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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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That man. From before, Vinnie fought him before.

He should've killed him before.

Unlike Sasha, at that very moment any standards that Vinnie had about taking a human life had become completely null and void. The man was killing Sasha, holding her like a limp ragdoll. Every movement he made only served to stir the blood boiling in his brain.

With a hateful roar, Vinnie stomped the ground with his two front feet, letting very familiar tremors squirm through the earth and dirt. But this time, it was much, much bigger.

He let the frenzy plants feed on his rage. He wanted to strangle the life from this psychopath's eyes, to see him buried and crushed in the cascade of vines and drag his body into the dirt.

When they burst out from the ground behind Volgin, the vines were the size of trees.

That got him to let go of Sasha. The screaming vines could consume the Charizard as they wished, or whatever, the dragon was no longer a pressing matter. Spitting to the side before the vines could possibly tear the bench apart, the Soviet sprung across the flames at the Venusaur instead, emerging like an electrical bat out of Hell, likely thorny, thick tendrils at his heels.

A dervish of flames and electricity, he was rushing at Vinnie, eager to tear this frog open with his own bare hands. He howled another battle cry, his breath hot in the chill, out of his rage and the sheer heat of the moment, the brief freedom granted with shedding the constraints of his employment and regards for electrical equipment to fully indulge in his maddened bloodlust.

And released not a moment too soon. The Charizard gasped for breath, having heard Vinnie's scream as a distant echo. Slowly, the flame began to flicker back to it's normal level, then to glower brighter than before.

She heard voices, but they still seemed far away. The air was still having trouble circulating, it would take a few minutes. But she heard them, her vision blurred from tears and pain. That man, screaming again, and another much more primal roar. That had to be Vinnie. She wanted to scream at him to stop that this was just a giant misunderstanding...but...

Something inside her didn't want him to. Pure, primal anger like she'd never had before. She coughed again, and a small pool of blood landed in the snow. Shit. That asshole had really roughed up her neck, hadn't he.

The flame glowed brighter. It was like the fear was melting away and being replaced by something much more dangerous. Never again. She wouldn't let herself be caught up by surprise like that again.

If he harmed Vinnie....

Edited 2010-12-13 09:46 (UTC)

It would be a sad thing if Vinnie could summon such forces of nature and had no control over them. As Volgin charged towards him to engage head-on, the frenzy plants followed - some of them burrowed back into the ground to burst out anew in his path, and others simply hounded after him like serpents. As roots, they swam through earth and soil, each one intense in their hunt and unified in their objective: to break their enemy.

Even as the turf was ripped up in the attack, none of them even so much as grazed the injured Charizard's personal bubble. Her wellfare was too deeply ingrained in Vinnie's subconscious, even if the only thoughts in his head were focused on bringing Volgin pain.

A Venusaur was an animal of a honed nature, one of many before him with their abilities and ties to the natural world delicately etched into their genetics. Volgin was a twisted creature, something never meant to be engineered into a sort of cyborg, a power plant testing the limits of its host, in a single generation.

The first was meant to be. The latter, a failed ambition.

Vines exploded below his feet.

Reaction: grueling Spetsnaz training kicked in; he rolled, his body twisting at the right time; his mass worked for him, he knew how to move himself, he had decades to learn how to move all of himself effectively; he was on his feet again; motion to the right; fling, roll, catch, right, run; vine exploded across his back like a bullet; smelled like earth, smelled like the trenches; the vines yawned like the dead he would not be among; engage engage engage.

Connecting the vines with that gaping flower on the Venusaur's back, Volgin clawed across the wide face, unsure of how to grapple with a creature like this, and out of sheer rage, grabbed at one of the leaves and tore.

In the strain of keeping up his attack, Vinnie's energy was very quickly diminishing. For his size, the scarred man was incredibly agile, and it took all his concentration to even chance a blow. But with his focus on the elemental control of his plants, he was too drained to anticipate the Russian as the distance between them quickly closed.

The Venusaur's leaves were deceptively sharp - each edge like a razor, cutting into Volgin's palms. But in the Russian's berserker haze, nothing else mattered; the large frond that rested against the top of Vinnie's head was in one brutal moment, grabbed, pulled, and torn.

The feeling was indescribable. Like someone had just sliced through a phantom limb, ripped a chunk out of his senses, flayed his skin, stole his breath. It was gone. Green, chlorophyll blood oozed from the wound, down across his face, as though to confirm it.

Just as Volgin suspected, the thrashing of the vines died away almost immediately, all of them slithering back to their homes in the dirt. With them, they took the last of Vinnie's strength. A double edged sword.

He couldn't do anything. Except, of course, screech in response to this new, foreign pain.

Finally, she was able to regain some of her strength in the little time Vinine had given her. The blood blocking her breathing had been cleared by her coughing, and while she did feel a little lightheaded from it all, Sasha was able to analyze the situation with a much more rational mind. The pain kept reminding her it was there with each thump of her beating heart.

This was all a gross misunderstanding that had turned violent. She had meant to scare the man away, not get shot and then have someone else involved. And now Vinnie too. It was a terrible domino effect, and who knew when Marie would show up. She didn't want him to show up. Dammit! Her cellphone had probably been destroyed during the scuffle.

This wasn't a situation where they were watching a controlled battle between two Pokémon in a safe environment. This man was physically assaulting and attacking them in the open. Still, she held on to the thought. The thought that they were above normal creatures and in her blood loss, laughed delirious at the situation. That's right! She could talk everyone out of it! She could turn human again, and tell him she didn't want to harm his friend, just make him go away. She could...

The scream. Vinnie's scream. It was unlike anything she had heard him utter before. And then she knew. She knew he had been hurt more badly than he ever had had before in his life.

What followed seemed like eternal silence. The tears stopped. Her pupils diluted until they were almost a mere speck in a sea of white.

That did it. The breaking point.

The world seemed to slow down for a few seconds as her heart rate increased again, her breathing becoming hotter with each angered breath. Rational thoughts just completely shut off from her brain, and whatever subconscious thoughts she might have had as a Charizard spilled over to the surface. Her tail burned so much it was turning a bright blue. She roared, free of constrain or fear or thinking of the consequences. Hello hath no fury like a Charizard scorned.

Sasha charged at him, her claws tearing away at the snow violently, digging out the frozen land like butter, wings being used to push her forward like a mad animal. With a sudden change in wind current she jumped into the air, uncaring if her torn wing might just tear off from the abuse she was giving it now and tried to land on Volgin. Her mouth was completely open, the blood still dripping from the teeth as she unleashed a small heat blast of fire at his back, and tried to sink her claws into him to push him away from Vinnie. Her movements were much more wild and erratic than the first time.

She didn't want to just harm him anymore. Sasha wanted him dead.

The most terrible thing out of all of this, she would later recall, was how good that moment felt.

Edited 2010-12-13 19:45 (UTC)

If Sasha were allowed any satisfaction, there was a gaping burn injury on the giant's left arm, the region a burned, bloody ulcer vaguely shaped to a Charizard's mouth. He was favoring his right hand, as a careful eye might have caught the hindering stiffness that had taken his left hand as a result. As she charged herself, Volgin had brought a massive fist back to slam against the flower trunk of the Venusaur. Whatever came of the impact, Sasha arrived at a bloody back, torn open in varying cross-sections from the earlier vine assault; pain was to be acknowledged and not to be a hindrance (but some of his injuries were very quickly becoming hindrances -- he would persevere!). One particular gash along his mid-back cut deep, through skin and fat, at the mercy of the indifferent cold. Her talons caught on opened wounds, opening them further, the Russian's spine growing into a shining mess of blood and now partially exposed musculature. His clothes were bloody, burned, and tattered, and it became apparent that much of the bulk that could be perceived clothed was very much his own.

Through pain and nausea, he flung himself off, Sasha's attempt to drive him away successful, but not with another frond savagely torn away in parting. The flower had expelled some peculiar chemical, and Volgin was no stranger to bio-weaponry of either man or beast, but he had no protection against it here.

The Soviet stumbled when he landed, disoriented from the overwhelming odor. The pokemon he had been intent on murdering in cold blood were now wobbling shapes as his head swam. He did not notice the mauling of his right leg, how it throbbed painfully when he put too much weight on it.

Volgin was losing his high, and he was feeling tiny inklings of regret towards any lamentations he had about weak opponents afraid to fight him directly. Cracking helpless prisoners' skulls open as opposed to staining the snow red and staggering about like an addict was more appealing already.

Oh. They forgot about him. How convenient.

But taking on humans was one thing. Taking on two giant elemental controlled monsters? The smaller Russian was shaking - and not from the cold. He also felt a slight bit of guilt. His urge to run somewhere and hide was kicking in but... he couldn't. They were attacking Yevgeny! He wasn't about to lose his lover again.

Volgin was strong and in top shape but he was getting old. There was no way he could hold up much longer. So with the larger Russian having taken care of Vinnie, Raikov fired a few more shots at Sasha.

Under Volgin's assault, even Vinnie's floral half could recognize the danger he was in - and it was not without its own defenses. Fed by the fight or flight instincts of its animal half, and reacting on the instinct of plants, the Venusaur's normal pollen release exploded exponentially. The potency of its sweet scent, along with a thick cocktail of disabling powders were released into the air around him, indiscriminate of whoever breathed it in. Too much in the bloodstream and, well, Venusaurs weren't Poison type for nothing.

Volgin could probably feel a burning sensation in his open wounds, and all his orifices, making the pain multiply with exposure to the released pollen. Tears were welling involuntarily in his eyes and everything began to itch - but foremost was a slow sense of nausea that grew as the poison was carried deeper into the body in his lungs and his bloodstream.

As for Vinnie, his strength was beginning to return after the punishing drain that followed frenzy plant. Blood oozed, deep green mingling with the generous splatters of red that covered him; that was two of his leaves that had been ripped away.

He forced himself to swallow back the crippling sensation - under no circumstances could he let that electric monster turn his attention back to Sasha now that she had joined the fray. If he needed to, Vinnie would give up all his leaves, his petals to make sure of that. Whatever it took - he grit his teeth to steel himself to that very real possibility.

His own pain made it an ordeal even to stand, much less maneuver himself in a fight. Thankfully, Volgin was reeling from the effects of the pollen himself - this was no time to let up. Vinnie launched a series of sludge bombs from his mouth, aimed towards the staggering giant. Like grenades of toxic waste, they exploded in a huge burst on contact, corroding everything they touched in deadly acid.

The pollen smell she knew well enough, and Sasha quickly moved away despite the pain; her instincts telling her it was too dangerous for her to stay around Vinnie right now. The poison would do its job on Volgin.

Again, cannonballs-like sounds echoed in the middle of fighting, and while most of them merely gazed her, two found their mark. Half of her left horn was cut off as the bullet penetrated most of the bone, leaving half of it mostly dangling in muscles and sinew. It felt like having an ear being bitten and torn off. The other entered her left arm, lodging itself that and burning the insides of her skin. Almost as if her entire arm would burn off.

The two combined sensations of pain along with the wounds she had already did little to bring Sasha back to normal. Filled with rage and bloodlust, she turned towards the assailant, growling loudly as she did so. Without warning charged towards him,, uncaring of her wounds as she breathed out a deadly jet of fire, hoping to cook him alive.

"Get the lizard!" he snapped in Russian to Raikov, a confirmation of the order ~~better not snoot him off~~. His voice was quivering ever so slightly from the "salt" in his wounds. "Get the lizard!"

One of the Soviet's dim memories of boyhood followed the end of the First War, where in the pall of devastation and the haze of Revolution hung the murmurs of the horrors of what he eventually learned was called mustard gas. He had not seen any gasses during the Second War, from where he was, but he knew better than to trust the tongue flapping and paper signing of a bunch of idealist diplomats, and he knew especially better than to trust a fucking Nazi.

This must have been what a gassing felt like (something he quietly applied to some of his prisoners in the past, just to watch them foam and writhe in their interesting death throes -- Alexander Glazunov's Concert Waltz No. 2 set to confiscated soman nerve gas). Volgin howled, but it was agonized, pressing the limits of his pain threshold, as corroding waste burned against his nerves and the exposed meat, marring his already scarred body further. Filth stained into his blood, creeping through his veins like a slow, black fire. His lungs burned with his tearing eyes. It was hurting him to breathe. It was getting difficult to breathe. He never knew an Earthly agony like this, and a terrible resolve boiled within him that this would be the last time he would let that disgusting creature smear its vomit on him again.

But, the Russian could channel pain. He earned his rank, he earned his reputation, and he would not betray his soldierly pedigree and blood so easily; he could channel pain well. He steered his addled, battered body at the frog-monster, electrical arcs flowing across him as he charged again, the current unhindered by his sorry physical state. It was getting harder to control his massive form but, with the distance, came a sort of relief as the pain waned with it. Blood trailed in the snow, and each ragged contraction of his chest heaved tangy flecks. He was not sure if the gasping rattle that accompanied each stride was his.

His hands were bloody, and some of his fingers had been sheared to the bone, but he found himself not caring. His world was that Venusaur's bloated body steaming, open, in the cold.

Edited 2010-12-13 23:27 (UTC)

The sound of continued gunshots and Sasha's rage pulled Vinnie's attention for a second; the new wounds in his sister were a sudden reminder that Volgin was not the only enemy here. At the distance, knocking the weapon out of Raikov's hand with a vine whip was out of the question, and knocking him out completely with a frenzy plant was too risky. And he couldn't get any closer at the risk of subjecting Sasha to his pollen release.

For now, Vinnie had to trust that his sis would be able to handle the smaller man - Volgin was already up and gunning for him. He already looked like hell, covered in blood and burns and sludge. That sort of physical stamina was insane, maybe even impossible.

The Venusaur began to glow with an aura of green energy. Stealing Volgin's strength wouldn't be enough to grow back his leaves, but it'd help him weather the giant's next attack with his own health. He had to last through the assault long enough for the poison to do its work. It was only a matter of time now.

Okay, now was the time to run. So Raikov ran, but occasionally looked back so he could continue to shoot at that crazed lizard chasing after him. He wasn't sure what the other creature was doing but Volgin could handle it, right? At least for a little while more. Once Raikov took care of Sasha, he planned to go after Vinnie. They wanted to team against his Yevgeny? Well, he'd do the exact same.

Impossible for an average human, but Volgin had considered himself more than that. He could make out the green aura of the creature, it stood out in the gray of winter, but he thought of it as a creeping hallucination. His stomach was clutched with nausea and the thunder of his stride addled it further. Still, against the growing pain, pain, pain, pleasure through pain, the black, toxic nauseous green, distance was closing and his fist was brought back, ready to crack against the pokemon's broad snout.

It connected. But even as the Pokemon grunted at the burst of pain, seconds later any signs of a wound, a bruise smoothed away. Now that Volgin was in close proximity with Vinnie, the green aura around him seemed bright enough to swallow them both up - and it did. More vines, all made of light, materialized themselves out of the glow.

The strength was sucked from him simply by proximity to this radiance - stolen away - but the vines were hungrily swarmed Volgin's body, attempting to consume him.

Taking care of Sasha would come at a hard price. The Charizard was in pure animal mode now, not letting the man's speed become a deterrent for her. She was powered by inner rage that seemed to have been bottled for so many years. Her wounds continued to stain the ground as the fire melted the snow, before stopping and a strange hum began to emit from her mouth.

A bright flash of white, deadly light that moved in a straight line. The dragon pulse. It obliterated the nearby tree as she moved it towards Raikov, uncaring how much it hit him.

The smaller Russian was fast but not fast enough to completely dodge an unusual attack such as that.

While he did manage to dodge most of it, Raikov could feel his coat and the skin under it burn. He yelped in pain and tossed himself into the snow, hoping to cool his fresh injuries. Dammit, he had to reload his Makarov as well...

He fumbled with the magazine, his adrenaline pumping and making it hard to concentrate. He had to reload and get up fast, incase Sasha was still chasing after him.

"Ivan!"

Over the stench of electricity cooking blood and slime, over the parasitic aura leeching his ebbing stamina, over fighting with those goddamned vines to keep his fists driving into that monster's skull, Volgin froze, his eyes widened at the explosion from that dragon. His vision was blurry, so hard to see and focus, he could not see his Ivan. His precious Vanya.

Reduced to ash by a dragon.

He momentarily fell to his knees, succumbing to illness, letting the vines take him at that moment, not caring as a dark bloody porridge emptied out from his gut. Vinnie might have noticed a weakening in his stream of punches.

"Vanya!" His voice was a muddy gargle.

That bastard was on his knees - finally. But even knowing that his enemy had been debilitated and was horrifically ill, Vinnie was determined to finish this. They had already fought once, and he let him go. How well did that end? With the monster strangling his sister.

What if he hurt Marie. Or Kojiro? Red?

His instincts were fueled purely by the anger distilled by his own pain and fears at this point - they dictated that for the safety of his family, for everyone, this monster couldn't be allowed to walk away.

Vinnie growled, and mustered up what strength he had left in his legs to throw himself at Volgin in a vicious headbutt. He held nothing back, not even for a bloodied enemy.

"Vany-UNGH!"

The force of the blow had the giant reeling back, tumbling over. It was a struggle to right himself again. His body was too heavy. His breathing worsened even further: His ribs crackled each gasp now, his lungs shuddered and burned, and he tried to pull himself to his feet. His skin and muscle was a stifling weight to bear.

He had to get up.

His body, too old to bear any more punishment, collapsed.

The Soviet's hands and knees caught him. A black, thick blood, like honey, joined the putrid, chunky soup he heaved to the snow. He gagged through a swamp, a desperate, mangled cry for his lover he had sworn himself to protect. His whole body was shaking, trembling, and his vision was tunneling, trembling, couldn't focus anymore. He was terrified now, that if these creatures could best him, what of his Ivan? The fear overrode some of the shackles of his creeping agony, but it was not enough to get him back up.

He drooled, for a moment looking like a scared animal not unlike the black Charizard. He had to fight, had to make sure Ivan's end would not be in vain. He could take these monsters down with him, and join his Ivan wherever he went. Everything is going to be okay.

He arched his exposed back to the cold, planting his palms firmly against the numbing snow, letting the ice numb his wounds. Somewhat grounding himself the best he could, he concentrated, squeezed every volt out of his aching, dying body, directing the building, blazing serpent of current against the Venusaur. Inhibitions left him, and he found himself not caring if the sustaining of such a high voltage without precautions or appropriate attire would very well kill him.

Didn't care. Just kill the frog.

Everything is going to be okay, Ivan.

Raikov could see that his lover was dying... yet he kept fighting. Why? He didn't want to lose Yevgeny again. He refused to. This was the only place where he could live the life he wanted to with Yevgeny and he wasn't about to let that end.

The smaller Russian quickly returned to his feet and began racing towards the other, shouting out to him,

"YEVGENY!"

Volgin's blast hit him, full force - and even with a natural resistance to electricity, the sheer, desperate power behind the attack burned right through him, seizing every nerve and searing through his body from the inside out. He staggered backwards, feeling himself crumbling at the knees as the lightning paralyzed his body with white-hot pain.

With a dull thud, the Venusaur was a collapsed heap on the ground. Sparks flickered across his skin, and even as he tried to summon the strength to get up again, his limbs wouldn't respond. There was smoke wafting from his electric burns, and lights dancing furiously across his vision. Blearily, Vinnie tried to make out what was going on. Something moving, there were... sounds...

It was so easy just to let unconsciousness take him. Too easy. But he still had to fight. Still more enemies, a... smaller man, it seemed like he was saying something. And running towards them. Right. The electric asshole had backup. The one who fired the gunshots. Shot his sister.

He was... going to shoot him too, wasn't he. The Venusaur was a sitting, paralyzed duck. It was a numb realization. All it took now was a bullet to the brain. If he was dead, Sasha was going to die. He couldn't let them...

Vinnie had to defend himself somehow, even in this state. The cloud of poison spores still hung around him, like shimmering dust, but even they were starting to dissipate. Pouring all his willpower into what his floral half had left, Vinnie begged his body to move.

Please, anything.

If he was going to die, he had to make sure Sasha wouldn't.

The voice mercifully stopped the electric barrage; Volgin could hear even the faintest of that voice through the loudest of thunder crashes. His scars were glowing, and had still yet to fade out completely; he gagged and gaped and shuffled in the new searing pain in his chest of the harrowing banquet there; his organs were burning now, not from chemicals but heat. The giant had been engineered to power a city and he could indeed create more voltage than his organic body could handle; it was a matter of managing this current without killing the overproducing organism.

He had no measures against that here, maybe in the redirection patches of his red battle suit, but his rubber suit was simple half-protective insulation, not a guard against industrial heavy current. His body was paying dearly. New blood pooled from reopened scar tissue in red, gentle rivers. Some parts of the suit had melted to his skin.

Still, he turned to that voice, mouthing very slowly, with trembling, unfocused eyes that could not quite see right:

"Vanya."

Awkwaaaard.

Marie had volunteered to go shopping with Sasha and Vinnie that day, but they wouldn't mind waiting another 20 minutes for him to show up, right? Clearly they weren't going to get into any trouble without him. ... And so imagine Marie's surprise when he happened upon his teammates. In their Pokemon forms. And they were hurt.

He didn't recognize the other two injured people, but he had a sinking feeling that they were involved with Vinnie and Sasha's current states. Hell no Marie wasn't as brave and bold as Vinnie was. He watched the situation from a distance for a second or two, fretting about what to do. No more hesitating, Marie, your friends are in danger.

Still in his human form, he sprinted towards the Venusaur first, but identified the poison spores before getting too close. With astounding bravery, he turned to the giant and his companion; "WHAT DID YOU DO," and mid-sentence, he quickly turned to Squirtle form, "DID YOU HURT THEM?" Although that last part may have sounded more like a shrill and non-intimidating, "Squir squir squirtle!"

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