Chapter 26:XIV. Back from the dead: Magnets in storm
"What the fuck is this?!" asked a man dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, with equally as black trousers. Red letter R was the only stark contrast in color from the rest of his outfit.
The man was looking at another corpse that was being thrown out. But rather this one looked like somebody kept the bloody corpse and then just tortured it for few more days.
"Domino is a sick son of a bitch." muttered the second guy, dressed in the same manner as his colleague. The only difference between them was the color of hair. They might not be saints, but what they saw here was a stone throw away from what they've done. This is just putrid and inhumane.
"Just check his heartbeat and let us through. I can't stand looking at him any longer." said the only female in the hall. The red-haired nurse had two companions with her. A doctor with blue hair and an obedient Meowth, who was following the medical duo.
And so the two man did what was asked of them. The first one placed his head on the chest of the corpse, even though he wasn't exactly thrilled about it. The second one found the artery on the neck and with his finger he checked if there was any sign of a heartbeat.
To no one's surprise, there was none. Pretty pointless job when you have a guy like this in front of you.
"Get him out of here." said the first man. The man then covered the corpse with the blanket so he would not have to look at him any longer. The second guy then took the keys and opened the door.
"Make sure that no one finds the body." said the second guy. And he let the trio with the corpse past them.
"Dammit! We forgots about da storm!" exclaimed Meowth.
The dynamic trio was now at the exit from the Team Rocket HQ is. When they looked outside they saw raindrops falling down from the night sky. And not lightly. The rain was heavy. Thick. And non-stopping. If it weren't for the full moon, they wouldn't be able to see where they were going. The wind was even worse. In the forest ahead, they could see several fallen trees. Leaves and branches were flying like feathers in these conditions. And every few minutes a large lightning bolt hit the ground with a loud clap of thunder following behind. There wasn't any road to this place so the terrain was muddy. With small pools of water everywhere you look.
"There is no way we are going to be able to push this far in these conditions." said James and he pointed at the hospital bed on which the twerp was lying.
"We have ta leave da hospital bed here. James. Wrap da twerp's arm around yer shoulder and Jessie will do da same with da second one. We have ta carry him ourselves." said Meowth.
"Right, let humans do the heavy lifting." said Jessie sarcastically. Sometimes she envied him that he could just get away with not doing the heavy work.
"Hey! You know dat Im too small ta carry him. And besides, da twerp needs both of you to at least drag him out of dis place. Especially in dis crazy weather." said Meowth.
"Guys? Can we cut the squabble and hurry up?" said James nervously, who looked back at the cave behind them.
"Fine." said displeased Jessie.
Then both Jessie and James wrapped twerp's arm around their shoulders. He was far heavier than they thought. This is going to be a suicide mission.
"Ready?" asked Meowth to the both of them.
And with a slight nod, Jessie and James walked into the storm, with Ash's arms wrapped around their shoulders.
It took time, but they finally found a road in this bloody storm. By now, both of them were really tired. The twerp was a big muscular guy now, so that didn't help their cause either. Jessie and James's feet were soaked, sore and were ready to give up at any moment.
The road was made of dirt. 'Was' being the key word here. The rain destroyed the road completely. Now it was a giant muddy field with pools of water everywhere, which were still expanding from the rain that was mercilessly pouring down onto the Team Rocket trio.
Jessie and James even let out Seviper and Carnivine to help them, but both Pokemon didn't last very long in these harsh conditions. Now it was just on them. And they did not have the energy to push on forward
Meowth, who was in front of his other companions felt slight change around him. He couldn't tell what it was, but something was different. Something was happening. And when he turned around, he saw what it was.
"Is dat normal? Have we ever seen him shine before?!" exclaimed a surprised Meowth.
The twerp's abdomen was glowing slightly. It was barely visible, but in the dead of the night, there was no mistake in it.
"What are you talking about?" asked tired James.
Meowth pointed at Ash. Both Jessie and James looked in that direction and both saw what Meowth was talking about. Meowth wasn't just seeing things. He really was shining slightly.
But then a branch from a tree was thrust into James's leg thanks to the strong winds raging around them. James fell to the muddy, ground beneath him. Unfortunately, he took Ash and Jessie with him because Jessie was too tired to be able to hold Ash alone.
Tired, soaked and muddy, James and Jessie both slowly pulled themselves up. They looked at each other, nodded and with tired eyes and both of them knelt down and picked Ash back up again. As they picked him back up again, they looked at his abdomen. And it was still shining in a blue light. The duo in the group were too tired to think about it so they resumed their slow walk and followed the path.
But with each step they took, the light on Ash was becoming more and more apparent. The trio was surprised by this. If this wasn't a hallucination, then the only explanation they have for this is that it has to be connected to the destination where they are taking Ash. They knew that in this weather, carrying him to some large town with a hospital is impossible. Before they would reach it, Team Rocket would find them. So they decided to take Ash to the nearest town they could.
They eventually reached their destination. In the middle of the night, the town's welcome sign was within sight. The only reason for that was because of the peculiar blue light, which by the way, was once so small that even in the dead of night you couldn't see it clearly. But now, now it was even useful. It got brighter and brighter. Eventually it became so prominent that they could actually see where they were going with more clarity. Whatever this light was, the Twerp will have a lot of explaining to do when the trio decided to meet up with him again.
You see, the trio decided to disappear as soon as they reached their destination. If they were to say the truth about his injuries, they would be prosecuted, because they are still employed for Team Rocket. Prison time regardless, even if they didn't hurt anybody. And even before, they liked to live freely and dangerously. Hiding from the police could bring some excitement back into their lives again since they won't be going after the twerp again.
As they neared the welcome sign at the edge of town, another loud clap of thunder was heard and Meowth suddenly remembered something.
"We can't give da twerp ta her." said the soaked Meowth.
"Why not?" asked tired and soaked Jessie. She wanted to shout and scream at Meowth. They planned to give the twerp to the one person they knew would take care of him the best. And now Meowth is just throwing the idea out of the window. If she had the energy she would hit him on the head. So with a little energy left, she, James and the twerp leaned against the sign of a town they are about to enter.
Pallet Town
They began to discuss things with Meowth in the middle of a great storm. The discussion had to be brief though, the rain and winds are merciless and the trio needed to take a rest. They carried the twerp for nearly 3 hours straight through this ridiculous weather.
"Think about what he said. He said ta us dat no one can know he is alive. She would recognize him immediately."said Meowth.
"He is completely different from the way she remembers him." said James with half closed eyes. And as the rain and winds were smacking his face he took a deep breath and continued. "He will be fine."
"Actually, you have a point Meowth." said Jessie who was in the worst state of the three. Mud in her hair, soaked through and through, cold and shivering she replied to Meowth. With what little energy she had. "You can change your appearance however you want. But, your mother always knows. Especially a loving mother like her."
"Then...what now?" asked James as another thunder hit the ground.
"I have an idea."said Meowth.
"Just when I think that it's gone, it appears again." thought Cynthia.
The blue light was shining again, but this time it refused to disappear. It was similar to her hand from a few hours ago, but even that eventually stopped glowing. This, however, has been shining for three hours straight and instead of disappearing, it got even brighter. Which was increasingly more frustrating on the account that it made it very hard to sleep with something like this. She wanted to call Charles and talk to him but that wasn't an option. THIS freak storm that's been hitting her area for the last week had disabled all communications.
On the flip side, it was pretty useful to have your abdomen glowing like a light stick when electricity was down in Pallet Town. She moved to the residence that was built on the top of the hill overlooking Pallet Town a few days ago. And since it was finished not so long ago, she still had to equip the rooms with candles. Barbaric, but she couldn't very well use others means of lighting. She had about 10 candles scattered across the different rooms she would need access to. It wasn't enough to cover the whole residence, but that was okay. She didn't have enough candles on hand either way.
Cynthia herself was lying on a red couch in her living room and with an orange candle on the glass table beside the couch. She was thinking about the whole Aura thing and how she could possibly be connected to it. She read the book Caitlin gave her and she knew some stuff off hand about it. It was 100% certain that she wasn't an Aura Guardian like in the books. You absolutely had to be a man. She didn't fit the prerequisites. But that made it even more puzzling. The power of Aura is strong and ancient. Not to be messed with. It usually ended in tragedy if someone who wasn't gifted, tried messing with it. Seems like roles are reversed this time around. It seems like the Aura is messing with her personally. Like it's laughing at her confusion. As though it knows something she doesn't.
More importantly. Aura Guardians aren't something you come across easily. With Ash gone and for lack of a better term, they are extinct. If Ash were alive, they would have something to work with. But he isn't, and besides, she fell for him not the other way around. If he did...that would explain the Curse Mark…..
"No. No. Do NOT dwell on it. You're just gonna make yourself more miserable." Cynthia scolded herself. Thinking about Ash just brings back the memory of the day they lost him.
Shaking off those thoughts she set her thoughts straight again. So. What could it be? Is the power of Aura awakening again? Then why would it be her? Is she going to be the new Aura Guardian because they went extinct? Was she chosen by some higher power to do what Ash was supposed to be doing?
When she looked at her stomach. It was still glowing. Brighter and brighter with each second that passed. It's a shame that there was no more information about Aura stuff. It peeked her interest. Cynthia grew restless and she quickly sat up and looked at the burning orange candle in front of her.
"It would be kinda romantic to have someone here with me now." thought Cynthia. With one hand on her knee and the other supporting her chin, she looked around. Orange light washed over, illuminating the room quite nicely. It was calming, yet beautiful. When she thought about it, she should probably find someone. Everyone was pushing her towards that. And maybe if she found the right person that would work. But right now, all the guys that had taken an interest in her only want her because of fame or fortune. To date a women like her would mean spotlight after spotlight of glitz and glamour. They wouldn't want her because they genuinely want her. These guys want to be famous, and they want to be known as being someone who spent a night with the Ice Queen.
She's eighteen now and she isn't super worried about finding someone. She's still young and she has her whole life ahead to find someone. And she wants to find someone genuine. Someone that wants Cynthia Shirona and not the Champion of Kanto.
She stood up and went towards to kitchen to possibly find some kind of tea to ease herself. It was late, she should get some sleep. She could still hear the wind knocking against the house….wait, knocking? No. That was someone actually knocking on her front door.
"Who would come to my house in this hour? It's past midnight!" she thought.
She started to go towards the door but realized she was only in a BabyDoll négligée. It wasn't presentable. She ran up to her room and grabbed her blue robe to cover up. She started to go toward the door and she could hear footsteps walking away. She opened up the door to scold whoever was trying to mess with her and as she did another loud thunder hit the ground. Cynthia jumped in surprise and then looked down to the opened door revealing a sight she was not prepared for. On her terrace floor lied a man. And not just an ordinary man, a naked one. Just laying on his stomach with so many cuts and burn marks on his back that it would throw everybody off-guard. Blood and mud were mixed on his pale skin and his wet, long, coal black hair was covering some parts of his back.
Cynthia shivered at the sight in front of her. He looked like he had been caught in the middle of a brutal fight between several Pokemon at once. A million thoughts ran through her head. But the most prominent was. Why would someone drop a dead body at her doorstep?
She nervously looked around if there were any sign of what happened. And she did find something. To the man's left, there was something carved in her terrace floor. She came closer and let the light from her abdomen, which was stronger by each second, illuminate the carving. 'Please. Save him.' it read.
"He is still alive?!" she thought.
She looked again at the man at her feet and the carving. Someone dragged him here and carved that. He couldn't have done that by himself, not in this state. But who would be crazy enough to go into this storm and drag him here? Another thunder, louder than the one before, broke her from her train of thoughts
She still didn't believe that someone in this state could be alive. So she went to check him. She placed two fingers under on his neck and waited. After a solid second a pulse came through his artery. Her eyes widened when she realized that he indeed was alive. She looked at the storm from her shielded terrace. How did he get this way?
Questions for another day. Guess she had no choice. She was about to drag him in by his left hand, but she noticed it was missing and it was bandaged.
"What happened to you?" Cynthia asked the unconscious man with concern.
Cynthia grabbed the man by the armpits and she pulled him inside. He was heavy. But what surprised Cynthia even more was the fact that he was shining too. His abdomen was shining exactly like hers. Her eyes widened upon the sudden realization. "That's Aura!" she thought and she accidentally dropped him upon the realization. But when she touched him, she triggered something. The aura that was shining brightly before, was now disappearing slowly.
After that discovery, she grabbed him by the armpits again and finally dragged him inside. She closed the door behind and looked back at the stranger that appeared at her doorstep. Now he was lying on his back with his abdomen not shining anymore. Not even hers for that matter.
And it was far worse sight than his back. Much more cuts and burn marks were seen. Slashes and bullets from guns were much easier to see now. His face was not left out and there was a slash across his right eye. Strangers whole body was covered in dried blood and mud. He was making a pretty big mess, but now she couldn't care less. There lies a living man that should be long gone and shes his only chance of survival.
"Arceus, What is this guy made of?" she thought as she released another groan "Are you part Snorlax?" she put all the strength into pulling him into the bathroom.
It took a lot of effort but Cynthia managed to drag the muscular body of the stranger to her bathroom. Lying there at her feet she noticed the sponge sitting next to the stool. She turned on the bath with some warm water. It was freezing outside, she didn't want to give him hypothermia on top of everything else he probably had.
She tried to use the sponge and remove whatever grime and dirt was covered all over his body before she dumped him into the bath. "Well, I'll try at least" thought Cynthia. Despite his size, he was exceptionally heavy. She was strong, but not so strong that she could drag his body for too long. She started with his head and the slash across his left eye. As she got closer, she started to notice the different wounds across his body. There was the one around his neck that had to be some kind of burn mark with small bolts of lightning around. And as she was getting lower there were more and more slashes, and even already healed slashes and burn marks in form of scars. The most prominent on his left breast. That was the biggest burn mark she encountered on his body yet. She wondered what caused that one.
When she touched his torso, it felt like it had been tailored with the strings of steel and not flesh. So stiff and hardened. Like an armour of skin. And as she was trying to get rid of the chunks of mud and sometimes even blood, she encountered a region of a man's body she had yet to see with her very own eyes in real life from up close.
"There is no way something big like this can fit into a woman." was her first thought when she saw the prized possession that this man hide between his legs. She is a stranger to the arts of lovemaking, but Cynthia already saw her fair share of adult films. But what this guy has there is just... enormous. Even by the standards of movies for adults.
She shook those thoughts off quickly. Now onto the uncomfortable part. Let this part of washing him be done quickly. Washing the private parts of a man that is naked, unconscious, muddy and bloody was not something Cynthia imagined doing. Ever. There is truly a first time for everything.
"Not now. Don't wake up now. Out of all of the moments you can wake up, just don't wake up now." Cynthia was telling herself over and over again as she was cleaning his private areas. She heard a groan and it made her jump inside her own skin. Fortunately for her, it passed.
And after this uncomfortable encounter, Cynthia moved to his legs and hands to clean. And just like his chest, his muscles in arms and legs were hard and stiff. After it was finally done, the floor in the bathroom was dirty from all the things she cleaned. By now the bathtub was full. But then another question arose.
"Whats with his hand?" she thought. Should she remove the bandage and clean the hand in the steaming bathtub too? Probably not. She will have to remove the bandage, clean the mess inside herself and give him a new bandage. At least that was the plan. With communications still down, there was no way she could call someone for help. A walk to Professor Oak or Delia in this weather was not advisable since Cynthia lives at the edge of the Pallet Town.
"Okay. Now to get you into the bathtub." thought Cynthia.
Cynthia realized that she can't just pick him up and throw him in there unless she suddenly became a Machamp. So she figured she'd ask for some help. She quickly ran to her bedroom, picked a pokeball from her stool and ran back to the bathroom and opened her pokeball. After the white light materialized, it revealed a Lucario standing in front of Cynthia.
Lucario, who appeared, had a tired look on her face. She looked at Cynthia with a half opened eyes not knowing what made Cynthia call her in the middle of her sleep. Then this Lucario felt something. Something that she never felt. The Aura in this room was off the charts. Soon the female Lucario found out what was the cause of this.
"Lucario. I need your help to get this guy into the bathtub." Cynthia said in her lovely voice and she pointed at the guy on the ground.
And immediately Lucario felt the Aura radiating from this man. So much of an Aura energy was stacked up in him it was unreal. Lucario zoned out for a moment as she was still baffled by that man.
"Lucario!" Cynthia raised her voice which finally brought the attention of the Aura Pokemon.
It took some teamwork to get the tall man into the bathtub, but they eventually managed. Lucario even caught the arm that was missing a hand from falling into the water. Cynthia then asked Lucario to clean the floor here form the dirt and blood and she happily obligated.
Now that the guy was in the bathtub with only his head and one arm sticking out, she spun-dried the sponge she used to get rid of the mud and began to clean him in the water.
"Come on Cynthia! He needs your help and not ogling. Don't be a pervert and FOCUS, Cynthia. FOCUS!" Cynthia thought when she took another glance at the member between his legs. However, not even a minute after, she couldn't help herself and she took a glance again.
"AAAAAARGGGHH!" Cynthia shouted and a little painfully grabbed her own hair in frustration. Okay, I have to do it differently, she thought. She then grabbed some soap and pour it into the water so it would create bubbles and she would not be distracted.
Lucario jumped a little as she was cleaning the floor when Cynthia shouted out of nowhere. She was watching Cynthia until she emptied a nearly full bottle of a new soap into the water.
"That should do it!" Cynthia said to no one in particular with a satisfied smile on her face and crossed hands below her chest.
When she took care of the distraction, other things bugged her mind. Thousands of thoughts were running through her head again. Who is this guy? Where is he from? How old is he? Who brought him here? But the most important question she was asking herself over and over again was – What happened to him?
She spent a good half hour just washing the stranger in her bathtub. She was checking if his heart is still beating from time to time. And to her surprise, it was getting into the right rhythm even without the assistance of professional doctors.
The most time she spent cleaning his hair. Arceus, they were nearly as long as her. But hers don't have blood and mud all over them. Cleaning his hair and beard were primary concerns when washing him. Now that he was clean, it was time to get him to her bed, since she still didn't equip the guest rooms.
But she should probably dress him into something. And that is a little problematic. The guy in front of her is a very tall man. And their figures are really different. Compared to him, Cynthia looks like a curvy toothpick. His arms are at least twice the size of hers and that goes for legs too. If she would try to give him some of her trousers or shirts, they would tatter. She needs something loose. Something like she is wearing right now. A bathrobe. However. She has only one.
"Couldn't you come when I would have more things in here?" asked Cynthia sadly to the unconscious man.
She pulled the plug in the bathtub out and let the water flow away. When the water was running from the bathtub, she gave out a sigh and took off her bathrobe leaving her in her black underwear and a thin black gown again.
"Lucario. I need your help to dress him into this and get him into my bed." said Cynthia to her Pokemon, which in her head sounded much more innocently than it sounded like when she said it out loud. When she turned around, however, Lucario already cleaned the floor and was looking at her cautiously. Or him. It looked like her Pokemon was eyeing the man much more than Cynthia herself.
With the combined strength of Lucario and Cynthia, the two of them managed to wrap the stranger into her bathrobe. It looked a little weird when the bathrobe wrapped around his arms tightly and it was loose around the chest area, but it will do.
Eventually, both human and Pokemon managed to drag the newly dressed man in a light blue bathrobe into Cynthia's double bed.
"I have never thought that the sewing I am learning from Delia will be used for this" thought Cynthia.
Another thing Delia was eager to teach her. However, sewing a man was something she was not ready for. She barely can sow some slash on the clothes. Now she has to sew some of the wounds on an unconscious man.
At least he's stable. His breathing and his heart was beating at a steady rate. It caught her off guard how fast he was healing, but she would not complain. At least he will live.
And so she began sewing the larger wounds that she could sew. It was a tedious job with several mistakes, but she managed to patch some of his wounds. It took her half an hour to do it and it didn't look very good, but it will have to be enough. Arceus, she wished she was as skilled in sewing as Delia is. Delia can not only sew two things together perfectly, but she can make whole outfits. Delia even made her a fine sleeveless grey dress that no fashion designer would be ashamed of. Meanwhile her, she sloppily patched some cuts on a man. Yeah, it is different from sewing clothes, but still. Delia's sewing skills would be useful now. Hopefully, Cynthia didn't make things worse by trying to stitch some wounds.
"Okay. Now to the easier stuff." she said to herself and looked at the bandaged end of the arm, where the hand was missing. "But much scarier."
Even though changing a bandage is easy, this is the thing she looks least to. Just looking at the man's scarred and the damaged body was nearly enough to turn her stomach upside down. But Cynthia is terrified of what she will find at the end of the bandage. It's not every day you have to change the bandage of a missing hand.
"Okay. Deep breaths, Cynthia. Deep breaths. You can do it. Just. Quickly change the bandage and it will be over." said Cynthia.
She then placed a towel under stranger's hand and was preparing to remove the bandage. She then extended her hand for a sponge to clean his hand under the bandage, but there was nothing. "Damn I forgot the sponge in the bathroom." thought Cynthia as she realized a little misstep. Just a little mistake out of stress. Nothing to dwell on. So she nervously got up and made a small trip back to the bathroom and took the wet sponge to her bedroom.
Cynthia carefully removed the old muddy and bloody bandage on his hand threw it on the floor. She wasn't surprised when a blood started running out of the hand. That towel was a good idea. It was not a pleasant sight, but after she saw his whole body, she expected it much worse. The cut was pretty clean. To not watch the missing hand further she grabbed the sponge and cleaned the place where the bandage was placed. It was a little rushed because she was afraid of how much blood he was loosing from his forearm. She then quickly picked the new bandage on the stool and wrapped the place where the hand was severed.
"That could have been worse." thought Cynthia. It was done. He is clean, somehow patched up and his bandage is replaced. Next half an hour Cynthia was covering his wounds with sticking plasters. At least the big wounds. She doesn't have enough for every wound on his body. Cynthia took everything that was left of the medical supplies, get it back into the first aid kit and left the room.
As Cynthia was returning back her first aid kit into the bathroom, she was deep in thoughts about this man. Cynthia did what she could. Now it was just up to him to wake up. What will she say to him when he wakes up? Does he remember what happened to him? And what was that about Aura? He has the same problem as she did. Does he shine as much as her?
Not only that but when she was taking care of him, something in her heart stirred. It was weird and she didn't pay much attention to it. But the feeling was getting stronger and stronger with each second she was taking care of him. That was another concern of hers.
So many questions yet so little answers. With so many thoughts, she got to her red couch in the living room and lied down there. Sleep didn't come easy before he appeared at her doorstep, and she doubts that now it will be any better now. And she was right. It took a few hours before tiredness won and she fell asleep as the heavy rain was still beating windows of her residence.
However, the sleep didn't last long. A deep roar echoed through Cynthia's residence, waking up the blonde beauty. She jumped out of the couch when hearing the scream and with tired her grey eye looked around.
"CUT THE HAND OFF!" she heard. It was a loud yell coming from her bedroom.
Cynthia quickly jumped out of her couch and ran to her bedroom to see what is going on with her guest. When she was preparing to open the door and ran into the bedroom, another desperate yell was heard.
"CUT IT OFF!"
Cynthia stormed into her bedroom and saw the man thrashing on her bed. The sheet that was covering him was on the ground and he lied there, twisting and moving uncontrollably. The man was covered in sweat, a dozen drops of sweat were running down his red face. Not even his hair escaped the sweating body of the man and his breaths were uneven, harsh and quick.
"PLEASE!" was another word that escaped his mouth.
With a concerned face, Cynthia was helplessly watching as the man was rolling on her bed in pain.
„DO IT! KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!" another desperate scream.
With her heart racing, and a concerned face she spontaneously grabbed the man by his broad shoulders and start shaking him to wake up. He didn't. However, as soon as she touched his shoulders, his breaths calm down. He stopped thrashing with himself and he visibly relaxed.
But when she let the man go, his breath quickened and his hand began twitching. He was about to go into the nightmare again. So again, Cynthia grabbed him by the shoulders. And he relaxed again. And this time she let her hand rest there. She got a little idea.
"Will it really help?" she thought. And so, she waited. 10 seconds. 30 seconds. Minute. 3 minutes. And he was still relaxed. But as soon as she tried to take her hand away from him, the nightmare was visibly coming to him again. It really does help. Her touch somehow calms him down. Whatever was happening, she has to stay here with him for his own sake. And so she stayed. Sitting on the top side of the bed, near strangers head, she let her hand rest on his exposed shoulder.
Cut it off. Please. Do it. Kill me. Those were the words he was screaming. It wasn't clear then, but now it is. He was tortured.
To her own surprise, touching his shoulder had an effect on her too. After this day she felt stressed, nervous and anxious. Even scared when he showed at her doorstep. But the longer she is leaving her hand to rest on his shoulder, the better she is feeling. And not long after she stormed into her bedroom, his calming effect reached its peak, and she has fallen asleep there too with her head leaning against the top of the bed and hand on his shoulder.
Fear. That's what Domino was feeling. She should have killed him sooner. She shouldn't play with him. Now the only thing that can stop Team Rocket is out there. Somewhere in the biggest storm in 2 decades. She didn't even start an investigation yet. She has to tell Giovanni first. He will be furious.
Why? Why was she toying with the one person that could destroy their plan? She could have waited for another one. Normal one. But no. She saw the opportunity for the best plaything and took it. Bad decision. She should control her thirst for torture more. It gets her pointlessly into problems. The worst thing is, Giovanni even warned her to not to anger the Guardian too much. How could he escape?!
All of that didn't matter. She was now at the door to Giovanni's office. She gulped in fear and slowly opened the door revealing Giovanni typing something to a keyboard with his Persian obediently next to his feet.
"Domino. Anything to report?" asked Giovanni in his neutral tone and stopped typing on the keyboard and instead start petting his Persian.
"Yes, sir." Domino answered with a shaky voice.
"What happened?" asked Giovanni with a raised voice when he registered the tremble in Domino's voice.
"I.. I am so sorry, sir." said a terrified Domino and went to one knee an knelt before Giovanni.
"Domino?" asked a little irritated Giovanni. He, no doubt, suspected something.
"He's gone."she said.
A hit on the table was heard as soon as she said it. A pretty loud hit. Giovanni then got up from his chair and went to Domino.
"HOW COULD YOU LET IT HAPPEN?! YOU HAD ONE JOB! ONE! TO MAKE SURE HE DIES! AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN COMPLETE THAT!" yelled Giovanni at Domino.
"I am sorry, sir." she apologized again fearing for her dear life.
"I DON'T WANT YOUR APOLOGIES! I WANT HIM! I WANT HIS HEAD! HOW DID IT HAPPEN?!" yelled Giovanni again.
"I don't know. A... As soon as I found out I came straight to you,... sir" she said kneeling and looking at the ground afraid to look at her boss.
"YOU ARE LUCKY THAT YOU ARE MY RIGHT HAND BECAUSE ANYONE ELSE WOULD BE WEARING THE IRON HELMET FOR THIS!" yelled Giovanni again.
"I express my eternal gratitude for sparing me, sir. I will do anything to make up for my mistakes. What do you want, sir." said Domino quietly.
"DIDN'T I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?! I WANT HIS HEAD! GO OUT AND FIND HIM! HE CAN'T BE FAR WITH THIS WEATHER OUTSIDE!" yelled Giovanni.
"How many hunters and scouts can I take with me?" asked Domino still trembling in fear. One wrong move and Giovanni will make sure she will get the same treatment as the experiments did.
"EVERY SINGLE ONE! NOW OUT OF MY EYES OR YOU WILL WEAR THE HELMET IN A FEW MINUTES!" yelled Giovanni and he went back to his computer to look into the security cameras to find out how did the Aura Guardian escaped. Domino, on the other hand, obediently left the room and with every hunter and tracker in HQ, they went into the storm looking for the Aura Guardian.