Blood\'s Desire

Chapter Three: Abortion

In the deepest recesses of Kanto\'s own Mount Moon, Mewtwo spoke softly with the Exalted One about the upcoming Dark Moon ritual. The room reeked but poor Mewtwo was doing everything he could with his psychic powers to bring pleasant smelling things to his nostrils.

“O Exalted One, I was considering Latias for out next initiate, is there another Legendary who you have in mind?”

There was a long raspy noise followed by gargled coughing, finally the mess of rotting flesh on the Mareep skins spoke.

“There is a Pokémon… a Legendary who is responsible for my existence in this state. She gave birth to her young over my grave. Her birthing fluids seeped into the Earth and awakened my diseased body. My soul however never left, for I was not allowed to wander as some sprits do, and Lucifer himself never gave me the invitation to His fiery pits. I was condemned in this way, until that magical elixir was absorbed by my parched skin.” As the Exalted One spoke, Mewtwo listened with wide eyes. It made sense, the Exalted One wasn\'t immortal, as he had thought; a Legendary had made him living again. “Suicuine is her name… she is the reincarnation of the North Wind! I want her! I need her to see what power she is capable of. That day, she had given birth to five pups, all as fast, if not faster then herself. Slay the children, I shall require their life force, then be prepared to perform the ritual.”

“Surely the pups can be spared O Glorious Exalted One?” Mewtwo questioned. Until now, he had never been asked to kill anything only cover up the traces. The Exalted One had made exactly two killings, one a pregnant teen, the other… her seven month old fetus.

“No!” The creature hissed menacingly. “I need their blood! Don\'t you see you imbecile? Blood is what\'s keeping me alive. The blood of a Legendary Pokémon however, will restore my decaying flesh into its original youthful appearance.” The Exalted One moaned and stared Mewtwo right in the eye. “Do you know how long it has been since I have experienced an orgasm?”

The Psychic Pokémon did not care. He just wanted to do The Exalted One\'s bidding so he could have what he was promised. The decrepit monster in front of him had promised to tell him the truth about his purpose in life. Mewtwo had been trying to uncover the truth since he was initially created eleven years ago. He swore he would give anything to find the meaning behind his existence, and that is why he was here, helping a creature mightier than himself who transcended the boundaries of life, death and rebirth.

“No.” He answered, thankful that it had been his own idea to create the Orgy Room and design every single ritual with the most sacred of all acts. Otherwise, he would be inquiring the same question of The Exalted One.

“Five years, it has been five fucking years since I have been able to touch myself.”

Mewtwo inwardly cringed, he could not go more than two days without some type of physical contact, yet than again, he was an extremely powerful Psychic Pokémon; he could think himself to orgasm.

“I am sorry to hear that O Exalted One.”

“I hardly even have a penis you know.” The mass of deteriorating flesh continued with his personal problems. “It is all shriveled up. I want to feel the blood rushing to it again Mewtwo.” It was beginning to sound like the thing was sobbing. “Please Mewtwo… My High Lord, please do what I ask of you… no beg of you… Please bring me the pups, I need their blood.”

The lavender hued Pokémon nodded. As much as he hated to, he just couldn\'t resist not knowing the truth!

“Yes Exalted One.”

“Good. Now go! Leave me be!”

Without another word, the confused psychic Pokémon levitated silently toward the door and closed it behind him, with a loud crashing thud.

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“I knew it!” Brock screamed as he jumped up and down giggling like a giddy little schoolgirl who just received her starter Pokémon. “I told you so, I told you so!” He chanted as he danced around in a circle. “See, a Breeder is never wrong!”

Misty was meanwhile sobbing uncontrollably against the side of the bed, and Ash had merely sunk to the floor, his knees pulled tightly to his chest, his hands to his face. Brock took notice of the less than exuberant couple and stopped his frolicking.

“Hey are you guys all right?”

“No we\'re not fucking all right!” Ash cursed. “Leave now, me and Misty need to talk, and I swear to God Brock, if you even think about eavesdropping at the door, I will kill you with my own bare hands!”

“Yes sir!” Saluted the Breeder, and like a Dustox he was out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“I want to get an abortion Ash.” Misty whispered as she stared at her feet. Shifting uncomfortably, she suddenly felt disgusted at the thought of a baby growing in her womb. “This is just way too soon. There is no way we can handle it… we\'re not prepared, too irresponsible… it\'s just a… a huge mistake.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing. With our schedules now, we don\'t have time for a baby. We\'re too young anyway. I want us to actually live before making such a large decision, and to tell you honestly Mist; I don\'t even think I want kids. I mean I have you, I don\'t want to ruin everything we have with children.”

The red head nodded, smiling up as her husband to be, so thankful that they could work out their problems together and come to conclusions so quickly.

“I\'m just not the motherly type Ash. I can barely heat you a can of soup, how can I take care of another human being who can\'t do a single think by itself?”

Misty moved down to the floor where her fiancé was sitting.

“So, it\'s decided then?”

“Yeah.”

“We\'ll have to make an appointment at a clinic as soon as possible. I just hope Brock doesn\'t run off and tell my parents or the whole neighborhood for that matter.” Ash placed his arm around Misty\'s shoulder leaning closer to her. “I don\'t want my mom getting upset over this. Both my parents are highly against abortions.”

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She could sense the bitter pain… the agony the loss of not one, but two unborn children, helpless victims in the fight for existence. Sweat was poring down the ebony haired woman\'s face as the orgasm racked through her body, it was yet another vision haunting her sleep. Why was she dreaming of someone so far away? What was happening now only seemed to be centered in Mauville City. The peak of Mount Moon flashed before her minds eye. A doctor with a large needle, injecting it into her abdomen. A tall powerful figure standing on the dark mountaintop. The sound of a large machine. The images were all distorted and Sabrina knew she had to figure them out. The mountain had been Mount Moon, yet the young red head woman on the examination table receiving the needle appeared vaguely familiar. Was she the next victim?

“Hey Sabi, you all right?” Julia questioned, a look of concern crossing her pretty features.

“Another vision… this time it was all jumbled.”

“You seem to be getting a lot of those lately. Do you think they have something to do with the murder?”

“Yes.” She looked at the young woman quizzically, and thought, “Just come out with it… I know you know a lot more than you let on.”

Their eyes locked, and Sabrina\'s began to haze over in a soft purple.

“all right enough… listen… I need to tell you something, although seeing that you are psychic, you probably already know.” Julia was unable to break eye contact with her, the telekinetic was quickly probing deeper and deeper into the very essence of her soul, and what she saw was surprising even to the famous psychic.

“I do, however, I believe this is not the place to discuss it.”

Julia nodded, and together the two women left the Mauville City Police Precinct. Sabrina had her Alakazam teleport them to her home in Saffron City. The world around them swirled into a nauseating mess of colors that transfigured into the Gym Leader\'s huge mansion and surrounding gardens. The entire plot of land was gated against the outside world, the bustling and busy city of Saffron. Where they were standing in a serene little garden at the back of the house, a presence seemed to dominate the Earth, She felt alive, growing and feeling. This intense emotion suddenly claimed Julia\'s conscious; she glanced at her new friend and sighed.

“This… place… my Gods, your house… everything is just, beautiful.” The forensics student was in awe.

“Thank you.” Sabrina showed a genuine smile. “You feel it, She senses you. Everything within these gates is protected from psychic intrusions; no magic of any type or form can penetrate its walls, and neither can any Pokémon. I am the only person, besides my parents who can come and go as I please, yet because my powers are so much stronger than theirs, I can also bring visitors.”

“That\'s incredible.” Julia stated, she honestly didn\'t know what else to say. The woman standing in front of her was simply amazing, everything about her had this enchanted essence to it; her world was truly magical.

Taking Julia\'s hand, Sabrina led her rather uncharacteristically into the gigantic house with excitement. The psychic lead the student to her private meditation room, the space felt sacred and Julia was afraid to enter.

“You mustn\'t be frightened.” The ebony haired woman whispered softly.

“Are you sure I can go in there?” Julia asked uncertainly.

“Just trust me.”

Sabrina took her warm hand, this time welcoming the sensation it brought, and the images that flooded her minds eye. The two entered and with a snap of her fingers incense and candles were lit, the new mood sending a shiver down Julia\'s spine. Motioning for the auburn haired woman to sit down on a purple yoga mat, Sabrina sat beside her on an old worn bamboo mat.

“This feels a little uncomfortable Sabi.”

“Shh… I know what you are.”

“And when did you figure it out?” The forensic student said shakily, noting that Sabrina has said the word “what” and not “who”.

“From the exact moment I shook your hand. Your name is Alkai in the tongue of the ancients. You are a necromancer, and a powerful one at that.” Sabrina stood up and began to pace around the room, making poor Julia more nervous than she had started out to be. “You are a mistress of swords in ritual, using their masculine powers to draw forth the soul of the departed, thus raising it\'s diseased corpse.”

Julia could not help but smile at the woman who stood before her; she was good, she was very good.

“Well done my lady.” The young riser of the dead bowed her head in a praise of the psychic\'s talent. “I suppose by now that we both know we are dealing with a being of pure evil?”

“That would be correct. A dead eight year old boy who with the help of Suicune\'s young has risen from his grave.” Sabrina sat back down on the old worn bamboo mat as she explained what she knew of Max\'s resurrection. “Every new Moon he initiates a new Legendary into his ranks. They have absolutely no idea of his true intentions.”

“I see, but I\'m hoping that you\'ll have some idea of mine.”

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“Leavy, Kawanaki.”

“Yes sir?” The two boys were diligently writing and preparing their hypothesis for their thesis. It was the only thing they could write in their report until they found their body.

“Further examination of plot number 062 revealed the following data.”

“That being?” Kawanaki cocked an eyebrow at the middle-aged professor.

“The remains of the placenta of a Pokémon were uncovered, hinting that something startled said Pokémon and its young because she did not consume said placenta.”

“Ugh!” Leavy gagged and spit into a nearby garbage can.

“Doc, do you have to upset our stomachs?” The young Japanese man complained.

“Silence ass hole! I am Doctor Steinberg! Not “Doc”!”

“So let me get this straight, are you suggesting that the mother fed the remains of our subject to her young?”

“No you idiot!”

“Then what sir?” Leavy asked innocently.

“Someone who dug up the remains frightened the poor creature away!”

“Ooohhhh…” The two forensic students nodded their heads in understanding.

Two knocks sounded on the door to the laboratory. This was rather surprising since Leavy and Kawanaki were the only two students who were allowed in after Steinberg\'s office hours.

“Come in!” The gay Jewish man screamed, completely startling the young men.

“Hey Professor Steinberg!” Greeted a female voice, a little bit too enthusiastically, the boys thought.

“Ms. Monroe, what a pleasant surprise.” The doctor hugged his student tightly giving her three kisses, one on each cheek and another right on the mouth. “How\'s the investigation coming along?”

“Excellent. It\'s becoming a bit of a mystery however, and quickly diving head first into occult territory.”

“Fascinating! Come here darling, and tell me everything.” Steinberg motioned for the young woman to come over and sit on his lap.

To Be Continued...