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If you're thinking, 'Where have all the reviews gone!? WTF happened?' well it was due to an error, you see when the change over happened from the old AGNPH to the new one happened, I had to add my Co-authors back on, seeing as it took them off for some unknown reason. Anyway, when that happened, 2 copies of this story were made. I tried to delete the one without co-authors but when I did, it also deleted the other one, leaving me with no copies of blood and love, so yeah, have to re-upload. This is a pain in the ass but I heard that there was a problem with the text in all the older stories that made the text all glitchy, so maybe it was for the best that I re-uploaded it. Fortunatly, 'Blood and love' over at FanFiction isn't fucked up so that should make things easier. Also I've now noticed theres a duplicate 'Blood and love' story floating around, why this has happened I have no idea but I'm gonna try get it deleted. Oh, hears the stats for the story before it got wiped out.Views: 26,000Rating: 4.5Reviews: 59Oh, disclaimer. Yeah, Pokemon, I don't own it and I don't intend to make a profit out of it. This was done just for fun.
Bloodstained snow.
2 years earlier.
Richard looked around the snow covered terrain that surrounded him, nearly everything he could see was snow. With his all white combat clothing he was almost invisible, even his MP5 submachine gun was covered in white cloth. Richard turned to see 19 other men wearing the same outfit but with different things covering their faces like white masks, white scarfs and bandanas, even white face paint. This mission was big, they were led in teams of 10, Carter was leading his team and a mercenary leader that he had never seen before was leading the other. They all had different weapons, some had hunting rifles and sniper rifles, others had assault rifles and shotguns, he even saw one man with what looked like a grenade launcher, those were extremely hard to find. The group of men gathered around to hear what their leaders had to say, the man he never saw before started things off.
"Men, we have to take out a man named Karlo." The man took out a picture and held it up to show the group. The picture of Karlo shown him with short gelled black hair, a mustache and a rather sinister look on his face, he looked to be somewhere in his late twenties. "He is a slaver, sells both Pokemon and humans. He has around about 30 to 40 men under his command." The man added. Carter stepped forward "We know that there are two buildings just over that hill, one of them is their barracks and the other we are not quite sure of but I'm guessing that's where the slaves are." Richard's ears perked up, he had to get to that building before anyone was killed, he didn't want the slaves to get slaughtered just for the sake of the mission. "Carter, send me to the slave building." as Richard said this the entire group looked at him. Carter knew that even if he ordered him not to go he still would, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to talk him out of it. "Richard that's suicide, 40 men, do you think you could take out 40 men?" Richard looked hurt, but that look soon disappear from his face when he came up with an answer. "There's only one way to find out." Richard responded, the leader of the other group smiled although it wasn't visible through his white mask. "I like this guy, let him give it a shot. If he fails then we simply roll in and take them out as planned." The man said. "I will go with Richard." said a man that he never seen before. Carter sighed "Fine, you can go with him." The unnamed man stood next to Richard to form their own little infiltration group. "Alright, we move up and split into 2 fire teams, don't let any hostiles survive." Carter said in a very serious tone. The group moved up, splitting into teams of two while moving to the hills, Richard and the unnamed man followed Carter's group so they knew which building is the slave building. They had reached the top of the hill and saw a building to the left and another to the right. "The building to the right are where I think they are keeping the slaves." carter said whilst pointing to the largest building, the men all looked at a small group of people near the slave building, they all took out either binoculars or scopes to see what was going on. Richard saw the target Karlo among the group, he also saw a kid in his teens, a Charmander, and 6 armed guards around them. Karlo was dressed in a white tuxedo, an weird thing to be wearing in a place that is below freezing point. He saw Karlo take out a large hand gun, a desert eagle, he pointed it at the Charmander's head and pulled the trigger. It's brains splattered on the snow leaving a huge red mark, the kid ran at Karlo but he just aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger, the impact took quarter of the kid's head off. Richard felt a burning hatred for Karlo, he needed to get to that place fast before anymore slaves die.
Karlo looked at the dead bodies in front and behind him, he crouched over the body of the teenager. "You really shouldn't have tried to hit me, boy." he said coldly. He slowly stood up and looked to one of his men who seemed to be staring at a hill. "What the fuck are you looking at?" Karlo shouted, the man simply pointed to the hill. Karlo looked to where he was pointing and saw something moving.
Carter lowered his binoculars "Shit, they've seen spotted us. Take em out now!"
Karlo raised his gun while also running for the slave building, he shot off 5 very inaccurate shots towards the hill. His men did the same and fired at the hill with AK 47 and M16 assault rifles. A hail of gunfire came from Carter's and the other leader's Fire teams, the bullets struck Karlo's men, shredding and tearing them. A small army came out of both buildings and fired on Carter's position, pinning them down for a short while. Carter looked around to find a way out of the situation, he looked to one of his men holding a grenade launcher. "What are you waiting for? Shoot them!" Carter shouted. The man with the grenade launcher stayed in cover, aimed upwards and fired. The grenade arched over the hill and landed in between 3 men, blowing one man's legs off and knocking out the other 2. The blast made Karlo's men scatter and gave Carter's team time to line up a few shots. Richard and his team mate had already headed down the hill and hidden behind the slave building, they were hoping to find some kind of back entrance but they had no such luck. Richard looked around the side of the building, all he could see was blood, explosions and men in the distance firing in all directions. All he could hear was gunshots, men shouting and more loud explosions. Richard turned to his team mate and told him to follow him, Richard then sprinted around the side of the building with his gun drawn ready to fire at anyone he comes across. He turned a corner and saw the front door to the entrance, bullets hit the wall next to him as he began to sprint to the front door, he finally reached it and forced the door open by pushing down its handle and forcing his shoulder into it. He threw himself into the building closely followed by his limping team mate, Richard closed the door behind him. They were now in a concrete hallway, Richard looked to his team mate who was leaning against a wall and clutching his left thigh with one hand and holding his shotgun in the other, he could see blood flowing from his thigh and slowly dripping off his white combat trousers and onto the floor.
"Your hit, stay here and guard the door. I will find the slaves." Richard said to the injured man. The man replied with a simple nod and Richard cautiously walked down the hall way. The hallway was long and dark, it split into two directions at the end, Richard stopped half way down the hall when he heard a faint growling noise. Richard aimed his gun down the hallway and lowered himself onto one knee. He could see a shadow of a dog like creature with horns on the right side of the hall, Richard knew almost instantly that this was a Houndoom, Richard readied himself for what was to come. The dark doberman-like Houndoom jumped from around its corner and let loose a flamethrower-like attack on Richard who narrowly dodged it by throwing himself into the other side of the hall way, he could feel the heat on his face. Richard quickly struck back by immediately firing into the source of the flame, the Houndoom's head. It's flame died out quickly as it fell to the ground with 6 bullets in its head.
"Richard, are you alright back there." the injured man called out. Richard pushed himself off the concrete floor before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine." Richard shouted back.
Richard began walking down the hall again, he thought about who the Houndoom belonged to. He figured it belonged to Karlo, it would match his personality. He reached the end of the hall, he now had to choose to go left or right, He chose right and continued down that hall until he reached the door. The door was metal and had a small circular window to look in, like port holes on a ship. He looked into the window and saw metallic tables and chairs, it looked like a mess hall, he could see there was another door in the room as well. He quickly pushed open the door and quickly turned right and left to make sure no one was right besides the door. He made his way over to the second door, as he did he noticed an empty desert eagle on one of the tables, it was the same gun Karlo used. Richard then looked into the window of the second room, it looked like a kitchen, black and white tiled floor, a counter on the right side of the room that had dirty dishes and plates on it, another larger counter in the center of the room with cutting board's, knives and meat cleavers on it. Richard quickly entered the room, he quickly looked to the right, he felt something hard strike him on the back of his head, he dropped his gun and stumbled over to the counter to the right of him. Richard turned to see Karlo with a frying pan in his hand. Karlo raised his hand to give Richard another smack with the frying pan but Richard quickly grabbed him by the wrist to stop him, Karlo then wrapped his other hand around Richard's neck, he then dropped the frying pan and did the same with the other hand. Richard's hands wrapped around his, trying to save himself from strangulation, he soon realized that it was hopeless so he used one hand to search around the counter behind him, his vision was getting blurry, his hand felt something, it was a plate, he grabbed it and quickly smashed it across Karlo's head. Karlo's grip weakened but not enough for Richard to pry his hands off his neck, he reached over in the same direction and quickly found another plate and smashed it across Karlo's head again. As Richard managed to pry his hands off him he also gave Karlo a good solid punch to the jaw and kick to the stomach which made Karlo stumble into the counter in the center of the room. Karlo was pissed and began shouting at Richard "YOU FU-" he was cut off by Richard who gave him an uppercut to the jaw which made Karlo bite off the front part of his tongue. Blood began pouring out of Karlo's mouth, Richard then punched him with a right hook, Karlo fell to the ground but but stopped him self by placing his hands in front of him. Richard wasn't done with him, he grabbed Karlo by the hair and forced his knee into his face before slamming his head off the center counter. Karlo was barely conscious, Richard grabbed the meat cleaver from the center counter and made his way over to the bruised and bloodied Karlo. Richard raised the meat cleaver in his hand, Karlo raised his own hand in an attempt to defend himself. Richard brought down the cleaver onto Karlo's hand which split it in two right down to the wrist. Karlo screamed out in pain but was silenced by Richard who then brought down the cleaver onto his head, Richard felt and heard the blade pass through his skull with a loud crack.
Richard left the blade in Karlo's skull and backed away from his body. He reached for the back of his head and felt something warm, he then looked at his hand and saw it was blood, the strike from the frying pan must have opened up a cut or a wound on the back of his head. Richard then began looking for his gun, he found it by the door he came in. He walked back to the hallway when he saw there were no doors in the kitchen, he saw his team mate down the end of the hall, still watching the front door, he also noticed that he could hear the war zone outside. He then walked up the hallway he didn't look in. There was another door, same type as the others, he looked through the window and saw cages with both Pokemon and humans all cramped in together, there was also a door at the end of that room. He slowly opened the door and saw there were no guards in the room. The slaves eyes went over the man who had just entered the room, carrying a submachine gun, wearing all white combat gear with a white scarf around the lower part of his face and a white bandana on his head, covered in blood and looking around at everything cautiously. Some of the Pokemon went insane and started growling and shouting. "Stay quiet." Richard said, urging them to just shut up. He then heard some shuffling coming from the door at the end of the room, he quickly rushed over to the side of the door and waited to attack whoever it was.
"What the fuck did I tell you? one of you is going to get a beating." a rough voice said.
The door Richard was standing by opened and a man headed over to one of the cages, he clearly did not notice Richard. The man was a little larger than Richard, he was bald, dark skinned, shirtless and wearing dirty dark blue trousers with keys clipped to his black leather belt.
The man knelt down to look at a small Pokemon. "I've always wanted to beat the shit out of one of you."
Richard shot the man in the knee, he dropped to the ground, clutching his wound. Richard then went to finish the job by kicking him in the ribs and stamping on his head over, and over, and over again. Richard looked at the man underneath his boot, he wasn't sure if he was dead or unconscious. He grabbed the keys from his belt and ran over to one of the cages.
"Your helping us?" the question came from a young looking boy inside the cage.
"Yes, but you probably shouldn't head out too soon, there's a small war going on outside." Richard answered.
"Thank you." the boy smiled. Richard felt a sense of accomplishment as he unlocked the cage and let out about 20 different Pokemon and 3 humans. He then headed over to the other 2 cages and unlocked those. The Pokemon and humans all stumbled out and looked at their unlikely hero.
Carter had put down the last hostile with a head shot, there was only 2 other people with him, an unnamed sniper and the guy with the grenade launcher. He walked over to the slave building, it's door opened and Carter and the rest of the team got into position. Carter saw two men, It was Richard and the other guy that got sent with him.
"Richard, where's Karlo? He wasn't among the bodies out here." Carter said.
"He's dead, I killed him myself. How big is the boat that's coming to pick us up?" Richard asked. Carter was a little confused. "It's big, why?"
"Because there's going to be about 70 people that need to get to safety, if they stay here most of them will freeze to death." Richard answered.
Carter realized that he was talking about the slaves, he didn't actually think they would still be alive. "They can come but we are dropping them off at Kanto." Carter said. Richard smiled, he had saved a lot of Pokemon and humans while taking out an evil slave trading man. This was the one mission he could say that he was proud to be a part of.
Present day.
Richard had left out all the gory details from his story, he didn't want Tera to know the true horror and brutality of his missions.
Tera knew it must have been a horrible mission but she knew why that mission made him feel better. "You saved a lot of lives, without you they might have died."
Richard knew that but hearing it coming from Tera just made it seem better.
Richard looked around the snow covered terrain that surrounded him, nearly everything he could see was snow. With his all white combat clothing he was almost invisible, even his MP5 submachine gun was covered in white cloth. Richard turned to see 19 other men wearing the same outfit but with different things covering their faces like white masks, white scarfs and bandanas, even white face paint. This mission was big, they were led in teams of 10, Carter was leading his team and a mercenary leader that he had never seen before was leading the other. They all had different weapons, some had hunting rifles and sniper rifles, others had assault rifles and shotguns, he even saw one man with what looked like a grenade launcher, those were extremely hard to find. The group of men gathered around to hear what their leaders had to say, the man he never saw before started things off.
"Men, we have to take out a man named Karlo." The man took out a picture and held it up to show the group. The picture of Karlo shown him with short gelled black hair, a mustache and a rather sinister look on his face, he looked to be somewhere in his late twenties. "He is a slaver, sells both Pokemon and humans. He has around about 30 to 40 men under his command." The man added. Carter stepped forward "We know that there are two buildings just over that hill, one of them is their barracks and the other we are not quite sure of but I'm guessing that's where the slaves are." Richard's ears perked up, he had to get to that building before anyone was killed, he didn't want the slaves to get slaughtered just for the sake of the mission. "Carter, send me to the slave building." as Richard said this the entire group looked at him. Carter knew that even if he ordered him not to go he still would, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to talk him out of it. "Richard that's suicide, 40 men, do you think you could take out 40 men?" Richard looked hurt, but that look soon disappear from his face when he came up with an answer. "There's only one way to find out." Richard responded, the leader of the other group smiled although it wasn't visible through his white mask. "I like this guy, let him give it a shot. If he fails then we simply roll in and take them out as planned." The man said. "I will go with Richard." said a man that he never seen before. Carter sighed "Fine, you can go with him." The unnamed man stood next to Richard to form their own little infiltration group. "Alright, we move up and split into 2 fire teams, don't let any hostiles survive." Carter said in a very serious tone. The group moved up, splitting into teams of two while moving to the hills, Richard and the unnamed man followed Carter's group so they knew which building is the slave building. They had reached the top of the hill and saw a building to the left and another to the right. "The building to the right are where I think they are keeping the slaves." carter said whilst pointing to the largest building, the men all looked at a small group of people near the slave building, they all took out either binoculars or scopes to see what was going on. Richard saw the target Karlo among the group, he also saw a kid in his teens, a Charmander, and 6 armed guards around them. Karlo was dressed in a white tuxedo, an weird thing to be wearing in a place that is below freezing point. He saw Karlo take out a large hand gun, a desert eagle, he pointed it at the Charmander's head and pulled the trigger. It's brains splattered on the snow leaving a huge red mark, the kid ran at Karlo but he just aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger, the impact took quarter of the kid's head off. Richard felt a burning hatred for Karlo, he needed to get to that place fast before anymore slaves die.
Karlo looked at the dead bodies in front and behind him, he crouched over the body of the teenager. "You really shouldn't have tried to hit me, boy." he said coldly. He slowly stood up and looked to one of his men who seemed to be staring at a hill. "What the fuck are you looking at?" Karlo shouted, the man simply pointed to the hill. Karlo looked to where he was pointing and saw something moving.
Carter lowered his binoculars "Shit, they've seen spotted us. Take em out now!"
Karlo raised his gun while also running for the slave building, he shot off 5 very inaccurate shots towards the hill. His men did the same and fired at the hill with AK 47 and M16 assault rifles. A hail of gunfire came from Carter's and the other leader's Fire teams, the bullets struck Karlo's men, shredding and tearing them. A small army came out of both buildings and fired on Carter's position, pinning them down for a short while. Carter looked around to find a way out of the situation, he looked to one of his men holding a grenade launcher. "What are you waiting for? Shoot them!" Carter shouted. The man with the grenade launcher stayed in cover, aimed upwards and fired. The grenade arched over the hill and landed in between 3 men, blowing one man's legs off and knocking out the other 2. The blast made Karlo's men scatter and gave Carter's team time to line up a few shots. Richard and his team mate had already headed down the hill and hidden behind the slave building, they were hoping to find some kind of back entrance but they had no such luck. Richard looked around the side of the building, all he could see was blood, explosions and men in the distance firing in all directions. All he could hear was gunshots, men shouting and more loud explosions. Richard turned to his team mate and told him to follow him, Richard then sprinted around the side of the building with his gun drawn ready to fire at anyone he comes across. He turned a corner and saw the front door to the entrance, bullets hit the wall next to him as he began to sprint to the front door, he finally reached it and forced the door open by pushing down its handle and forcing his shoulder into it. He threw himself into the building closely followed by his limping team mate, Richard closed the door behind him. They were now in a concrete hallway, Richard looked to his team mate who was leaning against a wall and clutching his left thigh with one hand and holding his shotgun in the other, he could see blood flowing from his thigh and slowly dripping off his white combat trousers and onto the floor.
"Your hit, stay here and guard the door. I will find the slaves." Richard said to the injured man. The man replied with a simple nod and Richard cautiously walked down the hall way. The hallway was long and dark, it split into two directions at the end, Richard stopped half way down the hall when he heard a faint growling noise. Richard aimed his gun down the hallway and lowered himself onto one knee. He could see a shadow of a dog like creature with horns on the right side of the hall, Richard knew almost instantly that this was a Houndoom, Richard readied himself for what was to come. The dark doberman-like Houndoom jumped from around its corner and let loose a flamethrower-like attack on Richard who narrowly dodged it by throwing himself into the other side of the hall way, he could feel the heat on his face. Richard quickly struck back by immediately firing into the source of the flame, the Houndoom's head. It's flame died out quickly as it fell to the ground with 6 bullets in its head.
"Richard, are you alright back there." the injured man called out. Richard pushed himself off the concrete floor before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine." Richard shouted back.
Richard began walking down the hall again, he thought about who the Houndoom belonged to. He figured it belonged to Karlo, it would match his personality. He reached the end of the hall, he now had to choose to go left or right, He chose right and continued down that hall until he reached the door. The door was metal and had a small circular window to look in, like port holes on a ship. He looked into the window and saw metallic tables and chairs, it looked like a mess hall, he could see there was another door in the room as well. He quickly pushed open the door and quickly turned right and left to make sure no one was right besides the door. He made his way over to the second door, as he did he noticed an empty desert eagle on one of the tables, it was the same gun Karlo used. Richard then looked into the window of the second room, it looked like a kitchen, black and white tiled floor, a counter on the right side of the room that had dirty dishes and plates on it, another larger counter in the center of the room with cutting board's, knives and meat cleavers on it. Richard quickly entered the room, he quickly looked to the right, he felt something hard strike him on the back of his head, he dropped his gun and stumbled over to the counter to the right of him. Richard turned to see Karlo with a frying pan in his hand. Karlo raised his hand to give Richard another smack with the frying pan but Richard quickly grabbed him by the wrist to stop him, Karlo then wrapped his other hand around Richard's neck, he then dropped the frying pan and did the same with the other hand. Richard's hands wrapped around his, trying to save himself from strangulation, he soon realized that it was hopeless so he used one hand to search around the counter behind him, his vision was getting blurry, his hand felt something, it was a plate, he grabbed it and quickly smashed it across Karlo's head. Karlo's grip weakened but not enough for Richard to pry his hands off his neck, he reached over in the same direction and quickly found another plate and smashed it across Karlo's head again. As Richard managed to pry his hands off him he also gave Karlo a good solid punch to the jaw and kick to the stomach which made Karlo stumble into the counter in the center of the room. Karlo was pissed and began shouting at Richard "YOU FU-" he was cut off by Richard who gave him an uppercut to the jaw which made Karlo bite off the front part of his tongue. Blood began pouring out of Karlo's mouth, Richard then punched him with a right hook, Karlo fell to the ground but but stopped him self by placing his hands in front of him. Richard wasn't done with him, he grabbed Karlo by the hair and forced his knee into his face before slamming his head off the center counter. Karlo was barely conscious, Richard grabbed the meat cleaver from the center counter and made his way over to the bruised and bloodied Karlo. Richard raised the meat cleaver in his hand, Karlo raised his own hand in an attempt to defend himself. Richard brought down the cleaver onto Karlo's hand which split it in two right down to the wrist. Karlo screamed out in pain but was silenced by Richard who then brought down the cleaver onto his head, Richard felt and heard the blade pass through his skull with a loud crack.
Richard left the blade in Karlo's skull and backed away from his body. He reached for the back of his head and felt something warm, he then looked at his hand and saw it was blood, the strike from the frying pan must have opened up a cut or a wound on the back of his head. Richard then began looking for his gun, he found it by the door he came in. He walked back to the hallway when he saw there were no doors in the kitchen, he saw his team mate down the end of the hall, still watching the front door, he also noticed that he could hear the war zone outside. He then walked up the hallway he didn't look in. There was another door, same type as the others, he looked through the window and saw cages with both Pokemon and humans all cramped in together, there was also a door at the end of that room. He slowly opened the door and saw there were no guards in the room. The slaves eyes went over the man who had just entered the room, carrying a submachine gun, wearing all white combat gear with a white scarf around the lower part of his face and a white bandana on his head, covered in blood and looking around at everything cautiously. Some of the Pokemon went insane and started growling and shouting. "Stay quiet." Richard said, urging them to just shut up. He then heard some shuffling coming from the door at the end of the room, he quickly rushed over to the side of the door and waited to attack whoever it was.
"What the fuck did I tell you? one of you is going to get a beating." a rough voice said.
The door Richard was standing by opened and a man headed over to one of the cages, he clearly did not notice Richard. The man was a little larger than Richard, he was bald, dark skinned, shirtless and wearing dirty dark blue trousers with keys clipped to his black leather belt.
The man knelt down to look at a small Pokemon. "I've always wanted to beat the shit out of one of you."
Richard shot the man in the knee, he dropped to the ground, clutching his wound. Richard then went to finish the job by kicking him in the ribs and stamping on his head over, and over, and over again. Richard looked at the man underneath his boot, he wasn't sure if he was dead or unconscious. He grabbed the keys from his belt and ran over to one of the cages.
"Your helping us?" the question came from a young looking boy inside the cage.
"Yes, but you probably shouldn't head out too soon, there's a small war going on outside." Richard answered.
"Thank you." the boy smiled. Richard felt a sense of accomplishment as he unlocked the cage and let out about 20 different Pokemon and 3 humans. He then headed over to the other 2 cages and unlocked those. The Pokemon and humans all stumbled out and looked at their unlikely hero.
Carter had put down the last hostile with a head shot, there was only 2 other people with him, an unnamed sniper and the guy with the grenade launcher. He walked over to the slave building, it's door opened and Carter and the rest of the team got into position. Carter saw two men, It was Richard and the other guy that got sent with him.
"Richard, where's Karlo? He wasn't among the bodies out here." Carter said.
"He's dead, I killed him myself. How big is the boat that's coming to pick us up?" Richard asked. Carter was a little confused. "It's big, why?"
"Because there's going to be about 70 people that need to get to safety, if they stay here most of them will freeze to death." Richard answered.
Carter realized that he was talking about the slaves, he didn't actually think they would still be alive. "They can come but we are dropping them off at Kanto." Carter said. Richard smiled, he had saved a lot of Pokemon and humans while taking out an evil slave trading man. This was the one mission he could say that he was proud to be a part of.
Present day.
Richard had left out all the gory details from his story, he didn't want Tera to know the true horror and brutality of his missions.
Tera knew it must have been a horrible mission but she knew why that mission made him feel better. "You saved a lot of lives, without you they might have died."
Richard knew that but hearing it coming from Tera just made it seem better.