The Darker Side of Things
a Pokemon fanfic by Chibi Kyo Chan © 2010
Rating: M - language, violence, drug abuse, and sexual situations
Summary: Dark Fic. Set in the Sinnoh Region. Team Galactic Has a new leader, Who will stop at nothing to achieve their ends no matter how wrong or morally corrupt. Giovanni discreetly teams up with Team Galactic and uses his own Team Rocket as test subjects for untested and highly dangerous drugs. With a world conquest plan being put into action by two of the world's most feared criminal gangs. It's up to Ash with old and new friends to stop them. But with the world being plunged into utter chaos, there is little hope.
Disclaimer: This particular fic is based mostly on the games with a reference to the show thrown in for kicks. I do NOT own any thing even remotely affiliated to Pokemon (except for the idea of this fic.) Pokemon and all it's rights belong to Satoshi Tajiri
WARNING: Nobody under the age of 18 should read this fic. While the beginning chapters do seem pretty mild...it is a lie as the story progresses. People who are easily offended has been warned.
NOTE: Pairings will be thusly, (rather it be stated now rather than later as it may or may not be a deal breaker for some.) Jesse3James, Ash3 Misty, Brock 3 Dawn, Oc 3 Volknar Oc 3 Gary (gay lovin's!), While these are the main pairings I reserve the right to throw pairings about randomly.
Prologue: The Beginning of something sinister
-0- ONE -0-
"Commander!"
"Don't let him get away you grunts!"
"But, he's too strong!"
"Yeah boss going after him is suicide!"
The tall red head ran pale slender fingers through her vibrant hair. She could feel a slight pressure building in her left temple, one of those tell tale signs that a nasty headache was coming on...growling out her frustrations low in her throat she snarled, "It's not rocket Science you idiots! The solution to this problem quite simple."
"What is it?"
"Don't fight with your pokemon."
"Huh? Then how are we suppose to fight?"
"For the love of -" She sighed heavily as she tried counting backwards from ten before she attempted to speak again to reign in her temper. "Pokemon isn't the only thing we have at our disposal to hurt people."
"What do you mean boss?"
"I mean, that we have brute force you dolts! We have fists, use them! Do anything necessary to subdue him. Kill him if you have too."
There was a long stretch of silence.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, boss."
"Then do it you fucking moron! We can't afford to let him get away!"
"Right!"
Static.
Commander Mars turned her communicator off, happy to finally receive such an insanely useful gadget. If she actually had to face that bunch of incompetent Neanderthals that dared to wear the Team Galactic uniform proudly, She would most likely end up slaughtering them all in a fit of unadulterated rage. Making her way over to her desk she all but threw herself into her chair casually leaning back, she grimaced. How she hated every last one of them. They didn't understand what it truly meant to be apart of Team Galactic, what it was they were trying to achieve! All they did was trapeze all over the place dragging the name Team Galactic through the mud with their massive amount of fuck ups. She snorted, grabbing her coffee cup from her desk and taking a long sip from the bitter liquid. They couldn't even defeat a bunch of damn kids! It was laughable how pathetic they are.
The memories of the days back when Cyrus was boss raced unbidden in her mind. Oh he was the worst! Leading them all with hollow promises and pretty words. Following him blindly lead them all to their crushing defeat. It was after that defeat when she took the organization from his incapable hands and turned in to the thieving criminal gang it was today. She was even able to secure a few research companies to fund some of their...less than legal activities.
"They all think it's some game." She muttered her blood red lips curled into disgust "but this isn't a game, oh no, it's something much greater than that. It is the beginning of a new era...of something...sinister." She grinned then, a wonderfully wicked grin.
As soon as the little problem was "taken care" of their plan would proceed accordingly.
-0-TWO-0-
You'll never get away with this!" a man screamed, struggling to break free from the two grunts that held him captive. Unfortunately is struggling was done in vain, as their grips tightened and his fighting spirit began to diminish ever so slightly.
"Won't we?" One grunt taunted as the other two that were holding him scoffed, "You don't even know what we're doing and when we are done with you, you'll never get the chance to figure it out." The grunts all laughed simultaneously.
Feeling between his captors, the man could fill a rage bubbling deep within his gut. How dare they threaten him? They were nothing but two bit criminals, And he was a Gym leader! Glaring up with hateful blue eyes at what could only be described as the leader he spat at his face.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" the grunt yelled, in a fit of anger he swung at the captive landing a hard blow on the man's stomach. "You worthless trash! You should have stayed in Sunnyshore where you belong! Instead of poking your nose into our business!"
"Yeah? Well you should fight like a real man. What kind of pussy has his little buddies here, hold just one man down so you, the pussy could throw cheap shots?" The captive grunted out ignoring the pain in his abdomen. The grunt merely smirked amused, "Right. Against you one on one I know I would lose and I'm man enough to admit it. However at this point In the plan, any type of failure is...not...an...OPTION!" he struck out and slapped the man across the face to emphasize the last word. The captive groaned, he could taste a metallic bitter sweet liquid that he quickly recognized as blood fill his mouth, he turned his head this time to spit. Not wishing to suffer another blow.
It took several tries but he was able to choke out "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you've seen way to much."
"I never knew Team Galactic to get so violent."
"We're under new management at the moment, but that is besides the point."
"Somebody will find me you know."
"Oh yes, a big bad gym leader, the strongest in Sinnoh...too bad when they find you you'll be dead."
With the threat hanging thickly in the air, their captive struggled harder than before to try to get away. Adrenaline running through his veins with his last ditch effort. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head that felt suspiciously like someone hit him with a blunt object. Stars danced before him as his world slowly faded to black. And the last thing he heard before he let the conscious world go completely was the sound of laughter.
A/N: Okay so basically this story was inspired after I had one of the worst days in the history of days and catching one hell of a nasty cold. It was a day like today that I stumbled upon the LONGEST Pokemon marathon in the history of marathons! IT was awesome! Orginally I wasn't gonig to post this fic because I had a couple of Oc's thrown in...and lets face it...I'm pretty racist against Oc's. However this marathon somehow subliminally conveinced me. Haha.
If you like it and want to see the next few installments please! R+R!
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