Guardian.
Written by Kiyos Monimeto.
Based on the story "Time of Courage" By FiammaJoule, following my OC "Guardian"
Disclaimer, the only thing I own, either from Pokemon or the story, is "Guardian" himself, and while I asked to keep his name mysterious, this story is for those of you who wish to know more about "Guardian" and just as to why he picked that name rather than his birth name.
I hope you can enjoy this story, and sorry in advance if it becomes unenjoyable.
Also one other warning, I'll post something like "Watch out, there's mature content in here" along with what mature content, be it sex to killing, is happening, and on the sex, don't worry, I'll be sure that it isn't detrimental to the story itself.
Oh, one other thing, this story starts out near where he loses his Pokemon. Quite sorry but I really don't want to get into what he did over the years he traveled.
This chapter has slight killing, being the start of him being "Guardian"
Edit: Wow, it's been a long time since I've been here...So eh...surprise hiatus sucks...Anyways, if anyone is still, somehow, curious about it I'm planning on rewriting this chapter then working on it. Also, to anyone who HAS actually looked at it yet noticed the long time not posting anything, I'm incredibly sorry, and I do hope that my new style is quite the improvement to my old one!
Anyways! I do hope that you will enjoy this slightly Grim-dark start to my OC.
He groaned softly, his arms still above his head and chained to the walls, an iv drip bag in his arm. He didn't know how long he's been here, or how he even got caught in the first place. The walls were a cold steel, only breaking for the door which was also metal coated with some strange alloy. He didn't know why he was here, only just he was called "Experiment 57331", forgetting his actual name years ago. His dreams that came to him when pain finally gave way to exhaustion were little, most being of the cell due to something in the IV, the others showing glimpses of his past. Being in a stadium was one, an Aggron facing down another with some person on the other side. The words in this dream was lost to him, but he knew that person was important. He remembered the silver hair, and after one Aggron fell, his own head shook, denying some kind of badge. After that it was simply darkness, but it was quickly stopped as he heard the grind he was getting used to.
"Ah, hello 57331," Some male in a doctors coat said, what he could make out of the doctor's face only showed haughtiness, smugness, and a disgusting amount of "I'm better than you", a bit of insanity in the doctor's eyes. "I hope you are doing well today..." He simply put a mirror in front of the poor soul in chains, as what he saw in the reflection. He was thin from years of poor diet, muscles that were once there long since lost, along with a face that was dirty, sunken eyes. His eyes were a dull blue, framed by black hair that was in need of a wash. "See there? All this could've been avoided if you just simply went along..." He looked up at the doctor, a smirk under the glasses as he chuckled.
"Of course, you being a stubborn fellow...I suppose it doesn't matter now though..." His head swam as the doctor backed off, then turned to one of the others. "Sammy, give me the vial."
His subornate looked a little shocked, "B-but sir! You know he's an S-type! I-it could make him even stronger!" Sammy backed up a bit as the doctor looked to her, simply growling a little deeper, it sounding somewhat inhuman.
"Give...me...the...vial..." He said clearly, "We are not here to question it, we are here to advance it...if this works, even those who don't have that special little gene will have the same powers..." Sammy looked at the doctor, then the poor soul, then sighed as she handed over a small vial of crimson fluid. The vial itself consisted of the rounded tube, a small clamp, four struts that would dig into the skin to keep it from moving, and of course the needle. The Doctor smiled and turned around, twisting the clamp as the struts came out, "Now then," He said, gripping one of the arms, "You may feel quite a bit of pain, but that is unavoidable..." The doctor pushed the arm out of the way as he jabbed the needle into one of the main veins in the poor soul's neck, the struts catching into his skin as he choked out slightly, feeling the burning as it was already taking place. He winced, barely holding back the cry of pain as he looked to the doctor.
He saw the sadistic smile spread across the bastard's face, but rather than giving in to the doctor, he simply said one small phrase. "Go to hell," was the first three words the poor soul said, causing the doctor to step back once from the gruff words, but a quick punch caused the poor soul to look away before the needle was painfully removed from his neck. "You are mistaken, 57," The doctor said, a quick smirk crossing his face, "YOU are the one in hell, and its only just beginning..." His body shivered as he felt tears in his skin, Sammy taking her leave before the vial's contents kicked in as the doctor looked on. Once again, a sick, demented smile formed under the glasses as he felt warm metal sprout from the tears, crying out slightly in pain as he felt the skin thicken in places, his own flesh falling off where the metal replaced it. He cried out once again as he felt his insides adjust, the pitch of his voice dropping a few octaves as the cries became bellows. He heard faint calls back, but the pain made it hard to differentiate between his own pain and who else was trapped here. It didn't take long for him to feel a sharp pain in his back, a small tail sprouting as his skin shade dropped slightly, soon becoming a gunmetal grey as he whined softly, feeling two metal plates replace his cheek bones as he looked up once again at the doctor.
"Well now," The doctor started, "This is an unexpected surprise..." The doctor stepped out of the door, bringing in a different vial from before. This time though, 57's temper got the better of him as the chains simply seemed to wrap themselves around his left hand. This surprised both of them, the doctor backing off slightly as he seemed a little troubled. "Well now...it may seem that our little S-type figured out his power after-all..." the doctor said, backing off now as 57 tried to figure out just how that happened. His mind started to become less and less blurry, looking at his left hand as he then turned to the doctor, standing up as his right was soon enveloped by the sheen of the chains. While he had difficulty staying upright, he started stepping towards the man, seeing the arrogant look in the man's eyes turn to slight fear, then dislike as he simply stepped out. What would've taken just a few moments was stretched to a little longer due to the pain of the metal plates shifting, least mentally as he felt the metal armor cover his limbs. Anywhere the metal didn't touch, his skin thickened, blackened, and hardened as he felt like he was being torn apart. He heard the door open again, the last of his transformation coming to pass as he felt the metal cover his face, then the click of several guns as they were readied.
"The doctor has no more use for you," He heard them say, "Keep in mind, he's a Steel type guys." His body shifted as he once again stood up, panting softly.
Then it turned to rage, throwing himself forward into the small group. The first to get caught was slammed against the wall, the armor doing little to keep the steel covered hand from exposing his brain to the air as the others backed off. 57 then turned to the next one, spreading open his right hand before bringing it down onto the next gunner. It didn't take long for the others to open fire, the bullets that hit the metal plates bouncing off as the ones hitting the thick skin sunk inside just enough to cause him to bleed but not enough to actually cause damage.
One swipe ripped off an arm, the next a leg as the solder screamed, grabbing at the stump of an arm before one heavy foot ended his voice, the last man running down the hall as he yelled into the shoulder mounted radio. "Warning! 57331 has escaped containment, small arms fire does nothing, need heavy w-" A bloody hand surprised the solder, before he watched as his body slumped to the floor, his head soon being dropped as 57 continued down the hallway. He knew he had to get out, but a name nagged him in his mind.
"Alice" He said softly, his bulk shifting as he turned the corner, a scared man in a lab coat quickly running the other way. He walked into the room that the man left, and stood at the door, his shoulders slacking.
In the room was more vials, just like the ones that the doctor injected into him, but what made him pause was the Aggron laying on the table. It was just half a body, the arms cut off and sitting on two other tables as "test samples" as most of its body was missing. What 57 guessed from the vials was that they used what he was injected with on this pokemon, given that it's plates were thicker. He walked over, what felt like tears coming to his eyes, as he put a soft hand on it's head, though before he could react he felt a sharp pain spike through his own.
He was five, walking in a scrapyard his father owned. He knew that she was near, his little Alice, as he carried an iron bar in his arms. He soon saw her little burrow, scrap metals she wouldn't eat as he hefted the small bar. He knew his dad would be furious if he found out he was taking a bar from the scrap reclamation line, much less if he learned that he was feeding a wild pokemon as well. Still, it was worth it as he came close, a little Aaron coming into view.
Fast forward another five years, his father waving him off as a Lairon stood by his side, setting out into the world to beat the nearby gym leader. The path was hard, given he was starting with a Pokemon who didn't want to listen, but eventually they made it to the Gym leader.
Fast forward another four years, Alice roared, a full on Aggron now as the final Gym leader's last Pokemon fell, the battle over, decided as he cheered as well...
He came back to reality, holding his head as he felt a sharp pain in his chest, looking at the Carcass of his friend. "Alice...what did they do to you..." He said softly, petting one of her misshapen metal plates. He knew that he couldn't just leave her like that, but he also knew that he couldn't take her with him. He looked around, sure, he wasn't a lab rat like those other humans, but he did know that some chemicals had a rather flammable nature. He couldn't see what he was mixing thanks to both tears in his eyes and pain shooting up his back, though he did know that he sure as hell wasn't going to let this atrocity continue as he poured them together. It didn't take long to get the reaction he wanted, and one quick toss lit up a nearby cabinet. He felt bad for leaving his most loyal pokemon behind without a proper goodbye, but the now burning chemical fire and the urge to leave to find that damn doctor was too much.