I'm not abandoning the other story I just had some other ideas for stories that I wanted to see what would work better to really put time and energy into. I wrote this one and in the process of writing two different ones (all these stories are M rated for safety) and just wanted to see what flowed better to me. I'm still writing for the other story just much slower because it's close the lemon scene in that story and I just can't put it down on paper.

This and the other stories are completely different, I won't be giving hints on the others, but this story is very dark and gruesome and violent, hence the M rating, please read at your own risk.

Enjoy!

I don't own pokemon.

Chapter 1

She stirred.

It took a minute to really wake up. Everything hurt. Her paws, tail, especially her head. It throbbed with a massive headache. Possibly from not getting enough sleep, however it could very well be from the motion sickness from the swinging of the container she was in. This headache wasn't allowing her to make out a clear thought. She didn't know what was happening or where she was or what had happened for her to be. But as at least knew one thing.

Panicking would solve nothing.

Then briefly before she could process it, she started falling, and just as suddenly she stopped falling and slammed into the bottom of her container. Which helped and worsened her headache at the same time. It helped enough so that she could now look around with clear vision and view her surroundings. A large burly human was walking away from her indicating that the swing motion was from being carried in this strange container.

It was spherical except for the flat bottom and was very cramped. It was clear but gave everything she could see outside the container a slightly lighter hue. She could hear everything outside the sphere but really didn't want to test if they could hear her, so just stayed quiet since it also seems they didn't know she was awake. Or they didn't care.

Surrounding the cage was many others, 20 maybe, 30? She didn't know. But they all had the same expression their faces. Despair. Sadness. Fear. That man, sorry those 4 men must be responsible for all this. She couldn't use her electric powers to get out of this, something was blocking her access to all her moves. That must be why all of the other sitting doing nothing. They figured out the same thing before she did. She decided to start listening to men as they were talking. All the men were wearing all black from head to toe except for the burly man who just had a black hat on while the others had on masks of some sort that covered their whole face.

"Is that the last of them?" said a scrawny short guy in front of the burly man.

"Yeah that's it." Replied the burly man. "All 23 of them that we captured."

"Good, so now what?" the scrawny guy turned to one of the others on the side directing his question to who is probably in charge.

"Now we wait" the supposed team leader answered. "Our contact and getaway will be here any minute. Just make sure to keep a lookout. This is possibly the worse meet up spot he could have picked in the middle of trainer filled forest, but money is money."

"Nah money ain't it this time. Is thing go south we dippin', I ain't goin back to prison. I don't care how much they payin us." Said the last taller big head looking guy.

"I second that, I can't go back." The burly guy agreed.

"Would you guys fucking relax already? DAMN. Nothing bad is gonna happen." Said the first scrawny guy. "He'll be here soon what's the worst that can happen?"

"Better not be sayin that shit George."

"Or what Owen? Huh? It's like you think our contact is just gonna fall out of the sky and die."

As if on cue, something dropped straight down in the center of the group, causing the scrawny guy to gasp, the tall and burly man to reach for some weapons, and the leader to reach for his Pokéball. It was a body. Face down and clearly heavily bleeding from the midsection. The leader took his hand away from his belt and kneeled down to the body while the two with guns turn around to keep watch with guns drawn. George, the now known scrawny guy, pulled out his own Pokéballs, ready to throw them at anything that moved.

"Who is it?" George asked.

The leader turned over the body. It was hard to see from the ball but she could make out a deep gash coming from his neck, and a large "A" in his chest. "Our contact."

As he said that the tall guy started to choke and cough up blood while holding his neck. He sank down to his knee, his hands dropped to his sides before his body followed. His body slumped, blood ran out his neck as he lay there unmoving.

Dead.

"We've been compromised!"

"We need to get o-UGHH" scrawny was next. He fell in the same way as the other. Only this time, after he gasped, and only after, the trapped Pokémon could witness the gash forming in his neck.

They looked terrified. The leader feared for his life while the burly man shot into the woods in every direction hoping to hit something, anything, anyone. One even landed right next to the enclosure, startling the prisoner.

Then he screamed. His gun dropped with his hand still attached to them. He felt a sucker punch to his chin, dropping him to his knees, then an upward slash from his chest up the way to his chin. The force of whatever hit him recoiled him backwards onto his back, where he laid with wide eyes filled with fear and pain.

Then filled with nothing but an empty void.

The leader made a run for it. Until he was met with another man that was undetected by her until now. He gave off the sense of mystery, inevitable pain, and a strong sense to protect. He was cloaked in a dark garb, black maybe dark blue, it was hard to see being that it was so dark even with the best vision out of any species. It shadowed his face without having to cover it somehow. Only his eyes could be seen and they were as cold and dark as his garb was. Before she could process anymore the man jump over the frightened man while grabbing him with his knee by his neck. The unknown man used the falling momentum to then catapult the leader into the air behind him with a force that seemed inhuman, forcing him to do a flip before landing right-side-up on a tree. The man cried out as he was met with a sharp leaf and an icicle, impaled had been through his shoulder into the tree behind him, hanging him like a notecard on a bulletin board. Before he could attempt to take them out two blue blades phased into existence in an X shape, held right to his neck like scissors. The one responsible appeared after the blades, holding them, an oddly formed but much scarier Greninja.

His head did not look like the one of a regular Greninja. It looked to have… maybe hair? Or was it burned in some way? But it was only half it. It was also partly white or silver in parts. And across its face was a deep scar that went from his cheek to the inside his tongue scarf. Why did he look like this?

She decided to leave it alone for now and think about what she just saw. She had never seen anything like this in her short life. The way these men died was gruesome sure, but the execution of their executions was simply something to marvel at. It was almost as if they all died before they were even hit, or before they were even touched. She wanted very much to meet this man, her savior.

The Pokémon that flanked the ninja frog appeared next. The forest Pokémon, Sceptile, jumped down from the trees to the back right of the Greninja, leaf blades at the ready, and the sharp claw Pokémon, Weavile, who sped in from deep in the forest to his back right. The speedster then disappeared in a black circular veil that spawned out of nowhere. That veil grew in size to reveal a very muscular Zoroark. The illusion Pokémon grew a menacing grin seeing the frightened target. In the center of them all was the man responsible. All he did was stand there and stare. Ominously. He didn't move. It was obvious to the little Pokémon that he frightened the leader. But to her, he was interesting. He finally spoke.

"Free them" is all he said in his deep raspy voice.

Only the Zoroark moved but you wouldn't have been able to tell. It moved at light speed almost. It took all of less than a second before it came back. Once it resheathed its claws the container around the little Pokémon shattered, startling her, forcing her to cover up in case the shards fell back down on her. But they didn't. She uncurled when she felt nothing and looked up to see that her entire containment unit was destroyed almost to atoms, there was nothing left. It was the same as the other Pokémon around her. All the cages were gone, as if they never existed at all. She could only admire the absolute power and unbelievable speed. The Zoroark didn't just break the containers, they disappeared. Whoever this trainer was, he commanded respect through his team of powerhouses. To think that a Zoroark of all Pokémon, a species not known for power but for trickery, escape ability, and its illusionary powers, could do something like that, and follow under the orders of a simple human.

Who was he?

The trainer slowly walked up to the leader. "I'm gonna give you one chance to answer my questions without being harmed. If you lie to me, you die." He moved to the right side of the Greninja. "If you try to move without my direction, you lose that body part." He stopped moving and leaned forward, and lowered his voice but keeping the same deep menacing tone. "If you refuse to give me an answer, you will be subject to the wrath of all six of my Pokémon on hand. One by one. You know who I am. You know of my power. You know what I'm capable of. So answer me, who do you work for? Where is your boss?"

The leader took a deep breath to attempt to stable himself as much as could. "It's just the four of us. We work for however calls us. All we know about this guy is that he called us, gave us our list of Pokémon, and we went to get them to meet here where he was supposed to pay us and we leave. I don't know the guy's name, we never ask. I ran the team. That's all I know."

He waited, holding his breath. The mysterious trainer stood there, narrowed his eyes slightly, and breathed just as little as he did. Unmoving. All of a sudden, his eyes glowed a deep blue. There was movement in them, as if there were living entities swirling, racing, around his eyes. His eyes widened, the swirling got faster and faster while the man that hanged showed more and more fear. The trainer's eyed stop glowing and he nodded his head. The man breathed out, thinking he was in the clear.

Until the Greninja moved.

The fully garbed trainer kicked away the now soulless head as it bounced towards him. Leaving the body to hang from the tree, he addressed the freed Pokémon as they tried to process the scene before them. She listened intently as he spoke.

"Hello. For the very few who have heard of me, I am only known as the Guardian. But you may all call me Ash."

He removed the part of the garb that shadowed his face. His hair was streaked raven and silver and sleeked back with some type of gel or something sticky. probably in that style to keep it all hidden in the garb. His face was clean shaven. He would've looked young had it not been for the scars that littered his face. Most were very small but one was a deep cut that went from his right cheek diagonally down into his jaw and then his neck and stopped at the opposite side collar bone… Just… like the Greninja… How was this possible?

"You are all free. You are all now safe and may go back your homes. If your home is far away from the Kanto Region I will have one of my Pokémon escort you back. I give every Pokémon I save the same offer. You are welcome to join my team and become stronger, but that is the only thing I can promise you is that you will become stronger. The three you see behind are not my strongest, but they have been training with me 10+ years. They are stronger than anything ever recorded and can take down teams of legendaries by themselves. You will not ever hope to land a hit on them. That does not mean you will be useless; every Pokémon has unique attributes that overshadow every other Pokémon. But you will not be doing what you just saw them do for a long time unless I really need you. My only rule is that you give 100% effort, I do not accept half-assed work. You will be healed, checked over, and the offer will stand as long as I am here, once I teleport out you will never see from me again."

She watched as Ash, or The Guardian as he called himself, reached into his back pocket and pulled out two more Pokéballs which he threw out to reveal a Meganium and a shiny Gardevoir who used Aromatherapy and Heal Pulse respectively on all the Pokémon there. She felt the energy she didn't even know she lost reenter her body and empower her. She could think clearer and see better than she ever could before. She smiled feeling the hurt leave her paws. She looked around to find Ash had went around inspecting every Pokémon. He headed towards her, a calmed expression plastered his face. It was almost more freighting than his angered face considered what his team had just done. How could anyone be so calm after doing something like that. Not to mention done so easily.

Once he reached her, there were only 7 other Pokémon left. Five were going home to other far away regions while two of them didn't have a home to go back to so they chose to join his team. Ash stood up from being kneeled down beside her.

"You are fully healed and are free to go back home. However I will ask you the same question as the others. Do you wish to have me as your trainer?"

She stared for a second, now having to make the crucial decision. She looked towards the group of Pokémon that came with Ash. They radiated with power, almost as if they each had an unlimited supply. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined any Pokémon could have had, he was definitely right about that. They had the natural legendary status glow to them even though they weren't legendary. She looked towards the group of dead bodies. The swiftness of the task at hand was unreal. They all died by something so fast that the wound didn't show up until a good few long seconds after they were already coughing up blood. The scene was carnage, ugly, and messy, but clean, tidy, swift, and most of all, perfected executed.

She wanted to be that strong.

But what could she have done. She was merely just a Shinx. Nothing really special except that she could see really well, and her evolution, a Luxray, had the best eyesight out of any Pokémon. Being Shiny would only make her a target and a burden to the team.

…but then again…

He said that every Pokémon has their use. If he could take advantage of the speed of a Greninja despite it's frailness, the stealth ability of a Sceptile in its natural habitat despite its large size and the illusion ability of a Zoroark despite its unimpressive offense, he could help her to maximize her abilities to make her weaknesses non-exploitable. He could bring out the best in her. Plus she had so many questions left unanswered. How did he get this strong? How did he get those scars?... Why did his Greninja look like him so much? She had to know.

She made her decision.

She stood up on all fours, flexed to show her excitement and bravery, and gave a commanding "Shinx" coupled with a nod of her head to signal that she wanted to join him.

Ash reached behind and pulled out an empty Pokéball. "When you are captured, the ball will teleport to my home under Mt. Silver. Alakazam will let you out and arrange your sleeping quarters and give you your new training regime that you will start within the next few days, or moons, whatever you count. After he is finished one of my other Pokémon, most likely another electric type, and they will give you a tour of your new home and show your living quarters. Understood?"

She nodded and stood ready for capture.

"Don't fight it." Those were Ash's parting words before he dropped the ball on the Shinx and walked towards the others, not having to watch the ball click and ding to signify the capture and vanish back home. He returned his healers, praising them on a job well down, then turned to his team.

"So why did we kill him this time? What didn't he tell us?" Sceptile was the first to ask as he retracted his Leaf Blades.

"He knew the names of a few of his former bosses. Most of them we got but there were two names that I didn't recognize so we have a couple new target and most likely a couple more Pokémon to free."

"So what's next for now?"

"You and Greninja plus three others are going to be teleported to their respective home regions and escort them back home. Zoroark is going home."

"Aww What?!" Zoroark wanted to protest.

"You've been working nonstop for the past week straight. I know you can handle another week out but I need you to be at 100% in case I really need you. Consider it punishment for not telling me about the wounds you picked up from the past few missions."

"….I was gonna tell you"

"No you weren't. I would have let them go too, but you've been hit too many times for my liking, whether that was from you clipping yourself on the surrounding trees and bushes or actually getting hit, it doesn't matter. I need those wounds healing and that's not going to happen out here on duty being sloppy. If you behave and cooperate it will only take a day at most. Understood?"

"But Ash-"

"I said understood?" Ash narrowed his eyes at his normally defiant Pokémon.

"Ugh…. Yes sir." He crossed his arms as Ash returned him in a beam of light.

Zoroark, Gardevoir, and Meganium's Pokéballs all teleported out back to base, to be switched out for three new ones. Ash threw them out to reveal a Midnight form Lycanroc, a tailless Glaceon, and a Golden Swellow. Ash paired them up with a Pokémon that needed to go home and gave each of them their location that they would be dropped at. Then he spoke again.

"They're ready. Teleport them."

Two by two, each pair was teleported out to their respective drop zones, until only Ash stood in the hidden clearing.

"Is there any more activity you can sense in the area?"

"Nothing having to do with Pokémon and nothing the police aren't already handling. Our best option is to stay out of those affairs to stay hidden from the public."

"Any reports from the scout teams."

"Two. Lavaridge in Hoenn and Lumiose in Kalos. The one in Lavaridge is a drug deal but ones that affect the hormones in Pokémon to cause them to experience their heats for an indefinite amount of time and can only stop after mating several times in a row. The one in Lumiose is a team who spotted and is hunting down a Suicune."

"Ninetails leads the team in Hoenn. I trust she knows who she will need for that mission. Why is Suicune my problem? She should be fine on her own she's a legendary and you know I don't want anything to do with anymore legendaries."

"She is shot and wounded and won't last much longer."

"GrrrrrAUUGHHH fuck it, fine! This better be the last time I have to deal with them I'm so sick and tired of it. Notify Alakazam to give her the team she requests. Bring me to Lumiose and make sure to teleport Greninja directly to me, along with Jolteon, Scizor, Inteleon and one of the Dittos. Have Magmortar on standby. The team I'm bringing is new to the field so if we get into shooting match I need a markswoman who's gonna give a direct hit while taking a hit."

"Understood."

"And please get someone to force Zoroark to rest. I know he's fine but he has the potential to be my strongest and I want to see him through. He's almost there, but almost isn't perfect. Remember to choose someone other than Delphox this time. As much as I want to trust her she likes to solve problems with seduction and psychic and Zoroark is immune to both of them."

"It will be done."

"Good. Let's go to Kalos. Final mission for the night."

And with that, as he covered his face with his garb once again, The Guardian phased out of sight like he wasn't even there to begin with.