Kyokon here! This is a revised version of a story I had uploaded (A Shift in Reality) I've changed the plot a little bit and revised the story accordingly. Remember to leave any reviews to help my writing or let me know if you like it!

People of Kanto had begun to avoid Lavender Town; because of the Pokémon Town it was assumed the entire town was haunted. A demon was said to live outside of the town, one that was terrifying but had never been seen. The church it lived in matched the town, it was once a dusty purple, but had been neglected and during its abandonment had faded to a pale gray. It was rarely visited when it was new, but after the town was dismissed it was closed and soon forgotten. It was surrounded with mystery, but fear of the one whom the townspeople called Hell's Wanderer kept anyone who was as curious as they were brave from venturing inside. Vines and weeds grew around the church, once beautiful stained glass was broken and lying in colorful pieces on the ground. Every door was boarded up. The wood was rotten and disintegrating away. The inside was dusty and dark. The roof leaked when it rained, the mildew creeped up the sides of what furniture remained. The pews inside were moldy and the cushions were ripped.

The attic of the church was the only reasonably well-kept thing in the building. It was inaccessible from the ground floor; the stairs that led to the attic had rotted away and the few pieces left couldn't hold the weight of any individual. The attic was sparsely furnished. A rickety table was in the center of the room, water was in a small jug and a few plastic bags from the local grocery store held trail mix and other food supplies. A bookshelf that was pushed against a far wall held various versions of the bible and several other novels – none of which were new. A thin pew mat was shoved into a small corner of the attic next to a stool that once had a back. Panels of the floor were missing; the disgusting floor below was clearly visible through the gaps in the wood. The roof wasn't in much better condition; a hole was the only light source in the attic and currently gave the room an eerie red glow from the sunset. Besides the recent shopping bags, there was no indication this was someone's home. Besides the books the room was minimalistic. There were no personal objects in the church.

The one who called this church home sat on the stool reading one of the bibles off the shelf. With each passing hour he grew more restless. By nightfall, it had grown too dark to read and he was too irritated to sit around. Getting up, he placed the book on the table and levitated up through the hole in the roof. With a shiver running down his spine he held his place in the air…And leaped. He hung in the sky for a moment before darting through the air towards Lavender Town, "It's getting cold..." A deep, baritone voice quietly mumbled in telepathy.

It only took him a few seconds to get to the small town, but once he was there he panicked. Team Rocket grunts were swarmed around the Pokémon Tower. Three lounged around the doors of the building and several plainly dressed grunts were hidden around the city; but every red "R" that was embossed on their clothing stood out in the moonlight. Just the sight of the emblem was enough to make his blood boil… but he held his temper. He levitated over the Pokémon Tower with an expressionless face and concealed his presence. He was invisible to the grunts below but from his vantage point he could see everything.

"They're waiting for something…" he thought to himself. "There wouldn't be this many Rocket Grunts in one area unless they were planning something…" He mused to himself for a moment longer, but something startled him and broke his concentration. In the distance he heard a strange noise; one he thought was a scream. A huge pulse of dark energy radiated through the area after the scream was silenced, and then it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"I believe that was no coincidence." He murmured.

…

She screamed.

Three Team Rocket Grunts chased the once Rocket Executive down Route 8. They shouted slurs at the terrified woman as she desperately tried evading them. She was close to exhaustion; she had been running for over an hour without stopping. Grunts had been chasing her from the Celadon City hideout, through Saffron City, and briefly caught her in the Magnet Train Station when she tried escaping to Johto. She tried everything she could to shake her former underlings, but now there was nowhere to hide: Route 8 was close to barren – and for her that was dangerous.

The fleeing woman ran towards Lavender Town, and in one last desperate attempt to rid herself of the grunts clipped a pokéball off her belt and spun on her heel. "Leave me alone!" She snarled, breathing heavy as she hurled the specially made Rocket Ball towards her three pursuers. Knowing what was in her arsenal, the grunts stopped chasing her and screamed before giving up on their chase and scattering around the route. The beast that was in her pokéball roared, fire licked its bared fangs and smoke billowed out of its mouth as it pinpointed a target.

"I know you'll find me soon!" The woman yelled to her pokémon. The last the woman saw of her pokémon were its nine purple tails whipping around as it fought to give its master a chance of freedom. Its red eyes turned to watch its trainer leave before turning its attention to the grunts and lighting the closest one on fire. As the first grunt stopped to roll on the ground, a second grunt was shot with a shadow ball from behind and fell to the ground wailing. The last grunt was hiding behind a tall patch of grass, assuming she was out of sight from the huge beast. It crouched down, and began stalking its last prey. Its tails were pressed to the ground and fire ignited in its chest as it poked a nose into the grass. The girl was quietly weeping, and because of her sobbing she didn't hear the grass rustling, and as the woman's pokémon leapt out of the grass the meek grunt began screaming instead of sobbing. The pokémon pinned her to the ground and sneered. Poisonous drool seeped out of its mouth and onto the frightened girl below it.

"Please! Please!" The girl wept. "Please let me go!"

"You have put my master in jeopardy. That cannot be excused." The pokémon calmly said in telepathy. The grunt's screams were abruptly cut off by a wave of poisonous sludge vomited from the pokémon's mouth.

After every grunt had been killed, the beast heaved and spewed a large spray of fire on the route. The entire trail was engulfed in flames, and as the pokémon galloped away a guttural howl rose into the night sky.

"My master… Where are you?"

…

Its trainer ran through the west gates of Lavender Town as the route behind her bursted into flames. Her lungs burned from the smoke, her legs ached from the constant use, and her mind raced as she frantically looked around for safety. Without stopping she ran through the city and past the grunts, unaware they were exactly what she was trying to run from. When she sprinted past every grunt that was standing outside chased after her but with her head start she was a fair distance away. She ran past the east gates and into the forest, and without stopping she spun around to measure the distance between her and her pursuers. Deciding it was good enough, she jumped into the brush and crouched low into the ground.

"Where'd she go?" One grunt shouted.

"Giovanni wants her back tonight,"" Another one groaned.

"We're not going to find her standing around, look all over the forest!" A third one ordered, and with that they all scattered.

Silently, the woman pushed a small branch out of the way so she could survey her surroundings. The only place to hide was a small church a few meters away, but she debated moving and risking giving away her hiding place. "It's my only chance," She thought, and with that she sprinted to the church.

She climbed into a window that one depicted Jesus; his arms outstretched almost as if he was offering the runaway his protection. She jumped towards the windows, and as she caught herself on the window sill glass shards dug into her palms. Shards of broken glass nipped at her arms as she twisted to topple herself into the building. As she fell a large shard of glass impaled her abdomen and broke off into her stomach. She winced in pain as she landed on the floor, then became frantic as the hem of her jeans got caught on a piece of the broken window. She began to panic, and frantically struggled to free her leg until she ripped her leg free. She crawled on her hands and knees on the mildew covered carpet and shimmied under the seat for protection. Once she had rolled under the seat, she ripped the glass from her stomach. A wave of nausea erupted and she lolled her head to the side in case she could not subside her queasy stomach. To try to salvage her ruined jeans she used the piece of glass to jaggedly cut her jeans into shorts that ended mid-thigh. After, she breathed heavily and curled into the fetal positon. She held her abdomen and tried to stop the blood; but it made no difference.

"Pyrus… Where are you?" She whispered.

…

He silently watched the woman sprint through the city and casually watched the slew of grunts desperately try to find her. He scoffed at how dumb they were; so far they had only looked in the forest. Not a single one had thought to look inside the church, when all they would have to do is look through one of the many broken windows. "The grunts advantage is numbers, not skill or intelligence." He smirked. The grunts had begun to search in a different part of the forest, and once he decided it was safe he teleported into the church.

The smell of blood filled the entire room, it was strong enough to make his stomach churn and it didn't take him long to find the source; a large pool of blood was leaking from underneath one of the pews. He knelt to the ground, and as he ducked he saw a dirty foot being pulled back under the pew.

Glazed blue eyes stared up at him in fright, but she made no move to get up. "She was the woman they were chasing," he realized. He ducked back to get a closer look. One hand held her side, and the other was hidden behind her. He lifted a hand to touch her face, but her eyes flashed and turned vicious as the hidden hand tossed a pokéball towards him. A bright light flashed as the pokémon released itself, and for the first time, they both got a quick glance of each other.

Her wound was what caught his eye; it was very deep and clearly new. Blood oozed out of it and leaked onto the floor, it was deep – it wouldn't close on its own. He was so fixated on her injury he didn't notice the pokémon floating behind him until a shadow ball sent him toppling onto the pew. He groaned and picked himself up off the pew and stood up with a growl. He turned around, but his anger evaporated into shock as he stared at the creature in front of him.

It was no pokémon he had ever seen before. It was a Gardevoir – or was. It had been mutated; what was once an elegant creature had been morphed into something far more sinister. Its body was still white, but what would have been a pale green was now an inky purple. Long claws and fangs shined in the dim light of the room. Sapphires took the place of eyes and a shard of the gem jutted out of its chest. It hissed at him, and the sapphires glowed as it formed another orb of energy. A ball of purple and pink energy crackled between its palms, "Back away from her." A female voice hissed.

Hands up, he backed away from the injured woman and her mutant and into the middle of the room. The pokémon glared and bared her teeth as she watched him stare up at her. "She is injured. Rocket Grunts are chasing her and I followed her here. I did her no harm, see for yourself. She needs medical attention." He calmly stated. The mutant looked at him in confusion for a second before howling and firing the energy ball in his direction. He dodged and ducked to his knees. The ball of energy fell through a window pane and splintered wood off.

The Gardevoir flew towards him, howling in rage as she knocked him onto his back. He sputtered and choked for breath as a foot slammed on his throat. She screamed; the high pitch noise brought this ear drums close to bursting. In a desperate attempt to free himself; he kicked a leg up and knocked the pokémon towards him. He twisted and pinned her to the ground, "Stop fighting!" He pleaded, but was shot in the stomach with a bright blast of fairy energy. She then latched onto his arm with her sharp teeth and bit hard.

He levitated up and flung his arm out behind him, and to his luck, the enraged mutant let go. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the injured woman crawling to the front doorway. A good idea; but she was unaware that they were boarded up from the outside. Her pokemon stood on the floor and glared, palms up as she charged an orb of psychic energy – but she lost control. A howl and a crash lost her focus and the orb exploded into the room, leaving everyone in it momentarily blind.

When his vision came back to him, he saw what made the mutant lose her focus. A wall had splintered and caved in around a large purple fox. Black smoke seeped in between sharp white teeth as the beast growled, and shot flames across the room towards him. The fox leaped through the dark fire, seemingly unphased by the deadly flames. It pounced and knocked him out of the air. The pokémon grinned evilly at its prey – then its trainer screamed in terror.

"Celeste!" The mutant Gardevoir hissed frantically before both pokémon turned to their trainer.

Burning wood and black flames surrounded the woman, her skin ashen in the glow of the flames. She knelt on her hands and knees, one hand on her wound while the other wobbled under her. He watched as both pokémon leapt to the woman's aid, and their frantic reaction to her murmuring something inaudible and slumping to the ground. The mutated Gardevoir carefully picked up the unconscious woman and draped her over the foxes back, and once she was stable they both began to carefully make their way through the fire to the hole in the wall the fox created. The Gardevoir followed the air behind the two, blocking the fire with her energy. The fox and woman silently left the burning building, but the mutated Gardevoir stopped out of the air and looked toward her enemy.

"You are not human… and you look familiar… You are from Team Rocket, are you not?" She said. "If you are no threat to Celeste, you may come with us, stranger."

"Team Rocket," He thought to himself. "And what are they?" He looked around himself at the church burning around him. It had been his home for quite some time, but it would be nothing but a pile of ashes soon and he needed to escape before he was trapped inside. With no other option, he weaved through the black flames to the only exit.

"Be warned." The Gardevoir stood in the doorway, her ruby eyes cold and her voice filled with ice, "I will stop at nothing to protect my master. I failed tonight, and that will not happen again."

"I have no intention of hurting this… Celeste…" He paused in the doorway. "But I expect the same favor to be extended to me. I was caught off guard and attacked in my home."

"What are you?" She asked cautiously. "You are no mix of pokémon I have ever seen before."

He took a minute to think about her question. "I am no mix of pokémon. I am an artificial life… The second of the greatest pokémon ever born. I am the strongest pokémon in the world…"

"I am Mewtwo."