Spiky: Well, hello thar.
This is Tempest, a story co-written between me (Spiky) and my good friend, (). This is NOT a typical pokemon story; it will contain violence, dark themes, death, and strong language. And it contains a lot, repeat, a lot of fake pokemon and takes place almost entirely in a fan-region. Needless to say the characters are original...
Read at your own caution-- if any of that disturbs or is something you're not fond of, don't read. In short-- don't like, don't read. Flames keep our toes toasty!
If you're not turned off-- read on, and we hope you enjoy it. If not... hey, we don't say no to constructive criticism!
Prologue
The room would be dark, if it weren't for the computer screens and lights flashing in regular intervals; sound echoed through the room quite a lot, paper printing, keys clacking, a harsh voice barking orders and insulting the people he had working for him.
The floor was shiny, almost reflective, and patterned like a clear night sky; it would have been very pretty if the room was darkened as it should have been.
Men and women alike paced the room, keeping tabs on everything that was happening; feeds from cameras, tracking maps, data that changed on screens regularly.
In the center of the room, however, the centerpiece of the room was something a bit... odd. A container, clear and solid on the outside-- and yet, the inside was laced by what seemed to be pure white energy. A small purple bubble hovered in the very center, several feet off the floor of it, containing a small, pale dragon; six sharp wings lay limp. Unsurprising; it was unconscious.
"One," a harsh voice barked from his seat in the back of the room, turning to one of the women near him. "What's the status of the First Being?"
"It's gaining power as we speak," replied the one labeled as... well, One, "And it seems more than willing to continue working with us."
"But," came the voice of the only other male in the room - Three - "We've lost the signal of the Second Being," he reported.
"Damn," the first to speak hissed under his breath, making a mental note to do some very unkind things to whoever made the tracking devices.
"Well, at least we have The First and The Third, yes?" another female voice asked, in an almost bored tone.
"Put a sock in it before I rip your lips off, Four."
"Technically, we only have the Third," muttered One under her breath, by nature a nitpicker and attuned to small details. Part of the reason she was hated around here, part of the reason she was accepted.
"Still, we need to at least have a track on all three," Three hissed, interrupted.
Five, who straightened his back in the chair in which he sat, started, "It can't have gone far. And if the Second thinks it can escape us for long, it's wrong. Dead wrong," he smirked, with special emphasis on the word 'dead'. "By the way," he said quickly, whipping his head to the side. "Two," he said quietly, so that only she could hear him. "How is our little secret coming along?" he inquired, a rather unnerving smile on his face.
"We should have it done in a couple weeks, sir," she responded, returning the smile to her leader. "Or at least, it had better be," Two added, growling something about incompetent underlings and 'if you want something done right'.
"The First is helping is, isn't it?" Four shot back at Three, still in an extremely apathetic tone of voice, turning to him. "We have the Third, and we would have the Second, if the idiots we have working for us weren't so..."
"Idiotic?" Two suggested.
"Incompetent," snarled Three, "But still- The First may be on our side, true. We may have the Third. But who knows what the Second may be doing?"
"Nothing much," One muttered, turning to join in on the conversation, "the Third's absence has weakened it, along with some attacks on it from the First. Still, a tracer on it would be preferable."
"If you honestly think that that thing can do much... do you realize what it IS?" Five spat, looking with a look of annoyance at the ceiling, but he smiled slightly. "Without the Third, as long as the First grows stronger it can't do anything."
"True," Two remarked, nodding. "Some other pokémon will probably just... take care of it before we even need to look for it. And if it doesn't, well, we do have other means."
The small dragon pokémon in the bubble lifted its head slowly, coal-black eyes reflecting the lights around it as it blinked a few times.
It let out a weak cry of dispair before it fell unconscious once more.