Faint lights lit up the long hallway extended down to what seemed like for miles, with more from the sides. A dull gray stair case lead up to a 2 foot, reinforced, steel door, that read EXIT, in bold neon red writing. The hall way was lined with grunts all bearing the same atire, barely able to tell them apart, clutching hard their pokeballs, as they heard screaming from outside the door. Their eyes filled with terror, as the agonizing voices from outside blind their heads of any positive thoughts or prayers for themselves.
"All outside personnel has been eliminated. Repeat. All outside personnel had been eliminated."
They heard over the sound system, as the lights around them suddenly turned off, as flashing red lights illuminated the hallways in substitute for the fading light.
"Machamp, Focus Punch," they heard a faint voice outside. Then nothing happened for the next ten seconds. All they heard was the alarm sirens, and all they could see what the red flashing on and off, their only source of light. That all changed when the 2 foot thick door were busted down in one hit, causing dust to pick up. When it settled, there, infront of them, was the champion of the world, the master, but not like how they had ever seen him before, not on television. This was different. He had bloodshot eyes like a devil, that peered on them with the aura to kill. He was surrounded by no Pokémon, no monster, but himself.
"S...stop now, or w....w....we will have you e....e...escorted out," the admiral said, with a shiver in his voice. The champion needed no words as, he glare it him. "This is your l...last chance!"
"This. Is. Your's." Red said, in low, commanding voice. The grunts and admiral stood their ground, each now sending out their Pokémon, Weezings, Golbats, Arboks, Hypnos, and Ratticates. Red simply walked past as he walked past each grunt, and as he walked pass, what seemed like an invisible force flew them to the wall, cracking their skulls, leaving them to bleed, as their pokemon rushed to their trainer's sides, and tried to haul them out of there. He walked down the long stretch corridor of Grunts. He walked for what seemed like miles, until he finally reached the end he sought for. He sent out his ace, one of most powerful Pokémon anyone had ever battled. As it stood behind him with the red flashing lights surrounding, and the tail of Charizard burning more ferociously than the sun. This lit Red as a god, staring down at the last person he wanted to see, but who he had to.
"Ah, Red," Man said, as he turned around in his chair.
"Giovanni," the demon roared, "where is she?"
"She's safe off in what you'd say, the basement," the mad man said almost laughing. "Well if you want to get to her, you gotta get past me. You know the rules, and so do I."
He then nonchalantly sent out his Rhyperior, as Charizard went into battle on his own, knocking Rhyperior down in one fell swoop. The normally calm and collective Pokemon Master was in no mood for conversation, he had a thirst, for blood. Giovanni, stared at Red, and laughed.
"I'm asking this one more time, we're both adults and you know where this leads to, so now," Red said, paused for a moment, clenching his fists, "Where. Is. My. Wife?"
"Oh Delia, you won't find her here, shes off somewhere in Johto. To where exactly I don't know," Giovanni laughed maniacally. Red had enough. He had returned Charizard to his Pokeball, and Red's bloodshot eyes began to glow in a devilish blue light. His body began pulsating with Aura, as each pulse began growing exponentially larger and faster, until he broke.
The entire facility was covered in this blue light, and the remaining researchers and scientists still remained were horrified at the sight of it, not knowing what it was. But why were to learn, as Red saw the entire facility, and in his mind, was able to grab ahold of it and start bending it. When he did that, he felt the earth shake behind him.
"You truly have lost control!" Giovanni remarked, continuously laughing. "As Godly as people make you out to be, you truly live up to your epithet, Demon Master Red!"
The facility started to cave inwards, gradually being crushed. steel support beams started bending in on themselves. All remaining conscious personnel in the facility started to evacuate, and even the ones who did escape, did so with many injuries left around their body. Giovanni stuck it through, not moving, laughing maniacally more and more, as the wall of his facility crumbled around him.
In the wake of the destruction. There was only one man who was left unscathed. That was the Pokemon Master Red Ketchum. He stood on the tallest hill on the island that Team Rocket's hideout was at. His body stil pulsating with Aura. The countless bodies that were ever deeper within the base meant nothing to him right now as he stared down at all the destruction he had caused, and acted fast upon the words "she's in Johto." So, he hopped on his Charizard, and booked it out of there. He would tear up the entire region if he had too.
It was only after Red took off for Johto that there was a move from the rumble. A hand reached out, a cough, then a laugh.
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HorrorTeam Rocket kidnapped the one thing that kept Champion Red at bay, but what happens when he looses all control of himself? A smal little precursor to the story I'm writing right now