Quick warning - there is some nasty imagery in this, mostly around the end. Bit of stabbing, bit of blood, so if you scare easily, you may not want to read this. If you're a BMGer though, I expect you're demented enough to love this.
He had created a monster. It was that simple.
Looking at the Pokemon he had created, Doctor White smiled with a maniacal look in his eyes. He took a step back, slipping into the darkness. The only part of the small laboratory that was lit up was the medical table in which his product rested.
"Genesect, are you ready?"
Weakly, it sat up. Turning its head to face Doctor White, it emitted a growling sound. The old professor did not recoil. Instead, he started laughing.
"You like your new body, Genesect?"
Genesect growled again, and lunged at Doctor White - or at least it intended to. However, its arms were larger and heavier than he expected, and Doctor White laughed once again as he stepped away from Genesect.
Genesect tried to get off the bed, visibly angry at Doctor White. However, it realized it was strapped to the medical table. Genesect tried to break free, but it was too weak. By the time it had given up, it was exhausted.
"Perhaps you haven't quite adjusted to your new body?" Doctor White taunted, stepping back into the light. In his right hand, he held a small remote with a single red button on it. He pressed the button.
Immediately, Genesect blacked out.
I woke up. My head hurt. A lot.
Closing my eyes helped me deal with the pain. For now, I kept my eyes closed.
What had just happened, anyways? I couldn't remember anything... I felt different, however. I could sense my body being a different shape than it had been before...
Looking around, I tried figuring out where I was. It was a large and almost featureless room. The walls were made of steel. There was a large mirror on one of the walls. I approached it.
I could see my reflection. No longer was I the Pokemon I used to be. In my previous form, I had no limbs. I had been a tough Pokemon, encased in a steel shell that seemed almost unbreakable. I was still encased in a durable steel exoskeleton, but much had changed. Now, I am a much larger... creature. For the most part, I seemed humanoid in shape, although my body was purple and made of metal. My head was shaped like a large disc, and there were two large red eyes on my head, staring back at me through the mirror. However, the most intriguing part of my new body was a large cannon. A light on the back of it glowed orange, and I wondered what I could do with it.
How had this happened? I racked my mind for answers, but I simply couldn't remember.
All of a sudden, I heard a whishing sound. I turned around, and I saw that parts of the walls had opened up, revealing multiple tunnels. Immediately, many Pokemon startled to walk through the tunnels. Amongst them, I noticed a Donphan, a Nidoking, a Tyranitar and a Rhyperior. The rest of the group was made up of strong and advanced Pokemon as well. They were all roaring in pride, stomping their heavy feet on the ground with every footstep. I could hear the loud thud of many such footsteps, even amongst the loud jeers of the Pokemon. Overpowering the racket they were making was their stink. They smelled horrible - these Pokemon were obviously poorly cared for by their masters, whoever they were. However, these Pokemon were confident, and it seemed likely that that was because of what I assumed was pure strength, judging by the looks of them. I wondered what was going on.
I heard a voice call my name. It sounded mechanically augmented, and I figured it must have been an announcer.
"These Pokemon are going to attack you. Deal with them."
As if on cue, the hostile group of Pokemon charged towards me. I had no clue what to do. There was nowhere to escape.
Then, I remembered the large cannon on my back. Was it functional? How did I use it?
As the large group of Pokemon ran towards me, I focused myself. Though I've never had a body like this before, I tried controlling my newfound body parts to do what I wanted. As I tensed up, I realized exactly what I had to do with the new muscles in this body. I tensed up the muscles the way they needed to be, and I felt something... powerful growing in my back. I realized I had activated the cannon, and I aimed the cannon at the group of Pokemon.
A large orange beam of energy immediately exploded from the cannon... no, my cannon. The beam cut through the Pokemon like a laser, and I rotated my body so that I could cut through all of the Pokemon. Within mere moments, the raging stampede of Pokemon was no more.
I was drained. Using my cannon had taken a lot out of me.
"Good..." the announcer said, "Very good. I see you have already learned how to use your Photon Blaster. Now, you are very tired. However, as you get stronger and adjust to your new body, you will find that using the Techno Blast move will require less and less energy of you."
I heard the announcer speak, and his words ran through my mind. Photon Blaster... That must be my cannon. The Techno Blast must have been the beam I had shot earlier.
"Now, we need to tame you. Otherwise, you may not like us, and that is a problem."
I did not know what he was talking about at first, but I realized all too soon. As the voice stopped speaking, a loud buzzing noise immediately replaced it.
It hurt. Bad. My ears were in pain. My brain was in pain. I screamed. A lot. I fell to my knees. I knew I had to get it to stop. I couldn't think straight, however. I realized they must be watching me, and I looked at the mirror. It must've been one of those mirrors that was also a window depending on which side you looked at it. There were no cameras in the room - there was nothing at all in it.
Screaming, I pounded my fists on the mirror. I needed them to let me out. The buzzing noise was in my head, and it was too loud. I couldn't think. I just needed out.
I desperately looked at the window-mirror. Hopefully, these whoever-they-weres would have some compassion. This just hurt so bad. It had to stop. Then, I realized what I would need to do.
I built up another Techno Blast. When I was ready, I fired the orange beam once again. It smashed through the window, and immediately the buzzing noise stopped. I fell to the ground, too tired to do anything at all. I heard footsteps and shouting.
Well, that was until I blacked out... again.
Where was I now?
I opened my eyes, feeling refreshed. I remembered falling unconscious after being really tired... right, I had used my Photon Blaster to force my way out of a painful situation. Obviously, I had been tired. In contrast to that, I felt great now.
Looking around, I was in a dark room. I was shackled to a chair, and there was a spotlight on me.
"Ah, good, you're awake!"
I heard a human voice to my right. Turning my head, I saw an old man appear out of the shadows. He had a warm smile on his face, but his crooked intentions were visible in his hazel eyes. His voice had sounded very old, and he looked it as well. I didn't know much about humans in terms of their longevity, but it was clear that this man could not survive any more than five to ten years. Despite that, he seemed to be in relatively good health for someone of his age. Despite his frail frame and evident age, he walked with an energetic youth, and seemed not only confident, but relatively strong as well. [strike]The way he carried himself radiated confidence.[/strike] The professor looked familiar to me, but I didn't remember who he was.
"Genesect, are you feeling well?" he asked.
Unsure of what he was thinking, I simply nodded. The professor smiled.
"Do you remember me?"
I shook my head this time.
"I'm Doctor White. I created you," he said.
Instantly, I remembered him. Hate immediately started to build for the man as the memories rushed back; he did not seem to notice, however.
"Now that you are tamed, you will listen to my every command. Do you understand?" Doctor White asked me.
I did not know what he was talking about. Then, I remembered the painful buzzing experience from earlier. The point of that was to tame me - or rather, brainwash me, so it seemed. However, I didn't feel different. I felt as if I still regulated my mind, and I knew that if I had the opportunity, I would kill the man. However, since there was nothing to be gained from telling him no, I nodded once again.
Doctor White smiled, believing he had succeeded. "Good! Now, to test your capabilities..."
The shackles around me were released, and I got out of the chair. I turned to the professor, figuring it was time to get some answers before I dispose of him.
However, I heard heavy footsteps behind me. Immediately, I turned around. Behind me was another Genesect, who looked just like me - although his body carried more wear and tear.
"This is the Version 1 Genesect. Like you, he is completely tamed (at this, my heart started to beat a little faster). However, he lacks some of the upgrades we put in you, the Version 2 Genesect. You are stronger, smarter, faster, and in all other ways better. So, I want you to kill him - you will have to if you want to live, since I have already ordered him to kill you."
Doctor White cackled a bit. I was completely shocked. Here was another Genesect who had probably gone through the same experience that I had, and now I was to kill him? This horrific idea didn't sit well with me since it was too much like killing a clone or copy of me.
Obviously, however, these thoughts weren't running through the other Genesect's mind. This became evident when he started to run towards me.
I dodged his clothesline, sidestepping out of its path. However, he caught me with a left forearm right in the face, and I realized I had essentially sidestepped into that one. The way he had curved his right arm for the clothesline had made it look much easier to avoid if I sidestepped to my right and his left, but apparently he had been waiting for me to sidestep that way. That must have been his experience factoring in, I realized. Though I had a technological advantage over him, he must have an advantage in terms of his experience. He was the Version 1 Genesect, and that meant he must have come before I did since I was the Version 2 model.
I shook the blow off. More carefully, I waited for his next attack planning to counter it. My hands were out, ready to deflect blows. However, he must have realized this because he fired a Techno Blast at me. I was forced to sidestep again so I could avoid the attack.
The beam faltered away, and the Genesect turned to face me. Knowing full well that he had all the momentum, I decided to get on the offensive. I started to step towards him, and he backpedaled. As I studied him, I noticed that his movements looked a little sloppier than they had earlier. I remembered the exhaustion I had felt after using my own Techno Blast earlier, and realized that the other Genesect was also suffering the fatiguing side effects of the move, albeit to a lesser extent. Right now was as good a time to get on the offensive as ever. I could claim the momentum, and perhaps even win the match now.
I leapt at the other Genesect, aiming for his stomach with my shoulder. As my shoulder connected with its target, Genesect doubled over and collapsed.
I knew this was my chance to finish him off. I would have to end him quickly if I wanted to capitalize on this opportunity, however - he was already starting to return to his senses.
Charging up my Techno Blast, I fired the orange beam of energy at my downed opponent. However, he somehow rolled out of the way before the attack connected, and I quickly turned around to face him. He had rolled deftly to his feet, and threw a punch at my face. I ducked to avoid the punch, but I ended up falling over instead. As I lay on the ground, I felt my legs aching. Then, I realized it was not only my legs, but all of my body. The Techno Blast... It had exhausted me. I hadn't felt it at first due to the adrenaline coursing through me, but that didn't remove the fact that I was still gassed from the move.
The Genesect stood over me. I saw him charging a Techno Blast in his Photon Blaster, though it was building up much slower than it had earlier. It must have been the fatigue. At any rate, I was too tired to roll away from it. All of my joints and muscles were aching. Was I done for?
Knowing full well that this was my last stand, I tried to force up another Techno Blast. Like the other Genesect, I was tired. Despite that, I managed to get it off. I fired the Techno Blast, and it met that of the other Genesect's. They cancelled each other out, and the resulting explosion pushed both of us away. We were both thrown unceremoniously into the shadows.
I groaned, shaking my head as I struggled to my feet. I was dizzy as hell, and I couldn't see anything since the only light in the small room had been a spotlight in the center where the other Genesect and I had been battling.
All of a sudden, the spotlight disappeared, and lights - normal lightbulbs in the ceiling - flashed on. All of the room was now lit up. It was just a small and simple room with some medical equipment and wires connected to a medical chair - he one I had been shackled to - which had been knocked aside during the battle.
I could see the other Genesect's body lying on the ground a couple meters away. He was still down, and it made sense. He had been standing up when the explosion occurred, so the impact had thrown him away with more force than it had done to me.
"Finish him!" I heard Doctor White's voice, and I walked towards the other Genesect. Though he had been a very competent adversary, it appeared that the upgrades I had were too much of an advantage.
Looking down, I charged up my Techno Blast. It was time to finish this thing, so I could move on to Doctor White. Then, I would be able to get some answers.
Suddenly, I stopped myself. The Techno Blast in my Photon Blaster died, and I realized I couldn't do this. I had no right to do this to another Genesect. He had gone through the same thing I had, and almost definitely for a lot longer. Instead of killing him, I should be helping him. He was an ally, a friend, I realized.
"What are you doing?" Doctor White snapped from behind me. I turned to face him, growling. This old man had nearly turned me into a cold-hearted killer twice now - once when he tried to brainwash me, and once again when he asked me to kill this Genesect. No, I've had enough of it.
I heard the other Genesect stir behind me, and I turned and offered him my hand - a dangerous move if he was truly brainwashed. However, I had faith - faith that there was still a sentient Pokemon within him that wanted out.
He stared at my hand for a moment, and then grabbed it. I pulled him up, and stared him straight in the eyes. He stared back. Suddenly, something in him changed. There was a spark in his eyes, and then he fell to his knees.
"No... No! Don't tell me you just..." Doctor White's voice trailed off weakly. Well, that was understandable. Things must have taken an unpleasant turn from his perspective. He had thought that I had been "tamed", just like his other Genesect. However, after our battle, it became apparent that I wasn't tamed. Now, it seemed I had broken his control over the other Genesect as well (though technically, he never had me completely brainwashed).
As I helped the other Genesect back up to his feet, he turned his head to face mine. There was something different about him. His body language was more friendly than it had been earlier. There was something in his eyes that hadn't been there earlier... It looked an awful lot like compassion.
Meanwhile, Doctor White was having a mental breakdown. I had ruined an experiment he had probably worked on for years, if not decades. Given what he had done to me, it was a pleasant feeling. Still, I wasn't done with him quite yet.
As soon as the other Genesect was on his feet, he made a clicking sound with his mouth. Though it was not a sound I had ever heard before, I understood it for some reason. It must have been our language.
"Let's get him," the other Genesect had said.
There was nothing more that needed to be said. We turned to face Doctor White, and he stared back nervously. We ran towards him in unison, and slammed him into the wall.
"Uck..." he groaned, spitting out some blood before falling to the ground.
"What have you done to us?" the other Genesect asked him in a calm but threatening tone.
I stared at him, astonished. He knew the human language! [strike]What else could he do?[/strike] However, it was probably yet another thing attributed to his time spent as a Genesect - I expected he must've picked up the language somehow alongside Doctor White. As a matter of fact, it was plausible that Doctor White had implemented the gift of human speech into his system. However, it wasn't something that particularly interested me at the moment.
"I asked you a question. Answer me!" Genesect pierced the back of Doctor White's lab coat with a sharp, spear-like appendage, and held him in front of his own face.
Doctor White spat out some blood. His face was bruised and bloody, but the old man smiled nonetheless. A tooth was missing, I noticed.
"You want to know? Bah! I won't tell you... Go ahead and kill me. This experiment has failed, and I have nothing left to live for..."
The other Genesect growled, and looked at me.
"We'll have to torture the answers out of him," he clicked in our dialect. He adjusted his grip on Doctor White so he had him in a full nelson, and continued, "Stab him in the chest."
I nodded, looking at my pointed, needle-like arms. This was going to be a brutal act, but I felt no qualms about it. As Doctor White eyed me, I sank my right arm into his chest, followed quickly by my left arm.
As I pulled my arms out of Doctor White, the old man coughed. He spat out more blood, and there was even more blood pouring from where I had stabbed him. Genesect asked, "Enough?"
Laughing maniacally, he simply shook his head. Genesect motioned for me to continue, and I stabbed him once again.
Doctor White shook his head once again. He was an incredibly resilient man. I didn't want to do stab him anymore however - I feared that I would kill him. He was already losing blood at a rapid pace, and I figured he had hours to live. We still needed answers, and we couldn't afford to kill him.
The other Genesect knew this too, apparently. Instead of asking me to continue stabbing Doctor White, he lifted the professor, and slammed him down to the ground.
"Tell me what I want to know, you bastard!" Genesect screamed at the downed old man. I saw a light glowing from his Photon Blaster, and I realized it was a Techno Blast charging up. He was losing his mind!
"Don't kill him!" I exclaimed in our dialect, "He's our only way back to the way we were!"
The other Genesect hesitated. As my words sank in, his Techno Blast faded away. Calmly, Genesect squatted down so his face hovered over Doctor White's.
"This is what we're going to do," he said calmly to the old man. Looking at his arm, he continued, "I am going to let you tell me what I want to know. Every time you say no, I'm going to slowly cut off an arm or a leg. It's not going to kill you, but it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt bad."
Doctor White smiled. He opened his mouth to say something, but Genesect didn't let him. Instead, he sent his knife-like hand into Doctor White's shoulder joint. Doctor White screamed as Genesect calmly sawed away at his arm. Even I had to avert my eyes - it was just horrible.
"Alright, is that enough?" Genesect asked in a sinister tone. I looked at Doctor White.
His right arm and shoulder were a bloody mess. However, I could clearly see that they were seperated. There was a painful expression on Doctor White's face - one that was undescribable. It was blatantly obvious, however, the pain the man was in.
"Now, tell me what I want to know. What have you done to us, and how can we reverse it?" Genesect asked, gently pressing his sharp hand on Doctor White's right leg.
Doctor White gulped. He was going into shock - I was surprised he had been strong enough to last this long, to be honest. This wasn't going to work...
"Uh, uh..." Doctor White mumbled. His remaining hand was shaking, but it was clearly pointing at Genesect's cannon. And with that, he fainted.
"Damnit!" Genesect roared, stabbing his hand into the ground in frustration. Doctor White was done for, it was obvious. Our plan had failed, and it seemed we were stuck this way forever.
Despair overwhelmed me - I would be a monster for the rest of my life. I would miss out on all the things my peers would get to enjoy. Back home, my family was probably worried sick about me. I figured they were desperately looking for me, and it was a horrible thought as I knew they would never see me again. Anybody that did see me would think of me as a monster - they would want nothing to do with me. They would have good reason to, given what I was and will be for the rest of my life.
My mind wandered to recent events. As I mentally recapped everything that had happened up until now, I realized something. Just before he had died, Doctor White had pointed at Genesect's Photon Blaster. What had he been trying to say? He probably just wanted a quick and painless death from Genesect, but that didn't seem entirely logical to me. His body language had made it seem as though he had been trying to say something to us instead of asking for death.
I studied the Photon Blaster on Genesect's back closely. It was an unusual dome shape. It was large too - large enough to hold a small Pokemon, I realized. Something didn't look right about the Photon Blaster - there was no need for it to be so big and crudely shaped.
Then, I realized the Photon Blaster was only part of the contraption on Genesect's back. Part of the Photon Blaster was certainly that - the Photon Blaster. However, the Photon Blaster was attached to the large dome - a part I had previously thought was part of the cannon. As I looked closer, there were indeed many wires connecting the two - wires that shouldn't have been there if they had been one machine. Instead, the large dome must have served some other purpose. Only one made sense to me - to house the real body of the Pokemon trapped within Genesect's body. It was perfectly logical - I had been a small Pokemon before I was Genesect, and I would fit into the dome. If my suspicions were correct, the real Pokemon within Genesect would've been small enough to fit inside the dome as well.
There was a hunger in my mind - a hunger to escape. I knew where I was trapped within this body, and all I had to do was get out. However, it wasn't that simple. How did I get out? These thoughts raced through my mind, and I looked at the other Genesect. He was turned away from me, slumped in despair as I had been just moments ago. I had a theory about how to get out, and experimenting on this unsuspecting Genesect could confirm my theory and get me one step closer to returning to what I had been.
Without any pity whatsoever for the other Genesect, I suddenly stabbed my two arms into his Photon Blaster. I felt him react, but he was too slow. I ripped the Photon Blaster off of the dome it had rested upon, and I felt the other Genesect crumple as he fell unconscious.
With the Photon Blaster gone, there was just a simple dome on Genesect's back. Presumably, the Pokemon within Genesect's body was in that dome. With the tip of my spear-like hand, I carefully cut a large hole in the metal. Then I tilted Genesect's body so that the contents of the dome could fall out.
First, a greenish liquid poured out. It was a clear liquid, and yet it was not as slippery as water. It slowly oozed out of the dome, and I could see electric sparks coursing through the mysterious substance.
Eventually, I saw a Pokemon's body pour out. It was a small, pale green body. The Pokemon was unconscious, but there was a mean look in the way his eyes rested. A large horn grew from the top of his head, and his chest was a dark red. I recognized the Pokemon as a Larvitar.
Embedded in the Larvitar's body were multiple wires - those wires stretched back into the dome. He would have to deal with those. So would I, I realized.
If I was still alive when I came out, that is.
The realization coursed through my mind. By removing myself from the dome, I could potentially be killing myself. As a matter of fact, I may have already killed the Larvitar - I didn't know.
Was it a risk I was willing to take? I thought it over in my mind. Death was not particularly appealing... However, living a life in this monstrous form was not a pleasant idea as well. Grimly, I decided to risk it. I figured it was better to die than to live like this anyways.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself. Doing this would be difficult if I fell unconscious the moment the Photon Blaster was removed as Larvitar had. I would have to remain conscious, or else this would not work.
I stabbed myself, my arms embedding themselves into my Photon Blaster. With great difficulty, I wrenched it off. It had been painful the moment I had penetrated the Photon Blaster - though it was mechanical, it was still a part of this body, and this was technically my body, or at least a body I was trapped within. However, when I yanked off the Photon Blaster, things became worse immediately. I screamed - the pain was too much. I couldn't black out, however - who knows what would happen? Struggling, I stuck the tips of my arms into my dome as I had done to Larvitar's dome. I could feel my consciousness fading away, but I managed to cut a hole open within the dome.
At that point, the unconsciousness forced itself upon me. The last thing in my mind was returning to what I had been: a Ferroseed.