It was a good plan…at the time.
     The Ditto in Charizard form created enough of a ruckus for the two of 
them to sneak into the factory unnoticed.  They had just gotten into the 
factory when the whole earth shook.

     She followed him into the factory.  Charizard…Ditto…whatever…was flying 
high in the sky.  The Umbrella guards where focused on the…Ditto-thing, and 
took no noticed to them.  Part of the factory were on fire now, but he said 
that didn’t matter.  The main part of the factory was underground.  They had 
just entered the factory when there was an earthquake of sorts.  She glanced 
outside and saw the Charditto on the ground.
     “We gotta help it!” she shouted at him.
     “Then they’ll know we’re here!” he yelled back, continuing on.
     “But they’ll kill it!”
     “…Damn…” he said, shaking his head and running back to the door.

     A partner’s a partner.  They know the risks.  They die, that’s life.  
But not now…
     …He had to develop a conciseness.
     They two of them ran out the door.  The next few seconds happened so 
fast, it’s hard to recall exactly what had happened.  He whipped out his 
shotgun, and she her handgun.  After five shots of the shotgun, it was out 
of ammo and he dropped it, grabbing his sword.  She just changed clips when 
she was out.  He got shot once in the arm, but it was only a flesh wound.
     They where surrounded by about two dozen guards, each armed to the 
teeth.  And each an expert at hand to hand combat.
     “Surrender now, and we won’t kill you,” one of the guards shouted out 
to the two of them.
     He responded his usual way…
     “KAMEHAMEHA!”
     The one who told them to surrender was blow away, as was the two men 
behind him.  The other guards opened fire on the two of them.

     *Idiot…*
     As soon as he blasted three of the men, she knew the others would be 
pissed.  She grabbed hold of him and…
     “Ray wing!”
     …The two of them were flying in the air.  He pulled out two handguns 
from somewhere in his coat and started firing at the men below.  She could 
tell she couldn’t hold him in the air for much longer, so she dropped him 
down just outside the circle of guards.

     It was a messy site.  She’d never seen so many people killed by one 
person in the same day, never mind a few minutes.
     He wiped off the blood from his blade and put it away.
     “I think I’m going to through up…” she muttered under her breath.
     “You’ll get used to it…” he said to her.
     *Where’s that damn thing Weber gave me…*
     She started looking through her pockets.
     “Looking for something?” he said, holding it up.
     It was a small mechanical devise no bigger than an American quarter.
     “Where’d you get that?!”

     “You dropped it during the climb.  I don’t think you really need this…” 
he said, putting it in his own pocket.
     “Hey!  That costs a lot of money you know!”
     “I know…” he said with a grin, then dusted himself off and walked back 
towards the factory.
     “What about the Dit…”
     “Ditto!” the Pokémon said from her feet.  It looked a bit beat up, but 
nothing serious.

     “Well, I guess there’s no point sneaking around now…” he said, walking 
casually down a long hallway, Patricia and Ditto following behind, and loud 
alarms blaring and bright red lights flashing.
     “Ya…I guess…not…” Patricia said, staring mesmerized down the hallway.
     “Huh?” he turned, then saw what had caught her eye.   “Pat…run…run as 
fast as you can…” he said, not taking his eyes off of it…

     “What the hell is it…?” she asked him.
     “Don’t ask, just run!” he shouted to her, pulling out his sword and 
charging at the thing.
     She’d never seen or heard of anything like it before.  It stood about 
nine feet tall, all green, very similar to 3Ks…but it wasn’t.  It looked 
much worse…
     Without another thought, she ran back the other way, leaving the fight 
behind.

     *Umbrella…they really are preparing for project 546.*
     He swung at the thing, but when it came into contact, the sword 
shattered.
     “Arg!”
     A piece of the metal lodged itself into his leg.  He could feel the 
blood rushing out of him.
     “GRAR!” the thing screamed, raising one taloned hand.
     “Scyther!”
     His Scyther left his Pokéball and parried the talons.
     “Scyther!  Be careful” he told it.
     *Pokémon aren’t supposed to leave their Pokéballs without you telling 
them to, but I’m not going to complain…*

     “Dit?”
     The ditto stopped in it’s tracks.
     “Come on!  He told us to run!” she shouted at it.
     “DITTO!” it shouted, the transformed.
     “Machamp!” the transformed Ditto said, then ran back down the hall 
towards the thing.
     *Damn Pokémon…he said run!*
     “Wait for me!” she shouted after it.

“Scyther…scythe…”
     The Pokémon dropped to the ground, struggling to breath.
“GRAR!” he thing said, standing over Scyther's body.
     *BAM*
     “Weber!  I know…”
     *BAM*
     “…you can hear me!”
     *BAM*
     “You’re the next to die!”
     *BAM*
     He fired round after round at the thing, trying to distract it from 
Scyther.
     It worked.
     The thing came running after him.  He couldn’t move.  Not unless he 
wanted to bleed to death.
     “Machamp!”
     The transformed Ditto rammed into the thing, knocking it down.
     “Machamp ma!”
     The Ditto hammered at the thing.  While it was beating on the thing, 
there was a blinding flash of light.  When he regained his sight, a Scyther 
was on top of the thing, bringing down it’s talons on the thing’s chest.
     “You all right?”
     It was Pat…’Tisha…calling down the hall from where the Ditto had come 
from.
     *…P…Pat…*
     He blacked out from the loss of blood.

     He awoke to the sound of birds chirping in a nest nearby.
     “Wha…What happened?” he said aloud, a bit groggy.
     “You fell unconscious from a loss of blood,” a female voice said.  It 
sounded like Pat.  He still missed Pat.  He never thought that one could 
miss another so much.
     Then he blacked out again.

     He saw images.  The night in the arena.  Danny.  Weber.  The ‘clone’ 
holding up a handkerchief.  Pat sitting on his bed.  Trent.  Then he saw 
more resent one’s.  Ukyou.  Ryoko.  Gordon.  Ranma, and all the others he’d 
met in Nerima.

     “There you are…gave me a bit of a scare…” said the same female voice.  
He looked up and saw Pat.
     *But Pat’s de…now I remember…’Tisha…*
     He sat up, then looked her in the eye.
     “What?” she asked.
     “Do you remember your past?”
     It was simple.  The clone at the tournament.  He had a handkerchief 
he’d put in Pat’s grave.  If they cloned him somehow, what’s to say they 
didn’t find her body just to make a clone to fuck around with his mind…as if 
it wasn’t screwed up enough already…
     “What do you mean?”
     “I mean, do you remember your childhood?”
     “No…about two years ago I got amnesia.  But I met a man in America who 
had brought me in, gave me a job, and a new place to live,” she answered.
     “By any chance, his name wasn’t Weber?”
     “Yes, Weber.  He never did tell me his first name.  I always just 
called him Mr. Weber.”
     “Ok, I need you to listen VERY closely to what I have to say…”
     He took a deep breath, let it out, then began his tail of the past few 
years.

     “…One thing more…a few days before…IT…happened, Pat gave me this…” he 
said, pulling out the yellow ball.
     “A Dragonball?  Where’d…”
     “What’d you say?” he interrupted, leaning a bit closer to her.
     “A Dragonball…What?”
     He sat back with a puzzled expression.
     “Weber has two just like it.  Well…not JUST like, they all have a 
different number of stars on them.”
     “What are Dragonballs?”
     “Well, there are seven of them world wide.  I only know of two.  Three 
including yours.  Weber has one in his mansion in America, and another 
somewhere in Japan.  Legend says, that who so ever brings all seven 
dragonballs together in one place is granted any one wish they so desire.”
     “Any?”
     “Any.”

     He was mad.  First, they created monsters.  Second, they killed Pat.  
Third, they’d killed Kevin.  Fourth, they’d made a clone of him.  Fifth, 
they’d dug up Pat’s body and cloned her.  Sixth, they didn’t even tell her 
anything.  Seventh, they’d killed Ditto…
     …and now…
     …And now they’d die.
      Shortly after they’d discussed the Dragonballs, Pat mentioned the 
Ditto had stayed.  They was no way it could have survived.
     The two of them marched toward the front entrance of the factory, high 
atop the mountain.
     “Holt!  Only authorized personal…waitasecond!  YOU!” a guard said, 
raising his semi-automatic machine gun.
     *BAM*
     He just kept walking by, and fired one round into the guy.
     The two of them walked right through the front door.
     “Freeze!  Don’t move!” another guard shouted out behind them.
     He froze, a grin on his face.
     “Out!” the guard shouted.
     He slowly walked outside.  In seconds they were surrounded once more by 
guards.
     His grin widened.
     “What’s so funny?!” a guard yelled at him.
     “…You…”
     One that, Pat flew into the air.
     “Ray wing!”
     “Fire!” half a dozen of the guards shouted out.
     “KAMEHAMEHA!”
     He fired two blasts, one from each hand, at the guars to his sides.
     “KAIOKEN!”
     He fired up, rushed at the guards to his left, and pulled out his sword 
and swung.
     Meanwhile, Pat was high in the air, firing at the guards below.
     *BAM*
     In seconds all the guards where dead, and he was unconscious on the 
ground.

     “You ok?”
     When he came to, Pat was kneeling beside him.
     “I’ve gotta learn to control that more.”
     He stood up, then walked once more towards the entrance of the factory.
     “How long was I out?”
     “Only about a minute.”
     “Really?” he stopped, surprised.
     “Ya, it wasn’t that long…”
     *I’m using it so much lately, maybe I’m learning to handle it better.*
     He continued into the factory.