Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Nothing Left ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 16 is completed!

A bit of a short chapter but well...

I hope you will all enjoy this chapter.

Comments and suggestions are welcome, as usual.

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CHAPTER 16: NOTHING LEFT
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Eliza sat there, staring at me... I saw her confusion and her curiosity...

I knew I had to speak... and I wanted to. I had to explain everything... but how can I explain?

I've gone through so much...

My life in the Defect Center... Derlank telling me about the world... our evasion plans... my meeting with Cherlie... how we fell in love... how Derlank died... how I learnt my own name... how I learnt to swim and saved Spark... how he was later killed by his own father... how Cherlie dumped me for a Plusle... how I reached Mt.Moon... how I ate a baby Sandshrew while still keeping him alive... how he was killed later by his mother... how I met with Cherlie... how Cherlie dumped Plusle and came back to me... how we raced to the top of Mt.Moon... how we met and defeated Jirachi... how I was captured along with Cherlie... how Cherlie was dumped into a river... how I fought with Mew and calmed her anger... how Mew died... how I met with Julius and my father... how Julius and his strange allies were killed by father and Celebi...

Celebi...

Out of all the creatures I met... none fill me with more disgust and fear than her.

Even more than the Champion... I find Celebi despicable. A manipulative monster... and then...

Then... that strange caped, scythe-wielding Pokemon... who is it? Why is it acting like this? How could it kill mother so easily? Why am I scared stiff of it?

Death... Celebi... Champion... three enemies.

I must explain it all... all of it.

Eliza remained silent... and I told her everything... everything... well... almost.

Of course, I did not include the moments of passion between I and Cherlie or some of Derlank's conversations... or when Celebi and then, that Ditto abused me... and when Cherlie "mated" with that Plusle...

Brrr... I still shiver at the thought... it must have hurt... a lot. She bit his organ off... UGH! Must have hurt and not just a little bit... but then, I do not feel sorry for him... not at all. She was ready to give her whole heart to him... and in the end, he was only seeing her as a sexual toy. Talking about insensitive, cruel people here...

I explained everything... but I admit that I didn't included those details... and the blood and gore too... I didn't included it. I also realised... how did I escape from the Defect Center the last time? Really... how did I do it?

I didn't knew... I just didn't. I had went into some kind of trance and... well, that's it...

Anyway... I'm almost finished with my explanation...

"... and that's how it all came to this." I finally ended my tale.

Eliza had stood there, silent, since the very beginning, listening carefully... and her face was pale... and turned more and more pale as she listened...

I... I wonder what Eliza must thinks...

For all her life, she had been raised being told fairy tales about Pokemon training... just like wild Pokemon are.

I wondered... what are the lies the humans are told about Pokemon trainers? Wild Pokemon are raised being told that Pokemon trainers love them, become their friends, and everything... but I knew that Pokemon were merely tools.

Humans trap Pokemon in balls, crush their wills, and then use them as living tools and weapons. A boulder? Get out that Machoke and smash it down! Then, return him to his Pokeball because no one wants to see that ugly Pokemon's face anywhere near the superior and oh-so intelligent humans! Wants to enslave a poor, helpless Abra child who didn't even reached maturity? Park that stupid Machoke into a Pokemon Lab where he'll be stuffed along with your thousands other slaves on a shelf and then, release your Murkrow and pursue, trap, and beat the heck out of that helpless child before forcing him into a Pokeball and separating him forever from his family, his friends, his home. Then, crush all of his hopes and dreams as you train him into the ground and make him mature into an Alakazam as quickly as possible so that you may enslave those Hitmonchans in front of your house who committed the awful, awful crime of training by themselves, freely, for fun rather than for the over inflated ego of a Pokemon trainer!

Really, Pokemon training is extraordinary! The real coexistence and teamwork of humans and Pokemon! WOW! Watch as Pokemon are tortured daily and then forced to fight each others nearly to the death if not plainly to the death while humans sit back safely behind and get all the credit just because they screamed orders during the entire battle. Such display of skills and wits by the humans! The Pokemon? No credit! Who cares if they're the ones who dived into battle, took the hits, fought with all of their might, pulled off their techniques, faced their own fear and pain! Doing that is nothing! It doesn't mean anything! But staying back and scream orders? OH! THAT is a proof of skill! But actually going down there and fight? NO!

Hahaha... err... such sarcasm... really... such a rant would have been worthy of Derlank, nothing else... That would have been the exact kind of thing he would have said in such a situation...

"It would have been... worthy of Derlank?" Eliza... was in tears...

Wait a little minute here... I turned to see my hands... and noticed crimson marks on my fingers... and it was then that the pain registered...

I grasped my wrists, feeling the pain as I felt the claws. Mother and father... they were both supposed to have real, physical claws like almost every cat Pokemon out there... problem is, I don't know if it's the same for them... but my fingers don't seem to be designed to have claws. Each time they come out... ugh... I shiver thinking about it... they pierce through the skin... every time...

As I stared at my blood-covered claws, I realised that I had put all of my hatred for Pokemon trainers into that mental rant... and that I had carried myself so far that it had probably echoed loud enough for Eliza to hear it... and I felt guilty... I had spoke in such a hateful tone... My heart was filled with so much pent-up anger against the humans... against the heartless humans...

NO! Not heartless... they are victims... victims of Fate... victims of the Poison!

I turned to face Eliza...

drip. drip. drip.

The blood drops... loudly explode as they fall from my fingers and reach the floor. The sound... it hammers my poor brain... I feel so... empty... so... angry... why?

I see the Pokeball at her belt... and my vision grows red. I want to forgive her... to see her as the innocent she is... but I can't. All of my instincts hates her. Everything in her that once seemed beautiful to me is gone. She is so terrible to my eyes... and the worst is that I don't know why...

Two souls... Chirp is there, in his Pokeball, trapped like the slave he is. He is not free, he is not even considered alive. He is nothing but Eliza's property, like a chair or a book is one's property...

I understand now... I now realise that I do not hate her... I hate Pokemon trainers. My soul has respect for Eliza... but despise her title, despise what everyone wants her to do. It is such a paradox... I like her so much and yet, at the same time, I hate her so much...

I want to apologise... but I cannot. The blood is dripping on the floor... and the sound gives me a headache.

drip. drip. drip.

Ugh... again and again and again... again and again and again... this is making me crazy... please stop...

drip. drip. drip.

"I... I do not want... to hate you..." I whispered to myself, fighting the fire that was building up, filling my void of a heart, trying to push me over the edge...

Eliza frowned and turned away... "This is the way you see humans... that you see my specie... that you see me? As heartless monsters who care only of their ego?"

She must have not heard the beginning of the rant... the beginning where I had said to myself that there was a difference between the common human and Pokemon trainers... but then... no... I'm only making up justifications. Pokemon training is wrong... but I shouldn't fall into hatred. If I let my hatred control me... then I am no better than those I fight, they who let their lust for power control them.

drip. drip. drip.

I have suffered so much... The humans separated me from my parents and trapped me into a dark, dirty prison for fifteen years and more. They brainwashed my father, broke the dreams of my mother, not even allowing them to know if their son was still living. They crushed my hopes and dreams...

... then... the wild Pokemon... I hate them so much... they only think of becoming humans or of slaughtering each others like animals. They're nothing but animals despite having the potential to be more than this.

All that is good in this world is vanishing... I... I... I hate... I DESPISE...

I... I hate everything.

drip. drip. drip... drip drip drip.

The claws are fully out and I can feel the cold flames of the Dark Power...

Shadow Pokemon... we are labelled as demons, we are labelled as monsters who think only of destruction... but I seek only to bring purification to this world, to eliminate the Poison.

... but this world has become one with the Poison. Those people... all guilty... ALL GUILTY... Who should I save when all those I cared about are gone?

Cherlie... Cherlie... Cherlie...

A counter echoed... Plusle... Plusle... Plusle...

I was tempted... I resisted. I was tempted by a Legendary Pokemon, by a Pokemon whose beauty is beyond anything what you can imagine. Her, on another hand, had dumped me on the first occasion for a dumb, common male.

I'm... I'm burning with anger... and it feels... it feels... I feel as if my weakness was gone. I am powerful... and I will bring an end to the stupidity. The world wants to be one with the Poison?... then it will perish among with it!

Call me a demon all you want... for this is what I am! I'll destroy everyone and everything if it what is necessary to eliminate this Poison! I'm sick of being soft and of my actions having no effects!

I stood tall... very tall... and I seen a mere speck before me.

CLAC!

FWOOOOOSH!!!

Look at that. A chicken came out of it's Pokeball despite not having being called. It stares angrily at me and yells... but I pay no attention. Whatever one more servant of the Poison says is of no concern. I will kill you like all the others. To the Emptiness you're going, fool!

I pointed at the chicken and felt my entire body growing tense... the Dark Power... I can feel it... I CAN FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL IT, YOU WORTHLESS MONSTER!!!

I hate you. I despise you. You are NOTHING but a mere insect! An ugly insect among all others! Why bother sparing you? The chicken will become a nice soulless slave, the human will grow into a nice heartless enslaver. It is a honour to end their existence now, before they can be corrupted... if they aren't corrupted yet.

Blood... heeheehee... I will spill your blood all over my claws... my hands... all over myself. A true blood bath... the prologue to the great purification of this worthless pit that is the world!

I placed my hands against each others and gathered my hatred inside, forming a dark sphere... and cries of terror filled my ears.

Yes... YES! SCREAM IN TERROR FOR I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING!

Now... take... THIS!

...

Take... THIS!

...?

Take... this?

It's the third time I pointed both hands at the chicken, directing the sphere toward them... but the sphere is stuck and... I'm not frustrated?

I expect something to happen... I expect a vision... a voice... a memory... but nothing happens. I expect my hatred to be brought down by something, anything... and yet, it burns and burns and burns and... and I'm getting nowhere.

My hatred... the purple flames... they... they're disappearing...

I stood there... and noticed Chirp, shaking in terror before me... and I knew why he was afraid... and I... this feels... so horrible.

I... I have... I have let my hatred control... me...

Cherlie...

Sniff...

CHERLIE!!!

BOOOOM!!!

I... I broke through that ceiling... I flied... and flied... I want to find her... I do not want to wait... I... I... She knows... that this is... impossible... this...

I hear voices... I feel the wind... and... I can see grey... bricks flying everywhere... people floating in the air... Pokemon diving out of the way of something... a pink blur... a pink comet... I don't care... I don't care... They stand in my way... they stand between me and Cherlie...

I must... return to the river. I won't wait. I just can't. Not anymore... I... I must...

Everywhere... turned grey... then blue... and then slowly, the miasma of twisted colors assembled and turned green... I was flying at top speed... not sure how fast... not sure where I was going... but I knew of my destination... and my instincts told me where it was...

BOOOOM!!!

ACK! My... poor... ears! A sonic boom... which meant that... I went beyond the speed of sound... is that possible? Could I truly have went at such a speed?... but then... the blood within my veins...

... I don't care. Why am I asking myself such questions? I want to see the eyes... to see that strange light nullify the flames... my pain... I cannot bear the Shadow powers anymore... I can't... not anymore... I... my patience has been broken. My limit has been breached...

The water... I can hear the water... and I know that within that body of water, under the blue veil, she is awaiting...

Slowly, I felt my feet touching the surface... I felt the cold liquid... I... I am finally here. I will release her from her sleep...

I held my breath and forced myself under the surface...

SPLASH!

I... I... Such a strange feeling. I will never get used to be underwater... never, ever. I feel as if I was in a place out of this world... and I cannot breath. But my lungs stand strong. I have enough air for what I am seeking to do...

I opened my eyes... and everything begun to sway left and right as my vision was distorted by the liquid...

As I looked at the bottom of the river, a chill ran down my spine... This place... it is so creepy... filled with so much regret and despair... I can see the rotten, decaying corpses of dozens and dozens of Pokemon of all species, half-turned to dust, completely making out the bed of the river...

... and among the corpses... bound to a steel cube... I can see her... the pale yellow and blue fur is almost gone and the body is decayed... but I know that although she looks dead, that she is not. Cherlie is undead, she can't die.

I felt the psychic surge through my body... going down from my brain in slow motion then travelling down the nerves, coursing my arm, finally reaching my fingers before being released... and Cherlie's frame was engulfed in blue light...

I lifted both of us out of the river... I rose both of us toward the surface... and as we both came into the light of the day, I gently dropped Cherlie close to the edge of the river and slowly landed next to her...

I kneeled down and placed my hand on her chest... it is cold... cold and moist... but it won't remain so. I know it...

"Cherlie... I am here... wake up..." I smiled... and I felt my eyes burning... and slowly, tears flowed out...

Cherlie stared blankly at the sky... I saw a few insect Pokemon within munching on the flesh... THIS BODY IS NOT FOOD! SHOO! SHOO!

I blasted the bugs out of her and a cloud of green blood flied out of her body. Serve you right! Nobody defiles Cherlie! Now...

"I am here... wake up..." I repeated... and there was no reaction.

I shook her a little bit... and noticed a large, unnatural opening on her forehead... an opening that was seemingly caused by a large blade judging from the looks...

Her eyes... are empty. There is no reaction... no movement... no sound... she remains perfectly still, plunged in a soulless sleep...

"Why don't you wake up? I know you're not dead... you cannot die. Please Cherlie..." I'm growing impatient Cherlie... I have no patience for games...

I shook her again... and again... and again... and she had no reaction.

Why, Cherlie? Why? Why are you playing with me like this? I know you aren't dead... stop faking out! Wake up! Rise! Awaken! I have fulfilled my promise... I have returned for you... I wish for you to meet my father... he is back at wherever that Pokemon Center was...

I admit it... I kinda forgot where it was... but... it's not important. As long as we're together, I will be happy...

Minutes passed... Cherlie... does not move. Her heart remains still, her lungs immobile, no part of her body acts...

I... my tears... more and more... harder... and harder... to speak and think...

"Cherlie... please... wake up... I'm... here..." why isn't she moving? What happened? You cannot die! You cannot be dead! I know it! Undead cannot die!

...

Please... wake up...

I stood there... and felt my hand on her chest... I felt the disgusting touch of rotten flesh... why isn't she animated again? Her eyes... so empty...

How much time... has passed?

She is still... sleeping...

...

I... why? Please... wake up... I ful... filled... my... pro... mise...

"Cherlie? CHERLIE?!?" I yelled... but there was no reaction.

I shook her with all of my strength... and she didn't moved, she had no reaction. She didn't even flinched... "DON'T YOU HEAR ME?!? WAKE UP!!!" I... I couldn't help but... but sob...

I... sniff... I... no... please wake up... you cannot be... it's impossible...

"I know... that you will wake up..." I cried...

"She won't wake up." a sharp, confident voice...

I felt... yet another chill run down my spine... and I felt my fingers and toes freezing... my entire fur stood on end, I could feel it... My eyes widened and my heart begun to pump quickly... so very quickly...

The terror... the terror... the terror is there...

The fog... it hides the river, the forest, everything... the sun turned black with darkness... The clouds gathered and formed ominous dark masses...

I... I... I'm so scared... my entire body... is paralysed with fear...

I do not dare to turn my head around to face the voice... but I must... I must... do it...

I... this is so horrible... I feel a blade thrusting into my heart each time I turn a bit more toward the terrifying entity... each time, a new blade appeared and stabbed me... I...

I... my instincts scream for me to go away... for me to escape... but I can't move... I can only watch...

The Pokemon is so tall... much taller than me... much taller than father... taller than anything I ever seen. Hidden in the pitch-black, ancient, dirty cloak... a faceless being wielding a gigantic scythe...

The Pokemon who killed mother... the terror... the monster...

I wanted to hate this Pokemon... I wanted to target it with all of my hatred, of my Dark Power... to fight and destroy that vile abomination... but my body remained still and only terror gripped my heart, both my psychic and Shadow powers refusing to surface.

"She will not wake up." repeated the cloaked Pokemon...

"Not... true... Not true..." lies... lies... undead cannot die.

I... I tried to stand up... to protest... but I cower before the Pokemon... I can only but stay on my knees under the Pokemon... I can do nothing. I cannot do anything. I never could do anything against this strange, terrible Pokemon...

"I... I fulfilled my promise..." tears rolled down my cheeks... "I... I fulfilled my promise... I came back for her... this cannot be... THIS CANNOT BE!!!"

I... my heart... is exploding... I... nooooo... nooo... please... pleaaaase... whaaaa... whaaa... why why why?!? THIS CANNOT BE!!! SHE IS ALIVE! SHE CANNOT DIE!!!

I...

ooooh... no... do not touch me... anything but that... I bed of you... please... not your... touch...

The cold feeling... fingers grasping my shoulder... powerful fingers that infected my shoulder with a dark sense of fear... and spreaded it through my entire body...

"She waited for you... but you never returned." it is mocking me... but it is wrong! It can only be wrong!!!

"She is... undead... she cannot die..." I tried to point at my love... but... I... I'm paralysed with fear... why am I so terrorised?!?

I'm scared stiff...

"Undead aren't immortals. Age cannot claim them... but like Legendary Pokemon, they can be killed... or rather, in the undead's case, they choose when they die. Cherlie killed herself... she ended it all." it's voice was neutral...

ACK! That Pokemon... it jumped on me... I can feel... it's weight... on my back... and it is whispering to my ear...

"You know why she ended it all?" it's voice... mocking... the arrogance... I cannot bear it... "She killed herself out of sadness... for you never came. You abandoned her. You have let her rot in that river, alone!"

It... it jumped off me... and it begun to float around me... and despite making full circles around me, I felt as if my head was always facing it... and my eyes focused on the pure emptiness inside of it's cloak. It was not too dark to see... there was not a hole there... there was... the pure, complete void... the cloak... an entrance to the Void, the Emptiness... and I felt it suck my soul inside... I felt all of my courage stripped from my body and consuming by the black vortex that was it's face...

"You abandoned her... and she killed herself! You abandoned her... and she killed herself!" it chanted... over and over again...

"You abandoned her! Abandoned her! her! her! She killed herself, because you forgot her! Abandoned her! Abandoned her you did!" Shut up... SHUT UP!!!

"Abandoned her! Abandoned! Abandoned! You abandoned her! You have let her rot! You have broken your promise! You have let her down! You abandoned her like a spineless coward!"

"SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to cover it's chanting... but it's words pierced through my skull and hammered my heart, causing my sorrow to grow and grow...

"Heeheeheee... Mweeheehee... hahahahaha... HAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHA!!!" STOP MOCKING ME!!! PLEASE! PLEASE!!!

"You abandoned her! Let her alone! Murderer! MURDERER! You killed her heart! Abandoned her! Killed her! Guilty! GUILTY! HAAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!" NOOOOOOooooooo... nooo... anything... but this...

I... collapsed... I... booohooohoohoohoo... please... please make her stop... please... somebody... anybody... help me...

"You! Are! GUILTY!!! GWEEEHYAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!" it burst out laughing... so completely cruel...

I... I beg of you... I will do anything... but go away... please... stop...

It... it stopped...

It... it's there... the emptiness... is in front of me... I...

I... Cherlie... I... I could not return... I... I... I am... I am... guilty...

I closed my eyes and sobbed... and I heard the Pokemon laughing in a triumphant tone... I heard it's laugh...

Pure Evil... you are pure Evil...

"YOU are pure Evil. You're the one who is guilty... the one who murdered her!" maybe... but I'm not the one who killed mother!

The figure hovered toward me and... WHAT?!? In her right hand... a sphere of pure light... A MEMORY SPHERE!!!

"The Devil has fooled you! Mewtwo has only shown you the few heart-warming parts of his twisted life... but there is a reason he is the Devil! Now... it was about time you saw who your father REALLY is!... time for you to know why he is know as the Shadow King!!!" she sounded so triumphant and arrogant... I... the Pokemon... I was at it's mercy...

The sphere glowed... and there was a blinding flash of light...

FLASH!

Where am I?

What kind of vision is that?

There is only... emptiness...

Wait a second... I can feel something...

... ?

What... what is that? I... I opened my eyes... and I...

I... I feel different... and I feel so sad... so lonely... so misunderstood...

I am plunged in complete darkness... only two faint, purple orbs glow in the darkness... the eyes... the eyes of pure, raw Hatred...

"Which color are my eyes?" this voice... it was Mewtwo's... father's... or actually, Mewlt's father. This vision... I was not father. Who... am I?... and why is his tone so threatening, so aggressive, so cruel?

I did not dare to move. The person which I was is completely scared stiff... scared of that horrible Pokemon who had kidnapped her and trapped her in this dark room.

What is happening?

Huh?... hm... hmmm... ... AAAAAAAAAAAARG!!! THE PAIN! THE PAIN!!! DARK... POWER... FRYING... ME... FROM... THE... INSIDE...

ACK!

I... I... wheeze... this hurts... so much... This body... is so weak... and powerless... my hands... they feel weird... too many fingers... and yet so similar...

Human? I can feel it... I am... human...

My name in this vision is "Nurse Joy". Great... I'm one those pink-haired weirdoes... really, great... sigh...

"Which color are my eyes?" asked again the creature.

"Purple... they are purple..." my voice was filled with sheer terror... Joy was terrorised... she felt as if this hadn't been the first time father had harmed her.

But... but why would father harm her? In her memories, she had done nothing wrong. She hadn't even knew that he existed in the first place!

ZAAAAAAP!!!

UGH! THE... PAIN... ONCE... AGAIN...

COUGH! Errrr... this hurts... so much... I begun crying... my nerves... my poor nerves... why is father doing this? Joy answered his question... and what kind of question is that in the first place?

"Can't you see? My eyes... they are green. Can't you see it? It's obvious!" father... is so mocking... so sadistic-sounding... this cannot... be him...

"But... but it's purple! Purple!" protested Joy.

Not... again...

ZAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

ACK!!! CAN'T... BEAR... THIS!!!

BAM!

Collapsed because the pain was too much... really... this body... it is covered with wounds... I can feel the cuts and the burns all over her body... all over me... she suffers so much that my mind cannot enter the vision entirely... and her memories says that she has been tortured like this for days...

"What color are my eyes?" asked father for the third time...

Joy knew the pain would continue if he didn't answered in the way he wanted... and as such, she answered... "Green. They are green."

ZAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

I do not understand... why is father harming her like this? The pain... was so strong it broke the link between her memory and me. I stood there while she cried for mercy... and then, once he stopped shocking her, she turned to face him...

"Why? WHY?!?" she asked, sobbing...

"You lie. You see them purple. I seen it in your thoughts. They are green, GREEN! I will continue on until your soul has been reshaped... until your insanity has been eliminated." his voice... this cannot be my father...

FLASH!

"This... cannot be my father... he would never break the will of an innocent in such a horrific way..." I slowly whispered...

"You know nothing... NOTHING!" the unknown Pokemon... the sphere in it's hand shattered and then, another orb appeared as it prepared another vision...

FLASH!

Another vision... now... where am I?

I... I am so scared... yet again...

I am inside of a cage entirely made of glass... and below me, a large cage containing thousands of Pokemon. My instincts tells me that these are my children... or rather the children of whoever I am.

The cage is held above a strange pit. At the bottom, a serie of circular saws forming a trash disposal machine of some sort... on one of the walls, a gigantic window could be seen... and on the other side of the window, my father, Mewtwo, stood behind a computer.

"Please... please... I'll do anything... But please... anything but this... I surrender... I surrender..." the voice which came out of my throat was kinda like father's... except that there was no echo and less loud. I also knew that I was, or rather the being I was for the duration of this vision, smaller than Mewtwo. I was about two thirds of the size of a human...

"Rukario... You who sided with Fate... I fear that I cannot allow you to get in the way of Dark Vortex. I will unfortunately have to put your children as well as yourself in the Grinder." his voice was neutral... awfully neutral-sounding... neutral to the point of sounding fake, to the point at which that it was obvious that he was hiding his true feelings regarding this matter...

"She is not meant to be with you, Mewtwo! You know it! The pink-furred copy Mew is to become one of my mates... and you know it! Destiny dictated it! You're only doing this out of jealousy! Let her go! Let her join all the others, as my possession. It is her rightful place... and it is a honour for her to become my mate. Few Legendary Pokemons would be kind enough to accept a failure, an anomaly, a monstrosity as his mate." UGH! Rukario's words, whoever he was... SO VILE!!! UGH!!!

But as I stared down... I seen thousands of innocents... innocent souls. Rukario's words may be vile... but could my father really... no... he will murder them all only because of the vile words of a single being...

CLIC!

CLAC!

RRRRRRRRRRRRR!

My eyes widened as the bottom of the cage containing the innocents opened and as the saws at the bottom of the Grinder activated. I seen the thousands of bodies fall... and slowly, the multi-colored mass slowly turned into crimson juice as heads and limbs flied about... and in the space of a few minutes, thousands and thousands of innocents had died...

FLASH!

"Father... would never murder so many people..." I protested...

"Your faith in him is strong... but he is nothing but a monster... Heartless he is." lies... lies... LIES!

Another sphere shattered... another sphere appeared...

FLASH!

An old radio in a dirty, cheap bar somewhere. It's awfully hot and dry here... almost like in a desert...

"News flash! Dark Vortex strikes again! The sinister Shadow Pokemon syndicate attacked Orre in force yesterday, slaughtering the populations of the newly-built Garlet Town and Minerial City. The cities had been completely destroyed, leaving only ruins behind. More than five thousands bodies were found and many bodies were never found." I listened to the radio, gulping.

I was nothing more than a common Skitty belonging to a random man. The man frowned and turned to the barman. "Hey! What is the Elite Four doing?!? Why didn't our local forces dealt with that Ice Mask and his goons already! At this rate... all of Orre will be destroyed!"

The old man lowered his eyes. He seemed sad, full of regrets... "Oh... why didn't Wes and the other Shadow Hunters killed that Shadow Lugia? They should have know that it had faked out being purified... that it would join with that Ice Mask guy and help them restore the rule of terror of Darkness over those parts! If only Wes was still alive... if only he had not been eliminated, along with all the Shadow Hunters..."

The man turned to me, a bit sad. "Don't worry Skitty... I've accumulated money. As soon as we receive our next pay... we're outta this dump! We're going to Kanto, Skitty! The Ketchum family rules as Pokemon League Champions through the generations, there! They say that those guys are invincible! I'm sure that with the help of Kanto's Pokemon trainers... Dark Vortex will be driven out of our lands, just like Cypher was!"

I meowed sadly, understanding everything... I felt... full of despair. The land of my birth, devastated by this awful, awful Legendary Pokemon of Darkness and his armies of demonic Shadow Pokemon.

Ice Mask to humans, Mewtwo to Pokemon... he remained the same... pure, sheer Evil. Why was he destroying everything? What was he seeking? What were the Legendary Pokemon doing?!? Why didn't the Chosen One appeared already? Has Ho-oh given up on the world? Did the current Ketchum forget his Pokemon trainer license at home? What is doing the current member of the line of the great Pikachu Raystar Lightheart, the famous Pokemon who had, alongside the great Ash Ketchum, put an end to the schemes of so many evil humans and Pokemon?

CLANG!

The door was slammed wide open as a young human boy raced inside. His eyes were wide open with terror... "EVERYONE! EVERYONE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! DARK VORTEX IS..."

The boy could never finish his sentence that to everyone's horror, a Vine Whip tentacle pierced right through the child's chest. The child whispered something, calling for help and the child was brought outside, stuck at the end of the whip.

"Re... re... relax buddy!" whispered my trainer, trembling just as much as I was.

BOOOM!!!

Two horrific figures broke through the wall and landed in front of me. I... I... those things... were horrific...

A dragon of some sort, about twice my trainer's size, covered in purple flames. Next to the dragon, a Pokemon trainer with blood-red, empty eyes, his entire skin covered in flames...

"Dar... Dar... Dark Vortex..." whispered my trainer...

I was scared stiff... and I knew that this was the end... I lied down on my stomach and lowered my head, in submission, crying... "Please... Spare my trainer's life... I do not care if you capture me and transform me into a Shadow Pokemon but please... please let Jonathan go..."

The dragon approached me, a sadistic, evil grin on his face... his black, empty eyes glowing with a lack of light... "No. We need... more blood... more souls..."

I closed my eyes as the dragon raised it's left foot above my head, preparing to deal the fatal blow...

FLASH!

Im... impossible...

My father... Mewtwo... was not the one responsible behind Dark Vortex... is it impossible... it just cannot be... he cannot be this atrocious monster... Ice Mask...

"Mewtwo and Ice Mask are the same person. There is a reason your father is feared. He is a horrific murderer, the mastermind behind the destruction of dozens of villages, the ruin of continents. He killed the descendants of the Legendary Pokemon, ending their holy lines, leaving only the Lugias alive. If he hadn't been caught... the carnage would have continued." you mock me... but... I... this cannot... no... please... please no...

I closed my eyes... and I remembered...

Derlank used to say that Dark Vortex, the most terrible of all organisations, had suddenly collapsed after it's leader had mysteriously disappeared.

... and the day it's leader disappeared... was the exact same day Julius caught Mewtwo.

Shadow King... Devil Pokemon... People feared the Vortex... the Dark Vortex... I had always thought that they spoke about a place where people went when they died... but this was not the case...

People cursed and sweared by telling each others to go to Dark Vortex... to run into it... to be caught by it... as if it was an organisation.

The pieces come together...

... and... no... Mew... couldn't have loved such a monster... she couldn't fell in love with... the master of Dark Vortex... with the leader of the Shadow Pokemon... of the Demons...

The son of the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness... yes...

... but the son of the Demon King, Ice Mask? No... this cannot be... it just cannot be...

"You are son of pure, sheer Evil." stated the cloaked Pokemon as it floated in front of me... and then, it floated closer and whispered in my ear...

"Pure Evil flows in your veins. You destroy everything you touch. You bring death everywhere. You are... pure Shadow." she stated.

NOT TRUE! NOT TRUE!... not... not...

I remember... all those I met... all those I met without exception... all dead... I lost everything... I directed my powers against everyone... I... I am...

I am a monster...

I have failed to keep my word. I failed to keep my promise. I hate everything and everyone, unleashing my anger on innocents at the first notice. I failed... miserably.

I have lost Derlank, faith in humanity, faith in Pokemon... Cherlie is dead, I betrayed Eliza's trust... mother is dead... father is pure Evil...

I have... nothing left...

Nothing... not even the slightest dream or hope.

I have lost... everything.

I felt... a hand touch my shoulder...

"How do you feel?" the Pokemon... it is there... I can hear it... it's voice is no longer mocking or triumphant...

"I... I have nothing left... I have lost everything..." I stated it...

"Everything? You still have something left... you still have something to believe in..." the Pokemon whispered...

I have something left? But... what?

I stared at my hands... and seen my tears... I have my sorrow and... and...

... and my Hatred.

My Hatred...

"The Poison courses inside of their veins... do you see it? The hypocritical Pokemon... the selfish humans... They all are sinful and evil... they hate you. They hate the Shadows... they hate whoever could undo their rule." it explained...

The Poison... I hate the Poison... I hate the Defect Trainers... the Pokemon trainers... the humans... the Pokeballs... the Pokemon League... the soulless Pokemon who follow them... the Pokemon's hypocritical stance on happiness and freedom... the wild Pokemon...

I hate... everything... AND EVERYONE!!!

I stood up, the terror flowing through me... and the fear no longer gripped my heart. I seen everything... in red... the sun is red with blood... the blood of fools...

"Someone must cleanse the world of the Poison. Someone must consume all those infected by the Poison..." the hidden Pokemon continued on...

I know that... but what force could be powerful enough to destroy the Poison? No force could ever challenge the might of the Pokemon League... no force except...

... except the demons... except the Darkness, the Shadows! Dark Vortex!

Dark Vortex...

My right eye twitches with anger... my Hatred flows through my veins and give me strength! Dark Vortex... will destroy this foolish world and all of it's unworthy inhabitants! No one shall escape my wrath... NO ONE!

I will become a Shadow of Dark Vortex... I will become the new Shadow King... the new King of Darkness! I will be the new Demon King! The new Devil Pokemon! I will destroy everything AND EVERYONE!!!

I pointed at the cloaked Pokemon. "You... you have outlived your usefulness! Now... PAY FOR YOUR SINS!!!"

A real torrent of dark flames came out of my fingers... it surprised even myself. A real inferno came out... a large stream of purple, unnatural flames... and quickly the cloaked creature was engulfed in fire... and then, a cruel, cold laugh echoed as the creature vanished into Darkness... my own laugh...

"Burn... BURN!!! BURN FOR YOU WILL ALL BE CONSUMED BY MY HATRED! Hahahaaha... Gwahaahaahahaa... MUWAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!!"

I will... DESTROY EVERYTHING!

...

"For a second, I thought you might fail again..." I hate you! Vile bird voice!

"Your word is Fate. Everything goes as you have predicted it..." I hate you too, vile female voice!

Those crimson eyes... they filled me with fury! I swear it! Someday... I WILL RIP YOUR EYES OFF AND CRUSH THEM WHILE YOU BEG FOR MERCY... AND I WILL LAUGH! AND LAUGH! AND LAUGH!!!

URRRRRGH!!! IT MAKES ME SO MAD!!! WHY IS THAT STUPID CREATURE GRINNING?!? SHOW YOURSELF! REVEAL YOURSELF! I WILL DESTROY YOUUUUUUUU!!!

AAAAAARG!!!

=TO BE CONTINUED