Chapter 9 part I – "What to do now?"
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TIP: I don't know who dies as of yet. They'll be...implied disappearances, most likely. That or the characters will become infinitely inconvenienced.
Phantomness: Yes, it's confusing, but that's because I'm generally a confusing person. Yes, it will (maybe) resolve itself in the end. Ignore word in bracket until it applies.
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I apologise GREATLY for the ridiculously YAWNING space of time since I last updated this fanfic.
Solution – making chapters shorter to cut down time between updates (perhaps).
As the legendaries stood around those that they had preserved, some members of the group concealed thoughts of disapproval towards the two Elites still standing nearby. Although their minds and souls were of godly quality, there were still fragments of sinful thinking mixed into the concoction that created each legendary pokémon. Whether this was true for each individual depended on their opinions; whichever way, a few of the creatures felt hate towards the humans' existence.
Two Elites... Lugia once again broke the silence of thoughts, We must find the remaining four, find the reason behind this massacre...
"It's almost describable as a civil war," Kamon growled to himself. A pure blue paw padded down into the grass beside him.
What about the Mother Earth? She would not consider it to be such a thing, Suicune spoke; All life she saw was separated and scattered. We had to follow her actions towards what she saw as fairness, and what we may have seen as a massacre.
"But you believed in her choice."
Yes. We did. But deity is not always, as we discovered in her case, perfection. We may have been as foolish as she may have been, perhaps making a fatal error. But though we cannot find ultimate reason behind this, we are able to find what – potentially - her errors were. Ho-oh...did tell you about his theory of sensing something that should have perished?
Kamon nodded silently. Suicune trotted in front of him, leading its brothers to face the boy. Come, it is our job to find your friends. Then we may make a discovery towards the concern we feel.
From behind his fractured mask and dully coloured wisps of wind-captured hair a little further away, Will watched his sidekick escape towards the duty he had in the east. The representative of Mind turned back to face those about him in the circle that legendaries and Elite now formed. Through telepathic understanding of their task, each of the beings bowed their heads and prepared to make the connection; Will lightly touching the top of Latios and Latias' heads on either side of him to form his part of the link.
There are impurities, sins within this remaining child of the Earth mother. And his brother, with one last ounce of pride and revenge, plunged them deep into the conquering sibling's soul, passing them along, forcing them to live on.
But why...how could it be explained?
Such a sin is surely unexplainable through the salvaged purities of Innocence, Hate, Grace, Sincerity, Mind and Youth...?
An Absol wandered back across dusty stretches of shattered earth, scanning the area of now settled clamor for a spot to rest. That was all that the creature was willing to do for the time being; rest. He had spent the last raging inferno of a mission predicting the events, and then tearing across the all-of-a-sudden explosion of Sootopolis, keeping every soul that was meant to live on in order. He had – just as the Great Mother would – not felt long lasting sympathy for any individual losses within the pokémon; he had merely done the job been assigned. He settled down against a half caved-in rock face - in relief that the world-shattering disaster was over...since he really did need to banish his fatigue.
Lunatra watched the Absol's dangerous blood-bright irises disappear beneath pure white eyelids, amazed at its coolness towards the situation. Slightly disgusted by this 'emotional wasteland' that now lay nearby, the Umbreon continued to pad over rubble, charred remains and through blasts of still-unfurling smoke to reach the water's edge again. The gnarled terrain appeared to be torturing him, its teeth pinching him on a considerably longer trek than before the destruction. Finally he too collapsed to the very recently carved out ground.
The Absol cracked an eye open to peer at the life-form from where he lay before continuing to doze.
A paw flicked at the water, churning up silt; the cloud-like dust still hovering in the air from when Lunatra had thrown himself to the floor. He inhaled this dust, the result of the great change that had occurred so recently; he exhaled it. His long, sensitive ears twitched at the sound of loose rocks clattering to the ground. He tasted the murky water, dirtied with the oblivious, foolish, yet almost innocent sin that one ultimate being they all worshipped had committed. Despite this, as the swirling silt in the water took its time to clear, that reflection of an Umbreon appeared again. That twisted reflection of a reflection.
No matter how much the world was crushed, that mirror would never shatter. Never. It was an eternal reflection.
A beam of sunlight broke through a peachy-coloured yet sandy cloud high above; breathing gently, shedding light over the disturbed ground. Anger rattled through Lunatra's insides; his belief was, now that he had viewed the reality of what he and many others had idiotically wished for, that this world had no right to receive the beauty of the sun's light. It did not deserve to be inhabited by beings that cared about their surroundings any more. It did not deserve to thrive with peace and silence...just like this being, shown in this double reflection, did not deserve to live on, in his opinion. In his opinion...he was some kind of human invention.
Maybe other survivors would awaken, feel the way that he was feeling, foolish for following a merely destructive and emotionless force? Thing?
The Absol, just as the Earth was now, was motionless, drenched in slumber. Swiping at the water once again, Lunatra turned tail and ran from the mirror, the eternal reflection, back to the safety of the cave.
Another pokémon watched him go. Its naturally crimson eyes were enhanced with the colour after seeing the results of what had happened. This is what she had promised? This? A wasteland...then again, what had they expected? Perhaps she had just believed her child to be stronger?
The Sneasel's eyes turned away from the sulking figure, his gaze colliding with the ground and a small twig. It was that twig; snapped in two and sitting just there where he had dropped it, some hours before. His stomach lurched at its presence for some reason. The fact that it was still here, something as brittle and insignificant as a twig after such a catastrophic event had wiped out a race...
It made him feel sick.
The Ninetales and Crawdaunt that he had been speaking with before lay nearby, still huddled in sleep. He was better natured than to wake them and allow their eyes to fall upon the mess beyond the Cave of Origin. Instead he sighed and turned towards the yawning depths of the shelter before hurling the twig into shadows.
What is this...? His echoing hiss reverberated harshly.
Eternal reflection...some kind of...human invention...
"What do we do...now...?"
Wallace sank to his knees, digging his palms against the pointed rocks, forcing blood away from where pressure was applied. Steven stood beside him, his despair also beginning to plummet over the precipice after his partner's. It had taken them long enough to bash and bruise themselves on the way out of the rubble beneath the Cave of Origin. Even though they were now physically tattered, both the Hoenn Elites stood tall and looked out over the world.
And their hearts sank like lead, merging into a pitch-blackness.
"She was serious."
Absol cracked open an eye again to view the alien figures in the distance. The sight hit him hard; he was reminded of something that was expected to perish away...
Rising shakily to his feet, the pokémon trotted off again towards the low ridge where the invading humans stood. He glared at them as he went, hissing hatred in his emotionless mind whilst other pokémon's eyes swam in pity, an empathy towards the lost, alone humans evident in their depths.
The Absol stalked directly towards its target. Anger building. Hate. Desire for elimination. Emotions that it knew – but didn't care that – she put there. She was just who he had known and followed since the beginning and as he was a pokémon...not a human, not a human...he did not question it.
Steven froze, motionless, catching sight of the creature that had decided to confront them. The two of them, as they had been masters, knew that one confronting pokémon soon meant many.
"You want us to leave," he croaked on a monotone, scathingly.
The beast did nothing. It remained in its rigid stance. It remained with its incinerating crimson glare. It did not snarl, or take violent action. It just did absolutely nothing.
And that was the most dreadful thing.
Suicune's feet easily carried it across the waves, whilst its siblings followed. Kamon clung to its fur and watched Sootopolis zoom closer – with a certain amount of dread. Hopefully, Wallace and Steven were still there.
Kamon astonished himself with the fact that he cared.
Heck, he was even worried about Will. It hadn't taken him long to realise that he hated his Elite partner, so this was...some kind of instinct that had kicked in?
Part of being that 'Chosen Elite', that 'Humanity's Purity Treasure' shit? Probably...it was probably that force that had taken over from the start of the Elite business, locking him in a cube, forcing him to care about what he had dedicated himself to. Not that cube again...I want out of this, damn it...
"No..." he whispered to himself with a shaky voice, "I've got to remember who I'm doing this for."
But what was the point of that any more, even? They have what they want: their freedom. They got rid of human beings, and no matter how Elite you are, Kamon, you're still human too...they'd hate you now, no matter what you did for them, they'd hate you, they'd hate you...
Suicune let out a deafening bellow as they finally charged into the demolished basin. Kamon only just took in what they were facing once they were in the centre of it; it seemed as though the pokémon had gone out of control and were creating a kind of battle scene.
It's your companions, the lightening dog suddenly appeared and informed Kamon, The pokémon don't seem to know of the Elites.
"Wh-what can I do?" Kamon asked, suddenly feeling helpless and angering himself. Wallace and Steven were nowhere to be seen, and the pokémon were likely to attack him as well...
They'd hate you, they'd hate you, they'd hate you...
One word: Shit.
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