A/N: Hey guys, here's chapter eight! I hope you've enjoyed reading Rings as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It's been a lot of fun, and there's more books in this series to come!! Thanks for all the support I've gotten throughout the chapters, I really appreciate it. Love you guys!

"Spying on them? Why?" I asked.
"Team Rocket and Team Plasma are opposing Teams," Serena said. "So we've been trying to figure out what they're up to to stay a step ahead of them."
Brandon nodded. "But they must've missed where Giovanni put Fionna... Or Crystal." His eyes widened. "They must know that she's a professional Pokémon Capturer and want her for stealing other people's Pokémon...!"
"How could they find out she's actually Crystal?" I asked, shocked.
"They have their ways," Samantha said quietly. "They can find out things more than us, and we're some of the most trusted agents. Mythical Pokémon have a high standing in this organization..."
"So you're telling me that they might have planted a spy not only in our organization but in the little group of four transformers that I know," I said. "No way," Brandon breathed. "Alice is a spy?"
"I never said that, it could be you," I replied. "Spies are hard to catch..."
"How do we know you're not a spy, rather perfect you met us around the time this started," Brandon countered, stepping away.
"I wasn't even a transforming person before you shot me with that imperfect formula!" I said as loud as I dared. Someone suddenly clamped their hand over my mouth and held a knife to my throat.
Brandon's eyes widened. He mouthed something, but a dark haze had descended. Anger burned in me. I whipped my arm back, but the knife pushed against my throat.
"That's what happens when you get too far with an imperfect formula," Brandon said in a hushed tone. I picked it up, my ears swiveling towards him.
I get a feeling I'm screwed. I look back, and catch a glimpse of my captor. An ashen-skinned boy with cutting blue eyes stands behind me, violet veins breaking the smooth gray flesh. His pupils are contracted, his eyes feral.
And that's just his face.
His fingers are sharp and look like they've been dipped in blood, the never ending purple lines spiderwebbing out from his silvery, furry arm. Fur sticks out in tufts at his elbows, his hair trailing down to the gray fluff. Even the black-tipped red-brown hair he has has the violet veins, but these are pulsing and glowing.
I hear a screech, and a Skarmory lunges towards the boy who I assume is a Zoroark grotesque. The sharp feathers of the Steel-Flying Dual-Type puncture the veins in some places, and it spews purple blood.
I jump away, raise my hands, and do the process I've done before. I jump off the ground as the blackness rises up to defeat the chaos.
When it returns to normal hues, the Zoroark boy is on the Skarmory's wings, bright violet blood cascading down the bird. The Zoroark boy coughs once, spewing the liquid, then goes limp. As the Skarmory lowers its wing, he slides off onto the floor with a sickening wet thump.
"Oh God," Brandon breathes, going pale.
The Skarmory shape-shifts, and I realize it's a transforming person. It's a young girl, with brown hair, bright purple eyes, pale skin, and a jean jacket. She has an outfit that says she really doesn't care what she wears; a red shirt and blue jeans.
At our silence, she rolls her eyes. "You're welcome," she snarls.
"Where's the Lucario and the Liepard?" Brandon responds angrily, standing his ground.
"Like I'd know. I mean, people love me, but they don't tell me ANYTHING." She glares at Brandon, her hand on her hip.
"Calm down, Skyana. They're not our enemy, they're more transformers," Serena says, rubbing a deep gash on her arm. It must've been from my attack. I cast an apologetic look her way.
"Well, I still don't know," Skyana huffs angrily.
"I know," a small, nervous voice says.
"Kaewa?" Skyana says, her expression softening slightly.
"I also found a Celebi," the voice says again. A young girl, probably around nine or ten walks in from a nearby room. The first thing I notice about her is green.
"I'm Tulip," the girl says shyly, her big green eyes looking around. Her long green hair flows easily down her head and neck to rest on her shoulder blades. She has small wings, which droop slightly, green shoes, and a flower petal dress. Leggings go down to her knees.
"I'm Kaewa," the first voice says, and a Riolu walks behind Tulip. She quickly transforms. She has sea green hair that is the same length as Tulip's, bangs that go down to the top of her purple eyes, pale skin, vibrantly colored clothes, and ankle-high lace-up boots.
"Where's Crystal?" Brandon immediately demands.
"In here," Kaewa says, wincing slightly at his tone.
She leads us through a few empty halls and rooms, and then we see Fionna. She's floating in a clear glass tube, translucent red liquid surrounding her. Wires hook her to the ceiling and devices, and I feel a new kind of horror inside.
By her eye, there's a small, pulsing, violet vein.