Jaffa
2nd December 2003, 12:07 PM
Hi... Welcome to my latest Fic... Run Rockets, Run!
I'm not really sure what this fic really is, or whether it can be defined... :rolleyes: But it's definately not a Trainer-going-round-gyms-and-onto-the-league type story.
It is in the Game/Anime Universe... However, the events in the Anime may not co-inside with the story (relating to the anime's main characters) or the game even, so I warn you now, don't come complaining to me when Ash, May, Brock OR EVEN Max have caught something, and I've not got it down... And seeing as most of it might not be true to the anime episodes... There won't really be any chance of me making Spoilers... :P :D
BTW, there is something a bit of suggestive-ness... So anybody feels affected by that certain issue raised in my story, please go talk to someone... There are people out there willing to help you... Phone-lines, Councillors, lots of stuff...
Now onto the show:
Run Rocket, Run!
Prologue
A beach... A narrow, white beach... Shells, Coconuts and odd bits of seaweed were scattered about the shore. An Old Man is walking down towards a lovely tropical chalet, but he stops. He can see a figure lying in the sand... A young teenage boy in a tattered, strange-looking uniform…
Chapter 1: The End of an Era
A dark island across a stormy sea, a giant mound of electrical wizardry and mechanical mayhem towering over the surrounding blue...
Inside the tallest tower stood a man of power, the leader of some of the most powerful criminals in the whole of Kanto, Johto, The Orange Islands and soon, Hoenn: Giovanni. He stood on a platform, towering above almost a hundred Grunts, Scientists and Executives...
Behind Giovanni, locked away in a glass encasement, lay an un-natural being of might... Its body slowly pulsing, the dangling and malformed appendages... The sheer horror that lay before them struck fear into all of them...
...Except one...
...A young person standing at the very back of the room, with a Persian and a Vulpix, both sitting next to him... This boy was barely 16... His face hidden by his long fringe and puffy beret-styled hat; his cold, grey eyes staring into nothing-ness.
Even though he was zoning, the youth spoke... "He is signalling for you, my friend..." his almost toneless voice echoed in their own little world, away from the sea of evil that flowed in front of them, "He must want to show you off..." he laughed...
He bent down and gently rubbed the classy cat under the chin lovingly, then pushed it on its way... It looked forward; the man was stamping his foot and pointing beside him.
The Persian looked back with a pleading look in it's eyes "Meow?"
"Just go to him, you’re his, not mine!" the Boy snapped
"Meowmeow..." it sighed.
The Vulpix then got to its feet, walked over to the cat, and gave it a gentle Lick, followed by a cheerful "Vul!"
The Persian perked up, licked the Fox back, and then dashed towards the Rocket Boss, quickly zooming round the stairwell up to its owner.
"FINALLY!" cried the Irate Boss.
The sound reverberated through the massive hall. The Persian looked at its claws as its owner went into a rant, the vein in his forehead looking as it was about to pop.
"...Though I wish you were..." the boy whispered as a single tear rolled down his pale white cheek.
"I've always had to look after everything... And I didn't even do THAT right according to him..." he though to himself... "Luckily he can't remember the one thing that REALLY got him mad..."
"MACKENZIE!" came a deep-throated scream.
"COMING!" the Boy called back. He started to saunter towards the tower Giovanni was standing on, gently calling "Vulpix," he whistled "Come on Vulpix, good girl!"
"WHILE WE'RE YOUNG!" Giovanni cried again.
“YES, ALRIGHT ALREADY!” Mackenzie cried back, “I’M NOT DEAF!”
He reached the stairwell, and like a flash, he dashed up the turnstile.
“What do you want?” he asked when he reached the top
“For you to STOP SOFTENING COMPANY POKEMON!” he spluttered. “How on earth are my operatives supposed to do their jobs if their pokemon WON’T DO ANYTHING TO OTHER POKEMON OR HUMANS?!”
“All I’m doing is being compassionate towards them while I do SOMEONE ELSES JOB!” Mackenzie screamed back “I’M HERE AS A POKEMON ATTACK RESEARCHER, NOT BABYSITTER FOR ALL YOUR LITTLE DETRUCTION MACHINES!”
A ringing, deafening silence befell the hall, only disrupted by the twisted and strangulated heartbeat of the being that lay in the chamber.
“Well,” snorted Giovanni, “It’s nice to know that you don’t get everything from your mother!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” questioned the young Rocket
“I always knew you had my fiery temper…” he snickered.
“Don’t respond,” Mackenzie thought to himself, as he lowered his head to look at Vulpix, “It’s just a trick to show he’s right!”
“Mack,” he said, now in a puzzlingly cheerful tone “My little Mack, what’s wrong?” Giovanni slowly went to lift his son’s chin up, but almost instantly:
“Keep your filthy, incestuous, abusive hands OFF ME!!” Mack bellowed, smacking his father’s hand back towards him, hard and sharp. He glared at his father.
Giovanni rubbed his hand, it stinged like hell, but it had worked, and he slowly began to laugh.
His father’s laughter was just what it took for it to dawn on Mack,
“Great,” he though “I took the bait,”
“Dammit!” he hissed, just above a whisper. “I’m so stu…”
…SMACK…!
His sentence had been cut short by an almighty backhander he received from his father… He was flung to the floor, and both Persian and Vulpix came to his side.
“How DARE you bring THAT up,” he hissed, “And HERE, of all places!”
The crowd bellow was murmuring now. Giovanni panicked.
“What if they heard?” the thoughts rushed through his head “I could be discredited or worse… They might mutiny… They might side with him…”
“Right, you leaving, I want you to take a group of five and do fieldwork around the Hoenn region,” he whispered, almost sounding conspiratorially “I only have two bungling agents there setting up a branch office, rendezvous with them and help!”
“Okay…” Mackenzie sighed.
“Goodie, first babysitting, now fieldwork…” he thought, “What next, company laundry service?”
Mack got to his feet and dusted himself off. His cheek was throbbing like no tomorrow…
“There will be a helicopter ready for your departure with a team assembled,” snarled Giovanni, “And don’t come back until you’ve set up a region office and knocked the rival teams out of business!”
“Yes father,” sighed Mack. He pulled out a decorated pokeball, covered in flames, “Return Vulpix.”
Vulpix smiled as it was engulfed by a red light, and returned to the ball in a small beam.
Giovanni moved stepped towards his son, a pulled him in for a less-than-willing hug. Giovanni then whispered in his son’s ear, “And when you get back, we’ll ‘celebrate’, ‘kay?”
Mack said nothing; he simply pushed himself out of his father’s arms and shuddered.
Giovanni let out a small laugh at his sons reaction, and watched as he hoped on the stairwell rail, and slid down to the bottom. He then returned to face the murmuring crowd,
“LADIES, GENTLEMEN, ESTIMED COLLEGUES, Mindless Grunts…” he cried, “I welcome you to the unveiling of our latest experiment… The result of our first look into space research… To tell more, I give you Doctor…”
Mack stopped listening; he didn’t care about his father’s latest scheme in whatever. All he really knew was it wasn’t the first time his father had done something like this, and that it had ended up destroying two bases, and resulted in half the force suffering from amnesia…
He rushed out of the massive hall and into a small metal corridor. He could hear the operative keeping check on his father’s experiment. He could two operatives going through the ropes…
“He’s signalled for us to release The M.S.V.P.”
“I’m raising the protective shield, now!”
“Attaching Control Mechanism,”
“Wait, I think… There’s a malfunction… The control mechanism’s failed…”
“Typical!” Mack thought, “Nothing can ever go smoothly for him. I best get out before it gets any worse!”
Mackenzie dashed through the corridor to a blast door, which for some reason was closing…
“That’s weird, that shouldn’t be happening…” He thought “Unless…”
Mack stopped thinking and jumped through the door, just before it managed to seal itself…
“Phew!” Mack thought, as he got up to dust himself off. He looked round.
“Good,” he thought “The helicopter is prepped to go, the storm is clearing up, and the blast door’s melting…”
Mack Paused, then let out a wail as the blast door turned into a thick goop.
“AGENT BLACKWATER!” came a cry from the helicopter “WHAT’S GOING…”
He must have seen the blast door, because the figure at the Copter’s door turned white as a bed-sheet…
“RUN!” He screamed. Mack turned and the melted door simply folded away, revealing the most horrific scene he had ever seen or thought about…
There stood (well, floated) the thing from the chamber… A Red body, with bits of green and black, all hidden under massive amounts of blood and the odd internal organ here and there. Below lay the bodies of several mutilated Rockets and their Pokemon, Two figures stood out especially…
“DAD! PERSIAN! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Mack glared at his fathers killer, staring it straight in the eyes (Well, in its face really, god-knows where its friggin’ eyes are!). It simply stared back, and let out a strangulated scream
“HhshhSssuuUUuUUuUMMMnnnmAAaaAANnns!!! Hhhusuhuuuumannnnss musmsut ppppaaiaaiiiIIyyyyyyyyyy!!!”
And with that, it’ two tentacle-like appendages for a left arm were flung back… Mack felt himself being dragged away… But he couldn’t really seem to focus… Everything was going black… Black… Black………………
_________________
That's Chapter 1... Chapter 2 is hinted at somewhere... I leave you to guess...
Once again... If affected by the issue raised in the story, look for help...
I have chapter 2 ready and waiting in the wings... I'm just waiting for some constructive critism, which is welcomed and very much appreciated, and will help me greatly
I'm not really sure what this fic really is, or whether it can be defined... :rolleyes: But it's definately not a Trainer-going-round-gyms-and-onto-the-league type story.
It is in the Game/Anime Universe... However, the events in the Anime may not co-inside with the story (relating to the anime's main characters) or the game even, so I warn you now, don't come complaining to me when Ash, May, Brock OR EVEN Max have caught something, and I've not got it down... And seeing as most of it might not be true to the anime episodes... There won't really be any chance of me making Spoilers... :P :D
BTW, there is something a bit of suggestive-ness... So anybody feels affected by that certain issue raised in my story, please go talk to someone... There are people out there willing to help you... Phone-lines, Councillors, lots of stuff...
Now onto the show:
Run Rocket, Run!
Prologue
A beach... A narrow, white beach... Shells, Coconuts and odd bits of seaweed were scattered about the shore. An Old Man is walking down towards a lovely tropical chalet, but he stops. He can see a figure lying in the sand... A young teenage boy in a tattered, strange-looking uniform…
Chapter 1: The End of an Era
A dark island across a stormy sea, a giant mound of electrical wizardry and mechanical mayhem towering over the surrounding blue...
Inside the tallest tower stood a man of power, the leader of some of the most powerful criminals in the whole of Kanto, Johto, The Orange Islands and soon, Hoenn: Giovanni. He stood on a platform, towering above almost a hundred Grunts, Scientists and Executives...
Behind Giovanni, locked away in a glass encasement, lay an un-natural being of might... Its body slowly pulsing, the dangling and malformed appendages... The sheer horror that lay before them struck fear into all of them...
...Except one...
...A young person standing at the very back of the room, with a Persian and a Vulpix, both sitting next to him... This boy was barely 16... His face hidden by his long fringe and puffy beret-styled hat; his cold, grey eyes staring into nothing-ness.
Even though he was zoning, the youth spoke... "He is signalling for you, my friend..." his almost toneless voice echoed in their own little world, away from the sea of evil that flowed in front of them, "He must want to show you off..." he laughed...
He bent down and gently rubbed the classy cat under the chin lovingly, then pushed it on its way... It looked forward; the man was stamping his foot and pointing beside him.
The Persian looked back with a pleading look in it's eyes "Meow?"
"Just go to him, you’re his, not mine!" the Boy snapped
"Meowmeow..." it sighed.
The Vulpix then got to its feet, walked over to the cat, and gave it a gentle Lick, followed by a cheerful "Vul!"
The Persian perked up, licked the Fox back, and then dashed towards the Rocket Boss, quickly zooming round the stairwell up to its owner.
"FINALLY!" cried the Irate Boss.
The sound reverberated through the massive hall. The Persian looked at its claws as its owner went into a rant, the vein in his forehead looking as it was about to pop.
"...Though I wish you were..." the boy whispered as a single tear rolled down his pale white cheek.
"I've always had to look after everything... And I didn't even do THAT right according to him..." he though to himself... "Luckily he can't remember the one thing that REALLY got him mad..."
"MACKENZIE!" came a deep-throated scream.
"COMING!" the Boy called back. He started to saunter towards the tower Giovanni was standing on, gently calling "Vulpix," he whistled "Come on Vulpix, good girl!"
"WHILE WE'RE YOUNG!" Giovanni cried again.
“YES, ALRIGHT ALREADY!” Mackenzie cried back, “I’M NOT DEAF!”
He reached the stairwell, and like a flash, he dashed up the turnstile.
“What do you want?” he asked when he reached the top
“For you to STOP SOFTENING COMPANY POKEMON!” he spluttered. “How on earth are my operatives supposed to do their jobs if their pokemon WON’T DO ANYTHING TO OTHER POKEMON OR HUMANS?!”
“All I’m doing is being compassionate towards them while I do SOMEONE ELSES JOB!” Mackenzie screamed back “I’M HERE AS A POKEMON ATTACK RESEARCHER, NOT BABYSITTER FOR ALL YOUR LITTLE DETRUCTION MACHINES!”
A ringing, deafening silence befell the hall, only disrupted by the twisted and strangulated heartbeat of the being that lay in the chamber.
“Well,” snorted Giovanni, “It’s nice to know that you don’t get everything from your mother!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” questioned the young Rocket
“I always knew you had my fiery temper…” he snickered.
“Don’t respond,” Mackenzie thought to himself, as he lowered his head to look at Vulpix, “It’s just a trick to show he’s right!”
“Mack,” he said, now in a puzzlingly cheerful tone “My little Mack, what’s wrong?” Giovanni slowly went to lift his son’s chin up, but almost instantly:
“Keep your filthy, incestuous, abusive hands OFF ME!!” Mack bellowed, smacking his father’s hand back towards him, hard and sharp. He glared at his father.
Giovanni rubbed his hand, it stinged like hell, but it had worked, and he slowly began to laugh.
His father’s laughter was just what it took for it to dawn on Mack,
“Great,” he though “I took the bait,”
“Dammit!” he hissed, just above a whisper. “I’m so stu…”
…SMACK…!
His sentence had been cut short by an almighty backhander he received from his father… He was flung to the floor, and both Persian and Vulpix came to his side.
“How DARE you bring THAT up,” he hissed, “And HERE, of all places!”
The crowd bellow was murmuring now. Giovanni panicked.
“What if they heard?” the thoughts rushed through his head “I could be discredited or worse… They might mutiny… They might side with him…”
“Right, you leaving, I want you to take a group of five and do fieldwork around the Hoenn region,” he whispered, almost sounding conspiratorially “I only have two bungling agents there setting up a branch office, rendezvous with them and help!”
“Okay…” Mackenzie sighed.
“Goodie, first babysitting, now fieldwork…” he thought, “What next, company laundry service?”
Mack got to his feet and dusted himself off. His cheek was throbbing like no tomorrow…
“There will be a helicopter ready for your departure with a team assembled,” snarled Giovanni, “And don’t come back until you’ve set up a region office and knocked the rival teams out of business!”
“Yes father,” sighed Mack. He pulled out a decorated pokeball, covered in flames, “Return Vulpix.”
Vulpix smiled as it was engulfed by a red light, and returned to the ball in a small beam.
Giovanni moved stepped towards his son, a pulled him in for a less-than-willing hug. Giovanni then whispered in his son’s ear, “And when you get back, we’ll ‘celebrate’, ‘kay?”
Mack said nothing; he simply pushed himself out of his father’s arms and shuddered.
Giovanni let out a small laugh at his sons reaction, and watched as he hoped on the stairwell rail, and slid down to the bottom. He then returned to face the murmuring crowd,
“LADIES, GENTLEMEN, ESTIMED COLLEGUES, Mindless Grunts…” he cried, “I welcome you to the unveiling of our latest experiment… The result of our first look into space research… To tell more, I give you Doctor…”
Mack stopped listening; he didn’t care about his father’s latest scheme in whatever. All he really knew was it wasn’t the first time his father had done something like this, and that it had ended up destroying two bases, and resulted in half the force suffering from amnesia…
He rushed out of the massive hall and into a small metal corridor. He could hear the operative keeping check on his father’s experiment. He could two operatives going through the ropes…
“He’s signalled for us to release The M.S.V.P.”
“I’m raising the protective shield, now!”
“Attaching Control Mechanism,”
“Wait, I think… There’s a malfunction… The control mechanism’s failed…”
“Typical!” Mack thought, “Nothing can ever go smoothly for him. I best get out before it gets any worse!”
Mackenzie dashed through the corridor to a blast door, which for some reason was closing…
“That’s weird, that shouldn’t be happening…” He thought “Unless…”
Mack stopped thinking and jumped through the door, just before it managed to seal itself…
“Phew!” Mack thought, as he got up to dust himself off. He looked round.
“Good,” he thought “The helicopter is prepped to go, the storm is clearing up, and the blast door’s melting…”
Mack Paused, then let out a wail as the blast door turned into a thick goop.
“AGENT BLACKWATER!” came a cry from the helicopter “WHAT’S GOING…”
He must have seen the blast door, because the figure at the Copter’s door turned white as a bed-sheet…
“RUN!” He screamed. Mack turned and the melted door simply folded away, revealing the most horrific scene he had ever seen or thought about…
There stood (well, floated) the thing from the chamber… A Red body, with bits of green and black, all hidden under massive amounts of blood and the odd internal organ here and there. Below lay the bodies of several mutilated Rockets and their Pokemon, Two figures stood out especially…
“DAD! PERSIAN! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Mack glared at his fathers killer, staring it straight in the eyes (Well, in its face really, god-knows where its friggin’ eyes are!). It simply stared back, and let out a strangulated scream
“HhshhSssuuUUuUUuUMMMnnnmAAaaAANnns!!! Hhhusuhuuuumannnnss musmsut ppppaaiaaiiiIIyyyyyyyyyy!!!”
And with that, it’ two tentacle-like appendages for a left arm were flung back… Mack felt himself being dragged away… But he couldn’t really seem to focus… Everything was going black… Black… Black………………
_________________
That's Chapter 1... Chapter 2 is hinted at somewhere... I leave you to guess...
Once again... If affected by the issue raised in the story, look for help...
I have chapter 2 ready and waiting in the wings... I'm just waiting for some constructive critism, which is welcomed and very much appreciated, and will help me greatly