Author's Note: "Evner the Evolving Eevee" has been inspired by The Tales of a Fugitive Mudkip by DragoniteRider and Pokemon Adventures. The events of this fanfic take place ten years before the Team Awesome series.

I can't stand it anymore. I'm busting myself outta here.

My name is Evner. I am - was - the test subject for Project E. My already-irregular DNA was twisted to enable me to evolve into any of my evolutions and will... and devolve from them too. I was captured in the wild by Team Galactic and experimented on for months. Eventually, however, I had grown so strong that I was sealed away in an inescapable cell for years. But now, I'm escaping from these hateful steel walls.

There is a limit to my power, of course. I can't evolve from, say, a Vaporeon into an Espeon. I need to be an Eevee to evolve. Of course, that doesn't really matter, seeing as my Attack and Special Attack as an Eevee is already through the roof.

I ran through the Team Galactic HQ, blasting any Grunts that got in my way with Shadow Ball. If a Glameow or Stunky got in my way, I charged into them with Body Slam, scattering them like bowling pins.

Soon, I had rounded a corner, and was running towards the entrance - or, more accurately, the exit. Suddenly, a swarm of Dustox flew in front of me, barring my way to freedom. Growling, I evolved into Flareon and blasted them with Flamethrower. Leaving them lying on the floor, swirls in their eyes, I charged at the door, devolving into Eevee as I ran. I burst out of the HQ and into gloriously warm sunlight. I looked back and saw a mob of Grunts running at me, yelling and shouting.

I evolved once more into Flareon and used Flamethrower to melt the steel around the door. The melted steel sealed the door effortlessly. I devolved into Eevee and left the Grunts shouting and banging on the door.

I ran through Veilstone City, swerving through the legs of the humans I had grown to hate. I felt a Pokeball whack my side, but I easily repelled it. Soon, Route 215 had come into sight. I evolved into Jolteon and ran even faster, my needle-like fur flattened against my body. But just before I had reached the small passageway that separated cities from Routes, I felt a considerable pain in my back. A vice-like grip followed soon afterwards.

Struggling in the claws - or talons - of my anonymous captor, I looked up with difficulty and saw a pair of cold yellow eyes and a steel beak. I tried to devolve into Eevee so I could evolve into Flareon, but the grip the Steel-type Pokemon had me in was so tight I could barely breathe.

"Very good, Ryxa! Commander Mars will be very pleased!"

Commander Mars... the rotten human who had issued the order for Project E in the first place. I narrowed my eyes and growled at the name, but I didn't try to attack the Pokemon holding me. I would probably get KO'ed, considering the strength of the Pokemon's grip.

"Skarmory!" replied the Pokemon, as a female Grunt walked towards it. The Skarmory sounded female, too.

I gasped silently. A Skarmory! So I could still attack her as long as my attack was powerful. Good. Luck and fate seemed to be on my side so far. I charged up a Thunderbolt, my fur standing on end.

"I might even get a promotion!" the Grunt was saying to herself. She turned away from her Skarmory, still fantasizing about her nonexistent promotion. I was just about to let my Thunderbolt loose, when the Skarmory called Ryxa bent her head and hissed something in my ear.

"Don't try it. The Grunt that earned the right to keep me confined in a Pokeball has been putting my Defense and Special Defense up for years. To be accurate, the years that youwere imprisoned."

"So we're both prisoners?" I asked, curious to know what Ryxa was getting at.

"Correction," said the Skarmory. "I'ma prisoner. You're free."

"No I'm not," I told her. "You're holding me kind of tightly."

"Well, too bad, bub. The Grunt over there can tell me what to do. If I don't obey, she just imprisons me in my Pokeball again. If I do what she says, I'm allowed to fly, at least."

"Why don't you break the Pokeball?" I suggested. "Escape?"

Ryxa shook her head. "Bub, I've been experimented on as much as you. That Grunt over there knows that if I break the Pokeball, she's not safe. She keeps the Pokeball at her hip at all times. I'm too big and recognisable to get anywhere near it."

"I'm not," I replied. "I could free you."

"Bub, d'you even know my name?"

"It's Ryxa, isn't it?"

"Guilty as charged." Ryxa gave a humourless laugh. "How about you, bub? What's your name?"

"Evner," I said.

"Ryxa!" came the Grunt's voice. "Come on, now. We'll get the test subject back to HQ so Commander Mars can give me my promotion!"

"Don't tell me you're going to let this Grunt push you around like that?" I said, as the Grunt got up on Ryxa's back and ensured that she was securely in place.

"Sorry, Evner. I told you, I haven't got any choice."

I watched as Ryxa spread her wings and took to the air. I felt the ground leave me behind for the first time ever. And I felt the unpleasant lurching of my stomach as Ryxa set off for HQ.

But I wasn't going down that easily.