Authors Notes!
Booyaka! Now the party's started! We now are in the story's present! We won't revolve around Tiffany, but she will be there. Hence the mentioning of the "little girl" so much in the prologue. Foreshadowing it's called; it's a fun tool to use, even in little things.
And No! I still do not own Pokemon. So please, don't sue me, or send scary people over to break my oh so sexy fingers. I need them!
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Five years laterA young girl with mid-back chestnut color hair flowing down to her waist walks towards a simple, gray, cold looking store, with a brightly colored sign for a candy store. Before even stepping into the building and out of the cold, she dusts off her flawlessly taken care of school uniform. Her modesty shows as she tries to lower the navy blue skirt as much as possible, trying to hide her long, thin, pale legs. She then pulls open the clear glass doors, and walks through the simple, old fashioned looking candy store to an unseen stair case, and un-enthusiastically begins walking down the tightly spiraling stairs, the signs of "Employees only" being blandly ignored. She stops just a foot in front of a thick metal door, and quickly types in the ten digit long password, not even looking at the keypad. The thick doors open with a quiet beep, allowing the jade-eyed girl access to the sights and sounds behind it, which blinds her at first. While still letting her eyes adjust to the bright light she steps into the room and with a practiced talent walks over through the pure white, sterile hall to the last door in the hall, passing 20 closed metal doors with wide spaces between them, before finally reaching her mother's door, a thick, heavy oak door with a hooked knob.
She doesn't even knock; ((A/n-What a rude little girl… She should be PUNISHED!)) she just walks into the room and walks over across the expensive, Italian rug with her muddy shoes, and flops down into a violet leather chair with boneless grace. "Mom! Why do I have to come here every day after school! It's boring and all the other girls at Prepsville High were playing soccer. Why couldn't I just stay at school or go home?"
"Because, you'd have to find a ride home since I don't want you walking alone. And you shouldn't just loiter around the school for three hours until I get off work. So you'll keep on coming here." Her mother comments with authority in her voice while looking at her daughter with her jade eyes behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her hairstyle hasn't changed in over five years, still chestnut brown and done up in a tight bun, but nowadays gray hairs peep out in random places. "Tiffany, you and I discussed this how many times now? I'm certain that this is the sixteenth time in the past two weeks!"
"Yeah, and you keep on being wrong! There's nothing for me to do here! I do all my homework in class, and there's no TVs here, no CD players, how am I supposed to pass the two hours until you're off work? Play with myself?"
"It'd give you something to do. Now please, let's stop fighting about this, I have to get back to work!" The older woman sighs, rubbing her temples, extremely irritated by her daughter.
"Fine, I'm going to go 'play with myself'" Tiffany sneers as she pushes up from the thick expensive Arbok leather, and before her mother could say anything to stop her she exists through the heavy door and walks into the hall. Once the hardwood door closes, Tiffany starts storming across the hall towards the exit, only to have the normally bright room become flashing with crimson light. The walls, her skin, everything is bathed in the deep ruby light. "Whee? This is going to be a mighty traumatizing game?" Tiffany asks worriedly, quickly storming back towards to the security of her mother's office.
SCREEEEEECH!
The squealing screech tears through the last doorway closest to the solid oak door. Tiffany expects to see an angry Steelix standing in the small storm of dust, but rather sees a thin, feminine form with shoulder length silver hair. "Red light?" Tiffany mutters out, her voice sounds like a tiny mouse's shrill squeak as she quickly tries to regain control of her body so she can run away from the… thing. She didn't know what it was, but it couldn't be human! The 'girl' brushes off the small flecks of dust and dirt from her form-flattering deep violet shirt and knee length skirt. She walks towards Tiffany with her eyes looking as hard as steel.
"Where is the exit." She asks, her voice unquestioning and sounding rather cold and hard. Tiffany mutters incoherently, too shocked to be logical, and too illogical to realize that it's not smart to make something with metallic hair cranky. "Tell me! Where is the. Exit." The stranger demands of her again.
"Here! Near! Away from the red light! Home! I'm only thirteen! Please don't kill me! I have brown hair! If it's sex that you want just take it and leave me alone! Don't hurt me!" Tiffany shrieks, stumbling backwards with the grace of a drunken two legged elephant.
"Listen little girl! I don't want sex. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to know where the exit is!"
"HELP! SOMEONE'S TRYING TO HURT ME!"
"But I just said I didn't want to…?" She sighs rubbing her cold forehead. "Okay, whatever. I'll find the friggen exit on my own." She quickly walks around Tiffany and walks towards the staircase, but not before the supervisor of the lab walks out, with a large tranquilizer gun.
"Nyx, stop right there! You know you have nothing to return to… Your family wouldn't accept you, no one would… You're not human." The 'good' doctor comments, walking towards the metallic girl, her high-heeled shoes clicking on the floor. "You have no place to go, and even if you did, you couldn't go, we wouldn't let you. You'd live your life on the run from an organization you can't even see." The scientist walks towards the monstrously strong human with her gun aimed and ready. "Come back willingly, and there will be no need for punishment."
"Come back? Be trapped in that room for how much longer? I'm only 16! Do you expect me to willingly spend the next eighty-four years in that dark cold room? I'm leaving!" She bellows, her voice sounding sure, determined and unemotional despite the words. She quickly storms towards the stairs, her hair barely moving, looking like tendrils or vines made of pure silver.
"I'm sorry that you made that choice. You don't really have much say in how you're going to spend the rest of your life, that's my decision." The woman comments coldly, five years of seeing death and failure have made her grow cold, frigid and uncaring. Without the bat of an eye, she shoots the rogue subject with a high power tranquilizer putting the lightly glittering girl into a deep, impenetrable sleep. The scientists finally run into the now quite hall, seeing the girl lying down on the floor, looking deceptively peaceful in her slumber. "Put her in a tank of water with a respirator for two days. It'll show her not to try to escape."
"But she hates the water! It hurts her! She's doubly weak to it!"
"Exactly, if we show her no weakness, she'll stop looking for it and give up. Now do it, or else I'll report you my boss. If you think I'm bad… You should remember he's far worse." Wordlessly they drag the girl back through the door she just broke open, their faces a mixture of fear, remorse and anger.
"Mom...? What just happened? Who was she? What is going on?" Tiffany finally finds her voice, sounding like a lost, hungry child.
"Tiffany, on second thought I'll have one of my colleagues bring you home anymore. Don't mention this to anyone, and don't ask any questions." Tiffany's mother coldly comments, walking into the room with the other scientists, and ordering one drives her daughter home after school daily. As one of the scientists leave to do just that, she surveys the scene.
"Ms. Tokenhagen, we have secured her into the water. Though I highly recommend against it."
"I have far more experience in these areas then you. Your recommendation is heard and here-by ignored. Now shut up and monitor her. We want her to be punished, not killed." She strides through the destroyed door with an angry air about her, and she types in the authorization codes into another room. Scientists crowd small observation room, looking through the one-way mirror at their testing of experiment number 4836. The normally dim room was lit up brightly as rows of fire launch towards the lone figure in the frigid room.
The scientists test her far more harshly then al the other subjects, especially since she accidentally seriously hurt one of the lab staff as he walked in to try to give her a needle.
The fire quickly traps her in a thin row in the center; slowly growing closer to her as more fuel is injected into her usually peaceful arena. She blinks, a look of concentration forming on her pale, milky white skin. She holds her hand out at the fire, aqua blue particles of light quickly form right in front of her hand, and with a blink, is launched at the fire, she spins in a circle, covering the pale orange flickering flames with the aqua light, putting it out quickly. The scientists behind the mirrored glass scrawl quickly about how she produces the cold, and other random notes, analyzing her actions during the last test of the day. Ms. Tokenhagen watches with an amused smirk on her face. "What level was that fire?"
"It had the same strength of a level fifteen Charmander using it…" One of the raven-haired scientists announce distractedly, still animatedly writing. "It is a big improvement… Only a month ago she couldn't handle any fire based attacks."
"When you're completed your notes, you may swipe out and go home." Ms. Tokenhagen wasn't about to pay someone for more time then she had to. She saunters out of the room, about to go check on the other test subjects…
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Yeah, right, that sucked:'(But I have this cool idea formulating and plotting… FORMULATE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
So yeah, things are rolling around and now that the Tiffany brat is finished her role, she can now step into the shadows.
MWAH! Love ya'll!