Hey everyone! this is just my second story on here, so cut me some slack if it isn't the quality material you were looking for. This is an idea that came into my head after rereading my Mewtwo One-shot. More or less the Genesect's resurrection from their point of view. Hope you all enjoy!
He was alive. He knew he wasn't before, he knew that he should be happy to breath once again, but he wasn't. The reason was a simple one actually, he knew he was wrong.
Wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Hestared at the area surrounding it. It was smooth, like stone, but on touching it, he knew that it was stronger than stone could ever be. Wrong, he thought.
He heard a noise and turned. Standing behind him were four creatures. Somehow, he knew they were like himself, which meant that they also were wrong.
The others appeared to be thinking the same thing, for they were comparing themselves to those closest. As a whole, they seemed to be made out of the
same material as the room they were in: cold, strong, and wrong. As well, they each had a strange looking protrusion on their back. It was something that was
unfamiliar, but it radiated power. He knew power was good. Power made one stronger. The strong lived, while the weak became prey to the strong.
Suddenly, he tensed, then turned around slowly. In the wild, you had to know when you were being watched, because it usually meant you were being hunted.
One wall of the room was clear, as if there was no wall at all. Through the clear area, he could see creatures... creatures that were staring at him with looks of triumph
on their faces. He could hear snippets of things they were saying to each other, not that he could make any sense of it. "...it actually worked...the Alpha male...staring
at us...the most powerful Pokemon ever..."
He was confused by the meaning of these noises, but didn't necessarily care, either. What he wanted to know was why he and his fellow look-a-likes were trapped in
this room, while the other creatures were not. Suddenly something clicked. The reason why the creatures weren't captive as well...was because they were the ones
who trapped them here! He was furious. THEY were the cause of it! THEY were the reason it and its brethren were like this! THEY were the reason they were wrong!
Without realizing it, the weapon on his back began to whine, then released a deadly looking ball of energy at the creatures. Instead of hitting them, the ball collided
with the barrier in-between it and its target. the wall exploded with a shattering sound, and when the smoke cleared there was nothing protecting the creatures from
their fate. He turned to the others behind him, who had taken defensive positions. "They did this to us! They are enemies! Enemies must be destroyed!"
The others didn't even hesitate, and the creatures stood no chance. During the justification of their perpetrators, memories resurfaced in all of them. They had done
this before, they had defeated enemies on their own, yet as a single unit. They were a pack. A pack that knew each of its strengths and weaknesses. A pack that
understood each-other to the point where they could predict each individual's actions without fail. A pack that never - not in a million years - fell to its foes.
They would defeat these enemies, like they had countless others, then return to the place where they were safe no matter what: Home.