"Worthless piece of crap."
Although she'd gotten it bad from her owner before, this was the worst. Her fur was already matted with drying blood from her last fight. She squinted, as grass was kicked at her face by her bitter trainer.
"Why do I even keep you around? You lost to a PINCER?! How friggin' lame are you?"
If she could speak English, she would be apologizing. Her chin to the dirt, she'd be groveling for forgiveness. Unfortunately, Eevee could only trill and squeak, in an ignored attempt at commiseration.
"I should have Charmeleon melt you down! Maybe your skeleton could be useful." He lifted one of his poke-balls, containing his 'quarterback' starter Pokemon, Charmeleon. "You've lost EVERY fight, so I bet he'd kick your sorry fluffy butt too."
Eevee shuddered for a moment, but the Trainer put away the red and white ball. "Nah. You know what? Stay here. I don't care what you do, just don't follow me. Got it?"
Eevee looked up, terrified. She'd never make it without him. This trainer, however cruel, was all she knew. He'd hatched her. Had high hopes for her. But the pup was useless in combat. She didn't know how to fight well yet, having been given only a few short months to learn what took most Pokemon their whole adolescence. This impatient trainer had put too much on the little Eevee pup's shoulders.
As she begged with her eyes for another chance, a sudden, harsh hiss came from the bushes. The trainer nearly jumped out of his skin, as a blur of green and silver started for him.
A wild Scyther. Its wing-beats bowed the grass, as it landed on both feet. Before the trainer could reflexively draw a poke-ball, the Scyther slashed at him, cutting his sleeve and tossing him onto the grass.
"AGH! WHAT THE-" The trainer was immediately silent, clapping a hand over his mouth as the Scyther loomed over him, hissing and cocking its head to the side. It seemed to be deciding whether or not to simply kill the clumsy young man.
Suddenly, the slender, bug-like humanoid jerked backwards, barking in pain. "SAHAH!" It looked down, and Eevee bit harder into its heel. Silently, the pitiful little brown furry creature gnawed, standing her ground. She knew that she had no chance, and was giving her cruel trainer to flee. Loyal to the bitter end.
The trainer obliged, heedless of his Eevee's safety. He stood, and beat feet as fast as he could, sprinting away from the fray. Eevee got her wish. Her trainer had escaped.
Eevee took the blunt side of the Scyther's arm, smacked hard in the side. She flopped like a ragdoll, rolling across the grass. Doggedly she stood, growling and bearing her teeth, unwilling to surrender or run. She wanted to prove to herself, if no one else, that she had what it took to fight and win.
The Scyther beat its wings. She felt the gust of those powerful wings from a meter away. Scyther, unforgiving, began to fly circles around her. She followed his gaze.
This wasn't a fair fight, nor was it a sporting one. It was to the end, and Eevee was at a terrible disadvantage. Still, she charged. With two hops, and a leap, she pounced towards the Scyther.
With one swing, the Eevee was smacked away by the Scyther's arm. He wasn't cutting yet, but his strength alone battered Eevee aside.
She was all washed up now. Unable to stand and fight on, she laid alone in the grass. Scyther's wings stopped, and the angry bug walked forward, grinding its blades together.
Eevee didn't notice, but the sound of wingbeats returned. Incredibly fast, she felt a gust of wind pass over her, as another challenger hurtled past her. The blue blur approached her cruel opponent.
CLANG! HISSSSSSS.
BAAAAAAAAM.
The the sounds of fighting ended completely, punctuated by an impact that shook the Eevee's teeth. She opened her eyes, and perked up her ears.
She saw nothing, face down in the grass, but heard more footsteps. The Scyther was trilling, weak, fleeing, clearly in pain. Someone had saved her life, and she hadn't the strength to acknowledge them.
The last thing she saw were a pair of huge, bulging eyes. She could make out a dark, steely blue. A strangely friendly smile.
She felt hard, cool claws wrapping gently around the scruff of her neck. She felt her sore body bob as she was carried off, but she couldn't open her eyes to see who had hold of her.
Everything went black. All Eevee could do in the ebbing moments was hope that she'd wake up again.