Dark Sensation:
Birth Date:
It was a dark, gloomy night. Swirling thunderclouds had long been gathered overhead, threatening terra firma with blindingly bright lightning and crackling with thunder excitedly. Rain poured from these clouds, many a drop clattering rooftops of a quaint Sinnoh village.
However, despite its appearance, this village contained within its clutches, many dark secrets. One of them was about to be born.
A few months after Weavile couple Sekhmet and Ammut mated with such rough, raunchy attitudes, the mother (Ammut) gave birth to Kek, and so a new chapter in the life of darkness had begun.
Solemnly conspiring a conversation about death, Ammut cradles little Sneasel Kek in her arms, laughing in a cruel, heartless tone.
The village of Haraburakku had bolstered in the ranks of its most notorious inhabitants with the arrival of Kek.
Unbeknownst to the Kemosiri family, a deadly cyclone had checked in from the eastern edge of the village, forming slowly into a category four storm.
Fierce winds lashed Haraburakku and rain fell carelessly from monstrous black thunderclouds and scattered across the drenched buildings and other landmarks within the village.
The cyclone roared impressively as if it was some sort of creature and was now occupied with the wanton damage it had the potential to cause the soaking traditional Sinnoh village.
Sekhmet and Ammut took little Kek down into the basement of their house.
Kek screamed in terror, ignoring the pleas of his murderous mother as the nearby sea surged inland and into Haraburakku. This of course was the doing of the monstrous cyclone in the sky.
The harsh roar of the wind polluted the ears of each Kemosiri and water began to drip into the basement in which they occupied.
Concerned, one of Kek's older brothers attempted to repair the breach in the ceiling despite the calls or pleas for him not to go through with the risky mission.
Ignoring the advice of his family, King was knocked to the floor by large pieces of falling wood from the floor above, crushing him against the ground.
Struggling to breath from the immense weight and becoming soaked from the water pouring from above, King looked over to Ammut and Kek, moving his arm out in a plea to be dragged to safety.
Ammut screamed in desperation for her oldest son's well being as Sekhmet rushed over to help the stricken Weavile.
It was all in vain however as a pain of glass fell from above edge first.
It sliced all the way through King's neck and smashed apart as it hit the ground.
King's body instantly became limp and lifeless and his head separated slowly from his shoulders. Blood spurted and sprayed from the stump that was formerly home to King's head, covering Sekhmet, Ammut and Kek and drowned the dusty floor in liquid crimson.
Ammut despaired at the loss of her son, sobbing openly and Kek cried from the grisly sight of his oldest brother.
Sekhmet was on his knees with his hands over his face in shame and sadness.
His guilt over his son's death verberated across the rest of the family, all of them in tears.
The cyclone still roared mercilessly overhead, ripping apart many a village building and flooding it with the nearby sea.
A hole in the basement ceiling allowed the water to pour in, turning red as it landed around the corpse of King.
The rest of the Kemosiri family could do nothing but wait it out until the cyclone passes over.
Fortunately soon enough, the cyclone had gone to rip apart another territory.
Sekhmet immediately rushed over to King's corpse and hoisted it over his shoulders, proclaiming:
"I cannot leave you here to rot. You deserve a proper burial and that is what you will get."
Ammut held little Kek in one hand and King's head in the other, still spurting blood.
They emerged from their now wrecked excuse for a house to a scene of devastation and loss. Kek cried, breaking the otherwise deadly silence in Haraburakku.
The family stumbled across a gruesome scene of a man who had been cut in half straight down the centre of his body, the two pieces lying side by side as water cascaded onto the wreckage of his body from the remains of his ironically bisected house, washing away the blood.
The Kemosiris wearily soldiered on, hoping to find any sort of medical facility or transport.
They had to travel quite a distance through the waterlogged Haraburakku and nearby woodlands to achieve this, locating them in an obscure but unscathed village on the other side of the woodlands.
Apart from King, the rest of the Kemosiri family were unharmed by the cyclone but shaken after having check ups and although they were not scarred physically, the loss of King ensured they were mentally.
However, the family were not done yet with the medical staff, as one refused to let them use a phone and another refused to let them lay King to rest in a burial of the family's choosing, instead insisting a post mortem examination be carried out before being buried at the village hospital ceremony in secretive confines.
Sekhmet did not like this one bit and chose to take matters into his own hands.
Seemingly disappearing and reappearing behind one of the male doctors in question with the use of Agility, Sekhmet grabbed the doctor's neck with one claw and with the other cut across the doctor's throat, slitting it open. As blood sprayed from the wound and re-coloured the floor a sickly red, the other petrified doctor tried frantically to open his room's door, which Ammut had mercilessly locked.
Trapped with nowhere to go, the second doctor had resigned himself to certain death at the hands of the murderous Weavile twosome.
Backed against the door, the doctor was stabbed four times hard in the stomach, spurting yet more blood on the door as Sekhmet removed his claw from the doctor's stomach.
Ammut used the phone to contact another member of the family for temporary accommodation before picking up Kek from his sitting position on the bed and Sekhmet scooped up King's body and head off the ground before declaring:
"Let's get the fuck out of here."
Ammut nodded and unlocked the room door with the key she stole from one of the now dead doctors when he was not looking.
Once out in the corridor, the hospital alarm sounded along with an announced emergency message ordering patients and staff to evacuate the building.
The reason was obviously clear: Sekhmet and Ammut, the two serial killing Weavile Pokemon of whom were covered in blood by various sources.
Screams filled the corridor as people ran and scattered, often uttering various incarnations of:
"Oh my god."
Sekhmet and Ammut made their way down the corridor and as they rounded the corner, all seemed deserted.
Looking ahead of them howeverm stood King. He appeared slightly different from before as his eyes were pure white and he stared at his parents with intent.
"Why didn't you save me?" He asked Sekhmet and Ammut with a loud, warped voice. The two murderous Weavile appeared unusually uncomfortable with their oldest son's shock appearance, not helped by the sight of King's corpse slung over Sekhmet's shoulder and his severed head in his father's right clawed paw.
"We tried. By god we tried, King. Please....." Ammut pleaded, on the verge of tears which Kek had beaten her too, as he began to cry in terror.
"That's not good enough!" King retorted harshly in his increasingly warped voice.
Sweat drops appeared on the side of both Sekhmet's and Ammut's heads and before they could register what had just happened, King had disappeared.
Undettered but shocked to the core, the remaining Kemosiris made a break through the deserted hospital with the aim to reach the entrance. As they rounded the corner to their destination, King appeared to walk between the walls in front of them, not even offering Sekhmet, Ammut or Kek a glance.
"You are all failures. Every single one of you." He snarled, this time in a deep, echoed and demonic voice.
"We are so sorry for our fatal shortcoming, son." Sekhmet responded, sounding deeply apologetic and regretful.
They were just about to wander on when they realised the scenery had suddenly changed.
Gone were the hospital walls and ceiling, replaced by dripping black gunge that squelched sporadically on its own accord. Not only that, but Sekhmet, Ammut and Kek found themselves encased within four walls and a ceiling of dense steel bars, allowing them no escape.
"Wh...where are we?" Ammut questioned in surprise, worrying about their present state of affairs as she tugged on the bars in hope that they would be vanquished.
"It was a worth a try I guess." She shrugged in frustration as the gunge dripped on her from the small gap between the bars.
Sekhmet's face was altogether more serious as he scoped around the cube of steel bars of which within they were still trapped in hope that two bars had a big enough gap between them to fit he and his family through. There was not.
"There's no w......" He began as he turned around, pausing due to the sight of King staring into his eyes from the other side of the bars, though King's eyes were still filled in a haunting shade of white.
Sekhmet jolted in shock from his dead son's sudden reappearance and backed off slightly just as King decided to speak up once again:
"This is where you belong, where you should always belong, in your rightful dwelling in which you deserve to call your final resting place." King declared in his low demonic voice harshly.
"Please, son let us explain....." Sekhmet began trying to reason with him before being interrupted:
"Quiet, you chronic, archaic fool. You know and I know that the Kemosiri family should be left to rot in some shithole like this for the sins we have committed and the pact the family has made with one another." King raged, angry his father would not accept his opinion.
Sekhmet looked down at the ground in thought before returning from his mind and looked up to discover King had vanished and the Kemosiris, with King's corpse hanging precariously over Sekhmet's shoulder, noted that they were back in the main reception area of the deserted hospital, back in normality, reality.
Kek began to cry and sob again in Ammut's arms as his mother attempted to calm him down with a wise choice of words:
"Oh, Kek please don't cry. It was all just a bad dream, an illusion. I promise you, baby that was all it was." She reassured the young Sneasel as she gently brushed her clawed Weavile paw along her newborn son's fragile head. Kek quietened down and settled in his temporary solace and comfort within his mother's restful arms.
Sekhmet meanwhile was altogether more serious and intent on assisting the remainder of his family.
"Let's just get the fuck out of here." He declared bluntly as he pointed towards the main doors. With that, the three of them finally took their leave from the hospital with their intended destination looming ever closer.
Psychologically stressed but ever determined, the Kemosiris with King's corpse in hand, headed towards their close relative's hillside home.