S H E L L O F O B L I V I O N
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Author's notes: Well, this is my first fic! I never thought I'd actually write anything, but here it is! If I get three good reviews for this, I'll keep it up. I would like to have proofreaders for this, my email address is umjammerlammy_99@yahoo.com. Flames are welcome, but constructive criticism is much preferred. :)
p r o l o g u e
Giovanni sighed as he went through the papers haphazardly discarded all over his desk. His Persian let out a dull purring noise and rubbed against his leg. Today seemed like it would wear on forever. People had come and gone out of his office, like every other day, giving him more pokemon to add to his already vast collection(not that he minded), or telling him of their near misses and agonizing defeats, assuring him it would never ever happen again. He pulled a paper from under a few documents and stared at it, skimming it over. He tilted his head back as he recalled his mother excitedly telling important looking men things he barely understood and shaking it furiously when they raised any shadow of doubt. Wisps of memory slowly began to piece themselves together as he cast his mind back to that day.
He was standing next to his mother, then known as Madam Boss, and looking fearfully at the three men who were, in turn, looking fearfully at him and his mother. Mostly his mother.
"This will revolutionize Team Rocket!" she practically screamed. "How can you not agree? This is perfect weapon!"
The men glanced at each other nervously. One spoke slowly. "It's not that. This project requires the use of a person, ma'am, and we just can't do that."
Giovanni looked up at his mother. She had on her I'm-ready-to-kill-you face. The man that had just spoken took a step back. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand forcefully and lead him out of the office.
They sat down together in his mother's executive suite, which was now his. She looked enormously disappointed. Finally, she opened up to her son.
"I can't believe it," she stated simply, "this was the perfect plan. If some person signs up for Team Rocket, that makes them property of Team Rocket. They should be ready and willing to do this..."
She kept talking, but Giovanni was more interested in the paper. He took it and stared at it for a while. Of course, at the time he was only five years old, so he couldn't make much of it, but the detailed drawings and calculations stood out so much he would never forget that paper. He didn't.
Now, reading it, he understood fully what it meant. To put it in simple terms, all he had to do was pick a Team Rocket member who was on the brink of getting fired and terminate them. (He thought the word "kill" was too harsh) After that, using the calculations and diagrams, parts of the person would be replaced with an indestructible metal, and huge amounts of power would be generated. Limitless. Memory would have to be erased. If all went correctly, just a jolt of electricity should wake them up. With that, they would have a perfect bio weapon.
Giovanni laughed. 'Perfectly ridiculous! My mother was crazier than I imagined!' he thought. He leaned back in his chair, still humored by the situation. But the more he looked at the diagrams, the more enticing it seemed. "Preposterous," he muttered. But was it?
Giovanni had tried such a thing with a pokemon before. The result was disastrous. A human wouldn't be too much different. Would it? A human would be much less conspicuous. A human would never be suspected. Only pokemon get treatment like that in Team Rocket!
Giovanni laughed darkly. "Until now..."
He got up and looked over at the pile of files of members he had given up on. With a bitter smile, he closed his eyes and took one out. His lips parted into an inhuman smile as he recited the name of his newest victim into the darkness.
"James Morgan"
