[UNDER MAJOR EDITING/REWRITING] DeMIsE {{Pokespe/Battle Royale crossover}}

Chapter seven

Our Royale

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Torturous Trio

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Green's POV

Yellow and I crept towards the clinic silently, footsteps muffled by the grass. I crouched down next to the wall, window right above me. Yellow did the same.

I poked my head above the window sill. Still couldn't see through the dirt and grime.

Using my sleeve, I wiped some off. After grimacing at my soiled sleeve, I looked through.

The room was dark, and I could only make out very faint outlines of three people. They were standing around a big, rectangular table which had something about the table's length splayed over it.

Abruptly, one of the shadowed people raised one of their arms, sending a rope-like object flying upwards only to bring it down on the table. A feminine scream echoed inside the building.

I hastily ducked back down, heart beating quickly and panting. Yellow looked distressed.

She whispered, "are they actually-" I nodded before she could finish.

"Yeah they are. And we need to stop them". Yellow nodded, putting on a strong face.

We inched towards the front of the building, approaching the door cautiously.

I reached out and grabbed the handle, inhaling before pushing it down and opening the door. There were whispers before the sound of people's feet scuffling along the floor.

I grabbed Yellow's hand and we carefully made our way through darkness towards the room we were peering through. The floor creaked underneath us as we looked through the doorway. Pitch black.

Without stepping in the the room, I used my hand that wasn't holding onto Yellow to search the wall for a light switch. Finding one, I flicked it on.

The room was fitted with everything a surgery room would. LED lights flickered, shining light onto the big, steel table stationed in the centre of the room. On it was a black cloth that was thrown over a large bulge.

I quickly checked behind me for three silhouetted people. I then hesitantly walked over to the table, Yellow still gripping onto my hand.

As I looked closer at the black fabric, I faintly noticed that it was soaked with a red, liquid substance. Only an idiot wouldn't know what it was...

I held my shaking hand over the cloth, and was just about to pull it away when another pale hand joined it above the table.

I looked at Yellow. Her eyes were closed and face was lowered, "let's do this," she said.

I nodded, but quickly remembering Yellow's shut eyelids I croaked out, "yeah..."

Yellow's hand gripped onto the cloth first, and I brought my hand next to hers, clutching a handful of the black cloth. Then, in sync, we both threw it off and onto the floor. But seeing what was beneath, I wish we'd kept it covered.

It was a person. Still alive and breathing, but barely. Long, bloody patches of were soaked into his white shirt. The boy moaned and weakly opened his eyes.

"Yvonne..." he whispered just as loud footsteps approached the surgery room. Yellow retrieved the black cloth and threw it back over the boy, whispering an apology as she did.

The footsteps got closer, and I quickly opened a metal cabinet and waved over Yellow. We both jumped into the container and I closed the doors. The cabinet was small and the only light was shining through a thin crack between the doors. Yellow's loud breaths were muffled by four pairs of shuffling footsteps and the sound of whimpering.

"YVON-" the boy's voice was cut off by the crack of a whip and a yell.

I moved and tried to peek through the crack without bringing attention towards me and Yellow. It was only a slit, but I saw one of the figures, a boy, pushing another figure down to the ground. The other two people, another boy and a girl, were looking around the room.

It had taken me a while to recognise the trio. A boy with black hair and a messy uniform, a bluenette girl with her hair in two anti-gravity defying ponytails wearing a neat and spotless girl's uniform, and another boy with scarlet red hair and a more formal outfit.

Gold, Crystal, Silver, why?

I was too caught up in thinking of reasons the three friends were doing this that I hadn't heard the steps or the handle being turned.

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{{A/N - really sorry with delay, this chapter was actually finished ages ago ^~^'}}