Armageddon: Prologue Rewrite (Teaser)
#1 of Armageddon [Abandoned, superseded by Acolytes of the Apocalypse]
A short teaser of the rewritten prologue for Armageddon.
DISCLAIMER: This is a teaser for the upcoming rewrite of my story, Armageddon. Events depicted within this teaser occur far before the prologue of the original series. If this is the first time you are reading any sort of Armageddon material, I'd recommend reading through the, (admittedly worse writing) of the original material first for context, and then reading this. Of course, if you prefer to just read this and wait for more content to come out, then that is fine as well. Also, keep in mind that what you see here is open for any revisions that I decide to make, and is not representative of what you will see in the final cut. Feedback is always appreciated, too.
Hey there! I've decided to test the waters of writing, and settled on creating a fan-fiction; called: 'Armageddon'! This series takes place within the Pokémon universe, with some real-world elements thrown into the mix! This series will contain some heavy-violence and (perhaps) some sexual encounters. That being said, this story will be plot-driven for the most part, but either way, if you are squeamish when it comes to those sorts of things, then... what the hell are you doing on this site?
Now that we've gotten that out of the way. Time for the exciting part!
** Formatting Information!**
"Character Dialogue."
'Character thought.' (Not projected to other characters.)
'Character thought.' (Projected to other characters.)
~XXXXX~: Represents a lapse in time.
^^ Story break and/or character perspective switch. ^^
(Pokémon Speech.)
Well, I think we've got all of the bases covered. Time for the actual story.
Enjoy!
Armageddon: Prologue (Teaser) - "Cruel Reality"
A thick veil of murky gray covered the night sky as thousands of tiny water droplets relentlessly threw themselves at the ground below. Miniature streams of water flowed down the cobblestone streets in the northwestern side of Veilstone City; tracing every contour between the individual stones, and subtly glistening as they passed underneath the yellow glow of rusted street lamps.
Numerous run-down structures stood ominously against the horizon; a sentiment to decades of carelessness and disregard. The eroded red brick walls of each threatened collapse, as rain that had fallen over the years slowly wore away the mortar holding them together. Finally, boarded doors and smashed windows exemplified the stark difference between this portion of the city, and the seemingly pristine utopia that was the rest of Veilstone.
Home of the Team Galactic headquarters; crime was rampant, and fear was instilled into the minds of the few occupants whom didn't have the means to move anywhere else. Occasionally, the eerily silent evenings would erupt into a violent symphony of gun shots and the blood curdling screams of the fallen. Their limp bodies lying against the cemented side-walks; waiting to be discovered the morning after.
For those that attempt to live here, death is a part of reality. Given enough time - the victims occupying this run-down portion of the city would simply become desensitized to the constant violence.
Within the maddening silence stood a figure with the likeness of a tall, lanky human. It leaned against an eroded brick wall at the entrance to an alleyway; shrouded by darkness. The droplets of rain that fell dispersed into a fine mist as they made contact with the tan fedora atop the figure's head. A tattered trench coat covered most of the individual's body. Its faded beige color was flush with the wall, and it subtly swayed in synchronization with the occasional gust of wind. Lastly, a dark pair of dress pants - along with scuffed ebony shoes - completed the figure's attire.
The human let out a masculine sounding sigh. Irate, he folded up the right sleeve of his trench coat with a pale hand. Which revealed a surprisingly clean metallic watch that adorned his wrist.
Light from a lamp-post situated across the cobblestone street flooded the passageway with a dim glow that gently refracted off of the golden surface of the time-keeping device, as the individual incredulously stared at it for a moment, then furrowed his brow.
"My delivery is exceptionally late." He hissed with dissatisfaction, his scratchy voice accentuating every syllable with noises akin to a subtle wheeze.
The man rose into an upright position from the decrepit wall, glanced down at his drenched attire, and sighed. "This better be worth spending hundreds on dry cleaning."
Suddenly, light clanking of a chain-link fence somewhere further within the darkness, followed by what sounded like a pillow hitting the ground, reached the man's ears - despite the rain's best attempts at masking the noise. He looked over his right shoulder, a grin spreading across his face as he slowly turned towards the source of the various noises.
"Ah, you're a few hours late; very fashionable." The man sarcastically remarked with a condescending tone, as if he were talking directly to the foreboding shadows that were deep within the darkest recesses of the alley. Silence ensued, with the exception of the falling rain drops and their continued assault on the decaying cement at his feet. Mere moments later; slow, calculated footsteps accentuated by the sound of claws clacking against the pavement resounded from the inky darkness.
As the footsteps came closer with each passing moment, the human squinted his eyes and noticed a faint silhouette come into focus. He could barely make out some of the most rudimentary details; the most obvious being the lack of height, and what looked to be a head-dress full of feathers that adorned its head.
The creature halted its advance just before allowing itself to be exposed by the dim light that invaded the passageway. Several tense seconds had passed, until it slowly raised its head to meet the gaze of the human that stood before it.
A piercing stare from a set of golden eyes struck the human with a tinge of discomfort. He let his right hand slowly creep down the side of his trench coat, as he hoped to get a hold of the revolver that was snugly fit into a leather holster hooked on the waistline of his pants - just in case the situation went awry. Meanwhile, the silhouette tilted its head slightly, as if trying to recognize something about the human. Its amber-colored irises curiously flickered in back and forth as it studied every minute detail; from a chiseled chin with light stubble, to a set of cold blue eyes absent of feeling.
The air around them became strained; desperately needing release, and the human became more suspicious of the creature with each passing second. Amidst the tension, he slowly pulled the revolver from underneath his trench coat, and flashed it to the creature that stood no more than a few feet in front of him.
"I demand an explanation for your tardiness," The human gravely remarked. "Unless, of course, you would like a bullet through your head; in which case I would happily oblige." He continued, while tightening his grip on the metallic fire-arm held at his hip.
Unfazed by the hollow threat, the silhouette stepped forward into the light. Pink, matted fur covering the creatures shapely form glistened as it was exposed by the dim glow that encompassed the tight space, and a headdress of golden feathers drooped slightly from collecting water droplets as they continued to fall. The most noticeable feature, though, was not part of the Pokémon itself. Instead, it was a device dangling around its neck like some sort of collar. A gray box-like gadget hung from a tan leather strap; two visible wires protruding from the box, and leading somewhere into the back of the creature's head.
A terse moment of silence followed, both individuals face to face with one another as lightning spread across the sky in brilliant fashion, and the characteristic deep rumble of thunder shook the ground beneath their feet. Without missing a beat, the Pokémon spoke without moving a single muscle. The box that hung around its neck producing a feminine-sounding synthetic voice.
"Your name is Victor, right?" It implored.