The blood trills down the walls. It's the tears of the victims, the victims who don't make it out alive... crimson liquid now in a puddle generated by fear, misery, torture. Some dries. Some remains. Some adds. The blood belongs to a Charizard, painfully suffering before me. I could help him, but if I was to do that task, the other Pokémon would also be set under the same treatment, because this world is a dark abyss. For every one Pokémon that is helped, the rest are inflicted. It seems impossible to bear the constant shrieking of the creature, but somehow I manage to do so ... faster, louder, more paint added to the portrait of pain. And then I realize where it origins ... I am the one shrieking. It is buried deep within the layers of my soul...
Giovanni enters. He leers at me from the balcony; his ice-sheeted eyes upon mine. Mine probably appear as pools of lifelessness. I think that is what every human would see in a Pokémon. To them, we are slaves. Their progress is because of us, yet they get the credit. They get the pride for 'training' us. They do not train. An ethical being realizes that battles are not the answer; battles are simply a way to survive, for trainers are evil, and they'll hurt a Pokémon if the Pokémon refuses to obey.
Giovanni then leaves. He does this often. His reason behind it is unknown.
How I would love to kill him ... to make him feel the torture he makes us Pokémon experience. All of Team Rocket is this way. What they do to us Pokémon is degrading: They starve us. They beat us. They make his die in disgusting ways. They even sexually assault us... But what is the worst? When they abolish families. I have seen so many cases of this. There is no word that can describe it ... all I remember are blurred memories, yet the one about the Flareon and her litter is so vivid to me, because I was the one forced to do watch it ... a Rocket literally slashed the Flareon apart ... the puppies died the next morning for going without milk. They were only a week old.
Now tell me, are trainers all like this? I was born into a world where all humans are the children of Satan. I was brought up for world domination. I'm a weapon. That is all I am. Although, they did also want to test on me, so I suppose I'm a product of vivisection, also. And now I'm here, at Team Rocket Headquarters, where I'm forced to battle Pokémon. I feel torn inside when I am forced to battle Pokémon. My strength is superior to theirs. It destroys their dignity.
This only makes me wonder what Mew had to go through. Did she experience anything, or was she always a phantom free from the hands of darkness?
It is the innocent who suffer. It seems that, no matter what, evil always gets the right of way.
Mankind is cruel...
Mankind is the abode of cruelty.
Giovanni enters. He leers at me from the balcony; his ice-sheeted eyes upon mine. Mine probably appear as pools of lifelessness. I think that is what every human would see in a Pokémon. To them, we are slaves. Their progress is because of us, yet they get the credit. They get the pride for 'training' us. They do not train. An ethical being realizes that battles are not the answer; battles are simply a way to survive, for trainers are evil, and they'll hurt a Pokémon if the Pokémon refuses to obey.
Giovanni then leaves. He does this often. His reason behind it is unknown.
How I would love to kill him ... to make him feel the torture he makes us Pokémon experience. All of Team Rocket is this way. What they do to us Pokémon is degrading: They starve us. They beat us. They make his die in disgusting ways. They even sexually assault us... But what is the worst? When they abolish families. I have seen so many cases of this. There is no word that can describe it ... all I remember are blurred memories, yet the one about the Flareon and her litter is so vivid to me, because I was the one forced to do watch it ... a Rocket literally slashed the Flareon apart ... the puppies died the next morning for going without milk. They were only a week old.
Now tell me, are trainers all like this? I was born into a world where all humans are the children of Satan. I was brought up for world domination. I'm a weapon. That is all I am. Although, they did also want to test on me, so I suppose I'm a product of vivisection, also. And now I'm here, at Team Rocket Headquarters, where I'm forced to battle Pokémon. I feel torn inside when I am forced to battle Pokémon. My strength is superior to theirs. It destroys their dignity.
This only makes me wonder what Mew had to go through. Did she experience anything, or was she always a phantom free from the hands of darkness?
It is the innocent who suffer. It seems that, no matter what, evil always gets the right of way.
Mankind is cruel...
Mankind is the abode of cruelty.