Ugh… I go on hiatus… come back… start writing… stop for another while… then when I finally feel like getting back to it, I fucking LOSE the flash drive I have my story on. Out of pure frustration, I wrote the first chapter of my future Pokémon story. I just had to write SOMETHING. So here, I'm letting you guys read it.

Where… where… am I? … I… shadows… running away… no… no! Don't… leave me…

The green liquid in the glass tank had drained through a hole in the bottom. The teen that was inside fell to his hands and knees, taking his first breath in over seven months. He suddenly collapsed. His limbs simply weren't strong enough to support his weight. He hadn't used them in so long.

Four tall men in white lab coats walked up to him, still on the ground. The boy managed to lift his head up to stare at them. Who were they? Why were they starring at him?

"Do you remember anything?" One of them asked. His voice was monotone. Emotionless.

The boy thought. Or rather, he would have, if he had had anything to think about. He couldn't remember anything leading up to this moment.

"Who… who am…" The boy tried to say. His voice was rasp. The scientist in front of him smirked evilly.

Three months later, all hell broke loose.

"EXPERIMENT KR-477 HAS ESCAPED!! HE WAS IN THE WEST CORRIDOOR!! ALL PERSONELL, I REPEAT, ALL PERSONELL ENTERCEPT THE EXPERIMENT!! HE MUST NOT LEA-"

Experiment KR-477 brought his now bleeding hand down from the intercom above him and kept running. He was dressed simply. He had a white t-shirt and torn up jeans. he had long brown hair that was normally swept across his face, (Although it could fall to his lips if he let it.) but right now it was flying behind him, he was running so fast. He had brown eyes, full of anger and determination. His bare feet provided extra traction as he sped down the tile-floored hallway.

Damn… I thought I would have had at least a few minutes to escape before they noticed I was gone… He thought to himself. He sprinted as fast as he could, and turned the corner. To guards stood there. Before they could even reach for their little walkie-talkies, he jumped and kneed them both in the face. They fell down in a crumpled heap on the floor.

The fourteen year old blur sped down the hallway, swiftly taking out guards and looking for an exit. Eventually he found one. Unfortunately, it led right of the edge of a cliff, and although that wouldn't have been a problem normally, there were twenty guards in between him and the edge. Without even thinking, he ran straight for them and took out half of them the the split second of surprise. He ducked low, sweeping his feet under one and brought his knee to his head as he fell.

Another one ran up behind him, but got an elbow to the ribs as a result. He fell to the ground, clutching his shattered ribcage. The boy twisted around, grabbing a hand reaching for him and pulled the guard around, sending him flying off the cliff. The boy jumped in the air, and back flipped behind another one of the conveniently stupid guards, and pushed him off the cliff as well with his feet.

The boy landed doing a handstand and let himself fall, rolling to the left and jumping up. One of the guards pulled out a tranquilized gun and shot at him. The boy dodged it with god-like speed and sped forward, grabbing the guards outstretched arm and twisted it behind him hard, dislocating it.

"It's over, KR." One of the guards said slowly and he held a gun at the back of his head suddenly. More guards on each side of the boy held more guns at him.

The boy ducked with impossible speed and swept and leg under himself, sending the guards on the sides tumbling off the edge. He slid under the last guards legs, just barley dodging the bullets shot at him. The boy twisted around the guard several times, hitting him in the stomach, back, arms, everywhere. He came up behind him, and jabbed and elbow sharply right on the man's third vertebrae.

The guard heard the boy speak just as he sank into death's grasp.

"And my name is Matthew."

The guard sunk down, the life gone from his eyes. Matthew looked down at his work, starring coldly at the dead and broken bodies around him. He didn't really know if Matthew was his name or not. He had been trying to remember his past, before he had come to the laboratory, (He had heard the guards talking about finding him in the desert) and two words came to him.

Matthew, and Zutechugan.

He didn't know what 'Zutechugan' meant, but he assumed 'Matthew' was his name. He slowly walked towards the edge of the cliff, and looked down. This was the first time he had ever seen outside. He looked down. He could just barely see the tops of the trees below him he was so high up.

"I think I saw him go this way!" Matthew heard from inside. No time to think about it. He had to do this he he wanted to get out of here.

Matthew was the first successful cross between a human, and a different species. After finding him in the desert, passed out, they used him as a test subject for many different experiments.

Matthew sighed. Suddenly two black wings shot out from slits cut in his shirt. Easily twice his arms length. Thousands of tiny feathers, each as black as the night sky, covered them. Matthew was the first successful cross between a human, and Pokémon.

"This way!"

Matthew jumped off the cliff in a swan dive. He could hear tranquilized darts shooting past him, but he didn't care. He was free. Free…

*Crash*

Ugh… The hell? Where am I?

*Crash*

That must be from the training area again.

*Crash*

Now Matthew could here yelling.

Ugh… crap… that must be my flight instructor coming to get me.

*Crash*

They must be having one hell of a fight in there

*Crash*

This time, a rock or two fell from the cave ceiling, hitting Matthew in the head. Then everything that happened came back to him. He escaped. He escaped! He was free!

*Crash*

Then what the hell was that noise?

*CRASH*

Matthew got up, but stumbled. A tranquilizer dart was sticking out of his leg. He pulled it out roughly, and shook himself.

*CRASH*

"What the HELL is that noise!?" Matthew said to himself as he started to walk outside.

"You! YOUR CLAN KILLED MY FATHER!! Do you know what it means to lose someone precious to you!? DO YOU!?" Yelled a voice from outside.

*CRASH*

Matthew peeked outside at saw a horrible sight. Two… what were those? Suddenly the name 'Mightyena' came to mind. But how did he know that? That didn't matter right now! What mattered was that two of those things were beating some poor little Pokémon to death! It was small and white-

Ralts.

SHUT UP, BRAIN!!

-but it was covered in blood. Matthew didn't have to know what was going on to know this was wrong.

One of the Mightyena raised its paw.

"DIE YOU PSYCHIC SCUM!!"

Matthew sped forward. The next ten seconds were a blur to him. Those things were fast. Really fast. The last thing he saw as he faded into unconsciousness was the Ralts looking over him and yelling for help. Matthew didn't bother asking himself why he could understand these Pokémon. He didn't have the will. He was just glad the Ralts was safe. The large gash between Matthew's wings throbbed, and he lost the will the stay awake.

There. Short, sweet and to the point. How do you feel about it? I had to relive my stress somehow. I actually liked writing this. Maybe I'll write for this when 'Ocarina of Time' is giving me writers block.

Anyway, review and whatnot.