(An advanced warning to all readers, this story will contain numerous scenes of violence, blood and gore and any scene containing such material is not afraid to convey such violence in any way possible. The story will also contain many uses of profanity throughout, including, amongst others, infrequent use of the c word and frequent use of the f word. If this does not affect you in any way, read on and enjoy -CodenameDeus-)
Discovering:
Playground:
-any place, environment, or facility used for recreation or amusement, as a resort.
"There are those that know me as Deus. There are those that know me as The Prototype. They can call me what they want, but it will not change who I am; what I am.
There are those that dub me a hero, others declare me a monster. I care little for their mollycoddling or their burning hatred. I complete my objectives however hard, at whatever the cost.
Now, I take Goldenrod City for my sprawling playground, and I am not to be its only source of trouble..."
The words of a moody, mysterious Pachirisu. Clad in a black hooded coat, it allows him to retain his mysterious aura, even as far as shadowing his eyes within his hood.
Of course, this Pachirisu is not exactly ordinary, given that he happens to be the host to a particularly strong form of the Blacklight Virus that inhabits his body with seemingly little to no repercussions on him at all, but gifted him with extraordinary power and abilities, some of which the hooded Pachirisu would call super powers.
He stood watching over Johto's largest city, Goldenrod from the summit of a skyscraper and seemed to both take in the view and plot what he would do first.
"The city does not know what is coming, and they had better brace themselves." The Prototype mumbled quietly to himself as he let himself fall from the edge of the tall building, falling like a missile towards the ground below.
The Pachirisu landed swiftly if not graciously on a man to break his fall, causing his latest victim's neck to snap loudly and split apart, spraying blood all over the glass on the building he had just fallen from.
"I believe life is precious...but not for everybody." He declared quietly, where only those within a few feet could hear him.
They were too busy running as far from his location as possible to be concerned with his speeches of grandeur, fearing for their lives after the loss of that one man.
"Look at you all, scattering like flocks of brainless birds and falling over each other like rows of dominoes." The hooded Pachirisu again muttered, perhaps implying that humans are inferior to himself or even Pokemon in general.
The Prototype wandered down the street for a little while until he reached such a point where the citizens of Goldenrod City had not discovered upon his deed yet.
He stopped and scanned the area with his eyes. All appeared calm with people talking and walking, nothing out of the ordinary. It was a complete contrast to the chaos that ensued a few blocks back.
Smirking, the hooded Pachirisu's pale blue eyes fell upon a posse of Pokemon trainers across the road and without a thought, and knowing he would gain some attention, he headed in their direction. One of the group spotted him:
"Is that...a Pachirisu?" He asked while fiddling with the baseball cap atop his head.
"Of course it is, but why is it wearing something?" Another trainer beside him asked in a dumb sounding voice, causing his friends to extract dirty looks in his direction.
"Well what's the problem? We can just catch it anyway." The trainer protested out loud, perfectly audible enough for The Prototype to hear.
"I would love to see you try, human." The hooded Pachirisu pried arrogantly.
"It talks." The baseball cap wearing trainer gasped while predictably stating the obvious. The Prototype rolled his eyes in disgust.
"I have sympathy with whatever fool educated you." The Pachirisu mocked harshly and stared down the group of budding trainers like his eyes were a pair of needles.
"What did you say to me?" The trainer asked demandingly as he took offence to the hooded Pachirisu's snide comment.
"Have you got wax in your fucking ears?" The Prototype retorted with a question of his own and positioned himself closer to the trainers in an effort to intimidate them.
The baseball cap wearing trainer drew a Poke ball from his belt and prepared to unleash the Pokemon inside.
"Save me the trouble, kid and I'll spare the poor creature inside." The Pachirisu balked and despite his annoyance, a dark smile crept across his face.
"You evil..." The dumb sounding, blonde haired trainer began but never finished for whatever reason.
The Prototype shook his head at the intelligence the trainers before him displayed.
The baseball cap wearing trainer gritted his teeth and then threw the Poke ball to start a battle sequence without an announcement.
The hooded Pachirisu dashed in with incredible speed and lifted his paws to catch the Poke ball in his arms as if he was ready to embrace a hug with it.
Those same Pokemon trainers were completely shocked as they witnessed the male Pachirisu do such a thing, while The Prototype himself was relieved to know the Pokemon never warped outside its ball.
"How dare you interfere with the art of battling." The baseball cap wearing trainer balked seemingly angrily, making The Prototype chuckle sarcastically.
"I'll be making art on the pavement with your entrails if you don't keep your mouth shut." The hooded Pachirisu responded threateningly. His right arm mutated, coated with a gaggle of black and red vein like substances before finally revealing its transformation into a large silver bladed weapon that The Prototype simply calls the Blade.
The group of trainers stood there in further shock.
"Yeah this is your cue to run." The Prototype stated sarcastically and shook his head in disbelief.
"Run? You don't run from a challenge, you know." The baseball cap wearing trainer remarked, annoying the hooded Pachirisu even more.
"Is that so? I guess you shall not be needing your head for that then." The moody Pachirisu uttered as he now long since grew bored of the trainers standing before him and now saw them as obstacles in his way.
Dashing forwards suddenly towards the baseball cap wearing trainer, The Prototype leaps off of the ground and kicking himself off the trainer's stomach to maintain his air time, the Pachirisu swung his blade arm dangerously as it sliced through the trainer's neck before he landed gracefully upon the ground again.
He watched like a spectator at a sports game as the trainer's baseball cap fell to the floor and grabbed his neck in desperation and pain.
Gagging and choking, he fell to his knees as blood dripped from his mouth profusely.
Eventually his head slid away from the rest of his body and rolled a few metres past The Prototype and leaving a red trail in its wake.
The hooded Pachirisu sighed and tossed the now dead trainer's Poke ball to one of his deeply upset friends before wandering away, leaving the other Pokemon trainers to mourn in the wake of their ally's passing.
His blade arm returned to its normal, default Pachirisu form as he looked up at the peak of the tall, glass fronted skyscrapers.
However, his attention is soon diverted to a group of people running and screaming out of a nearby alleyway.
The Pachirisu's curiosity got the better of him, especially when he made a note of how quiet the surrounding area had suddenly become.
To add to the mysterious eeriness of the place, a flock of Murkrow flew overhead in group formation, squawking as they did so with even the gentle flapping of their wings being perfectly audible, such is the quiescence.
The Prototype glanced around the corner, down the alleyway to see reality distort and flicker before him.
A faint female voice nearby uttered only one word, but a word that is certain to gain his attention.
"Deus." Came the faint whisper. The voice seemed familiar to the hooded Pachirisu, but before he could contemplate, arcs of bright forked lightning emanated from the distorted reality of whom now appeared like a portal to a dark place, skewering the nearby walls and punching various holes through each one.
As The Prototype's eyes wandered from the path pf the lightning and back to the portal, a pair of heterochromic eyes, the left one red and the right one green, stared back at him with a dark smile upon a light grey furred face the eyes belonged to.
A few seconds later, the face faded into the portal, with the portal itself closing and cutting off, restoring the reality around it to how it was before.
The Prototype turned around towards the unknowing civilians going about their everyday activities, his face now sporting its own dark grin...