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Missy breathed in slowly as she became conscious. She was laying on her back. Her head was lax and tilted on a pillow. Her arms were at her side. She didn't open her eyes and chose to remain limp.
Missy twitched her finger and felt the bed below her. She tapped the soft sheets and a firm mattress below her. She wondered if she had made it back to the tardis. She focused on the controls for a moment, but she couldn't grasp them.
Ninetails, can you hear me? she reached out to the pokemon.
Missy waited and attempted again, but no response came.
Her mind went rampant with a few choice curse words before she focused on the issue at hand. She had pursued the celebi and when the master ball came close the pokemon it disappeared in a flash of blue and white light. Recalling what she had learned about the pokemon she knew it was not a fixed point in time.
The information the tardis had provided was very clear. There were limited rules when it came to capturing pokemon. The only pokemon that weren't catch-able where those owned by a trainer.
Going back to the celebi the tardis had said Ilex Forest was a common place to spot the pokemon, ninetails had told her this as well. There was a good possibility that Team Rocket also had this information.
The whole issue with Team Rocket was the fact that they were there on the same day, at the same time she was. It was too much of a coincidence. They couldn't have known she was after celebi, of course, it didn't matter what she was after. When they encountered there was already a bounty on her.
A pretty hefty bounty. She was astonished the team leader would be so upset about a loss that he would want her captured. Then again he knew she was a time traveler, perhaps he was after something else. Whatever it was she was fairly certain she was going to find out very soon.
She thought it over some more. How could they have been in the same place at the exact same time?
An image of men dressed in red suits came to her mind it was followed by Lysandre's. He had to be the person responsible for this. For whatever reason, he was trying to eliminate her through Team Rocket.
Recalling what she had seen when she arrived they were both at war with each other. Considering the state of the world they could have already been at war with each other for some time, but she didn't think that was the case. Team Rocket clearly didn't have the technology to time travel.
Lysandre did, but if they were fighting one another Team Rocket wouldn't exist. Why would he go through all of this trouble to use another organization to do his bidding? The only vailible reason she could think of was that he didn't want them to know he existed.
If that was true that meant there was a traitor in Team Rocket. Someone had led them to the right place and the right time. Now that she was finally captured she was out of Lysandre's way and no longer a threat. It also made her a sitting duck. If he and his team attacked her location he could take out two birds with one stone.
Feeling the pressure of her realization she decided it was time to get up.
Missy opened her eyes and took in her new surroundings. The cell was small and the area was well lit. She shut her eyes before slowly adjusting to the light. She looked around. The room didn't consist of much four barren walls, a door, a toilet, a sink, and the bed she was resting on.
She checked her hair. It was somewhat of a mess she removed her hair band. She combed it back with her fingers and placed it back up again.
She took a second glance and noticed a scarlet book on the floor.
Missy looked up and noticed a small dome camera in the corner of the room. She looked it over. The camera was trained on her. She peered at it then stood up. She checked her jacket and pockets. She had nothing, but her own close and wit.
She sighed and turned her attention to the camera. " You know where I'm from this could be considered a form of flirting. "
Missy picked up the book titled: Mythical Pokemon and Legendary Trainers. A bookmark stuck out from the spine. She took a seat back on the bed and opened the book to the marked page. Inside was an illustration of her dressed in red robes with a scepter in her hand. Her shiny ninetails at her side.
" They almost got it right," she muttered.
The Mistress
The Legend of the Mistress was no ordinary story. She was wildly regarded as the first pokemon trainer. She was renowned for her efforts in the war. She fought many battles with her scepter and her faithful companion, a shining ninetails. Her story was so great it would be told through the ages.
The Mistress was a warrior of tremendous valor. Her story began on a mid-summers day, more than a thousand years ago. She arrived at a village under siege of a great dragon pokemon Hydreigon. The townspeople had prayed for someone to end the dragon's blight. On that day, Arceus answered their prayers, he sent The Mistress to stop the dragon's plunder of their resources.
She and ninetails fought heroically. Together they defeated the dragon with the greatest of ease. In her honor, the village was named after the beast she defeated, The Village of Dragons.
It is widely believed that Arceus called upon her once more during the Pokemon War. She was known as The Mistress Champion of Arceus. During the great pokemon war, the Mistress fought in a key battle, The Battle of Vale. She and ninetails fought a legion of pokemon lead by an arcanine and zapdos. Using her sector she fought with great vigor.
The Mistress easily subdued all of her opponents. She single handily ended the battle. Shortly after she retreated to the platues-
She flipped the pages to the cover title A publication of Lumiose Press 1947. Missy fanned the pages and glimpsed and the depictions of different legends. In the back was a list of many authors and references. She failed to find the author of her story.
The door slowly began to slide open. Her eyes shot over to the sound. Missy glared at the two men that stood in the doorway. They were both wearing black uniforms with a red R emblazoned on them. She noticed one of them was holding a set of thick handcuffs, the other had a stun gun aimed at her.
" Our boss wants a word with you," a guard demanded.
Missy glared at them for a moment. The pair said nothing. They both stood and watched her ready to take action. She thought about hypnotizing them She decided against it. She was cautiously curious about what he wanted. He had gone so far as to make this capture even fighting himself. She could respect that if anything else.
Besides she had other problems. The world was ending escape would not be quick. Judging by the look of things, not an easy one. She had been in this situation before and she knew she would need more than ten days. With things the way they were she was going to have to do something else.
Missy watched the pair. They stepped back apprehensively as she looked at them. She took a breath and set the book aside.
" Alright, let's go," she casually said.
They waited for her to stand up. Missy turned her back. She allowed them to put her in the restraints.
Missy listened to a hum and noted the locks were electronic. She cringed as they locked around her wrist. They escorted her down a narrow passage there were a few other doors all on her right she listened as she carried on, but she could hear no other signs of life. They reached the end of the hall and approached an elevator.
They stopped one of the guards pressed the button. The doors open and they step in. Missy glanced over the floors. B-9 - R. The buttons for eight and nine need a key. She noted the current floor number was B-9. The guard pressed the B-3 button, they took a moderate trip up.
Missy glanced to her left there was a wall they turned left and started walking. The hallway was lined with oak doors, all of them were closed. They continued to walk to the end of the hall. Two large rosewood doors were shut at the end. They reached them she stopped a few feet from the door.
The guard stepped next to her and opened the door." Go on."
Missy stepped into the office there was a large desk and a vacant chair. A flat-screen television was mounted on the far wall. A black screen on a computer monitor accompanied by a keyboard. She took the seat in front of her. Missy closed her eyes and focused. The tardis was out of her reached. She called out to ninetails again but had no luck.
She took a deep breath and started to go over her other problems. She knew time was running out and being captured was the least of her problems. The world was close to ending, her only hope for recharging the tardis managed to escape, and she could only see one way to save her lives.
The sound of the door opening broke her thoughts. A man dressed in a black suit entered. His persian was in perfect stride with him. Missy recognized him instantly from the battle. He glared at her as he took his seat. She remained calm and looked back.
" Still think I'm incapable?" he asked.
Missy gave a half smile. " Is that what this is about?"
He coldly glared at her. " You never answered my question." He gently stroked persian. " Who are you?"
" Evidently a legend," Missy paused to gauge his reaction. He was not amused. " You know who I am, the names Missy. "
" Who do you work for?"
Missy raised a brow. " I work for myself."
He picked up the remote to his television. Missy looked over as he turned it on. The image of her two hearts was displayed. She was surprised by this. Missy discarded the emotion. She turned her attention back to him.
" The amount of tranquilizer you took should have killed you on the spot. One of my top scientists became curious when he listened to your heart rate. One hundred and fifty-two beats per minute. He was sure you were about to die," he said as he pressed play.
Missy watched her hearts beat for a moment.
" So he checked and was intrigued by this discovery. He would love to learn more," he calmly said as he turned off the television.
Missy turned her attention back to him. The look she gave was fierce. He looked intently at back with an overpowering glare. He was cunning for a human, she found his lack of detail the most interesting. She needed to know where they were in his timeline.
" Power and force, I can see you've learned something. How long has it been since our last encounter?" she asked.
He was taken aback by the question. " Two years."
" What are you after?" Missy asked going back to the topic.
He smirked at her question. " Let's start with your technology."
Missy let out a sigh and leaned back.
" It's impressive for someone who works alone," he said.
" It certainly is, I stole most of it on my travels."
His eyes were filled with deep skepticism. " Stole it from who?"
Other Time Lords came to mind, but she couldn't name all of them. Let alone convince him that was the truth.
Missy rolled her eyes in disbelief. " Oh my gosh, you really don't get it. I'm a time traveler. Go to the right date and take that tech with you, next thing you know your millennia ahead of your opponents."
His eye's narrowed. " Still doesn't answer my question."
" Other time travelers. "
He appeared bewildered by this piece of information. " So it's from the future. I looked over the device that was on your wrist. I've never seen any language like that before. What does it say?"
Missy smirked at this question. She pondered it over and recollected what she could from the back of the device.
" It says property of the Time Agency of the fifty-third century. Manufactured on Halafex of the Medusa Cascade," Missy explained.
She peered at him. His reaction was uncertain. He gently rolled his fingers over his persian's head.
He looked at her intently. " Halafex, Medusa Cascade, where are these places?"
She could tell he was trying to read her. " There light years off, I've traveled a long way."
" You traveled the galaxy?"
" Yes and no traveled the universe, not too long ago I had the ability to travel all of time and space, " Missy explained, he seemed bemused by her answer.
" Really, that's the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever had the nerve-" he stopped himself and let out a laugh. He stroked the persian's neck. " Are you actually serious about that?"
" Of course, where I'm from we have the technology to do so." Missy thought about it for a moment. She might as well tell him, nothing to lose telling the truth. " There is almost nothing that is beyond a Time Lord."
He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
" Is that what you are. " He scoffed. " A time lord in chains," he taunted as he looked at Missy. " Where are you from?"
" It's not like you're believing this. Like I said my story is long, complicated, and unique," she replied.
" You've got me interested, answer the question."
She leered at him. " I'm from Gallifrey."
Missy watched him break out into laughter.
" Well, that's absurd. You actually believe these things."
He continued to laugh as Missy rolled her eyes. She glared back at him as she thought of a way to counter his arrogance.
" I know these things. Think about it a girl with two hearts, awesome technology, time traveler and someone who has extensive knowledge about the future. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen."
They both looked at each other. Missy could tell she's pissed him off or perhaps he took it as a direct challenge, she wasn't sure. This one was smart to be skeptical. He was being so heinous about this.
He was taunting her, like a child. Megalomaniac didn't actually know what he was going to do yet. It occurred to her that he's just asserting his authority. His eyes grew curious. He appeared to be in a state of deep thought.
" What does the future hold?" he asked.
Missy scoffed. " What do I look like a fortune teller?" She leered at him. " That's a broad question with many answers."
He returned the look. " For this world?"
" For this world, not much. About ten days from now it ends," she replied.
He seemed somewhat amused by this. He rolled his hand as he gestured for her to go on.
" I came here about two weeks ago. That's time travel for ya. When I arrived on this world it was being destroyed by the ultimate weapon. Your organization verse another, still not sure who they are. Their leader just happens to be another time traveler," Missy explained.
He seemed to be disenchanted by the news. " Prove it to me."
This was a bit of shock to Missy. " Okay, let's start with that book. Do you remember where it came from?"
He seemed surprised by the question. The look he gave her let Missy know he had a fairly good memory of it. He looked into Missy's eyes and laughed again before he regained his composure.
" What about the book? It's not that relevant. Prove it to me, prove that the world is ending. I bet you can't because you're just dodging my invested interest," he said with disdain.
Missy grasped his emotion and took the opportunity and sent over a mental recreation of the events she saw on the day of her arrival. It took a moment for him to grasp what he was looking at. He then closed his eyes. She closed her eyes and joined him at the scene.
" What in the world is this?!" he shouted as a red helicopter flew overhead.
" Welcome to the end of the world," Missy said with a smile.
The pair looked ahead at a large pillar of light emitting from the ground hundreds of miles away. Missy glanced over at him he gazed at the scene.
" This is Goldenrod City. I found it like this when I arrived. This happens about ten days from now." Missy explained as a red and black helicopter began to fire laser weapons at each other. He was amazed and terrified by the destruction.
" Do you know how this happened?"
" Haven't quite put it all together yet. I know that time traveler Lysandre is behind it. He told me before he tried to kill me."
A blue wave of light pulsed through the sky. A powerful wind blew past them. Slowly the world around them began to dissipate.
" That's where the book comes in its too detailed and very misleading. Time travelers use books to combat each other. I'm sure Lysandre is using you as a tool to take me out. Your people know way too much. You couldn't possibly have known I was a time traveler before my capture. How did you get that information?"
He glared at her. " Got it in a report. If you had read that book you would have seen the clues in your history."
Missy shook her head. " Sorry, I don't need a book to tell me that, " she paused as she looked into his eyes. " I suspect there is a traitor in your organization. This whole thing worked out too well for you. Our connection is going to end soon. Do you have a gun on you?"
The look in his eyes told her he was puzzled. " I've got one in my desk."
Missy looked at him with great confidence. " Fantastic, when we exit you up for a little murder role play?"
He raised a brow as he glared at her. " Your way to valuable for me to kill."
" Oh my gosh... Role-playing is acting instead of doing. You've missed the point." Missy stepped in front of him blocking his view. " We're running out of time. I'm willing to bet a few minutes after I've been killed things are going to get crazy."
" Why?"
" The minute I'm out of the way, you become Lysandre's next big target. Think about it, is there anyone else that could be considered a threat? " she asked. " I don't know who he's working with. As of this moment, he's re-writing history and were both targets. This is your response in the future. Do you really think he's going to allow for this to happen? It's not too late, together we can re-write history."
The scenery was turning white as objects began to disintegrate. The connection ended in a white void. Together they awoke in the office. He stared back at Missy, his eyes said it all. He was uncertain about everything she had just said.
" In all of my years," he growled. " No one has anyone ever had the nerve to tell me such absurd things."
His persian was startled, It backed off confused and terrified. Missy gaze widened as she stared at him. She was unable to read his intentions. Fear ripped through her hearts as he glowered at her. He had a look of fury and anger she hadn't seen in a human before. She breathed in and slowly and leaned back into the chair.
