Story Notes:
I came up with the story one morning, and I've been frantically trying to construct it. This is my first story on AGNPH. I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to update as often as I can
Repent
I returned back to the lab with a genuine air of satisfaction. I didn't let the professor fully break me, and I would never let him break me again. I saw the professor standing near the door to the computer room, his face contorted into what appeared to be a sinister smile. I returned the smile with one of my own, making his smile fade away into the contours of his face.
The man seemed to grow more and more sadistic each time I saw him. He didn't want peace... he didn't want to come to terms with his past. All he seemed to want was to exist on his own terms. He didn't want me to excavate the past. He didn't want me to see the truth he had hid so well.
It pained me to think that my existence was hurting the man, and I wanted to do something to ease the pain.
However, things were progressing far beyond the threshold of forgiveness. I didn't know just how long I would be able to keep things from progressing to an even more dangerous level.
I wasn't about to give up, though. I simply couldn't leave that mew behind. I felt the need to venture into this job, well beyond the justification of normal human curiosity. This was dangerous...this was stupid... but I was certain it was what I wanted.
Nick was by my side, talking to me about how unbelievably huge the breasts of the women at woopers were... something that didn't resonate with my current thought pattern. I wasn't trying to tune him out, but I was tuning him out regardless.
"Yeshua", the professor spoke at last, capturing every fiber of my attention. I looked at him to see his visible left eye glaring at me. I didn't need to answer. He knew he had my attention. "Get to my office now."
I did as I was told, concealing every bit of my emotion as I did so. I could envision Nick just staring back at me, concerned. I was never this obedient to anybody. However, my job was as stake. I needed to do my work.
I arrived at the familiar office setting of the professor. It stood back at me, taunting me maliciously with its elaborate deception. The room seemed much more sealed than any other visit. I was the professor's greatest nemesis on the face of this earth: truth. However, the professor despised my existence to the point of downright denying it. Ever since he had been abandoned, he had done nothing but study and create, determined to carve his existence into eternity. I was killing him... his legacy.
The door to the office swung open again. The professor walked over to his desk and sat down, gazing at me menacingly.
"I need more...", he spoke at last.
I just stared blankly at him. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. "More what, professor?", I responded.
"More data!", he yelled.
This was a sad sight to see. It was as if the professor's biological clock had turned back decades. I wasn't staring back at a face of brilliance, but a broken man. I didn't mean to hurt him, but he would never understand that. I just responded quietly. "I'd be happy to. Just tell me what kind of data that you want me to collect from mew and I'll get right on it."
The professor expression changed back to his trademark indifference, and I knew then that he was back. "I want you to collect combat data about mew."
I cringed slightly when he said that. I never was one to condone violence, especially towards pokemon.
I envisioned myself in a situation where mew was by my side. In front of me were the spearow that had been pecking my leg earlier today. I envisioned myself telling the mew to use a psychic attack, as the spearow looked back at me helplessly.
I dispelled the scenario from my head. I knew that as scared as I was, I meant no ill will to anybody. I would do whatever I could to help the pokemon after I collected the data. I looked back at the professor before nodding. This answer seemed to please him. "Good", he responded.
I was curious about this task. I had never owned a pokemon, and I had never engaged in a pokemon battle before. I turned to the professor, curious about my task.
"So, who will mew and I be battling, professor?", I asked timidly.
The professor looked back at me, frowning. "Did I not make myself clear again? My sincerest apologies. No, you and mew aren't going to be fighting together. You are going to be using pokemon to battle against mew."
I felt sick at this realization. I was going to be using pokemon to fight mew? No... I didn't want to hurt her. How could I possibly explain to her that I had come down to the garden to attack her with a variety of pokemon. I...I didn't want to break the bond we had.
I was visibly shaken. I had two choices, both of which would destroy the bond that mew and I shared. I could either accept the task and be forced to inflict bodily and emotional harm to mew, or I could refuse and be fired, which would just inflict emotional harm upon the mew. I glanced up at the professor. My answer was obvious.
"I can't do it.", I said. This was it... I had chosen a path that would separate mew and I forever, but I had neglected the path that would lead to violence and conflict between mew and I. I knew that mew would be hurt by my absence, but I could take comfort that nobody would hurt her.
"Mmm", the professor replied, his expression not changing. "I had thought that would be your answer."
I looked back at the professor, confused. Was this some kind of test? Was he not going to fire me?
"You chose the path that was the most humane... a path that would minimize the amount of harm dealt towards everyone... A path that many would find admirable."
I was stunned to hear those kinds of words coming from the professor. Was he actually praising my decision?
"However", the professor interjected, interrupting my train of thought, "it isn't the most human one."
"The most human choice, professor?", I repeated, confused.
The professor looked at me coldly. "People are supposed to look out for themselves. Depending and relying upon others is a hindrance. It completely devalues existence."
I looked at the professor, rather offended by his rationale. "That isn't true!"
The professor looked at me, unconvinced. "Is that so, Yeshua? Well then, allow me to muddy up the path you are taking!"
"Muddy up?", I inquired. I saw the professor lean below his desk and open one of the drawers of it. I didn't have a clear view of what was in it. He took something out of it and then closed it. He brought up his hand so that I could see what it was that he had in his hand. I gasped.
The professor held a rather menacing-looking whip in his hand. It looked like it was made out of seviper skin. The handle of the whip looked a bit worn from repeated grip. The handle boasted a red insignia, probably from an organization that the professor had belonged to. The insignia was worn and I could not read it. I looked back up at the professor.
"You can go ahead and quit now, Yeshua. However, if you are not willing to battle the mew..." The professor unfurled the whip so it hung menacingly at his side. "Then I will be!"
This was bad... this was very, very bad. There was no humane path to choose anymore. If I left, the professor would probably inflict heaps of damage to the mew in the name of science. If I stayed, I could only take comfort in knowing that the damage inflicted would be nothing like the damage the professor would inflict.
He had trapped me. I had no choice to comply with his wishes.
"I'll do it, professor", I said, defeated.
"I know you will", he said. "And I'll make sure of that by coming with you."
I was scared... there was no escape now.
***
The door to the indoor garden opened and I stepped inside, the professor right behind me. I stepped to the center of the clearing. The mew was invisible, but I was in no hurry to find her. After all, I came here to hurt her.
"The second stone of that makeshift stone bridge for the water", the professor stated boredly. I looked over at that stone, and was surprised to see nothing. Then I remembered that was the point and proceeded to the stone bridge. I hopped onto the first stone and then carefully maneuvered myself so that I was sitting down on the stone. I turned to my left and faced the air on the second rock before speaking.
"Hi, cutie", I spoke at last, smiling.
"Mew", was the air's reply as it revealed a mew sitting on the rock beside me.
I stared at her, unable to bring myself to address the deed I was supposed to perform. I didn't want to. I saw the professor standing on the shoreline. I looked at the mew, who looked at me in a confused manner. I knew how I felt... how I truly felt about everything. I had the eye of truth... and I knew just how valuable truth was to the world. I couldn't doubt myself... I couldn't lie to myself. I had to be true to myself.
I glanced again at the mew with a smile, then I stood up and faced the professor. "I can't attack this pokemon, professor... I love her."
The words came out of my mouth in a simple declaration of truth. They could be challenged or despised, but not refuted.
"YESHUA!!", the professor shouted viciously. I barely had time to react as a whip flew by me and wrapped itself around my neck. The professor began to violently choke me with the whip, leaving me unable to find a way to scream. He tugged me to the side, dragging me through the water before dumping my body on the shore. He jerked me up with the whip with my face starting to turn blue.
"You pathetic piece of human garbage!! You've scourged the world with your existence! Both people and pokemon now have their existence devalued because of your pathetic ambitions...your pathetic feelings!!"
My vision was growing dimmer... I was starting to lose consciousness.
"You've cursed this world! I will have to work incredibly hard to clean up your mess, Yeshua!"
I was slipping out of consciousness... unable to respond or fight back. Suddenly, the professor's grip loosened and I fell down to the ground, gasping for air. I looked up, breathing heavily to see mew with her tail wrapped around the professor's neck tugging him away from me. He reached up and tugged until the mew let go of his neck and brought the mew in front of him.
"Stay out of this you ancient relic!!" The professor tossed the mew cruelly to the side before advancing on Yeshua again. "You should have left everything alone... you should have let the world alone! You should have left me with my greatness!!"
Still gasping for breath, I barely managed to squeak out a no.
He raised the whip again, and I cried out instinctively.
"Mew!! Psychic!!"
Before the professor could even respond, mew appeared enshrouded in an aura of psychic energy. She tackled the professor in the side, hard. The resulting blow knocked the professor into the wall of the garden, leaving a visible dent in the wall.
I looked at the wall before I slipped out of consciousness.Chapter End Notes:Things are far from over. The truth is coming, and it wont be merciful.
Next Chapter: The Plagu
The man seemed to grow more and more sadistic each time I saw him. He didn't want peace... he didn't want to come to terms with his past. All he seemed to want was to exist on his own terms. He didn't want me to excavate the past. He didn't want me to see the truth he had hid so well.
It pained me to think that my existence was hurting the man, and I wanted to do something to ease the pain.
However, things were progressing far beyond the threshold of forgiveness. I didn't know just how long I would be able to keep things from progressing to an even more dangerous level.
I wasn't about to give up, though. I simply couldn't leave that mew behind. I felt the need to venture into this job, well beyond the justification of normal human curiosity. This was dangerous...this was stupid... but I was certain it was what I wanted.
Nick was by my side, talking to me about how unbelievably huge the breasts of the women at woopers were... something that didn't resonate with my current thought pattern. I wasn't trying to tune him out, but I was tuning him out regardless.
"Yeshua", the professor spoke at last, capturing every fiber of my attention. I looked at him to see his visible left eye glaring at me. I didn't need to answer. He knew he had my attention. "Get to my office now."
I did as I was told, concealing every bit of my emotion as I did so. I could envision Nick just staring back at me, concerned. I was never this obedient to anybody. However, my job was as stake. I needed to do my work.
I arrived at the familiar office setting of the professor. It stood back at me, taunting me maliciously with its elaborate deception. The room seemed much more sealed than any other visit. I was the professor's greatest nemesis on the face of this earth: truth. However, the professor despised my existence to the point of downright denying it. Ever since he had been abandoned, he had done nothing but study and create, determined to carve his existence into eternity. I was killing him... his legacy.
The door to the office swung open again. The professor walked over to his desk and sat down, gazing at me menacingly.
"I need more...", he spoke at last.
I just stared blankly at him. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. "More what, professor?", I responded.
"More data!", he yelled.
This was a sad sight to see. It was as if the professor's biological clock had turned back decades. I wasn't staring back at a face of brilliance, but a broken man. I didn't mean to hurt him, but he would never understand that. I just responded quietly. "I'd be happy to. Just tell me what kind of data that you want me to collect from mew and I'll get right on it."
The professor expression changed back to his trademark indifference, and I knew then that he was back. "I want you to collect combat data about mew."
I cringed slightly when he said that. I never was one to condone violence, especially towards pokemon.
I envisioned myself in a situation where mew was by my side. In front of me were the spearow that had been pecking my leg earlier today. I envisioned myself telling the mew to use a psychic attack, as the spearow looked back at me helplessly.
I dispelled the scenario from my head. I knew that as scared as I was, I meant no ill will to anybody. I would do whatever I could to help the pokemon after I collected the data. I looked back at the professor before nodding. This answer seemed to please him. "Good", he responded.
I was curious about this task. I had never owned a pokemon, and I had never engaged in a pokemon battle before. I turned to the professor, curious about my task.
"So, who will mew and I be battling, professor?", I asked timidly.
The professor looked back at me, frowning. "Did I not make myself clear again? My sincerest apologies. No, you and mew aren't going to be fighting together. You are going to be using pokemon to battle against mew."
I felt sick at this realization. I was going to be using pokemon to fight mew? No... I didn't want to hurt her. How could I possibly explain to her that I had come down to the garden to attack her with a variety of pokemon. I...I didn't want to break the bond we had.
I was visibly shaken. I had two choices, both of which would destroy the bond that mew and I shared. I could either accept the task and be forced to inflict bodily and emotional harm to mew, or I could refuse and be fired, which would just inflict emotional harm upon the mew. I glanced up at the professor. My answer was obvious.
"I can't do it.", I said. This was it... I had chosen a path that would separate mew and I forever, but I had neglected the path that would lead to violence and conflict between mew and I. I knew that mew would be hurt by my absence, but I could take comfort that nobody would hurt her.
"Mmm", the professor replied, his expression not changing. "I had thought that would be your answer."
I looked back at the professor, confused. Was this some kind of test? Was he not going to fire me?
"You chose the path that was the most humane... a path that would minimize the amount of harm dealt towards everyone... A path that many would find admirable."
I was stunned to hear those kinds of words coming from the professor. Was he actually praising my decision?
"However", the professor interjected, interrupting my train of thought, "it isn't the most human one."
"The most human choice, professor?", I repeated, confused.
The professor looked at me coldly. "People are supposed to look out for themselves. Depending and relying upon others is a hindrance. It completely devalues existence."
I looked at the professor, rather offended by his rationale. "That isn't true!"
The professor looked at me, unconvinced. "Is that so, Yeshua? Well then, allow me to muddy up the path you are taking!"
"Muddy up?", I inquired. I saw the professor lean below his desk and open one of the drawers of it. I didn't have a clear view of what was in it. He took something out of it and then closed it. He brought up his hand so that I could see what it was that he had in his hand. I gasped.
The professor held a rather menacing-looking whip in his hand. It looked like it was made out of seviper skin. The handle of the whip looked a bit worn from repeated grip. The handle boasted a red insignia, probably from an organization that the professor had belonged to. The insignia was worn and I could not read it. I looked back up at the professor.
"You can go ahead and quit now, Yeshua. However, if you are not willing to battle the mew..." The professor unfurled the whip so it hung menacingly at his side. "Then I will be!"
This was bad... this was very, very bad. There was no humane path to choose anymore. If I left, the professor would probably inflict heaps of damage to the mew in the name of science. If I stayed, I could only take comfort in knowing that the damage inflicted would be nothing like the damage the professor would inflict.
He had trapped me. I had no choice to comply with his wishes.
"I'll do it, professor", I said, defeated.
"I know you will", he said. "And I'll make sure of that by coming with you."
I was scared... there was no escape now.
***
The door to the indoor garden opened and I stepped inside, the professor right behind me. I stepped to the center of the clearing. The mew was invisible, but I was in no hurry to find her. After all, I came here to hurt her.
"The second stone of that makeshift stone bridge for the water", the professor stated boredly. I looked over at that stone, and was surprised to see nothing. Then I remembered that was the point and proceeded to the stone bridge. I hopped onto the first stone and then carefully maneuvered myself so that I was sitting down on the stone. I turned to my left and faced the air on the second rock before speaking.
"Hi, cutie", I spoke at last, smiling.
"Mew", was the air's reply as it revealed a mew sitting on the rock beside me.
I stared at her, unable to bring myself to address the deed I was supposed to perform. I didn't want to. I saw the professor standing on the shoreline. I looked at the mew, who looked at me in a confused manner. I knew how I felt... how I truly felt about everything. I had the eye of truth... and I knew just how valuable truth was to the world. I couldn't doubt myself... I couldn't lie to myself. I had to be true to myself.
I glanced again at the mew with a smile, then I stood up and faced the professor. "I can't attack this pokemon, professor... I love her."
The words came out of my mouth in a simple declaration of truth. They could be challenged or despised, but not refuted.
"YESHUA!!", the professor shouted viciously. I barely had time to react as a whip flew by me and wrapped itself around my neck. The professor began to violently choke me with the whip, leaving me unable to find a way to scream. He tugged me to the side, dragging me through the water before dumping my body on the shore. He jerked me up with the whip with my face starting to turn blue.
"You pathetic piece of human garbage!! You've scourged the world with your existence! Both people and pokemon now have their existence devalued because of your pathetic ambitions...your pathetic feelings!!"
My vision was growing dimmer... I was starting to lose consciousness.
"You've cursed this world! I will have to work incredibly hard to clean up your mess, Yeshua!"
I was slipping out of consciousness... unable to respond or fight back. Suddenly, the professor's grip loosened and I fell down to the ground, gasping for air. I looked up, breathing heavily to see mew with her tail wrapped around the professor's neck tugging him away from me. He reached up and tugged until the mew let go of his neck and brought the mew in front of him.
"Stay out of this you ancient relic!!" The professor tossed the mew cruelly to the side before advancing on Yeshua again. "You should have left everything alone... you should have let the world alone! You should have left me with my greatness!!"
Still gasping for breath, I barely managed to squeak out a no.
He raised the whip again, and I cried out instinctively.
"Mew!! Psychic!!"
Before the professor could even respond, mew appeared enshrouded in an aura of psychic energy. She tackled the professor in the side, hard. The resulting blow knocked the professor into the wall of the garden, leaving a visible dent in the wall.
I looked at the wall before I slipped out of consciousness.Chapter End Notes:Things are far from over. The truth is coming, and it wont be merciful.
Next Chapter: The Plagu