Conspiracy (Possibly PG-13)

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This is the first fic I've posted... anywhere. I hope people like it. I'm rating this PG-13 because there'll most likely be some scenes later on that won't be child-friendly. I'll accept constructive-criticism but anyone who goes farther than that will be ignored.

I'm going to post the Prologue and Chapter 1 together, because I don't feel like posting them seperately.

Prologue…
Sun beat down on the head of a young man. He had brilliant blonde hair that reached down to mid neck. Combined with his dark blue eyes he appeared to be a very normal man, his clothes would signify otherwise. He wore black jeans and a black, armor-like coat with ridges running along the length of the arms. Red leather gloves covered his hands and a red cloth obscured his distinctive facial features from view.

Next to him, another man stood erect like a scarecrow. He had orange hair and emerald green eyes that contrasted against his partner nicely. He wore nearly the exact same clothes as his friend but with a distinct difference, the red leather gloves were replaced with purple ones and the same was true of the cloth covering their faces.

Their names were Primair and Seco, in that order.

Primair scanned the battlefield. Three trainers, dead. He grinned and turned to Seco. “The trainers thought they posed a threat to us.” He said it as if for clarification. Seco nodded slowly and continued to look through a pair of binoculars.

“They had only a few pokemon,” Seco said. He didn’t like it when Primair acted like he just had. He made it sound like killing was okay.

“That’s exactly my point, why did the big wigs at the government send these losers?” Seco sighed and shook his head. Sometimes his partner and friend could be very thickheaded.

“The government is scoping out our strengths and weaknesses. Didn’t you notice the Pidgey overhead? The one that kept circling above us?” Seco paused a moment and took the binoculars down from his face. “They want to eliminate you and me, the elite of Team Phoenix… so that we’ll never rise again.” Seco concluded his speech with an angry look at Primair, “that’s why we shouldn’t have killed the poor little fools. We could’ve let them be and the government would never even know what we looked like. Now our faces will be everywhere. "Oi!” Seco hopped of the small hill and onto a small mound of grass.

The two men were at the secluded water spot in the Cankine Desert, Cankine Oasis. They’d been checking over the defensive systems for Team Phoenix’s Desert hideout. All had seemed fine until they’d come across three trainers. The battle had gone swiftly and the Trainers were dead. Plain and simple.

“Yeah, there was minor setback… no we took care of it… apart from that everything seems fine.” Seco closed his cell phone and nodded to Primair. They were all set to head back to Pfenix Mountain…



“Mr. President… they’re my elite!” The tiny man said over the small telephone in his office.

“I understand that Shin but they’re a threat to everything I’ve worked for. If you accidentally reveal anything to them about what their missions are really about,” The President paused to catch his breath. “Then everything goes up in smoke. Hire two more Executives, ones you can trust with this information.”

“But really… kill them?” Shin said quietly. He understood the reasoning behind it all, he wanted confirmation.

“Yes, your Team Phoenix will profit from it, you just can’t see it yet…”

“Very well… kill them… but if I may ask, how will you go about doing it?”

“We have two Murkrow that will take care for them for us.”

Shin couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Did the President actually think that two Murkrow could take out his two Executives? “Fifty Murkrows wouldn’t be able to handle a job like that! It would take thousands!” The line was dead; Shin slumped back into his chair and sighed. There was something very wrong.



Chapter 1
The Murkrows…
(The Follwoing Takes Place Between 2:33pm and 2:51pm)

Seco yawned as he walked down the tiny path leading out of the oasis. There motorcycles were parked in some underbrush at the end of the path. He was all too ready to get home and take a nap.

Primair was satisfied as ever. What could be better than winning and crushing few people at the same time? Nothing that’s what! “They didn’t even lay a scratch on us!”

“Will you shut up already? It was a stupid idea to go and kill them!” Seco didn’t care as much about the trainers as he did the pokemon that were now trapped in their pokeballs, never to be released again.

A piercing cry filled the air, Seco recognized it immediately. “There are Murkrow around here? They prefer cold, damp climates…” Seco stopped and looked around. Where had the cry come from? Seco grabbed a pokeball from his waist pocket and threw it to the ground, releasing the pokemon from inside.

Jitter came out and stretched her wings gracefully. “I-i-mise” she cooed as she buzzed around Seco’s head.

“Jitter, I heard Murkrow calls. Can you look for them for me? When you find them come back to me.” Jitter took off with a final affectionate buzz in Seco’s direction. Seco nodded to Primair who released his Masquerain, Mask.

Primair issued the same command and Mask flew off in the same direction of Jitter. “Let’s get to our bikes, quickly.”

They didn’t get the chance to reach their bikes; two Murkrow swooped down towards them, as if out of nowhere. The first gave Primair a significant gash and the wrist, the second one missed. It was aiming for his face.

Seco produced another pokeball and his second pokemon appeared in the battle scene. “Go Kappa! Wet down their wings with a jet of water!” Kappa looked around, yawning, Seco’s pet peeve. “Kappa now—“ Seco ducked out of the way of an incoming Murkrow and at possibly the best moment possible, Kappa emitted a large stream of liquid, dousing the Murkrow’s wings.

Primair copied his partner by releasing a second pokemon from its containment. Primair’s Electabuzz, Beast emerged from the ball in a blast of red energy. Beast sent a surge of electricity from his antennae, into the air. Kappa looked off into Beast’s direction and grinned.

The first Murkrow hesitated once it saw the Electabuzz. Many a Murkrow had been eaten by Electabuzz on different occasions and he didn’t like the thought of going through the creature’s digestive track. It considered a moment then screeched as it sent a whirlwind of energy towards Kappa, catching him off guard.

Beast roared and whipped up a Zap Cannon attack. The attack launched, moving at an impressive rate, killing the Murkrow instantly. Now only one Murkrow remained. It was struggling on the ground and Kappa took care of it quickly with a large swipe of his claws.

An eerie silence fell over the small group. Kappa and Beast exchanged looks of confusion; neither of them knew what exactly had happened or why they were called out.

“Beast, send a thunderbolt into the air to alert Mask and Jitter to come back, we should get out of here.” Seco nodded in agreement with Primair’s plan, something was wrong with the scene.

“What do we do with the Murkrow bodies, we can’t just leave them dead, and it’ll look suspicious.”

“Beast can have them… that’s just natural,” Primair said, almost to himself.

Jitter and Mask returned some time later. Jitter cuddled her trainer before he pressed the pokeball to her body. She vanished in an instant, followed by Kappa. Time seemed to stand still as they evacuated the oasis.

 

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Chapter 2
The President
(The Following Takes Place Between 2:52pm and 3:05pm)
Shin tapped his foot, stealing a look at the phone on his desk every few seconds. He could see sweat stains on his expensive pinstripe suit. With every passing moment the more he wanted to get home so he could take a shower, he’d been in his office for nearly 24 hours without any other human contact. The cold hearted president was his only means of communication.

His fingers twitched, he knew that any minute the phone would ring and the President would tell him that his two executives had been killed. He hoped that they would escape the danger; he hoped they would arrive at Pfenix Mountain and he could hide them away, away from the government. They were like family to him.

As he predicted, the phone rang, the quiet that had settled over his tiny office was shattered instantly. He picked up the receiver and placed it next to his ear. “H-hello?” He said, as officially as possible.

“Shin!” The President yelled. “You warned them! They evaded my Murkrow, they must have had help!”

“What?” Shin whispered over the phone. The way the president had spoken to him earlier he would have bet money the two of them would be dead now. “I thought you said… the Murkrow would take care of them?” He gulped in some air.

“They should have been taken care of. My Murkrow were… talented pokemon.”

“Sir, I tried to tell you, two Murkrow wouldn’t be able to handle a job like that…” He knew it; two of those damn bird pokemon wouldn’t be able to do it.

“You needn’t worry Shin, although my Murkrow are dead, they’ll still kill your executives. Regardless of whether you warn them or not. In fact… it is too late by now… it should be by now…” Shin frowned. What did the man mean? Was this a cryptic clue, depicting their deaths?

“How do you mean?” He asked quietly into the receiver, trying to maintain himself from shouting.

“There’s no harm in telling you now is there…?” Shin groaned. He didn’t know if the president was talking to him or himself. “My Murkrow have been injected with a serum, developed by my scientists in a lab. This serum, labeled AX324, or more appropriately Werevirus X. An ingenious little invention of ours…”

Werevirus? “What about this-- Werevirus? What does it do?”

“This virus is formulated to be much like a common cold virus. To a pokemon, it won’t have any adverse reactions; it may develop a slight cough, simple no?”

“That doesn’t explain how you plan to kill my operatives.” Shin replied with an overwhelming feeling of angst within him. He knew it couldn’t be that simple, no matter what the president said.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Shin could almost see the President smiling on the other end of the line. “The virus spreads through the air, also much like a cold, from pokemon to pokemon to human. But the virus likes humans much more than it does pokemon, which is why it passes so quickly, from human to pokemon.

It’s a slow acting virus. It doesn’t affect humans for about a day after they’ve caught it, but when it strikes, the victim knows it, and they can feel it inside their bodies, taking over. Now once the initial reaction takes place, one of two things will happen to whoever is infected. If the virus likes the taste of the particular victim it will manipulate the victim’s DNA to become that of the original host pokemon, in this case Murkrow. But if it doesn’t like the new host it will simply attach itself to a vital organ—such as the heart or the lungs—and trigger a chain reaction. Leaving the victim dead.”

Shin listened; growing more and more mortified, the more the president told him. If what he said was true, Primair and Seco were inevitably dead for sure.

“That’s inhumane!” Shin yelled as the President concluded. “What would happen if this virus were to spread to other pokemon, to other people!?”

“You needn’t worry yourself Shin. We have the counter vaccine, there will be no problem.”

“Why are you doing this!?”

“Shin, we are partners in this endeavor. Don’t ruin what I’ve worked so hard towards. Primair and Seco need to die, for the good of our Government and your Team Phoenix.”

Shin slammed down the phone and cursed. He tore some skin from his lower lip and dialed seven numbers on his phone. Be lifted the receiver up to his bleeding lip and waited for Seco to answer. They needed to be warned. But he couldn’t hear a dial tone, his phone was dead.

“Dammit…” he knew he couldn’t tell a soul about what he was conspiring. If he did, he would surely be arrested by the President himself. He felt like a tiny little mouse cornered by a ferocious lion, with no mouse hole to dive into.



As Primair and Seco continued on their journey towards Pfenix Mountain they had no inclination that the deadly virus was slowly reproducing, slowly, inside their bodies.

 

[The Great Butler]

Oooh, a government conspiring with what appears to be an evil team? I like it!

This one I'll be watching with much interest.

 

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Mucho Gracias (I think I spelt that correctly...) Team Phoenix is actually more of a Neutral organization. They were created for the sole purpose of guiding civilization through time. The full glory of it will be revealed later however, that's actually pretty meaningless information in regards to the overall plot. It may be important in a sub-plot. Who knows?

 

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Chapter 3
The Virus
(The Following Takes Place Between 3:13pm and 3:36pm)
Seco blinked dust out of his eyes. He and Primair were driving at least 80 miles an hour along the road, and considering it was a Desert region, the dust didn’t surprise him.

The incident with the Murkrow unnerved him. Murkrow weren’t natural to this part of the continent. They lived solely in colder, damper climates. There was no chance they would be found in the warm, dry climate of the desert. Or even the oasis.

Pfenix Mountain was about an hour down the road so he had quite a bit of time to ponder the situation. He may not even have to report the incident at all, why would Shin need to know. What with the project he’d been working on so secretively on, he didn’t need to worry about such minor flaws in the desert.

For nearly a month Shin had been cramped up in his office nearly 24/7. Neither Primair nor Seco remembered seeing him in the employee training gym which was normally one of his favorite spots to exercise with his beloved pokemon. For a moment Seco wondered if any of the odd occurrences that had been happening lately were connected, somehow. But the moment he thought it, he rejected it. Team Phoenix had always been about protecting the human and pokemon race, guiding them through time.

Seco’s eyes shifted when he saw Primair waving his hand at him. He turned his head and realized Primair wanted him to pull over, to stop. Seco nodded and killed the engine, jumping off the bike with his coat-tails in the air. He landed on the soft desert sand and waited for Primair to join him.

Primair was at his side in a matter of seconds and Seco questioned him. “What, why do we need to stop?” Primair’s normally eager expression was now cold and dark.

“Something’s wrong.” He said quietly and Seco frowned. “Sunspot tells me there’s something wrong with my body.” Primair and Sunspot, his Solrock, had been training together for years. They shared an everlasting mental bond that allowed them to speak to one another at any time, even while Solrock is dormant in its Pokeball.

Seco’s eyebrow raised and he folded his arms. “Like what?”

“It’s a virus.” Primair said flatly.

“What kind of virus, the flu?” Seco tried not to laugh.

“Sunspot says it has an odd composition, like it’s not a real virus.”

“Not a real virus?” Seco’s eyes grew misty and he furrowed his brow. Could his theory be… correct?



The President strolled into the main lab of the research center. He glared past every worker there who simply averted their eyes, not wishing to make eye contact with the terrifying man. He had stunning black hair that, when in contrast with his dark grey eyes, added to his menace. His broad shoulders and thick arms didn’t lessen his beast like features and the dark frown on his lips only contributed.

He took long, bold steps towards the control station at the heart of the lab. A station headed by a man by the name of Dr. Hiarmos. Hiarmos was a thin man with dark purple hair. He constantly wore thick black glasses that covered his eyes. No one, not even his family knew the true color of his eyes.

“Mr. President!” Hiarmos stuttered as he hastily tried to clean up a few stray papers on his desk. He straightened his glasses and stood up. “Something I can help you with?”

“I need the absolute specifics on AX324. I told Shin that load of crap you came up with, now tell me exactly what it does.” The President slammed his fists down on the desk, in an unneeded aggressiveness.

Hiarmos smiled and sat down at his rather large desk. He typed a few words on his computer and pulled up a file. He glanced at it quickly and turned back to face the man before him. “As you wish,” he cleared his throat and tensed his shoulders.

“Werevirus X is not an actual virus. You’ve heard of the pokemon species Porygon and Porygon2?” The President nodded and waited. “They were created long ago by Japanese pokemon researchers. That’s not the point. These pokemon were both created. Werevirus X is not a virus, it’s a microscopic pokemon.” Hiarmos smiled and licked his lips. The President frowned.

“Werevirus X has a mind of its own, much like a pokemon. It is able to comprehend a situation and problem solve, not quite as fast as humans of course, but it can problem solve none the less. It feeds on bacteria inside another living thing’s body until it is too enlarged to move through the bloodstream. Once it cannot move anymore it triggers a malfunction in the brain of the creature it fed upon. This malfunction causes the host to lose all will to think for itself. It becomes an obedient slave to whoever is talking to it.

“I created this pokemon for its practical use as a truth serum, but it can serve many more uses than that. I just covered the basic information with you; I can give you the full specifics… here.” Hiarmos handed a large folder full of papers to the President. “Go crazy with it, I’ve memorized it all anyway.”

“Than why did you need to pull the window up if you had it memorized?”

“I hadn’t read the full information yet. I’ve only just memorized it. I have photographic memory you know.”

“I don’t believe in that crap.”



What do you guys think? Good, bad? I'd like some reviews.

 

[The Great Butler]

You have a great plot going.

The only thing that kind of snags me up is the description of the exact times the events happen. It seems a little unnecessary to me.

 

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It will actually become more important as the plot continues. It's there right now for the sake of consistancy. I'm glad you like the plot however.

 

[The Great Butler]

It will actually become more important as the plot continues. It's there right now for the sake of consistancy. I'm glad you like the plot however.

Aha, now that I take a closer look (and read your post) I understand it a lot better.

Keep it up---you have a winning formula on your hands.

 

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Chapter 4
The Persian Man
(The Following Takes Place Between 4:18pm and 4:33pm)

Over the next hour or so Seco and Primair tried to figure out what to do. They both knew that by now, it was too late to attempt to continue on their trek towards Pfenix Mountain.

Both Primair and Seco had their pokemon teams out beside them. Sunspot floated in between the two of them with its eyes closed tight. A faint orange glow had enveloped the pokemon as it fully concentrated on the virus inside them.

Seco glanced over at his small group of pokemon. Jitter was hovering jubilantly above the rest of the pokemon, humming to herself. Kappa sat on the ground, in sort of a dazed mood. He was really grumpy all the time outside of battle. He hadn’t been like that when he was a Lotad. He’d been so full of energy back then.

His final pokemon, Slug the Magcargo, was sleeping. The large pokemon was almost always asleep now. Slug was very old and it wasn’t too surprising. Seco almost laughed. Jitter seemed to be the only pokemon that added life to his team.

After another minute passed Sunspot opened his eyes and the dim glow extinguished. An eerie voice filled Seco’s mind, the voice of Sunspot.

“There is in fact something wrong with the two of you. But it is not a virus. It is a pokemon. There are thousands of tiny pokemon inside of you, absorbing bacterium inside your bloodstream. But they don’t appear to be causing any real damage.” Sunspot’s head bobbed in the air a few times as he floated off to join his fellow pokemon.

Seco turned to Primair who had an abnormally confused look on his face. “A pokemon that feeds on… bacteria?” He blinked a few times and shook his head. “It doesn’t make sense… how did we ‘catch’ the pokemon?”

Seco was wondering the same thing. In his mind, there were really only two possible answers. Either the pokemon had been inside their bodies for a very long time or it was the Murkrow. Could this have been the reason for their strange appearance?

Wind ruffled his dark orange hair. He felt like there was something amiss in the area. He felt eyes on him, as if someone were watching him from an unseen spot.

And even as he looked about himself he heard a soft purring. He looked around and saw two dark, yellow eyes glaring up at him. At first glance the eyes seemed to be solitary, with no body to speak of. But as he looked closer he saw the eyes belonged to not a man, nor a beast. They belonged to a crouching pokemorph, camouflaged by its creamy skin.

Once more, a long, drawn out purr came from the creature. It stood up, in one elegant motion to reveal that it was in fact a pokemorph. A Persian pokemorph.

Saying that’s his features—as it was indeed a he—were elegant would be a tremendous understatement. He had long, thin arms and legs with hands attached to the arms, and paws on the legs. He had two large, ears that protruded from his long black hair. His whiskered face depicted a sad individual.

He had no clothes to speak of and apparently, the only covering he needed was the soft fur that coated every inch of his skin.

Seco didn’t quite know what to say. To his knowledge that last pokemorph had been killed, years ago. To suddenly see one standing right before him was astonishing.

Seco had no idea if Primair was seeing what he was seeing. If he was, he must’ve surely been just as stunned as he.

An anxious silence engulfed the small troupe and finally, it was the Persian to speak. “Is there a good reason why you are here?” The man’s tone was cold and harsh. “Because if there isn’t there is nothing to stop me from slitting your throats and having myself a snack.” A long claw extended from his finger.

Seco, a little too quickly, blurt out, “I thought you were all dead!”

The claws on the rest of his fingers protruded from his fingertips, he licked his lips. “Not quite.”

“No!” Primair said firmly. He was surprised his pokemon hadn’t jumped in to save them. Were they as afraid of the man as he was?

The creature turned his gaze towards Primair and lowered his hand from Seco’s face. “No, what?”

“Don’t hurt him… just answer me a few questions… any you can have me instead.” Seco realized instantly what he was trying to accomplish. A little extra time wouldn’t hurt either of them. “Please.”

The creature seemed to consider and smiled an approval.

Primair inhaled a few breaths of air. “What’s your name?”

The Persian seemed to consider a moment before answering. “I do not have a name anymore. Names are for humans.” He already seemed bored with the game. Not a good sign.

“What was your name when you were human?”

“Anton.”

Primair waited a second, thinking of a question. “Are you all alone out here?”

“Yes.”

“You have no family?”

“No.”

Seco recognized a good time to move. He began to inch his way towards his pokemon.

“Why are you out here, along, without a family?”

This question seemed to stump Anton. He frowned and turned his head away from Seco and Primair. “For the very reason no one else is out here. People hate pokemorphs… did you not know that?” Anton retained some sarcasm at the end.

“That’s discrimination and not all people are cruel. We even cured a few pokemorphs back at our labora—“ He cut off and shut his mouth.

Anton’s face grew sullen. He licked his lips. “There is no cure for me… I hope you got what you wanted out of that conversation.” Anton moved closer to Primair with his hand held high.

“Move any closer and you’ll regret it.” Seco said. Anton turned his head and saw Seco, standing next to Slug. The large pokemon had steam pouring from its back and its lava like skin was boiling. “Come with us Anton… the people at Pfenix Mountain don’t judge. We help.”

 

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Chapter 5
The Trainer in the Dunes
(The Following Takes Place Between 5:02pm and 5:43pm)
The President bit his lip. He was faced with a problem.

The Executives, Primair and Seco were in the middle of the desert. They were useless to him out there. In almost exactly 21 hours they would be unable to think for themselves and inevitably die. They were worth more than death to him.

He pressed down a button on his desk and cleared a droplet of sweat from his forehead. “Do we have anyone placed in the Cankine Region?” His voice was rushed, exhausted.

“Yes Mr. President we have… one operative placed in the area. A level 2 Field Agent. He’s currently tracking down project 053HU.” The President held back a sigh of relief.

“I want him to locate the two Phoenix Executives and detain them. I’ll join him soon.”

“Yes sir.”

The president hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. Things were slowly taking shape. All he needed to do was provide the correct mold.



(5:16)
With a bit of work, Seco, Primair and Anton had made a small sleeping space out of their clothes. Although it would normally be very early in the evening, the desert grew very cold and it was difficult to stay awake in the heavy winds.

Slug rested at the center of the group, heating them up, as best he could. The other pokemon formed a small circle around the three men. Seco was just about to close his eyes when he heard the sound of a pokeball being opened.

He knew for a fact that all their pokemon were released so it was impossible for another pokeball to discharge, unless—

“Venemoth, Whirlwind!” Seco looked up in time to see a young boy, a large Venemoth next to him.

A gust of wind engulfed everyone around, all their pokemon were blown away leaving Seco, Primair and Anton, alone. Seco looked down to the ground and found their clothes gone. He turned his head to face the boy.

“Who are you?” Seco yelled as he moved forward. He noticed the angry expression on his face.

The boy paid him little mind and pointed his finger at Anton. “Venemoth, Disable project 053HU!” Venemoth nodded and flew in front of his trainer. A yellow light appeared as the pokemon flapped his giant wings.

Anton growled and flashed his claws. He hissed once and slinked past the glowing ball of energy. He jumped onto all four hands and charged towards the bug pokemon.

Meanwhile Primair dove towards the small team of six. “Go Mask, help Anton whatever way you can.” Mask nodded and flapped his wings twice, hurling itself into battle.

Anton leaped onto the Venemoth, forcing it to the ground. He swiped at the abdomen of the pokemon and it quickly died. The trainer was unprotected.

No sooner had his Venemoth died; a new pokemon was on the field. A Machamp.

Mask hovered in front of the tremendous pokemon and distracted it while Anton kicked it from behind. Soon, the Machamp was dead on the ground next to its other fallen comrade.

Primair and Seco surrounded the trainer with the aide of Kappa and Beast. The trainer whimpered. “You’re the Executives… aren’t you?” They nodded. “I’m… I’m just a kid. You can’t hurt me!” Primair laughed in disagreement.

“The government’s been recruiting young trainers left and right. What’s a mere trainer? More or less?” Beast roared and sent ten thousand volts of electricity into the boy. His body slumped to the ground in a heap.

Primair turned to Seco. “Too harsh?”

“Compared to the other three, no.” Seco laughed. “It was really for the good of everyone. We needed to get rid of him. He was weak trainer. And the government could do better.”

Primair nodded and turned to Anton who was standing next the bodies of the two pokemon he’d killed. Mask was next to him.

Together, the pokemon and the pokemorph walked towards Seco and Primair.

“We need to get going… regardless of the time. There’ll be other trainers in no time.”

Primair and Anton nodded.

“You aren’t going anywhere. You’re under arrest for murder.”

They turned around and saw the head of the government. The President, standing no more than thirty feet away from them.

With all but three of their pokemon to tired and worn out to continue. It looked as if the president may have been right.


((Short chapter, I know! Now I need to discuss something with 'yall. I am no good at writing battle scenes, which is why this chapter turned out so horribly misconfigured. I hope you're not all too mad at me--that is to say if I even have any readers out there. Oh yeah, one more thing. I included some major foreshadowing in here, in case any of you caught that.))

 

[The Great Butler]

Like I've said previously, when you're a good fic writer it's hard to hit the bullseye 100% of the time. I'll be honest, this one didn't really hold up as much as the previous ones, but it's not in any way bad.

 

[?question?]

Thank... you?

This next chapter should be a very revealing episode. It'll flesh out some of the information needed to progress the story. It's written in the dual perspectives of Shin and Dr. Hiarmos.

 

[?question?]

Chapter 6
Shin Takes Action
(The Following Takes Place Between 5:14 and 5:45)
“Hiarmos, I need the bypass codes.”

“Shin, is that you?” Hiarmos practically jumped out of his chair. He’d had no idea that Shin was even still alive.

“Who else? Like I said, I need the bypass codes to hack into your system.” He sounded irritated, if not slightly crazed.

“Shin, I haven’t seen or heard from you in three years.”

“Gavin, this is important. I need those bypass codes!”

“I can’t just go distributing the bypass codes, to the fool proof system I created to keep government’s information secret! I want you to start making sense.”

“The President lied to me about your AX324!” Shin breathed heavily into the phone. “I want the truth about the virus!”

“Shin, I can give you the info you need. But I cannot give you the codes. Why don’t I just e-mail you? I think I still remember your address…”

Shin’s voice grew even more rushed than before. “Gavin! Give me the codes. You don’t think the rest of the Government isn’t already tracking everything out of your terminal? You’re too closely in relation to me.”

“Then couldn’t they be bugging my phone calls too?” Hiarmos began to sweat. Could the people he so closely worked with be watching him behind his own back?

“No, I checked.”

“Seriously Shin, what’s up? I deserve this information at least.”

“Two of my best operatives are about to be killed. As far as I can guess, when they go down, the President and your government, are going to be able to proclaim national superiority as Team Phoenix is forced under the radar. Gavin, give me the codes!”

“Fine, fine. Give me a couple of seconds.” Hiarmos pulled up a few documents on his computer and typed in a few passwords. Finally, he held the receiver up to his head.

“It’s encrypted pretty tightly so you’ll have to check on a few variables but that shouldn’t take long. What I have so far is…” He looked once more at the computer screen. “8746423X96794XX, you’ll have to find what the X’s represent.” He paused a moment, as if waiting for a thank you. “You’re welcome… good luck Shin.”

“Thanks Gavin.”



Shin blinked a few times as he pulled up a specialty created program on his computer. The lights were dark in the room; he had to squint to see the small keyboard in front of him.

A small notepad lay in front of him on the desk. The numbers 874642329679482 were written in order, neatly on it in dark red ink.

He pulled a small headphone closer to his mouth; he whispered a few words into it. “Launch Hack.doc2 please.” Microchips in the computer began to whir quickly inside the computer. “Please locate the Government’s Laboratory Archives and pin point the database information. Password 874642329679482.” The computer once more began to work and finally a small ding was heard.

Shin smiled grimly and opened the closest file, ‘Current Projects.’

He scanned down the list, his eyes darting back and forth rapidly. Most of them looked rather harmless, until he came to the final two. One labeled ‘Pokemorph Research and Creation’ and ‘AX324.’

“They’re creating illegal pokemorphs… and I can’t do anything about it.” He shook his head in disapproval but decided he’d better find out what he could about the virus. He clicked down on the link and another program opened itself.

He cursed. The whole window was devoted to a large notification.

WARNING
YOU HAVE ACCESSED AN ILLEGAL FILE. A TERMINATION VIRUS WILL BE SENT TO SHUT DOWN YOUR OPERATING SYSTEM. CLOSING THIS PROGRAM WILL RESULT IN SYSTEM FAILURE AN INSTANT HARDWARE CRASH.​

The whole building was operated through the terminal in his office. When it sensed a virus, the whole place would shut down until the problem was fixed. It was normally a fail-safe to protect the people inside and outside for exterior manipulation. But now, they were trapped inside the giant building. He was powerless to save his executives.



Hiarmos sat at his large desk, tapping his pen against the table top. He had lied to his best friend, to save a man he hated. That password was used to get to all the files in the virus encoded version.

But something was clear. The President was using the government to do something wrong. And he had been mindlessly helping him. Maybe it was time he did something to stop him.

((Once again, a fairly short chapter. The next chapter will be much longer, focusing on each character's specific challenges in the particular situation they're in. There will also be a few surprises that I plan to hint upon in my signature.))

 

[The Great Butler]

Most interesting......it seems that by the chapter, the title of "Conspiracy" becomes more and more apt.

This one's got a way of drawing a reader in, then not letting go---a great trait to have in your writing.

 

[?question?]

I'm glad you like it, at least I have one person regularly reading it.

I've got about one fourth of the 7th chapter done so far. I'm surprised I was able to write so much in such a short amount of time.

It's true, the title becomes more closely related to the story as it continues. The precise reasoning becomes apparent later. It turns out the government is hiding much more from the public than one would think.

 

[?question?]

Chapter 7
The Death
(The Following Takes Place Between 5:43 and 6:05)
The President’s gun was aimed directly at Seco’s head. Although he knew his pokemon could handle the job for him, it was always nice to have a pistol at the ready.

The pokemon next to him had been with him since his days in Blackthorn, so long ago. They cherished him, they loved him.

Raichu, right next to him, was his oldest and more loyal companion. It had battled next to him countless times, losing no more than thrice. Ditto, was in the shape of a large draconic pokemon, probably foreign to Cankine. And finally Hypno, stood at the front.

He had a frighteningly dark expression across his face. Sweat dripped from his forehead.

He knew he had Primair and Seco precisely where he wanted them. It was like a large chess board; set up to form a checkmate around his prey.

Each step of his plan had been executed flawlessly. The Murkrows, infecting their targets. Shin, so idiotically, believing him; and now, the greatest victory of all. Primair, ordering his pokemon to kill. All he needed to do now was detain them for a few hours and they would unwittingly become two more of his collection of pawns.

“No need for formal introductions, Primair, Seco. You both know me as Mr. President.” They appeared to be fidgeting, squirming, and weak. “And you will address me as such.”

A hushed silence was blanketed over the company.

The President turned his head to face the collection of pokemon far off to the side. A Solrock lay on top of a tiny Illumise, crushing it. A Magcargo next to them, sleeping. A quick check of his adversaries indicated they only had six pokemon in total, only three of them seemed fit to battle.

“Raichu, immobilize the Masquerain, Electabuzz, Lombre and the blonde haired human. I should like to speak to Seco.”

Raichu smiled and jets of sparks erupted from it Lightning sacs. Primair made a move out of the way, but collapsed, paralyzed, next to his pokemon.



Shin reached for the door handle. It was locked. From the outside.

He knew he could break it down easily. His pokemon had an amazing amount of training and could undoubtedly break down any door in the entire building. But that was beside the point. Hiarmos had tricked him, and this was only the start of the storm.

Knowing Hiarmos, something else was encrypted in the virus. Heck, that man was so skilled at writing scripts for viruses he could probably blow the place up now if he wanted to. The question remained, was that in his agenda?

Cold sweat ran down the nape of his back, he had to get out of the suit. It stuck to his skin like glue.

“Jynx, come out.” The large, female pokemon materialized before him. She had seemingly long blonde hair and a sparkling red dress on. From the back that is. From the front however, she was no more than a woman impersonator. She was a pokemon.

She smiled when she saw him, kissed him twice on each cheek and pulled him into a hug. Shin tried not to laugh at their ritual.

He and Jynx had met nearly 20 years ago, when she was a tiny Smoochum and he was a much younger College Student at Mahogany U. By now, she and he were only the best of companions.

“Jynx, take down the door, something’s wrong here and I need to evacuate the building.

Jynx released her trainer from the embrace and smiled at him approvingly, agreeing to his request.

An eerie sort of music filled the air as Jynx raised her hands into the air. It was like many, tiny pokemon whistling while wind blew about them. Papers on his desk flew, the now barred windows began to crack, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

Soon, as some of the energy pressed against the door, it exploded into many thousands of wood shavings. Shin smiled and ran out the porthole into the corridor. “Jynx, get everyone you come by outside!” Shin yelled as he ran down the wide hallway. Jynx nodded and waved goodbye to him, kissing the palm of her hand.



Seco looked at his now unconscious friend on the ground by his feet. Now Seco was all alone.

“What do you want?” Seco asked coldly, turning back to face the large man before him.

A long gust of wind pierced his face, it was unbelievably cold out, he’d always found it disorienting how cold the desert got at night. Like a changing of the elements.

“I’m here to arrest you, Seco.” The President spat his name like a curse word. He had a deceptive smile on his cruel face.

“No, you’re not. There’s something else you want. What is it?” Seco’s face remained cool. He didn’t express a single emotion as he spoke.

The President moved his gun slightly, as if to remind Seco it was still there. “You want the real reason?” The President’s voice had a note of hysteria in it. Seco flinched. “By now you must know about the virus, huh?” The man waited for a reply. When none came he laughed. “You’re slowly going to lose your mind, and become my oh so faithful servant. Just a side affect of the virus of course, there will be unimaginable amounts of pain involved as well.”

Seco shook his head slightly. “I took care of the virus Mr. President. My friend's Solrock has an ever so helpful Recovery attack.” A bead of sweat ran down Seco’s back. He hoped the man wouldn’t call his bluff.

“There is no virus. It’s a pokemon! There are millions of the tiny critters inside your body, killing off your judgment abilities. Soon, you won’t know right from wrong or up from down!”

For a moment, a smile crossed Seco’s lips. Disappearing instantly.

“What’s so funny…?” The man looked around and his eyes grew wide. “Where’s 053HU?” The President turned around and fell backwards.

Anton stood behind him, with his claws raised high over his head, a dark look in his eyes.

“Thought I’d forgotten about you?” The man said, looking around for his gun.

“No, I just thought you were stupid.” The cat pounced at him.

The President rolled out of the way, and reached around for his gun once more. “Ditto, attack!”

Ditto’s giant form nodded and morphed into a large raptor type pokemon. An ear piercing screech filled the air as it tore at Anton.

Anton flipped, speedily out of the way. He pulled out of the jump and ricocheted off the ground, into the air once more. Ditto looked up to the airborne pokemon and emitted a Sonic Boom from its mouth, hitting Anton mid-flight, forcing him higher into the air.

Anton lay sprawled on the ground as Ditto moved in, with two large, clawed hooks for hands, aimed directly at Anton’s throat.

A hiss erupted from Anton and he swiped his foot underneath Ditto’s legs, causing it to fall next to him.

Anton limped towards the now pink blob on the ground, clutching his rib cage. The Sonic Boom had hit him square in the stomach. He knew one or more may be broken.

Seco watched, as if peering at the scene through a pane of glass. He tried to take a step towards the battling pokemon once or twice but felt his legs frozen. Now, he saw the President picking up his gun and aiming it carefully at Anton’s back.

The gun locked and Anton fell to the ground, attempting to avoid any bullet that may come his way.

Seco watched the next few seconds in slow motion, unable to stop the death that soon followed.



((Yes, that was meant to be a cliffhanger. You'll just have to try and imagine who dies. Is it Anton, is it the President, is it Seco?

Tell me if you notice any mistakes. I'll be happy to correct them. Please feel free once again to critique any of my work.

Oh yeah, and at the end of the Chapter you see the word 'locked.' That's meant to be a different word that Serebii does not permit me to use. For lack of a better word, I used 'locked.'))

 

[The Great Butler]

Oooh hoo hoo.....Ditto can just be so vicious when it Transforms, eh? Excellent cliffhanger indeed, I can't wait for the resolution.

Good--no, GREAT work.

 

[?question?]

Okay, I'm planning on making this Fic about Ten Chapters long. The Climax will probably be about Chapter 9 or so, 10 is the falling Action. I'm not sure yet, but I will probably write a sequel, most likely Ten Chapters as well. Hopefully by the end of this first Fic I will actually have more than one reader.

 

[?question?]

Chapter 8
Explanation
(The Following Takes Place Between 6:05 and 6:17)
The dead Ditto lay on the ground, in its normal form, seemingly without a wound. Its gelatinous form prevented it from appearing to be dead. It just was.

The President crawled over to his fallen pokemon and rapped his arms around its body. Seco had never seen such a weak and destroyed man. The gun at his side did not add anything more to his jejune appearance.

Primair still rested, as if sleeping, at Seco’s feet. He felt bad for his friend, he knew too well how badly a Raichu’s shocks felt and he didn’t wish it upon anyone.

The President’s mournful sobs were the only noise in the area. Anton was sprawled on the ground, clutching his side painfully, any and all pokemon were on the ground. Some dead, some sleeping, some fainted. Seco was the only being worth mentioning for nearly 200 miles.

Then, in an instant, Seco was flushed out of his thinking and heard the strained words of the President. “My plan is not foiled. My pokemon may be dead, but I will continue. I will fight.” The man was slowly getting up from his weak position, finally to stand in front of Seco.

Seco didn’t know what to say. He rubbed his bleeding lip, hoping that that would suffice as a gesture.

“I suppose I don’t see the harm in telling you the rest of the story now hmm? You’re as good as dead out here anyway, without my help. You’ll never make it to the edge of the Cankine before your systems begin to malfunction.” The President wheezed a cough and his arm searched for something to lean on.

“By, defeating you, I, the President would become one of the most powerful men in the world. Who really cares if you’re just some President of a tiny country? Nobody. But by defeating you, I proved my significance, the countries significance!” He paused for effect and continued. “And then slowly, I would rise to the top, with the growing support of each and every organization I ‘defeated.’ And to think, it will all begin with Team Phoenix, the Team that always rose from the ashes to fight another day.

And that, Seco, was my glorious plan. My unflappable plan to rule the world… and now, there seems to be a problem. You.”

“If you don’t mind me saying Mr. President, I’m not the problem here, that would be you!”




Shin threw another pokeball and a large pink ball like pokemon appeared. Two rabbit ears sprouted from its head and a large curl could be seen on top of its wide head. A white underbelly added just the right amount of cuteness. Too bad cuteness had nothing to do with the job Shin needed to have done.

Wigglytuff hopped about on its feet merrily as it emerged from the pokeball. Shin couldn’t help but smile. “Wigglytuff, a very mean man has locked us up in this building; think you could help me out?” Wigglytuff nodded and wiggled in joy. She always loved when Shin explained things to her.

“Okay, I’d like you to use Hypervoice on that door over there,” Shin pointed to a large, automatic door at the end of the hallway.

Wigglytuff nodded and began to move towards the door when Shin pulled her back. Wigglytuff’s attack would need this much room. The door would shatter at Wigglytuff’s strength. Shin didn’t want to get caught in the backlash.

She inhaled air from the area as Shin prepared to dive under a desk if anything came his way. Without warning, Wigglytuff opened her mouth and a torrent of raw power erupted at the door, invisible though it was, sheer force was definitely there.

The door flew off its hinges and Shin smiled and patted Wigglytuff on the head. “Thank you Wigglytuff, we’re out of here.” Wigglytuff clapped her hands together and followed Shin out the door, bouncing along happily.

Shin looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was following him out. All that remained now was the waiting game.



Primair could hear everything that was going on around him. He was very much awake, he just couldn’t move.

So many thoughts brewed in his head as he listened to what the President was saying, about how when he defeated Seco, he would gain significance or something like that. Wasn’t he, Primair, just as important as Seco?

Sure, Seco had the talent, and the intellect and the looks, but he didn’t quite have the flair like Primair did. Nope.

A cold breeze ran over Primair’s body, and surprisingly, he was regaining feeling in his body. He sighed and waited. All that remained now was the waiting game.



Hiarmos replaced the phone on its hook. His desk was more covered in papers that it had probably ever been, but finally, after a while of searching through old documents, he’d found exactly what he needed.

Proof.

He had faith in Primair and Seco, he knew they could handle the President, as long as the pokemon inside their bodies didn’t decided to react early, they would be fine. He knew it.

And once they did defeat the President, Hiarmos had the information he needed to arrest the man. All that remained now was the waiting game.

 

[?question?]

Chapter 9
The Battle and the Shadow
(The Following Takes Place Between 6:18 and 6:30)
For a few minutes, the two men stared at one another, a hateful look in each of their eyes.

Seco looked back and saw two pokemon, Kappa and Beast. Their two strongest. He suppressed a grin.

“So what’s the next step in your plan Mr. President? Take me down with you’re tiny Raichu and flimsy Hypno. I don’t think so. Attack me head-on? Again, no. Oh, how about letting me go and saving yourself a world of pain.” Seco’s voice was acidic.

The President laughed, loudly when Seco finished. His eyes were mad. Seco knew that this confrontation had not gone as the man before him had expected. And it was slowly going more and more sour. He was amazed the President had any will to continue.

“No, I don’t think any of those fit with what I’m about to do. A hostage situation seems more logical. Raichu, if Seco or any of the pokemon around him move just one inch, I give you permission to kill Primair, the blonde one. Shall we say 25,000 volts?”

Seco was stunned the moment the number left his lips. He knew that no pokemon, apart from the Legendary pokemon Zapdos, at its most powerful form could initiate such a powerful attack. It was ridiculous! He decided to remain silent.

“Now then Seco, we can have a conversation as trustworthy gentlemen.” Seco continued to glare, his fists clenched.

“There’s absolutely no way that you’re Raichu could send 25,000 volts from those small yellow electric cheeks of his!”

The President laughed and smiled. “My Raichu can.”

“No, it can’t… it’s impossible!”

“Do not tell me what is and is not possible.” The President’s tone grew harsh. “I am in control of this situation Seco. Do not contradict me.”

Kappa turned his head towards Beast, who watched the two humans with focused concentration. Kappa knew the circumstances, probably more clearly than Beast, but worried for his friend. His master could be killed any moment. He knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if the same were to happen to Seco.

“Beast?”

“Yes?” Beast whispered back.

“I know this is tough for you, but we have to do something. And I have an idea.”

“Tell me.”

Seco could hear the faint sound of two pokemon whispering to each other. He could plainly see it was not Hypno or Raichu. His pokemon were forming a plan. All it took was some simple distraction.

“What do you plan to do with me once you succeed? Keep me in some tiny little chamber so I don’t ever pose a threat?”

“No, I don’t think so—“

25,000 volts of electricity surged from Raichu’s cheeks cascading towards Primair limp body. Beast, who had jumped into the path of the lightning, absorbed the energy into himself, slowly absorbing it. Finally, his body went limp as well. He collapsed onto the ground in a smoking heap.

Kappa let loose an enormous jet stream of water, hitting Raichu and Hypno respectively.

Seco took his opportunity to lean down to Primair’s side. “How much feeling do you have? I saw you moving a couple of times so I knew you were conscious.”

Primair smiled and opened his eyes. “I’m fine, I can move by now. What do you need me to do?”

Seco smiled as well. “We’re going to take down the President ourselves.”

“Where’s Anton?”

“He’s helping our other pokemon.”

“Let’s do this.”



A young boy entered into the bright foliage of the oasis. Two dead Murkrow’s lay broken in the middle. He smiles and takes out a large container.

“Boss, the specimen is ours. Didn’t take much looking either.”

“Good, bring it back to base.”

“Gotcha, Oak, out.”



Smoke filled the small area in the desert. No one could see. A failed attempt at using it’s electricity had caused the President’s Raichu a quick and painless death.

The resulting explosion is what caused the smoke. The smoke is what caused Seco and Primair the ability to get right behind the President.

A swift touch to the neck, and the President was out cold.

“Sorry Mr. President, but you’re under arrest.”


(10:12pm)
Helicopters and news reporters stormed the area, as the next few hours passed. By now, all the bodies of not only pokemon, but human as well were evacuated immediately. No one asked what happened. Everybody loves a scandal anyway.

The President was relieved of his duties post haste, with overwhelming evidence of him conspiring for personal gain. Once more, no body asked questions. He was a bad President anyway.

Seco, Primair, Anton and their pokemon stayed behind the scenes, no one of them wanted to be asked any questions. It was all just a big publicity thing anyway—by now that is—and they didn’t have the energy to participate.

“Anton, do you still want to come back with us to Team Phoenix, the offer still stands for our medics to heal you.”

“I don’t really think I need to be healed. I don’t even remember life as a human.”

“How did you become a pokemorph anyway?” Primair asked dimwittedly.

Anton half-laughed and scratched behind his ear. “The government found an orphan on the streets. End of human career.”

Seco didn’t know what to say to this. He should have known it was the government behind it. “Are there others… like you I mean?”

“I would assume so. Most of their first experiments failed. I was the third or fourth successful.”

“Why?” Again, Primair’s dimwitted question.

“They think that bridging the human and pokemon species together is a step closer to global peace. I’m just the first of many.”

“Well the first step towards a brighter future would be getting some clothes on you. There are cameras pointing in our direction!”

Fin

((Okay, during the scene where Kappa and Beast are talking... yeah, that's in poke-speech.

Now I know I said Ten Chapters but... I decided to wrap it all up in 9 instead. I already have the prologue to my next story written. I hope anyone who has read this will read the next in the series. 'Outbreak.'

I had some major foreshadowing towards what the plot will be about in this chapter so... I hope you kept your eyes open for that.

It was a pleasure writing this with the support of anyone who read it. Like I said earlier, please read my next Fic. As stated above, Fin))