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Monster: Prolouge

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--WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE UNSUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS. IF NEED BE, THEEEVEEWARRIOR WILL TURN ON THE MATURE FILTER. STILL, IF YOU ARE EASILY SCARED OR HAVE A FEAR OF BLOOD AND GORE, THEN TURN AWAY NOW. BY READING FURTHER, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THEEEVEEWARRIOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRAUMA OR LOSS OF SANITY THAT MAY RESULT--
--YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED--


PROLOGUE

    What makes a monster? Is it the form? The appearance of such a beast? Is it the power that makes a monster, raw and untamed? Or is it the actions, the terrible things that such a creature could do?

    No, a true monster is the one that nobody sees, the one that everyone supports and befriends until the moment it turns on them. Monsters are not born; they are made, crafted by their own experiences, their own mistakes. But the true monsters are the ones that don't even realize it, that are willing to ignore their nature at the cost of everyone around them.

    For example, take the war overseas, the twisted regime of the Taliban. Do their soldiers believe that they are monsters? Do they slaughter innocent civilians for no reason other than because they can? No, they are the grunts, raised by lies and groundless prejudice to do the bidding of those above them. The real monsters are the ones that lead these poor souls, the ones that practice deceit and mass-murder, happy to ignore the evidence against their misguided beliefs.

    To some extent, even Pokèxtinction is not truly monstrous. No doubt, their leader is monstrous, a madman whose insanity and hatred rises to meet the gods themselves. But one man does not speak for many. Some of Pokèxtinction's soldiers are volunteers, yes, but many of them do not know the truth- in fact, they see us as the monsters, tearing apart their forces without negotiation or mercy.

    But then there is the most controversial topic of all: the poor, brainwashed souls that Mr. X uses to do his bidding. Are these men monsters, or were they simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Their deeds condemn them, yes, but is it mere deeds that make a man a monster, or is it something more? Can someone truly be a monster if they are unaware of their actions?

    As of this moment, that is the lone question that fills my mind, the lone reason why am I writing this... this recollection. Only a bystander, a spectator can make such a conclusion about one's nature, for no sane being takes pride in being a monster. Therefore, I leave that conclusion up to the reader, so that they may examine my memories of this event, this terrible, terrible event, and decide who the real monsters are.

    And now, I have but one thing left to say before I begin, one last set of words; this tale is not for the faint of heart. Even in the form of text, what you read here may drive you mad, like it did to me. And even if you complete it with your sanity intact, you will not be the same.

[///TIMEDATEstamp= February 23rd, 2013///]
[///SIGNALORIGIN= Deep Pacific Pokèumans Base///]


    "Sorry!" I mumbled, leaping over a pair of lucarios as I raced down the hall. I cringed as I saw their faces, knowing full well that I would pay for that little stunt later. But that didn't matter right now. This was far, far too important to wait for anything. The headmaster needed to hear about this now.

    In some ways, this race to the headmaster's office made me proud to be an eevee; one of our species' trademarks is being the fastest pokèmon on four legs, and that speed was being put to its ultimate test right now. Clutched in my mouth was a CD case, literally torn from the shelves when the message came in. Our techs had quickly recorded the entire thing on a compact disk, then they had given me the CD and told me to get it to Headmaster Williams as fast as possible.

    I fell flat and slid under an Altaria as he flew overhead, cursing at how close I had come to clipping his wings. "Slow down, buddy! Seriously!" No can do, Evan. I thought, leaping back to my feet and barging into Headmaster Williams' office. As soon as the Weavile saw me, he lept up from his chair and took the CD case out of my mouth. "What is it?" He asked, taking out the disk inside. I leaned against his desk for support and panted "It's... it's a transmission from... the Marianas Base."

    The Headmaster's eyes widened to comical proportions as this sentence hit home. "How long ago...?" "About... two minutes or so. I ran directly here from the radio room." He raised an eyebrow at the fact that I had literally sprinted across the base in two minutes flat, then asked "Did you hear what it said?" I shook my head, slowly regaining my breath. "Nope. The tech had his little headset on the entire time." The weavile fell silent, staring at the disk for a few seconds before sliding it into a nearby walkman (the Headmaster was kinda old-fashioned) and hitting the play button.

    With a hiss of static, the message began. "This is Peter Cohen, lone survivor of the Marianas Pokèumans Base and Research Facility, transmitting to anyone within range. The broadcasting equipment is critically damaged, so I'm not sure how long this message will loop. Casualty rate is almost one hundred percent and structural damage is extreme. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole base collapsed within the week, honestly. But that doesn't matter. None of it matters. Headmaster Williams, if you are listening to this, then I am giving you a direct order as the defacto Headmaster of the Marianas Base." We leaned in as he paused, eager to hear what he had to say next. We expected him to say anything, anything but what he told us: "Do not send a rescue team. I repeat, do not send rescue."

    "Send a BuRNN Squad."
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! THE PROLOUGE HAS BEEN POSTED! MY EPIC HAS BEGUN! *facedesk from exhaustion*
Start Date: January 2013
Upload Date: October 17, 2013

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I have posted absolutely nothing this entire year- I have been putting every last bit of effort I can manage into this story. My creativity and my natural madness have been pushed to their absolute limits to ensure that Monster is unlike anything else this group has ever seen.
This is not a base fic.
This is not an action story.
Monster is designed to tell a story of madness and corruption beyond anything the group has experienced to date.
And the events that are seen in this story will haunt the world of Pokeumans for years to come.

--SUMMARY--

The Marianas Pokeumans Base and Research Facility. The home away from home that has quickly become a legend and icon among the pokeuman society. Technology and scientific advancements surpassing that of the Tokyo Base itself pour from Marianas like water from the Holy Grail, and the quality of life seems to be rising by the second. Miracles in both medicine and science have become commonplace, and a future of prosperity and success seems to beckon to all that know of it.

But all is not well in Marianas. A force unlike any other is waiting in the shadows, watching and guiding events as they unfold. A benefactor and hero will arrive to deliver the latest attempt at perfecting the soldier of the secret war, the latest attempt to perfect the pokeuman gene. A lonely, average gengar will be chosen on a whim to become the test subject.

And from the ashes that follow, a Monster unlike any other will rise to consume the world and all that reside in it.

The Golden Days of Marianas have come to an end.

The Reign of The Beast has begun.

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--LEGALITIES--
I do not own pokemon or pokeumans.
Pokémon belongs to Nintendo and Gamefreak.
Pokeumans belongs to :iconpokemonmanic3595:
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bfhman1's avatar
what is a BuRNN Squad?