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T H E E N D I S ř N L Y T H E B E G I N N I N G
This Fan-Fiction is suitable for readers of ages 14+
for mild to heavy violence, a little swearing, drunken tirades,
and other behaviors generally thought to be too much for younger readers.
However, if you believe yourself to be mature enough, do proceed.
This is primarily of the action-adventure genre with supernatural themes.
As a final note, the chapters of Aeon do not occur in chronological order.
Please enjoy this story, and thank you for taking the time to read this.
For those of you jumping in late, there is a chapter index.
PRELUDE TO AN INTERLUDE
Zeffys gripping my throat in her hand and saying the first step to eternal life is you have to die. For a long time though, I had already been dead. Her thumb pressed against my jugular, Zeffy says, We wont really die, Linali.
Her crazed eyes are only inches away from my own, and for some odd reason I find myself staring into them, unable to pull away. They were pale blue, the dead blue of winterthe kind of winter where youd find songbirds frozen to their perches in trees. The bag of bones, that tattered dirty old sack, its lying at her feet all lumpy and worn. Its the one thing that hasnt changed, after all these centuries.
So Zeffy and I are on top of the Affiliation Building with her arm between us, and we hear glass breaking. Were on the tallest building in the world, even taller than the Silph Building in Saffron. Of course, that citys gone now. Everythings gone.
One hundred and ninety-five floors up, you look over the edge of the roof and the streets below are crazily jammed with people and Pokemon alike, engulfed in chaotic panic. Thick black smokes rolling down the crammed streets, creating a sooty haze. The skys a cauldron of fire, starkly illuminating the ruined city, and meteors are streaking downwards, belching smoke and fire as they burn up into sparks that skitter upon the hot wind.
The breaking glass is a window right below us. A window blows out the side of the building, and the blackened skeletal remains of a Kabutops emerge, clattering and groaning. It drops right out of the cliff face of the building, and falls turning slowly, getting smaller, and disappears into the packed crowd below. Somewhere in the one hundred and ninety-five floors below us, the Missingno-infected Pokemon are running wild, destroying every scrap of human history. Well, at least thats one of their names, I think. Mis-sin-gnothey used to be called simply Sin. The soul-scrapers are everywhere, and its all my fault. My fault.
Were down to our last seven minutes.
Another window blows out of the building, and glass sprays out, sparkling and spinning, and then a large Aerodactyl in the late stages of decay swells out from the jagged hole, wings crackling and tearing as they snag upon the glass blades. Its eyes are empty black holes; its gray scales reduced to mere ribbons. The Sin-ridden beast keens as it tumbles wildly into the raw red sky, bare ribcage gleaming in the demonic light.
The Affiliation Building wont be here in six minutes. Directly above us, amid the howling fires, I see a slowly spinning vortex in the upper atmosphere, a whirling holocaust of furnace heat pressing down on us. Its so vast, it seems to engulf the entirety of the sky. The air all around us is shimmering and distorted, altering perception beyond recognition. The vortex is a blazing maw intent on swallowing us up.
Zeffy and me at the edge of the roof, her fingers tightening around my throat and Im wondering how painful the end of the world will be. Were watching as the city of Eden the last refuge of mankind burns to the ground. One of the lens in my glasses are shattered, so the world is partly splintered into a mess of broken fragments.
We wont really die, Linali. Our pneuma leaves our soma and our saryx decays, but we wont really die. You hear me?
We watch as the Persian evacuate, spilling out into the crowded streets. Theyre giving up a good fight, but it isnt enough. Once upon a time, they reigned supreme as the glorious Affiliation; now theyre fleeing, Sin snapping at their heels as their legacy burns down all around them. Historys burning right before our eyes. Distant explosions echo in my ears as dark, winged shapes flicker across the glowing red underside of the clouds. I recognize them.
This is my world now, my fucked-up world, Zeffy says softly, her short pink hair whipping about in the furnace-hot blast of wind, and Heaven has abandoned humanity. Sin is destroying the gods children and their city right before your eyes. You all have lost. But you can be salvaged. Give me the blood of Mew. Give me the final silver coin right now, and Ill give you salvation. Her voice is a gentle, hoarse whisper in my ear.
I feel her ragged, dirty fingernails pressing into my skin.
Up on top of the Affiliation building, as the howling soul-scrapers run amok through the streets and broken glass rains down on the crowd and fire funnels up out the skeletons of ruined skyscrapers, I knowwith a deep horror in my heartthis madness, the holocaust, the Sin virus, the burning sky is really all about thirty bloodstained silver coins.
It all started when Mew was crucified in Babylon by a group of zealots, who then proceeded to sell her blood for a handful of silver coins. Their punishment came swiftly and brutally, and Babylon the first city of Man burned to the ground and that was that. But the grudge, the old anger, it was still there
. after centuries and centuries, the grudge was still there. And now its happening all over again. History repeats itself
only this time, all of humanitys about to die out. For good.
All over thirty silver coins.
The holocausts coalesced into a massive sphere of thunderous raw heat above us, descending with slow, terrifying majesty. As it draws closer, everything vibrates and wavers, becoming colorless and semi-transparent
.shuddering and warping and breaking up into molten white-hot heat as the roaring inferno gradually engulfs everything in searing white infinity. I close my eyes and wait.
This is the end.
But all I can think about is the distant memory of two boys, a girl, and their Pokemon on a shabby hand-built raft, sailing towards the far-away horizon
there was a time when the world wasnt so complicated.
Author's Notes and Comments: I can't believe it. I actually am posting my magnum opus, after nearly a year's worh of work. Admittedly, there's still a few chapters left to write, but I'm sure I should finish them as Aeon's being posted.
This chapter is a tribute to one of my favorite movies/writer, so kudos to the clever reader who recognizes it. Not all of Aeon's chapters are as violent or dark as this...and some are even more violent. XP But there should be something for everyone--humor, drama, Pokemon battles, plenty of alcohol, and a psycho Paras on the loose. Readers of Sin and Were (I'll be impressed if anyone still remembers that)--will recognize some of the various characters that appear in Aeon, as well as practically all of my one-shots.
I was mulling over a chapter index, but I don't know...XP I'm sure people want a directory to quickly access a chapter, but I don't know where to place it. <<; Opinions, reviews, flames, you're all welcome. Just remember, I appreciate them all--even the closet readers. And of course, there's the complientary cardboard boxes on the sidewalk and boxes of beer for all you bums. ;D