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Oneshot Nefastum: Liberate	By : Bartimeaus Category: Pokemon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Canon Nefastum: Liberate
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A/N: yeah sorry guys, i didn't update for so long. I know, i know i'm a asshole but a kick-ass asshole ( i know, its weird)..This canon one-shot wasn't supposed to be published until midway of the story but to hell with it..I think you guys deserve a treat. This relates to a future plot and chapter of NEFASTUM. Hope y'all like it.Enjoy.
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An evee ran, his breath hot in his throat, his limbs aching but he couldn't stop. He wouldn't. His body cried for rest but his instincts told him to run. Run for his life. Run for his soul. He looked back briefly at the column of smoke that rose from faraway of the forest. Ever since he had been born, he had spent his entire life in that forest. Mother, father, his mate, his pups. Everyone dead. He had wanted revenge but his primal fear of the creature had him running. Tears threatened to come but he didn't heed to them. Running away from home. Running away from the creature. Running away from the human.

The boy stood alone, eyes closed as if he was meditating. Wind whipped the boys hair, spinning the ebony locks in cross directions, his hair scattering to show the pale face of a stranger. Everywhere broken dead bodies were scattered like Childs toys. Everything inside a 15 meter radius of the boy had been destroyed beyond recognition in a haphazard circle. The earth itself was blackened and small bits of wood and bodies were on fire.
A scene of destruction that would put any dictator to shame. Different colors of blood stained the earth, splashing a sick kind of rainbow on the ground. But the sun shone high in the sky, adamant on trying to limit the destruction that marred the sky. The boy's face was drawn, expressionless as if somebody had leeched his ability of thought. His feet carried numerous cuts from which blood silently wound itself down to the soil.
He moved, his cuts stretching and gushing more blood in response. Not a flinch, not a wince from the boy. His ability to feel pain had been cast apart. He moved his steps slow, awkward without a destination, unthinking. A butterfly without wings. A devilish butterfly. He looked at the water, pink and light blue from the blood of different pokemon. A grovyle's half broken body floated, limply hitting the bank of the lake as wave crashed over it. But the grovyle didn't struggle. He was dead. A roar sounded, inhuman as if a demon had been unleashed in the world.
The boy turned his head to find a mother swampert roaring defiance at him. With her flipper/tail she pushed a small bunch of small mudkips. Telling them to run. Her gigantic size didn't stop her eyes to widen in fear, her legs to tremble ever so slightly. The mudkips yelped pitifully, trying to seek comfort in their mother's strength. An evil smirk glazed across the mouth of the human. The swampert opened her mouth and let out a massive hydro pump. A boulder came in the path of the incredibly fast jet of water and was blown to pieces, pieces of rock raining as the attack hit the human, engulfing him in a torrent of water. The swampert looked on. No human could survive that. Hell no sceptile could have survived that attack. She had put considerable amount of energy in that hydro pump. Her children hid behind her tail, fidgeting and shaking with fear. The swampert's yellow eyes gazed keenly and for a instance she relaxed. The monster was dead.
The next moment her skin crawled as she sensed his evil presence. A shadowed figure stood behind the blinding curtain of mist that dust and water vapor had created . The human came into view, parting through the sinews of the eerie curtain and the sight was not pretty. An arm of the boy had been twisted sickly, turned to the side and a tiny trickle of blood ensued from the feet. The clothing of the human had mostly been torn apart. And apart from a large gash on the stomach he seemed unharmed. The boy was still smirking as if he found all this quite amusing. He gripped hold of his broken arm and with a sickening crunch pushed the hand back into its normal position. He felt no pain, nothing. The monster felt nothing. His face twisted into a wider, more evil smirk as he raised his good hand towards her. Fear permeated the air. He raised his hand and made a gesture.
The swampert was whirled asunder. Huge torn blue limbs rained down on the forest floor and blood erupted, hot and gushing. The mudkip's immediately started mewling, not understanding that their fate had been sealed too.
The boy moved through the forest ignoring the grotesque mound of what seemed like shredded mudkip limbs. A rustle sounded nearby. He couldn't see it but he could sense it. He smiled and disappeared with the gust of wind. And reappeared directly in front of the jumping blaziken that had made the rustle, that was trying to escape. For an instant he saw its pupils dilate, its mouth open. Then he drove his fist through its stomach, his hand ripping through its ribcage bones like it had been a tissue paper. The stomach burst like a balloon, sending a spray of blood into the air.
Then the gravity exerted its pull like it always does on the predator and the victim and sent them crashing to the earth. The blaziken’s eyes went wet and livid with fear and anger. The boy smelled it. The saltiness of its tears, the chunky-metallic smell of blood that was now pooling around the blaziken's torso. He stepped back to admire his handiwork and gave the pitiful creature a smirk. It was a female blaziken but it didn't stir anything in him. The blaziken opened her mouth to speak but choked on a mouthful of blood that had seemed to fill her windpipe. Things happen when your torn rib accidently pierces one of your lungs. The boy looked at her as she swallowed and heaved painfully.
"Trying to escape? tsk tsk."
This time it was the blaziken who smiled albeit painfully. [I don't need to run . It's you who’s running] she said trying to ignore the pain that racked her chest as she spoke.
" I am running? Pray tell from whom?"
[ Yourself. For your existence.]
"i don't need to exist I just do. And it is quite the opposite actually. Instead of running I have embraced it."
[ have you? Then why doesn’t the hole that her death left fill up?] she coughed, her stomach gushing more blood than ever. She didn't have long.
"who are you talking about?"
[ Jane. ]
It was as if the name had triggered a something otherworldly, something so immense that the boy who had wiped out the entire forest went down on his knees. A floodgate had been opened and the dams of his cracked conscious were destroyed and filled with the truth of the events that had taken place. JANE. Jane. His mate. His love. Everything came back to him.
FLASHBACK:
He woke up in their bed, his arms stretching across her waist holding her tightly against him. Oddly enough she didn't sling her arms around his shoulders like she did always. He didn't open his eyes but smiled playfully as he kissed on the forehead. Letting his lips press against her soft soft forehead. No response. That was weird.
His opened his eyes to find death in his arms. He looked at the face of his mate which was all black and blue. One cheek bone was smashed and sunken and her beak was broken and twisted sickly. He ripped the bed sheet from their bodies and looked at her body. The whole bed was stained red. Her stomach and intestines had been ripped from her body and littered the floor.
His heart pumped adrenaline into his body. For one instant the world stopped, then it resumed its worldly things. His mind didn't seem to register what he was seeing. Then he wrapped his head around it. Silence descended and his ears seemed to buzz. His heart beat thudded in his ear. Derision? Madness? His heart choked and ached with pain seeing who he had loved so much was...He choked out a sob, his hand trembling. His eyes became watery but he made no move to wipe them away. She had been....uhh...he tried to breath but the air was stuck in the hollow of his throat. He broke into another set of tears which were accompanied by great heaving’s and stuttering.
"J-jane". He sniveled and wiped his nose, looking at the dead body of his mate. He didn't know how long he had been crying. Minutes? hours? days? Didn't matter. Nothing could make the pain go away. Nothing ever would.
He stood up and walked to the door, opening it with shaky hands. Bright sunshine peered making his eyes hurt. He closed his eyes letting the cold clean wind lessen his pain or increase it. He allowed himself a mirthless smile. She had always loved the wind. Then his mind registered something wrong. The forest was dead quiet. On a normal day, you could hear the cricktunes playing their swoony songs, baby pidgey chirps for food, you could hear hopips whisper as they swayed with the wind. Now the forest was unnaturally silent. He opened his eyes in panic to find his home destroyed. The trees looked as if they had been uprooted and tossed like toys. The earth was marked with craters and rubble. The soil itself had turned a dishrivelled gray as if the ground was becoming barren. Most probably it was.
The pokemon corpses that littered the forest floor lay silent, as if testifying the massacre that had taken place. These were the pokemon he knew, that he had lived with. But that didn't matter much. She wasn't here. Not anymore. He looked around. What the hell had happened? The mighteyana clan could never bring about this....this apocalypse. He looked around and his heart froze with fear as he looked at the lucario that lay with his back against the broken tree.
His son. Without thinking he ran to him, his panic escalating. He kneeled looking at the damage that had been done to lucario. A chunk of ear was missing from his head and the spike on his chest was broken indicating a severe attack on the chest. One of his paw was turned backwards unnaturally which even hurt his eyes to look at.
"lucario" he said softly. One blow had come with his mate, now his whole family? The broken pokemon slowly opened its one eye looking at his father.
[Father.] The boy choked on what questions to ask.What happened? how? when? Anger seared through his veins, pumping his body full of hot livid rage.
" who did this?" whoever did it, he sweared by the end of the day.... The lucario just looked at his father with a look that the boy didn't understand. There was something weird about the peacefulness that had descended upon the dying lucario.
Realization struck him.
"d-did i d-do this?"
The lucario didn't say anything but the look on his face had ceased. The anger inside the boy raised its ugly head. He took hold of lucario's shoulders.
"Answer me dammit! Did i do this?" he yelled, his voice echoching through the barren forest.
The lucario winced with pain as his body shook.
[It was HIM father.]
The sun hid itself behind the clouds and graying darkness descended upon the father son duo. He did it. He he killed her. He killed her. Something fell inside the boy as if the time itself had ceased to exist. A hole opened up inside the boy, a void. It sucked in the pain and the conscious of him. It sucked everything leaving behind a empty shell. Solid. Unfeeling. Cold. Nothing would ever matter again. EVER. The sun had set. For the world and for him.
FLASHBACK ENDS.

He looked upon the blaziken horrified as he recollected what he had done to them and to himself. As if he had awaken from a long slumber. Everything came back. His feet began hurting. His stomach prickled and his arm hurt as if a tropius had sat on it. He immediately ran over to the blaziken kneeling to her.
"I’m sorry. I’m so-so...."
[We all knew the price when we took the peace. ] She coughed up a little blood.
" please don't talk. Save your strength."
[I don't need it] she said pitifully turning her head to the side. She looked at him. The sunlight shone in the amber eyes and reflected.
[That’s why they call you a demon don't they? So unflinching and cold in every choice you've ever made in life. If you would just allow yourself to feel something maybe you wouldn't be a demon anymore. Let me ask you something, just one last thing. It won't hurt, I promise. Can you do something? If not for us then for yourself?]
The blaziken looked the human straight in the eye. She didn't hate him anymore. She couldn't.
[Can you just be human? For her. For yourself.]
Her heart had been pumping erratically, trying to pump blood through her veins. But the body couldn't take that much blood loss.
She drew in a sharp and long breath and exhaled softly. Something in her eyes fell vanished and lost its glow. Angels descended and carried a beautiful soul on their sides to the heavens leaving behind a corpse and a not-so-hollow boy.
So long his mate's death had hurt but when the demon had come a hole had formed inside, sucking the pain and grief out of him. But it had also left him cold, unable to feel compassion, love or any emotion. The hole had stripped away the last shred of humanity that he had left. He sighed as he looked to the sky. The sun had gone down and small bright stars crinkled in the sky as if watching from above. As long as he lived there would be no peace for anything on this planet. The answer was simple. He had always been afraid to take it, consider it, but the dying blaziken had opened his eyes. A smiled spread on his face and for one last moment he was human again.
He closed his eyes concentrating. In result dark purple energy surrounded him. He let himself one last smile time and let the energy go, unleashing its chaos into the barren forest. A mushroom cloud erupted, orange and yellow burning away what was left of the destruction. Every living thing within a 5 mile radius were subjected to immediate scorching heat of the explosion. Not that there were many life forms left.
The remnant fire of the explosion lessened as the cloud rose up to the air sending its black dark smoke into the air. The earth was barely recognizable. Hard to believe a whole forest had been there where the crater now was. At the center of the crater where the remnants of the explosion, its residual fire shrudded.
There was something inside the fire. A hand parted through the fire and the fire drew back revealing a demon kneeling. It's eyes parted, darker than a moonless night. A demon. A demon.
He woke up heaving realizing that he was home with his mate. The fuzzy world rearranged its sharpness to show a white sheet covering them. He was there in bed with his mate. Naked.
[Master? master it’s okay its fine I’m here.]
It had seemed so real that his heart frantically beat against his chest as if trying to find a way out. Sweat beaded the back of his neck.
[Was it a bad dream master?] The blaziken softy kept her taloned hand on his bare chest pushing him back to the bed. She looked at him with those piercing blue eyes and drew up ,brushing herself against him. She softly kissed him assured it would calm him down. He did after a little time and she closed her eyes mumbling a good night not knowing that her mate had not gone to sleep.
He looked at her as she snored softly, her breasts rubbing against his chest with her every movement . Such a beautiful face. How he had destroyed this very face in his dream. The face suddenly flashed before him. Black and blue. Sunken. Broken. He closed his eyes ,letting the image whirl back and settle into the endless nightmare catalog of his mind.
He slowly opened his eyes to find the beautiful sleeping face of the woman he loved. Her blonde locks framed her red face whirling down to her waist. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. " Be safe, sweetheart."
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