Dark Vengeance of the Ultimate Weapon (Chapter 4)
Reply With QuoteChapter 2, SuperSonicMewtwo
“He’s gone.” Chris said, staring at the clouds above him. “I will need an upgrade if we are ever to catch him.” He brandished his left arm, and then raised his belt into the air.
“Return.” He said, and each of the six Umbreon transformed into red light before returning to their Pokéballs.
“Why won’t you be able to catch him without upgrading that arm?” Giovanni asked, returning to his desk.
“There were unexpected effects of mixing his DNA with his predecessor. Unusually enough, combining a human’s genes with that of a Pokémon results in an increase of speed. I wouldn’t be surprised if, with some effort, he could travel at speeds higher than sound.” Chris said thoughtfully, pulling at his chin while he spoke.
“What do you mean by travel?” Giovanni asked, sorting through a few papers before frowning at Chris.
“Running, flying, means of getting from one place to another. Most likely flying, for it creates less friction than running. He is still young and weak, and therefore he will not be able to hold such speeds up for a long period of time without tearing his body apart. But he could for perhaps a minute or two.”
“So we’ve found a weakness in him?”
“No. He is smart enough to see this and train his ability to accelerate. That, along with teleportation, will make him impossible to catch; by the time we would get to him, it would be too late. So I once again request an upgrade so that I can experience similar effects to even the odds with him.” Chris said, pulling the sleeve on his left arm to reveal a fully robotic arm, with the fist clenched.
“Very well. But until you have been completed, I think it will be fun to steadily annoy him with increasingly dangerous events.” Giovanni said while smirking. “The plan will continue as originally made, and Team Rocket will have its ultimate weapon soon enough.”
“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”
“What did I say about the sirs?”
“Yes Giovanni.”
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“Yeah, I’ll see you at work tomorrow!” a woman called over her shoulder to another woman in a car. The driver grinned.
“Hey, remember? We’re closed tomorrow because of the festival.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot.”
“What do you mean you forgot? They’ve been talking about it since last years festival!”
“Well, I mean, I knew when it was, but I just sorta forgot.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’ll see you in two days!” The woman in the car slowly drove off, leaving the other alone in the street. The other woman, a young adult in a pink coat with long blonde hair waved to her friend, who waved back before driving off into the darkness. The blonde-haired woman looked around the street. Night had covered every inch of the concrete, except for the small patches revealed by the random streetlight. Shivering a bit, the woman pulled the coat closer to her before she began to head down the street. Though there was some light, she still felt afraid of what could be hiding in the darkness where the streetlights didn’t reach. She had better get home quickly; no matter where one was, it was never safe to be outside alone at night.
“I’ll take a shortcut.” She said to herself, before turning to head into an alley. She was halfway through the alley when a tall figure grabbed her and covered her mouth. She let out a muffled scream while trying to push away her attacker.
A few blocks a way, a dark figure turned in the direction of the scream. Where there should have been eyes, two small slits of blue light formed. The figure began to run in the direction of the sound, its footsteps echoing throughout the street and the alleys that branched from it.
“Shut up! Be quiet!” a man said, throwing the woman against the side of a building. “Give me yer money.” He said, revealing a pistol he had kept in his pant pocket.
“Uhhhhh…” the woman said nervously, her eyes wide. She was shocked to a point that she didn’t know what to do.
“Don’t make me use this.” The man said, waving the gun about the woman’s body.
“Du, do, don’t hurt me! I di di didn’t do anything!”
“Give me your money!” the man then pointed the gun straight at the woman’s face. Her wide eyes were focused on the pistol, and she ceased to make a sound as she slid down into a sitting position against the wall. At the end of the alley, the dark figure stood, raising its right arm into the air. The figure shaped its hand like a gun, and a small ball of blue light formed at the end of his index finger.
“What the-AHH!” the man with the gun said, turning to see where the light had come from, only to have a beam of blue energy blast through the gun he was holding. The gun hit the ground, melted. The man held his wrist, where the skin had been burned, looking at the smoldering gun on the ground. He began to turn back to where the light had come from. “Who the-” the man stopped mid-sentence for the figure had suddenly been right next to him, and had punched him square in the jaw, throwing the man some ten yards away. The woman stared in horror and awe as the figure then stood up straight, and seemed to turn to her.
‘It is not safe to walk outside alone at night.’ The figure seemed to say, though the woman could see no mouth moving.
“Uh, yeah, I know, I mean, er, I was just thinking about that. Um, who are you?” the woman blurted out, looking from the now knocked out man who tried to mug her to her rescuer. “Can I see you in the light?”
‘Sure.’ The figure said, and the two walked towards the other end of the alley, into another street. This one had more streetlights, and now the woman could see who her savior was. The dark figure turned out to be a teenage boy, probably 13 or 14 years old. He had long, uncut dark brown hair that hung in front of his face, covering his eyes. His clothing was old and torn, and easily too small for him to wear. He wasn’t very tall, but at the same time he wasn’t very short either. Maybe a little less than 5 and a half feet tall.
“Are you homeless?”
‘You could say that.’
The woman couldn’t help but feel sorry for this boy; he had no home, hardly any clothing, and didn’t look at though he had eaten in quite a while. “Do you want to spend the night at my apartment?”
The boy had to think a bit before answering. ‘What do you mean by that?’
“I mean, would you like to sleep on my couch or something for the night before you go out again? I owe you something for just saving me, and you shouldn’t have to sleep on the ground every night.”
‘Sure.’ The boy said, simply standing in place.
“So, um, yeah… Let’s go!” The woman said, and the boy followed her as they headed down the street. “By the way, my name is Joyce Carson, what’s yours?” They continued walking, but no answer came from the boy.
“Did you hear me?” Joyce asked, turning to look at the boy.
‘I heard you. I am living a new life, and have yet to give myself a name.’ The boy responded.
“Uh, okay.” Joyce shook her head; these homeless people sure were strange. “Well, here’s my apartment building.” The boy followed Joyce up through an elevator to her apartment. Joyce unlocked the door, and the boy walked right past her into the apartment, as though she had been holding the door for him.
“Uh, sure…” Joyce said, blinking a few times before entering herself. Perhaps he never had the chance to learn manners? After closing and locking the door, she turned the lights on to see the boy standing in the middle of the room, facing the other way.
‘You would not happen to have a pair of scissors and a location to place garbage, would you?’ The boy asked, still turned away from Joyce.
“Uh, yeah! Let me get them for you. It’s really none of my business, but what do you need them for?”
‘Hair.’ Joyce had no idea what he meant by ‘hair’, but gave him some scissors and pointed out a small waste paper basket at one end of the apartment. The boy took the scissors, held them in front of his face, and then let go. Joyce stood wide-eyed to see the scissors floating in midair, glowing with blue light. She then screamed as the scissors began to zoom around the boy’s head, only visible by the large smear of blue light in midair above the boy’s shoulders. She watched as the scissors suddenly stopped moving, and a large ball of dark brown hair floated to the waste paper basket. She then looked at the boy, who now had a neatly done haircut.
“I know what you are… You’re a psychic! That’s it! That was telekinesis, I know it! I’ve seen it on TV, you can use psychic powers!” Joyce said excitedly, happy to have figured this little secret out. The boy then turned to her. His hair was short all around his head, but his bangs still hung over his eyes a bit, making them a little hard to see. But Joyce could tell that the boy was looking at her with curiosity. His eyes, with bright green irises, watched her as though they were looking right through her at something else. Joyce was confused by this, only to be swept by nausea.
“Whoa, what happened, what’d you do?”
‘I looked into your mind. You are a perplexing person, and I wanted to know what you were thinking at that moment.’ The boy then frowned, and turned around, to sit down on a nearby couch. He stood up straight, and seemed to be examining the wall.
“You know, you’re too tense. You keep perfectly still and straight, and use words that I’ve never seen a kid your age have in their normal vocabulary. And you’re using the couch all wrong! Here, let me show you.” Joyce removed her coat, dropped it on the floor, then ran over and leaped onto the sofa. She let out a long sigh as she settled back into the cushions.
“You see? It feels great!” Joyce then reached into the cushions of the couch, and pulled out a remote control. She pointed the remote at a TV in front of her and the boy, and turned it on.
‘Our top news story today follows an explosion at an abandoned military facility rumored to have been owned by Team Rocket.’ An anchor woman began. The boy’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the television intently. Joyce looked curiously from the boy back to the TV.
‘For decades it was believed that Team Rocket had been using the facility for Pokémon and military research, and more recent rumors say that Team Rocket had been creating new, powerful Pokémon and weapons there. The Kanto Military’s 5th infantry denies that Team Rocket had been using the base, and says that some kids that wanted to cause trouble had somehow gotten their hands on new bombs created by the infantry’s Pokémon division. We are told that an investigation into the matter is being conducted as we speak, and the perpetrators will be caught soon enough. Now, onto some more exciting matters; the annual Autumn Festival will be held tomorrow at the town square and throughout the city, and the mayor invites anyone with the stomach for the Bellsprout pie should attend-’
“Hey, what happened?” Joyce exclaimed as the TV shut off. She looked down at the remote to see it wasn’t in her hand. She turned to see that the boy had it in his right hand, and was now placing it on the couch. He then crossed his arms, lay back onto the couch, and stared at the ceiling of the apartment.
‘Do not go to that festival.’ He said. Joyce could clearly see that his lips did not move as he spoke.
“Why not?” Joyce asked, whining like a toddler. “I’ve been looking forward to it for like, weeks! Months! And how to do you talk without moving your mouth?” Joyce asked, getting off the couch.
‘Team Rocket is going to disrupt that fair.’ The boy said, turning toward Joyce. “Trade secret.” He then followed up with, using his vocal chords this time. There was a definite difference between the two voices. The one that sounded when the boy did not move his mouth was strong and manly, while the other was easily that of a teenager; sort of low, yet cracking every few words. The boy then turned to face the ceiling again, his eyes unblinking. Joyce raised an eyebrow before walking away.
“You know, I still don’t feel like I’ve paid you back for helping me back there, so I think I’ll just give you whatever money I have in my purse. I mean like, no offense, but you could really use some new clothes.” When Joyce received no response, she searched through her purse and pulled out two 100s.
“All I have is £200. I hope it’s enough to help you out. I’ll just leave it on the table. For now, I’m going to bed. Don’t you go and blink while I’m not around!” Joyce said, waiting for the boy to laugh. He made no sound whatsoever. Joyce shrugged and retreared to her bedroom.
When she awoke the next morning, she found that the money and the boy were gone. All that was left behind was a piece of paper on her table that had ‘IOU’ written across it.
“Boys.” Joyce said, shaking her head as she went to get herself some coffee.
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The boy headed into the depths of the city, his eyes fixed forward. Little shops and carts covered the streets, as people prepared for the festival which would be kicked off later in the day. However, when the boy walked by, people gaped at him, and made a path for him. He stopped near, turned to, and entered a small clothing store with his eyes and face still fixed in front of him. As he walked into the store, people suddenly turned to see him, some quickly turning away, some glaring as though he were scum. The boy circled the building, before then heading toward the cashier, dropping some clothes on the desk.
“£100, please. Do you even have that kind of money?” The cashier asked, glaring at the boy.
‘You will die a slow and painful death with that attitude.’ The boy said, dropping a bill onto the desk, and taking the clothing. ‘You would not happen to know the location of a building where I can purchase some corrective lenses, would you?’ The boy asked, his eyes narrowing. He looked directly at the cashier, who saw the boy’s eyes and felt a chill go down her spine.
“Uh, take a right, down the street on the left side.” The cashier said, trembling.
‘Thank you.’ The boy said before turning to leave the store and taking a right.
“That guy was creepy!”
“Who was he?”
“From looking at the clothes he wore, I don’t know where he could get £100.”
“Maybe he’s a crook.”
“A member of Team Rocket!”
“No, they all wear uniforms; he’s even worse than the Rockets.” The boy walked down the street again, receiving the same reaction from the people as before. However, he too, like before, ignored the people completely. Once again, the boy entered a building, this time a store for buying glasses. He walked up to the front desk, pulled a piece of paper out of his pant pocket, and thrust it toward the receptionist.
‘I need eyeglasses.’ He said. ‘I want them as soon as possible. That paper has my prescription on it.’ He then pulled out the last bill he had, and placed it too on the desk. ‘That is the most I am willing to pay. Make me a pair of corrective lenses before the festival begins.’ The receptionist, who was typing at her computer, glanced slightly at the boy before returning to her monitor.
“Okay sir, well, we’ll need you to fill out this form, and then you’ll have to wait for all those who ordered before you to have their glasses made-” The voice of the receptionist was bland, as if she had recited these lines a million times. “Also, most people request to make an appointment with the eyedoctor beforehand, in case their prescription has changed. The whole process should take about a week or-”
‘I need glasses now.’ The boy said, his eyes flashing. He raised his hand into the air, and then smashed it into the computer monitor. ‘This pair looks good.’ He then said, as a pair of black frames appeared in his palm.
“Uh, yes sir! Right away!” The receptionist took the prescription and frames and ran to another room hidden by a simple door. The boy stood there for half an hour patiently before the receptionist ran back out with a newly made pair of glasses.
“Here you go sir, um, don’t worry, it’s free of charge-”
‘I thank you for these glasses. However, I am no more above the law than you are, so take the money.’ The boy said, as he took the glasses from the receptionist, placed them on the same pile of which he carried the clothes he bought, and left the store. The receptionist grabbed a telephone, her hands shaking as she called the city police.
“Hello, police? A man just left my work, he was really strong, mean, scary, something’s wrong with him!” The woman listened for a moment, then shook her head furiously. “No, he didn’t have a gun. He himself was a weapon…a weapon worse than any gun…”
The boy, for the third time on the city’s streets, walked down the concrete road and turned to enter an alley. Once far away from the street so that he could not be seen, he tossed the clothing and glasses into the air above him. His body and the airborne clothing both began to glow blue as the clothes he was wearing and the ones he had bought switched places. A pile of old, torn clothing landed in a garbage can at the side of the alley as the boy walked further into the alley, until he was again a dark, shadowy figure.
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“Welcome, one and all, to the annual Viridian City Autumn Festival! I thank you all for coming!” the Mayor said, smiling with joy at the number of people that had squeezed themselves into the center of the city. He stood at a podium with a microphone, with a few members of the Viridian City Council around him on a large stage right smack in the middle of an intersection. People crowded around to get close enough to see what was going on. “It’s almost noon; the set time for when the festival is to begin, though I think it may have already begun in some places! Patience, people! Only a few more minutes, and then we can all celebrate!” Joyce Carson was once again in her pink coat, this time her blonde hair held together in a ponytail. She stood at the very front of the crowd, as close to the stage as possible. The people were held back by a metal fence, which kept about 10 yards of space between the crowd and the stage. Joyce had left early to get her spot; the boy she had brought into her home was gone, and she had an odd feeling she would find him at the festival.
‘Do not go to that festival.’ The boy’s words echoed in her head. ‘Team Rocket is going to disrupt that fair.’
Joyce found nothing wrong in completely disobeying the boy’s orders; it wasn’t like he was the boss of her, right? Joyce was probably ten years older than that kid, why should she do what he said? And if anything, he should have been more polite to her. He didn’t answer her questions, was rude, left without a word…
“Boys.” Joyce muttered under her breath. She shouldn’t worry, she should just enjoy the festival like everyone else. And that was what she would do.
“Here we go, we’re almost there!” The mayor yelled out happily, as a large red ribbon was stretched across the stage, and he was given a pair of scissors. A large clock behind the stage, as Joyce could see it, said it was 11:58. Only two more minutes. Joyce looked back down to the crowd of people she was in, and noticed a few police officers walking down the small path between the fence and stage. She was able to recognize one instantly; every city in Kanto had an Officer Jenny. But the other police were people she had never seen.
“The receptionist said that he was a young teen, probably 13 or 14 years old. He had Brown hair that nearly covered his eyes, she said he was wearing a torn up shirt and pair of jeans, but was also carrying some new clothes with him.”
“Yeah, and she gave him a pair of glasses, too. Black frames.”
“Well, he sounded like an undercover Team Rocket member to me. I mean, how could anyone be strong enough to do that? The way that woman described it, it’s like he just tapped it with his wrist…”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that I’m not going to let anything happen. Not here, not today.” The last officer said, pulling out a gun and loading it.
“Hey! Even in this crowd, people would hear a gunshot. We need something quieter.”
“Don’t worry, I got it covered.” Another officer said, pulling a few Pokéballs out of her pocket. Joyce blinked as the officers strolled away from her. Could this have been the boy she had let stay at her place yesterday? Was he bad or something? What were they going to do to him? What did he do, what did he break? And how did she hear such a long conversation in this crowd, while none of the officers were even close to her?
“5!” The mayor suddenly yelled. Joyce had missed half the countdown.
“4!” people yelled all around in unison.
“3!”
“2 and ¾!” Joyce heard someone yell near her.
“2! 1!”
BANG!
“Attention, peoples of Viridian, if you don’t want any trouble, I suggest you SHUT UP!” a loud voice yelled, somehow having control of every speaker in the area. A man and woman in black uniforms suddenly ran up onto the stage, the woman placing a cloth of the mayor’s face. The mayor fell to the ground unconscious, and the man stood up and addresses the crowd.
“Team Rocket has now seized control of this festival!” he yelled into a microphone hidden somewhere on him while he pulled out a machine gun a Pokéball belt. “Everyone stay calm and nobody gets hurt! Maybe!” The crowd began to scream and push and shove as panic filled everyone’s mind. Joyce was horrorstruck at what was going on. She stood still, speechless, as people ran into her, trying to get away. The woman Rocket whispered something to the man, and then pulled out a walkie-talkie and said something in it. The man then pointed his machine gun straight up into the air, and fired. At the same time, Rockets appeared at all corners of the area, all with either Pokéballs, guns, or machines that oddly resembled strap-on leaf blowers. The people instantly stopped what they were doing, now too scared to move.
“We can do this quick and simple, or long and hard. Now, I want everyone with any Pokémon on them to kindly pass them to the nearest collector calmly and quickly. Those who refuse to give up their Pokémon will have them taken by force. Now, any questions?”
‘Do you really think you’re that intimidating?’
“What?! Who said that, where did that voice come from?”
‘Your left.’ The Rocket, along with everyone in the crowd, turned to see a boy covered by a black cape standing over an unconscious Rocket. All that could be seen of him besides the cape covering his body was his head, covered with brown hair, and black glasses, which gave perfect vision to a pair of small slits of blue light.
“It’s him!” Joyce instantly thought as she stared at the boy.
His body began to spark with electricity as his hair and cape flew around wildly in a small vortex of wind that surrounded him. The cape flying around him allowed the rest of his body to be seen; he wore a dark blue shirt with a pair of jeans with white sneakers with read streaks. The boy stood, his arms crossed, as he seemed to glare at the Rockets on stage. The sparks that zigzagged about his body began to circle in the air around him. The boy placed his left fist at his right shoulder, and his right fist at his left shoulder, then through both out away from his body. There was a brilliant flash of light, and the boy was now floating in midair, incased in a blue orb of energy. The Rockets stared in confusion at this, and the female Rocket on stage grabbed the microphone on the podium that mayor had been using.
“You, who the hell are you?”
‘Your executioner.’ The boy responded, as he floated towards the stage, crossing his arms again.
“I don’t care about your profession, I want a name!” The woman yelled nervously, staring at the boy as he neared the stage.
‘My name? You be sure to tell you boss this. My name is SuperSonicMewtwo.’
