My first PMD fic, inspired by both animatedrose's Explorations of a Paralyzed World forum, and ScytheRider's Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Silver Resistance. Both are worth checking out.
Now then, this AN is getting reaaaally stupid and boring, so I shall end your suffering and go right to the story.
There was no light. No wind. No sound. All that remained of what was once color in the vast landscape beneath the Pokémon's paws was a shadow of its former self. He gazed out over the gray stone, the leaves blown in some far-distant wind were still. Frozen. There was no movement, except for the Pokémon's soft breathing.
He let out an annoyed hiss. Where was she? The soft and timid rustle of one of his many tails on the dark ground was the only other indication of his anger. The silence was pressing on his ears, and he let out a soft growl as she finally appeared.
"Teaos." She hissed, her lithe form moving across the gray stones as she raced to meet him. The Ninetails was a beautiful creature, and she moved with an uncommon grace.
"What is the news?" Teaos asked, his dark eyes narrowed as he gazed at her. The male fox Pokémon was tensed, as if he was deliberately trying to resist something. There was almost no indication of it but for the small fluctuations in his powerful and lithe leg muscles. He was still. And it seemed to fit, oddly enough, because of the frozen surroundings.
"Black Cavern is in their hands. We could not divert their forces." The Ninetails looked simultaneously furious and ashamed. Along with embarrassed expression she was glaring out, it was obvious that she felt most strongly about her apparent failure.
"You could have done more, am I correct?" Teaos asked lightly.
"I did not want to cause innocent lives to be lost. Surely you would have done the same." The Ninetails let out a hiss. She was angry at her failure, and was agitated by his attitude.
"No. I would have made sure Black Cavern was secured, not to abandon one of our long term projects for some pathetic Umbreon!" Teaos's response shocked her, and she backed away, growling.
"Maybe I care more for another Pokémon's life than you, Teaos, but I will never sacrifice any more lives." She declared, her eyes burning.
"But would you sacrifice your own?" Teaos asked, narrowing his eyes.
"What are you talking about? Teaos?" Her sudden fear pleased him as he stood, gazing down at the female Ninetails with an expression of cold satisfaction on his face.
"You'd never have been willing to die." He stated, his many tails rippling in the sudden chill that settled over the pair of them. Turning black-
"Teaos?" The Ninetails looked wildly around. Pokémon were emerging from the still bushes, Sableye. Growlithe. Houndour. Poocheyena. The canine and crystal Pokémon were advancing on the terrified Ninetails, and she turned to look at Teaos. "Why?"
"I'm getting tired." Teaos replied, the black coloring spreading across his chest now. "Tired of this pretence. Tired of waiting for you to die." The color was branching up his ears, encircling his eyes, which had turned blood-red. "It's time I made it clear where my allegiances lie."
"You- You-" The Ninetails winced as Teaos snapped at her.
"Quiet! Sixteen years of listening to your pitiful pleas, and now I won't have to listen." Even as he spoke, an Arcanine, a Mightyena, and a Houndoom emerged behind him. The Houndoom was grinning, and the Mightyena was baring his teeth. "You were foolish not to see it before. Now, just relax. It will be over before you know it, my sister."
The Ninetails let out a furious bark. "You've lost the right to call me sister!"
"And you've lost the right to live. Now, please die." Teaos turned his back on the female of his species as the hordes of Pokémon advanced. A Growlithe leapt, and her fangs caused it to meet a quick end. But the Houndour were leaping, their fangs glowing with a furious red shine. The Ninetails was soon buried under a pile of canine Pokémon and Sableye. She et out one last furious snarl before collapsing.
The Arcanine stalked over to Teaos, trying apparently not to look at the form of the Ninetails being ripped apart by the snarling and cackling Pokémon. "Welcome into our ranks, general." He smiled.
Teaos smirked, looking down at his right front paw, and the black fur that covered it. A Rattata squirmed out from under a tree root, heading for a hollow. Quick as a flash, Teaos beheaded it, it's blood staining the claws on his paw.
"Thank you, Arcanine. Now, can you direct me to my master's tower? I'm sure he would be enthralled to meet me." Teaos smirked.
"Dialga would be, General Ninetails." The Arcanine bowed his head in a respectful salute. "Now, come. It would not be wise to keep the lord of Time waiting."
Someone once told me that 'We all desire power. But it's what we do with it that defines us all.'
Now, I give you~
Pokémon Mystery Dungeon; Golden Storm
And now, back to the story.
When you're in a forest without any sound, apart from your own panicked breathing, you tend to be a little careless. But the Pikachu was not concerned about that. She was more focused on the fact that a giant moth with green wings was chasing her. AKA, a Dustox.
"What the hell are you?!" She demanded of the Dustox, but it did not answer. It shot a nasty string of some white substance at her, which she narrowly dodged. "Oh, that's not nice." She commented, annoyed, as she glared at the Pokémon.
The Dustox ignored her response and flapped its overly large wings, causing a gust of air, along with some bits of gray leaves, to smack the Pikachu, sending her flying.
"Ow, my freaking head!" She yelped as she hit the back of her head on the base of a tree trunk. She let out a low growl, and sparks of pure static went rippling across her cheeks, a few even discharging themselves from her face and causing the advancing Dustox to recoil. "What, you don't like that? Then how's this?" The Pikachu, standing up, shot a powerful surge of lightning at the moth-like Pokémon. It collided with a sickening crackle, and the Dustox fell to the ground, looking like it had gotten stuck in a barbecue grill.
"Sloppy." The Pikachu whirled around, looking frantically around for the source of the voice. It had sounded like it had come from above her, and when she looked up, something collided with her chest, knocking her about a meter away, sprawling on the ground.
"Okay, what the hell?!" The Pikachu snarled, trying to stand, but a flash of green sent her tumbling into the base of another tree, causing her to cry out in pain.
"You are weak." A figure landed in front of the electric Pokémon, her eyes narrowed as the leaf upon her head flashed. "I would be doing you a favor to kill you now. You wouldn't survive for another hour, much less for quite a while."
"I- I didn't do anything!" The Pikachu snapped.
The other Pokémon smirked. "You think that's an excuse?"
"What would I need to do to be excusing myself from!?"
The Pikachu glared at the other figure, and only now realized what she was. A Grovyle, with her Leaf Blades held at the ready. She bore the scars of many fights, though she appeared younger than her actual age. She carried all the evidence of a harsh life, and she was holding herself with a faint air of superiority. She grabbed the Pikachu by the throat, holding her up by the front of her neck and pressing her into the tree.
"In this time, there are many Pokémon who have become unnecessarily aggressive," The Grovyle stated, seeming to droop slightly as she said it, and a flash of some strange emotion flared through her yellow eyes. "They care about nothing but survival, and they're willing to kill to accomplish that. Anything that moves is an enemy, anyone who crosses their path is a foe. Such is the way of the wilds, and there is no escaping it."
The Pikachu didn't respond, but the Grovyle suddenly let her drop, turning to leave.
"Hey, get back here!" The electric mouse called, looking annoyed. "I don't even know your name!"
The Grovyle paused, her head shifting slightly. "Names are a luxury many cannot afford out here, but you may call me Daisy." She smiled slightly. "I'm sure we'll meet again, Adriana."
Before the Pikachu could even look shocked that the Grovyle knew her name, she was gone. "Okay. Seriously, what the hell?" She asked nobody in particular.
A Noctowl tilted its head as it apparently laughed at Adria.
"Shut up." Adria snapped, looking at the Noctowl with annoyance.
~Scene Break~
Not far away from where Adria was being very confused, another Pokémon was having a little trouble. A few Budew had decided that she was quite hostile just for walking past a flower.
The white-furred Pokémon was dodging Worry Seeds left and right before she got quite fed up and used a particularly large Shadow Ball against the Bud Pokémon. They scattered, squealing in fright, back into the tree roots. The Pokémon let out an exasperated sigh. What was the point of fighting if all your opponent did was run away? Shaking her head, the white-furred Pokémon bounded off, her blue claws sending a few pieces of gray soil flying as she ran, only to have them freeze halfway to the ground, suspended in mid-air.
The Absol stopped running after a while, just walking. She stared at the ground, ignoring the silence. It was a familiar pose to her, as she had assumed it so often before. Her white fur rippled over her lithe muscles, though her ribs were clearly visible.
"…" The Absol looked around, her dark eyes downcast. I am alone. Why do I feel so upset by this? I was always alone…
The black-haired girl held onto one of her backpack straps as she neared the crosswalk. No chattering friends surrounded her. No caring figures of any kind were within sight.
She began walking across the street- There were no cars in sight. She was halfway across when a truck came hurtling around the bend, its horn blaring wildly as the driver slammed on the brakes.
A blinding, sickening pain. A screeching noise.
She tried to remember what had happened after that noise, but there was nothing. She had opened her eyes in a forest. A Nincada had burst from a tree and attacked her. She had lashed out, shocked, and felt a spurt of blood. She had killed. In her first moments as a Pokémon, she had taken another's life.
She should have felt sickened, but there was a new substance in her veins now. Not just the blood that flowed through her lonely heart. There was ice. Pure ice. And oddly enough…
She welcomed it.
~Scene Break~
When one is scared, one often does something they do not intend. Instinct is often like this. And as such, Adria was inwardly cursing her stupidity for throwing a rock toward an odd barky protrusion in the fork of the two largest branches in a tree. The rock had stopped halfway there, but a swarm of Beedrill had come pouring out of the barky object, and sent Adria running for her life.
"GOD DAMN IT!" Adria shouted, her paws over her head as she began sprinting toward what looked like a small hole in the roots of a tree. Diving to the ground, she dug rapidly through the loose dirt, and heard the Bedrills' angry buzzing.
There was suddenly a feeling of falling through empty space, and the Pikachu was suddenly lying flat on her back in a small chamber, lit only by a small glowing orb hanging from a large hook embedded in the ceiling.
Adria was still getting her bearings when a sharp green blade was pressed dangerously close to her throat. "Who are you?" The Grovyle growled, his eyes full of rage. "What are you doing here?"
Cliffhanger. I'm hoping this would be better than Flaming Sky. Now then, I'd like a review or two.