A Reality Remixed

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or its characters. That right belongs to the geniuses of Nintendo. This story is purely for enjoyment purposes and no profit is being made whatsoever.

A/N: Wow, it's been a while since I've written anything. But after a long hiatus away from the fanfiction world, I've decided to sink my teeth back into it, beginning with an idea I've toyed around with. This is a story that may have some disturbing content that younger readers might want to avoid. Also, it is a Pro-Tracey fic. What can I say, I love the guy and he gets so little attention fandom and canon-wise that I can't help but to indulge. So if you don't like Tracey, do yourself a favor a hit the back button on your browser. Or, you can keep an open mind and try to enjoy the fic. Without further ado…

Prologue

The humans, all of them, were going to die.

He was frozen to the spot as he watched the terrible carnage raging before him. Fields, its hills rolling and once green as far as the eye could see, was ablaze with flames that reached high into the sky and cast an ominous orange haze on everything. Over the sounds of the fire were the continuous cries of fear and pain. People were fleeing in panic as their homes were attack, assaulted by various Pokemon that all held the same deadly intent to destroy everyone and everything in the small town.

A gasp escaped his throat as he saw a young girl, crying loudly for her mother, lost in the confusion, toddle out of her home and into the path of an angry Nidoking. Before he could even blink, the Nidoking had whirled and struck the girl hard with his tail. The girl shrieked in pain as she was sent flying by the bulky purple tail, smashing through the weakened wall of a burning home nearby.

His heart was beating overtime in distress as he watched other scenes not unlike that: an Electabuzz chasing a fleeing man and shocking him repeatedly, a pack of Spearow bearing down on a pair of children that were desperately seeking shelter from them, a man crying out in agony as a Tauros pinned him to the ground by its hooves and continued to bear its massive weight down on the man to crush him. Bodies lay strewn everywhere, some moaning while others unnaturally still. All the while, he just watched, helpless. Afraid.

The world had gone mad. It was a place where there was no peace, the terrible rift between Pokemon and humans so wide and filled with hatred and distrust that it inevitably always led to something like this. It was the world he'd grown up in, one he was used to.

But not one he could accept. And certainly not one he could condone, especially not this kind of senseless slaughter. The scars that littered his body were both old and new, left by Pokemon and humans alike. He was marked and reviled, a Traitor among his own kind and hunted by the other side. He knew he'd earned each and every one of them as he went against the True Way and fought to protect who he deemed innocent from the Purges.

It was still hard sometimes, though.

"Help! Someone, mommy, HELP!" came a pitiful cry from down the road where he stood. His glanced around to identify the owner of the voice. His sharp eyes honed in on a small child running frantically to escape a menacing swarm of Beedrill. It was time for action.

With a growl, he sprang forward. He barely noticed as his feet padded over a sign that had been knocked over and read in sunny bold letters: 'Welcome to Pallet Town.' Instead, he ducked his head and darted down the hill straight for the child and Beedrill that were chasing her.

"Get down!" He hissed to the tiny girl, and didn't have time to make sure that she even heard or understood him. Instead, he felt the flames gather in his mouth and the distance between him and the Beedrill suddenly begin to close. The Beedrill at the head of the swarm realized what he was doing seconds too late, fearfully diving and dodging in order to avoid the attack they knew was to come.

He snapped his bottom jaw open and out poured an explosion of flames. It scattered the buzzing insect-Pokemon from their group. A few of the more unlucky ones even got caught by the flames and began shrieking a horrible, high-pitched sound of agony.

"Traitor…!"

"Traitor!"

"Traitorrrrrr…"

He ignored the accusing jeers. The little girl was hunched behind him, eyes wide and tearful as she watched him unleash another flurry of flamethrowers upon his fellow Pokemon, forcing them to disperse into smaller, more chaotic groups. To think that he was doing this to protect a member of the cursed Enslavers' race! He, a Pokemon. A Traitor.

"Traitorrrrr…"