A lone man sat in his clean lab with a wide variety of chemicals surrounding him; fluctuating in sizes and shapes. The room he sat in had an unwelcoming air to it, with dull gray walls and machines, big and small everywhere. Even though he had a state-of-the-art lab, with the newest and best computer model, he seemed to be handwriting a letter. The Internet was too public for the letter he was writing.

Everything is going as planned. The new and improved healing item for the Pokémon of the world is in development. I have made much progress today; however, I will need to take a few days testing my serum, for it may not function properly. I will be taking it with me to the forest for testing on the local Pokémon. I do not wish to use Pokémon as lab-rats, but I would rather test on a wild Pokémon than a Pokémon a person is attached to, for it would ruin our company.

I will eagerly let you know when my serum is complete, for it shall revolutionize healing Pokémon. I chose to write this time instead of E-mail because I do not want the hackers that dwell on the Internet to gain knowledge of what I am doing or making. Together, we shall make the world a little better.

-Clark

After Clark read the letter, he snickered at all the lies he had fit into this one brief note. "Healing item. What a joke," Clark mumbled quietly, "These monsters should not be healed. They had no right to live in this world!" Clark continued, growing angrier with every word he spoke, "If it weren't for them-" he stopped himself mid-sentence, took a deep breath, and regained his composure.

He would not let his anger get a hold of him. The part of him not wanting to harm another trainer's Pokémon had been true, but mostly out of the fear of being caught by the authorities after he used it. No, he would need to perfect it in the privacy of the nearby forest, where the wild Pokémon would not be missed.

After he sealed the letter in an envelope, Clark grabbed a few of the vials around him; some of them held viscous liquids, others filled with a thin liquid; varying in colors. He took the vials over to a desk that he had on the other side of the room. On the desk sat a lone beaker, filled with a thick liquid, black as night. He poured two or three drops of liquid from each of the chemicals he had with him, careful to make sure he poured the proper amounts from each vial into his concoction.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he recorded what chemicals he put in today in a notebook he had nearby. If there happened to be a flaw, he would know what he has done already, and so he would not need to go back to square one.

This was his form of healing the world. Curing it of the plague that is Pokémon. This serum, this virus would kill any Pokémon that encountered it in a matter of days, ensuring just enough time to pass it to more Pokémon. Just to make sure, he ran the test again to confirm that the liquid would not be lethal to humans. The last thing he needed was to wipe the human race out while wiping out the Pokémon. It tested clear. The virus would die if it were exposed to a human, and based off the chemicals he put in the serum. He deducted that it would give the human no more than a little rash if he got it. Clark was unaware, however, that his deduction was inaccurate.

Clark poured the vial of poison into a syringe and then injected it into a few oran berries. Putting the serum into oran berries would make feeding them to wild Pokémon a lot easier than trying to gas them or other, more tedious techniques. He stuck the berries into a plastic bag, tucking it into his pocket.

He grabbed his keys and walked out the door of his lab, locking the door behind him. He then proceeded to walk down a well-lit hall.

He went through the door at the end of the hallway and looked at his surroundings. He was in the main lobby of his work. He worked at a lab designed for making trainer's lives easier. There were four floors to this large company's building; one dedicated to the science and making of Pokeballs, including making better ones that could be bought by anyone; one dedicated to TMs and HMs; and the floor he worked on, dedicated to making new healing items for Pokémon.

Here, items like revives, max revives, and potions were developed. His boss had given him his own lab to do his work in after he had promised to create a revolutionary new potion that anyone could afford. He created several weaker ones that cost a bit less than the ones already being manufactured, but he insisted he needed his own workspace. After seeing he was capable, his boss complied.

The fourth floor was where his boss worked, managing the company. It was also where the employees would take a break, eat lunch, and idle. The entire place had a very modern feeling, with technology at every turn. From computer upon computer to the giant TV that explained what his company was about and what they did. The building itself looks like functionality was focused on first, then someone tried to make it look decent at best.

The walls were painted a beige color, with the concrete floor being sloppily covered in white carpets. He walked over to a nearby desk where a middle-aged woman was typing on a computer, setting up appointments and taking phone calls.

"Give this to the boss," Clark asked politely, setting the envelope on her desk. She nodded, still on the phone. She may be busy, but she always gets her job done.

Clark walked out the front door and headed to where he parked his car; a black convertible that seated five. The car was kept in the best condition possible, constantly being washed and always looking amazing. That was most of the reason Clark's son, Michael, always asked to use it. Clark had promised his son he could take it out with some friends, which is why his testing of his serum would have to wait.

He loved his son more than he hated Pokémon. His revenge could wait a day. He checked his watch. It was about 5:30 and he promised his son he would be home by six.

He drove in silence, fantasizing about finally ridding the world of those monsters people called Pokémon. He was so caught up in his daydream that he hadn't noticed he was approaching a red light until the last second. He slammed on his breaks, causing him to spring forward, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt.

Clark did not notice as the baggy of berries fell out of his pocket and under the seat from the sudden lurch.

All right! I redid the prologue! Because the first one sucked! Some things to note: I do not own Pokemon. Also, I had HUGE help from Pigeoncracker and Hyperjade. Seriously this would continue to suck if it weren't for those two. Go check their channels out. Both of them are amazing at writing. I appreciate you giving my little story a chance, it really means a lot to me. More than you think. Leave a review, they are greatly appreciated! Again, go check out Hyperjade and Pigeoncracker. They are incredible.