Chapter 8- The chapter that has no name because I couldn't think of a good one

Rocket Base

The New-Stalker stood silently before his master, the once-born Giovanni, if the machine had had emotions, it would have been troubled by its master's demeanor, but all it could do was listen and obey. Listen and obey.

"Listen, Stryke." The once-born said, "An enemy has stolen something, the other stalker in fact, so obviously I want you to go and retrieve it for me. Do you understand?"

There was silence for a moment as the undead bug digested this information, then with an emotionless cry of, "SCYTHER"the stalker walked out of the room and set off for its task.

Giovanni watched the New-Stalker go, before leaving the room himself. As Giovanni climbed up the cold metal staircase that led up to his private study, he thought about how this had started, about why he was here today…

Giovanni's Flashback/ life story

Giovanni had been born fifty years ago to two johtonian pokemon trainers, at first the couple had been delighted at such an adorable child. Their opinion soon changed, however as the child grew up. The young Giovanni was both vindictive and intelligent, a despicable combination. Even by the age of six months, he was said to be responsible for several deaths, though the police were skeptical. After all, how could a six year old child murder anybody?

The only police officer to investigate died, a terrible loss.

The death count continued to build up as the boy grew older, though no one could be sure it was him. On his 10th birthday, however they found proof, undeniable proof…

How much Giovanni hated them all! With their smiling faces and cheerful optimism that would make a blissey seem like an extreme pessimist. He wrinkled his nose in disgut as he was forced to blow out the candle on the cake, but soon he would be able to start his plan…

Police report No. 299844

Earlier this day at 10:30 the 10 year old Giovanni Ketchum released a powerful nerve gas into the air at his birthday party. 30 people were killed and one person is suffering from seizures, the suspect in question has disappeared and is being searched for by police forces across the country. If he is seen do not attempt to arrest him and instead call for an SAS squad.

Report ends.

Illex forest, Johto

Tick!

Celebi sighed as he reentered the time-stream, time resuming control over his body. He hated it when that happened. It made him feel so vulnerable and weak.

"IS THIS A GOOD TIME TO INTERRUPT?" Celebi wipped his head round to see the source of the noise, it was an L-shaped collection of distorted cubes.

"You don't have to be like that." Celebi told him, "You don't have to try to scare everyone you see"

MissingNo laughed, "I KNOW!" he said, "BUT IT'S FUN, BUT MOVING ON. WHAT'S THIS I'VE BEEN HEARING ABOUT A WEAVILE?"

"It's not my fault he could kill us all" Celebi replied, irritated, "But at least I don't hang around islands and multiply the items that belong to random trainers."

"AT LEAST I DON'T CHANGE TIMELINES TO GET MYSELF A BETTER FUTURE" MissingNo shot back, clearly annoyed. "ANYWAY, ENOUGH OF THAT. I JUST CAME TO ASK WHETHER YOU HAVE THE… ITEM?"

"Yes, I do."

Viridian Forest, Samurai's hut

Samurai woke up fast, if not slightly inconveniently. "Argh!" he arghed, the pain hitting his brain cells.

"Are you alright?" A strangely familiar voice asked.

Samurai looked up, half expecting to that the burns and movement combined would split open his skin. Thankfully his skin was slightly stronger than that, as his eyes came into focus he suddenly noticed a familiar figure stood in front of.

"Hello Samurai." The familiar figure said with a grin.

Samurai looked around and saw an impressive collection of pokemon before him, all of them sleeping except for a pikachu, who was drinking from one of of his bottles of ketchup…

Hmm… where did he last see that electric rodent? Ah yes, that incident with the beedril… So that would make the persons name something to do with a volcano, wouldn't it?

"Greetings, Soot." Samurai said as he stood up slowly (the burns still hurt) and shook 'Soot's' hand, "I hope you have been well, I myself have not been able to communicate with the outside world so I have not heard any news, so I would be grateful if you told me what has been happening, but before any of that could you please tell me WHAT THAT PIKACHU IS DOING WITH MY KETCHUP!"

And so 'Soot' started to explain the situation to Samurai, and Samurai understood the situation a little better.

Viridian Forest (outside Samurai's hut)

It was raining.

Lance hated rain. There ought to be laws against it, laws against the stuff, or at the very least it should be put on trial for causing floods and pneumonia. The machine behind him, however followed behind him without a complaint, no surprise there, since in Lance's opinion it was unlikely that the machine actually had feelings.

"What's your name?" Lance asked, trying to break the silence.

"I AM SHRIKE"

"I see, and what are you, Shrike?"

"I AM A STALKER"

Lance sighed, "Is it true?"

"IS WHAT TRUE?"

"That you're from a time long before our's, so long ago that not even pokemon existed?" Lance explained

"YES, I DID, THOUGH-"

"YES, I DID, THOUGH-" Whatever Shrike had been about to say was cut off by a sudden red blur rushing towards them.

Such a blur would not usually be noticed by the eye such was the speed that it was traveling, but Shrike's eyes were not normal eyes, they were eyes with superior vision that exceeded any form of natural eyes, these eyes were ones that could see this blur.

Bracing himself, Shrike waited for the blur to impact.

It never did.