Crying. She heard crying. Cautiously she walked down the hall of a huge building.

The cries were getting closer and closer. Who was that? It's strangely familiar to her.

She finally arrived at the end of the hall. It was coming from the door on the left. Someone crying from the other side. She opened the door.

On the other side of the door was a huge room, covered in tiles of black and white, checkerboard style. In the center of the room was Reshiram, trying to calm down a wailing child curled up on its white wing. As she approached the great dragon, it raised its head, staring her straight in the eye. It made her feel extremely uncomfortable. That eye seemed to be accusing her of something.

The dragon finally tore its gaze from her and back to its crying charge. She approached the dragon and child cautiously. When she got close enough, she could see that the child's face was buried in the great Pokémon's wing.

"Are you alright?" She asked the child. Instantly the child looked up at her, causing her to flinch in surprise. The child had long brown hair, pinkish skin, and cerulean blue eyes. This child looked exactly like she did as a kid! The child's face turned from sadness to fear. The child gripped Reshiram's wing and whispered "Your fault"

"What?" She asked

"Your fault!" the child screamed, "Your fault they gone! All my friends, all gone 'cause of you. Even Oshawott gone, all 'cause of you!"

She backed away from the child. This was madness. Who was gone? How was it her fault? And did that kid just say Oshawott? "The kid's right you know."

She jerked around. At the door was N. "N, what is going on?"

"What's going on? You failed."

The tiles beneath N's feet turned black, and all the black was slowly bleeding into the tiles of white. Somehow she knew she couldn't let that oozing shadow reach Reshiram or the child. She turned around, but it was too late. The child was gone, and the room was pitch black. Reshiram was in chains, roaring in pain, anger, and anguish. "No…" she whispered, "No it can't be… RESHIRAM!" The dragon couldn't hear her. It was thrashing against its chains, beating itself against the floor of its shadow prison, its white fur a stark contrast to its surroundings. Slowly a drop of red appeared on the great dragon's back. It was spreading…no, it was oozing, down its back and onto the floor. Some of the red splashed on her face…blood. Reshiram was bleeding! She turned around to face N, but he was gone. Instead it was her friends, Bianca and Cheren, and her twin brother Touya. "GUY'S!" She screamed, "HELP ME RESHIRAM'S IN TROUBLE!"

They looked at her with blank eyes. Blackness seeped into their eyes, covering even their whites. She cringed, it was like staring at empty sockets. Then they all spoke in unison, their voices sounding dead and empty their voices chanting, "It's your fault. You failed. Pokemon and people are now divided. Plasma won, because you had lost."

"Guy's wait! I have a plan! Please!" She screamed tears gathering in her eyes. There was an agonizing roar behind her. "We can change this! Please just help me free Reshiram first!" "It's too late," the trio's voices chanted. Was it her or were they starting to fade? "It's too late, you failed us Touko. You failed us and the world." "Wait! Wait!" she screamed. Reshiram roared in pain. She ran across to the now bloody dragon and tried to pull off its chains. She was too weak to do it, if only she had her pokemon…that's was it! She reached to her belt to grab a pokeball, but all she felt was her own belt and air. Where were her pokeballs? "They're gone" She turned around slowly, and once again there was N. However instead of his usual get-up, he was wearing a dark black tux, with electric blue lines circling the ends of his sleeves and the hem of his coat. On the back of the coat, were deep black wings with glowing electric blue. Immediately she thought of Zekrom.

"Who's gone?" she asked, stomach dropping as she had already known the answer.

"Your pokemon of course. I must say, you put up an amazing fight. I've never had such a strong opponent before. But you claiming that you still had a plan, now that was just funny." So saying N started to chuckle. She felt anger blow up from inside of her. She rushed toward N. As she approached with her fist raised, N grabbed her by her wrist and lowered his head to her ear. "Do you really want to try that?" he whispered. She shuddered as she felt his hot breath against her neck. Trying to pull away from him, (he still had a grip on her wrists) she heard the roar. She turned her head and felt herself grow cold. Reshiram was on the floor, unmoving. The blood had stained most of its body

"N!" She turned back to the young green-haired man, watching her in what could only be an amused expression. She grabbed the front of his coat. "You have to help Reshiram. Please N!" She looked up into his emerald green eyes pleadingly. She was scared by what she saw. Those eyes that used to have such child-like innocence were full of cruelty and distain. This was nothing like the N she had fought, known, and respected.

"I never looked you could look so ravishing when your this desperate. White, perfect to show off such innocent fear." She looked at him incredulously. What the hell was he talking about? White? She looked down. Instead of her usual black jacket, white t-shirt, and denim shorts, she was wearing a floor length dress. The dress was pure white, with only a circle of a flame-like combination of red and orange at the dress's hem. Hanging from each of the long white sleeves of her dress was a long thick veil of white, giving an impression of wings. She felt that if she just flapped her arms, she could fly away. This wedding dress like gown reminded her strangely of Reshiram. Reshiram! She turned back to N. "Please N," she pleaded, falling to her knees in defeat, "Help Reshiram. I'm begging you, please."

He let go of her wrists, bent over her, used three fingers to force up her chin so that she was looking at him straight into his cold cruel eyes. "Of course I'll help Reshiram. Anything to help a fellow…" he chuckled, "hero." She started to feel hopeful, but then she saw the smile creep upon his lips. Suddenly Reshiram didn't roar behind her, it screamed. She spun around to find the great white dragon pokemon, still bloody, trapped in a cage of blue lightning and black iron. Its flames could not melt or pierce through its prison. Not once could she look away from the horrific sight. "What did you do?" she whispered. He stood over her and laughed. "Don't you agree that the best way to keep something safe is to never let it leave your sight? Something just. Like. You."

She turned around. She was staring at N through black metal bars flashing with blue light.

"N! What are you doing!"

"Just making sure a little Beautifly doesn't get herself into any more trouble. Don't worry I'll keep you safe."

"N!"

She reached to grab the bars and was knocked backwards by a flash of light. She tried standing but her limbs felt heavy. She was tied down by chains on her arms, legs, and throat attached to the floor. She struggled against her bonds. "N!" she screamed, "LET ME OUT!" N just stood there grinning. Suddenly he started to laugh, a mad, cruel, evil laugh. Before her eyes, N started to change. His clothes changed from a black tux to a long golden cloak, his face aged, and his emerald green eyes became blood red. Before her now stood Ghetsis, eyeing her like a Ferrow eyes a fat Caterpie, with a smile as wide and as menacing as any Gengar's. Despite never having to have to fight him, Ghetsis frightened her, even more than that cruel N.

"Well, if it isn't the greathero." Ghetsis' voice was full of malice and venom. "Some hero. You couldn't even save your own pokemon!" Her blood ran cold ass his words sunk in. Ghetsis stepped aside, revealing (except Reshiram) her entire team, curled into a fetal position, all obviously in pain. Her trusty Zebstrika, her swift flyingBraviary, her zen Musharna, her powerful Beartic, and even her partner, her best friend Oshawott. The tears building up in her eyes finally fell. "Let them go! They haven't done anything to deserve this!"

Ghetsis just laughed. Finally he replied with a voice like sweet poison, "They have done everything to do with this. They aided the wrong side. Let them suffer the same fate as their master." He snapped his fingers and suddenly all the pokemon started to writhe in pain, many screaming out. They seemed to be crying out to her, "Make it stop! Make it stop! Please!"

"Please," she begged, weeping, "stop it." Ghetsis, still with a gloating smile on his face, snapped his fingers, and Zebstrika, Musharna, Braviary, and Beartic, faded into the darkness. Only Oshawott remained, and its twitching has ceased. Ghetsis grabbed the poor pokemon and threw it against the electrified bars. The little creature screamed, and the bars disappeared. She tried to rush to her partner's aid, but was stopped by the ever present chains. "Oshawott!" she screamed. It didn't move, it didn't hear her, and it faded away, just like the others, only leaving behind an everstone with the carving in the center. She had given that to Oshawott a long time ago, having carved the wordfriendin the ancient language as a good luck charm. The memory and the image before her were too much. She threw herself on the floor and wept as hard as she could.

Ghetsis approached her and tugged her head up with a fistful of her hair. As she looked up at him, her face stained with tears, her fear or defeat, disappeared, leaving a bubbling anger in their place. "I will get out of here," she growled through gritted teeth, "and when I do, I will do everything to bring youdown."

Ghetsis laughed harder and harder. He was a maniac! Finally he stopped, but that frightening laugh was still etched upon his face. He tightened his grip on her hair and like the strange N, he whispered into her ear, a mad smile in his voice. "Is that so? Well let me tell you, my little dragon. Do you know what the best way to ground such a free beast such as yourself is? If not here's the answer: You rip. Off. Its. Wings."

She felt a searing pain on her arms and heard a tearing of fabric. Ghetsis pulled away, revealing a bloody scalpel in his hand. She looked down to her arms. He had cut across her arms and down the white, wing like veils draping her arms. Blood was dripping all over her white dress. There was an agonized roar. She turned behind her and saw a now collapsed Reshiram, wings chained up above its head, the bloody tears across its wings identical to the ones on her arms. "Now," she slowly turned back to a grinning Ghetsis, "your wings are clipped, but let's permanently remove them shall we?" He approached her with the still dripping scalpel, and she screamed, her world turning black.

OoOoOoO

Touko sat up quickly, waking in a sweat. What a horrible nightmare, she thought. She winced as a sharp pain filled her head. She gingerly reached up and felt her head wrapped in bandages. She looked down and discovered herself to be lying in a bed dressed in a hospital gown. Where am I?,she wondered. She looked around. It was a small room with no windows and a door. Other than the bed, the only other pieces of furniture were a lone table and chair. It was a hospital room of sorts, but how did she get here? She heard the door open. As she faced the door to see who was entering, here blood ran cold. It was N and Ghetsis. Touko unintentionally pressed herself further into the frame of the bed.

"Touko, you're awake!" N cried rushing to her bed and pulling Touko into a Beartic hug. Touko visibly stiffened at his touch, Dream N still fresh in her mind. Oblivious of this, N held Touko until a smug, slightly amused voice said, "Come now N, that's enough. The girl still needs to rest. Begrudgingly N let go of Touko and moved aside revealing Ghetsis. Fear immediately seized Touko, and though she tried to hide it, it did not escape Ghetsis' attention. A small smile formed on his lips.

"Now my dear Touko," she flinched at Ghetsis' casual use of her name, "I bet you would like to know why you're here." His voice was a fake fatherly tone that sent shivers down her spine. She looked away. Touko was curious, but she wasn't going to give Ghetsis any form of satisfaction. Besides, she was sort of scared of the answer. Where was she, and why in the name of Darkri, was Ghetsisand N doing by her sick bed?

"The reason you're here my dear is…"

"Because you're officially a member of Team Plasma!" N finished with a childish glee. "isn't that great?" Ghetsis glared at N for his interruption, but once again oblivious , N looked toward Touko expectantly.

Touko looked at them, a blank look across her face. She was never one to say much, but she was still too shocked to say anything. When she finally found her tongue, she glared at Ghetsis and whispered in a hoarse voice, "What the hell did you just say?" Her throat hurt from the effort and it felt dry and scratchy. How long had she been out anyway? Despite her discomfort, Touko still took some (arguably) petty satisfaction from watching the smile slide off of N's face at the obvious hostility in her words. She was in no mood to play games, and too tired to feel guilty. She just wanted to know what was going on.

"I mean," Ghetsis said, still using that deceptively fatherly tone, "that you have saved our king. Such an act would automatically redeem you from any past…transgressions."

"Transgressions?"

"Your continual defiance against Team Plasma before now of course. Consider yourself lucky. If others had their way, you would have been left to die at the old castle."

We aren't in N's castle anymore? Touko thought. She turned around to study her almost barren room. She turned back to Ghetsis, "Where am I?"

Ghetsis' smile widened , and Touko began to dread what the answer might be. And she was right, it was more horrible than she could imagine.

"You are currently in the infirmary of Team Plasma's new base of operations, the Dragon Castle. Due to the injury you sustained from nearly being buried alive, you have been unconscious for almost two months."

Two MONTH'S!Touko thought. What had happened to Cheren, Alder, the rest of the Pokemon League, and her own pokemon? Just what the hell had happened?

As Touko was struggling through her thoughts, Ghetsis turned to N and told him to leave. As N opened his mouth in protest, Ghetsis impatiently said, "I need to explain a few things about her new…position in Team Plasma. If thatcame from you it would make things that much harder on her." N still wanted to argue, but didn't dare with the look his father was giving him.

"Alright" he relented.

"Good boy. Now leave me to do my work."

"Bye Touko." Touko snapped out of her panicked thoughts and froze. Was N really going to leave her alone with Ghetsis? Even despite the dream, she felt safer having N around, and certainly safer than if she were to be alone with Ghetsis. She was about to protest when Ghetsis cut across her saying, "you'll have plenty of time later to play catch up. But right now I have very important things to discuss with you." Touko automatically knew what that meant, Ghetsis wanted to tell her something N would never be allowed to hear.

N left the room. As soon as the door closed, Ghetsis turned back to face Touko, and a sense of dread closed over her body. She had enough defiance left in her however, to growl, "so what is it Ghetsis. Why am I really here? You could have easily let me die."

"Oh believe me," Ghetsis drawled lazily, starting to inspect his fingernails, "I wanted to let you die, but that weak hearted fool of a son I have just wouldn't allow it. N is a curious boy, so I suspect the only reason he saved you is because you're the only human that he's ever really taken a slight interest in."

Ok that hurt. Touko knew that N was sort of childish in nature, but the way Ghetsis put he made it sound like N viewed her as some kind of… pet! Wait, why do I care, she thought, he is my rival, not my friend. He's an… an enemy.She was so busy repeating this mantra in her head, she almost missed it when Ghetsis said, "Though now that we have you, certain… advantages to your presence have revealed themselves."

Touko narrowed her eyes at Ghetsis and demanded, "What advantages?"

Still inspecting his fingernails Ghetsis replied, "Advantages such as who you are in general. As much as I loathe to admit it, people haven't been as…cooperative with their plans as they should have been. Probably because of those weak minded fools you called friends have somehow convinced many within the region to fight against us. Such annoying insects."

Go Cheren Touko thought smugly. "Great for them, sucks for you, but what does that have to do with me? Remember, I'm a fallenhero."

Ghetsis stopped inspecting his fingernails and looked around. He faced Touko, and suddenly he raised his hand and struck her across the face, knocking her out of the bed and onto the floor. Touko grabbed her now even more painfully throbbing head, and was trying not to let the tears of pain now building from escaping her eyes. She felt her cheek, it was starting to swell. Ghetsis kneeled down to Touko and grabbed her face looking her dead in the eye. It took every bit of courage Touko had not to look away.

"You're pretty strong… very good." Ghetsis commented. All facades of pleasantness were over, and it was time to get to the point. As he began to speak, Touko was filled with dread. "Now listen to me you little brat. Right now, the entire region of Unova is in chaos and it's .fault." Those three words brought back flashes of the nightmare; They looked at her with blank eyes. Blackness seeped into their eyes, covering even their whites. Then they all spoke in unison, their voices sounding dead and empty their voices chanting, "It's your fault. You failed."

Cheren, Bianca, Touya…

Ghetsis continued. "All this fighting has arisen because the people believe that the real…" he spat, "hero is still out there. And with one of the dragons having her favor…"

"It still gives them faith that Plasma hasn't won" Touko finished, with more than a little satisfaction. Even if she was still stuck here, she was glad that at least her name did something for the cause.

"Unfortunately yes. They are under that foolish delusion. However, if they were to see that both and not just one of the dragons favored our King," Ghetsis smiled evilly, "then that would crush all morale, opposition, and rebellion."

Touko did notlike where this was going. "Oh yeah," she tried to sneer, hiding her rising panic, "how are you going to do that? Reshiram chose me not N, and you know very well that I'd never side with you."

"Is that so? Not even for your pokemon?" Ghetsis reached into his sleeve and to Touko's horror, he pulled out an everstone. "I do believe that this is yours." He turned over the stone, revealing a word, carved in an ancient script. Touko recognized it right away and she felt heart plummet into her stomach. That stone was supposed to be inside the oyster shell that Oshawott always had on its belly. The thought that passed through her mind made her blood ran cold. "What did you do to Oshawott?"

Ghetsis's smile widened, confirming Touko's suspicions. "Not just that little rat, but all of them, especially the great and mighty…" He began to chuckle,"… Reshiram. They are all under my personal care"

Touko trembled, she knew what Ghetsis meant. He hadn't done any permanent damage to them yet, but if she didn't comply, they would all be hurt, and badly. The tears that were building in her eyes were getting ready to fall. The nightmare was becoming real.Suddenly all the pokemon started to writhe in pain, many screaming out. They seemed to be crying out to her, "Make it stop! Make it stop! Please!"And her partner, her Oshawott. She tried to rush to her partner's aid, but was stopped by the ever present chains. "Oshawott!" she screamed. It didn't move, it didn't hear her, and it faded away, just like the others…

"What do you want?" Her head fell to stare at her knees in defeat. She couldn't do anything but hope Cheren and the rebellion would win, and soon. Until then, she would be forced to fight with those she tried so hard to stop. She had failed those who trusted her most, and now she would be forced to fight against them.

Ghetsis knew that this was his victory, and he would enjoy making this little bitch that's caused him so much trouble squirm. "N, seems to become more of a leader around you. Whatever your influence on him is, it makes the stronger, strong enough that no one will stand against him. Why, I only told him that if the rebellion caught you, you would be punished, and N sent out the soldiers to force the people in the nearby release their pokemon. Of course the boy was hesitant at first, but all I had to do was bring up your…safety."

Touko glared at the floor but said nothing. How dare he! Cheren and the rest of her friends would never hurt her. And how dare Ghetsis manipulate poor N like that. Then again…the nightmare came back to her mind. No Touko thought, this N and that N are different. N is the puppet, his father is the puppeteer.

Ghetsis continued, "So I figured that I'd kill two pidgeys with one stone. You are officially part of team Plasma" Touko bit the inside of her cheek to stop any sarcastic remarks from escaping her mouth. N had already said this .She knew it was coming.

"So what then?" She said instead, "I'm going to be a grunt working under N's thumb then?"

"No, but something like that. You see, as a grunt, you would still have enough freedom to cause trouble for me, since it takes too much to have someone watch a mere grunt all the time. So we're going to keep you in a position where we can always watch you. You'd be…grounded so to speak. And do you know what the best way to ground a dragon is?" Touko's heart missed a beat. Ghetsis leaned closer a whispered in her ear, "You rip off its wings." Touko nearly fainted.

"Besides," said the sage as he pulled away from her, "keeping your image as a hero is a much more advantageous situation for us. You have much more potential for use than if you were given a higher position within our organization. And so that no one doubts that's you have given your allegiance to our cause, N and I have made other arrangements for your insertion into Team Plasma." Ghetsis stood up, towering over Touko, who raised her head meeting his eyes in horror. "The two great dragons, both black and white, will be united just as their masters shall be. The great heroes shall be joined in front of all in Unova, with a bond so strong, that even the rebels will have to back down. You, my dear Touko, my dear hero, will swear your allegiance to Team Plasma and to N as his partner, as his bride, and as our Queen." Ghetsis sank into a fake low bow, letting the words sink in. Touko was to be N's bride. Her wings had been clipped, and she was chained to the ground.

Ok I know it's been a bit since I've posted. I'll try to post at least once a week. On Mondays probably. Birthday was Friday Finally 16! The reason this chapter is so long is to make up for last chapter's crappiness. Don't know how to fix it. Don't worry for all those who love N, he'll show up more next chapter. I got inspiration for the dress from a desktop wallpaper I saw. I'll post the link for it when I find it again. And for those who are confused why Touya is Touko's twin, it makes more sense to me, and it'll be more interesting later on. And for all those who are wondering. The Ancient language on the everstone is the language of the pokemon Unknown (letter shaped pokemon). As for those who don't know what an everstone is, look it up! Tell me what you think. Read and review. Thanks guys bye!