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------------------------------- Prisoner of War ------------------------------- "Hey, are you alright?" The Sandshrew with Black Goggles and scarf poked his cell companion, a Charmander with yellow turban. He had been silent after the Gyarados did a number on him. The kind hearted shrew feared the worst had befallen the only ally he had in this Arceus forsaken place. But to his relief, the Charmander stirred and opened his eyes. The flame on his tail burns again, though it was a lot dimmer than when the first they met. Despite hiw own battered condition, the Charmander gave a concerned look towards his cell mate. "I'll survive. What about you? The Milotic and the Vaporeon did not exactly kind to you too." "I can take it. I am a rogues guild member after all. I am... kinda used to this kind of pain already." The shrew leaned back on the cold stone wall. Not exactly the most comfortable position. But considering his hand was chained to the wall, and bruises all over his body, it wasn't like he has much options in the beginning. "Why did they kidnap and torture us?" The Charmander didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked at the window beside him. The moonlight shined through it, a moonlight he would enjoy if he wasn't locked and chained like this, "They are part of the Water-type supremacist movement. They believed that all Ground and Fire types should be slaves to water types... or die." "That's crazy!" The Charmander gritted his teeth, "Tell that to them. Apparently... they are led by a legendary mon who commands the sea, I believe his name was Kyogre. They believed his word and worship him as god." "Ugh..." The Sandhrew's ears dropped. He realized that if he wanted to fight down the movement, then he might have to deal with Kyogre too. And last time he saw a legendary was when the entire village thrashed down to the ground. The Charmander poked the deep-in-thought shrew with his unchained hand, "Hey, you said you are an exploration member, right? That means you operated in a team, right? If your partner knew you were missing, he might look for you, right?" The shrew shook his head, "I was currently in a solo mission. Kuro probably thought i was still on mission." The Charmander sighed, "Then no hope for backup." The shrew looked down. The situation started to look very gloomy for him. He was going to be tortured and made a slave, or killed. And he will spent the rest of his life in this dark cell, without being able to see his friends, partner and father again. A single streak tear of hopelessness fell through his goggles. And this did not go unnoticed by the Charmander. "Hey," The Charmander called, "Don't be that depressed. I have a plan to escape actually." The mander tried to put his best smile despite his beaten face, "But failure will results in death. I need to spell that out in case you considered being enslaved as better option than dying." The shrew raised his head, hope started to glow in his eyes, "I will fight for a chance for me to meet with everyone again. It's better than being made a slave." "We are not exactly in fit condition, our PP are depleted, and out there..." The charmander pointed the bars of their cell, "Every single one of them has type advantage over us. Do you still want to break out with me?" The shrew nodded. He is determined to escape. No matter how much the odds stacked against him. "I am Draco." The charmander offered his unchained paw. Which the shrew took with his own unchained paw. "Armadino, but please call me Arma." "Alright, Arma" Draco smiled with confidence, "Both of us are going to get out of this hell together." |
