Escape from Hell (the prologue)
CHANSON DU SOLITARE
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon, or any other trademarks used. All characters/trademarks are property of their owners.
I.
He stood at the balcony, observing the capital of his kingdom, Harberia. It was a great day, a perfect day for him. He then looked down, to insure the pistol he'd always kept with him was thereâ�"despite having access to an army that was millions strong, the weapon gave him a degree of comfort. The sun was shining, the people were out, doing what they normally would do, and there was a great degree of comfort in that harmony. He was a young man, not more than 14, but his mind was seemingly developed to where he could be a king to his kingdom. He was five foot seven, and had jet-black hair. His skin was olive-toned, but he was fairly light-skinned. His eyes were a pleasant brown, and had a hypnotic gaze. As well, along with the pistol, he kept a single Poké Ball on his belt, which carried an extremely powerful Blaziken.
But more peculiar about him was unseen by those who did not know himâ�"he had abilities unthinkable by most. He possessed the ability to fire red lightning out of his fingers, the ability to unleash nature, and the power to utterly unleash hell. But also, he had healing powers, as well as an undying loyalty. He was well trained in these arts, although ONE power remained...a power and a curseâ�"the Demon. When one of his kind felt extreme and total rage, the Demon would take over...and kill relentlessly.
He watched over the nation, until an armed guard burst in.
"My Lord!" he said, tired, "we must go! We're under attack!"
He drew out the pistol and activated the Poké Ball, and the Blaziken appeared.
"Tormentor!" he said, "We've got Nyonian forces incoming. Get to the emergency transport. I'll meet you there.'
With that, the Blaziken nodded and ran off.
"Officer," he said, cocking the gun, "let's go."
"Right away."
The two of them left the room and ran down the hall, where they encountered two enemy soldiers. Before anyone could say a thing, he shot them dead. As they advanced, the officer looked around the corner.
"There are five more around there," the officer said, loading his weapon. He advanced to shoot them, but an enemy officer shot him dead.
"Damn it!" he muttered. He turned the corner, shot the officer, and then returned to the original position. The other four attempted an advance, but he electrocuted them all. He ran down the hall until he came upon a door. He opened it, and saw the hangar, where a small battle was occurring. He took cover and began shooting at the enemy before dashing towards the UT-717, where Tormentor was attacking the enemy. He boarded the vessel, whose crew was already on standby, and prepared to go towards Earth.
They were flying through the Asteroid Belt when it occurred. They were doing well, but then, there was a loud crash, and two Nyonian soldiers appeared.
"Surrender, you bastard!" one yelled.
Takeru's response was gunning them both down, only for a hooded figure to appear. When he removed the hood, he realized exactly who he was, and smirked.
"Emperor Koré X of Nyonia." he muttered. "Didn't you get enough ten years ago?"
"You mistake me for another," the man said, "for I am not Koré. I am Santiago III, the heir to our people's glorious throne."
"Figures." he muttered, before firing a massive bolt of lightning at him. He dodged, and then began using his powers to maneuver the plane into asteroids. While the pilot struggled to fight it, he fought Santiago continuously, hoping to injure, or even kill him. He WAS the devil.
"You're stupid to do this, Santiago!" Takeru yelled.
"And you are stupid to fight me!" he jeered back.
The ship then hit a large asteroid, prompting Santiago to retreat.
"Damn you!" the King yelled.
But then he realized it---the ship was about to crash onto Earth. It was inevitable now; they would crash. He recalled Tormentor, and began helping the crew perform repairs. Sadly, the efforts were all in vain. As he realized the grim possibility of death, he began to prepare an energy field for impact.
"My Liege," the pilot said solemnly, "it's been a great honor serving you."
"And an honor I hope you will have again." he replied uneasily.
He nodded, and continued try to fly the vessel. Takeru looked over at a young officer, sent to protect him.
"Can I help you, sir?" he asked.
"I need you to check up on the heat shields. Preliminary scans show we'll need a minimum of 15% heat shields for favorable odd for survival. Otherwise, we're screwed."
"Yes, sir!" he said, giving a salute before going to the terminal.
He then looked out the window, and saw Earth. It looked habitable enough, as the scans showed oxygen was plentiful. All they had to do was survive impact, and we might be able to fix the ship.
"Sir!" the pilot yelled. "There are non-space faring sentiments on this world, and...the hell?"
"What?" he asked.
"Pokémon are here, as on Harberia. Do you think...?"
He quickly went to the cabin, and looked at the scan.
"This can't be...is this?" he stuttered.
"Well, they wouldn't know. The current civilization is a fledgling in comparison to ours."
"You said they're not space faring, but then what is that?" he asked, pointing to the ISS.
"Well, some of their nations may have space programs, but they're nothing compared to us.
"My Lord!" the officer said, "heat shields are at 20%!"
"Good." he said.
"18%..."
He froze, petrified.
"OK." he said. "Let's hurry, before the shields are gone."
The crew then activated the hyper drive, and they were falling down, at a speed unknown to most.
"Men," the King said, "if you have a God, pray to him now."
As they prayed, the vessel crashed into the ground. The impact was terrible, and he only could remember his body being wracked with nothing but pain...pain and hatred. He remembered fire, and he blacked out as he cursed the Fates for sending him to die on an alien world...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon, or any other trademarks used. All characters/trademarks are property of their owners.
I.
He stood at the balcony, observing the capital of his kingdom, Harberia. It was a great day, a perfect day for him. He then looked down, to insure the pistol he'd always kept with him was thereâ�"despite having access to an army that was millions strong, the weapon gave him a degree of comfort. The sun was shining, the people were out, doing what they normally would do, and there was a great degree of comfort in that harmony. He was a young man, not more than 14, but his mind was seemingly developed to where he could be a king to his kingdom. He was five foot seven, and had jet-black hair. His skin was olive-toned, but he was fairly light-skinned. His eyes were a pleasant brown, and had a hypnotic gaze. As well, along with the pistol, he kept a single Poké Ball on his belt, which carried an extremely powerful Blaziken.
But more peculiar about him was unseen by those who did not know himâ�"he had abilities unthinkable by most. He possessed the ability to fire red lightning out of his fingers, the ability to unleash nature, and the power to utterly unleash hell. But also, he had healing powers, as well as an undying loyalty. He was well trained in these arts, although ONE power remained...a power and a curseâ�"the Demon. When one of his kind felt extreme and total rage, the Demon would take over...and kill relentlessly.
He watched over the nation, until an armed guard burst in.
"My Lord!" he said, tired, "we must go! We're under attack!"
He drew out the pistol and activated the Poké Ball, and the Blaziken appeared.
"Tormentor!" he said, "We've got Nyonian forces incoming. Get to the emergency transport. I'll meet you there.'
With that, the Blaziken nodded and ran off.
"Officer," he said, cocking the gun, "let's go."
"Right away."
The two of them left the room and ran down the hall, where they encountered two enemy soldiers. Before anyone could say a thing, he shot them dead. As they advanced, the officer looked around the corner.
"There are five more around there," the officer said, loading his weapon. He advanced to shoot them, but an enemy officer shot him dead.
"Damn it!" he muttered. He turned the corner, shot the officer, and then returned to the original position. The other four attempted an advance, but he electrocuted them all. He ran down the hall until he came upon a door. He opened it, and saw the hangar, where a small battle was occurring. He took cover and began shooting at the enemy before dashing towards the UT-717, where Tormentor was attacking the enemy. He boarded the vessel, whose crew was already on standby, and prepared to go towards Earth.
They were flying through the Asteroid Belt when it occurred. They were doing well, but then, there was a loud crash, and two Nyonian soldiers appeared.
"Surrender, you bastard!" one yelled.
Takeru's response was gunning them both down, only for a hooded figure to appear. When he removed the hood, he realized exactly who he was, and smirked.
"Emperor Koré X of Nyonia." he muttered. "Didn't you get enough ten years ago?"
"You mistake me for another," the man said, "for I am not Koré. I am Santiago III, the heir to our people's glorious throne."
"Figures." he muttered, before firing a massive bolt of lightning at him. He dodged, and then began using his powers to maneuver the plane into asteroids. While the pilot struggled to fight it, he fought Santiago continuously, hoping to injure, or even kill him. He WAS the devil.
"You're stupid to do this, Santiago!" Takeru yelled.
"And you are stupid to fight me!" he jeered back.
The ship then hit a large asteroid, prompting Santiago to retreat.
"Damn you!" the King yelled.
But then he realized it---the ship was about to crash onto Earth. It was inevitable now; they would crash. He recalled Tormentor, and began helping the crew perform repairs. Sadly, the efforts were all in vain. As he realized the grim possibility of death, he began to prepare an energy field for impact.
"My Liege," the pilot said solemnly, "it's been a great honor serving you."
"And an honor I hope you will have again." he replied uneasily.
He nodded, and continued try to fly the vessel. Takeru looked over at a young officer, sent to protect him.
"Can I help you, sir?" he asked.
"I need you to check up on the heat shields. Preliminary scans show we'll need a minimum of 15% heat shields for favorable odd for survival. Otherwise, we're screwed."
"Yes, sir!" he said, giving a salute before going to the terminal.
He then looked out the window, and saw Earth. It looked habitable enough, as the scans showed oxygen was plentiful. All they had to do was survive impact, and we might be able to fix the ship.
"Sir!" the pilot yelled. "There are non-space faring sentiments on this world, and...the hell?"
"What?" he asked.
"Pokémon are here, as on Harberia. Do you think...?"
He quickly went to the cabin, and looked at the scan.
"This can't be...is this?" he stuttered.
"Well, they wouldn't know. The current civilization is a fledgling in comparison to ours."
"You said they're not space faring, but then what is that?" he asked, pointing to the ISS.
"Well, some of their nations may have space programs, but they're nothing compared to us.
"My Lord!" the officer said, "heat shields are at 20%!"
"Good." he said.
"18%..."
He froze, petrified.
"OK." he said. "Let's hurry, before the shields are gone."
The crew then activated the hyper drive, and they were falling down, at a speed unknown to most.
"Men," the King said, "if you have a God, pray to him now."
As they prayed, the vessel crashed into the ground. The impact was terrible, and he only could remember his body being wracked with nothing but pain...pain and hatred. He remembered fire, and he blacked out as he cursed the Fates for sending him to die on an alien world...