Luck or Fate (Gallade and Gardevoir)

Worlds Will Crumble (Pt. 1)

     Alright... Let's get this story on the right track again! Don't forget, this chapter is about Upilson, the main story of him. ENJOY!

                      (8 Years Ago)

      A small, female Zorua walked cockily throughout the cafeteria. She hadn't a care in the world, grabbing her sacked lunch and making her way to an empty table. She eyed the walls of the HQ, wondering and wondering what life was like on the outside, the enemies. She turned her attention to the incoming mon who always came, were always there to make her life hard.

     "Why don't you just go away!" She yelled loudly to them, and the Machop and his pals only giggled. "Why don't you ever shut up!" The Machop, followed by a Poochyena and Treeko, swarmed her table.

      "Leave me alone!" She stood up, grabbing her sack and about to move to another empty table. Although, the Machop only shoved her back down into the booth, cramming her against the wall. The Treeko and Poochyena sat across from her, disabling any sort of escape route.

      "What do you people want!" Her voice was still quite undeveloped, high and child-like in tone. "Just stop talking won't ya'!?" The Machop spurt out, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Once seeing the coast clear, he and his pals stared at the female Zorua intently.

      "We're all so sick and tired of your snarky, stuck up attitude! What, think that just because your brother is high up there that your better than all of us!?" The Machop's tone turned threatening, and the Zorua shook her head quickly.

     "I don't think I'm better than anyone, Okay!" He didn't take nicely to her tone, growling and grabbing her lunch sack. "G-Give me that back!" The Zorua jumped and tried to get the sack, the Machop maneuvering it around her.

     "You mean this sack?" Machop threw it across the cafeteria, the bag falling just short of the short of the trash can. The Zorua took on a defensive stance, her fur standing up on her back. "LET ME GO! NOW!" She tried to sound intimidating, threatening enough to make them listen. Each of them laughed, the Machop crossing his arms.

      "No..." He didn't move, and the Zorua growled. She bared her teeth, again saying the same command. "Move...or else you'll be sorry!" The Machop laughed to himself, not moving an inch. The Zorua looked at him hesitantly, then at the table. In a swift hop, she jumped onto the table and sprinted, full force forwards.

      The Machop stuck out his arm at just the right time, causing her to fall, fall straight off the edge. She landed in a 'thud', her whole body in a sort of haze from the fall. The Machop looked down, a bit worried actually for the damage that could've been done. Just as he thought she was knocked out, or even dead, she slowly rose up. Her head was pointing down, a bump forming on her forehead.

     Without a word, the Zorua lunged at the Machop, biting and scratching him rapidly. She dug her fangs into his chest, throwing him off the booth and to the floor. She was about to attack some more, but a voice strictly stopped her. "EPILSON!" The Zorua's ears perked up, and she looked at the bloody mess below her. The voice was of a pokemon she deeply feared, Project Psi...

     The cafeteria went silent, and Epilson's paws shook uneasily. "Come here! Now!" Epilson tilted her head low, walking unsteadily to the higher in command.

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      "She assaulted a pokemon from my quadrant! Therefore I decide her consequence!" The Manectric in charge said plainly, his eyes fixated on Epilson. Epilson coward behind her brother a bit, fear written clearly on her face.