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*The reason this has a Teen rating is because this book is darker than the others, for good reason. You may disagree with me, but I just put it as a precaution. Enjoy the final book. =)*
Jim stared, open-mouthed, at the scene before him, joined by his friends and mother: an enormous castle, risen from who knows where, looming over them like an impenetrable wall, and there, floating above the ramparts, was Zekrom, N astride its back. Did that mean he was affiliated with this castle, or even that he was responsible for this? What did it all mean?
He felt June grip his leg, her eyes fixed on the immense structure. The Guy stood protectively in front of Mrs. Stevens and Professor Juniper. Leanne kept a tight hold on Jim’s arm, and Bianca kept a grip on Cheren, they and their friends unable to take their eyes away.
Then, Jim felt his legs move; he was going forward, walking, running, sprinting, going as fast as his legs could carry him. June had scurried onto his shoulder before he had sped up.
“Jim!” he heard his mother yell. “What are you doing?”
But he didn’t answer. He just kept running, one thought on his mind: get to N.
He didn’t know how long it took him, but soon enough, he had scaled the broken, aging stone steps leading to the altar, his heart hammering. Clattering footsteps from behind told him he had been followed. Sure enough, as he looked to his left and right, he saw Leanne and Cheren on either side of him, Bianca bringing up the rear. Wordlessly, they proceeded on, and soon found themselves standing before one of the stone walkways extending from the castle. There was N, floating in the air on Zekrom’s back.
Jim tried to step forward, but someone stepped out of the shadows to stand before him, blocking his path. It was Gorm, the Sage he had encountered all the way back in Nacrene City. He was soon joined by his fellow Sages: Bronius, Rood, Zinzolin, Giallo, and Ryoku.
“That is far enough, young Stevens,” said Gorm.
“Get out of my way, Gorm!” Jim snapped. “I have to get up there!”
“I’m afraid that is not possible,” said Zinzolin. “Our Lord N has something he wishes to say, and we would not have him interrupted.”
Jim looked up at N. The young man’s eyes flickered down at the four of them, blocked off by the six sages, but he spoke not a word to any of them, though his gaze lingered longest on Jim.
Then, N spoke aloud, and his voice rang loud and clear over the now-silenced stadium. Down below, through the corner of his eye, Jim could see that N was somehow being broadcast on the enormous viewscreen normally reserved for the scoreboard.
“Citizens of Unova! I ask that you not be alarmed! My message is one of peace, not of war!”
If Jim’s voice was still with him, he would have declared it rich for N to say that, considering he just walled the mountain up and nearly destroyed the stadium.
“My name is N Harmonia, the leader and ruler of Team Plasma, and this generation’s Black Hero. This is my partner, Zekrom, the Dragon of Ideals.”
Zekrom let out a deep, rumbling growl.
“The structure you see before you is my stronghold, the castle of Team Plasma. It was raised to attract your attention, for what I have to say cannot be ignored. I must speak.”
No one said anything, so he continued.
“Ever since my childhood, I have stood by and listened to the cries for help and mercy from the Pokemon of Unova. It is a gift that is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it allows me to hear the true voice of the creatures we call our companions, but a curse because it also allows me to feel and hear, for myself, the pain and sufferings they endure. Not all of humanity is to blame, but a significant amount is enough to make a difference.
“We call Pokemon our friends, our partners, and even our family, but how are we really treating them? Like slaves! Like weapons! Too much of humanity has come to neglect what Pokemon truly are, and only care for their purposes in battle! They work them to the last atom of their strength, until they can do no more, and then what is the fate that awaits them? More battles, or even worse, abandonment!
“This is why, citizens, I propose my ideal: the salvation of humans and Pokemon alike! Together, we can make our world harmonious once more! It is my wish to see a world where humans and Pokemon live in perfect unity and understanding! I seek your aid to make this ideal reality!”
His ending words rang loud and clear throughout the stadium. All eyes were fixed upon him, but no one spoke. Not a word of approval or dissent arose from any lips. They had been struck with the passion his words were filled with, the true heart and soul he poured into them, even if they could not agree completely on treating Pokemon so poorly in the past. It was a moment like this that showed Jim why N was a natural leader: he was charismatic and influential.
“Praise be to our Lord N!” cheered Bronius.
“Hail his wisdom and vision!” crowed Ryoku.
“Long live the king!” said Giallo.
Then, quite suddenly, the elders’ cheers were broken by a new sound: someone clapping slowly.
It seemed to be coming from behind N, through the doorway where the walkway was protruding. A red gleam glistened in the shadows, and out stepped the one figure Jim had been dreading to see ever since he realized the castle was Team Plasma’s.
Ghetsis.
But, there was something vastly different about him, something that made him even more unpleasant to the observing eye.
He had discarded his voluminous robe with the castle-like collar and the yellow and blue eyes. He was now wearing a black, high-collared cloak, still decorated with eye symbols. In one hand, he was holding a silver cane, with a circle below the handle bearing wheel-like spokes at its sides and the Team Plasma shield insignia in its center.
Jim could no longer doubt that he was looking at the true incarnation of this unfathomable, devious man. The other Sages, however, looked puzzled at this change in his wardrobe. Apparently, this was not something they had all been aware of.
“Stirring words, Lord N,” he said, softly. “Words worthy of a true visionary. Your ideal is admirable...but sadly, not within the confines of our agenda.”
“What is this?” Gorm asked, puzzled. “What are you saying, Ghetsis?”
“I am saying that the leadership of ‘our lord’ is no longer necessary” said Ghetsis, applying sardonic emphasis on the words ‘our lord’. “He has proven time and again to be successful in speech, but lacking in execution. He does not fulfill the designs of Team Plasma, and must therefore step down.”
“Step down?” asked Rood, outrage building in his voice. “How dare you suggest such a thing! Don’t jest with us, Ghetsis, not now! Can you not see he is fulfilling the promise we made: to liberate Pokemon from human oppression!”
Ghetsis smiled unpleasantly. Throughout all of this, N said not a word, but merely stared down at Ghetsis in astonishment and perplexity.
“You believe that he is, but sadly, more effective methods have risen that render the diplomatic approach a moot point. Colress?”
Through the shadows, another man took Ghetsis’ side. He was younger, with neat blond hair, accented with an odd blue extension that curved around the back of his head, and was dressed in a long white lab coat.
“You requested my presence, Ghetsis?” he asked, in a crisp, clear voice.
“Yes. It is time. Release it.”
Colress nodded, drew a remote from within his coat, and pressed a button on it.
There came a great rumbling as the ground began to shake again. Jim wondered grimly what was about to happen now: a death ray, maybe? More of the castle? How much more could the mountain take?
But no, the change was coming from the castle itself. A section of the wall above was moving aside, shifting its architecture, showing a kind of recess in it. Within its shadows, something was crouching, like a slumbering animal no one should dare awaken. Ghetsis raised his staff, and the shield within it began to glow with a blue light.
“Project Genesect!” he yelled into the silent air. “Awaken!”
Something red gleamed in the darkness, a red glow that shifted upwards. It was the sleeper’s eyes, and it was now wide awake.
With slow, laborious steps, it moved out of the shadows, revealing itself at last, and Jim felt his breath catch in his throat. Leanne and Bianca gasped, and Cheren muttered what sounded like, ‘My God...’
It was...what could be said to describe such a being? It was covered in purple, gleaming armor, with the appearance of polished metal. It had the appearance of an insect, with a thorax and abdomen, pointed legs, and thin forearms ending in knife-like claws. It had large red eyes and bared white teeth. Its head was flat and disc-shaped, but rising above it was what looked like a cannon with a silver muzzle. It looked like the stuff of nightmares.
Jim brought out his Pokedex to identify this creature, but the screen was filled with static.
“Data not available.”
“No data?” Jim asked, aghast. “But, what is this thing?!”
At last, N stirred. He jumped off of Zekrom’s back and advanced on Colress, his pale face alight with fury.
“What is the meaning of this?! Colress, I made it perfectly clear that Project Genesect was to be discontinued! How dare you defy me!”
“Forgive me, my lord,” said Colress, who had not batted an eyelid, “but you lacked the vision I possess. To stop the project would have been cruel, leaving Genesect incomplete and worse than dead. It was a saving grace to restore it this way.”
“Restore it?!” N shouted. “I told you when you first gave me word of your insane experiment: tampering with the Pokemon’s original state deprives it of its natural power! Genesect was already perfect: a fierce and intelligent hunter of this world’s past! I ordered the project to be halted because you were tainting its natural potential!”
“That’s where you’re wrong, my lord,” said Colress, a bitter edge to his voice. “My goal was not to damage Pokemon potential, but to heighten it. My wish is to bring forth the true hidden strength of Pokemon, bring it to the surface and let it continue to grow! What better Pokemon to test that on than Genesect, the very creature you so cruelly cast aside?”
“The cruelty was in initiating the project in the first place, without my consent, I might add!” said N, before turning his gaze on Ghetsis. “And you! You were in on this? I knew you were doing duties against my better wishes, but this?”
“As I said, my lord,” said Ghetsis, calmly, “your methods are no longer appropriate to our mission. We have tried the peaceable approach, and it has failed. If the people of Unova will not listen to reason, they will listen to force!”
He stamped the ground with the end of his cane with force at the end of this statement, and Genesect’s eyes glowed. The muzzle of its cannon began to glow with a silver light, the sphere of it growing larger and larger each second.
“Ghetsis, no!” N yelled, but the Sage paid no heed.
The beam fired, streaking across the sky like a comet and finally reaching the peak of a mountain far off in the distance. There was an explosion as a piece of the mountainside was blown away by the blast. People below screamed and shouted, but Ghetsis watched on with a cruel smile on his face.
“Ghetsis, you are mad!” shouted Gorm. “We seek the protection of Pokemon, but this is insanity!”
“If it is madness, there is method to it, Gorm,” said Ghetsis, calmly. “Unova will avert this fate, if they listen to us at last.”
Jim couldn’t stand it anymore. He pushed his way past the stunned Sages.
“So is that what you plan to do, Ghetsis? Blow up Unova if you don’t get your way?!”
Ghetsis and Colress finally looked down at the four teenagers standing before them. Cheren soon joined Jim’s side, followed by Leanne and Bianca. Though the girls were rattled, they still gazed unwaveringly up at them along with the boys. A smile played at Ghetsis’ lips as he looked down at Jim.
“Ahh,” said Colress, with interest. “This must be the Stevens’ boy you have told me about.”
“Indeed,” said Ghetsis. “He has been a thorn in my side for far too long, but now, he presents me with a perfect opportunity.”
“Perfect opportunity?” Jim asked. “What are you gonna do, test your freaky bug cannon on me?”
“Jim!” hissed Leanne. “Don’t give him ideas!”
“Not a bad idea,” said Ghetsis, “but I have something better in store for you, my young friend. You see, originally, it would have been in my best interest to see you taken out of the picture, but when Colress informed me that Genesect would be completed so soon, and so near your championship bout, it sparked a new idea in my mind. I need not say it, but your Pokemon possess truly remarkable strength. They must, to give your friend Cheren such a close challenge.”
Jim said nothing, but merely waited for Ghetsis to get to the point.
“That strength could easily be heightened under Colress’ guidance. He is a genius, after all.”
“You flatter me, Ghetsis,” said Colress.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” said Jim. “If your training methods are anything like your negotiation methods, I don’t want anything to do with them.”
Ghetsis’ smile became much more unpleasant..
“You misunderstand me, Stevens,” he said. “This time, I’m not giving you a choice!”
He slammed his cane down again, and Genesect’s eyes glowed once more. It turned on Jim, its cannon aimed right at him. Leanne shrieked and tried to move him out of the way, but she was knocked back as Genesect fired. The recoil was sharp, but it wasn’t a laser blast like the one that hit the mountain. It was translucent, blood red, and surrounded by waves. Jim felt himself go stiff, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. It was like being filled with static electricity.
“JIM!” Leanne and Bianca yelled.
“Let him go, Ghetsis!” Cheren shouted.
“You have relied on the strength of your team for far too long, Stevens!” Ghetsis said, sternly. “If the world is going to learn not to depend on their Pokemon to solve all of their problems, it’s high time they had an example, the one you should have set back in Accumula Town!”
The next thing Jim heard was the sound of several Poke Balls being opened. To his horror, he saw Rok, Jolt, Torch, Torrent, and Spade appear before him, all five of them slumped and weary, still not having recovered from the fight with Cheren. Something moved on his shoulder. With a scream, June was dragged off of him and brought among her weakened teammates, as if a magnet had pulled her in.
“No!!” Jim yelled.
He tried to move forward, but the beam was holding him back, as if his shoes were glued to the stone floor. Ghetsis waved his cane into the air, and from the inside of the castle, what looked like small, propellor-lifted discs floated out from the door behind him. They floated over Jim’s Pokemon and, as Colress pressed another button on his remote, blue light shone down from the discs, enveloping the Pokemon and hardening into a glassy substance. Leanne and Bianca placed their hands over their mouths, and Cheren just stood there, mouth agape.
“Ghetsis, stop this!” N shouted.
“Is this not what you wanted, my lord?” Ghetsis asked, cruelly. “Pokemon freed from the oppressive hands of humans?”
“Yes, but not like this! You can’t do this!”
“But I can, and shall! Colress, take them away! They are yours to test.”
Test?? TEST?!?
“You...you monster!!” Jim roared, fighting to break off the beam holding him down.
"Unhand her, you cad!" Oshawott roared.
He drew his scalchop and tried to charge at Ghetsis, but Genesect turned on him and fired its cannon at his feet. stopping him short.
"Coward! Coward!" Oshawott crowed. "Release my love this instant!!"
Leanne lunged forward and seized him.
"Oshawott, no! He'll take you too!"
"Let go of me, Leanne! I can't let him take her!"
He struggled in a violent fit to try and get away from Leanne, but she held tight.
"I'm sorry, Oshawott, but I can't lose you too," she said, decisively, holding up a Poke Ball. "Return!"
"No! Leanne! Don't! JUNE!!!"
His cries seemed to echo through the air as he disappeared inside the Poke Ball.
"I'm so sorry..." Leanne whispered.
"Do it, Colress," said Ghetsis, firmly.
Colress pressed another button on his remote. The cages containing Jim’s Pokemon lifted up and floated after him into the castle. They banged against their prisons, calling out to Jim, pleading with him to save them, but it was no good. By the time the beam finally lifted off, only June remained, and she too was rapidly disappearing.
“June! Everyone! No!!” Jim cried.
“Jim! Help!” June yelled, a look of pure terror, an expression so alien to her usual self, on her face.
They were gone.
Just like that, they were gone.
June.
Torch.
Torrent.
Jolt.
Rok.
Spade.
All of them, gone in an instant.
He had lost them.
Jim felt himself sink to his knees, the blood drained from his limbs, his gaze losing focus, his mind freezing up on him, numb to the rush of his friends at his side, numb to the triumphant smile of Ghetsis, numb to the shocked looks of the Sages and of N.
Team Plasma had finally gotten the upper hand over him.
They had diffused their Bane.
Book 3
Jim:
The War for Unova
Chapter 1
The Advent of Plasma
Jim:
The War for Unova
Chapter 1
The Advent of Plasma
Jim stared, open-mouthed, at the scene before him, joined by his friends and mother: an enormous castle, risen from who knows where, looming over them like an impenetrable wall, and there, floating above the ramparts, was Zekrom, N astride its back. Did that mean he was affiliated with this castle, or even that he was responsible for this? What did it all mean?
He felt June grip his leg, her eyes fixed on the immense structure. The Guy stood protectively in front of Mrs. Stevens and Professor Juniper. Leanne kept a tight hold on Jim’s arm, and Bianca kept a grip on Cheren, they and their friends unable to take their eyes away.
Then, Jim felt his legs move; he was going forward, walking, running, sprinting, going as fast as his legs could carry him. June had scurried onto his shoulder before he had sped up.
“Jim!” he heard his mother yell. “What are you doing?”
But he didn’t answer. He just kept running, one thought on his mind: get to N.
He didn’t know how long it took him, but soon enough, he had scaled the broken, aging stone steps leading to the altar, his heart hammering. Clattering footsteps from behind told him he had been followed. Sure enough, as he looked to his left and right, he saw Leanne and Cheren on either side of him, Bianca bringing up the rear. Wordlessly, they proceeded on, and soon found themselves standing before one of the stone walkways extending from the castle. There was N, floating in the air on Zekrom’s back.
Jim tried to step forward, but someone stepped out of the shadows to stand before him, blocking his path. It was Gorm, the Sage he had encountered all the way back in Nacrene City. He was soon joined by his fellow Sages: Bronius, Rood, Zinzolin, Giallo, and Ryoku.
“That is far enough, young Stevens,” said Gorm.
“Get out of my way, Gorm!” Jim snapped. “I have to get up there!”
“I’m afraid that is not possible,” said Zinzolin. “Our Lord N has something he wishes to say, and we would not have him interrupted.”
Jim looked up at N. The young man’s eyes flickered down at the four of them, blocked off by the six sages, but he spoke not a word to any of them, though his gaze lingered longest on Jim.
Then, N spoke aloud, and his voice rang loud and clear over the now-silenced stadium. Down below, through the corner of his eye, Jim could see that N was somehow being broadcast on the enormous viewscreen normally reserved for the scoreboard.
“Citizens of Unova! I ask that you not be alarmed! My message is one of peace, not of war!”
If Jim’s voice was still with him, he would have declared it rich for N to say that, considering he just walled the mountain up and nearly destroyed the stadium.
“My name is N Harmonia, the leader and ruler of Team Plasma, and this generation’s Black Hero. This is my partner, Zekrom, the Dragon of Ideals.”
Zekrom let out a deep, rumbling growl.
“The structure you see before you is my stronghold, the castle of Team Plasma. It was raised to attract your attention, for what I have to say cannot be ignored. I must speak.”
No one said anything, so he continued.
“Ever since my childhood, I have stood by and listened to the cries for help and mercy from the Pokemon of Unova. It is a gift that is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it allows me to hear the true voice of the creatures we call our companions, but a curse because it also allows me to feel and hear, for myself, the pain and sufferings they endure. Not all of humanity is to blame, but a significant amount is enough to make a difference.
“We call Pokemon our friends, our partners, and even our family, but how are we really treating them? Like slaves! Like weapons! Too much of humanity has come to neglect what Pokemon truly are, and only care for their purposes in battle! They work them to the last atom of their strength, until they can do no more, and then what is the fate that awaits them? More battles, or even worse, abandonment!
“This is why, citizens, I propose my ideal: the salvation of humans and Pokemon alike! Together, we can make our world harmonious once more! It is my wish to see a world where humans and Pokemon live in perfect unity and understanding! I seek your aid to make this ideal reality!”
His ending words rang loud and clear throughout the stadium. All eyes were fixed upon him, but no one spoke. Not a word of approval or dissent arose from any lips. They had been struck with the passion his words were filled with, the true heart and soul he poured into them, even if they could not agree completely on treating Pokemon so poorly in the past. It was a moment like this that showed Jim why N was a natural leader: he was charismatic and influential.
“Praise be to our Lord N!” cheered Bronius.
“Hail his wisdom and vision!” crowed Ryoku.
“Long live the king!” said Giallo.
Then, quite suddenly, the elders’ cheers were broken by a new sound: someone clapping slowly.
It seemed to be coming from behind N, through the doorway where the walkway was protruding. A red gleam glistened in the shadows, and out stepped the one figure Jim had been dreading to see ever since he realized the castle was Team Plasma’s.
Ghetsis.
But, there was something vastly different about him, something that made him even more unpleasant to the observing eye.
He had discarded his voluminous robe with the castle-like collar and the yellow and blue eyes. He was now wearing a black, high-collared cloak, still decorated with eye symbols. In one hand, he was holding a silver cane, with a circle below the handle bearing wheel-like spokes at its sides and the Team Plasma shield insignia in its center.
Jim could no longer doubt that he was looking at the true incarnation of this unfathomable, devious man. The other Sages, however, looked puzzled at this change in his wardrobe. Apparently, this was not something they had all been aware of.
“Stirring words, Lord N,” he said, softly. “Words worthy of a true visionary. Your ideal is admirable...but sadly, not within the confines of our agenda.”
“What is this?” Gorm asked, puzzled. “What are you saying, Ghetsis?”
“I am saying that the leadership of ‘our lord’ is no longer necessary” said Ghetsis, applying sardonic emphasis on the words ‘our lord’. “He has proven time and again to be successful in speech, but lacking in execution. He does not fulfill the designs of Team Plasma, and must therefore step down.”
“Step down?” asked Rood, outrage building in his voice. “How dare you suggest such a thing! Don’t jest with us, Ghetsis, not now! Can you not see he is fulfilling the promise we made: to liberate Pokemon from human oppression!”
Ghetsis smiled unpleasantly. Throughout all of this, N said not a word, but merely stared down at Ghetsis in astonishment and perplexity.
“You believe that he is, but sadly, more effective methods have risen that render the diplomatic approach a moot point. Colress?”
Through the shadows, another man took Ghetsis’ side. He was younger, with neat blond hair, accented with an odd blue extension that curved around the back of his head, and was dressed in a long white lab coat.
“You requested my presence, Ghetsis?” he asked, in a crisp, clear voice.
“Yes. It is time. Release it.”
Colress nodded, drew a remote from within his coat, and pressed a button on it.
There came a great rumbling as the ground began to shake again. Jim wondered grimly what was about to happen now: a death ray, maybe? More of the castle? How much more could the mountain take?
But no, the change was coming from the castle itself. A section of the wall above was moving aside, shifting its architecture, showing a kind of recess in it. Within its shadows, something was crouching, like a slumbering animal no one should dare awaken. Ghetsis raised his staff, and the shield within it began to glow with a blue light.
“Project Genesect!” he yelled into the silent air. “Awaken!”
Something red gleamed in the darkness, a red glow that shifted upwards. It was the sleeper’s eyes, and it was now wide awake.
With slow, laborious steps, it moved out of the shadows, revealing itself at last, and Jim felt his breath catch in his throat. Leanne and Bianca gasped, and Cheren muttered what sounded like, ‘My God...’
It was...what could be said to describe such a being? It was covered in purple, gleaming armor, with the appearance of polished metal. It had the appearance of an insect, with a thorax and abdomen, pointed legs, and thin forearms ending in knife-like claws. It had large red eyes and bared white teeth. Its head was flat and disc-shaped, but rising above it was what looked like a cannon with a silver muzzle. It looked like the stuff of nightmares.
Jim brought out his Pokedex to identify this creature, but the screen was filled with static.
“Data not available.”
“No data?” Jim asked, aghast. “But, what is this thing?!”
At last, N stirred. He jumped off of Zekrom’s back and advanced on Colress, his pale face alight with fury.
“What is the meaning of this?! Colress, I made it perfectly clear that Project Genesect was to be discontinued! How dare you defy me!”
“Forgive me, my lord,” said Colress, who had not batted an eyelid, “but you lacked the vision I possess. To stop the project would have been cruel, leaving Genesect incomplete and worse than dead. It was a saving grace to restore it this way.”
“Restore it?!” N shouted. “I told you when you first gave me word of your insane experiment: tampering with the Pokemon’s original state deprives it of its natural power! Genesect was already perfect: a fierce and intelligent hunter of this world’s past! I ordered the project to be halted because you were tainting its natural potential!”
“That’s where you’re wrong, my lord,” said Colress, a bitter edge to his voice. “My goal was not to damage Pokemon potential, but to heighten it. My wish is to bring forth the true hidden strength of Pokemon, bring it to the surface and let it continue to grow! What better Pokemon to test that on than Genesect, the very creature you so cruelly cast aside?”
“The cruelty was in initiating the project in the first place, without my consent, I might add!” said N, before turning his gaze on Ghetsis. “And you! You were in on this? I knew you were doing duties against my better wishes, but this?”
“As I said, my lord,” said Ghetsis, calmly, “your methods are no longer appropriate to our mission. We have tried the peaceable approach, and it has failed. If the people of Unova will not listen to reason, they will listen to force!”
He stamped the ground with the end of his cane with force at the end of this statement, and Genesect’s eyes glowed. The muzzle of its cannon began to glow with a silver light, the sphere of it growing larger and larger each second.
“Ghetsis, no!” N yelled, but the Sage paid no heed.
The beam fired, streaking across the sky like a comet and finally reaching the peak of a mountain far off in the distance. There was an explosion as a piece of the mountainside was blown away by the blast. People below screamed and shouted, but Ghetsis watched on with a cruel smile on his face.
“Ghetsis, you are mad!” shouted Gorm. “We seek the protection of Pokemon, but this is insanity!”
“If it is madness, there is method to it, Gorm,” said Ghetsis, calmly. “Unova will avert this fate, if they listen to us at last.”
Jim couldn’t stand it anymore. He pushed his way past the stunned Sages.
“So is that what you plan to do, Ghetsis? Blow up Unova if you don’t get your way?!”
Ghetsis and Colress finally looked down at the four teenagers standing before them. Cheren soon joined Jim’s side, followed by Leanne and Bianca. Though the girls were rattled, they still gazed unwaveringly up at them along with the boys. A smile played at Ghetsis’ lips as he looked down at Jim.
“Ahh,” said Colress, with interest. “This must be the Stevens’ boy you have told me about.”
“Indeed,” said Ghetsis. “He has been a thorn in my side for far too long, but now, he presents me with a perfect opportunity.”
“Perfect opportunity?” Jim asked. “What are you gonna do, test your freaky bug cannon on me?”
“Jim!” hissed Leanne. “Don’t give him ideas!”
“Not a bad idea,” said Ghetsis, “but I have something better in store for you, my young friend. You see, originally, it would have been in my best interest to see you taken out of the picture, but when Colress informed me that Genesect would be completed so soon, and so near your championship bout, it sparked a new idea in my mind. I need not say it, but your Pokemon possess truly remarkable strength. They must, to give your friend Cheren such a close challenge.”
Jim said nothing, but merely waited for Ghetsis to get to the point.
“That strength could easily be heightened under Colress’ guidance. He is a genius, after all.”
“You flatter me, Ghetsis,” said Colress.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” said Jim. “If your training methods are anything like your negotiation methods, I don’t want anything to do with them.”
Ghetsis’ smile became much more unpleasant..
“You misunderstand me, Stevens,” he said. “This time, I’m not giving you a choice!”
He slammed his cane down again, and Genesect’s eyes glowed once more. It turned on Jim, its cannon aimed right at him. Leanne shrieked and tried to move him out of the way, but she was knocked back as Genesect fired. The recoil was sharp, but it wasn’t a laser blast like the one that hit the mountain. It was translucent, blood red, and surrounded by waves. Jim felt himself go stiff, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. It was like being filled with static electricity.
“JIM!” Leanne and Bianca yelled.
“Let him go, Ghetsis!” Cheren shouted.
“You have relied on the strength of your team for far too long, Stevens!” Ghetsis said, sternly. “If the world is going to learn not to depend on their Pokemon to solve all of their problems, it’s high time they had an example, the one you should have set back in Accumula Town!”
The next thing Jim heard was the sound of several Poke Balls being opened. To his horror, he saw Rok, Jolt, Torch, Torrent, and Spade appear before him, all five of them slumped and weary, still not having recovered from the fight with Cheren. Something moved on his shoulder. With a scream, June was dragged off of him and brought among her weakened teammates, as if a magnet had pulled her in.
“No!!” Jim yelled.
He tried to move forward, but the beam was holding him back, as if his shoes were glued to the stone floor. Ghetsis waved his cane into the air, and from the inside of the castle, what looked like small, propellor-lifted discs floated out from the door behind him. They floated over Jim’s Pokemon and, as Colress pressed another button on his remote, blue light shone down from the discs, enveloping the Pokemon and hardening into a glassy substance. Leanne and Bianca placed their hands over their mouths, and Cheren just stood there, mouth agape.
“Ghetsis, stop this!” N shouted.
“Is this not what you wanted, my lord?” Ghetsis asked, cruelly. “Pokemon freed from the oppressive hands of humans?”
“Yes, but not like this! You can’t do this!”
“But I can, and shall! Colress, take them away! They are yours to test.”
Test?? TEST?!?
“You...you monster!!” Jim roared, fighting to break off the beam holding him down.
"Unhand her, you cad!" Oshawott roared.
He drew his scalchop and tried to charge at Ghetsis, but Genesect turned on him and fired its cannon at his feet. stopping him short.
"Coward! Coward!" Oshawott crowed. "Release my love this instant!!"
Leanne lunged forward and seized him.
"Oshawott, no! He'll take you too!"
"Let go of me, Leanne! I can't let him take her!"
He struggled in a violent fit to try and get away from Leanne, but she held tight.
"I'm sorry, Oshawott, but I can't lose you too," she said, decisively, holding up a Poke Ball. "Return!"
"No! Leanne! Don't! JUNE!!!"
His cries seemed to echo through the air as he disappeared inside the Poke Ball.
"I'm so sorry..." Leanne whispered.
"Do it, Colress," said Ghetsis, firmly.
Colress pressed another button on his remote. The cages containing Jim’s Pokemon lifted up and floated after him into the castle. They banged against their prisons, calling out to Jim, pleading with him to save them, but it was no good. By the time the beam finally lifted off, only June remained, and she too was rapidly disappearing.
“June! Everyone! No!!” Jim cried.
“Jim! Help!” June yelled, a look of pure terror, an expression so alien to her usual self, on her face.
They were gone.
Just like that, they were gone.
June.
Torch.
Torrent.
Jolt.
Rok.
Spade.
All of them, gone in an instant.
He had lost them.
Jim felt himself sink to his knees, the blood drained from his limbs, his gaze losing focus, his mind freezing up on him, numb to the rush of his friends at his side, numb to the triumphant smile of Ghetsis, numb to the shocked looks of the Sages and of N.
Team Plasma had finally gotten the upper hand over him.
They had diffused their Bane.