"I always hated the angel wings. They were just another title for another set of select few. The place where I live, called Valor, is lorded over by this institution called the Nightlight Association. They're a 'modern day' replacement for the guilds in ancient days. Two kingdoms, Verity and Valor, had them as law enforcement, mailmen, and a bunch of other things. It's the driving muscle of the government, and a strong one at that. They're invincible."
A lone pokemon rustled half asleep.
"I'd know. Their branch called 'The Angels' is a small team of pokemon that have abilities outside what their biology allows. Together, they're simply invincible plain and simple. Unlike them, I just had to be born on the wrong side of the world."
The pokemon tossed and turned on a sad sack it used as a bed.
"From what I know, my parents gave me away when I was too young to remember to this gang called Street Breed. I've been 'learning' how to 'survive' on the streets with a bunch of thugs who hurt other pokemon. I don't know how or why, but I always knew they were just distorted. I'm not sure why I would know any better, being here all of my life, but I feel like I do. We fight Nightlights on the daily cause we're always stealing crap. Frankly, it would be easier if all these guys just got jobs. From what I can tell, they're just using it as an excuse. They have a ton of stuff. Enough to hold off Nightlights at least..."
The small pokemon curled up into a ball and decided it was comfortable.
"This feels sorta weird, just writing in a diary like this. Well, anyways, my name is Light. They just sort of gave that name to me when I got to this pigpen. Although sometimes they just call me rude name since I have a stutter... Don't have a last name that I know. We steal, fight Nightlights, and run. That's all we ever do. I feel guilty for being pretty good at the fighting part. Although, when it comes to fighting it just feels like most of the Nightlights are pretty bad... I'm an Eevee, with this weirdo look. I have completely white fur instead of brown, and two different color eyes. My left is white while my right eye is blue. Usually I have fur covering the blue eye. I don't really like attention, but when I get called cute or handsome it just... Is one of the things I like the most. Makes me feel like maybe I'm a bit of a chosen one myself. Whenever we're on our crappy 'job' though, I have to dye my fur completely brown and wear a plain dorky looking eye patch. Everyone would be able to recognize me if I did stuff as a cookie in a potato chip bag."
Light heard a small set of footsteps skulking near him. He closed his eyes and quietly laid on his small sheet of paper in response.
The steps ominously stopped just in front of him. Light kept his resolve in showing that he was asleep, and the footsteps began to creep away again.
"We're more organized than basic rogues would be. If we didn't work as a tight team, we'd get royally screwed. That's why it's so hard trying to get out of here. As a 'pesky' kid, they've always got watchers. Being the only kid here, it sucks. The only reason I know how to write is because this one thing I learned happened saved our lives. The higher ups gave the nod to keeping me learning, even though I don't technically go to school. So that's why I can blend in with everyone else walking around the streets."
The Eevee gave a mental sigh.
"But that's all I can do. Blend in. I'm always with someone who cuts off me from talking to people. Otherwise, I'd totally book it and they know it. I'd also tell Nightlights where we are to come and get me. I've been here for thirteen years from the sound of things, and I'm only fourteen. Sometimes I want to sneak into the armory and just make stuff explode so something would happen."
Light looked up to see the cave walls acting as prison bars to the sky.
"Being underground all the time doesn't help either. The only glimmer of hope right now actually is that branch of the Association. We've met some of them out in the field, but we get away easily. Our group is on the most wanted list for that. But, if they attacked here we'd be screwed. Finally. The fighting would finally be intense enough for me to run. And the foolproof part is..."
Feeling more confident, Light sat up and looked a small nearby fire set up on the floor. He was alone in the small part of the cave and walked near the flame before continuing to write.
"Even if I do end up dying in this somehow, I'm still free. My great escape starts now."
Being careful, Light tossed the paper into the flame and listened to the new soft crackling it made.
"And I have an idea..."