Dawn of A New Day Deleted Chapter 1
Dawn of A New Day Chapter Seven: Why do I get a feeling a lot of people are going to hate this chapter?They say imagination is an amazing gift to have. Creating your own world, filling it in with details, like your own characters, and settings, but what if the world you created is your reality? I asked myself as I watched the prison cell where we held none other than the human known as Ethan Black. That human, trapped in cryogenic slumber as I and my fellow scientists study him like a lab Ratatta.As for how he got here, let's just say that is a very simplistic answer. Imagine if you were trapped somewhere for so long you accept what's there, but you never even realized that all of it was fake? Nothing more than mere figments of your literal imagination to fill the void of your mind. The such void that should be filled of real memories.It's almost tragic if it weren't so pathetic, the fact that we have apprehended a human that we know is the biological son of Zekrom. And yet, we haven't gotten anything out of him that proves it. No sense of courage or determination, none of the powers that she possesses, none of that. All we, the people of Team Phoenix have to work with is a young adult that is hard on himself, been seemingly lonely for so long it's difficult for him to make friends, and always wears a mask to hide his feelings to the point we should just end his life right where he's sleeping.And yet, I feel that he does indeed possess the same electrical powers that flows through her body. But that power has been hidden for so long that he can't even display it. And perhaps if he could, it'd be so pathetic and lame that even a newborn Pichu could show so much power. And we need him alive to continue our plans. Jotting down my notes, I took a look at his sleeping, oblivious face as he dreamed, unaware that everything that has happened is all a part of his imagination.Him believing that he was born to the parents of a regional professor, eventually taking in a Milotic whom he named Beleza, with the two developing a sexual relationship. None of it is, was or has been real! Nothing more than mere illusions of friends for him to satisfy himself when he has had no friends! To quote a clown prince of crime, it'd almost be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic. I guess I could still laugh about it, though. Continuing to jot down notes, I heard footsteps, before a door behind me opened. "Scarecrow, sir, we have a report." Turning around, a lone male grunt, clad
in our colors, was standing holding an envelope."Thank you, what's the report?" I asked, curious."We've detected weak signs of Aura in his brain. We have reason to believe that an Aura user is trying to tell him that the world he's in isn't real." He explained."Well, we can't let that happen, shall we? Find the person doing this, and destroy him or her." I reasoned. "There's one problem. It's Andrea Lucia of Kalos." The grunt replied. I could only sigh in frustration. You see, that girl had been a nail in our skulls for five years now, her and her Lucario, in their failing efforts to stop us. And despite everything we have tried, she still comes back with a vengeance."Contact Commander Flamme. I've got an assignment for him." I quickly answered, as the grunt ran to find the commander. Turning around, I looked back at the stasis tube where Ethan was being held. Sighing at how are efforts were turning up no results, I walked out of the room. Perhaps the Master could evaluate better why we need this kid."