[Pokemon] Destiny Bonds

[CloudNine]

I see that this section only has one post, so I decided to post the story that I was working on. I don't know about it, but inspirations are inspirations. Oh right, some blood and stuff like that ahead, so I'd give it a PG-13 rating. To all those people looking for shipping, sorry to disappoint you. This fan-fic has zero shipping.

Prologue: Moonlit Skies

We can never know the future.
Predictions.
Faith.
...
Death.

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He crouched as the guards walked past him, silently praying that they would not spot him. Outside, shouts were heard as metal clashed in a flurry of sparks and screeches. He gulped, a large lump in his throat. The king was his target. Nothing less, nothing more. If he failed, it would mean his death. And the death of his family. No, he could not fail. He stealthily crept up behind the two unsuspecting guards, then in a flash, dislocated their heads from their necks. Grimacing as the blood splattered onto his black garb, he wondered if the lives of those guards were worth his life and that of his family.
The castle was large. That was for certain, and the king’s chamber was deep in the heart of it, past many more guards. He gripped the armor of the slain guards, and dragged them into the servant’s quarters. All the servants had long escaped when the fighting started, and he figured that it was a good hiding spot for all the bodies to prevent the alarm of an assassin being raised. Foot steps behind him raised his hairs, making them stand on end, but the people walking past never looked through the sliding door. He took a peek, and realized that the guards guarding the ground level were all together. It was the perfect chance to wipe them out.
He gripped the Pokeball on his belt and enlarged it, before flinging it, and the Pokémon inside burst out in a flash of light, alerting the guards immediately. “Crap. Shouldn’t have done that.” He muttered. The glow for the Pokémon was slowly fading, revealing a power ranger lookalike Pokémon. A sharp round red and black helmet-like thing, together with a gold, double headed axe blade made up its head. The broad and red, yet gold tipped shoulders resembling shoulder pads, when paired with its black torso and arms gave it a rogue-like appearance. Glove-like hands which were metallic in appearance and had blade like structure attached to them, rose menacingly as it stuck a stance. On the torso were two circular blades, resembling a ribcage. Its circular, yet fat thighs connected to its feet. Both metallic and blade-like, the split down the middle on its feet somewhat resembled hooves, similar to steel war boots. “Alright Bisharp, Metal Sound.”
The Bisharp started scrapping its arms together, emitting a loud, horrible, yet strangely melodic screech. The assassin, who had already stuffed ear plugs into his ear, flung open the door and stared at the guards, who were all clutching their ears in agony. “Sorry.” He whispered as he slit the men's throats, who were all unable to do a thing. Was his life worth theirs? He recalled Bisharp, and stared at the bloody ground in front of him, littered with dead bodies. It was night, so no one would notice the blood; the bodies were a different story. He sighed and began the grim work of pulling the bodies, one by one, into the servants quarters. The clashes outside was already getting duller by the time He finished his ghastly job.
He ran up the stairs, expecting to meet guards at every corner. Mysteriously, he encountered zero guard while running. They must be fighting. He though. Or dead.
He was already at the king’s quarters and panting heavily before he knew it. “I-I’m here!” He gasped. He counted to ten as he tried to stabilize his breathing rate and heart pace, but he only succeeded in quickening them. The king was asleep. He clutched his knife in his shaking hand. Here was the king who ruled the country. Here was the king who governed the people, who cared for them. The enemy who hired him, wanted the power, and had raised and army, hired assassins, but only him passed the test. Here was the king, so defenseless. Could he do it? Could I? He questioned himself. Yes he could. His life and his family’s was at stake.
Maybe… He though as he gripped his Scyther’s pokeball. If Scyther did it… Then he remembered his contractor’s words. “Heh Pokémon? Who needs them?” Those words were still swimming around in his mind as he plunged the dagger home.
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Under the moonlit skies, the kingdom fell, and the country plunged into despair…

[Ross]

I love it!
It's awesome!
But shouldn't the last line be "As he plunged the dagger home" rather t"han "into the home"?
and "He slit the men's throat's" rather then the "the throat of each men? Just a couple of suggestions.

[CloudNine]

Good point. Making the changes now.

Chapter 1, but I won't be posting anyone soon because my exams are coming, next week to be exact.
Chapter 1: Call of the Hero

“Alright Bisharp, Metal Sound.” It was that dream again. That dream. He has been having it for the last three months. It always started like that. Davis groaned as he braced himself for the inevitable screech. He had grown used to the blood and gore he saw, but that screeching sound was a whole different story. Just as he clapped his hands around his ears, the horrid screeching began. It sounded as though a whole truck of metal started scratching the ground, and Davis still could not believe the man in the scene move like absolutely nothing was amiss.
Davis knew what was up, the blood, the gore, the killing. The dead guards. Davis tried to turn away, as he had already tried a thousand times, but that was just a dream, and turning away was impossible. He watched in grim silence as the man cloaked in black slit the throats of the helpless guards, he watched, trying to wrench himself from what he presumed as a horrible nightmare, but failed helplessly. The man finished his bloody job, and started to drag the bodies one by one into the room.
The man, shrouded entirely in black, finally turned around, gripping the knife and Davis got a good look at him. The scene was in grayscale, so defining features were hard to spot. What Davis could see was the black ninja-like garb he was wearing, as well as his height, which was relatively tall compared to his bulk. The rest were blurred images that seemed to float around his mind even after he woke up. But he had already seen all this about a hundred times, seeing as he had the same recurring dream every night. He had come to expect it, and had started taking note of minor details that anyone might have missed. The man would fidget around when standing still, rubbing the edge of the dagger with his gloved thumb. He also noticed that the man’s hand was scarred; a large slash was there, although quite faded. He wore sandals instead of shoes, and the dagger was twice as long as his hand. Davis found the last though amusing. Who measured the length of daggers in dreams?
The scene changed, and Davis found himself standing in front of a large door. The assassin was panting heavily, seeming to be calming his nerves. He stretched out his hand, then pulled it back, unable to decide on his course of action. His hand moved slowly towards the Pokeballs at his belt, but then suddenly snapped back towards his side. Davis did not notice that action at first on his first few trips to dream land, but he caught sight of it after his fourth or fifth visit. Davis found it amusing, yet he also felt bored, for the man looked like he was having an internal argument with himself. He just stood there like a statue, like he was waiting for something to happen, but in reality, Davis reasoned that he was just scared of what he was supposed to do next. He would be scared too.
Finally, after forever, the man silently pushed the door open. The doors swung soundlessly, and even though Davis had watched this scene for the last three months, he still half expected to the sleeping figure in the room to suddenly rise and defend himself. Davis watched in rising suspense as the man crept stealthily towards the lump lying on the velvet bed. Davis knew that there was a war raging outside, and found it intriguing that the king of the castle would be fast asleep. Did he think too much of his troops? Or was he just tired of living?
Davis watched in silent horror as the assassin’s hand moved towards the Pokeballs one last time, then jerked towards the dagger at his belt, before bringing it down on the-
The scene faded, just like Davis knew it would. He would have HATED to see the end result. I guess this is where I wake up, sweating heavily like always. Davis thought to himself. Instead, the blackness persisted. He found the darkness inviting him, calling him closer, but Davis resisted, or tried, for he still felt his consciousness flowing towards the darkness ahead. This isn’t what’s supposed to happen! Davis yelled in his mind.

Davis! Come to me!

No!

Davis.

Davis!

“Davis!”

“DAVIS!” A loud shout jerked Davis wide awake. He flopped uselessly for a few moments, then realized that he was awake, and staring into his sister’s mischievous face.
“Lydia!” He yelled. “Don’t do that!”
Lydia put her finger to her mouth, and giggled. “Aww… You had dat dweam again wite?” She said in a childish voice.
Davis glared at her and grumbled, “Mom shouldn’t have put us in the same room.” The room they were in, seemed weird, even to their mom and dad. Davis’s half of the room was littered with clothes and video game covers, with a large poster on the wall that broadcasted: “MapleStory: The Big Bang” towards the world. His bed was merely a mattress on the floor, and on it were a large array of games and DVDs, complete with matching PSP and NDS consoles. A large screen hanged on the wall onto of his bed, with a Wii console just below it, yet strangely, none of his games crossed the invisible boundary that marked his sister’s area.
A huge bookshelf set on the wall, loaded with Manga books and Romance novels marked the boundary between the siblings area. Her bed, which seemed to occupy her entire territory, was the complete opposite of Davis’s, with a princess style bed sheets and a fluffy pillow and three bolsters. Davis was not sure why Lydia needed three bolsters, but he decided against asking a long time ago. Her clothes were hanged neatly at the corner, and she was the perfect example of the stereotypical girl. Even the walls around her bed was covered with pictures of movie stars.
Davis took note of the surroundings, wishing he had his own room, before pushing Lydia off his bed and getting up. “I shouldn’t have bought that Pokémon game.” He grumbled. He had bought Pokémon Black three months ago, and ever since he completed the game, he had been having that dream. He fingered around for his NDS, before switching it on. Davis was THE hardcore gamer. No one else could compare with him. He could play three games at one anytime, and when he was serious, eight complex games would be finished in eight hours. Everyone wondered how he did it, because he only played games he had not played before, and even then, he finishes it faster than someone who had already played it a million times. It wasn’t long before Davis was jamming the buttons on three different NDS consoles.
“Really, you’ve got to stop your game addiction.” Lydia chided him.
“It’s not an addiction!” Davis snapped back, pausing the three games in a split second as he turned his head towards Lydia. “You tell me that every morning.” The three pause buttons were hit again as Davis zoomed back into his own world.
“Whatever.” Lydia said as she slung her school bag onto her back, “You’re gonna be late for school.”
After Lydia left the room, Davis turned off two of his consoles, and while holding his game in one hand, he dressed for school with the other. He did it at a speed a normal human would, even though he was only half thinking about doing it. Davis swung out of the door, and stepped downstairs in a steady speed. His mother was already cleaning up Lydia’s portion, and she had already left for school.
“Do you want eggs or bread?” His mother asked. She asked that question every day, but Davis always replied with the same answer.
“Eh.”
“Okay.” Davis’s mother smiled sweetly as she went into the kitchen to get his eggs; it was what he ate daily. She was used to Davis’s addiction to games, and had resigned herself to content that his results were still in top shape.
“If it dropped though,” She reasoned, “Those games have got to go.” She told herself. In fact, she did this every day; it was one of the only ways that she could convince herself that her son was a genius, and playing games was perfectly fine for him.

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School passed by in a breeze, and Davis was back in his room, jamming buttons again.
“Whoah!” Davis heard a voice as he swung the Wii remote towards the left, in an attempt to destroy the enemy that was on the screen. Davis turned, and was Lydia staring at his hand like it was capable of destroying the world. “Watch it.” She snapped. Setting her school bag carefully against the wall, she bounced out of the room in a happy manner. Davis snorted and went back to his game.
“Crap I died.” He mumbled. He found his vision blurring, and his head touched his chin before he realized that he was falling asleep. “That’s weird, I don’t sleep during the day.” He mumbled to himself. More nonsensical mumblings followed, as Davis complained to himself about ‘falling asleep and dying in the game.’
The room suddenly disappeared as a bright blue flash interrupted his game.
Davis looked up from his game as he noticed the change. He found himself looking up towards an orange dust coated sky. It seemed dull in comparison to the sky Davis usually saw. “W-where am I?”
“Welcome to Gryya.” An unexpected voice made Davis whirl around. The man he saw was tall. That was the first thing he noticed. He wore spectacles and a large black jacket, while his sky blue, uncut hair was tied into a ponytail, abet a long one, which reached all the way to his waist. Two large bangs on both side of his face, tucked neatly to the sides, and his small, emerald eyes gazed intently on Davis , making him feel uncomfortable.
“Gya?” Davis asked.
“Gryya.” The man corrected him. “I trust you have burning questions in your mind, may I presume?” He squatted down beside Davis, before noticing the PSP in his hands.
“Yea-Hey WAIT!” Davis shouted as the man made a grab for the PSP.
“Ooh! What’s this?” The man exclaimed, hitting random buttons. “What does this button do?”
“Lemme save- first…” Davis watched in sheer horror as the man opened the disk tray and removed the disk from it. “Oh great.”
“What’s this?” The man, who Davis had came to hate, started waving the disk in the air. “Ooo rainbow!”
In the space of thirty seconds, the PSP went from perfectly fine, to utterly obliterated. –Crack- The man broke the disk. “MY GAME!!!” Davis shouted with tears in his eyes. That was the last straw. “Give me that.” Davis snarled as he ripped the disk from the grim reaper’s arms and picked up the PSP on the ground. He then sat down on the ground, and started digging a make-shift grave for his precious console.
“Now, where was I?” The man said, apparently oblivious to Davis’s mourning. “That’s right. You’re probably wondering where you are right?”
Davis ignored him and started bowing to the grave, wishing the PSP a good afterlife. Then he dug into his pocket, and pulled out another PSP. “No your are not taking this PSP!” Davis roared at the man as his hand stretched out towards the new console.
“My name is Kit, and I’ve called you here to be a hero.” The man, Kit, said. “You are in the world called Gryya, and currently, this world is in a time of crisis.” The introduction was very short, but it covered the main points, as Davis noted. Not many people know it, but Davis was the ultimate ‘multitasker’. Currently, Davis was listening to Kit, playing his PSP, and thinking of his current circumstance.
“No.” Davis said in a split second decision.
“However-What?” Kit, who was rambling about on the world and people in it, stopped mid-word and dropped the spade he was holding. “No? You can’t say no! You’re the chosen one!”
“Well I said no and that’s that.” Davis snarled. “Now send me back to my world!”
“B-but you’re our only hope!” Kit stumbled on his words, after hearing Davis’s immediate rejection. “Our sources say that you are the best at saving worlds, and that you have the highest chance of saving ours!”
“Well, gg!” Davis roared. “I’m good at saving worlds, yea, IN GAMES! There’s someone in the second place of your whatever rankings right? Use him instead!”
Kit started pacing around, a finger on his chin. “I can’t force you, but are you sure that you can’t help us?” He asked Davis, in a last attempt to convince him.
“No.” Davis stated loudly. “I’d appreciate if you’d send me back now, thank you.”
Kit cocked his head to the right, scratching it in an attempt to gather his thoughts. Then, his hand moved towards his red-and-white orbs at his belt, which Davis did not notice. Grabbing one of them, he plucked it off, before pressing a button in the middle. The ball enlarged, and Kit flung it towards to the sky.
A flash of light, and a shape of a Pokémon formed on the ground. After the light faded, Davis saw a green colored bird Pokémon resembling a totem pole standing on the ground. It’s distant eyes stared off into the distance, and Davis found himself looking towards where it faced. Paper-like wings were attached to its torso, and Davis wondered if it could fly. “Teleport.” Kit told the Xatu. Xatu apparently understood the meaning it the words, and faced Davis with its distance eyes, that started glowing a pale blue. Yet nothing happened to Davis.
“Xatu.” The bird Pokémon said in a monotone voice.
“Xatu says he can’t.” Kit told me.
“HE WHAT?”
“Well I can’t send you back now. The spell can only be performed at dusk.” Kit explained to the raging Davis. “Why not head to camp first. Maybe you’ll change your mind.”
“I guess the battery could last for one day…” Davis mumbled to himself, before following Kit towards the camp in the barren desert they were in.

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Lydia pushed open the door to the siblings room. “Davis?”
She looked in, and seeing the empty room. Davis was usually in there at this time of day. He was always in the room, in fact. She jumped onto his mattress, thinking that he might be in the bathroom, and wanted to surprise him. She waited, and waited. The seconds ticked by, and Lydia felt a yawn coming. “Waiting is sure boring.” She told herself.
Lydia was just about to leave the room when a blue light started shining around her. “Eh?”

[PokemonRules!]

Just copy and paste that into a new thread, looks good.

[CloudNine]

Copy and paste what?

[PokemonRules!]

The post above my first one.

[CloudNine]

Why a new thread?
The first chapter was the prologue.

[shadow uae]

i like the first one

[BlackSteel]

epic writing love it

[theBlob]

intriuging stroy lol. Although Hanged isnt a word ( I think its hung )