The Night is always Darkest before the Dawn
Sunset
Dark, for eons it has been a symbol for fear, hatred, and evil. But for him it was perfect, it was beautiful, it was hope, and meant purity. Especially now.
Twas the lengthiest dark of the year, the darkest hour of the night, and the day of the new moon. There is no better time than now, or so goes the saying. The dark was his shield, his cloak and it would shroud him from the cautious and watchful eyes of his target, his enemy.
He was hidden, in the near absolute black of the forest from which he kept his steady gaze trained on a large bungalow. His hidden abode wasn't perfect of course, there was still color interrupting the harmony of darkness. The cries and chirps of insects and creatures and the gentle rustle of leaves and the steady howl of the wind still painted a picture of his surroundings. It wasn't vivid but it was enough to interrupt the perfection, of course for his current purpose it was fitting. The low hum of the forest provided his fair complexion with an insignificance that allowed him to watch uninterrupted, unnoticed.
He took stock of his surroundings, the bungalow was mainly unlit save for a single window. He couldn't see inside since the curtains were drawn but the small amount of light that broke through was enough to verify there was life within the home. On the other side of the building a slightly opened window seemed almost inconspicuous in the dark. He scanned the grounds of the bungalow again. Finding that none of the posted sentries were within 15 meters of him he stalked towards the window, carefully sticking to the shadows that shielded him from discovery.
As he stalked towards the window he reflected on why he was trying to infiltrate the building. He was sent to eliminate the man behind the third world war. A man that threatened the existence of the rest of mankind. A man that had been shunned, and disgraced upon discovery of his shameless experiments that gave birth to abominations, monsters in human form. He remembers quite clearly being awakened from his five decade slumber, he and his brothers, and being debriefed on the state of affairs. He had thought that they would never be needed again that his kind would never be awakened and made to do humanities bidding, but he was wrong. Mankind was a stupid race. Two World Wars were not enough for them to learn not to play with the fire that is warfare. No, they did not learn from their past mistakes, lo and behold, he and his brothers are sent to pick up the pieces.
He peered through the window, barely making out the figure of what seemed to be a Growlie. Among the abominations they were his most hated. They could smell him out easily and their loyalty made them tenacious in their efforts to take him down. He'd have to neutralize her. He pulled out his weapon, a Desert Eagle that seemed heavily modified, and aimed. The resounding blast was muffled out by the silencer. She wasn't dead unfortunately, the abominations having abnormal resistance to firearms, but she was neutralized as the bullets were tipped with potent neurotoxins. He wasn't one for granting mercies so he jumped inside and moved towards the body, three metallic blades detracted from openings in his gloved fist, and he decapitated the head. It wouldn't do if she regained consciousness and alerted the sentries posted outside of his presence.
He gave a sweep of his immediate area, his senses telling him the inhabitants of the dwelling were down the hall he was in. He moved silently with his weapon at the ready while the strange blades seemed to have retracted themselves. He moved towards a door at the far end of the hallway which had a beam of light illuminating the floor beneath it. Near the door he could make out three voices, two were panicked and female, the last oddly calm and male. He inched closer to the door trying to pry more of the conversation before making his presence known.
"Master, you have to listen to us! The US and Canadian military's have activated them, they're definitely sending them to come after you!" one of the female voices bellowed.
"It doesn't matter Luciela, I am more than prepared for them," the male voice responded. "However to deal with this treachery, I want you to send her."
"You can't mean!" the one identified as Luciela answered and then calmed down before continuing, "There will be nothing left of them, but are you sure? she will likely destroy the continent and its resources which could be of benefit to us."
"If master says so then it shall be done. He has his reasons, however, something should be done about our eavesdropper," the other female voice said.
Shit, he'd been found out. He was panicked, if what he gleaned from the conversation was correct, the fool Sukebe was planning to send Typhonna to the North American continent. He wondered though, as did the CIA, why the man hadn't sent the great destroyer in the first place. Afterall, it was fairly obvious that the US military was the core of the Human resistance forces against Sukebe and his abominations. Something didn't add up...
The door swung open. In the room were the two females he'd heard, abominations if he would hazard a guess. The one with an aloof expression was a slightly pink tone, and tall, really tall. He could tell by here lithe but muscular body made more imposing by the curled tail that seemed poised to strike almost like a scorpions. His senses were going haywire at the threat she posed, odd, they never did that before. The other female held a slightly worried expression and was obviously the owner of the first female voice he had heard. She had two marks parallel to each other running down each side of her face. The last member, the male, of the conversation was sitting calmly behind a desk and staring right at him.
"I had been waiting for one of your kind to make an appearance, with this I will be able to further my goal," the man spoke. He recognized the man now. It was his target, the mastermind of the war.
"Sukebe," he drawled. "What do you mean waiting for my kind?" Impossible, he thought. How could he know about them? Their history was hidden from the world, from the military that employed them itself.
"Yes, I know very well the attempts by the CIA to hide you. The super-soldier experiments that created you served as inspiration for my own creations." Sukebe replied coolly. "You see your abilities and genetics will be needed for me to further my plan."
Something was up, what could this madman be planning. His mind raced trying to find a reason why the man before him would need him, want him. A terrible thought crossed his mind and all became clear.
"You're a fool! you seek to upset the natural order of things with these... abominations?" he yelled gesturing to the other occupants of the room.
"But of course, only then can my revenge be complete and with your genes under my study it will become all the more possible," Sukebe continued. "Atmuff, why don't you introduce our guest to sleep."
The large one moved quickly and struck him on the back of the neck. And all he knew was black.
Okay this chapter is short but it was intended to be as its really just a prologue more than anything. Chapter one is mostly complete but several elements in my story were changed in order to accommodate a reason for our main characters existence. I'm going to be reviewing and editing aspects of chapter one as its somewhat of a mess. Anyway the things that happened here in this prologue are meant to be hidden right now and will be revealed and clarified as the story goes on. Think mystery if you guys want to try figuring it out.
I chose the pokegirl world as the setting for this story as it is ideal as a post-apocalyptic environment for the introduction of my main character which I'm sure many of you will recognize as the story progresses. Anyway I chose this world due to elements of hatred, and discrimination, that make the world ideal for the main character. The story will follow his struggle and the lives of many others but I won't reveal too much here.
This is also my very first attempt at writing a story so please review and don't hold anything back. I'm not afraid to face the music and will use any insight I get to improve my writing. I have not really set a deadline for each chapter as of yet, however my goal is to post a new chapter bi-weekly which should be a fairly good pace as I intend chapters to be quite detailed but fast-paced in terms of plot. I don't try to limit myself by length but I will say that a chapter won't be done until the necessary theme of the chapter is completed to lead into the next. For that purpose the naming of each chapter is relevant, if you can make out the theme of each chapter as the story goes kudos to you. As this is my first story I will not be writing a lemon story, and will say this, sex will not be explicitly detailed. It will be implied and will only be mentioned when necessary to the plot. That being said, as is the case with most pokegirl stories, there will be mature elements outside of sex that go into gender discrimination, hatred and other things. Thats enough for now see ya!