The Chronicles of Neo Groudon [R]

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    Chapter 1: Rebirth

    To you who have dug up this old thread. TCNG is now defunct. A new version will be up soon...

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    Okay, this is my second attempt at this fic and I hope It'll be up to scratch this time and possibly gramatically correct.


    The Chronicles of Neo Groudon​
    Rated R for Excessive Violence and Offensive Language
    (Ver 2.0)​


    Chapter Index
    Chapter 1: Rebirth
    Chapter 2: Discovery
    Chapter 3: Memories
    Chapter 4: Hostility(Coming Soon)​

    Pronunciation Guide
    Phaiel [Fai-EL]
    Ostile [Os-TiiL]
    G [Ji]
    Credits
    Valentine/Jax for Beta-ing Chapter 2 and onwards.
    The FFL for ideas and support (sort of)
    People who read the fic instead of tl:dr-ing it.     ​
    GameFreak and the people who created Pokemon for making a medium for FanFiction Writers.


    [AGELIMIT]14 and over. Must be of sane mind and have at least some form of Morality[/AGELIMIT]​

    The Chronicles of Neo Groudon​



    Chapter 1: Rebirth
    (A.k.a. Awaken the Beast)

    It's cold…so cold…

    The freezing bitterness surrounds my body, it pierces through my very soul leaving me immobile. All of my memories are a chaotic mess. It's as if they're floating around in my mind just waiting to be caught and examined. I can remember bits and pieces of my memories and of someone's memories that I'm not familiar with.

    I can remember parts of my life. Being taken from my bed in the dark of night. Being born from the depths of a volcano. My memories make no sense, there's no point trying to figure them out. Best to just stand here and forget, no, discard everything…

    Time passes by slowly. I remember some parts of my life. Machinery, humans, Pokémon, but one thing stands out in my mind. One thing that fills me with hatred and disgust. It's a symbol, the symbol, the sideways eight symbol. I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right.

    It's been a few days since I first gained consciousness. I start to examine my body. It's human and possibly an older teenager. It's odd, one part of my mind feels disgust at looking at my body while the other part is more indifferent. I lift my hands and take a closer look at them. My nails are slightly pointed and are a shiny metallic color. I smile as a part of me thinks of human girls and their nail polish. I don't feel right, I'm referring to people as humans. I'm human, aren't I? One part of my consciousness doesn't feel like it belongs. My skin is normal, albeit paler than usual. I think I remember how I used to look like, snippets of memories detailing my appearance. I open my mouth and examine my teeth with my tongue. They're sharp. I can feel that my teeth are more cone shaped like animal fangs. I realize that I'm not being held by anything. I'm just standing here. I don't think of escape and everywhere I look I see a white mist. I don't see much and soon I feel incredibly lightheaded and slump down to the floor. I fall into a deep sleep.

    Once again, after a few days I open my eyes and once more. Out of nowhere, a mechanical arm descends from above me. It's shining and metallic. Hydraulic tubes move the arm with fluid precision. The arm looks menacing. It finally stops somewhere near my torso. I can hear mechanical gears whirring inside it. One part of the arm opens up. I expect gunfire but instead, a beam of light shoots from it aiming for my chest. I'm perplexed, surely, this isn't what's going to happen after such a dramatic entrance. Sure enough, as I'm mulling it over inside my mind, a long needle attached to a few wires swiftly extends from the mechanical arm, plunging itself into my torso where my heart is!

    Pain and agony ensue. I can feel the needle pumping some liquid into my body. It's hot and viscous, my body feels like it's on fire! Every centimeter of my body is in pain. The mechanical arm makes an electronic crackling sound and suddenly, electricity flows into my body. I howl in agony. The needle pumping fluid into my heart and the electricity surging through my veins and arteries make me feel like I'm going to die. I try to escape but I can't, specialized shackles are holding me to the wall. They don't break no matter how hard I struggle. I can hear the sound of hydraulics straining on the shackles. They move slightly but the hydraulics is too strong. I feel the electricity reacting with the fluid and my blood. My head is pounding, blood surges through my body and my heart rate increases. My body convulses and shakes in unbearable pain.

    Finally, after what seems an eternity, the mechanical arm extracts the needle from my torso. Blood gushes from the small hole in my chest, I gasp as I cough out blood from my mouth. My heart is pumping out my blood through the hole in my chest. I feel like I'm going to die. Suddenly, the hole in my chest starts to close of its own accord. It has crunching sound to it like gravel on gravel. I look at my chest, there's only a grayish tinge to my skin but even that soon disappears. I feel better now, my heart rate is steady and I prepare myself to try to break out from the shackles once more.

    Unexpectedly, from out of nowhere, dozens of needles affixed to tubes shoot out from around me. They penetrate my skin. I expect to feel pain but instead I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

    It feels like I've been asleep forever after I wake up.The shackles are gone, instead, I'm standing in the middle of a large glass chamber with tubes sticking out of my body. Inside the tubes, a cold colorless liquid flows. It stops abruptly after I awake. The white mist that surrounded the room when I was last awake is gone. My eyesight has gotten better, I can see all the way to the end of my prison and out into a room full of people with white coats. Between the glass chamber and the room, large metal bars protrude from the ground and into the ceiling. A large group of people abruptly enters the room-most of them wear suits. They look more important than the rest of the men in the lab coats which I think are called scientists. The people who enter are a mixed bunch. They seem excited about something, I can't hear anything they say except for muted whisperings. I feel nothing but hatred for these people. Though, I cannot fathom why I hate them so much. It doesn't seem like my hatred. It's only the scientists I hate.

    A loud buzzer sounds and in a flash, the tubes are jerked out of my body. I don't feel much pain as the needles are jerked out. It's as if the needles were anesthetized. Out of nowhere, more mechanical arms descend from the ceiling. They look like they're attached to Gatling guns. I hear a whirring sound and realize, the guns are starting up. They start firing at me, and I jump out of the way to evade the lethal spray of bullets. The guns follow in pursuit, I can see that on each of the arms, a spherical camera -affixed to the top- is trained onto me moving faster than the arm, reacting to my every movement. The bullets that miss me don't penetrate the floor of the chamber, instead they just disintegrate as soon as they touch the floor. I don't have any time to work out this mechanism as I fight for my life. My reactions are swift, I don't remember ever being this quick before. One part of my mind doesn't feel amazed at all while my own consciousness is wide-eyed and amazed. One gun, is too fast, as I dodge the other gun, it out-maneuvers me and aims straight for my body. Instinctively, and without realizing what I'm doing, I raise an arm to protect myself. I feel like the detached part of my mind is controlling this arm and I'm letting it. Astonishingly, my arm flares a bright red color and the spray of bullets is instantly melted into drops of molten lead on the floor. That disintegrates too. My arm reacts on its own compelled by some unknown drive it points one hand at the Gatling gun arm and the machine bursts into flame and melts. I can only guess that it was directly concentrated heat from my hand. The other gun completely undeterred continues to spray me with bullets. This time my whole body reacts. I give in to the guiding force inside of me and don't struggle. The whole world becomes slower, my speed increases. I can see the bullets flying towards me like snails, reacting with lightning fast precision I grab the lethal spray with one hand, bunch them up together, melt them with both hands into one giant lead ball and throw it back at the gun with extreme force. The gun shatters into pieces.

    The speed around me returns to normal. I have no idea what this power is or how I'm controlling it. From outside the chamber, I can hear clapping and cheering noises. I'm panting, inside of me, one part of my mind feels satisfied. I still don't understand this detached part of me. Again, from out of nowhere, the needles connected to tubes are shot at my body once more. I feel incredibly drowsy and weak thus fall onto the floor. The hydraulic shackles move towards me guided by some unknown mechanism and clamp on to my ankles and wrists. Before I lose consciousness, I see the group of important humans leaving the room and shaking hands with the scientists. Once again, a white spray envelops the glass chamber and I fall into a deep slumber.

    Over the course of the next few days, my hatred for these people grows. Every day I'm injected with something new, it's agony and suffering ever since I awoke for the first time. Some drugs make me vomit blood while others paralyze me and burn on the inside, but in the end, I always recover, no matter how serious the injury. I can only guess of what they're trying to do. The bastards. It's not the same procedure as the robot needle. Instead, they just inject me from my arm like any other medical patient. It's a good thing I can remember anything from my past, If not, I'd most likely be confused at what these people are doing.

    One day, the twenty-third time I've awoken, the drugs stop coming. I wake up reluctantly expecting the suffering to begin. Instead, the mechanical needle is hovering right above my left arm. I notice, that my arm hasn't completely healed from all the other injections and now, there's a weird deformation on my skin that is grayish in color. I focus my attention on the needle, it's still hanging there completely motionless. The surroundings are also slightly different. The white mist is gone and so is the white light. Instead, there's a dull red light radiating from the surroundings.

    "Now is your chance! Go for it!" a voice suddenly growls. It sounds vaguely like an echo of sorts.

    I'm stunned, what's voice. As much as I would like to figure out the origin of the voice, I realize to a certain extent that the voice is right. It's now or never. I don't question the voice I just follow. I pull on the hydraulic shackle with one arm and it breaks without any resistance. I do the same with my three other limbs and the hydraulic shackles don't even resist. I walk forward cautiously anticipating some sort of trap. Nothing happens. As I walk forward, the needles rip out of my body. The pain is unbearable but the wounds heal quickly and I don't feel any residual pain.

    I stride the entire length of the glass chamber and look through the glass. The scientists are running around in fear. Some are typing in computers while others talk frantically on some sort of communication device. I can hear them talking through the glass.

    "Why the hell did you let this happen!" One of the scientists says impatiently while shaking another.

    "I didn't! Power failures are supposed to be handled by the guys down in the tech department." The other one says nervously.


    This could be my only chance to escape this hellhole. The inner force compels to pull back my arm and ball up my fist. My hand heats up to an unimaginable degree. It glows bright red-hot then I let loose and punch the glass.

    The glass shatters before my fist makes contact. The extreme heat causes the thick glass to implode on itself. Shards of glass fly everywhere, cutting my face and body. Thankfully, I heal quickly and the scratches are barely visible afterward. As soon as I step out of the chamber I see the cavernous room in which the scientists work. The scientists, seeing my escape quickly rush to the door which slides open and lets them out. The world seems much clearer after the ambiguity of the glass chamber. Although, I have no idea why I'm following what the detached part of my mind is telling me to do.

    "Look at those humans... They're disgusting... They tortured us and humiliated us. Now it's time for revenge. Show them our wrath!" the voice growls again.

    As crazy as it seems, I follow what the voice tells me to do. I walk forward slowly. My body heat causes the machines around me to melt and malfunction slightly. I feel angry at the world. The scientists have evacuated the room. Two men enter the room from the same door as the scientists. They're wearing different uniforms than the scientists which consists of a long sleeved brown shirt with black trousers and a belt with weird black and white balls attached. They're also wearing stylized black berets with the sideways eight insignia on them. I guess they must be guards. They stop short of a few meters away from me and remove one ball each from their belts. Then, they simultaneously press a button in the middle and a Houndoom emerges from each of their spheres. I guess the balls must be custom Pokeballs because they look different from what I remember. One of the men barks a command to his Houndoom and it pads towards me with a fiery intent on stopping me. As the fire-dog closes in on me I raise an arm and swat it away. The back of my palm makes contact with the Houndoom's fur singing it at the same time it gets knocked away with extreme force. It whines as it flies through the air and smashes on the side of the room, soon it starts bleeding from a nasty head wound. I'm surprised at my strength but then the other, clearly smarter Houndoom, opens its mouth and spews flames at me. The flames are intense but I don't get burnt. I run forward into the flames shrugging it of, feeling it burn and peel off my skin, then, I insert my hands into the Houndoom's open mouth. The flames stop and the dog looks shocked, I grin wickedly and bring apart my hands quickly, ripping the Pokémon in half from the inside.

    Suddenly, I stop. What am I doing! I just killed a Pokémon and mortally wounded one! Why am I doing this, this isn't me!

    "You're right, It's me" the voice suddenly growls wickedly. "What do I care if petty, insignificant Pokémon are killed if when I can take revenge on the humans who imprisoned me!" The voice punctuates this last syllable with a roar.

    Unexpectedly, I lose control of my body. The detached part of my mind takes over. I can still see everything that's going on but I can no longer control my own body. My eyes stare at the two guards now running away in fright. My body chases after them and extends its hand catching one of the men by the throat. I look horrorstruck as my body lifts the man twice my weight with one hand. The other guard stares horrorstruck at his comrade struggling helplessly in the clutches of my hands.

    I feel my mouth twist into an evil unnatural smile.

    "No, don't…" I whisper although inside my own mind.

    My body disobeys me completely and instead gives in to the other force. All at once, my arm grows a bright red color, my nails grow longer and thicker and my arm heats up to an unimaginable degree. I witness my own arm betray me as it crushes the man's throat with immense pressure.

    The guard's neck is incinerated down to the bone. Sinew and flesh burn away and the man's head rolls off his body. I stare horrorstruck at the corpse of the guard. The other guard falls to the floor and stares at the dead body of his fallen partner. I feel my body step forward and look upon the man with a twisted smile. I sense what the force is about to do but I make no attempt to stop it. My leg steps on the man, brutally ending his life by crushing his skull.

    I can see everything through the eyes of my body controlled by my other consciousness. I look at the countless victims being taken by my body some of them screaming their heads of while others are more resigned to their fates.

    "Isn't this great" the voice says sadistically, "We're taking revenge for all the things that they've did to us!"

    "What do you mean?" I sigh, tired from watching the countless killings. "It's not right, give me back my body!" I shout.

    "Tut…tut… not until we're out of this place" the voice growls impatiently.

    I continue to watch as my body rips apart the bodies of scientists and guards. I feel horror at what my own body is doing. It feels warped and twisted. I start to notice something, everyone has the sideways eight insignia stitched on their collars. I still hate them for some reason but it doesn't feel right mindlessly slaughtering people like this.

    My body is running through the crowds at superhuman speeds. I don't know how this is happening or how I'm doing this. I fly through the air releasing concentrated heat from both my hands. The people behind me either die from fourth-degree burns or incinerate into nothingness. I feel guilty and offer silent apologies for the now dead victims of my rampaging body.

    Finally, after most of the people in the complex are dead, we find the exit. A group of scientists are running, trying to escape the massacre.

    "Easy pickings…" the voice growls maniacally.

    One scientist separates from the pack. My body rushes forward eager to kill. The scientist turns. It's a girl. Her face is in shock, she has shoulder length brown hair with streaks of silver highlights running through her hair. Her eyes are a light shade of brown and she looks as young as twenty years. She wears a lab coat with the sideways eight insignia on the collar, inside she's wearing a black long sleeved shirt and a knee length black skirt. I recognize her but I don't know from where. My body rushes forward intent on ripping her apart or burning her from the inside out.

    "Stop!" I shout internally. Just as my fist almost comes into contact with her head, I regain control of my body and stop.

    I blink, the voice is gone and I'm in full control. I don't know this girl but I feel like she has some sort of connection to me. She stares at me shocked, not because of fear but because of something else, it looks like recognition?

    I stand up straight all bloodlust vanishing in an instant. I walk slowly away from the girl then break into a run. I hear one word from her before I leave.

    "Phaiel?" she whispers uncertainly.

    I burst through the wide-open steel double doors with almost no effort. It's raining. I see an immense forest stretching ahead in front of me. Without thinking, I walk forward into the forest. There's a signboard nailed to the ground in front of me. It reads

    'Neo Groudon Research and Development Laboratory, a subdivision of the Infinity Conglomerate.'

    "What happened, where am I?" the voice growls again.

    Suddenly I feel angry again.

    "What do you mean?! You're the one who killed all those people!" I shout aloud.

    "People? What people?" the voice growls confused.

    I gawp, is this for real?
     
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    Finally, the remake. Its better than the last one. More bloody I guess.

    Ah well, awesome job I'm going to rate this so everyone can see!

    I love the part when he rips the houndoom in half *so violent*. This looks really promising can't wait for more!
     
    This is heaps better than the last one. It's so much more violent which it makes it heaps better.
    Hope to see next chapter soon!
     
    Chapter 2:Discovery

    Hi, its been such a long time since my last chapter. I can explain, I had to write this (obviously), send this to Valentine, wait for a betaed version of my fic and modify it. So for anyone who enjoys reading this kind of stuff, here's chapter 2.
    Betaed by JX Valentine. (Thanks)

    Chapter 2: Discovery
    (A.k.a. The Behemoth in the body of a mortal)

    The afternoon sky is especially hot today. It shines mercilessly onto the forest. The rain clouds part and leave just after I've exited the facility. I walk slowly through the forest, picking my way through the dense undergrowth. With every step I take, the grass wilts under my feet. Up in the sky, a flock of taillow and a swellow fly above my head in the sky. I look up and see cascoons hanging in the trees. I've been walking for ages, and it seems like the forest goes on forever. Judging from the position of the sun, I deduce that I'm heading south. The further away from that dreadful place, the better.

    Even though it's as hot as heck, I push on regardless, but part of me loves the heat. The voice hasn't been heard ever since it spoke to me at the facility. I can't say I particularly enjoy the company of the voice after the killing spree I just witnessed, but at least I didn't feel so alone. I start cursing under my breath.

    "Stupid, crappy voice! Useless piece of ****!" I snarl under my breath.

    "You know, I can still hear you,"     the voice suddenly growls, annoyed.
    I straighten up in surprise and hit an overhanging branch.

    "Ouch! Wha…what the hell? You kill dozens of people, turn my body into your puppet and then you act as if you don't remember any of it! What's so wrong about me insulting you when you deserve it? And what's with you in my head? Get out!" I shout back furious.

    "Okay, first of all, I think you humans are terribly weak creatures. You get tortured a bit, and it's "boo-hoo, awww, it hurts, Mommy help me," and then you try to forget traumatic incidents that happen to you. It's no wonder you can't remember a thing. Secondly, why would I choose to be in your body? I was more powerful than any Pokémon before this. Why would I want your shrimpy figure? Finally, what massacre? I don't remember doing anything of the sort. You're slandering me, aren't you?" the voice growls menacingly.

    I'm stunned. Is that what's happening?

    "What do you know about what's happening to us?" I ask cautiously. The voice seems to be very knowledgeable about our current state.

    "You mean you really don't know anything? Even after seeing the signboard outside the facility?" the voice growls, annoyed. Then, it sighs and says, "You're one hell of a moron. You know that?"

    I bite my tongue in response to the insult. I don't want to offend a creature that's apparently unstable and could take control of my body at the drop of a coin. It takes all my self-control to not flip out and start cursing the voice.

    "What do you know?" I repeat myself cautiously. I don't want to offend the voice in any way, but I'm hungering for information that's hidden in the deepest recesses of the memories I can't reach.

    "Tut…tut… you're a very impatient brat, aren't you?" the voice growls, reminding me oh so slightly of the voice from the lab. I've taken to calling the other voice its split personality. "Give me one good reason why I should give you any information whatsoever."

    I bite my lip. He's got me there. Why would he tell me anything? What reason could I possibly give to make him spill the beans?

    "Don't you want your own body back, whatever it was?" I ask after racking my brains for an answer. I can feel the voice, my other consciousness, mentally bite his lip the same way I did.

    The voice stops abruptly and after much deliberation

    "Fine. I'll spill," The voice says. "Instead of telling you, why don't I just show you instead?"

    "Fine. Suit yourself. I only want answers, not your incoherent babbling," I retort.

    "Show some respect for creatures that have been around long before your ancestors were born. I'm going to show you something that no one else has ever seen."

    The forest scene in front of my eyes dissolves. All I can see is a dark red mist.

    "What are you doing?! Where am I?!" I shout in fear, partly because I still don't trust the voice yet.

    Suddenly, I feel a warm hand touch my shoulder. I spin around, fists at the ready, expecting an assailant, but instead, a shadow with the general shape of a man stands there.

    "Peace. It's me," growls the shadow in the same tone as the voice. "I am the voice you've been hearing so far for so long. I'm going to show you everything, but in exchange, I want my original form back." It punctuates this last syllable with extreme force. "For now, you can call me G."

    "G…" I echo. "Sounds good enough to me," I say as I lower my fists. "What's with the red mist?"

    "This is my mind or consciousness, whatever you humans call it," G says with a low growl. "We're still in the forest, and you're still sitting down near the tree. I've dragged your consciousness here. Here, I can show you my memories from a third person point of view."

    "Why third person?" I ask curiously.

    "I'll tell you later," G retorts impatiently.

    G waves a shadowy hand, and the mist parts to reveal a gigantic, black sphere about the size of the earth. A large, gaseous orb hangs in the distance. I realize I'm not standing on anything, and I'm floating in space in an upright position. A bright creature moves swiftly towards the sphere, and a shining path of light trails behind it as though it could bend -- no, shatter -- the laws of physics. It's a quadruped, yet it doesn't use its limbs for walking. Instead, it glides through space with barely any resistance. G and I follow the creature, and instead of gliding, the surroundings seem to zoom in on one spot with us. There, we can see it attempting to do something. Out of the blue, a giant asteroid comes hurtling down our path. The creature takes one look at the asteroid, and it stops by itself, hanging there in space. The quadruped continues to fix its gaze on the asteroid, and the asteroid begins to vibrate rapidly. Suddenly, it glows red-hot. The creature moves the red-hot asteroid onto the surface of the sphere, where it hardens and becomes a cone-like shape.

    "Who's that?" I ask.

    "Father," answers G simply.

    The top of the cone, now a volcano, explodes and spews out lava and rock. Instead of coming back down, the magma hangs in the air. The creature known as Father looks at the molten glob, apparently shaping it into some sort of Pokémon. As soon as the creature is done, it smoothly lays down the molten glob –which soon hardens onto the floor of the black sphere. Seconds tick by and suddenly, the rock explodes. From inside the rock, a red creature with black-patterned grooves in its body and a grey underbelly stands up.

    The creature roars and without a moment's hesitation starts spewing magma out of its mouth. The volcano behind it stops emitting lava in an instant

    "Is that who I think it is?" I ask, amazed.

    "Depends. Who do you think it is?" G answers.

    "Groudon…" I whisper.

    Groudon continues to spew magma at the sphere, which quickly solidifies. It uses this pathway to walk on and create more land. Father, in the meantime, fires a beam of multicolored light at the volcano. The top shatters, leaving a giant crater in the volcano. Father shoots out another beam of light, this time red in color, at the smoking crater. The beam stops short of the crater, and the light from the beam collects in one place. This shouldn't be possible in physics, but this creature, it doesn't follow the rules. Father stops the light beam, and the orb, now a bright red color, falls into the crater.

    Father turns to leave, but Groudon looks up for a second and sees Father. I could have sworn that Groudon actually bowed down slightly to the magnificent, shining creature G calls Father. Suddenly, it hits me.

    "G, is that… is that Arceus?" I ask excitedly.

    "Took you long enough, but yeah, that's Dad alright," he growls with a hint of smugness.

    I realize by now that I'm witnessing the creation of the earth's landmass by Groudon. G grabs my shoulder.

    "Come. We have lots more to see if you haven't figured it out yet," G sneers.
    He waves a hand, and the scene dissolves once more. This time, the earth is fully formed with cities and towns. We start to zoom in towards one particular landmass. I recognize the place as Hoenn, but the buildings appear to look like they were ten years ago, before the Hoenn Modernization Movement. It's confusing. I'm starting to remember everything I once knew, but key parts of my life don't return that easily. My name for example. What is it?

    We zoom in towards somewhere near Mount Chimney, and we enter. There I can see a group of men and possibly scientists working on something beside a pit of lava. One man in a red coat walks briskly towards the edge of the magma pool. He's holding something in his hands. He raises it, and a brilliant flash of red light shines from it. It's the red orb from the creation period. Suddenly, the magma starts bubbling. Something starts rising from the magma. It's Groudon! Lava drips from its rough skin as it peers around to see who awakened him. Groudon roars and steps out of the magma pool.

    "Okay, that's enough. Next memory," says G.

    "I think I know who you are…" I say shakily. The revelation is amazing. I stare at my hand. To think that my body could contain such power.

    G waves his shadowy hand again, and the scene dissolves. It's the same place, but this time, the research equipment lies broken and rusted on the floor. Groudon is slumbering in the magma. Suddenly, a group of people enters the cavern by blowing up the cave wall. A large tank follows suit. One of the men holds up the red orb. It shines once more and fills the entire cave with its dazzling glow. Groudon awakens again, but this time, the men are prepared. About fifty or more Poké Balls, all of them black and white, are thrown into the air simultaneously. Beams of red light criss-cross the room, and each one of them releases a Pokémon – all water-type.

    Groudon steps forward. The earth shakes under his feet. All at once, the water Pokémon launch water at it. Steam erupts from Groudon's body as the water vaporizes on its skin. Groudon bends down low as the water weakens him. Its yellow eyes look at the Pokémon with an angry expression. Finally, the large tank fires a missile at Groudon and explodes. Then, the image dissolves, and we're back in the red mist.
    "I can't remember anything after that," says G simply

    "So… y…you're Groudon…" I say, terrified and amazed at this sudden twist of fate.
    G looks at me with his dark, shadowy, expressionless face.

    "Do you have ADD or something? It took you so long to figure out my identity. Most people would have figured it out with the first memory," he sneers.

    "Whoa, whoa, wait. If you can't remember anything after you fainted, how can you remember something that happened before you were born like in the first memory and something happening while you're asleep like in the second?" I ask, perplexed.

    G sighs. "I told you before this that it just works that way, but it seems that you're too inquisitive for your own good," he growls. "Arceus, or Father, implanted these memories inside my mind just as I was born. This was so that I better understood my objectives at the time. Another thing is that whenever I look like I'm asleep, I can still sense my surroundings. I can feel vibrations in the earth and interpret them. I can even capture voices, although they're not so clear. However, when I faint, all my senses are not active. The humans in the second memory were of no threat, or so I thought. So, I didn't wake myself up. Bottom line is, I am always aware of changes in the world," he says pompously.

    "I see," I say, slightly awed.

    "Okay, I've answered your query about my life. Now, we're going to get back my body so we can get on with our lives," G growls. "Is there anything that you can remember that might help us?"

    "Uhhh… I can't really remember key events in my life, but I can remember small trivial things like the weather, counting, and talking. It's just the key events like family, friends, names and faces, it's as if they've been erased completely," I say.

    "What's the last thing you remember?" G asks impatiently.

    "That's tough."I say while racking my brain, "The last thing I remember was being pulled from bed and being subdued by men with the sideways eight insignia stitched on their shirt collars. After that, it's mostly a blank until you come along and start killing people with your unnatural powers," I finish angrily.

    I feel partially responsible towards the massacre. I didn't really try to stop it. Part of me, not the one with Groudon, delights itself at the thought of fresh blood. Was I always this demonic and bloodthirsty?

    I'm broken out of my reverie by G denying the fact that he killed the people in the lab.

    "I've told you! I didn't kill those humans! I don't even remember this happening!" G roars.

    "Don't start this again. I felt you take control of my body and go on a bloody killing spree!" I shout back angrily.

    "Start it?! You're the one who started it!" he snarls.

    "ME!? What do you mean me?" I shout back.

    G steps forward and fixes his eyeless gaze onto my face. "How do you know it was me? How do you know it wasn't your own body?" he growls menacingly.

    "I…I…but I…" I falter nervously, not knowing what to believe.

    "That's right…" he snarls triumphantly. I can sense his face - even though he had no external features - smiling wickedly at me. "You're not sure, are you?" he growls.

    I sigh. He's right, as much as I want to prove my innocence. He's right. How can I prove it wasn't my body?

    "Fine. I give for now. We'll find out sooner or later, won't we?"I say to G.

    "That's right," he growls.

    "One last question. If you're powerful enough to show me your memories like this, why can't you just take control of my body and find your own body yourself?" I ask.

    "Oh this? Actually, I can't control your body unless you give the word. Why, you ask? I myself don't know. And about the memories that I just finished showing you, it takes a lot of energy to project memories or thought processes into light particles onto someone's retina –it would take much more energy for I to just show it to you in your mind as that would require more parts of your brain to work too, and since you and I share an energy source--" He pauses for dramatic effect. "--I take it from you." He laughs

    "What the hell?" I say as my body suddenly succumbs to extreme exhaustion.
    I slump down, and the world of red mist starts to disintegrate. I look up to see G evaporating into nothingness. Then, I fall asleep.

    It's night when I wake up. I'm no longer in Groudon's red mist world. Instead, I'm back in the real world. The stars shine brightly as I get up and stretch, still exhausted from losing all that energy. I have to find a source of food soon.

    "Awake already?" G growls mockingly.

    "Imbecile…" I snarl, too tired to think of better insults.

    I start to walk away from the tree and see that the grass underneath has wilted. I stare at the grass surprised.

    "Your body temperature increases when I'm active, stupid," G growls, as if answering my question.

    I start to walk, heading due south. Maybe I can find answers there.
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    Author's Note
    Yeah about the projecting into cornea thing. I bet you're wondering why he just didn't show it into his mind. I could explain and you might win the argument is just that I can't really modify it that much without changing a lot. EDIT:It's a Spoiler
    My side of the argument
    If you just projected it onto his cornea it would just use his eyes and G could just relay his words into the boys mind. Otherwise, he could have the boy hallucinate but that would mean....aargh too complicated.
    I'll just have to say figure it out yourselves because I'm too tired to come up with more arguments (sorry Val). Maybe when I'm thinking clearer I'll edit it too make it more rational.
    Now instead, I'll leave you with this to ease your burden about the complicated science involved above.

    Spoiler:

    Quote from MST3K episodes 101-512
     
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    Oh man... I'm starting to see this as anime instead of 3D, wow, this isn't hentai, and it's R! awesome, dude.
    Can I have copyrights? Just the 2-in-1 thing? thank you?
     
    awesome, dude
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    Thanks. It was betaed by Valentine.

    Can I have copyrights? Just the 2-in-1 thing? thank you?
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    Copyrights? I don't own Pokemon. But if you want to do the 2 in 1 thing go ahead if you know how.
     
    Yea, you don't, but this story is a story, and the brain idea is completely unique.
    Oh, and I promise my fic won't even mention Groudon.
     
    Neo Groudon said:
    Now instead, I'll leave you with this to ease your burden about the complicated science involved above.

    If you're wondering how he eats and breathes
    and other science facts (la la la),
    Then repeat to yourself, "It's just a show,
    I should really just relax
    For Mystery Science Theater 3000!
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    Quote from MST3K episodes 101-512
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    At this point, I'm going to have to ask you whether or not you're writing partial science-fiction. If you are and you want it to be taken seriously, uh, you may want to rethink things. I mean, I'm glad you're taking my suggestions into consideration, but as I've said in my e-mails, if you're having any trouble doing things like this, drop a line to your beta. Chances are, by asking, the beta might actually have suggestions on how to get your ideas to connect up without much awkwardness. And if you don't like them, it's at least a jumping point to get yourself thinking about things. And even then, if that doesn't help, just feel free to tell me in private.

    Also, yeah, it's completely cool to spend a bit more time with your work after you get it looked over by a beta. Take your time. It helps you work things out a bit more, based on the feedback you get.
     
    Wow I like it you are a good writer in my opinion
     
    Wow I like it you are a good writer in my opinion
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    Arigato Gonzaimasu
    Thanks very much, I didn't think anyone was going to post, on this until after I put up my new chapter.(which incidentally is currently being betaed by Jax so no need to wait long)

    What made you come visit this?
     
    Great story. As you can see I'm a little young to be reading this, but it sounded interesting like a few others I have read today and decided to check it out via your sig seen in a post in another thread here, I think the one "The Last Rocket" (Which I hope the author continues). But, as I said, AWESOME story. Can't wait to read more.
     
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    Great story. As you can see I'm a little young to be reading this, but it sounded interesting like a few others I have read today and decided to check it out via your sig see in a post in another thread here
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    Thanks. However, don't blame me for intense trauma, blood and gore, the works.

    *Evil laugh*
     
    Quite a Great Fan Fic...I'm Glad you fixed the plot holes in this remake...And that your being more careful with your chapters and having them critiqued before the release...It makes it more likely to make releases the best as possible...:)

    I'll Watch this thread...just as I Watch ROM Hacking threads...For Each Chapters release...

    Wishing you the best~
    XD002
     
    Chapter 3: Memories

    [FONT=&quot]So here it is, the latest installment to TCNG.I hope you enjoy it. Rate and Review please. Beta-ed by Valentine. Still Rated R, don't say there was no warning.
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    Chapter 3: Memories

    (A.k.a. The sons of Adam and the Beast of the Earth)

     It's nighttime. The stars sparkle in the night sky as I walk towards the south. In the distance, I can make out a clearing filled with lights. I think it's a city because I hear the sounds of cars and people clearly over the sounds of taillows snoozing in their nests. I walk towards the city with an excited feeling in my bones. I don't know why I'm going this way, but I'm sure that I can find answers if I continue along this path. An inner force, something from my subconscious and not from G's mind, urges me to walk this path, certain that answers wait to be found. I feel confident with the choice even though I don't know where I'll arrive.

    The dry leaves and grass crunch beneath my bare feet in a rhythmic manner that is both pleasing and quite noisy at the same time. The quality of the air in the forest is good, but soon, it slowly degrades the further south I walk. It smells dirty and reeks of gasoline fumes, presumably from the cars. Even so, there is a subtle hit of salt in the air, and a light breeze ripples through the forest.

    Finally, I clear the undergrowth and find myself on a ledge overlooking a sprawling metropolis. A large highway that only has the odd car or two travelling its route lies between the city and myself. I turn my attention to the city and see an amazing sight. The city sparkles from the neon lighting and street lamps that dominate the city. The buildings are made of steel and concrete and glow in the night-lights. One building however, stands out from the rest. It's much taller, and there are spotlights shining at the building from below as if to promote its presence. It is made up of two different oddly shaped towers, and in the middle, there is a large dome in the color of a Poké Ball. The two towers are green at the bottom but silver at the top, and they shine brightly against the city skyline. Suddenly, overhead, I hear a loud whirring sound. It's coming closer and closer, but I don't bother hiding because I know what it is. A burst of air comes from above as a helicopter flies overhead. I take one look at the helicopter and notice something that makes my blood boil. The sideways eight insignia is painted onto the side of the helicopter.

     My first thought is to give chase to the chopper, but it's moving too fast for me to follow. Besides, what would I do if I actually manage to catch up to it?

     "Do you see that?" I ask G.

    "Hmmm? See what?"

     "The helicopter."

    "What about it?"

     "It has the symbol painted on it."

    "What symbol? You know, you're really starting to piss me off."     G growls menacingly.

     "The sideways eight symbol from the facility, remember?"

    "I wasn't there with you, dumbass. It was something else. Incidentally, don't you know what that symbol is called?"

     "What is it called then? If you know so much…"

    "It is infinity. How can you not know that?"

    "I see…" Then we both lapse into silence as the chopper continues its journey to the city. Finally, after much waiting, the helicopter lands on the roof of the oddly shaped building. Maybe this is what I was brought here for. Maybe I can find answers in this city. As I brood over this fact, I'm rudely jolted back to reality by G.

    "Oi, when are we going to start moving?"     G shouts inside my mind.

     Sighing, I get up and continue towards the city while I keep myself on the lookout for anything potentially harmful at the same time. Curiously, my feet don't ache or feel the slightest bit tired, even though I've been walking for what seems to be hours.

     After a while, I reach the highway. There's no way to cross, so I skirt around the highway, looking for an overpass or underpass while looking around in awe at the sprawling metropolis that lies a few kilometers ahead. There's no one this far out in the slums outside of the city. I guess, most of the action takes place in the city centre where the hustle and bustle of city nightlife happens. Then I stop. A thought just occurred to me. I look around and notice a few people staring pointing. A few cars slow down slightly and some even roll down their windows. I look down at my body. It's fairly normal, save for a few grayish scars here and there from when I was shot with needles. They never did heal properly. My skin is also normal, although paler than usual. In fact, the only thing unusual about my body is that its temperature is higher than normal. Not as hot as when I left the facility but slightly above average in comparison to the regular human. However, the only thing I'm wearing is a pair of black, slightly loose boxers.

    "What's wrong?"     asks G. "Why have you stopped? I thought we were heading for the city."

     "Uhmm…" I mumble, slightly embarrassed, "I'm not wearing any clothes aside from these boxers."

    "What's wrong with that?"

    "Uhh, hello! I'm a human. I can't go running around starkers. The authorities would probably arrest me for streaking, or even worse, I might be sent to a mental health clinic. Then, how are we supposed to get back our respective bodies?"

    "Hmmm, never really thought about that till you brought it up. We could just kill all these people, but it would take too much effort…"

     "I'm sorry, but what!"

    "Hmm? Kill, the process wherein we damage a living organism's body until it cannot repair itself, and the soul separates from the body. Don't you know what it means?"

     "I'm perfectly aware of the meaning, but…"

    "Don't get me wrong, I don't enjoy killing, but then again, I have no qualms about killing either. It doesn't mean I like to kill. It just means that I don't give a damn about creatures other than myself."

     Part of me isn't shocked by what G is saying. He is, after all, a creature that was born before humanity or most, if not all, Pokémon even existed. Why should he care about insignificant beings such as humans?

    "Why don't you just get some?"     G growls impatiently.

     "Some what?" I ask, surprised at the sudden change in topic.

    "Clothes, moron…"

     "How? I don't have any money, and I don't even know where I used to live." I can feel G mentally roll his eyes at what he feels to be my stupidity. "What, you mean steal?"

    "What else?"

     "I can't do that!" I shout. Some people in the vicinity scurry off after hearing me shout.

    "Why not? You've killed before. What's stealing in comparison to killing one of your own kind?"

     "That's different! It wasn't me!" I retort, annoyed.

    "Hey, don't take my word for it. As long as you choose to be the noble human, we're never going to get anywhere. For now, I'm going to go to sleep. Wake me up when you get some clothes."

     "G…" I start, but it's too late. He's ignoring me or feigning sleep.

     I sigh. As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. I don't have a choice. I start walking again but closer to the forest edge. This time, instead of looking for an overpass, I'm looking for a victim. I'm not looking for anything specific, just something that I can use to cover myself while I'm on my journey.

    "Hmmm… Journey." The words roll of my tongue as if I'm used to it.

     That's funny. I've never thought of what I'm doing as a journey before. It just seems odd that I'd think of it as one now. I walk further down the side of the highway, cars rush past, yet no one spares a second glance at me. I think a lot to myself during this time, trying to remember who I was. Maybe I'm a clone? I expel the thought from my head before it's fully formed. How could I be a clone? I have all these other memories of events and places.

     "Unless they're implanted memories," G sneers, suddenly awake again.

    I ignore him. I have enough on my plate as it is. Why was I made this way? How was Groudon, or G as I now refer to him, put into my body? Who am I? What is my purpose? All these questions swirl around in my head unanswered. I feel like I'm in a badly written piece of science fiction. There are way too many things I don't know. It's not normal. I cannot recall anything about my life from before my abduction.

    "Or birth,"     adds G slyly.

     "Will you quit it!" I shout exasperated. "I've got enough without you hinting that I'm some sort of IVF by-product or something."

    "Huh, what's that. Are you trying to confuse me. You're just a mortal being. I know things that would make your brain melt."

    "Uhmm…" I say, not really listening.

     A few minutes later, I stop walking. This is getting me nowhere. Instead of walking, trying to look for a victim, I decide to climb a tree and wait for one. I walk towards a big oak tree on my right and look up. It seems sturdy enough. I dig my tough nails into the surface of the tree with almost no effort.

    "One of the many benefits of Groudon," I mutter sarcastically.

     I push my feet onto the tree next. My toenails are as tough as my fingernails, and they too slide in without much effort. Looking backwards to make sure that no one can see me and spotting only the odd car or two, I start to climb. It's tough work. My hands and feet move in a sort of rhythm. Halfway up tree, I grab a branch and let go of the main trunk. That proved to be a fatal mistake. The branch snaps under my weight, and I fall to the ground. Instinctively, I reach out my hand and it makes contact with the ground before I hit. Using the power from the fall, I perform a somersault with one hand and land back on my feet.

     I'm stunned. I start to reprimand Groudon on lying to me about being unable to takeover my body at will, but then I realize, he's just as stunned as me. I look forward at the ground on which my hand landed. My palm print is clearly visible, and there are cracks around the earth surrounding the part where I land, as if a Giant had trodden there. I walk forward cautiously and examine the cracks in the ground.

     "G," I start.

    "Hmm?"     G says as I snap him out of his reverie.

     "Were there cracks in the ground here before I started to climb the tree?"

    "Not that I can recall…"

     "Hmmm…"

     I get back up and stamp my foot on another patch of dirt. Nothing happens.

    "What?"     G growls.

     "I thought maybe the ground would crack again or something," I reply.

     "Hmmm…"

     "What?"

    "Nothing. Nothing. Just carry on and do whatever you were doing."

     "Seriously, tell me."

    "Hey, I can feel some movement over in that direction,"     G suddenly says.

    I start to argue, but then I hear a faint whining sound – like a Pokémon in pain - and some shouting. I start towards the source of the whining, completely forgetting about G's secretive behavior. Walking briskly through the long grass back into the forest, I soon come across a clearing. I can see an off-road truck with caterpillar tracks instead of wheels and people – or workers - moving what appear to be cages of Pokémon into the back of the truck. Most of the Pokémon are asleep in awkward positions, probably tranquilized. Some Pokémon, however, are strong enough to fight the tranquillizer and lie down in their cages weakly whining. The workers who move the Pokémon around are wearing maroon-colored long-sleeved shirts with grey trousers. It sickens me to see how they treat the Pokémon – like garbage. They toss the cages into the truck, carelessly jostling the Pokémon inside.

     "Right, I think that's all on the list for Hoenn," says one of the workers.

    "When's that damn chopper going to get here? It was already late for the ones in Johto!" shouted another. "Don't tell me they're going to make us bring this one to Sinnoh.

     "Yeah, it's hell having to tranquilize these things everyday at the crack of dawn," said another one with a strong English accent.

    Suddenly, another man steps out from behind the truck. He's unlike the three men who were arguing before because instead of the maroon shirt, he's wearing a burgundy-colored overcoat with black trimmings on the side and a black-colored shirt underneath. His trousers are black and resemble slacks, though I can't really tell from this distance. I also notice he's wearing black gloves and boots.

     "Hey, stop messing about and get back to work!" he shouts to the three men. "There are still forty more cages to be loaded onto the truck! The helicopter could be here any moment, idiots! You want me to get fired? Is that what you want?" he bellows while gesturing to a pile of cages at one side.

    I peer at the cages from among the bushes. I can see that they're electronically locked from the control panel on the age door. I look back at the group of men to see them frantically throwing the cages into the truck. They're scared of the man from before, presumably their boss. The Pokémon inside the cages are beginning to wake up from being thrown around so much. A cacophony of screams, grunts, and all manner of Pokémon sounds fill the night air, causing a few Taillow to scatter from their nests. The sounds disturb me. They sound vaguely human, as if I can understand what they're saying.

    "Robert, didn't you tranquilize them this morning?" shouts the first guy to the third one over the noise of the Pokémon.

    "I did, but I guess the dosage wasn't enough, Paulo!" he shouts back.

     As the sound of the Pokémon fill the air, I begin to feel angry at the men for putting the Pokémon through this ordeal. At the same time, I begin to get a pounding headache over the din caused by the Pokémon. It's not natural, and I'm starting to feel unnecessary rage. My blood boils, and my pulse increases as the headache worsens. I can practically feel my blood flowing through my body with a staggering speed and an immense pressure. My heart threatens to explode under the pressure like it's bursting at the seams, but then, I feel something hard grip my heart. I stagger backwards and grip my head with my hands. The headache is getting worse. Physical pressure builds up in my entire body. My head is affected the worse. The back of my head threatens to explode, and I cough blood. The thing gripping my heart grows larger, and I feel it enclose the organ completely. I feel scared yet oddly invincible at the same time. Power surges through my veins and arteries, strengthening them against the pressure. Finally, I give out a scream that quickly transforms into a roar that reverberates throughout the forest.

    "The hell was that?" Robert said.

     I stagger out into the clearing, my head pounding, feeling like I'm about to burst. The grass underneath my feet bursts into flames, and so do the dry leaves and twigs surrounding the area.

     "Aaahh! It's a freaking monster!" shouts one of the three.

     "Don't be ridiculous. It's just a boy," another retorts as he quickly withdraws a pistol from his pocket. "Hey, boy, stop playing your special effects or whatever and get away from here." He cocks the gun.

    "Stop bein' a complete arse, Gary! He's real, you dolt!" shouts Robert, terrified by my appearance. "Frederick, get us outta here!"

     "Why? Is something going on back there?" the driver of the truck answers, sticking his head out the window. It's the man in the burgundy coat from just now.

     At this point, I start to tune them out. The pain is excruciating.

     "G!" I shout, "What's happening to me?"

    "G? G's not here anymore, boy!"     shouts a voice, not unlike G's but rougher, more sadistic and bloodthirsty. "You see them boy? You see them? The people with the symbol?"

     The voice forces my head upwards, and I squint at the men quickly hurrying to get in their (or "the") truck. I realize that the truck has an ornate infinity symbol embossed on the side. I'm surprised I didn't notice it before. One of the men, the one with the pistol, is staring at me, frozen in fear and not sure of what to make of my incoherent shouting. To him, it seems like I'm talking to myself, but in fact I'm talking to the voice.

     "Where's G?" I shout angrily.

    "Yes… that's it. Get angrier. Let it fill your mind. You are angry with the men, are you not? You could kill them, and then, you could set these Pokémon free. I have no use for these people. You have no use for them. They are a burden to this world. They shall be… obliterated,"     the voice says. "I can give you great power. I know where to get it."

    Suddenly, I feel a tingling sensation in my hand. I raise it before my eyes, and it turns a bright shade of red while my nails extend and become claw-like. Electrical sparks dance between my violet claws. It feels nice, as though I'm in control. Almost all at once, I feel nothing except wrath. The voice is behind this, I'm sure. It seems to be pleased with itself, though.

    "It feels nice, doesn't it? All those other useless emotions gone. Nothing but the feeling of rage towards your enemy. Complete focus…"     it says.

     I roar as my throat muscles contract unnaturally, making me unable to speak normally. I feel only rage. My attention focuses on the man still holding the gun. He's shaking in his boots.

    "Die monster," he shouts. Then, he pulls the trigger and fires the gun.

     A sharp pain erupts at my shoulder, the point where the bullet penetrated my skin. Blood gushes out and sizzles on the fire at my feet. The lead bullet exits through my back but surprisingly, the wound closes as soon as it leaves. A crunching noise follows the closing of the wound as if rocks are being grinded.

     "Screw this! Frederick, wait up!" the man shouts and starts running towards the truck.

     The truck starts up and moves away slowly due to its heavy load at the back and caterpillar tracks instead of rubber tires. A grinding sound is heard, and all manner of Pokémon noises from inside the truck. I step forward, eager to make mincemeat of the four humans. Electrical sparks crackle on my hand. The light from the electricity brightens the forest clearing, illuminating the dark corners of the woods in the night.

    "Now!"     growls the voice.

     Heeding the voice's command, I point my hand towards the slowly moving truck and release the pent up energy in my claws. The lightning bolt arcs from my hand and strikes the truck, causing its headlights, horn, and windscreen wipers to malfunction and behave erratically due to the energy surge. The doors of the truck open, and the four men spill out of the truck.

    "To hell with this! I don't care if I get fired! I'm getting the hell outta here!" Frederick said.

     "Same here!" shout the other three in unison.

    My blood vessels flow with electrical energy. The pain intensifies, yet it doesn't bother me. I casually flick my hand, sending sparks flying towards the men. The voice laughs inside me as they dodge it while screaming. I also laugh along with the voice, and a cold and heartless laugh booms through the forest. As the fire behind me intensifies, trees begin to fall, sealing all exits to the clearing. Now, the entire clearing is surrounded by a wall of flames. The men are trapped. The sounds of Pokémon can be heard clearly over the crackling sound of the fire consuming the forest. The four men cower near the tracks of the truck. They're clearly in shock.

    I can see fear in their eyes: fear for their lives, fear of leaving behind loved ones and leaving for the realm known as death. At this point, I stop. The one known as Roger has taken out a string of rosary beads. The rest don't even see me anymore. They're too busy praying, resigned to their fates, and in these last moments, they're seeking repentance. Tears stream down Frederick's face. Something clicks inside me, all my other emotions flood back into my mind and I realize what I'm being forced to do.

     "What the hell are you doing?" I mentally shout to the voice.

    "Isn't it obvious. I'm eliminating the scum of the world."

     "But can't you see that they've repented. They're sorry!"

    "Who cares, as far as I know they're trash. I don't have any use for garbage."

     I try hard to move my hand as it struggles to eliminate the people.

    "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"     The voice says this calmly as though unaffected by the fact that I'm regaining control of my body.

     "I'm taking my body back!" I shout aloud, startling the men.

     Finally, I regain complete control of my body and mind. I bring down my hands in surrender, ready to help these men back up and let them be punished by the government instead of by my hand.

    "You're worthless… You know that, right?"     the voice says suddenly.

    In the brief amount of time it took him to say that, the voice regains control over my body. It spread my arms out wide and gathered electrical energy at my fingertips. Then, with one mighty swoop, it slashed my hands together, through the necks of the four men, ripping their necks to shreds while electrocuting them and the entire truck.

    In my mind, I'm shocked, my face however, doesn't show that as it sneers maliciously at the men. Before my hands were forced to rip apart the throats of these men, I notice each of them, tears streaming down their faces, life cut brutally short by one individual. Then, their heads fall off and their bodies glow a bright violet color from the electricity.

     My body stands up under the influence of the voice. At that time, power over my body is relinquished back to me. I fall onto my knees. Guilt, sorrow and remorse all burden me, the faces of the men before they died are burned into my eyelids.

     Electricity continues to wreak havoc with the electronics in the truck. Beeping sounds and flashing lights can be heard. A large explosion rocks the back of the truck. Turning my head to the site of the explosion, I witness a large beam of light dissipating and a number of Pokémon escaping from the rear of the truck. It must have been a Pokémon that could use Hyper Beam to be able to break the cages like that. The electronic locks must have been fried in the electricity just now. Pokémon native to Johto make up the majority of this group while some are from Hoenn. Most of the Pokémon walk out cautiously, seeing the blazing inferno before their eyes. Some Pokémon turn to me with fear reflected in their eyes. I can hear muttered whisperings coming from the Pokémon. It's almost as though I can understand them. After a while, the whispers subside. A Totodile moves further away from the group and sprays water all over the fire to create a path for the others. It's soon joined by a few Quagsire and Azumarill. A slightly woozy Larvitar stumbles out the back of the truck, apparently the one who caused the explosion.

     I stare at the Pokémon, completely nonplussed at their behavior. After a while, the group leaves the clearing. Flying Pokémon take off on their long journey back to Johto while the rest wander off into the forest to do whatever it is that Pokémon do. Soon, my anger towards the voice returns.

     "Who the hell are you?" I shout roughly to the voice, pronouncing each word with more force than I intended.

    The Pokémon that are lagging behind quickly run off into the forest after hearing my outburst.

    "Hmmm? I'm just a voice in your head."     I can feel it mentally grinning.

     Suddenly, I realize something.

     "It's you! That voice from the facility!"

    "My, my, aren't we a clever one?"

     "Who are you really? All you do is kill when I hear you! Why are you inside me? Who the heck are you?" I shout.

    "You really want to know who I am?"

     "Yes and why you kill when there's no point in killing. Those men just now, they had lives and probably a family."

    "But they were bad people. They deserved to die. Even you were disgusted by them."

     "Even so, they didn't deserve to die! The authorities could have taken care of them! They could have been reformed!"

    "Look at you. You're talking like a child. In this world, there are only three types of people: the ones who are naturally good, the ones who are naturally bad, and the ones who annihilate the bad. That would be us, the third one. Anyone who opposes this third kind will be crushed. There are few of our kind in this world and ahh… I've said too much. You'll find out sooner or later."

     "Wait, are you Groudon or something?" I ask curiously, all anger abating.

    "Groudon? Why would I be Groudon? Sure, that's where I draw some of my power from, but rest assured I am certainly not Groudon."

     "Draw your power from? Hey, who are you, really?"

    "I am you, and you are me, but you can call me Ostile."

     "What do you mean by that, and what does Ostile mean?"

    "They both mean exactly what they mean. If you want to know more, find out yourself."

     "Ostile, you bastard, tell me now or so help me, I'm going to…"

     Ostile makes a yawning sound in my head.

    "You're going to do what? Kill me? How?"     he chuckles. "I'm feeling tired now. So long, idiot boy."

     With that, I feel Ostile's presence dissipate from my head.

    "Huh? Where are we? Why is there fire everywhere? Not that I hate it or anything. You still haven't found clothes!"     G suddenly says. I can recognize his voice as being slightly different than that of Ostile.

     "G? Where's Ostile? Where were you when all this was happening?"

    "Os-teel? Who's that? All I remember was that we were spying on some people and Pokémon, and suddenly, we're standing here in the middle of the clearing and a blazing inferno."

     "So, you don't know what happened. This is getting strange."

    "You know what? I don't really care."

     Ostile disappearing and G reappearing have to be connected somehow. I walk towards the truck, which surprisingly, is not burning. The crackling from the fire intensifies, and I hear a few helicopters fly overhead. I walk over to the remains of the four dead men, and guilt overwhelms me.

    "Hey, look, they're dead and they have clothes. What luck! I wonder who killed them though,"     says G suddenly.

     I don't bother to reveal the incident to him. Instead, I just play along as if nothing happened.

    "Yeah, I guess."

     I look at Frederick's body. Surprisingly, there's not much blood. The part of the neck that was ripped off by Ostile is charred black from the electricity. I kneel down and look at his arm. There's a weird bulge at his sleeve. I pull up the coat's leather sleeve and discover a black burnt watch, fused into his hand. I rip the watch off his wrist –the melted plastic strap snapping as I do that- and examine it. The top is totally unrecognizable, but on the underside, I see a vague remnant of what appears to be a carving of the infinity symbol.

    I drop the watch in disgust and continue to rummage his pockets. I find nothing much, save for some ashes, a wrecked mobile phone, and coins that are hot to touch. I stand up and look at the headless corpse.

    "Well, what are you waiting for? Take his clothes,"     G says all of a sudden.

    "You're sick. This man has been dead for God knows how long, and you're asking me to rob from this corpse for the sake of my own humility," I say, disgusted.

    "Yeah, so? Logically speaking, there's nothing wrong with taking from a dead person."

     "What about human ethics!" I blurt out desperately.

    "What about human ethics? Are you even human for that matter?"

     "Of course I…" I stop. Am I still human with Groudon inside of me and that other creature –Ostile? I recall a few words someone said to me some time ago.

    'There's a fine line that separates a human from a Pokémon. You should know that as well as anyone.'

     Those words were once spoken to me by someone I can't remember. I knew it was a woman's voice. I'm not sure what triggered this sudden recall, though.

    "Hey, are you still alive? You've been spaced out for a few minutes already."

     "Eh? Oh, nothing."

    "Come on. Take the clothes, and we can be done with it,"     G says impatiently.

     "Fine," I say, resigned to my fate, "but don't expect me to like it, though."

     G laughs. "I never expected you to like it, boy. I never expected you to."

     I exhale and start the unpleasant task of stripping this dead body down to his undergarments. Afterwards, I start to put on the man's clothes. Even though it disgusts me to wear someone else's clothes, especially someone who's dead, I find that the clothes fit me rather well. They don't look half-bad, either. The only thing that bothers me is a pin on the coat collar. It bears the Infinity symbol. After putting on all the clothes, leaving my boxers as the only bit of my original clothing, I carefully take off the pin, throw it on the ground, and step on it with Frederick's tough leather boots. As soon as that's done, I turn to the other three, namely Paulo, Robert and Gary, who are all on the ground, decapitated. Their condition is the same as Frederick's, and all their items have been fried thoroughly, leaving no possibility for repair.

     I sidestep their bodies and look over at the corpses. There's nothing much I can do now. Storm clouds roll in overhead, lightning flashes and thunder crashes throughout the forest. It then begins to rain. A light drizzle falls onto the forest, and I can hear the sizzling sound of fires being put out simultaneously. I walk away from the scene, intent on putting this incident behind me and forgetting the massacre that occurred here. Just before entering the rest of the forest, I stop. Something's bugging me. Then, I realize that I can hear a faint whining sound slightly different from the one I heard near the highway.

     I walk cautiously to the back of the truck, where the whining originates. As I move closer, the whining grows louder. Finally, I reach the rear of the truck and look in the back to see the source of the noise. It's a Houndour lying down. The skull-shaped bone on his head is cracked, and fresh blood oozes from the fracture. It's whimpering softly as blood slowly pools around its body, wetting its fur with scarlet-colored blood. The Houndour looks up at me, eyes pleading. Then, it opens its mouth and does something that I thought Pokémon could never do. It talks.

     "Help me,"it wheezes.

     I'm stunned. Pokémon can't talk! I move closer to the fire-dog and say the first thing that pops into my mind.

     "You can talk?"

     It nods, apparently too weak to argue. The Houndour twitches, and then its head slumps onto the floor. I look around the interior of the truck. A large metal bar lies on the floor next to the dog. I look up and see some broken metal parts among the flickering lights of the truck. I guess the earlier Hyper Beam weakened the structural integrity of the frame, causing the collapse after a while.

    "It looks like it's hurt. Leave it. We have better things to do."

     I ignore G and walk back to the three corpses. Once there, I rip off a shred of cloth from one of their sleeves. Then, I walk back to the back of the truck and tie it around the dog's head. It would be too risky too bring it to a Pokécenter. I wouldn't have the slightest clue about where to find one in the large city I was heading to before this. Even if I do, complications would arise, and questions would be asked. Eventually, I might even be linked back to the murders of these three men. It would be best to leave it for the meantime. I've heard that Pokémon are incredibly resilient creatures.

     I sit in the back of the truck and lean against the side of the container wall, head resting on my arms. The light drizzle outside wets the forest floor, putting out the fires on the charred trees. Blood washes away, mixing with the rainwater and gradually being absorbed into the earth. I look at the Houndour slumbering on the floor of the truck, blood soaking its bandage. Gradually, the flow slows as the cloth stems the bleeding. Hopefully, the dog will heal on itself. If not… I don't even think of the possibility. Little by little, I finally doze off and give myself up to unprotected sleep. The events of the past few hours have caught up to me. The rain outside continues to pour. It almost sounds rhythmic, and I can still hear it when I doze off.

    "This is boring,"     G says. I ignore him and continue to sleep, soothed by the sounds of the rain.

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     The next morning, I wake up thoroughly refreshed. The Houndour's bleeding seems to have stopped, and now, the dog is still peacefully slumbering. Suddenly, I remember the shocking incident last night, in which the dog actually was talking. Surely it couldn't be true. Maybe it was just brought on from exhaustion, and I was hallucinating. I lightly stroke the firedog and then get up. It's time to leave this place and let the Pokémon fend for itself.

    "Oh, you're awake already. It was bloody boring having to wait for you all night,"     says G.

    "Why didn't you sleep?" I ask.

    "Couldn't. I wasn't tired for some strange reason."

     I don't bother to tell him about the night's event when he blacked out. I hop out of the truck and walk towards the path created by the Pokémon last night. My boots squelch in the mud of the clearing. I turn to look back at the three corpses, remembering where I got the clothes.

    "So that's how it goes…"     says G suddenly.

     "Huh?" I say, confused.

    "Nothing."

     I walk further down the path and suddenly, I hear a yawning sound. I look back and see the Houndour from last night weakly squinting at me from the back of the truck. It looks grateful. Maybe this is how I can redeem myself. I ignore the dog and continue walking down the path, intent on reaching the city.
     
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    While you know most of my comments, as I've said in my beta, I do have a problem with this:

    Mizan Nix Zamnie said:
    "In-Vitro Fertilization. You thought that using complex words would perplex and possibly confuse me. No?"

    "Uhmm…" Actually, that was exactly what I was thinking at the time.

    "Give it up. Like I said before, I am completely aware of everything happening around me. Although, sometimes I choose not to reveal to people what's happening simply because I have no reason to," G growls.
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    There's probably logically reason why a Groudon would know everything ever, considering it's not a god of the universe but instead a god of the earth. This is like saying Cronus, a titan of the harvest, could know everything ever, which conflicts with the fact that he totally was screwed over by Zeus (who also didn't know everything ever, despite being the king of the gods). The problem with multi-god pantheons that a lot of people don't realize is that the gods are usually limited, not entirely omniscient or omnipotent. That is, their power is limited to their own domains and don't usually cross over with another god's domain simply because pantheons usually have gods of love, the sun, whatever separate, not ruling over each other. So, for example, Athena is the goddess of wisdom. She's not the goddess of love. This is actually quite clear, and it keeps Aphrodite content and not-so-pissed. With Pokémon, it's a bit easier to limit the powers of the legendaries (i.e., gods of that world) because each one of them is essentially an embodiment of their respective element. That is, Groudon is not only a god of the earth, but he's also an embodiment of it.

    I didn't bring this up in the last chapter because that instance actually made sense. The first part detailed the creation of the earth, while the second detailed Magma's invasion of Groudon's lair. Both are directly tied into Groudon's element. Beyond that, there's also the logic that Groudon was aware of what happened while it slept simply because as a powerful entity, it might be able to still perceive, even while technically dormant. (Not exactly logical, sure, but if you explain it that way, it's passable.) In-vitro fertilization, meanwhile, is a kind of science that's in no way connected with the earth. I really don't see how a Groudon could have known about it.

    In other words, you could probably tweak chapter two a bit to fix the shady logic of chapter three. To be honest, there's really nothing stopping you from completely rewriting half a chapter if it doesn't work. (If you want an example, I've done it with a number of chapters of AEM, particularly chapter eleven, which literally had half its content stricken and replaced. The end result was a more workable scene that people liked more than the original. Likewise, if you've ever gotten a chance to read the original The Quest of the Legends by Dragonfree, it's really nothing like the current version to the point where -- I think -- the only thing that's the same between the current and first versions are the concepts. Ergo, if you're at all hesitant about going back and fixing something in an earlier chapter, you really shouldn't be. Sometimes, it's the best way to improve.)

    Also:

    There's no one this far out in the slums outside of the city
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    Erm... Just letting you know, the definition of slums:

    Often, slums. a thickly populated, run-down, squalid part of a city, inhabited by poor people.
    (From here.)

    So, uh, yeah. This part is actually an improvement from the original (because it gives him even more of a reason to be embarrassed), but just keep in mind your definitions.

    Additionally:

    their (or "the") truck.
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    The part in parentheses was an alternate suggestion, not something I recommended you add to the story as is.

    "Die monster!" He shouts frightened
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    As a positive, this is definitely a more exciting improvement on the original (because you're getting a bit of action and violence in your work this time around). As a bit of constructive criticism, however, I'm going to quickly define the different types of dialogue tags to give you an idea of how to do this on your own:

    Dialogue Tag: A part of speech that describes who says a quote and how. In other words, the he said, she said part.
    Quote: Any line that's said by a character. Is usually in quotation marks of some kind (unless you're an eccentric and experienced writer).

    Dialogue Tag Before the Quote
    Sam says, "I'm going to get milk. I'll be back in a moment."

    Note the fact that there's a comma right after the dialogue tag. This is to show that the tag isn't a sentence on its own but instead a modifier (a piece that describes something else). This comes into play in other formats.

    Dialogue Tag Interrupting the Quote
    "I'm going," he says, "to get milk. I'll be back in a moment."
    OR
    "I'm going--" Sam puts on his shoes. "--to get milk. I'll be back in a moment."

    In the first example, there's a dialogue tag separating the parts of a sentence within the quote. Therefore, you need commas surrounding the tag to show that it's still part of the sentence but is just an island in the middle of what's being said aloud. Also note that if you use anything but a proper noun at the beginning of the tag, you need to keep it lowercase as if it's still part of the sentence.

    The second example, however, is one in which the island is actually a full sentence. Note that there's no description of the fact that Sam is speaking in this island. Therefore, you need to use dashes to indicate that there's an interruption in the quote -- which, probably, there is. It reads like a small pause as the character takes a short action.

    Dialogue Tag After the Quote
    "I'm going to get milk. I'll be back in a moment," he says.

    A pretty straightforward quote if you understand the logic behind the other examples. The tag is once again not its own sentence but is instead a part of speech that describes something else in the sentence. Therefore, you need not only a comma at the end of the quote (to show that there would normally be a period at the end of that if it weren't for the fact that the sentence is continuing) and a lowercase letter for any word that isn't a proper noun at the beginning of the tag.

    This all may be a bit confusing, so please feel free to ask.

    Also, to add, the quote ("Die, monster") is a direct address, a moment in which a character speaks directly to another character by using its name or a noun that serves as its name. Therefore, you need a comma just before the address.

    Likewise, you need a comma after "shouts." "Frightened" is not an adverb, so it needs to be separated from the verb. (Of course, it's also fairly apparent that the shooter is frightened or otherwise reacting negatively, so it's probably best to remove that from the text either way. That and it's telling instead of showing that the man is frightened, so it's not something you should do anyway.)

    I know I don't go into too much detail about grammatical corrections (unless you do it repeatedly), but if something isn't clear to you, please contact me about it. Your beta is here to help you not just with proofreading but also understanding the mechanics of storytelling and writing in general so that you, the writer, can actually improve beyond where you are now. A beta isn't just someone who fixes up grammatical errors, even if we're specifically language specialists. We expect the writer to be able to meet us halfway by communicating with us and learning from our notes.

    "Isn't it obvious, I'm eliminating the scum of the world."

    "But can't you see that they've repented, they're sorry!"

    "Who cares, as far as I know, they're trash. I don't have any use for garbage."
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    More comma splices. Please use the period test I've taught you to find them.


    Overall, as I've said earlier, it's an improvement from the original, and you've succeeded in making it more exciting than it had been. However, there's still a few parts to clean up, some of which I'm only teaching you once to see if you can figure things out from there.
     
    Okay, I think that I've probably edited Chapter 2 sufficiently Val. And I think I might understand the comma splicing thing too. I'm still working on understanding the dialogue tag thing though.

    Feel free to correct me if you think I'm wrong.
     
    This is... INCREDIBLE!

    By the way... Why do you keep calling Groudon G?

    Everyone knows who he is now.
     
    Darkly the Flygon said:
    By the way... Why do you keep calling Groudon G?
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    It's a name I gave to Groudon to make it sound cooler (like 'L' from Deathnote) and I'm just too lazy to keep typing Groudon. Furthermore, it's easier to have a conversation with a one syllable name than a two syllable one. XD

    This is... INCREDIBLE!
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    But yeah, Thanks anyway. XD
    You're the first one whose actually asked a question relevant to the fic(besides Jax).
     
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