Well, after probably a year of non-activity, I've decided to post up this, a story I wrote about... 2 years ago? This is the sequel to my first fanfiction, Hero to Zero, so if you want the background to this, then reading that story first is probably the best idea. This is probably my longest work, although not my best. It's relatively linear in its approach, so I feel it's not an excellent piece of work, but hey, it passes the time. Anyways, have fun reading this!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon


Chapter 1

It was a warm day in the tropical Seafoam Islands, as two young men faced off in the makeshift battling ring on the beach. On one side was a teen who was commanding the large dinosaur-like Tropius. On the other side of the ring was the Forest Pokémon, Sceptile. Behind him stood his trainer, a relatively young man who seemed to just have entered his twenties.

"Are we ready?" the man asked with a hint of a smile lingering on his lips.

"Ready as we'll ever be! We won't lose easy, now will we Tropi?" came the reply. "Tropius!" the Fruit Pokémon called out. A young woman, about the same age as the young man, put both hands in the air. "If the trainers are ready, then let's begin!" She dropped her hands, and the battle began.

The Tropius immediately launched itself into the air, the air currents from its leaves whipping up the sand beneath it as it flew. Sceptile adapted a more defensive position, mentally tracking the large Pokémon as it winged about the field with its sharp eyes. Wings glowing, Tropius sent out a mass of bright green leaves that homed in on the Forest Pokémon. Not unduly worried, Sceptile opened its mouth as a ball of dark blue energy began to form. With a hiss, it launched a powerful Dragon Pulse attack that ripped straight through the Magical Leaf front and smashed into Tropius, knocking it out of flight.

Taking the advantage, Sceptile began to charge at the fallen Fruit Pokémon, the blades on its arms glowing ominously. The sand, however, slowed it down, causing it to stumble as it moved. That stumble gave the Tropius enough time to launch itself into the air once more as the deadly scythes cleaved the spot where it stood. Swinging back, Tropius's leaves began to glow as it executed its own Leaf Blade attack. Blade clashed on blade as Tropius tried to exert its height and weight advantage on the smaller nimbler Pokémon. The man could tell the strategy was working, as Sceptile's feet began to sink into the soft sand.

Not worried, he called for a quick Bullet Seed. While the glowing seeds did little damage to the Grass and Flying type, it served to drive the Pokémon back. Smiling, the man called out a simple command to his Sceptile: "X-Scissor!" Laughing wildly, the Forest Pokémon brought its glowing blades forward in an X pattern, blasting the already weakened Tropius back. Eyes glowing green, Sceptile focused for a second before calling on the powerful Leaf Storm attack. The maelstrom of leaves cut at Tropius, immediately knocking it out. Panting from the cost of the attack, Sceptile flashed a smile at the crowd, which erupted in cheers as the woman called an end to the match.

The two young men walked to the center of the ring as they shook hands. "Gee, I guess the title League Champion really means something, doesn't it?" asked the teen as he congratulated the older man on his victory. Laughing, the woman walked over and draped her arms over the man's shoulders. "Don't praise him too much now. He'll get a big head, and that's the last thing we want, isn't it, Slate?" she said mockingly. Pretending to take offense at the stinging remarks, the man known as Slate pointed his nose up into the air snobbishly. "I'm hurt by your words, Gem. How could you say something like that?" he whimpered. Then, the two broke into laughter at the look on the young teen's face.

"Don't worry about us. Just go back to training your Tropius. You've got potential, kid, mark my words. I want to see you in the League one of these days, do you hear me?" said Slate. The teen nodded and walked away. Grabbing his hand, Gem led the League Champion for a walk along the shore, chatting as they strolled through the surf.

It had been half a year since the events surrounding Hunt had occurred. The cities of Kanto had been for the most part repaired, and new settlements had cropped up throughout the area. The Seafoam Islands, previously ignored by developers, had now become a tropical resort which Gem and Slate were enjoying. After the final battle with Mewtwo, the two had expressed their feelings towards each other and were enjoying a prosperous relationship. Watching the childish look of pleasure on Gem's face as she danced elegantly through the surf, Slate flashed back to the day they admitted their feelings towards each other.


It was the day of the party being thrown in honor of Slate for defeating Hunt and restoring peace to the region. Slate was dressed in a suit emblazoned with the League emblem, a large green and orange Poké Ball outline on the back and a smaller one on the right lapel. He had just delivered a speech about the need for humans and Pokémon to be friends and was slightly tired. Speech delivering was never one of his strong suits. He preferred to be out in the field, only his Pokémon at his side, battling it out with the forces of nature. Sighing, he resigned himself to finding the buffet table, hoping that the excellent food would cheer him up. As he walked over to the food laden countertop, somebody walked up behind him, covering his eyes with their hands.

"Guess who?" a girl's voice giggled into his ear. Smirking slightly, Slate reached behind him, tripping the girl up and catching her in his arms.

"I should've known! The dastardly Gem has come to attack me! Whatever shall I do?" he mock lamented.

"You should watch out. I might just make you go up there and give another speech," Gem replied.

"I should never have brought you to the party," he said depressed.

"Aww, cheer up. It wasn't that bad. I thought you looked good up there," she said consolingly. Then, the band struck up a particularly slow song. Seeing the look of longing on her face, Slate asked, "Care to dance?" Radiating joy, Gem nodded giddily. They wrapped their arms around each other as they moved slowly to the music. Looking into her eyes, Slate said, "Gem, you know…" She nodded. "Yeah, I do, Slate." She moved closer to him, and he brought his arms around her in an embrace. They hadn't said anything, but they knew what the other meant.

"Hey, Slate! Look at that!" Slate was wrenched from his reminiscing as Gem pointed out a strange object. "I wonder what it is," he said to himself thoughtfully. The object floated in the air over the ocean, turning around slowly as if it was searching for something. It was a blood red color and had a gem situated in the center of its body, almost like a core. It had tentacles that extended from both sides of its body, the left two of which had morphed into a hand. Two spikes jutted from its torso like legs. As its sight passed over the couple on the shore, Slate and Gem couldn't help but feel as if sparks had just flown through their body.

"What is it?" Gem asked in awe. "I'm not sure, but I really don't want to find out," came the reply. "Yeah, you're right. Let's – " Gem's reply was cut short by her scream as the being flew in towards the two. Grabbing Gem by the waist forcefully, Slate threw her unceremoniously into the sand behind them as he jumped back from the being. Colliding with the sand, the object threw up a large cloud of dust. Running over to the woman, Slate pulled Gem upright. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'd be fine if you hadn't thrown me!" Gem replied, furious. Same old Gem, Slate thought to himself smiling. The two got up and began to run from the mystery being, but the sand made running hard going. With a blast, the being lifted itself from the sand, and after a slight pause, zipped to intercept the two. Seeing their way blocked, Gem and Slate ran in another direction, but were cut off again. Looking about, they saw the mystery being had replicated itself and had cut off all avenues of escape.

"Who are you?" screamed Gem, panicked. Slate was a bit more calm, and racked his mind. "Where have I seen this… thing?" he thought to himself. The many beings merged once more into one being as it neared the two. A voice rang out through the beach as its eyes began to glow blue. It was definitely a human voice, and it echoed mysteriously around the beach as the being channeled the voice.

"Who I am does not matter. Your world will soon be vanquished, and I will be at the head of the new order. But every king needs a queen to grace his hand. Young Gem, I have chosen you…"

"Never!" screamed the girl in return. "My heart belongs to one man, and one man only, and he's standing next to me!"

"Then so be it…" With those mysterious final words, the being's eyes stopped glowing. The voice disappeared. Unsure of what to do next, Slate gripped Gem's hand harder. Then, the storm broke loose. Morphing, the being's tentacles grew sharper, and its body skinnier. Three horns, which sat on top of its head, grew sharper and more menacing. "What the hell?" Slate breathed as the beast stretched and let out a low electric roar. It immediately charged towards the two once more. Grabbing Gem, Slate ran for all he was worth. He was scared, there was no doubt behind it. The beast wanted Gem, and it wouldn't stop until it got her.

"Where have I heard of something like this? Changing forms?" Then, the facts clicked, but a moment too late. Slate was suddenly jerked to a stop as Gem was gripped with a blue energy. Kicking and screaming, she was dragged towards the monster's core. "No! Gem!" Grabbing a Poké Ball from the satchel at his waist, he tossed it towards the beast. "Silver! Take that thing out!" The Ball snapped open in a blaze of light to reveal a silver crab-like Pokémon.

"MeteorMash!" Slate called as the Metagross wound its glowing claw back. Flying towards the beast, it shot its claw forward aiming towards the core, hoping to crush it. It was not to be. Gripped by the same energy that held Gem captive, Silver was launched back at Slate. Throwing caution to the winds, Slate got on top of Silver as the two charged in once more for another strike. This time, the both of them were caught up in the psychic energy as they were pinned remorselessly to the ground.

"Gem!" Slate shouted past the pain coursing through his torso. "Slate!" Gem screamed as she was dragged back. The beast began forming a void which whooshed with an electric quality. The beast descended into the void and dragged Gem with it. "NO!" screamed Slate as he felt the hold around his body loosen. The void closed up as he staggered towards it. "No…" He fell to his knees in despair as Silver came up to its trainer to comfort it. "Deoxys…" Slate growled out between his tears. "When I find out who's controlling you, I'll make sure the two of you pay!" He screamed once more to an unfeeling sky.


"Where am I?" a groggy Gem asked as she got up slowly. She was in a lavish bedroom, clad in a strange outfit. It was made out of a weird black material. "What's this?" she asked herself. Looking about the room, she found her Poké Balls with her Pokémon safely inside. "Why am I here?" she wondered out loud. "You are the chosen one… To be my queen and bring me heirs…" the low voice from before hissed from behind her. Gem wheeled around and screamed as a large man approached her.


Was that acceptable? Hopefully you all liked it! Drop a review, since those help for future stories (this story's already complete).