Dame yo…

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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Chapter 5

“We’re you able to get any useful information out of him?”

Agatha half-smiled. “Plenty. Though he seems to trust you.”

“He will not find out about this.” Lance said calmly. “There’s enough Sleep Powder in that hot chocolate to keep him out for a few more hours.”

She smiled. “I know. Lorelei is entering the data right now.”

“This will not put a setback in our true plan?”

“You still intend to go through with it?”

Lance smiled. “Of course. It is time that they learned their place…”

Agatha cackled as Lance smirked.

Lightning was easy to call, even though wind was truly his first aspect. He smiled as he felt the wind ruffle his hair and flutter his cloak, whispering encouragement. He could feel lightning sparking on his fingertips, and the rain clouds glittered at the far edge of the horizon.

He was ready.

He smiled as he climbed up the steps, just another trainer tourist, wanting to climb to the top of Indigo’s tallest building, the Council chambers where the council met… a few pokeyen extra and the teller had winked and promised not to tell about letting an unregistered mutant up to the roof.

Smiling, he closed his eyes and felt the storms hum in his blood. It would be quick. And it would be deadly…

The small metal apparatus in his arms began to hum with power…

Lightning crashed as he felt Lugia-sama’s voice in his mind, pleased to the utmost in tone. < Yes… my precious child. Force them to change their laws or force them to their deaths. It is all the same. >

Lance nodded, even as the first screams began to filter from underneath. The machine spun madly. Glittering dust, electric enough to cause mutations, fluttered out, but oh, it would hurt those who were human, and only those…

A virus only killed those who were not already inoculated.

As the first men began to melt, he smiled.

“They’re dying.”

“Yes.” Lance said calmly. There was enough lightning in that machine to run until all of Kanto and Johto slowly became infected. He had made sure the storms would continue dancing… and no pokémon would dare change the weather against Lugia-sama’s orders…

Red laughed.

“Then they will all die?”

“Yes.”

Red smirked. So how would the government like this? Oh, but he had forgotten. The council had gotten hit first. Even now the device danced amidst the lightning storm that brewed over Indigo Plateau.

It was lovely. Such wonderful cleansing to heal the world…

“They’re dying…” Pryce finally realized. It had taken time for the lightning-created virus to spread through the floors of the Council chambers, even to reach the underground facility where he was being confined. The scientists were melting! Their dying screams were horrible to hear. He would have covered his ears were he not restrained with heavy cuffs around his wrists…

Still, now that there was no man to bar the door… he pulled himself free.

He was free!

However, he wanted to know – no, he needed to know. What price had been paid for his freedom? And what of his school?

What had happened to all the children?

Where had they gone? Were they dead? He should not have left the place untended! Oh alas!

Those poor children…

Lance watched idly as Richie tapped into the security cameras left running in the Council building. “So, he’s ashamed of what he’s done? How ironic.”

“Isn’t it?” Richie laughed as he felt sparks dance upon his fingertips. “How naïve he is. Humans and us could never live in harmony.”

“The Cro-Magnon defeated the Neanderthals, after all.” Lance agreed. “And we are next.”

“LANCE!”
The cry rang through the hideout. Lance sighed. He was not surprised that Pryce would come, but it was still irritating.

He nodded as he smoothed his black cloak down and headed out. There, he saw the man in the wheelchair, waiting for him.

“Yes?”

“You took my children!”

Lance laughed. “Your precious students? Yes, well… I am afraid I did. The other alternative was leaving them for dead… or did you want them to be experimented on like you were?”

He could see Pryce glowering, as his hands clenched into fists. Claws, actually. They had managed to mutate Pryce’s hands into scaly things with blunt fingers. It disgusted him.

“Give them back to me.” Pryce ground out.

“No.”

“They’re mine!”

“I suppose in a way they are. After all, you traveled all over to collect them, did you not?” He smiled. “But where would you keep them now? Your school is nothing but dust and ashes.”

Pryce winced. “What did you say?”

“You didn’t check it first? It’s gone. Leveled. I was doing you a favor by bringing the children here.” Lance purred.

A movement. Lance did not move, though several forms materialized around him. One was a woman Pryce vaguely recognized.

Agatha…

She had once been one of the Elite Four, Kanto and Johto’s Elite, the League representatives that were higher than all trainers, but when the purges had begun, she had vanished.

He could sense the mutagen in her blood. He could trace the minds of a few of his students, and that was how he had found them. Lance had brought almost all of them here. Perhaps one or two had perished in the flames of his precious school…

He should be grateful. It would be proper to be grateful, but now Pryce did not give a care about society.

“You killed them.” He accused. “It was you, was it not, Lance? No one else would do such a cruel thing…!”

“I did.” Lance shrugged his shoulders elegantly. “Why should I deny it? They hunted us down first, Pryce. Do not forget that. As for the students, well… should you procure adequate food and lodging for them, I shall consider their return. Until then.”

With a mocking smile, he and the two behind him vanished.

Pryce seethed, but could not discount the truth in those words.

End Chapter

Completed 6/12/06

I notice that I seem to have a set of people who are villains. For old men, I have Pryce and Oak, and for trainers, I have Misty…