Luck or Fate (Gallade and Gardevoir)

Choices Determine Your Fate

     Guys! Just finished my Everyone Falls... well, sorta. I'm going to probably rewrite a lot of parts to make it better fit the quality of all of the rest of the chapters I've made. This all in an effort to place good in the Pokémon Wattys. Hehe, I've already entered that One Shot, which I thought was pretty good! *Insert Lenny Face*

     Also, if you haven't already... You will be SOO impressed by the book I'm currently working on. I can guarantee you've never seen this sorta thing in a pokemon fanfiction... https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/88631845/write/430849918 There's the full link to the PREIVIEW/WHAT IT'S GOING TO BE LIKE. I recommend to go read over that, but here's a brief summary.

     "There are 24 different endings that you can stumble across, but only ONE successful. What Will You Do? Which path will you go down..." Yeah, that was probably weird... just go check out the link to actually understand the full hype behind this. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

     Blaze held his head, the machines starting to take their toll on him. The torment, torture... why him? What had he done? He'd given them all the answers they wanted, told them all that they needed to know, but it all seemed to be biting him in the butt now. Each and every passing second, the more and more he slipped in and out of his mind.

     "Give in... let us help you..." The emphasis the pokemon put on help was enough to drive Blaze even more insane. The complex, evil contraption they had his cell connected to was blazing. It was beeping, swirling, the machine in a high gear. It was harder and harder for Blaze to hold on, trying his best to fight this corruption. But eventually... he lost. He fell to his knees, howling out and almost digging his claws into his skulls. His body sparked, and he yelped louder, collapsing to the ground after the sparks died down. "He's perfect... We're done..." Epilson sat in front of the mess, a bag of popcorn in front of her as a way of torment.

     "Arise... Project Flare..." Blaze's eyes glowed, and he rose at the very command. An orange aura surrounded him, and he gave off a menacing stare. He had been transformed, transformed into a project. He was now truly one of them, or at least it seemed. Epilson grinned, putting her claws together and walking to the cell.

     "Don't tell me you can't get out of this?" Blaze's energy rose, his eyes glowing a threatening red. In an instant, the bars slowly began to melt away. They disintegrated, evaporated. Epilson clapped a bit, the devious smirk all over her face. "That's what I thought..." Blaze didn't say a word, his old self completely lost.

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     "Looks like you do have a brain after all..." Jester gave a devious smirk to Claire, and she growled through the confined glass. "A deal's a deal..." Jester sighed dramatically.

     "You just look so cute... Perhaps we could hang out, you know after Team Rocket takes over..." Claire knew nothing of the situation with her friend, and at this moment she was stuck suffering from her own lie. Perhaps she and Blaze wouldn't even be here if she'd of just told the truth about Flance... maybe then she wouldn't have to endure this torment from this cocky, evil Absol.

     "You know what... I'd love too... over your dead corpse!" Jester laughed to himself and Claire gritted her teeth. "You know... I thought Absol's were supposed to be mostly peaceful. Gee..." Jester laughed to himself again, purposely making it dramatic.

     "Ger... Oh you just wait! When I get out of here! I'm Gonn-" Jester interrupted her, a confident grin on his face. "You're gonna what... kill me? Torture me to death... You see, that really hurts me deeply. I was hoping for something more like... mating with me? I mean, you're one of a kind, I must say." Claire didn't know exactly how to respond to a question, a flustered expression on her face. Jester only turned his head a bit, a cocky grin on his face.