Fragile / Pictures of Silence / Melting the Skies
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It was a war of
slow destruction
Gnawing away at
the flesh of Mother Nature
Between two
selfish souls; the God of the Land, and the Goddess of the Sea.
They had a
master, the God of the Sky, heavens, and all that below and above
Earth, that would enthrall in their every battle… enjoying each bit
of flesh that was torn, each drop of blood that was made, and the
whole dying world in the power of it's hands…
Two other
mystical creatures resembling red and blue dragons, forged two
powerful orbs in the depths of the Cave of Origin:
The red orb to
control the Sea Goddess, & the blue orb for the Land God.
From then on,
the gods and their wrath would rest in peace…
until now.
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"Yes sir." Axel stepped back and bowed, showing courtesy to his master. Bruno on the other hand, wasn't so impressed.
"WHAT ABOUT US!" He lurched his left foot forward in rage, fist and jaws clenched. The man in dimness remained calm. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO GET OUT OF IT! HUH? ARE WE JUST SOME FUCKING PUPPET TO YOU? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING TO…"
"SILENCE, FOOL!" A tall, thin man with sleek, black hair tied in a tight ponytail behind his face, and dark, macabre cat eyes strutted forward out of the blackness; booming with no expression. "That, or I shall feed you to my dear Borknagar." He leered slightly and rubbed the muzzle of his snarling Houndoom as it too, came out of the shadows.
Bruno, muscular and raw looking, at times stubborn and too strong for his own good, knew his place, and backed down, his cold brown eyes softening a bit…a bit.
"Ye—ye-yes… Archie—SIR! I mean sir!" Archie didn't send his carnivorous vermin back as Bruno had hoped, but he relaxed his face to its usual monotone structure.
"Come now Bruno, why so nervous? Just a second ago, my, you most absolutely seemed to think you had the authority of Rayquaza… speaking of which…" He stepped behind the two men, his footsteps echoing on the hollow indigo tiles. Axel, the more obedient one, just stared at the floor, where as Bruno, who didn't like the nervous comment, turned around, his fury back in full force.
"NOW WHAT! YOU JUST MAKE A REMARK LIKE THAT TO WALK AWAY! WHO'S COWARDLY NOW! WHY I OUGHTA…" Archie faced toward Bruno, smugly. Smoke seemed to be fuming from Bruno's ears, and his gait was unsteady. Borknagar growled and began to reel at Bruno, but Archie put up his hand in protest, and looked back at the plain wall behind him. Using the other unoccupied hand, he took up a switch and immediately, light flashed into the wall as a picture came on screen.
"Do you see my vision now?" Archie beamed. Bruno wasn't satisfied.
"Oh c'mon boss, its just some lard, metal-y blue thing that looks like it could really kick some ass…I mean I don't see what it has to do with controlling Rayquaza." Axel took his gaze off the tile and shuffled around, believing it to be safe. "I agree, sir. What are you trying to say?"
"Kyogre," Archie began, "is the key to making the Earth fit for more…the damp of things, one might say." He took a quick look at his fingers, rubbing the pointer and ring one together, and then sought back at the lively screen. "To awaken that beast…" he heaved thoughtfully, "would ensure a lifetime habitat for those who can step into liquid." He came a bit closer to his confused employees and whispered harshly, "survival of the fittest."
Archie turned off the screen and huddled the two men together. "The power of that sea goddess is unimaginable. I chose you two for this because you are my strongest minions. Gather up the troops. We need to awaken this bastard, do you understand?" Archie cocked his long, thin brow.
"I thought it was female…" Axel commenced but Bruno nudged him out of the picture, presenting a colossal, conniving smirk. "Yes, your liege. We most utterly, most completely, understand exactly what you mean, and we plan to do something about it." Archie simpered haughtily. "Excellent."
X
"'Effing boring this stupid, queer little town is, yeah that's what." Xyza grumbled to herself as she unpacked her room with the littlest effort possible, throwing her clothes all over & even setting her computer on top of her bed, which was really just a black futon (just as she pleased, to her mother, Debra's disdain) with red sheets and lacking any support. Xyza lazily flipped her lengthy ebony hair out of her face as she threw a stuffed Murkrow at random.
"Oh you'll love it there! It's so quiet and peaceful, away from 'mass herds of civilians' as you call it bah, bah MY ASS!" She tossed her alarm clock somewhere to the left and didn't even move a muscle when it crashed into something fragile. "I didn't mean OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF FITCHING NOWHERE DEBRA!" Xyza dumped the rest of her remains in a cumbersome pile and threw the box down the stairs hastily; Xyza traveled light. An irritated cry from down below followed by a colorful array of four letter words pursued almost immediately after.
"Hmm. Not bad." Xyza mused at the mystery man from below. "You could really use some of that colorful wording in excellent writing you know. Maybe even in learning a different language!" Grunt from beneath the staircase. Xyza scooted a trickle nearer to the stairway, but not close enough to be seen. "Yeah! That's the spirit! You could like, learn Caveman or, OH! Chinese! I've always wanted to learn Chinese… ho-fut soy sauce… mm yeah, that's good talk there." The man downstairs was not awed. "Look here little miss, I'm just trying to do my job by helping you people move in here, and I have ENOUGH problems being yelled at by this schizoid obsessive compulsive bit…err…control freak and then I'm hit by a box… in the kisser." He mumbled the last part painfully. Xyza just shrugged, though he couldn't see it.
"Damn man, it was only cardboard. Only cardboard…"
"Xyza! What on Earth…? Are you bothering the movers, again?" Xyza's mom had piercing hazel eyes that could throw off even the most malevolent felon in all of the Earth… or at least Hoenn.
"Hey! Where'd you come from?$!" Her mother did not reply at her daughter's surprised reaction. Xyza mumbled to herself she should've known better, mothers were creepy-ish like that, practically appearing and disappearing into thin air and stuff. She continued to debate anyway as the 'look' on her elder's face did not change, obviously needing an answer. "WHAT! It was only cardboard! Besides…you won't let me take my anger out on you, on my bedroom furniture…"
"Your bedroom furniture?" Her mother rose an eyebrow in amusement.
"YES, my bedroom furniture, thanks, AND not even on my old poop of a father who's not even in the same damn town as us…"
"XYZA!"
"Well it's TRUE! If it weren't for him wanting to be interested in pokemon shit in the first place I could've stayed in Johto and…"
"What, and what?"
"Well, damnit! I don't know… I mean… c'mon Debra!"
"Mom…"
"Yeah, yeah, ok… mother, can't I at least take my intense anger out on the stupid movers?"
Debra paused. "That one you threw the box at did call me a schizophrenic OCD…"
"SEE! They're mafia! I KNEW IT! LEMME AT 'EM!"
"Your testimony is amusing, but just because they are foreign doesn't mean they're mafia men honey, and please, control your language! You sound like an immature teen, not a lady. You'll never get anywhere speaking like that."
"I AM AN IMMATURE YOUNG ADULT! SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLDS ARENT ADULT, WE ARE YOUNG ADULTS, THANKS. Um… anyways, yeah… I figured… but…"
"No. Case closed." Xyza's mother gave her another death glare before strutting downstairs, blabbering something to the movers about how the garbage can was turned left instead of right like she liked it.
Xyza stalled at the irony of the situation, and then gave her room a once over.
"What a fucking mess. I should clean it…" She squinted her eyes and scoffed. "Nah. It can wait. I think now would be a good time for me to be going to take a walk." With that statement, she climbed out the window of her second story chamber, James Bond style.
X
"So basically…" Xyza pulled out her map of LittleRoot, marking her general spot (which was in the middle of 'town'… if anyone could call it that) with her pointer finger, "LittleRoot has one neighborhood, where I live, yep, and um, it has… a Lab… a house next to the lab…a lab…a lake…a lab…gwar. Wow. A real thriller." Xyza took a breath and then threw down her map in vain, thrashing it with her massive combat boots.
"TAKE THAT YOU STUPID DAMN CONFUSING SON OF A BIT…"
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" A young boy wearing a purple sweater way too big for him and torn up jeans ran frantically in circles. Xyza had no idea what to do.
"Um…"
"HEY! YOU!"
Xyza blinked. "Me?"
The kid crossed his arms irritated, still fidgeting. "No, the Poochyena behind you… -gasp- LOOK! THERES A POOCHYENA BEHIND YOU!"
"What's a Poochyena?" Xyza asked herself calmly, blinking. She could see by the look on the kids face, it wasn't something cute and fluffy. She panicked, preparing herself for the worst.
"OH CRAP! UM…WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!"
"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! RUN!" The kid began to stumble away, but turned around one last time to desperately shout, "IF YOU MAKE IT OUT ALIVE pant pant THERE'S A PACK OF THEM TO THE LEFT! THE PROFESSOR IS BEING RIPPED TO SHREDS! HELP HIMMMM!"
With that he was gone, and a baffled Xyza dared to peek at the drooling, snarling purple dog-thing behind her (she had never seen anything like this before; she obviously knew what pokemon were, but she came from Johto, so any pokemon in Hoenn were… at the moment… unknown to her knowledge). "GAH! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU DUMBFUCK!" She kicked it in the face and ran for her life, unfortunately to the left, which she was trying to avoid in the first place…
"Hot damn! That man's bleeding!"
The "Professor" had a huge gash in his leg, red ooze seeping all over. He didn't look like he was going to make it out of that crowd of wild Poochyenas.
"HOLY RAYQUAZA! What am I supposed to do?…um…" The professor rose out of the cluster, blood clumps in his scruffy brown hair and blood stains on his white lab coat; he looked ghastly. Xyza knew the man needed to be in the arms of professional help right away, but even though her dad had been with pokemon often, she never had anything to do with it…
She was hopeless.
"Hey! You! Please!" The professor screeched at Xyza as she stood there, paralyzed in shock. He dodged two of the Poochyenas jumping at his kneecaps. "There's a bag…" he ducked again "…over there!" Xyza spun in circles recklessly. "LOOK! THE KHAKI BAG BEHIND YOU! PLEASE HEL…" He went under, deep into the abyss of purple fuzz and bloody fangs. Xyza tried her best to find what she needed.
Bag…hmm...well… there's one…it's khaki… it's a sling bag…there's a pokeball…no…wait…yes? YES! THAT'S IT!
Xyza rushed over to it and grabbed for the pokeball that had spilled out, but she tripped over it and it rolled down the hill towards the lab; Xyza did not have time to chase after that thing.
"UNMPH!" She kicked the bag in second attempt and surely enough, another pokeball reeled out. Immediately, a flash of pink light turned into a little blue, frog looking pokemon in seconds. Xyza was simply astounded.
"Mud! Mudkip! Kip?"
It seemed to be as puzzled as Xyza. "I know buddy, um, boy?" It growled "It?" It growled even more, showing it's sharp little teeth. "Oh crap, um, Girl?" The Mudkip calmed down and relieved, Xyza pointed to the chaos going on right next to them.
"That man needs help!" It didn't look like it understood. Xyza gritted her teeth in frustration. "ATTACK!" It stood there and blinked. Xyza fumed. "ATTACKATTACKATTACKATTACK!" Xyza grew very, exceedingly irate, and it showed in her expression. The Mudkip ran out of there before anyone could say 'sushi.' A few water sprinkles came down on the pack, and they backed off a bit, but it didn't seem to be enough; so Mudkip tried again, unfortunately, to the same result. The brave little pokemon took its chances, glowing red and sprinting furiously at the Poochyenas. Obviously, this wasn't the only thing that would be happening.
"Tree! Ko!" A lizard looking pokemon cried, its miniature (yet sharp) claws poking out of its fingers as it leaped towards the enemy.
"Scratch them up, boy!" A muscular kid with a red bandana and shoulder length, dirty blonde hair (that stuck-up and came over his face… strangely…) stood there in triumph. "That'll teach them to mess with my father." Xyza shook her head in disbelief. "Your father?" He looked at Xyza nonchalantly. "Yes ma'am, he's my father…" he checked her out and she lowered her eyebrows at him "…and I'm Brendan Birch." Xyza huffed cantankerously, but he didn't seem intimidated. "Who exactly are you, you fine, pretty lady?" She crossed her arms, annoyed. "I'm Xyza Haruka, and I think you should treat me with a little more respect, because if it weren't for me, your father might be dead." He stopped smiling. "Hey now, that's not funny. I was the one that came and scared those Poochyenas off with my Treeko. See? Look." She looked. So that's what they're called. The Poochyenas were scampering off, knowing that if they stayed any longer they might as well go to the flies. The two tired, little pokemon were trying to comfort the professor who was laying practically unconscious on the ground.
She sneered. "No, I was here first with my…my…um…pokemon. Yeah."
"What the hell?" He gaped his mouth and ran a hand through his shiny mane. "That's your Mudkip?" They stood in silence monitoring the Mudkip. Mudkip! Xyza straightened up with a tad more confidence. "Um, yes, that is mine, not yours. I'm afraid you'll uhh… have to get your own Mudkip now. Mmhm."
He scoffed. "That's impossible. There's only one of those kind of pokemon each; Treeko, Mudkip, and Torchic. They just happen to belong to my father, the professor… so, the only way you could have one of them is…damn! You must have stolen it."
Xyza stomped her foot in oblivion. "WHAT THE HELL! IM NOT A GODDAMN STEALER! YOUR FATHER… oh, excuse me, the professor asked me to grab a pokeball out of his bag when he was being attacked and I was just strolling by, since I just moved here and all…"
"Well that explains a lot."
"SHUT UP! Anyways yeah, and I did as he asked, but the one I first had in mind had rolled away…HEY! Wait a minute! That means you must have stolen that Treefy…Trofo? Troloko? Treeso? Um…"
"Treeko, and I didn't steal it. That's ridiculous. The professors my father, you moron."
"Yeah, yeah SHUT UP! I knew that… Treeko… was its name, ok."
They paused, and after about fifteen seconds she leaped after him heedlessly. "YOU BASTARD! MAYBE IF YOUR BRAIN WAS AS BIG AS YOUR EGO YOU WOULD BE SOMEBODY IN LIFE, BUT NO, YOU LIVE IN THIS CRAPPY ASS LITTLE TOWN AND…" "Brendan…Bren…" A raspy voice huffed from away. "Father!" Brendan practically shoved Xyza to the ground, not being able to forgive the guilt that had weld up inside him at that very moment; he had forgotten his father. Over a stupid girl…a stupid, blasphemous moron who probably couldn't tell the difference between a piece of dirt to a slice of cake.
"Hey pops, how are you?" The professor grunted in pain as Brendan put his hands under his fathers limp figure, attempting to lift him up from the ground. "Ungh, damnit, he's too heavy, and, hell, there's blood everywhere…" He set his father down in defeat. "I'm going to need some help here…Treeko? Mudkip?" The two pokemon shook their heads; they were too petite.
"Hey." Xyza plopped in the mud next to Brendan. He winced. "Listen, hun, I don't think this is the job for you, so take your little black skirt and white corset out of here, I don't think you want to get them dirty now." Xyza had to restrain a lot not to slug him right then and there. Looks didn't have anything to do with a person's inner strength! She took a deep breath, her sky blue eyes shimmering with exasperation.
"Ok, 'hun'." Xyza sat on her knees and Brendan just gave her a look. "I have probably been through more tough shit then you have, so listen up." Brendan tried to protest, but she kept talking. "Even though I really, really, shouldn't be helping you, I know that the professor isn't a complete jerkoff… like you… and…hell we've wasted enough time!" She stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt off her knees. Xyza then bent over slightly, and she took firm hold of the professor's feet. "C'mon." She coaxed. "It shouldn't be that hard." Brendan nodded firmly and thus began the effigy.
AUTHORS NOTE: Hola :D first of all, be sure to review, please and thank you :) Second, this story mostly follows the Emerald (game) plotline, but I've switched a few things up a bit, and added my own characters, and my own little pieces here and there… like, there's no Wally, and the heroine (Xyza… pronounced Z-aye-uh) doesn't fight gym battles, just the felons she has to face in order to survive…some other trivial stuff I thought my story could do without :) I also warn you that there is quite a bit of language…if you don't appreciate that, please don't read :) Anyways, I hope you like the story, although it starts out… uh… slow? Sorry 'bout that. The chapter names are from …and oceans song titles, I thought they were rad :D Well, like I said, go review! I have the first two chapters done. Right. The third chapter is currently in work…it should be finished soon.
Adios amigos :D