If you remember Dust to Deceit from a year and a half ago here at Serebii, then you'll be surprised to know how much it has changed in plot. Read for yourselves. Dust to Deceit is rated PG-13, just to be on the safe side. Be warned, there are themes of sexuality, including homosexuality and bisexuality, (though mostly of the female variation,) but they do not detract from the story. If anything, they add quite a few important themes and plots, but I'd just be spoiling too much if I told you all of it.
I am pleased to bring you a trainer fic unlike any other Vengeance, Cults, and Demons are only the beginning of the originality that is Dust to Deceit. There are aspects of space travel, not so genetic sciences, and lots and lots of detail. Where Pokemon have chances to have first person perspectives, and legendaries have their own personalities. Beware the gratuitous existence of Lugia and Moltres. Anyway, on we go
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Intro... this is to get all you newcomers interested and put you on the edge of your seat and the edge of reality in Dust to Deceit's most twisted and bare nature.
It rained in red. A torrent of crimson droplets fell from greying orange sky, as clouds of a dark, sickly red did little to block out the night sky above, meaning that this rain, was anything but natural. The droplets were warm, and sticky, bathing the ground in warm, fresh hemoglobin. Even the stars looked bleak, and a bright, sickly green as well.
The grass was dead, dried up, and crinkly. It was as hard as iron, but frail enough to disintegrate into powder at a simple touch. As all this happened, Phillip Molson gasped in horror. He could hardly believe that this... this Armageddon, was a reality. As he glanced about the dying red soaked earth, a sinister laughter caught his ear, and from what he could see, it looked as though there were five laughing faces, floating in midair.
Those faces, as strange as they were, terrified the boy, though he knew nothing about any of them. At that, one of the faces approached him, a grin upon its frightening face. “The Viral Storm of Souls and Hell!” it said. It almost sounded monotonous yet whispery, as though it were being chanted.
“The Viral Storm of Souls and Hell!” another one said as it floated towards him from the sky above. The emptiness of their facial forms were dead and void of any appearance whatsoever. There were no eyes, or mouths, just thin faces shrouded in a mysterious shadow.
“The Viral Storm of Souls and Hell!”
This time, at the loud outburst of the five monotonous, shadowed faces, the ground began to shake, and the sky suddenly darkened. The reason for this darkness was scary in its obviousness. In the sky was a giant sphere of cratered grey and white... and it was drawing closer and closer to the ground.
This, Phil concluded quickly, was the moon, pulling closer and closer every second, the ground beneath him beginning to crack, as though the entire planet were being wracked by seismic doom, and with the moon hurtling to the planet like a giant meteorite, the idea wasn’t too unfathomable.
The gravitational pressure was becoming to much. Phil could not hold his ground any longer as he suddenly felt so heavy, he landed face first in the grass, shattering the delicate, dry blades beneath him to a powdery nothingness He was drenched in red blood, and the scary thing was, some of it was coming from his hand.
As he attempted to reach up, his blood soaked hand trembled violently, as he felt the gravitational pressure of the moon rip away at him. He couldn’t even muster a scream under this pressure, not as though anyone would hear him. Again, as he lay on the dead, bloodied grass, his head managed to lift itself upwards in fear as he saw the five shadowy faces. Their emptiness terrified him more than the Earth’s impending doom.
In an instant, Phil felt himself being ripped from his dream state as he was violently rippeds back to the world of the awake. The vision of raining blood haunted his eyes, as the sight of the moon so close to impact terrified him greatly.
“The Viral Storm of Souls and Hell!”
The voices repeated it one more time, as he began to stir. The funny, yet at the same time horrifying thing was, he could have sworn he heard the shrill, faint whisper of the end of the chant even as he was no longer haunted by sleep.
List of Chapters and Interludes thus Far
These Chapters/Interludes are on Page 1
Chapter 1: Food for Hate
Interlude 1: A Copernican Complex
Chapter 2: Dile M for Murder
Chapter 3: The Days of Our Lies
Chapter 4: The Trial of Tears and Blood
Chapter 5: The Farce Will Be With You, Always
Chapter 6: It's All Inside
Interlude 2: They Might Be Gnats
Chapter 7: In Chef's Clothing
Chapter 8: Family Guys
These Chapters/Interludes are on Page 2
Interlude 3: Don't Steal My Thunder
Chapter 9: Clay is Thicker Than Water
Chapter 10: Boom, Straight to the Moon
Chapter 11: Embrace of the Conspire
Interlude 4: Chew the Rat With Me
Interlude 5: Sweet Dreams, A Bird of the Flame
These Chapters/Interludes are on Page 3
Chapter 12: In Which We Begin... Again
Chapter 13: A Series of Misfortunate Suspense
Chapter 14: Sewer and Later
These Chapters/Interludes are on Page 4a
Chapter 15: A Lavender Hair Experience
These Chapters/Interludes are on Page 5
Chapter 16: Of Mice and Mend
Interlude 6: In Clode We Trust
Chapter 17: Passion of the Mice
Chapter 18: Toto-ly Dour
Backlog 1: Missionary Impossible
These Chapters/Interludes are on Page 6
Chapter 19: Dinner and a Moving
Chapter 20: The Spider Insider
Chapter 21: The Calm Beefore the Swarm
Chapter 22: Bee'd Wrath and Beyond
These Chapters/Interludes are on Page 7
Interlude 7: Burns of Steel
Chapter 23: Bugger Off With His Head
Chapter 24: Mommy Drearest
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Dust to Deceit
Chapter 1: Food for Hate
“Goddamn it!” snarled a voice of rage and anger. The fury seethed in every word as they left the lips of the boy who enunciated them. “What possessed you to do such a thing?” he cried again as he stamped his foot for the ninth time in two minutes towards the warm grass below him, leaving little noise in his temper tantrum
Phillip Molson was filled with rage. A scowl marred his otherwise decent looking face. Wavy brown hair streaked down towards the back of his neck, and his green eyes deepened to a dark and angered shade. By his foot stood a short and confused blue creature.
Crocodilian in shape, this beast stood its ground bravely upon two legs, and had a frown currently sweep across its long snout. Its back, which covered in small red spines, stood on edge in fear. It tapped bravely upon the leg of the boy before him, fearful of knowing there would be consequences.
It took but not even a split of a split second to get the response as the boy spun around and continued to question angrily. “Why did you kill her?” he asked in utter loathing as he glared down the creature during the calm before the scorn. “Why?” he repeated, emphasizing heavily upon the first word, as if to leave a brutal truth be known. He lifted the creature by the nape of the neck with a forced and tight grasp. “You’re worthless to me...” he continued as he proceeded to toss it to the ground.
The pain the small crocodilian beast felt was indeed harsh, but it wouldn’t dare fight back. After all, it knew the cause of the boy’s anger, and thus felt guilty.
Phillip’s anger was indeed understandable to a point. It all started three days ago. He found his sister… dead. Where was this all? It was at a cave of many of these blue, reptilian beasts. His eyes caught their glances, and tears of anger began to well in the boy’s eyes. The sight was simply too much He could not bear to watch them feast upon his younger sister’s remains, which is no doubt what they’d intend to do, or so he believed.
It was saddening news and a river of tears flowed at the funeral that was held back in town the next day. To make matters worse, new trainers would be able to receive starting Pokemon in two days, and Phil’s sister was to be a new trainer. Though his father suggested against it, he sighed and replied, “Why not… it may take my mind off of it. Maybe I can live her dream for her. Not like I have any dreams of my own.” It was a reasonable logic. You can never live your dreams if you were dead. In his mind though, he knew he needed a change in his life, and this would be the perfect excuse.
Pokemon Journeys, as they were called, were perhaps one of the biggest mysteries the world would ever have to deal with. People, often children, would embark into the unknown with all but themselves, the clothes on their back, and perhaps a small amount of money. Of course, they’d also have creatures known as Pokemon, which were the person’s weapon of defense, as they traveled country in search of glory, excitement and most of all, they were in search of themselves. It was said to be a truly rewarding experience, yet one that could lead to total shame as well... if not reserved for those with a lack of concern for, or an immunity to death. Sara Molson, apparently, wasn’t as immune to death as the child could have hoped to have been.
The day came fast enough however, and trainers went to take their choices. There were three choices in stock for trainers that day. There was the bluish-green quadruped, Bulbasaur. The tinted green, leafy seed upon its back seemed to indicate some verdant power was hiding within. Perhaps a beautiful flower was waiting on the inside, but Phillip had no idea.
Next to it, an orange, baby chicken stood with beady black eyes and a lithe form, shaped like the flame of a lit candle wafting calmly in the wind. Its wings, stubbly and as hidden from reality as they were, were too small to enable this creature the gravity defying power of flight. It was no doubt to the grumpy boy that this was a frying chicken. It looked weak and innocent, but then again, it looked much better than option three.
The last option was… Totodile. It was the accursed reptilian species of sister murderer Phil would be damned if his hands were forced to touch the forsaken murderer, unless he were to be ringing its neck.
He pulled out of the possibility of a staring contest as quickly as possible. The more he looked, the more he felt inclined to ring his hands around its dastardly neck, ruining his likely chance of pursuing his sister’s dream. Phil didn’t care though. Gator genocide seemed to be the order of the day, and like the revenge that it was, it was a dish best served at absolute zero tolerance.
With a shrug, he decided that he may as well see who else was here with him. The first person his eyes came across seemed to be female, and one with a certain familiarity at that. With her rather pale complexion, she looked about twelve years of age. Her long, lithe green hair cascaded down the back of her neck like an endless field of grass. At the bridge of her small nose were deep pools of mud brown for eyes. For attire was a simple red t-shirt that hid not her slowly growing feminine body, and below, she seemed to wear a knee length skirt. It all appeared itself in a rather short package that vaguely past five feet in height, though she was sitting down, so it was hard to tell.
Yes… she was very familiar. It was Gina Meshing, a friend of his departed sister. Though he himself had seen her a few times, he had only once seen the girl actually with his sister. That however, was a few years back. Now however, he’d almost be damned, but he had to admit, she looked rather attractive, or would be in due time. She was quite appealing in his eyes, perhaps enough to one day be worth a good roll for a little fun and stress relief.
He had once heard, from his sister a few years back that some of her friends liked him. Why anyone would like a slightly overweight, introverted loner was beyond his comprehension. Besides, what the heck should nine or ten year old girls be doing by falling in love anyway? They should just be thinking of the fun the human body could have, for that was one of the few pridings of not only Kertonmel, but all of Mongolia, which happened the country that Kertonmel was situated in.
As Gina noticed his stare, she smiled, turning away quickly, and Phil turned his attention to the second human present. The other person to be there today looked quiet. His dark blue eyes seemed to stare with a most unfocused concentration of the absoluteness of nothing. To further the strangeness of his appearance, his skin was dark toned. In layman’s terms, he was a negro. As far as he knew, few dark skinned people ever had blue eyes, or anything other than brown at all. Regardless, he was very awkward, and probably someone who’d best be left alone for the entirety of his life.
A sigh escaped Phillip’s lips as he awaited the fate that was to come. ‘Well, its either the Bulbasaur or Torchic for me, it is.’ The choice between them however, felt tough to make, but thoughts were interrupted as Mr. Wilbur Hailar Brenetmos walked into the room.
“Ah... you’re all here.” he smiled. This was a man of intrigue, for a fair amount of Kertonmel’s Pokemon research was dealt with by this very man. Though said to be in his fifties, one could say he were thirty-five, if he simply dyed the whitening spots on his black, curled hair. His mustache was a thick black too, though whitening and age has also given it a grayness about it. His green eyes blinked as he stared over the three youngster who would be receiving starting Pokemon today.
He smiled as he looked the three trainers over. Youth like theirs was a blessing. It was a time of joy, pleasure, and fun... and Brenetmos always regretted how he wasted his time. “I take it I know why you are all here.” he grinned, as all three youths nodded, even the one who seemed to stare into space. It was as though that boy’s mind was one tracked, and nothing else even existed at all. “Ah, Gina. Good to see you.” he smiled to the girl, giving her a firm handshake.
“Hi.” she smiled. Her voice seemed calm as if she knew him well.
“And you I presume are Mitchell Parson.” Wilbur smiled, as he turned to face the Negro in question. smiled, “It is good to meet you.” he paused “Uh, hello?” he repeated again, vying for the boy’s attention.
The boy stared up at the man and nodded, “Eh? Oh, yea, hi.” he spoke quickly, and in rather reclusive manner, as though he thought less is more, and people were meant to be avoided.
He finally turned his attention to the boy. “Ah, Phillip Molson. I heard the bad news.” he said with a frown. “Sara was truly a good person, and will be missed.” he chuckled, for half a second, before snapping back to reality. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Eh,” Phillip said, falsely enthusiastic. “Don’t worry yourself with it. Just stop talking!” He demanded in a not so friendly tone.
The professorial man simply let it drop, for it was no use bringing up more sad endings on a day of new beginnings. “Well, since your choice to take this up was recent, I’m afraid that you’ll have to go last.” he said.
With a shrug for a response, the professor continued. “Well then,” he smiled as he went on to explanations of sorts. Descriptions about each Pokemon were brief and hardly enlightening. All the while the odd, and zoned out Mitchell seemed to be picking at his fingernails. Especially interesting were the positive things he had to say about Totodile. Well, it was interesting in a what the hell is this guy thinking sort of way.
“Yea, wonderful choice I love murder cases ” blurted Phil in sheer spite, as metaphoric venom spewed from each and ever lingering syllable. This of course, caught him the stares of all three people in the room. He himself had been shocked by the fact that he had dared to interrupt, and a slight flustering discomfort formed in a deep red shade upon his face and cheeks. “Oops... uh, never mind.”
The science man pushed back some sad truths he knew were true and proceeded. “Gina, you’re up first.”
The two people’s turns seemed to come and go, with Gina choosing Bulbasaur, that weird Negro taking the Torchic. This of course, did not settle well with the angst-filled teen. In fact, he downright hated the thought.
“Well, Phil, it seems that, um... elimination, has made your selection easier.” the professor smiled. He stood up and brought towards the boy a blue colored Pokemon. “Congratulations to you all!” the professor smiled.
Phil however, nearly snapped. His mind’s eye saw his sisters dream dissolve as though it were cotton candy in a pool of water, shattering like a great vase of very high value. He had failed his dearly departed sibling. He could not fulfill her dream with the use of a murderer.