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BLAH for drama. xP
Okay, first off, this fanfic is rated, currently, PG-13 for violence and occasional swearing. It's a little hard to explain what this fic is about and in which general direction it's heading for. The first couple of chapters will be just the start, as it usually is. This is an action/adventure fanfic with a few genres to add in (like drama, comedy, etc.). Mainly it's action/adventure.
Note: This fanfic was posted on a different website, but now I'm starting to post it in lotsa places ;)
Also, this is going to be a long fic with long chapters. This is just a warning to you now.
Brief summary:
A tragedy, now known as the Blood Feud, ruined the lives of thousands of people. Because of this event, caused by the vengeful Pokémon Mewtwo, Team Rocket is considered heroes because of their bravery in the battle. However, one year later, a girl named Hayley Jace—along with former Rocket, Asher Helmcruft—discovers who Team Rocket really is and what their plans are. Now the world is in grave danger and so are the Legendaries that roam it. They will have to go on a journey like no other to protect the world, the Legendaries, a mysterious rebelling team, mysterious accessories known as Plates, and all of these things which lead up to one astonishing truth and the key that answers it all: the Realm. The hunt has begun.
Below is the Pronunciation Guide
[SIZE=+2]PM List:[/SIZE]
Okay, before you look at the miniature chapter list in disbelief, I must say that I've only planned up to six chapters so far. The fanfic is going to be extremely long, and I hope you trust me when I say that. I already have everything planned out. I just have to sort everything into each chapter, type the rest of the chapters and post them. There's going to be a lot of chapters :/ A lot. Thankfully, however, I've already got all the details planned out and written down. Well, not the descriptions, but the twists and the plot and everything like that. I'm going to sort the plans out into the chapters, name the chapters, and then I'll begin typing each of them and actually give it description and content. When I write some more chapters, then I'll post the progress. I'm waiting for reactions to this prologue, however, before I post the first chapter. I estimate that, for this fanfic (and Book 1 to a possible series), that this will have at least...umm...30 chapters. It's an estimate for now. There could be less or more, but I'm thinking at least 30.
Main details:
[SIZE=+2]Genre: ADVENTURE/ACTION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]Updates: Several chapters still being planned. Up to five chapters completed! This is just the prologue, but more will be posted once a few reviews are received ;3[/SIZE]
Chapter list:
Prologue (continue scrolling, located in post) (Status: complete)
Chapter 1: Another Tragedy (Status: complete)
Chapter 2: The Great Capture (Status: complete)
Chapter 3: The Great Escape (Status: complete)
Chapter 4: The Meeting (Status: complete)
Chapter 5: Two New Towns Lead to a Rescue (Status: complete)
Chapter 6: Another Meeting (Status: in progress)
Chapter 7 (Status: being planned)
Chapter 8 (Status: being planned)
Chapter 9 (Status: being planned)
Chapter 10 (Status: being planned)
Prologue
Not much was known about the Realm. Countless leaders and scientists had attempted to gain access to its forbidden entrance, but none have succeeded. Some said it was the sleeping place to the almighty Arceus. Others said it was merely just a fantasy, a legend that was born from Pokémon obsessions. Those who spoke of the legend as if it was unreal were mistaken.
The Realm was real. The Pokémon that resided in it were realer.
The clouds bloomed beds that contained the same substances used to make their plump, cottony appearance. Resting in these light beds was a majestic deer, surfaced with a milky white texture. Unlike a deer, this creature was not fragile or timid; he possessed the potential to be a God. At the ends of his long, thin legs were yellow nails, jutting out from where feet would usually be. It stood determinedly on all fours with a face that looked more like a helmet, a jagged horn merging from the features and pointing backward. Around its stomach area was a gleaming golden crest that acted more as a convening belt, piecing the halves of its body together with a firm clasp.
The godly Pokémon gazed down at the universe he had created, seeing the Pokémon world light up before his eyes, standing out from the rest of his creations. He knew that disaster was about to strike since this was his world after all, but that seemed of no concern to him at the moment. The Pokémon knew the people that roamed the land would recover from the oncoming tragedy.
What really concerned the Pokémon was the group behind it, plotting the world's downfall. He had not faltered in creating the world and the Pokémon that helped make it, but why would someone even consider betraying him in this way? Why would anyone be willing to capture him—the unreachable, untouchable Pokémon—to obtain what they wanted most?
He couldn't help but pity the humans. Most were innocent, but malice lingered cruelly in the others' hearts. He could only stand by and watch the world fall into its demise.
Why did they seek the Sealed One? Why were they aiming to awaken his long forgotten brother?
The wise Pokémon knew this much: if the Sealed One was awakened, it would be the end of the world.
The Pokémon leaned back and watched the tragedy that had just begun, tearing his thoughts temporarily away from the disturbing one known as the Sealed One. What he saw made his heart ache.
Ash—appraised and created by the intensely burning flames—acted as a replacement for the eradicated soil, blanketing the smoldered grass in numerous piles of soot. Trees, overpowered by the forceful, uncharacteristically powerful hands of the wind, had no choice but to leap into the air after their roots were plunged and plucked from beneath them, forever torn. The sky was no longer visible due to the shield of smoke stretched over its momentous blue shade and the large glowing lantern known as the sun. A noise—thundering in volume, sleek in quality—impaired the polluted air, protruding a cornflower blue aura after its dizzying roar had reached all ears.
Beings with strong limbs and tight black uniforms scrambled through the smoke that had encircled over the damaged ground. Some carried machinery, which they spoke into with fear and anxiety, as if they knew that the end was near, that they weren't going to live and desperately hoped someone would reach out to assist them. Others held weapons, ones that were constantly shot toward the sky, hoping to strike its desired target. A colossal roar filtered from nearby, almost as if it was warning them; the uniformed humans spoke faster into their machinery, urgency flaking off their terrified tones.
A genderless being—definitely not human—dove through the smoke, causing it to evaporate upon making contact. Its body was sleek and strong, dowsed with milky lavender. It looked oddly like a feline—a cat with no nose, a cat with the ability to stand on two legs instead of four. Once really looking at this being, however, you would say it bears more resemblance to a human. Its eyes were usually a mesmerizing shade of purple, though at the moment it sparked fiery red, glowing with rage, icy and cruel in substance. This being—this Pokémon—would spare no mercy.
"Lyla!" A boy dragged his body along the ground pathetically.
The Pokémon's attention quirked after hearing the deep cry of the frantic male human calling out urgently to their loved one. The confused and enraged feelings catapulting through the Pokémon felt essential to it, almost like the feelings were its blood, but it knew what it was doing was wrong. Horribly wrong. So why did the Pokémon continue?
"Lyla!" The boy crawling along the ground, face tainted by char and stains of red, cried out yet again.
The Pokémon turned wistfully and slowly, as if to add more tension to the already tense atmosphere. A pit of regret settled into its chest, but as soon as it saw the boy garbed in black—a color of evil in the Pokémon's eyes, the color his enemies would wear— all of that regret faded, as if it hadn't even been there. The Pokémon saw who the boy was reaching toward, a girl who could barely move, her body looking like it had been painted in crimson blood. She, too, had a black uniform, though most of it was torn.
Rage consumed the Pokémon's mind. He held out his hand awkwardly, dangling it. The girl's body was abruptly covered in blue, an aura gifted from the psychic Pokémon. Then she screamed, revealing that the aura was crushing her, crunching against her brittle flesh, which was already plastered almost entirely with blood.
"NO! LYLA!" The boy reached out with his remaining strength, constantly wailing for the survival of the girl, begging the Pokémon to stop.
When the girl went completely limp from her hopeless struggles, the aura vanished, exhausted from its victory, but the Pokémon lingered, hovering in midair, seemingly larger up-close.
"I have dealt with you humans long enough!" The Pokémon screeched in a male human voice, yet its lips did not move. "Heed this warning or perish in ignorance: bring me infinite power or surrender thou treasures."
With its final words, it vanished, leaving the area stirring with bitterness and sorrow, most of which coming from the boy—one of the only survivors—as he swore vengeance under his breath.
"We are live at the scene of Kanto's tragic incident." A tall, slender woman with tanned skin and a blond bob flashed across the screen, a microphone held tightly in front of her solemn face. "This is Debra Dasher on the scene in the obliterated Viridian Forest. It has been two days since the fatal massacre currently named the Blood Feud, but there is still a search occurring on the premises. Pokémon Centers have been in constant pursuit of locating survivors, though it has been shown that thousands are already deceased. There have been reported to be about three survivors at the moment, but they are searching for more. We have only gained a little information, but we will try to get as much information as possible.
"An unknown Pokémon went on a lustful rampage just two days ago. During that rampage, squads from former-felons Team Rocket attempted to stop the beast, but many were lost in trying to do so. Not only were many lives lost, but apparently before the Pokémon left, he spared a warning to those that lived. Our question is what was this warning? What did it mean? We will return with more news on this tragic tale momentarily."
The television screen went blank. A tall boy with hair as dark as night and blue eyes as bright as the morning sky sat up in a stiff hospital bed. He winced and examined his body carefully, taking in the bandages that were wrapped firmly around several of his limbs, hugging his flesh. He felt weak and unbalanced, but his mind was all too clear, like a fog that had dispersed. His whole body was exposed to searing pain, but despite this, he yearned to stretch and relieve the tension that had built in his sore muscles. His bones (the ones that weren't broken) popped painfully once he did.
"Asher, good morning."
The boy looked up questionably to the voice and saw a tall man with long red hair and glasses that transparently covered his jade-green eyes. He wore a brown buttoned up jacket and long raggedy black pants that looked like they had been exposed to hard work. Although his smile appeared welcoming, it had no effect of pleasing Asher, who watched him both reverently and angrily, as if he was disappointed in this man but knew he shouldn't be.
"Where were you two days ago? You were supposed to be there, in the middle of the fight! Your Pokémon team would've been useful! You're one of the best in Team Rocket!" Asher spat. He coughed, showing he had overworked himself. His heart was racing as well, anger surging through the blood, into his hands that his fingers yearned to clench.
The man pushed his glasses up since they had begun to slide downward along his nose. "I wasn't aware of what was happening, and I had important business to attend to. You should think twice before talking to your commanding officer in such a rude manner. I am pleased, however, to say that you're still alive and operational. Everyone else is rather down, aren't they?" He chuckled at his little joke.
"Why are you joking about that? It's not funny! Lyla is dead! She's gone! And I saw it right before my eyes! Damn that Mewtwo! Damn it!" Asher continued to curse until the man stopped him by holding his hand outward. The room seemed to spin as Asher realized the hand's position was dangerously close to his bandaged neck.
"Enough," he growled, and pulled his hand back once Asher's lips went into a hard line. "Now instead of yelling or wasting your breath, maybe you should focus on resting. You have an interview with Poké News."
"An interview? About what?" Asher fumed. Just because he had to work under his commanding officer didn't mean he had to listen to him all the time. Why was he giving out orders anyway when he was trying to recover?
"About Mewtwo's warning. I'm going to tell you what to say and you're going to say it. Is that understood?" His gaze was piercing as it stabbed menacingly in Asher's direction.
"Why?" Asher narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Because it's beneficial to our cause. Understood?" The one-word question was rhetorical, but Asher proceeded to answering it anyway.
"Understood." He stared blankly across the room, unable to think or move. It was too painful to.
"Now when do you think you could do that interview?"
"Now." Asher slowly shifted himself to where the hospital blankets were off of him and his legs were pampered with cool air. He gritted his teeth, the pain too explicable and excruciating as it prickled from the inside and out.
"You're not fully healed," the man reminded him.
"I know, Solis, but I need to see something," Asher said with impatience, grunting as he slid toward the edge of the bed, being careful about his injuries.
"What do you need to see? Do you want to see Lyla?" Solis shook his head, pitying him. "Why must you torture yourself, Asher? A trainee cannot handle this kind of anguish. It's best if you forget about her."
"If the reporter is there right now then we may be able to interview her if we get there fast enough. I have to see if Mewtwo really did kill her. I just have one question." Asher was about to fold his hands, but the movement made him freeze, causing him to instantly regret moving in the first place. "If I do what you tell me to do, will we be able to catch Mewtwo?"
"Yes. We will." Solis's smile was reassuring, but there was something about the way his eyes glowed fiercely that made Asher become immediately suspicious.
"Fine. Then let's go."
It took time until Asher was roaming about, but with Solis's help he was successfully walking, though he couldn't help the pain that stabbed through him whenever he moved. They argued senselessly with one of the nurses to let him out for a bit, and when she finally gave in, they ambled out of the Pokémon Center. By the time they got to the scene, Asher's body felt like it had imploded with pain, and he was using any strength he had left to bar his pained screams. His commanding officer allowed him to sit on the ground and rest for a bit while he got a hold of Poké News.
Asher sat down carefully and painfully, trying not to stare at the dried blood smeared along the ash-covered ground. Most of the land was cleaner from when he had last seen it, but the haunting memories of that day cursed his mind and caused chills to flow like a river down his spine. His eyes closed and then scanned, searching for bodies or appearances that were familiar to him. He saw a few comrades he had worked with before lying peacefully on the ground. He was surprised he could even identify them because they were covered with soot, and it looked like before their death they had suffered severe injuries.
With a heartfelt glance, he peered away and noticed, with ripping anguish, that he sat in the same spot that he had been dragging himself on just two days ago. With high hopes, he searched the area in the best way he could, not caring for the pain, not caring that every time he moved his nerves would react sharply. He even began to walk, limping painfully in whichever direction he could. He got a pitying result.
No Lyla.
It was a strange thing indeed because he had seen Lyla that day, but suddenly he could not find her body, which means he couldn't clarify whether she was dead or alive. Had they already begun to gather bodies from the scene? Had they taken Lyla for her to be cremated or put in a coffin?
The only remaining thing left to do was talk to that reporter, and Asher knew exactly what he was going to say now.
Why would you do this to her, Mewtwo, when she was the one that saved you? When she risked herself to save you? Damn you for doing this to her! was the last thing that flooded his mind when he saw Solis and the reporter approaching him.
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Claimer: Asher, Solis, the Sealed One, the Realm, Lyla, and Debra Dasher the reporter are all mine. I made them up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of the Pokemon mentioned (ex: Mewtwo, Arceus, etc.). Pokemon belong to the ones that created it. Not me.
Feel free to critique, comment, etc.
This is just the beginning, and I know it was somewhat difficult to comprehend, but I promise everything will be understood in the rest of the story (; And, *sigh*, yes, I know. Some of the sentences written were quite bad. I'm going to have to work on my description :/ And prepare yourself because the next chapter is going to switch to 1st POV! BUM BUM BUM! Yes, I know. You're not supposed to switch from different POV's, but this is like...the 1st time and most likely last time. *holds up right hand* Scout's honor. I will, however, switch to 3rd POV occasionally. But then it'll switch automatically back.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading! Chapter 1 coming soon! IN 1st POV! Remember that!
BLAH for drama. xP
Okay, first off, this fanfic is rated, currently, PG-13 for violence and occasional swearing. It's a little hard to explain what this fic is about and in which general direction it's heading for. The first couple of chapters will be just the start, as it usually is. This is an action/adventure fanfic with a few genres to add in (like drama, comedy, etc.). Mainly it's action/adventure.
Note: This fanfic was posted on a different website, but now I'm starting to post it in lotsa places ;)
Also, this is going to be a long fic with long chapters. This is just a warning to you now.
Brief summary:
A tragedy, now known as the Blood Feud, ruined the lives of thousands of people. Because of this event, caused by the vengeful Pokémon Mewtwo, Team Rocket is considered heroes because of their bravery in the battle. However, one year later, a girl named Hayley Jace—along with former Rocket, Asher Helmcruft—discovers who Team Rocket really is and what their plans are. Now the world is in grave danger and so are the Legendaries that roam it. They will have to go on a journey like no other to protect the world, the Legendaries, a mysterious rebelling team, mysterious accessories known as Plates, and all of these things which lead up to one astonishing truth and the key that answers it all: the Realm. The hunt has begun.
Below is the Pronunciation Guide
Spoiler:
[SIZE=+2]PM List:[/SIZE]
Okay, before you look at the miniature chapter list in disbelief, I must say that I've only planned up to six chapters so far. The fanfic is going to be extremely long, and I hope you trust me when I say that. I already have everything planned out. I just have to sort everything into each chapter, type the rest of the chapters and post them. There's going to be a lot of chapters :/ A lot. Thankfully, however, I've already got all the details planned out and written down. Well, not the descriptions, but the twists and the plot and everything like that. I'm going to sort the plans out into the chapters, name the chapters, and then I'll begin typing each of them and actually give it description and content. When I write some more chapters, then I'll post the progress. I'm waiting for reactions to this prologue, however, before I post the first chapter. I estimate that, for this fanfic (and Book 1 to a possible series), that this will have at least...umm...30 chapters. It's an estimate for now. There could be less or more, but I'm thinking at least 30.
Main details:
[SIZE=+2]Genre: ADVENTURE/ACTION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]Updates: Several chapters still being planned. Up to five chapters completed! This is just the prologue, but more will be posted once a few reviews are received ;3[/SIZE]
Chapter list:
Prologue (continue scrolling, located in post) (Status: complete)
Chapter 1: Another Tragedy (Status: complete)
Chapter 2: The Great Capture (Status: complete)
Chapter 3: The Great Escape (Status: complete)
Chapter 4: The Meeting (Status: complete)
Chapter 5: Two New Towns Lead to a Rescue (Status: complete)
Chapter 6: Another Meeting (Status: in progress)
Chapter 7 (Status: being planned)
Chapter 8 (Status: being planned)
Chapter 9 (Status: being planned)
Chapter 10 (Status: being planned)
*The Hunted Realm*
Prologue
Not much was known about the Realm. Countless leaders and scientists had attempted to gain access to its forbidden entrance, but none have succeeded. Some said it was the sleeping place to the almighty Arceus. Others said it was merely just a fantasy, a legend that was born from Pokémon obsessions. Those who spoke of the legend as if it was unreal were mistaken.
The Realm was real. The Pokémon that resided in it were realer.
The clouds bloomed beds that contained the same substances used to make their plump, cottony appearance. Resting in these light beds was a majestic deer, surfaced with a milky white texture. Unlike a deer, this creature was not fragile or timid; he possessed the potential to be a God. At the ends of his long, thin legs were yellow nails, jutting out from where feet would usually be. It stood determinedly on all fours with a face that looked more like a helmet, a jagged horn merging from the features and pointing backward. Around its stomach area was a gleaming golden crest that acted more as a convening belt, piecing the halves of its body together with a firm clasp.
The godly Pokémon gazed down at the universe he had created, seeing the Pokémon world light up before his eyes, standing out from the rest of his creations. He knew that disaster was about to strike since this was his world after all, but that seemed of no concern to him at the moment. The Pokémon knew the people that roamed the land would recover from the oncoming tragedy.
What really concerned the Pokémon was the group behind it, plotting the world's downfall. He had not faltered in creating the world and the Pokémon that helped make it, but why would someone even consider betraying him in this way? Why would anyone be willing to capture him—the unreachable, untouchable Pokémon—to obtain what they wanted most?
He couldn't help but pity the humans. Most were innocent, but malice lingered cruelly in the others' hearts. He could only stand by and watch the world fall into its demise.
Why did they seek the Sealed One? Why were they aiming to awaken his long forgotten brother?
The wise Pokémon knew this much: if the Sealed One was awakened, it would be the end of the world.
The Pokémon leaned back and watched the tragedy that had just begun, tearing his thoughts temporarily away from the disturbing one known as the Sealed One. What he saw made his heart ache.
[-*****-]
Ash—appraised and created by the intensely burning flames—acted as a replacement for the eradicated soil, blanketing the smoldered grass in numerous piles of soot. Trees, overpowered by the forceful, uncharacteristically powerful hands of the wind, had no choice but to leap into the air after their roots were plunged and plucked from beneath them, forever torn. The sky was no longer visible due to the shield of smoke stretched over its momentous blue shade and the large glowing lantern known as the sun. A noise—thundering in volume, sleek in quality—impaired the polluted air, protruding a cornflower blue aura after its dizzying roar had reached all ears.
Beings with strong limbs and tight black uniforms scrambled through the smoke that had encircled over the damaged ground. Some carried machinery, which they spoke into with fear and anxiety, as if they knew that the end was near, that they weren't going to live and desperately hoped someone would reach out to assist them. Others held weapons, ones that were constantly shot toward the sky, hoping to strike its desired target. A colossal roar filtered from nearby, almost as if it was warning them; the uniformed humans spoke faster into their machinery, urgency flaking off their terrified tones.
A genderless being—definitely not human—dove through the smoke, causing it to evaporate upon making contact. Its body was sleek and strong, dowsed with milky lavender. It looked oddly like a feline—a cat with no nose, a cat with the ability to stand on two legs instead of four. Once really looking at this being, however, you would say it bears more resemblance to a human. Its eyes were usually a mesmerizing shade of purple, though at the moment it sparked fiery red, glowing with rage, icy and cruel in substance. This being—this Pokémon—would spare no mercy.
"Lyla!" A boy dragged his body along the ground pathetically.
The Pokémon's attention quirked after hearing the deep cry of the frantic male human calling out urgently to their loved one. The confused and enraged feelings catapulting through the Pokémon felt essential to it, almost like the feelings were its blood, but it knew what it was doing was wrong. Horribly wrong. So why did the Pokémon continue?
"Lyla!" The boy crawling along the ground, face tainted by char and stains of red, cried out yet again.
The Pokémon turned wistfully and slowly, as if to add more tension to the already tense atmosphere. A pit of regret settled into its chest, but as soon as it saw the boy garbed in black—a color of evil in the Pokémon's eyes, the color his enemies would wear— all of that regret faded, as if it hadn't even been there. The Pokémon saw who the boy was reaching toward, a girl who could barely move, her body looking like it had been painted in crimson blood. She, too, had a black uniform, though most of it was torn.
Rage consumed the Pokémon's mind. He held out his hand awkwardly, dangling it. The girl's body was abruptly covered in blue, an aura gifted from the psychic Pokémon. Then she screamed, revealing that the aura was crushing her, crunching against her brittle flesh, which was already plastered almost entirely with blood.
"NO! LYLA!" The boy reached out with his remaining strength, constantly wailing for the survival of the girl, begging the Pokémon to stop.
When the girl went completely limp from her hopeless struggles, the aura vanished, exhausted from its victory, but the Pokémon lingered, hovering in midair, seemingly larger up-close.
"I have dealt with you humans long enough!" The Pokémon screeched in a male human voice, yet its lips did not move. "Heed this warning or perish in ignorance: bring me infinite power or surrender thou treasures."
With its final words, it vanished, leaving the area stirring with bitterness and sorrow, most of which coming from the boy—one of the only survivors—as he swore vengeance under his breath.
[-*****-]
"We are live at the scene of Kanto's tragic incident." A tall, slender woman with tanned skin and a blond bob flashed across the screen, a microphone held tightly in front of her solemn face. "This is Debra Dasher on the scene in the obliterated Viridian Forest. It has been two days since the fatal massacre currently named the Blood Feud, but there is still a search occurring on the premises. Pokémon Centers have been in constant pursuit of locating survivors, though it has been shown that thousands are already deceased. There have been reported to be about three survivors at the moment, but they are searching for more. We have only gained a little information, but we will try to get as much information as possible.
"An unknown Pokémon went on a lustful rampage just two days ago. During that rampage, squads from former-felons Team Rocket attempted to stop the beast, but many were lost in trying to do so. Not only were many lives lost, but apparently before the Pokémon left, he spared a warning to those that lived. Our question is what was this warning? What did it mean? We will return with more news on this tragic tale momentarily."
The television screen went blank. A tall boy with hair as dark as night and blue eyes as bright as the morning sky sat up in a stiff hospital bed. He winced and examined his body carefully, taking in the bandages that were wrapped firmly around several of his limbs, hugging his flesh. He felt weak and unbalanced, but his mind was all too clear, like a fog that had dispersed. His whole body was exposed to searing pain, but despite this, he yearned to stretch and relieve the tension that had built in his sore muscles. His bones (the ones that weren't broken) popped painfully once he did.
"Asher, good morning."
The boy looked up questionably to the voice and saw a tall man with long red hair and glasses that transparently covered his jade-green eyes. He wore a brown buttoned up jacket and long raggedy black pants that looked like they had been exposed to hard work. Although his smile appeared welcoming, it had no effect of pleasing Asher, who watched him both reverently and angrily, as if he was disappointed in this man but knew he shouldn't be.
"Where were you two days ago? You were supposed to be there, in the middle of the fight! Your Pokémon team would've been useful! You're one of the best in Team Rocket!" Asher spat. He coughed, showing he had overworked himself. His heart was racing as well, anger surging through the blood, into his hands that his fingers yearned to clench.
The man pushed his glasses up since they had begun to slide downward along his nose. "I wasn't aware of what was happening, and I had important business to attend to. You should think twice before talking to your commanding officer in such a rude manner. I am pleased, however, to say that you're still alive and operational. Everyone else is rather down, aren't they?" He chuckled at his little joke.
"Why are you joking about that? It's not funny! Lyla is dead! She's gone! And I saw it right before my eyes! Damn that Mewtwo! Damn it!" Asher continued to curse until the man stopped him by holding his hand outward. The room seemed to spin as Asher realized the hand's position was dangerously close to his bandaged neck.
"Enough," he growled, and pulled his hand back once Asher's lips went into a hard line. "Now instead of yelling or wasting your breath, maybe you should focus on resting. You have an interview with Poké News."
"An interview? About what?" Asher fumed. Just because he had to work under his commanding officer didn't mean he had to listen to him all the time. Why was he giving out orders anyway when he was trying to recover?
"About Mewtwo's warning. I'm going to tell you what to say and you're going to say it. Is that understood?" His gaze was piercing as it stabbed menacingly in Asher's direction.
"Why?" Asher narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Because it's beneficial to our cause. Understood?" The one-word question was rhetorical, but Asher proceeded to answering it anyway.
"Understood." He stared blankly across the room, unable to think or move. It was too painful to.
"Now when do you think you could do that interview?"
"Now." Asher slowly shifted himself to where the hospital blankets were off of him and his legs were pampered with cool air. He gritted his teeth, the pain too explicable and excruciating as it prickled from the inside and out.
"You're not fully healed," the man reminded him.
"I know, Solis, but I need to see something," Asher said with impatience, grunting as he slid toward the edge of the bed, being careful about his injuries.
"What do you need to see? Do you want to see Lyla?" Solis shook his head, pitying him. "Why must you torture yourself, Asher? A trainee cannot handle this kind of anguish. It's best if you forget about her."
"If the reporter is there right now then we may be able to interview her if we get there fast enough. I have to see if Mewtwo really did kill her. I just have one question." Asher was about to fold his hands, but the movement made him freeze, causing him to instantly regret moving in the first place. "If I do what you tell me to do, will we be able to catch Mewtwo?"
"Yes. We will." Solis's smile was reassuring, but there was something about the way his eyes glowed fiercely that made Asher become immediately suspicious.
"Fine. Then let's go."
It took time until Asher was roaming about, but with Solis's help he was successfully walking, though he couldn't help the pain that stabbed through him whenever he moved. They argued senselessly with one of the nurses to let him out for a bit, and when she finally gave in, they ambled out of the Pokémon Center. By the time they got to the scene, Asher's body felt like it had imploded with pain, and he was using any strength he had left to bar his pained screams. His commanding officer allowed him to sit on the ground and rest for a bit while he got a hold of Poké News.
Asher sat down carefully and painfully, trying not to stare at the dried blood smeared along the ash-covered ground. Most of the land was cleaner from when he had last seen it, but the haunting memories of that day cursed his mind and caused chills to flow like a river down his spine. His eyes closed and then scanned, searching for bodies or appearances that were familiar to him. He saw a few comrades he had worked with before lying peacefully on the ground. He was surprised he could even identify them because they were covered with soot, and it looked like before their death they had suffered severe injuries.
With a heartfelt glance, he peered away and noticed, with ripping anguish, that he sat in the same spot that he had been dragging himself on just two days ago. With high hopes, he searched the area in the best way he could, not caring for the pain, not caring that every time he moved his nerves would react sharply. He even began to walk, limping painfully in whichever direction he could. He got a pitying result.
No Lyla.
It was a strange thing indeed because he had seen Lyla that day, but suddenly he could not find her body, which means he couldn't clarify whether she was dead or alive. Had they already begun to gather bodies from the scene? Had they taken Lyla for her to be cremated or put in a coffin?
The only remaining thing left to do was talk to that reporter, and Asher knew exactly what he was going to say now.
Why would you do this to her, Mewtwo, when she was the one that saved you? When she risked herself to save you? Damn you for doing this to her! was the last thing that flooded his mind when he saw Solis and the reporter approaching him.
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Claimer: Asher, Solis, the Sealed One, the Realm, Lyla, and Debra Dasher the reporter are all mine. I made them up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of the Pokemon mentioned (ex: Mewtwo, Arceus, etc.). Pokemon belong to the ones that created it. Not me.
Feel free to critique, comment, etc.
This is just the beginning, and I know it was somewhat difficult to comprehend, but I promise everything will be understood in the rest of the story (; And, *sigh*, yes, I know. Some of the sentences written were quite bad. I'm going to have to work on my description :/ And prepare yourself because the next chapter is going to switch to 1st POV! BUM BUM BUM! Yes, I know. You're not supposed to switch from different POV's, but this is like...the 1st time and most likely last time. *holds up right hand* Scout's honor. I will, however, switch to 3rd POV occasionally. But then it'll switch automatically back.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading! Chapter 1 coming soon! IN 1st POV! Remember that!
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