Woohoo! I finally get to post this up! YAY FOR ME! SLOWER UPDATES BECAUSE OF MY GREEDINESS! :D *shot* jk. Well I'm not going to update much slower than I already am. I mean, I am going to start school soon anyways. I'm having difficulties on other ones…so yeah, I started working on this fan fiction. =w=
Summary: Dawn Berlitz is a respectable detective, closing every case she's encountered. But, when a mysterious murder case pops up, she is partnered up with a strange witness. Before she realized it, she was pulled into a dark game of love and death.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked; I wasn't working on a video game or anime er...manga. So, please, just tell me that you KNOW I don't own Pokemon.
I took in a deep breath and jumped; I plummeted a few thousand feet, enveloping myself in darkness.
The loud sound of the wind ripping underneath me was all I could concentrate on.
I grabbed something from my pocket and shot it like a gun.
A large wire shot out, attaching to the cliff.
I reached the edge and climbed onto the other side without a struggle.
Slowly, I stood up and brushed my pants. I didn't even turn around to see the damage I've done.
All I knew was that there were millions of slaughtered bodies behind me.
The stench of the carcasses started to rise as I walked back to the town.
The wind whipped behind me, blowing the dust into my eyes. I pulled up my jacket a bit more, hiding the cruel smirk that grew on my face.
:~CLUE~:
Chapter Zero: His World
~Dawn's POV~
I sighed and looked up from my work right in time for someone to burst into my room.
"What?" I grumbled and rubbed my temples.
"THIS!" Barry shouted and dropped a large stack of papers on the table.
I groaned and glared at him. "Why me?" I asked with a frown.
"Everyone else turned it down because they were afraid for their lives." Barry quoted and gestured his fingers in the air like quotation marks.
"What…is this?" I questioned and picked up a file and gingerly opened it up.
"The mass murder of the century." Barry started from behind me shoulder. He looked at the file as I skimmed through it.
"MILLIONS?" I shrieked and felt my heart jump when I saw the picture of thousands of bodies strewn on the ground.
"How…" I felt my hands shake. The folder jumped up and down, making it harder for me to read. "Not one scratch, bruise or internal wounds…" I gasped. My heart thumped wildly in my chest.
I jumped up from my seat and stormed my way over to the director's office.
The brown haired man swiveled in his chair. "Yes?" He said flatly.
"I'll take it!" I shouted and slammed the files on the desk.
The man smirked and looked at me with an amused expression. "Well, I was pretty sure you would."
"Shut up Gary." I snapped and crossed my arms.
"Psh, yeah, but Drew, May, Leaf, Ash, Misty and them all rejected it." He shook his head. "I guess you tend to take the craziest cases." He nodded and closed his eyes.
"So…" I whined.
"Fine." He crossed his arms and slumped into his chair. "I'll have you meet with the witness in a few." He grumbled something incoherent to himself and gestured to the door.
I slipped outside the office to bump into one of my friends. Literally.
"Ack!" May cried as she dropped a few files on the floor.
"Sorry May!" I yelped and helped her pick the files up.
She looked up from the ground and gave a weak smile. "It's okay."
"May~!" A high-pitched voice called from behind her.
"Oh god…" I mumbled and suddenly felt sympathetic for my friend.
She twitched but put on a weak smile before she turned around. "Yes Harley?" She growled.
"Oh, Hun, I just wanted to let you know that I need those files." He picked at his perfectly manicured nails.
"Sure." May snorted and turned the other way.
Harley huffed and turned around too.
"Hm…must be because of their 'I love Drew' rivalry." I giggled to myself and set the files back on my desk.
I looked though the files once more, noticing a sheet of paper with three letters, darkly scrawled onto it.
'Die.' I read.
"Hm…looks like someone already knows too much." I furred my brows and slipped the piece of paper in my pocket.
Someone knocked on my door lightly. For sure it wasn't Barry.
I sighed and glanced at the window. A dark shadow stood behind the door, making me raise my brow.
"Come in." I called and pushed back my chair.
The person walked in right when I sat down. His purple hair was shoulder-length and shaggy. His onyx eyes were dull, definitely hiding something.
I cocked my head to the side and looked at him.
"Paul Shinji." He grunted and stuck out his hand.
I took it reluctantly and shook it slowly. "So…you're the witness I'm guessing." I questioned.
"Yes." He grunted.
"Do you know how this happened?" I asked.
"No." He replied flatly.
"Nothing?" I urged again.
"No." He sat down on the seat across from me, and crossed his arms.
"Did you see the person who killed them?" I gritted my teeth, starting to get annoyed by his short responses.
"Yes." He grumbled.
"Explain." I pulled out a notepad and a pen.
He hissed something incoherent, but began to tell me what he knew. "He was about six feet tall, he had a strong build, and he looked scary."
I groaned and threw my pen at him. "You suck!" I hissed and stormed out the room.
Paul just sat there with an expressionless face.
"GARY!" I snarled. "You're dinky little witness doesn't know a-," I started, but Paul entered the room.
Gary shot him a look, but he shrugged.
I whipped around and faced him.
"Look here, you better tell me everything you know, or else I'm going to kick you out." I hissed.
He shrugged again and faced Gary. "This woman is crazy, and I can't work with her." He said flatly.
I felt my skin prickle and I shot him a menacing glare. "What did you say?" I grabbed his shoulder and glowered at him. "Don't say I'm crazy." I hissed.
Gary stood up and sighed. "Stop fighting. I want to get to the bottom of this case as fast as I can."
"So do I." Paul and I said at the same time.
I glared at Paul, but he shrugged it off again.
There definitely is something strange about him…I bit my nail and furred my brows, trying to think.
"I'll take you to the murder site." He replied calmly; His face unemotional.
"Sure!" I replied quickly, not knowing what else to say.
Gary smiled and pushed Paul towards the door. "Well why don't you get a head start? I need to talk to Dawn real quick." He mumbled nervously.
Paul didn't reply, instead he just casually walked out the door.
After he shut the door behind him, Gary slumped into his chair. "That guy gives me the creeps." He muttered.
"He's not that scary…" I retorted.
"Whatever. Anyways, I need to give you these files. Don't let anyone see them. It gives you more information on the killer." He whispered.
I closed my eyes and snatched the files up. Gently, I laid them in my bag.
"Don't let anyone see them, and definitely don't die. If you do, it's possible that you will put the whole world in jeopardy." Gary grumbled darkly, resting his chin on his clasped hands.
"I won't!" I reassured and patted Gary's spiky brown hair. I started towards the door.
"Just don't." He shook his head.
"I won't die, I swear." I growled with my back towards him.
I left quickly, hoping for no more interruption. I almost ran into Paul along the way.
"Watch it." He hissed, his onyx eyes showing annoyance.
"Well sorry, I didn't know that you had a-," I started a retort, but he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door.
I sighed, but followed him slowly. He stepped outside our office, greeting the run-down town with a sign.
"Hey, don't be so mean to Twinleaf!" I shouted.
"Whatever." He snorted and threw out a poke ball. A large black Murkrow appeared. Paul threw me over the bird Pokemon and sat in silence while the black bird became airborne.
I was about to say something, when I felt the altitude drop sharply. I grabbed the bird around the neck, and felt it tense. I patted it softly and smiled.
Paul snorted and hopped off first, even though we were about, a hundred feet from the ground.
I raised my brow and hopped of after Murkrow landed. He ignored me and returned Murkrow quickly, without any thanks.
"You shouldn't treat your Pokemon like that." I hissed.
He shrugged and grabbed my wrist once more. He dragged me to a large cliff overhanging a thin river.
"What's so great about this place?" I murmured.
Paul pointed to the other side of the cliff, it hit me then that a strange, pungent smell of blood was strong.
"What…," I started and lifted my head.
Thousands of piles of bodies stretched over the land. You could barely see the earth underneath all the people.
I whipped around to see the town, Vilestone, deserted and quiet when it was usually upbeat and bustling.
"No…" I whispered. My heart was racing a few thousand miles a minute.
"Paul-," I was about to ask him something, when I realized that he wasn't there.
"PAUL!" I shouted. I bit my lower lip nervously. What if he gets killed…no, what if he's the killer! My mind was racing madly. My pulse throbbed and I took off away from the sight.
"Where are you?" I shouted out loud.
I passed by the game corner, which looked so desolate.
I ran past all the familiar buildings until I stood in front of the small warehouse in the corner of the town.
I huffed and panted before I slowly entered.
I retracted quickly when the familiar smell of blood entered my nose. I twisted body hung on the wall. The person's eyes shot open with fear, crusted blood was on their torn clothes. Their mouth was ajar from shock.
I noticed a large shard of glass emerged in the person's chest.
I took another step and jumped from the sound of the creaking floor.
"Is this a nightmare?" I breathed.
"No." Someone responded. I couldn't figure out where that voice was.
"Who's there?" I growled.
"No one." The person breathed. The sound made me shiver and clutch myself for protection.
A screech sounded from the window, and blood was etched on it, reading out one word.
"Leave…" I narrowed my eyes and read the letters again. The words were slowly fading out since the blood was oozing down the wall. "I won't leave!" I shouted, once those words clicked in my brain.
"Fine, but give me the files." A cool voice breathed from behind me. The cold breath hit my bare back.
I whipped around to see nothing but darkness.
"Give them to me." The voice repeated.
"No." I said firmly and clutched them to my chest. "I can't lose this to someone untrustworthy." I whispered, mostly to myself.
"I don't want to hurt you." The voice said sadly, but in a vicious tone.
"No, I can't let the evidence slip by, it's too risky." I hissed and looked around once more.
"This is the last time I'm going to ask you." The voice groaned.
"NO!" I snarled. I whipped my head around, making my navy-blue hair follow. "Show yourself." I growled, the files were still in my hand to my relief.
"Fine be it." A familiar voice emerged from the shadows. A scowl placed on his face. "I wasn't going to hurt you, but it seems as if there is not choice." He grumbled. A glint of a gun caught my attention.
"You!" I screeched. "I thought I could trust you Paul!" I screamed loudly, making him plug his ears in annoyance.
"I'm the murderer? That took you long enough to notice." He sighed. "Now that you know, there is no other choice, but you kill you." He raised his gun and rubbed his forehead with one hand.
His finger moved, and in that same moment, a bullet came directly at me.
Dodge it! Dodge it! My mind screamed, but I wasn't superman. No, I couldn't have dodged it.
The cold piece of steel lodged itself in my chest. I huffed at the impact and exhaled. I blinked slowly and dropped the files.
Red flashed under my eyelids, my breathing rate got faster and faster. My hand automatically grabbed my chest, feeling the blood ooze out slowly. "You'll…" I started, but he cut me off.
The last thing I saw was Paul pick up the files gingerly and look at me with one last smirk, "See you around." He snorted.
Then it was all black.
What was this? Was it my life that was flashing by me?
The bright images of me as a child flashed before my eyes.
I saw the pictures speed up and show when I was a teenager, when I traveled with Ash in Sinnoh. I smiled to myself, but felt a sharp pang in my chest when I thought about all the friends I was leaving. I bit my lower ling and was about to turn away, when the images flashed black and a familiar face appeared on all the pictures.
"Welcome, to my world. Good luck escaping." A familiar voice greeted.
"What!" I growled and tried to claw at the screen.
Paul seemed unfazed and continued to speak.
"The rule is to find me, then kill me, or something." He chuckled.
"Kill you! I'm sorry, but I don't kill people!" I shouted.
"Do something." He snorted.
"Like?" I shouted and punched the screen.
"Ow…that hurt." He faked his pain emotionlessly.
"You stupid prune-headed boy GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I growled.
"Well, that's up to you. You aren't dead, yet. You have ten days to get out of this world. If you don't, you become my prisoner…forever." He chuckled again darkly.
"You're enjoying this aren't you!" I hissed.
"Maybe." He laughed again. His voice seemed to slice the air.
"Get here right now!" I shouted.
"No." He chuckled.
"UGH!" I shouted and stomped my foot on the ground.
Paul watched me amused and opened his mouth to speak again. "Ten days. If you don't, you will stay here." He closed his eyes, his mouth pursed into a straight line.
"Why…?" I whispered sadly.
Paul twisted but didn't say anything. "Just go." He grumbled.
I blinked at him and the screen disappeared, showing two doors, I opened the first door, and took the first step into the most twisted place that I will ever set foot on.
~End of Chapter Zero~
RAWR. This is my one, two, three, four...i forgot how many fanfictions I wrote, but it's not that many...trust me.
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