Yea so about this story, It's definitely a AU world with almost none of the characters from the show in it. Yes a lot of them might actually be mentioned from time to time, but this is a story about the two people who wish for the world to not be in the state it's in. Anyways I hope you enjoy it, the first two chapters are iffy (gonna be honest) So reviews and critique are welcomed.

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Prologue.

New Mauville.

"I told you the scouts had already cleared it there's nothing here but dead generators, food, and this wretched darkness."

A voice broke the ever abundance of silence that filtered the place. His back to the rest of the group as the five of them trudged onwards, down into the depths of the forgotten city. What was once a bustling way of people, Pokemon, and life was now desolate, and craving its unburdened solace.

"What you fail to realize is the scouts never came down this far, who knows what's here, so be quiet." answered the large bristling man in a hushed whisper. A shudder of fear echoed deep within his voice as he talked. His breathing heavy and deep, burdened with a feeling of dread and despair. His flashlight pointed, staying on the back of the nonchalant man before him. Steady in its stream, lighting up the mans features as he turned to face the larger man.

"Creed, listen, you're worrying to much. Look at what you're doing to the poor future trainers," A mocking tone emanated from the mans throat as his lips spread into a snide smile. A Callous expression plastered on his thin pale face. His angled features sharp in the piercing light. This man wanted to be here, down in the depths of the darkness, he felt at home. Like he belonged. Creed shuddered. The man's features sending more shivers down his spine. He quickly shined the light away from the now squinting man and let the beam flash over the steel wall next to them. The burly man shuddered again as the light revealed long smeared thick lines of hardened crimson that could only be deciphered as blood, trailing off into the distance behind the angular man. The other mans eyes opened wide in shock. Creed grimaced as the light fell back on him.

"See," He stated quickly and quietly, low so his voice didn't echo of the metal walls surrounding them, "There still might be something here."

"Tch" The snide man clicked his tongue. "Creed," his voice condescending, "that blood trail is old, you should refocus your eyes old man, that trails been there for years."

Creed flashed his light, clicking it off quietly as the third adult strode into their midst.

"Quiet, especially you Moth, the only ones scaring the children right now are you," Her voice was harsh. Moth winced in the beam of the woman's light, sighed and nodded. His own light falling on her bedraggled features. Her shoulder length hair black and messy, her broad shoulders toughened and strong. Three long scars had made themselves home on the left side of her face, running through her eye. Whatever had happened had left the woman blind, her cornea was scratched out leaving a small withered ball of white. It seemed to pierce into Moth, staring strait into the depths of his mind spreading his most innermost thoughts out for the entire world to see. The man quickly closed his own eyes and turned away.

"Fine." He stated quickly and returned to being point.

Creed nodded at her. The stress seeming to fall from his shoulders. His body had been tense, and subsequently so. Their path only had the two differing trajectories, and their escape path, if it became blocked they'd have no way out. The worrying sensation that had gripped him before held him tight a second time as a loud clang echoed through out the small hallways causing all 5 of them to stop and stare. Their lights off instantly, they stood still. Waiting. Quietly. Their breaths, all five of them, remained held for what seemed an indeterminable amount of time before finally Moth let out a low sigh of relief.

Nothing happened. Not a thing. Creed's shoulders rotated a bit trying to relax the tensed muscles, the woman glanced down at the children that stood behind the group. Her light flashed on shining them in the face. She nodded and the wide eyed children began to move forward with the group. One was a small pale skin boy, dark hair almost covering his eyes, dirt caked his cheeks, and his clothes laid loosely over his small frame. Two small bulges protruded from his stomach where a white shelled Pokemon eggs lay in the warmth of his jacket. The young child held onto to them as if it were his life, protecting the two eggs from the darkness itself. The other seemed to be more persistent, standing strait, eyes alert, his darkened tanned skin only shimmered softly in the dim light. A ruffling under his shirt caught her attention briefly before she relaxed. A small yellow hairy creature formed up from the depths of the boys clothes. Nibbling here and there on the patches of cloth. The boy breathed heavily for a moment before stuffing the small creature back into his worn bundles. Both of them were dirty, disheveled and aware of everything. Of the adults, of the blood, of the noise. Their eyes searching the dark frantically, for anything. Signs of movement, sounds, whispers in the quieted silence that only seemed to break when they moved.

Again a loud banging sound echoed from up ahead and the lights flashed off. They boys felt themselves pushed and pressed into the metal walls. They tried with all of their might to flatten their bodies against it, wanting to fall into the steel, become one with it, to become safe. The cold encased their forearms and the palms of their hands send chills and shivers throughout their spines.

"The, the, three," The pale boy whispered, his lips and jaw stuttering as the number slipped from his mouth. Instantly a hand was clamped over his jaw shutting it instantly. The hand itself shaking intensely. Fear had gripped them, encompassed them in its embrace. Each of the five frozen against the wall, eyes cutting the darkness frantically, searching, hoping, wishing for the sound to stop.

Another loud clang. Metal grinding metal, flesh flopping on steel and metal walls almost repetitively heading towards them. Sounds began to echo through the hall and found its way into rooms lost long ago only to enhance the sounds. The silence was broken. New Mauville almost seemed lively for the few moments the sickening sound continued it orchestra of unearthly chorus. The darkness began to take a life of it's own, filling itself with shapes, and figures dancing about, scraping the walls, and floors and ceilings, dispersing themselves out before the five. The chorus echoed now directly in front of them. The rest of their senses being bombarded by the stench of death itself. Hardened blood filled their nostrils, disembodied tastes lay themselves effortlessly onto their tongues causing Moth to almost gag. They stood, still, silent, frozen. The shuffling noises passing them by, The figures From hulking to small bobbed filtering the darkness before them. The pale boy shut his eyes tight, and tighter still, wishing, wishing, wishing.
The noise seemed to stop almost suddenly, the darkness itself parting away before them, two low glowing orbs slowly revealed themselves. Creed drew in his breath, as did Moth who stared wide eyed into the darkness, into the low glare. Into the pure whiteness of the orbs. The orbs stared back, reflecting pupil-less eyes. A sudden jerk turned the orbs sideways, then another, and another as creaking noises filtered into the air. Bone cracking on bone, skin wet, and slopping as the sudden jerking began. Moth pressed himself farther onto the wall freezing all thought process, Creed held his breath. The tanned child stared, fixating himself towards the high glowing orbs. A dismembered grunting noise called from the orbs, the jerking motion ceased. The white pupils stared. Gazing at the wall above them. Before finally continuing on. The sounds echoing and dying with it as whatever it was moved passed them.

The woman's light flashed on, but dimmed as to not startle whatever it was that might still be there with them. Fear pushed them onwards, towards their escape path. Slowly the crept giving no hint as to their location. Their boots and shoes falling silently on the metal floor. Creed's light seemed to bathe Moth as the made their trek back up a sloped incline. The angled man turned towards him giving him a sorrowful apologetic look. They pushed on until something had begun to crack. The sound rushed the tunnel of steel, bouncing off the walls reverberating the very foundation of New Mauville itself. Or so it seemed. Moth whirled pointing his flash light at the younger members of their party.

In the pale boys arms, wrapped ever so carefully, was the Pokemon eggs they had come for. And they were hatching. The woman's eyes widened in true horror as she swirled back to Creed and Moth their faces reflecting her own fear reddened look. Terror took them all. As the egg cracked a loud roar followed. The same guttural growl they had first experienced only minutes before followed them up the widened hallways and a torrent of shuffling and seething rage chased it. The three adults quickly grabbed the children and their Pokemon. There was no time for subtleties now, there was no reason. They had been discovered. They had been found. They will be killed. Creed, holding the tanned boy rushed ahead of the group, the woman and Moth's lights flickering on and off him as he barreled up the incline, his broad back and shoulders being swallowed by the darkness itself, being embraced ever so lightly and coveted from view.

"WHAT DO WE DO!" Moth shouted, sheer panic rested on his voice, causing him to mimic a shrill wine that echoed above the gurgling pitch. His brow furrowed in thought as they ran. Twice he almost slipped and fell but only concentration and quick step checking kept him up with the woman. She didn't answer. She was stopping. The incline had come to a head and now flattened out into a larger dimly lit room. The room opened up into the blackness before them. Foreboding, beckoning, unknown. The shambling of limbs and metal grated behind them, closer now. Moth's back shuddered horrendously, and he shook his head wildly looking into the black.

"I'm not staying here to die Minerva, I'll leave that to you and the kid," and disappeared.

Minerva stood tersely holding the pale boy, her one good eye searching, scanning, noting the figures in the dim darkness, seeing them awaken at the call of the pupil-less monstrosity behind them. Watched as Moth tumbled into their midst, and was torn. Ripped, and shredded by claws, fangs, and scythes. They dug into his angled features and made them no more than gushing parts upon the floor. His scream filled the air only momentarily before a pair of hardened jaws ripped into his vocal cords. Minerva stood still, slowly turning left and right, the low glowing orbs filling the air around her, slowly edging their way towards the now pulping mass that was once Moth. Her breathing controlled, refined even. The lumbering mass behind her Cracked, it's intense twitching features coming into view as Moth's light was switched on in the distance. The flashlight spinning round and round it's beam revealing the creatures that had torn into him.

Manetrics, Pyroar, and fiendish houndoom Sniffed at the now undistinguishable corpse. Their eyes as soulless as the beast below. Their white glowing orbs bobbing in the distance. The light revealing more and more. Strips of flesh hung from their bodies, blood caked on their faces and claws. Wounds raked across their hind quarters and faces, their own bodies rotting away. A stench followed them, wafting and filling the air with its unbearable smell. Her figure and the boys were silhouetted at the top of the hall behind him, every few rotations she had moved from the direct path of the wide hall, and crept along the closest wall. Pressing her back to it she held the boy and the newly hatched eggs close to her chest. Smothering them almost. Her strong arms carrying them effortlessly almost. Minerva stopped suddenly, glancing down at the boy, her chest pulsating slowly with every breath. It relaxed him, and her as well. This was good. If he wasn't panicking she would be able to continue her job. To get them out of this alive. Her one dark green eye scanned the silhouetted figures before her, the light fixed itself shining on the back wall, reflecting in the steel surrounding them. Other cubicle like walls stood in the middle of the large room, dimly lit panels some with still flashing LED's coveted the entirety of it's midsections, and the Pokemon. They roamed. But not just Pokemon. Something worse. A tear came unbidden to her left eye and she wiped it away with her free hand. Calming herself she began to scoot along the edge of the wall, being careful not to trip, not to make a noise. The figures weaving out of the cubicles were human shaped. Their erratic twitching making their features untraceable. She held the boy tighter in her grasp. He let out a small ragged breath as her arms bore him into her chest. His face pressed deep in her bosom. The two newly hatchted Pokemon squirmed in the boys arms trying to free themselves. To squeal, to call for mother. But their natural instincts kept them calm. The two Eevee's felt the panic, the fear and the uneasiness about them. Their gaze resting on the pale boys facial features. The boy held his eyes closed, tight, and continued to try and press them tighter into themselves as if the world he was in would vanish if he did so. But nothing happened, nothing except the slow trek, the guttural growls and the rasping breath of the humanoid creatures that continued their erratic gestures staring off into the distance with their now soulless eyes.

Minverva reaching the other end soundlessly slipped into the darkened shaft before them her feet finding purchase on the small ledges. The elevator shaft itself was deep, the elevator lost in the darkness down below. Long flowing ropes hung overhead and breached into the engulfing shadows. Tentatively she reached out a hand and tugged on one of the remaining lifelines to the surface. To safety. To survival. Gasping as the rope pulled taught and the fell slack. Falling, falling, Falling deep down into the abyss, slipping from her fingers causing her to almost lose her balance. The 6" ledge not being enough to stabilize her added weight she fell forward. Feeling herself tip into the darkness. Quickly she whirled on the balls of her feet and grasp for the edge of the shafts frame, finding purchase. Her demeanor broken in that instant as she felt own self slip away into madness. At the door to the shaft stood the pupil-less monstrosity, it's profile shimmering in the dark, the flashlight giving new meaning to the faceless figure.

Spiked horns grew along it's sickly pale green body, flesh and scales hung from it's bones. Blood drenched it's mouth as it opened it for a gurgling roar. Minerva instantly let go. Her survival instincts kicked in as she reached out for the secondary rope, this one pulling fully taught as she fell and held. Her hand slipped down the rope burning her unprotected skin, but she held on tight, her one eyed gaze glaring at the figure that stood slack jawed before her. She shook the boy with her other arm.

"Climb," She demanded waking him from his enclosed escapism. The pale boy started and looked up at her, noting the rope, the creature the gurgled above them and back to her.

"CLIMB!" She demanded more thoroughly her voice resonating through the shaft, causing cries and begrudging moans and disembodied voices to answer in chorus. Quickly she hefted the boy with the two Eevee's onto the rope, his hands gingerly but firmly grasping it. The boy began to climb. When he was free of her left arm she changed her grasp wincing as she hung suspended, her right hand burning, shooting pain throughout her arm every time she closed and opened it. She shuddered as she grasp the rope with the burned hand, stopping as she leveled with the creature before her. It lurched itself at her, it's slacked jaw gnawing at the air inches before her face in a slow rhythmic way. Minerva kicked out planting a steel toe boot into the things mouth, breaking jaw and bone and watched as apart of it fell away into the shaft. The thing twitched erratically gurgling it's surprise as she continued up the rope, a fierce fire in her eyes.

"All of this for sane Pokemon," She whispered to herself. The boy had stopped some ways up, a partial whine in his voice. His exhaustion taking him.
"I, I can't keep going," He shuddered holding himself tightly to the rope. His arms were weakened as was his resolve. All of them, everyone of them had died doing this, to get these, these things that squirmed in his jacket, trying to free themselves to look around. But the darkness was infinite, except for the flashing light down below.

"Move, keep climbing," Minerva stated finally catching up with the boy.

"We are almost out, don't you want to get out?"

"I…" The boy trailed, his answer incomplete. He was shivering on the rope, His feet trying to find purchase, a solace to rest on. She saw this, the boy would be too weak to continue in this state. He would soon be wracked by grief. Minerva struggled up the rope as well, her hand burning every time she grasped it again.

"Fine," She stated as she reached into her pouch with her burned hand pulling out her flashlight, and shone it throughout the shaft. The beam revealing burned scorch marks, and battered metal. Ajar doors on both sides of them, and. Something flashing in the distance above them. No not flashing. Quickly her survival instincts activated and she swung her body to kick off the opposing wall. A limp figure fell at blinding speeds and dissipated into the darkness, leaving the stench of a hundred rotting corpses. As they swung back and forth she heard more and saw more. Her face turned up as did the beam of light. Bodies, Pokemon and human fell down into the shaft. Rotting corpses and bodies that had only been dead for minutes began showering them with blood, entrails, broken bones and loose flesh. Again she swung the rope and kicked the wall bringing the rope into another open Hall adjacent to the one below. Her feet finding purchase on the cement ground she beckoned to the boy.

"Hurry," She whispered grasping his hand and letting the rope go. It fell away allowing the bodies to siphon pass into the shaft, her light brightening the faces that fell. An astonished gasp escaped her lips.

"Fredrick, Lia…no,no…." These were people she knew. People who were waiting for them on the surface. People that would have welcomed them back. Their community. Their way of life, and it was being thrown, dead, into the abysmal darkness, swallowing them. Minerva quickly shook her head closing her eyes her breath coming heavier now. Where was Creed, where was the other boy? Were they safe? Dead? How did Lia? How did her precious Lia fall? What was happening? To much…too much. The came the blood curdling howl. Ear piercing, soul rendering, she looked up only to find one of the falling bodies had latched itself onto the lip of the door and swung itself in. Its forearm bearing the resemblance of a cutting scythe. She reacted, throwing out her heels she jumped and booted with both feet, the creature from the hall back into the shaft. It squealed as it tumbled bouncing from wall to wall, bones cracking, wet flesh popping on its way down. Minerva landed heavy on her side and gasped in pain before rolling onto her stomach. Looking down into the darkness she realized something. The boy was gone. Just gone. Fear gripped her then. Fear that she had strove off for so long, slipped under her skin and made her crawl down the hall. Quicker, she scrambled to her feet and rushed out in a blind panic, her light flashing this way and that, reflecting off of the steel walls, Rushing over crumpled ceilings, over other messes long since staining the floors and ceilings. Her own face covered and smeared in the crimson of fresh decay. Surveying the area frantically her eyes adjusted to the dim glow around her. She stopped. Fear paralyzing her steps. Her light beaconed on her surroundings. The dim glow of orbs had surrounded her. Her hands shaking now as she brought it up to view.

Disassembled humans and Pokemon surrounded her closed in, her light flashing this way in that in a futile attempt to blind the already blinded beasts. Their erratic twitching growing more frantic as they approached her. Minerva closed her eyes, let the darkness take her, let the feeling of nothingness become one with her. This was it, this was her time. Her memories flashed back to when Lia had first been born, how happy her and Fredrick had been. They reveled in her existence, spoiling her as much as they could with as little as they had, trying to show her how to survive in this world, showing her how to eat, cook and play. Tears welled up in Minerva's eyes and a soft smile crept unto her lips as she began to hum a small tune. Lia's lullaby. And then nothing. Silence rippled through the air leaving traces of gurgled moaning and gnarled gnashing of teeth.

In the darkness, watching the dismembered figures of Pokemon gnaw at gaunt body that was Minerva sat a child. The Pale child. The Eevee's huddled to his chest, silent tears slowly venturing down his wet cheeks. His eyes wide as Minerva's flash light illuminated the carnage. Blood splashing from the mauling landing on the boy's face and clothes, matting the babies fur. They did not squeal, they did not squeak, they did not growl. All three stared in silence. The pale boys heavy breathing had stopped. He held it. Continued to hold it inside of him until the gurgling ceased and the beings parted ways, slipping into the darkened corners of the floor. Silence settled, echoes choked until they were no more, the dismembered beings leaving no trace that they had been there only moments before. No trace except the corpse that now lie on the ground. The boy shuddered miserably. The shudder continued, trembling his limbs, infecting the entirety of his body until he could no longer control it. A small whine filed up from the bottom of his throat continuing to sound higher and higher.

Then he stopped. The entirety of his body frozen in place. The Eevee's watching closely through the dim darkness as the flash light flashed on and off in the distance. Portraying the wall of massed blood and death. A hand had placed itself over the pale boy's mouth, countering his wine. Piercing hazel eyes shone dim in the darkness before him. The light reflected showing the intruders face. It was the other boy. The small tanned boy. Slowly his mouth moved, a soft whisper slipping from his lips.

"Count by 5's we'll keep alive." Was all he stated. The pale boy stared in amused horror as the realization dawned on him, his apprehensiveness falling away into an almost relaxed state as the tanned boy removed his hand, nodding. Edging him on.

The pale boy began, "Five, Ten, Fifteen…."