Claret, by Eminai
Prologue
“Fascinating…” a man exclaimed breathlessly. “Simply fascinating.”
His colleague let out a slight cough and pushed his black-rimmed glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. With hands held behind his back, he stepped forward with his keys jingling in his pocket as he did.
“The experiment is far from done. Our subject is very peculiar about what sort of blood he responds to-“
“A he? Is it now?” the other man interrupted, his cunning gray eyes shining like a father’s would when he found out his son was a man. A green glow reflected off his partner’s spectacles, and the vibrant yet ghastly color mirrored on the other man’s tightly stretched skin. At every angle the shadow curved, revealing a skull-like face with sunken eyes and a toothy grin. His colleague was much fairer in complexion with an expression of youth in his facial features. On closer inspection though, it was like someone crudely painted the image of old age upon his upturned mouth and drooping emerald eyes.
The younger man heaved an exasperated sign. “Our subject is a male,” he answered rather curtly. “That was one of the first things my research revealed.”
The other man waved his hand absentmindedly, still focused intently on a rounded tank. Inside the faint fluids, the source of the green light, bubbled and engulfed a pale body submerged within. Wires and black cable were wrapped and attached to slender limbs. Beneath the cords, unearthly white skin radiated with an air of serenity. Blood red hair cloaked the figure’s head in crimson waves.
In the momentary silence between the two men, the hollow sounds of beeping and whirring were heard. Machinery and computers fringed the tank, their live feeds and data displaying on numerous screens. Then, suddenly, a buzzing siren filled the area.
“What’s happening?” the older man questioned.
His colleague responded, “His brainwaves… He’s active! After all these years…” The man’s voice trailed off as he went to a computer and started imputing commands. “Hm… It seems that he’s contacting someone through telepathy.”
“Can you locate who?”
“No. His brainwaves seem to be blocking the receiver’s identity and location.”
Despite this, the older man’s face lit up, his grin wider and his gray eyes brighter. “Your experiment is heading towards the roads of success! We must tell Giovanni-“
“No.”
The older man raised an eyebrow at his colleague’s unexpected response.
“Giovanni will not know of this. This experiment is purely my own, and I do not want a money-grubbing beast in the high chair to take credit for my work. For so long I have waited for a slight chance of fruition, and after countless others failed, I finally have the perfect subject.”
His gray eyes narrowed into a cold stare, the other man started to pace around the sealed room. He stared at the younger man, and his smirk dissipated into a clenched scowl.
“Refusing to report information is treason against the organization. We are a falling power, Dr. Eliwood. Throughout the world, new alliances are being formed and taking over our place. Kanto is still in our grips, but Hoenn and Sinnoh are possessed by the upstarts. Any source of power is welcomed, and here you are, denying it from us?” the man growled.
The one named Dr. Eliwood continued to type and casted not a single glance towards the other man. In his emerald eyes something was blazing. After a few key strokes, the lab returned to its once muted atmosphere. The subject in the tank, however, seemed to be more vibrant, as if it awoken from a deep slumber.
“I will not,” Dr. Eliwood said determinedly, “let this subject become a play toy again.”
“For a minute there it sounded like you actually cared for this tool of science.”
Another silence from his colleague caused the older man’s fingers to curl around a black and red ball with an ‘R’ engraved upon it. Like a predator he stalked near his associate, his black boots barely making a sound. He took the ball off his belt and fiddled with it, saying lowly, “Very well then. It seems your loyalties lie somewhere else!”
Dr. Eliwood froze as a familiar sound of release was heard followed by a screeching roar. He gave a small chuckle then returned to his work, ignoring his quivering hands and legs. As earth-shattering stomps drew in closer, the man’s emerald eyes gazed at the tank solemnly.
“I am truly sorry, old friend, but it seems I have failed…”
A stone-like tail swung forth, and a limp body fell upon the cold tiled floor.
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