Hi! Bulbasaur and Zorua here! This is a collaborated story under one account! This chapter has been posted by me, Zorua! This is our first fanfic and we hope you enjoy! Sorry about the short chapters, to make up for it, we're going to try really hard to post a chapter a day, so anyways…here's the first chapter!

"Human Talking"

"Pokemon Talking"

Awakening

I woke up to a stark, concrete room. Scanning for any sign of life, I'm greeted with a stone table I'm strapped to and a computer, a simple laptop, monitoring me. Where was I? Who am I? What am I? I have no recollection of the past, and only the knowledge that I am strapped to a table, cold, and alone.

With nothing else to do, I decide to try and figure out what I am. Glancing down the table, I see a human body of a young girl, maybe fourteen in age dressed in black sweatpants and a simple black T-shirt. I figure I am normal in height and appearance for my age, except for one thing. The jet black pair of wings sprouting from my back. I should've been surprised, but I feel no emotions. I feel like I was a bottomless void, no emotions, no memories, nothing.

Suddenly, a bright light fills my vision, temporarily blinding me from the room. Adjusting quickly, far quicker than normal, I realize that it had been pitch-black before, and I could see perfectly. Was I really normal?

Glancing over to the source of light, another figure entered my vision. A woman, probably about forty years old, with short, brown hair walked in. She was dressed in a long, white lab coat and was carrying a clipboard. A red insignia resembling a firey L adorns her clothing and items.

"So you finally decided to wake up," She states.

I try to mumble a reply, but my voice wouldn't cooperate, I settle with a small groan and pull against my restraints. The resistance is met with more pain being set upon my wrists and ankles. The shackles restricting any movement from me.

"Don't bother, even if you managed to get the restraints off, this facility has maximum security, you have no chance of escape."

My heart sank, by the sound of it, my captives didn't have anything good in store for me, and I wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon.

"We have modified your body to allow you easy transport that is easy to conceal in shadows, the power to manipulate aura, and will soon be in control of your psychic powers. You will become our top agent, our most relied on assailant and spy."

Wait, they did this to me, and I still had more modifications.

Aura, the essence of life present in living thing. It was mine to control? I don't know if I had even met an aura user, but my vast knowledge gave me answers. Apparently, aura guardians were fully trained aura users that had the ability to manipulate aura to their will. Also, even though aura was present in every living thing, not everyone could control it. It was described as a blue light that emanates from someone when being used, and can take the form of solid objects too.

I strain and concentrate on the power of legends. I have to find that blue light, my one hope of escaping, but it evades me, and I feel no response to my call. I search my mind, my soul, frantically trying to become what I have seen.

"I see you are trying to use your aura. Good luck. It can take years to fully master it."

Years. That was the amount of time it took to become a user? I would be stuck here for that long?

"Well, our little talk is over. Your aura manipulation training will begin in one hour. Rest up."

I saw a slight smirk adorn her face, then she was gone. The harsh fluorescent lighting flickered, and then I was plunged into darkness.

After a painful hour of being left to my own thoughts, the lights burn my eyesight once again, signalling my training will begin soon. The awful scientist walks back in, that same smirk still on her face, and walks towards my table.

She ducks down and flips a latch, causing my table to become mobile. She grabs the edge of the table and pulls me, her cargo, down the hall. It is as plain and boring as my containment and the only source of light are small bulbs in the ceiling. The wheels must be rusted over because my ride screeches occasionally, causing the woman to flinch, and me to have a headache. We reach a door with an electronic lock and she scans her finger on a small pad. A green light illuminates the screen and a small ding signifies admittance.

"Have fun."

With that, she shoves my cart as hard as she can, and locks the door behind me.

The ground is bumpy and riddled with holes, causing my unstable ride to crash harshly into the concrete floor. My restraints keep me in place as I scrape against the floor. I bite my lip in an attempt to hold back the tears. My arms are cut in many places, blood staining my once spotless T-shirt. I want to hurl. The metallic smell of my insides wafts towards my nose and I gag in disgust.

While I'm gagging and trying to hold back the tears, footsteps are approaching me. I hear them, barely, but I don't care. My once full resolve to try and escape has disappeared. I feel pathetic, but the pain is too much to bear. I wish I was dead right now.

The footsteps are approaching faster now and seem to be off to the right. My acute senses relay the information of padded feet and immaculate stealth closing in. Fear, pain, agony. It's all I feel. Why couldn't I just have escaped earlier? Why couldn't I have been able to call upon my aura?

With the creature finally arriving, the sound of something metal rubbing against metal intensified my headache. Then, the restraints were cut. I fell onto the floor my shoulders sore from being held off the ground and I relaxed just a little. That was enough to cause the sweet sense of calm to take over, and I was out like a light.

All too soon, I felt a furry paw shaking me awake.

"Wha...what, where am I?"

I shrugged off my exhaustion trying to see what had woken me up. It was blue, furry, and tall. I focused harder and saw a metallic shine coming from it's chest, a metal spike. It's paws also were displaying spikes. It face looked that of a dog and it had black, round appendages attached to the sides of it's head.

My mind reeling, I figured out it was a Lucario, the aura pokemon.

"Hello."

A telepathetic voice interrupted my train of thought and I looked quizzically at the pokemon.

"You can talk?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well, can you help me?"

"Yes, our captors have instructed me to train you."

Silently, I thought about how wonderful this was. If Lucario trained me, I could become strong enough to escape!

"Will you help me escape?"

"No, to do so would result in both of us being labelled as failures, resulting in abandonment and a presumable death."

My hope dashed away by one sentence. I would die if I tried? There was no chance of my escape, I was doomed from the start.

"With my orders being given, we must start training."

"No."

Maybe if I resisted, Lucario would see the sense in what I was saying. What was the point of living your whole life in fear and obedience?

"That is not an option. Today's exercise will be activating aura. Once activated, you will probably need no further instruction."

"But…"

My refusal to comply was met with a glowing, blue Aura Sphere to the face. The explosion upon making contact blasted me across the room. I landed in a crumpled heap against the wall, now with my back bruised as well. I forced my eyes open and saw Lucario approaching, fast. I tried to dodge the Extreme Speed, but I was too slow. I was pushed even further into the wall, making a dent about one foot deep. My nose started bleeding and my head was cut in the back. My training had officially begun.

That continued for hours. I lost track of time, only able to count the number of cuts and bruises I managed to receive from my foe. My left leg had been broken from a brutal Bone Rush, and Lucario had made no move to heal me, ever. I was almost to the point of no return, my vision losing focus rapidly. Another Aura Sphere and I was done for.

I had tried to summon my aura, the blue flicker of light that should be inside me somewhere, but it refused to aid me.

Lucario was faring just fine, only one scratch on his leg where I had managed to make him run into a rock. By dodging one of his strikes in a Bone Rush, he had too much momentum and got a small scrape. After that, I had never landed a hit again.

Lucario was charging up another Aura Sphere, and this time I had no chance of surviving. The blue mass of Aura was growing rapidly, and would be ready to fire at any moment.

Finally reaching the maximum capacity, Lucario released the ball of energy.

The sheer size of the attack was slowing it down, but also my sense of depth perception was confused right now. I have no idea if it was ten feet away or ten inches away.

My emotions were running really high and I finally felt it. My flicker of hope. The one light in all the darkness. My very own source of aura. I focused on the blue beacon and felt it. My aura was alive. My body responds with a blue flicker within my right hand, and I can feel my hand's cuts being healed. Pumping as much of this mysterious power into my hand as I could, I felt my energy slowly draining, but it was worth it, for the pain I was experiencing before was being reduced.

I saw Lucario take a step back in surprise. I lifted my aura filled hand and deflected his attack. The recoil still hurt and my shoulder screamed in pain, but I was alive. I had found my aura.

Seeing that my arm was becoming healthy and was looking fine, I decide to try and heal my whole body at once, to ease myself of the pain. At once, my entire body is illuminated with a blue glow and I felt slightly rejuvenated and have enough strength to walk.

Lucario is still in a daze, probably surprised by how I had found my aura. I stood up, bracing myself with the wall and slowly, but surely traversed the two feet to the door.

I summoned a small amount of aura and placed my palm on the door. Like a Force Palm, it detonated and I had a small space to crawl out of my torture chamber. I found myself in a corridor, just as blank and boring as my cell, that only led in one direction. An alarm was going off and red lights were flashing along the walls, I had to hurry. With no other choice, I stumbled down the hallway in the direction I hoped lead to an exit. A few feet into my trek, I ran into a wall of people armed with weapons and with red and white capsules in hand. As I neared them, I heard a chorus of remarks and they threw the capsules that released white energies. I stopped, what were these things? Searching my memory, the energy finally took the form of recognizable creatures, pokemon. Houndooms, Grimers, and Weezing formed a barrier of impenetrable force, but I was hoping that my aura would help me. Relying on instincts, I formed a puny sphere of aura in one of my palms and fired it at the closest pokemon, a Weezing. It hit the Weezing, but didn't do much to it. Barely a scratch was seen on it's skin. I sighed in despair. That one Aura Sphere had taken a lot of effort, and the whole army was still facing me. I turned back in the direction I came and saw almost the exact same picture. Pokemon and grunts blocked my escape in both directions. Frantically, I tried to think of a way out of this. I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration, and yelped in surprise. The world was now mine to behold in shades of blue, I had learned Aura Sight. I scanned my surroundings slowly and saw the wall to my left lead outside. This time, I sighed in relief and summoned a small ball of aura to try and break the wall.

"She's trying to escape!"

"Fire your attacks now!"

"Hurry!"

The cries of protest were the last thing I heard from them as I used the same technique before, similar to a Force Palm, and blasted through the wall.

Bits of the steel wall flew in all directions, implanting themselves in my bare, bloody skin. Screams of pain sounded from all directions, people and pokemon alike. With my one opportunity I advanced.

With a slight stumble, I stepped into the light of day, and realized, I had escaped.

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