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[Pokémon] Flight Into The Night

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    Flight Into The Night (one-shot POV/Apocalyptic Dawn tie-in)

    A/N: This is a one-shot POV/sequel tie-in from Nighthawk's perspective. "Flight Into The Night" is brought to life by a series of events that lead to his appearance on Route 1. I'd like to give a BIG thanks to SS (aka Sgt Shock) for helping me with both the title and the nickname of Nighthawk's illegally obtained Vaporeon.

    Disclaimer: "Flight Into The Night" is rated M for violence/abuse, deaths and moderate language. Pokémon is © Game Freak and Nintendo, 1995-2009. All other characters are © Kyuu-chan.

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    Flight Into The Night

    2000-2012

    Hawks are not known for being black. Nor do they fly at night. But I am not of the avian species. I was born a human. Adopting the codename 'Nighthawk', I rose quickly in Team Rocket's ranks. My name is Ace Black and this is my story.

    I had been born in the year two thousand, as an innocent and healthy baby to dark-skinned Kantonian parents. Two years on, however, my drunkard father left my emotionally torn mother for a better love – his obsession with beer. He had beaten both of us on numerous occasions. It wrecked Mother, and had left me harbouring the maddened serpent of hatred and mercilessness.

    All I have to do is close my brown eyes and remember that horrible period in my life. Quite a few times, he'd smashed a beer bottle in half and attacked his wife with it. Mother cried for him to stop, but he ignored her. After that, he slapped her and pushed her to the ground, while attempting to do ungodly things. If that wasn't enough, I would get punched and kicked until I fell, crying.

    He'd yell at me. It would either be "Shut the **** up, ya lazy bastard!" or "Get up off the ****ing ground and go to bed!" I couldn't stand it, and thus grew to resent my father. The alcoholic one left eventually, but Mother's spirit was already broken. She went to live with her sisters and they looked after her in a way that was far superior, than if I had had to care for her.

    Now that I was by myself, I shunned everyone around me. By the time I was five, I discovered I had a mysterious power over water. Having watched my attempts from afar to control the liquid, the local Element Caster approached me and taught me a couple of the water manipulation spells he knew. I was to learn that influencing an element not only required muttered spells, but complex hand movements as well.

    In total, the Mage taught me two spells, saying I had to learn the last two myself. He began with the basic enchantment of drawing water from around us and hydrating the surrounding vegetation. After I mastered that on my second attempt, the first having failed due to my concentration breaking, the middle-aged man moved onto a more complicated, higher-level charm.

    The next spell involved the gathering of the clear liquid and molding it into a large, unbreakable bubble. I found this test harder than my first task in the fact that I was able to bend the water to my will, but when it came to making it indissoluble, it kept bursting. Annoyed at the lack of my willpower, which is what it took to keep the bubble solid, my teacher gave me a hint. Finally, on my fourth try, I succeeded and it stayed strong.

    We parted ways in order for me to strengthen my new found abilities. A blood-pact hex was the next thing I wanted to master. It involved four hand motions and a short, sharp muttered spell. I achieved success on my first try.

    The last objective was to be successful at creating and controlling a typhoon. My hand movements consisted of going in an upwards direction and, at the same time, twisting around each other several times. This spell was by far the hardest to influence, but I managed to manipulate it effectively on my fifth turn.



    The name's Felmare – but I'm not your ordinary, run-of-the mill, cute-looking Meowth. Repulsed by cute, I'm just as savage and feral as my parents are. "Kill, or be killed." is the mob's saying, and we stick to that with our very lives. A female littermate, however, proved to be a threat to us. She refused to uphold the motto, so we had to take action.

    Our mob's council, which consisted of the wiser adult Persian and the inexperienced, yet to be initiated senior Meowth, decided to kill her. My brother and I were chosen to carry out the dark deed. When she lay sleeping that night, we silently crept up to her nest and proceeded with our assigned task.

    My brother held her down, while jerking her head back. I went straight for the slaying, clamping my small fangs down on the jugular vein in her throat. She'd woken up as soon as my brother held her down but, even as I took her life, her eyes pleaded that we stop and one word gurgled from her dying form. <Why?> It was a pained gasp and blood bubbled out of her mouth. The eyes finally glazed over, her life had ended.

    But it was to be the taking of my half-sister's life that forced me to leave the mob behind. Initially, I didn't want to see anymore bloodshed or lives lost. I realized all too soon, however, that even though I'd left the mob, neither the mob – nor its laws – would ever leave me. It was a couple of days later when I came across the human boy.


    I had just started controlling my element far more efficiently, when I observed an apparently innocent Meowth walk past. Throwing some food to it, I was able to coax it over to me. "My name is Ace." I began quietly, not wanting to spook the feline. "What's yours?"

    <Felmare,> the Meowth spat. <And don't treat me like I'm a newborn. I've got nearly a year under my belt, so to speak.>

    "I'm sorry. So where have you come from?"

    The Meowth named Felmare eyed me suspiciously. <What's in it for me if I so choose to answer?> He replied, digging his claws into the soil.

    "We can become partners." I answered, not adding that I'd learned a blood-pact spell.

    <Partners? So how do we go about this?> Felmare responded, narrowing his eyes as his tail swung from side to side rapidly.

    "Like this," came my retort. Under my breath, I started muttering the spell, while making complex hand motions. I noted, with pride, that the Meowth didn't back down while I intoned the hex. When I finished, though, I had not expected that the enchantment would override all of the cat's emotions and instincts.



    Redfur is the name I was given from the second I was born. I had been born into a pack of Growlithe and Arcanine. A small group of the pack had originally belonged to the Kantonian Police Force's Dog Squad department, but managed to escape after hearing they were destined to be put down.

    The pack holds two axioms dear to them. "Live to serve." and "Believe in what you think is right." I was one of five offspring to the lead female Arcanine. As a pup born to the dominant female, high expectations had been placed on my shoulders even before I was able to open my eyes. Prior to my eyes opening, I listened to the conversation my mother and one of the other Arcanine were having.

    <They shouldn't be expected to go back there and take the place by storm.> My mother, Creamstripe, spoke to Darkstep. She sounded concerned; that much was obvious, as her tone sounded whiny.

    <Creamstripe, listen to yourself!> Darkstep barked, slightly annoyed. <Of course it's not going to be now, but it will definitely happen. It has to, we must get revenge for what they tried to do!>


    I took several steps back, as I looked at Felmare in a new light. The Meowth was sizeably larger than what he had been before. Was this a side-effect of the spell? Clearly, it seemed to be that way. To think that the spell had overridden all of his emotions and instincts was hard to comprehend.

    My brown eyes watched emotionlessly as he pounced on a Spearow and tore it to shreds in mere seconds. It seemed that his only savage desire was to constantly draw blood. A shred of emotion stirred within me and, momentarily, I wondered why I'd created a monster. But it would take me a while to realize that we had both been fiends from the time we were born, and that our other sides had lain dormant until exactly the right time.



    Two years ago, my grown siblings and I had indeed gone back to the Dog Squad's base. We "took the place by storm" as my mother had worried about. My two brothers and two sisters never made it back out. I was the only one who survived. Even to this day, I look back on that memory with a heavy heart. All four of them had been struck down, shot to death by bullets.

    A couple of years had passed since Ace had met Felmare. It was now the year two thousand and seven. Since then, I had joined the team and was determined to be loyal to my master until the very end. Wardigo had also been welcomed to the group, but he'll share his story later. My master had many enemies; any we came across, I would not hesitate to attack. But that was where I drew the line. I refused to needlessly kill innocent people – yes, I still viewed them as innocent, despite my master declaring them bad.

    Being a canine, it wasn't hard to tell that Master Nighthawk tired of my decision not to kill.

    "Live to serve."

    "Believe in what you think is right."


    Exhaling a long-winded sigh, I thought back to the two mottos I'd been brought up by. Yes, I lived to serve the Master. However, was I really doing what I thought was right? The truth was, I wasn't and I needed to do something about it now.


    I had since evolved into a Persian, much larger than the species normally was. The Master and I had killed many beings, human and Pokémon alike. As we slaughtered more and more, the further out of touch we became with the world.


    The phrase "Aim to kill" was drilled into my head from the moment I broke free of the Egg I had lived in. Wardigo is my name, I am a Scyther. My species are warriors at heart, always duelling each other and contesting for the leadership of the swarm. But I have lived with Master Nighthawk for the entirety of my life, which has been two years now.

    I swore to be faithful to him for the rest of my lifespan. That was, however, until I learned of Redfur's desertion. He may not have realized it, but I had looked up to him as a role model, even though he was only slightly older than me. It was easy to tell that the Arcanine's values were vastly dissimilar to Master Nighthawk's, but to deny everything that the human boy offered us?

    I couldn't understand why he discarded us like we were pieces of rubbish. <Surely we were more to him than that,> was the thought running through my head at the time. My intentions to please Master faltered and the whole desertion incident left me emotionally scarred.


    It was after Redfur denied I even existed, that I learned of the presence of Team Rocket – a criminal organization. One of their Commanders, by the name of Lt. Surge, invited me to the establishment's headquarters for a look around. Admittedly, I was very impressed by what I saw. Their company ran from top to bottom – the Leader first, then the three Commanders, Admins next, the R&D team, and finally the inferior Grunts.

    The boss himself, Giovanni Walker, requested my attendance in his organization. Sadly, however, I had to politely decline his imploring. I told them to ask again in three years. Giovanni and his Commanders seemed satisfied with the response.



    A year later, I was taken in by Team Rocket. For the purpose of training and becoming mentally stronger, they gave me to a raven-haired female who told me to address her as Sabrina. You may call me Scyla; I am one member of the Alakazam evolutionary line.

    For one year only, I was trained by this Sabrina, whom I learned was a mistress of Psychic type Pokémon. I disliked her introverted and reserved personality, as it prevented me from getting a true lock on her feelings. Looking back at that time period, I believe I became slightly distant because of her.

    At the year's end, during which I had completed my training and evolved into Alakazam, Sabrina announced to her boss that she was permanently quitting the organization in order to reform. I felt unwanted, for part of me had sought more time with her, even though she was aloof.

    I was bundled into my crimson and white sphere which was less spacious than when I'd been an Abra. One of the two remaining Commanders busied himself with finding someone called Ace Black, whom I assumed was to be my new trainer. The Commander, who informed this Ace Black that he was a ninja and the Poison type Leader of Fuchsia City, handed me to my new owner.

    Over time, we would become close partners, but never as close as my trainer's bond with Felmare.


    Two weeks off turning ten, I was approached by an Admin. His name was Ross and he was the second-in-charge. I took that to mean he was the second most powerful Admin in the organization, but I was proven wrong. In the eleven months and two weeks since I had spoken to Koga, both he and Lt. Surge renounced their positions to reform, like Sabrina had. Surprise grabbed me when I learned, albeit through someone else, that Lt. Surge had extra incentive. He had a son he was duty-bound to look after.

    Anyway, Ross told me that his boss had declared it was close enough to three years and thus sent him to my current location. Ross also detailed that when I accepted the offer, I would start as a lowly Grunt. However, if I worked hard enough, I would become an Admin in no time. I acknowledged the deal on the spot and had Scyla teleport us to the organization's headquarters.

    There, I signed my name on the piece of paper; putting not Ace Black like they thought I would, but instead my adopted codename of 'Nighthawk'. Giovanni scrutinized the agreement and deemed that my alias would be sufficient. He took me to meet two other codenamed Team Rocket members.

    Lady Grey and Crimson Lightning.

    Born in Mahogany Town of Johto, Lady Grey's real name was Celeste Silverini. Being Team Rocket's leading R&D scientist, she was the one who created Crimson Lightning – albeit her real name is Bethany Swift – to look exactly like some girl's dead sister. She was also the one who experimented on some woman, called Fiona, when she was younger – giving her psychic powers, but kept the memory of it well hidden in the depths of her brain.

    Crimson Lightning doesn't care for knowledge on when she was born. She prefers to acknowledge Lady Grey as her mother, even though she knows full well that she's the end result of one of Celeste's accelerated cloning tests.



    Well now people, how are you going on this very fine day? My name's Moonscar and I'm a Vaporeon. You're wondering why I have that name, aren't you? Let me tell you my story.

    As an Eevee, I was born on the night of a full moon – hence the 'moon' part of my name. I was playing rough-and-tumble with my brothers one day, when one of them got a bit too rough and chomped a valuable nerve on my left front leg. My Espeon mother knew immediately it wouldn't heal and I would limp for the rest of my life. But getting the 'scar' gave me my full name, which was something I was proud of.

    Naturally, I got a bit angry at aforementioned sibling after that. A while after that, this trainer showed up, wanting to catch one of us. I attempted to run off, as it appeared that he was targeting me, but it was to no avail. He captured me and took me away from my family.


    When I was in and out of battles all of the time, time seemed to pass quickly. Before I knew it, I was a League Champion Pokémon, being cheered and adored by almost everyone. But then, the unthinkable happened. In the dead of night, without my master knowing, I was stolen from him by the psychic abilities of some Psychic creature.

    To this present day, the fact remains that I was illegally obtained. Because of this, I harbour a fierce hatred of the human who calls himself Nighthawk. Yet, I feel pity for the female Alakazam for some strange reason. The human never uses me, for he knows I'd refuse to battle for him.


    Giovanni has long since retired, leaving the position of Leader open to his successor – a seventeen-year-old red-haired male, who goes by the name of Rowan Harris. My loyalties lie with Team Rocket, yet I am not fully tied down to them either. Rowan knows this, and thus treats me with the appropriate caution. I am twelve-years-old now. I'm a top Admin and can battle quite viciously. Most, if not all, of my opponents are taken by surprise when they realize I can manipulate the elemental energy of water.

    I have been briefed on the sister of my boss, she who is three years younger. As I ask Scyla to take me to Route 1, I think back on my past and know that my father was solely responsible for whom I have become today.
     
    Why haven't I reviewed this and this is my favorite character in your story. O_o

    Anyway, creative thinking her, I must admit with Felmare. The whole blood pact thing was like WOAH in the pokemon.

    I'm truly looking forward to how you are going to use his magical prowless of Nighthawk. His power can be use creatively. Just think of ways you can use his powers.

    Anyway, I'm looking forward to how you use your characters. I suggest that you break the different parts of the one-shot by a * with a small subtle like "Redfur" to stop the reading from being confused.
     
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