LOVE AND SACRIFICE
A month later
Love and Sacrifice: Underground Resistance
*Kaor, I've been tracking down the Jarlisen resistance groups. They
were suspicious of our ulterior motives at first, but I think they
trust us now.*Hali's antennae twitched slightly, remembering how
long it had taken her to get the people of the continent to trust
her. Very few of them had known about the hybrid program as it was
being conducted, and were not sure whether the half pokemon, half
human teenagers were truly fighting for the people.
Kaor nodded, running his hand through his tri-colored hair. *Good. My
base is going under the process of being modified to accommodate a
few of them. How's the tunnel we planned going?*
*Great! Those sandslash and dugtrios that Erian lent us are really
working out. It's a good thing our bases aren't too far apart though,
otherwise it'd take weeks.* Hali brightened considerably. When Erian
had offered to take the risk of sending the ground pokemon force she
and Kaor desperately needed, she had been very grateful of the
Farican hybrid's generosity.
Kaor smiled slightly, thanking Erian in his mind. The spunky little
ground hybrid was the complete opposite of him, and he could not help
but find himself almost admiring the ways she surprised all of them,
whether by teasing Kenji mercilessly, or proving to be an excellent
soldier in battle. *I have no idea what we'd do without those
pokemon... There aren't many ground types in Jarlis.*
*Mostly poison and bug types... Oh well, I'm not complaining! I have
to go, time limit's up!* Hali's image started to fade.
*Same here, bye Hali!*
Despite the fact that the hybrids had tended to 'hang out' in groups
from different continents, the current situation had forced them to
work together with those they had not originally been overly familiar
with; the ones that came from the same places. In Jarlis, Kaor and
Hali, surprisingly, had been two of the most productive ones, keeping
the small tropical continent relatively safe from Team Rocket by
going country at a time, finding those pokemon and humans capable of
protecting the borders, then setting up training programs, and their
own little pseudo armies.
But the reason that they were able to set up their army was not
because of the size of Jarlis, or because the people were more
co-operative. It was simply just because Jarlis was in a far off
corner of the world, and neither Sai nor the Y-Faction, as the
renegade Zentai members now called themselves, had bothered to
attempt to take control of it, and now it would be too much of a
hassle to do so. The only other continent that was free from Zentai
was the gypsy ridden landmass of Indeli, where Siana and Corvet were
from, but not for long. Due to the high number of humans with psychic
potential, both Sai and the Y-Faction were doing their best to
conquer the nation.
"This is pitiful, Siana," Corvet remarked as she sat a-top
her Gyrados, regarding the new wave of volunteers to replace the
injured and deceased soldiers and pokemon. "They're so
"So are we," the Psychic hybrid replied, leaning against
"But we're hybrids; we were born to mature faster. They're just
normal humans!" She protested.
"Not all of them."
"Some of them probably have a little pokemon in them."
Siana shifted her weight from the lugia to her own two feet, standing
straight. "C'mon, they trust us to pick out the new
Sighing, the water hybrid followed Siana. She was not liking this new
turn of the war... When it was just the hybrids in danger, she was
fine with that, but with this whole new multitude of young men, women
and pokemon, hands still clean from the blood of enemy soldiers...
No, it was not right! She should not be letting innocent civilians
march into battle like mareep to the slaughterhouse. They were too
inexperienced. Maybe they could stand up to a normal pokemon battle,
but this kind of fight? The only kind of fight they knew were
friendly brawls by a campfire or unrealistic massacres on TV. Corvet
had seen too many enthusiastic young teens rush into battle, only to
return with their favorite pokemon, or best friend, lying dead and
bleeding in their arms...
The two hybirds looked over the line of volunteers, and Siana shook
her head sullenly. Corvet was right, they were too green, too
soft and unaware as to what they were getting into. They would do
though, but it might be a good idea to give them a tour of the
injured ward and see their reactions... She spotted a few promising
psychics that she might want to save for a last-resort battle, where
they would need their most powerful forces. There were also a few
allegedly good water-pokemon trainers that Corvet might be interested
When she really thought about it, this batch was not all that bad,
In Farica, Erian and Jorvis started to lose any hope that they had
clung on to. The large continent, being close to Eurel and Arasia and
a goldmine of resources and pokemon, plus able-bodied, young,
impressionable people, had been an immediate target for the
Y-Faction, and Sai. Unfortunately for Erian and Jorvis, they had to
deal with two enemy groups at war with each other and a whole
continent of confused people. And each other.
Laying sideways on a large armchair, Erian toyed with one of her
braids, having braided her short dark brown hair again a few days ago
to keep it out of the way, and spoke from where she sat to Jorvis
over a comm. unit. "Jorvis, stop worrying about Hali! She's safe
in Jarlis. You should be worrying about your own sorry
Surprised at her blatant use of swear words, Jorvis stopped moping
over the bug hybrid for a moment, and starred attentively at the
screen with his dark brown eyes. "But what can we do? This is no
simple 'assassinate the leaders and take-over their base' war! This
is full-scale 'take over whole countries and keep the people on
"I know, Joseph told me..." Erian sighed, for she and her
brother were becoming more and more distant with each day. They did
not have time to sit around and chat about nothing. They both had
commitments that took them different places. "Look, just... get
in contact with me if anything comes up."
He snorted, rubbed one hand over his nearly bald head. He could never
keep still when he was agitated. "Nothing's gonna happen
Erian... Everyone's too scared to fight back. They'd rather suck up
to one side and hope they get protected. They've been doing that for
the past month, so what makes you think they'd stop now?"
Erian did not even bother answering; she knew Jorvis was right.
"Bye," she said simply, shutting off the link. She could
not currently understand what Hali saw in Jorvis... According to the
bug hybrid, he had a warm soft heart. Well, she herself had yet to
see it, and at the moment, Jorvis was acting like a pessimistic
stubborn jerk. She did *not* care if he missed Hali! She had her own
On the worst ends of it all were the Arasian and Eurelian hybrids.
Quite surprisingly, or maybe not, Blade was one of the ones suffering
the most, not only from the war, but from his own family.
"Carey, father's going to do it anyway, isn't he?" Blade
asked Carey, on of the younger of his sisters, only twenty-three. She
had blonde hair and green eyes, and was a nice, tiny, pretty little
thing, but being of Blade's family, she was, of course, intelligent.
"Blade..." She reached out to place a hand on his shoulder,
but he flinched away, trying not to let her show any sympathy to him.
Gingerly, she took her hand back and laid it limply by her side.
"Little brother, there's nothing you can do to change his mind
when he's like this. He's set on it."
, Blade turned to face his sister. His eyes were red,
maybe from crying earlier, but they now held a glint of anger. Never
before had Carey, or any of his sisters, seen him this displeased
with anyone before, even their father. "He can't
sign that contract with Sai! Is he mad?"
"No, he's thinking about the family."
With an anguished cry, Blade punched at the door, the steel blade
piercing easily through the expensive wood. Panting, he tried to
breathe in slowly, and calm himself, before withdrawing the blade and
stabbing the door again, and again, and again...
"The door didn't do anything to you Blade-" She started to
say, but stopped when he turned to glare at her, a maniacal gleam to
"Would you rather I stab father? Maybe that's the best solution,
don't you think?"
Carey walked up to him and slapped him. "How
dare you say that about father!"
Un-repentant, he looked defiantly at her. "How dare you
slap me..." He replied quietly. "He never liked me much, I
know! He was disappointed that his only son should be a hybrid, and
not only that, but-"
"You know he doesn't care about that Blade!" She snapped
"He doesn't care that I'm not really straight or human?" He
let out a short bark of cold laughter. "Remember our Saturday
night walks? Those were no father-son bonding experiences
Carey!" Suddenly, the anger left his eyes, replaced by sadness.
"Do you know that I used to watch him with you guys all the
time, and envy the love he lavished upon all twenty-nine of you? Or
how I used to hate the way his eyes would soften as he spoke to you,
but harden when he spoke to me?" He half-turned away from his
sister. "I know he still loves me, but it hurts..." He
turned back to her. "It hurts like hell that he wishes from the
bottom of his heart that I was more than I am! That I was different,
that I was a normal, human boy! And that he hated my mother
for letting them turn me into a hybrid!"
Now crying, Carey backed away from her brother, unsure of what to do.
She had never seen him like this, never seen him let go of his
emotions so completely. She could practically see the conflicting
feelings swirling around in a chaotic mess within his heart.
"Blade..." Again, she reached out for him, but yet again,
he flinched away, and this time, ran out, seeking solace in Elena,
his only sister that he believed saw things his way, and Sahn, his
That was two days ago, and he was now regretting what he had said.
"No..." Running up to Elena, he placed his hands on her
shoulder, shaking her. "Please tell me I miss-heard you!"
He felt like he had been run-through with his own blades, except it
was not a physical hurt. It felt like... It felt like he experienced
not only his own grief but the sorrow of everyone around him.
She gently took his hands off her shoulder and then hugged him
tightly, resting her chin on top of his head, hoping he did not mind
her tears in his hair. "I'm sorry Blade, but...he's
Valiantly, he tried to fend off his tears, but he could not, and now
was not a time to keep his emotions locked up... His father had just
died. Shot dead by a Y-Faction sniper.
"Blade," his sister said, knowing that he was going through
worse pain than her, "please don't blame yourself; you couldn't
have convinced him not to side with Team Rocket..." She broke
off the hug and held him a little distance away from her, trying to
judge how he felt.
"Yes I could've!" He protested, amidst tears. "Maybe
if I'd just been a normal human..."
"Blade! Stop that nonsense now! You're fine just the way you
are." She hugged him again, kissing his forehead.
"Look," she wiped her own tears away with a tissue, then
wiped his, "I need to go home to my mother, she needs me
Again, Blade felt like he had been run-through with his blades, and
this time, they had been twisted mercilessly until where there had
once been solid flesh, was bloody pulp. "Can't... Can't I
come?" He asked hopefully.
"Sorry Blade, but there's only one spot left in the car. It's
dangerous enough as it is for me to go..."
He sighed. He had been wishing for too much. "Yeah, I
know." Again, he hugged her. "Call me when you get there,
okay? And tell your mother I wish her well."
She gave him one tight squeeze before letting him go. "Bye
Kei!" She called out as she left his room, using the little
nickname she called him every now and then.
Confused by the raging surge of emotions he felt all at once, Blade
dug through his drawers and took out the keys Elena had given him.
Quickly, he made it to the Professor's private little room and
started to leaf through the documents, trying to find something of
interest, something that would take his mind away from what he felt.
"The Xero system?" Curious, Blade opened the file, looking
over the blue-prints. "Interesting..." And a weird, twisted
little smile crept onto his lips.
Love and Sacrifice: Who knows best?
Shadow climbed to the top of a tree, looking down with a sigh. The
recent weeks had brought nothing much for the dark hybrid to do,
giving him more than adequate time to brood over his life. Despite
the fact that he appeared to have a dead soul, deep inside him was a
raging storm of feelings, a tangle of emotions that he would never
even dare to try un-raveling and figuring out.
But he thought about them occasionally. When he could find nothing
else about the current confusing war to think about, he found himself
once again thinking about his life, wondering what on earth had
happened to Tahari and Donna, who seemed to have dropped off the face
of the earth, probably dead. Or what Donari was doing, on her
isolated, un-charted island, a tiny little cozy place for refugees of
the war to hide out. Sometimes he even thought about the other
hybrids, Blade and Siana mostly, trying to think of a way that they
could help each other to win this war, or just simply thinking about
Other times he actually thought about himself, and this was why he
dread having time to think. When he thought about himself, he
remembered what had happened to him those few years ago; he
remembered how he had been hurt by those closest to him, and he
remembered Essee... S.C, Specimen C. He remembered how at such a
young age, his soul had started dying, killed by the lessons he was
being taught, and when he grew old enough to be sent on actual
missions, killed by the fact that he was taking other's lives.
Extremely grateful for the pokemon's interruption of his thoughts,
Shadow climbed down the tree, looking curiously at the pokemon.
"Breon, umbreon," the pokemon spoke, its red eyes glowing.
"Umbreon eon, umreon breon."
In response, Shadow sat down, leaning against the tree's sturdy
trunk. "I thought we had agreed to stay out of each other's
The pokemon snorted, walking over to him and then sitting by his
side. It emitted a shrill cry, and the houndoom also trotted up,
settling by his other side. "You are our brother. We make a pack
together," the umbreon replied in its pokemon language.
"The bond between us is strong, yet you try to ignore it."
"Dark pokemon work together," the houndoom added, speaking
using a combination of spoken words, nearly inaudible noises, and
body language. "We are all dark pokemon, whether dual type, or a
hybrid, or full dark type. We were created to be in this war
together, and you are our leader, so we must work together like the
dark pokemon we are."
Closing his bright green eyes, Shadow brushed away some of the wild
bangs that covered his now shut eyes, his ears flat against his head.
"I don't want to get close to anyone..." Was his whispered
reply in an arasian dialect that the pokemon understood.
"I know what happened to you. Essee is dead, and your first pack
left you. Forget the humans and the eevee. We are your pack
now." The umbreon did not understand what the hybrid's problem
was... Packs abandoned one sometimes, and deaths could not be
avoided, or reversed. Why could he not just go on with his life and
concentrate on the war? He was fine in battle, a perfect soldier,
functioning as he should. But when they were not fighting, he was too
much of a recluse, withdrawing from even them. Dark pokemon were not
known to be affectionate, or vocal, but they usually stuck together.
They did not abandon their pack at strange times to be by themselves.
"You don't understand..." Shadow told the pokemon, about to
get up, but the houndoom had anticipated this, and body slammed him
against the tree, winding him. "What are you doing?" He
demanded when he caught his breath back.
"Listen to us!" The houndoom barked, its devil tail
flicking with frustration. "You are letting your human side
interfere too much! You are more pokemon than human, so don't let
your lesser side dominate your more superior side! It has interfered
with your natural instincts too much! You neglect us, and you ignore
the offers of the other hybrids, despite their types, to join our
pack!" Having said what he needed to, the devil dog pokemon got
off him, standing in front of him with its head held high. "If
you won't speak with us, then re-call us."
Not sure what to do, Shadow stood, looking at the two pokemon.
"I wish I could get you to see things my way."
"No," the Umbreon answered. "We wish you would
see things our way. The life you lead is dead. You lock yourself up
and do not even attempt to understand yourself or others. Some may
envy your way of life, not having to care about others, because you
really don't have anyone to care about. But it's not a life. It's a
pointless existence. Re-call us. Now."
Immediately, he pressed the button on the silver collar he wore, and
the pokemon disappeared into the small red beams. Although the
pokemon had only wanted to help him, they had succeeded in confusing
him even more... But they were right, he did lock himself up and he
did not even know who he was anymore. To him, he truly existed only
on the battlefield, where he could redeem himself somewhat, fighting
to help others.
Quietly, he returned to Indenki's base, where he and Kenji were
staying at the moment, as it was closer to Eurel than their other
bases, and at the moment, they were working on forming a sort of
alliance with the larger continent. They also got to keep an eye on
Jarith Oak, who had recently shown signs of coming out of his coma
Corse was under much the same predicament that Farica was. Large
continent, large population of able young men and women, large
variety of pokemon. Exactly the kind of place that Sai and the
Y-faction needed. Merideth, Xeth, and Tevix were under a lot of
strain, doing their best to salvage some sort of army, for the
Corsens where a stubborn kind of people, un-willing to go down
without a battle, even if it meant nearly killing off their younger
From the window of a building he was currently stationed in, Xeth
watched the people run to hide, for there might be a Y-Faction troop
marching through any time that day. Sadly, he watched a group of
orphans running into an abandoned store, grabbing as much food as
they could carry, then searching for somewhere to hide. On an
impulse, he opened the window he was looking out of. "Hey kids!
Over here!" He yelled, and they looked up, fearfully at first,
until the one that seemed to be their leader, a young girl with
platinum blonde hair and green eyes, started to run towards the door
to the building, and they all followed.
He ran downstairs, meeting up with them as they entered the front
door. "I'm Xeth," he introduced himself, holding out his
hand for them to shake.
At first, they examined him curiously, noting his long, pale tail,
with the burning flame at the end, and his extremely smooth, hairless
"You're the fire hybrid!" The leader finally exclaimed,
dropping her stuff and shaking his hand with her own tiny one.
"I'm Sarah Resith!" She introduced herself proudly.
"This is my group. Chris is the brown haired one with the blue
eyes, Gina is the girl in the yellow dress with red hair, Betsy is
the girl with the black hair, and the little blonde kid is my little
They all ranged from Sarah, the oldest, at about nine or ten, to
James, at about three or four. Xeth wished there was something he
could do for them, but the most he could do was provide somewhere for
them to live in for that day, as his unit of soldiers would be moving
tomorrow. "Nice to meet you. How'd you guys like to stay here
overnight, meet some of the soldiers, maybe see their pokemon...
"Yeah!" They all exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Hey," Sarah spoke again, looking strangely at him.
"Why are you doing this?"
He smiled, ruffling her hair. "I could use some company, " he
said. "Now come on, let me introduce you to my troops!"
Picking up James, for he had noticed that the little boy had seemed a
little too tired, he led them over to where those of his group who
were not fighting that day had gathered. At first, they were a little
annoyed at him for taking in the little gang, but eventually they
warmed up to the spunky little kids, especially the loud mouthed
"Xeth's troops are being forced to retreat further and further
west Merideth. We're losing the east coast!" Tevix exclaimed,
speaking to her over a vid-phone. "So far my troops are doing
well against them. They weren't expecting such a mixed group,
especially such a high number of high level ghost pokemon, but it
won't be long before they gather a force able to defeat us. We can
only surprise them so many times."
"I know Tevix!" She exclaimed. "My troop of dragon,
ice, and electric pokemon is holding out, but... Wait! I have an
The ghost hybrid perked up a little. "What is it?"
"Let's mix up our troops! Like, swap pokemon or something.
That'll buy us some time. Not much, but it'll do for a while."
"That's a great idea! I'll tell Xeth." He was about to shut
off the link, when he remembered something. "Have you heard from
Swift or Blade lately?"
Her eyes darkened a little. "No..." She replied softly.
"Well, I heard from Swift two weeks ago, he said that Blade's
working on some new device that melds one's mind with their
pokemon... I'm really worried about him though! He lost his father
about three weeks ago, and no one's really heard much from him
"He's just caught up with his project I suppose," Tevix
replied. "Sh*t! We're being attacked! I gotta go!" And he
shut off the link abruptly.
Merideth shut off the vid-phone, sighing as she curled up in her
chair in her dragon form. Like this, she was able to relax a little
more, but not as much as she would like to. She was worried, very
worried. Aita, Swift, Vair, Blade, Shadow, Indenki, and Kenji had it
worse than all the other hybrids combined, and she feared for their
lives, especially Swift and Blade...