[h1][center][color=ed1c24]The Red Hand[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][center][color=92278f]The Bloody Hand[/color][/center][/h2]

All things considered, this was a good day. Another trainer separated from his junk Pokemon, another Pokemon in tears as the dumb thing choked on the poison. This wasn't his first casualty today, nor was it gonna be his last. He had orders from higher up today, and it was his pleasure to do this. This wasn't a chore to him, it was like being asked to sit down and watch TV. After all, they got too curious where he was living, and dead men tell no tales.

It was another lovely day, a Pikachu and Machoke had fallen. He silently chuckled, [i]must have ma-choked on the poison[/i]. He almost forgot about the trainer crying on his knees. Poor guy must have thought the beating would end when they fainted, that wasn't how he did things. If the trash lost, they didn't deserve the mercy of life. If he let the trainer live, he would spread the word. The Bloody Hand don't take kindly to intruders and he was proof of what happens when you cross him. Heh, he almost had a feeling of pity, better end his life before it grows. Another order of toxic, and the trainer fell to the ground. Wonder why they keep coming?

He gave a pat on the head to his Weezing. Despite it's constant complaints of something in it's throat, if it had one that is, it always delivered. His favorite target dummy, ready to jump into the shot for mutual loss. The thing was a good sponge and an even better bomb. He turned to the dying trainer, and asked him where he heard of this place. The toxic must have been too much, because he already passed out. A few more minutes and he would die. He couldn't help but smile.

He turned to leave the alleyway, no doubt someone will find the body, but it will be too late. He made sure of that, personally. Lost in the fight, he forgot to ask the question before they died. That makes the third one today, maybe another will show up looking for this one. Something nagged at his mind, he forgot something, no idea what is was though. He coughed violently, remembering it quickly. He was too close to the poison cloud again, he reached quickly  for one of many antidotes on his belt. A quick stab and he felt a lot better, that was a close one. Now back to his business...

Inventory:
Antidote X?

Pokemon:
Weezing