Greetings, everyone. Yes, I'm back after a while of inactivity and I'm happy to let you know that, along with the launch of this story, Infinite WILL be getting a second chapter. When it will be released, I do not know. I have to take my time with it. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this story. On with it then!

Italics will always be thoughts.

POV: Viro

As I sit in solitary, I let out a long, drawn-out sigh. I'm just waiting for the time to pass so I can leave this place and get back to my much comfier cell. Oh, right. Name's Viro, don't ask me why. I'm a Servine Pokemorph. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's strange to hear about a middle staged Pokemorph. They're not that common. Whatever. Anyways, yeah, solitary. Really fucking terrible to be honest. And yeah, I'm in prison. I got here by shooting up a building owned by the father of the girl who raped me. Super fucking worth it, by the way. Killed a few guards, really. That's my whole charge simplified. Wonder where Valerie went. She's this super sexy Lopunny Pokemorph who put me in here. She never speaks. Ever. Adds to her intimidation factor, something that is already helped by the fact she can fight the 3 toughest guys in prison and walk away with no injuries, while the guys were almost killed. Yeah. No way am I refusing her demand to follow her to solitary. I don't wanna die, actually. Running my hand through my green hair, I finally decide to just sleep. It's really late, and I probably won't be getting out of here til tomorrow. I laid on the floor, closing my eyes as I started to doze off.

POV SWITCH: Valerie

I sat patiently as the Warden, a Watchog Pokemorph with short stature and an even shorter fuse, perused the files I brought to this meeting. "Valerie," he started, looking up from the files, "I trust you. I really do. It's just...! This is incredibly risky, and I can't be assured that everything will go well, and for a project like this to be approved, I have to believe that."

"Sir." I said. "How else are we going to address the underground crime circles that have been happening lately? We need people who can think like them, and we need these prisoners to do it."

"I understand that, it's just-"

"It will also help by reducing your stress levels. You won't have to look out for these prisoners anymore. Your spouse has told me that it's starting to physically affect you." The Warden thought, eyes closed, for a while. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"Fine. Fine. One singular fuckup, and you're fired and those prisoners go back to rotting in here."

"Yes, sir." I responded, saluting. I left the room before he could change his mind, slightly content that my project had been approved of. Time to get the others.

I first approached a fireproof cell, whose resident, a Ninetales Pokemorph named Ellie, was an arsonist who burned down an office building, killing hundreds, for the fun of it. She even went out of her way to name several of her victims at the trial before she was deemed guilty. "Ellie?" I called. I didn't get an answer until a few seconds later, when the aforementioned arsonist pressed her face against the bars. "Hi Val. Having some fun after hours with some prisoners? So many good-looking ones to choose from, and you picked me? I'm shocked!" She laughed.

"Don't flatter yourself." I glared as I unlocked her cell, but not her handcuffs. "Follow me. We're going somewhere."

"Ooh, is good girl Val breaking rules? I just can't believe it!"

"Actually, this was approved by the Warden. So I'm not." We next came to a standard cell, holding a bookish, intelligent Gardevoir Pokemorph named Cora. Cora had been imprisoned for stealing a book from a bookstore, then shooting the clerk after he called the police. She didn't resist arrest and pleaded guilty at the trial. "Cora. Up. We're going somewhere." Cora fearfully obeyed without resistance, and we next picked up Bruce, a Machop Pokemorph who robbed jewel stores to fuel his own vanity and ego. He, of course, didn't take too kindly to being ordered around by me, but complied nonetheless. A trip to solitary first brought us Marcel, a Gabite Pokemorph who was a serial killer who didn't discriminate. Women, children, Pokemon, Pokemorphs, anyone. No one was safe from him. Even more horrifying was that he killed several officers before his arrest using just throwing knives, his preferred weapon. He was silent as he followed us to the second prisoner's solitary cell. Lika was her name, and she was a Braixen Pokemorph a lot like Ellie in personality. She was a serial rapist who managed to get away with the act for a few years. One of her last targets was the occupant of the last solitary cell. I opened it to find my last prisoner sleeping on the floor. "Wakey wakey," I spoke as he began to stir.

POV SWITCH: Viro

I awoke to find Valerie and Marcel standing over me. I nearly shit myself. The two most intimidating people in the prison had me cornered in a solitary cell. Well, this is it. I thought. I'm dead. Surprisingly, though, Valerie simply spoke to me. "Now that you're awake, get up. We're going somewhere." Intimidated, I got in my feet and Valerie led me and the rest of the strange group (and Lika, which terrified me) out of the prison and into a van, where we all piled in and Valerie and Marcel sat at the front. She began to drive us away from the prison, and as we ventured into the blackness of the night, I thought one thing: I definitely prefer solitary.

So, that was it! Leave a review if you want (no pressure), but I'm eager to hear your thoughts.