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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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“Someone will come,” Rel said, her small voice loud in the stark concrete box that was her home. “Mewtwo was lying, someone will come.” No one listened to her words, it was only her and the crates, but the silence was pushing her closer to the edge. “Maybe going insane wouldn't be so bad. If I forget myself, forget everything. Maybe I won’t care anymore and just do what I'm told. Maybe I'll even be happy.” The thought didn't make her feel any better though.

With a sigh she pressed her head back against the cold concrete wall. After everything she'd been forced to endure, the headache that pounded in her skull was such an insignificant pain. Yet it still bothered her, putting her on edge, making it hard to concentrate. Not that she really had much to think about other than the murders she committed.

Frustration ate at her as she sat on the hard ground. How useless she was, the things she was forced to do, and being abandoned by the person she had trusted the most, all of it infuriated her. And now this damn headache. She wanted to scream, lash out, but that could draw attention to herself, and she had been left alone since returning from the murder of that entire family. That Eevee's whimpers haunting her mind.

She was also confined to her small cell by Hydreigon. The few times she had poked her head up the stairs, endeavoring to wash herself under the cold shower, she had noticed the menacing dragon about. It was unusual for him to be inside, and she had no idea what was keeping him indoors. Whatever it was though she didn't care; she just didn't want to be alone with the beast. He terrified her. It all came back to how useless and insignificant she was. Reduced to murdering chained pokemon and already defeated victims.

Rel slashed at the one of the wooden crates angrily, leaving three deep gashes in its surface. No one deserved this. She got up and paced, trying to walk off some of the tension, but it was the sense of futility that finally returned her to despondence, washing over her, reminding her there was no hope. This was her life. Rel curled up in the corner, wrapping her flowing mane around her which now contained many more tangles and snarls then she had ever allowed to accumulate before. At least it still provided some warmth, and a connection to her past, no matter how tenuous. She closed her eyes. Seon...

The headache had subsided some when Rel woke again, but there was more wrong. Sweat made her fur heavy, and she felt – anxious was the closest thing she could make out the feeling to be. She didn't feel sick precisely, but she definitely felt odd. Moving over to where her food was always replenished she sat down and drank, her body strangely warm for the chilly temperature of her cell.

As the cool liquid washed down her throat Rel let her mind wander. It settled back on her home. The one home she had ever truly considered hers. The hectic streets of the city, pokemon not merely used as tools, and Seon. His warm smile, the way he could always make her laugh with his illusions. Rel froze. It couldn't be, not already, not here. She had only been in heat once, a rite of passage as Seon's mother had explained it. After that it was more common to take a drug to repress the cycle, which was a distraction at best.

A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she thought back to the first time. They still teased Seon about how she had affected him. But here, there was no one for her. Seon's mother had fended off her sons and comforted Rel through it. She didn't want to be alone, not through this, not in this horrific place. With shaking paws Rel returned the bowl of water to the ground. It would only get worse, and she was unused to dealing with this. Only a few days, she just had to make it a few days, and it would be over.

Moving over behind the crates, hiding herself from view, Rel began to play with her illusions, anything to help occupy her mind. The required concentration was difficult to meet though, and her illusions wavered and moved awkwardly. Eventually she gave up, unable to continue and lay against the cool ground. A shower would be nice.

Even in her lethargic state Rel moved lightly, her paws silent against the concrete passage. While she wasn't forbidden to walk about the complex, or even given any restrictions for that matter besides the unbending directives programmed into the machine implanted in her neck, she had no desire to confront her master or his dragon. Hydreigon could probably smell her, even this early, and while she wouldn't have an effect on humans, her fragile state didn't need Master's hateful tongue.

Rel crept up the stairs and slowly peaked up over the top, viewing the sprawling complex above her concrete box. They were both there. The duo had their backs turned to her but were talking quietly near the side of the large arena where Rel's blood had been spilled alongside where her claws had spilled others'. She might have been able to sneak around, but someone would notice her at some point. It could wait. With a shudder Rel turned and slunk back to her lonely cell to laze around in discomfort.

Sleep was restless that night. Her dreams were plagued by vivid images, some that brought color to her cheeks, others that made her want to curl up and disappear from the world. When she awoke though, Rel realized how difficult the next few days would be. Rel whimpered as her swollen sex ached for a mate. Flashes from her dreams quickened her pulse and her body burned with a desire to be taken.

She had little experience with the chemical changes that toyed cruelly with her body and mind. This was only her second time, and she'd heard it took many cycles for someone to be fully in control of themselves during. The awakening had changed them greatly, but it hadn't gotten rid of their more primal instincts. Even Mewtwo couldn't override tens of thousands of years of biological programming.

The air felt heavy around Rel as she moved to get a drink. She still had a slight headache, but it was nothing compared to the fire that burned in her abdomen. Water did little to help. After drinking her fill, Rel returned to the back of the room, hiding herself amongst the large wooden crates as best she could. She wanted to know if anyone was coming before they saw her in this pitiful state.

Rel lay down, hoping that her depression would make it easy to sleep as it normally did, but with all of the new chemicals running rampant through her body, there would be no such relief. Her mind wandered, and no where she wanted it to. Images assaulted her mind, and there was no escape from them, nothing to distract herself with. She doubted she could even conjure up an illusion right now had she wanted to.

Most of her thoughts drifted to Seon, he would have made a wonderful mate. It wasn't the first time she'd had that thought. Others were less sensible, less tame. Her body tensed and quivered; it would be a long day, almost unbearable. It was as if her mind wasn't even really hers, all of her focus was warring with the part that lusted for a male. And Rel wasn't sure which was winning. She let out a quiet whimper into her mane, pressing her face into the once silken fur.

There was no way she was going to make it through this. It wasn't nearly as bad the first time, but then again she hadn't been here. Everything she tried just made it worse. Eventually she rolled onto her side, fighting between trying to cover herself up and releasing the burning heat that ensnared her mind. Accidentally Rel brushed an arm against one of her sensitive breasts, causing her to let out a strangled gasp into watching silence. Fur teased the stiff nub that was hidden by her chest tuft. It was too much though; the inferno that raged inside her began to take over, leveraging that accidental touch.

A paw began to snake its way through gray fur, Rel's eyes glazing with need. Each inch of fur that rippled beneath her paw drove her mind farther from rational thought, its only goal to reproduce, to find a mate to sire her cubs. Her paw brushed blissfully close to her vulva, feeling the damp heat radiating from herself. An involuntary jerk of her hips brought Rel's paw to her lips as she cried out lightly into the surrounding crates.

Rel dragged her paw against her most sensitive skin, the surrounding fur already matted and wet. Pleasure blinded Rel, throwing her into a frenzy, panting as her body trembled from even the lightest touch. Claws were useless, but the feel of her pads gliding over her, slick from her burning sex, drove everything but lust from her mind. Rel's tongue lolled, breathing heavy as she thrashed against the cold concrete. Her body expected to be taken, waiting to accept her alpha's seed deep into her womb. Frantic whimpers filled the room, echoes of Rel's mindless arousal.

So close. She pressed harder into herself, skin against skin sending shudders through her body. What she had thought to be a fire was a mere candle against the ruthless conflagration. Rel snarled and whined as her body tensed, ecstasy coursing through her lithe form. Lewd convulsions rocked her as pent up need flowed between her legs, dampening the fur of her thighs. Ragged breaths shook Rel in wondrous afterglow, the heavy scent of her sex marking the territory hers. The needs of her heat temporarily sated.

It took a minute for Rel to gather her senses, the sheer power of her release turning her limbs to jelly. As she rested, letting the pleasure fade from her nerves, her rational mind returned, as well as the reality of her situation. Slowly Rel removed the paw from between her legs, the burning heat lessened after her release. Now she was just alone on the concrete floor with nothing but hatred and contempt around her. A tear dropped dismally to the floor as Rel stared at the matted fur of her paw and legs.

What she wouldn't do for a comforting shoulder to cry against, someone to tell her everything would be okay. Anything to be back with Seon's mother again as she was held tightly to the motherly Zoroark's breast, gentle reassurances whispered in her ear, a firm, confident paw running through her mane. Instead Rel was nothing but a loathsome heap of ragged fur, wet with her own fluids. Uncaring of what awaited her above, Rel picked herself off the floor and moved towards the hallway leading above.

She was a mess, reeked of actions, and honestly just didn't care. No words would be worse than wallowing in her own filth. Slick fur clung to her skin, accentuating the gap between her legs and outlining her entrance. The cool air of the utilitarian complex stung icily against her dampened fur as she head towards the showers. Luckily she saw no one on the way, and no one saw her. Once under the cold, cleansing waters, Rel imagined Seon was there, letting her vent all of her troubles into his warm chest, pretending she wasn't alone.

The cold waters had a further calming effect on her body and when she was done and returned to her small room, there was nothing but lethargy filling her. Rel lay down away from where she had lain prior, the room still dank with her scent. For at least a time there was calm, and upon closing her eyes she slept.

Everything returned when Rel opened her eyes again. The burning desire ate at her, as her body knew it had been tricked. A dampness rested between her legs, hot and slick. Her ready sex released her scent into the air, trying to catch the attention of any nearby males, alerting them to her needs. Rel moved, sinking her claws into one of the wooden crates. She even sank her teeth into the soft wood, biting into one of the corners. Despite looking like a fool, she'd do anything to release some of the frustration and tension that filled her aching body.

Soft footsteps made her jump back as she waited with apprehension for the man whose shadow was cast upon the floor. Rel froze up completely, paw trembling ever so slightly.

“It smells like brothel in here.” Her master entered the room, glancing around before his eyes snapped to her. “And what have you done to my...” His eyes picked up a familiar malicious glint as Rel watched him look over her body. Rel's breath caught. “Oh I see,” he said with a smile, moving towards her. “Ironic isn't it? You try and pretend that you're people, but reality always reminds you that you're nothing more than a vessel to be fucked, so you can spawn like the beast you are.”

Rel backed away from his advance, but she only took a step before her back was pressed against the concrete wall. It felt like an icy hand was gripping her throat as the man continued his advance. She had never seen him completely beaming as he was, a terrible visage of malevolent glee. He stopped inches from her, close enough that she could feel his breath play over her fur. A hand rest lightly but firmly under her chin, bringing Rel's eyes to meet her master's.

“Isn't that right? You'd fuck anything unfortunate enough to get stuck in the same room with you.” His voice was a whisper, hand forcing Rel to stare into the brown doorways of a twisted soul. That look paralyzed Rel as his words continued to taunt her, echoing through her mind. Motion snapped Rel quickly back to the moment. His hand ran along her muzzle before dropping to brush through the fur of her neck. Rel tried to protest but fear locked her throat. The back of his hand parted the thick black fur of her chest as it swept along the side of her breast. Every hair the moved sent pleasure rippling through her body, the gentle touch to her small breast dampening her while her mind screamed.

“Wha-What are you doing?” Rel managed to squeak out, her voice faltering.

Her master broke their gaze and moved to whisper into her ear. “You seem so tense; I thought I'd help you out a little. Maybe you could show a little gratitude since I'm going out of my.” His hand pressed flush against her chest. “I know you're enjoying this. I can feel your heart racing,” he said, his breath tickling her cheek. And indeed it was. Her legs trembled as his hand sank lower, moving down between her breasts, fingers trailing through the soft fur of her belly.

“No. No, no, no nononono,” Rel whined, shivering at his continued touch. With him so close she couldn't see what he was doing, but she felt every movement. She stared over his shoulder into the cold, heartless room she was kept, jaw locked slightly open.

“No?” her master asked in mock wonderment. A finger trailed light circles in the fur inches from her burning core. His actions were driving her mind mad with lust. “I don't think you mean it. I can feel the heat radiating from your body, your hips trembling at my touch. I think you do want this.” Rel was too much in shock to respond, instead fighting the crushing grip squeezing her chest, her lungs struggling for air.

“I'm sure if I go just a little lower your cunt will be more ready than any whore's,” he snarled, face almost touching hers. To accentuate his point he left a finger dip ever lower before returning to make its slow circle in her fur. Rel's hips bucked involuntarily. “No indeed.” He gave a sadistic chuckle.

Her master took a half step back, removing his hand from her heated skin. “Get on your knees.”

Unshed tears glimmered in Rel's eyes as she felt nothing but hatred with herself, utter disgust. He was right. Her body did want this; she couldn't deny the jolt every touch sent through her body, ready to accept the first thing to press against her waiting entrance. She could feel the damp heat spreading between her legs, feel the unending compulsion to fulfill her biological directive.

“You know that you'll submit to me in the end, why make it harder? I could always hurt you; we both know that would work. But now,” he said, his low voice tumultuous in the silence of the concrete box. He dragged a hand up her thigh, caressing her hip, moving towards her center, brushing fingers over fur. “I can appeal to that simple mind of yours. Prove to you that you're no more than an animal. You'd like to be taken, used by any male willing to fuck you. Fill you with pups just for a moment of somatic pleasure. Now, get on your knees.”

Rel hated herself. Hated herself with every fiber of her being because he was right. She would break like a sapling under his will. There was no point in trying to fight it. How would it end any differently than when she had tried to not kill for him? She was his completely. Rel squeezed her eyes shut tightly, forcing the tears to run down her muzzle. He was right anyway, what sentient creature would act like this? She was disgusting, nothing more than mindless beast throwing herself at a male.

The smooth concrete flowed behind her as Rel slowly slid down until her knees hit the cold ground. Strong fingers sank into the mane atop her head and pulled. Rel let out a surprised gasp as she was thrown, falling unexpectedly on her face against the cold concrete.

Her master's voice soon cleared up her confusion. “Present yourself slut.” Large tears splashed onto the ground as Rel lifted herself with a paw. She had never taken a mate, but her body knew what to do. Rel tried to hold in the sobs that racked her body, pushing herself up on all fours, hind legs slightly parted to allow access to her dripping sex. The icy grip tightened around her chest and neck; her vision narrowed, and she waited.

“J-Just fucking d-do it already,” Rel choked out through her tears. “Get i-it over with.” But her words were met with silence. It took every ounce of strength she had to look back, but when Rel glanced over her shoulder, the room was empty. She was alone, hips raised and displaying her vulva to the wall. Realization hit her. Her limbs gave out and sent her back to the floor, gasping for breath that was never enough to fill her lungs. All of that, just to humiliate her, to show his control over her. Rel curled up into a ball on the floor, shaking and gasping for air.

It passed after a while, the crushing dread and terror that had filled her, but she couldn't stay, not in the room where she was almost... Rel picked herself up off the ground, wiping an eye with the back of an unsteady paw. She was in the same spot where she had thrown herself at him; she had to leave. Walking about the empty facility didn't really help take Rel's mind off of what had just happened, nothing could distract her from that, but at least in the large, open space, the walls didn't feel like they were closing in about her.

Electronics flickered and whirred as she wandered aimlessly down one of the long aisles, arms tightly wrapped around herself. No one deserved this. She had tried to do nothing but good with her life. Her body was still numb; she felt lost, alone. The discomfort from her heat still burned alongside the intense loathing she felt for herself. No one was there to tell her everything would be okay. The only ones here besides herself were-

“I thought I smelled fox,” a deep rumbling voice came from behind. Rel cried out in mixed surprise and terror, spinning around to face the speaker. Her eyes lifted to look at the towering monster as her body shook. Six jet black eyes smiled down at her, a murderer's smile. That look was almost a mirror of the one from her master's face.

“Get away from me,” Rel tried to snarl, but she quivered beneath that stare, her voice breaking.

Hydreigon laughed at her pitiful display of intimidation. “But I heard you were desperate for a mate.” The two arm-like heads were in constant motion as he slowly advanced, looking at her from different angles. Thin trails of drool leaked to the floor from the gaping maws, rows of teeth lining his voracious grins. “Though we are incompatible, your foul stench drives me.”

“No, stay back.” The icy clutch was returning, choking off Rel's small voice.

“You are weak, disgusting. And yet you force me to degrade myself, to waste my potential on a being such as you. Look at yourself.”

“I-I,” Rel tried but the words wouldn't come out. Tears, sweat, her fur was probably a mess too. It wasn't her fault, the past few days were just- Her mind was grasping at anything to stave off what she knew was coming. There was nothing that would save her this time. The monster couldn't be reasoned with; he wasn't doing this just to toy with her.

“You aren't worthy of my seed vixen, but every movement you make sends your vile odor into the air, ensnaring every unwary male. I will make you pay for doing this to me.” Hydreigon's right head blurred, slamming into Rel. With a gasp she was sent sprawling to the floor, taken completely by surprise. The room swam as Rel scrambled to right herself, gasping to refill her emptied lungs. As she pushed herself up into a half sitting position, she saw him. Blue and black towered above her, purple crowning each of his gnashing grins. Smooth scales coated the dragon's armored hide, but now, low on his body, a slit had opened, exposing his enormous manhood. Rel grabbed at her throat, unable to breath.

Lust glazed eyes examined their prize before Rel was picked up, teeth biting into fur and flesh. Struggling only caused the dragon's fangs to sink in further, so she fell limp in his grasp as she was lifted from the ground. Hot drool wet the fur where she was gripped as Hydreigon carried her, moving with astonishing speed for his size.

Size. He had been big, much too large for her. It would tear her apart. Pokemon varied, she knew, but it had looked nothing like a Zoroark's, looking just as brutal as the monster it belonged to. Rel was dropped onto a table jutting from the wall, the corner knocking the wind from her as it drove into her stomach. As she coughed and gasped into the wooden tabletop, the dragon moved behind her. Rel struggled futilely but Hydreigon brought a head to pin her against the hard surface. Then she felt it, hot and slick against her burning entrance.

“Stop, please.” Rel thrashed beneath him as she felt him pressing into her. The movement caused Hydreigon to slip, his length missing and sliding along Rel's heat slicked lips. Pleasure danced up her traitorous body, bringing a gasp from her throat.

“Be still,” Hydreigon raged, also gripped by instinct. Teeth bit into her again and Rel was lifted off the table, only to be slammed back into it, dazing her. Once again the great beast lined himself up and thrust. Rel screamed. She felt every inch as he tore her apart. Hydreigon snarled above as he ravaged her, taking her virginity in one motion. Pain blossomed as her body tried to accommodate the dragon's immense size. Silken walls stretched as they hugged Hydreigon's hot member. She couldn't see, but her body must have been split wide as he ruined her body.

Tears blinded Rel as she begged, but her pleas were only answered by frustrated grunts as Hydreigon tried to force himself into her, Rel unable to take him fully as he instead drove into her cervix. Without making any progress, the thrusting relented and Hydreigon began to withdraw himself, fleshy spines along his penis clinging the Rel's insides.

“Please no more,” Rel breathed as she felt him fully exit, leaving an emptiness in her.

“I'll use you how I wish slut.” Hydreigon thrust back into her, again parting her tightness, forcing as much of himself as he could into her. With the last of her resolve Rel fought to escape, but her attempts only made the pain worse, and her attacker laugh. There was nothing left; no help would come. Rel relaxed, letting her body fall limp in the monster's clutches as he fucked her.

Hydreigon's cock glistened with her fluids every time he pulled out, waiting just long enough for Rel to clench back up in fear before thrusting back in. Pleasure began to creep in around the pain however, her heat betraying her soul. This was what her body had been craving for days now. She could feel the glorious tension building in the pit of her stomach, waiting for release. Each thrust brought the dragon's entire length gliding blissfully along the sensitive skin of her opening. Thighs slick with her fluids quivered against the beast between them.

“Enjoying this whore?” Hydreigon spit, emphasizing his insult with a savage thrust into her tormented inner wall. Rel hadn't even realized the lewd sounds coming from her throat, and she tried to silence them. The dragon's thrusting quickly dissolved her awareness though, pain and pleasure warring within her shattered mind.

Rel's body didn't care if it was being mated willingly or not, it only desired to be bred. The fire in her belly grew, heat radiating through her body as her orgasm approached. When it did, Rel cried out as every muscle spasmed in ecstasy. Claws dug into the wood top, scarring the surface as Rel growled and panted. She could feel the wet warmth dripping down her thighs from her release as the walls of her sex clamped down on Hydreigon's cock, forcing the dragon to cease his movements, her tightness too much.

“Disgusting creature,” he breathed, but three pairs of eyes rolled up in bliss. Rel lay panting in the afterglow of such an intense orgasm, but Hydreigon soon continued, thrusting with a renewed frenzy, brutalizing her. Unable to take it anymore Rel retreated into her mind, hiding behind the lust driven part of her that only cared about continuing her line. It was as if she watched from the side as a monstrous demon had its way with some poor Zoroark.

Another wave of pleasure found its way to where Rel hid though, and this time, Hydreigon also released into the throes of her orgasm. Thick torrents of his seed flooded her depths as the dragon tried one last time to hilt himself in the much too small fox. Rel whimpered as he stabbed into her cervix, shaking beneath him. With a roar to mark his conquest, Hydreigon stepped back, pulling out of her one final time and letting Rel slide from the table and to the ground. She could feel his seed leaking from her used body.

“Clean me of your filth, Vixen.” He was panting as well, but his eyes held only hatred for her.

Rel tried to breathe through her terrified hiccups and panting. “No,” she eventually whispered.

The brutal pokemon growled at her. “I'm not asking you. If you continue to refuse, back up you go. You have another hole I can use.” He laughed as tears slowly ran into her already wet fur, and Rel turned to the beast's still hard length. A deep soreness filled her, pain that touched the very core of her being. She wanted nothing more than to cease existing, to be reclaimed by infinity. There would be no such escape. There never was.

Rel didn't doubt the creature's threat, and she couldn't go through that again; she wouldn't survive it. Dragging her tortured body off the ground she approached the monster on her knees, withering under his mocking eyes. The scent of his musk and their mating overpowering her senses, filling her nostrils, gagging her as the smell entered her mouth. It shone in the florescent light, a sheen from a mix of their fluids.

The Hydreigon sighed as Rel began to clean him, tasting herself alongside his salty-metallic release. Cum continued to drip from her as her rough tongue ran over his cock, the spines that had snagged at her insides clearly sending immense pleasure to the panting dragon. His hips jerked, jutting along the side of her head and leaving a wet trail along her muzzle and neck. Rel tried to get it over with quickly, while she was still protected by the state of shock she was in, but his thick seed clung in her mouth, choking her and making her stomach churn. As she reached the tip, one last rope of seed released, covering her snout and mane. It took all of Rel's will to not retch right there.

“The sight of you sickens me,” Hydreigon said before turning and walking off into the complex. Rel stared. Her mind felt blank. Her body felt broken. Everything that Rel thought she was had been stripped. There was no place for kindness on this side of the ocean. Strength, power, those are what allowed you to survive, to destroy those who had done this to her. Rel was pitiful, weak. There was no reason for that part of her to remain; it would only get in the way. Anger burned, an ocean of hatred towards those who had put her here, who had destroyed her. The Zoroark child whose life had been taken by this place cried in the darkness of her mind, and Rel collapsed to the ground, her used body unable to remain conscious any longer.

A booted foot woke Rel an indeterminate time later. “Rise and shine my sleeping harlot.” Her master stood over her, a grimace on his face. Rel met his gaze with uncontrolled hatred blazing behind her eyes.

“There is nothing more than you can do to me,” Rel growled, her voice low and hoarse.

“We'll see,” he chuckled. “When you get yourself knocked up it will be you who kills the pups. For now though, get the fuck out of my sight. I've never seen anything so repugnant, and you reek of your... Mating. I see you couldn't resist after I got you all riled up.” Her master gave a mock shudder and another prod with his boot. Rel quivered with rage, but she could do nothing to the man, nothing but hate him in her mind. Fur crackled as she stood, her thighs covered in the dried mess from earlier. The fur on her muzzle was also stiff, as well as various patches where... Her stomach lurched but she forced herself to hold it down, turning and walking away from those taunting eyes. She was disgusting. Everything about her, they were both right.

Despite being incompatible, her heat had been satisfied by Hydreigon's vicious attack. But in the end though it had been her fault, hadn't it? She hadn't wanted it, but neither had that monster. It was her scent that lured him to her. Rel reached for the valve, turning it open. Water crashed over her and she fell to her knees, sobbing into the frigid waters. She cried until the waters had washed her body numb.

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Rel ran her claws through soft fur. She didn't remember how long it had been. Minutes? Years? It didn't matter. This place, it didn't even feel real anymore. Fur slid smoothly between her paws, shining almost as it had back in Unova. No one bothered her down here, so she continued to comb her fur, removing every tangle and snarl that had been in it. That was all that mattered.

Her body ached terribly. Something had happened, but she couldn't think about it. Remembering was dangerous, painful. She just had to think about her fur. Make it beautiful again.

Run.

Rel looked around, unsure if the soft word had been real. She couldn't even tell if it had been out loud or in her mind. There was nowhere to run anyway, and someone might see her if she went back above. Much better to just stay down here. An explosion rocked the room, lights flickering before returning to their ever present glow. Rel blinked, her heart suddenly racing. Memory crept back up at the noise, and then the lights cut, plunging the room into darkness. Rel ran.

Above was utter chaos. The main lights had been shut off, and smaller lights shone down, giving the large room an eerie, dull glow. Rel wrapped herself in an illusion of invisibility. Debris rained down from the ceiling where a large hole now gaped, letting in sunlight from the outside through a very long shaft of rock and dirt. What had made a hole like that? Rel didn't have long to think as movement caught her eye. Her master was barking orders to a large Metagross, Hydreigon already on the move while other shapes flitted about the darkness. The sight of the winged beast made her chest tighten. Remembering is bad, just run.

Rel began to make her way to the opposite side of the complex, making her way towards the only exit she knew of. It was a stupid idea. Even if the door had been wide open there was no way she could leave the area with the device in her neck. But that voice had told her to run, and the adrenaline filling her body agreed. As Rel approach the opposite wall, a horrific grating sounded from the other side and quickly stopped. Rel had no idea what it was but it didn't sound good, and turned away just before the wall disintegrated into a wave of concrete shards and fire. There was no time to react, and the blast threw Rel, sending her to the ground amidst the rubble as she blacked out.

Thick smoke still hung in the air as Rel opened her eyes. She hurt everywhere, but her mind returned the shroud of invisibility without thinking. Noise and motion surrounded her. Powerful attacks from pokemon rocked the building, sending shock-waves ripping through the air. The piercing crack of what sounded like firearms also rang out amongst the cacophony. A slab of concrete lay across her, pinning Rel to the ground. It wasn't too large, and she shoved it off her, though her left arm wasn't working properly.

She stood and peered through the smoke. Armed men and pokemon were running through the wall that had just exploded in her face. Sunlight waited on the other side. How the tunnel had been excavated was a mystery to Rel, but neither did she care. Nothing but pain and adrenaline fueled her actions, and without a backwards glance, she dashed past the incoming people and made a break for the daylight.
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