The End Of Time Itself {Pokémon FanFiction}

Chapter One

« Saturn's POV » « 10 Years Later »

I slammed Andy's wrists against the white lab walls of the HQ.
Curling my lips up into a snarl, much like that of a Mightyena, I tightened my grip. Why she felt the need to interfere I don't know, nor will I ever know. Obsessive girl.

"LET ME GO!!" She flailed about, wildly, kicking at my legs; however it did no damage at all.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Your retaliation is extremely poor," I stated, "it may need some improvement."
I tightened my grip even further and she cried out in pain.

Her eyes widened. She was clearly terrified of me; she knew what I was capable of.
"D-Don't do this!" She yelled, defencelessly. "What happened to you? Where's the old Saturn?!"
Andy struggled for air for a moment, doubling forward as best as she could, as I thrust my knee, violently, against her stomach, winding her slightly.

She must have been growing weaker by the second. Her face was beginning to go pale now; it would be slow and painful for her as the drugs took effect.
Why would I care though? She wasn't even important to me anymore. She was nothing. Nor was anyone else.

I could see her consciousness slipping away, her unusual, brightly pigmented, green eyes fluttering shut. Gradually, but not without a few more moments of weak kicking around from her, Andy blacked out and fell into my arms, limp and cold. She was lighter than I had expected, leaning her head lightly against my arms, eyes gently shut.

A crafty smirk tugged at my lips, forming a horrific, twisted grin. It didn't last long however, and faded as her oddly coloured dyed-pink hair draped over her face slightly.
It reminded me of when we were younger, and she fell asleep in my arms... Her hair used to fall exactly as it just had done.

. . . ?

I shook my head, viciously, to free myself from the odd trance.
Furrowing my brow, I let Andy fall out of my arms, tossing her harshly onto the tiled floor without a care.

She is the only one in the way of my success. In the way of Team Galactic's success.

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« Andy's POV » « Several Hours Later »

I weakly lifted my head, opening my eyes slowly with a struggle. My vision was poor at first - blurry and slightly warped. Once I had adjusted to the harsh beans of light, I studied the room I was in properly. The room was fairly small in size: white, tiled walls shaped it, alongside a black, also tiled, flooring. It was harshly lit, with two bright lights shining in my face. It hurt to look directly at them.

Confused and bewildered, I went to sit up, although... I couldn't move.
I was strapped down to a cold metal table of some kind, tied at my feet and wrists, so firmly that it was agony to even struggle.

After a moment of attempting to free myself with harsh sharp movements, I found that there was no point in trying to slip out of the straps and bounds. It simply left red marks on my wrists, and it stung like mad.

I stopped moving, and stared at an open, heavy looking, metal and glass door, furrowing my brow a little more.
An unfamiliar voice was speaking in the neighbouring room, although I couldn't understand what they were saying though; it was muffled and mostly inaudible. I raised an eyebrow, calming myself a little, as another voice replied to the other, slightly higher in tone, sharper and snappier. I could make out very little of what she was saying, but seemingly it was about...