Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Pokemon 1-5-1 ❯ Sugar and Splice ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2 -Sugar and Splice

"Professor Oak, it's your favorite aide, Rick. Can you hear me?"

{{Is he going to be ok?}}

<sigh> "Yeah, he's just in shock, that's all."

{{In shock?! Why??}}

"Well, I don't think he ever expected to have a rare pokemon appear right before him in his very own home."

{{Oh…}}

"Come on, professor, snap out of it!"

+++++++EARLIER THAT DAY+++++++

Professor Oak tossed the soggy lab coat into a hamper and slipped on a dry one. Then, with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, the he retreated to his office, the only place in the laboratory where we could have privacy from nosy visitors. He sat down in his favorite chair and relaxed, propping his feet up on his desk. It was then he realized he'd forgotten to change his shoes, which were dripping, leaving a nice-sized puddle of water in the center of the desk where he had previously laid several important papers.

"Confound it!" Oak exclaimed as he jumped up from his chair, spilling some of the coffee on his lab coat. A groan of disgust escaped his lips as the professor sat down his coffee and saved the important papers from being completely ruined.

After laying the papers in a safe place to dry, another lab coat change, and putting on a dry pair of loafers (his favorite pair) professor Oak once again sat down in his favorite chair which a now cold cup of coffee and sighed.

"That kid needs to pay more attention," Oak commented to himself, "He's always bumping into things or spilling something…"

Oak sighed again and leaned back in his chair and he reflected. It had been nine years since Rick's father had suddenly left Becca, Rick's mother. He had sent a letter from somewhere in Johto explaining that he had fallen for a lady trainer and would never be returning to Pallet. Even though Oak had tried to help her through such an awful tragedy, Becca had slowly, over the years, descended into alcoholism. He had tried countless times to break of the habit, but each time she only seemed to get worse.

Thus, though it pained him, Oak gave up on Becca and turned his attentions on her son, Rick, who had just turned nine. The boy had become a renegade over the years after his father's abandonment and had a seething hatred for pokemon, placing the blame on them for what his dad did. But Professor Oak, after decades of helping kids begin their pokemon journeys, was able to get through to the young child. His hatred of pokemon became a simple disinterest and his rebellious attitude was quelled.

By then, Rick was 12, the stage in life when innocent youth is gradually sapped from a child as they begin to take notice and see the harsh, cold reality of life. His mom's pitiful state was Rick's wake up. Fortunately, professor Oak was there to help. Seeing an opportunity not only to further help Rick, but also to provide him the chance to help his mom, Oak employed the youngster as an aide. That had been two years ago. Rick was nearly fifteen now but the experience as an aide of the famous pokemon professor had been a very positive one.

"But he has made a lot of progress, indeed," Oak said to himself, "a fine young lad… not a bad bone in his body." The professor nodded, as if confirming this to himself.

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An hour crept by and Oak continued to reflect on random things. The sun had just reached its apex in the sky and sunlight was gleaming through the higher windows in the lab when Rick finally returned from checking on his mother. Had professor Oak had his eyes open he would have noticed a rather obvious bulge in his aide's shirt.

"How is your mother doing, Rick?" Oak called out into the main lab from his office upon hearing the lab door open and close.

"Drunk and passed out in the middle in the floor, as usual," Rick replied in disgust. Something in his tone of voice struck the professor as odd.

"Is everything alright?" he questioned, "you sound troubled."

"Well… I am," answered Rick as he entered Oak's office.

The professor opened his eyes and immediately noticed the bulge in Rick's shirt. With a perplexed look on his face, Oak asked, "What in blazes are you hiding in your shirt, Rick??"

As an answer, a small, cat-like creature that was pink in color removed itself from under the young boy's shirt and perched on Oak's desk. The professor jumped to his feet and gaped at this creature before him, unable to believe his own eyes. Were it possible, his jaw would have gone through the floor.

"Is that… that's a…. GREAT SCOTT!"

With that, professor Oak promptly fell back into his chair and sat there, gaping, and said no more for quite some time.

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"Come on, professor, snap out of it!" Rick said again, this time shaking professor Oak but still receiving no answer.

{{He's been like this for nearly twenty minutes… how long do you think this will last?}} Mew asked in a worried tone.

"He should snap out of it any time now," Rick answered, remembering a previous occasion when professor Oak did this after a chance encounter with the Legendary Cat, Entei in the grass fields north of Pallet.

Rick had no sooner said this when the professor took a long and deep breath then looked up at his aide, a flabbergasted expression still present on his face.

"Tell me..." Oak began in a bewildered tone, "why was there a legendary Pokemon hiding in your shirt??"

{{Let me explain. I can tell him much more,}} Mew cut in as Rick was about to say something.

"Uhh… err… okay…" Oak managed to squeak meekly, as if caught off guard by Mew's psychically projected voice in his head.

Without hesitation, Mew began to relate its story to the professor from the time of its capture up to its meeting with Rick. Mew had once lived with a colony of Mews and a strange creature which called itself Mewtwo in some far off mountains. One day, in the late fall of last year, a group of strange-looking men that Mewtwo called `Team Rocket' had appeared and attacked the colony. In the confusion, Mew had gotten separated from the rest and was later captured.

Mew described, in little detail, its imprisonment in some strange laboratory where experiments were frequently performed on it. The one thing, however, that stood out in Mew's mind most was a green door in the back of the laboratory that had caused it more fear and dismay than all the experiments combined:

{{They were constantly taking other pokemon behind that door. None of them ever came back out again… And there were always screams constantly coming from behind that door. Some of them were screams of fear and pain… while others were.. were like nothing I've never heard before… or care to hear again… all I know is most of the screams must of come from the pokemon that were taken inside…}}

Mew went on to describe the fortunate break that had led to its escape. The Rocket scientists were preparing to take Mew into the much-feared room when one of them had stumbled and knocked the cage over. The door was jolted open in the fall and Mew had been able to slip out and make a run for it. After escaping Team Rocket's hideout through the air ventilation system, Mew had run as fast as it could through Viridian City, all the while being tailed by three Rocket members.

Mew finished its story with its last minute escape and chance meeting with Rick then looked up at professor Oak, not sure what sort of response to expect. Much to Mew's surprise, the account of its ordeal seemed to disturb the professor greatly. Rick was also silent, having heard Mew's full story for the first time himself. Finally, after a long and uncomfortable silence, Oak only said, "this is.. terrible news…'

Saying nothing more, the professor turned away from Rick and Mew. Had they been able to see his face, they would have seen a deeply troubled expression and his normally deep, thoughtful eyes filled with worry. To himself and under his breath, Oak simply muttered `Could they have succeeded… so soon…'

Concerned by professor Oak's uncharacteristic response, Rick took a step forward and asked, "Is everything alright, professor?" After receiving no response for several seconds, the young aide added, "What could they possibly be up to? They're just a bunch of Pokemon thieves… aren't they?"

"They are, indeed, a band of thieves.. when it suits their needs… but I fear they now have become something far worse than an organization of petty pokemon filchers," Oak explained, "as for what they're up to…" Oak halted his explanation there and would not say anymore.

Another long, uneasy silence filled the laboratory and remained for quite some time; Oak having fallen deep into thought, Rick trying to make sense of everything, and Mew troubled by its ordeal of the passed few months. Finally, with so many questions floating in his mind, Rick broke the silence.

"Professor, what aren't you telling us? Why is Team Rocket so interesting in Mew and running all sorts of weird experiments on her?" (Somehow, Rick knew Mew was female though he didn't stop to ponder why.)

"I can't explain…" the professor responded, "not until I'm certain…" Rick found no comfort in this answer.

"One thing for is for certain, however," Oak continued, "Team Rocket mustn't be allowed to recapture Mew. The ramifications, I fear, would be unimaginably disastrous."

Mew looked down at the gray tiles that made up the floor of professor Oak's lab and said nothing.

Rick opened his mouth; ready to protest this lack of information once more when his eyes fell on the somber Mew, whose very life was in the center of whatever horrific designs Team Rocket had concocted, and decided letting the matter rest for the moment was best. Instead, he asked another pressing question in his mind.

"Would Mew be safe here with you, professor?"

Oak hesitated before answering, "I honestly don't think so. They'll come in force once they find out Mew is here… and I don't think a hostile invasion would be good for a small town like Pallet."

"There's got to be some place where she will be safe!" Rick exclaimed.

"And I'll find it if such a place exists," Oak responded, "until then, we've got to keep this to ourselves. We cannot tell anyone about Mew because you never know who might be working for Team Rocket."

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After finding a suitable hiding place for Mew (inside the broom closet, much to her dismay) Rick and Professor Oak attempted to make the day seem as normal as possible with little success. Both of their thoughts constantly strayed to the poor creature in the broom closet and the predicament with Team Rocket.

As the day dragged on, other lab aides showed up for work and the newest batch of trainers showed up to receive their starting pokemon. All went well until an overly curious ten year old began noising around near the Mew's hiding place:

"What's in here, I wonder," the kid said to himself, reaching for the broom closet doorknob.

"Don't go in there!!" Oak and Rick shouted in unison, pulling the boy away from his nosy explorations.

"Why not!" the kid demanded crossly.

"Because.. um.. there's nothing interesting in there. It's just a broom closet," Rick stated uneasily.

"Are you sure it doesn't led to a secret part of the lab where all the really cool stuff is?" the boy asked, suspiciously.

"Of course not! I'm not some mad scientist. I'm a pokemon professor. What would I need a secret laboratory for?" Oak responded, trying to sound as matter-of-factly as possible.

"Hmm… I dunno…' the boy said, still doubtful, "I think I should check just in case!"

"Before either of them could stop him, the kid had reached out and jerked the broom closet door open. Both Rick and the professor sucked in a breath of air as all three peered in. There was nothing but mops, pails, and other cleaning equipment in the room. The kid seemed vastly disappointed.

"Humph… how boring. You'd think the lab of the great Pokemon Professor would be more exciting," complained the kid.

"It can be very interesting if you stay in the designated area," Oak replied as he hastily closed the door.

As the door of the broom closet swung shut, Rick couldn't help but notice on of the over-turned pails shift its position ever so slightly.

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"Finally!" Oak exclaimed as the last kid left to begin his pokemon quest, "as much as I love this job, those kids can be a terrible nuisance sometimes!"

"Tell me about it," agreed Rick as he plopped down into a chair.

Sensing that all was clear (the other aides had left when things began to wind down), Mew sheepishly emerged from the broom closet and hovered over to Rick and the Professor, {{I'm glad to be out of there,}} she said, {{it smelled like a wet Meowth.}}

"Yeah, sorry about that," apologized Rick with a grin.

Suddenly, Professor Oak, who had been looking over his list of things to do, shouted `Dagnabit!' and turned toward his aide.

"Rick, in all the excitement of today I forgot to have you go pick up some medicine I had ordered from the PokeCenter. Could you run down there and pick it up for me?"

"Sure thing," Rick said, "It'll give me a chance to say hi to Jayce."

"You do that but remember, don't mention Mew to [I]anyone[/I]. Not even Jayce," warned Oak, "and when you return, we'll discuss exactly what to do in regards to finding safe refuge for our little friend."

With a nod and a wave, Rick left the lab and headed down the main path from Oak's lab, which led directly toward the PokeCenter. The professor turned around and found himself looking at a very dejected looking Mew.

"Why are you so gloomy?" he asked curiously.

{{Now I smell like a wet Meowth as well,}} she whined.

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Jayce Collins and Rick Lansing had been best friends for as long as they could remember. Their parents had also been best friends and had even traveled together when they were young pokemon trainers. Unlike Rick, however, Jayce loved pokemon but refused to leave on a journey without his best bud. Instead, he had gotten a job at the PokeCenter, working alongside Nurse Joy so that he could still have something pokemon-related to occupy his time. Jayce had even mentioned becoming a registered pokemon nurse on several occasions (which would make him the first non-Joy, non-female nurse in sixty years).

In appearance, Jayce looked like your average fifteen year old. He was of average height and build (while Rick was a little taller and a little slimmer) with short brown hair and green eyes. His usual clothing consisted of light pink shirt and dress pants, which was his PokeCenter uniform (which rose questions throughout Pallet, though everyone thanked God he didn't wear a skirt like the Joys did).

Rick entered the Pallet PokeCenter and was immediately spotted by his friend.

"Yo, Rick, what brings you here?" Jayce called out.

"The professor sent me in to pick up some medicine," answered Rick as he walked up to the counter.

"That order just arrived this morning!" Nurse Joy chimed as she appeared from a back room carrying a small parcel, a bright smile on her face, "I saw you coming down the road and got the package ready for you."

"Thank you Nurse Joy," Rick said as he accepted the parcel.

"You're welcome," she responded with a wink. Joy then turned and headed for the back room, waving goodbye to Rick as she went.

Once she was gone, the two friends stood and chatted about menial things for a while. Occasionally, Jayce's eyes would wonder to the ladies restroom for a moment, each time a half impatient, half disappointed look gracing his face for a second. Rick wondered if he was waiting for someone to come out. Eventually, someone did and Jayce grasped Rick's arm, directing his attention in the direction of a fourteen-year-old female with long, flowing black hair and deep sapphire blue eyes. A shirt matching the color of her eyes, a pair of dark blue shorts, and a belt harvesting three pokeballs fitted firmly over her slim frame.

"Check out that babe, man! Isn't she a looker?" Jayce exclaimed in a semi-whisper.

"Yeah… not too shabby," agreed Rick, "a seven out of ten?"

"Definitely," Jayce concurred.

Rating girls they saw had a sort of game Rick and Jayce had played since the age when boys become interested in the opposite sex. Though this gave them a slight reputation as perverts and jerks, they didn't see what the big deal was since many of the girls did the same exact thing with guys.

"She's been coming in and out of the center all day," Jayce stated, "I think she's got a thing for me."

"I think you're delusional," Rick jested.

As the two friends bantered back and forth, the girl walked casually toward the counter, as if oblivious to their existence. She leaned against the counter and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before saying with a grin, "I would of given myself a ten, but thanks for the compliment nonetheless."

Rick and Jayce stared at the girl in amazement, their faces turning beet red in embarrassment.

"Y-you heard us!?" Jayce exclaimed in disbelief.

"This isn't exactly a large room, you know," she responded, glancing around the relatively small main lobby of the PokeCenter, "besides… voices carry."

"We meant no offense, really!" apologized Rick in a feeble tone.

"None taken," she assured him, "anyways, I'd being lying if I said I didn't do the same when I'm with my friends."

Her assurance triggered an instant recovery in Jayce, who decided then to lay on the charm. Jayce fancied himself a ladies man (even though the ladies didn't) and jumped at any chance to prove he didn't `swing that way' like many of the kids at school said.

"Well," Jayce began, moving to stand beside her, "since you now know what I think about you and its obvious what you think about me, how about you and I go to a movie tonight, sweet cheeks?"

The girl's grin quickly turned into a frown and she glared crossly ay Jayce.

"I said no offense was taken from your cute friend. You, however, have been undressing me with your eyes every time I've walk in here today. You're a pervert and I would never consider going out with you even if you were the last guy on earth! And don't you dare call me sweet cheeks again either!" she barked then raised her hand in preparation to slap the bewildered Jayce.

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It was at that exact moment that a loud explosion ripped through the air. The shockwave hit the PokeCenter, knocking things over and causing items to fall of shelves. The girl halted her slap in mid-swing and cried, "What the hell was that!?"

"Sounds like something big blew up not too far away," Jayce answered.

A great unease descended on Rick and fear clutched at his heart. Something was dreadfully wrong.

"There's been an explosion at Professor Oak's lab!!" a middle-aged woman shrieked as she ran into the PokeCenter, "someone call for help!!"

Nurse Joy, who had rushed into the lobby upon hearing the explosion, turned and ran to the videophone while Jayce raced into the back for medical supplies. The girl just stood there, hand still raised in the air, not sure what to do. Rick was a statue, his face contorted in horror.

The girl noticed the expression on the boy's face and asked in a concerned tone, "Are you alright?"

Rick paid no attention to her question, his mind racing at a blinding pace.

'They couldn't have found out so soon… But this is too much of a coincidence… I've got to get back…'

"I've got to get back to the lab!" Rick stated out loud then bolted out of the PokeCenter.

"No! Rick! Don't! It's too dangerous!!" shouted Jayce, who had just emerged from the back room with his arms full of medical equipment, which he dropped as he started after his friend.

The girl stood there, dumb-founded for a second before taking off as well, calling out "Hey, Wait for me!" She didn't know why, but she felt she shouldn't let these guys out of her sight.

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Professor Oak double-checked to make sure Mew was still occupied with bathing as he listened to a voice on the phone. He paced back and forth as the person on the other line responded to the story Mew had related to him.

"Yes, I know it seems so soon, but..." Rick began to answer a question before being interrupted. The conversation continued, Oak answering several questions with a yes or a no.

"I can't say if that is the case for certain yet, but I have a terrible feeling that it may be," He said into the phone as he stared out a window. The wind seemed to have suddenly picked up speed.

"Alright, I'll come as soon as I can." Oak responded to another question, "What about Mew… okay, she will come with me then. Ill contact you later… Goodbye."

Professor Oak hung up the receiver and sighed, staring down at the phone, "This is terrible," he muttered, "I just hope this can be stopped before it's too late…"

At the moment, Mew hovered back into the main lab, mewing softly to herself. Oak turned and smiled at the Cat-like pokemon and said, "Feeling much better now?"

{{Very much so,}} she said contently.

The professor was about to say something else when the entire building began to shake violently.

"What in blazes?!" Oak exclaimed, "What is going on??" The sobering answer came to him immediately. His laboratory was under attack.

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Professor Oak groaned as he sat up, his head pounding and ears ringing. Everything had happened so fast. A loud explosion had left half the lab in ruins. Out from the wreckage, a Team Rocket member had arrogantly strode in and demanded the return of Mew. When Oak refused, the Rocket had grinned and said, "Very well, then we'll do this the hard way". After that, it all became a blur. Something big had erupted from the wall behind the professor and had attacked. Oak barely had enough time to call forth his Kangaskhan before being blown against the wall by an unbelievably strong gust of wind. That was the last thing he remembered.

As the professor's vision cleared and he surveyed the situation, he wished he had remained unconscious. The scene was one of utter chaos: pokemon that had been released from their pokeballs ran every which way in blind panic while countless others lie motionless on the floor. Small fires burned here and there as some water pokemon with that had kept their wits about them tried to put them out. Professor Oak's Kangaskhan lie nearby, a gaping hole in its torso where it had been pierced clear through by something large. But what scared Oak the most was that Mew was nowhere to be found.

"You're awake…" said a menacing voice from behind the professor, "Now.. have you learned you lesson? Will you give up Mew quietly… or shall I commence with lesson two?"

Rocket General Brett appeared from the smoking rubble that had been the lab and approached Oak, a cocky grin on his face.

"I can never let you have her back! Even if it means my life!" Oak shouted in anger.

Brett sneered for a moment before regaining his cocky grin, "Good, All the more fun for me. Now prepare to meet your maker, old man."

Before the general could carry out his threat, Rick rushed onto the scene. His worst fears were confirmed when he saw Brett standing over the injured professor.

"Professor, are you alright?!" Rick called out.

"I'm fine," replied Oak, "but don't worry about me, Rick. Get out of here before it's too late."

"Stay right where you are, boy," Brett countered, "tell me where you've hidden Mew or the professor dies."

"No!" screamed Rick, "You can't have her! Never!!"

"Is that so? Perhaps a little persuasion will change your attitude, boy." Brett suggested, "Allow me to introduce you to Project 001."

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As the laboratory had started the shake violently, Mew knew Team Rocket had found her and she immediately took shelter in the broom closet, underneath the over-turned pail once again. Even as the lab collapsed around her, she remained hidden, too terrified to move. She had heard Brett's demand and Oak's refusal. She had heard something awful destroy the remainder of the lab. Then she heard silence.

More than anything, the silence was more horrifying than the destruction of the lab or the joyful laughter of the Rocket general. After what seemed an eternity, Mew heard the voice of Brett again, demanding her return then threatening to kill Oak. Tear swelled up in Mew's eyes.

`I… I can't let him hurt the professor… no matter what,' she thought sadly.

Mew has about to give herself up when she heard Rick's voice shout out to the professor and she froze once again. Then Brett said `allow me to introduce you to Project 001' and a whistle pierced the still air. Moments later, a new noise came to Mew's ears. It seemed to be a beating sound, like the flapping of very large wings. The sound began as a distant thump, but quickly grew louder until it seemed to be overhead. Then Mew heard what sounded like a woman gasping and professor Oak say `My God…what have you monsters done…'

Then whatever the winged creature was shrieked loudly, `GEOWWWWWWL!' and Mew's nearly stopped beating.

{{Th-that call! I've heard it before!}}

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Mew sat inside her prison and sulked. She had been crying so much that there were no tears left for her to shed. The evil scientists, who had been performing unspeakable experiments on her for so long now, where milling about busying themselves with whatever task that needed to be done. Mew tugged feebly at the psychic restraint that was secured around her neck and sniffled, feeling worse than usual.

Off on the other side of the lab, several scientists her wheeling a cage that contained a whimpering Growlithe towards the mysterious green door that had caused Mew so much fear over the last five months. A Rocket scientist opened the door as his comrades pushed the cage inside. The door was then closed and Mew shuddered, wondering fearfully what they would do to that poor Growlithe and if the same fate was reserved for her.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out and several scientists ran towards the green door, shouting in alarm.

"Damnit, the infernal beast has gone mad again!" one of the Rocket scientists yelled as he ran into the room the green door led to.

As the door shut, something from inside shrieked loudly, `GEOWWWWWWWL'. There was only pure malice and anger in that shriek. Mew wept silently as whatever the creature was cried several more times, though no tears were left in her tear ducts.

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"Allow me to introduce you to Project 001."

With a smug grin, the Rocket general let out a whistle that echoed loudly through the dreary scene. Moments long enough for Jayce and the girl to arrive went by before the dull beating of large wings came to Rick's ears. Jayce, who had been about to ask what the heck was going on, fell silent as he strained to hear the faint flapping. The beating quickly grew louder and the wind seemed to begin blowing rapidly, stirring up dust which then filled the air, making it nearly impossible to see. Finally, it seemed as though the beating wings was somewhere right above them. Through squinted eyes, Rick saw the silhouette of a massive winged creature appear in behind the airborne dust. With one last flap of its wings, the creature that Brett had called `Project 001' perched one top of a broken wall and sat, silently watching as the dust settled.

The dust settled and everyone looked up to see what monstrosity Brett had called to seal their doom. The girl gasped in horror as Rick and Jayce stood, speechless in shock. At first, Rick thought it was an over-sized Pidgeot, as its head and body made it appear. But it was something completely different from the rash, speedy final evolution of Pidgey. The creature's broad chest was tan in color with a pattern of black triangles running across it in vertical rows, while its wings and back were an iridescent dark brown. Its face, colored tan like its chest, harvested a hooked beak, which gleamed menacingly in the sun. A plume of head and tail feathers colored tan and dark brown made it appear to be a Pidgeot, but it had a pair of long, silver eyebrows, something only found on a Noctowl. The creature shrieked a loud `GEOWWWWWWWWWL' as it stared down with eyes that held great intelligence at the dumb-founded humans below.

"Say hello to Pidgeowl," said Brett, "a product of the plan that will place the world firmly in the hands of Team Rocket."

"My God…what have you monsters done…" Professor Oak muttered as he gazed in horror at Pidgeowl.

Brett smiled joyfully; taking pleasure in the abhorrence these fools took in what they saw.

"It's quite simple, really. We've spliced the DNA of two inferior pokemon in order to create a more powerful, more efficient being. For instance, Pidgeowl here has the keen intellect of a Noctowl as well as the sheer speed and unbridled power of Pidgeot. All weaknesses in its genes have been eliminated." Brett explained, pride beaming from him.

"It's so terrible…" the girl whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.

Jayce, with a sudden wave of courage streaming through him, took a step forward defiantly.

"We're not gonna let a group of petty thieves take over the world, no matter what monstrosities you've created!" he yelled angrily.

"Petty thieves!?" shouted Brett furiously, "You'll pay for that comment, little boy! Pidgeowl, wipe this scum off the face of the Earth!"

With a shriek, Pidgeowl rose into the air, its beating wings causing winds to rip through the ruins of the lab, knocking everyone off balance. Higher and higher Pidgeowl rose before arching up into the sky and beginning a blinding decent. Fear paralyzed Rick and the others. There was no time to even think about moving. Hope escaped Rick and he closed his eyes, preparing to be ripped apart. When Rick opened his eyes again, he was in the clouds.

To Be Continued…

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RockeDex

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Welcome to RockeDex. My function is to enlighten readers of this fic on the particulars of the Pokemon genetically created by Team Rocket. In this way, readers may learn additional information not mentioned in the story.

RockeDex #: 001

Name: Pidgeowl

Parent Pokemon: Pidgeot, Noctowl

Type: Flying

Other Info:

Using its amazingly high intellect and blinding speed, Pidgeowl gains the upper hand in battle by perplexing its enemies with a combination of complex tactics and brute strength. The normal type, which is found in Pidgeot and Noctowl, has been removed from its genetic structure making Pidgeowl much more deadly adversary.