RATED T FOR THE FOLLOWING: MILD GORE, FOUL LANGUAGE (CH2 and later.) AND POSSIBLE RACISM.

Well hello everybody! I really did not expect to come back for this chapter, because it was crap, and you know me when I mess up. PANIC. But after chapter three being done and all, I decided,"Oh well, lets get some SHIT outta the gutter!". And the here I am! It was extremely hard to fit time into this, but auh; the hell with it all. Guys, what matters is that this rewritten chapter is up and open to the public. Now theres one small mess up. I just couldn't fit more of crystal herself into this chapter, so I fit a small portion of all three characters... and surprise surprise. The one who started this mess. I can agree that Blunt got a bit more of his part in than Lui and crystal. Just little mistakes on my part. (Plus, if I fixed everything in this chapter NOW, it would take a few more days. I wouldn't like that.) But..enjoy. Review if you can, I need all the criticism I can get!~

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EDIT 1: Grammar check, Edits. LEL.

EDIT 2: Rating reasons, Description change.

EDIT 3 (Huge!): Chapter COMPLETELY rewritten (Yes. EVERYTHING.)

(-Chapter 1/When he changed-) (-December 15th, 1998 / 11:30 P.M - Not real world date!-) (-Third person POV *** Dusky-)

The breeze pushed up against the mansion, howling and threatening to come in. Though it didn't, of course. The blizzard outside wasn't even beginning to let up; the snow piling by the inch every hour. The hallways were dark and all of the servants were asleep; as they should be. Anyone under dusky's command would know better than to say he didn't keep his house in order. In fact, he was very organized. Rarely making his own mess, the shadow made a good living. It was more common that he let his servants make the messes for him. Thats how he liked it.

When they did, he always would forgive them. He would not turn into the bullies that once fed on him. They would either be forgiven, or would end up scrubbing his floors. Under the rule of the dark being, he decided that. Often forgiveness was the choice... because without respect dusky knew that being a leader was pointless. Tonight, he would discover something that would change the fate of the world...something that he couldn't control; And it would crash on him like heavy waves.

Dusky had been reading a book of difficult chemical solutions, ones that would effect the brain. He never thought he would find the right one. One of his right hand pokemon, Guru, walked into his laboratory. The banette had a voice that calmed even the craziest of pokemon. "Evening, master." He hummed as he approached dusky. "Tests are going well, yes?" Dusky muttered back, without looking up from the book. Guru tilted his head, and his eyes filled with confusion. "What was that, master?" He pondered. "I said no, it's not." Dusky grumbled. "You should get your rest guru... you need it." A wind blew that shook the giant shelter once more. Guru now was next to dusky, leaning against the bookshelves. "Master, I could say the same to you... Your eyes tell me everything." As much as the darkrai wanted to deny it, he was tired. No, he was EXHAUSTED in finding a way to trap the mind even after death... for sweet karma.

But he refused to sleep... to put down the book. He wanted to find this combination, and he was going to do it tonight. He was already so close too. "How close are you, master?" The banette asked, rather curious. Dusky smiled, and chuckled. It was one of the last smiles that would ever appear on his face. "Im nearly done. The process is amazing..." He looked toward the rattata on the operating table. "You see, guru... its like they die...but...they seem to be dreaming of something...the brain still functions." The banette looked nothing less of surprised. "Master, how is that possible?" The more curious the banette seemed, the more eager dusky was to explain to him. It was the feeling of importance...of liking. But...banette was his friend. Not his tool.

Dusky hovered slowly beside the operating table, proud of his accomplishments. "Guru...Not even I could question arceus on what is and is not possible." This made the banette chuckle. Guru proceeded to hug dusky, which shocked the darkrai. "G-guru..." If dusky had been able to blush then, he would have. After a few moments of silence, guru let go of the dark type. Guru had always felt highly of dusky ever since the incident where dusky had saved him. If he didn't know better, he would tell dusky he loved him; just like a son would love his father.

"Guru...off to bed. I mean it... I want you to be rested and comfortable." Dusky murmured. Guru was not going to disobey that far, so he smiled and nodded. As soon as the banette left the room, Dusky turned around to look back at the cold rattata. 'He cannot cling onto me forever... sadly...' Dusky thought, his red eyes flashing and the smile slowly dissapearing from his face.

"Now its time to get to work." He growled.

(October 10th, 2013 - That's meh birthday! No seriously.) (-Third person POV *** Crystal/Lui/Blunt-)

She always loved going out in the fields, playing with her friends, and helping her mother out. Now she was here... bringing doctors to their knees. Contamination issues being ordered. What was a catastrophe turned into hell in about 15 minutes. The town in lockdown. No one could believe how fast it happened, and no one knew how to protect themselves from the new disease they called dusky's coma.

Crystal wasn't even the first one to get infected... reports from an unknown area said that about 100 were infected. Strangely, it took about 15 years to spread over to here.. Then the officials lost contact. It was a scene out of a horror movie that came to life. The coma swept through towns picking off victims by the thousands. No one knows the total of pokemon so far that are infected... some are afraid just to find out AT ALL.

At the very moment, crystal lay in her bed, occasionally moving around. They had to get her mother out, or else she would also get infected. Crystal moaned and rolled around, and the doctors had to stun her to keep her as still as possible. Moving seem to made this worse. "Someone get me a blood bag, replace what we've taken from her body." A female doctor would rant. Another docter, a male, was sitting in a chair next to crystal, looking like hes known the worst would happen. He looked up at the female proffesional and spoke with confusion. "W-whats her...condition?" the female doctor didn't even look up at him, and spoke with utter disgust. "We dont know yet. We cant tell...I dont care about her, I have a daughter I should be taking care of at the moment." Well. So much for being civilized.

A few houses away, a quilava was just now walking home. The quilava was named Lui, and it was rare to see him outside. He turned around occasionally to see what all the ruckus was. There were flashing lights everywhere, so it wouldn't be weird to see them a block away. What worried Lui was that it was his friend crystal's house. Whatever is was, it didn't look pleasant. The crying mixed with ear piercing screams combined with a horror that could make a grown pokemon bawl his or her eyes out. 'Ugh...' He thought to himself. 'Arceus, when I finally do go outside, you bring THIS down on me..' In fact Lui was so into grumbling to himself, that he did not see a cop walking towards him. Then both pokemon collided, but Lui fell down onto his bottom.

A greninja growled down at him. "Well for fuck sake, MOVE!" He shouted. Lui scrambled out of his way, and did not notice the greninja slip a tracking device into his fur. "I-Im so very sorry sir!" Lui stammered. Would..he go to jail or something? His panicked thoughts went away as the greninja just turned his back to lui and continued to jog toward the scene. "Stupid idiots in the road..." Grumbled the cop. His head tilted, and he shrugged. He had never met a cop as brutal as that one just was to him; but he was sure he wasn't the worst one out there.

He did not know that this cop was the infamous Grudge Sillir, a murderer wanted for his crimes and beliefs of another god. Althought Lui shrugged it off, and went inside his house for another nap that would last hours. Grudge walked up to the police cars outside the house, and did not expect to be stopped while he was wearing a disguise. A fellow officer walked up to him, and put and hand on grudge's shoulder, which got the frog's attention. "Hm?" Grudge stirred. The officer frowned and spoke with a frail voice. "Sir... I need..to see your badge.." He did not think about this. Where the hell did they put their badges... Oh! Grudge pulled the golden badge off his police officer shirt, showing it to the pokemon. "Here it is, now get your hand off me." The officer didn't waste a second doing so. He turned and seem eager to get away from the greninja.

Grudge walked inside, prepared to achieve a hit and run. Well, this technically wasn't going to be just a hit. A kill and dash, lets call it. His target was somewhere around the room, and that would be the chief. He walked causually to a set up drink stand and bought a coffee. The chief was going to be here any moment, so he thought he would enjoy this kill. He sat down, and took a few sips of the coffee. This might take a while.

(-December 16th, 1998 / 2:15 A.M-) (-Third person POV *** Dusky-)

What dusky currently held in his grasp was the destruction of the world. All in one chemical. Of course, he never knew this until... it happened.

He was staring at one single needle with liquid of control. He naturally GAVE nightmares, so he never knew that it was going to double the ante. There were flecks of blue in blackish liquid, the blue like little planets in a huge galaxy. He injected the rattata once, and it deepened its coma effects. "This is so powerful...I wonder if I should wake guru for a second or two..." He ended up telling himself not to, as he cared too much for the banette's comfort. He started writing down all the effects he had observed in the time he had been in the room. It was absolutely amazing to him, it killed the victim's body but kept the mind alive. Even more, the rattata's dreams and thoughts were creating something. (AGAIN Littlebigplanet reference anyone?) The area that was made kept getting bigger and bigger...It was like a hidden world in the making.

The atmosphere in the room oddly changed. Everything just felt different than the day before, a few hours ago. The rattata's body was warmer than before, but it had no pulse. Things got weirder by the second, and it made dusky wonder if he'd gone in the wrong direction. He didn't make a mistake, not until he put the syringe down. He continued dashing down tally's on what worked, and what did not. The syringe was rolled off the table, and bounced off the table. Dusky noticed this too late, as the syringle hit and stabbed into his leg, injecting him with his own deadly poison. "Argh..no no no no!" He was sent into a panic, and all he could do was wait for the effects. He covered the stab wound, careful to not make another mistake.

He suddenly realized he wasn't going to go into the deep sleep. He felt it. He controlled it. He made the disease chemically and mentally, and in a way the liquid had a mind of its own. Dusky was like its father, and the father controls all below it. That was only the beginning effect. He sat down as soon as he started feeling dizzy. He held his head with his shadow-like arm and his eyes slowly filling with panic. He could sense the same rattata. He didn't know what the feeling was at first, (ANOTHER reference. I get lots of inspiration from games, books, and tv shows I like. This one was from Escape from furnace, the final book in the series. -3-.) But he could see what the rattata saw, he could hear and feel what it felt if he focused on the rattata. The scary part, was that the rattata was under his COMPLETE control. They were both injected, but how did it connect to another soul? Dusky was more worried, and didn't stop to think too much. He was worried on the later effects.

He started feeling different. His emotions changed, and he felt more of a need for control. Like he needed to feed on it. His eyes went slowly from a bright red to a sick black. The thoughts in his head seemed to be cut off by the thought of wanting more power. He couldn't control himself, and fear turned into fury. Somehow he knew this is exactly what he was worried about. But... dusky was gone now. He was no longer him. No, he was just stripped away of his being within 50 seconds. And now all he had to do was infect to control. Thats all that ran through his mind, and he started laughing crazily. The laugh carried throughout the whole mansion, and he didn't care who awoke.

This was power, and it was his. He loved the feeling of being in total control, so much that control of his own mind no longer was existent. He rose from the chair, and floated out the room.

This is where it all began.

(October 10th, 2013 - That's meh birthday! No seriously.) (-Third person POV *** Blunt-)

He took aim, and smiled cruelly. 'Ready...aim...' He pulled the trigger swiftly. "FIRE!" He shouted, and the bullet went straight through the head of his target. Blunt pulled his head back, his cruel smile never leaving his face. Everyone was frozen in fear, and he heard guns cocking. Blunt knew better then to just dash out like an idiot; instead he quickly looked for the nearest cover before they fired. His ass would have been fried if he hadn't of moved the moment he did. Bullets ripped through the air as officers called out orders to kill. Of course, Blunt was too smart for all of them. He had his reasons, whether they were good enough or not. He knew that all who opposed him suffered. So they were all going to die.

He memorized where the gun cocking sounds where, each and every one of them. He always got in fights like this, and he never failed to escape one. To the right, he shot through a large trash can, hearing the officer behind it grunt. That was one down, but there were 3 more. Nothing that the frog couldn't handle. He raised his arm out, and shot in the direction he heard the shots from. 2 yells, and 1 command. He guessed there were 2 down. No shots fired after that, but he could hear footsteps. He knew it wasnt a nurse or a doctor, because they were all crouching down on the floor; begging for their lives. They would keep them, because Blunt had not come here for them in the first place.

A crack was heard, and faster than he should have, Blunt shot behind him without turning around. The bullets hit the last cop, and the pokemon slid down; dead. The dark frog didn't need to turn around to confirm that, so he got up and slowly walked to the door. He didn't look into the eye of a single civilian, not because he was afraid. but because the fear in their eyes excited him. Another pokemon's fear was another treasure for him; it made the frog's blood boil in a great way. Being feared... he loved it. But now wasn't the time. He knew this; he wanted to walk out and be done with it... WITHOUT shooting civilians for fun. Because that was often was blunt would do. He walked out the door, and out into the open, muttering curses to himself.

As he was walking along the sidewalk, he looked back at the house filled with panic and screams. He almost asked himself if he could have done this quietly... but he already knew. He wanted one target, he wanted the chief dead. He did that, but the frog also was aware that he took 4 extra lives in the process. Four pokemon who could have shut up and stayed down. But they just had to be all tough guy, and all balls, but no intelligence. It was...self defense right? They shot first. They deserved their fates...and that was all he could come up with to excuse his own faults.

In a few days, he would move to his next target. The unfortunate being that was a mistake since his birth...but blunt would plan his entrance this time. He had never lost any of his targets, and he wasn't going to start now.

Or so he thought. One day he would meet a being from now as strong as himself...and he never knew what was going to hit him. Or when, in fact.

"No mercy." Blunt growled, and continued. When would he meet his end...?

(-December 16th, 1998 / 5:46 A.M-) (-First person POV *** Guru-)

It started with a menacing wail. By far, this was the strangest sound I had ever heard. It sounded all so familiar, and it chilled my spine. I hadn't been this worried since my close encounter with death...

"No...no way..."

The first thing that was noticed was that my door had been busted open. It was well off the hinges. and under it was a pokemon that I recognized as one of dusky's servants. He did not appear to be moving at all, and like anyone in their right mind, I jumped off my bed and shook this pokemon. The servant was warm, very warm. It appeared to be dead, but in a way it wasn't. I then noticed the first thing was that the pokemon had absolutely no injuries. Just a bruise or two from the impact it must have taken on the door.

The more I thought about the pokemon, as well as what could of happened;The more I just disliked the idea of going outside my room. It sounded like a war out in the mansion, there were screams of agony, and I could tell a room was on fire next to mine from the light outside my door. I looked at the pokemon once more, and struggled to make sense of the event. It took awhile, but I realized that whatever dusky was doing had to do with this. Everything was fine when I had been walking back to my room... so what changed?

'Wait...never-mind that! Where is..."

Thats right, I had totally forgotten. Dusky could be hurt, or needing assistance. My heart would forever be ready to serve my master, and my master was a darkrai who HAD a heart. To those bullies, he was a Halloween costume. But to me, that darkrai loved me, and I loved him back. I prayed to arceus that the pokemon who lay before me was safe, and then raced outside my door into the chaos. In the midst of it, it seemed that something was wrong with the majority of the servants. Alot of them tried to tackle their own friends and others into the ground; seeming to hold them down for something. I looked from left to right, and some were still okay. But they wouldn't be for long. I never stopped to wonder why they were not attacking me as well, but It didn't matter then.

A path of blood traced to the kitchen, and a erie laugh echoed throughout the halls.

That was all I needed to see, as he continued this extreme path to my master. It was hard to believe such a night could go to hell so quickly... When I arrived to the kitchen, I could not believe my eyes. Some servants were trying to eat eachother, and they never stopped. It appeared that they were extremely insane, and I wasn't going to stay around for them. Where did the path even go? Did it even lead to dusky; this blood stained path?

I didn't need to go any further for an answer. It was just more blood, more pain I could not reduce. More pain I couldn't prevent... what was I to do about it? It wasn't a path to dusky, that was for damn sure. All it led to, was a table where a servant was feasting on a corpse. It took every fiber of my body not to kill this son of a bitch... why were they doing this!?

It finally occurred to me... as much as I wanted to go find him...my friend... he could be gone for all I know. He was probably one of these freaks... and he may have been hunting me down as I thought. I walked from the kitchen, passing bodies and broken walls. I swear to arceus I even shed a few tears. I needed to take this chance and get out...to get help... so why did every step hurt me so badly? Again...it didn't matter. This pain was mental, and I was about to feel physical pain.

I never saw him coming, I never could glance at those darkened eyes. Dusky HAD followed me this whole time...and what was wrong with him?

"Dusky! Im so glad your- My sentance was cut off by a move he used. I hadn't seen this before, but instantly my mind was unable to control my body. His eyes glowed, and I began to lose thoughts. He was turning me into one of them...and I had no idea how. "Ma...mast..er..?" I mumbled, and then my knees buckled from under me. The green shade of my eyes turned into a dark red, and I no longer knew what I was up against.

It was so hard to tell what was going on, but I was moving. Moving without my brain to tell me to. He had full control of my body.

I lost my ability to speak first, and I looked up at my master. He had changed... and it broke my heart to see him now. His eyes were as black as the night sky, and the color of his body turned a shade of red. I needed to yell, to ask him why. But being muzzled practically didn't help my situation. And I knew...I was no longer me.

As my mind faded away completely to the grasp of my master, to his emotionless stare; I heard him say one thing. The last thing I ever thought I would hear of my beloved.

"This is where is all starts...Guru." He broke into laughter so cold that it just didn't match his. "Welcome to the one thing thats worse than hell."

I completely fell limp to the floor, and closed my eyes... the energy in my body fried.

"Welcome to the coma...To dusky's coma."

Well guys, I didn't try to make this obvious or anything, but with trying to hide certain events comes confusion. The thing I want to clear up is that the servants dont turn into zombies, they just lose their minds and do whatever their "master" commands. Which in this case, would be dusky. When dusky was injected, his mindset completely changed, causing him to turn into a being entirely different from himself. You can connect the rest of the thoughts, Im done with that crap. Took me 5 hours worth total, in the span of only 3 days. I practically BLASTED through this story and worked really hard. Im sorry if some things dont make sense, but errors help me understand what mistakes not to make next time. I will learn all in good time~

So review, rate, whatever. It helps me understand my own writing and it encourages me to write more. Im not begging, but if you have your free time, maybe write a special review. Thanks everyone, and chapter four will be out sometime in February or march.

Seeya!

-Dylan