(For starters; Lavender Town will be included in this fic. I swear. In fact, Livvy gets a new Pokemon in Lavender. /Grins/
The Sex Wars shall continue! LOL, I love this part though. Still haven't decided who's actually winning...
Bethany, Celeste, Mew, and Giratina are all a part of this fic. They're all coming in next chapter.
As for why Celeste did what she did, well, think of Mew's Pokeball as a Death Note; ownership isn't yours until you've killed the previous owner.
Everyone will kill me for this ending...I love it, though... And I won't...uh, well, I won't jinx it. But seriously. You all know what I mean.)
"So, in conclusion, we've decided—"
Creep closer forward...
"That the best thing to do about these riots is to wait it out, and—"
Stealth...lean forward...
He had those tight little pants on for this meeting. Mmm-mm.
"Assess the damage later on—"
That tight little ass was going to be his...
"So as to deflect any injuries on any of us—"
Morgan pounced.
"S-sir!" Tristan gasped, currently being pinned down to the table. Morgan took out a set of handcuffs, and snapped them shut on his wrists.
"I'm stealing Tristan for awhile. Any objections?"
The rest of the bemused Elite Four shook their heads in amusement. Morgan purred.
"Fantastic." He dragged Tristan out of the room, amidst his protesting shrieks.
Collins merely shook his head, and shuffled his paperwork. "Goddamn it."
Tristan said nothing as Morgan pinned him to the bed. He nodded as Morgan bit his earlobe, and whispered into his ear, "Hold still."
But as soon as the handcuffs came off, Tristan slipped down, as Morgan murmured softly, wanting Tristan, and—
"Sorry, sir, have to finish my paperwork." He said, slinking off the bed sideways, pulling his shirt on, and hauling major ass.
Tristan ran down the hallway, screaming, "TRISTAN RAINIER TWO, MORGAN KENT, ZEEERO!"
Of course, that day was the day the Children's Pokemon School came to the Headquarters on a field trip.
Derek trudged through with a group of snot-nosed brats, hating the coin toss that had gotten him into this mess. He was getting sick of being picked for this job constantly.
"Yes, and here we oversee the paperwork necessary for you all to become Trainers, and—" Tristan ran past, as Morgan screamed back, "THIS ISN'T OVER YET!"
Tristan, of course, in his mad dash, didn't think to put pants on.
Oh, Derek was going to kill them both. Cheerfully.
"TRISTAN RAINIER!" He roared, as the stunned stares of the teachers and children gaped at him, "PUT YOUR GOD DAMN PANTS ON!"
"YOU IDIOT!" Mew screamed at Giratina. "YOU ACTUALLY LET HER GO?!"
The picture of the foot-long goddess berating a mile-long Death god was actually amusing, but for the deadly serious look on Mew's adorable kitten face.
Giratina shrunk under the gaze of his pissed off Queen. "Forgive me...I didn't think...she could open any of the portals...no one ever makes it out of Turnback Cave alive!" Mew frowned.
"Or dead, in this case." She grumbled. "She doesn't have corporeal form, does she?" Giratina shook his head.
"No...she's merely a spirit, but Opal can hear her and see her...shit." He muttered. "What do we do now?" He looked at Mew, who merely shrugged.
"Send another spirit after her, most likely. But who would go through Turnback Cave?" Giratina blinked.
"I...don't...wait." He said. "This Eevee is Olivia Kent's, correct?" Mew nodded. Giratina turned, and soared through the Torn World. "Then I'll go find her mother."
Bethany Moore was sitting on the edge of one of the cliffs, waiting for another to shift so she could drop down. It was the most lovely feeling of freefall.
She saw one align with her cliff, and she pushed off—only to fall on Giratina's back.
"Lord." She greeted him calmly. Giratina was almost amused at her total lack of fear. "Hm. Bethany Moore, I need you to save your daughter."
Her eyes shot open. "Livvy...oh, she's alive!? And..."
"In a load of shit now, if you'll pardon the expression. Come. I'll be your guide. We will go through Turnback Cave, and into the Living Realms...trust me, Bethany, and we'll fly..." She nodded, focused only on the daughter she'd merely dreamed of, as they sped through the Torn World to the Turnback Cave.
Olivia screamed, voice hoarse and raspy by this point, as another bit of gunshot flew her way. Fighting through this sea of dead bodies and living people was out of her worst nightmare.
One woman clawed at her arm, pleading, "Please...I'm dying...I need help..." Olivia wasn't sure whether she had dreamed it or not, because seconds later, time shifted, and she was staring down at a corpse—
/And they all go marching down/
She put her hands over here ears, and began screaming. "STOP!" She roared at the revelers. "PLEASE!"
Only the thud of a few more dead bodies answered her. She was crying again, and trying to step over a corpse. She failed, and slipped on the blood still slick on it, falling face down into the dead man's chest.
Her screams were muffled for a minute, as she frantically dug her way out of the body, fingernails shredded and bleeding, ripped down to the quick; however, that was the least of her worries.
/To the ground.../
"WILL SOMEONE JUST BURY THESE GODDAMN CORPSES!?" She cried, as what she said just struck her.
"But...but...everyone's dead! So they can't...but I'm just...dying for these people to do it!"
Finding it hysterically funny, she sat down in a puddle of blood, and began shaking with laughter.
/To get out...of the rain.../
"B-but it's not...haaahaaa..rain..ing...haahaaa..." She cackled, rocking back and forth.
/Boom boom/
Guns kept firing, and one bullet grazed her shoulder, missing her neck only because she'd leaned back in laughter. The bullet still had some of her skin on it as it clattered to the ground.
/Boom boom boom!/
One hit the man who'd been next to her, and as he flopped down on her, Olivia just kept laughing.
Morgan sighed, and flopped down on the bed. The hell with it, he was going to get Tristan someday...even if he had to chain him to the bed while he slept...
Morgan laughed quietly. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea...He decided to file it away for future use.
He turned on the TV, and immediately winced. Every station seemed to be covering the riots. Damn it, couldn't he get a break every so often!? He dealt with this shit as a living! Couldn't he watch a soap opera in peace!?
"Bzzat—riots spreading to Saffron—zzat—cities of Celadon and Saffron so far the most affected—no word on Fuschia's status—satellite feed—"
Livvy was on camera, laughing hysterically, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clawed at her neck, with a dead body on her lap.
/God damn it, not this again./ Morgan winced that these were his first thoughts, but...well, hey, it was true.
Morgan silently turned the TV off. He pushed the alarm button, summoning every one to the meeting room in two minutes.
"We're going into those riots." He merely said. Tristan blinked, having put his pants on and joined them.
"Why?" He asked, brushing hair out of his eyes. Morgan snickered to himself, as he grabbed his Pokeball belt.
"Because my daughter just couldn't stay in the goddamn hospital."
For the sake of his daughter, he felt slightly insulted that everyone seemed to have been expecting that.
After a bit of planning, it was decided Derek and Collins, having the most medical knowledge, would try to pull bodies out of the riots, while Jeremy and his Ursaring would try to scare everyone out of the burning cities and into the town house in the Route near Celadon and Saffron; it had been unharmed in the forest and cities' wreckage.
Morgan, of course, just flew out on Pidgeot to find his kid. Sighing, Tristan had gone with him to insure the idiot wouldn't get shot. For, like, the tenth time.
"Yellow..." Lance whispered softly. "Is this really what you wanted?" He asked softly, as he watched the expression on her face.
"Burn it down and start anew." She murmured softly. She turned to him, tears in her eyes, "but Lance..." She wept. "People keep dying..."
Even as he soothed her, he hated her, because really...Olivia would've been a better leader.
One who didn't light the world on fire to prove her point. One who wanted words, not chaos. Anarchy—lack of leaders...not chaos—lack of decorum...
Those who reject power are often best for the job. Which was good for them...but caused problems for the rest of the world.
Lance merely sighed, and lit a cigarette on a charred and smoking corpse.
/Well, these riots had their uses after all./
And as soon as he thought of that, Lance began laughing.
Olivia could see the edge of the burning forest. "JACK! JACK, DON'T WORRY, I'M COMING!" She screamed, as she dragged her foot out from under something that could've been either a dead Primeape or a lump of charred flesh, she wasn't sure...
She crawled at this point, as the smoke poured out of the forest, flames leaping around her, and—
"YOUNG LADY, YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM THERE!" A shriek cut through the air.
"Thank god we found you!" Grimwald grumbled, sitting on Pidgeot's head. "That twit ran off without even taking Santi for flight...I swear, kids these days..."
Olivia looked up. "Daddy?" She whispered. Pidgeot and Santi dove down, and she pointed at the flames. "Daddy, I have to find Jack..." Morgan picked her up, and shook his bleeding and bruised daughter.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He roared. "YOU JUMP OFF A WINDOW LEDGE, ESCAPE FROM THE HOSPITAL, AND TO TOP IT OFF, YOU ALMOST GOT ME KILLED! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME COMPELLED YOU TO DO THAT!?" Tristan rolled his eyes.
"So humble. So self-sacrificing. That's our Champion!" He mocked. Morgan snarled at him.
Overtaken by the scene, Livvy began laughing again, sagged against Morgan's body. The two men raised their eyebrows.
"Well, on one hand, we could take her back to the hospital and heal her, getting her out of the riots..." Morgan started.
"Or, on the other, we could go save Jack in a blaze of fiery glory, probably dying in the process..." Tristan finished.
There was a pause.
"Right!" Morgan said, as he urged Livvy onto Santi. "Death and fiery glory it is!" Lev and Grimwald cheered.
"TALLY-HOOOOO!" Grimwald cried, as he climbed back on Pidgeot.
"So much for good parenting." Tristan muttered, as he went onto Santi to steady Olivia and ensure her safety.
Livvy was still laughing as they rose up into the air.
"Sir, you're enjoying this waaay too much now." Tristan grumbled, as Morgan rode on Pidgeot, singing "We're off to see the Wizard..." over and over and over, until Tristan wondered if adrenaline had burst his frontal lobe.
"Death or glory!" Morgan announced boomingly. "We'll save Jack, and diiie...in a blaaaze of fireeey glory!" Livvy grumbled.
"I don't wanna die." Morgan grinned.
"Happens to everyone, dearest." Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Daddy, Tristan's right. You are enjoying this way too much." Morgan nodded, but shrugged.
"Why not? If we're fighting, we might as well enjoy what we do."
Livvy stopped, suddenly having an epiphany.
"...Wise words from someone who was singing children's songs a minute ago." Tristan grumbled, shaking Livvy out of it.
"...We fight...to enjoy fighting..." She mused, thinking about it.
Would it be wrong to enjoy the rush of fighting, of glory, of being? Of living and taking lives?
She decided it wasn't important right now. What was important was Jack.
"We're approaching Fuschia, Liv. Santi, are you sure he ran off this way?" The Charizard nodded, and Tristan sighed.
"Well, since the rioters left this place in a hurry, it's less charred. Perhaps they didn't want to damage the Safari Zone." He shrugged.
Olivia sat, listening. "JACK! CALL FOR ME IF YOU CAN!" She suddenly yelled, voice flying away on the wind. Everyone was silent for a moment.
Then a Translator buzzed. "LLLIIIIIVVVVVY!" The voice screamed. Olivia gasped.
"HANG ON, JACK!" She screamed, as Santi dove down, growling, "The sound came from the Safari Zone!" Olivia leapt over the burnt fences bordering the Zone, rushing into the glade.
In any other place, in any other situation, it would've looked beautiful. The lake surrounding it was shimmering silver under the moonlight, and the grass whispered secret songs in its' blades.
The Pokemon were gone; a true rarity for the Safari Zone. They'd smelled the unnatural death in this area, and wanted none of it. They ran away from the ghosts of the past, they that lived in the present.
"Opal!" Olivia cried in relief. "You're here! Did you get Jack?" Opal was clutching his head, and shaking, biting his lips as blood ran down his chin.
"No mommy, I don't wanna." He murmured, sounding like a child confronted with the idea of vegetables for dinner. "No mommy! He's Livvy's!"
Olivia blinked. "Opal, Opal...what are you talking about?" She whispered.
"DO IT, OPAL! DO IT FOR MOMMY!" Olivia looked around. "Who...who's there? Opal! YOU SAID YOUR MOM WAS DEAD!"
As most people do when they come face-to-face with Death, Olivia knew immediately what it was, and denied it.
/O I believe in spooks o I do I do believe in spooks/
The hazy, silvery form of a woman she'd never seen before formed and re-formed in the moonlight. The moon was a full, pregnant harvest moon, and the warm orangey-silver glow seemed...wrong, somehow...
/Do you believe in spooks oh I do I do believe in spooks/
"You said." Livvy whispered in horror. "You said she was dead."
Celeste Trent gave a lazy smile.
"Death is such an easy road to cross, kid. Remember that."
With that, she sucked Opal's hand up in her own, and, real hand still clutching the knife, she drove it down into the silvery Eevee's body.
/Do you believe in spooks oh I do./
Olivia's screams rent the night in two.