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Chapter 4- Run
January 15th: 9:58 PM [Kanto Region: Location-Serene Underground Warehouse] (3,650 days until retribution)
It’s been 5 years.
He missed the sound of her voice, the sight of her smile, her warm presence that always lifted him up on cloud nine. Even after these five passing years, he still thought about his ‘to be wife’. Every ticking second she remained in his mind. Often he would replay memories of him and her cooking together in the kitchen, or them walking by the beach where they first met. Other times he pretended she was with him, and he would talk to the image in his mind for hours. People could call him crazy all they want; as long as he didn’t feel alone he couldn’t care less. However, the imaginary Delia wasn’t enough for him. Aaron wanted to be back with the real one.
The white light that trailed along the pale walls inside Aaron’s cell illuminated the space around him. The young man sat on the cemented ground, his hands at his sides, while he stared out of a slender window that overlooked 23 stories below. It was rather rare on nights to see the moon from his window, because his cell always faced away from it, and the moonlight reminded him of the first time entering that abandoned warehouse back in Kanto. The moon’s radiance loomed over him with a sense of peace, as its pearly face smiled down at him. Aaron smiled back at it and decided to lie down. His shoulder pressed against the hard cement, and Aaron absentmindedly raised a hand to block out the moon’s face, its rays poring through the cracks of his fingers. Aaron laughed, playing with the light on his pale hand. Continuing, Aaron pressed his ear to the ground and smiled gapingly at the moon.
Tiny vibrations brushed against his eardrum as the faint noise paused and beated within the next second continuously. Aaron’s hand halted in midair, as he listened more intently to the noise. He recognized it as shoes walking atop the tiled floors just outside his bolted door. Deciding to ignore whoever was coming to meet him, Aaron breathed through his nose, placed his raised hand on the ground, and closed his eyes. The floor felt cold and smooth underneath his fingertips and the winter air sent goose bumps to trail up his arms. He focused on the sound of his own breathing, noting how shaky and hollow it was from nerves. Yes, he was nervous, scared even. Aaron’s ‘doctor’ told him that for this evening, he would be used for a presentation to help introduce an invention that was recently discovered a week ago. It was likely to tribute towards the ultimate super-race his ex-collage often blabbered about.
Aaron opened his eyes to the moon and tucked his legs under his chin. A shiver passed through him, waking up the inner power that was currently in its slumber. The raven haired man forced a smile onto his lips, “Had a nice sleep?” The unknown being that resided inside him pulsed, creating a calm mood to wash over the man.
Aaron had treated his ability more of a friend other than a thing that lived inside him. He carried on his years locked up in his facility to get a better understanding of his ability, and created a system of communication between it. The communication between them was usually used through the change of mood that the power seemed to give off, and its thoughts would randomly play out in splashes of colors behind Aaron’s eyes. The bright colors like yellow, orange and red where used to express high energy or happiness, as the darker colors expressed calmness, sadness, or if it was tired. There were other colors that Aaron could not figure out, but was determine to crack the code. The concept of it all sounded completely insane, but it didn’t matter if it meant not being alone.
Aaron cocked his head to the bolted door, listening to the faint taps that echoed out in the hall way. The power inside him fluttered and showed various colors of green. It was curious. Aaron ignored it and used the wall behind him to stand and walk over to the bolted door to get a better listen. He touched the rusted metal and leaned over it to press an ear against it. Footsteps and a particular clack of a woman’s heel could loudly be depicted, giving Aaron a heads up that it was time to be heading for the operating room. Taking a few steps back, the man glared at that door, waiting for the locks to creak opened. Half a minute later, a halt of movement came from outside his door, and the jingle of keys chimed as the locks tuned one by one. The heavy door creaked open with a man proceeding through the opening, his eyes landing on the awaiting patient. Behind him, two bulky men proceeded without any question, and walked up to the raven haired man. They harshly forced his arms behind his back and cuffed them with a thick bracelet. Aaron didn’t give any of the doctors the respect of his attention, and kept his eyes to the ground.
“Mr. Ketchum” the man had a smile in his voice that Aaron didn’t like, “Today is truly something to celebrate! Thanks to you, we have reached a step closer to reaching our goal.” The blonde strolled up to his ex-partner and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. Aaron glared at him. “So I had a thought that suddenly popped in my head. Why not celebrate with the person who made this all possible?” Daniel nodded his head over his shoulder as he invited one of the coated colleagues hiding in the hallway to come over, “Lizzy, I want you to meet the man who will be demonstrating your discovery.”
Upon hearing the familiar name Aaron’s eyes snapped up to the one person he had not anticipated to see. A young woman made her way through the crowd of men blocking the entry, her golden eyes finding his brown ones. Her eyes widened upon figuring out who her assigned patient was, stopping dead center of the small cell. Aaron couldn’t bring himself to speak the words that formed in his head upon seeing his childhood friend just a few feet away.
Daniel smiled to the young woman and reached for her hand, “What are you so surprised about, Elizabeth? Who did you think I was talking about?” The girl glanced between her brother and the torn man that stared at her. Daniel chuckled, “Surely this wont interfere with you presentation?”
“N-no.” Elizabeth straightened herself and turned on her heels, “I assure you this man has no affect on me.” With that said and done, she hurried herself out the door without another look back.
Daniel grinned and turned to the guards holding Aaron, “It’s time to head to the operating room, so cover his eyes, and follow the group.” With a yes sir, one of the guards faced Aaron, carrying a thick bag in his hand. Before Aaron could take another look at the man in white, his sight was taken away by pitch blackness.
Something inside Aaron shattered as the world around him spun. A horrible pain branched out from the core of his stomach and the back of his head, quickly spiking painfully in waves of discomfort. Pressing his forehead closer to the splattered floor, a sudden deafening mixture of sounds began to ring loudly in his ears, and the energy that flowed through him began to pulse. The pain was excruciating, like his blood underneath his skin was suddenly replaced with poison or mercury. Aaron brought a fist against the tile as he screamed in agony. Somewhere within the room someone noted his reaction and started to write it down on paper. His forehead rolled over the hard surface of the ground and his eyes strolled upwards to glare at the white coated men and woman surrounding him like an exhibit, all noses glued to their notebooks as they examined his pain. He couldn’t understand why they just stood there and watched him like this. It was cruel.
A woman from the group took a step towards him and bent down to be at his eye level. He recognized her cropped red hair that sat on her shoulders, and round, golden eyes, making him cringe from the sight of her.
“Notice how the subject reacts to the serum.” She states, “In a normal case scenario, he’d already be dead, but due to the chemical that is embedded in his blood and system, in only a matter of minutes the poison is completely washed out from his system.” A low mumble came from the group as she turned to the panting man on the ground, and touched the side of his moist neck, “His heart rate has returned to its normal pace and he is slowly returning back to his original state.” Returning her hand she rose and demanded the men standing on the opposite side of her to pick up Aaron off of the floor.
“So from what we can gain from this presentation is that if we can manipulate this chemical, we can generate a race where it is impossible to poison or kill individuals using injections.”
Aaron’s face twisted in disgust as the group began to clap for her. Hearing someone approaching him, Aaron prepared himself as two large hands gripped him by his arms, lifting him up and directing him back onto the metal table where he had been experimented on. Aaron thrashed against the men’s hold, ignoring the pain still formed in his core, and yelled for his release. Many of the people in the room ignored him and filed out of the compacted space. The stranger slammed him onto the cold table demanding him to stay calm as nurses nearby began to strap him in. As he felt the leather straps tightly coil around his ankles Aaron panicked and flopped on the table, yelling again for the man to release him. They all ignored him and he was successfully strapped in.
The woman from before approached him again with a devilish smile, “Great work today Aaron, you put on quite a show.” He huffed and continued to fight against the leather straps. She laughed and tenderly reached out to touch the side of his face, “You’re still the same. Even when we were kids you were always such a spark.”
“Shut up!” Aaron jerked his head away from her and growled, “Don’t talk to me like you’re my friend!”
“That hurts you know that?” she giggled and leaned against the side of the metal cot, “Weren’t you the one who wanted to be my friend?”
“That was before you became like you brother” Aaron gave up on the straps and laid there panting, “Before you decided to use me.”
“It’s only for a little while and my brother promised that he’d release you.” She paused and lowered her eyes, “Why do you insist on resisting us? Your helping us improve the better of humanity—“
“Humanity my ass” Aaron’s head rolled so he could look at the girl, “Using the thing that’s inside me to produce an unbeatable army, yeah that will surely save everyone. Do you realize what will happen if anyone were to get even the smallest amount of what’s flowing through my blood?” He waited for her to answer but she didn’t. “That person wouldn’t even be able to control it. You have to be born with an ability like mine. This isn’t some kind of magical serum **** that you see in the movies that suddenly makes you stronger or faster.” Aaron leaned closer and hissed silently so that the other people in the room couldn’t hear the next part of his conversation. “What’s deep inside me isn’t human—I haven’t even got full control of myself and I lived with it for all my life, so imagine giving it to a man who hasn’t had the time to train himself, or the being injected inside him. Your brother has no idea what he’s getting himself into.”
She stared at him and swallowed loudly, “You’re lying to me”
“Elizabeth” she flinched from the way he said her name. Aaron gazed into her eyes for a second, searching if the old her was still in there. “Take my advice and get away from all of this” he motioned the room with his chin, “get away from all this madness before it explodes into something terrible.”
The red head bit her lip and removed her eyes from the man on the table, and straightened herself. “I can’t.” Elizabeth clenched onto her slowly aching heart and stared at her feet, “I have to stay by his side no matter what. Even if I don’t like what he’s doing I have to stay by him.” Aaron frowned and laid his head back on the table, disappointed. Elizabeth inhaled a breath and shyly spoke, “I just wanted to say that today is my last day in the lab, and I’ll be a recruiter from now. I was really happy to see you.” The back of her neck heated and her anger perked up suddenly, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this because I know you hate me and my brother, but I just wanted to tell you goodbye!” Without waiting to hear what Aaron had to say, she backed a few steps from the metal cot and ran for the door.
“You’re going to hate your brother once you realize he doesn’t see you as an important person.” This made her stop in the middle of the doorway, and look back at the man on the table. He was looking at her with unexpectedly bright, hazel eyes, and a lop-sided grin. The contact sent an electric shock to channel through body and she stumbled back a little in surprise. “Hope you know what you’re doing, Liz.”
She stared at the man a little bit longer and turned her back to him, and ran out the door. The man disappeared from her sight without a goodbye.
A beat skipped in everyone’s heart as they witnessed the silver glow manifesting through the thick smoke. Men in black screamed for their lives as many were seen through their shadows being thrown by unknown forces. Elizabeth whipped around and backed away a few paces from the freighting power that began to make its self known. Through the thick fog of debris, the light split the cloud in half with a ghostly aura trailing behind it, aiming down to the dumbfounded red head. Elizabeth’s eyes widened and her mouth parted in awe, as the blazing white light became closer and closer.
A series of loud robotic beeps invaded the air catching her attention. Regice dashed to her aid, locking itself in front of her, and crossed its large crystal arms into an X. The shimmering light blazed bright in an instant, accelerating to clash with the large ice type. The blow sent the Ice type skidding backwards, almost running over its master. Regice screeched at its attacker in its foreign language, pushing the force away. Elizabeth glared through the fading smoke to where her Pokémon had launched the energy back to, and was surprise to see a blue frog staring blankly back at her. The frog-like creature raised its orange tipped hand again in mid air, and lunched itself in her direction. Again, her Regice blocked the frog’s attack and pushed the enemy away. Her eyes locked on the mysterious Pokémon, how did anyone get in here?
A few coughs came from the blasted wall and emerging from it was no other than a tan breeder. Brock stuffed his nose into the sleeve of his shirt to use as an air filter, as his eyes scanned inside the room for his dear friend. “Ash! Ash, where are you!” Despite the commotion coming from the mysterious people in black, he could depict a faint Brock from the back of the burning room.
From behind him Dawn jogged her way up to him, clenching onto her empty poke ball, “Who are these people? There’s so many of them!” Dawn coughed from the contaminated air and squinted through her lashes as they started to burn, “Do you think this is Team Galactic doing this?”
“Not likely.” Brock watched as his Croagunk battled against a large Regice, as Dawn’s Mamoswine rammed the men in black against the weak walls. Brock clenched his teeth in determination. Whoever these people are they aren’t here for the Pokémon. Cupping his hand over his mouth, Brock called out to his friend, “Don’t worry, I’m coming to get you!” Brock turned to the girl beside him, “Make a pathway for me using Mamoswine!”
Dawn smiled back at him with assurance, “You have my word!”
Both of them looked to where the voice came from, seeing Ash’s Pikachu rushing tords them. The small mouse held a look of horror as it took in the scene. Through its ears it heard the cries of injured people, the crackle of the burning fire that consumed almost half of the room, and the one that had stricken the poor Pokémon’s heart, was the sound of its trainers harsh breathing. Without acknowledging the two friends in the doorway, the Pikachu dashed passed them and entered chaos.
“Brock!” Ash nearly choked on the breeder’s name, gasping for air greedily to shout another call for help.
There was something wrong with him, like as if his body was ready to explode. It wasn’t his shoulder that caused him a great amount of pain, but rather something else, something that was hidden in the center of his chest. Ash glared down to the burnt carpet and wheezed, using his good hand to clench onto the front of his shirt. Maybe it was because he was in this room, or maybe it was because of this fear of never escaping that made him feel this way. Lifting his head and straightening his posture, Ash clenched his teeth and fought back the pain in his chest, to look at the situation around him. In that fog of smoke he saw shadows, random flashes of light, and heard the many yells of men in pain. This would be his and May’s only chance of escaping. So clenching his jaw the teen quickly approached the girl still sitting on the floor and demanded her to get on her feet, and tightened his hold around her hand. Taking another glance around him, he spotted Dawn’s Mamoswine clearing a path for them to run through, and they both made a dash for it.
Elizabeth growled as she recognized the two teens amidst the thick smoke and flames, and wildly reached into her pocket to call out her second Pokémon. The loud crack of the capsule caught Ash’s attention, as the Pokémon’s form began to take shape. His brown eyes widened. The Pokémon floated in mid air, as its magnetic hands beginning to spark elegant branches of yellow, waiting for its masters commands. “Magnezone, use Sonic Boom!” All three of Magnezone's magnets glowed white, a loud hum emerging from the large Pokémon as it spun around, generating its energy to send a shock wave to the two teens.
Ash yanked May into his body, as both returned to the ground, successfully dodging the deadly attack. The attack destroyed the wall where used to be a bed, and the roof collapsed, making the room look lopsided. Ash huffed as he felt the same tension in his chest spread out to his arms, causing a little difficulty to get back on his feet. Checking to see if the girl was okay, the boy nodded and both were on the move again.
Elizabeth screamed like a lose animal out of its cage and clawed the air as she demanded her next attack, “Thunder shock, and don’t you dare miss this time!”
The Steel type began to charge itself, humming again in that metallic tone, its focus tacked on the two targets. Before Magnezone could release all that energy, a screech came from the shadows behind its target. A yellow glow with deadly sparks reeled the Steel type in, leaving a rustic scent in the air. It wasn’t too long until that powerful force collided with the surprised Pokémon, completely sending the large Magnet to slam up to the ceiling, and electrocute itself. Ash blinked from the sudden change of attack, and gazed into the dissipating smoke. The electric type’s cheeks flared with electricity, filled with anger and determination to protect its trainer. To protect its best friend. The Magnezone drifted out from its crater and glared at the small rodent below it, its magnets glowing white once again.
May tugged on Ash’s hand desperately, “We have to get out of here! Come on!” Ash ignored her, staring out to his Pokémon charging up to attack the enemy. “Ash!” As if to voice her pleases, the Pikachu glanced over its shoulder to shout for its trainer to escape, asking to put his trust on it to protect them. Ash made a face of confliction, and depended on that hand in his from staying there to help his Pokémon. Ash gave a look of apology to the girl, turned his back on the fight that was yet to break out, and lead the rest of the way out of the room.
Pikachu’s paws seeped into the burnt carpet, its sharp teeth exposed in a shrill of anger. The Magnezone was at its peak of its power and released a sound wave at the rodent, continuously aiming for it as the small Pokémon dodged each and every one. This made the steel type irritated, and it turned to another resort. Gliding closer for a clearer shot, the Magnezone began to make its own elegant electric show, its blue branches zapped at the ash filled air, charging up for the next deadly attack. Using its discharge to try and nail the rodent, the Magnezone spread its electricity in different directions for a higher chance of a hit. However, this Magnezone wasn’t dealing with some armature Pikachu, but rather a highly trained one. Leaping into the air, bending its slender back to dodge the attack, Pikachu rotated its body to face the large Magnet, and screeched a battle cry as it used thunderbolt. A blistering sound came from the Steel type as the attack hit it dead on, and its large body lingered in the air with the scent of rusted metal. Before the large Magnet would hit the awaiting ground, a zap of red surrounded its body and carried the poor thing back into its pokeball.
Elizabeth glared at the pokeball in her hand and stuffed it in her coat pocket. I’m going to have to replace you later. Looking up to the damage that was done to the room, and her current situation she growled a cuss and came down to her decision. It was time to fall back. Retrieving her Regice’s Pokeball she aimed it towards the Ice-Type, “Return!” Soon the light consumed the Ice-Type too. Clenching the sphere in her hand she called out to two remaining guards in the middle of holding back a Mamoswine, “The police will be here soon, it’s time to return to base.” A surprise look masked the two’s faces making the red head more angry, “Come on you idiots, Listen to your Commander’s orders!” Without question, the two guards recalled their Pokémon, and rushed to their leader’s side.
“Ash!” Brock slowed to a halt as the view of his injured friend came clear.
Brock’s eyebrows rose in shock, seeing the other person next to the panting boy. Not wanting to waste any time asking why May was here, Brock reached out to the overwhelmed boy, demanding him to use him as a support to get them out of the room. Assured that Ash’s good arms were wrapped around his neck, Brock carried him out the rest of the way, shouting behind him for May to follow. Before she did, she chanced a look over her shoulder, her sapphire eyes meeting with blazing gold. The woman in white glared with a deep hatred at her and said something incomprehensible to May’s ears. The guard to Elizabeth’s left smashed something hard to the ground, suddenly creating an explosion of dark smoke to consume the three. May squinted through the thick smoke, and felt at ease when she saw them no longer there.
“Hey you!” May jumped in surprise as a bluenette grabbed onto her shoulder, “What are you doing? The building’s going to collapse!” Tugging on her shoulder and eventually luring the teary eyed May, both girls rushed out of the flaming room and after the boy’s footsteps.
As she ran with the girl who led her to safety the tears she so dearly held back, were released. They flew freely in the air as she ran freely out of the collapsing center.
For now she was free.
Ugh, I really don’t like this chapter as much as my other ones…this stupid writer’s block was really beating me up! So I don’t expect much liking from you guys for this chapter but, here you go. I’ll try to make up for this in the next chapter! Thank you so much for reading, and if you can review! It’s the only thing that keeps me motivate to write!
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