I woke up, and looked around at the unfamiliar environment of my cage. It was a 7 by 9, steel barred cage, with a light coating of straw on the floor. "Damn it," I muttered to myself, "They must have moved me while I was sleeping." I sat there and wondered why they moved me to a larger cage. Suddenly, making jump, I heard a loud shriek, and the flapping of large wings. The door on the far side of the dark room opened, and a large swift, flying object darted into the room, circling around the ceiling, screeching loudly. Soon, Team Galactic grunts rushed in, accompanied by a Raichu. I was familiar with this Raichu, his name was Livewire. He was in charge of keeping the prisoners of Team Galactic behind bars. "Hey, idiot," I called, "If I ever get out of this damn cage, I'll change your name to Deadwire!" His cheeks sparked in anger, but he said nothing.
He continued to stare up at the tan blur, which I took to be a Flying Type of some sort. He jumped skyward, and kicked whatever it was out of the air. The Unidentified Flying Pokemon hit the ground…hard. I winced, and said, "Damn, that looked painful." I craned my short little Eevee neck to get a better look. It was a Pidgeot, I realized, as the large bird Pokemon struggled to its feet. It got up, and proceded to beat the grunts, as well as Livewire with his magnificent wings. I snickered, thinking that I hadn't ever seen anything this funny. The grunts eventually restrained him, and forced him into my cage.
As they left, he cursed loudly and repeatedly. "And who might'n you be, lad?" He said in a Scottish accent. I angled my ear down to see the tag that had been put there when I was born, and I read, "I'm Species 133-number two-nine-eight-seven-three." Within the space of a second, the Pidgeot had me pinned on the ground with one of his talons, and had his beak one inch from my nose. "Have ye no pride, lad? Ye aren't a number, you're a Pokemon!" He shouted. "I-It's not my fault, you dumbass bird!" I shot back, and fired a Swift attack in his face. He flapped his wings, the force of the gale forcing me against the cage bars. I looked at the crazy bird, and he was laughing. "Hah! Ye've got spunk, Eevee!" He said heartily. I tried to force a smile, but it I had almost peed myself, standing up to him.
"Um... so, what's your name?" I asked after several minutes. "Zephyr," He answered. I nodded and asked seriously, "Which base are you from?" Zephyr laughed and said, "Ain't from no base lad, I'm from the wild." I tilted my head in confusion, "I don't know what the wild is, but it sure doesn't sound like a base." Zephyr shook his head, "It isn't a base, lad, it's…" he struggled to find a word. "Freedom, lad, it's freedom." I was completely entranced now. "What's freedom?" I asked. Zephyr smiled, as if he were remembering a sweet memory. "It's great," he said, "The wind flying through ye hair, the smell of the grass, and the trees. Don't ye remember it, lad?" I shook my head, and said, "I was born, and raised in captivity. I know what trees and grass are, but I've never seen them personally." Zephyr shook his feathered head angrily, "If I ever get out of here, I'll tear this horrid place down, and plant a forest." He said furiously, "Keeping a lad like you, chained up, and isolated from nature, it's evil, lad, pure evil."
The door on the far side of the room opened. In walked Livewire, with a tray of food for me and Zephyr. "If I had had my way," Livewire said with malice, "I'd have poisoned this food, but," He grinned at me, "we have big plans for you, Eevee." He stared up at Zephyr, "You too, Birdbrain." He walked out of the room, his long tail swishing. "I don't know bout you, lad," Zephyr said, "But I don't think we should be eating this." I looked down at the plate of small, brown pellets, and sighed, "We don't have a choice," I said, "This is our rations for three days." Zephyr laughed and said, "Great service here, eh?"