Scortch: All I can say is that I never expected my life to turn out how it is now. Before my involvement, I was always happy, never had any negative thoughts and nightmares and believed that I would always be orange--so I thought...

It was one day where I saw one of my friends attacking other people in a group I was in. He had been possessed by the Pitch-Black Pokemon. At one point, he managed to injure me and the attack he sent out made me lose my mind and I was taken under. My skin turned black, my chest; gray, my flame; purple and black--I was turning dark and because I was quite young, I couldn't stop the darkness. In no time, I was put under and helped my already possessed friend attack everyone. I couldn't do anything but watch as my friends were facing our fury--which was quite tough to handle...

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However, me and my friend were finally stopped, but just barely. My friend was instantly turned back to normal, but me? Something wasn't right. In fact, my normal coloration didn't turn back to normal, but I could control myself again. It took a unique ability from another one of my friends to change my appearance from dark to light...

Scortch: Now I know what you're thinking: All of that doesn't relate to the 'Dark Society' that I was going to talk about! Well, from that experience was where my membership with the society was around the corner...

It was nighttime and from that day, I kept having nightmares. They mainly regarded me turning evil and saying that I would show my friends my dark fury. I, of course, was a Charmander that easily overreacted to dreams and nightmares. I was scared and didn't know what to do. Thankfully, the friend that had been taken over and turned me evil that one day, supported me and helped me took my mind off my nightmares by chatting. Though that helped, little did I know that I would turn dark again and worse--from a separate master...

It was daytime and my group had returned from an important mission--to bring back a group member who misunderstood her strength. All of a sudden, something snapped inside me. I felt pain and was going under again. This time, my normal coloration stayed, but in my mind repeated one word: Ki.ll! Again, I could stop myself and I ended up majorly injuring the member of my group that had ran away. Everyone was shocked from what I did. They never knew that I could take down a Pokemon that was normally stronger than me. From that, I chuckled, telling everyone else that they haven't seen my true fury yet and I disappeared to somewhere secretly...

Scortch: And from that point, my soul was slowily going to be held by darkness and my involvement with the 'Dark Society' was unfortunately hitting home...

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Scortch--Kind of... ; 3)

Scortch: Now in terms of registration to the society, the things I saw still haunted me to this day...

I arrived in a dark world that was cut off from society. The place looked somewhat mideval and the area was made of stone with a dark crimson flavor or color. I occasionally heard screams and shrieking and I was told that was regarding half the registration and half the tor.t.ure that those had resisted in joining. There were corpses at a certain area of the building. There were corpses of Pokemon who, I were told, just didn't want to be part of the society. It just goes to show that the Dark Society made the word 'no' extinct. I was suddenly a bit nervous at that point, but I had to join. I didn't want to lose my life early. I had no choice...

Officially, no one had ever escaped the society and those who did became corpses. Again, I was nervous, but a dark presence in my head told me not to worry. It said the registration was super easy--and super painful...

Soon, it was my turn to be registered and when the dark presence said it would be 'super painful', it wasn't kidding--branding was the first step. It involved getting claws plunged into a certain part of our bodies--in my case, thanks to my friend who attacked me in the back, the back was the place. I obeyed the head of the society and everyone who was dominant to it. I always did that in my life--respecting those who were at a higher strength than me--even if they were evil.

The brander was given the signal and the claws were inserted. I shrieked from the pain as the claws traced a pattern on my back. It was an eight-pointed saw--the symbol of the society. I then slowly turned dark and evil when the branding was done. I moaned in pain--feeling like I had gotten shot, but it was really like I gotten tattooed on the same place more than once and the result created seemed to look like a saw-shaped tattoo on my back, but I was told it was actually a scar--a large scar that would soon change to brown due to my skin color. Did it hurt? Yeah. It hurt--more than anything that I've ever felt in my life...

(Okay guys. I'm taking a break and more to this story will be added later... What do you guys think of it so far? /: ])

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Scortch: The Dark Society had many rules that members had to follow. All of which were mostly regarding rules that humans had to follow in their lives...

We couldn't leave our masters that train us until we're done. If out in public, we had to cover up our Dark Society scar to prevent detection and, if telling to others, we must keep the society a secret. We shouldn't attack anyone unless if necessary and for a good reason. We shouldn't interact with other members of different types. We can't be abusive to anyone or anything--again, unless if there's a good reason. We must treat those who are dominant correctly--and those who have already been registered in the past shall be obeyed. We shall not steal, attack or give any living thing fate--again, unless if necessary. We must vow to fight as a society if we're told to--even if it's against our real life friends. We shall keep our true feelings of the Dark Society hidden. There are many other rules, but the ones I said are the most important. From how I acted in the society and performed in my training, I was given the seal of approval and am considered a dominant member. I still respect my master--even if he died unexpectly from an enraged member, and...even though I hate the society...

Scortch: Ever since I joined the society, I've been usually suffering at least a day or two every week. I wear my cloak that I recieved from the society when I'm just not feeling enthused. It shows that I'm trying to cope with the darkness...

After the pain from the branding stopped, the head of the Dark Society gave me a cloak. It was the same color as the world of the society (a painting was posted of me wearing it in this gallery). It had the Dark Society symbol on the front and had a hood where I put on to show that I'm trying to handle my concern with my future. Thanks to my friends and trainer that understands my pain, I have gotten a lot of support from my ordeal--and I got the scar to prove it...

I usually turn dark from extreme anger or sadness for a specific time if I can't calm down. If this happens, run. Even if I'm a Charmander, my strength hugely increases whenever my anger has hit it's high point. I can only be stopped from a strong power with good timing. But if I were you, getting away from my sight is your best bet. I attack anyone that's in front of my eyes when I can't handle my emotions and again, I don't stop 'till I proved my point or a strong force stops me cold. I still haven't hurt anyone badly since my friends have helped me with my darkness and I hope that stays the same..... (End)

The story's now done, guys! ; 3

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