Darko Shadowstalker Ravenwing’s breath became visible as he sprinted through the forest, his long silver and black hair trailing behind him in the wind. The sharp vision that belonged to him sharp vision pierced the thin veil of darkness, his blood red eyes staring unblinkingly out of a beautiful, pale face. These eyes gave away who he was.

Red’s evil twin brother.

When they were children, Red and Darko had been inseparable; they would always listen to MCR together and play with their Pokemon. But over time, darkness consumed Darko’s heart, his only Pokemon became dark-type, as only they were truly able to comprehend the darkness that was apparent within Darko’s bleeding heart. One day, when listening to Green Day, Darko had a vision, a man wearing all black leather and with chains across his chest spoke to him in a dream, telling him to find his true destiny. To capture the Legendary Pokemon Shadowreaver.

Darko had awoken without a sound, immediately throwing on his black skinny jeans, black metal shirt, his studded belt with a chain, his dark black combat boots and his long black trenchcoat. His first Pokemon, an Umbreon named Dark Chemical Satan, who had such darkness in his heart that he had hatched from his egg as an Umbreon straightaway, with no Eevee stage in between. Together they jumped from their bedroom window, landing silently before disappearing seamlessly into the shadows, the blackness of their souls standing out even in the dark.

Darko’s vision snapped back to the scene of the forest blurring around him as he rushed through it, using secret ninja techniques that he had been born with but had been honed with Green, his Battle Master.

“I feel something.” Said Dark Chemical Satan, cause he could talk because both Darko and Dark’s hearts were s full of hopelessness and despair that they could communicate entirely through angst.

“I feel it too Dark, it feels like a Pokemon, and a human…” Darko replied, his incredible voice echoing through the trees, reverberating off their trunks, each one slightly less thick than Darko’s mighty penis.

Just then, a beautiful woman jumped out in front of them, blocking their path, and for the first time in his life, Darko found himself stunned.

She was half human and half Ninetails, her long, platinum blonde and silver hair enshrouded her body. A tight-fitting leather tank top pressed against her perky breasts, her erect nipples poking through, fire emanating from the tips and her hair was also on like fire. She wore a red and black microskirt with ripped edges and with fishnet stockings that were ripped and platform shoes with 5 inch heels. Her eyes were a soft gold, their colour flickering as her mood changed, and her perfect, pale features showed that she was half-Gardevoir as well.

“Who are you?” Asked Darko manlily, stepping towards the figure and brandishing his samurai sword, with the hilt made from ebony and obsidian which had been treated with dark black abilities so that it was now harder than diamonds, and the blade itself was made of onyx and glowed with a dark purple hue.
“I am Ivory Black Rosesoulheart and I am half human and half Gardevoir and half Ninetails and I need your help.” She said sexily. “I have heard of your legendary escapades Darko and I also know that you are Red’s twin brother.”

“How do you know this?!” Darko demanded shadowly, running forward at super speed and pressing his DarkShadowBlade to he throat.

“You just have to trust me.” She said hornily, “I seek you because I need your help. Team Rocket who are now Team Gothic have captured all of my MCR and Green Day records and I need you help at getting them back because I know your heart is so dark and tragic.”

Darko lowered his tip, his dark shadowy soul roaring angrily at the treachery of Team Gothic. “How dare those cowards steal from an innocent!” He shouted. “I shall make them pay for their evil deeds.”

And with that, Ivory disappeared in a shroud of shadow, leaving Darko alone with only Dark Chemical Satan for company, but Darko knew exactly where she was because his dark soul could see through her shadow tricks.
“She has gone to Lavender town which is now called Shadowblackrose town so that is where we must go.”

And so Darko set off into the night, running at supersonic speeds because he was using dark magics to power himself because his heart of despair gave him access to blood magic and so he used a jet stream of his own blood to propel himself but he didn’t mind the pain because he liked it cause it reminded him of cutting himself whilst listening and fantasising about how cool Gerard Way was.

But then Darko found another Pokemon blocking his path. It was a Scyther, but it was no ordinary Scyther. It was completely black with red eyes and it’s blades were mad of metal instead of a membrane and they were also red because he’d been using them to kill his prey.

“I am BlackShadowSlicerSouloftheUnderworld.” Said the Scyther. “And I have been searching for a trainer worthy of me. Defeat me in combat and I will be yours.”

Darko considered this for a moment, before pulling out his magical Dark Shadow Katana that looked like Sephiroths but was dark black and glowed purple cause it was attached to Darko’s twisted and malavent soul. Then he charged at the Scyther and hit him with his sword, cutting clean through the Scyther and killing it. Then Darko used his dark magical powers to bring the Scyther back to life in shadow form so now he was even more dark.

“Very well.” Said the BlackShadow shadowly, “You have defeated me, I am yours.” And then Darko through his Pokeball that was actually a pokeball created by Darko called a ‘Dark Soul Satanic Ball” and it was black and red with a pentagram instead of a button on the front. A burst of black light and then BlackShadow was captured.

But then Darko’s cellphone started ringing, the ringtone was MCR ‘Teenagers’ because it was such a dark and angsty tune which understood Darko’s complex emotions. Darko reached down into the dark folds of his black skinny jeans which had chains wrapped around them and pulled out his cell phone. It was a Motorola Razr2, like the razors that Darko used to cut his wrists whenever his heart felt particularly dark, and it was completely black with red trimming and it could only be used by Darko cause only he could control its evil dark ability to communicate with dark souls made of shadow.

Darko smiled as he heard a familiar voice being emitted from the speaker.

“Darko it is me Cynthia we need your help here come quick.”