"I always said I had done horrible things in the name of science. I never said I had stopped."
xx-Jan-xxxx Unova Region
Brushing my hands on my lab coat, I sighed. There was still so much left of my experiment to complete. Not that anything in science is ever truly complete, of course.
When I decided to try my hand at adventuring with my Pokémon, I found that I got bored far too easily. Even catching and evolving them was only interesting for so long. I had spent about a month of my time dedicated solely to understanding this process, but then I was done. I quickly cracked the secret of what so many Pokémon professors tried their whole lives to grasp the basics of. It didn't matter, though. They were all idiots anyways.
Eventually, after a little bit of "soul searching", I decided to come back to experimenting on Pokémon. Not under Team Plasma, of course, and not mind control like I had been doing before. Blegh. I'm no longer really interested in that. No, what I chose to do was something much more medical. It also involved just a little bit more... blood.
"Help!"
I sighed as the noise snapped me out of my inner monologue. The girl was crying out for help again. If she wasn't careful, she would wake the Vivillion I had had imported for my experiments, and that wouldn't be any good. I wasn't exactly rich, so it was being held in a pretty delicate glass container. If it woke up, it would escape. Hell if I know what it would do to the ecosystem in this area.
As I walked over to the room where the girl was being held, I glanced down at the tablet I held in my hands. It didn't look very good for me right now, at least financially. Making a decent living as a scientist was pretty difficult, especially since Officer Jenny had to be kept in the dark about what I was doing. I hadn't bothered to inquire as to whether or not what I was doing was legal, so I kept quiet in order to reduce complications. There was no moral dilemma on my part, despite what the average citizen might think. I do everything for scientific progress, so if it fulfils my criteria, I don't have any qualms with it.
"Please, somebody help!"
She was shouting even more, her voice becoming even more hoarse by the minute.
"Oh, hush, Cythnia," I said, striding into the room confidently, "There's nothing to worry about! I'm not the enemy here. That was Team Plasma, and they are no more. What I'm doing... it's for science. You should be elated, not panicked."
"I'm not elated, idiot, because you kidnapped me on my vacation to Unova!"
"I'm no idiot, just as you are not. We are both extremely intelligent, although my pride insists that I am more intelligent than you."
"Are you trying to be sexist?"
"No more than you are," I replied, "You were simply the most convenient person to use in my initial test. The bonus was that you happened to be one of the most competent people I have ever met, as well as one of the most skilled. The latter comes of you being a former League Champion, I would imagine."
"I'm flattered, but I'm still unnerved, which happens to be pretty far from 'elated'."
"Just relax. Your immense brain power should help you cope with what I'm going to do far more than any sedative."
"Wait," she interjected, "You aren't going to have a Pokémon use Sing or anything like that?"
"Why would I need to? It's much faster without doing that."
With great care, I lifted the massive bell jar that was being used to contain the Vivillion. It stirred, and I froze. Having it escape would be disastrous. Instead of waking, it simply settled its body into a new position on its perch. I released a sigh of relief.
"Now, while I do this, I'll tell you a story," I said.
I grabbed the drowsy Vivillion by its midsection with my right hand, shocking it awake. It tried to escape by fluttering and flapping its powerful wings, but I didn't relent. I'm actually pretty proud that I was able to hold on to it. With my left hand, I held a small, but rather sharp, scalpel.
"In ancient times, before people and Pokémon possessed their current relationship, they had very little biological differences."
Cynthia frowned.
"What does this have to do with anything?"
Rather than answer her question, I just smiled and continued the story.
"Because of this, they were practically one and the same. When I read about this, I thought that perhaps the genetic sequences are still similar enough to work together. That, Cynthia, is where you come in."
Her eyes widened, but not entirely with fear. Mostly, it was of understanding. She was actually able to figure out where I was going with this, and that somewhat surprised me.
With a quick flick of my left hand, I deftly separated the captive Vivillion from its precious set of wings. They fell gently to the floor, all while twitching violently and leaking blood. The Vivillion itself was screeching in pain as it tried to cope with what was happening to it. Thankfully, shock took very little time to set in, and it ceased its horrible crying. I put it back under the bell jar, and then retrieved its powerful wings from the floor. They hadn't stopped bleeding yet.
Somehow, Cythnia looked completely unfazed. I had figured that this would frighten and appall her, but none of it seemed to. After a moment or two, she spoke up.
"So, are you going to get it over with? Some of us want to get out of here."
I grinned, perhaps a little too widely.
"You think you're prepared to deal with what's going to happen, but I promise you this: You cannot even imagine how it will hurt."