Dragons Eyes
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon...There ya happy! I said it! .
A/N: Hey I though I might take Pokemon to a slightly twisted note. This seems to be only a prolog. Ash chapter if you wish. No little electric mouse this time.. Sorry pika fans ^.~. Anywho This does get rather bloody and I do not care if you had seen something like this before this is my first poke story so you must bare with me. By the way you can notice I am very bad a titles. If you have any suggestions for a title, to tell me the story is great and to continue, or just to say it should rot in hell with the telitubies and barney I wanna hear it. R/R okies . C-ya laterz when I type the next chaper.
The sky was a midnight blue, stars rarely seen scattered over the barren, empty, space above. There, hidden within a sea of trees, was a small hut, light glimmering from the windows on its sides, falling on the dead grass about it.
A scream, a shrill of pain.
Inside there was nothing but candles, a chair, and the four walls about it. Accept, a door. A small door under the chair. The door opened to a dusty staircase, every step taken on the old steps made them moan and squeak. At the end of the staircase was a large room, tanks of different shades of liquids sat in rows on one wall, bubbling, shaking now and then. Nothing was inside them, nothing at all...Nothing...Yet.
On the other side of the tubes, opposite wall, there was a circle of men, lab coats, goggles, scientists to say the least. The surrounded a being, tattered and torn, looking as if it was only a sack of skin, muscle, and blood. The once fare, strong skin was now drenched and stained in its own blood. The being hung from two chains wrapped about its wrists, letting the rest of its body hang loose to be tortured, experimented on, drained of all its life force. Its head was hung, hair of shadows hanging over its tortured face, swaying as the head slightly bobbed, blood spilling to the floor from its hidden face. It was relatively nude, standing before the scientists, no, hanging before the scientists for display, to show what they have accomplished and what they need to.
"If we don't see any improvement in this boy it will be useless. We will all get fried and all of that work would be for nothing." One of the scientists said, poking the beings side with a metal stick. The being didn't move.
"The boss said he was special, he had something in him, a jewel of power, our key to ruling the world. I have not found anything within his bodily frame but blood, skin and useless other matters. He is nothing but a damn kid!" another said, throwing a clipboard at the being, hitting its head, and watching it fall harmlessly to the floor. The being did nothing.
"Well that's all we are going to do for tonight. I will give him one more ejection for the night and if nothing happens by morning we drop him off where we dug him up..." Another said, taking a needle from a shelf at his side, the contents were a darker than a ravens wing, looking like a paste, barely seeming to move within its container. The man walked to the being, taking its arm in his hand and pushing the needles point into the tattered skin. The being did nothing, for the time. While the scientist threw the needle away and the rest had turned for the door they heard a loud choking noise, rattling, spitting and coughing. The scientists turned around, grabbing things from all of the counters and placing them on the body. The body was shaking wildly; the thing threw its head back, screaming in pain and agony. Its eyes closed tightly, sweat pouring down his young face while his shadow hair stuck like glue to his face, separating like clumps of yarn when thrown side to side. In a matter of minutes there were wires and tubes all over the boys body, falling to computers, now beeping and screaming results louder than the boys lungs.
Suddenly silence. All of the vital signs died, his heart rate stopped. Flat lined.
The doctors stared at the once rampaging boy, hanging from the chains; body tattered and bloodstained, dead.... Or so they thought. Without warning the vital signs spiked, the heartbeat off the chart before exploding into ashes of its former self.... Ashes. The boy seemed to stand, his body rebuilding itself to normal.... and beyond. His hair bean to somewhat spike while his skin darkened from its usual light tan, bloodstain, to a raven black, smoothing into scales. His auburn eyes glowing slightly, pupils slitting to a sliver, lightly looking over the room to the scientists around him. He was no longer human. He was now more than that. They found what they were looking for. He somehow seemed to float from the ground, his knees slightly bending, muscles of his body growing to dangerous proportions stretching his already tightly fit skin. He shot his arms to the side, everything around him seeming to dissolve in a burst of midnight flame, blasting things into the walls.... Ashes.
The scientists began to flee, running for the staircase, pushing one another to the ground to get free, to stay from pain, the pain that they had giving the boy, now monster, and was about to receive. The boy brought his knees to his chest, his arms wrapped about his knees, now becoming a ball of black, hanging in thin air. All was silent once more. The scientists stopped their panicking slowly, turning to the ball of dark, eyes wide and mouth open.
Without warning the figure burst out its four limbs, a wave of midnight blue fire erupting from his form with great power, killing all of the men on contact and throwing their roasted bodies to the walls. The figure now had more to its bodily frame, two powerful wings protruded from his back, sleek and as black as his hair. A long tail fell from behind him, swaying back and forth, slightly curled to keep from brushing on the ground glossed with crimson blood. His hands were no longer hands, but claws, his feet no different. He threw his head back, throwing his claws to his face, covering it while he yelled and screamed in pain, transformation being followed through once more. His face began to stretch, cracking of his bones heard over the roar of flames that fall on in the background. While his face changes he began to grow, cracking from his ribs growing as well, skin stretching to its limit and more, cuts seeming to heal themselves for the bodies full transformation. Now the boy was no longer a boy but what looked like a giant lizard, cramped within the small space that was once a laboratory. His face stretched to a snout, his limbs curved, every muscle rippling with immense power.
He began to stand, his back crashing through the floor of the cabin above and through the cabins roof, enabling him to stand fully. Being in the hole that was once the two-layered house his head still managed to peek over the treetops, tilting and swiveling to and fro like a eagles would when looking for prey. He opened his mouth, a roar of pain, agony, and loneliness, like a song, fell from his lips to the night air, erupting into a, almost howl. He spread his majestic wings, beating them once or twice before lifting off the ground and landing beside the hole. It looked down into it, seeing the bodies he had crushed by moving to stand and those that barely held onto life. His eyes only narrowed, seeing nothing but the remains of monsters, evil beings. He raised his head, seeming to have his snout reach the stars themselves, silky strands of midnight flames escaping his lips while they opened, a ball of fire forming in the back of his mouth. He then threw his head forward, a tongue of powerful flames throwing themselves into the hole, blasting everything in site and turning it into ashes..... ashes.
He roared in pain, throwing his head back and twisting it to see a spear in his back, a cord connected to it and rising to a helicopter in the air above him. He then turns his whole body, spreading his wings and opening his mouth, shooting another blast of flames at the aircraft only to see them thrown in every other direction than his target feet before the metal bird. He roared again in pain, whipping himself to the other side, seeing another spear behind his left shoulder. He shot blaze after blaze at the helicopters spearing him, every attack seeming to be blocked, soon the spears seemed to cover every inch of his body. Suddenly they lit up, electrocuting the creature from head to toe. The creature beat its wings, jetting into the air to escape, the helicopters jolted and trailed behind him, their controllers in the drivers seat still, electricity still going. The creature roared once again, its eyes seeming to slowly droop, its power being drained rapidly. It finally passed out, turning downward from the skies and falling to the hard ground below, slamming into it with a loud sickening crash, helicopters scattering around him like rain and resting.
Dozens of men rushed to the creature's sides, taking the spears from its skin while it began to shrink slowly. Its tail retracted and disappeared as he returned to his human form, natural color back to normal. Everything was normal accept for the wings that stayed on his back, they had shrunk yet somehow remained. From a car that had driven up from the forest outside the clearing, apparently watching what was happening from a safe distance, a figure approached the boy, looking him over, noticing that he seemed to be healed and his muscles seemed to have increased in strength. It smirked lightly, taking the tip of her boot and turning the naked boy to his back, looking him over before turning to the other men.
"Take him inside! We will be keeping him for now, he is important so I do not want him to be hurt nor forced to transform again! Got that!" it yelled to them, looking them all over once more to make sure her point has been set across. It smiled once before turning, glancing to the kid before taking a step into the car and driving off.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~12 Years Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A man stood on what looked like a stage that circled inches from his feet, his eyes cold and hard, enough to freeze anything in an instant. His hair was as shadow black as a ravens wing, falling loosely over his for-head and down his the back of his neck. He was a firm as stone, his posture impeccable though his muscular body remained hidden within the shadows of a midnight blue cloak. Around his neck was a necklace, a black dragon charm hanging from the sting over his chest, eyes of auburn and flame of midnight on its features. As the man stood a woman circled around him, she looked older yet not by much, ten years give or take. She then stopped before him, raising a slender hand to his cheek and running it along his chin, though he didn't move a muscle.
"You have come far, my child, very far..." she said slyly, turning and circling him again a few more times "You are the strongest being in this universe, invincible." She continued, looking him over again and again, licking her lips. "You have had millions on their knees for mercy and you have not let any mercy fall upon them. You are a true warrior. I release you to do more destruction in the name of the R." she said, stopping in front of him.
He said in a deep, Though silky voice "Yes, Milady, what you say is my command, I will not fail you..." while he kneeled to one knee, bowing his head, locks of his soft hair moving over his face. She smiles wickedly.
"My dear Ashito..." she said, running a hand over his hair slowly before grabbing it within her fist and yanking upward, pulling his head to face her while she said in a stern voice, as If in a hiss. "And if you fail me you will be severely punished do you understand Ashito!" He only nodded while she threw his hair down, releasing him. She turned, her own crimson cloak flowing behind her while she exited the room. He looked up, a smirk played across his face while.
"My queen I will serve you until I rot in the pits of hell.." he said, his pupils shrinking to slits once more, the eyes of a dragon. He stood again, looking over the empty room. He then stepped off the stage, walking to the only door that led to the outside world he had only seen in his dreams, the world he was forbidden to step foot into before now. The world before Ashito....The world of Ash, his childhood self.