Stars

[Cherished Song]

S T A R S

There are over two hundred million stars in our galaxy
But not all of them our located in the sky

VH says that this place needs some more active threads. So I'm bringing some life to the Fic forum by giving you my second fic posted in SppF: Stars.

If you frequent in the fanfic forum of SppF, then you might have seen this hanging around. Stars is about...well, I can't really summarize it, since it has so much stuff in it to summarize in one paragraph. =P

So yeah, it's far from brilliant, but it's all I've got =D

Your harsh criticisms and deathly words are more than welcome to herald this thread. Throw all your bullsh*t at me. =)

The stuffs you see here are PG-13 because they're more violent than the kiddy anime show and game you all know and love. It has minor swearing, scenes of violence and all that other stuff little kiddies shouldn't know. =D


~CHAPTER LIST~

Prologue (posted, scroll down)
Chapter 1 ~ Obscurity (posted) (http://www.piforums.info/showpost.php?p=96308&postcount=2)
Chapter 2 ~ Anomaly (to be posted soon)
Chapter 3 ~ Insanity (to be written and posted soon)
Chapter 4 and beyond (to be planned and written




STARS
Prologue

There are over two hundred billion stars in our galaxy
But not all of them are located in the sky

Eight wander the cursed planet of Earth
All descendants of the blessed family
Each representing an element since birth
All becoming the universe’s anomaly

~^~

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I proudly present to all of you our newest president, Sirius Star!”

The people of Jubilife City cheered and shouted as a tall man occupied the podium. His midnight blue eyes looked at the thousands of people from all over Sinnoh gathered at the city’s town square.

“Star! Star! Star!” his supporters cheered on.

“Thank you all for supporting me!” the newly elected president began, “I promise to remain true to my duties and serve the region whole-heartedly. Never will there be anything else in my mind but thoughts on improving factors that need to be improved, solving problems that need to be solved and caring for all you people that need to be cared. I will not put your votes to waste!”

The audience screamed even louder, knowing that they had elected the right person. The man waved at them and gave them a clean smile, reassuring them that they will be in good hands.

Or so they thought.

~^~

“I love the fact that they were idiotic enough to believe everything I said.”

Sirius chuckled as he watched the rerun of his first official speech as president. He motioned his hand over the three artifacts that made up his locket, “It is, by far,” he starts, “the dumbest thing the whole of Sinnoh has ever done.”

“And it’s a mistake they had to suffer the consequences of,” a woman behind him added. The forty-year-old man turned around to acknowledge the presence of his beloved vice president.

“Ah, Miss Zaniah Star,” he said blissfully as he gave her a sultry kiss, “what brings my lovely wife in this hollowed halls?”

“Well, dear,” Zaniah started, “there’s yet again a bunch of people who are rallying in front of our mansion. They’ve already hurt our front door guards with their Pokemon. It’s getting quite irritating.”

“Those imbeciles,” he said grudgingly as he paused the DVD he was watching, “no matter, I’m sure my Pokemon can take care of them in a snap.”

He went out of his mansion to be greeted by a group of rallyists, all hoping to take him down by force. The barricades were keeping them from coming closer to further desecrate their mansion, but destroying the gate and invading their territory was more than enough to frustrate the president.

“That’s quite enough from all of you,” he bellowed as he took out two Luxury Balls from his pocket and lofted it towards them, “maybe these two would put some sense in your brain.”

At once, two Pokemon materialized in front of the outraged crowd. The first was a large canine with ebony fur as dark as the night sky. White bony bands enveloped its back and ankles, and its arrow-shaped tail accompanied its overall ominous look. The second was a large scorpion, its scales being varying shades of purple. It had two razor-sharp claws and an extra one on its long tail, adding to the damage that it could cause.

“Drapion, Houndoom,” Sirius commanded, “Attack!”

The crowd turned into a vision of chaos as they scrambled to evade the Pin Missiles, Poison Stings and Flamethrowers thrown at them by the two mischievous Pokemon. People and Pokemon alike suffered from burns and poisons as the attacks made contact with their bodies.

Only a few moments after, the Pokemon began running towards the rallyists, making them stampede even more.

Houndoom bit one of the rallyist’s legs and dragged him towards his master. Sirius recognized the person Houndoom caught and looked at him skeptically.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my notorious little brother, Altair Star,” Sirius stated as he looked at the struggling captive, “when will you ever stop joining these pathetic rallies?”

“As soon as both of you step down from your positions,” Altair managed to mouth out as he strained to stand up.

“Wishful thinking, my dear brother,” Sirius replied jokingly, “Houndoom, finish this lunatic off with your Dark Pulse!”

As the canine charged up the attack in its mouth, Altair reached a Pokeball in his pocket and summoned a white Pokemon in front of his older brother, startling Houndoom enough to stop his attack. It had two black razors, one around its neck and one as its tail, and it had white fur that cradled its neck.

“Absol, knock it down with an Aerial Ace!” Altair ordered. Absol charged towards Houndoom and, in the blink of an eye, severely damaged it by slicing its razor through the Houndoom’s torso. The canine howled in pain as the blade rushed through its body – it felt like seven different Pokemon deliberately scratching it.

Without even being commanded, it also directed itself towards the Drapion, brutally hurting it as well. Neither of the two Pokemon had time to counter because the Absol was moving in an unfathomable speed.

“Until we meet again, bro,” Altair shot at him sarcastically as he mounted on his Absol to escape, leaving a very disappointed Sirius.

“You will never stop me, Altair!” he shouted, “We’re the only Stars that are alive, and surely you alone couldn’t stand up to me! There’s no way you can put me down my position!”

“Oh, we’ll see if there’s only two Stars in Sinnoh, Sirius,” Altair thought as they escaped through Route 212. He held his beak locket tightly – it was always the object that gave him confidence.

“We’ll see.”




----------------------


Is it okay? Can PI handle such crap? Post your thoughts and violent reactions =D

[Cherished Song]

Chapter One. Yeah.

STARS
Chapter One ~ Obscurity

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego
The self is more distant than any star

~ G.K. Chesterton ~


~^~


“You can’t escape us now.”

The girl was surrounded. All her running was rendered futile by a dead end, trapping her in the back part of an alley. Her dark brown hair was covering the tears falling from her sapphire eyes.

“What do you want from me?” the girl asked hopelessly, knowing that anything they do would mean her suffering.

The three goons ignored her question – they were killing for the sake of survival. Less people in the streets meant less people to steal the scarce food and property they had. And it was a treat for anyone they murdered; they would certainly enjoy heaven or hell more than this wasteland.

“Well? Answer me!” she demanded, hoping that it would make her situation better.

“We want nothing from you,” one of the goons answered ominously, “as a matter of fact; we wouldn’t want to see you in our alleys ever again.”

“So you want me to leave or something?” the girl asked, becoming completely terrified by their presence.

“Yes,” another goon answered, “we want you to leave for good.”

The girl gulped as she reached the wall. She knew they didn’t mean her departure – they meant her disappearance. She leaned against it, mindlessly hoping that somehow she could bust it open and run to the other side of the alley.

A foolish dream.

“Finally, a rightful end for someone as ridiculous as me,” the girl whispered to herself. For a moment, she thought about how death would be the best thing that happened in her life. She held on to her magnet-shaped locket, an object that was very dear to her, and closed her eyes.

That moment was over.

She hastily tucked her hand in her pocket and tossed a red-and-white sphere, which surprised all three of them. In their midst materialized a Pokemon that resembled a lion, having black and blue fur and a star-shaped tail.

“Luxio, use Spark!”

The Spark Pokemon discharged an electrical current, sending three goons tumbling to the ground. The goons could barely stand up – much to their surprise. Certainly an attack as weak as Spark could never do so much damage to a person.

Or could it?

The Luxio continued to torture the three goons with more surges of Spark, gradually damaging their internal organs. As each second passed, their energy seemed to drain from their bodies, leaving them as frail as any human could be. The girl could do nothing laugh at the pathetic sight.

“Wh-what kind of a g-girl are y-you?” their leader managed to mouth out, still amazed that a teenage girl’s Pokemon just put them in their place.

The girl recalled her Pokemon back to its Pokeball. She slowly walked towards him and positioned her head behind his ear. She began whispering to him, each word sounding like a melody of death to the once overconfident goon. It was three words he feared she would say, three words that made him regret ever standing up to this girl.

“Your worst nightmare.”

She strolled away from the almost unconscious goon, but then she felt something grab her wrist. She was dragged back by the goon, and he positioned her just beside his body. He stood up and withdrew a gun from his pocket, and positioned it at the side of her face.

“Nice try, lady,” the goon said ominously, “but no one messes with the affairs of Team Galactic, especially not someone as pathetic as you.”

The girl froze. Still holding on to her locket, she began saying her last words softly in her head – she knew this was her end.

“Finally.”

Moments passed, and suddenly her left hand felt abnormal – as if a different entity possessed it. It felt as if electricity was circulating within it, like she herself was producing electricity.

In a second, the electricity she created bounced off her hand and landed directly onto the goon’s chest. The man released her from his grip and dropped his gun as yet another wave of electricity entered his body. It was different from the Luxio’s Spark, though – this one was more severe and more deadly.

In an instant, the man fainted.

The girl scrambled away from the alley, very perplexed as to what she had just done. She had just defied the laws of science in several different ways – she created electricity, conducted it through her hands and transferred it as a wave of energy to someone else.

She went out to the streets of the lonely Pastoria City, images of melancholy greeting her afternoon. Malicious stares embraced her, but trainers and Pokemon alike all do their best to avoid her. She looked like a criminal, a threat even – and her tattered clothes and foul odor didn’t help her look innocent at all.

She went to a nearby eatery and asked the owner for a cigarette stick and a lighter. Even though the counter boy was hesitant, he obeyed – he was afraid on what this girl could do to his beloved store.

The adolescent took the cigarette and lit it. She puffed, obviously too miserable to care about all the stares that were thrown at her. It was an unusual sight indeed; a sixteen-year-old girl alone in a food stand smoking her miseries and problems away, without a care who gives a damn about it.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” she thought as she puffed her cigarette, “I’m not the normal and average girl that I know anymore! First, I’m rejected by everyone in the town. Then, I’m being targeted by random people I haven’t done anything to. And now, I have this crappy out-of-this-world power of manipulating electricity. What else could be wrong with my life?”

She had to ask.

“There she is, officer! The girl that stole from my bakery!” A storeowner recognized her face, and presumed that she was the thief that stole two loaves of bread from his store. The two policemen ordered the lady to come closer, to which she hesitantly agreed. She threw her cigarette stick and trampled on it with her bare feet and walked towards the two tall officials. She didn’t want to cause anymore unwanted trouble. Besides, she was already fatigued from all that running.

The two officials were huge – monstrosities even. They had very broad chests and ripped physiques, a positive result from their brutal job. While the first one was significantly taller and stronger than the second, no one could compare to both when it came to physical attributes. Their faces were covered with loads of stubble, while the rest of their body was awkwardly huge. Their voices were very deep and low, very fitting to their so-called tough-guy image.

They scared everyone, most especially the girl.

“Listen lady,” the first policeman said in his insanely manly voice, “I’m only gonna ask you once, and you have to answer honestly. Did you or did you not steal bread from this man’s store?”

She recoiled. If there was anything she had learned from the millions of police interrogations she experienced, it was that silence was any captive’s best friend.

And besides, they didn’t have any further evidence that she had stolen it – it was long gone by now, consumed by herself and her extremely famished Luxio.

“Look, if you’re not answering, maybe we just have to take you to the station,” the second policeman ordered, “so if I were you, you better confess. Did you steal the bread or not?”

A crowd was beginning to gather around the scene, hearing the increasing volume of the policeman’s stern voice. Most of the people came for the drama, while some wanted to see how the child was going to be tortured.

“Trying to be a rebel, eh?” the first officer said. He then pushed her from behind, letting her fall to the dusty road.

“That won’t do you any good,” the second officer told her as he began deliberately trampling his foot onto her back. She began screaming in agonizing pain as the first officer joined his partner in the foot fest.

Many observers gasped as the merciless authorities continued to torture the poor teenager, but none of them were brave enough to stand up to the two thugs. They wouldn’t want to get themselves in trouble, now would they?

That’s how any selfish mind would think.

“Still not answering us, huh?” the second policeman said sarcastically as he landed a pretty hard blow on her back. “I think it’s unfair you get this much torture just for stealing two loaves of bread, don’t you?”

“Kind of, yeah,” the girl answered weakly, but loud enough for the officer to hear.

“Hey, it’s a miracle! The girl talked!” the second officer exclaimed, “Too bad those could be your last few words before you go behind bars.”

The bakery storeowner was slightly regretting ever bringing it up to the policemen. He knew she had committed a crime, but even he knew she didn’t deserve this much punishment. He had the urge to stop them, but he resisted – just like the rest of the audience, he didn’t want to get in to trouble.

“I’m going to ask you one last time,” the first officer bellowed, “did you steal the two loaves of bread or not?”

“N-n-no,” she mumbled, even though she knew that whatever her answer was, it would mean the same fate.

“You have to be more convincing than that, kid,” the first officer teased as he lifted her off the ground with one hand. She was very thin – to the point of anorexia, even – so carrying her was as easy as lifting a pebble.

“L-let me g-go!” the girl tried to budge her way free, but the officer’s grip was too tight. She tried wiggling, shaking and punching the policeman’s amazingly broad shoulder muscles – but it was all rendered futile. She tried getting her Pokeball, but her arms were in the wrong position to do so.

Then she thought about her most recent discovery – what if she generated electricity to electrocute the policeman? She would surely get hurt in the process, but if it meant getting away from his presence, she would do it in a heartbeat.

She focused her mind on the thought of creating electricity, clearing her mind of everything else but that. She concentrated extremely hard, hoping that her so-called “power” would come to good use.

She focused. She concentrated.

But nothing came out of her left hand.

Without even knowing what his captive was doing, the large officer hung her frail body over his broad shoulders and walked towards their police car. His partner followed, making sure nobody interrupted with their actions.

It was as if he expected somebody dared to stand up to two extremely huge and frightening men.

He expected correctly.

Between the policemen and their car stood a man. His white hat covered his jet black hair; all that was seen was his bangs, which overlapped his cobalt blue eyes. He was tall, lean and fit, but his physique paled in comparison to the two policemen. His slightly-tanned skin was covered by a rich-looking white ensemble – a very rare sight at these times.

“And what might be going on here, officers?” the wealthy-looking man asked quite respectfully, though the respect didn’t seem to pass through the officers’ minds.

“Out of the way, young man,” the policeman said oddly calmly, “we have no business with you at all.”

“Oh, but it seems I have business with you, my good gentlemen,” he replied wittily, “like the fact that you have a defenseless teenage woman in your shoulders that you’ve probably beaten up?”

The two officers were becoming quite pissed with him – they didn’t do anything to him, yet there he was badmouthing and criticizing them.

“You have no right to criticize us with our actions,” the larger of the two policemen roared, “nor do you have any right to hinder us in our affairs.”

“But you have no right to deliberately hurt someone so unmercifully for something I believe isn’t so severe. I overheard that it was because she stole two measly loaves of bread?”

While the girl was half unconscious, she could perfectly hear the conversation between the two policemen and this mysterious guy who was defending her for no reason. She was pretty sure she wasn’t someone she knew – so why the heck would he risk so much for her sake?

“That’s pure insanity,” she thought, “I bet he’s just some hero wannabe who wants to rescue his first damsel in distress. What an asshole.”

Insane was a complete understatement. And he certainly wasn’t a wannabe.

“If you’re some random prankster, you’re picking the wrong people to prank,” the second policeman threatened while crackling his knuckles, “we don’t play any of your silly games, nor do we think any of your so-called jokes are ‘funny’.”

“Ah, but no one is joking,” he replied slyly as he slowly raised his left hand, “in fact, I’m dead serious.”

Before the second officer could reply, he felt the sudden great increase of wind in the atmosphere. But, oddly enough, none of the trees had moving leaves, nor did any of the observers have any wildly moving hair.

It was as if the wind was focused on his specific spot only.

Before he could react, he was sent pushing back, the strong force of wind carrying him all the way until he smashed onto the wall of a nearby hut, surprising all the nearby observers and decimating the fortunately empty shelter. Wooden debris covered his entire body, and his back wasn’t spared of bruises.

The first officer couldn’t do anything but brace himself, as the same fate befell him. He felt the same sensation of a violent gale enveloping him, then he was vigorously tossed, the wind making him crash into his unfortunate partner.

While the girl would expect herself flying with the policeman, she felt no hurricane-like winds at all. When she opened her eyes, she was merely lying down on the dirty road, with the stature of the tall man filling her vision.

“Hey, come on,” the man whispered, “we have to get out of here. Who knows what those policemen can do if they get up from that ranch.”

“But wh-who are you?” she asked weakly.

“Never mind that,” he replied hastily, “all you have to think about now is escaping – we have to run now!”

He helped her up, and using whatever remained of her strength, she ran with this mysterious gentleman, someone she never met, someone she never knew.

Yet she was running away with him.

The wind blew strongly behind her, helping her legs run faster than they should. She looked back at the chaotic Pastoria city square, knowing that it was going to be the last time she saw it.

She was running.

Running with this mysterious man.

Running with the possession of a mysterious power.

Running with no knowledge of what the stars had planned for her.




-------------------


So yeah. Chapter Two sometime soon if you care. =))

[Fang]

O_____O
Electrokenisis and Aerokenisis! CS, how do YOU know about that stuff?!

anyways, your fic is no crap, it's just pure awesomeness! this is my favorit genre, AND the writing is done very well!
5/5 stars =D