Dear reader, Im glad you found my story and want to sit down to read this Fanfic. Thank you for taking the time. On that note I will say, I have revised the story to keep adult language to at a minimum (as I read the guidelines) and WILL NOT add any scenes that will be uncomfortable to you, all I want to do in my series is play with your emotions, toy with your ambitions, and bunk your theories. If the story does get taken down, I will revise it once more and try to publish it again. Now with no further delay, let's begin...

In amidst the rubble of a ruined city, everything remained still, the grey sky roared with thunder claps, and fumed with a carbon atmosphere. Gunfire and roars from animals in the distance Thus, was the year 2042, publicly marked as, "Post-World War III"; however, among mankind was a quarrel of man versus a unlikely foe, yet these said "foes" were the true heroes, but were doomed from the start. This war to them was a clash for freedom, right, and end extinction for a certain race… The tale of this fine youngster will not only prove he is what the many call "a Gunslinger; a Ghost; a Prodigy."

You volunteered to scavenge for all the necessities for the refugees in your residing camp, food, water, medicine, weapons and munitions, gas masks, anything your pack can carry. While attempting to pry a hunting rifle you fancied out of a scrap pile, you take a drastic fall, tumbling down a slope made of concrete, ash, and rubble you luckily avoid broken steel rods and shards of glass on the way down, but you were launched into the air by the slope and landed on your back. You landed on something sharp and you muffled your screams of agony as a steel rod was stuck in your right shoulder blade, you couldn't move it or even wanted to remove it. The group call out to you, if knowing you were taken by the Reaper. With a conformation and a request for a medic, you stood up with your left hand as support on the ground. You wander to find a way up, and enter a building. Filled with darkness, lights flicker, and cables snap and spark.

You make your way around cubicles and approach a steel vault door, from the looks of it, it was blown open from the outside, you think it was scavengers. You glance in and you see nothing in there but a terminal with some audio recordings. You touch the screen to select the one titled: August 9th, 2039- Phantom's Epilogue… Pokeuman hand scan required, and AI has you locked out, a handprint scan appears on the screen and blinks blue. You place your hand on it, and oddly enough, it accepted the input and the handprint turns green. You wondered why it accepted your DNA? You were always human, you know it. Maybe it was broken? And what did it say? Pokeuman, what the hell was that anyway? Welcome, you must be a fellow Pokeuman, I am A1ic3, or Alice. You are not listed as a resistance member, let me fix that. "Alice, I would like access to the audio logs." you plead. I will grant access but any attempts to copy, move, or tamper with the files will automatically lock you out of the node. You then tap on the log from August, 2039.

People always say they are destined for something greater, it's true, but to me it's a whole other story. I never would've guessed I had Lucario genetic coding in my DNA patterns, and to think I'd had to participate in an actual war, but this war wasn't for patriotism, for our enemies it was for extinction, slavery, and the classic "world domination". This story lead me to hell and back more than I can friggin' count. The story I am telling may not compare to a military veteran's, but it makes the cut. The backstory is that the war I served undergo twelve years hidden from the public eye. And this company that we faced had two heads; or two faces: The day, they act as any normal business, those are the days where they restocked on key supplies; metal, gunpowder, rations, minerals, gases; and, from what I identified, were power cells… A battery used for beam weapons. This company changed its name from "Pokextinction", to a more "innocent" name: Global Inc.

The war began before I was born, my parents fought for their freedom and then my father passed away… Or so I thought. I prefer to only give my first name, and my Code Name: Phantom. My past was not a bright one, it was one where my dad was an alcoholic and my mom gave birth to me, however, my dad didn't approve of it. We lacked money, yet had plenty to buy clothes, food, and have a roof. I was happy with my grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins. But as a kid, my family verbally fought, I was physically bruised by my father, I was emotionally distraught and broken. I was later diagnosed with Asperger's at the age of 15, and have been through years of therapy, and countless amounts of pills to control my depression, and anxiety. Thoughts of suicide were common, but only twice was I ever close. My most recent spiral toward damnation was when my girlfriend broke up with me, for a guy she only met for half of a summer… I knew her for years, we were best friends, and now I felt like I lost everything…

And there's more to it, what I think I hear are voices in my head, except my brain now evolved into three different personalities. One, is me, normal; two, the bright lightbulb, sunshine-after-the-rain, this personality was dubbed Divinity. Divinity is a female, yet you speak "How is she a female but you're a male?" don't ask, my story will tell you. The final one is a dark and dangerous fiend. He is the definition of "monster"; he loves to speak about suicide to me, tell me: "You screwed up enough, you're not worth the space anymore. Nobody is there to be with you anymore." Besides that, he is known to be my merciless side. This demented side was named Erebos.

Now you know me, my name is Bryant, play my second latest log… Mom, dad… I coming… A bang rang in the audio, you assume this "Bryant" went to the heavens.