The Game

[Yami Ryu]

Hm... didn't think I'd finish it up tonight. Thought the first chapter would be longer. But then I can always make up for it with a longer second chapter.

The prologue is rushed and confusing, skipping and causing you to be lost on your feet; that's the purpos of this prologue. To not give you much more than the barest of clues, as to what's going on.

Yes I know I should be ironing out QTBAT.

Shush.

Rated PG-13 to R.

>.> I want Chesh's epic-ness for chapter length.

Here's the prologue, chapter one will be posted shortly.

The Begining​

Everything was gone. Turned to dust and specks and things that were to small to describe. All because father lost his temper with mother. And now, because of it, it was gone. No, not just our home. Everything else was gone, outside the bubble that took all my powers to keep in place. I hadn't been able to save everyone. I hadn't been able to save many.. infact all I had been able to save was my older brother..

There's a soft groan from him, but he's still out cold. He hadn't listened to me, had claimed I was only having a nightmare. Then my brother had actually wanted to watch the destruction as it tore apart our home, our world. I had acted swiftly, knocking him out and formed the sphere of protection around ourselves, locking us in and everything else outside the milky white barrier.

No, I couldn't see past it. But I still knew everything was gone. It wasn't just my powers that let me know this, it was something else. Like what let me knew mother and father were.. gone.

Brother groans again, but I don't spare him a second glance, something is wrong, something is left, something powerf-

Outside the milky white sphere, unable to be seen in the seemingly neverending darkness, unable to be detected by even the strongest of powers or ecquipment, blackholes swarmed, becoming engulfed by the senseless destruction, quickly filling to the brim, and moreso. Swelling and swelling, before they began to almost steathily, and with some mock intelligence, feed upon the smaller ones when everything was gone, and then after that the larger ones turned upon eachother...

After that the universe exploded again.

- - - - -

Time was meaningless. There was no time. There was no space. There was nothing. Everything was an endless blackness, if it was even black and not some mockery of the color. There was no life. No air. No nothing..

But we lived on, it was my power that did it, my will. My brother didn't understand usually, not like he wanted too. He was just jealous, wanting the ability to do what I did, but he could only control dark energy, if you could call it dark in how the state of affairs was at the time being.. I had caught him trying to do what I could, but in the end he had grown fed up and sulked.

We are no longer in my small bubble of protection, my powers have grown over the timeless days. If it can be called days.. At anyrate we have been able be out of the small bubble, and into a clearer, larger one. This is how I can confirm with my feelings that there is nothing outside.. But I distract myself. Uneasily something is growing inside me, and I am not certian what it is. I know it's something, but it's not just power.

I give my brother a cautious glance, but he seems intent on sulking or trying to scry something out of the vast emptiness.

- - - -

Brother now sleeps, and for that I am greatful of his slothful attitude when bored and nothing to study or read. It keeps him from finding out, as now it is not so easy to hide. I've swelled slightly, no, more than slightly. And it's uncomfortable, pulling and pushing on the golden bind around my middle, causing my powers to flux and wane at times, it's hard to find a comfortable spot on the hard 'floor' of our protective sphere.

I have an idea as to what is happening.. but it scares me. Mother needed Father for it. I do not have someone to be like that for me. And surely not my brother. But the need to do something, distracts me from the fear of the unknown, before, while shifting uncomfortably on my golden hooves, I finally get a dawning revelation. I am not like one or the other. I am both. In one. But I won't be when I birth, then the balance will shift. I must act now, I must hurry!

Uncarring for the moment that I woke my brother up as I surged forward, power swirling and glowing around me as I tried to concentrate and do something I've never done before.

And slowly, ignoring my brother's query, I started to build a new home.

- - -

It took a day. It took a year. It took five thousand. I do not know, there was no time to count. I could count a second but it could pass by never, or quicker and it'd have been five seconds already. Time meant nothing, so I did not worry myself on how long it took to make the ball of rock, and the ball of energy, the sun, to light the bare rock I had created.

“It's not special, is it.” My brother grumbled absently, kicking a lose rock with his tail and sent it tumbling into another rock. “I could do better,” he added.

I spared him a look before I tried to find a spot. It had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect.. And unintentionally got my brothers interest as he looked towards me when I finally laid down, biting back a cry of pain as my body rippled. “What, is this a side affect? Getting fat and in pain?” He said, coming over with a slight look of worry and curiosity in his eyes. Before he stopped mid step, pulling his head back as I let out a loud cry of pain.

Something was coming, two somethings. Wanting to be out, out out out! I cried again, screaming in a sharp, high cry as I pushed, my body feeling like it was being ripped apart.. before there was a rush of something, and as the pain started to subside and my vision faded, I could hear my brother saying things to me now, but I couldn't hear him truely, all I could hear were the two new voices and then my vision faded the rest of the way and I passed out.

- -

Everything was nearly complete now. I know my brother would frown on it, but right now he was attempting to create his own child of sorts, to try and gloat at me. And studying all that I had created. They were so special, my children. But I knew that there was one last thing to do when I finished crafting the last one, the small blue creature, my last child, clinging to my head so adoringly, watching my every careful move, squeaking cutely at times, asking in baby talk no doubt, what I was doing.

I rumbled softly, a growl and a purr at the same time yet not, as I finished crafting the last rectangular stone, it shone a bright red in the light of the sun and stood out against the light green, newly grown grass. Everything was now complete, and before my brother had seen what I had done. It wasn't like I would keep a secret from him intentionally.. well, for this I did. I had too. He couldn't try to create this. He shouldn't. This was for me. This was for mother. This was for mothers mother. This would be for my final creation. But that was long, long, infinately long away from now.

“Mew?” The small one mewled out softly, floating around weakly now before I reared up a bit, catching her in my power for the most part, not my hooves. She giggled childishly before attempting to nuzzle, and I tsked lightly at her, causing her to stop in confusion.

“You, little Mew, and the others, I deem a special gift.”

“Mew?” She looked puzzled, attempting to turn over sideways and tilt her head at the same time. Another small smile graced my blunt muzzle.

“You will help cover the world with new life.” And I nuzzled her, accepting the happy squeak and weak nuzzling in return before I set her down. She looked up with me with wide, blue eyes, before getting distracted by one of her siblings, squeaking happily as she headed quickly for them. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face again before I turned my head, I had been delaying this for almost too long. But I had to be careful in what I had done. And now equally careful in where I hid myself.

And without a farewell, I disappeared..

-

Legend. Myth. Lie. Truth.

Everyone argued over what was real, what wasn't. What someone had made up. What had really happened. There was no complete agreement over what had happened. But everyone finally settled down and decides to move onto other matters that were more important than mythical, possibly, unreal pokemon, creation theories and other things, leaving them to the people more desperate to try and explain their existence and humanity's superiority to non existant or supposedly extinct pokemon.

Because, pokemon had never been seen before since before man could truely be called civilized. The world had been a slightly dreary place, with few species outside of some mindless fish, insect and bird like creatures, there had been nothing with intelligence outside the humans.

Untill the discovery of a Tablet and a Sword. And then pokemon started to appear to humans once more..

End​

 

[Yami Ryu]

Aaaand chapter one. Yes I know. Typos. Get yer guns ready again to pewpew them down.

Chapter One​

It has been about three hundred years since the rediscovery, it seems, of pokemon. Technology has also improved in leaps and bounds since the first sighting of pokemon, as if they've gone hand in hand together. But trainers don't question, just wanting better gadgest to help them travel and obtain all the pokemon they can catch. Average people just say it's waste of time and effort, but mostly because they can't afford the newer items, and feel slighted, unable to quest like they want too. Those that have pokemon, but don't like to travel, don't care nor really give any thought to it, raising pokemon either for trainers, themselves, or for food.

Not every human or pokemon is vegitarian.

But this is not about the trainers, breeders, or anyone else. This is about someone else.. For the time being.

His name is Luke, that's all anyone knows him as, after he took over Silph Co, and started getting the company to produce even better items. No expense was to expensive, was his motto. But Luke honestly, does not care about the gadgets, discoveries, or anything else that Silph Co has done, is doing, or will do in the future.

Luke has his eyes on the prize, so to speak.

But right now he stands in his office, hands behind his back, grasped together, as he glances out the window and down to the streets below. Watching the people as they went about their daily lives. Soft reddish brown eyes narrowed slightly as he heard the door to his office open and he turned around slightly, glaring at the intruder before muttering an ‘oh, it's you,’ as he turned back to the window, ignoring his soft silver hair falling over his face at the movement.

“Sir?” Was all the ‘intruder’ said as he looked worriedly at his employer, he looked almost like the brother of his boss, eyes nearly the same color of amber, hair that was only a foot longer and almost looked the same color, but looking closer one could see it was white not silver. He was tall too, but an inch or so shorter than his boss. But outside that, they could have been related.

“Nothing, Cale. Why did you come in here?” Luke asked as he kept his gaze on the window. Or rather what was outside it.

Cale still looked worried, before speaking. “I wasn't able to stop them sir.”

Cale didn't flinch when his boss froze, and ticked slightly. Nor did he cower at the gare Luke sent his way, as he knew it wasn't meant at him, but those that turned a deaf ear to the truth. “Fools.” Luke muttered under his breath as he finally turned away from the window, looking like a glowering monster in a dark blue buisness suit now. “Come, Cale,” he snaps, acting like Cale is a servant. But Cale just dips his head and follows after Luke without a bat of an eye.

They moved swiftly in silence, Luke not bothering to get out of the way as those working for him quickly scrambled to make way for him. He owned the company, he could fire them in the blink of an eye if he wanted to. And Luke abused this power to get the respect, and fear, of those in his newly obtained company. But some people..

“What of the other items I asked for, Cale.” Luke asked as they entered an elevator. Cale was quite untill the doors shut with a light ding, and the music started to play, Cale didn't mind it but he knew his boss found it annoying, so he quickly and quietly pulled out several folders and passed them to Luke. Luke sighed in annoyance as he flipped through the folders.

“Bah. Useless... useless... ” He continued flipping through each folders contents and discarding it, via shoving it back to Cale who tucked them away, once more into a suitcase, that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Luke did shoot him a glance but said nothing as he continued to skim through the last two folders and was left in a somewhat foul mood at finding nearly nothing to his liking.

“I give them a year and a half to come up with new ideas and this is what they give me! Garbage!” Luke snapped and crossed his arms a moment, an ach filling him slightly as he wished for his own lab back, but gone were those days. Atleast for the moment. And he was pulled out of his fuming before he could sink into it to quickly, or be pestered to much by the music as Cale quickly scooped up the thrown folders just as the elevator came to a stop and the door slid open with a smooth sound.

Without hesitating like some people do about elevators, he strode out of it quickly, Cale following like a shadow behind him. The two walked through the lobby, Luke with an air of authority, they both ignored the paintings on the walls and the grand fountain in the middle of the room where a few people were taking a lunch break and chatting softly to themselves, not noticing Luke passing by them, not that he'd have cared at anyrate as he headed past the receptionists desk, Cale still following close behind, and Luke came to a stop at a wall with a dark grey colored steel door that had a palm print recognition system, a slider for a card and a numberpad for a code.

Swiftly Luke pulled a card from a pocket and slid it through the card scanner with practiced ease, punched a series of numbers into the pad before almost lazily putting his hand against the last lock of sorts. A few seconds ticked by before there were three clicks, and the door became unlocked, splitting down the middle before both sides swiftly pulled apart for long enough to allow Luke to pass through, as Cale knew he was no longer needed and turned around. Quietly as a shadow he slipped off to get back to his work as his boss went to deal with those that thought to go against his orders.

The hallway was long, cool and silent. It also wasn't straight, but curved around and down, like a spiraling staircase. The only other door was at the end, and it would require the same unlocking ‘dance’ that Luke had done for the first, when he got there. And it was now, that he picked up his pace, he didn't run. But he wasn't walking either. His eyes were narrowed mostly as he ignored the slight chill as he went down deeper and deeper, or some of the lights that flickered and threatened to give out either now, or in ten days from now. Lightbulbs were fickle things, not that Luke cared about them either.

It took several minutes to reach the bottom of the hallway, and only a few seconds to get the door open. Luke of course could have just abused his power, but then that'd be senseless, this was easier. Even if more time consuming, and like the other door, this one split in half in a fluid movement before pulling apart to allow Luke entrance into the room, which he quickly did. Though he wasn't really in a rush, now that he had gotten to the room.

Scientists of all sorts talked to themselves as they hovered around an item that, Luke remembered specifically saying, and having Cale tell them too, that it and the others were off limits. But then, anything in the name of science! Sure, sure, he agreed to that too, at times. But this was different, as he walked over. Luke wasn't a stupid being. He knew his newly obtained company had spies in it. And he was sure several people in the room were among the number that leeched information to lesser companies and, Team Rocket. Among others. It didn't leave Luke pleased.

He coughed to get the attention of the hovering people, and slowly they looked up, confused at first as to why the boss was here, before a few looked slightly worried. But only slightly.

“Sir?” An older looking man with grey hair from age, quiried. His eyes clouding with confusion. Before realisation sank in, they had disobeyed. And he tried to apologize, but was silenced quickly as Luke raised a hand, a silent command for absolute quiet, before he started to speak. And it wasn't in a yell, it wasn't even laced with anger. And this is what filled the people in the room with fear.

“I remember telling you all... the things I brought with me, were off limits. Or do you not remember?”

There were several attempts to say several things, and again, Luke raised his hand to slice through the fast paced speaking of three scared people at once, as the others wisely stayed silent. “I wasn't done speaking.” There were several audible gulping noises from the scientists, before Luke continued. “Do you all also not remember, how fragile, I told you these items were?” He finally finished before coming over, pushing past the scientists, well not really. They quickly parted like butter before a knife, allowing Luke to come over to the ancient looking tablet with faded writing on it and a dark blue tablet that seemed to be made of stone, but unlike the ancient tablet, this one had chips and cracks, and it seems they had been trying to pick it apart.

With a shake of his head and a sigh, Luke moved the destructive instruments away from the blue tablet, that wieghed more then it look, before brushing a hand over it, almost like it was an injured lover.

“Sir, we're sorry, it's just we've never seen anything like th-” The old man stopped, his voice cracking to a halt as his eyes widened in fear when Luke turned around. No longer did he hold a look of disinterest. “No.. you haven't. And none of you shall see it or any others, again.” And Luke slid a hand into a pocket, and the people suddenly froze in fear, before reacting. Running for the door, but it would not open. And even if it had, it would not save them. Six rounds tore through the air, and hit each mark perfectly. Well, all save one. He hadn't really wanted to kill her, she reminded him of someone he was quiet fond of. And as he loaded the silenced gun, he heard her terrified and pained whimperings.

“W-why?” Was all she could get out. And while he was sure she wasn't a spy. Sure she was as innocent as a newborn Mareep. He answered with the fact that had sealed her demise. “Because you started the game early.”

There was a confused gasp, before a sharp cry that was quickly silenced by a gurgle. Glancing over the bodies once more, sure that all of them were dead, he turned back around, gingerly picking up the broken tablet and made his way out of the room, only having to use his hand to open the door. Tho part of him was curious as to how the scientists had gotten into his personal room, as he was sure no spy had gotten close enough to get a full palm print from him, he had the area now secure. He had just changed the codes, and it would take more than a lucky guess and a partial print to get them into here again.

His gaze absently flickered to the tablet in his hands as the item now glew softly, and seemed to slowly have cracks appearing more and more over its surface, and he sighed. Not from actual disdain. He liked the game, he did. But it was from the fact, it was always the humans who started the turning. For once he wanted to win, without them breaking the first piece.

“They just never learn.” Luke mused absently to himself as he finally exited the final door, only a shard of the tablet remaining in his left hand. He glanced over to a random employe of his. He didn't care if it was a man or woman, or on his or her break or not. He pointed with his free hand at the figure; “Tell the guys on level four, they can go and do whatever they want now.”

The woman looked confused at first, or it could have been a man. The hair was cut awfully short, tho the figure looked feminene. There was a hesitant nod after the confusion faded and the woman, or man, hurried off to tell the message, not wanting to anger the boss.

Luke just watched the human go, before glancing to the shard, “Well, now the game truely begins, dear one.” And with that he pocketed the dimly glowing shard into a pocket and walked off, whistling slightly now. Though he was still in a somewhat foul and annoyed mood. He'd bloodied his shoes ontop of everything else too.

End Chapter One​

 

[bobandbill]

Nice job there with the story. Quite... different, to say the least - you have a different writing style, and quit a different idea as well there. Quite a nice prologue there, and you certainly gave a nice 'confusing' feeling there in it. The chapter was also good, if a little dark (not quite my cup of tea, but I liked what you did here). The characters are interesting, and am intrigued to what role Luke shall play, and also in that he shot all of his scientists, just like that. Certainly one boss you don't want to get on the wrong side of.

Pacing was decent in the first chapter (hard to really comment on it in the prologue really...), and the story certainly seems promising, nice plot starting to take shape, with a lot left under the covers for now. I look forward to finding out that those parts are. :0

Aaaand chapter one. Yes I know. Typos. Get yer guns ready again to pewpew them down.

Pew pew indeed, it's what I do. There was a fair amount of pewpewing to be done, I have to say. Maybe some more effort put into proof-reading, as it did distract from reading it the first time (although I wasn't much better, or maybe worse in my story...). Also, sometimes commas are needed in places for minor pauses or the such, don't skip on them. As well as for punctuation in dialogue... basically, take the time to do so for it does distact from the story itself, even if one does want to have it posted straight away.

Turned to dust and specks and things that were too small to describe.

I hadn't been able to save many.. infact all I had been able to save was my older brother..

Ellipses are three dots (...), rather than two, which is incorrect. Sometimes you used the three-dotted-ellipse, but mostly two dots only, which is basically halfway between an ellipse and a full stop. I haven't bothered pointing out every single occurance of that, so that's your job.

unable to be seen in the seemingly neverending darkness,

and then after that the larger ones turned upon eachother...

Occassionally you stuck two words together by mistake...

After that the universe exploded again.

I suggets a comma after 'that', but an interesting line nonetheless.

Time was meaningless. There was no time. There was no space. There was nothing. Everything was an endless blackness, if it was even black and not some mockery of the color. There was no life. No air. No nothing..

I liked this, especially when one thinks of the Big Bang theory, as there was basically 'no nothing'... nice. Oh, and the 'ellipse-should-be-three-dots-thing' as well.

At anyrate we have been able be out of the small bubble,

'...been able to move out of'?

“It's not special, is it.” My brother grumbled absently,

If the part after the dialogue flows on, and the two can be read as one sentence, treat the two parts as one sentence, and ignore the quotation marks, replacing the full stop with a comma, and 'my' over 'My'.

Getting fat and in pain?” He said,

Same again, that should be a small 'h' there.

This was for mothers mother.

Bit confusing here...

But trainers don't question, just wanting better gadgest

No expense was too expensive, was his motto. But Luke honestly, does not care about the gadgets, discoveries, or anything else that Silph Co has done, is doing, or will do in the future.

Second part seemed a bit... out of place with the rest, to be honest. Maybe a slight rewording would fix it.

“I wasn't able to stop them, sir.”

If a person is being addressed by their name/nickname/title/insult/whatever, a comma preceeds the name, Yami Ryu.

“Fools.” Luke muttered

A comma there over the full stop...

“What of the other items I asked for, Cale,” Luke asked as they entered an elevator.

He finally finished before coming over, pushing past the scientists, well not really.

'Well not really' is a bit of a 'breaking the fourth wall' moment there with you suddenly addressing us directly, then disappearing again - there's a few times in which this almost/does happen, this one is the most obvious. Aviod doing so, as it reminds us that ihis is a story and takes us out of it, taking away from the tension and all.

“They just never learn.” Luke mused absently

He'd bloodied his shoes ontop of everything else too.

Well Luke, who's bloddy fault is that, eh?

Nice work there though - enjoyable, but as I said, the typos did take away from it, so do a spot of proof-reading beforehand instead of just skimping on it. I'll keep my eye on this, though.

 

[Yami Ryu]

Yeah starting to think it's my typo problem and not lack of length that keeps people from reviewing me..

/indenial

hur.

Anyways when I mean Well not really, I meant that the scientists were quickly getting out of the way, and would think with how I introduced the story at anyrate, or the first chapter, it'd hint to moments like this

It's just how my style is at the moment. It changes and fluxuates at times.

And proof-reading wouldn't help, really don't have spell-check and can you imagine using Live Journal as a spell check, my god, the flood would keel me. I've been told to get a Beta but just paranoid about them :s

And it's a habit of mine for sticking two words together. I forgot alot about grammar :d

Why I stopped preaching it 8D

At anyrate, here be the second chapter.

I've also pinned down on why they're short and feel rushed, because I'm only focusing on Luke, right now, and if I focus on to much else you'll get the full plot to soon, and I want to keep that, and other characters, under wraps.

Tho you and others should start to understand some of the motions in... The game.

Also, I know my chapters are short- I don't have word pad/ms word or whatever, not on this computer and not downloading it as one; think I have to pay money. Two: last time I ever used it, it ate my stories or locked them away. So instead of going by pages I go by KB, this is about 18 in size.. so maybe a page and a half/two long..?

Chapter Two​

The sky was a crystal clear blue. The grass; a beautiful shade of green with flowers of every color scattered here and there, and everywhere. There was not a tree in sight, but that didn't take away from the beautiful scenery of the small island in the middle of nowhere. The wind blew, the grass rustled.

And it seemed to be abandond.

Before a small “Mew?” broke the silence.

- -

Luke absently patted the pocket that contained the two shards, one was clear and colorless. Also seemingly able to glow in darkness, without a lightsource. Yet was without this glow in light, while the blue shard had quickly faded and dimmed, turning so dark it was nearly black. But Luke didn't mind, those fools had started it. It was the first shard that promised him victory at anyrate. Well, a good chance at it, he admited to himself, as he turned his gaze once more, out of the window, before turning around and moved over to his desk, picking up a small black rectangular item with a few buttons strewn on its surface. Quickly pushing a green colored button at the wall on the far side of his office, the wall flickered, and with a soft static like noise, came to life. Revealing it was not a black wall like the others in his room, but a giant television set.

“That was water, wasn't it?” He thought alloud as he flipped through the channels quickly before he finally settled onto a news channel that had ‘breaking news’. Tho he was certain that all news channels would soon have this, and maybe with a more decently clad female reporter. Luke was a bit disgusted, and somewhat intrigued, at how some women would flaunt themselves and how some men would act worse than pokemon about them. Luke quickly shook his head, he was wanting to know what was on the news, not muse about indicent people! The thoughts quickly cleared from his mind once he stopped focusing on them and he absently listened to the woman talking on the television before him as he sat down in his chair and leaned back, propping his feet upon his desk as he crossed his arms, a now lazy air about him as he listened.

‘It's unknown as to why, but ocean pokemon are beaching themselves across the worlds oceans at an alarming rate! Officials are silent about the cause, but people are pitching in to try and save these pokemon, but no matter what they do, from the smallest Magikarp to the largest Wailord, they keep coming back, it's as if they want to die!‘ The Reporter had clearly lost her composure, as she was getting emotional over the story, and there were tears in her eyes. Which sadly, built up and leaked out of her eyes, ruining her fabulous makeup job. But it seemed she didn't care as she went on, or was about to go on when Luke boredly changed the channel.

It was another news program, only this time it was about fresh water pokemon, suddenly bellying up and dying. It was far worse than the ocean pokemon situation, but it was going to get worse, and Luke knew that as he clicked and changed the channel again, but at anyrate, after the first three channels, everyone started repeated what all the others were saying and boredly, Luke turned the large device off and set the controller down absently onto his desk.

“Well, that's that,” he said to no one as he shifted and pulled his feet off the desk, and just in time too. There was a knock on his door and he glances to it, “Come in.”

After a few seconds the door slowly creaked open, and no one appeared, as the door stayed half open, causing Luke to quirk an eyebrow slightly, before finally, the woman came into view, edging slowly into the room. Her eyes were a bright silver, hair long and blond. Pulled tight into some sort of new twist on fasion that Luke didn't really find impressive, as he watched her fidget slightly with the silken blue dress she wore. Her light cream skin was also as perfectly looking as her dress.

Not that Luke really cared..

“What is it now.” He grumbled once he realised who it was and turned around in his swivel chair, protesting her presence in his office, tho he balked at attacking her to get her out. He was also unphased by the sharp glare those steel like silver eyes he knew were giving him.

“I've come here to stop you.”

“So, you're the one I've been sensing lately?”

The woman looked startled a bit, before recovering her composure. “It does not matter, this stops here and now.”

Luke let out an exasperated sigh as he fiddled with thread he found on his suit. They just don't make them like they used to.. “I'll give you to the count of three..”

The woman looked uncertain a moment, before a sort of holy rightiousness filled her and she didn't balk away. “I'm not scared of you,” she snapped. Ignoring the sensable part of her mind that clearly was, scared of the man before her.

Luke gave another strained sigh as he softly counted, not to three, but to ten. The woman still didn't budge, infact, she looked ready for a fight.. but Luke really didn't have time for such folly, or atleast annoyances as he slowly turned his swivel chair back around, just in time to see the woman pulling out an object. Luke's eyes narrowed before widening sharply, “CALE!” He bellowed, a faint sound of fear in his voice as the woman readied the purple and black sphere, about to throw it at him..

But she never got the chance, as with a startled yelp, a pitch black and three clawed hand formed and snatched her wrist, as the rest of the form came into existance, sharp blue eyes snapped open from the almost hidden face as the other arm grabbed the woman around the waist. She squeaked and struggled, yelling and trying to break free, but it was no use. There was a sharp snap, and a scream of pain as the woman dropped the object, but still Luke continued to freak out, eyes wide as he watched it with muted horror as it rolled, seemingly harmless, a few feet from the struggling duo.

The screams were suddenly muffled as Cale let go of the woman's arm, snapping it cruely over her mouth and shifted the woman slightly. His blue eyes narrowing as he struggled somewhat to keep her in his hold, but it wasn't to much for him; but anything gained power when they saw their lives about to be ended.

Those silver eyes that had been so sure and steady, now were wild and rolling, filled with fear, silent and muffled pleas of mercy. But they were ignored as it never come.

With a sharp, blood curdling crack, the woman's head was snapped to the side and up, causing her body to go instantly limp as a soft rattle escaped her lips as Cale let her drop. He absently kicked the body aside as he slowly turned back to his original appearence, he strode over to the object and plucked it up with a seemingly normal hand and without a second thought, gripped the orb tightly and using nearly all his strength, caused the sphere to shatter. Small pieces flying everywhere as the masterball was obliterated.

“It is alright now, master,” Cale said softlty, slipping up momentairly before he started to calmly pick up the pieces, ignoring the bleeding cuts his hand now sported. Luke only now calmed down, his heart suddenly not beating so quickly and his eyes slowly returning to normal as he slumped into his chair. Luke didn't have to voice out his displeasure, and fear, about the item Cale had destroyed, nor did he try to bring to light his fear he was trying to hide. Which was why Cale was pointedly not looking at his boss. “I will tighten the security,” he said with a dip of his head once he had finished before leaving the room.

Leaving the still recovering Luke behind.

He didn't move, for a long time. By the time he finally moved, the sun was starting to set, and the blood had stained the carpet a dark black-brown, while it was still a sticky, messy puddle in others from where the blood had seeped in to much. The body had long become chilled and as stained as the carpet while rigormortis started to set in.

The stained hair glinted softly as the fading sunlight from the setting sun entered his office and filled most of it with a soft light. The scene was almost surreal, as he couldn't take his eyes off the form. It was the first time, in a long time, that he had felt fear like he had.

This must be how the others felt, and Luke didn't like it. He never would. And he hated that he had a moment of weakness, especially infront of his minion, tho he knew Cale would never say to anyone about what he had seen. Slowly, he started to shake off his fear, now replacing it with annoyance and anger. At himself, and the dead body before him as he stood up, on slightly shakey legs before he caught himself and glared at the dead form, before spitting at it. Because not only had the dead thing before him caused him his first moment of terror..

He now had another mess to clean up.

- -

From the deepest of the seas. He awoke. Pain stabbing him all over his body, tearing at his mind. Soul, robbing him of his powers slowly as it ripped and pulled, cuts and slashes started to mark the deep blue and white spotted body. A red cloud, even if diluted by the dark and cold sea water around him, hid the bright red trim like markings that were around his mouth, sides, flippers and dorsal fins.

A pained, stretched out wail escaped Kyogre as he snapped his fluke, hurtling himself forward, trying to escape his unseen attacker, unable to see for the pain clouding his mind, bubbles boiled around him as he rocketed to the surface, eyes rolling, wounds widening with each powerful stroke of his tail. Finally he breached the surface, a haunting bugal escaped him before he splashed harshly back into the water. Rocketing out of the water again, he tried to escape. Madly searching for relief from the mindless pursuing pain that drove his sanity to the brink, but there was none for the god like pokemon as far above him, clouds started to build, taking shape and rumble, lighing flashed and thunder roared as below them, Kyogre continued to die a slow and agonizing death as all the while, the water around him became saturated by his blood, turning it a dark, dark red..

- -

It was all over the news in the morning. It was the gossip of Saffron City. It even cast the former talk in Silph Co. about the female assassin of their boss, to the far corners of the little minded humans. Water pokemon were dying, even in the stasis of pokeballs wielded by trainers. Wild water pokemon were dead, bodies littering everywhere. From fear, to shock, to denial, was whispered with those words exchanged between scared people as they tried to make sense of it all.

And the real shocker? The rotting carcass of Kyogre had been found. Barely anything but bones and stinking flesh on the beach of Slateport, in Hoenn.

There was one person, not terrified, in shock, or really caring about the situation at all, unless asked and then there was fake concern, but so worried were people that they could not see this false emotion from the person.

And it was Luke.

Infact, it could have been said to make his day. He disliked bloodying his hands like he had done so last night, usually he disliked it at anyrate. But this was something the rest of the population had caused, ironically, for the most part. So he took part in silently gloating at this fact.

But he turned his attention away from this as he quickly, and quietly, not even getting mad at the slackers in his building, made his way to his office. Or atleast a new, temporary office. He had a few plane tickets to confirm..

End Chapter One​

 

[Yami Ryu]

Dragon Cursed .. is definately going to get reworked.

Anyways.

Chapter Three​

He wasn't pleased; destruction like this never pleased him. Sure he wanted to rule the world; everyone dreams of that. A perfect little world that holds no hatred, no danger. Is perfect in everyway, where there is love, not hate. But like all dreams it turned to bitter dust; but he still dreams. Still hopes, but now? Now he realises it all may be coming to an end.

“I want those reports now!” Li snapped out in a commanding tone, dark blue eyes burning almost, from the rage, and fear, that shimmered in them. Several figures worked quickly at some extravagant computers. What almost looked like silver claws flashing in the light as the tall, black forms swiftly did as their master bade them, imputing codes, reading them, imputing them again, cross checking, rechecking, doing all sorts of things that would leave others confused before one moved away, a slim report in its three clawed hand, the white paper easily seen against the ebony feathered bodies and darkness as it quickly turned in the item to Li.

Li snatched the report up, a psychic glow around the edges as he brings it over to himself, flipping it open and only seconds into reading it, he gasps. Dropping the item like it had burned him mentally, unable to do anything but stare. It wasn't the report that had cause this, but the scream that bore through his mind. A terrible, gut wrenching scream of loss.

Stumbling, Li grunted as he snapped out of his stupor, ignoring the worried looks from the workers of his as he panted for breath, stabbing pain still searing across his mind, but he had managed to pull himself out of the psychic scream that had gone around the world.

Slowly he pulled himself up slightly, only now calming the fears of the pokemon shifting about uneasily before him. The tallest, and largest amongst them came forward suddenly, ignoring orders to stay back, and the large monsterous thing; looking like a humanoid dragon- no, Lugia, to an extent, reached down and simply picked up the pale blue and white form, dark golden eyes met clouded blue, and there was a gruff, “What is it Father,” he tried, to mumble, but it came out in what could be mistaken as a threatening tone.

Li closed his eyes for a few moments, not wanting to say. Not wanting to upset his children, even if clones, to an extent, of Lugia, they did not hear it. Did not feel it. “It, it is nothing,” he said weakly, a wave of a three fingered, lightly fur covered hand.

And then the explosions came. And the horrible roars and scrreams of pain from those Luatwo that were outside.

And a large clawed hand gripped his stomach, it was called fear and anger, and it did its job well, he was about ready to head into battle as he had forgotten the Luatwo, Ace, had a hold of him. He was quickly reminded of this when he was thrown to the floor and a wave of black overcame him as Ace, and the rest in the room, did what they do best.

Protect their father.

And before Li could do anything, it was like the whole world exploded, right around him...

- - - -

Luke humed quietly to himself as he stood in his new office, of sorts, holding up a plate. A normal man wouldn't have been able to hold it, even pokemon struggled to hold them at times, Luke knew. But the almost pulsating green plate almost seemed to beg something from him. He hummed some more, before shifting it slightly, bringing it closer to his face, and then turned his head. Lightly he pressed an ear against the object; hearing a soft thrumming and feeling the gentle warmth with his face and not just his hands.

A light grin set across his face as he moved, turning and setting the plate down gently, onto his desk. Which creaked omniously under the wieght of the object. Luke paid it no heed as he pulled an item from a pocket. A familiar item, the dulled dark blue shard. But the color was so hard to tell without the right light, and appeared a black that absorbed light and color instead.

Reaching out he carefilly placed it on the green tablet, which almost looked ready to burst into fruit, for how marvelously green it was colored... but not for long. Cracks started to appear on the surface of the tablet, spreading out from the shard that was placed on it. Liquid, escaped the tablet. Almost like it was crying, or bleeding, as the cracks continued to spread. Becoming like jagged scaring in the face, and sides, of the tablet. It was here Luke turned, not interested completely, in seeing the destruction of the tablet, he never liked seeing it. The sight... disturbed him, and caused a flutter of emotions. Guilt, and sorrow.

It was like hurting her, and he hated that thought.

So he busied himself with checking his appearence, everything looked fine. Everything was running fine. And his men should be reaching their targets now... but he knew it didn't matter, as he heard sickening cracks and sounds like breaking glass and metal behind him. It wouldn't matter tomorrow, and that was when the fun would really start.

He was snapped out of his musings and having to watch the tablet slowly be destroyed as there was a soft, “Master,” as Cale, once more looking human slipped into the room. Mindful to only open the door enough to allow himself entry. “The men had succesfully been deployed.”

Luke allowed himself a smirk for a few seconds, untill he shook iit off as he once more glanced back to the still disolving tablet for a few seconds before letting his gaze flicker back onto Cale. “Have you rooted out the other spies?”

Cale shakes his head after a moment, “They and their controller hide themselves well in our midst, I caught a few glimspes but nothing more without revealing myself, master.”

Luke muttered under his breath before waving a hand at Cale, to get him to acting in such a submissive manner. “I will not take it out on you Cale. Just see this doesn't happen again. Alright?”

The human looking Cale nodded his head once as he turned and quickly went to leave his masters office, slipping out as soundlessly as he had entered. Quietly shutting the door behind him, leaving his master to finish his work. But that didn't mean he was off the hook, he still had to keep an eye out, and protect Luke, and do his normal work too.

With a swift and silent pace he took down the corridor, quickly coming to the end and into a larger room that it was connected too. There was no where else here- he had already had them moved, for his master's protection. He moved over to one of the two empty desks and sat down quickly. With a simple gesture of reaching out and tapping a button on a computer on the desk, the machine quickly whirred to life, the screen coming on and showing strings of multiple data on objects and such, going by in the blink of an eye, but Cale wasn't put off by it, infact his work pace was slowed by the computer's speed, not his own eyesight.

He didn't dare glance away or up from his work on the computer as he hastily typed in numbers and words, his hands a blur across the stark white keyboard as the computer screen still flashed data by in a blur. Untill it suddenly stopped, and Cale focused on a string that had stopped in the middle as the rest disappeared. Before slowly, it disappeared too. And then slowly, more slowly than the letters and numbers had disappeared, a fuzzy image began to appear on the screen...

And that was when the power cut out.

Cale could hear muted screams of terror and confusion, even through the thick walls. He was irritated and he frowned, but not at that. At the fact he had almost had something that would have pleased his master, but now, it was gone. Letting out a small sigh he glanced up, amber eyes catching the faint hint of the sun hidden by the other skyscrapers out of the windows. He knew it wasn't a focused attack on the building as the others had gone dark as well.

Letting out another sigh, he stood up, but just because it wasn't a terrorist attack on the Silph Co building persay, didn't mean that there wouldn't be attacks. Or that there wasn't, as usually when you attack a building, you don't blow the power lines for an entire city block...

That and the screams had gone silent. Cale didn't much like that; it meant more work. Not like he would complain.

He was snapped out of a chance to have a few thoughts as there came loud bangings of the door, down the only way in and out of the top floor, it's one of the reasons why he knew his master had moved his office from here to the floor it was before the attack. But what broke down the door and came charging through the hall, did little to inspire fear in him, and he knew none in his master.

They numbered about a dozen or so, hiding their identities with black clothing that wasn't distinguishable from one or the next, and masks of pokmong. He knew instantly what they are and why they were here. Tho the last time he had dealt with them, they hadn't been so brazen as to carry weapons.

The one with a crudely made Arcanine mask spoke first, “We're here to stop you once and for all!” The PAPA member snarled out, brandishing a pretty mean looking gun, but Cale just glanced at the shiny silver object with a blank look before looking to the speaker. “I advise you leave.” He says in a monotone voice, not at all impressed by this display.

“We're not leaving, the creator is on our side! We will stop your slavery and slaughtering of pokemon!” The Arcanine] shouted, and gunshots rang out, hitting Cale in the chest and an arm, and going through him with enough force to almost send him over. There wasn't truely a force behind the bullets, it was more like shock. But Cale managed to stand his ground, and frowned, once the pain dimmed in his mind as he looked down at himself, the body bleeding out around him.

A Squirtle masked figure looked shocked, “You shot him!” He or she exclaimed, only to be interupted by gasps from Arcanine and friends, and when Squirtle looked too, the human saw why. There was a sickening thud as the now dead corpse, fell to the ground. Red eyes blank and white hair soaking up the blood that seemed to be getting everywhere. But it wasn't so much the corpse, that had the eyes of the dozen PAPA members in the room.

It was the fact that hovering, over the body, was a pokemon. Of darker than darkness, a red necklace around his neck. A single blue eye blazing out from underneath a crown of long white hair that seemed to almost glow in the fading sunlight. He reached up with a hand, three clawed looking fingers spreading slightly as that cold, cruel looking bright blue eye narrowed at them.

‘Boo,’ he whispered at them.

There were screams and they ran. But they ran to late as Cale, servant of his master, descended upon the dozen fools, quickly taking care of them, and making them regret not shooting him, though that's what they did. But for intterupting his work for his master.

Though Cale wasn't completely cruel and callous. He ended their lives quickly and cleanly, their bodies were unharmed, but their minds had been utterly destroyed.

He glanced down at the corpses, and looked back at the body that was now disappearing to dust that he had once called his, and let out a small ‘Daaar..’ under his breath. Why did humans always have to cause things to become so messy and confusing.

- - - -

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't. They had thought he had done this! They had thought he had killed Kyogre! They thought he was the one behind the death of the water pokemon and the polution of the lakes and rivers and oceans happening. But he wasn't! He wanted power, he wanted the world, but he wasn't insane! He wasn't a murderer!

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as they had obliterated his small island, his home. Killing his children, destroying his ecuipment, the only reason he was alive was the very fact his children were dead, they had sacrificed themselves, to give him a chance of survival. And Li bit back bitter tears and hateful thoughts that he should never have created those clones with hearts and minds so loyal to him.

He wasn't stupid enough to waste their sacrifice, he waited. And waited, untill they were gone, all gone. Disappeared from his small former haven, away from the bodies they mocked and dessicrated, the life they so easily and quickly had taken away.

Once everything was quiet, he slowly appeared iout from underneath the rubble and the still cooling corpses of the fallen Luatwo that had died to protect them, he didn't even offer the bodies a second look. Not now, he couldn't. He was having a hard enough time to keep it together as it was. And what would he do if he lost it now, he would only throw away their sacrifice.

Has three fingered hands clenched into fists as ocean colored eyes shut tightly. His large tail snapped back and forth as his frustration and anger grew, but it kept it at bay, kept it in check- but a sound snapped him from his dawning rage and struggle to control it. It was a small sound, a very small sound. So small it could have been his imagination.

But he heard it again and Li almost flew to where it was coming from, mindlessly flinging dead bodies and debrie aside once he got to the smoldering pile of rubble. He coughed and wheezed a bit from the thick scent of death and smoke overtook him as he worked. Then the heavy tang of blood in the air deadened his nose and made him feel even more sick, but Li pressed forward. And there, barely saved by sheer luck, was a small, weakly mewling black form.

Li couldn't believe it, one of his little children had survived!

A sob that couldn't quiet be contained, escaped him as with a final heave of his powers, he freed the small form to the world and scooped it up into his arms, cradling the small black object, tears threatening to flow down his face, rage and revenge boiled beneath the surface, but for now he had something to focus on. He had to keep sane, because if he didn't they would come back. Kill him, and kill his last child.

And Li wouldn't let that happen.

- - -​

Pure panic, that was the best way to sum it up. People and pokemon, were in fear and riots were happening in even the quietest of towns as fearful people and pokemon, sensing a coming appocalyptic like force, went mad and wanted to splurge on the last few moments of life. But not everyone rioted from the get go. Trainers who had lost beloved water pokemon, and now grass pokemon mourned. And tried to find things to blame, tried to vent their frustation out on something, someone. But there was nothing, absolutely nothing. And in their loss and rage, gradually, many began to spin out of control and riot, loot and vandalize. Rules were thrown aside as trainers abandond them, their pokemon were going to die so why should they listen to the rules!? They thought.

Watching the madness, the havoc, the looting rioters going on around him, a young man just sat on a bench, in what used to be a park. People had abandond it last evening when everything green had started to wither, thinking it was some sort of terrorist attack. And now it was nothing but a graveyard of dead trees, withered flowers and hard ground.

He said nothing, black hair hanging over his features, hiding his expression from view as he looked not at the dead park, but at the limp, dying form in his lap that he cradled gingerly. There was a weak “Bulba” from the frog like saurian as it tried in vain to open its eyes, look up at its trainer. Who quickly shushed it before running a hand lovingly over the creatures large square like head. “Save your strength, Flora,” he whispered.

There was only a weak ‘saur’ in answer as the Bulbasaur struggled to just breath. She didn't want to die and leave her trainer behind, that's not what you're supposed to do! She needed to protect him, she needed to be strong, not weak and dying like everything else was! But the Bulbasaur was distracted, and quiet easily as her master ran his hand over her head again, soothing her, calming her.

And finally seeing her off as the soothing darkness made all the pain go away.

He didn't cry as he saw Flora breathe her last breath of air. He didn't mind that he was now a mess as the Bulbasaur's body relaxed in death, he didn't care. He slowly continued to pet the Bulbasaur's head, knowing there was nothing he could do, outside of seeing his other pokemon die.

Or that was what he thought.

‘It's a game...’ came whispering to him, on the very wind itself it felt like. He snapped his head up, loss and confusion filling stormy green eyes. ‘It's a cruel game. A sad game. It's not really a game at all,’ it countinued, and the young man thought he had gone mad, before a harsh light nearly blinded him, causing him to yelp and cover his face.

‘Come. To the highest mountain, on the farthest land, where the wind blows cold and the snow never melts. You will find it. You will find me.’

He became scared, but then thought, so what if he lost his mind, it can't hurt. Everything is dying already, isn't it. But he was still bitter at the loss of three of his pokemon.

“And what good will that do!” He snapped, deciding crazy or not, he wanted nothing of it. He needed to let his pokemon be at peace as they died..

The light flashed again, even brighter. ‘The game will end.’

And then it was gone. The light, the voice, the wind. Everything was still. There were no sounds as silence hung heavy in the air, leaving the young man sitting there with wild, confused eyes, hugging his recently gone pokemon, wondering if it had all been something stress had caused him to dream up ..