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"Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.”- 1984
"In all honesty, I am a monster. I freely admit it, I am horrible. I wouldn't even call myself remotely human, and not just because of my Pokeuman ancestry, but because I'm at the top. I am a Face behind the Mask, an Inquisitor, a Keeper of Orthodoxy. I serve only one master, X, and all others bow before me. I have the power to go into any Pokextinctionist Base and rip apart any mind and remold it into whatever I want. Do you understand, Commander Edo?" The tall, dark Kricketune dressed with a dark cloak wrapped around his insect body said in a deep baritone voice as he sat down at the glass table directly across from a Charizard who, to any other except the Kricketune, would have seemed intimidating. To the Kricketune, however, the older base commander was little more than an ant.
The Charizard gulped. When he had heard that person of high importance was coming to inspect his Kyushu base he never imagined it would be an Inquisitor. And ever since he had gazed into the Kricketune's intelligent yet soulless eyes he had been filled with dread. "I, I understand." He eventually replied, "but why-?"
"Your questions are insignificant," the Kricketune interrupted, "All you need to do is clear me a very nice residency room for me and my apprentice, an examination room, everything on the list forwarded to you via email, and prisoners 1266 and 309."
"Of course, is there-"
"I will inform you if I need anything else," The Kricketune commanded and rose to leave, "Oh, commander, I would pray to whatever deity or divine power you believe in that I do not find a single reason to add you to my list along with the prisoners." The Kricketune then left, leaving the Charizard to silently cursed his luck.
***
"Ah, Master," The Kricketune turned to see a young Ivysaur with a similar dark cloak draped around him approaching him, "Are we to begin today."
"Yes, and I have a special test in mind for you, so pay close attention." The Kricketune said as he and his apprentice walked side by side down the hall to the examination room. The room was white and lit so that there were no shadows. There was a medical table with a Houndoom strapped securely to it, and she had several cables and needles that attached her to a large machine standing nearby.
"So, finally here to kill me, or is this another interrogation." She asked, not really caring.
"Prisoner 1266, PRT POW, all previous attempts to break you have failed, yes?" The Kricketune asked as he moved over to the machine, tuning it on. The Ivysaur moved over to the other side and paid close attention, not wanting to miss a single moment.
"Yeah, what of it?"
The Kricketune remained silent and turned the dial on the machine. Pain flooded the Houndoom's body as she howled in pain, then it stopped, "I did not like that answer." The Kricketune stated, his lifeless voice booming through the room. He then turned on four lights. "Next question, how many lights are there."
"Four." The Houndoom responded, only to feel pain.
"I see five, try again."
"Fiiiiiiii-!" The Houndoom tried to answer before being cut off by a relentless torrent of pain.
"No, wrong again."
"But, I don't understa-aaaaahhhhh!"
The Kricketune kept the pain on for a bit before relenting. "Try again, how many lights?"
"I-I don't know!" The Houndoom cried, expecting another burst of pain, but none came.
"Good," The Kricketune congratulated, "now, who would know."
"....you."
"Yes, and you know why? I am more advanced than you, more powerful than you, more divine than you."
"Divine?" The Houndoom whimpered, not understanding.
"God is power," he replied, putting his to arms together and began to play a soothing tone, "I have power over you. I will recreate you in any image I please, therefore I'm more divine than you are."
"You're a monster!" The Houndoom spat, only to receive more pain.
"I already know that, do not tell me what I already know." The Kricketune simply responded and turned the dial down, stopping the pain.
"Go to Hell." The Houndoom choked, and then howled in agony as more and more pain was funneled into her threw the wires and syringes.
"Maybe one day I will," The Kricketune said as he continued to play his music, only stopping to turn the dial back down, "Maybe one day I will stand before the Throne and be cast into the fire, but today I deliver you into a living fire, melt you, and reshape you."
"You'll never brake meeeeee!" The Houndoom tried to say, but she was cut off as another torrent of pain engulfed her.
"You will only tell the truth as I see it," the Kricketune said, and continued to play soothing music as the Houndoom continued to wither in pain. Finally, after five minutes, the Kricketune relented and stopped the pain and his music.
"Please..." The Houndoom choked, "Please stop, I'll do anything."
"Would you kill the ones you love?"
The Houndoom remained silent and the Kricketune sighed, releasing another round of pain, playing his soothing music again. This lasted for at least an hour before he finally stopped, "Forget yourself, forget the ones you love, and embrace us. Then your torment will end."
"Neveeeeeee!" The Houndoom said as screamed in pain as the Kricketune continued to play. Suddenly, a holographic image of a Absol appeared in front of the Houndoom. "Carson." The touched Pokemon muttered, a new round of tears flooding from her eyes.
"You love him, yes?" The Kricketune asked, turning the dial down and stopped playing his music.
"Yes."
"Forget him, HATE him, and you will be free." The Kricketune said as he started to play his music. The Ivysaur resisted the urge to laugh as the Houndoom withered in pain, not due to the dial being turned but simply because she now subconsciously associated the sound with pain.
"Please, stop!" She screamed, her psyche breaking down.
"Hate him."
"No!"
"Love the Pokextinctionist, surrender!"
"Please just stop!"
"Hate him, forget love and hate him! He has abandoned you!"
The Houndoom screamed as she slowly slipped away.
***
The Ivysaur marveled at the way his Master broke the Houndoom. It took less than two hours for the once hardened PRT veteran to be brought down to a mindless soldier. Of course this brainwashing technique took longer than the usual brainwashing and had to be done on a one on one bases, but it lasted forever. Even the most experienced psychic pokemon wouldn't be able to brake the layers of pain that held the victim at bay. It sent a shiver down his back, thinking of the power to control someone absolutely. It was that desire that had brought him to the Inquisitor's side, and the fear of being powerless that kept him there.
Of course, this was an unusual re-habitation. Usually they felt with base leaders that had defected or other exceptional figure like captured PRT commanders, not common rescuers. This made the Ivysaur all the more nervous. There was going to be a test of great importance coming, nothing like the previous test. He knew he wasn't the first, he'd seen, most of the previous failures, broken and worthless. He had to succeed, there was no choice.
As the Houndoom was dragged out, mindlessly saying "Hail 'Extinctionist!", the next prisoner was brought in, a young Eevee quaking with fright. He was strapped to the table and the Kricketune walked over to him, playing the same soothing tune as before.
"You just transformed, correct?" The Kricketune inquired as he motioned for his apprentice to join him.
"Yes." The Eevee meekly responded, tears welling up in his eyes.
"How old are you?"
"Seven and month."
"Ah, very young then, good," The Kricketune said, a devious smile on his face. The Ivysaur was shocked to see his Master smile, it had been well over a year since he had seen the rarity of any emotion displayed, and never a smile, "Alright, my apprentice, begin."
"Pardon?" The Ivysaur asked, alarmed, "but,...what was his crime?"
"Nothing on record," The Kricketune said, his smile not faltering, "But there is one, a moral one, and I want to see if you can figure it out. Now start, just like I showed you."
The Ivysaur looked at the Eevee, their eyes meeting, one silently pleading the other unsure and disturbed. A vine came from the Ivysaur a gently started to turn the dial. The Eevee screamed in pain.
"That's what will ha...happen whenever you give, whenever you give me an answer that is untrue," The Ivysaur started as he turned the dial down, his voice wavering at first but picking up confidence as he went, "Now, how many lights are there?"
The young Eevee looked up to see four lights shining on him, "Fouuuuuuu!"
"Wrong, try again, how many lights."
"Fooooo-!"
"Really, I see five." The Ivysaur stated, his voice now achieving the same monotone level of his master, "let's try again."
"I-I don't know." The Eevee shouted, tears gushing out of his eyes.
"Good, because I know your crime," the Ivysaur said, turning to his Master, "It is that your week, defenseless, and simple. You deserve to be ruled over. All weak creatures do, as is the laws of nature: the strong shall rule the weak." The Kricketune nodded, proud that one finally got it.
"Please-"
"Don't try and plead, It'd be pointless," The Ivysaur said, turning the dial up as the Eevee withered in pain. The Eevee gazed into the eyes of his torturer once more only to see them soulless, yet intelligent. "I am a monster.The thing that keeps in the shadows. The Keeper of Orthodoxy, the Priest of Power. I take your mind and melt it down, reshaping it into what I desire. I am an Inquisitor!"
***
A young Bulbasuar was dragged before the Kricketune, a seemingly innocent soul just three years prior to the events above. He was supposed to be broken, yet in that soul was the desire for power. The Kricketune sensed that desire, much as a brother senses his long lost kin, and sprung on the opportunity to get a new apprentice. The Kricketune took the Bulbasuar in and treated him at times harshly and well at other times. This instilled both the fear of a monarch and the love for a father towards the Kricketune in the young mind, yet the relationship was a corrupted one that could only bread a new Inquisitor or a new broken mind. In the end it really creates both as the cycle will continue as long as the evil endures.
"Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.”- 1984
"In all honesty, I am a monster. I freely admit it, I am horrible. I wouldn't even call myself remotely human, and not just because of my Pokeuman ancestry, but because I'm at the top. I am a Face behind the Mask, an Inquisitor, a Keeper of Orthodoxy. I serve only one master, X, and all others bow before me. I have the power to go into any Pokextinctionist Base and rip apart any mind and remold it into whatever I want. Do you understand, Commander Edo?" The tall, dark Kricketune dressed with a dark cloak wrapped around his insect body said in a deep baritone voice as he sat down at the glass table directly across from a Charizard who, to any other except the Kricketune, would have seemed intimidating. To the Kricketune, however, the older base commander was little more than an ant.
The Charizard gulped. When he had heard that person of high importance was coming to inspect his Kyushu base he never imagined it would be an Inquisitor. And ever since he had gazed into the Kricketune's intelligent yet soulless eyes he had been filled with dread. "I, I understand." He eventually replied, "but why-?"
"Your questions are insignificant," the Kricketune interrupted, "All you need to do is clear me a very nice residency room for me and my apprentice, an examination room, everything on the list forwarded to you via email, and prisoners 1266 and 309."
"Of course, is there-"
"I will inform you if I need anything else," The Kricketune commanded and rose to leave, "Oh, commander, I would pray to whatever deity or divine power you believe in that I do not find a single reason to add you to my list along with the prisoners." The Kricketune then left, leaving the Charizard to silently cursed his luck.
***
"Ah, Master," The Kricketune turned to see a young Ivysaur with a similar dark cloak draped around him approaching him, "Are we to begin today."
"Yes, and I have a special test in mind for you, so pay close attention." The Kricketune said as he and his apprentice walked side by side down the hall to the examination room. The room was white and lit so that there were no shadows. There was a medical table with a Houndoom strapped securely to it, and she had several cables and needles that attached her to a large machine standing nearby.
"So, finally here to kill me, or is this another interrogation." She asked, not really caring.
"Prisoner 1266, PRT POW, all previous attempts to break you have failed, yes?" The Kricketune asked as he moved over to the machine, tuning it on. The Ivysaur moved over to the other side and paid close attention, not wanting to miss a single moment.
"Yeah, what of it?"
The Kricketune remained silent and turned the dial on the machine. Pain flooded the Houndoom's body as she howled in pain, then it stopped, "I did not like that answer." The Kricketune stated, his lifeless voice booming through the room. He then turned on four lights. "Next question, how many lights are there."
"Four." The Houndoom responded, only to feel pain.
"I see five, try again."
"Fiiiiiiii-!" The Houndoom tried to answer before being cut off by a relentless torrent of pain.
"No, wrong again."
"But, I don't understa-aaaaahhhhh!"
The Kricketune kept the pain on for a bit before relenting. "Try again, how many lights?"
"I-I don't know!" The Houndoom cried, expecting another burst of pain, but none came.
"Good," The Kricketune congratulated, "now, who would know."
"....you."
"Yes, and you know why? I am more advanced than you, more powerful than you, more divine than you."
"Divine?" The Houndoom whimpered, not understanding.
"God is power," he replied, putting his to arms together and began to play a soothing tone, "I have power over you. I will recreate you in any image I please, therefore I'm more divine than you are."
"You're a monster!" The Houndoom spat, only to receive more pain.
"I already know that, do not tell me what I already know." The Kricketune simply responded and turned the dial down, stopping the pain.
"Go to Hell." The Houndoom choked, and then howled in agony as more and more pain was funneled into her threw the wires and syringes.
"Maybe one day I will," The Kricketune said as he continued to play his music, only stopping to turn the dial back down, "Maybe one day I will stand before the Throne and be cast into the fire, but today I deliver you into a living fire, melt you, and reshape you."
"You'll never brake meeeeee!" The Houndoom tried to say, but she was cut off as another torrent of pain engulfed her.
"You will only tell the truth as I see it," the Kricketune said, and continued to play soothing music as the Houndoom continued to wither in pain. Finally, after five minutes, the Kricketune relented and stopped the pain and his music.
"Please..." The Houndoom choked, "Please stop, I'll do anything."
"Would you kill the ones you love?"
The Houndoom remained silent and the Kricketune sighed, releasing another round of pain, playing his soothing music again. This lasted for at least an hour before he finally stopped, "Forget yourself, forget the ones you love, and embrace us. Then your torment will end."
"Neveeeeeee!" The Houndoom said as screamed in pain as the Kricketune continued to play. Suddenly, a holographic image of a Absol appeared in front of the Houndoom. "Carson." The touched Pokemon muttered, a new round of tears flooding from her eyes.
"You love him, yes?" The Kricketune asked, turning the dial down and stopped playing his music.
"Yes."
"Forget him, HATE him, and you will be free." The Kricketune said as he started to play his music. The Ivysaur resisted the urge to laugh as the Houndoom withered in pain, not due to the dial being turned but simply because she now subconsciously associated the sound with pain.
"Please, stop!" She screamed, her psyche breaking down.
"Hate him."
"No!"
"Love the Pokextinctionist, surrender!"
"Please just stop!"
"Hate him, forget love and hate him! He has abandoned you!"
The Houndoom screamed as she slowly slipped away.
***
The Ivysaur marveled at the way his Master broke the Houndoom. It took less than two hours for the once hardened PRT veteran to be brought down to a mindless soldier. Of course this brainwashing technique took longer than the usual brainwashing and had to be done on a one on one bases, but it lasted forever. Even the most experienced psychic pokemon wouldn't be able to brake the layers of pain that held the victim at bay. It sent a shiver down his back, thinking of the power to control someone absolutely. It was that desire that had brought him to the Inquisitor's side, and the fear of being powerless that kept him there.
Of course, this was an unusual re-habitation. Usually they felt with base leaders that had defected or other exceptional figure like captured PRT commanders, not common rescuers. This made the Ivysaur all the more nervous. There was going to be a test of great importance coming, nothing like the previous test. He knew he wasn't the first, he'd seen, most of the previous failures, broken and worthless. He had to succeed, there was no choice.
As the Houndoom was dragged out, mindlessly saying "Hail 'Extinctionist!", the next prisoner was brought in, a young Eevee quaking with fright. He was strapped to the table and the Kricketune walked over to him, playing the same soothing tune as before.
"You just transformed, correct?" The Kricketune inquired as he motioned for his apprentice to join him.
"Yes." The Eevee meekly responded, tears welling up in his eyes.
"How old are you?"
"Seven and month."
"Ah, very young then, good," The Kricketune said, a devious smile on his face. The Ivysaur was shocked to see his Master smile, it had been well over a year since he had seen the rarity of any emotion displayed, and never a smile, "Alright, my apprentice, begin."
"Pardon?" The Ivysaur asked, alarmed, "but,...what was his crime?"
"Nothing on record," The Kricketune said, his smile not faltering, "But there is one, a moral one, and I want to see if you can figure it out. Now start, just like I showed you."
The Ivysaur looked at the Eevee, their eyes meeting, one silently pleading the other unsure and disturbed. A vine came from the Ivysaur a gently started to turn the dial. The Eevee screamed in pain.
"That's what will ha...happen whenever you give, whenever you give me an answer that is untrue," The Ivysaur started as he turned the dial down, his voice wavering at first but picking up confidence as he went, "Now, how many lights are there?"
The young Eevee looked up to see four lights shining on him, "Fouuuuuuu!"
"Wrong, try again, how many lights."
"Fooooo-!"
"Really, I see five." The Ivysaur stated, his voice now achieving the same monotone level of his master, "let's try again."
"I-I don't know." The Eevee shouted, tears gushing out of his eyes.
"Good, because I know your crime," the Ivysaur said, turning to his Master, "It is that your week, defenseless, and simple. You deserve to be ruled over. All weak creatures do, as is the laws of nature: the strong shall rule the weak." The Kricketune nodded, proud that one finally got it.
"Please-"
"Don't try and plead, It'd be pointless," The Ivysaur said, turning the dial up as the Eevee withered in pain. The Eevee gazed into the eyes of his torturer once more only to see them soulless, yet intelligent. "I am a monster.The thing that keeps in the shadows. The Keeper of Orthodoxy, the Priest of Power. I take your mind and melt it down, reshaping it into what I desire. I am an Inquisitor!"
***
A young Bulbasuar was dragged before the Kricketune, a seemingly innocent soul just three years prior to the events above. He was supposed to be broken, yet in that soul was the desire for power. The Kricketune sensed that desire, much as a brother senses his long lost kin, and sprung on the opportunity to get a new apprentice. The Kricketune took the Bulbasuar in and treated him at times harshly and well at other times. This instilled both the fear of a monarch and the love for a father towards the Kricketune in the young mind, yet the relationship was a corrupted one that could only bread a new Inquisitor or a new broken mind. In the end it really creates both as the cycle will continue as long as the evil endures.
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Yeah, another dark short story. We're reading 1984 in English class and I got the idea for the story from that. The next short story I write will not be sad and dark, promise. Anyway, if any of y'all ever want to use an Inquisitor in your story, note me or comment bellow. Besides that, comments and suggestions are appreciated!
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You clearly enjoyed 1984, a Clockwork Orange, and that Star Trek episode, but you don't seem to get why they were good. The brainwashing and the operant conditioning of his music happen too quickly. There's a reason why it took Orange-Kun so long to get brainwashed, and why the link between music he likes and violence and disgust was an unintentional one. I won't make any assumptions about fetishes or whatever, but... 1984 was a horror story about the dangers of a totalitarian government, and it was meant to teach us why such a thing IS NOT an ideal. A Clockwork Orange was a horror story about a criminal's anti-criminal brainwashing gone bad, meant to teach us that brainwashing is never ok, especially when it carries unintended side-effects. That Star Trek episode Chain of Command was supposed to tell us the Cardassians are assholes and torture is bad, and make Picard look badass for surviving it all, and it was a homage to 1984 as well.
Madred uses a number of torture methods, including sensory deprivation, sensory bombardment, forced nakedness, stress positions, dehydration, starvation, physical pain, and cultural humiliation to try to gain knowledge of the Federation's plans for Minos Korva. Picard refuses to acknowledge Madred's demand for information. Madred attempts another tactic to break Picard's will: he shows his captive four bright lights, and demands that Picard answer that there are five, inflicting intense pain on Picard if he does not agree.
This fic? This is a fic about how cool and edgy and powerful the Inquisitor is. He tortures children and dumbasses into joining his cause, and they fold instantly because they are weaklings. His Ivysaur(Why an Ivysaur? Crickets are creepy and they can make their own music but the Ivysaur line is cute and cuddly) has hesitation but then gives up on it and tortures the child for being a loser. The Inquisitor is too powerful and too successful and it feels like a power fantasy for people that want to be "Soulless, yet intelligent badasses", rather than a horror story. There's a reason why the best horror stories are told from the prospective of the victim, not the killer.
And the spelling mistakes... While some like "Fouuuuuuu!" and "Fooooo-!" can be passed off as "Funetik Aksent", others...
"You'll never brake meeeeee!" The Houndoom tried to say, but she was cut off as another torrent of pain engulfed her.
"Neveeeeeee!" The Houndoom said as screamed in pain as the Kricketune continued to play. Suddenly, a holographic image of a Absol appeared in front of the Houndoom. "Carson." The touched Pokemon muttered, a new round of tears flooding from her eyes.
"Don't try and plead, It'd be pointless," The Ivysaur said, turning the dial up as the Eevee withered in pain. The Eevee gazed into the eyes of his torturer once more only to see them soulless, yet intelligent. "I am a monster.The thing that keeps in the shadows. The Keeper of Orthodoxy, the Priest of Power. I take your mind and melt it down, reshaping it into what I desire. I am an Inquisitor!"
You'd really benefit from having a proofreader check your work before submitting it.
Madred uses a number of torture methods, including sensory deprivation, sensory bombardment, forced nakedness, stress positions, dehydration, starvation, physical pain, and cultural humiliation to try to gain knowledge of the Federation's plans for Minos Korva. Picard refuses to acknowledge Madred's demand for information. Madred attempts another tactic to break Picard's will: he shows his captive four bright lights, and demands that Picard answer that there are five, inflicting intense pain on Picard if he does not agree.
Meanwhile, the Cardassians inform the Enterprise crew that Picard has been captured. Jellico refuses to acknowledge that Picard was on a Starfleet mission, an admission necessary for Picard to receive the rights of a prisoner of war rather than being subjected to torture as a terrorist; this leads to a heated argument between Jellico and Riker upon which Jellico relieves Riker of duty. The crew observes signs of residue from a nearby nebula on the hull of a Cardassian ship, and Jellico suspects a Cardassian fleet may attempt to use the cover of the nebula to launch an attack on Minos Korva. Jellico determines their best course of action is to place mines across the nebula using a shuttlecraft. However, Riker is the most qualified pilot for the mission. Riker candidly discusses Jellico's command style with the officer, and only accepts the assignment once Jellico personally asks him to pilot the shuttle instead of ordering him to do so, a contrast to Jellico's style. Riker successfully lays the minefield, and Jellico uses the threat of the minefield to force the Cardassians to disarm and retreat, also demanding Picard's return.
With word of the failure of the Cardassians to secure Minos Korva, Madred attempts one last ploy to break Picard, by falsely claiming that Cardassia has taken the planet and the Enterprise was destroyed in the battle. He offers Picard a choice: to remain in captivity for the rest of his life or live in comfort on Cardassia by admitting he sees five lights. As Picard momentarily considers the offer, a Cardassian officer interrupts the process and informs Madred that Picard must be returned now. As Picard is freed from his bonds and about to be taken away, he turns to Madred and defiantly shouts, "There are four lights!" Picard is returned to the Federation and reinstated as Captain of the Enterprise. Picard admits privately to Deanna Troi (Marina Sirtis) that he was saved just in the nick of time, as by that point he was broken enough to be willing to say anything to make the torture stop, and for a brief moment he actually did see five lights.
Jean-Luc Picard held strong through hours of torture, because he's a badass, and the torture kept happening because the Cardassians are evil.
This fic? This is a fic about how cool and edgy and powerful the Inquisitor is. He tortures children and dumbasses into joining his cause, and they fold instantly because they are weaklings. His Ivysaur(Why an Ivysaur? Crickets are creepy and they can make their own music but the Ivysaur line is cute and cuddly) has hesitation but then gives up on it and tortures the child for being a loser. The Inquisitor is too powerful and too successful and it feels like a power fantasy for people that want to be "Soulless, yet intelligent badasses", rather than a horror story. There's a reason why the best horror stories are told from the prospective of the victim, not the killer.
And the spelling mistakes... While some like "Fouuuuuuu!" and "Fooooo-!" can be passed off as "Funetik Aksent", others...
"You'll never brake meeeeee!" The Houndoom tried to say, but she was cut off as another torrent of pain engulfed her.
"Neveeeeeee!" The Houndoom said as screamed in pain as the Kricketune continued to play. Suddenly, a holographic image of a Absol appeared in front of the Houndoom. "Carson." The touched Pokemon muttered, a new round of tears flooding from her eyes.
"Don't try and plead, It'd be pointless," The Ivysaur said, turning the dial up as the Eevee withered in pain. The Eevee gazed into the eyes of his torturer once more only to see them soulless, yet intelligent. "I am a monster.The thing that keeps in the shadows. The Keeper of Orthodoxy, the Priest of Power. I take your mind and melt it down, reshaping it into what I desire. I am an Inquisitor!"
You'd really benefit from having a proofreader check your work before submitting it.