Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Change of Perspective ( Chapter 17 )

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OFF: Short chapter but well...

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CHAPTER 17: CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE
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I... I slowly awakened... I had... forgotten... how the cold emptiness could fill one's soul and drain it of all worries... how it felt... or how it actually was to not feel...

I felt hurt, sad when I drifted from the cold emptiness to the cruel, burning vision of reality... when my senses invaded my soul and crushed all of it's peace and serenity...

Familiar feelings return... from memory to existence... I can feel...

I smiled for the sorrow, loneliness, pain, and despair were nothing. I was happy to be plunged in air rather than water... for I knew the one I loved had taken me out of my watery prison and tomb.

"Mewlt... I am awake..." I called to him... I was not surprised by the horrific sounds that came out of my throat. When you decay, you decay...

Slowly, I felt... I felt the coldness... the coldness of life... the disgusting, horrific torture of the senses... but I ignored the pain. Life is painful... but from life, so many wonderful things are born...

A small dot of color formed before me... and slowly, more dots appeared... the dots grow in numbers and approach me, getting closer and larger... soon, a miasma of color is heading toward me... and...

FLASH!

GASP!!!

Thlullllluump.

AAAAAARG!!!

...

It... the... the... UGH!!! ACK! ACK! ACK! ack... gasp... uuurg... sigh...

My heart slowly stopped beating and my lungs fell flat as all of my blood was splattered over the grass... and I realized I was out of the river, unbound to the metal block. Although my body is dead and can't feel, my soul is filled with memories of happiness... and as such, I smiled.

Mewlt... I am awake...

I'm so happy... I have waited for such a long time... Mewlt... I am here in flesh and soul... I wish to see your cute, purple eyes again... to get lost in them... for you to grasp my little frame and hug me with your heart... to feel the warmth... to feel the love...

"He... he won't come..." I turned around toward the river. Strange... I thought I had heard a voice coming from the river...

"He... will... not... come..." that sound again!

I approached the edge of the river and looked down through the translucent surface. I seen Spark's little frame, floating below the surface... and memories flooded my soul...

I felt regret and sadness for the Pichu. He died such a horrible death and at such a young age... he didn't deserve such a fate. He should have lived to experience life... but his father... his father killed him.

Such cruelty... I have lived for a long time for a Minun... more than twenty years... and I seen the cruelty of people.

The undead... we have learnt to grow distant of life. We have grown to forget about feelings so that we may not suffer... and many see me as insane for not killing my feelings... but if the great and almighty Mew can remain in perpetual hope and happiness despite the world's flaws... then it must mean that there are good things in this world?

Mewlt... he is strange... and I'm not talking about how cute, beautiful, manly, intelligent, sensitive, and all that he may be... but about how he seems so similar to the descriptions I heard of the Devil Pokemon... but I'm probably imagining things. Mewlt is strange, yes... but he's a mortal, like me and all the others...

I got out of my memories and stared at Spark's tiny body... he was soulless, lifeless.

Yep... it was only my imagination...

I turned around and... "He... won't... come..." the faint, strange voice came again.

I turned back to the river, raising an eyebrow. "Look... I have no time for games!" a memory of a feeling... an annoying feeling that filled me entirely... annoyance.

My eyes widened as Spark's mouth moved and as words came out of his mouth. "He... won't... come..."

My ears rose straight up as I stared at the small child rodent. Could it be that... Spark... be undead? It was a possibility since undead only awaken weeks or even months after their initial death... But then... it wasn't really possible that Spark may be an undead because that he was not "tainted" in any way. His death was horrible... but it was not an "undeath", like say, Plusle had gone through for me... so many years ago... back when I believed in him... when he was more than just a hormone-driven rodent...

Plusle... why did you betray my feelings? We were meant to be together... but then... if it had worked out...

Mewlt... If it had worked between me and Plusle, I would have never loved you... our time together would have been nothing more than a fleeting memory... a temporary burst of hormones...

...

Undeath... my feelings toward it were mixed...

For some, it was a rebirth... for others, a liberation... for others, it was a curse...

For me... it was everything.

Undeath... was not a rebirth or a curse for me... it was... my birth, my life, my only life. I was born as an Undead... I have always been Undead... and while people said that I was nothing more than an animated corpse... I knew that they were wrong... that I was... alive.

No... that I AM alive... that I am there, that I exist... and that Mewlt is out there somewhere... and that my heart long for him... I long to be with him... to once again feel the strange warmth that goes between us two... to protect him and to let him protect me... for us to complete each others...

ding...

I turned... and noticed that Spark's body was immobile, lifeless... like it had been ever since he died. He had died... and he was not alive... and wouldn't have a second life. He had lost his only life...

At my feet... I seen a strange golden sphere... I grabbed it... and... huh? This light... this blinding light...

FLASH!

I... where am I?

What was this blinding light? Why do I feel so... weird?

I am in the middle of nowhere... there is nothing... nothing but... a golden sphere... and two beings, staring at it.

The first one, to the left, extremely tall. The second one, to the right, about my size. Both staring at the sphere of light... and both which I could not identify.

"Do you think... that it will work?" a feminine voice... it sounded full of love and yet... so sad... I felt a few tears coming to my eyes... such an innocent-sounding voice... and such sorrow... The voice came from the right...

"I'm sure... that it will. Fate is not absolute..." a manly voice, from the left. It was so powerful and deep... and yet, filled with the same sorrow...

The two figures floated away from the sphere... and slowly... it divided into dozens smaller spheres and vanished...

The smaller figure turned to the larger one... "My love... kill me."

The two figures stood silent... and the larger one begun to shake... "Kill me. It is the only way." repeated the smaller figure, tears dropping from the place where her face should be, like small spheres of crystal...

"I... I would never dare to..." the emotional pain in the male... was unbearable. I could feel his pain... his sorrow... he didn't wanted to... his entire soul was against it...

"I know... that it fills you with pain..." the smaller figure approached the larger one and the two hugged... such a tense and painful moment... filled with so much emotion...

"I... I know it will only be temporary but... but... I... I cannot... I cannot do this... I just can't..." it sounded as if the male was sobbing... his cries piercing through the silence...

"I... I will not disappear... I will only drift into lifeless sleep for as long as it is needed... Please... for yourself... for me... for our future..." she begged him... begged him, tears streaming down her cheeks...

The two silently hugged... and slowly, the male pushed the female downward...

A movement... the female closing her eyes, taking a deep inspiration as she prepared herself... "Promise me... promise me that you will be here... when I will return..."

The male nodded slowly, crying loudly as he did so... "I... I will await your return... forever..."

The male placed his hands on her head. "I... I... I LOVE YOU!!!" the female screamed as the male spun her head, her tears forming a crystal ribbon....

CRAAAAACK!!!

The female fell down, a red puddle slowly forming under her head... and the male found himself, holding a sphere... a pink sphere...

He took the sphere and then, holding each side with one hand, pulled in separate directions with as much force as possible... and...

CLIIIIIING!!!

In a flash of light, the sphere was split in two. A figure shaped somewhat like a Meowth, appeared and stood next to the large figure... the figure handed the brightest half of the sphere to the Meowth...

The Meowth grasped the broken half, staring at the small dead female, crying for a few seconds... and then, he stepped backward. "I WILL DO AS INSTRUCTED!" he yelled, before darting out of the mists of the vision...

Slowly, the large figure kneeled and grabbed the female's head with his empty hand, replacing it back in position. Strange metal arms entered the mist of the vision, doing various injections to the neck of the female, repairing it and refilling her emptied veins with new blood. Then... when the body was completely repaired, the large male took the less bright half of the sphere as well a dull, metallic one... and then, he united the two into a new sphere and thrusted the sphere straight into the female's heart.

The lifeless body arced itself upward, as if it had flinched... and fell back on the floor, dead.

The male stood up and stepped backward as a large metal arm grasped the female's chest and in a flash of light, forced enormous amounts of electricity into her chest, forcing her heart to start beating anew.

The female gasped and the arm disappeared... slowly, the female stood up and stared at the male...

"What... happened?" the female's voice... it had... changed... It felt as if something was missing for some strange reason...

"Nothing... nothing..." the male turned his back, looking down, trembling in emotional pain...

FLASH!

The vision ended... and slowly, I seen the golden sphere in my hand crumble to dust...

What did this vision meant?

Huh? What...

The surface of the river... it froze all over... and the trees... they died, all of them. The grass has decayed, the very earth is dead... what is happening?

The familiar, cold feeling of doom and death... a feeling which fills the living with pure, sheer terror... but I am undead, I do not fear Death.

Floating above me, I saw it... the worst fear of most mortals... the messenger of Emptiness... the Grim Reaper... Death.

"I can't believe that you are still alive. You should have caught the drift... your time has come." stated the cloaked Pokemon, only darkness and emptiness swirling at the place where it's face should be.

I smiled. The cold feeling... the freezing emotion... I do not fear it. It is my life, my existence, my reality. I feel right at home in the face of death. I am not afraid of Death. Death cannot undo me. I am the only one who can undo myself... and I shall not undo myself just because a cloaked thingy wielding a scythe hates me.

I stood tall in defiance. "My time has come when I was born. You have no business. Go to Indigo Plateau. I'm sure tons of humans will be happy to throw Pokeballs at your sorry, stupid face." I taunted.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very NOT funny. You do realize that you mock Death itself?" asked the Pokemon in a total monotone voice. Man... such a boring voice!

"And what am I supposed to be afraid of? To fall asleep because of your total lack of emotion in your voice? I'm already dead. Go see people who are still alive." Heeheehee... it feels so good to be able to make fun of people who most Pokemon fear nearly as much as the Shadow King.

SLASH!

That was to be expected. My head was cleanly slashed off my shoulders. I found myself, face down, with no neck, my body turning into a fountain of crimson fountain. My head had turned just at the right angle to see the spectacle. I seen my body fall down, the nerves in a mad reaction, the whole body shaking as it emptied all of it's blood on the ground, tainting the ground.

How very funny. I merely concentrated and slowly, I seen my body crawl back toward my head, I grabbed my own head... and then, I placed it back on my shoulders. There! Much better...

I grinned and crossed my arms... although it was a bit risky, knowing my head could fall off any second. "Is that all? Look... you are wasting both your time and my own. Go away."

The cloaked Pokemon remained there, floating for a while... and then, the wind became especially powerful... until I realized that it was the Pokemon sighing, not the wind.

"FINE!... but know that only pain and despair awaits you! Immortality is a curse as you shall soon realize... indeed... immortality... is a curse... hee... hee... hee.." that Pokemon's slow, unexpressive laugh... it annoys me. Just get going already!

Slowly, the cloaked Pokemon flied away and soon, light returned, the trees revived, the river was back to the state of water, the grass was in perfect health, the ground... well, the ground is still blood-red because I lost my head just seconds ago.

Well, that's all I guess...

I want to see Mewlt... I want to see him really badly... but I don't think he would like it to see me, my skull exposed, my entire body half decayed and eaten up. I better get that body of mine back to health and to get my heart of mine beating!

... and I knew exactly how to restore my body to full health. All I need is a good vine to make a rope, a piece of food, and a foolish Rattata, Butterfree, or Pidgey.

While holding my head in place using my left hand, I made my way into the green maze that was Viridian Forest. Since I am a Minun, I don't have difficulty walking on my hind legs, holding my head in place... but to really get somewhere quickly, it's on all four that I must go... and as such, I felt as if I was getting nowhere fast.

How can those humans and Mewlt actually move around so quickly on their hind legs?... well, that's evolution for you, in the actual sense, not the transformation thingy thing. People often confuse the two, after all. But well... anyway...

The living don't know where to look. When you're alive, you always rely on smell or hearing... but really, the humans aren't wrong at all... sight is really a good sense and since we, Undead, often found ourselves with only our eyes working, we learn to use it.

As such, close to many of those poisonous mushrooms which the living avoid like death, there are small, tasty fruits growing. Humans see them and thus, get them... but the others only smell the mushroom and walk away. To get the mushrooms out of the way, humans often use machines... but I had no such luxury. I stared at the mushrooms, just to the left of a moss-covered log. The pinky-red taint of a fresh fruit which the humans call "tomato" I believe is there. Quite a delicacy among Pokemon... but rarely found since most "tomatoes" grow next to poisonous mushrooms... and there's a real flock of mushrooms in the way.

I got closer and stared at them... white with swirly red and green patterns... the worst of them all. Most mushrooms are simply poisonous... all you have to do is not eat them... but these were different. Those blasted mushrooms contained a stupid acid which melted the skin and made your bones all slimy-like when you crushed them. Quite disgusting if you ask me. The worst is that I'm not a human and as such, unskilled as I am at grabbing stuff, they WILL explode in my hands... as such, it didn't mattered whenever I ate them or simply got them out of the way.

Now... pick your poison, Cherlie. You eat them and get a bad case of your stomach melting and hurting for days... or you find yourself without your hands. Losing my hands is less painful... but I'll be in trouble if I lose my hands so I better eat them... sigh... this won't feel good...

I slowly bent down, holding my head with both hands, making sure my hands would not touch the mushroom... and I took a bite out of the first mushroom... well, not true. I swallowed it whole so it wouldn't explode on my lips and burn them. UGH!!! Not... only is it... gross... but... my... MY THROAT... uuuurgh...

Stupid... mushrooms...

I closed my eyes... I have to eat... all those in the way... disgusting... it hurts... ugh... why me...

ACK! ACK!

GULP!

GROSS! AAAAAARG!!! MY STOMACH! BURNS! BURNS!

GULP! GULP!

HATE'EM! HATE'EM!

GULP! GULP!

Boohoohoohoo... tears... covered... my vision... hurts... so... much... Must... act... before... someone... snatch... the tomatoes...

I... I checked the... the tomatoes... no... no... NOOO!! All rotten... ALL! WHY ME?!? WHY DO YOU HATE ME, HO-OH?!?

Huh?... that tomato there... YES! It's fresh!

ACK! Grabbed... it! Now... a vine...

GASP! My stomach... hurts... must... concentrate... on task... at hand... ugh... gross... taste of mushrooms... still on my tongue... but I bet... that I no longer have a tongue... stupid acid...

Placed the... tomato... just in front of me... away from the mushrooms... seen a vine on the left... grabbed it... placed it next to the tomato... tied rope around tomato... walking... walking... must find... clearing...

It... hurts... so much... why can't there be any clearing around?!? ACK! I... will... never eat... mushrooms ever again... UGH!

FINALLY! THANK YOU HO-OH!!! A CLEARING!

Got... there... as fast as I could... placed tomato in the middle... tied rope in the way father teached me... need to... wait... for fool to come...

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Phew... well, I'm thankful I decayed a bit since the acid flowed out of my stomach completely now, through the opening in my chest. It's a bit gross but well... at least, the pain is gone... and why am I feeling pain in the first place if my heart isn't beating?

... pah! Must be my nerves acting up. My heart can stop beating and yet, if there's still electricity flowing in my nerves, it will still cause me to feel pain... stupid nerves.

Anyway, I seen the small blue frame of a mouse come in the clearing, sniffing the tomato. Of course, since I had hid the vine under the grass, there was no way the Rattata could see the trap...

The Rattata smelt the tomato and saw the red dot in the grass and dived straight toward it... that was your last mistake.

SWOOOOP!!!

He triggered the trap, finding himself with the vine wrapped all around his four paws and around his neck, keeping him from moving entirely. I grinned... time to move in for the kill...

They say that there's several kinds of Undead... and we are classified varying on the way we regenerate. I am what they call a "Zombie"... which means that by eating the brain of a living Pokemon or human, I can regenerate myself. Also, the "living" part is very important. I can sustain my beating heart on dead meat, like most Pokemon and humans out there... but if I am to revive my dead body, a life I must end.

It had taken me years to accept this... years to accept that as an undead, I would sometimes have to kill. I seen this as an act of murder... as the act of killing innocents... but I now see this as sweet justice.

There are many naive, hypocritical fools around there. Wild Pokemon, Pokemon trainers, members of Team whatever... the more evil, the tastier their brains are. I still remember the brain of that Gorebyss who had sucked the blood out of dozens and dozens of poor innocents... her brain tasted pure bliss. I had eaten her brain while it was still alive, Reddy biting at her neck and sucking her blood like she had done so to so many...

Reddy... my feelings toward him were... twisted and weird... but well, he was twisted and weird. A vampire Charmeleon, he had teached me everything about being undead... from regeneration to hunting... from hunting to surviving... about our strengths and weaknesses... about our nature... but his lessons which I remembered the most were the ones about reproduction.

Unlike Plusle, he had never pretended that he had loved me... and neither did I had any feeling toward him... but it had not mattered at all for I enjoyed it every time. He had told me about how reproduction among Undead was rather... weird.

As such, just like for the Demons, the Shadow Pokemon, reproduction among Undead was rather strange.

As such, although Undead and Demons can only be born if one or both parents are themselves Undead or Shadow, there had been confirmed cases of totally normal Pokemon being born of couples of Undead and Shadow Pokemon. Why this happened?... well, Ho-oh knows why.

As I stood before the Rattata, I saw the mouse struggle in vain... or rather, try to struggle. This trap had been made just like Reddy used to make them... no one can escape from them. I turned around a few times, making sure that I had not caught a pregnant female or a child. It also seemed he could not reach the tomato at all so if my prey revealed to be young or to be a pregnant female, I would be able to release it and still get another Pokemon rather easily.

I may seem rather old-fashioned but... well... while I need to steal a life... I prefer to steal one who had the chance to experience a bit of the world and most of all, to steal only one at a time, not one and a second one who could not even lay an eye on the world. As such, I had the tendency to let children and pregnant females escape when I caught them in my traps.

As for my current victim... it seemed to be a middle-aged Rattata male. Perfect... I shall feast on it's brain and regenerate from this.

"This won't hurt... much." I whispered, licking his forehead to moisten the flesh and allow me to open his skull more easily.

When his whole forehead was covered with saliva, I held my head with my left hand, his own with his right hand... and I thanked my mother for being a Minun, thus meaning that I was born a Minun too. Minuns are rodents... thus, we have two big, nice incisives... which I use to open the skulls of my victims so that I may munch on their soft, juicy grey matter.

But well, rats aren't too bright so I don't expected a large brain. Psychic Pokemon are delicacies among Undead, their brains being amazingly big and juicy usually... usually, that is.

I heard a cry of pain as I thrusted my incisives into his head, the hot blood of the living flowing out of the wound I caused. I knew that the Rattata was probably crying in pain and also for help...

I am not a sadistic person. I will make this quick. I ran my incisives as quickly as possible, drawing a full circle, a large veil of blood soon covered the mouse Pokemon's head and my face. The warm feeling of the blood... I like it. Soon, I'll feel this warmth in my body...

Then, I felt less resistance... and I knew my teeth had pierced through his skull, making an opening. I slowly placed my right hand on his forehead and pulled on it. It was removed quite easily, revealing a crimson coated slimy thing that looked a bit like what the humans call "spaghetti" or something like that. It filled a good part of his head... more than half.

Time to eat... but first, I wonder why the Rattata remained this silent... I turned to face him and saw him, eyes closed... I could hear him, whispering... prayers... prayers to Mew... to have mercy on his soul and take care of his children...

It was strange... strange how all Legendary Pokemon were actually real. Whenever you prayed to Ho-oh, Mew, Mewtwo, Lugia, Latios, Celebi, Jirachi... all of them were real. I always found this strange... how it didn't mattered in who you had faith for whoever you had faith in, the Legendary Pokemon would hear your prayers.

The cult of Ho-oh was the most popular one, of course, since he created life. The cult of Mew had been, before the spreading of Ho-oh's in the last centuries, the most popular one and stood as the second most popular one now. The cult of Mewtwo, the Devil Pokemon, was actually more ancient than Mewtwo himself for evil humans and Pokemon had longed for the appearance of their evil Legendary Pokemon for a long time... but it wasn't until Mewtwo's birth that his cult spreaded seriously.

With the birth of Mewtwo, which many had supposedly prophesized, and the appearance of the Demons and Undead, many claimed that Mewtwo was the chosen Legendary Pokemon, the one destined to rule them all. His cult spreaded quickly... but died down quickly too, although many still prayed to the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness.

Reddy... was one of those who prayed to Mewtwo... although in fact, I believe that he just did so to piss off those who regarded all those who preferred chaos over order as evil.

Myself... well... I use Ho-oh's name a lot in my swears... and I kinda prayed to him a bit in the past... but I was not really sure. I had never felt quite comfortable around praying to a big fire bird who, despite the fact that he created all life, rarely intervened in the world if ever.

Rayquaza and Mew were much better Legendary Pokemon. Humans worship Rayquaza nearly as much as Ho-oh despite the fact that he's not really a Legendary Pokemon... despite the fact that he's a Titan... but considering that Rayquaza had the courage to directly intervene in the history of humanity by preventing the destruction of Hoenn at the hands of Kyogre and Groudon, this was to be expected.

I stood there, still staring at the Rattata... it was strange... Pokemon claim to regard instinct over intelligence... pulses over feelings... Pokemon claim that they have no families, mate with whoever they find, regarding the continuation of the specie above love... and yet, when they approached death, just like humans, Pokemon prayed to the Legendary Pokemon to protect their loved ones... in death, they betray their oath to remain unconscious animals and admit that they have loved, hated, were happy, made decisions...

That Rattata... is crying from the pain... having a Minun open your skull must not feel good... and I felt mercy and sadness fill my dead heart... I placed my right hand on his cheek, his forehead being open...

"Don't worry... Mew is waiting for you... The pain will soon go away." I whispered.

He looked up to me, tears in his eyes... and I placed my head against his.

I bit at his brain. I took a big chunk out of it and munched on it... and not wanting to perpetuate his pain much longer, I swallowed it as soon as possible. Instantly, I felt revigorated... I felt his life coursing my veins and trigger my natural healing, which had been inactive ever since I had been dumped into that river.

I took another bite... then another... and each time, the Rattata struggled less. Blood coursed on the surface of his brain and soon, my face was covered in red... I continued to much more and more... and soon, I had eaten about half of it and felt the wind on my fur... and the different wounds closed... and I felt the water I had left in my lungs expelled from my nose... and the last insect Pokemon crawled out of my wounds, panicked to see the body starts working anew...

I ate all of it. I left nothing, not even a slightest hint of white. When I pulled out of his head, I stopped holding my head... there was no need for my neck was in a perfect state... once again.

I licked the blood on my lips and slowly wiped the blood off my face with my right arm... and then, I stepped back and stared at the Rattata. He stood there, immobile... I slowly placed my hands on his eyes and closed them.

I hoped for him that he is now with Mew, to wherever those who worship Mew goes when they die.

I took the tomato... the lure I had used. I stared at it... and then took a bite out of it. While the taste wasn't the meaty goodness that his brain had been, it felt a lot more satisfying. Killing... I accepted to do that... but that didn't meant it was my cup of tea. I prefer eating dead stuff than live things.

I turned around and returned the way I came, hoping that scavengers would munch on his carcass before his loved ones found him. There is already enough pain in this world... no need for more sorrow.

As I walked back toward the river, I grinned, running on my four. It's strange how good it feels to be running at full speed, on my four, like that... it's so much faster than on my hind legs... I like it.

The forest... a green blur. Speeded through it... through all of it. Made it back to the river and stared at my reflection in the clear, clean water...

Apart from the blood covering my hands, my face, my neck, my chest... well, in fact, pretty much my whole body... Apart from that blood, I was back to my beautiful old self. As soon as I will have cleaned myself, I will be ready to see Mewlt. I... I can't wait.

I stepped forward... and stared down. Is this a place of the river where there are corpses? I don't care about bathing in a tomb... but just not the one where I had rotted for so long, alongside Spark. For some reason, I just didn't wanted to... a feeling of dread and disgust overcoming me thinking of cleaning myself there.

I checked... and I saw only rocks, no heads or hands or feet or tails. Good...

I had no time for subtlety. I took a running start and dived straight into the water. It splashed all over me as I broke through the beautiful mirror that was the surface and I was pleased, my senses flooding my soul with information. The water was cold, the stream powerful. I liked it. My vision was kinda distorted and I saw a large cloud of red... the blood washed off my fur.

I swam back to the surface and opened my mouth, filling my lungs with oh-so needed air. I stood there at the surface, enjoying the fact that I was breathing, that my heart was beating... and I slowly rubbed my face, my hands, my chest as I washed the blood off my self. It took only a few seconds that it all came off... perfect, since I don't feel like swimming all day. I have a male kitty to see...

I swam to the edge and grabbed on it... and then, I lifted my frame outside and dried myself by shaking my fur violently, sending the water flying everywhere. No a lot of subtlety here... but well, I just don't want to walk around for hours being wet.

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"That Julius... he was a fool."

"Indeed... thinking that because he had genetically modified his body to sport psychic powers and had a special suit, that he would be able to train a new Pokemon without taking security measures."

"Indeed... but well, that's a good thing. For a descendant of the one who created the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness... he and his Team Neo-Rocket or whatever it was were pretty lame."

"Well... what was there to expect from them?"

"You are right... anyway... how was their laboratory?"

"Intact. Only a small part of the base was destroyed. We took the Mew and Mewtwo DNA samples as you had ordered."

"Good. I expect Mewthree to be completed on schedule. With Mew dead, I'll need a new Pokemon to make sure that this loser with the Groudon doesn't take MY title."

"Everything is going according to schedule, don't worry. Also... what do you intend to do with Mew's body?"

"Pah! Just cremate it already."

"But sir... what about Professor Maple's request? She wanted to study the body. We could learn a lot from it!"

"Whatever. Give it to her. If she's interested in dead corpses, then that's her loss. I really never understood those Pokemon researchers. I think that being locked in a lab with Pokemon had it's toll on their brains... they lost track of what Pokemon really are!... but well, that's their loss."

"Oh and... what shall we do of your new Pichu?"

"Oh... that famous Pichu? Release it."

"But sir... this Pichu is the newest son of your Pikachu! As long as people can remember, the Pokemon trainers of the Ketchum family always had Pikachus of the Lightheart line as their main Pokemon! The people will be surprised if..."

"Look. I don't fucking care what my ancestor, Ash, did. He was a loser, a total, complete wimp. He never became the Champion of any league exept illegal ones."

"But sir... you do realize that he's the one who fought with so many Legendary Pokemon! He saw nearly if not all species of Pokemon in his lifetime! His skills and his Pokemon are legendary!"

"I look only at results... what do I see? He attempted all the leagues and lost them all. End of story. Now, get going."

"I... but... if you say so..."

"Hmph... I'm surrounded by incompetants... and I hope that Eliza received my message. My reputation will suffer if I am not seen with my daughter any time soon... especially now that she became a Pokemon trainer... hum... oh! I think I just had the most brillant of ideas! Giving that new Pichu to Eliza will surely make me look like a caring, generous father. I'll go get someone to tell that loser not to release it after all..."

=TO BE CONTINUED