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Helter Skelter

Who: Sasha, Raikov, Vinnie, Volgin and Marie
What: Talking. Okay no, we lied. Talking leads to much more terrible things.
Where: Outside, just on the school gate's outskirts
When: December 12th
Warnings: MARIE'S DIRTY MOUTH. Okay, more like Volgin, Raikov and Vinnie's haha.

Christmas! The holiday flowed like a bowl of phall and spicy bbq wings in Sasha's mouth. Pure, delightful eating bliss. She sat on one of the metallic benches, looking over at the city lights, sometimes letting out a small burst of flame and laughing at the way it danced in the cold heat before fizzling out. She wore the new school outfit, covered by a fireproof winter coat and hat that had been pierced to allow her horns to peek thought.

But ahh! Christmas! Out of all the celebrations Sasha enjoyed during the year, this was her favorite. Everyone standing around in a warm fire, drinking hot chocolate (or in her case cacao and spices mixed together). Where Santa, his eight Stantlers and his army of Delibirds would give out presents to all the good little boys and girls and their Pokemons (or so it was told) when they slept.

She was waiting for Vinnie and Marie to show up; they had agreed to go shopping and she was a full ten minutes early, a little too excited for her own good. They'd probably both take more time anyway, not being particularly big fans of the winter weather in general. It was such a shame too! Sasha loved snow. It reminded her of all those times in the caverns together. Waking up to undo the presents (had Red bought them? Was it really Santa? IT WAS A MYSTERY). She was so preoccupied with replaying the memories in her mind that she didn't notice the man slowly walking close by her.

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Raikov rolled his eyes at that. "Another one who thinks that way about him. I've known him for quite some time, traveled with him, been his secretary... and never once has he mistreated his pokemon. They all seem to love him.

"As for what he's done in the past, did you hear about that incident in Kanto? Some of the pokemon that had been kidnapped by Team Rocket were set free. Guess who it was that did that."

She turned her gaze completely away from him, crossing her arms and looking annoyed. Now he was just toying with her.

"I've known him for much longer. I was forced to work under one of his grunts who only wanted glory for himself. That man nearly killed me. I don't care how many Pokémon he sets free. He's still got to answer for the hundred of thousands more Pokémon that have died or gotten lost as a result of his actions."

"People change," was his answer. "His crimes are nothing compared to some of the people in my world."

Yevgeny included.

Sasha bit her tongue, stopping herself from blurting out something she might regret. It was getting harder, mind you.

"Change does not mean anything if all he does is free a Pokémon or two whenever he feels like it. He's never excused himself publicly." She snarled. "And with Archer here, it's only a matter of time before he does it again!"

Tsk. So she was stubborn and idiotic like that Char.

"He's been here since April and hasn't done anything wrong. As for that Archer fellow, I'm going to be having a talk with him..." Raikov's tone sounded like a bitter ex. Oh yes, he did not like that Archer one bit. Waltzing into Giovanni's life and just inviting himself to stay with the man... Raikov was going to give him a piece of his mind when he got the chance.

"You and that Blacky woman need to get over yourselves. Bringing up a past he no longer wishes to associate with isn't going to solve anything."

"So that's it? You suggest we just forget everything?" No Raikov, it was you who was an idiot. "All those Pokemon that were killed without reason...it's not right!"

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"Not forget but move on. People and animals die all the time. Whether it is with or without reason doesn't matter."

"Everyone's death is important. No matter what."

"It's a normal aspect of life. Besides, you've never even met any of them. Why should you care?"

She opened and closed her fist again.

"I don't want what happened to me to happen ever again. Like I said he's never even bothered to apologize." Her tone was decidedly a lot angrier than before. "How could I even begin to trust a man who cares so little that he won't live up to what he did?"

"Like you'd believe him even if he apologized," He shrugged, turning away. "You animals are too stubborn."

Edited 2010-12-13 05:03 (UTC)

Oh no. Oh no he had not used the word animal. If there was something Sasha loathed, it was being considered something lower than humans. With Red, they were a team, all on equal footing. It was something Sasha was just too sensible about. The smart Charizard would have just grumped, gave him the finger and left, but not Sasha. Oh no. Now she had something to prove.

"I am not a stubborn animal," she repeated, standing up. "Don't ever call me like that again."

Raikov glanced over his shoulder casually. "But ultimately, that's what you are. Without those little items, you would have never been able to have those human disguises."

Something inside her snapped. Maybe it was being told she was nothing but an animal without the transforming TM, maybe it was the fact she had been told not too long ago what a piss-poor representation of her own species she was. Suddenly she felt weak, useless...nothing but a creature. No. No she wasn't. She was Red's Pokemon. A moment of weakness that she would later regret completely, but at that moment, it seemed like the best course of action. Breathlessly, she glared at him, and waved her hand, and turned back into her Charizard form, discarding her clothing.

Charizards were very slow when it came to walking, but having already been in this form for a few years, Sasha quickly took to the skies, and before he could react, had already landed behind him, standing on top of a bench to make herself taller.

It started like a low, primitive growl, and then she opened her mouth, wings snapping in the wind to give herself a more fearsome appearance.

"GO AWAY!"

Of course Raikov didn't hear that. What he heard was an unearthly roar. A roar like she never had before in her life, releasing a stream of jet-hot fire over his head so he could feel the heat, but not get burned. If she hadn't been near his back, he might have noticed tears streaming down her eyes in pure frustration. She didn't want to harm him, merely shoo him away so she could have time along by herself before Vinnie and Marie came. It just hurt too much right now, and she wanted to be alone.

Edited 2010-12-13 06:00 (UTC)

Upon feeling the heat and hearing her roar, Raikov whipped around to face her and pulled out the Makarov from the inside of his coat, pointing it at Sasha.

Born an animal, always an animal.

The Russian aimed his gun and shot at her wing. He knew Charizards flew and she would be more dangerous up in the air.

A canon blast. That's what it felt like. She might have been close, but Sasha didn't even think the man might try to fight back. The shot grazed her skin before flying into her wing membrane and into the sky. While the wings didn't have as many pain receptors as those on her main wing bones, the blood streaming down her skin and the wound on the elbow itself burned and hurt. It was unlike what she had ever felt before from any Pokemon attack. She was suddenly frightened and without Red or anyone else to support her or get her to calm down, felt at a loss and didn't know what to do.

The pain caused her to roar even more, as she fired another shot of fire into the sky, not being careful where it went this time. The flames around her tail increased, causing the bench to light on fire, as she tried to fly, but the torn membrane making her slip and fall backwards into the ground. That man. That man had a gun. He could fire again at any second!

She quickly took a battle pose, wanting to retreat back into the school, but not wanting to risk him trying to shoot her while she had her back turned. Slowly, she began to move back, as the bench continued to burn.

Gunfire.

And Yevgeny Borisovich Volgin, a seasoned field colonel, of all people, should know the sound of a Makarov. He did not want to believe that was what he had heard, but his gut instinct assured him that it was certainly a Makarov. The sound before was some creature roaring, a thunderous noise that he could have ignored, given the monsters that attended the school, but that gunfire that followed.

He swallowed, taking no time to prepare. Nevermind he had to throw out some torn, bloodied clothes the other day because of a few vines, he felt ready to take on whatever it was out there with what little he had on him. His bare hands and continuous current had served him well.

From their dorm, the Soviet launched himself from the balcony, landing with a roll into the snow, quickly back on his feet and pushing himself into a barreling sprint in the direction of the noise. The worst scenarios were playing out in his head. Finding his Ivan in a locker, stripped, was light. His throat could have been slit. Filthy American dog.

His breath steamed, his heart pulsed hot in his ears, snow crunched and flew. His urgency brought him to an opening, where a black dragon creature was confronting his Ivan. A fire burned on the end of its tail.

It looked an awful lot like Char.

That fucker.

Volgin did not hesitate; he had a feeling he knew what this scene meant and he was not going to guess anyone's intentions further beyond that. Roaring a battle cry, he made an angry charge at the black dragon, electricity crackling along the tips of his knuckles as his body glowed blue.

No one harmed his Ivan and lived.

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From bad to worse, the battle cry did its effect and for a few seconds Sasha was paralyzed with fear as she turned to see who was running towards her. She didn't know who he was, but something told her he wasn't going to stay back like she wanted him to. Fear. Like she hadn't felt for a long time.

It felt like that tower all over again. She couldn't do this alone. She needed to run back to the school as fast as possible, damn this burning elbow! She bit her tongue so hard she could taste the blood.

With a deep breath and her heart beating a million miles per minute, she ran on instinct to protect herself first and minimize the damage to those around her. The Charizard craned her neck and breathed out as much flames as she could muster, making the ground sizzle as the snow melted and the ground under began to burn from the fumes and liquid. Creating a wall of fire between then and herself, and then thinking herself safe, forced herself to move her wings and start to catch some air. I was much slower than normal and she couldn't fly high but it was faster to travel than with just her legs.

She would probably regret it later.

Sasha needed to warn someone before things got really ugly. She let out another roar in the hopes someone would hear her.

Edited 2010-12-13 13:01 (UTC)

It all happened so quickly. It took him a few moments to realize what was happening. Was that...

"Yevgeny!" Raikov shouted, rushing towards the larger man.

"Stay back!" Volgin barked in Russian to his lover, skidding to a jarring, almost clumsy stop, just outside the flames. He could smell his clothes burning, his electricity crackling hot. "I'll break this monster in two!"

Sasha might have seen a shape explode through the line of fire with a leap, its hesitation only for as long as it spoke. Whatever air the Charizard had gained was quickly nullified by the powerful grip of the Soviet around her tail, a jerk of his arm tugging the poor creature back for the other hand to dig into her dark hide. He would be working his way along her spine until he could bring one of his arms around her neck and choke her from behind, if he had it his way.

It wasn't a question of trying to get away anymore. As her hope was completely crushed, she was so violently pushed to the ground she felt chest pains from the expelled lung air. But that was nothing compared to the lightning being shoot and now coursing through her entire body. The Charizard yelped in pain, her back bending in reaction and arching her neck into the air.

Sasha trashed in sporadic and violent movements, trying desperately to shake the gigantic man off of her, as the pain shoot in all directions, the electrical current making her numb. Her tail's flame started to sink and her breathing became harder. Yet even then, she didn't want to kill this man either, like igniting all of her fire might have. She couldn't do that. She would never be able to face Red if she did that. Instead, she'd try to put him out of commission. Craning her neck, she turned around and bit into his left arm and breathed her flame breath. Maybe if he was in so much pain he couldn't continue they could both get away.

Volgin was ready to pump as much current into the Charizard to have it cook. Dragon teeth locked into hard muscle, and the giant howled but did not let up. He had been trained against physical agony, and the rage that burned for his Ivan fueled his determination.

"You wretched beast!" he roared, snapping his other arm outwards to grasp the pokemon's neck and squeeze. His eyes were nearly tearing from the heat burning his nerves away, as he picked up a stench he had known years ago, one associated with the extensive scarring along his whole body.

"You'll die," Volgin hissed, consciously making sure that was in English for the creature to possibly understand. He would make sure it understood. He would be the last thing it saw if there was any justice in this world!

She didn't let go, despite the pain reading parts of her brain she never knew could feel pain. And then there was the choking. Despite the fact she was a Charizard and she was thrashing wildly, Volgin was much taller and was sending out bolts of electrical current in her at the same time. Even the strongest Charizard would have trouble righting with someone who released their natural weakness like he did.

She gasped for air and tried to pin him down. Her strength was leaving her, and she felt the sides of her eyes starting to get dark...no. No! Loosing conscious right now could spell much worse than that...it could mean her death...

Sasha had never been more terrified in her life than right now.

Edited 2010-12-13 08:07 (UTC)

Vinnie was already en route to meet up for Christmas shopping when he heard it. At first, the bang of a gunshot didn't sound out of the ordinary for a school where robots kidnapped people and children got to take classes on explosions. But something tugged at him, squirmed around in his guts screaming that there was trouble. It was probably just his often-commented paranoia acting up again, but all the same Vinnie's pace - and heartbeat - quickened. He was supposed to meet up with Marie in the dorms before heading out, but instinct urged him to the school gates without him.

This time, it wasn't just paranoia. It wasn't long until cries of pain reached his ears, and he knew exactly whose they were. Vinnie could've picked out Sasha's roar from among a crowd of Charizards, after all. They were teammates and family. He knew her better than anyone else in the world.

And he'd never heard fear like that in her voice before. Simply hearing it snapped something inside him, and without even realizing it, the Venusaur was already running, charging on all fours in the direction of the sound. Terror and anger drowned out all reason in a feedback loop. Something was hurting Sasha. Someone was killing her.

Vinnie couldn't see Raikov, or the dwindling grassfire, or anything other than the motherfucker electrocuting her as he burst into the fray. Even if his battlecry couldn't be understood as a Pokemon, but he still screamed it with every drop of fury his soul could muster.

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER

Something roared through the fire, something else. Volgin, awash in the thrill, the sheer pleasure, that squeezing the life out of this wretched creature granted him, perked up at the sound. His grip did not soften, and he could only imagine what these pokemon might taste like.

But, he paused, realizing that it said something along the lines of: "Saaaaaaur."

It was familiar.

Volgin stood with his victim, peering past the roaring blaze separating him from the arrival. His eyes widened when he recognized the tell-tale pink flower, the big mouth, the blue body.

Oh, it had to be that one.

"You want this?" the Soviet spat, laughing, at the frog-mouth-monster, shaking the Charizard at it like a treat being offered to a dog. "You want this fucking thing?

COME AND GET IT, MONSTER!"

Edited 2010-12-13 09:03 (UTC)

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