(For the record, the Gengar Morgan owns is actually, well... let me explain. For some weird reason, due to Gamefreak's programming, practically EVERY Pokemon I had could learn Zap Cannon. My Espeon, my LUGIA, my Snorlax, my Raichu, my Ninetales, my Raikou, and yes, my Gengar, along with many others, learned Zap Cannon. – I duplicated the HELL out of it-
So, I figured, since it was from Johto, and could be learned by so many Pokemon ONLY in Johto, -I checked on Serebii; the only Pokemon that can learn it now naturally, without hacking, is Magnezone and something else, I believe.- It must be a forbidden move, making Morgan's Gengar one-of-a-kind.
And an important note; here, the gore gets rather graphic and slightly sexual. If you're squeamish, and don't like stuff like that, skip it over. It's in italics, and the last part of the chapter. All I know is I'm not changing the rating, so read at your own risk. K? You've been warned.-
Finally, only ONE person realized the chapter names are song lyrics!? WTF?! Anyways, the song is A Little Piece of Heaven, by Avenged Sevenfold. GO LISTEN TO IT. I'll wait. I don't own anything copyrighted, just my OC's and Pokes.)
"...Um. Jack?" He leapt out immediately, and fired off a Shadow Ball. I blinked, surprised by his ferocity.
"Whatever works! Blitz him!" Roger had other plans. "Ancientpower!" As it rose Ripper's stats, he hit Jack.
I was almost sure he'd faint but he stood up. "For Livvy!" He cried. I was touched. "C'mon, Useless, show 'em your stuff! Use Bite, and clench his tail!" It worked, but only for the moment. He'd have to let go to attack. And then I had an idea.
"Climb up and use Shadow Ball!" He tried, but Roger ordered a barrel roll, knocking Jack off. He fainted, and I saw him sigh in defeat. I shrugged. "You did good, Useless. I'm proud of you." I didn't see his eyes light up, but I felt his happiness as I recalled him.
Roger stood there, waiting for me. I grumbled. I checked my bag for a Revive, found one, and put it in Lev's mouth. He sprang up, ready to battle.
"Okay, Leviathan!" I thought quick. "Water Gun! Then use Bubblebeam!" The damage Ripper had taken from Jack was more than I thought, I figured, because Ripper looked ready to faint. I smirked.
"Ripper, use Hyper Beam!" My jaw dropped. "Whoa, what?!" Lev acted quicker than I did, and dodged it, firing off an incredibly powerful Water Gun. I clapped as Ripper fainted, and recalled Lev. Roger frowned.
"You're good for a girl." I fired back, "You're pretty good for an idiot." He grumbled, and tossed out his last Pokeball, a Nidorino. I nodded to Grimwald.
"DOST THOU CHALLENGE MY SUPER MAD AWESOME SKILLZ, YO?!" Grimwald said, making the slightly off-kilter change from Elizabethan to Ghetto...ian. Roger stared at him.
"Okay then. Uh... Karash, use Horn Drill!" It missed, and I fired back with a Spark. "Grimwald! Uh... use your 'mad skillz' with Crunch!" He bit Karash, but staggered back, poisoned. "Damn." I muttered. It was a race against time, and hopefully, I could beat it.
"Use Thunderbolt!" He shocked Karash with a blue lightning strike, and fled away, back to the other side of the area. "Karash! Earthquake!" I had an idea. "Up on Karash!" Grimwald did so, and rode out the Earthquake, clinging for dear life to Karash. "Now use Hyper Fang!" The move knocked his HP down to half. I nodded at Grimwald, and he finished it with Crunch.
Karash staggered and fell, but not before using Horn Attack. Grimwald was barely healthy, but still standing.
I'd won.
I bowed to Roger, who nodded at me. "Please, come sit with my father and I. We'd love to talk to you." I nodded, and healed my Pokemon, recalling them so it wasn't noticeable, before looking at the others. "Go ahead." Gold mouthed. "But be careful."
I nodded at him, and started off. Morgan smiled at me. I was taken aback by how familiar he looked.
I decided to try out my powers on a human. "Ooops! Sorry, I'm not used to heels!" I tripped, and brushed his hand.
It worked. I saw...
"Why, Steven, why?" A woman wailed, clutching a baby to her chest. The child babbled happily, unaware of the argument she had started. The brown haired man frowned.
God, did he hate this place; Johto. This girl was born after the Quarantine. She'd likely grown up to be insane. He didn't want that child to be his legacy, no indeed.
"I don't want a girl. She'll have nothing but misery in the world. I would distance myself from that, if I were you." He frowned. "I will be the Champion in five days' time. The League is holding a challenge. It wouldn't do for the Champion's eldest daughter to be a female, now would it? Certainly not one like her." He stared down at his wife—former wife, he should say.
He had it planned out. Steven must die. He would rise, a phoenix from the ashes, to become the Champion of the League under a new name, with a new life.
He'd already planned a fake suicide. The funeral would be quick; no one would know it was an empty grave, as it would be a private service.
He would leave Johto, and never look back. On to Kanto; on to the League he would rule.
"Goodbye, Sheila. For this to happen, I must die. Remember, never speak of me again. The entire world must believe Steven Kent is dead." He said quietly. He looked down at the child before him. "Her name is Olivia."
He departed then, shutting the door with a finite click.
The child looked up at her mother with dark blue eyes; so much like the ones of the man that had left her behind.
And she finally opened her mouth to wail.
Time passed; he didn't know how much. Morgan came to Kanto, and with his Badges he had taken from another man, (who died soon after, under mysterious circumstances that were never to be solved), he began the Tournament, defeating all who stood in his way.
The last battle. Morgan and the former Champion, a man named Bruce. Bruce sent out a Muk. Morgan sent out an Alakazam.
Poison versus Psychic; the battle was quick.
Next, Bruce sent out Blastoise; Morgan sent out Venasaur. A Solarbeam/Razor Leaf combo quickly took out Blastoise, but in the commotion, Venasaur fainted.
Bruce was down to his last Pokemon. A Medicham that took care of Alakazam with a Shadow Punch.
Both were down to their last Pokemon. Medicham waited, anxious to win and get it over with. Morgan sent out his last Pokemon.
A gigantic Gengar stood before the Psi Monkey Pokemon. Bruce cackled. "Are you an imbecile!? Are you not aware that Ghost is useless against Psychic?!" Morgan smirked.
It chilled everyone in the stadium. Morgan continued, and in the deep silence, his voice rang out like a church bell. "Oh, but this is a very special Gengar." Morgan chuckled, pacing to and fro. Bruce frowned.
"How so?" Morgan snapped his fingers.
"He's from Johto." Everyone gasped in shock. Bruce stood stock still. "Now, Gengar! Zap Cannon!" With that one strike from that awful forbidden move, Medicham fainted.
Morgan was crowned Champion in a manner of minutes.
Bruce was executed soon after. The weak could not survive in this world, and he was certainly weak.
"Now!" Morgan thundered, the Gengar by his side. "Citizens of Kanto! Are you with me!? WE ARE HERE!" He thundered, his face turning red from exertion. "WE ARE HERE FOR A BETTER AND BRIGHTER TOMORROW! AS COMRADES! ARE YOU WITH ME, COMRADES?!"
The crowd thundered a resolute, "YES!" Morgan pulled himself up to his imposing full height.
"THEN," He screamed, taking a deep breath, "YOU MUST LEARN TO HATE!"
Someone, anyone, at this moment, could've said something. Could've stopped what was to come, made the crowd falter in their frenzied worship.
But the only sounds heard were the sounds of screams of hatred.
It took all the self control I had to refrain from screaming.
Mom said my dad was dead.
But here he was, with a son, and a timid little wife next to him. Which meant... Roger was my half-brother.
This news stunned me into silence.
"So." Morgan interrupted my thoughts. "You're quite a capable trainer, young lady." He frowned. "And how did you come across a Charmander?" I stared back at him, and finally opened my mouth.
"Are you going to punish me?" Morgan smirked. "No, no! Of course not! But I should tell you, those things are pretty dangerous; especially for such a pretty girl as yourself..."
He was talking down to me. And I absolutely hated it. But I kept my composure.
"Sir, with all due respect, I am a Trainer. I can handle a Pokemon. If he gets to be a problem," I backtracked, in case he was in a bad mood, "I shall deal with it accordingly." He nodded.
"You're quite a smart girl. Better watch out—not a good way to get a boy, eh, son?" Roger looked uncomfortable, but nodded. I said nothing.
"Well," Morgan looked up, "It looks like it's time for the dance to start! Will you two dance for us? Just to start everyone off?" We looked at each other.
He knew I knew. I knew he knew that I knew. He smiled.
"Anything you say, dad." We got up, and we grasped hands.
"How'd you figure it out?" Roger hissed as we danced. "Johto Madness." I whispered softly. His eyes widened, but he did nothing but nod.
We danced around awkwardly for a bit, and then the others finally joined us. Gold went with Anna, I went with Silver; for the record, he was a terrible dancer.
"Goddamnit, quite stepping on my feet!" I hissed. Silver blushed, and grumbled 'stupid girl', at which I stepped on his foot. See how he liked it. "Ow!" He hissed.
Gold and Anna waltzed over. "Aww, did that hurt, baby?" Gold mocked. Making sure no one was looking, he whispered, "Want me to kiss it better?" Silver smirked up at him, and looked at me. I shrugged, and rushed off to find Roger.
Anna smirked, and went off to dance with us.
Giving each other a shy glance, the boys rushed off to our room, leaving us behind.
As we danced and had fun, somewhere in the deep recesses of Indigo Plateau, trouble was stirring.
Though I did not see it, it would be something that scarred a man I would come to know—in time, all things in time— forever.
A man paced the floor in annoyed rage. "So! Thought you could beat the New Order League, eh?" He asked the chained and shivering man before him. The man was filthy, and showed signs of torture and neglect. He flinched at every word that Judge Tilpin spoke.
"Sir," He pleaded, "Sir, it's just a Skitty..." The man frowned. "You are aware of the status of the species of Skitty? Last I checked, it was a Feminine Pokemon." The man shook his head.
"...It was just a family Pokemon! My mother gave her to me!" The man frowned.
"Tristan." A hurried man rushed up to the judge. "Sir." He said softly. Tristan's loyal Houndoom grunted by his side. Houndoom did not like the judge's tone one bit. The judge frowned.
"Watch. You have yet to see a Trial." The man looked sickened, but nodded.
The judge paced the room again, staring at the sobbing man before him. "Your name is Howard Glenn?" The man nodded, his dirty blonde hair falling into his face. The judge shoved a picture at him. A man with long brown hair and warm blue eyes grinned upward from the picture. Howard glanced at it, trying not to show emotion.
"This is David King. Though I think you already know him?" He purred, voice dropping to a deadly sleek snarl.
Howard shook his head. "I don't—I don't—" The judge continued. "Really now? You don't know him? Shame, since you've fucked each other for the past five years."
Howard burst into tears with renewed vigor. The judge frowned.
"You know the poison you... homosexuals spread in our society? May I remind you of AIDS? STDs? HIV?" Howard shook his head.
"I'm clean, I swear!" The judge smirked. "So you admit you're a homosexual?" Howard froze. He knew he was trapped. "...I didn't do anything! I swear!" He screamed. The judge spat in his face.
"Liar. We KNEW. We know all. We see all. Remember that as you're punished." He turned to Tristan. "Take him to the third door on the right. Stay and watch; you're new, and I want you to see how things roll around here." Tristan nodded, barely containing his horror.
Judge Tilpin forced his hand into Tristan's, so he was forced to take Howard by the hand, and drag him away, just as the judge pulled out a gun. Quickly, so Howard could see, he shot Skitty. Her head snapped back, and she fell. A puddle spread about her head like a perverted halo. She gave one last high-pitched mewl of grief that seemed to echo around the entire chamber. "MANDA!" Howard wailed. "MAAANDDA!"
Two guards took him from Tristan. He sat and watched as they chained Howard to a hook hanging from the ceiling.
Howard was sobbing, trying to squirm free, all the while screaming for Manda. The guards took no notice.
Tristan watched as they unveiled a tray of tools. They approached Howard, and one took out a knife. As Howard whimpered in fear, the burlier guard cut up the leg of his pants calmly, and then did the other in the same meticulous fashion.
Howard whined in fear; he was now stark naked. Tristan said nothing as they picked up another knife. The judge tapped his shoulder, and he jumped, having not even realized he'd walked into the room.
"Crime: Feminization and Homosexuality. Sentence: Castration." Tristan's eyes widened along with Howard's. He'd known, of course, but he'd refused to believe—
It could actually happen, yet it was. And he was about to cry.
"NO! Please! I beg of you, please don't I—aaaah, aaah, oh god, oh god, oh GOD! NO, STOP IT, IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!!" They reached for a small, delicately curved knife, and went for his organ. They sawed it off slowly, while one of the guards whistled a song. Tristan didn't know which one, but it sounded vaguely like 'Umbrella'.
The guard had children. Yet he did this. Why, oh why?
Did he not know the man he persecuted was some mother's son? Just like his children, this man is—was, another's child, another's love, another's reason for being.
And he was killing him.
"AAAAH, OH JESUS OH JESUS OH JESUS—" They kept on hacking, and it was now hanging on only by a bloody scrap. With a final tug, they yanked it free.
With an odd thudding noise, it fell to the floor. Howard's eyes glazed over with shock, and he only moaned quietly at the guards carved a slit through where his organ had once been. The blood arced out in a strange fanlike fashion, which both disgusted Tristan, and yet made him laugh, for some odd reason.
The judge stared down impassively at Howard, while the life drained from both his body and his eyes. "Well? You wanted to be a damn girl, so quit complaining, you whore." He spat on the corpse and walked out.
As both guards walked out, Tristan looked around to make sure no one was there, and then threw up.