"You've become are part of me! You'll always be right here. I can't separate! Myself from what I've done. Giving up a part of me, I let myself become you! I've let myself become lost in mind of these thoughts of you. Giving up a part of me, I've let myself become part of you!"
-Linkin Park
It was dark in the room, the full moon shinning through the bars, but only revealing so little. The figure that was human kept himself from the moon's light, as if it was death's welcome. His eyes hidden in darkness eyed the moon with awe and sorrow at the same time in the cold, cold room. "I still can't believe," he thought to himself, "How much has happened in such a short amount of time. It only seemed like yesterday that they dragged me here, only seemed like I just got out of this nightmare and faced another one, another yet bigger nightmare."
He sighed, the memory of his past, of freedom itself haunted him as if some plague. He used to be a student in Lilycove City in Hoenn, training to be a trainer as well with his team that he collected since the age of ten. Before he was captured, he had hit the age of fifteen in late December. He was tall and thin for his age, a trait coming from his father. His thin shaggy hair was always trimmed for the sea's weather by his mom, who he also shared the trait of green eyes with. Life was good, this very thought shook him at how good it was. School went well, friends seemed to be there when needed, and trouble seemed to stay away, till that one day.
"A country wide contest, a contest to make the best science essay," the victim continued, "But of course, why not? A contest that secretly 'they' could watch what came in, anything that seemed good they could use for their own greed." 'They' was a secret and independent group of rebels who remained secret, observing people like the Rockets, seeing what plans of been failed by them. They didn't have a known name, they were just called the secret team. The contest itself could give them ideas as to what to make or try, and one stood out the most. "It was mine, of all the others over energy, machines, my hybrid theory was chosen as the winner.
"It still echoes in my mind. I, the winner of that stupid contest was to be given a trip to a science lab, no lie there. As the limo came in front of the school, I stood with the principal beside me, making sure it wasn't a stranger. The passenger came out, who looked so young and dressed in a black uniform. He opened the door for me and asked me to step in to take a seat till they brought me to the lab. Everything during the ride seemed great, besides the fact that it was out of town. Even the scientist who was my tour guide for the whole tour didn't seem suspicious. But it was at the very end that they brought me into a locked room, just himself with me and, he told me this stupid plan.
"'Have you ever dream,' he said to me, looking at the wall like something was there, 'What it would be like to have an army of super powerful humans?' I gave him an odd look before he faced me with an evil face, 'I'm happy you gave us a great idea for a hybrid, and I'm sure you would be happy if you became as one of the experiments.'
"At that point, I was scared, I wanted to run, but where? We were trapped in that room, the lock being able to open from the inside. As he came up to me, I was numb, I couldn't move anything to get away. 'Tell me,' he said with greed in his voice, his hands on my shoulder, 'What do you dream of becoming the most? Perhaps a subject to your hybrid idea, hmm? Well then, I hope you don't mind this treat.' It was then that something filled the air, I couldn't breath, and when I tried, my lungs filled with something warming yet heavy. The madman didn't seem affected at all though. So there I fell, into a deep sleep to wake up in a nightmare."
The victim leaned back against the brick wall, his mind growing tired from the painful memories. The dream that the madman said though wasn't answered, and they felt he would be privileged to be one of their best men in their so called army, but it was the deepest nightmare for him.
As time went by, his eyes grew heavier and heavier till he closed them and fell to a sleep, his nightly nightmares returning once again.