I always suck starting new stories (which is why the other two I've posted I haven't done anything with), this chapter is not as good as I would like it to be, but still it seems to be a decent beginning. So... Read! AND Review!

"Hey, wanna play?" said the ever so annoying squirtle next to me.

"Go away." was my ever so curt reply.

"You're not very nice." With that the water type ran to the other side of the cage causing the other occupant; a bulbasaur to glare at me.

'If you had everything stolen from you, you wouldn't be either." I thought as a I leaned against the unnatural bars that served as a prison. Unlike the others who had been raised all their life in confinement, I had grown up in freedom.

Footsteps alerted me to one of the humans approaching. With any luck they wouldn't try to bother me today after I had almost burned off one of their hands yesterday. The human set opened the cage and put down three bowls of 'food'; if one could call it that, on the other side. The squirtle and bulbasaur eagerly dug into theirs, but I paid the poison no mind. Instead I looked around, memorizing the spots where the humans were. Had it not been for the bars absorbing the fire from my attacks, I would have tried to roast them.

The little silence that the food had brought about was interrupted by the squirtle carrying the bowl that was meant for me over to my corner. "Hey! Cheer up! I brought you your food!"

"Good. Now leave me alone."

'They wouldn't last a day on their own... So dependent on the humans... its disgraceful.

"Okay! Hey bulbasaur, wanna play!"

I curled up and went to sleep. I would need my energy to escape tomorrow.

When I woke up, I noticed only a couple of hours had passed. The other two pokemon looked excited and were staring at a group of humans that had just came into the room. 'Great, more of them.'

Upon seeing my wake up the squirtle was immediately in my face jumping up and down in excitement. "It's time! It's time!" I gave him a punch which sent him skidding across the floor.

"Time for what?" I growled.

The turtle shook off my attack and replied in the happiest voice he could muster. "We get trainers!"

'For a life of captivity? At least it would make escaping easier.' I thought as I looked back at the three people who had walked in; who were now talking to the human in charge of the prison. Two males and one female. The female looked like she was being forced into it. 'Which I wouldn't put past humans to force their own children to do something.' She was wearing a bright yellow and green pelt; it hurt to look at. The next person was the youngest of the three and looked ready to burst from excitement. He was wearing a blue pelt over his legs and a short red pelt. The last person looked like he was just bored. This one was wearing a sand colored pelt and a gray pelt; similar to the other male's.

"Okay, I believe that's everything you need to know about these three. Any questions?"

The girl's hand shot up. "Why's that one lizard so mean to that turtle?"

I growled, she could have at least got the species' right.

"Well... She wasn't born in captivity. We think that something happened earlier in her life. I'm not too sure about giving her to a trainer as she... can be rather uncooperative. If none of you want her then I'll see if I can order another shipment of starters, but there's no telling when that would get here."

I growled at the human. 'Damn right something happened! You stole me from my home!'

The male wearing the sand colored pelt spoke up. "I'll take her."

I smirked at myself, I was going to make his life a living hell and then escape back to freedom.

The other three humans looked at him in surprise. "Are you sure? She's pretty violent..."

"You can't be serious! You mean you actually want that monster! Look at what it did to that poor squirtle!" Said squirtle was jumping up and down in excitement for me.

"You got a trainer! I knew you would! I wonder which one wants me!" It was painfully obvious how captivity degraded one's mind. All the squirtle was going on about was how wonderful his master was going to be... It was getting on my nerves.

My plan to butcher the offending turtle was cut short when the humans walked over to the cage, holding the prison balls that I knew all too well. "How about you two? which one will you take?" They made it sound like we were tools... Well, with how mindless the other two were that wouldn't surprise me; but I was no one's tool. I glared at the adult human who said that but he paid me no mind.

"I can't believe you'd willingly take that monster... The plant one looks innocent enough, I'll take that one." She really had no idea what she was doing, did she? I almost felt sorry for the bulbasaur... Until I reminded myself it was bred to be a slave.

"You'll take the grass-type bulbasaur? Alright, I guess that leaves you with the water-type squirtle." The human picked some more of the prison balls up and handed some to each of the other three humans along with some strange box. "Here are their pokeballs, go ahead and recall them when you're ready. I suggest you get to know them a little first though; they each have a rather distinct personality."

'No really?' Of course we have personalities, despite what you wanted to make us, we are individuals... Now humans on the other paw, that's a different story. They all seemed like greedy bastards to me who wanted control.

"I'l... I'll get to know it later!" The girl called the bulbasaur into the prison ball, grabbed what she had been given and walked out. The other young human of the three walked over to the squirtle and started to go and on about how they were going to be the best. I stopped listening when the third human walked over and stood just out of my reach.

He crouched down to my eye level, "Hey... Look, I know that you don't like others. I also get that you don't seem to like humans very much. I'm not going to make you like me, but I would at least like it if you helped me catch another pokemon who I could use in your place." So he admitted that he needed my help... why should I?

I growled and I could feel the flames start to build up in my mouth, but to my surprise he didn't seem like he cared. "Alright, I'll be blunt. Whether we like it or not, we're stuck together. I choose you to be my partner because I think I can understand what's happened to you better than the other two could." He paused and seemed to be remembering something; let's see what excuse he'll make. Humans have always lied to get their way, why should he be any different? "Last year my family had some very valuable stuff stolen from us... We're in a pretty desperate place right now and I promised my parents that I would go on this journey to get back some of the money we lost so I could help my family. To do this I need a pokemon who is a competent battler and... one who is willing to be my friend. Could you help me to at least catch a second pokemon? I don't really care what you do after that, but I would prefer it if you stuck around."

He sounded sincere, but like I said humans can never be trusted. If he was telling the truth then he was worth helping though... I would watch him. One wrong move and I'm gone. "Fine." I got rid of the fire I had been preparing, but continued to glare at him.

"I'll take that as a yes. Alright, seeing as you most likely hate the people in this lab I'm going to recall you into your pokeball for now. But I promise I'll let you out the moment I find somewhere away from other people." He was smarter than I thought. I certainly did hate the humans here; still that did not make it any more comforting when the beam of energy hit me and I was sucked into the nether of the prison ball.