Within a dark dystopia located only 10 short years into the future, an organization is running the world like a machine. An underground force hidden within their capital is gearing up to bring them down. They killed her parents. They destroyed her home. They stole her brother's mind and spirit, trapping his soul within a maze of metal. They took away everything that was important to her. And she is going to annihilate them.
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My name is pronounced [suhb-lihm-ecks] with a short I sound.
Thunder crashes inside my head. Lightning sears my chest with every breath. I'm lying on some sort of table. Its cool surface does little to relieve the agony coursing through my veins.
I hear voices. Words are spoken, their meanings escaping my cloudy mind. I struggle to open my eyes, catching a glimpse of light before pain slams them shut again. The voices stop. Something cold presses against my limp arms. The pain begins to recede. W...what's happening...?
Cold envelops my body. The voices rise. What are they saying? What are they doing to me?!? I feel numb. Why?!? The cold is pressed on my face. No! They can't--! A flash of blue, and then...
Oh great, not another seven-line chapter, legendary pokemon namesake writer.
"Careful man, anti-greatman talk can get you in some serious trouble" - Dan
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I think I am going to post one chapter every 10 days. Does that sound reasonable? Don't worry, the chapters will be long.
"Well, when I draw, I dont draw to make it simple, I draw to show people what I can do"
The surface of the black ebony sky was marred by a single cloud. Not even the wind dared to disturb the deserted streets of Deteze's transportation district. A squadron of Yanma Metallix patrolled the streets unseen. Thermal and motion sensors implanted within their glowing blue eyes scanned the streets for any sign of life. None of the mechanically enhanced bug-types noticed a flicker of movement inside an abandoned alleyway.
Breath in, Breathe out. Focus on your objective. Focus on what you are doing. A lone figure, almost indiscernible from the shadowy walls of the alley, took a deep breath.
What is your purpose? Why must you do this? The figure moved slowly away from the shadows' edge. A lone Metallix near the alley turned towards the sudden blip on its radar.
Devote your entire being to your purpose. Focus on achieving your desire. A pair of brilliant green eyes flashed open. The Yanma sounded a warning signal.
A loud crunching sound echoed across the empty street as a Metallix smashed against an iron fist. Alarms were triggered and blared off all over the street. More Yanma began streaming in from all corners of the district, their wings glowing the deadly blue of an energy attack. Waves of attackers began a deadly spiral towards the exposed figure now standing in the middle of the road. Two pairs of silver claws rose slowly, shining faintly in the moonlight. The figure began to charge the oncoming wave with complete confidence, gaining speed and power with every step. Chaos erupted as the two forces collided above the abandoned district.
Claws and metal battled for supremacy. The figure was a whirlwind of devastation, lashing out and fracturing whatever metal it's legs and fists came in contact to. The Yanma, swift and deadly fighters, striking and momentarily paralyzing the figure's exposed arms and head. This dance of destruction weaved in and out through the increasing debris of the street, both forces equally matched in strength. One thing was overlooked, however. The Yanma's commander was not in the fray.
The Metallix Yanmega watched it's troops from a nearby alley way. It buzzed a command to a nearby underling, unnoticed by the rest of the combatants. The Yanmega issued a silent order to the Yanma. Headquarters would want information on this attack. No one noticed a single Yanma leap back into the melee, not to fight. Three pictures were transmitted to the main computer before the Yanma's eyes were sliced in half by a razor sharp claw.
The battle royal had reached an uneasy cease-fire. Metallix buzzed high above the black buildings in an uncertain clump, waiting for the figure's next strike. The figure itself stood in the middle of the street, breathing hard but ready to fight on. An almost silent beeping began to emit from where the Yanmega was concealed. Its soldiers took up the call, their wings turning from blue to red. Headquarters had issued an increase of power; this was no low-level troublemaker. Two bright green eyes widened in surprise and shock, but quickly slammed shut by the explosion that erupted from the enraged Yanma's wings.
Glass was shattered throughout the street as Sonic Booms capable of absolute destruction blasted from the wave of Yanma. The pursued figure jumped to avoid being crushed by the collapsing buildings that now surrounded it. Giant blocks of concrete were ripped from the street and thrust through the air like meteors. Jumping, the figure was darting to a nearby rooftop when a 300 lb. chunk of building slammed into its side. The figure fell silently to the devastated ground.
Yanmas buzzed around the fallen figure in a swarm of red and silver. A wall of dust shrouded the street in billowing gray clouds. The Yanmega watched for its underlings to return with the body, patiently awaiting the inevitable. Yanma Metallix were programmed to track, stun, and pursue their targets until they were too exhausted to run or terminated. The Yanmega continued to wait, waiting for when the Yanmas would carry out the body of their attacker. They had never failed before; this time would be no different. Something began to shine out of the dust. A dull, silver…metallic shine. The Yanmega readied itself to relay a message back to Headquarters. Its programmers would figure out what to do with its capture.
A Yanma shot out of the dust, but not of it's own accord. The Yanmega darted to the side as it's own minion shattered against the wall. Yanmas began to fly out of the dust, cracked, bruised, and broken. A faint outline rose out of the dust. The small amounts of moonlight that finally managed to penetrate the dust revealed the outline of two long, tapered ears and a v-shaped tail. Recognition flashed in the Yanmega's memory drives. Zangoose. This was its final thought before it's life supports shattered from the claws that now protruded from its head.
The figure stood amidst the wreckage, silently surveying the decimated Metallix that littered the street. It stooped down to the Yanmega and ripped the lenses from its mechanical eyes. "I'll be taking that, thank you very much." A sickening crack echoed across the street as the lens was yanked from its position. Red clashed with silver, between the facial and body plates of the Metallix a small shard of the actual Yanmega was revealed. The Zangoose stiffened, staring at the exposed flesh in stunned horror. Complete silence dominated the battle-scarred street. Muffled alarms sounded in the distance, and the Zangoose raced off into the night.
"Try having breakfast for dinner. You can thank me later"-Death from some game that I wont say its name because it might be too "immature".
"...no other issues along the eastern perimeter"
"Excellent. Anything else?"
"No sir. The rest of the east is quiet."
A pair of glowing red eyes watched silently as the honorable (and slightly overweight) Higher Overseer of Eastern Boarders and Facilities, Oliver J. Munt, sat back down in his custom made platinum gilded council chair. The Lower Overseer of Eastern Boarders and Facilities finished typing out the High Overseer's report and swiped his hand across the silver touch screen to store it in the computer's data drives. All eyes returned to a shadowy silhouette lurking at the head of the council. The silhouette spoke.
"Hrm...yes...right away...sir!" Tyle Rockwell, Lower Overseer of Northern Borders and Facilities leapt to attention in a bundle of spindly arms and legs.
"Lower Overseer..." the shady figure rose to his feet, long robes obscuring everything but his hands. "…where is your superior?"
"T-the Higher Overseer was not ab-ble to attend this meeting, s-sir." stuttered the flustered Lower Overseer. "A, um, m-matter arose in...in the Towers, sir. He expresses his most humble apologies--"
"Tsk. That's a problem, isn't it?" The shadow's smug voice was laced with poison spears that dug into the shaking Lower in waves.
"Well, we have ways of fixing that. I want him back here, if you wouldn't mind." Tyle flustered and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Of course...sir!" He spun around to face the Leavanny Metallix standing coldly in the darkness behind him.
"Send for Mr. Randal Karon, Higher Overseer of--"
"Oh for CRYIN' OUT LOUD!" roared the shadow. " If you wanna command a Metallix, DO IT RIGHT!" He took a deep breath, and yelled, "GET ME THE FREAKIN' NORTHERN OVERSEER NOW!"
Every Metallix in the room jumped at the command and rushed to every exit available. A Dustox blasted a vent shaft off it's hinges with a jolt from it's electrified wings and zoomed up the air duct while a Scizor kicked a hole in the wall, sending debris flying everywhere as it hurtled through. Within moments the room was completely Metallix-free, except for one. The Gallade Metallix was about to bolt for the door when it's master stopped it.
"If he doesn't comply, or was trying to ditch, well, persuade him, OK?" whispered the figure. With a cold nod the Gallade vanished from the room as quickly as smoke.
"Well then!" the shadow cried, turning to face his inferiors. "Now that that's taken care of, shall we continue?" His ironic cheerful tone was met with blank confounded stares from the rest of the Board of Overseers.
"Oh, and can somebody get that hole fixed? It's letting in the heat."
A frazzled Lower Overseer excused herself and walked out the scratched door in the direction of the Maintenance Offices.
"Yay. Now, where were we...ah, Overseer Meyers?"
A woman with deep fuchsia hair stood rigidly and nodded to her Lower, who readied his hands over the keyboard.
"Our Western borders are currently very quiet at the moment, with very little action of merit occurring inside or out of Dezete." she spoke, formally and without expression.
"Vehicle production has almost doubled in rate at over fifteen of our largest factories, and our machinery foundries are functioning at over top speed..."
Her voice blurred into low murmurs, almost indiscernible from the silence that captivated the room's occupants. Not really paying attention, or caring at all about how awesome Dezete's factories were, the silhouette relaxed back in his chair and zoned out.
Perfect. he thought. Just perfect. That little commotion over that Western guy, Randal-what's-his-face, was pretty annoying, but that'll be resolved soon enough.
He looked up at the ceiling. The grid patterned flecks of blue that indicated the room was powered reflected dully off the mechanical screens that gave him the power of sight. Memories floated to the surface of his mind, memories of the old days, when he was trapped. Chained. Kept on a leash for those stupid Military crackpots. Despite his normally frigid personality, he found himself chuckling under his breath. Oh, revenge was sweet all right.
I told you! he thought, smugly. You said you'd always control me! You thought you'd always have me to give you power! Well, look at what I've done! You wimps couldn't even imagine what I've managed to do with you precious "government"! Ha, I win!
His train of thought leapt the track though, when he realized what the Overseer was saying.
"...although there was a slight disturbance in the lower transportation district this evening--"
The entire Board of Overseers almost jumped out of their seats at the commander's sudden outburst.
"WHADDAYA MEAN WE HAD A DISTURBANCE? THERE'S NO WAY THAT COULD HAPPEN! WHAT KIND OF OVERSEER ARE YOU?!? WHAT WAS TAKEN? WHO DID IT?"
"I, ah, it was..." blustered the Overseer.
"TELL ME, WOMAN!"
Silence slammed the room in a blast of awkwardness and confusion. Overseers of all four directions gawked at their leader in a mixture of shocked revulsion. The figure stared right back at them, whether he was embarrassed or not, it didn't show through the plethora of bandages wrapped around his face. He took a deep breath and sat back down.
The humiliated Overseer nodded blankly and continued speaking.
"A routine s-surveillance..." she began haltingly. She cleared her throat and began again. " A routine surveillance of our lower Transportation District conducted earlier this evening was interrupted about halfway through the process. The squadron of Yanma Metallix assigned to the mission was attacked around 22:07 hours by an unknown hostile force."
"Do we have any documentation of the attacker?" queried an Overseer in the corner.
"Yes, we do." she replied, signaling her assistant. He activated an icon on the edge of his touch screen and a flat beam of energy flowed upward from the center of the table. All eyes turned to face the flickering hologram.
"These pictures were captured by one of the Metallix before it was destroyed." continued the Overseer. Several images of a battle torn street filled with mechanical Yanma popped up on the screen.
"We have not yet identified the attacker, but our teams are working on finding and eliminating this potential threat as soon as possible,” she concluded. The shadow frowned.
"Did you think to enhance the images, Overseer?" he asked matter-of-factly. The Overseer blinked in surprise.
"Of course, sir. We only had a few moments to examine them before this meeting, though. The images were taken at too fast a pace and--"
Her voice died in her throat as the figure snapped his fingers. Without acknowledging her, he swiped his forefinger across the touch screen to gain control of the images. Scrolling down the side, the image zoomed in closer and closer, towards a Yanma in the middle of the picture with half it's head shattered.
The Yanma's head now took up the entire screen, pixilated and blurry.
"Enhance." commanded the silhouette. It obeyed and revealed the Yanma's head in more detail. There was still a silver blur protruding out of its head.
"Enhance." the figure repeated. Small shards of shrapnel ripped from the Metallix were now visible, but the blur still remained a blur.
Bright white light flashed across the screen, then faded. Two long silver claws were implanted deep within the Yanma's skull. The shadow smiled an evil smile.
"Identify." Light lit up the screen once again. When the light had faded, an image of a red and white fox-like creature was displayed.
"Zangoose." reported a lifeless female voice. "Fast and clever. Main source of defense: long claws on both hands. Metallix: Yes. Wild: Zero."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you our attacker,” grinned the figure, maliciously.
Overseers murmured in surprise at this new development, calling to their Metallix.
"But sir!" cried Tyle. "I thought we eliminated all wild Pokémon years ago!"
The shadow focused his red eyes on Tyle's forehead, "I think you may find, Lower Overseer, that some things refuse to let themselves disappear. Become obsolete!"
"Of c-course, sir!" Tyle shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small black sphere. "I'll have my Metallix track it down right--"
"Tyle..." the silhouette growled. Silence descended in a sudden hush upon the room once again. “Our oh-so-mysterious attacker, which I discovered, without any help from you useless dweebs, is a Zangoose." He rose to his feet and began to pace the room's rectangular perimeter. "We need something that is capable of thinking like one. Something that knows enough to track it down."
All eyes turned to the Southern Overseer, who was seated at the far end of the table.
"Overseer Ranston, I'm going to borrow your lead Metallix for a while. Would you be so kind as to summon it?" asked the figure in mock formality.
"Of course, sir." The Overseer bowed and made a two-fingered swish in the air. Something silver and glowing blue melted out of the shadows behind him. A Zangoose Metallix stood ready to strike, standing stiffly and emotionless, it's ear and forearm markings glowing a deadly electric blue. Like all Metallix, it's eyes were slashes of black screen illuminated with burning blue pupils. The figure turned to face its puppet.
"Metallix. Track down and destroy the criminal in Western Transportation District sector N-27. Do whatever it takes to--" He cut himself off. "No. On second thought...I want it alive. No use wasting perfectly good Metallix material." For the second time that day, he found himself laughing under his breath. The Zangoose nodded and sprinted out the door.
"Well, I take it that's all you have for me? Anything else?" The shadow's questions were met with deathly silence.
"Good. Now go away,” he snarled. The room cleared out in less than ten seconds, the only signs that seven humans had even been there were the slightly spinning chairs left behind. Before there was time for them to stop spinning, the Gallade Metallix barreled through the door, carrying a limp human figure.
"Ah, Mr. Karon." The figure's mouth curled into a twisted smile. "Let's chat, shall we?"
Chk. Chka. Klik. Two paws jumped across a wide touchscreen keyboard with surprising ease. The let paw began tapping out a complicated rhythm on the numbers located in the corner. "Access Denied" reflected off the light blue computer screen into a Riolu's eyes. The Riolu shrugged and smacked the screen with her right paw. Flashing green letters proclaimed "Access Granted". A grin flickered on the Riolu's lips as she slid her paw across the touchscreen to "enter". Something in the shadows flickered behind her neck.
Oblivious, the Riolu continued working. Her eyes never left the glowing screens, even as a dark outline emerged from the darkness beyond. Two claws were raised, and a long eared, fang bearing head loomed over the Riolu. She didn't even flinch.
"Hey, Jaz. Wassup?" The Riolu turned to face the Zangoose, completely unfazed. "How'd ya do?"
"Fine. Can I turn the lights on? How can you stand it so dark in here?" The Zangoose flipped a switch and the room was illuminated by a single yellow light.
It wasn't a very big room, just four square walls and a battered staircase leading to a trapdoor lodged in the ceiling. Computers lined the far wall, random bits of machinery scattered all over their desks. A shabby old couch was thrown against the wall opposite the computers next to an outdated refrigerator. The Zangoose collapsed on the couch with a loud sigh.
"How'd it go?" asked the Riolu, adjusting the goggles strapped around her head while swiveling her chair.
"Average," replied the Zangoose, removing the deep purple scarves covering her mouth and forearms.
"Like, 'Whatever I don't care' average, or 'I'm tired go away' average?"
"Sandra..." growled the Zangoose, looking very menacing and extremely ticked off.
"Jazmine..." mimicked Sandy, imitating a mouth with her right paw. Jazmine sighed and flopped her head on the ragged arm of the couch.
"You got somethin' for me?" asked Sandy, jumping down from her perch at the computer.
"Here." Jazmine thrust the Yanmega lenses towards the Riolu's waiting paws. "WOOT!"
As Sandy rushed off to the cluttered worktable in the corner, Jazmine pulled herself off the couch and into a standing position. She limped over to the fridge and yanked it open. The inside was black as a dark type's heart. Jazmine groaned. She rammed her fist into the side of the fridge. The dull blue power-strips connecting it to the wall flashed to life. Yellow light began pouring out of the fridge.
"Does everything have to be smack-activated around here?"
"Huh?" Sandy spun around to face this threat to her technology.
"Nothing!...Do we have any ice?"
"Ice?" Sandy stared at Jazmine quizzically. "Why would you need---oh crap." Sandy began to freak out. "You didn't get hurt, did you?"
Jazmine turned back to the feebly functioning fridge. "I'm fine!" assured Jazmine, patting Sandy on the head in an attempt to calm her. "I just got a little knocked around, that's all."
"Okay then!" Sandy returned to the worktable and continued to fiddle with the lenses as if nothing had happened.
Jazmine shook her head in irritation and returned to shifting around the contents of the fridge's freezer. She eventually came across a small pack of ice squashed in the very back between a stray piece of machinery and some weird squishy green thing. Jazmine made a small noise of disgust and moved quickly away. Once she had managed to limp back to the couch, she collapsed like a stringless puppet on to it's steel grey surface. Sandy's paws made quiet clicking noises as she tinkered with the looted lenses in the corner. Jazmine held the ice to her side where the chunk of wall had hit her, giving a relaxed sigh as the cold dulled the pain.
Sandy stopped working and turned around again. "You sure you're okay?"
Jazmine looked at her young cohort, who seemed genuinely concerned this time. Sandy was annoying, demanding, and a hassle to keep around in general, but Jazmine needed her. And not just for her skills with technology.
"I'm fine, Sandy."
A comfortable silence encompassed the small room. Jazmine leaned back and let her body relax in the peaceful atmosphere, the first time she had let her guard down since her confrontation with the Yanma. Sandy's paws clicked softly in the corner, all sounds were muffled and vague as if the world had called a temporary cease-fire.
"HEY! You cheated me!" Sandy's loud shout shattered the silence as quickly as it had come.
"This lens is cracked! You promised me two good ones! How d'ya expect me t' make a full functioning set of laser goggles with a broken lense?!?"
"Ugh." Jazmine buried her head in her arms in an attempt to block out Sandy's rantings. She was done with the world for today.
"Fine, fine. I'll leave 'ya alone." Sandy returned to working and silence descended once again, this time tense and uneasy.
Jazmine turned her head to the side in absentminded contemplation. The blue lights of Sandy's computers blurred into the dark shadows of the corners, and the memories couldn't stop coming...
Last edited by Darkrai497; 24th October 2011 at 12:23 AM.
About 10 years ago, a group calling themselves "Ultimatum" emerged and began to make themselves known in the political and economical worlds. Promising to improve everything, from technology to the education system, Ultimatum's movement attracted worldwide attention and gained much support. At first the world was sceptic about whether they would actually manage it or not, but when Ultimatum's new security system managed to capture a notorious jewel thief, many opinions changed. Ultimatum soon gained control over almost every aspect of the world, commanding the media and dominating the economy. Their name was known as the "Leaders of a New Age", and well respected by all. Many of the world's most powerful families flocked to join in this rising superpower, and for a while it seemed like things were looking up. Until the Plague struck.
A mysterious sickness began to claim the world's Pokemon in mass numbers. Trainers would lose their entire teams within months, Pokemon Centers were overloaded with suffering Pokemon as frazzled professors and nurses tried to find a cure. The world became panicked, would this phantom killer affect people too?
Ultimatum promised the people that their scientists were working on a cure and would be able to save their beloved companions, but asked for trainers to submit their infected Pokemon as test subjects. Thousands agreed, and the world's Pokemon vanished into Ultimatum's laboratories, some never to return. Not as normal Pokemon, anyway. Ultimatum revealed their true motive after the world's governments were weakened from lack of security Pokemon. Striking at the cores of the weakened politicians was painfully easy for Ultimatum, especially with their new weapon: The Metallix.
Sleek, efficient, and deadly accurate, the Metallix was simply a metal shell that encompassed a live Pokemon. These shells reproduce all functions of life, while increasing a Pokemon's attack, speed, and strategy. Pokemon inside a Metallix are kept in a state of sedation while the metal armor keeps them alive, leaving the Pokemon a mindless vegetable if ever removed from it's life supports. The world didn't stand a chance. Metallix, unlike the Pokemon within them, are completely loyal to their commanders and have no minds of their own. Ultimatum soon controlled the entire globe with their technology. Those Pokemon that managed to survive the Plague and tried to run from Ultimatum's influence were hunted down and eventually turned into Metallix.
"...he...he had to leave."
"Where'd he go?"
"...Heaven. Daddy went to Heaven, to see Mommy."
"Oh. When's he coming back?"
"...he's not, Jazzie. Dad...Daddy's not coming back."
Jazmine panted, breathing hard. The memories were coming in short ragged gasps now, forgotten screams searing through Jazmine's mind like ice. They...they were running...
"Chaze, what's happening?"
"It's gonna be okay, Jazzie. Everything's fine."
"Why's that guy chasin' us?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
It was raining, lightning tearing across the obsidian sky. Two Zangoose were racing through the saturated streets, the taller one pulling the smaller one along.
"Why are you running away? Where're we goin'?"
"It's okay Jazzie. We're gonna be fine. Don't let go."
"I won't. I'll always hold yo' hand."
A flash of metal blurred in their path, and the older Zangoose was sent sprawling across the road. From the darkness emerged a Gallade Metallix. It's knife-like elbows glowed blue with deadly energy.
The Metallix charged the younger Zangoose, poised for a cross-strike to her chest.
A harsh clang echoed through the street as the older Zangoose's claws deflected the blow. The Metallix turned to face it's new opponent, only mildly distracted. The Zangoose was standing in a painful stance, teeth clenched and claws raised.
"Go, Jazzie! Keep going!"
"GO NOW! I'll be okay! Don't worry! JUST GO!"
With an aching look backwards, the small Zangoose ran down the road away from the commencing battle, the rain pelting her fur in freezing blades. Sounds of combat reverberated off the imposing metal buildings as she sprinted away from danger. Her brother cried out in pain from behind her, and she spun around in alarm. The older Zangoose collapsed to the ground, his right ear shining liquid scarlet. The Metallix's elbow blades were tinged with blood. It turned to face it's remaining target, but she had vanished into the night's dark deluge.
Back in the present, Jazmine's eyes flashed open. She was still in the room, with Sandy, not running through the shady streets of Dezete. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. It's only a memory, only a memory...she thought. To her surprise, her face felt wet. She raised her hand to her cheeks. They were sopping wet with leaking tears. Sandy whirled around in oblivion to her companion's heartache.
"Hey Jazmine, do we have any--" her eyes widened as she noticed the steam of liquid pouring out of Jazmine's eyes. "Why are you crying?"
Jazmine wiped the moisture off her face with the back of her hand. Her brother's final scream of pain roared in her ears. "...we can't keep doing this," she muttered.
Sandy cocked her head quizzically.
"We can't keep striking on the outside and melt back into the shadows!" Jazmine continued, her voice rising in power. "I want to make a mark for once! Destroying a squadron of Yanma Metallix isn't gonna do it!" Jazmine's hands clenched into tight fists. "WE ARE THE ONLY WILD POKEMON LEFT HERE!" she roared, her green eyes blazing. "WE CAN'T LET THOSE ULTIMATUM MONSTERS KEEP DESTROYING PEOPLE LIKE--" her voice died in her throat.
"...like what?" asked Sandy.
"I'll be okay! Don't worry!"
Jazmine buried her face in her hands. "Like...
Like my brother."
"Well, when I draw, I dont draw to make it simple, I draw to show people what I can do"