Illusions of the Soul (Pokémon)

The Rescue (1)

As the red lighted flashed overhead, two figures sprinted through the halls, light on their feet as to avoid the knocked out Plasma Grunts that littered the floor. The last few hours had been a rough one, easily shown by the blood and bruises along the their faces and forms.

"I think that's all of them..." The man panted, his knees shaking as he leaned on his Archen, the bird looking up at it's friend worriedly.

"Not all of them." The girl shook her head, looking at her phone, "My Weavile is still chasing a few that got out. They need to be taken care of."

The man shook his head, "Luna, if they run let them be. You don't have to chase down every one, I'm sure they've learned their lesson."

Luna sighed, exhausted, "N, you and I both know that's not true... They'll regroup and cause more problems. I know you're a bleeding heart, but think with your head for once."

"I am thinking with my head." N watched as Luna kept walking, the blond not seeming to pay mind to his protest.

"Look... If you don't wanna deal with them I will. You're better with Pokémon anyhow right? I'm sure they have loads of Pokémon around here they've been fucking up, you go rescue them, I'll handle the grunts ok?" She put her phone away, "Just be quick ok? I already gave the Interpol the tip, and last thing we want is to get caught in the crossfire alright?"

N nodded, returning his bird to it's pokéball, "Alright... I guess we split off then. Thanks for helping with this."

"No problem, I still had to get back at them for kidnapping Storm." She let out her grey Blitzle, "Text me when you're done so I know you got out safe ok?"

N nodded, taking his cap and putting it on her head, "You too, I'm counting on you to give this back to me got it?"

Luna nodded, running off. N then turned, took a deep breath, and released his team from their pokéballs, "Split up, we're on a timer, free and bring along anyone you can find." His Pokémon nodded, and scampered off, headed towards the labs.

The team scattered quickly, destroying containment chambers, swiping pokéballs, and helping the Pokémon that couldn't walk get out. They were making good time, when N noticed a cell unlike the others... It was bigger, steel reinforced, and had a high security door.

"Well then.. That's... Not suspicious at all." He knelt down to the computer, looking it over. He had never been a hacker, that was Luna's job, so he was pretty out of his element when it came to opening the door.

Luckily, he didn't, as he heard the door open as two grunts poked their heads out, and their eyes locked.

N stared at them, as they began to back up, reaching for their Pokémon, before he raised a hand and shook his head, "Just go."

The Grunts took no time following his directions.

N sighed, shaking his head, looking to his Zororark as it padded pasted him into the cell. N chuckled, and poked his head inside.

The view made him go pale. Blood on the walls, knocked out grunts on the floor, a red haired figure chained to the floor.

N gulped as he slowly approached the figure, his Zororark circling it, sniffing. It... At first glance looked like a human, however, examining it closer seemed to prove otherwise, the ears, hair, and claws being of a Zororark.

N gently sat down and pulled the Zororark into his lap, looking it over. It appeared like it had got caught between illusions, making it look human like, but the other features were unmistakable. Whatever they had done to it, it was in bad shape, covered in incisions and burns, bruised, and possibly a few broken bones? He'd have to take a look back home.