THE MYSTERY OF BABA YEGA-CHAPTER 5
By Red Star
NOTE: I do not own Pokemon and thanks should go to Dragoness for allowing me to twist her story around a bit.
"Psychic Corps?" said Mrs. Ketchum. "An elite, top secret organization of the Russian military devoted to training Psychic's as a defensive force," answered Sabrina coldly, "Ivan is the most powerful Psychic in the Corps, he answers to the Emperor and no one else." General Nikolov gave a little smile. "I'm also a sharpshooter with the Imperial Army," "That's because you use your telekinesis to guide the bullet," Sabrina snapped. Nikolov shrugged. "But…why are you here?" Delia asked.
The General folded his arms and looked at the Ash tree in the garden. "The Emperor Dane I sent me to insure that this wasn't some sort of hoax. I have discovered that it is not and he has taken action to reclaim your son. Soon enough, we'll find your boy.."
He turned his eyes to Delia and smirked. "Or should I say…your Mew."
Within moments of Ivan's conversation with Dane I, ORSAT spy satellites went into action. Photos flew into the computers of the Space Defense Command Headquarters at Tyuratum, in Kazakhstan. From there the photos were transmitted to the Ministry of Defense and the MGB.
An MGB Major marched into Yevgeni Primakov's office and handed him the satellite photos. "Dismissed," he murmured with a wave of his hand. The officer saluted and walked out the door. Primakov donned his glasses, drank a shot of Vodka, and examined the photos. Near Naval Island, the satellite had found a ship flying Russian colors. Primakov's eyes glanced back and forth between a document and the photo. "Ship name: Golden Sea. Registered: Vladivostok Merchant Bureau. Registration Number: 1553."
Primakov smiled as everything linked up. "We have them."
In Pallet, Misty quietly fed Togepi it's dinner. Ash had been gone for about a week and a half now but the worry hadn't vanished. What was he doing to himself? Why would he try to kill…No, he would never… Suddenly, the phone came alive. "Ring, ring, ring, phone call, phone call (Isn't that how it goes?)". She placed the little egg Pokemon on the kitchen floor and picked up the phone. On the screen appeared on aged man with glasses. His face was long and a little puffy. He had high cheekbones and wore a dark suit. He looked a little surprised to see Misty. "Mrs. Ketchum?" he asked. "No, I'm Misty," "Oh," answered the strange caller, "Could you put her on the line?" "All right, who should I say is calling?" "Yevgeni Primakov, Minister of State Security of the Russian Empire," Misty's eyes opened wide at the title. "Oh…Okay, just a sec," she jogged out of the kitchen, leaving Primakov to watch Togepi approach the screen and chirp happily. "Uh, hello there," "Brrrriiiii! Togi…Togi!" "Does that work?" "Brrrriiiiii!" "Alright, if you say so,"
(Author's note: The next part will have a big part to play in this story and a possible sequel. Don't worry the end of this fic will tie it all in.)
Far away, the sky was darkened by the storm and falling rain. In this region, the land was bare and mountains were legion. Hidden in this region lay an ancient fortress, it's dark towers stretched upwards as if they were reaching to stab the sky. Hidden beneath this structure was a great cavern, with a shrine constructed around a great stone slab at the far end…
"And behold, He shall raise them to a height above normal men, and give them gifts of wisdom and long life."
The man's long fingernails traced over the slab. Part of it had writing covering it. But most of it held empty space. The shadowy figure continued reading.
"But, as their numbers increase, so shall their vanity. And He shall look upon them and be displeased. He shall choose One to raise above them and shall make him greater than they. But lo, there shall be two challenges set against this Chosen One. Beware, for the darkness within may overcome him, and another will be chosen to smite him."
The man placed a long, pale finger to his chin in thought. "Polosev moved quickly. It is fortunate that we found him as speedily as we did." "Da, Prince Tepes," He turned to behold the vastly aged woman waiting patiently behind him. He slowly walked down the short steps leading to the shrine. "We must work fast, Little Grandmother. And effectively. The darkness trying to infect him is temporarily halted by Polosev's devilish little machine, but it is still gathering strength. When the collar is removed, it will be as if a massive dam was removed: The darkness will flood his body." He glanced back at the slab. "We must be thorough when the time comes, and sweep it out of his body."
"We could just leave the collar on," the old woman chuckled. The man glared at her. "And what would we have? A mindless drone, incapable of realizing the other destiny that has been predicted for him." He turned his back and continued staring at the slab.
"And anyway, he must be of free mind when we move. His soul will be the ultimate factor in the coming battle." "And if we fail?" The man kneeled down to observe a small mouse that was crossing the stone floor. He stretched out a pale hand and silently broke the mouse's neck.
PALLET TOWN
"Mrs. Ketchum?" Delia turned to Misty's voice. "Oh, Misty, hi."
"There's a Russian Government official on the phone, he's asking for you and he…" She trailed off as she noticed Sabrina. "Sabrina! What are you doing here?" "I came to help you look for Ash. It's nice to see you again, Misty." Misty nodded and suddenly snapped her fingers. "Oh, Togepi! I forgot about it! Excuse me," she ran back to the house. "Togepi?" asked Sabrina. "We'll explain later," said Delia as she followed Misty, albeit somewhat slower. Sabrina turned back to Ivan, who still had a somewhat amused smile on his face.
"How do you know this Ash, anyway?" She sighed and leaned against the fence post.
"He battled against me when I was still carrying around that little doll. He lost twice, but came back for another round armed with a Haunter." She smiled a little at the memory.
"He won when the Haunter, acting on it's own, made me laugh. The doll vanished and I've been free of it ever since." One of Ivan's eyebrows went up. He smirked at her. "What? You look like you're two seconds away from laughing like a maniac."
"You like him," "WHAT?!?"
He snickered sinisterly. "You got a little sparkle in your eyes and your Aura brightened a little. You have a crush on him," She blushed. "You're wrong. He's only eleven!" "Yes, and Misty is thirteen, yet she has a crush on him." She narrowed her eyes. "Have you been peeking into people's minds again?" Ivan shook his head. "No, no. It should be obvious even to you. Her aura keeps calling for him, reaching for him. He appears to be a charming little Pokemon." He chuckled. "How do you know about that?" "I have my…sources."
Delia suddenly burst out of the house and cried out, "They found the helicopter!"
Two hours later, a Kamov-31 helicopter landed on the deck of the Archangel, Russia's largest Carrier. Out of it emerged Delia Ketchum, Brock, Misty, Richie, Billie, and Pikachu. General Nikolov helped Sabrina out of the chopper. Ivan walked over to the captain and the MGB agent that had arrived. After a few minutes of talking, Ivan went back to the group. "We found the research ship Golden Sea a few hours ago. 3rd Task Force has surrounded it, but no movement has been sighted on deck. We have a battalion of SPETSNAZ troops getting ready to board it. We'll remain here and wait for the report from the commander."
The Golden Sea found itself between two destroyers of the Russian Pacific Fleet. Two gangplanks slid out of each ship and landed on both of her sides. The hammering of black boots thundered through the air as black-masked men hurled themselves onto the Golden Eye's deck. Shouts rang through the air as 1,200 men swarmed through the ship. Lieutenant Colonel Sergei Farlov stepped onto the deck to lead the search. Attached to his shoulder was a microphone. "Into the bridge," he spoke as he led a platoon to said room.
And so it went on, throughout the ship, floor by floor, room by room. Suddenly, Farlov's radio crackled. "MC, this is Rolov, over." "What is it, Rolov," he snarled in reply. "MC, we're in the kitchen. We found something in the refrigerator you should see, over." "Copy that, I'm on my way."
Farlov entered the kitchen to see Lieutenant Rolov speaking with his men. Rolov saluted and Farlov acknowledged it. "Now, Rolov, what was so freakin' important?" The lieutenant reached over and opened the refrigerator door. Farlov stepped back and gagged from the stench that escaped from the icy chamber.
Farlov's microphone that was attached to his shoulder was linked directly to the radio system on Archangel. Ash's friends and family gathered around a radio in the carrier's mess hall. "Good Lord…get some Med personnel in here!! Christ Almighty!" The sound of cloth moving came over the radio. Farlov was crossing himself. "They're all dead!"
It was much later, on the destroyer Timoshenko. The group from Pallet had been airlifted home and Medical Officers had been brought in to help with the load of bodies. There were autopsies when the doctors could manage it. Ivan Nikolov waited to hear about the cause of Professor Dmitri Golev's death. Finally, the Doctor came out, peeling off his blood covered gloves. He nodded at Nikolov and the two went into the mess hall.
"So doctor? What happened?" The Medical Officer sighed and wiped his brow. He clasped his now bare hands together. "Well, when we opened his chest, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with his heart, so we ruled that out. There were a few spots on the lungs, but it seems to be a minor case of bronchitis; not enough to be fatal. Then we decided to examine his skull." "And?" "And…Well, there seemed to be a blood clot in parts of his brain. About three blood veins had unusually large clots, suggesting a stroke." "So it was a stroke?" "No, no, it's like…like someone's fingers just pressed against the veins and stopped the blood flow." Ivan sat back in shock. The doctor put his hand to his head in a tired manner. "What could have done that?" The doctor replied, "I believe he was murdered by a Psychic Pokemon."
Ash.
You again.
Is something wrong?
Yeah, you keep talking to me and won't tell me who you are.
I'm sorry. Please forgive a rude old woman. The Prince believes we should not reveal ourselves just yet.
Uh…
What is it, Little One?
Nothing. It's just that you're acting nicer than the last guy who talked to me like this.
Ah, you mean Nekiro.
You know him?
Only by name, Little One. The Prince and I prefer not to associate ourselves with his kind.
Why?
They're self-obsessed little snots.
Good point. Why are you here anyway?
To help you, Little One.
With what?
With your possible future. You became what you are for a reason.
The Dark Mew…
No, child. There is another reason you have been chosen to receive this gift.
What is it?
Another time, Little One. But hold on, child. With the light of your soul, the Prince and I will give you the tools for victory.
PALLET
Ivan stood in Professor Oak's lab, dialing in a number. Before long, Emperor Dane I's face appeared on the screen. "Ivan, do you have something else for me? I already heard about Golev's death. Primakov and I are discussing it now."
Ivan replied, "Your Imperial Majesty, there is indeed something else to report."
"Yes, I'm listening?" Ivan cleared his throat. "On the day that I arrived here, I scanned the Ketchum residence as according to common practice. I happened to also scan the mind of Ash Ketchum's famous Pikachu." The Emperor nodded. "The mental scan revealed something interesting about Mr. Ketchum: he has, through some twist of fate, been changed into a Mew." "A what?" "A Mew, sire. It's said to be the most powerful psychic in the Pokemon world. It's been thought to be a Myth for years but apparently, Ash has accidentally proved it's existence." Dane was silent. "I must consider this, Ivan. Good work." The screen flipped off.
"A Mew?" Dane grumbled to himself. "Dead Pokemon researchers? What the heck is…"
Dane trailed off as he noticed Primakov's downcast look. "Something wrong, Minister?"
Primakov looked up at the Emperor. "Yes, sire. It's about Anya Polosev…"