The cloaked figure walked slowly in the high hall of grey stone. The architecture made this particular place look as if the stones were popping out at him, reaching to try and rip off his cloak. The cloaked figure's eyes burned blue for a moment, and the phantoms receded, once again let the halls be silent. He walked more minutes, not saying or thinking a word in the possibility that something should hear him- something he didn't want to hear him in this accursed place. Why did they have to pick here to meet? After a small while of deathly silence, the hallway opened up to a large room lit by a pink light. It cast the shadows of the fifteen others in the room large on a wall. The figure nodded to each one of them.
"What is so important that you had to wake me?" The cloaked figure asked. One of the fifteen laughed.
"Animus, have patience. You are the Mind, after all. I thought you would foresee this." The speaker was a figure in blackish-blue plate, showcasing a powerful build and not allowing anyone to see much else. What was the speaker's head was a blob of the same material, but a red diamond-shaped gem was inset into it. A cloud of pure black smoke had cloaked the speaker. For as long as Animus knew him, Kav had worn that black cloud of smoke.
"I apologize for the lateness." Animus said with an edge to his voice.
"It is not that dire a deal." Another spoke. She had a slender body, waves of a green fabric hanging off her oak-like skin. She was unquestionably tall, looking down on the other members with a serene expression. Her eyes were a soft green, the same color of the light that emanated from between her lips. Animus knew her immediately, this was Sola- the oaken lover of the one that spoke next.
"What is dire is that we found him." This speaker was Vir, a man-beast of gigantic stature. His body was a dark yellow, showcasing his large build. He wore only a loincloth covering his nether regions, not willing to conceal his figure. His face was heavyset, full orange eyes and mouth light giving light to the heavy scars he had sustained. Animus' eyes shot open at this, involuntarily flexing his mind and breaking part of the wall.
"Are you sure? Is it not the Scourge? How are you certain that the energy signatures are not showing something worse?" Animus asked in a hasty tone. One of the fifteen roared, shutting him up.
"Do you doubt in my abilities, Animus?" This dragon was known as Zu'nak, the size-changing beast. He could become from insect size to nearly the size of a town with but a thought. His scales were large plates that were a dark blue in color. They interlocked at odd angles, prompting questions. Zu'nak's wings were of the same color sinew, stretched and looked as if they were ready to snap. The beast had black light where the others had some sort of color. Zu'nak's eyes were crimson dotted with orange and green and black and white. Animus shook his head.
"No, Zu'nak, of course not. My excitement precedes me," Animus forced an invisible smile. "Where shall we begin?"
The young Pichu walked through the dead forest, feet crunching in the snow as if he was stepping on twigs. With each step, he swiveled his head left to right, shaking. The leafless trees were blocking his vision, wasn't Vios City suppose-
Crack. The Pichu hadn't moved, but something else had.
"H-hello?" The Pichu asked, not moving but shivering.
"I-is som-mone th-there?" The Pichu looked down at his hands, realizing that they were growing frosty. Perhaps that he was just dreaming?
A blue bubble enveloped the Pichu, sending him back some feet. The Pichu struggled against the confinement, the bubble acting like rubber. Seemingly from nowhere, metal contraptions spread from the bubble and the Pichu saw three-pronged hands. The fingers were sharpened sticks of metal, the palm of the hands glowing a circle of blue. They zapped the Pichu consistently. A shadow descended on the little Pokemon.
"Hello, little one," The shadow said. "I am Adrian, and you and I will have some fun, yes, yes we will. Can you hear me? We're going to have some fun..." The Pichu couldn't hear the thing called Adrian over his own screams as his DNA was torn apart and remastered. "...And we are going to have a great time."
In an alleyway which connected buildings to each other, shadows moved. The lead one was a creature with scythes for arms, glowing green and red eyes peering in front of him in the darkness.
"They should be around here somewhere..." The Kabutops trailed off. The targets were two Houndoom and an Aggron, Thugs that had stolen something from the local populace.