Baby Zorua, where are you?
I had you, but then you were gone.
That damn Team Plasma took you, straight out of my arms mere minutes after your birth.
They have been doing this for years.
I'm sick of it.
I shifted into the form of a Plasma Grunt that I had knocked out, and just walked into their hideout. The security was a joke. All you had to do was dress up like one of those clowns and they'd let you just walk in.
The best part was no one even questioned my presence. I looked like I belonged. That was, until the "prince" came waltzing down the hall. He could sense that I wasn't human. He stopped when I tried to slip by. He turned, and ripped the hood from my head. The shock made me shift back to Pokemon form, and I froze.
A group of grunts saw what was happening and sounded an alarm. "After it!" I sprinted down the hall, to where I could sense baby Zorua's presence. As I ran, I managed to look back. The prince was gone, but a Zoroark like me was chasing after me. I did my best to run faster, but there wasn't much I could do.
I turned a corner, hoping to lose the Zoroark, but its reaction time was too quick. I felt Zorua's presence in a room coming up on the left, so I slowed down, and suddenly turned, stopping in front of Zoroark. Although it's reaction time was quick, it was running to fast to stop so quickly. I sharpened my claws, holding them out in front of me. Zoroard collided with my claws, a small pool of blood gathering beneath us. I used a Night Shade attack combined with a couple of quick Slash's, and Zoroark seemed too injured to battle any longer.
I slammed my fist onto a control panel that sat next to the door. The steel door slid open, revealing five Team Plasma grunts standing around a small Pokemon stretcher. Zorua sat on top.
Baby Zorua, there you are.
I have you, now you are not lost.
That damn Team Plasma took you, and now they will pay.
I stormed into the room, the grunts arming themselves with handguns, failing to aim properly in their fright. I sharpened my talons, crushing two of them with a single swipe. A bullet managed to connect with my arm, sending a splash of blood splattered onto the wall behind me. I turned to the grunt that had shot me and I roared. He dropped his gun and collapsed in fear. I pounced onto him, driving a claw into his neck.
The last two grunts ran out of the room screaming in horror, and I stumbled over to Zorua on the stretcher. The baby woke up, sensing its mother's presence. Baby Zorua smiled, jumping into my arms. We walked out in peace, every single member of Team Plasma standing back in fear – even the prince.
Baby Zorua, here we are.
We are together, let us live in peace.
That damn Team Plasma, even they will not bother us, now.