Finally the next fanfic arrives. Welcome to the world of Soul. Granted the story takes place in Unova, Soul isn't a location ... Anyways be sure to show your support by reviewing and reading.

I was born in black city and abandoned a year and a half after my birth by my parents. Great way to start life, right? Homeless and alone, without any idea how to provide for myself in the cruel streets of black city. But one thing kept me alive, I'm not a normal eevee, I am a shiny eevee. A rich man found me on the streets, dying of hunger. A shiny eevee, what a novelty, right? What rich guy could pass up a free shiny eevee. So he took me in, and made me his family's pet. I can't complain. I had food, water and shelter and all I needed to do was act like a pet. Allowing myself to be scratched, petted and acting calm around strangers was like the brownie point of pets. If I did so I got extra food or sometimes a treat. Being a pet was a pretty decent life, until...

"Come on Cyril." A young boy around the age of 12 spoke to me. He was the son of the Mr. Smith, who was the rich guy that picked me up off of the streets. His name was Chris and I spent most of my time with him so that we both could avoid boredom. Yeah, my name was Cyril, it was better that most poké -pet names. Who would like being called Fluffy or Muffin? Before I continue I should probably explain a few things. First of all my family consists of Chris, Mr. Smith and me. If you want to know what I look like, (finding a picture of a shiny eevee online is a good idea) I have white fur where a normal eevee has brown fur, which is most of my body. And I have light blue fur where a normal eevee has white fur. If anyone cares to know this I have blue eyes. Chris is 5 foot 5 inches, and has light brown hair and brown eyes. He usually wears a white t-shirt and green shorts and today was no exception. As for Mr. Smith I don't remember what he looks like because he is always in his lab, creating some weird chemicals that earn us money somehow. I think he sells them to the shady guys who came into our house wearing masks. I know what you are thinking, but they were not drugs. They were usually some kind of green liquid in a syringe. A syringe is that thing you use to inject things into living beings. So anyways back to the story. Chris and I decided to play fetch in the street. No cars ever came through, just people walking so it was O.K to play in the street. As usual Chris threw a stick and I ran to go fetch it. But today was not a normal day. I ran to fetch the stick, just like I always did, smiling and breathing hard, just like I always did. But that was when I saw it. A syringe filled with the green liquid I had seen so much before. Scattered around it were pieces of glass. As I looked up at our apartment building I saw that Mr. Smith's lab window was broken, so I had no doubt that the syringe was from his experiments, and that the glass was from our window being broken. Somehow, maybe a slip of his hand, the syringe had crashed through the window and now, along with a bunch of broken glass, was right in my path. Chris yelled at me, telling me to stop. Did he really think I wouldn't try? I tried to stop but it was too late. After being cut several times by glass shards I stepped on it. The syringe, something so tiny, so insignificant would change my life forever. I stepped on the part used for injecting things and it stabbed into my right paw, releasing chemicals the entire time it was inside my body. I winced in pain. Eventually it stopped going deeper into my paw, right after breaking one of my bones. I lost consciousness soon after that, the last thing I heard was Chris's footsteps.

I regained consciousness, not knowing where I was. It felt like I was on something soft and cushion-like. Almost like a bed. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't respond to my commands. I heard voices.

"I'm sorry, but at least the bone will heal." A feminine voice said. It sounded like the Nurse Joys in those romantic hospital shows. What, I need to do something while Chris is at school! Don't judge me. Was she talking about me?

"But now Cyril'll be a mutant forever." That was Chris speaking, I'd know his voice anywhere.

"I'm sorry sir." The Nurse Joy-like voice said. " I didn't know the machine would spread the mutation. But at least his soul isn't mutated. You can't mutate a soul with chemicals." Spread the mutation? So the chemicals that were in my paw are now mutating the rest of my body? Stupid Nurse Joy. I started to lost consciousness again. Dang it, I can't seem to keep my consciousness today.

"Are you O.K." I regained consciousness again. Where was I? The ground, there was grass on it. I was outside of Black City! I had never left the city before. Where the heck am I? I got up as quickly as I could and looked around. It seemed like I was in a forest and that a female Mareep around my age was looking at me like I was some sort of weirdo. I guess I should explain a bit about my age before I keep telling the story. I call myself a thirteen year old. But that isn't how many years I've been alive. I don't want to go into too much detail, but put simply I celebrate my birthday a few times a year. Using a ratio of the average lifetime of humans and eevees I made my age equivalent to what my human age would be based on how far along I am in my lifetime. Did that make sense to you? It's pretty hard to explain. But if I was a human I would count as a thirteen year old. Fourteen tomorrow. I realized that the Mareep was still staring at me with a confused look on her face.

"I'm fine." I told her. Then the truth hit me. There is no way I would be in a forest unless Chris and Mr. Smith put me here. Two families deserting me, how many shiny eevees do you know who have to go through that? I'll bet you can't even think of one, other than me.

"Good, what is your name? My name is Mary." She seemed nice, if not a bit ignorant. But hey ignorance is bliss, right? What is my name though? I remember that before I became a pet my name was Sam. But after my parents deserted me I decided that I wouldn't let them have the honor of being the ones to choose my name. I guess my next name came from Chris and Mr. Smith, but they had deserted me too so they don't deserve the honor of being the ones who have chosen my name either. This time I would get a name from someone who has never left me. That would be me. But I guess my body, mind and everything else was changed because of that stupid syringe. But there was one part of me that I have had all of my life. My soul.

"My name," I told her "is Soul."