Psychic Master
Sabrina's Tale
Disclaimer: Man, how many times do I have to say that I don't own Pokémon?? Doesn't anybody get that yet??
Total control. That's what it is. Total control.
I almost agreed, for a while, to the system overall. But then I saw the flaws. The favoring. The imbalance. And how it was more all for one than one for all.
They tried to convince me otherwise. Tried to...to 'persuade' me, as they called it, but they used my Pokémon as a 'persuasion'. So maybe I would forget what I knew, would go back to their way of thinking.
But I'm smarter than that. I know their plan. And letting them know that I knew left me...left me with one...one less Pokémon.
Now I understand. They want to control the world. To use it for their evil ways. If only I...I could have...have maybe done something...something...for Abra...Abra...Abra died at the hands of Team Rocket.
I'm different...different beyond the wildest dreams of the Rocket Boss...it's all his fault. HE gave the order...the order to...to kill Abra. And I had to stand there and watch. Like it was MY fault I wanted good. I wanted out. And nothing convinced me more than watching that...watching my best human friend...kill my best Pokémon friend.
Ali used to be nice. The best friend a kid, especially a trainer, could ever have. And I was so young. I still was. Only seven, but with the psychic powers and Pokémon worthy of a master. And somehow...somehow I'd ended up mixed up with Team Rocket. And Abra...Abra was gone.
Burned. In a fire. But first disabled so it could not Teleport to safety. My best friend...lost to the very flames I saved it from, so long ago.
And yet...as I stood there, helpless to save my friend, either of them...she laughed. She laughed at my tenderness for my Pokémon. At my compassion. At my...my love. My love for Abra, for all of my Pokémon. Team Rocket, all that power and evil, had changed her. But still she laughed. Laughed at my willingness to care, to cry, to............to love.
If that's what will happen when I try to love, then I just won't love anymore. I'll show no emotion, do nothing but escape from here, first, and improve my skills as a psychic master. Show no feeling, not one slight emotion...only fight, and fight to win, for if I lose...then I lose forever.
That settles it, then. I'll take my Pokémon and leave this place. I'll return to Saffron City, to where Mom and Dad are, to train there. I'll become the greatest Psychic master yet. Then I shall defeat Team Rocket and avenge Abra...Abra, my friend. My partner. My...my life. With you goes all emotion, all love inside me. And, until you are avenged, it shall never return.
Goodbye, Team Rocket, and all the evil that surrounds you! I am Sabrina, Psychic Master. Hear my name, and tremble in fear!!
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Ok, this didn't start out as a fic about Sabrina. All it really started with were the words total control, and that of course led to Team Rocket, and when I got to Espeon...which I changed to Abra...the pieces just sort of fell together. Like a puzzle. Read, review, and enjoy.-pkc
Sabrina's Tale
Disclaimer: Man, how many times do I have to say that I don't own Pokémon?? Doesn't anybody get that yet??
Total control. That's what it is. Total control.
I almost agreed, for a while, to the system overall. But then I saw the flaws. The favoring. The imbalance. And how it was more all for one than one for all.
They tried to convince me otherwise. Tried to...to 'persuade' me, as they called it, but they used my Pokémon as a 'persuasion'. So maybe I would forget what I knew, would go back to their way of thinking.
But I'm smarter than that. I know their plan. And letting them know that I knew left me...left me with one...one less Pokémon.
Now I understand. They want to control the world. To use it for their evil ways. If only I...I could have...have maybe done something...something...for Abra...Abra...Abra died at the hands of Team Rocket.
I'm different...different beyond the wildest dreams of the Rocket Boss...it's all his fault. HE gave the order...the order to...to kill Abra. And I had to stand there and watch. Like it was MY fault I wanted good. I wanted out. And nothing convinced me more than watching that...watching my best human friend...kill my best Pokémon friend.
Ali used to be nice. The best friend a kid, especially a trainer, could ever have. And I was so young. I still was. Only seven, but with the psychic powers and Pokémon worthy of a master. And somehow...somehow I'd ended up mixed up with Team Rocket. And Abra...Abra was gone.
Burned. In a fire. But first disabled so it could not Teleport to safety. My best friend...lost to the very flames I saved it from, so long ago.
And yet...as I stood there, helpless to save my friend, either of them...she laughed. She laughed at my tenderness for my Pokémon. At my compassion. At my...my love. My love for Abra, for all of my Pokémon. Team Rocket, all that power and evil, had changed her. But still she laughed. Laughed at my willingness to care, to cry, to............to love.
If that's what will happen when I try to love, then I just won't love anymore. I'll show no emotion, do nothing but escape from here, first, and improve my skills as a psychic master. Show no feeling, not one slight emotion...only fight, and fight to win, for if I lose...then I lose forever.
That settles it, then. I'll take my Pokémon and leave this place. I'll return to Saffron City, to where Mom and Dad are, to train there. I'll become the greatest Psychic master yet. Then I shall defeat Team Rocket and avenge Abra...Abra, my friend. My partner. My...my life. With you goes all emotion, all love inside me. And, until you are avenged, it shall never return.
Goodbye, Team Rocket, and all the evil that surrounds you! I am Sabrina, Psychic Master. Hear my name, and tremble in fear!!
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Ok, this didn't start out as a fic about Sabrina. All it really started with were the words total control, and that of course led to Team Rocket, and when I got to Espeon...which I changed to Abra...the pieces just sort of fell together. Like a puzzle. Read, review, and enjoy.-pkc