High Octane Nightmare Fuel
Me : And I'm back again! I have nothing to say, so let's go!
- High Octane Nightmare Fuel -
- History Will Repeat Itself -
"So, which creepy Pokémon should I do next?" asked Alexis, wiggling her eyebrows.
"I have one! How about Banette?" asked Charlotte, excited about the thought of a story with that Ghost Pokémon.
"They are pretty damn scary… it's a doll that was brought back to life for revenge on the owner that disowned it." said Mike, looking at his Pokédex.
"What about Tyranitar?" questioned Alexis.
"I say they are as gentle as a Pachirisu." said an angered Mike; he owns one and was probably the Pokémon he had the least troubles training.
"That's because you own one." argued Charlotte.
"Why does it seem that you chose Pokémon that we just HAPPEN to have?" asked Mike with an annoyed tone is his voice.
"Are you implying something?"
"Yeah, I AM—"
The two Trainers started to bicker with a confused Alexis watching them. "You two are like an old married couple." she commented, using the time to think up of another story (and ignoring the fact that SHE had thought of Tyranitar.)
"HEY!" yelled the two Trainers together, glaring at their friend. Alexis let out a small chuckle before saying "Well, do you guys want to bicker the night away or do you want me to tell you another story?"
Charlotte and Mike stared at each other for a very long time, before looking at the tall blonde and nodding. Rolling her green eyes, Alexis started.
- Banette, the Marionette Pokémon. A doll that became a Pokémon over it's grudge from being junked. It seeks the child that disowned it. -
"THANK YOU SLATEPORT CITY! GOOD NIGHT!"
The roars from the crowds was deafening, as always. Katie Hodges wouldn't have it any other way.
"That was the best concert yet!" yelled Erin Boyd, the guitarist as the band ran into the right wing of the stage. The small redhead was grinning ear to ear as she waved her custom made black-and-silver electric guitar into the air.
"Damn straight it was!" agreed Julia Anderson, a tall black-haired girl that towered over little Erin. One of Julia's drumsticks was bent and broken.
"You said it!" told Katie, grinning. She was the lead singer of the group, and also the keyboard player.
"How DARE you guys leave me there as the fanboys attacked me?" pondered the bass guitarist, a blonde by the name of Emily Raider. Her normally already frizzy hair was insane, looking like golden lightning bolts and she had a small bruise on her left shoulder. Her cherry red bass guitar (who she guarded with her life) looked unscathed, at least. Katie shudder to think what would happen if that guitar got messed up in any way.
"Hey, I said the usual 'Thank you,'" answered Katie. "YOU were supposed to leave. It's not my fault."
Emily rolled her dark brown eyes. "Whatever. But, we, Radiation 64, are going to KILL the Grammies!"
Katie's band, Radiation 64, was a all-female rock band that had basically been nominated for everything that was rock or all-around. Katie was proud of her and the band. They were only a few years old and look how far they come!
The roadies loaded up their stuff (with Emily watched them so they didn't screw anything up) and they left for the hotel.
The five girlfriends chatted it up on the way to Kyorge's Seaside Resort, the most famous (and most expensive) five-star hotel in Slateport. All of it; from the gold-plated doorknobs and window frames to the all-you-can-eat buffet that held everything and anything you could possibly think off and, of course, the penthouse suite that Katie lived in (which took up the entire 58th floor) simply screamed glitz and glamour.
Katie left the four other members of Radiation 64 to their rooms (which where the floor under her) and took the silver elevator to her floor.
To say it was gorgeous was an understatement. It had it all; to a bed that could be called emperor-sized to the gold-plated hot tub. It was insane (and just how she liked it.)
She sat down on the soft red velvet couch and relaxed. The Grammies were only a day away; she needed to relax and be ready to accept all those awards that waited for her. She let her mind wander around for a bit, thinking nothing in particular, before turning off all the lights; making the room look more… sinister.
She went to her bed and fell asleep easily, her dreams all about her winning the golden awards that awaited her and her band.
He waited for her all through the long concert and climbed on to the beautiful snow white limousine that carried his target. Finding her room wasn't hard; it was the only one in the 58th floor.
Before he entered, he let out a quiet chuckle, finally being able to do want he had been made for.
He knocked on the mahogany door three times before he heard shuffling of small feet coming to see who it was. He blended well into the shadows; after all, he lived in them most of his life.
Katie opened the door and looked around, trying to find who knocked on her door. She shrugged her shoulders, thinking it was another room and promptly went back to her bed to continue her dreams.
While she was looking, he slipped into the dark room and laid on the ground, camouflaging himself well. He looked at her and was amazing that so much (and so little) as changed about her. Her black hair was as shiny as ever (she took very good care of it) and her skin was still had the faint tan.
But, of course, no one stays the same forever. The little Katie had grown up; and she was not the same twelve year old girl that she was fifteen years ago.
Which made this all the more sweeter.
He went into the small, but plentiful kitchen. He looked around a bit before finding exactly what he wanted. A long, sharp knife that could cut flesh easily.
He walked towards her bed slowly; he had no rush. Katie wasn't going anywhere.
He slipped through the open door and floated onto the bed silently. Katie looked like an angel when she was sleeping; he remembered it well.
"Katie," he moaned softly, only loud enough for Katie to hear. "Katie…"
Katie groaned as the voice whispered her name again. As her brown eyes fluttered open, she wasn't expecting who was looking at her.
It looked like a seriously messed up doll; a long tail was growing out of it's skull and instead of a mouth, it was a golden zipper. The eyes were glowing red; a sharp contrast to it's black body. In one of it's hands was a knife that looked very sharp.
Katie started to scream her lungs out when the doll's hand lunged at her mouth and closed it. Katie tried to fight it but it fared too strong.
"Katie, don't you remember me?" he asked, looking out her curiously, like he was thinking what was going through her mind.
And Katie's mind was a blur. Questions filled it to the brim, and she was trying to answer the murderous puppet's question. Obviously she didn't know him; or what it was.
Katie slowly shook her head, tears streaming from her pale brown eyes. She didn't want to die yet. She was only twenty-seven; far too young in her mind.
The marionette shook his head sadly; not believing that she didn't remember who he was. Wasn't it obvious to the band leader?
"Katie, maybe this will jog that poor memory of yours," he started off. He took a breath before continuing. "Does the name Willy mean anything to you?"
Katie would have let out a small shriek if not for the puppet's hand over her mouth. Everything clicked from the reminder of that one name and now she was starting to realize how deep a hole she was stuck in.
She started to say something, but it was unintelligible. The deadly doll took off his hand from her mouth, but moved the sharp blade of the knife he had to her throat; silently telling her 'Try anything and you'll die.'
"Oh, Willy… I can't believe it's you." she said in shock. The small, cute doll that once was her best friend was now ready to murder her.
"Me either." Willy replied, smiling wickedly.
"Please… Willy…" she sobbed out. "Don't… do this…"
"I must." he retorted harshly at his old owner. "How would YOU like it to be thrown away in the trash and lay there, forgotten?" he hissed.
More tears fell from Katie's eyes; looking like small waterfalls. The Banette looked on, hatred burning in his eyes. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time.
"WELL?" he demanded, sick of waiting for her answer, pressing the knife against her throat.
Katie let out a small whimper of fear. "I… I wo-wouldn't like it…" she chocked out, fearing for her life.
"Fifteen years I had searched for you. You left Nimbasa City around the time my soul was made from the hate and the lust for revenge." Willy said, looking at her eyes; making she took in every word.
"It was about eight years later that I found out that your family was in the Johto Region and not Unova, so I left there to go to the city that your family was now living in, Blackthorn City. You were away when I got to the city; I believe you were visiting some friends in Cherrygrove. As you might remember, there was a death… your mother's Purrlion by the name of Shadow, correct?"
Katie nodded, still shell-shocked that he knew all of this. She was about to ask the importance of this, but Willy just went on with the story.
"Well, she told me that you were thinking of making a band with those friends; which would be now known as Radiation 64. You then traveled the world as a Pokémon Trainer; which obviously made it very hard to track you down since you moved so fast. But you didn't like it very much; so you went back to the idea of a band. You then became Radiation 64, and once again, traveled the world over."
"Why are you telling me this? We already KNOW this." Katie asked, somewhat annoyed. But she didn't dare do anything; the knife was still at her throat.
"Because… history will repeat itself."
Katie didn't understand Willy's enigmatic words. "I—I don't understand." she said.
The Banette's grin sent icy cold chills up her spine.
"I won't kill you now."
Katie let out a sigh of pure relief. She didn't hear the word 'now,' apparently.
"I was your doll and then you went me away when you were sick and tired of me." he began, hate fermenting the very air. Katie felt like ice was forming in her belly.
"And now… it's time to repeat history!"
The Banette threw the knife onto the floor, clattering against the marble floor. Katie took that small window and tried to flee. Small, nearly clear circles of energy floated around Willy and then at Katie, making her limbs stiffen up like planks of wood, and she fell onto the floor.
"What… what did you use?" she asked. She banged her head against the white marble floor pretty badly, and her skull was bleeding lightly, staining the floor.
"Imprison." he answered, looking down his former friend. "And, Katie, you interrupted me."
Willy didn't say anything for a bit, having the suspense hung onto the air, like a thick cologne.
"It's now your time to be my doll."
Using the small psychic energy he had, he used it to take him and Katie away from the Kyorge's Seaside Resort, away from her friends and her dreams.
For the rest of her life, Katie was beaten up and tortured by Willy (or as Willy liked to call it, play time.) At the end, he left her body in the same dumpster that she left him.
"So… what did you think?" asked Alexis, but it was obvious that both Charlotte and Mike was scared beyond belief.
"My freaking Arceus man… I'm not going to sleep tonight." said Mike, chuckling, but still scared stiff.
"I second that." answered a shocked Charlotte.
Alexis smiled, and Mike and Charlotte could see from the flames coming from their campfire that her grin looked… vaguely evil. Like she was a Banette that succeeded in killing her owner.
"So… who's next?"
Me - And we're done! I would like thank P3MF-Richter for the idea of a Banette (well… you said Shuppet, but… close enough. :D) Anyway, once again, Alexis's question is for YOU.
This is slightly longer than the other one (8 pages compared to 6.) And it's possible that chapters will become longer.
I wanted this one to be very freaky… I mean, Willy basically reversed the tables on Katie. Chapters WILL get more gruesome and creepier as I progress through this story (as I get used to write horror, since it's my first time.)
I had a lot of fun with this (maybe because I love me some Banette.) I blame Dark Amphithere (one of my best friends on this site) for that. And also for the Cacturne one.
Willy - Review… or what I did to Katie I will do to YOU!
