The Secret
Have you ever just sat and wondered? I mean really just sat there, stared at the billowing sovereign clouds across an ethereally blue sky, wondered where they've been, what they've seen, and how long they have left to live? Did you ever think that maybe, just perhaps, you didn't belong in the world? Like you were an outcast, simply because maybe, deep down, you knew something about life that no human was supposed to know? I know I sure have, and through being affiliated with the world's largest organized crime syndicate, and being a member of it's lowest and most vile, putrid and hated by all other rockets rank, you have a lot of time to yourself just to ponder the workings of this thing we jokingly call life.
People think I'm stupid, there's no doubting that, but I know in my heart exactly how smart I am, and I think it's a curse. I feel so alienated, like everyone is in a completely different class than I am, as if I was sent here from a different world. I like to elaborate on that occasionally, make up stories when I can't sleep at night about the handsome young hero in the middle of a bitterly torn and conflicted world of flights of fantasy, legends, and intangible dreams and magic. I can even make myself smile as I send myself to the world I've crafted inside of my psyche, I can see my real mother and father, people who love me with all of their heart and soul, crying as the chief priest, or maybe a powerful sorcerer of the royal family, sends their darling baby boy to a world where he'll be safe, until he can return to liberate his true home from the ultimate evil.
I always see things that other people don't, like things that other people scorn, and I almost feel as if I have a deeper understanding of the world. Others absorb themselves in daily toils, making a living, or even so far as to be "in" to things like the most popular music, or obsessed with their Pokemon. I know that those creatures know something us humans don't. They're ancient, and divinely wise, and they have a mythical, magic quality about them, and you can just see the mischief and obvious scorn toward our race in their eyes.
I wish I knew what they know, and sometimes, I think I do, but I just can't realize exactly what it is, or even if it is a particular thought, maybe just a feeling. There are very few people who actually learn the secret of Pokemon, and those who manage to decipher the message embedded in their brains since birth, become legends in the Pokemon world. I don't believe any of these rare souls exist now, but I hope to become one of them, along with someone else who has the gift.
I always felt so indisputably different from everyone, for while they busied themselves with being popular, or their studies, or even the latest trends and gossip, I stayed mostly to myself at school, writing stories, poetry, the occasional drawing, until one fateful day. She came the first semester of my second year at Pokemon tech, and though she shunned other people as I had, only in her own uniquely violent way, and I knew when I looked into her gorgeous sapphire eyes, I saw a friend. In fact, I know she saw the same thing in me, because one the very first day of school for her, she found me in the cafeteria, alone as usual and sat next to me.
I didn't know about the gift then, but my subconscious sensed it in her, and hers in me, and we instantly became friends, best friends, partners, soul mates, together forever. She led a hard life just as I, and we were forced to join Team Rocket in the end, as an escape route, a steady job where we could have contact with many different Pokemon, to try and bring out the secret hidden within our souls. Of course crime wasn't exactly the best way to solve things, but we didn't have any other alternatives, we both shared a mutual disgust for the regime at Pokemon tech consisting of merely scientific fact. We weren't taught any kind of literature, or philosophy, it was pure and simple logic.
We were expected to memorize and recite every status change, every attack, every evolution level, every everything, in short, become a living breathing non thinking Pokedex. Well Jess and I would have none of that, so naturally, we rebelled in our ownCreative fashion.
It was then we met the twerps Those egotistical, blindly righteous, insensitive and sadistic little brats, who felt that they too, had the gift. They didn't even know what it was, and they still don't. The only one who was so tragically close I actually shed tears for one bitter night, was Brock. I often talked about him, and my partners and friends felt the correlative sympathy for the young breeder, for his gift had been stifled by the presence of a greater ignorance, never to be awakened again. It had burned so low, that the strong bonds with his own Pokemon were as close as he would ever get to knowing what it was.
The Pikachu is a different story. It too, was sadistic, power hungry, not unlike the man that we referred to as "Boss." I knew, deep in my soul, what the rodent's true intentions were, it was so attached to Ash because it fed off of his primitive and determined stubbornness. That little Pokemon knew that that kid was far too stupid and adamant about winning to realize the true intentions of the Pokemon he felt was at his disposal. As soon as he finds out, he's done for, but I doubt that will ever happen, that kid is too stupid to realize that he does not have a talent for training.
I often wonder how people can go on with their lives, especially incredibly ignorant people, who seem to wallow in it, and are so saturated in it follows them everywhere like an aura. Sometimes I think humans aren't meant to inhabit the world, and maybe, the reason Pokemon die, is because of human influence. It seems like one big fluke that humanity exists, and when you look at the big scheme of things, eternity is such a long time, and one human life it like a grain of sand, floating in the great sea of the Sahara desert, or a single drop of water in the limitless oceans of the world, and one just has to wonder. Why are we here if one person wouldn't be around long enough to really accomplish anything? I mean, how many people have made great discoveries, based upon the works of someone who preceded them? Why do our bodies wear out so quickly? Is it because we don't know of the gift? Are the stresses, and pain, which are a part of our everyday life, what cause our bodies to wither away and die?
I know if I lost my Jessie, my life would become a meaningless monotony of motions, leaving me emotionally dead to the world for eons to come. I'd shrivel away in a matter of milliseconds, my fire, my spirit, my soul, never to return again. That's why I know, if I could only realize what my gift is, if Jessie could realize hers, we could be immortal, all knowing, omnipotent and benevolent forces to be reckoned with, but perhaps humans have lost touch with whatever we were created with so long ago, that the power has so dwindled with age, that not even the person most in touch with it know how to consummate it and manifest it into reality. I wish Jess and I could know, but if we can't, then what does that say for humanity?
