If you read this, you will become part of something sinister. I know that sounds crazy, but just understand, if you're seeing this. I'm dead. They have won. They will hunt you down. Don't let them reach you.
- Keone
Midnight.
The best time to kill a person. To tarnish their life with only a few swift movements. It's a time you will never forget, and live to regret.
He stared down at the body with a grimace. What has become of the great Scientist? Only a pile of dead bones now. It didn't matter anymore, for the key is within his grasp.
Glancing down at the broken trinket in his red palms. A feeling of dissociation cloud over him like a blanket. The soft beeping of machines and the wail of a cat was all that could be heard.
Only heartbeats before, the fight that broke out between the pair of humans had shattered the air and startled the animals in the cages in the next room over, but now all was silent.
"Meowth, don't do that," he found himself saying as the small, white Pokémon pawed at the dead body. It's soft meows of concern, ear shattering to the murdered.
"We have to do this," The man said to the body, turning to his computer and typing in a few lines of code. The words, 'experiment: Midnight' reflected in the killer's glasses. The blood on the man's hand smeared over the keys.
He had just killed his closest friend. Yet. From death, new life would flourish. The scientist shoved the small key into a slot beside the computer and twisted.
The surrounding machines sparked to life, and the lights above flickered from the intense power that now flowed through the laboratory.
Part 1 MidnightIt's funny, running for your life. You read about it in books and see it on the television, but when you're racing through the forest with branches snagging your feathers and bramble ripping apart your legs, it's not so interesting.
My feathers being ripped out by hawthorn? Not an issue.
Thorn sticking to the bottom of my feet, causing me to bleed? Who cares.
Long, ugly tree branches slapping me in the eyes and making my vision blur? Whatever.
The problem is the Houndooms. I can hear them howling through the black trees behind me. Their sharp, angry yips of found prey grew louder with each passing second. These aren't just any Houndooms either. Genetically modified to be stronger, bigger, like giant hellhounds of pure death and rage.
The worst part of them? They were after me.
Faster, faster, faster!
I shout to myself inwardly. I need to go faster! I could probably outrun them, but boy does the pounding panic that makes your heart skip and breath hitch make it seem like your legs would just give away in a second.
They're getting closer, I couldn't recall the last time I'd been this far away from the lab. Had I been human the last time? My claws graced the road below me as I came to a skidding halt. An electric fence is sitting in front of me now, and it sends a shiver of fear into my skin.
Sucking in air, I look to the right and left, my brain a mess of thoughts and jumbled fear. Either I go over the fence or face the bloodhounds behind me. Their lolling tongues and gnashing maws would destroy me in a split second.
Opening my wings, I leapt up and flapped but fell to the floor with a grunt. Either I risk climbing the electric fence or face the angry, demented beasts and their humans with horrifically large guns.
Maybe I'll look good without feathers
I thought to myself, leaping onto the fence with a soft hoot of anxiety, but the wiring didn't spark under my feet. I was a grass type! Of course! Electric did nothing to me as I scrambled up the fence, leaving a few feathers behind and dropping to the ground.
Too late!
The Houndooms exploded through the trees, letting out howls of triumph! They found their prey, me!
Stumbling forward, I raced upwards, I could hear a loud buzzing as the electric gate started to fall downward to allow the angry beasts' freedom. I need to move quickly, I have to- oh no! I came to a rapid stop as I looked down at the huge drop in front of me.
The waves lapped upwards against the rocks, I went the wrong way! How was I supposed to remember the right route? A few pidgy let out alarm calls and flapped past me, I envied them. I was a bird who couldn't fly! What a useless-
"He's up here,"
The cold waves and sharp rocks were starting to look a lot more welcoming as I stared down at them.
"One for the money," I said, taking a few steps back and opening my wings, swallowing back fear.
"Two for the show," I leaned down as fire started to be blasted in my direction.
"Three to get ready," Shutting my eyes tight I raced towards the cliff, the wind rustling my wings felt nice but the heat behind me was starting to singe my feather.
"Four to go!" I shout as the ground dropped below my feet and I caught the air. I have to fly! I'm a bird Pokémon! Nope. A sudden rush of wind, sharp pain than numbing cold as I was dragged under the weight of waves.
Least I didn't get eaten alive.