The Dean of Suds
miffed
Well, making my first stab at a real fic here. Comments, Criticism, and brutally tearing my fic apart are all welcome. Just make sure you do that last one politely. I also know it's short, but that's only because it's the prologue. Just a sidenote, I'm not using any in-game names for characters (Which I do not own.) Also rated PG-13 for possible blood, gore, violence, and some mild swearing. Without further ado:
Click, clack.
The sound of his high quality, leather soled shoes resonated down the empty corridor, echoing in his mind. He was walking down an unlit hallway in an abandoned laboratory. At least, that’s what most people thought. He smiled smugly to himself at the thought. Who would imagine that Cinnibar Island, abandoned thirty years ago, would be the place where the greatest criminal organization ever would begin it’s conquest?
Well, perhaps he was getting a bit ahead of himself. After all, Cipher had been ripped apart and disbanded in Orre, but now the boss claimed to have a new and better shadow pokemon, an answer to the problem that had always been their undoing in the past.
“Here, in Kanto, on an uninhabited island was the best place to be,” he had vouched in his message, “The people are completely unsuspecting, and we can wreak havoc and conquer this region before anyone has a chance to lift a finger. I may seem to be indulging in a bit of hyperbole here, but once you arrive and hear my plan, you must agree that there is no way we will be stopped.”
Naturally he had thought carefully about the letter, had reread it several times, and had come to the conclusion that the boss was almost certainly exaggerating. Regardless, he wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity, and the fact that he wasn’t involved in another criminal undertaking convinced him. Sure, it would be frustrating to travel across two regions and find out it was merely the raving of an insane old man. But it would definitely be worse to sit around without anything to accomplish.
He knew also he wouldn’t be able to put the offer out of his mind, so he finally decided to pay a visit to the man he had served under for ten years of his life. He was one of the first recruits to Cipher, an infant criminal organization at the time. He was contacted as soon as he was released from the Pyrite Town jail he was being held in for robbery. There was barely anything in the bank, and he didn’t come out with anything, so he didn’t understand how it was a robbery, but the accusation stood. He argued, in vain, that since whatever he took was returned, that it was a mere technicality, no one lost any money, and he should be judged on that fact accordingly. The judge presiding didn’t see it that way, and so he sat in a jail cell for five years. Five long, frustrating years.
Once he was out however, he received a message from a man who claimed to be the head of a new criminal organization. Naturally he joined, and quickly rose up the ranks due to his brutality and cold, calculating intelligence. He helped create the first shadow pokemon, and was one of the first owners, going about and helping overtake major cities in the desert region of Orre.
However, Team Snagem, their so called allies, were killed off by one of their own traitorous members, and he in turn pioneered the spread of snag machines. First it was only two or three, but soon men and women were popping up all over and decimating Cipher’s supply of shadow pokemon, until they were completely wiped out.
The finishing blow came when their hideout was detonated, ironically the same way Team Snagem met a similar demise. Cipher retreated into the shadows, but the boss promised that they would return. Now, ten years later, the waiting seemed to have finally come to fruition. That is, if this call was more than a hoax. He did not doubt the boss’s sincerity, but he worried, for the man was getting on in years, that he may slowly be losing the ability to think logically.
He was snapped out of his reverie when he noticed a small red pokemon, with numerous tails and a terrified expression on it’s face. It looked like an infant, the vulpix’s tails were still a creamy hue. He wasn’t aware there were pokemon reproducing in this area still, for he hadn’t seen any on the way through the island. Regardless, he strode forward, and with a bone crushing kick he launched the pokemon. The Vulpix infant screamed upon impact, hit the cement wall with a crack and fell silent, leaving a gruesome trail of blood as it literally slid off the wall and onto the cold floor.
He looked at the scene for a minute, then continued walking. The door was up ahead. It always amazed him that hallways were always so long, and that the room you went to was always on the end. However, he was quite near, and was only a few feet away from the solid oaken door, from within he could here a man, presumably his boss, muttering to himself.
He reached for the handle but drew back, better be safe then sorry. If this was a trap, he wasn’t going down easily. He pulled a .44 magnum revolver off his belt and then strode into the room. He was met by the sight of room that resembled a meticulously clean study. Books and papers were all stacked neatly, numerous syringes and vials of ominous looking liquid covered the table in neat rows, and even the three drugged pokemon along the wall were caged in alphabetical order: Bidoof, followed by a skitty and a zigzagoon.
Behind the table was a man crouched over, when he heard the door click open he bolted up to his full height, which put his head roughly at the visitor's elbow. He slid his glasses up on his nose, squinted, and then broke into a huge smile. “Argon, you’re here,” he said jovially, rounding the table and shaking his had with unbridled enthusiasm. “So very good of you to come,” he continued, and then grew serious. “Now is not the time for pleasantries though, close the door, for what I’m about to tell you is a vital secret. So, I turned around and locked the door.
Deadly Renewal
Prologue: The BeginningClick, clack.
The sound of his high quality, leather soled shoes resonated down the empty corridor, echoing in his mind. He was walking down an unlit hallway in an abandoned laboratory. At least, that’s what most people thought. He smiled smugly to himself at the thought. Who would imagine that Cinnibar Island, abandoned thirty years ago, would be the place where the greatest criminal organization ever would begin it’s conquest?
Well, perhaps he was getting a bit ahead of himself. After all, Cipher had been ripped apart and disbanded in Orre, but now the boss claimed to have a new and better shadow pokemon, an answer to the problem that had always been their undoing in the past.
“Here, in Kanto, on an uninhabited island was the best place to be,” he had vouched in his message, “The people are completely unsuspecting, and we can wreak havoc and conquer this region before anyone has a chance to lift a finger. I may seem to be indulging in a bit of hyperbole here, but once you arrive and hear my plan, you must agree that there is no way we will be stopped.”
Naturally he had thought carefully about the letter, had reread it several times, and had come to the conclusion that the boss was almost certainly exaggerating. Regardless, he wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity, and the fact that he wasn’t involved in another criminal undertaking convinced him. Sure, it would be frustrating to travel across two regions and find out it was merely the raving of an insane old man. But it would definitely be worse to sit around without anything to accomplish.
He knew also he wouldn’t be able to put the offer out of his mind, so he finally decided to pay a visit to the man he had served under for ten years of his life. He was one of the first recruits to Cipher, an infant criminal organization at the time. He was contacted as soon as he was released from the Pyrite Town jail he was being held in for robbery. There was barely anything in the bank, and he didn’t come out with anything, so he didn’t understand how it was a robbery, but the accusation stood. He argued, in vain, that since whatever he took was returned, that it was a mere technicality, no one lost any money, and he should be judged on that fact accordingly. The judge presiding didn’t see it that way, and so he sat in a jail cell for five years. Five long, frustrating years.
Once he was out however, he received a message from a man who claimed to be the head of a new criminal organization. Naturally he joined, and quickly rose up the ranks due to his brutality and cold, calculating intelligence. He helped create the first shadow pokemon, and was one of the first owners, going about and helping overtake major cities in the desert region of Orre.
However, Team Snagem, their so called allies, were killed off by one of their own traitorous members, and he in turn pioneered the spread of snag machines. First it was only two or three, but soon men and women were popping up all over and decimating Cipher’s supply of shadow pokemon, until they were completely wiped out.
The finishing blow came when their hideout was detonated, ironically the same way Team Snagem met a similar demise. Cipher retreated into the shadows, but the boss promised that they would return. Now, ten years later, the waiting seemed to have finally come to fruition. That is, if this call was more than a hoax. He did not doubt the boss’s sincerity, but he worried, for the man was getting on in years, that he may slowly be losing the ability to think logically.
He was snapped out of his reverie when he noticed a small red pokemon, with numerous tails and a terrified expression on it’s face. It looked like an infant, the vulpix’s tails were still a creamy hue. He wasn’t aware there were pokemon reproducing in this area still, for he hadn’t seen any on the way through the island. Regardless, he strode forward, and with a bone crushing kick he launched the pokemon. The Vulpix infant screamed upon impact, hit the cement wall with a crack and fell silent, leaving a gruesome trail of blood as it literally slid off the wall and onto the cold floor.
He looked at the scene for a minute, then continued walking. The door was up ahead. It always amazed him that hallways were always so long, and that the room you went to was always on the end. However, he was quite near, and was only a few feet away from the solid oaken door, from within he could here a man, presumably his boss, muttering to himself.
He reached for the handle but drew back, better be safe then sorry. If this was a trap, he wasn’t going down easily. He pulled a .44 magnum revolver off his belt and then strode into the room. He was met by the sight of room that resembled a meticulously clean study. Books and papers were all stacked neatly, numerous syringes and vials of ominous looking liquid covered the table in neat rows, and even the three drugged pokemon along the wall were caged in alphabetical order: Bidoof, followed by a skitty and a zigzagoon.
Behind the table was a man crouched over, when he heard the door click open he bolted up to his full height, which put his head roughly at the visitor's elbow. He slid his glasses up on his nose, squinted, and then broke into a huge smile. “Argon, you’re here,” he said jovially, rounding the table and shaking his had with unbridled enthusiasm. “So very good of you to come,” he continued, and then grew serious. “Now is not the time for pleasantries though, close the door, for what I’m about to tell you is a vital secret. So, I turned around and locked the door.
***
The vulpix moaned, her side was in agony. She couldn’t bear to look at the bloody mess her body was, and so she turned toward the door. Her breathing was coming quickly, and her vision beginning to flicker, but she heard a loud thump against the solid door and a deep roar, followed by an inhuman scream. Then, her eyes closed, and all was silent.
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