Rated PG-13 for eventual yaoi, polygamy, unrequited love, and language
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. I'm writing fanfiction for God's sake...
Authors Note: I know what you're thinking: another one-shot. But you'd be wrong! Nope, this is my first chapter fic ever in my five plus years of writing fanfiction. So you'll have to let me get into the swing of things... I'll try not to rush... And I'll try to give a nice happy medium between how long chapters are and how long it takes for me to post them. Until September, I should update pretty fast, but I can make no guarantees once college starts up... Keep in mind that I'm writing this for Jillian14 at the Serebii forums. She couldn't write this, so she gave me her ideas and I'm writing it instead. So some ideas are hers, some are mine, some are both... Mostly, I take her ideas and mutate them. smile But still, feel free to give input into the story. I'll take suggestions from anyone. Oh, and be brutal. Please tell me if I'm doing something wrong. Especially if the new characters seem too Mary Sueish or anything (there should be four total, all of which you "meet" in the prologue)... If that happens, shoot me, I beg of you. At least there will be no new character-romance...
Extra note: This will be the only big note like this. In the next chapters, expect to get right into the story. Yes, this prologue is very vague, but please give it a chance! For my comments, please check out this story at the Serebii forums in the Shipping Fics section.
Flames do nothing but make me laugh, although I'll listen to any CC you have. Please read, review, and enjoy!
Project G—Prologue (8-7-05)
—not making much progress. Project G seems to be a failure.
—been given one more day to show progress, or the funding will be cut, and we'll be forced—
Our funding might have been cut, but we won't stop until Project G is completed. The Boss says we'll just have to find other ways to get the money. I'm not sure how—
I don't like this, but it has to be done. The boss says it's the only way—
—amazing break through! It's only a matter of time—
—test subject died today. No one is sure why…
The newest test subject seems to be stabilizing. Within a few days we should know if she'll survive or not. If so, we—
—lived. After almost a year of research, Project G seems to be a success! The test subject is in excellent condition—
—very temperamental. But since the project is only in the beta stages, no one is worried. She'll snap out of it.
"Where is she?"
"How should I know? Oh man, look at my notes! They're torn to shreds! What'll the boss think?"
"He'll be pissed, that's for sure. Not that your notes were very valuable. They read more like a diary than a scientific journal…"
"Well excuse me! Besides, I meant the test subject; we have to find her before she tells anyone what we're doing."
"Damn it, she could be anywhere— Wait a minute, where's Project G?"
"She was wearing—"
"Not that one you idiot! The other two!"
"Shut up! Yelling at me won't solve anything! She must have taken them…"
"Great, just great, what are we going to do?"
"I'll tell you what you're going to do."
"You fools are going to go out there and find her. And don't come back until both she and Project G have been apprehended. Failure will result in severe punishment. Do you understand?"
"We'll get right on it, we just—"
"No, you will go now. We have no time to waste. If she gets to anyone before we find her, all of our plans will be ruined…"
In the dead of the night, a girl ran for her life.