not soon enough,” he groaned, though he tore into his food. “I feel like I haven't eaten in ages.”

“I offered to bring you something when I came by.” She said, taking a bite of her own meal.

“It would have done just as much good if you'd just tossed it off the ship,” he grimaced in response. “Since when did you take to wearing jewelery?” He pointed to her wrist and she laughed.

“It's a computer, not a bracelet. I've been reading since you've left me alone, I forgot to take it off I guess,” unable to keep from smiling at the look he gave her.

“My sincerest apologies for inconveniencing you,” he muttered. “Isn't your computer missing a few things, like a screen? Or keyboard? Actually now that I think about it I saw a lot of devices similar to that during my stay. Don't tell me you all get brain implants to use those things.”

“I always thought cybernetics were a little unnecessary just to use my computer,” she teased. She knew she really shouldn't but he was so serious all the time. Of course most humans and some pokemon did get enhancements to interface with Unovan technology, but her dark type abilities allowed her to forgo such necessities. She didn't clarify though as it would just lead to another conversation she'd have to dance around.

Eric studied her as if trying to detect whether she was being honest or not but soon went back to his food listlessly.

“Oh I'm sorry, I don't mean to hold information over you, but you know I can't talk about certain things.” She looked at him worriedly, she really hadn't meant to insult him.

“I'm just tired,” he grumbled slouching in his seat, slowly shoveling food into his mouth.

“I know, how about I show you the human form they assigned me to blend in if I need to?” And she quickly concentrated, assuming the illusion of her human identity. Eric began to look up and his eyes went wide as he saw her.

“Wow, you can take the form of people?” His back straightened as he peered at her with interest. She blushed slightly under his intense scrutiny, though luckily she could make it not reflect in the illusion.

“Of course, I can make myself look however I want. Back in Unova it's considered extremely rude to take the form of others appearances, and ins some situations it's illegal. The government can issues a license to our kind though, and give us a computer generated composite of someone we are allowed to imitate so that we won't look like anyone who really exists.” She was about average height and weight with shoulder length brown hair.

“I see,” he said slowly. “It's just an illusion though right? You can't really change yourself, even dittos can't turn into humans.”

“Nope, just an illusion,” she replied tapping the back of his hand lightly and letting him feel her claw through the illusion.

“Humans don't have violet eyes though.” He stated and she quickly changed it to the green her illusion was supposed to have, smiling at him.

“I know, this was the color given to me, but among my kind, violet coloring is called 'the eyes of Palkia'. It just a silly superstition of course, but it's said to be good luck and mean great talent with illusion, after Palkia's mastery of space. As you can see from me I have no particular talent, but it's still quite a rare occurrence. I've always liked my eyes.”

“It is a nice color,” he said and turned back to his meal as she let her illusion go, smiling at his comment. With Eric back to entertain her, despite his less than energetic state, time seemed to pass almost bearably during the remainder of their journey. They discussed Eric's plans once he returned to his lab, and what he was most excited to start working on, as well as what her role would be in the upcoming months.

Rel's eyes lit up once land was finally in sight and she waited eagerly by the door as the ship floated into port. The novelty of the vessel had worn off days ago, and the anticipation of seeing a city from the past, waiting just outside, was killing her.

“You may want to change into your human form as we leave the ship,” Eric called to her as he finished grabbing a few last things from his room, throwing them into a bag. She all but bounced with excitement as she waited for him to finish. How had he not already done this, we've had days.

“If you wanted to see my human identity you could just ask,” she teased. “Are you almost ready? I really want to see – what was this place again?”

“Lilycove City,” he answered, shooting her a patronizing look and straightening up from his final search, heading out of the room where she was waiting for him. “And it's just so you don't cause a scene, you said yourself that you didn't want any undue attention.” She only smiled at him and wrapped herself in the illusion.

They made their way to the exit as a pair of sailors graciously helped them with their luggage, and Rel stepped out for the first time on non Unovan soil. Large cranes began to move into position to begin unloading the cargo their ship had contained as Rel looked around in amazement. The air was a mix of fresh salt air and the thick, unpleasant odor of smog. She noticed Rob looking at her out of the corner of her eye but she didn't care, everything around her was so, old.

It was like opening a history book to the very beginning and looking at pictures of archaic machinery and urban design, except it was all real and bustling about her.

“This is incredible,” she uttered, trying to take it all in.

“I would have gone with ordinary after the trip I just came back from, but to each their own I suppose,” Eric said in a melancholic tone. “Shall we get going?” He asked and ushered her forward to where an odd boxy machine was waiting for them.

“We aren't getting in that thing are we?” she asked, her voice tightening as she examined the machine that looked conspicuously like a car. One that would be driven by a person.

“Unless you want to walk all the way back to my labs,” Eric said beginning to load their luggage into the rear compartment of the car, the man who was sitting in the front getting out to assist. When their luggage was secured, Eric got into the back seat, leaving her staring at the death trap along with the other human who she supposed would be driving them. Steeling herself she entered the car as well, taking a seat on the other side from Eric.

“This, this is just you showing off your antiques for me right? We aren't actually going to travel in this are we?” She could feel her palms beginning to sweat, her skin clammy beneath her thick fur.

“Of course, we don't have anything like the rapid transport system in Castelia or the mag tunnels that connect your cities.”

“But, cars were made illegal for a reason, they aren't safe. Do you know how many people died in these things? Not pleasantly either, being trapped in a twisted wreck, burning to death.” She was babbling, she knew, but she couldn't help it.

“It's a necessary risk we take, with no other means to get anywhere quickly.” He intoned sagely. “You might want to buckle up,” he instructed, pulling the harness at his side around him and locking it in.

“Haha,” she laughed, her voice cracking. “But seriously, it was a nice demonstration but if we could maybe get going or just get out of the car-” Her eyes searched wildly for another vehicle or something.

“I am serious, it greatly improves your chances of surviving in the event of a crash,” he spoke to her in a serene voice.

“Eric this isn't funny,” she said, finally unable to maintain her charade of calm any longer, and scrambling to get the harness around her correctly. What was less funny was the car lurching into motion. “Eric if you just stop the car now I can show you how to set up a rudimentary rapid transport system, it's not as hard as it seems just give me a few days and I can have something up and running we don't have to risk our lives over this if we just wait a day or two.” Words rushed from her mouth as she gripped one of Eric's arms tightly in her fist.

“I'm sure it would be easier to show me once we get to my lab, it's only about half a day's ride, and it's mostly highway so we'll be driving fast,” he said smiling as he turned towards her. Her grip tightened at his words and his smile faltered a little at seeing her unbridled fear.

“I'm sorry I didn't realize you were that afraid of our modes of transportation. I guess it was a little payback for all of the secrets, but cars are actually very safe, I've traveled in them plenty of times and never had any problems.” He stroked the fur of her arm which she was using to cling to him. Her heart was racing as she stared unblinkingly. Cars and buildings passed them by in a blur, their tiny box of plastic and cheap alloys barreling along, just waiting to crumple into a blazing wreckage.

A click from her right caught her attention and she peeled her eyes off the road just long enough to glance over at Eric. He had released his safety harness and slid over to her on the seat, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“It's going to be fine,” he cooed, pulling her to his side and running his hand over her shoulder.

“If we crash you're going to be thrown from the car, you should put your-” she choked out but he hushed her.

“I told you, it's going to be okay, just breath and try to relax a little.” She tried to relax, she tried to breathe, but all she could do was think about the ancient machine that was powered by barely controlled explosions. Children's toys were made out of more sturdy materials than what comprised this insane device. And the road wasn't even a closed system, an oncoming car could simply decide to drive into their lane on a whim.

As they made it farther away from the city though, traffic lightened to almost nothing and Eric's soothing gestures began to have an effect on her. She released her grip on his arm slightly, and found the awareness to wipe the stricken expression off her face, at least the illusion face that masked her own. After another hour, maybe more, her sense of time completely disoriented by her fear, she managed to speak. Their car was now alone on the road.

“If you ever try and get me into one of these things again, I will walk back to Unova,” she whimpered into his side, her claws grasping his shirt possessively.

“I think-” Eric started, but she would never know what he thought. The driver slammed on the brakes, and the car skid as something appeared out of nowhere in front of them. Rel threw her arms around Eric and hugged him to her as tightly as she could, saving him from being thrown against the windshield during the rapid deceleration.

Before them was an enormous blue, black and purple dragon hovering on large black wings. Eric was saying something but she didn't spare him the notice. The beast's three heads began to glow, gathering energy as she slashed through the nylon restraints with her claws and threw the car door open. Eric protested but she pushed him out of the car and dove, shielding his body with hers as three intense beams of light tore the vehicle to pieces.

“Eric, what is going on?” She hissed at him as he picked himself up off the ground, the dragon landing and turning to study them.

“I have no idea,” he mumbled, running a hand over himself to check for injury. “Can, can you fight that thing?”

“A Hydreigon?!? I haven't fought anything since I was a pup. Don't you have any weapons? A gun? In the car?”

“A what? What would I have that could possibly fend off a pokemon, especially one like that?”

“Well well, Professor Freyd,” a new voice called from the forest's edge, a man slowly walking towards the now docile three headed dragon. “I'd say it was a surprise, but I've actually been waiting for you,” the man said, a broad smile on his face as he walked up and pet one of his pokemon's three heads.

“Who are you?” Eric called out, sounding much calmer than his shaking hand hinted at. Rel clutched at his sleeve.

“I don't think it really matters, not to you anyway, I'm only here for your Unovan friend,” he sneered, laughing at the stunned looks the two of them directed at him. “I was told to expect something a little less, human however. Hydreigon, hyper voice!”

The large dragon opened its three maws wide and roared, letting out the most devastating noise she'd ever heard. The blast of sound crashed into them like a solid wall, and she threw her paws over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut at the intense pressure. Under the stress of the attack, her illusion faltered and dropped, her overwhelmed mind unable to maintain the required concentration. The sound stopped.

“That's better,” a muffled voice cut though the ringing in her ears. She opened her eyes slowly. Eric was on his knees cradling his head, blood trickling from his ears. The man with the Hydreigon had walked closer to them during the attack, somehow unaffected by the beast's powerful cry, holding a weapon.

“What do you want with me? How did you even know I would be here?” She snarled at him, trying to seem unafraid. The man met her growl with only a smile.

“We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other, but that can wait until you're more – agreeable.” His voice was as calm as when he arrived, calm and horrifying. He fired. Two wires shot out and latched into her skin, bringing with them pain. Before she could even react, her muscles seized, every inch of her body feeling like it was being pummeled. She lost consciousness as her body fell to the asphalt.
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