Being Human
"My life began with a bubble. Well, at least that's my first recollection of being alive..." Alexis Maria Wolfe has never questioned her place in the world, cut off from any other social contacts. While other children recieved their first Pokemon, she was busy studying. But all that changes when Alexis overhears a sinister conversation with her parents and an unknown leader. Now, Alexis has to discover what her "powers" are... before it's too late.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
CHAPTER ONE
My life began with a bubble. Well, at least that's my first recollection of being alive. Then came another one, and another. They all floated to the top of my cell, my prison. My head tipped up so I could watch them float. The way they drifted so peacefully to the top of my cage made me long to follow them, to break free of the chains that anchored me to the bottom of the test tube that was my birthplace. Of course, I had no idea what the world was about. My world was made up of the laboratory I was created in, and the scientists who posed as my parents.
As I grew and developed, I was the perfect child. Considerate and quiet, I did not talk back, or speak out of turn. My "parents", Steven and Irma, loved me. They created me, right? So they had to love me? I was wrong.
Every night, I'd wait until my dad's footsteps disappeared, throw off my covers, and peek over the high windowsill in my bedroom to the forest beyond the yard. At night, I'd come alive, just to see the Pokemon in the forest. Oddly enough, I was never taught about Pokemon, though I would see countless trainers passing by my house every day. Instead, my mind was drilled by math, science, and music. It was torture, reading and writing for hours on end, when I knew perfectly well that other children my age were beginning their Pokemon journey.
I was eleven when I had had enough. One night, I crept out of my bed, as silent as an Espeon on the prowl. My inquisitive nature had gotten the better of me, and I wondered what my parents did when I was asleep. So, my bare feet led me down the large flight of stairs that was conveniently hidden out of sight toward my parent's lab. A sudden disturbance in the air made me freeze where I stood. I'd always had a strong connection with the air currents around me, allowing me to know exactly what my parents planned to do before they even did it. And now, it stopped me from entering the main room of the lab.
"-of course Master. Yes, her studies are going well." My spine chilled when I heard my father's voice. It was cold and devoid of emotion, more so than usual. The air currents in the room rushed over me, but yet I stood, fixated, wanting to hear more of the conversation that my parents were in.
"Enough small talk," someone snapped angrily, and I could feel my parents cower in the room. The voice wasn't deep, nor was it burly, and yet I was terrified. There was an odd aura in the room, as if a dark presence was overshadowing the house I had lived in for my entire life. "Tell me. Does Alexis know?"
Know what? I silently asked myself, daring to creep toward the room further.
"No." Now my mother was speaking. I took a deep breath, but the oxygen rushing to my lungs didn't leave as I held my breath. Sure, she hadn't been the greatest mother, more willing to spend her days messing around with her hair than me, but she was the only mother I knew. I didn't want her to become the dark mother I had read about in terrifying tales. I didn't want her to become an evil step-mother.
"Good, good." Now the voice sounded greedy; I could easily imagine a tall, shadowed man rubbing thick hands that looked like they could slap me half to death; I shuddered involuntarily, but forced myself to listen on to my so called "parents". "Make sure she doesn't learn about her powers. She's the key part in my plan." A soft beep in the other room, and the coldness that had been emanating from the room disappeared.
I staggered back to my bedroom. I'd always known I was different from the rest of the world, but now I was the key in a sinister plot? The thought was overwhelming. And what about these so called "powers." Did they have anything to do with the fact that my parents had never allowed me to have friends, or to even venture beyond our property? A sudden rush of hate ran through me. Anger, betrayal, confusion, it was all there, directed at me. Why did I have to be born in a lab? Why did I have these "powers"? Why, why, why?
That's when I knew I had to escape my prison. I threw on my favorite outfit, a pretty green and black collared shirt coupled with a white miniskirt with some black shorts thrown underneath. My mother- I hated to use the word, yet I had no other way to describe her- had bought me the miniskirt, but, being me, had quickly added my shorts underneath. There was no way I'd be caught wearing a skirt that short.
Pulling on my fingerless gloves, I added my favorite red barrettes to my hair, one on each side, to keep the strands of my annoyingly plain brown hair out of my face. I never really wondered why my hair was brown, when both my parents' hair was black, but then again, that wouldn't be the first secret they've kept from me.
Finally adding the finishing touches to my run away letter, I stood for a moment in the doorway, fully packed bag slung over my shoulder and across my torso. My left hand was gripping the strap, and my right rested by my side. I was leaving… leaving for good. My letter rested neatly on my bed, and there was a small ring that my father had bought me when I was five. I thought that I would feel regret in the pit of my stomach, but no guilt washed over me. Only excitement yawned in my stomach, gnawing at my stomach. (Although that could have been because I hadn't eaten yet.) I turned and walked away. I didn't look back.