WARNING: This fic contains some VERY mature content. Personally, I'd advise you not to read it if you are under sixteen or are easily offended as there is sexual content. If you read Roots, this takes it to a whole other level.
Also, this story will include the odd shipping introduced in 'Stay Tuned, Folks', but to a much more demented extent. It is also the sequel to 'Stay Tuned, Folks' in a sense, happening exactly after its epilouge.
It's also the spiritual sequel to Roots, a one-shot by Gastly's Mama. It also is a one-upping of said fic.
This story will get VERY weird, and quite disturbing. Of course, I'll keep it (somewhat) vauge.
Of course, here goes.
Prolouge: The Arrest
Cynthia, the Grand Champion of Sinnoh, was known as many things. Lovely, daring, a dreamer, and a short fuse.
A very, very short fuse.
"Okay, take her away." Officer Ted said, quite angry at the Champion. "This is Hoenn, laws apply here. As far as we care, you're not Champion anymore. Actually, you're not even Cynthia, you are now Inmate 7869024. Goodbye." He said coldly as he stared into the former Champion's soulless eyes, before she was carried off on account for the following:
- Murder, 2nd Degree
- Public Violence against a Minor
In her island fortress in the Sinjoh Sea, she was invincible from the public eye, having Championship Rights, the law would be much less strict than on normal people. Today, she had killed a trainer (who had camped out in her beach house, watching her television), and, being outside her stamping grounds, she had been sentenced to death, as law in Hoenn is more strict than anywhere else. The way? Hoenn executions were very sadistic. She would be destroyed by her own Pokemon, hopped up on hyperpowerful steroids. They had decided to use her Garchomp, who had been renamed 'Murder Weapon #1'.
Her suspicions had been confirmed. Ever since she was 25, she had known the day would come when she would be betrayed by her own Pokemon. She had kept them in line, forced them to obey her. But for all that she had done, she had gotten this? But there was nothing she could do. According to laws in Hoenn, she was now subhuman.
Of course, her cold stare, mad personality, and demonic allure had not always been there. Once, she had not been the Champion, a billionaire, or a criminal. Once, she had been a miserable little girl with nothing to call her own but pain, and her only hope the prospect of being killed by her tormentor, a way out of her living nightmare.
In her sterile, claustrophobic execution cell, a Pokeball was dropped containing her Garchomp. It had been given a literal detonation timer of fifteen long, tormentuous minutes. Fifteen long minutes for Cynthia to think over all she had done. Starting with her first memory, Cynthia recapped her life.
CHAPTER I: Cynthia, the Early Years
What do you think? (Yes, I have short prolouges)
Chapter I (Part II)(Part III)
Chapter II (Warning: Awkward Read) (Part II (Director's Cut)) (Part III)
THIS FIC GOT AN AWARD!
Contest: Fall Awards 2010