₪ Pokémon Exsisto ₪
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Author's Notes: I've always been terrible with fics. Never could stick to one, I think. Never. Let's hope I can change for the last time. Another thing: each chapter title is written in Latin. To find its meaning, just look at the index, and the translation will be in italics. For those who wish to be notified of chapter posts, just simply ask/PM for me to place you on my PM list. No list be posted here just so users can stay anonymous (though I don't know why you should care). I don't update in a continuous sort, and my updating can range from posting a chapter every day to waiting for a week to post it; random yus.
Amazing as it is, I actually typed a chapter that went OVER the maximum limit of characters that could be entered in the text box, so I won't try to kill you with large chapters eber again unless I absolutely have to @_@
Prologue - Diaboli Quiritatio:Scream of the Devil
Chapter I - Fatum Plena Vesper: Fateful Evening
Chapter II - Ymber et Procella: Storm of Torrents
Chapter III Part 1 - Fuga Verto: Flight to Escape
Chapter III Part 2 - Fuga Verto: Flight to Escape
Prologue: Diaboli Quiritatio
Adult Language: Yes
Blood/Gore: Mild, Yes
They moved silently in the darkness, heading through the next tunnels to the other workplaces. A few of the scientists remained in the testing chamber, recording notes upon laptops piled on every counter. Crunching of keyboard combos was heard, and the breath of every individual working there gasped furiously as they pounded keys, daring not to disobey their project manager. The man walked around them, observing over their shoulders the progress of their work, grunting and nodding his shadowed face in content.
The powerful figure strode over to a man whose face had broken out in quite the acne; he wore glasses that shined so brilliantly that you could not see past them, and he had a hooked nose. The man's hair flew in every direction, and he was smiling stupidly, unaware that his superior was standing right behind him. On the incompetent fool's computer monitor was the image of several women out on the beach in bikinis, and apparently, he was enjoying this. Not his work.
The manager took a deep breath of solid anger, and then thrust his hand around the scientist’s neck. The immediately distraught scientist released a gurgling a noise as his Adam’s apple attempted to move upward to swallow. He choked in agony, just as the chief’s grip hardened, and his fingers moved quickly to close all of the windows that were on his laptop. It was no use, of course. The boss twisted his knuckled hand around, twisting the scientist’s body in the rolling desk chair, knocking it off into a corner. Several of the scientists had stopped working to watch this scene of violence, while others continued in fear of being targeted.
The boss pulled the scientist to face him, his hand still firmly snapping around his neck. The worker's broken-out face was becoming red and suffocated, just as the other man lifted him off of the ground.
“I do not pay my researchers to become erect, Mr. Nebley,” the boss whispered harshly, his deep, Italian accent smearing his cruelty all over Nebley. “I pay them to do my bidding, and if this rocket launching project is to be a success, I don’t need failures.”
“BUT…SIR…” the scientist choked in a Swedish tongue, “…FORGIVE…ME…I WILL…CONTINUE…WORKING…”
“Ah, but you’ve already betrayed my trust,” the Italian fiend barked, sweat from Nebley’s neck dripping onto his boss’ fist. “I don’t tolerate backstabbers, Mr. Nebley, and I don’t intend to keep one in this room.”
Suddenly, the man growled something under his breath, on a microphone attached to his coat collar. Not a moment afterward, as he still held Nebley in his reach, a pounding of footsteps came from the tunnels. The scientist shook his head miserably in anguish, wriggling in the grip of his chief. The footsteps were revealed to be that of two soldiers, skinny, and wearing black jumpsuits. A bowler’s cap was pulled over each of their faces, and small, thin whips were pressed against their sides. The scientist screamed as the boss released his grip and slammed his disgusting body to the floor, gashing his forehead terribly. Blood spilled onto the metal floor and dripped all over his face as the two soldiers placed their arms underneath Nebley's, and began dragging him toward the tunnel.
Nebley shrieked, his voice hoarse and gagging as the soldiers took no mercy in dragging him into the tunnel, which was lit dimly by a pale, fluorescent light. Apparently there was a struggle, as the scientist helplessly tried to overwhelm them, but out of view of the work area, they took him into the hallway, where their silhouettes were cast darkly on the walls. Then, at once, the soldiers snapped their whips from their sides and began beating the scientist, slashing at his face and body, causing him to shout blood-curdling screams. The crack of the whip was heard brutally, and sent a chill up everyone’s spine.
The soldiers heaved Nebley’s body up, and resumed through the chamber, dragging him along. Around the corner, small droplets of his blood had sloped down from the hall. Every scientist stared at the whole scene with sheer fear, and the bone-chilling incident that had just occurred. They did not say one word, but began to work once again. The boss grinned in content once more. He tossed a finger at one of the scientists sitting on the left subsection, a woman with dark, brunette hair.
“Dr. Keyes, what is our progress on the missile status?” he rumbled.
“The missile is complete in the combustion chamber, and all other anti-dimensional grids have been simulated, tested, and approved to be placed inside the hull of the body,” she replied, tapping at the keys calmly.
“Excellent,” the boss said, grinning as he turned to the tunnel. “Once this rocket has taken off, you will receive a promotion, Lily.”
“I’m honored sir,” she said breathlessly. “But…what about…”
She pointed to the pool of blood on the floor, and the boss simply flicked his head back to eye it. He turned back to the tunnel, and said, “Call the janitor, for God sakes. He'll lick this place up.”