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Pokemon, Asylum of the Damned

Chapter XXVIII

Saga VI- Team Rocket Saga

Chapter VIII- The Destroyer Lives

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He opened his eyes. The now blurred, double-imaged faces he saw hovering 
over him were slowly starting to clear up. When they finally took a clear 
shape, he saw Sabre's face, and another he had not seen before. "Well, he's 
awake," the unfamiliar face said.

"About time," Sabre said, bored. His body moved. A strange cold feeling 
surged through him. He looked at his hands, and saw his skin in a pale white 
tone. He could not even feel the beating of his heart. Then again, he did 
not even feel alive.

"Welcome back, Tom," Sabre said, helping the living corpse sit up.

"Wha...?" Tom began to mumble, questioning his existence on this mortal 
plane.

"You've been brought back," Krystella said, "In good time too." Tom looked 
at Krystella, his eyes totally blank, completely devoid of their respective 
pupils.

"Who are you?" Tom asked through his cold, numb lips, looking at Krystella.

"My name is Krystella," Krystella said. Then she looked at her Gengar, 
standing behind Tom. "And this is my assistant, Gengar," she said. Tom 
turned his head to look at the ghost Pokemon behind him, the bones in his 
neck giving an eerie squeak as they turned.

"What...what am I doing here?" Tom asked again.

"We've brought you back from the spirit realm, back into your mortal body," 
Krystella said. "It's amazing what wonders black magic can do when they're 
used for good purposes..." she mused as she trailed off into her thoughts.

Tom groaned. "I was having such a nice time in heaven, though." he mumbled.

"Heaven can wait," Krystella said in a plain undertone. "As for right now, 
you've got a job to do, Destroyer."

"Come again?" Tom asked, "What's this about some 'Destroyer?'" Tom asked.

Sabre sighed. "To make a long story short, Tom," She said, shifting her 
sitting position, "You are from a faint strain of family known as the 
'Destroyers.' Your family is destined to destroy people who use Pokemon for 
profit, namely Team Rocket." Sabre said, looking at Tom.

Tom groaned. "First I die, then I get ripped out of heaven back here -as a 
frickin' zombie- all to fight Team Rocket."

"Who says you'll stay a zombie?" Krystella asked, a smug grin stretched 
across her mouth. Tom and Sabre looked at her inquisitively.

"You see, the laws of the Afterlife are vengeful," Krystella said. "If a 
murdered soul is brought back to an undead state in the mortal world, that 
soul can live again."

"How?" Tom asked, desperate to be fully alive again. "Simple," Krystella 
said. "You must kill whoever killed you."

Tom was choked with shock. "Y-you mean, I have to kill that Sizor?" He 
asked.

"Oh? A Sizor killed you? A Pokemon?" Krystella asked. "In that case, don't 
kill the Sizor. If an undead soul kills a Pokemon, I will be in grave 
trouble with the Afterlife..." Krystella trailed off.

"Crap." Tom groaned. "I stay a fucking freaking living dead corpse." Tom 
sagged, his life, if he could call it so, shattered.

"Wait," Krystella said, getting back on track. "Did anyone order that Sizor 
to kill you?" Krystella asked Tom.

Tom thought backwards, searching his near-erased memory. Then, he remembered 
what happened a few hours ago. Porygon taken out by that Sizor in one blow, 
Larry shooting a bullet through his hand, and then Laura saying "Sizor, kill 
him."

"Yeah," Tom said, returning to the present. "Yeah, someone did tell that 
Sizor to kill me."

"Then you must kill that person then." Krystella said. Tom and Sabre's eyes 
widened with shock. "Of course, " Krystella said, "It may not work, but it's 
worth trying," She said.

"But first," Sabre chimed up, "We gotta' find that person, though."

"No problem." Tom said confidently as he stood up. He put his hand to his 
belt...only to find nothing. His Pokeballs were gone. "My Pokemon!" Tom 
gasped. "Those bastards took my Pokemon!" Tom fumed. Sabre only rolled her 
eyes and sighed. Tom then reached his had into his jacket pocket, again 
finding nothing. "They even took my Pokedex!" He exclaimed. "Those fucking 
Rockets..."

"Wait Tom," Sabre said, "Those Pokemon you got, when we raided the Rocket's 
hideout!"

"Oh right!" Tom said, his memory jarring.

After giving the Ionica Professor a brief call on Sabre's cell phone, the 
six Pokeballs containing his new Pokemon materialized in his hands. As soon 
as he received them, he opened them up. Yanma, Donphan, Skarmory, Primeape, 
Mantine and Tentacruel materialized in front of him.

Then, Krystella's Gengar stood up and took Tom and Sabre by the hand. With 
an eerie glow in the Gengar's eyes, Tom and Sabre soon found themselves 
standing in the same park as they were before. "Feeling okay?" Sabre asked, 
still bewildered over her bizarre experience.

"Yeah, I'm feeling great," Tom muttered.

Sabre rolled her eyes. "Come on, Tom," she said, "we've got a job to 
finish."

-End

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