Blood Games

[Coloursfall]

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Deep in the bowels of The City, is a ring of illegal Pokemon battles to the death. This crime ring is unlike anything ever experienced in The City before - Pokemon enhanced by genetic manipulations, so they are more powerful. The genes of another Pokemon make them stronger, faster, smarter, or with new moves and abilities that they would normally not be able to use. It does not normally alter their appearance in any way, so it's hard to tell those who were changed in this way from a normal Pokemon.

Battles are bloody and dangerous, and usually end in one of the combatant's deaths. Most of the Pokemon used for this were bred just for the purpose, and don't know about life outside of The City's undergrounds. It was them who named it 'The City', since they do not know of it's real name.

Will you kill all those you are forced to battle? Or be more merciful...?

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Agrona lifted her head, blood dripping from her scythes. She glanced down at the nameless creature she had just killed - well, he (she?) probably wasn't nameless, she just didn't care what it was. There always seemed to be more nameless, personality-less, pointless foes than she could count - she liked to call them mooks - and was rather irritating. They fell to fast, to easy, never putting up a fight. It wasn't any fun to kill one. She longed for a true opponent, with a name, a face, a family that would cry when they were slain.

She licked some blood from her right scythe, and flitted towards her waiting human. There had to be a worthy opponent somewhere.

 

[Evolutionary]

My's eyes locked on her opponent watching for signs of movement. The Machamp looked rather frightening but Machamp were known to be slow...I could outspeed it then use Air Slash scoring a Super Effective hit.

I was very good at the strategy and speedy side of battling but when it came do actually doing it I felt scared. But I had no choice to do it as my trainer like most here was a horrible person, mean and ruthless.

I was allowed some privileges by her 'master' as she was told to call her as I could speak a little human, but not much.

As I was thinking in the air the Machamp could do nothing about her and I was almost glad to be part Togekiss. I readied herself and at the last moment thought of a better plan.

Shooting down to the ground I almost immediately dug into the ground with a deep hole, the Machamp looked around surprised at the sudden rush of air but saw nothing. His trainer was shouting at it.

I launched herself up out of the ground and hit with both Dig and Air Slash at the same time knocking out the Machamp blood spilling from the cut leftover from the Air Slash. I tried to not look at it and see the damage I had done.

'Excellent' Master said.

I almost exploded with joy until she realized that she was whispering to herself.

'Cat, you come here' Master said.

I walked over, I was called Cat by my Master as she had no name as far as Master knew.

'We've won about 20 battles today, it's a new record. I think that you should get a little something for it'

My heart leapt, what would it be?

'You will get to have 3 minutes of free time tonight, you will not run away understood?'

'Yes Master' I whispered

'Good, come with me'

I followed Master to a fenced up area, in fact even above so I could not fly away.

'You are to spend your freetime here, understood?'

'Yes Master'

'Your time starts now'

 

[Mewtwo]

Moonlight had sweat dripping down her entire body. The Flygon in front of her was nearly beat. Moonlight hated to do this, but she swept forward like a blur and killed the Flygon with a swift bite to the neck. Moonlight had to kill her opponent, or else her Master would punish her and hurt her. Moonlight had to get away from the Flygon quickly, and not look back, as she was hemophobic((like I am in real life)). This not only helped Moonlight, it made her look vicious. She trotted back toward her Master.

 

[Dragon]

Storm glared at the second-rate Pokechow in front of her. Alright, she could kill a Wailord more than thirty times her size, fight a two on one and kill her opponents or seriously injure them, but she couldn't get rid of this.. dung?

With a growl, Storm picked a pellet out of the shallow bowl. It was either eat or starve, and she didn't want to die yet. Tasteless and disgusting they may be, but they would keep her alive for a while.

"Right, lizard, let's go. You're to fight in an hour. Three matches five minutes after the end of each." Her owner, Storm snorted at that, popped in and yelled something at her. Storm had learned to block out everything he said, it was usually about combat training or a fight anyways.

Meaning she had to train until the match. Great. Storm nodded slightly, moving to leave the room.

 

[Arcanine]

The Dragonite was humongous. After all, the Wailord genes he had had to show on something. So this means I can probably outspeed him.

Freezing his feet on the ground (for he was so big he couldn't fly), Kenshi prepared a mixed element bite (or Frostfire Crunch as he liked to call it). He smiled while doing this, mostly out of irony. He remembered the first time he showed it to the unworthy boy that called himself 'Master'. After all the training he had put in mixing Crunch, Fire Fang and Ice Fang, the kid acted like he had remembered it.

Kenshi put all of his anger on the attack, and as usual the opponent fell, not handling the loss of blood. It's not hard to outspeed anyone, actually.

"Kenshi, come now." He followed his 'master', stepping carefully not to get in front of him. When they were alone in the street, the boy kicked Kenshi in the ribs, and the Arcanine faked to be in suffering and fell. "You took too long to finish the battle. You know what happens if we get late to enter the tournament, don't you?" Kenshi faked to be painfully getting up.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry." He then followed the boy to the tournament grounds. He was just a boy, but had more painful ways than a kick to punish Kenshi.

 

[Storm Earth and Fire]

Karg's opponent this time was a strange one, but not particularly strong, an Espeon, which Karg's master said was supposed to have Typhlosion genes. Karg was convinced by the streams of fire, but that didn't bother him at all. Nothing in the arena could, really, especially after the blood haze descended on his mind.

He began running at his opponent, but instead leapt up and flew, using magnetism. The most frightening of his abilities, at least, that's what master said. Clearly his opponent didn't know of this. Looking up, the Espeon only saw two horns and a plate of steel coming down on it.

Karg leapt back, and then grasped his opponent, plunging his claws deep into the Espeon's torso. He raised it into the air, and then ran electricity through his claws. The Espeon flailed for about half a minute, then stopped. Karg viciously threw the corpse at the arena wall. He raised his hands in victory.

 

[Mad MOAI]

Although the Gyarados was much bigger than him, Mawlrath couldn't say it stood much of a chance.

Sure, it could bite him, but his steel body would deflect most of the blow. However, water might be a problem. Fortunately he would be able to stomp down on the Gyarados's body, and then it would possibly be doom.

Now the Gyarados was rushing at him with an Aqua Tail. He dug his claws into the ground and hardened his steel body, taking damage but a bit less than he would have.

 

[Darksong]

Flash looked back at her owner, then at the Pinsir in font of her. She shook her head and gave a laughing sound that seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?"

The Pinsir leaped at her, horns forward, and at that moment, Flash realized it had rather hard skin. It almost gripped her, but with her vastly superior speed, the Flareon ducked under and came back around with a Flame Wheel to its back. As the Pinsir swirled around, Flash powered herself up with a Swords Dance.

((Sorry, got to go, so I stopped my post early))

 

[Sylph]

Pathetic.

That was all there was to say about my opponent. The pokemon that stood before me was a average ratata that had the genes of a houndour. I shake my head at the very thought.

This was an insult on my very skill.

I look over my shoulder and glare at the human that claims to own me. How he believes that, I don't know, but I'll humour him for today. For Today.

The Ratata lunges at me, with fire on it's fangs. I sigh and lift my hand, a purple glow surrounding my hand. One quick Psychic, and the deed was done.

It's quite interesting what pokemon look like when their brain have just been crushed within their skull. Blood oozing out of their ears, a glassy look in their eyes, and a look of shock and confusion on their face.

I turn away from my opponent and glide back over to the human, stopping just behind him.

"Not bad Ming. You could have done more damage and made it bloodier. This was too quick for my taste."

I look at her, a sly smirk on my face. He stares at me before grabbing my arm, glaring at me.

"Don't start acting all high and mighty with me, you little welp. I own you. You do what I tell you too"

As tempting as it was to crush his mind right there, I restrain myself to only speak through my mind into his.

You don't own me. Nothing can keep me here and nothing can stop from killing you when I wish. My mate is dead and my babies are gone. You have nothing, you worthless flesh bag. Now unhand me before you dirty my dress.

One couldn't clock how fast he let go of my arm, fear in his eyes. Seems he realizes what he is dealing with. The monster he created. I believe he now fears my power.

This should prove to be useful in the future.

 

[Thorne]

((Moon-Panther and Eeveeskitty, would you mind to write in third-person instead of first? It really bugs me out, and it seems out of place in a RP like this))

Valentin sat leaning on a wall in the little room he was locked into, trying to sleep, but he couldn't. Orders of killing his enemies echoed through his head. "Is my life going to be like this forever?" he thought, "That's not right, a life isn't meant to be about taking the life of others" Suddenly his right leg began twitching, which turned into a violent seizure, which just stopped in a flash, as sudden as it began. Valentin let out a sigh and tried to sleep once again.

 

[Dragon]

Storm padded into the 'training room'. Hah, that was a joke. The room was little more than an empty room with a sack stuffed with cotton laying in the corner. It also doubled as her sleeping area.

Well, might as kick the sack around to amuse the human, Storm thought. As long as he doesn't use the electric thing-

"Alright, lizard, your match is up." Storm hissed. That wasn't an hour..? "The match ahead of ours was quickly finished. The crowd wants to see more blood, so we're going ahead." The human held up a metal ring, and Storm winced inwardly.

"Right, I'm moving," she muttered, and made her way to the stage. Always the same stage. Storm glared at her opponent, a... Yanmega. With sparking wings... Must have some electric genes. A bell clanged, and Storm jumped towards the hovering dragonfly, her teeth crackling with fire. She landed a bite on the Yanmega's abdomen, receiving a powerful shock in return.

Fine. If the humans wanted blood, they'd get it. With a roar, Storm tore at the bug's wing with a claw surrounded by dark aura.. Shadow Claw. The Yanmega screeched in a high-pitched voice and slammed into the ground. Still moving. Storm leered over her opponent, deciding to draw the match out as long as possible.

 

[Exo-Raikou]

You lose.

Fero looked down at the pokemon he had just killed. It was a measly Leafeon whose genes had been combined with a Flareon to protect its weaknesses. Hardly a match for him. It tried to attack from a distance, not realizing that Fero had the DNA of a Garchomp hidden within him. One Dig and six Cross Poisons later, it was over.

Where can I find a worthy opponent, he thought, One that will push me to my absolute limits and show me the true thrill of battle

I do wonder if such an enemy exists, he thought, slinking out of the arena and back to his nest.

 

[Storm Earth and Fire]

The bloodthirsty crowds cheered. As Karg was about to walk out, though, he heard something else behind him. He turned to see another opponent. A very strong gust blew, flames following on it's heels. A Shiftry stood there.

Two in a row. Hahaha, this'll be fun., Karg thought, the blood on his claws not dry yet.

So far, he deduced some sort of fire-type, again, for the mutagen. Karg glided upward magnetically again, and dived down at the Shiftry, who was still dispersing fire with it's leafy hands. Karg lowered his head. He hit something, but it wasn't the Shiftry. His head pounded the ground, and as he got up, he was struck by something. It rattled his body, indicating some fighting-type as well.

Blaziken. Or something., Karg thought.

He flicked his tail around, which swept the Shiftry off it's feet. Karg then fully recovered his senses before turning around. A flurry of leaves rushed his way. They smashed at his body, but it wasn't anything terrible like the Shiftry's physical blows. He discharged and zapped many of them out of the air after a moment. He then turned the electricity towards the Shiftry, which received a good shock, but also nothing that would finish it anytime soon. Karg stopped when he saw this. He flew up and this time drew his claws on the Shiftry as he dived. He ended up swiping at air, but was able to quickly recover and get some good hits on his opponent. The Shiftry leapt back. They faced each other.

((When can we fight each other? =P ))

 

[Mewtwo]

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((When can we fight each other? =P ))

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[Coloursfall]

((soon, soon. Direct all OOC to the OOC thread, though. You can decide who you want to fight once we start there, if you like))

Agrona landed lightly on her human's shoulder, her wings buzzing occasionally. He was proud of her, he said. She would get good food today, he said. She flicked her wings and wondered what it'd be like to chop his head off.

He carried her down to the entrance to the underground complex that the Pokemon lived in and opened the heavy iron door, and shook her off his shoulder, shooing her down the passage. When the door clanged shut, it was dark. She puffed out a small purple fireball that hovered just before her, which illuminated the way to the depths of the Undercity, where they lived all together. She passed a large plaque as she flew into the massive underground city, glancing up at it's familiar words - some of the more... Hopeful Pokemon had painted it. The humans didn't know it existed, since they never came down here.

In messy green paint on the wall, five words stood out in foot-tall letters.

'All Pokemon Are Created Equal'

What a laugh. Agrona snorted and hovered inside. She knew that the fights would be over soon, and the doors locked for the night.

 

[Darksong]

Finally, Flash jumped in with a Slash, and then another right after that. Both of them had been aimed at the Pinsir's face. Now that there was an open wound, and it was in shock, it was time for the real fun to start.

The Flareon used her Flamethrower attack directly at the Pinsir's face. It screamed in pain, and while it was distracted, Flash used Swords Dance again. Her cream-colored tail and mane seemed to glow golden, and she aimed a final Slash at the Pinsir, except horizontal, clawing it directly through the heart. She grinned and chuckled as its cry of agony lowered to a dying whisper.

 

[allitersonance]

Steel-types.

Usually, they would be considered the worst kind of opponent for a pokemon like Weaver. They shrugged off any of her poison-type attacks, resisted any of her mental and physical attacks, and this one happened to be faster than her. Or at least, he had been, but her constant running and dancing around had brought up her speed to match his.

Undoubtedly her opponent's trainer thought that he must've provoked her trainer into trying to prove a point. She might have believed that, as well, had this particular steel-type not been an empoleon. A fire-breathing empoleon that could fly, perhaps, but an empoleon nonetheless.

Scorched remains of webbing may have been scattered all over the floor, and perhaps the light burns on her back were more than the light scratches she'd managed to score on the empoleon's skin, but the empoleon had burns of his own - electrical burns. They were only light ones, of course - she'd attacked him early in the battle, and found that any electricity she charged was discharged directly into his body every time she touched him. Since then, the empoleon had been keeping her at a distance with flames and blasts of water, but the entire time, she'd been charging up so much electricity she couldn't even keep still any more without shaking violently.

Naturally, she could just release the energy from here, but the last time she had done that, he'd managed to throw up an invisible shield in time. No, she'd have to go for something else. Something she didn't have to keep still to focus on - she knew she'd be incapable of it right now.

As flames flickered within the empoleon's beak, Weaver's body darkened and melted into the shadows. Of course, the empoleon spewed the flames at the shadow, but it was already gone by the time the flames licked the dirt, and she circled around him, feeling the transparent shield blocking her path. She leapt from the shadows, continuing to circle the shield until she felt it disappear. Then she lunged.

The empoleon didn't have time to even call forth another flamethrower before her leg grazed his metal blade. Immediately, all of the electricity she'd stored in her body shot through her leg and into the empoleon's body. His scream punctuated a great flash that blinded Weaver, and she felt a great fire on her leg.

With a gasp, she pulled away, though the electricity had already left her. She looked down at her leg - burned, of course, but the pattern was more similar to an electrical burn. She'd tried to send too much electricity through too little space, and she'd gotten punished for it. Perhaps she should have simply released the energy where she stood.

But then it wouldn't have been nearly so dramatic, and the empoleon would likely not have been taken down in this single shot. Not only defeated, but dead, she could see. The empoleon's chest wasn't moving. Gingerly keeping one leg off the ground and out of the way, she walked over to him and began to feed, tearing off the softer part of his flesh to get at the insides - or more accurately, sucking out the blood.

Naturally, the crowd cheered.

-

"That was great, Weaver." Master sighed, a grin still on his face. "I know that leg hurts and I shouldn't be celebrating it, but it looked so cool! I should've brought Brother to see it."

He was spraying her leg with that strange stinging liquid, the one that quickened her healing so much that her leg would be back to normal within the hour. It was an expensive medicine, but it could heal nearly anything. Soon her burnt flesh would fall off, replaced by the newly-regenerated leg. She could regenerate a leg herself, easily, but this was much faster and less painful. Master wanted her to be in her best shape before every battle.

"Don't be running around for twenty minutes and send it down one leg again. I know you can take a thunder and send it down all eight, but even you have your limits. If you'd let the battle go on for another five, that leg would be gone." He patted her on the head. "But that was good. I'll bring you a treat tomorrow. A live yanmega, I think. You don't mind if I silk you then, do you?"

"It's fine," she said. She didn't speak unless he asked her a question, because that just wasn't done. And she wouldn't refuse him, either. Master was a good person.

"Good. Now, come on, you should get some rest." He stood up, and walked alongside her to the entrance of the Undercity. Upon arrival, she stopped and looked up at him.

"See ya." He pulled open the iron door, stepping back to let her through. She scuttled down the steps, hearing a second farewell follow her down the stairs.

Indeed, Master was kind. She was lucky to have him.

 

[Mad MOAI]

Mawlrath took a swift stomp at the Gyarados's middle. There was a loud crack, and it lay nearly paralyzed. Just a bit more to kill it.

He knew he was hurt. That had been a fierce Aqua Tail. Had it been combined with a Swampert or something? He squinted one eye with the pain that resounded through his leg. It had been the same one with which he had stomped.

Was this Pokemon Steel-type too?

No time for that. He used all his focus into a Psychic, practically slicing at the Gyarados's mind. Even after that, it seemed nearly invulnerable.

This would be tougher than he thought.

A silver energy gathered around one of his right legs. It seemed to harden greatly, and he took one last stamp at his opponent's neck with a fully-charged Meteor Mash.

Its eyes were frozen open.

He turned expectantly to his Trainer with a confident look.

 

[Storm Earth and Fire]

((Where are my manners? Will pay attention for when we start fighting each other.))

Karg, as usual, made the first move. He simply ran at the Shiftry. Flames were fanned his way. He swept through them with his arms, gritting his teeth against the heat. Karg raised a hand, and then brought it down on the Shiftry, and then make a quick series of swipes. He then saw a leafy hand move towards him. Karg quickly turned and swatted it away with his tail, though that still hurt a bit. He then retaliated, using the energy from the Shiftry's punch to swing his tail again with far more force. The Shiftry was simply knocked aside. Karg glided over to it and stomped it's head in, causing a satisfying pop.

Once again, Karg raised an arm in victory. The crowd went wild. The gate at one end of the arena opened up, and Karg walked though, tired, battered, and blood stained. He spotted his master, a stiff-necked man who was always concerned with money. He took his winnings from another man, and then walked off, beckoning Karg to follow, which Karg did, having little choice in the matter.

"Wonderful show out there, ah, Karg.", master said, a bit of absentmindedness in his tone, "Go now, there's no more bloodshed today."

Karg did just that, heading to the passage to the Undercity, a messy yet vibrant place where the Pokemon, had to, live. He yanked open the heavy iron door, then closed it behind him. A small orb of light shone in the distance, flittering away. Karg floated upward, then flew after it, finding navigation down here difficult.

 

[Exo-Raikou]

"Fero!"

The Drapion turned around to see his master, and said: "What is it now? Was my kill not pleasing enough for your standards?"

"No, but I do want to know why you walked out of there."

Fero snarled, "Why? Simple: I had finished my killings for that day, and I didn't want to bore the crowd. Is that not reason enough?"

He crouched down, claws extended. "Bear in mind that you also lie on my claw's edge. If I ever were to grow tired of your blathering, you..." He closed his claws sharply, "Would cease to exist."

Fero could tell his bluff had worked. His master was biting back what Fero guessed was a sharp retort. "Fine," the human said, "Just go back to your nest and heal up for the next battle."

"As you wish, master." Fero said, his voice filled with undisguised hatred.

Humans. Why Arceus wanted us to submit to these creatures I'll never know.