BACK FROM VACATION!...not the best one but I'll take it. *sweatdrop* And yes, it's another one without Monsters Inc. How ironic that my mom decided to toy with the computer before I upload the chapter. And that she wiped out all my pictures, stories and updates.
Chia: Wow did you look ticked.
Of course I was ticked! And I know my readers would be too! Plus, when I went to find the movie for a re-write of that update and refer to, the website took it down. Now I need to find a new online source. That may take a bit.
Chia: Explain this chapter before your readers get bored.
Alrighty then. During vacation, I did end up getting sick so I was stuck in the hotel room with hours of free time by myself as well as cable tv. And I dreamed up a rewrite for Beauty & The Buizel fanfic I wrote earlier. So there will be a Beauty & The Buizel 2 rewrite in the near future.
Chia: This would be something related?
Sort of Beauty & The Beast based after a dream I had about our favorite blonde couple. And why not? How many sci-fi versions of the story are there? Hopefully, you guys shall like this! Read, review, enjoy…
Chia: AND KILL SKY FOR NO MONSTERS INC!
NO! DON'T KILL ME!
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There once was a teenage boy with a brilliant mind seen only once or twice in a century. Though his looks weren't handsome or his physique tough, the boy was far more advanced in mathematics, sciences and engineering. His unique skills were recognized by Almia's most famous company; Altru. There, the genius became a professor and worked among other smart people in the career. He was happy to learn, invent new things and to benefit the world of pokemon.
But then came that fateful, stormy night.
The genius was asked by high command to dive into genetics and pokemon's true strength. By researching this, scientists could possibly find a way to enhance pokemon to make them powerful. Perhaps enough to save or bring back pokemon from extinction. It was a goal the genius was hopeful in. He was sure he got the mechanics just right. Better yet, it wouldn't end up like that rumored failed accident of mewtwo and Cinnabar lab. And that night, he'd not only bring back an extinct pokemon. The genius would make it far more advanced than any pokemon seen so far.
However, not even he could have predicted what happened next.
No one knew that the calculations were tampered with and held a grave error. Nor were they aware that the machine held too much power for the experiment to take in.
Explosions took out the entire room the lab was located on. Scientists died a slow, vicious death among the flames. The genius was left alive but he hadn't escaped the horror. As the machine exploded, the DNA was plunged straight into him. A hideous transformation took place to the poor boy. His peach skin became as hard as metal with a purple coating. The waist contracted, forcing the insides to protrude into a strange abdomen. Hands and feet stuck together like magnets, dipped in a lavender hue. Eyes became red and bulgy. The lips stretched across the face, disappearing into the skull to become a distorted fake smile. Just like that, the genius had become a beast.
The genius had hoped that Altru would help him. After so many sacrifices to the company and furthering technologic advances, surely they'd do something. But what the genius didn't realize was how blind he had been.
Altru didn't care about people or pokemon. It's president only wanted darkness; to take over Almia with brute force. He gathered the Dim Sun organization to do so. And with the genius as their ultimate war weapon, nothing could stop the president from world domination. Horrified, the genius fled Altru.
People were appalled by his monstrous appearance. Pokemon were struck terrified. Even the genius's own family couldn't recognize him. There was no choice but to hide away. The genius made himself a base in a secret location and tried everything he could to return to normal. No amount of science, technology or anything worked.
The genius discovered one thing. Returning to normal could be done. But it was a shrinking possibility. If he couldn't find the cure for his problem in time, he'd be doomed to live his life as a beastly pokemon monster. And as weeks passed, hope was soon becoming lost…
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"What a beautiful day!"
A blonde girl in a green operators uniform took a deep breath of the mountain air of the Chroma Valley.
"Beautiful? You must be out of your mind."
Behind her came two top rangers; one with brown pigtails and another with spiky red hair.
"What? You don't appreciate nature, Keith?" Rhythmi asked the redhead.
"First off, its evening. And it's going to rain soon." Keith pointed out.
Rhythmi rolled her eyes. "Yeah well I don't get out of the Union much, ok? About time I got some fresh air."
"Not so fast. Looks like the air's about to go bad." Kate, the pigtailed girl, said.
Some feet away, on the cliffs rock edge, Dim Sun grunts were spotted. They had murkrow with them that were ready to fire off black smog. If that stuff got around the valley, it'd be dangerous. Not just for vision but longterm exposure might make pokemon sick.
"Those jerks." Keith whipped out the styler. "About time we take 'em down. You two ready?"
"Ready!" Kate gave a thumbs up.
"Let's go!" Rhythmi nodded.
And so the trio came charging up the mountainside.
See, Dim Sun had been terrorizing Almia for quite some time. Kidnapping pokemon, setting up mind-control machines for pokemon, causing terror and such. Top Rangers Kate and Keith were assigned to Chroma Valley that day to deal with more pokemon abductions. But rumor had it that Dim Sun might bring murkrow which would produce black smog. Black smog did nothing good for a ranger styler. So the Union sent operator Rhythmi to recharge stylers and check for damage using her laptop. Since an operator spent most of the time in a chair indoors, Rhythmi welcomed the change of pace.
"Another Dim Wit group defeated!" Kate cheered as the Dim Sun goons ran away in defeat.
"AW YEAH! WE KICK BUTT!" Keith whoop'd, dancing about.
Rhythmi laughed as she recharged the stylers. It was always great spending time with her best friends. Even if they were weird at times.
"You think that's the last of them?" Kate asked.
"Maybe." Rhythmi shrugged. "There were reports of numerous groups of Dim Sun. But we've only seen three all afternoon. I think that might be it."
"Doesn't matter." Keith smugly said. "If there's 1 or 100, I'll take them all on! Nothing can stop a ranger!"
KABOOM!
"….except rain?" Kate raised an eyebrow as a heavy downpour engulfed the valley.
"Uh yeah." Keith sweatdropped.
"Eek!" Rhythmi yelped. "We gotta get out of this rain before we catch colds!"
"Race ya down the mountain!" Keith challenged.
The redhead already took off down the cliffs. Kate yelled something before running right off afterhim.
"Hey wait up!" Rhythmi called.
Damn they were quick. The operator stashed the laptop in her bag and started to run right after them. Rain got heavier by the second. Hard to see in front of you. And the water was already making the rocks super slippery. While a rangers shoes had traction, an operators' did not. Rhythmi was already having trouble.
"Kate! Keith!" Rhythmi shouted. "Come on you guys! Slow down!"
Couldn't even see them anymore. Lost track of where they were. Rhythmi had to hustle through and hope they were…
Crumble. Crumble.
Something didn't feel right. It felt like the cliffs shook. Either that or…
Crumble. Crumble. BOOM!
Without warning, Rhythmi felt the ground disappear from under her feet. Rocks tumbled down the high canyon walls. And within mere seconds, Rhythmi followed them. The girl screamed as she fell the long way down. Her body was smashed over and over by boulders and scraping up against the sharp walls. A few times, the head was struck. She soon crashed through the treetops and deep within the forest. Rhythmi rolled a little ways before lying in a crumpled heap in the wet grass. Thunder echoed across the sky.
The pain was excruciating. Black spots danced in front of the operator's vision. Rhythmi was barely able to prop herself on her elbows.
"Keith! Kate!" Rhythmi shouted to the skies. "Someone! Help!"
Soon, it became too much for her to bear. Pain overcome Rhythmi and swept across her brain. With that, she collapsed onto the ground unconscious.
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Though she passed out, Rhythmi's mind was stuck in some sort of limbo for what seemed like eternity. She wanted to wake up. But something prevented her. Like her body lacked energy. As if she had to recharge after the brutal beating it took. Rhythmi waited a long time in the darkness of her head. She waited for the moment her body was barely recovered enough to pry her eyes open.
Vision was blurry at first. It adjusted soon enough. Eyes were staring at a wooden ceiling. Looking around, Rhythmi found herself on a couch in a log cabin. Though it was much bigger than an ordinary log cabin. Really messy too. Filled with boxes, papers and random materials of sorts. Rhythmi's laptop lied next to the couch but it was smashed into pieces; probably impossible to fix. A single light was on, creating a small warm glow in the dark. A window on the other side of the room told her that it was very late at night and the storm grew worse.
Rhythmi groaned as she tried to sit up. Had to go slowly as pain vibrated from everywhere. She inspected herself. The operator jacket was taken off; all that was on was the white tank top. Left arm, close to the shoulder, held a wrapped bandage. Bruises decorated the arms and leg (it felt like there was one on the head too). But the most noticeable injury was the cast on her right foot. Though Rhythmi tried to move it, it was painful to do so.
"I see you are awake."
A voice rang out. Rhythmi's eyes darted everywhere to track the source.
"You've sustained heavy damage from your fall. There's a cut on your arm, a broken foot and what I suspect is a concussion."
There it was again. Odd. It sounded like there was a human's voice but…why did it sound metallic as well? Rhythmi squinted to see something was hiding in the shadows of the room.
"Did you help me?" She asked.
"I did. I heard screams and came to assist you. Couldn't leave you alone in those woods in the condition you're in."
"Well um…thank you." Rhythmi said. "Would you mind if I use your phone? I'm sure my friends are worried about me."
"I have to apologize. There aren't any telephones here or for some ways."
"Oh. Then can I borrow your laptop?" Rhythmi requested.
"It's not connected to the internet."
Rhythmi sat back against the arm rest of the couch. No phone or internet? How'd she get into contact with the Union? They had no clue where she was. Would they be worried? Kate always cared about the well-being of her closest friends. And Keith was like a brother to Rhythmi. Keith, though he wouldn't admit it, treated Rhythmi like a sister. Naturally he'd be concerned. The operator hated to think if her friends were out there looking for her now.
"Is there any way I can reach my friends?" Rhythmi asked. "I mean, maybe once the storm clears up, I can go search for them."
"I doubt you'd get far in that state."
"True…" Rhythmi sighed, looking at her cast. "Er…I hate to be a bother but once morning comes and the rain stops, could you see if you can find a ranger? They would gladly help."
"….I can't."
"You can't?"
"I'm in no condition to leave the premises."
Rhythmi was about to speak again when her eyes caught something. The silhouette in the shadows, where the voice came from. It looked different than a normal human shaped silhouette. Weird. And a little suspicious.
The girl gulped but then said, "Step into the light."
Silence. The silhouette shifted forward into the light as asked. That wasn't a human at all. I-it was a pokemon! No, a monster! An ugly creature of some kind! A purple bug-like robot with a creepy grin, piercing red eyes and a bulky cannon on its back. Rhythmi gasped, holding a hand to her mouth in shock. Her skin grew eerily white. This thing saved her?
"I-…i-is that w-what you really look like?" Rhythmi whispered, scared.
"…yes."
Rhythmi was too stunned to say anything else. Her hands trembled in fear. What was this pokemon going to do to her? Would it imprison or eat her? Maybe tortureher? Or worse?
"I know you're not exactly…pleased with my appearance. But in your state, you can't leave this house. And I cannot get help. Until you recover from those injuries, you'll have to stay here."
Stay there? With it? To be held in this place, helpless against whatever this monster was? It made Rhythmi freeze in terror. Who knew what this thing would do to her?
"Relax. I promise I will never harm you. My only intention is to heal you back to normal."
Rhythmi stared at the pokemon in utter confusion. A beast such as that didn't want to abuse her? No killing, hurting or using her? Nothing? What sort of pokemon was this thing? Before Rhythmi could get another word out, a dizzying headache struck. The girl fell back against the pillow as her consciousness started to fade.
"Get some rest. You'll need a lot of it, should you wish to recover quickly."
The pokemon came over to the couch. Rhythmi shivered as it neared. But instead of damaging the girl further, the creature used its claw-things to pick up a blanket and drape it over Rhythmi. This surprised the operator greatly. Though she wanted to question this, she soon found herself warming up to the soft blanket and drifting back to sleep.
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With the girl asleep, the genius went back to another room in the house. One with machines and scientific equipment. Though it wasn't much to work with, it was luck that there were any tech stuff at all in this place. It was probably some sort of base for an oil company many years ago. Had to be shut down. Luckily, the facilities still worked and there was some food supplies that lasted for years to come. Though the genius was stuck in this mutant form, at least Rhythmi would do alright.
"Rhythmi."
The genius had seen her nametag on that uniform she wore. What a pretty name. Sounded like the name of his sister. Hadn't seen her since before this mess began. How was she? Was she doing alright? Did she even notice her own brother was missing?
Work was started on the machine. Not easy typing with claw-things but the genius managed best he could. Though it was getting harder to find a cure, the genius pressed on. There had to be something. All he knew was the time frame for returning to normal was increasingly short. Not much time left before this would become permanent. That and the cure was a trigger. Something had to happen or the genius must expose himself to something for the reverse transformation. But what?
"Nnnnggg…"
A sound came from another room. The genius paused. He listed to the couch shift and a soft moan before it grew silent again. Rhythmi must be dreaming.
That girl took a lot of damage. She was tougher than other women but still delicate nonetheless. Her cries for help attracted the genius's attention right away. And though he was in this ugly form, he was taught that a gentleman should always help a lady. So the genius went out to do so. Carried the unconscious girl and carefully treated the wounds as best as he could.
Had to admit. Rhythmi was kind of pretty. A soft girl with curves so fragile, it looked like she might break. Her eyes were a gentle green that the genius couldn't help but admire. Very rarely were there any blonde, green eyed girls such as her. They always struck a chord in the scientist. Rhythmi? Something was different about her. It seemed easier to be pulled into her; what with those looks and soft voice.
But the genius had to remind himself not to get pulled in. He saw how Rhythmi reacted to his appearance. She was completely revolted. Probably would've run off if not for that leg. The genius sighed, knowing the girl wouldn't enjoy her stay here. His promise not to harm her was sincere but Rhythmi didn't seem to believe him.
There was a cracked mirror on the wall. The genius glanced over at it, seeing a monster stare back.
"Can't say I blame her. I may be an intelligent scientist but I'm trapped inside a warped body. And this may be all she ever sees of me."
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Morning came. Sunlight peaked through the blinds and onto Rhythmi's face. The operator groaned as she slowly awoke from her slumber. Pain erupted from the shoulders and leg, reminding her everything that happened the night before. Shoulder stung, head ached and leg was broken. Rhythmi found a piece of broken screen from her destroyed laptop. Yep. Huge bruise on her forehead. Not even the heaviest makeup would cover that up.
"So much for my cuteness." Rhythmi thought.
A sudden spark made the girl remember something else. What saved her was a strange pokemon beast with a gruesome look. Could make anyone scream and run for the hills.
"Maybe that was just a side effect from the concussion." Rhythmi mentally assured herself. "I had to have been rescued by a nice guy who I should apologize to and thank for the help."
Question is, where is he? And how to get around this place? Rhythmi scanned the room. Something stuck out from one of the boxes. She forced herself off the couch and used her good leg to hop over. Using a box tower for support, Rhythmi searched through the box to find…yes! A pair of crutches! Really old and worn but whatever was weak could be supported with enough duct tape or something. Heck, maybe even use it as a cane should it fall apart. How convenient.
Rhythmi used the crutches to make her way around the house. Had to make sure she was quiet. So the search began. There was what looked like a very old break room to a workplace. Small, cluttered and unused in a long time. No one was there. Nor was anyone in the bathroom or two more storage rooms. But there was one place left. Rhythmi looked into what seemed like a disorganized, old laboratory.
She gasped and hid behind a wall. Heart pounded. Broke out into a cold sweat. What she saw last night was real. There really was a beast in this log cabin. And Rhythmi was trapped inside with it. With a gulp, the operator peeked around the corner.
The strange thing appeared to be asleep. Didn't move from its state but a slight breathing sound was heard. Eyes didn't glow, similar to how a computer monitor shut off for rest. Rhythmi quietly watched for a minute or two. She was confused how such a pokemon could have a monstrous appearance but no desire to bring harm to someone. Heck, replaying the conversation last night, Rhythmi realized this thing was smart. Super smart, really. Pokemon didn't normally speak at all (much less in an intellectual tone). And this pokemon knew how to treat wounds.
"What are you?" Rhythmi thought.
Another moment passed. It soon occurred to the operator she ran a risk that the creature would wake up and see her. So Rhythmi quietly hopped along. She went back to the room she first started in, staring out at the window. Could she possibly use these crutches to walk out of here? Maybe go back to Pueltown for help? At the very least, she could make it into an open area of Chroma Valley where someone could see her.
Hmmmm…didn't seem likely. Lots of rough terrain, rocks, bumps and things to easily break the crutches. Plus there was crashing into trees. Rhythmi wouldn't make it far. She'd be in trouble for sure. Couldn't possibly make it out of the woods enough to be found. And no way her friends would find this place. Rhythmi was stuck.
"Feeling better?"
The voice made Rhythmi jump. Behind her was the pokemon. Must've gotten up not that long ago.
"Er, yes. A little." Rhythmi stammered.
"You found crutches?"
"In one of the boxes. I hope you don't mind." Rhythmi said, trying to keep her voice even.
"Of course not. I have no use for them. Are you hungry at all?"
"Not really. But, um, thanks for offering." Rhythmi responded.
"Let me know if you change your mind. Also, while you may like to walk around, I suggest you lay down so your body can heal properly."
"Understood." Rhythmi said.
Using the crutches, Rhythmi clumsily hopped over back to the couch. The pokemon started to walk out of the room.
"Hey. Were you serious last night?" Rhythmi suddenly asked it. "About…about you not hurting me?"
"I would never harm a lady. All I want is to help you."
"Right. Got it." Rhythmi said, feeling awkward. "And, um, what should I call you? I-in case I need something, that is."
"Issac. Call me Issac."
The pokemon, now known as Issac, left the room once again. Rhythmi was left baffled. The smart-sounding voice and vocabulary. A human name; Issac. Also, what he (Rhythmi assumed it was a boy) said almost sounded like a gentleman. Issac said he wouldn't hurt her at all. Seemed to mean it. This was really weird. How could a creature like that act so human?
"I should still be careful." Rhythmi whispered to herself. "Who knows what might happen?"
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Two days passed. The injuries were slowly healing themselves up but it was still some ways to go before complete recovery. There were spare changes of clothes available and the sink was running so staying clean wasn't an issue for the injured operator. Staying occupied? That was the challenge. Rhythmi spent most of her time sleeping on the couch or reading books she found in the boxes. Nothing interesting. Old fashioned stories or non-fiction. But it gave her something to do. And it helped her to forget about her friends, who Rhythmi worried about endlessly.
Issac checked up on her several times a day. He brought food (even if Rhythmi wasn't hungry so much) and made sure the girl was doing alright. Rhythmi was cautious at first. Eventually, she started to get used to Issac. More and more, she found he acted less like a pokemon or a monster and more like a person. Especially the third night Rhythmi stayed at the cabin.
"Rhythmi? Rhythmi, wake up."
With a start, Rhythmi had quickly sat up and tried to take in as much air as she could. Her forehead had some sweat. Heart was beating fast as if she ran a marathon. Issac was next to her, watching over her.
"W-what?" Rhythmi tried to ask.
"You were having a nightmare. I thought it was best to wake you."
Rhythmi blinked once. Twice.
"Um…thank you." Rhythmi quietly said.
"You're welcome. Good night, Rhythmi."
With that, the pokemon went into another room. Rhythmi got herself a glass of water before returning to the couch. Her head pounded with a million thoughts, not letting her sleep. Just moments ago, Rhythmi struggled through an intense nightmare. And it was Issac who got her out of it. The pokemon could've ignored her. But he didn't.
"Issac saved me again, in a way." Rhythmi thought. "The last two days, he helped take care of me. Got me what I needed and made sure I was ok. He could have ignored or even hurt me. Instead, Issac wants to help."
This was strange. Rhythmi was sure she'd be dead by now. And that the pokemon would be destructive or blood-thirsty as it was ugly. Rather, Rhythmi was being taken care of by something that doesn't resemble anything like its appearance. Confusing, yes, but a little reassuring. Maybe Issac wasn't what Rhythmi thought he'd be.
"I should try to talk to him. Maybe thank Issac for all that he's done. I'm going to be stuck here for a little bit. If my captor is going to be this nice to me, the least I can do is get to know him." Rhythmi mentally decided, drifting to back to dreamland.
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The sun rose. Rhythmi woke up early to wash herself and some of the clothes she wore. Might as well. Not much to do in this place anyways. Throw on the last spare outfit before using the crutches to walk over to the break room. She got out breakfast, leaned against the wall and stared out the window at the scenery while she ate.
"You're up earlier than usual."
Rhythmi cringed a second but relaxed right after. How on earth could Issac be so quiet and sneak up on her like that?
"Yep. Had a good nights sleep." Rhythmi said.
"Glad to hear it. Your injuries I assume are alright?"
"They are." Rhythmi glanced at the arm and leg. "Thanks for asking. And thank you. For letting me stay here."
"Of course. I never turn away those who need help."
"Just like a pokemon ranger!" Rhythmi smiled, remembering that's what her friends would say.
"Ranger? Are you a fan, perhaps?"
"Sort of. I work as an operator at the Ranger Union." Rhythmi replied.
"At the Union, hm? An honored position. You must be very good at your job."
"I try my best." Rhythmi sheepishly sweatdropped.
Good! This was already turning into a pleasant conversation. Now to continue it and maybe find some things out about the pokemon.
"Issac? I'm curious about something." Rhythmi spoke up. "You're in that lab of yours a lot. What is it you do all day?"
"Research, mostly."
"Research? What kind?" Rhythmi asked.
"Right now, I focus on genetics and pokemon strength. Also a few experiments concerning how a pokemon is able to transform its shape…"
Issac went on to describe scientifically what it was he did and what sort of information he looked up. Though Rhythmi usually stayed away from discussions like this, she couldn't help but listen. With such dedication and rigor in the usually metallic voice, Issac made science interesting.
"And I….um, I apologize. I must be boring you with this."
"You're not!" Rhythmi shook her head. "You make it seem great! I don't understand a few things but the rest I get. And I'm interested to see what sort of results you come up with!"
"Really…?"
"Yeah. It's nice to find out something fascinating about you, Issac." Rhythmi said.
Silence. Stunned silence.
"….thank you."
"You're welcome." Rhythmi grinned.
"I, um…I'll be heading back to the lab. Let me know if you need anything."
"Will do." Rhythmi responded.
Issac turned around and went back to the other room. Huh? How peculiar. During that entire exchange of words, Rhythmi had forgotten completely Issac was an unsightly monster. Not until he left did she remember. Issac seemed to be anything but a pokemon. Again, weird. But Rhythmi felt optimistic. Her stay in this cabin might not be so bad if she could befriend the pokemon. There could be more to Issac than she thought.
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Another day passed by.
Now Issac was the one who was confused. Ever since that conversation, Rhythmi acted different. She wasn't startled when he came into the room. Not grossed out by his looks at all now. Actually, her mood was very pleasant. Cheerful, even. The girl struck up conversation every time he came to check on her. All sorts of topic choices ranging from science, hobbies or about other pokemon.
In one day, Issac learned that Rhythmi was an operator at the Ranger Union. She cared deeply for her friends there but was happy to meet new people. Her passions aside from being an operator were going for walks or reading. Which explained why she spent her time looking through books. Rhythmi was also shown to be bright and friendly. What a warm personality this blonde girl had.
Issac wasn't sure what to make of this at first. He complied with talking since it'd be rude to ignore her otherwise. Then, he realized he liked talking to Rhythmi. Chatting with her made Issac feel less lonely or closed up. He missed talking to someone.
Late night came to the lab. Issac typed away at the computer, working as hard as ever. He was focused deeply in the research….
Wait a moment. Issac turned his head to the back wall. Rhythmi hobbled in on her crutches, carrying a book.
"Rhythmi? It's late. Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Couldn't sleep." Rhythmi yawned. "I was feeling a little lonely. Would you mind if I stayed here for awhile?"
"Er…I suppose that's ok."
"Thanks Issac. And I promise not to disturb you from working." Rhythmi said.
Issac muttered something along the lines of 'it's fine', still dazed by what happened. Rhythmi sat down by one of the boxes and flipped the book open. The genius went back to his computer to work. Hard to concentrate with someone else nearby, at first. Issac learned to relax after some time.
It was almost peaceful for him. Issac heard Rhythmi occasionally yawn or turn a page over. Comforting. Even back during the human days, Issac never ran into this sort of thing at the lab. Always worked late nights. Either alone or with scientists who preferred to stay quiet out of exhaustion. Granted it was lonely but Issac usually threw himself into work to avoid feeling such. This was the first time he didn't feel alone. As though he had a fr-…
Issac shook his head. No. Don't think that. She's not going to think the same thing. Rhythmi's only passing time while the leg heals. Once her foot isn't broken, she'll leave this place for good and go back to her old life. Which meant back to being a mutant pokemon inside a dusty old shack.
After trying to get these thoughts to go away, Issac checked up on Rhythmi. The sight was enough to make him smile. Well, his face was frozen into a permanent teethy grin but on the inside, he smiled. Rhythmi was lying on the floor, fast asleep. Issac paused his research to come over. His arms managed to scoop the girl into his metal arms. Her head rested where his chest would be. Issac started to walk towards the room where the couch was.
"Issac…?"
Rhythmi was half awake, half asleep. Her eyes were barely open as they groggily looked at him. No fear in those eyes at all. Completely different than just a short time ago when they first met.
"Yes Rhythmi?"
"Thanks for being such a great friend." Rhythmi whispered.
Friend. That one word made Issac stop in his tracks. He stared down at the girl he carried in utter shock.
"Friend? Me?"
"Mhm." Rhythmi yawned, resting her head where Issac's chest would be. "You're smart, nice and you care about me. Even though I didn't like you at first, you still helped me when I needed it. Thank you. For….everything…"
Issac wasn't sure how to respond. No matter. Rhythmi was already asleep. The pokemon carefully walked over to the couch and gently set the operator down. His claws couldn't grab a blanket. All he could do was slide it over Rhythmi. Hopefully it'd be enough for her to stay warm. With that, back to the lab.
"Friend…she said I was her friend…."
Social life wasn't exactly something the scientist had. As a kid, he wasn't good with other people. And while he collaborated with other minds, Issac wasn't sure how to be friends with others. Of course things hadn't improved since the accident at Altru. All of a sudden, when Issac was sure he'd spent the rest of his life by himself, Rhythmi came into the picture. She became possibly his first friend. If not the first, then the only friend he had.
"Rhythmi…"
Research became impossible. Rhythmi had gotten under that metallic exterior and into his head. Issac couldn't help but think of her. He wanted to hear Rhythmi's voice and couldn't wait to see those eyes open again.
"No wait stop! Why am I thinking these things? What's wrong with me?"
Issac felt as though the room was spinning. Was he sick? Could be. Why would his thoughts suddenly circle around Rhythmi and only Rhythmi? This wasn't normal at all.
…still. It was really nice of Rhythmi to become friends with him. To put up staying in an old cabin in the middle of nowhere with a distorted being? No one else would do that. Rhythmi talked to him, gave him her full trust. She gave Issac's life just a tiny spot of light in the darkness that shrouded him. And he had to make it up to her. Somehow, someway. An idea started to form; one that Issac knew would work.
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"Issac! What's going on?"
"Just a little surprise."
Rhythmi woke up to find breakfast prepared already. She sensed Issac was in a good mood. Which wasn't far from the truth. He engaged in conversation and even made her chuckle once or twice. Then, when breakfast was finished, Issac was eager to show Rhythmi something. But she had to close her eyes for it.
"How am I supposed to know where I'm going if I can't see?" Rhythmi questioned jokingly as she walked through the cabin.
"Trust me. I'll lead you in the right direction."
Her hand felt the chill metal claw. Rhythmi held onto it as Issac helped her move. It was so sweet of him to do this. To even care about the broken foot's mobility too? Who would've thought Issac would turn out to be a really great friend underneath the unusual surface?
"Wait a moment."
Issac let her go. Rhythmi heard a door open before she was nudged through the opening.
"You can open your eyes now."
The blonde girl did as asked. She gasped at the sight that laid before her. A gigantic room with shelves stacked with books! A vast window let the light hit the room just right, making a perfect glow on the mahogany floors. An old beanbag chair rested in the center of the room with a lantern beside it. No boxes filled with junk or dust. It was a clean, open library.
"Issac…" Rhythmi whispered.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it!" Rhythmi's eyes grew moist.
"Then it's yours."
"Really?" Rhythmi whirled around to face Issac. "Don't you mind?"
"I cleared some of my research materials to make room. Besides, you deserve a proper place to read and relax. The room's only accessed through my lab so I hope you don't mind passing through to get here."
"Oh Issac!" Rhythmi, excited, wrapped her arms around him in a bug hug. "Thank you! A thousand times thank you! I love it!"
"I…er…um…y-you're welcome. If you'll excuse me, I have to take care of something."
Rhythmi smiled and started to scan the shelves for a book to read. Issac left the room. If he had a human face, it'd be glowing with emotion. Yes! It worked! The gift actually worked! Issac rarely used the library and he hoped that Rhythmi might like it. And she'd appreciate it more if it was cleaned up a touch.
This sort of thrill was something Issac only felt during high-risk experiments. It was sort of the same. Huge risk of failure but with what could be stupendous results. Issac felt proud of himself for going through what felt like the greatest experiment yet. All that hard work was worth seeing Rhythmi's reaction. The way that smile curved and how the eyes sparkled with wonder. But what made Issac really melt was the hug. It was like a jolt of static electricity when she suddenly hugged him. When she let go, Issac found himself wishing that moment hadn't ended.
Issac suddenly found his heart pounding against his chest. His head felt like it was overheating. Maybe he was getting a little sick. Then again, why care? Issac was feeling on top of the world at that moment. Best he's felt in ages. And it was helping him push through research. While his primary concern was becoming human again, a part of him wanted to impress Rhythmi again.
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It had been a week since Rhythmi arrived. Her foot was nearly better. A little sore but no more crutches. She had limped a little and tried to avoid walking when she could. Not a problem. Most of her time was either spent talking to Issac or reading in the library. The library held many interesting books which Rhythmi quickly tackled on. She loved reading the many stories available. Though not as much as she liked talking to Issac.
Rhythmi almost never saw him as a monster or a pokemon. To her, Issac was her friend. A best friend that, despite the short time together, grew to be very close to her. He seemed to understand her on a deep, emotional level. They had a connection unlike Kate or Keith's. Rhythmi always smiled and felt happy when she was with Issac.
One sunny afternoon, Rhythmi had tried to track down her operators uniform. She misplaced it while she skimmed through the story 'Rise of Darkrai'. Only found the skirt and tank top. Still needed the jacket. Thus continued the search for jacket. None of the boxes in the room with the couch had it. So that left the library. Though Issac cleared most of it, there were three boxes in a corner leftover.
No jacket but there was something else that captured Rhythmi's interest. An old record player. One that was in good condition. It held a classical record from the looks of it and may be able to be played. What was under the record player really sparked curiosity.
A dress. A long, dark emerald green dress with spaghetti straps. Around the waist was a light beige sash. The dress material was as soft as silk and cool to the touch. It was the most wonderful dress Rhythmi had ever seen.
"Rhythmi? Are you in here?"
Issac entered the room.
"Did I forget to move those boxes? I'm sorry."
"That's alright. I don't mind." Rhythmi told him. "I was looking for my operator jacket."
"I found it earlier. Set it on the couch for you. What is it you found?"
Rhythmi held up the dress for him to see. Issac looked it over.
"Interesting dress."
"I think so too." Rhythmi said. "So gorgeous."
"Why not try it on?"
Rhythmi blinked. "What, me? I-I don't think I'd look good in it."
"I think you'd look nice in that dress. There's no harm in trying it on. If you don't like it, you can change back into your old clothes and we can pack the dress away again."
"Well…" Rhythmi ran her fingers across the dress. "I guess it'd be cool to wear it. Even for a moment."
"I'll give you a moment to change."
Issac quickly left Rhythmi alone in the library. She didn't waste time. Shed her outfit for the green dress. Not hard to slip on, actually. It was the perfect size! And it felt super comfy. Like the dress had been made specifically for her. Too bad there wasn't a mirror. Rhythmi hoped she looked a little pretty.
After a minute passed, Issac came back in the room. He stopped and stared at Rhythmi.
"Rhythmi…you look beautiful."
"Really? M-me?" Rhythmi blushed.
"Yes. That dress makes you look like a princess."
"T-thanks Issac…" Rhythmi shyly responded, embarrassed by the compliment.
Issac glanced at the record machine. Then focused back on Rhythmi.
"You know…um…how about a dance?"
"You and me? Dance?" Rhythmi questioned, not expecting that.
"That record player still works, most likely. It can provide music while we move across the spacious floors here in the library."
"Do you know how to ballroom dance?"
Rhythmi was skeptical that a pokemon in solitude knew anything about dancing. Though it knew science, mathematics, literature and such. Shouldn't come as a big surprise.
"A little. I'll use what I can from memory and we'll substitute the rest with our own moves."
"You'd dance with a girl who has a hurt foot?" Rhythmi asked.
"Only if you'd dance with a pokemon with two bad feet."
How very true. Rhythmi was hesitant at first. Yet, how could she say no to this simple request? Might be fun. The offer was accepted. Issac moved to the center of the room as Rhythmi set up the record player. Once a slow melody filled the air, she joined him. Her hands held Issac's claws. Eyes made contact with the other pair. With a deep breath, they began to dance.
It was awkward at first. Rhythmi's broken foot and Issac's pokemon feet made things tricky. Took time to get things moving. When they finally did, they glided across the room with smooth dancing the world has never seen before. Rhythmi hadn't had any experience with dancing. She found herself carried away in the moment and twirled around. What a rush! To be dancing like this made Rhythmi feel ecstatic.
Her eyes occasionally drifted to make sure she didn't bump into anything. Mostly, Rhythmi continued to look at her dance partner. Issac seemed to be enjoying this as much as she did. Hard to tell what with a frozen face. Though something unusual happened with the eyes. They were red and held a slight glow to them. However, it was as if there was something beneath those eyes. Like the true eyes, the true windows to the soul, were hidden deep within. As though something more was inside the body of this pokemon.
Issac, meanwhile, was thinking about Rhythmi in return. That request to dance with her? That came from nowhere. But as soon as he said it, Issac found himself desperately wishing to dance with Rhythmi. More than anything. This never happened before. Heck, Issac hated dancing. Only knew it because his family took part in fancy balls and galas often. Why did he suddenly want to dance now? And with his friend?
Rhythmi. She certainly looked stunning in that dress. Like an angel of sorts. Issac admitted Rhythmi was an attractive young woman before. With that dress on, her beauty shined brighter. Issac found his face overheating and heart pulsing faster again. Even more than usual. Even now it still bugged him. Couldn't be an illness, judging on symptoms and timing. So what was wrong?
The genius studied Rhythmi's face. Soft skin with a slight pink blush that made her look like a porcelain doll. A smile that appeared to be carved on a delicate face. Those eyes…they were like jewels that glimmered in the sunlight. No one else had the same eyes Rhythmi did. They could make Issac instantly forget anything about experiments or researching science stuff. All that mattered right then and there was this dance. To hold a beautiful woman in his grotesque arms; to be swept up in the music.
"Rhythmi, I lo-…"
Issac's words froze before the slipped out. Was he about to say…?
"Did you say something Issac?" Rhythmi asked.
"Er…I…l-like dancing with you."
"Aw, thank you! I like dancing with you too." Rhythmi cheerfully said.
Issac's mind raced. He almost said 'I love you' to Rhythmi. To his best friend. How could he? What was going on? This couldn't be love. Love didn't happen too young or too quickly. And certainly not when you're different species. It just wasn't possible.
…at least, so Issac thought.
He dared to look back at Rhythmi again. Butterflies tumbled in his stomach just seeing that cute smile and eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Made him lose his breath. Rhythmi truly looked stunning. She was unlike any other girl in the world. Only one girl with golden locks, emerald eyes and a sweet smile like that. This was her. Issac knew the truth. He really had fallen in love with Rhythmi.
The song ended. As did the special dance. Issac felt disappointed when Rhythmi's hands slowly let go from Issacs claws. Such a special moment. If only it lasted forever.
"Thanks Issac." Rhythmi spoke up. "It was actually really fun dancing with you."
"As with you too."
Rhythmi looked out the window. "Evening already? I better change out of this dress and fix myself some dinner."
Issac left the girl to do as such, going into his lab once more. Though he should be working, the genius couldn't. Instead the memory of the dance played over and over again. He never felt this way about anyone. Issac wanted to hold Rhythmi close and stare into her eyes forever. Perhaps even steal a kiss from her. But it wasn't possible to do so. Not when he had no lips. Or a human form. Besides, Rhythmi would never feel the same way he did.
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Hours passed. Rhythmi ate, read for a little while and talked to Issac. That dance left her in a very chipper mood. A week ago, she had been terrified for her life. Feared that she'd never live another day. Now she saw that Issac wasn't at all what she imagined. So sweet and kind with a very gentle nature. Guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
It was the next morning when Rhythmi got out of bed and noticed something.
"My foot! It's better!" She said.
A few hops, twirls and steps proved it to be true. Maybe a little pressure made it slightly sore but the once broken foot healed itself back to normal. Could be stronger too.
"You're in a good mood this morning."
Issac stood in the doorway.
"Issac! My foot doesn't hurt anymore!" Rhythmi told him.
"So I see."
Was there a chuckle in that voice? Hard to tell.
"Wait…" Rhythmi paused. "If I'm better, then does that mean…?"
Issac stared at her. He got the message. His head turned away, the red eyed gaze looking faraway.
"Yes. I-it means….you're free to leave. I won't keep you here any longer."
Was Issac not happy about this? Did he not want Rhythmi to go? True, Issac had to have been lonely for awhile. He didn't have any other friends or family. Not easy to find any when you don't fit in. Losing Rhythmi meant losing a friend. It meant going back into solitude. Rhythmi walked over to the purple pokemon.
"I have to leave. My friends are probably worried about me. And I can't give up my dream of being an operator." Rhythmi quietly said to him.
"I understand."
"But it doesn't mean that we won't see each other. I can come back here to visit you sometimes. Rhythmi went on.
"Do…do you mean that?"
"Of course I do." Rhythmi smiled sadly. "You're my best friend. I care about you."
"I care about you too."
Rhythmi hugged the pokemon for a long time. It was getting too emotional after time so she let go, turned around and gathered up her uniform. Rhythmi changed in the bathroom back to her usual attire as an operator. Entering the room, Issac was gone. Had to be too disappointed about the departure to send her off. No matter. It'd be easier to leave if Rhythmi didn't see him.
With a deep breath, Rhythmi turned the door handle and left the cabin. Fresh air brushed through her hair and tickled the skin. Felt nice to be outside again. Carefully, shutting the cabin door closed, Rhythmi began her walk through the trees of the forest. She could vaguely see the tall cliffs above the treetops so they were used as a guide. The blonde girl navigated herself through the winding trails and searched for the way out.
"We've been looking for a week. Y-you don't think she's…?"
"Rhyth is tough. She can't go down easily."
Voices? Yeah there were! Familiar ones! Rhythmi knew those voices!
"Kate! Keith!" Rhythmi called out.
"Rhythmi?"
"Rhythmi is that you?"
"Guys!" Rhythmi broke into a run. "I'm here!"
"Rhythmi!"
At the end of the forest were two rangers running to meet the operator. Rhythmi collided into them, wrapped inside a hug between friends. Laughing, a few tears and a lot of relief. Rhythmi met her two friends once more and walked with them through the valley, on their way to the Union once more.
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She was gone.
Rhythmi was really gone.
Issac stared out the room of what was once the kitchen. He watched the beautiful girl disappear through the trees. Before becoming a pokemon, Issac had skimmed through several novels and movies with some romances. Never understood what it was. Couldn't comprehend why a man would feel so horrible when the object of his affections left. Love was a strange subject he couldn't begin to comprehend.
That was until Rhythmi fell into his life. When Rhythmi brought light back and gave him a reason to live. Even if he was a pokemon, he could still feel somewhat human around Rhythmi. And she saw him as much more than a beastly creature. She cared. Rhythmi was a elegant, sweetheart of a girl who Issac fell in love with. True, it happened quickly. But it was possible that love worked in mysterious ways.
Secretly, Issac kind of wished Rhythmi's foot didn't recover. A part of him wanted her to stay with him forever. To continue their friendship and let his feelings blossom further.
"I couldn't do that…I-I can't keep Rhythmi here as a prisoner…"
A normal monster pokemon would have, perhaps. Issac wasn't that. Even if he had the body of one, he'd still regain his sense of humanity. Thus, he let Rhythmi go. He gave Rhythmi her freedom as promised. She could go be an operator at the Union again with all the support of her best friends. Rhythmi had a life. She deserved to go live it.
Issac wearily walked back to the lab. His heart had been filled with joy and happiness not long ago. Once Rhythmi left, it shattered. All that was there was a dark void of pain and sorrow. If this body could cry, it would. Felt like it was hopeless. There wasn't a reason to go on.
And maybe there really wasn't. Issac pulled up his research on a computer. A countdown clock came, signaling how much time he had until he'd permanently become a monster. Time was running out faster than he thought. At midnight tonight, his fate was sealed. No way a cure could be found in time. Issac lost everything. His life, his humanity…the one he loved….
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"I wonder if Issac is doing ok…"
It was a question that came up in Rhythmi's mind all day long. With a sigh, she rested her head on her hand and stared at the operators monitor before her. Granted, she was happy to be back. Welcomed with open arms. The Union had been searching for her the entire time she went missing and was worried so it felt good to be appreciated. Rhythmi told them she was taken to a cabin for injury healing and had no way to contact them. Didn't mention that her 'friend' was a strange pokemon of sorts.
Rhythmi was thinking of when she could go visit. Was tomorrow too soon? She really wanted to see him again. To assure him everythings going great and to continue spending time with him. Issac always had the most interesting things to say.
"So Dim Sun's in Chroma Valley apparently."
"Again? Seriously?"
Dim Sun? Chroma Valley? Rhythmi wheeled her chair around to hear Kate and Keith chatting.
"For the past week, they've been inspecting the place. What is up with them?" Keith asked, a bit annoyed.
"I heard they're searching for something." Kate said.
"Something valuble?"
Kate shrugged. "No clue. All we know is they referred to it as 'that weird thing'. Said to keep an eye out for something purple."
That caught Rhythmi's attention. Weird thing? Purple? Not many weird, purple things in Chroma Valley. Was Dim Sun looking for Issac?
Rhythmi didn't care if it was too early to visit. She had to make sure Issac was ok and that he'd be able to defend himself against Dim Sun. They weren't exactly nice. Actually, nowhere close. Those guys were brutal in the kidnappings and attempts to take over Almia. Rhythmi excused herself from work and left the Union. Evening came which meant Dim Sun may have trouble getting through the valley. Still, better safe than sorry.
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Hours passed. Not many remained.
Issac had been depressed for the entire day. It hurt to know that he'd never be human again. Though it hurt more than he couldn't be with Rhythmi. Sure she promised to visit. But who could blame her if she forgot about him? Besides, Rhythmi deserved better. Someone who'd make her happy and treat her well.
Noises came from outside. They grew louder quickly. Sounded like people and pokemon on a hunt for something. No one ever entered this part of Chroma Valley. Issac went from the lab to one of the windows for a better look.
"Dim Sun!"
No doubt about it. That was them. And they were searching for Issac. If Dim Sun had the intent to merely kill Issac or lock him up, he wouldn't have cared. Why bother? No reason to live anymore. But Issac knew Dim Sun needed the genius alive. They had to; how else would they use a living weapon of mass destruction?
What to do? If Issac ran from the house, they'd spot him. Staying inside was risky but it could work. There was the chance the cabin wouldn't be spotted. Issac could hide in the shadows should they barge in. If lucky, they'd…
KABOOOOOOM!
An explosion shattered the house in tremors and fire. Issac jumped, whirling his metal head around to the ear-deafening noise. The entire left side had been blown away by a strong series of blasts. From the fire, a figure walked in. Dark suit, dark shades, dark hair in a man-ponytail and a twisted smile as dark as his soul.
"President Blake Hall…"
Blake slowly clapped his hands. "Bravo. You do remember me."
There were grunts and admins by him. And, most likely, surrounding the house.
"No Sinis Trio or Mr. Kincaid?"
"They have other things to attend to. Besides, why not drop a visit on Altru's smartest scientist? The one who made himself into what will be our master plan for taking over the world." Blake replied.
"Never. I'm doing no such thing."
"Still feel that way?" Blake raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a choice. Dim Sun! Seize him!"
Miniremos were whipped out in an instant. Made Issac sick to his stomach to see his own invention turned evil. Those were supposed to help pokemon, not control them! No matter. What Issac had to do was escape. Make sure these sickos didn't get him. Issac hadn't used pokemon attacks much since becoming this way. No choice but to use them now. He launched a slash attack on a number of grunts and their miniremos. Cleared the way to make an escape.
"GET HIM!" Blake ordered as Issac took off running.
Escaping wasn't as easy as anticipated. Running in a heavy, metal body was hard. It was like a gigantic suit of armor weighed him down. Unlike armor, you couldn't take it off. Issac was stuck with what he had. Which meant doing whatever he could and hoping for the best as he ran through the trees.
Dim Sun was scrambling after him. Catching up way too fast. Issac headed in the direction away from the forest. If he could just get into the valley, then he'd duck into the many hiding spots. With the sun nearly gone, it'd be way too dark to for those grunts to see. No way they'd track him down. Issac could rest for the night and, in the morning, find somewhere new to take cover.
"There he is!"
Oh no! Issac burst from the trees and…
KABAM!
A slam attack smashed right into him, thanks to a mightyena. Issac was sent flying several feet. He tumbled on the ground, crashing with a rough landing. His body was stunned temporarily. Which gave Dim Sun the advantage they needed. Grunts chained his entire body tightly, making sure he couldn't get away again. Blake chuckled deviously as he approached.
"You think I'd let the key to my future slip away like that?" Blake spoke.
Issac squirmed in the chain bundle he was in. Bound too much. Couldn't move arms, legs or anything. They captured him.
"I made you, Issac. That means I give you purpose and control your very fate." Blake told him. "What I want, I get. And I want you to destroy Almia. Eliminate those perky rangers so the world is in my clutches."
"You didn't make me!"
"Oh but I did." Blake smirked. "That incident in the lab? My doing."
Issac froze.
"What…?"
"You had your calculations and scientific notes accurate. However, my idea was to create a pokemon that would fit my needs and do as I command. Thus, I slipped in without notice and tampered with the machines. I'm the one who made those 'errors'." Blake explained.
"T…t-those scientists who died…and my mutation…it was all your doing?"
Blake's smirk grew evil. "Indeed. And I got something better than expected. A monstrous pokemon with the intelligence exceeding that of a human."
Issac was in shock. He knew he had been deceived. This? It was worse than ever imagined.
"ISSAC!"
That voice…it couldn't be. But it was!
"Rhythmi!"
Rhythmi ran onto the scene. She stood in front of Issac, arms stretched out in a defensive position. Her skin trembled very slightly. Scared but refusing to back down. Issac couldn't believe it. She actually came back. And she was helping him against Dim Sun.
"Oh? You're the operator who came here days ago." Blake said. "I overheard some of the grunts talking about you."
"Leave him alone!" Rhythmi snapped.
The Dim Sun members and Blake roared with laughter at this.
"Rhythmi? What are you doing here? This is too dangerous."
"I don't care." Rhythmi whispered to her friend. "I can't let them hurt you!"
"Rhythmi, you can't be here. They're bad people. And they won't go easy on you just because you're a girl. Please, for your own safety, you have to go."
Rhythmi shook her head. She was way too determined to back down.
"So miss operator, Rhythmi is it?" Blake cleared his throat. "When did you and Issac become such good friends?"
Rhythmi stayed silent.
"Hard to believe a lass such as yourself would give someone like Issac a chance. He isn't exactly the best looking, now is he?" Blake continued.
The president took a step forward. Rhythmi stiffened.
"It's a shame a girl of your caliber had to discover him." Blake told her. "I'm afraid you'll have to captured as well."
"Captured?!" Rhythmi gasped.
Blake took another few steps forward. He grabbed Rhythmi's wrist and pulled her close to him. Issac felt something stir from within him. The sight of Blake and Rhythmi like that made the pokemon growl angrily.
"You may have a few uses. Could use you as a servant or force you to become a grunt. Amazing thing, electric collars." Blake explained.
A rage was starting to boil within Issac.
"Or…" Blake pondered something for a moment. "Yes, I think I may have some of that formula left. I could make a second mutant pokemon from you. Another weapon of mass destruction for me to use in my global take-over."
Rhythmi? Transformed into a creature like Issac was? No….NO! It was bad enough Issac had to suffer through this. He couldn't let Rhythmi endure the same thing! Issac wrestled through the chains.
"Though I must admit you are very pretty." Blake looked Rhythmi over. "Quite pretty indeed."
The operator gulped as a shiver ran through her. The president seemed to take notice. A finger was smoothing her chin as a sly grin crossed his face.
"I could certainly have some fun with you before we begin the experimentations again." Blake remarked.
Rhythmi turned ghost-white. Eyes wide with fear with a small whimper escaping her throat. Seeing how scared Rhythmi was sent Issac over the edge.
"ENOUGH!"
Issac summoned every ounce of strength he had and broke the chains. It startled the grunts, who stood back. Issac stepped forward, in a stance ready to attack. Blake looked his way, his black eyes peering over the edge of the gunglasses.
"This is between you and me, Blake. Leave her alone."
"My, my. Since when has shy and quiet Issac been so assertive?" Blake coldly mocked. "Very well then. How about a battle?"
Blake shoved Rhythmi to the ground. His body was surrounded by a thick aura that was nothing but black. Sunglasses were removed to show the eyes were nothing but black as well. From his hands, two dark energy spheres were generated.
"I have the power of darkness on my side. I'm as powerful as darkrai itself. You'll never defeat me." Blake challenged.
Issac quickly looked over at Rhythmi. There was his motivation. He never believed in fighting because there was no reason for it. Right now, he had a reason. To protect someone he loved. It was more than enough.
"We'll see about that."
Blake fired the first attack. Issac dodged and struck back with a slash attack. The battle began. Dim Sun grunts scurried away to avoid getting hit by darkness or strikes that went around. Only Rhythmi stuck by. She watched the battle ensue throughout the valley. There were no limits to the battlers. They attacked anywhere, everywhere and at any time. So much chasing and jumping over ledges.
After time, Issac figured out the cannon on his back. Long-distance attacks like zap cannon or techno blast were great when Blake was higher or farther. Then Issac could strike with slashes or x-scissor at close combat. Of course that when he wasn't dodging energy spheres, ray beams or fist strikes. Blake was a strong opponent. All that darkness in him combined with darkrai's energy made him tough.
The battle was continued up the side of the mountainous terrain. Higher and higher on unstable cliffs. Thunder echoed. Rain started to pour down by the gallons. Made things tougher. Slippery rocks, vision obscured…still, Issac wouldn't quit. He had to press on.
"Were you in love with her, Issac?" Blake shouted over the howling wind. "Did you honestly think Rhythmi would want to be with a hideous beast like you?"
Issac aimed a techno blast right at the man. Damn. Only phased him a little. But Blake's shadow ball didn't. Issac was struck hard with that particular attack. Slammed him into the cliff wall. The Dim Sun boss waltzed right over, ready to finish him off.
"It's over! You both are mine!" Blake roared.
"NEVER!"
Issac used metal sound, causing Blake to become crippled by the horrible noise. This opportunity was perfect. It let Issac use a slash attack to toss Blake around brutally. When Issac locked on, he readied a hyper beam to end the battle and the cruel man's life.
….but how could he?
No. Killing just wasn't in Issac. It was going too far. Even an evil man like Blake shouldn't be murdered. After all that was said and done, Issac couldn't bear the thought of ending someone else's life.
Issac stopped charging the hyper beam. He glared at Blake, who was dizzy and weak from their battle.
"Don't you ever come near me or Rhythmi again."
"Issac!"
The genius turned. On a high mountain, where the entrance to the Chroma Ruins were, was Rhythmi. Issac felt his wrath melt away into love seeing her once again.
"Rhythmi!"
Issac jumped from his cliff to the side of the mountain. His pokemon claws scaled the surface, getting to the top. Rhythmi held out her hand which Issac took. She helped him to the top.
"Rhythmi, you came back."
Rhythmi smiled, her green eyes wet from tears and rain. Issac held her close to him, smoothing the side of her face lightly with a claw. His heart felt complete again.
SLAM!
A tackle attack broke the moment. Rhythmi fell to the ground while Issac was thrashed onto the ground. Blake wasn't done. He was weak and his mind went way past the dark side. But not done.
"I'll show you!" The man bellowed. "You won't be able to survive the Flames of Darkness!"
From Blake's hands shot out a fire attack five times stronger than flamethrower. The fire wasn't orange; it was nothing but the darkest black found in the shadows. Rain couldn't extinguish it. Blake fired the attack on Issac's metal exterior, making the genius scream. Pure agony! It was intense! Issac's typing was part bug, part metal which made this sinister torture. It was a slow, painful death to be sentenced to.
Rhythmi was tried to stand, to help, but fell. A burst of pain shot out from her foot. During the collision, she must've hurt it again. Wasn't supposed to be rough after just injuring it. The poor girl screamed as she watched the horror unfurling before her. There was nothing she could do as the villain was killing her best friend.
KERPOW!
A lightning bolt struck in front of Blake. The Dim Sun boss stumbled back, surprised by the sudden action. He didn't see that he was on the edge of the mountain. Nor did he hear the crumbling of the loose, slippery rocks. Rhythmi watched stunned as a rock slide started to take place, dragging Blake down with it. She heard his voice echo into the night. Then nothing.
"Nnngg…"
"Issac!"
Rhythmi crawled to where Issac layed. She inspected the damage. Issac's body was burnt horribly, with smoke rising from him. He was charred black in many places or even melted extensively. The cannon was cracked, not functioning. Issac's body seemed to get harder and colder than before. More so than metal should be. Breathing sounded to be a struggle. And the eyes were flickering between darkness and a small glimmer of light.
"Issac…" Rhythmi's voice was barely a whisper.
"Rhyth…mi…"
"Oh Issac, I'm so sorry. I should've been here sooner." Rhythmi apologized.
"No. N-not your fault. At least…at least I get to see you…one last time…"
"What? Issac, no! You'll be fine! I'll make you better again!" Rhythmi insisted. "You'll see."
"I have you here…the most beautiful girl I've ever met. If I…If I have to die, then I'll die happy."
Rhythmi's breath caught at the word beautiful.
"I've always…thought you were beautiful. And smart. Cheerful. A wonderful girl. It's why I love you."
"Issac…" Rhythmi's voice shook, full of emotion.
The genius twitched. His body went limp, then started to harden. Issac's eyes lost their light, fading into darkness. Just like that, he was gone.
"Issac? ISSAC?" Rhythmi shook his arm. "No! Don't go! Please! I love you! Issac…"
No use. He couldn't come back. Issac died. And he did it for Rhythmi's sake. All for love. Rhythmi burst into tears, feeling the horrible loss crush her spirit. She really had fallen in love with Issac. He was a strange looking pokemon but beneath those looks was a wonderful friend who truly cared about her. Issac was kind, bright and incredibly sweet. How could Rhythmi not love him?
Her hand stroked the side of his pokemon face. Head was slowly leaning forward.
"I'll always love you, Issac." Rhythmi murmured. "Even if you're ugly."
With that, she planted a tender kiss on Issac's head. Her watch struck midnight but she didn't notice. Rhythmi continued to sob over the body that belonged to her love.
Then something started to occur.
The spot where Rhythmi kissed Issac's head started to glow white. A shiny white with rainbow sparkles. The white started to spread from the head, throughout the body. It's intense shine caught Rhythmi's eyes. She watched, unsure what was happening. Issac's entire body turned this dazzling white, sparkly hue. And it seemed to do much more. The light was turning Issac's body into another material; almost like glass.
Then there was a crack in the glass. It grew larger as more cracks and splints started to appear. The glass was quickly breaking. Within a moment, the entire body was cracked glass. And it shattered into a million pieces. Rhythmi saw the glass pieces magically turn into white dust with rainbow sparkles. The dust fell onto the ground and on top of a figure that had laid beneath the glass. Rhythmi waved off the dust to see what was there.
A human guy. Someone her age who wore a white labcoat and basic outfit. He had soft light skin and a light blonde mushroom hair cut. Rhythmi couldn't help but think how cute he was.
"Mmnnnn."
There was a small moan that rumbled in his throat. Hands twitched slightly and the eyes were squeezed tight. The boy took a deep breath. He started to sit up as he slowly opened his eyes. Rhythmi was amazed to find he had the most luminous blue eyes she had ever seen.
"What the…?" The boy stared down at his hands.
He gasped. Eyes were wide with surprise. The boy felt his face and looked down at his body. A smile stretched across his face. And then, he faced Rhythmi. Rhythmi wasn't sure how to react. One minute, Issac's body rested there and now it was replaced by an adorable guy.
"Rhythmi!"
"W-who…?" Rhythmi tried to question.
"Rhythmi, it's me." The boy whispered.
Rhythmi stared in disbelief. Her hand cautiously reached out to touch the boy's face, caressing the cheek. The boy gave her a gentle expression. That alone sent Rhythmi's mind into flashbacks. Dancing, conversing, reading…everything.
"I-Issac?" Rhythmi realized.
"Yes." The boy shyly smiled.
"Issac! Y-you're alive! And you're human!" Rhythmi exclaimed.
Tears of joy streamed down her face. She couldn't help but hug Issac, wrapped up in his warmth. They kissed and embraced, staring into one another's eyes with blushing faces. After some time, Issac stood up on his feet. Rhythmi wasn't able to walk since her foot was hurt again. Issac didn't mind. He surprised the girl yet again by sweeping her up into his arms, carrying her down the mountain.
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Dim Sun was over. Blake Hall supposedly disappeared for days before his body was found in a ravine. With the leader dead, the organization easily fell apart. Almia was sent back into peace once again. Altru, which Blake ran as well, didn't crumble from lack of leadership. Issac was offered the chance to be president but he declined. Instead, he chose a scientist friend of his who was responsible and would lead the company to a better future.
Issac managed to bring Rhythmi to the Union safely, though both were soaking wet. Rhythmi explained that he was the one to save her both then and a week before (deciding to omit the whole 'pokemon mutation' thing). With that, Issac was welcomed by Rhythmi's friends happily as well as others within the Union. Professor Hastings recognized Issac's talent right away. So the genius came to work at the Union.
"Issac? It's almost noon!"
Issac looked up from his project to see Rhythmi standing by the door. A grin came on the moment he laid eyes on her. Couldn't help it. The brainiac researcher was still very much in love with the girl.
"Already, hm? I'll be with you in just a sec." Issac said.
He packed away the tools and put aside the invention. An aqualung, actually. No more would rangers have to use scuba gear or avoid water missions. Converting water to air made underwater breathing possible. As a result, more missions & quests to accomplish and less trouble ahead.
Issac finished up and met Rhythmi at the door. They gave each other a kiss before starting to walk through the Union together, hand in hand.
"You want to eat in the cafeteria or outside?" Rhythmi asked.
"Outside. I heard Kate say a place opened up in Pueltown." Issac answered.
Being a human meant stepping out into the world without anyone fearing him. Issac missed simple strolls into town. He wanted to go out whenever he could. With his new girlfriend, of course.
"I heard Keith offer to take Kate there sometime. He insists they're just friends." Rhythmi smirked. "I don't think so."
Issac chuckled. "They seem to be a good pair. Love will work its way into their lives sooner or later."
"But not like us, sweetie." Rhythmi sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.
"No. I don't think anyone could have the same love we do, darling." Issac murmured.
They came to the front doors of the Union. Opening those doors came breeze of fresh air and sunshine. Issac relaxed. Another wonderful day ahead. One filled with special moments to enjoy with the woman he loved.
Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly, your wholeness when you are broken, your innocence when you feel guilty, and your purpose when you are confused…
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Ok that took WAY longer to write than I expected.
Chia: You and your writing… *rolls eyes*
Hope you readers enjoy! I'll be writing like crazy and updating as soon as I can!
Chia: And Monsters Inc?
*anime falls over* Hey! Don't you have to be mean somewhere else?
Chia: Eh. Not until six.
