BACK TO THE INDEX.
Presented in all it's original "glory" for everyone to "read" and "enjoy" in the "comfort" of their own homes.
This was.. abandoned... and while it was finished.. the rest was never done... maybe later? Naw.
This was.. abandoned... and while it was finished.. the rest was never done... maybe later? Naw.
Episode 6
"Remergence"
Part 1 of 3
"Solstice"
By Philip Wesley 1999 - 2000
Rated: R
Background Information: 10 years have passed and both Team Redline and the Neo Team Rocket have faded into obscurity. An urban myth. The military, and local police forces have made the need for such trivial groups. The numbers of Team Redline have slowly dwindled and the elite goup has grown smaller. However, a development in South America will change all of this. Team Redline has closed its doors. The members of the group dispersed, and the records of the groups existance filed away in government records to never again see the light of day... until now.
Chapter 1.
January 17th, 1998. Ten years ago.
"This should be enough. The patient seems to be doing fine." "Yeah, it seems to be perfectly okay, even after those horrific injuries." "I would have to agree, it's a hardy sucker. I mean, it went against the Biohazard and seems to be still alive." "We did have to rebuild part of it's body though."
Nine's eye lid flipped open. "Where the Hell am I?" Nine looked around and realized he was in what appeared to be a glass tube. Nine tried to move and discovered that he bound in by many wires, and shackles. "I'm a test subject again..." He heard the door to the room open and several footsteps come in to the room. "Here come the science bastards now.. I'm sure of it." Nine closed his eyes and started to concentrate.
"Well, it's vital signs are peaked for some odd reason.. I think it's awake. I suggest that we should leave and return with some type of weapon... this thing has killed before." "You're kidding right. It seems to be asleep." "No. The machine tells me that it is awake." "Right you are, bastard!" Nine said as he used Psychic to burst out of the tube. "And now, you are all going to frigging die!" Nine lifted a few of the medical tools into the air with his mind. He made a swift motion with his hand and the tools went flying into the air toward the scientists. "Wait." The tools stopped just inches in front of the scientists faces. "First, I want to know what you did to me, and why." "Well, we found you.. still encased in ice at the bottom of the bay. We saw what you did, and we wanted to try something with you. To make you the Ultimate Pokémon. Superior to everything." "Why. So I can get my ass kicked by a brain dead trainer and a mouse?" "Huh?" "Never mind. What did you do to me?" "We rebuilt you. But not with metal; but with cloned flesh and various genetic tissues. We took inherent traits of various other Pokémon and spliced in these attributes into you. You're a 'Second Model Mewtwo'.. you could say." "So... I can kill you easier?" "Umm... yeah... but.. please don't." Nine made the tools fall to the ground. Nine then lifted the scientists into the air. "So, who's in charge of this operation?" "Umm, this was funded by an anomynous person for Neo Team Rocket." "NO. I mean, which one of you dorks is in charge." One of the scientists nodded his head yes. "Oh. Okay. You die first." Nine clenched his paw, and the scientist started choking. Nine then raised his other paw, and clenched it into a fist. The scientist started to writhe and wriggle like a magikarp on a meat hook. The scientist then fell limp and started to bleed from the mouth. Nine motioned his hands into a circle and the scientist's body was flung into a wall at such a high speed that it left a stain like a bug on a windshield. "Now. I'm going to keep YOU alive, long enough to find out more about my new 'improvements', jerk."
Chapter 2.
February 22nd, 1998.
A few weeks later, in a deep corner of the jungle, a group of International Drug Police slowly made their way through the foilage. "If only this Manuel Cartrillo guy lived in the city. Damn drug lords gotta hide from us." "It was easier to do this in the States, believe me. We just needed to do locker checks." One of the members of the group heard something. "What's that?" "Probably a wild pokémon, Carlos. It's okay, there's three of us, and only one of it. It's probably a clefairy or something." "My family once had clefairy, it's actually quite tasty; we could catch it and barbecue." "What if it's a mew?" "That stuff only happens in movies, so just shut up." The leader of the team, suddenly felt his body being lifted into the air. A slight distortion appeared in front of the group. The distortion started to become clearer as Nine uncloaked himself. "Greetings, humans. I'm the Angel of Death." Nine remarked. "I invite all of you to follow me to a clearing near here. Where I will challenge whatever pokémon you have, and then I will kill you. I hope you accept; or you'll end up like this poor fool." Nine then waved his hand, and tossed the team's leader against the ground, then bounced the body against tree after tree like a basketball causing the body to break in many places. "Heh. It's some pokémon pinball." Nine smirked. "Oo! There goes an arm. Bonus points." The other team members watched in horror as their leader's body was being bashed to shreds against the trees. Nine smirked. "Don't look so scared. Your deaths probably won't be as gruesome... maybe. So, who wants to fight pokémon?" One of policemen stepped forward. "I would like to kill you first, jackass." He took out three Pokéballs from a bag latched to his belt. "Go!" He threw all of the balls, and out popped a golem, an arcanine, and a Slugma. Nine looked at the three pokémon. Nine started laughing hysterically. "Let's play make believe here, human. Let's pretend that I'm a blastoise. I would probably use... I dunno.. Hydro Pump!" Nine lifted his hand and a huge geyser of water sprang up from beneath the three pokémon. "They didn't stand a chance!" The policeman called his pokémon back into their pokéballs. "Oh.. crap." Nine then held his paw into the air, and lifted the policeman up into the air. "Would you like to take a shot at me.. yourself?" "N..n...no!" "Good. Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" "Umm.. let me live?" 'No. I'm going to have a barbecue, Clefairy Boy." Nine clenched his paw into a fist. "Fire Spin! It's like a lovely roast. I hope you brought marshmallows!" The policeman screamed in terror and pain as he felt his flesh melting off of him like a popsicle on a summer day. His burnt corpse clattered to the ground and shattered like glass.
"Next?" "I... don't want to die." Nine looked at the third policeman. "And why not? Isn't death the only way for a human to be at peace?" "I'm scared of dying." "You shouldn't be afraid of dying, human.. you should be afraid of me." Nine raised his paw and leviatated the officer into the air. "Do you have Pokémon with you?" "N..n...no.. I just have my gun.." Nine lowered the officer to the ground. "Then take out your gun and shoot me." Nine said. "I'll just hold still.. take your best shot. Go on." The officer took out his gun, a medium-sized .38. "That's an antique, human. Hardly worth shooting me with.. but.. go ahead." The officer held the gun tightly and pointed it at Nine, aiming for the tube of flesh attached to Nine's head. The officer pulled the trigger and hit Nine in the tube causing it to rupture. Nine reeled in pain and fell to the ground. The officer rushed over to where Nine's body had fallen and shot it a few times in the head to make sure it was dead. The officer shook his head and started to walk away. "Surely you have more bullets than that.." The officer turned around and noticed Nine slowly stand up. "You should be dead! Ordinary Mewtwo's DIE if that tube is broken.." Nine looked at the officer and smiled smugly. "I'm hardly ordinary..." Nine flexed slightly and the tube on the back of his head reconnected and the bullet wounds on his head closed up. Nine smiled devilishly. "How many bullets does that have left. The officers gun flew out of his hands an into the air in front of him. The gun started to crumble to reveal two remaining bullets. Nine smiled. "One for the money." Nine tilted his head to one side and the bullet spun in the air and went right through the officers throat causeing him to fall in pain. The officer lay on the ground, his face twitching slightly from the pain and his blood slowly seeped into the grass. "Two for the show." The second bullet flew straight through the officers forehead, killing him instantly.
Nine then cupped his paws in front of him. And created a small ball of energy. A picture of a scientist appeared in the globe. "Well, that was fun. I'm reporting back to the base now. Where it's quiet." Nine cloaked himself and then teleported out of the area.
Chapter 3.
Ten years later. February 21st, 2008
"You want me to do what?" A suprised Matthew Ridgerd stated. "I called you; because you caught the Biohazard. I work for the government. And we want you to investigate and catch something in South America. Yes, the nickname for the thing is 'evangelista muerte' by the people around the area. Over the last ten years.. we've lost nearly two hundred officers in that jungle. We find some of them; but they've either been burned alive, skinned, impaled, crushed to death, frozen solid, or they've been drained of blood, gutted, etc. We looked at your records. And we feel that you are the man for the job." The government official looked at his watch, then at Matt. Matt replied. "You mean.. you want me to go to the middle of nowhere to find something that will kill me in many hideous ways?" "Basically..." "What am I being paid?" "Enough to make Regis choke." "To death?" "I suppose.." "Well, I don't much fancy my life... just give me a few Pokéballs and a large gun.. and I'll be fine." They shook hands, and the government official handed Matt some tickets and a folder with maps, and pictures in it. "What's with the folder?" "This map shows where we found some of the bodies. And here's the.. grisly death photos." Matt looked at one of the photos. "Holy Mother... I didn't even know a leg could DO that..." Matt picked up another picture and stared at it. "Hmm... look at this.." "I've already seen that one... the body was impaled.." "No.. in the far right corner above where the guys arm is hanging..." "What..." "Look at that section of trees.. it's slightly distorted.. like there is something there.. watching. Who took these photos?" "One of our officers.. she's dead too. Some thing made her heart blow up inside her body.. the camera was dropped a few yards away from the body... she looked like she was running from something.." "Whatever she was running from is in this picture... do you have anything I can use to magnify the picture?" "No.. really; but back at headquarters.. we have the latest state of the art photoprocessing equipment.." "Let's go back there. I need to enlargen that section of the photo and filter it so we can get an idea of what I'm really up against." "That's a good idea..." "Why didn't your men notice this before?" The official glared at Matt. "Oh, shut up and let's go."
Deep in the jungle, a slight breeze swept through the trees as a small semi-transparent figure spun and darted amongst the forest. "Bii Bii!", the small figure happily chirped as it playfully zig-zagged through the branches and vines. The green-hued sprite dashed about and then lightly landed on a rock near a small stream in the jungle. The breeze picked up rapidly as the solitary figure perched on the rock silently. "The third is just like me. Can it understand?" The water started to move violently as a large blueish creature suddenly appeared. The blueish animal slowly lowered it's head to lap up some water from the stream. "I will play catch.. catch is a good game. A fun game." The tiny semi-transparent green creatue moved it's tiny arms and tossed out a small dark grey ball from it's palms. The ball hit the large blueish creature. "SUI CUNE SUI!", the blue creature bellowed in pain. It turned toward the tiny sprite and scowled. "I am to blame. Let me sing to you, new friend." The Suicune started to back away from the sprite cautiously as the sprite began to raise a sweet melodic noise that sounded similar to the bells heard at a wedding or a funeral. The Suicune started to run away and then stumbled on it's feet and fell to the ground. "Dead? Yes.... I'm so lonely... Will no one come play?"
"I can still hear them die." Nine stated nonchalantly, as he rested on what appeared to be a large chair; but with large tubes attached to the chair and connected to Nine's body. "Is that so, sir?" "Yes. I close my eyes and I hear the voices of pain and suffering. They make a beautiful lullaby." "Are you... happy to kill?" "Yes."
End of Part 1
by Philip Wesley 2000