AN: To who it may concern I do not own Pokemon, Nintendo does. Now please read and review.

Chapter one: The escape

The room was pure white, almost as if it were made of light. Which in fact it was. In the very centre of the room stood two pokemon, the one was Celebi and across from her stood her brother Dialga.

"I've seen the future brother, it is murder…"

"I know sister, I too have seen it and there is nothing but death to be seen."

"So what do you suggest we do?"

"Honestly sister there is not much we can do but to alert the rest of the council."

"Well then brother I believe that is what we should do, I will go north and see whom I can find."

"Very well sister then I will go south and alert Alpha leader of the Unknown perhaps if his troops scatter we can reach them all in time and avert this catastrophe."

"Really brother, are you that daft as to think we can avert it? Where there is death there will always be death that is a fact as true as the universe."

Dialga locked eyes with his sister and for a long moment there was silence, then he spoke. "Very well sister we shall see whose truth is truly true and whose is not. Goodbye sister…" He bowed to her bending his forelegs slightly.

"Goodbye brother." She returned his bow before they both faded from view leaving just an empty room.

"He's escaping! I repeat project 0098 is running loose in the facility! All personnel I repeat capture that scyther!"

It was dark and the florescent bulbs in the research facility glowed with a naked white light revealing all the security cameras mounted in the hallway. It just so happens that if there was anyone watching the monitors as they were supposed to they would have seen a jet black scyther with only one near perfectly reflective scythe sprinting the corridors at tremendous speeds. Why he was there, he did not know. Why he was different he did not know. All he knew was that he had to escape before sunrise. So on he ran through the corridors taking random turns left and right. He suddenly stopped as his eye caught a door with the two letters IX clearly visible above it. For some or other reason the room seemed oddly familiar, the scyther was pulled from his thoughts when he saw a movement through the massive glass window. What he saw made him gasp, strapped to an operations table, with multiple tubes and wires attached to it was another scyther this one was pure white and it seemed to be in pain. The scyther on the table thrashed violently straining against its bonds trying to escape. As he watched the scyther on the table suddenly broke free from its bonds and sat bolt upright pulling free from the tubes and wires and causing blood to flow from the newly opened holes in its body. It turned its head sharply to where the scyther was standing and stared at him with electric blue eyes that seemed to bore into his very sole, it mouthed one word before the room was filled with gas and the scyther on the table collapsed coughing and chocking back into unconsciousness. Although the scyther on the outside could not hear what had been said he clearly knew, the word was run and run he did.

The second time he stopped was not so much because he wanted to, as for the fact that he came face to face with the barrel of a gun. He knew that moving would be the smart thing to do but he couldn't he was frozen it was only the noise of a shot being fired and a searing pain in his shoulder that snapped him out of it. As he tumbled to the ground his vision blurred, sound faded and time seemed to slow down as something suddenly took hold of him and he lashed out with his scythe landing deep and unfortunately fatal blow in the man's stomach. The man in question crumpled like a plastic bag falling to his knees grasping his stomach. The scyther on the other hand merely rolled when he hit the ground and came up on one knee, holding his injured shoulder with his scythless hand he got up and ran but not before giving the dying man one last sad look. For he was not a murderer...

He suddenly saw a door with an exit sign above it, so he bolted for the door... He reached his scythless hand out towards the handle but that hand never reached its destination because it was grasped from below by a ghostly white hand. The miditite to which it was attached shimmered into existence. "Follow me..." The scyther pulled back his hand in alarm.

"What?!"

"Shut up idiot" hissed the meditite "do you want everyone to know your escaping?"

"Sorry who are you?" Whispered the scyther.

"Names Ghost but I'll explain later now come."

He floated down the hall at a steady pace. The scyther after some hesitation decided to follow. He walked quietly behind the meditite who didn't seem to be too concerned with what might be looming around the corner. He floated down the centre of the hallway not bothering to stick to the shadows like the scyther had been doing. As they rounded a corner a sickening thunk followed by a distinct cracking sound echoed through the building the scyther looked up at the ceiling and saw the origin of the noise. What he saw left him stunned, a man was flattened against the sealing with his spine snapped in several places and a bloody wound in the back of his head where it had hit the ceiling. It was a sight to behold. He looked over at the meditite who seemed to be glowing.

"Did you..." He asked hesitantly "I mean did you do that?" He was scared staring at the meditite in bewilderment. The meditite shrugged nonchalantly and looked over his shoulder as he spoke.

"Ye sorry it's kinda hard to judge the speed of an object when using levitate. I guess my calculations where slightly off..."

"Doesn't levitate only affect..."

"Yes, yes I know it only affects the user but I'm not exactly what you'd call normal, now come on kid we're wasting time" With that he quickened his pace down the hall. They continued like that for several minutes neither talking, just concentrating on where they were going. The silence became unbearable to the scyther, so he said, "You don't seem to care what happens to the people..."

"Your right kid, I don't care now shut up and keep walking!"

"But why? Why are you so heartless? "The meditite turned to him laughing a humourless laugh.

"You know kid its funny you standing up for the humans," he pointed to the scythers scythless hand "the same humans that did that to you. But that's not why I hate them, you think what they did to you is bad? Look at me kid and tell me what you see."

"A meditite?"

"No kid look closer..." And it was true; at closer inspection one could clearly see that the meditite in question was translucent.

"You see kid this right here..." he pointed a finger at himself." is what I'm talking about they took me from my family they broke nearly every bone in my body with their experiments and what for, just so they could hook me up to a machine to try and exploit my consciousness."

"So are you dead or alive?" Asked the scyther bluntly not quite grasping the meaning of what had been said.

"Neither ... Look kid I'm stuck in a bed attached to a machine which forces me to live outside my body but stops me from leaving this place. Understand?!"

"Um yes I think so..."

The meditite suddenly stopped and pointed a finger at the door ahead. "There's your ticket out kid, through the door, down the stairs. The tunnel is about 500 meters long and leads out into the forest"

The scyther looked at him with uncertainty in his eyes.

"But what about you what will happen to you?" There was a long pause before the meditate spoke,

"I'll be fine kid now go. Oh yes two other things firstly your project number 0098 and the last thing is when you get out find Sarge and tell him Ghost says there is a war coming!"

With that he was gone shimmering out of sight, leaving only the scyther in front of the open door. Knowing not what else to do 0098 bolted down the stairs into the tunnel and started walking towards what he knew would be one bloody war. It took him several minutes to reach the door that lead into the forest... When he opened it all hell broke loose as numerous bullets slammed into his body at tremendous speeds sending him staggering back and falling to the ground, heavily bleeding. It is then when things got weird his world went black and so did that of the men who shot him, when the light returned the men were standing alone pointing their weapons at a pool of blood but project 0098 was nowhere to be seen.

AN: Well I hope the writing goes better this time than it did last, but I think I'll finish it this time. So thanks again to fanfiction user NeverBeforeOrAgain for the nice review that got me writing again. Oh and who can tell me from which song I quoted Celebi's first line?