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s o m e t h i n g ' s . g e t t i n g . i n . t h e . w a y.
s o m e t h i n g ' s . j u s t . a b o u t . t o . b r e a k
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"Where is he?" The voice was coming from woman, who had emerged from another room by the large gaping hole in the wall, most of the people in room before where on cursing at injured pokemon, everyone in the facility but her wore black outfits with bright red R's painted on their clothes, Rockets. Five pokemon had positioned themselves around the shorter then average new comer. None of them looked pleased, although the Meganium was looking at the hole, feeling quite pleased that it's Solar Beam had pretty much incarcerated the wall.
Azure stepped over the rubble, to the nearest Rocket who looked rather important because he was wearing a different uniform then everyone else, and grabbed his shirt and yanked him down to her level, "Don't make me ask again." Normally there would be nothing intimidating about the girl who was wearing a sweater a size to big for her small frame, a sailor school uniform peeked out of the sweater, a brown pleated skirt that was short enough to make people wonder, and her rich chocolate brown hair was styled to look cute. The result was that Azure looked several years younger then she actually was. Most people wouldn't take her seriously because of the way she looked, the same would be true now, if her voice didn't have such a menacing tone and look on her face supported the intent to kill.
"I will rip apart this whole faculty if I have to. I will tear down every team rocket building I ever find, so why don't you just tell me where he is and I'll leave anything I haven't destroyed intact." The rocket knew she was serious, Azure had a reputation among the Rockets. She was always ruining their plans. But he decided he would ******** with her anyways, "I have no idea what you're talking about, miss. Could you be more specific?" "You know exactly what I'm talking about! Where is my Misdreavus?!" Her Misdreavus, her Makoto, her pokemon. Her dearest pokemon that team rocket had managed to get a hold of. She was at the end of the rope he had been missing for days, she was pretty much hysterical when she got hold of information that this building had brought in a shipment of pokemon the evening of the day that Makoto went missing. "Oh, I think we had a Misdreavus. He was in room 247. You can go see him, you can even have him back, we'll let you walk right out of here." He passed Azure a key, and she let his shirt go, although what she really wanted to do was through him into a wall, she wasn't sure she could manage it, the man was quite a bit bigger then her, and he was to heavy. She paid no attention to the fact that the rocket was using past tense.
She ran down the hall, returning her pokemon into their balls as she went, they needn't be out, they could see Makoto later when she got out of this god forsaken place, she watched the numbers increase until she hit the room she wanted. "Makoto!" She cried and she inserted the key, jiggled it around until she heard the click of a lock opening. "Makoto, Makoto, I'm here! It's me, I've come." She opened the door. Her eyes wondered the room looking for her pokemon. She frowned she couldn't see him, all she could see was a man, but she just ignored him. Just another rocket, she assumed, if he wanted a piece of her he could have it, but she was more concerned for her Misdreavus at the moment. "Makoto? It's Azure, where are you? I've come to take you home."
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Here by my side, you are, [ d e s t r u c t i o n ]. Here by my side, a new color to paint the world.
Never turn your back on me, Never turn your back on me, again. Here by my side, its [ h e a v e n ].
And you breathe in, and you [ b r e a t h e ] out, for it. Ain't it so weird, how it makes you a weapon?
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