The Poison Stone
By: The Dark One
Legal Disclaimer: Though I truly wouldn't mind it, I do not in any way own pokemon or any characters associated with the TV show, manga, video game, etc.
FANGS OF ARBOK (prologue)
DAY: September 22, 1767
LOCATION: Venom City, Johto
NAME: Monty Ulenn Carmichael
OCCUPATION: Archaeologist
VOICE RECORDING: Dear Professor. Zellenger As you are probably aware Professor, I have been working for a year and a half Venom City excavating what had appeared to be a set of underground caverns previously inhabited by an ancient civilization that apparently worshiped poison pokemon. The people who worshiped here seemed to have developed an ancient form of writing. Not only that but, the Entire cavern was covered floor to ceiling with ancient words and occasional pictures. I have been able to translate a few words by comparing it to the letter system of ancient hieroglyphics. The result was astounding. According to the writing the Arbok tribe, which I have chosen to call them based on the excess of artwork dedicated to the snake pokemon, they worshiped not poison pokemon, but a magical stone simply referred to as "The Poison Stone". While exploring the ruins further I fell through the floor and found myself in a hidden chamber covered in glowing lines. After I relit my lantern I gasped in amazement. There are few words that could explain what I saw but I will try to. On the walls I saw detailed pictures of something crashing into the planet. Another picture sowed a great war being fought between humans and pokemon. The final showed a great flood covering the earth. Considering the age, these works of art were in remarkable condition. And if this were authentic, it would be the earliest recording of "The Global Flood" myth.
And then suddenly I remembered that the lines on the walls were glowing. In my excitement I had not noticed the small stone in the wall that the lines ran into. I couldn't believe my luck. I had found both the ancient murals and what may actually be the Arbok Tribe's object of worship. Normally I would have been troubled that there was a light source in a millennia old cave, but my glee was to great to think on such things. Besides, it was only a stone, right? As I took the stone from its place, something happened When I took the stone, words formed on the wall. Honest to god, the letters spelled out the word death. Not in any ancient language, but in plain English letters. I was overcome by a great fear and began to climb out of the hole I had come through; I was still clutching the stone. I should have left the damned thing there, but I didn't. The lines on the wall stopped glowing. A powerful wind shot through the cavern seemingly coming from nowhere. I climbed out of the hole and ran as if my life depended on it, which may have very well been the case. I don't believe I have ever been so afraid in my life. After I finally made it of the caves and to the surface and nearly collapsed I saw an Arbok charging at me. I attempted to run but before I even had a chance to think it rushed forward and bit me in the arm. I felt a searing pain coarse through my body. The pain grew and grew until I passed out. I awoke the next morning to find myself in a pokemon center with a doctor standing over me. There was apparently no hospital nearby so after I had been found I had been brought to this facility and found an i.v in my arm administering antidote to me. Thankfully they found the stone lying near me and brought it to the pokemon center. After reclaiming the artifact I noticed everyone seemed very concerned about me and were asking if I felt all right. For such a minor bite the doctors seemed excessively worried. I told them that I felt perfect and inquired about why he was so troubled. He said there was some unexplained skin discoloration and he admitted that he had never seen anything like it even in pokemon. I ran to a mirror and stared in total shock and horror, my skin had changed to a dark shade of purple. The doctor gave me blood test but could find no trace of poison. I thanked the doctor and left the center to return to my cabin. Although I longed to see the murals again, I was very.disturbed after my experience and I was deeply intrigued by the stone. I first examined it under my microscope and found the results fascinating. I discovered that orb was not a simple rock, but some kind of dried up bioorganic poison. While I had no idea how this could be related to my skin changing color, or furthermore why the stone was worshiped, I took another blood sample and compared my blood to the stones biogenetic code that somehow remained in the stone. Miraculously my blood had identical substance makeup. I pondered why this had not shown up in the hospitable test. I began to tire from my work and feeling a bit sweaty I took a drink of water and continued. Taking a sample of normal blood I compared it my own and set the two next to each other under the microscope. Suddenly the two blood samples merged and the cells of my blood overtook the cells of the normal blood. I then decided that the disappearing venom in Arbok's supposedly deadly bite and the similarities between the poisoned blood and the stones genetic makeup were too much of a coincidence. Experimenting further I found that the stones poison overtook and countered the normal poison. I then hypothesized that the Arbok's poison I received earlier from the bite had been taken over by the poison substance. Because of the poison's abilities it had somehow effectively altered my entire genetic code. The entire process had happened quickly with only physical touch of the stone. Through even more testing I discovered that when the stones poison came in contact with another toxin it eliminated that substances potency and purified it into a harmless chemical. The side affects were confusing, but not deadly. I tried using all available poisons but the stone countered every one making it the perfect anti-toxin. Also when the stone's poison was applied dry into the bloodstream, it had a 500% potency. These characteristics could make it a miracle cure or an extremely deadly chemical weapon. I was so overjoyed with the possibilities that I had not been paying much attention to my own health. It was just yesterday morning that I began to notice the changes. I have been so content with my studies that I have not even noticed to my strangely weakening bones and the fact that my skin has begun to soften at an alarming rate. I have been starting to sweat much more than usual and I have had to drink large quantities of water to avoid dehydration. I have not eaten in two weeks yet I feel no hunger whatsoever. Also, even though my muscles and skin have begun to weaken my physical strength is starting to increase at illogical speeds. I do not yet have an explanation for this strange chain of events. Today I stood horrified looking at myself in the mirror. The arm I was bit on has melted into a strange purple blob. Although I can feel no pain I can sense this is happening to the rest of my body. Though my arm has changed very dramatically, I can for some reason still use my grotesque arm even with the absence of tissue, muscle, or bone. Sadly this is obviously an unseen side affect from the poison stone. I plan to put an end to this madness and destroy the stone before it falls into anyone else's hands. I am here in my cabin holding the precious glyph heirloom my father gave me when I turned 12. Ever since then I always wanted to be an archaeologist and solve the mysteries of the past. I always thought the letter on the glyph was so amazing. My father had told me that the letter was actually a legendary pokemon that was supposedly called Unown. Fitting title, the glyph was very old and had been down in the family for generations. I have no children to pass this on to so as I have decided it is useless to me or anyone else. If I die it is best that both objects remain lost. I am setting the stone on the floor as I swing my axe. The accursed stone has now been split in half. In one more swing it shall be no more. I will destroy both the stone and the glyph with one final.....UUghHh.......AAAAAH.....I'm changing.....
Monty was never seen again however a lone Arbok was seen leaving the residence carrying a small round object in its mouth. The voice recording was sent to Mr. Zellenger the museum Curator. As was instructed in the event of his disappearance or death. Somehow the tape was lost in the museum files and the report was never heard. (The first sightings of MUK were made in Venom City, Johto Sept.22 1767. The first Grimer sighting was made at a waste dump two miles from Venom City three years later.)
Legal Disclaimer: Though I truly wouldn't mind it, I do not in any way own pokemon or any characters associated with the TV show, manga, video game, etc.
FANGS OF ARBOK (prologue)
DAY: September 22, 1767
LOCATION: Venom City, Johto
NAME: Monty Ulenn Carmichael
OCCUPATION: Archaeologist
VOICE RECORDING: Dear Professor. Zellenger As you are probably aware Professor, I have been working for a year and a half Venom City excavating what had appeared to be a set of underground caverns previously inhabited by an ancient civilization that apparently worshiped poison pokemon. The people who worshiped here seemed to have developed an ancient form of writing. Not only that but, the Entire cavern was covered floor to ceiling with ancient words and occasional pictures. I have been able to translate a few words by comparing it to the letter system of ancient hieroglyphics. The result was astounding. According to the writing the Arbok tribe, which I have chosen to call them based on the excess of artwork dedicated to the snake pokemon, they worshiped not poison pokemon, but a magical stone simply referred to as "The Poison Stone". While exploring the ruins further I fell through the floor and found myself in a hidden chamber covered in glowing lines. After I relit my lantern I gasped in amazement. There are few words that could explain what I saw but I will try to. On the walls I saw detailed pictures of something crashing into the planet. Another picture sowed a great war being fought between humans and pokemon. The final showed a great flood covering the earth. Considering the age, these works of art were in remarkable condition. And if this were authentic, it would be the earliest recording of "The Global Flood" myth.
And then suddenly I remembered that the lines on the walls were glowing. In my excitement I had not noticed the small stone in the wall that the lines ran into. I couldn't believe my luck. I had found both the ancient murals and what may actually be the Arbok Tribe's object of worship. Normally I would have been troubled that there was a light source in a millennia old cave, but my glee was to great to think on such things. Besides, it was only a stone, right? As I took the stone from its place, something happened When I took the stone, words formed on the wall. Honest to god, the letters spelled out the word death. Not in any ancient language, but in plain English letters. I was overcome by a great fear and began to climb out of the hole I had come through; I was still clutching the stone. I should have left the damned thing there, but I didn't. The lines on the wall stopped glowing. A powerful wind shot through the cavern seemingly coming from nowhere. I climbed out of the hole and ran as if my life depended on it, which may have very well been the case. I don't believe I have ever been so afraid in my life. After I finally made it of the caves and to the surface and nearly collapsed I saw an Arbok charging at me. I attempted to run but before I even had a chance to think it rushed forward and bit me in the arm. I felt a searing pain coarse through my body. The pain grew and grew until I passed out. I awoke the next morning to find myself in a pokemon center with a doctor standing over me. There was apparently no hospital nearby so after I had been found I had been brought to this facility and found an i.v in my arm administering antidote to me. Thankfully they found the stone lying near me and brought it to the pokemon center. After reclaiming the artifact I noticed everyone seemed very concerned about me and were asking if I felt all right. For such a minor bite the doctors seemed excessively worried. I told them that I felt perfect and inquired about why he was so troubled. He said there was some unexplained skin discoloration and he admitted that he had never seen anything like it even in pokemon. I ran to a mirror and stared in total shock and horror, my skin had changed to a dark shade of purple. The doctor gave me blood test but could find no trace of poison. I thanked the doctor and left the center to return to my cabin. Although I longed to see the murals again, I was very.disturbed after my experience and I was deeply intrigued by the stone. I first examined it under my microscope and found the results fascinating. I discovered that orb was not a simple rock, but some kind of dried up bioorganic poison. While I had no idea how this could be related to my skin changing color, or furthermore why the stone was worshiped, I took another blood sample and compared my blood to the stones biogenetic code that somehow remained in the stone. Miraculously my blood had identical substance makeup. I pondered why this had not shown up in the hospitable test. I began to tire from my work and feeling a bit sweaty I took a drink of water and continued. Taking a sample of normal blood I compared it my own and set the two next to each other under the microscope. Suddenly the two blood samples merged and the cells of my blood overtook the cells of the normal blood. I then decided that the disappearing venom in Arbok's supposedly deadly bite and the similarities between the poisoned blood and the stones genetic makeup were too much of a coincidence. Experimenting further I found that the stones poison overtook and countered the normal poison. I then hypothesized that the Arbok's poison I received earlier from the bite had been taken over by the poison substance. Because of the poison's abilities it had somehow effectively altered my entire genetic code. The entire process had happened quickly with only physical touch of the stone. Through even more testing I discovered that when the stones poison came in contact with another toxin it eliminated that substances potency and purified it into a harmless chemical. The side affects were confusing, but not deadly. I tried using all available poisons but the stone countered every one making it the perfect anti-toxin. Also when the stone's poison was applied dry into the bloodstream, it had a 500% potency. These characteristics could make it a miracle cure or an extremely deadly chemical weapon. I was so overjoyed with the possibilities that I had not been paying much attention to my own health. It was just yesterday morning that I began to notice the changes. I have been so content with my studies that I have not even noticed to my strangely weakening bones and the fact that my skin has begun to soften at an alarming rate. I have been starting to sweat much more than usual and I have had to drink large quantities of water to avoid dehydration. I have not eaten in two weeks yet I feel no hunger whatsoever. Also, even though my muscles and skin have begun to weaken my physical strength is starting to increase at illogical speeds. I do not yet have an explanation for this strange chain of events. Today I stood horrified looking at myself in the mirror. The arm I was bit on has melted into a strange purple blob. Although I can feel no pain I can sense this is happening to the rest of my body. Though my arm has changed very dramatically, I can for some reason still use my grotesque arm even with the absence of tissue, muscle, or bone. Sadly this is obviously an unseen side affect from the poison stone. I plan to put an end to this madness and destroy the stone before it falls into anyone else's hands. I am here in my cabin holding the precious glyph heirloom my father gave me when I turned 12. Ever since then I always wanted to be an archaeologist and solve the mysteries of the past. I always thought the letter on the glyph was so amazing. My father had told me that the letter was actually a legendary pokemon that was supposedly called Unown. Fitting title, the glyph was very old and had been down in the family for generations. I have no children to pass this on to so as I have decided it is useless to me or anyone else. If I die it is best that both objects remain lost. I am setting the stone on the floor as I swing my axe. The accursed stone has now been split in half. In one more swing it shall be no more. I will destroy both the stone and the glyph with one final.....UUghHh.......AAAAAH.....I'm changing.....
Monty was never seen again however a lone Arbok was seen leaving the residence carrying a small round object in its mouth. The voice recording was sent to Mr. Zellenger the museum Curator. As was instructed in the event of his disappearance or death. Somehow the tape was lost in the museum files and the report was never heard. (The first sightings of MUK were made in Venom City, Johto Sept.22 1767. The first Grimer sighting was made at a waste dump two miles from Venom City three years later.)