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Dark could feel his anger rising, very quickly. The very reason he felt compelled to become strong seems to be occurring again.
"God dammit! I feel so useless!"
He snarls, clenching his fist. It was then that he realized his arm was broken.
"F****** STUPID ATTACK!"
He roars, standing up and kicking the couch across the room. That action only caused his arm to hurt more, which in turn only added fuel to the fire of his rage. He was panting fire now, but still managed to freeze his right arm with ice, to help soothe the pain a bit.
"Chosen by Arceus to be a hybrid? What a fool. It was Blade that agreed to it, only because she seemed so promising..."
He kicks the TV, which sticks to his foot. His arm throbs and he almost reaches over to tear it off. He enters a random teleporter, off to go destroy someplace.

Dark walks back into HQ, a lit cigarette hangs from his mouth. His right arm was bandaged and slung, practically useless at the moment. He seemed to be lost in thought as he made his way into the kitchen.

Sammy limped into the common room, hoping that she hadn't been heard when she came in. Quickly she sprinted across the room with her Flaaffy feet and to her own room, although she left a slight splatter of blood at a spot or two. If she didn't retrieve the first aid kit in her room and hurry about it, she would most surely die soon. And she had no plans of dying. She slinked back out, first aid kit in hand, and prepared to sprint across the common room one more time before going on her quest for power.

Sammy snarled a bit as she saw Dark, and she jumped into the safety of the shadows to avoid his gaze. The bleeding in her neck had temporarily stopped, but she knew if she didn't do anything soon she would bleed out and die. And then her half-broken leg didn't help, either. She had to find a way past him and to the safety of the woods, but how? Perhaps one of her pokemon could create a distraction of some sort?

Sammy snarled, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I forgot my personals. Why, Dark, would you not hurt a wounded animal? I would jump at the chance to kill you if you were hurt. But your emotions are to my benefit, so whatever you wish," she coughed, taking the moriphine out of the first aid kit and stabbing it into her leg.

"Killing the weak and killing you are two different things. Killing you is a matter of survival, where as all of the others I would only kill if there was something vital to be gained from them. Please understand, Dark, that I don't want to kill you. But I don't want you killing me, either," she stated, poking the back of his head with her bloodied finger in a teasing manner. "If only you would join us," she sighed, "and then we would be unstoppable. But perhaps there's still something to be gained from this place." Donner was watching from the shadows at this point, his aura-seeing gaze reading the waves coming off of his trainer. He had a confused look on his face.

Sammy gimaced, feeling light headed and unable to hold a well-thought-out conversation for much longer. "Don't you get it? I don't want to just be a little speck of dust on the wall of history. No, I want to be known for doing something great, for being a hero! We have the power to change the world we stand on, and if that means that a few people are hurt or killed in the process... Well, then let it be. I don't care if I die trying. At least a tried, no?" she asked, leaning her head down to look Dark in the eyes. There was no crazed look anymore, just a want for him to understand where she was coming from. "If you have a problem with what I'm doing, Dark, kill me now, because I'll never let you come close to me again if you're just going to be attempting to kill me for the rest of my life."