Far And Wide
Disclaimer: Even though I wish I did, I don't own Pokémon. But I think I own the plot of this story.
Pokéspeech. []psyspeech.
One look around me tells me I'm lost. Like I didn't already know.
It's dark. That's the only thing I know for sure. Or maybe my eyes are closed, after all, and I'm dreaming. But then...what if I were dreaming? I'd be back with my old master...my old life...
I jolt awake as something lifts me into the air, and I start to scream. I'm in a net. Someone's caught me. I'm thrown into a truck and I hit my head, blacking out.
When I awake, I see many people around me, but the images are blurry. I can't clearly define anything except movement and color, but I know there are people.
"The first one ever in captivity!" I hear a voice say. I try with all my strength to get up, but something holds me here, wherever I am.
"It's trying to escape!" yells another voice. I feel a sharp pain in my side, and suddenly the world goes black once more.
My mind awakes, but I do not open my eyes. I remember a trick I learned when I was in the wild, and concentrate very hard on the different parts of my body.
I'm hurt in more places than I can count, but I don't know why. I mean, some of it is from my old master...but most of it isn't. And I don't quite feel like myself.
Very slowly, I open my eyes. Everything is blurry, there's no distinguishing shape, color, or movement. Everything is swimming in my line of vision, and the result is my closing my eyes again. I wish I knew where I was.
Eventually, I try again with opening my eyes. Things are a bit clearer, and I blink a few times.
That's better. Things are still fuzzy, but I can see. All around me are cages, which leads me to believe that I'm in a cage, too. Pokémon look out from the cages, and none of them look any better than I feel. One, an Eevee, pokes her head through the bars and begins to cry.
Be quiet, or they'll come for you next! says a voice. It's one that sounds somewhat familiar.
Where am I? I ask, still a little dizzy.
The Team Rocket Scientific Studies Laboratory, if you must know. Although most of us oldies just cal it the Sci-Lab, says the voice. I'm a Flareon, by the way.
Oldies? You've been here long? I ask.
Almost all my life. I was captured as a young Eevee, and evolved after four years of being here. It's been twenty years now. Wow. Twenty years. Was I going to stay here that long?
This is an experimenting place for Eevee-forms, says a nearby Vaporeon. The Pokémon that their control drugs actually work on are used for their evil ways. The rest of us are used for experience-gaining battles, or further experimented on. You're the first Umbreon I've seen, though.
Some of them act as guards of the special experiment rooms, said the Flareon. The rooms where they keep specially-bred Eevees.
I sighed deeply as the drugs that the Rockets had given me pulled me into sleep once more. And I dreamt of everything, my entire life up to the moment I left my old master...
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This is just a little break in my Keya adventures. I'm still writing part four, but it's taking longer than I thought it would. Keep reading, though, because it only gets darker. ~The Darkness Master
Disclaimer: Even though I wish I did, I don't own Pokémon. But I think I own the plot of this story.
Pokéspeech. []psyspeech.
One look around me tells me I'm lost. Like I didn't already know.
It's dark. That's the only thing I know for sure. Or maybe my eyes are closed, after all, and I'm dreaming. But then...what if I were dreaming? I'd be back with my old master...my old life...
I jolt awake as something lifts me into the air, and I start to scream. I'm in a net. Someone's caught me. I'm thrown into a truck and I hit my head, blacking out.
When I awake, I see many people around me, but the images are blurry. I can't clearly define anything except movement and color, but I know there are people.
"The first one ever in captivity!" I hear a voice say. I try with all my strength to get up, but something holds me here, wherever I am.
"It's trying to escape!" yells another voice. I feel a sharp pain in my side, and suddenly the world goes black once more.
My mind awakes, but I do not open my eyes. I remember a trick I learned when I was in the wild, and concentrate very hard on the different parts of my body.
I'm hurt in more places than I can count, but I don't know why. I mean, some of it is from my old master...but most of it isn't. And I don't quite feel like myself.
Very slowly, I open my eyes. Everything is blurry, there's no distinguishing shape, color, or movement. Everything is swimming in my line of vision, and the result is my closing my eyes again. I wish I knew where I was.
Eventually, I try again with opening my eyes. Things are a bit clearer, and I blink a few times.
That's better. Things are still fuzzy, but I can see. All around me are cages, which leads me to believe that I'm in a cage, too. Pokémon look out from the cages, and none of them look any better than I feel. One, an Eevee, pokes her head through the bars and begins to cry.
Be quiet, or they'll come for you next! says a voice. It's one that sounds somewhat familiar.
Where am I? I ask, still a little dizzy.
The Team Rocket Scientific Studies Laboratory, if you must know. Although most of us oldies just cal it the Sci-Lab, says the voice. I'm a Flareon, by the way.
Oldies? You've been here long? I ask.
Almost all my life. I was captured as a young Eevee, and evolved after four years of being here. It's been twenty years now. Wow. Twenty years. Was I going to stay here that long?
This is an experimenting place for Eevee-forms, says a nearby Vaporeon. The Pokémon that their control drugs actually work on are used for their evil ways. The rest of us are used for experience-gaining battles, or further experimented on. You're the first Umbreon I've seen, though.
Some of them act as guards of the special experiment rooms, said the Flareon. The rooms where they keep specially-bred Eevees.
I sighed deeply as the drugs that the Rockets had given me pulled me into sleep once more. And I dreamt of everything, my entire life up to the moment I left my old master...
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
This is just a little break in my Keya adventures. I'm still writing part four, but it's taking longer than I thought it would. Keep reading, though, because it only gets darker. ~The Darkness Master