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Electronic Doom [Story]
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| 13 Aug 2013 08:40 PM |
[This contains pokemon, murder, and crime. Probably loads of cursing, but other than that, probably nothing much. Title sucks, but I couldn't come up with anything. At all.]
'In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed on to the sun Till we found a sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow submarine'
[PROLOGUE]
There once was a man. This man was particularly ordinary, wearing a sopping wet jacket, and some rough black pants. His face was overcast by a black hat, on this dreary, rainy day. He walked into a coffee shop, and ordered a regular coffee. He set down his briefcase, and began looking out the window, sipping at the coffee. It was a distorted picture, with hues of green and blue. He roughly made out some buildings, but that was just to pass the time. He looked at his watch. 3:15 AM. Just a little more waiting. He tilted his chair back, and put his feet up on the pine table.
There once was a lady. This lady was anything but ordinary, and on this night, she was about to do something that would torture her forever. But she really didn't care. She didn't have a soul. Adjusting some nuts and bolts on her rifle, she kept going up and up, barely pausing to look at her reflection. A black jacket, a green shirt, and a black skirt. Biker gloves, and then goggles, firmly placed over her eyes. Black hair rests against the collar of her black jacket, and her dull gray eyes confirmed what she was feeling. Scared. She wasn't cut out for this, but she sold her soul a long time ago. She kept climbing up and up, and up.
There once was a child. This child was pretty extraordinary. She had a beautiful face, and was sharper than a good assassin's knife. She busied herself over files, muttering about how her dress is fairly constricting. But she was a criminal plotter, and her beauty was one of the biggest things. The files were essentially simple. Three files, with the basics. A Gallade, a Haunter, and a Pawniard. The Gallade was for the assassin, but she would take the Haunter and Pawniard. This would be perfect for a start up of her operation. She would start small, in this city of ports, or as most call it, Thunder Port. It was a fairly small port, and it wasn't exactly important, other than trainers looking to go from Cress Island to the mainland. Occasionally they would receive trade from Hoenn and Sinnoh, but that was usually in different places. Her plan was pretty flawless, but she had to admit, there was one flaw. Electricity.
There once was a hero. This hero is dead.
[This is essentially a starting post, to branch off the story from. I'll probably have a longer chapter sometime in the next hour of this post.] |
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jackson61
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| 13 Aug 2013 08:42 PM |
Good chapter. Really sunk me into it, until I find out it's the end. |
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| 13 Aug 2013 08:49 PM |
| Your writing sparks interest into me; I'll keep watching this thread. Also, I thought you quit because of a Roblox update. |
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| 13 Aug 2013 09:09 PM |
He glanced back at his watch. 3:30 AM. Just on time, one came in. He ordered a simple mocha and doughnut, and sat down with the man with the briefcase. The man with the briefcase's name was Brett. "So, Colin, the deal is still on with the mastermind?" Colin appears to crack a smile at this, and sips at his mocha. "Yeah. Riley is completing the transaction right now." Brett nods, and reaches into his briefcase. He pulls out a pokeball. "Colin, take this to Riley. She may need it." Brett then left the cafe, and back into the pouring rain, before heading down a street. He dashed down the road, and he entered his house. He had multiple tasks that needed to be completed before four, and he removed his clothing, changing into something more practical. Black sweats and a black shirt. He took out one pokeball, and left his briefcase on the table, and moved out into the streets yet again. He sprinted to the docks, and he released Sneasel. He gave a simple motion, and Sneasel sprinted and climbed up to a roof. "Ah, good old Claw." He said, before moving onto a motorboat. Glancing back at the watch, 3:45. "So little time, knew I should've grabbed another one." He said, before working on hot wiring it.
Colin walked calmly across the street, and turned left. He pondered his role in all of this. It probably wasn't necessary, but his thrills as a champion was over. But he was all for this new excitement. They were a gray area as a gang, neither good or bad. Currently the region was mostly split up in fractions, and they've already eliminated two small ones. This operation will cinch this city, and then they'll begin to look for bigger sights. Probably killing the Professor wasn't necessary, but they were short on pokemon. Riley relied on her own wits and her gun, which was fairly interesting enough. A Gallade would be a good choice. They'd be fairly unstoppable. Gallade would deal damage up close, and Riley could shoot it out with her pistol or her rifle. That is, if the operation succeeds. Colin quickened his speed, and turned a corner, before he was stopped dead in his tracks.
She was finally in position, on top of a rooftop, and then a bang was heard. Her immediate reactions was to lay low, but she was already low. She stood still, wondering. This part of town was a deadly fraction, and they might be executing someone, or they might be shooting at her. There wasn't a second shot. She relaxed, and scoped the area. Two people rushing home, a store, a cafe emptied, and a body in the street. Blood seeped out of the body, he must've been shot recently. "Finally. I've been tired of waiting." She murmured, before firing one shot. The Professor glanced around briefly, as if he was suspicious. But then, he had no reason to be suspicious. He was dead, slumped against the wall. Alice expertly climbed down the building, and went to Rowan. She picked up the briefcase, and left, rifle slung behind her back. A Roserade watched her go by. She decided to let her pass, and not use bullet seed. She was no harm currently. Roserade hopped down, and glanced at the small grouping of pokemon. They were highly skilled. Luxray, Venosaur, Glaceon, and Grumpig. There wasn't much, but they held their own against the desperate trainers.
[This is about as long as the prologue, but I didn't say how much longer it would be over the prologue.] |
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| 17 Aug 2013 06:56 PM |
Brett skimmed across the black waters, just searching the coast. He heard several gunshots, and he stopped to ponder what happened. Probably nothing important, but still. He guessed that Riley got into some gunfight and won or lost it. She was capable, but sometimes your luck just runs out. He shakes his head. "Better hope there ain't gyaradoses lurking." He said, partly to himself. And it was true. Bad hits from water pokemon were at best, wrecking your boat. Gyarados does so much more damage. It'd ram into your boat until you started sinking, and then grab you with it's mouth. It then left. Nobody knows if you got eaten or if you were tossed into the water farther away. It almost seemed like Gyaradoses have a moral compass. That is broken. Heh. He nicely docked the boat into the harbor, and trekked across the wet wooden boardwalk. The stars glittered above, and he thought, all in all, it was a good night. He walked across the boardwalk and disappeared, into darkness. If anyone thought that it was suspicious soon had a bigger threat to face, and the five on the boardwalk soon realized it, before they fell down dead. It was quite shocking, really. Pardon the pun.
Luxray stood, listening to his headphones. He was chasing after someone, and people just get in the way. Luckily, he picked good tracks. His moves were always influenced by music. Some pokemon found this odd, but Luxray learned to live with it. Plus it could be extremely beneficial sometimes, as occasionally he would put on a track and use earthquake or something. He was fairly special. He even had a name for himself, but he rarely used it. His name was Ace. He swapped tracks, and used minimize. This would be extremely useful in what he was about to attempt. Kecleon's got it easy. He began following after this man with his Sneasel. They would pay for what they did to Riolu. They would pay.
"Here's your pokemon." Riley said, setting the briefcase on the desk. "Excellent. Did you hear from Colin?" The young girl asked, penciling stuff on a file. "Nah. There was a dead body though. Could've been him, but I doubt it. He's too careful to use the main streets. Way too careful." The young girl nodded, and stood up. Her ruby colored dress was something... interesting. Riley thought. She wore a small skirt for practical purposes, but that was truly something she'd like to wear one day. But, that would be a long time later. One day when she could finally move to Johto. The girl left the room, and didn't glance at Riley, holding her Gallade. She sent it out, and petted it. "Welcome to my team, Tommy." |
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