Well, here it is. While this is merely the prologue to my awaited story, I still hope that it may be a little worth reading. And here it is, my first fanfic on SPP.
"I have already told you once, Paulo," the dark-haired, middle-aged man spoke, trying to keep his calm posture steady. "What makes you think there are 'gifted' ones in the Mount Moon area?"
"Sir, I am uncertain." the executive sighed. He thought deeply of an excuse to save him, but couldn't think of any. He then recalled what his boss said the "gifted" were: people blessed with telekietic abilities, whom his boss sought to help establish a new world order.
"Sirrah," the boss sighed, his slight Italian accent rolling. This was Giovanni Medici, head of the notorious Team Rocket. "Just forget it. New mission. Bring to me the youngest Elemental Master you can find. And while you're at it, avoid Team Aura as much as possible."
"Yes sir." Paulo saluted before he was dismissed, leaving Medici to himself. Sighing, he stood up from his desk and turned, gazing out the window without any content. He thought of the rumors of a young woman who had mastered the element of Ice at a younger age than the average of twenty years, and wondered if they were true.
Little known to Medici, the rumors were surprisingly true. A reject teenager in Vermillion City, this young woman had no idea about how to control her blessing, or curse, as she had called it at times. However, the question remains: can she save the world from the double threat of Team Rocket and Team Aura?
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"Silence!" A rough German accent commanded a group of chattering people all clad in white robes. There was one, however, dressed in an elaborate golden and white robe which signified his importance over the others. This was Joseph Benedict, and he was the leader of the recently-formed Team Aura, whose goals were to eliminate sinners and the "gifted" ones alike. They considered both to be impure, as if they were work of the ultimate source of evil in the Pokemon world, which was simply a legend.
"Order in the meeting hall!" Benedict called again, sighing as the board room of his organization's headquarters fell to a dramatic silence. "Better. Now that I have your attention, I must state one thing: the 'gifted' are somehow now a dangerous breed. As you can see, some have even mastered the hellish trinity of Ice, Electricity, and Fire. Even one of those is apparently a sixteen year old!" Gasps fluttered and people murmured as a blonde-haired man, roughly half the age of Benedict, stood and soon took control of speaking.
"But as you all know, they will pose no threat as we eliminate them and the sinners," he stated, pausing to make a dramatic effect as more comments arose. "Especially the biggest sinners of all."
"Who they are?" A woman around the same age and almost a sibling to the young man spoke, also standing up with her colleague and boss. "Well, we have decided. All of the gym leaders, even Giovanni Medici, have been considered guilty of all seven of our stated 'deadly sins.'"
"So, is that all, Jacob and Sarah?" Both of the executive members nodded their heads, and returned back to their seats. "Well, everything is stated. Everybody is dismissed, and Können Sie Gott ruht Ihre Seele. May God rest your soul." The groups of people gathered into their miniature groups once more, and left the board room, and eventually, Benedict was left to himself once more. Walking around as if in a state of confusion, he stopped and turned towards the window, gazing out upon the streets of eastern Lavender Town.
"An innocent sixteen year old, however..." he thought out loud, his voice carrying throughout the hall. "Must we eliminate him or her? If only they could have another chance..." Suddenly, thoughts drifted to his old theologic colleague, Medici. His expression now stern, he gazed outward, a hand placed against the glass. In such cruel times as these, he wondered, did anybody even want to live anymore?
Sooner or Later
(A Pokemon fic by Laura/Sango)
Prologue ~ Calm Before the Storm
(A Pokemon fic by Laura/Sango)
Prologue ~ Calm Before the Storm
"I have already told you once, Paulo," the dark-haired, middle-aged man spoke, trying to keep his calm posture steady. "What makes you think there are 'gifted' ones in the Mount Moon area?"
"Sir, I am uncertain." the executive sighed. He thought deeply of an excuse to save him, but couldn't think of any. He then recalled what his boss said the "gifted" were: people blessed with telekietic abilities, whom his boss sought to help establish a new world order.
"Sirrah," the boss sighed, his slight Italian accent rolling. This was Giovanni Medici, head of the notorious Team Rocket. "Just forget it. New mission. Bring to me the youngest Elemental Master you can find. And while you're at it, avoid Team Aura as much as possible."
"Yes sir." Paulo saluted before he was dismissed, leaving Medici to himself. Sighing, he stood up from his desk and turned, gazing out the window without any content. He thought of the rumors of a young woman who had mastered the element of Ice at a younger age than the average of twenty years, and wondered if they were true.
Little known to Medici, the rumors were surprisingly true. A reject teenager in Vermillion City, this young woman had no idea about how to control her blessing, or curse, as she had called it at times. However, the question remains: can she save the world from the double threat of Team Rocket and Team Aura?
~~~
"Silence!" A rough German accent commanded a group of chattering people all clad in white robes. There was one, however, dressed in an elaborate golden and white robe which signified his importance over the others. This was Joseph Benedict, and he was the leader of the recently-formed Team Aura, whose goals were to eliminate sinners and the "gifted" ones alike. They considered both to be impure, as if they were work of the ultimate source of evil in the Pokemon world, which was simply a legend.
"Order in the meeting hall!" Benedict called again, sighing as the board room of his organization's headquarters fell to a dramatic silence. "Better. Now that I have your attention, I must state one thing: the 'gifted' are somehow now a dangerous breed. As you can see, some have even mastered the hellish trinity of Ice, Electricity, and Fire. Even one of those is apparently a sixteen year old!" Gasps fluttered and people murmured as a blonde-haired man, roughly half the age of Benedict, stood and soon took control of speaking.
"But as you all know, they will pose no threat as we eliminate them and the sinners," he stated, pausing to make a dramatic effect as more comments arose. "Especially the biggest sinners of all."
"Who they are?" A woman around the same age and almost a sibling to the young man spoke, also standing up with her colleague and boss. "Well, we have decided. All of the gym leaders, even Giovanni Medici, have been considered guilty of all seven of our stated 'deadly sins.'"
"So, is that all, Jacob and Sarah?" Both of the executive members nodded their heads, and returned back to their seats. "Well, everything is stated. Everybody is dismissed, and Können Sie Gott ruht Ihre Seele. May God rest your soul." The groups of people gathered into their miniature groups once more, and left the board room, and eventually, Benedict was left to himself once more. Walking around as if in a state of confusion, he stopped and turned towards the window, gazing out upon the streets of eastern Lavender Town.
"An innocent sixteen year old, however..." he thought out loud, his voice carrying throughout the hall. "Must we eliminate him or her? If only they could have another chance..." Suddenly, thoughts drifted to his old theologic colleague, Medici. His expression now stern, he gazed outward, a hand placed against the glass. In such cruel times as these, he wondered, did anybody even want to live anymore?
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