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Daren

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Hi! This is my newest fanfic, I hope you like it.:D

Prologue:

Cyrus stood gazing out the high window from his base inside Stark Mountain into the heart of the bubbling volcano. The unbearably hot temperature no longer bothered him and not even the boredom of the past couple of weeks disturbed him anymore. He had become strangely like a robot without depth or feeling just standing there, his only movement being the occasional twitch of his left index finger.

His eyes continued staring blankly, like empty pits of darkness, as if watching some obscure thing. His hair had grown more discolored and the wrinkles in his skin thickened for not even he had kept track of his age and didn’t care. His silver brows curved into a dark scowl, piercing through the glass pane of the window.

Not a sound could be heard in the dimly lit room in which he stood besides the rapid beating of the man’s heart. All of a sudden, the metal door behind him slid open and a slender, feminine figure stepped gracefully into the room. The woman’s hair was of a cherry in texture and curved in a strange crescent shape across her shoulders. Her pale boots made no sound as she approached the man.

But Cyrus didn’t stir nor did he even turn to face her. He stood perfectly still for a time with his eyes fixed on the hot lava before him. The woman waited patiently knowing that talking or moving at the wrong moment could mean death. Finally the man acknowledged her presence by motioning with his hand for her to speak.

“Phase one of the plan has been carried out and the remainder cargo has been successfully transferred from base two,” She reported. She waited for a response but the man never spoke only nodded and signaled to her to leave the room. Before she could reach the door the man’s lips parted as he uttered the word, “Wait”

The woman stopped in her tracks and turned toward the man once more. “Yes sir?” She asked. The man stood silently for a minute before breathing the three words,

“Where is Pluto?”

“He is currently operating in the transportation unit, making sure that our facilities will be safe in case of another failure-” She stopped, realizing her mistake. The room became silent; not even the beating of the man’s heart could be heard anymore. Then, slowly, he turned to face her; his eyes black with cold rage.

“The plan will not fail!” He hissed at her. He picked up a vase and hurled it at her. She quickly dropped to the floor to avoid the weapon. Regaining control of himself, the man straightened up and turned away from her again.

“Let this be a lesson to you Mars,” He said calmly, “Try to choose your words more carefully next time.”

Shaken by her experience, the woman called Mars nodded frantically and hurried out the door. There was no longer a doubt in her mind. Something at changed about her leader since the catastrophe at Mt. Coronet. He was no longer the calm and collected man he had once been. He had gone mad.
 
Sorry it has taken me so long to post, here's chapter 1!:)

Saturn paced silently through the large, extravagant room which was his quarters, deep in thought. With every step his stony expression seemed to harden like a painting of how he felt inside, rock hard. His mind wandered to a time before Team Galactic, a time before he felt the meaning of purpose. A time when he felt meaningless like all of those other worthless trainers, choked up in feeling and emotion. Saturn shot out his tongue as if removing a bitter taste of something from before.

Beneath his gray uniform, his heart beat like a drum, as if something deep inside was desperately trying to escape. He tried to choke it down but it just came back up. He just couldn’t shake it. In a rage, he threw himself to the floor and slammed his head severely against it. He did this for several minutes before wearily collapsing.

He sat there breathing heavily for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, thinking. He had never felt this way before the Mt. Coronet incident. Something unthinkable was happening to him, it was like his two-dimensional life was being given width.

“NO! NO! NO!” He screamed, throwing himself on the floor once again.

His tantrum was interrupted by a knock at the door and a familiar voice calling his name. He hurried to open the door and found his fellow commander, Mars, standing in the doorway. The red-head couldn’t muffle a giggle at Saturn’s appearance. Suddenly becoming conscious of his unruly state, his face grew hot and sweat began to trickle down his forehead. His hairdo had been destroyed in his rage and his uniform was unbuttoned in a number of places.

“Yes, Mars?” He asked, doing his best to repair his appearance.

“Cyrus wants to see you and Jupiter downstairs immediately” She replied, avoiding eye-contact. Saturn could tell that something was wrong. He nodded grimly, afraid of what his leader’s reason for calling could possibly be.

“I will see you downstairs,” She said as she strode away toward the enormous elevator at the end of the hallway. Saturn found himself staring after her. That always happened when he was around Mars. Something seemed to twitch inside him whenever he saw her.

After throwing these thoughts far from him, he turned on his heel and re-entered his room to fix his hairdo. The boss liked things being perfect and assigned each member a separate hair style, if that style were to become distorted, he would become relatively irritable. Not that he wasn’t always irritable; Saturn hadn’t seen the man smile since long before the incident.

Saturn shook his head sadly; he wasn’t quite sure what had become of his leader, considering he spent most of his time staring into that stupid volcano as if it in itself were a god. He sighed as he opened his bathroom drawer and returned the comb and wondered to himself: Where was the Cyrus he knew?

After locking the door to his room behind him, he entered the gold-plated elevator which Mars had used previously. He pressed one of the many buttons representing the numerous floors inside the mountain base. The meeting room was on the 2nd floor so Saturn’s flight took him down eleven floors, occasionally stopping to allow a grunt passage to a lower floor with tools or supplies to deliver.

When at last he reached his destination, Saturn entered a long hall and didn’t stop until he had reached the last door. This door was larger than any other in the hallway, the knob was plated with silver and the brim had been constructed of solid gold. Taking a deep breath, Saturn pushed open the large door and found himself standing at the front of a long table with Mars and Jupiter on either side and Cyrus on the far end.

Saturn took his seat and sat in silence, looking over the other three’s expressions with ever-growing curiosity. All eyes were on him and he found himself shifting positions uncomfortably in his chair. Cyrus didn’t move at all for the first few minutes, taking turns looking from one commander to the other as if trying to decide whether to reveal what he was about to say. Finally he spoke.

“The information I am about to reveal to you is strictly classified, so if this gets out every one of you dies” Cyrus’ words were so quiet that Saturn had to lean closer to hear but still they carried a sting that told them he was 100% serious.

The three commanders nodded, their faces revealing that they acknowledged the seriousness of their leader’s words. However, inside each was eager to know this great secret. Cyrus took his time in speaking though and shut his weary eyes in silent thought. From below the table, he produced a large, black box. Retrieving from his pocket a golden key, he inserted it into the box and with a click, the lid popped off.

“This, is the Black Gem,” He began slowly, lifting from the box a large amulet attached to a golden chain. The amulet was pitch-black in texture and about a half-foot in diameter. The three commanders gasped in surprise.

“When Dialga and Palkia’s powers were unleashed at Mt. Coronet, I captured them inside this amulet,” Cyrus said, observing the dumbfounded faces of the commanders with what could be called amusement, “That was phase 1 of the plan”

“So the incident at Mt. Coronet was a success?” Saturn exclaimed with a gaping jaw. Cyrus nodded slowly.

“Now all that is left is to return the amulet to the heart of this mountain’s volcano on the night of the lunar eclipse so that I can receive its overwhelming powers” He finished, “And then we will rule the universe and complete our perfect world.”
 
Chapter 2 is up (I know...I write reaaaaaaaaaalllllllllly slow)

Neptune walked slowly down the dark, gloomy hall that led to the storage room at the base of the mountain. In his arms he held a large wooden crate, the contents of which even he did not know. A foul aroma spewed from under one of the many doors in the long hall, but Neptune didn’t seem to care. Gligar and Zubat hung from their perches above, as if silently mocking him with their laziness.

Suddenly, a female figure dropped gracefully from the ceiling and landed before him. The woman’s face was covered by a black mask and her lime green hair was tied up in a bun. Neptune didn’t even flinch, only stood there looking bored. The woman sighed as she removed her mask and hair pin, allowing her hair to tumble down until it reached her knees.

“I just can’t scare you anymore can I?” She laughed, “I remember when I used to frighten you so bad that you would tumble over backwards or even run all the way to-”

“Shut up, Venus!” Neptune snapped, brushing past her, “You talk too much!”

Venus looked hurt. “I do not!” She objected defiantly. Neptune rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Hey! I’m a grunt just like you! Stop pretending like you’re better than me!” She exclaimed. Neptune didn’t reply, only continued slowly onward. Venus followed silently for a moment before continuing.

“You’ve been like this ever since Mt. Coronet! Don’t you remember when we were friends?” She persisted firmly, “I thought you said it would stay that way forever! Don’t you remember saying that!?”

Neptune stopped in his tracks, he didn’t reply, just turned to face her with eyes like blades of ice, able to freeze ones soul at a glance. “I said Shut Up!!!” He hissed. “You’re such an idiot!”

Venus took a step back and shrank frightfully to the floor, fighting to hold back the tears that rolled gently down her cheeks. She sat there, huddled up with her legs pulled tight against her chest, her face buried in her crossed arms, tears now streaming down her red face.

When she lifted her face from her hands, she half-expected to see Neptune looming worriedly over her. But he wasn’t there. More tears grew inside her crystal blue eyes as she plopped her head once again in her gloved hands.

“You… said… *Sniff*… we… would… *Sniff*… always… be… that… *Sniff*... way” She mumbled between snivels, “What happened to you?”



Tell me if you think its too emotional. I know its really short for how long I've been away.
 
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