Chapter 1

"God, Cerveaux, you have to stop shooting ahead like this... Goddam..." said
a winded Adem, standing over a fainted Pidgeotto.

Adem and Abra left the Pokecenter that day. Oak had no idea what had
happened to Adem or Abra, and concluded that Abra had fooled around with
Adem's mind too much. Adem knew that the Professor was wrong (and thought
that the Professor knew that as well) but didn't care to argue with him.
Abra became Adem's certified starter Pokemon once his form was laminated.
Adem nicknamed Abra Cerveaux, which was French for 'brain'. It kind of fit,
and Cerveaux was an interesting name. Abra sure liked it.

The small pair traveled from the Professor's house until sunset, fielding a
couple calls from Adem's mom when the sun finally hid. No, he hadn't
forgotten anything. Yes, Abra (CERVEAUX, mom! Get it right!) was a competent
Pokemon who knew good attacks (Teleport would suit Adem fine until Abra knew
some others. Adem personally didn't care, as long as wild Pokemon could be a
voided) and yes, Adem would be careful.

It was in mid-day heat when Adem heard (and felt) Cerveaux's cry for help.
The "competent" Abra had shot ahead, bored of Adem's slow foot pace. It was
a beautiful day, Adem reckoned, so why not? But five minutes into Cerveaux's
little escapade, he had encountered a pair of male flying Pokemon. A Fearow
was battling a Pidgeotto for territory, and mates. When Abra suddenly shot
in between them, Fearow shot off, cawing it's vow to continue the battle
another day. Pidgeotto grew furious, and turned to the petrified Cerveaux. A
few Gusts and Teleports later, the still frightened Cerveaux was cornered.
Any type of blow or hit would have maimed Abra. Of course, the same went for
Pidgeotto. A swift club to the head proved that. Adem jumped into the fray
just in time, swinging a heavy tree branch he picked up. The Pidgeotto was
knocked out for the rest of his life, blood dripping massively from its
head. A soft pinkish-gray substance could be seen on the ground. Apparently,
Pidgeotto's skull had been cracked open by the harsh blow from Adem. Two
minutes more and there would be one less Pidgeotto in the world.

Adem knew Cerveaux was special, but not this special. What happened next
would never fail to leave him breathless for the rest of his life. Cerveaux
started glowing. Adem knew that Pokemon started glowing when they evolved,
but Cerveaux told him differently.

"AdemMaster, help me! Something wrong! It's crawling in, it not going out, I
is telling it to, it not going-"

"Cerveaux, stay calm. What's coming in? Where?" Adem asked, trying to stay
calm. He didn't know what was happening either. It was all wrong, what was
happening? Oh God, if anything happened to Cerv, Adem thought, it'd tear him
all the way apart, no sewing back and healing the wounds. "No, no, NO!
Cerveaux! Don't go! I want you to stay! We can play! We can do anything! I
promise! I'll do anything! I promise!" Panic and chaos ensued. The glow was
glowing brighter, and Adem couldn't approach it. He paced around it, hoping
to see the answer. The glow scorched his skin, making his nerves feel fried
and useless. His arm soon became numb. Then his other arm, and soon his body
was numb to all feeling.

"Anything?" asked Cerveaux. He was back, the glow had stopped.

Cerveaux had not evolved. But he had, almost. His usually brown, short fur
was now black, and longer below the elbow. His eyes had lost their brown
shade, and now were as black as the fur. Everything about Cerveaux was
black. Even his messages seemed black.

"It's in me. It went in when I thinked of killing Pig'otto. Then I started
brighting, and... I din't want it in me, but now... It part of Cerv. I like
it there, make me complete."

"What does?" asked Adem through a mouth full of bread. He stared curiously
at the contented Abra. He was laying down on the tall grass, looking to the
side at the tall, guarding oaks at the side of the plain where the Fearow
and Pidgeotto were fighting.

"The Dark." Came the reply. This made Adem start and drop his bread slice.
This would mean that Abra had inherited (or mutated) a Dark-type streak from
an unknown source. This would change everything.

Adem sat in silence, just watching Cerveaux. Cerv had no care in the world
about what Type he was, just as long as he could play. He had no idea that
he was a medical first, and that if any media source got wind of this, he
would be ripped away from Adem, never to return, living his life in a lab.

Why had Cerveaux turned this way, anyways? It didn't seem feasible... A
Psychic Type turning into a double-Typed part Dark Pokemon? Well, Cerv was
still an Abra. The proportions were still the same, and the only thing
different about him was the length of his hair on his forearms and his
jet-black fur. And his messages, but, it seemed to Adem, only Cerveaux and
Adem could hear them.

"Adem Canton! I challenge you to a battle! You will face me, if you honor
your family!" a overly confident male voice rang out. Adem couldn't see over
the tall grass, so he stood up. Cerveaux floated up and perched on Adem's
shoulder. Adem spotted a well-dressed man in his late 40's. A vest and tie
were sported on the upper body, while dress pants covered the bottom half. A
handlebar mustache was sported on the man's upper lip.  A Pokebelt was
wrapped tightly on the man's waist. Four balls were suited there. "And what
a fine specimen of an Abra you have there. I'd like to see it in battle, if
you wouldn't mind."
Adem didn't have time to respond; Cerveaux did that for him. He floated out
into the middle of the two Trainers and hovered, daring the man to send out
any Pokemon. It didn't matter.

"I is gonna bust any Poke man sends. I feel the Dark, it want to fight... I
let it, it make me strong..."

"You do just that." Adem felt a hidden confidence in Abra surge forth. He
could defeat anything and everything... With what? Teleport?

Adem started having second thoughts. This was bad: usually when Adem had
second thoughts, something was going to go wrong. But how could anything go
wrong? There's so much confidence in me for him for him to lose, Adem
thought.

"Cerveaux, do whatever you can to win, okay? I'm behind you all the way.
Just don't give up, okay, Cerv?" Adem pleaded. He turned and nodded.

"Hmmm... Okay. Earth Shatter, go!" shouted the man. The red and white ball
was thrown and a Donphan pawed the ground in its wake.

"You know what? Cerveaux, just freestyle this one. Do... whatever, except
fainting. K?" Adem said. Abra did nothing.

Adem felt something pulling at his mind, sucking it into a vortex... And he
could tell it was coming from Abra, but how? Everything was just going so
strangely, and so abnormally...

Suddenly, Abra's stubby hand shot forth. His palm faced Donphan. A black
shot of Dark energy surged out from Abra's arm and shot towards Donphan.
Donphan was dumbstruck. His obvious years of experience had never prepared
him for this. A Psychic type using an unknown Dark move... This was
ludicrous. Just before the shot hits him, Donphan will wake up in a dream
world.

Or go to one. The shot hit Donphan like a speeding train. A blind man could
tell that the Donphan was out cold. The fainted Pokemon sped towards his
trainer, who calmly recalled him before the Donphan could hit anything. The
man closed his eyes and solemnly bowed his head. I returned the gesture. He
forfeit the battle.

In Foxcroft, it was customary to have a battle with no guidelines
whatsoever, going under the honor and ethics you were brought up with. You
battled until your last Pokemon fainted, even if that meant a six to one
battle.

"That was amazing. I have three other Pokemon. None would stand a chance. I
forfeit. You have earned this, my son." The man said. He calmly walked past
Cerveaux and reached into his vest pocket. He then handed 500 yen to Adem.
Adem just stared at the money. "You have earned that. I will never see a
sight like your Abra again, and I hope you are well rewarded. Spend it
wisely. May we meet again." And with that, the man took his leave.