Author's Notes: Okay, I got the first chapter out

Author's Notes: Okay, I got the first chapter out! Yippee! But there's some bad news: not everyone is in this first part. The only ones who appear are me, Reaper, Doratsu, and the many personalities of The Cyber One. This is just sort of an opener for the rest of the story, so never fear! In the next chapter, a lot of the authors of light should appear, as well as a few of the authors of dark. Also, The Cyber One's entrance was written by The Cyber One herself, so she gets all the credit for writing that part. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first part of Written in Blood!

"Fanfiction authors are among some of the most often mocked people in the world. If one should even mention that they write stories based off a TV show or a book or a movie, they would most likely be laughed at by those who do not write fanfiction. These underappreciated authors can only find solace with other authors. Birds of a feather…

"But those non-writers would choke on their laughter if they knew the fanfiction author's secret. In fact, if all those other people knew, the art would no longer be called fanfiction. Yes, the authors have an inexplicable, almost magical ability: they can see into the world they write about. This gift, this second sight, is unknown to the rest of the world. It is the silent, unspoken pact that all authors have with each other. They must never reveal the Sight to those who are blind to it. And, to this day, they have kept the secret safe.

"But there is more to the secret than just the Sight. There is also the Manipulation. As the author watches the distant world they write about, they also have the opportunity to change it with their words. It should go without saying that with such power also comes responsibility. Control over the small inhabitants of the distant world should be carefully maintained.

"However, while some consider the Sight to be a gift, it can also be a curse. Imagine for one second that a person can see into a wonderful, idyllic little world, such as…oh, say, the world of pokemon. Imagine being able to see that world and every single happy little person running around in their happy little lives. They don't have to worry about wars, poverty, starvation, even getting a passing grade in school. No, they just worry about catching more pokemon and collecting badges and the occasional attack from Team Rocket. It's not right. It's not fair! Why should authors be forced to only watch and never participate? There must be a way around it…

"And I have found it.

"It was so simple. All that was required was a self-insertion fic. It took little time to write, and even less time to implement it. As the story was written, my form and conscious were merged with that of my fanfiction self. And now, now that the story is finished, I am here. Finally, I have reached the pokemon world.

"I must admit that I was slightly surprised that I still had the Sight and the Manipulation. It was strange at first, then it became almost like a game to still play author to all the inhabitants of Pokemon World. But the game wasn't enough for me. I was sure I could put the Manipulation to better use than just interfering in the meaningless lives of random individuals. That was when I realized that with my Sight and Manipulation, I could hold this world in the palm of my hand. I was practically omnipotent as an author in her own literary world.

"I believe that brings us up to speed."

The girl smiled and leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, kicking her heels up onto the desk. The tall boy standing on the other side of the desk nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"And you say that you…created me?"

"Yes, Reaper, I created you. I made you to be the ultimate antagonist."

"If you're as powerful as you say you are, why do you need an army of humanity to help you take over our world?"

"A good question. It's true that I could use the Manipulation to dominate this world in less than a day, but that would be too obvious to all the other authors. The last thing we need is a damn 'heroic' author figuring out how to come here. So, are you with me or not?"

Reaper smiled slightly, revealing his fangs. "We shall crush all resistance."

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The forest practically hummed with the chatter of wild pokemon. The whole area was alive with nature. In fact, the voices of the resident pokemon all had a cheerful edge to them.

"Pidgey!"

"Wee-weedle!"

"Metapod!"

"Yeeee-HAAAAAA!"

The sudden, loud shout silenced nearly all the forest creatures. They looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. Then, several pokemon were nearly blown out of the trees they were sitting in as an insanely fast something shot by, its speed creating a huge whirlwind behind it. Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the speeding thing abruptly screeched to a halt. It was only then that the pokemon of this forest could get a good look at the newcomer.

The new thing, a female, was like nothing they had ever seen before. She seemed to be a mix of human, Raichu, and Dragonite. The new person had a Raichu's ears and face, although the eyes and mouth were obviously human. A short yellow horn parted her light-green hair on her forehead, and she had a Dragonite's antennae sticking out from the middle of her head. She had Raichu fur covering her entire body and the distinct Raichu tail, although it had scales mixed in with the fur on it. From her shoulders sprung a pair of large pink wings. Her hands and feet each had three digits, all of them tipped with long, sharp claws. She was dressed in a light violet T-shirt and jeans and her green eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Hi, forest!" she called excitedly. "I'm in a hyper mood!" Strangely, the forest did not answer her. The Raichu-Dragonite-human frowned slightly. With arms folded across her chest and foot tapping the ground, she waited impatiently for some sort of response. Finally, the response came, although not in the manner that she had been expecting.

In the middle of an isolated forest— not any one in particular, just one with lots of trees and so on—there was quite suddenly another person. In the few moments she was there, she would have answered to the name of Lara. She would have explained how she got there, why she felt like being there, and so on, and so forth. However, something quite odd happened next. Several wild pokemon nearly fainted immediately at the shock of it.

It seemed that this person was a ghost, or something not quite solid; at any rate, a number of beings simply walked out of her, as one would a shadow, into vision.

Firstly, a Porygon scooted out enthusiastically, whizzing above the ground, whirling into a U-turn and finally stopping, facing the person. Secondly, a woman dressed as a scientist stepped out quite calmly. She turned around and stretched her arm inside the person, helping out a considerably older man. When she let go of his arm, he tipped his hat to her in gratitude.

And then came out a person looking quite like Lara, only rather blurry in appearance, very indistinct, and dressed much more eccentrically—gray shirt and pants, mismatched gloves, and green-and-black striped towel over one shoulder caught one's eye, followed by the silver ring forced over a glove's finger, and the silver-tipped staff. These were only four of many, but none present got a chance to count. A second after they all had appeared, they all disappeared—except for one.

The old man, however, could still see them all, hear them all, and talk to them all quite comfortably. Except for the first, Lara, herself, was not there. These people were, in fact, all the various parts of her; so, really, she was there, only...suffering schizophrenia.

And, at the moment, this man—Hawkin—was "in charge."

"Yes, Porygon," he said to apparently himself, "you're quite welcome. Just don't run off on me." He turned his head slightly. "Hanako, don't worry. It would have gotten here if I hadn't helped."

What would have alarmed any pokemon who had just arrived was the sudden change of the old man into the Porygon seen earlier. They might also have been alarmed by the fact that it could talk "human."

"Hanako, you're worrying more than Hawkin there; and if he's not worried, then you shouldn't, either. He's the expert."

Hanako, the scientist, invisible to the world, moaned to herself. "He's only not worried because Cyber got to him."

There was an indignant grunt. "That's The Cyber One, thank you,

Hanako," said the teenaged Cyber One, "and I didn't even speak to him since Porygon bugged him. I think Hawkin knows when to worry."

"Perhaps when you're about," Hawkin suggested. "And perhaps I should be worried about the reason I brought you here for, too - rather than just pure entertainment."

All eyes turned towards Hawkin.

"I told you you've been near Cyber for too long," Hanako complained, "now you're getting all melodramatic."

"That was me," piped up Porygon, much to the wild pokemon's surprise.

(Porygon was the only one they could hear.)

"Anyway, if you'll just head out that way"—and here Hawkin pointed—"you might find yourself with something 'fun' to do."

Porygon's eyes lit up with happiness, and quite suddenly the little pokemon sped in that direction. The invisible people simply floated along with their physical counterpart at an equal speed, bickering, talking, and in general being themselves.

As the Porygon darted away, the pokemorph girl followed silently after. She watched the other pokemon curiously, wondering where it had come from and, more importantly, why it was talking to itself. As she trailed the Porygon, it suddenly "blipped" into a different person. It was now the teenage girl holding a staff and with a towel slung over one shoulder. At this point, the pokemorph could no longer contain her curiosity. She ran right up beside the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. The teenager turned and looked at the Raichu-Dragonite-human, though her expression showed no surprise at seeing such an odd creature.

"Hey, just who are you and how'd you get here?" the pokemorph asked.

"Me?" the girl pointed to herself. "Why, I'm The Cyber One, author extraordinaire and member of Freaks United." She punctuated the statement by shouting, "Fu!" at the top of her lungs.

"You're an author? Wow, so am I!" the pokemorph exclaimed. "I'm Doratsu. How'd you get here, anyway?"

"Oh, she's going to be sorry she asked you that," Hawkin said with a tired sigh.

"I can explain it just as well as you can," said The Cyber One indignantly to the personality that hovered at her side. Then she turned back to Doratsu. "Hawkin is an expert at fiction-travel, which is how we get into different story worlds. Isn't that how you got here?"

"Heck, I don't even remember how I got here," Doratsu told her cheerfully. "I've been here so long, I barely remember the world I came from."

"Does she mean she's trapped in this pokemon world?" Hanako asked.

"Hmm…" Hawkin mused. "I've heard of this before: authors journeying unknowingly into a world and either choosing to stay or getting stuck there. This Doratsu must be one of the Lost Authors."

"Maybe you should ask her about the problem that got you all worried," The Cyber One said aloud. Doratsu gave her a strange look.

"Um, who are you talking to?" the pokemorph asked.

The Cyber One blinked at the interruption, then grinned. "Oh, just the voices in my head!" No sooner had she finished her sentence than she had blipped into her Hawkin personality. The change caused Doratsu to jump back slightly.

"Excuse me, miss," the elderly man began politely, "but have you noticed anything strange happening in this world? I had this feeling that something was awry here, but I cannot pinpoint the exact cause of my unease."

"Uh…Besides you showing up and changing into a different person every few minutes, I can't really think of anything," Doratsu said. "Oh, except for that one thing."

"And what one thing is that?" he prompted.

"Someone's trying to take over the pokemon world."

"WHAT?!" every single personality exclaimed, though only Hawkin's voice was heard by Doratsu.

"Yeah, there's been a big uprising. People in Team Rocket uniforms are causing trouble all over the place. I don't think they are Team Rocket, though, 'cause they don't say that dumb motto every time they do something illegal. And they're a lot meaner, too." At that point, Doratsu glanced up at the sun. "Whoa, look at the time. I better get going. I've got places to go, things to set on fire, you know. Have a good time in the pokemon world!" With a cry of "Wheeeee!", the pokemorph took off, running at top speed right out of the forest, leaving Hawkin and the three other personalities standing in shock.

"Well, there goes our chance for fun," Porygon said wistfully.

"Yeah. You just know Hawkin and Hanako are going to want to save the world now," The Cyber One added.

"There is nothing wrong with wanting to save the world," Hanako told the two personalities in a mother-chiding-children way.

"Hanako's right," Hawkin agreed. "It's our job to protect all the worlds, especially the ones authors play around in. We shall protect this world, no matter what the cost!"

"Don't you think we should see what we're up against?" Hanako suggested. "It's all well and good to dash off like heroes, but we have no idea who this person is or why they're trying to conquer the pokemon world."

Hawkin then changed into Porygon, who said, "Don't worry, I'll check it out." The little pokemon shut its eyes, using the author ability of Sight to try and locate their opponent. It could clearly see the entire pokemon world, and its vision zoomed around, searching for any sort of "evil" aura. Strangely, it could pick up nothing, nothing except—

"Author!" Porygon exclaimed. "There's another author here besides us and that Doratsu character!"

"Is it a good author or a bad author?" The Cyber One asked, trying to do her best Glenda, Good Witch of the North imitation.

"How am I supposed to know?" the pokemon snapped. "The Sight doesn't pick up author specifics."

"People in Team Rocket uniforms acting a lot harsher than normal. Creating a crueler faction of Team Rocket is an often used plot device by authors. It seems to me that we are dealing with a dark author, my friends," said Hawkin.

"We'll need authors of light to combat a dark author," Hanako stated. "And there's only one place to go to find a decent collection of authors."

"Well, looks like I'm the one nominated to get some light author allies," Porygon commented. It glowed brightly for a moment, then vanished, sending its computer-coded form into the cyberspace of the real world. It was time to find some authors of light.

Author's End Notes: And so part one comes to a close with Porygon heading off to find good guys. I have no idea when the next part will be out, but I'll try to be quick about it. Oh, and as a final note, if anyone has a burning desire to write their own intro like The Cyber One did, just let me know. Don't feel obligated or anything, it's only if you really want to. Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a review!