Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Promises of the Enslaved ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 3 is up.

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CHAPTER 3: PROMISES OF THE ENSLAVED
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Derlank stood in front of the window, silent... the light was cold and white...

"Winter... has arrived..." slowly said the aging Pikachu. His voice had grown faint in the last weeks...

As I stared at Derlank, I became more and more worried... Since the Purification incident, two weeks ago, Derlank hadn't been himself...

Winter... summer... spring... fall... Derlank used to tell me tales of how the world change during those times... of how the world would be covered in white, cold dust and how, during the fall, dead leaves of all the colors covered the ground of cities and forests, giving the world the look of a gigantic rainbow of infinite taints of red...

Derlank was approaching the end of his life... and we all knew it. His fur had progressively turned almost silver and his wounds seemed to heal much more slowly, causing him to be almost permanently covered with bruises and cuts that just didn't wanted to disappear... his breath had grown cold and forced, like the last sparks of life that glowed in his eyes.

For the first time ever, tears came out of his eyes... real tears filled with sincere sadness. I stared at him, unable to say anything as he stood in front of the rays of light... and I noticed he was shivering.

As energetic as Derlank ever was... he was now weak and tired. His body and soul could no longer take it. Altought he still clung to his dreams, he knew they would never come true... and this time, for real. Even if we were to escape tomorrow... Derlank was beyond the point of no return. He would not live to have the anwsers to his questions, to see his dreams become reality... Already, the cold breeze of emptiness was slowly putting out the almost dead flame of life within him, like the small gust of wind that puts out the flame of dying Charmanders in the middle of a stormy night, heavy rain pounding their little almost lifeless bodies...

I stepped foward, toward the one who had been my friend for all of my life. I wanted to comfort him... but what of myself? For all my life, I had relied on Derlank to help me keep my sanity in this forsaken place. His remarks always allowed me to laugh at the meaningless attempts of the humans, at our own pathetic existances... he was always there, backing me up emotionnally and physically. Whenever my spirit dropped, he would be there and comfort me... whenever a menacing Pokemon wanted was out for my blood, he was there too to protect me...

What would I do without him? What would I do without my only, true friend? I would truly be alone...

I stood behind Derlank and stared at my feet, unable to find any words to say to him. He already seemed so... distant... and altought his heart surged with sorrow and sadness, his face had already been drained of all expression, his empty eyes showing no expressions, a mere tiny sparks still showing that he was truly alive...

"Minun..." slowly said the ederly electric rat. His voice trembled as much as he did... the emotion in his voice gripped my heart and turned it upside down... Much regret in his voice... much regret...

Cherlie stood up and stared at Derlank. She smiled sweetly... but I knew that her smile was fake. Alought Death had claimed her life, it had unfortunately not claimed her soul and feelings... and as such, altought her body was numbed down, her heart ached... she couldn't bear to see people dying.

Cherlie regretted thinking that Derlank was lucky to be able to die... and then she remembered why she had let herself be captured. Cherlie was saddened not by the fact that people died... but by the fact that people's lives ended before their dreams would come true. Never, ever, had Cherlie saw someone die of their own full will... everytime, Cherlie saw despair, pain, and shattered dreams... and even when one's life had been full, the dying still grieved for the sorrow their departure would cause...

Death was a very important process... it is the natural process that ends one's suffering and free space so that new creatures may live... but this isn't what death is supposed to be. Death was supposed to be a final step, a liberation, an accomplishment... not the shattering of a dream, of a family, of hope. Death under this form was painful... but most of all, it had no meaning.

"Pah! There's nothing wrong with suffering!" Derlank had once said... "What's wrong is that there's no point to that suffering!"

It was true. Heroes were never afraid to suffer. In the glimpse of moment when the Pokemon, Defects, or humans risked their lives and got close to death for a meaningful cause, the pain would not bother them. Meaning numb down pain and cause great pain to be rewarded with personnal growth.

This type of suffering, however, was never welcome... neither in theory, neither in pratice.

Pokemon believe that Darkness is the true Evil, the plague of our world... but I believe otherwise. There will always be Darkness, destruction will remain... for destruction and Darkness are necessary. For Light to appear, Darkness must be following. For new Life to appear, Death must claim souls. Death purify the world of anomalies and flaws. It is an endless cycle of life... and as such, I do not believe Darkness and emptiness to be Evil.

Evil... is this suffering. This awful, meaningless torture. Why are Defects kept in prisons and tortured daily? Why are Pokemon enslaved and reduced to the state of mere tools? Why are humans crushed and reshaped to fit the minimalistic and inhuman models of those so-called Greater Ideals of the so-called greater organisations such as the Pokemon League or Team Rocket? What is wrong with this world? All the Defects and humans that come tell similar tales... everyone is born, suffer, and then dies... why is it like this? Why couldn't life be meaningful and happy? What forces the lives of all people to be miserable?

I stared at the faint light... all those who come from the outside face pain... and altought some are blinded by the feeling that wild Pokemon and trained Pokemon do not suffer, Derlank and so many others know very well that it is false. A great poison has corrupted our world... and to find out what is this poison was Derlank's dream... but he will never, ever find out. He will return to the emptiness, robbed of his dreams and memories...

"Minun... is it... this cold... when you are dead?" asked Derlank. He used to look invincible, age having no effect on his soul... and now, he stands like a crumbling ruin...

Cherlie frowned. She knew that the end was coming... she closed her eyes and tought... "It is... cold... but you will not feel it."

Slowly, Cherlie approached the ederly Pikachu... and then, she placed herself in front of him and grabbed his hand. I sat down behind my old friend and placed my right hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him. His shoulder... was cold like ice...

"Derlank..." I begun... but I couldn't find the words to complete my sentance.

He turned to me and smiled. He obviously had difficulties doing so... but he did it, nevertheless. "Good... ol'... kitty..."

He paused. For a second, I tought that the sparks had lighted up again, that he was regaining his strenght...

"No one's around forever... and we both knew this day would come to happen. I'll fulfill my promise, kitty..." he said.

Derlank... he had told me that long, long ago, that he knew my real name. It feels so weird... but I never had a name. Kitty... this was how I ever called. Sometimes, I would make up names for myself... but never, ever, did they felt right. Meltow, Draluck, Pselds... I never ever made a good name for myself. I longed for a true name... the name that made me unique... the name which I had received from my parents, back when I was supposed to be free... long ago... long before my memory begun to truly work...

"Kitty... You have a strange real name... but it is also strangely nice... it feels... right..." he continued.

"Derlank... what is my name?" I asked.

Cherlie raised an eyebrow. "What? You mean that... Meltow isn't your name?"

"Kitty never knew his name. He make up one for himself from time to time becease it feels weird to be nameless... but I had promised him that I would reveal him his real name before going to the Void... and I'm now fulfilling your promise." he anwsered.

I closed my eyes, waiting for him to say it...

"M... e... w... l... t... Mewlt." he slowly said.

Mewlt... Mewlt? What that... my real name? I stared into the eyes of my friend...

"Mewlt... fulfill your part of the promise now..." he slowly said.

I closed my eyes... could I do this? Could I really do it? I mean... what can I do? All attempts to escape... were in vain. How will it be different, this time?... and will I ever be able to fulfill the promise completely?

But still, as I stared into the Pikachu's eyes, I knew that I couldn't refuse. He was my friend... and will always be. I will not turn my back to him...

"I will find out what the poison is... even if I have to wander the world forever." I promised.

Derlank smiled... "Heh! What a cheesy ending... I guess I should make my farewells now... but I'm no good at this kind of stuf... Now do me a favor and... see those rays of sunlight with your own two eyes..." he stated.

Cherlie's eyes suddenly widenned and her ears raised straight up. She was panicking! "Mewlt!" she cried.

"Derlank! Something's wrong!" I said as I begun to worry too!

But then, I grown even more worried when Derlank did not anwser. He stood there, saying nothing and... no... this cannot be...

I moved my hand, placing it on his neck... There... there was no pulse...

Cherlie slowly let go of the Pikachu's hand and slowly, what used to be my friend fell down, without making a single sound. His eyes were stuck in their last expression of distant, silent sadness, forever frozen in time...

I placed my right hand on his face and slowly closed his eyelids...

"It is cold... isn't it?" I asked, shivering...

"Yes..." slowly anwsered Cherlie, staring at the window, just as distant as Derlank was.

I slowly stood up and stared at Derlank. No tears came to my eyes... and I tought that maybe I was just denying it all...

SLAAAM!!!

"What the... OH GREAT... SECURITY!" screamed that moronic Defect Trainer.

I stood there as the humans entered the room and quickly taken Derlank away... they were panicked for some reason... I stood there, watching as they left...

"Mewlt?" asked the Minun next to me.

I did not heard her... I was in shock. There was nothing I could do... nothing... I was powerless. Those humans... they would keep me here forever. They would never understand... they would let the poison corrupt them furhter and further... forever... The Pokemon wouldn't understand either, content in their illusions of a world where Pokemon trainers are angels...

"Mewlt!" stated the feminine voice.

Those humans... what did Derlank do to deserve this? What did he done to deserve dying in such a dump? They couldn't grant an old man's last wishes... let alone respect him! Nope! They never respect anyone! Children, females, males... no one escapes their wrath and their enslaving fury! All that they care is for useless titles in the Pokemon League! All that they care is for...

"MEWLT!!!" screamed the voice.

I turned to face Cherlie... and noticed that she was in tears. Instantly, my heart was gripped... and I understood what had happened. I understood why I couldn't cry... Large black flames were errupting from my body, causing large wounds to open on Cherlie's body as my corrosive sorrow and hatred flowed on her body. Soon enough, her tears turned to blood... and becease of me.

"Don't... please..." she begged.

I turned toward the door, which was now closed. Why did I remained locked in that forsaken place for so long? Just a couple of Shadow Supernovas was all that I would need... and all those monsters would perish. I could see it! The horrifying vision of Derlank's body in one of those white bags, being carried away like a mere piece of trash...

...but then, I remembered his last expression... an expression of distant, intense sadness and loneliness... Would Derlank have wanted me to destroy those humans? Would he have wanted me to destroy this place and kill countless innocents? Not all humans are like the Pokemon and Defect trainers...

I remembered that old janitor, the only one in the entire complex... how he sweeps the floor endlessly, trying in vain to erase the blood and tears that cover the dirty floors of this hellish abyss... I remembered his expression, the expression of a man who has seen countless lost souls and lost all hope in life, his job remaining as his sole link to life...

It is the poison... that awful, awful poison which is controlling us all... I must not let myself fall into hatred... Derlank wouldn't have wanted me to do so... and slowly, the flames died out.

I turned to Cherlie and petted her head... "Calm down... I will not harm any innocent, I promise you..."

I grabbed her and lifted her. Then, I hugged her... and she hugged me back. A strange warmth mixed to my cold sorrow... and altought I normally chased the warmth away from my soul... in this case, I welcomed it. My friend was gone... my final link to hapiness was this sole, fragile warmth...

...

Time carried on... and the days passed, once again... and true to it, the Defect Center didn't changed.

Pokemon and Defects does not grieve for their loved ones for long... within a week, they forgot all about them... but I and Cherlie were different... altought for different reasons.

I have the mind of a human... and humans grieve for a long time for their memories and feelings, mixed to their consciousness, make for a lasting sorrow.

Cherlie, her, had seen her world crumble so many times... and furthermore, she was dead herself and was conscious of it. Her own miserable state mixed to the loss of a friend cannot be forgotten easily... even by beings of a specie accustomed to short life spans and seemingly random deaths...

As such, time continued to flow invisibly... and slowly, I noticed how things had stopped having meaning.

For such a long time... I had longed to lock my feelings away... not to feel pain from those experiments, not to suffer anger from the way my life was goig on... but not anymore.

It is strange... I who longed to not feel the pain anymore... and now, I wish for it to return.

I no longer scream when the pokeballs slam into my frame and cripple my body. I no longer scream in frustration at the Purifications chamber. I no longer feel pain from the wounds inflicted by the Pokemon and Defects during battle. I no longer feel warmth from being close to Cherlie. I no longer feel cold from the memories of Derlank's final day... I am... empty.

The sunlight has grown warm again already... and several months passed while I remained, souless.

I stood before Cherlie... we knew each others well now... but the warmth between us was gone. Cherlie's neck was broken down during a battle months ago and the pulse that would restart her heart again never came back... as for myself, my own feelings are suppressed. I am... cold... and mindless.

"Cherlie... is this... the way you feel?" I asked her in a voice that was so devoid of emotion I couldn't believe it myself...

"Yes... we are cold... and we cannot even feel it anymore..." she stated.

I sat down and stared at her body... I used to think of her as cute... but no adjective came, this time... nothing...

"We will cruise throught time... never feeling anything..." I stated.

"This is why I am dead... and why you already are too. We are nothing." she said.

"Does... it bother you?" I asked her.

"It should... but I just don't care..." she anwsered.

It was true. We didn't cared... and yet, we cared at the same time. The suffering was gone... but so was our lives. An urge appeared in my mind... an urge to test something...

"Cherlie... I used to feel warm around you... I used to feel... why did it ended?" I asked.

"Feelings come and go. When you die, you realise that there's nothing but cold emptiness... so is the world." she anwsered.

"But then... why do we exist?" I asked.

"There is no reason. We exist... for the sake of existing." she replied.

There was no meaning... never any meaning... no meaning to death... no meaning to death. Cold... emptiness... Was it all there was to existance? Could this even be called existance? I revolted against this...

I had enough. After months, I broke out of that shell.

I grabbed Cherlie and lifted her. "What are you doing?" she asked, with no expression visible on her face.

"I'm sick of this..." I stated.

"Sick of what?" she asked, no confusion present in her voice... her ears not moving.

"Sick of not existing." I anwsered.

"But we do exist..." she said.

"No. We are souless." I stated.

"What can we do?" she asked.

I didn't anwsered as she stared into my eyes... and a feeling arose within my soul... the first feeling I felt, after months of souless non-existance... frustration... I was frustrated that there was no life neither in her eyes, neither in mine.

"I've lived in non-existance long enough. Let us awaken... let us live." I said.

"But... we shall suffer..." she objected.

I don't care. I'll take back my old life anyday. I don't want to be a machine, a souless vessel... I do not want to survive... I want to live and I do not want to wait until who knows when! I want to be alive!... right now!

This what the humans always wanted... they wanted us to be souless machines! Finally, I understand the motivation for the cruelty... I understood why Pokemon never revolted, why they always did everything their trainers told them whatever it was... the Pokemon had their feelings suppressed. I felt great frustration. I had submitted to the humans. I had let them supress my feelings... I had let my feelings get locked away and my soul, sealed... All that is left is for me to fit in a pokeball and I'll be a perfect slave...

I am down... but not out, not yet! Just like hers, my heart is empty... but it's still there. Just like her, I did not turned into a souless machine yet. I have a mind of my own!... and using my will, I will break that prison that locks all of my mind away!

"I don't care." I stated as I acted.

Before she could anwser, I hugged her, placed my lips on her own, and closed my eyes as I kissed her... nothing... no! Not nothing! I will live! I will not be souless! She hugged me back and kissed me back... and then, we both stopped to breath.

Nothing... no! Not nothing! My heart beats!... and it does not beat merely to pump blood from my lungs to my brain!

I gripped harder and kissed again...

This act... it wasn't a meaningless one. I had to remember... I knew it's significance. Kissing is an act that Pokemon never do... only humans are allowed to... but I don't care. To kiss is a sign of affection... and Cherlie is dear to me... very dear to me... and I refuse this to be just a mere case of hormones! Our souls resonate... and we shall resonate again! I will get her heart beating again... as well as my own!

And then... I begun to feel dizzy... lack of air? Too much pressure?... or maybe... becease my heart is beating faster?

We stopped a second time and I stared deep in her beautiful, blue eyes... her eyes were filled with countless stars from beyond my wildest dreams. Her ears stood out perfectly, her small hands which were gripping my own arms felt so delicate yet strong... Her curves seemed so perfect... and I realised that there wasn't a warmth within my heart... I was litterally burning and overflowing with that strange feeling!

"I love you... Mewlt..." she slowly whispered...

"I love you too... Cherlie." I replied.

I closed my eyes and leaned foward, kissing her with all of my passion. I didn't cared if we were locked in a Defect Center. I didn't cared if we weren't free... The humans would never, ever take away my soul away from me and I would make use of it as I see fit...

As the feeling invaded my heart, the others were unlocked as well. A hurricane of frustration, anger, and sorrow mixed to the love, trying to wash it away with their negative energies... but a fifth feeling came to weather down the negative feelings. Hope... I had hope that I would someday get out of there... that I would set my eyes on the outside world and find out what has caused our world to be this cruel.

A sixth feeling came... a feeling which I had very, very rarely felt... so rarely felt that for a second, I tought it was all-new. Hapiness... I was happy. Happy, in such a place?... who cares? I will not escape alone... I will bring Cherlie with me to the outside world. She have an eternity in front of her for she does not fear death... and whatever the amount of time I have left, I want to share the remaining time with her. For all those months, I was so distant... so cold... I was afraid of hurting Derlank and then, my feelings were killed when he died... but Derlank would have wanted it this way.

To bury your soul away forever for a single friend? Derlank would have never wanted me to do this... and as such, I didn't do this. I will experience all that life has to offer... may the humans like it or not!

Then, as we stopped kissing for the third time, the beauty I was hugging smiled sweetly... and an insane tought popped up in my mind as I remembered that specific question she asked me someday...

"You once asked me if I had ever mated... I anwsered. Now, what about you? Did... you ever mated?" I asked.

"Pokemon are not interested in people whose hearts does not beat..." she anwsered, smiling. She was obviously amused by the question for some weird reason...

"Neither do I..." I said. Her ears dropped and she seemed sad from what I said, obviously...

"So... it means that..." she didn't completed her sentance, she didn't needed to.

"They're the ones whose hearts does not beat..." I whispered to her...

Her eyes widened in surprise and her ears rose straight up. It had been a while since she did that... and she was just sooo cute... and beautiful. Her? Undead? You wish! She is so full of life... and as such, I felt the need to kiss her a fourth, final time.

... as I kissed her neck, she suddenly became tense... and I knew that the pulse was back. I could hear her breathe... I could see her chest moving as her heart begun to beat again... and I had the intuition that the feeling I felt... she felt it too and it was sincere. There was no need to use my psychic powers... her feeling was so strong that anyone sensitive to mental energies such as myself could have felt it...

We both stared at each others... and Cherlie smiled. I smiled back.

"Mewlt... Promise me that you will never betray my feelings..." she asked me.

Betray her feelings... I would never do that... but would she betray mine? Would that strange hormone that cause females to hate males who mated with them for life force us apart?

"Will... you hate me?" I asked.

"Fate cannot force me into the arms of all the males I run into... for I have made my choice. Mewlt... did you choose?" she said.

I had her word... and for me, it was more than enough. "I have chosen... you have my word. I will never, ever betray your feelings."

She leaned foward and she whispered into my ear... "Then... there is nothing left to say..."

I slowly moved back to the darkest corner of the room, still holding he, where the sunlight couldn't reach... and once there, I slowly lied down on my back... My grip on her became weaker and weaker... and she begun to move on her own.

I felt her kissing me on my neck as well... and then, I could feel her moving on me... going lower... kissing my chest now... and then my belly... and then, she stopped.

She sat there, staring at me. I could still see her gorgeous eyes and body in the darkness... she winked and then sat straight up... and then, she begun to move... up and down... up and down... up and down... up an... and down... up... up and... down! U... u... up... aaaa... aaa... aaa... aaaand do... down... wheeze! Why am I feeling so tense suddenly? Why does it feels so... good? I... I can feel the hormones flowing... well, so be it!

I smiled and left my instincts direct me throught what took place afterward...

One final tought passed throught my mind before I abandonned myself to my reproductive instincts however...

Back when Derlank was alive, when I had passed close to death, I had been depressed becease I hadn't died and Derlank felt disappointed from it. As such, he had told me this: "Oh no! You were NOT thinking of escaping THAT way, don't you? You're the last person I know who would have such toughts! Believe me! If you're having such toughts... then you can be sure you'll be the one matin' with our good ol' cute undead girl!"

Well... what he said turned out true. I had such dark toughts... and I ended up being the one mating with Cherlie.

Me? Mating? Heh! What a weird world we are in!... well, stuff happen...

Now to focus on... the... currrent... mo... moooooh... moment...

My eyes widened and the wild animal that I was unleashed his feelings.

Puuurr...

...

"Hey..." whispered a feminine voice to my ear.

"Hey sleepy head! Wake up!" said the feminine voice, quite a bit louder this time.

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

I suddenly awoke!... well, I was quite forced to since Cherlie was shocking me, filling every nerve of my body with a nasty pain... but as soon as she stopped, it all disappeared instantly... altought my fur smelled a bit like it had been burnt.

I stood up and looked down to see Cherlie. "Hey! Finally awake, isn't it? Well... we got a busy day! We're gonna escape today, aren't we?" she asked.

I smiled... of course we were going to escape! No way we're going to spend our days in that pit! My life took a change for a better... and as such, this deserves a change of scenery!

"Well, let us discuss of our new plan then!" I replied.

CLANG!!!

"Unknow Subject! Come with me!" called the Defect trainer.

"Well, this will have to wait." I stated.

Cherlie nodded. "Be back soon!"

I turned to her one last time before following the human outside. "Unless that experiment succeeds, which it won't, I will be back. In short, I'll be back!"

CLANG!

I followed the human as he leaded me to the lab for the next experiment...

... and then, I heard the familiar cries. The Defects begun to howl, sing sadly, and cry as the two humans came, carrying the corpses of the latest victims of this dreaded abyss in a large white bag...

For a second, my heart was gripped... but then, I noticed something. I almost felt the urge to burst out, laughing!... and so did all the Defects! The cries changed into laughter!

"Hey! They're sure acting weird!" said the first man.

"Well... at least those cries are less creepy than the ones they do usually." replied the second man.

"I dunno... maybe they use different cries for different Defects? By the way... truly horrible the way those three died..." said the first man.

"Yep... too bad. Just don't think too hard about it, however. Do your job..." stated the second man.

Maybe they should have tought harder about it, on the contrary! In that big white bag of theirs, they're carrying the mangled corpses... of three substitutes!

The three originals must have created them just before bolting off.

Seeing this gave an boost to my hope. It's hard to escape... but not impossible. It was most obvious that at least one Defect must have escaped at least once...

In fact, I hoped to be the next one who would have his "corpse" carried in a white bag while I and Cherlie seen the outside world for ourselves.

I wonder how the scientists will react when they'll realise that the victims' bodies are in truth, just dolls... well, I'll probably never see but I can imagine their faces! Oh would I like to see their faces!

CLANG!

OK... I'm in the lab now... and those scientists are staring at me intently... and judging from the fact that the pokeball cannons are loaded, it's pokeball testing today.

The scientists spoke about using some kind of pokeball inspired on the GS Ball design mixed to the Master Ball design... but I paid no attention. I entered the testing room and waited for the straps to bind me.

I stood there, unafraid. Whatever they throw at me! I'm going out of there with Cherlie very soon and there's nothing you humans can do about it!

SLAAAAM!!!

Ugh!... this one smacked into my chest! Wheeze! I'm... out of breath!... err... OK! It's hurting a bit but it's mostly gone. Whatever! Next!

BLAAAAAAAF!

That one struck my right arm. My arm is skinny so it hurts a lot more... but it will take more to bring me down! Bring it on!

SMAAAAACK!!

Between the two eyes! Whoa! I'm so... dizzy... wheeze! I closed my eyes and refocused... and then, I opened my eyes, smiling. Come on! I don't have all day! Launch them all in that usual storm like you usually do!

Well, as if on cue, the storm came. I saw the dozens of pokeballs fly toward me. I braced myself for the impact...

ping!

The first pokeball struck... and it did "ping!"? No pokeball before ever did such a faint, soft noise? Must have been a defective one!

... but then, I felt that something was wrong... AWFULLY wrong!

All the other pokeballs struck me... and caused no pain. No, it wasn't that they didn't struck hard or anything!... I just didn't felt anything... at all. It was as if they passed right throught me...

As for the sole pokeball that struck me and did "ping!", I could see it, hovering in front of me... why didn't it fell down already? Why is it hovering like that?

CLAC!

The pokeball opened and a strange vortex appeared before me... and then, my eyes widened in shock and horror.

This was impossible... it couldn't be happening... and yet, it was.

I no longer felt the straps... and realised that my whole body was turning red! In fact, I had turned into pure energy!

I had been caught!

No! NO!!! This won't happen! I will not allow this! I will not be enslaved when I'm so close! I promised Cherlie we would escape together! I promised her I would never betray her! I promised Derlank I would be free and find out what turn humans evil! I did not broke the cold seal on my soul only to be forced into a mindless machine the second I'm free!

NOOOO!!!

FWOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

I felt as if my entire body went throught a vacuum and the pokeball expended quickly, turning much larger than me in seconds... but I knew that it was I that was been compressed...

CLAC!

TING!

...

How long did I remain in there? I never knew... Derlank used to say that pokeballs trap the slaves in a state of cold, dreamless sleep... and that thus, you lose all perceptions of time and space, merely drifting into the void of your own mind until a Pokemon trainer release you in order for you to serve him or her...

CLAC!

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

In a flash of light, everything before me became clear... and I seen a Pokemon trainer, grinning.

I was no longer in the lab... I was... it was hard to describe. It looked like the arena but the ceiling... it seemed to drag on forever and it was blue with white stripes...

Maybe that is... the sky?... and then, that blinding lamp... maybe it is the sun? What is that about?

I turned to the human. He grapsed a pokeball... the same that did "ping!" unstead of slamming into me... and I understood. I was no longer a Defect... I was now a Pokemon... a slave...

"Pokedex!" said the human as he took out his pokedex.

It was a male wearing the basic cap and jeans, blah blah blah... Pokemon trainers are all the same, you know... complete to their creepy expression and arrogant attitude.

"Half-Mew. A Pokemon that was found in Silver Valley. Caught and held for twenty years in a Defect Center before a breakthrought was made. New pokeball type codenamed "Light Ball" needed to contain Shadow Pokemon such as Half-Mew. As for specific informations, Half-Mew is a Psychic/Shadow Pokemon on which Purification does not work. This Pokemon has extremely potent psychic and shadow moves and should be handled with extreme caution." said the pokedex.

I frowned. I had a pokedex entry? I was just that? A mere entry on a pokedex? A mere addition to one's collection of slaves? A new number on a list?

The trainer grinned. "Half-Mew? So this Pokemon has some of Mew's genes! So cool! With such a Pokemon, I will be able to win the Pokemon League... and with proper training, maybe I can beat Hiro and Sasha, the trainers of the original Mew and Mewtwo!"

For some weird reason... I felt weird, hearing those names... tears flowed out of my eyes and an unknow sorrow came to my mind. I felt so weak... so helpless... so lonely...

My parents... I could never remember yet alone see them... and Cherlie... oh Cherlie... I have betrayed you... I have abandonned you!

My legs trembled too much for me to remain standing... so I was forced to sit down. I stood there... and cried... I don't want to be a slave... I don't want to be a tool...

"Hey! So your Pokemon got Mew genes, right?" asked a female Pokemon trainer... she sounded more caring but she was, nevertheless, a Pokemon trainer...

"Yep! Cool, isn't it? With this Pokemon, I will be able to get that last badge and get into the competitions! We are on our way to championship!" stated the male trainer.

"Don't get cocky! The pokedex didn't gave you the full description and story. The Defect Trainers couldn't train him properly. He's basically still a wild Pokemon. You'll need to train him and teach him to obey." she stated.

Incredible anger arose in my mind. I stood up and turned to the female trainer, incredible hatred flowed in my veins. I wanted to scream that I was not an animal, that I was not to be trained, that I was alive and wanted to be free!... but humans cannot understand the Pokemon language and, sadly, I do not have the psychic strenght to transform my brain waves in such a way that humans understand my words.

"Whoa! Looks like it did not liked being called a wild Pokemon!" stated the male trainer. "Heh! I understand! He must be burning to show you that he's just as good as any trained Pokemon and will win those competitions!"

I turned to that trainer. What a moron. Why couldn't any human in this entire planet understand that we did NOT wanted to be slaves?!?

"Heh! You'd better start training now!... for it won't obey you if you don't prove to it that you're worthy of being it's trainer." stated the female trainer. "It's like that for all Pokemon. They'll only obey a trainer they respect."

"You're right, Camilia. Half-Mew, get ready!" yelled the male trainer.

I pointed at the male trainer with my right hand and tried to imitate that really rude gesture humans sometimes shown to each others. You know... the middle finger one? The one about the f-word...

"Whoa! Don't fret, Half-Mew!" called the Pokemon trainer.

My name is MEWLT, not Half-Mew! Get it right, dammit!

"Alright! Since you're using a powerful psychic Pokemon, I'll use a dark Pokemon!" said Camilia or whatever she's called.

"Hey! That's a bit unfair, isn't it? Half-Mew is psychic so he's weak to dark Pokemon! He'll get beaten up badly!" he said.

What? You think that the second you label a creature "dark", that I cannot defeat them? Oh yeah... I forgot. We're only tools, data for them... no way they will consider us as real conscious creatures and consider for a second that we may know how to fight without having a stupid human yelling orders behind us.

"Well... your Pokemon has Mew genes, Marcus! Only the most battle-hardened and experienced dark Pokemon stand a chance! Heck! Even a Tyranitar has troubles against the Mew Pokemon!" she said.

"Well, it's true that the Mew Pokemon are strong... but they're know for acting weird. Mew randomly starts sobbing and Mewtwo sometimes goes beserk, screaming and unleashing all of his power before collapsing, doing nothing but sit there, staring at the ground for who knows why." said the trainer.

Maybe becease they're SAD and DON'T want to be slaves? Maybe becease they long for freedom and cry in despair and frustration seeing the stupidity of Pokemon training?

"Well... anyway! Murkrow! I choose you!" yelled Camilia, throwing a regular pokeball.

CLAC!

FWOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

A small crow-like creature wearing a hat appeared before me. It grinned and exclaimed: "Murkrow!"

"Great, a mindless slave." I said.

"Heh! Who do you call a slave?" said the Murkrow. "I'm a trained Pokemon, stupid!... and that's not becease you look like that Mewtwo on TV that I'm gonna be afraid!"

I rolled my eyes. "Hmph! Just as I tought. Thinking of nothing but pleasing the trainer. No ambition, no dreams, no hopes. Just a souless tool."

Murkrow's grin changed to a frown... and his right eye begun to twitch.

"Hey! I wonder what my Pokemon said... but obviously, it was something nasty! Your Pokemon is fulminating!" stated Mar... no, I'm not going to call him by his name. Never, ever. He will forever be a nameless human who I do not know the name.

"Murkrow! Faint Attack!" ordered Camilia.

"Half-Mew! Stand your ground!" ordered the human.

Stupid human! Faint Attack is an illusionnary attack. To dodge it, you must focus on the real target, following his soul signature and then, strike at the right moment... standing your ground will only get you hit!

"Stand your ground!" ordered the human again.

Moron. I seen the illusions move... and I noticed one of them leaving after images... the real Murkrow...

"Strike... NOW!" ordered Camilia.

"Stand your ground!" ordered the nameless trainer.

It was the time. I leaned foward, letting my psychic powers carry me foward.

"I SAID: STAND YOUR GROUND!" yelled the human.

I seen Murkrow spinning and winding up for the hit... but I was quicker and furthermore, since he's so confident, he never saw the counter coming.

Large claws came out of my right hand and I swipped right in the air, at the source of the after images!

BAAAAM!!!

"NO! Impossible! Faint Attack cannot be stopped! It's an unblockable attack!" yelled Camilia.

Well, you have been proven wrong. Murkrow was sent flying after being struck and flied straight into his trainer, sending both of them into the wall.

"CAMILIA!" screamed the human as he dashed toward them.

Nice! While they're distracted, I'll take my leave...

I turned around and ran. The exit... I could see it! I seen the sky... now I want to see the forests, the cities, the ocean! I want to see the world! Freedom! I want freedom!

"Half-Mew! Return!" stated the human, pointing the hated tool at me.

NOOOO!!! I will not return in that awful, awful thing! I amplified my speed using my psychic powers! I can see! I can see...

FWOOOOOOOOSH!!!

CLANG!

I can... I... I... why... why me... So much...

I cried. I really did. Altought the pokeball didn't allowed tears to form, I still cried... I cried on and on... I was not free. I was... still in trapped.

Why? Why did you tease me with that beautiful ceiling called the sky, Ho-oh? Why must I go throught this? What did I do...

Slowly, the pokeball forced me into cold sleep. I hate you, nameless trainer. May an attack from one of your opponent's Pokemon stray and strike your head, blowing it off and sending you on a one-way trip to Hell.

=TO BE CONTINUED