Cry of the Angel
Episode One: Genesis
'Have you know I will haunt you and cause you to suffer until me meet again…'
Disclaimer: Please note that I do not own any element of Pokemon, owned and produced by Nintendo, Game Freak, 4 Kids Productions, Kids WB, and any other supporting companies affiliated with Pokemon. This will only appear once for every episode, so be aware of that.
Note: This fan fiction is to be a three part series of episodes with many chapters and pages to each part. Cry of the Angel consists of altered moments from the bible and at times may have very harsh language along with intense violent chapters and plots. Children under thirteen would be strongly suggested not to read without parental discretion because I don't want to get into trouble and I have great hopes for this trilogy. Angel's Unity ranges in many genres from dark, angst, fantasy, drama, supernatural, romance, and action/adventure. About ninety percent of the ideas are all original, except for the other ten percent, which I have analysed and changed to fit in with the story. Read and enjoy! (I suggest reading the prologue, it's important ^_^)
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Prologue
Every adventure and tradition has a beginning. Each one is unique, exciting, and changes the life of many people. But where does this story begin? Does it begin? Or is it just another folk tale similar to the creations story? As interpreted from the bible, Genesis was the beginning, and is also the name that was given to the first Pokemon Master and Trainer to exist on Earth. Though his real name lays a mystery, his life as a Pokemon Trainer started just like many others had. His first glimpse of an alien creature in the back of his village startled him. He saw to large eyes squinting through the openings of the green furry bush. They stood still and glared at the young boy with caution. Genesis ran from his discovery and until months later he decided to set off into the world and see if there happened to be anymore of these creatures. He named the creature a Pokemon because of its large poking eyes and the only time he had seen it, one.
On his journey, or quest for discovery, he did find more of these creatures that were less cautious and approached Genesis kindly. His first Pokemon was a Pikachu; small, timid, and had the powers of electricity running through its two red cheeks. Genesis was astonished that the small Pikachu had the power of the fiercest lightning storms, so he searched even further and began teaching the Pokemon how to fight and how to use their powers in control. As he became older he was finding himself a part of the creatures. Everywhere he went they seemed to have an interlocked bond with him of trust. Genesis was also revealing powers within himself. No they weren't physical, but mentally. He could telepathically communicate his thoughts to the Pokemon and nature.
It was only ten years in to his quest where Genesis was now a fully-grown man and had a great sense of knowledge about the recently found species. He found that there was a Pokemon for each of the four elements: Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. For those Pokemon who did not consist of these powers, Genesis categorized them to where they should belong, or to what they were most close to. His telepathic powers were beginning to increase rapidly, and he was showing signs of powers within his body, not mind. He could now read minds perfectly, produce fire, swim unlimitedly without oxygen, create trees from a single drop of blood, and other unnatural inhuman powers known to our knowledge.
In his mid life, he passed through a small village and heard the news that people were beginning to follow in his footsteps. Mostly every brave citizen had a Pokemon as a pet or for training like Genesis did. For years he stayed in the small mountain village and taught his knowledge to a group of students at a nearby academy-like school. His best students were two young twin boys. One with long platinum blonde hair, and the other with hair darker than the night sky itself. The blonde boy's name was Solem, and the other, Salem. He personally trained the two young boys because he could sense in their minds the power they had within themselves. It was pure and uninterrupted so he left the school and took the two boys along with him on his journey. Their powers were beginning to multiply madly and both had the same amount of power within themselves. However, their personalities were quite opposite to Genesis' acknowledgment. Solem was more kind, generous, and realistic. Salem was full of greed, frustration, and jealousy because he suspected the Genesis was beginning to favour Solem more than he could benefit from.
In Genesis' last thirty years, he brought his students back to his home village and settled himself once again after sixty years of training. He was now the first Master of the strange creatures. He possessed their same powers, abilities, and strengths; he was given an identity, which is known as, Master Of The Elements. But he would not stop there. He continued training privately and upgraded himself even further beyond that—being a Sacred Master. This meant that he almost had the power to create Pokemon and morph himself into one. The people of his village praised upon his feet and a master plan was discarded from their minds. The village was to be removed from its prairie location, and people from villages far and wide would come together and build an enormous kingdom upon the centre Earth mountain range known as Centro-Terra. Indeed the kingdom was built. Massive it was, spread across the whole range and surrounded by tick deep pools of water. As breathtaking as it was to Genesis (being built in his honour) he knew that his passing time was coming nearer by the day. Who would take over after he passed on?
It finally came to his mind. His two past-time favourite students would be the most suitable rulers, but which one is was more suitable? Each twin had great powers— well exceeding normal than others. Both became Master Of The Elements, so the decision put so much stress upon Genesis' elderly and fragile body. In his last few days upon Earth, the top cantered coliseum on the highest middle mountain was complete and Genesis made a declaration to the kingdom. Solem versus Salem in a decision making battle. Whoever won would claim their role as Genesis, and they would also receive his powers. Salem was quick to the chase and invited millions upon millions of civilians to gather and watch the final determining battle. And as Salem had predicted, the Palace of Centro-Terra was filled with travellers of the world.
It was Genesis' last night and last few final hours. The battle began. Just before the first command was placed, the stars lined perfectly, and an eclipse took place, separating the sun and moon into perfect halves. Solem stood under the sun, while Salem stood beneath the dark light of the moon. The four highly raised temples that sat on the top of the four identical mountains aligned with their corresponding planets. The Earth Temple was obviously directed to the home planet, the Air Temple lied under Jupiter, Fire aligned with Mars, and finally the Water Temple lined up with Mercury. Brilliant auras of light shot from the tops of the temples and lightened the parted velvet sky.
Genesis was on his last few minutes of breathe. Sitting at his private viewing box raised upon the sides of the coliseum, his body trembled and a small gasp of air was released from his mouth. His eyes shut softly, his heart sank, and he was gone. The battle had lasted hours and finally it was called as a tie when Genesis was found dead in his throne. What would become of Solem and Salem? The outcome was even, just as their powers were, and their ruler, teacher, and father figure had died right before their eyes. The council of the Centro-Terra Kingdom gathered and offered the brothers to unite and rule together. It was their only option and Salem objected the offer, spitting in his brothers face. He wouldn't dare to rule alongside with his perfect brother and favourite to their Master Genesis. He would rather be killed than to be with him in power. So Salem declared that every century they would re-unite from death and fight once again for their identity. Salem left, and never returned once again. The Palace was abandoned, waiting for its two Masters to return and inhabit it once again.
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Chapter 1- The Letter
It was only mid-day and it was beautiful. The thick blades of grass waved across the thick rich lands of the mountainous countryside, rushing the thick crisp air to your face. All was calm and quiet as usual in the small town of Pallet, which today was sitting quietly under the tall crystal-clear blue sky. Great old trees stood on its wild flower hills; they stood with their branches stretched out and tall as if they were reaching to the heavens above. The fenced area around the Oak Laboratory was dusty from the playing Pokemon in the fields and the running heard of at least ten Tauros shook the earth beneath their hooves. Just breathe in the air and relax, you've finally made it home Ash.
A thin smile of relief stretched across Ash's face, and a tiny tear drop fell from his eye as he looked upon a small white house with red roof shingles, with a small tomato and rose garden at the side. This was a place he called 'home,' and it surely was. He sized for the white picket gate door, opened it, and walked along with Pikachu up the flagstone path that was carefully aligned with small pansies on the side. He was coming closer, and yet getting hotter by the minute under the thick dirty trainers hooded cloak he was standing under. All he could hear was the front door slowly opening. His muscles tensed and he heard the sweet melancholy gasp of his Mother, Delia Ketchum. He removed his hood and saw her standing on the front porch. As usual she was wearing a small skirt and her pink shirt, with her tied in a ponytail. But something was different. He could see signs of her body aging. Delia was pressing into her mid forties and it had been three years since she had seen her little boy.
For a moment on end, they stared into each other's eyes. Delia's eyes were filled with deeper wisdom, and Ash's were youthful and shaded with a golden brown tinge. Delia wiped her tears with a handkerchief and met her son halfway down the flagstone path, which they built together when Ash was a small toddler.
It felt good to feel his mother's grasp once again around his thin muscular body. He could feel the damp sensation of Delia's tears cascading down his sleek cloak—he gripped her tighter within his arms. At first he had almost forgotten what she would like or even if it was reality because three years away from her was the longest he had ever been. After the Johto League had ended when he made his shocking victory, a lengthy argument between Ash and Delia erupted, causing them to split. He could still see himself tipping his mothers china cabinet over. The smashing of the priceless glass rang through his ears, and the deep voice he had when he cursed to his mother with every chance he could get. Delia fell to her knees and screamed in agony as the front door slammed violently in front of her. Once again she was alone without her husband, and most important, her son which she truly loved.
Ash blinked and nodded his head shamefully about his temper he had three years ago to the day. He let go of Delia and once again they looked upon each other.
Delia ran her hands along his rugged and unshaven face filled with hundreds of black hair. His eyes had thick black circles beneath them—Ash hadn't slept in weeks. "Your home," she gulped giving him a sense of welcome. She threw herself onto his body once again and felt his muscles pressing against her much smaller figure. "You're all grown up!" She continued and looked down on Pikachu whom looked to be ten times more powerful than before. She sighed and her only wish was that they didn't run away from each other. If only she could turn back time and watch her little boy grow into the man he was now.
"Mom," he replied pulling Delia from his body, "I-I wanted to tell you that I'm so—"
Delia interrupted him by placing her forefinger over his lips. She shut her eyes and ran her fingers through the thick locks of his hair. "Leave the past behind us and together we can make our future. (She glanced quickly upon his clothes) Now get into the house, your filthy!" She wailed, pulling Ash by the arm. Pikachu trailed closely behind anticipating the greeting from Mr. Mime.
Ash thought to himself, "Yep—everything's back to normal again."
Ash his first foot entered the house he felt a rush of cool conditioned air against his tired and stressed body. Everything was where it should be in the front doorway, and the small joined living room with the television in the corner by the windowsill; the Orange Islands Trophy he received years back was still shining brightly beside the sunlight. The couch was pressed against the wall with sentimental pictures of his childhood and mother. But something was missing. Everything was in place. The fireplace had just been dusted, and the hardwood floors had been polished. At first he thought it would have been the china cabinet he broke three years ago—
"Mom," he called. Delia turned around. "Where's Mimey?"
That's it; that was the missing puzzle piece. Delia's housemaid and best friend Pokemon, Mr. Mime was nowhere to be seen. Pikachu looked around with her big brown eyes and felt a missing presence within the room. If Mimey were around, he would be trampled or run over by the suction of the vacuum cleaner—popping headache pills every second from its constant annoyance.
"As funny as it sounds," Delia answered, scratching the back of her head with a small humorous smile, "Mimey left because he was fed up from cleaning! Funny, isn't it?" She chuckled folding Ash's cloak in her hands. She didn't seem to be too upset about it, so Ash joined in laughing. "Now I'm just going to go throw your clothes (she searched through his bag and noticed he was washing his underwear plenty) in the wash—go get changed, we have an appointment with Professor Oak at five."
Ash did what he was told and walked upstairs to the end bedroom on the left. He reached for the brass handle and opened it quickly. Everything in the room was left as it was. His window was open and he could hear the three-headed bird, Dodrio screeching on a hill in his back yard. He shut the window hesitantly and sat on the top bunk of his bed. While in the process, he bumped his head off the plaster white ceiling remembering how tall he had gotten over the past few years. The room needed some adjusting. All of his posters of the Indigo League television how were up, and taped against the wall next to his mattress was the Elite Four. Bruno looked so real in the poster that Ash looked back in time to where he met him while training for the Indigo League championships. He put his hands under his fluffy feathered pillow and felt a rough crumpled ball of paper. He pulled it out and read the small chicken-scratch text.
Dear Mom,
If you're reading this by now, don't expect me to be in Pallet. I've left alone with Pikachu and the others. I've decided to leave because I can no longer stand living like this—constant arguing is not my idea of a family, sorry.
I'm gone to look for Dad, so don't expect me to write or call because you wont be hearing from me for a long time and I think its best that way. You're not a good Mother anyways to me, never telling me about Dad or where he is. I think he left you because he couldn't stand being around you. I'm in the same shoes as him right now and I'm set out to find him. Last I heard he was near Saffron City.
Tell Misty and Brock for me that they can go their own ways now—actually it's quite better that way. I'll avoid less nagging and fighting. And its not like I didn't enjoy being with them, I just need some time alone, time to be isolated…away from you. Hope the china cabinet is replaceable!
Good-bye,
Ash.
Ash sat on his squishy bed in despair. How, he thought. Could I ever say that to my own mother? He noticed some crease marks in the paper than were the salty dried up residue of his mother's fallen tears. He ripped the paper to shreds and into tinier pieces after that. He chucked the newly made confetti into the garbage pale and hit himself repeatedly.
"I didn't even say I loved her—" he hissed to his reflection in the mirror. "Look at you, you must have had the word 'bastard' written all over your face when you wrote this!" He continued bashing himself verbally until he thought about how stupid his search for his Father was. He wasted three years of his childhood looking for him knowing that his so-called 'father' was the asshole, not Delia. Ash's father left his mother after she had given birth.
For three years he had wasted childhood. He walked out of the front door with a heavy backpack clenched to his neck and Pikachu straggling tiredly behind. He left as a fifteen-year-old and returned as an adult, at eighteen. He didn't get too far during that time. All he could come up with was a single picture of his father when he was a young boy fighting for his Marsh Badge at the Saffron City Gym against an unknown trainer. All he could think about while he got changed into some casual clothes was how Misty and Brock were doing in life. Misty would almost be nineteen, and Brock would be in his late twenties. Misty was probably fighting in Cerulean City being one of the Gym Leaders, and Brock—married with kids, a top Pokemon breeder and living happily with his wife. Ash's mind was filled with mixed feelings and frustration. Why did I leave?
He slipped on the last of his clothes, tied up his bead necklace and slicked his spiky hair up. Heading to the bathroom he was keen on shaving before going to Professor Oaks Laboratory. What did he need to see him about anyways? He searched through the wooden bathroom drawers and cupboards. Unlucky as he was, he found not extra razors or shaving cream—only a small bottle of hair moose, which he used to keep his hair spiked. He took his mind off things and went back downstairs to join Pikachu on the couch. She looked very comfortable and relaxed for once. Slurping with her small tongue, droplets of dark red ketchup. She hadn't had ketchup in ages.
"Did you miss that taste?" He asked getting a little nod from Pikachu.
"Pika-pi!" She replied happily.
Ash laughed and walked into the kitchen. It still had that fresh aroma of freshly baked foods. His mouth watered when he opened the refrigerator door and saw two large dinner plates filled with at least ten different kinds of Japanese cuisine.
Delia grunted behind the refrigerator door. Ash jumped up.
"That's for later!" She bellowed. "Are you ready?" She asked closing the door in front of Ash, almost catching his hair inside.
"Yep, let's go," he said walking out into the family room where Pikachu was continuing to eat the ketchup straight from the bottle. She followed quickly behind and jumped up to her groove in Ash's left shoulder. Delia turned off the light and locked the front door, joining her son holding his strong hand.
Hand in hand, they walked slowly down the pathway up the hill to Professor Oak's laboratory that was filled with many unexplainable and neat objects regarding Pokemon. A small windmill at the east end of the building was cooling a rounded shape lab, under the hot sun. As they came closer along the green flowered fields they could hear the soft sounds of the Pokemon in the backfields of Professor Oaks home. Hundreds of different kinds from trainers across the years rested, waiting to be transported or to be picked up by their trainers. And it was the first thought that crossed Ash's mind. How where his Pokemon? After three years of abandoning them, he thought they would never look at him again—or so he thought.
The doorbell rang and Ash could hear the footsteps and much older voice from Professor Oak. His walking had slowed down during the years, but nothing could tear him away from his research. The door opened widely and there he was, after three years he had changed a bit, but still was the same image fresh in Ash's memory. Professor Oak moved closer to his long awaited friend and approached him with both arms open. Ash hesitated slightly and hugged the genius.
Professor Oak patted him on the back as he continued to hug Ash. "Good to see you home—finally," he began moving away from Ash's body and looking down on Pikachu, "my, you have become stronger too I see?"
Pikachu nodded politely.
"Come in," he continued holding the door open. He paused for a minute and all they could hear was a gulping and squishing sound sliding rapidly down the hallway. Professor Oak had a brief look of terror upon his face. Then the door at the end on the hallway flew open and out came a large purple glob of violet ooze. And that's exactly what it was. Muk, Ash's sludge-type Pokemon still was happy as ever to see his trainer.
Ash's big brown eyes widened as Muk jumped forcefully onto him, knocking him from his feet and onto the red carpet. Muk's face was full of happiness and his slit for a mouth opened fully and licked Ash's face repeatedly.
"Glad to see you too!" Ash shouted sarcastically moving Muk from his face. He glanced over at Professor Oak with eyes narrowed and an expression for 'help' on his face.
"Okay Muk, we have important business to discuss— come on," Professor Oak announced snapping his fingers. Muk calmed down and gave Ash one last lick then returned back into nature where it belonged. "So, if you would all follow me please," he said walking upstairs to the lounge. It was a tall cathedral room with a large cylinder shaped window from where you could look down upon Pallet. Ash, Pikachu, and Delia sat on the couch and like an old grandfather, as he was, sat in a nice old red lazy chair.
Professor Oak waited till they were comfortable and sparked up their conversation, offering them some appetizers on a small platter. "So, Ash—" he said, "how was your 'little' vacation?" Professor Oak asked with a sarcastic tone Ash highly disagreed with.
"Hell," he replied without looking at the Professor. "Why do you ask?"
Delia could feel tension between the two and cut in before an argument had risen because professor Oak was so good to Ash throughout the years then Ash just left without a single goodbye. All Ash did was leave a letter on Samuel's doormat asking him to take care of his Pokemon, where the variety of Poke Balls lied next to the letter. Of course Professor Oak had no problem with Ash leaving his Pokemon with him, but abandoning them for three years without a check-up or single call made him furious. "So Samuel, I think now would be a good time to tell Ash the good news!" Delia interrupted shoving a piece of cookie into her mouth, grunting.
Professor oak raised his eyebrows and scrunched his face. "Well I'm glad you called a few weeks ago," he explained gaining Ash's full attention and eye contact, "because you've received a rather overwhelming offer (he reached inside his white lab coat and pulled out a small envelope with Ash's name and address engraved into it) from the Elite Government (he passed the letter to Ash)."
Ash gulped his saliva and blinked one or twice down upon the letter. This is why he had to come home immediately, but what did the Elite Government want with him? He opened the envelope forcefully, almost tearing the notice inside. His heart pounded as the paper flew into his eyes. He opened the tri-folded letter and his heart sunk. It was written in bold calligraphy so it must have been for good reasons. Delia nudged Ash's leg and he focused of the neatly written message.
Dear Mr. Ashura Ketchum of Pallet,
One hundred years has passed since the last Genesis Battle, and we are pleased to inform you that you have specially been chosen, out of billions, to participate in this joyous ritual. For years we have observed the strengths and abilities of each trainer that had participated in either three Pokemon Leagues or more. Those with a strong history of victory, or importance, have qualified and were narrowed down to you and one other trainer.
Ash could feel his stomach rumble fiercely. Him? Out of billions was chosen— he was dreaming it. But he continued to read with all eyes on him.
The centennial event will take place between the middle of dusk and dawn on the thirtieth day of December, year two thousand and fifty. We strongly suggest that a forwarding reply would be sent to the Elite Government as soon as possible so arrangements and future plans can be made.
Thank-you, and we await your arrival for the battle of the century.
Sincerely,
Lance Firewind
Head Master Of The Elite Four
"So?" Delia blurted loudly. "What is it? (She looked at him intensely, his face was shallow and something didn't look right) Tell me!" She commanded and hit him on the back to snap him out of shock. Pikachu had mixed feelings about zapping him, but she controlled herself and waited.
Ash was so tense he didn't even bother to look at the second attachment to the letter, which was probably directions or other certain important notices leading to the coming events. His mouth was shaking and he felt he was hit again from the mighty forces of Mew and Mewtwo. He wasn't expecting anything like this. Now he was sure it was a vivid dream, but he could feel the sharp pain of Pikachu jagged tail inside his waist, so it must have been real. "Someone slap me," he thought. Delia and Samuel sat in awe, mouths hanging open and ready to snatch the letter from his tight grip if he didn't speak up sooner or later.
Delia nudged him once more and he began. "I-I've been chosen…"
"For?" She raised her voice. Professor Oak moved in closer making Ash more nervous.
Pikachu's two ears perked up like a rabbit. She was on all fours and listened in.
Ash exhaled and spilled out the information as quickly as he could. "I've been chosen to fight for Genesis."
- End of Chapter