Hi everyone. I’m zamlord and welcome to my second pokemon fanfic. It has a darker edge than Master Tournament, though by the time I’ve finished that it will have been cast into shadow more than once. This story is an Other, but has some Ash and Misty Romance, Ash and May Romance, Other Romance, as well as horror, violence, torture and sexual themes. Read on, valued reader, to the terror of Descent.

Prologue

Savage Beginnings

The water ran down Whitney’s back, slowly loosening the knots in her muscles. Times had been hard for the Gym Leader. In fact, she thought, times had been hard for everyone lately. Not only was she herself scared to death of the recent chain of murders, but also the majority of her apprentice trainers had quit and were trying to move to Kanto. She sighed and reached for the soap. There was too much work around the gym for just her and the few remaining under her employ. And being the Leader of Goldenrod City didn’t help, what with most people looking to her to protect them as much, if not more, than the police. She lathered the soap and began to wash her legs when there was the squeak of the door.

‘ I’m in here.’ She called through the steam. The door squeaked shut again. Whitney picked up the shampoo and began to gently massage it into her hair when she heard something. The tap of claws on tile.

‘Nidoran, I thought I told you not to come in here when someone is using it.’ She said, her voice echoing. More taps. And the clomp of a shoe. Whitney turned off the shower and reached out, grabbing a towel.

‘What the hell do you think you are doing?’ she said, wrapping the towel around herself and stepping out of the cubicle into the steam.

‘You should know better than to-’ she was cut of as something large leapt out of the steam and collided with her, pressing her against the white tiles of the bathroom with a growl. Whitney struck the pokemon in the face, the shoulder, the eye, but it kept her pushed against the wall.

‘Aside.’ A cold male voice said, and the pokemon slid off her. But before she could get up, a man silhouetted in the steam grabbed her and forced her back against the wall. His arms circled behind her, as though they were lovers, and with one hand he tore the towel off her body, while with the other he ran a knife along her back. She cried out as it gently cut slits on her perfect skin, again, and again, until it had cut the skin into wild patterns. Then he forced is lips to her, meeting her lips in a rough embrace while the hand holding the knife sliding down between her legs. Her screams were drowned out by the savage howls of man and pokemon.