Silhouette
On my way to Viridian City ♪
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- 17
- Years
- Age 31
- Stark Mountain, Sinnoh
- Seen Feb 5, 2025
- Rated PG-14~ish: Some blood, language
Chapter Directory
Prologue
"So do you wish to bid farewell to your sins?" said the voice behind the booth.
"Yes, father. . ." replied the young boy, who by fate's unveiling side had been betrayed. Silently he sat, waiting for his father's instruction.
"You will have done good to have brought me what this requires," finally came from the confession booth. The young boy nodded, knowing that he could not be seen.
"I do, sir," he said bluntly.
"Very good, very decent. Now, hand it to me," said the voice quietly. As the the boy detached the object from his belt, he could feel the darkness erupt from his heart. But the darkness would not leave him. Instead, it surrounded him, and he would have to atone for what he had done. He pulled it back.
"Your partner has grown to you. If you truly wish to cleanse yourself of this wrongdoing, you must do the right thing, no matter how much it breaks your heart," said the priest. The young boy looked down to his hands. As he decided to give the Pokeball he had so hesitantly kept from the man, he glanced around the room, knowing full well that either way the man got the Pokeball or not, the police would be notified right away.
"What could I have done so badly that makes this nation of Varain wary of me alone?" he thought to himself.
Instead of handing the Pokeball to his father, he gripped it tightly. And summoning his weak voice, called upon his friend which fate had so desperately tried to trap the young one with. This would be the old man's last moments. Killing was an addiction, even if it came first by accident.
Chapter 1; Escaping
"Mak!"
Nothing but total darkness
"'Hey, Maksus! Wakey-wakey!"
Slowly, light began to pour into his eyes. Seeing double of everything, he staggered up, clutching the rugged wall next to him.
"Ugh.. You scared me!" yelled a kid no younger than Maksus from the top of the cliff, from where Maksus had fallen from. "You're supposed to make it across, not down!" he teased. He pointed to a cliff across from the one he was on, supplementing the miniature valley. Maksus looked up, seeing the jet-black, spiky hair the kid sported. His face was fairly thin, and a bit pointy.
'You scared me, Mak," said another, slightly softer voice. From Maksus's perspective poked another head out from the side of the cliff. The other kid, a girl, had brown, long, spiky hair, and a gentle look in her eyes. She seemed a bit shy. He squinted, attempting to keep the noon sun out of his eyes. Maksus had been hiking the small valleys and mountains with his dearest friends, Aito, the boy, and Keikami, the girl. The two leapt across a fairly wide gorge, leaving Maksus on the other side. The last thing he could remember was that the two were encouraging him to jump, claiming it was no problem. He remembered falling, but not hitting the ground. . .
Maksus looked over at the wall on which his hand rested. He glanced up one last time, and sighed. With a grunt, he started to climb the rocky wall. He could see his breath in the cool, summer air. Maksus and his friends lived in the Varain Region, which was very far up North. Even in the summer, the air never reached temperatures above freezing. And often, it was much too cold to snow.
He finally reached the top, meeting two outstretched arms and open hands. He took each hand with his own, and allowed them to assist him up. He took two steps, the permafrost ground crunching beneath his feet. As he wiped his hands on his pants, he heard a soft, rapid, rhythmic beating sound. It began to get louder and louder, until the sound was directly over head. The three looked up to see five helicopters flying in a 'V' formation. As they passed, they spurred a flock of wild Starly into flight. The Starly chirped loudly as they passed the opposite way the helicopters came from. After a long, awkward silence, Aito finally spoke.
"Weird, huh? Not too often you see those copters this far north," he explained, as if to himself. He looked down from the empty, bright sky to meet Maksus's and Keikami's gaze. "Eh, oh well. Probably just some scientists or something," he finished. The three continued on their way, talking about what they planned to do when summer ended. Aito said something about becoming a Pokemon trainer, but Keikami and Maksus agreed that that was highly unlikely.
After a few more hiked hills, the three came to the edge of what seemed to be a plateau. The mountainous terrain dipped down sharply to meet frost-covered grass. The short ribbon of grass was surrounded by fir trees; the plateau was surrounded by a coniferous forest. In the center of the clearing before the forest rested five helicopters, each with a red logo that read "Rundane." The three scaled down the cliff, and inspected the helicopters.
"Abandoned. Every last one of them," Keikami said after a short while. Maksus pulled something out of his backpack. He slipped a camera out of the small, black case he had grabbed. With a flash, he got a picture. When he had finished, he put the camera away, and they continued down a winding path, eventually reaching what seemed to be a campground. Above the path, a sign spanned across, supported by a post on either side. It lingered over the road, and looked like it was going to fall any minute. The sign read 'Pontos Village.' It was a small society situated on a huge mountainside, causing the town to be in layers as it scaled up the mountain. With the combination of the surrounding forest, the town seemed to be a giant pathway.
Suddenly, there was a loud, repetitive beeping sound that rang in Maksus's ears.
Aito looked down to the watch on his wrist, and stopped the alarm. He looked up hastily at Maksus and Keikami.
"Well, I'm just in time! My dad said that we were having visitors over for supper from down south. Now, you know my dad, being a professor and all. He probably just invited a bunch of other scientists," he scowled, then nodded. "I'll give you a ring later. See ya!" he said, waving as he left them.
"I suppose I should head off home, too," Keikami said softly. With that, Maksus was left alone. He then remembered that Aito's father was a professor.
Well, of course, Mak thought, Aito's father is the renowned professor of Varain. If he's having scientists to his lab, does that mean Aito knew what those helicopters are?
6:00 PM
"Mom, I want a Pokemon," Maksus said at the counter, across the kitchen from his mother. His mom turned around and looked at him skeptically, with a cell phone on her shoulder. It was being held up with her head, leaning against her shoulder. She sighed, preparing herself and Maksus some dinner.
"Honey, I'm on the phone. Go upstairs and wash up, okay?" she said. Maksus nodded. He went across the room, and started climbing the stairs. He went up halfway, and sat just out of sight of his mother. He started to eavesdrop on her while she talked on the phone.
"But, what will I tell Mak?" he overheard. "I can't just tell him that we're getting a divorce." Maksus went up the rest of the way and sat on his bed. Suddenly, the home phone rang. Maksus hurried and got it, since his mom was on the cell phone.
"Hello?" he asked, feeling the heaviness in his own voice.
"Hey, it's Aito. Come over in two hours, okay?" Aito said on the other line.
"Yeah, but.. why?" Maksus queried.
"Remember how I said my dad had visitors? Well, they brought some pretty cool Pokemon that I want to show you. We'll be here." And with that, the conversation was over. As if on cue, Maksus's mom called up.
"Mak, dinner's ready!" she yelled up the stairs. Maksus bristled, and walked down the hallway, and slowly descended down the stairs. He sat down heavily on the chair, and began downing the awfully hot soup that had been prepared for him. His mother sat opposite of the small table, watching him. She was surprised that he was eating such hot soup so fast. When he finished, he noticed his mom looking worriedly at him.
"Mom, who was that on the phone?" Maksus asked, knowing the answer already.
"It was your father—" she answered, but Maksus cut her off.
"What did he want?" Maksus asked again. His mom now knew that Maksus overheard her on the phone.
"Mak, I—"
"Mom, I'm going. I need some time to think. I'll be back soon," he breathed. He stood up, and left the small cabin he once called home. He stomped off the porch, and marched out of the yard. He made his way to a small passageway through the thick of the forest, and over the mountain that split the town in two. He shivered as he managed his way through the passage. In his rage, Maksus forgot to put on his jacket and other supplies. All he had was his casual clothes, which were his red hooded sweatshirt, and jeans. The only other thing he did have was his camera.
As he exited the forest passage, he saw the small building that was Professor Tajiri's, Aito's father's, lab. He approached, nearly slipping on a patch of ice. Maksus thought twice about entering.
"The lights are on, so they must be here. It's only been 45 minutes since he called, but I hope they don't mind. . ." Maksus thought.
Hesitantly, he reached for the doorknob, and slowly opened the door. Soundlessly, he entered, squinting from the dimly lit room, as it was brighter than he expected. He could see four figures at the large table across the room. Maksus looked over to them, and leaned against a desk. This was the only room in the lab, and it was messy and filled with papers and stacks of books.
"Travis, take the Luxio, and Helen, you can have the Haunter. The rest are pretty much useless," he heard from the female in the middle of the group, who was obviously the leader of them. Maksus's eyes started to get used to the lights. The leader was a girl that didn't look too much older than himself. She had long, straight black hair, and a long, black trench coat. She wore heels, which made her seem a slight bit taller. Maksus could tell that she would still be tall without them. To her left stood a man with deep red hair in dreadlocks that reached the top of his back. His hair covered his eyes. Other than his pale skin and his suit, he seemed normal. He wore a black, tight suit, an odd wardrobe for this kind of climate.
To the leader's right stood another girl and boy. The other boy also had red hair, but it was brighter and spiked. He wore the same wardrobe as the other man. The other girl looked a lot like him, but her hair was brown, and in pigtails done in braids. Like the two others, she had on the suit. They reminded Maksus of spies that one would see in a movie.
Maksus could hear them talking about shipment of Pokemon, or something like that. He hadn't listened too much by the time the man with dreadlocks noticed him. He looked at the leader, and nodded in Maksus's direction.
"Well, well. What have we here?" he asked in a sly tone. The man with dreadlocks looked at the spiky-haired boy, who she previously called Travis, and Travis walked behind Maksus, preventing any sort of escape. The leader approached him, and eyed him down. She looked over to the girl with pigtails, who she previously called Helen.
"Travis, Helen, I'm leaving. Make sure this kid is dead and all evidence gone by the time Tajiri comes. This kid saw too much. And if Tajiri does arrive, make sure that he thinks nothing was going on. Talon, I'm leaving. Come on," she commanded. Talon, the man with the dreadlocks, smirked at Maksus, circled him, and exited after his leader. Maksus gulped audibly, not knowing what was going to happen. When the two had left, Travis faced him, examining him closely.
"Long, brown hair. . . baggy pants. . . hoody. . . I'd say he's just that Maksus brat," he said convincingly to Helen. She smirked, and revealed a Pokeball attached to her belt.
"Once I release my Pokemon, you're sure to be dead. Or want to be dead. In which case, I'll kill you," she said evilly. Maksus scanned the room with his eyes, looking for a means of defense. Surely, these people couldn't be serious. Maksus's adrenaline was starting to pump. Then, he spotted a gleaming object by a stack of papers on the desk he stood next to.
"I'm using Houndour. What about you, brother?" she said to Travis. Travis looked at her, and shared her smirk.
"It's all you, unless you want to share some blood. Have at it," he said. Helen reached for a Pokeball, and with a burst of light, stood a vicious looking Houndour. With fangs bared, it spit flames from its orange jowls. It leapt at Maksus, but flinched as Maksus leapt and dodged whatever the Houndour planned. He grabbed the large, seemingly-antique letter opener he saw, and wildly flailed the long blade. Helen laughed.
"You think that's going to do you any good?" she asked sarcastically. The Houndour lunged at Maksus, but he held out the blade, and covered his eyes, expecting the worst. He heard a yelp, and then a growl. He uncovered his eyes, and saw the Houndour with a wound on its front left leg.
"I'm calling back-up. They can come and take him away!" Travis said, with a tone of desperation in his voice. Maksus could tell that these two weren't used to killing. Travis pulled out a radio, and spoke into it, calling for backup. "They'll be here in just a few minutes!" he said, releasing his Pokemon. With another flash, appeared a large, rodent-looking Pokemon with brown spikes on its back, a Sandslash, wielding two ferocious sets of claws. The two Pokemon began to close in on Maksus, as Travis spoke to him.
"If you give up now, we'll take you prisoner and let you live," he said. Maksus looked at him wide-eyed, but shook his head, rejecting. "Fine, have it your way," Travis said, confidence regaining in his voice. Suddenly, the doorknob began to turn. Maksus breathed heavily, knowing his ultimate fate. This would be his last strife. The other evil people had arrived.
With his back against the wall, he stood nervously as the door next to him slowly slid open. Maksus gripped the letter opener tightly, and watched Travis's facial expression turn into surprise. Before Maksus could comprehend this change, he spun around quickly, and thrust the small blade into the new enemy's chest. Everyone in the room stood there dumbfounded, even the Pokemon. Maksus released the letter opener's handle, and allowed the stranger to fall to his knees. The newcomer spat up a little blood, and Maksus opened his eyes. He stabbed the foe right in the heart. Then, he gasped. This was no enemy; it was Professor Tajiri. Tajiri looked at him, his eyes clouded. He was no match for the long blade.
"Maksus.. You and I know that these people are bad," he wheezed, coughing between breaths. "I.. trust you," he said, wheezed again, and fell face first onto the floor. Maksus turned to Helen and Travis, who stared at him wide-eyed. Travis looked to Helen.
"Damn it, this screws up our plans. There goes all that money! Damatria's going to kill us.. let's get out of here," he said. Agilely, they escaped out a window on the opposite side of the room. Mak saw a Pokeball on the ground, and ran over to grab it. He inspected it, feeling the weight of it. It was awfully heavy for its size. Knowing full well he couldn't stay here, Maksus ran to the door. Before leaving, he turned and faced Professor Tajiri. Looking down, he spoke.
"Mr. Tajiri. . . I'm. . ." he sobbed on accident, "I'm. . . sorry," he finished solemnly. He lowered his head slowly, then ran out into the cold night air. He ran as fast as he could. Hoping to escape to Tradesville, he left everything he knew behind. He couldn't feel the cold between the running and adrenaline. Eventually, he came to a slow walk. He continued, shivering from the drying sweat. The moon stared down at him through the conifer trees, as if trying to spot him. As he walked down the winding, mountain trail, he heard a twig crack from far behind him. He spun around with amazing speed.
"Who's there!?" he shouted into the dark. From the surrounding forest, he heard the unfortunate reply.
"Maksus. I saw what happened. Please, don't leave," came the soft voice that Maksus recognized. It was Keikami. "I know you're innocent. Please. . ." she asked. She emerged from the surrounding forest, and faced Maksus.
"I'm guilty. I have to go. Good bye," Maksus said without feelings. He turned around to leave as Keikami dropped her apparent act.
"Maksus, I won't allow you to escape. You killed Aito's father. He was a father to all of us. I won't allow you to get away with it. He's like family. . ." Keikami ordered, muttering her last sentence. She held out a Pokeball, challenging Maksus. He faced her.
"He wasn't my father. I respect — er, respected him, but he can't replace my real father," he growled behind gritted teeth. He recalled the conversation his mother had on the phone earlier.
"Mak! Your father hasn't visited you in a year! You haven't talked to him since you've seen him! Professor Tajiri treated you like a son. Admit it—"
"Enough!" Mak shouted. With rage, he tossed the Pokeball he recovered from the lab. In a shower of light appeared Maksus's hinderer; the very curse he was blessed with.
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