Category: Pokémon

Rating: M

Couples: None

Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery,

Chapter: 1

Copyright: Characters & places © By Game Freak, Plot & OC´s © by me

Author's Note: Multi Chapter Interlude between Sword's Fate and its' upcoming Sequel. Can be read alone.

"Italics" is indicative of Telepathy.

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After everything that had gone down, even a simple dinner was delicious. Just a week ago, the entire world had nearly ended when Team Flare marched on Anistar City – and its' famed Sundial – with a monster of rock and crystal. Had the creature reached the city, all life would have been wiped out.

She sighed lightly at the memory, remembering the end of that battle. It would take the lands between Anistar and the Flare Headquarters a long time to recover from the destruction… But at least they now had the time for such a recovery!

Olympia rose from her seat. Since it was late in the evening, she was no longer wearing her customary outfit, instead wearing a long white nightdress and dark blue bathrobe over it. Her Pokémon had been returned to their Pokéballs and put in the special drawer she had for them and the only thing that kept her from retiring into bed with a good book was a post-dinner clean-up.

"Going to have to wake up early tomorrow though…" She mused, cleaning up her dishes. The walkway out to the Sundial had been repaired and as Anistar's Gym Leader, she was expected to formally unveil it together with Diantha.

However, as she put down the dirty plate in her kitchen, a shudder ran through her body. Her purple eyes widened and her pupils shrunk to mere pinpricks as a vision overtook her. Without the stabilizing assistance of her Meowstic and her zero-gravity cloak however, she half-collapsed against the counter, struggling to remain upright against the mental onslaught of new information.

She saw herself being smashed into a wall she knew well, a dark Pokémon looming over her even as she fell to the ground. To her horror, she could tell that this was a soon future, wearing the clothes she was wearing now and through the window outside seeing the still-closed walkway leading to the Sundial.

Taking several deep breaths, she struggled to get her trembling under control.

"Well, that is problematic." A deep echoing voice sounded in her head. "No wonder you are a target."

Olympia paled, wheeling around to look for the owner of the voice and then gasped at recognizing him; it was the Pokémon from her vision! "What…?" For the first time in a long while, the Psychic-Gym Leader was completely flabbergasted.

"A necessity." The Pokémon's eyes glowed a bright blue. "Submit."

She trembled a touch. Whatever he wanted her to submit to, it could be nothing good if her vision was to be believed… but she wouldn't stand a chance against him.

Her eyes snapped upward. She had to get to her Pokémon!

"I was afraid of that." She barely managed to dodge the Dark Pulse, the attack smashing into the tiled wall of her kitchen. In horror the Gym Leader realized that whoever this Pokémon was, he was not pulling any punches.

She ran from the kitchen out into the hallway, only to see that same Pokémon rise from the shadows in front of the door leading outside. She had to rather ungracefully jump onto her stairs to avoid another Dark Pulse, losing one of her shoes as she clambered up without a second look back.

Only to nearly be pulled down again when the Pokémon managed to grab her bathrobe, the large fingers burying themselves in the dark fabric. Clinging to the railing with all her might, she couldn't keep from looking back now, shivering at the glowing blue eye glaring at her. "Relent."

For a few moments neither moved or said anything, the Pokémon waiting to see what she would do. Then she pulled herself from her bathrobe, leaving it in the Pokémon's grasp as she continued up the stairs.

A third Dark Pulse barely missed her head as she reached the top, the door to her bathroom being smashed of its' hinges. The room itself probably fared little better as the Pokémon appeared at the top of the stairs himself.

However, before the human could get to her office – where she kept her Pokémon over the night – the bookcase in the hallway crashed into the opposite wall, cracking the plaster as it did so.

Olympia cried out in pain; she had managed to jump into the door-opening opposite said bookcase, but her arm had been crushed between the heavy wooden furniture and the wall. Tears filled her eyes as she had to wrench it free, stumbling back into the room while clutching it with a moan of pain.

"Do I want to know why this is necessary?" A different telepathic voice spoke before the wall beside the door was torn apart telekinetically. It was another strange Pokémon, glowing lightly with psychic powers.

"She had a vision. It warned her of my appearance." Her original attacker floated through the door-opening, the two of them trapping her in her bedroom.

"What do you even want of me!?" She demanded sharply, backing away until the back of her legs hit the bed. The pain of her probably broken arm was making concentrating on using any of her powers hard to the point of impossible in the current circumstances.

"Your soul." The new arrival's psychic powers – which had been what had send her bookcase flying – now took control of her body, sending her flying against the wall behind her. A Dark Pulse smashed into her mid-section, knocking the air right out of her.

She nearly cried out in pain again when she fell onto the ground, right onto her hurt arm. A black hand closed around her head almost immediately, throwing her into the middle of the room where she landed in front of the other Pokémon.

It also put her near the new entrance to her bedroom… if she could just… Determined to at least try getting out of this predicament, she pushed herself up to standing and dashed towards the opening. For a second it seemed as if she might have surprised them enough to get the necessary head start to reach her Pokémon, before the first Pokémon rose from the shadows in the hallway, grabbing her face and slamming her down onto the floor of the room.

Half-dazed from the impact, she desperately struggled to free herself of his hold. Her hand was clawing at his wrist, any sound she tried to make muffled by the hand covering almost her entire face easily. The black Pokémon's other hand roughly grabbed her leg, effectively holding the female down.

Her struggling became far more frantic when the other came to float above them, glowing brightly with his powers.

Without another word, he attacked. Olympia's mental defences meant nothing, being swept aside like a gauze-curtain as the Pokémon invaded her mind and started pulling at the very essence of her life.

Purple eyes rolled back into her head as seizures wracked her body, the frantic kicking with her free leg forming a staccato rhythm against the floor. Her screaming became worse, now almost being easily heard through the hand gagging her.

More tears poured from her eyes at both the physical and mental pain.

And then everything just stopped.

The Gym Leader fell slack, eyes still rolled back in her head and her limbs falling powerlessly to the floor. After a short while, the black Pokémon let go from her, returning to floating a bit above the ground.

Both attackers for a while studied the form on the floor and the destruction her flight had caused in the house. Then, by unanimous and silent agreement, they left without a trace.

In Olympia's office, her Pokémon did not have a clue as to what happened to their trainer just a few feet away from them.