Another update...hmm...I've still got a few installments before I have to start writing the ending to this, so I'd love your feedback...anything you'd love to see at the ending? I NEEEEEEED feedback people, otherwise this fic might never find a good end!!
I don't own Pokemon.
*****
Watson watched from several yards away as his trackers closed in on the target area. Some brandished their tranquilizer guns, while others readied tough plasticized nets. There was no way the test subject was going to escape this time. He chuckled to himself.
Suddenly, and without warning, a large something burst out of the grass, something that was cloaked by Dark energy. Rippling through the air like a geist, it bowled over the startled trackers. With a galloping whoosh and pop of air, it bounded off. Cursing, Watson watched the scanner. The Dark energy moved as a bulbous, pulsating mass, showing where the creature was.
It was headed in a headlong charge. Right towards him.
THWACK!
Watson felt his legs thrown from below him as the cloaked test animal cannoned into his legs. He fell awkwardly, face first in the dirt. As quickly as it had come, the scanner showed the Dark energy streaking away, then pausing several yards away.
Spitting dirt and blood aside, Watson shouted hoarsely to his trackers as he pointed towards the anomaly.
"Right over there! Shoot it, already!"
The air whistled with five tranquilizer darts, humming on their deadly track towards invisible enemy.
ThwipThwipThwipThwipThwip!
Dark energy bounded several steps to the side as the darts buried themselves in the ground. The air suddenly rippled with increasing ultrasonic energy. Watson immediately assumed a brace position, putting his head down and bracing his arms behind his neck. He knew what was coming.
If his trackers didn't, then that was their problem.
PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!
An increasingly violent ultrasonic wail rippled through the air, causing light itself to distort. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the trackers writhe about in pain, then keel over from the horrible sound that seemed to split their heads in two.
Well, it was their fault if they didn't know a Screech attack when they saw one.
Something lingered in Watson's mind. First Ice, then Psychic, now Dark.
What next?
In fact, Watson was so involved in his own thoughts, he totally missed out on the second, smaller mass of Dark energy as it streaked off and away from the scene of calamity. Towards the laboratory.
*****
Apparently the laboratory had begun to fall into disuse; Strange One found it simple to break into the building via an air duct that had fallen on one hinge. The air duct was full of echoes and loud bangings that hurt Strange One's ears, but he continued on grimly, knowing what he had to do.
As quickly as the duct had begun, it abruptly ended.
Strange One held his breath. The smell of sterility seemed to clog his senses, making him feel woozy. His eyes took in every sight, and his ears took in every sound.
It was exactly the way he remembered it.
It wasn't the same room he had known so well for those months, but then again, most rooms in laboratories all have the same general structure. Everything in the room was shiny and metallic, polished to a sheen that made his eyes hurt to stare directly at it. Strange One carefully remained phazed out as he tentatively stuck his head out. This room had no humans in it at the moment.
Good.
Tentatively, one paw at a time, Strange One let himself fully into the room. He surpressed a slight shiver, staring around him and slowly pivoting in a full circle. A chill ran up his spine, and his aura almost resurfaced. Closing his eyes, he let the feeling pass.
You're back.
Mew's small voice caught Strange One off guard, and he abruptly became visible again. Turning round, he wasn't surprised to find Mew hovering a few feet above him. Slowly, she sank down to the floor, looking around at her surrounding with a slight shudder.
This whole place radiates with a bad aura, yet you've returned. Why? The eyes riveted on him. It was a rhetorical question, but one that he felt compelled to answer anyways.
I've come back to stop the evil they're doing here forever. You released me from this prison a year ago. But what about the others? Why should they suffer? I come to set them all free, Legendary Mew. I come to set them free and then destroy this place.
Well said, Strange One, Mew said with a note of approval. But first there is something you should know. Come with me.
Strange One was about to argue, looking around at the row of grim cages that lined the walls. But something about Mew's eyes stayed his thoughts and protests. Wordlessly, he followed her out of the room.
Their shadows lengthened down the florescently lit hallway. Strange One padded after Mew as she silently glided down the hallway, unchanging in her pattern of hovering and flying. Swallowing hard, Strange One hunkered down. He felt increasingly uncomfortable. What exactly did he need to see?
He didn't have long to wait for an answer. Abruptly, Mew stopped at a door. Putting a paw on the door, she looked to Strange One. She seemed almost...apologetic?
There was a click, and the door opened with a creak as Mew pushed on it. It opened with agonizing slowness. The scent of the accursed doctor who had sundered him wafted in, overplaying the smell of sterility. The room that opened before them was nearly empty-save for a desk, a file cabinet, and a thick yellowed notebook that lay open on the desk. Quietly, Strange One padded in. Mew floated overhead and beckoned Strange One onto the table. He did so, and looked at her, confused.
This book, Mew said with a sigh, contains every creature that, like you, were subjected to the radiation of a hybrid stone. Gently, Strange One turned pages with a paw, not understanding the writing, but gazing sadly at the photographs: many Vulpix, Poliwhirl, Gloom, and Pikachu like himself. Running a paw over the pages, he looked up at Mew. Did any of them...?
No. Mew said quietly, taking a deep breath. You were the only one who ever survived. She closed her eyes in sadness.
The Pikablu turned to the last page, where he halted. There, clearly in the photograph, was a small yellow Pikachu, but-
That's me...Before I was changed.
Mew nodded. I should explain. For years this scientist has been trying to develop a new radiation stone by warping the energies of existing stones. But every time he tested the stone, the poor victim he tried on it was killed instantly, or died soon after exposure. When he came to you, however, he tried something different. Are you familiar with the concept of DNA?
Sort of, Strange One shrugged. My friend Promise told me about it, a little bit. Before he evolved, he was an Eevee, and he told me about their irregular genes.
Mew nodded again. Your Umbreon friend knows a lot. Those same irregular DNA sequences were assimilated into your own DNA, Strange One. Those injections they gave you...it was all part of this experiment of his.
And?
To put it bluntly, it worked.
Strange One stared at the book. Blinking, he pulled out something that apparently had been closed in the margin along with his entry.
It was a single blue feather, about a foot long.
There was a gentle tug from inside him, and his Ice aura flared up again, as if in reaction to his contact with the feather. A second jolt, and Strange One suddenly felt his Mimic of Promise's powers fade. Staring at his shoulders, he watched his `rings' slowly fade out of existence.
Mew appeared suddenly alarmed. It is dawn. and with that she abruptly disappeared. But her mind voice stayed for moments longer than her physical self. You know what your task is, Strange One. Rise up to it.
Then Strange One was left alone with himself.
I don't own Pokemon.
*****
Watson watched from several yards away as his trackers closed in on the target area. Some brandished their tranquilizer guns, while others readied tough plasticized nets. There was no way the test subject was going to escape this time. He chuckled to himself.
Suddenly, and without warning, a large something burst out of the grass, something that was cloaked by Dark energy. Rippling through the air like a geist, it bowled over the startled trackers. With a galloping whoosh and pop of air, it bounded off. Cursing, Watson watched the scanner. The Dark energy moved as a bulbous, pulsating mass, showing where the creature was.
It was headed in a headlong charge. Right towards him.
THWACK!
Watson felt his legs thrown from below him as the cloaked test animal cannoned into his legs. He fell awkwardly, face first in the dirt. As quickly as it had come, the scanner showed the Dark energy streaking away, then pausing several yards away.
Spitting dirt and blood aside, Watson shouted hoarsely to his trackers as he pointed towards the anomaly.
"Right over there! Shoot it, already!"
The air whistled with five tranquilizer darts, humming on their deadly track towards invisible enemy.
ThwipThwipThwipThwipThwip!
Dark energy bounded several steps to the side as the darts buried themselves in the ground. The air suddenly rippled with increasing ultrasonic energy. Watson immediately assumed a brace position, putting his head down and bracing his arms behind his neck. He knew what was coming.
If his trackers didn't, then that was their problem.
PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!
An increasingly violent ultrasonic wail rippled through the air, causing light itself to distort. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the trackers writhe about in pain, then keel over from the horrible sound that seemed to split their heads in two.
Well, it was their fault if they didn't know a Screech attack when they saw one.
Something lingered in Watson's mind. First Ice, then Psychic, now Dark.
What next?
In fact, Watson was so involved in his own thoughts, he totally missed out on the second, smaller mass of Dark energy as it streaked off and away from the scene of calamity. Towards the laboratory.
*****
Apparently the laboratory had begun to fall into disuse; Strange One found it simple to break into the building via an air duct that had fallen on one hinge. The air duct was full of echoes and loud bangings that hurt Strange One's ears, but he continued on grimly, knowing what he had to do.
As quickly as the duct had begun, it abruptly ended.
Strange One held his breath. The smell of sterility seemed to clog his senses, making him feel woozy. His eyes took in every sight, and his ears took in every sound.
It was exactly the way he remembered it.
It wasn't the same room he had known so well for those months, but then again, most rooms in laboratories all have the same general structure. Everything in the room was shiny and metallic, polished to a sheen that made his eyes hurt to stare directly at it. Strange One carefully remained phazed out as he tentatively stuck his head out. This room had no humans in it at the moment.
Good.
Tentatively, one paw at a time, Strange One let himself fully into the room. He surpressed a slight shiver, staring around him and slowly pivoting in a full circle. A chill ran up his spine, and his aura almost resurfaced. Closing his eyes, he let the feeling pass.
You're back.
Mew's small voice caught Strange One off guard, and he abruptly became visible again. Turning round, he wasn't surprised to find Mew hovering a few feet above him. Slowly, she sank down to the floor, looking around at her surrounding with a slight shudder.
This whole place radiates with a bad aura, yet you've returned. Why? The eyes riveted on him. It was a rhetorical question, but one that he felt compelled to answer anyways.
I've come back to stop the evil they're doing here forever. You released me from this prison a year ago. But what about the others? Why should they suffer? I come to set them all free, Legendary Mew. I come to set them free and then destroy this place.
Well said, Strange One, Mew said with a note of approval. But first there is something you should know. Come with me.
Strange One was about to argue, looking around at the row of grim cages that lined the walls. But something about Mew's eyes stayed his thoughts and protests. Wordlessly, he followed her out of the room.
Their shadows lengthened down the florescently lit hallway. Strange One padded after Mew as she silently glided down the hallway, unchanging in her pattern of hovering and flying. Swallowing hard, Strange One hunkered down. He felt increasingly uncomfortable. What exactly did he need to see?
He didn't have long to wait for an answer. Abruptly, Mew stopped at a door. Putting a paw on the door, she looked to Strange One. She seemed almost...apologetic?
There was a click, and the door opened with a creak as Mew pushed on it. It opened with agonizing slowness. The scent of the accursed doctor who had sundered him wafted in, overplaying the smell of sterility. The room that opened before them was nearly empty-save for a desk, a file cabinet, and a thick yellowed notebook that lay open on the desk. Quietly, Strange One padded in. Mew floated overhead and beckoned Strange One onto the table. He did so, and looked at her, confused.
This book, Mew said with a sigh, contains every creature that, like you, were subjected to the radiation of a hybrid stone. Gently, Strange One turned pages with a paw, not understanding the writing, but gazing sadly at the photographs: many Vulpix, Poliwhirl, Gloom, and Pikachu like himself. Running a paw over the pages, he looked up at Mew. Did any of them...?
No. Mew said quietly, taking a deep breath. You were the only one who ever survived. She closed her eyes in sadness.
The Pikablu turned to the last page, where he halted. There, clearly in the photograph, was a small yellow Pikachu, but-
That's me...Before I was changed.
Mew nodded. I should explain. For years this scientist has been trying to develop a new radiation stone by warping the energies of existing stones. But every time he tested the stone, the poor victim he tried on it was killed instantly, or died soon after exposure. When he came to you, however, he tried something different. Are you familiar with the concept of DNA?
Sort of, Strange One shrugged. My friend Promise told me about it, a little bit. Before he evolved, he was an Eevee, and he told me about their irregular genes.
Mew nodded again. Your Umbreon friend knows a lot. Those same irregular DNA sequences were assimilated into your own DNA, Strange One. Those injections they gave you...it was all part of this experiment of his.
And?
To put it bluntly, it worked.
Strange One stared at the book. Blinking, he pulled out something that apparently had been closed in the margin along with his entry.
It was a single blue feather, about a foot long.
There was a gentle tug from inside him, and his Ice aura flared up again, as if in reaction to his contact with the feather. A second jolt, and Strange One suddenly felt his Mimic of Promise's powers fade. Staring at his shoulders, he watched his `rings' slowly fade out of existence.
Mew appeared suddenly alarmed. It is dawn. and with that she abruptly disappeared. But her mind voice stayed for moments longer than her physical self. You know what your task is, Strange One. Rise up to it.
Then Strange One was left alone with himself.