Authoress: I re-did this chapter because my style of writing evolved and the old one was crappy in comparison.

Disclaimer: Me no own Pokemon. Me own Plot. :)

I waited in a ball, a capsule, a cage, and I scowled. It was dark and I couldn't see. I hate it when I can't see. I hate that I'm not strong enough to get out of this cage. I wiggled to get warmth, but it still evaded me. Me, a fire type! What a sick twisted world I live in where the being who controls flames can't feel the heat herself. Finally, after days, hours, years, I don't know how long, a red light absorbed me and I got my first glimpse of daylight.

I opened my eyes and, after a brief flash of pain from the adjusting, I saw the world was vast, spreading before me with no end in sight. I rubbed my paws against my eyes for added effect, to see clearly and farther. Trees spread out against a blue background and I could see wild pokemon peeking from behind them. My eyes grew wide. Freedom? So close I could almost taste it! I look closer and see a fence preventing all in it from reaching the trees. I almost felt heartbroken, but I remembered that nothing ever works out that easily, especially in this world. I looked behind me and saw the older human petting a Chickorita. She seemed happy to have the attention, and I let her. I watched the young humans look at Totodile with awe inspired faces. He was lifting up a log in his jaws, which apparently impressed the children. Only two humans were looking at me, a small girl with pigtails and a boy with crazy dark blue hair sticking out from underneath a cap. I stared at them and they smiled. The girl then saw the Chickorita and pulled the boy over to pet it. The rejection hurt a little, but it wasn't anything serious.

I turned back to the woods and sniffed the air. It was so close! I could already see the battles I would fight and the pokemon I could defeat. If only I was free, blast it! I closed my eyes to control my temper. I don't want to set the grass or humans on fire. I'm not inhumane.

My eyes snapped open. Fire! I could melt that fence easily! I ran towards the fence and planted my feet firmly on the ground. I could here Chickorita start to complain about the lack of attention she was getting, which meant either the older human was watching Totodile or me. Either way there wasn't much time to do this so I took a deep breath and prayed to Mew that this would work.

"Cynda!" I squealed, and formed my mouth into an 'O' shape.

"Wait! Cyndaquil don't-" yelled the old human.

I ignored him and released the fire I had been building up.

"Quil!" I shouted as flames engulfed the fence in front of me. The fire wasn't big enough nor hot enough, and the wild pokemon were running away into the forest. I have to increase the power! I have to get out! I have too! I made the flames larger and hotter. The flames turned blue with heat and the fence finally started to give.

Yes! Almost there!

Or not. The old human sent out his Ampharos and it used thunder on me. The pain was excruciating and with my mediocre defense I blacked out, but not before I saw the last of my blue flame go out and smirked at the giant hole I had left in the fence.

I woke up to the sound of heels clicking on a tile floor and Chanseys wobbling about. I slowly opened me eyes and my sense of smell returned. I almost retched at the strong smell of antiseptic that seemed to drench my coat and I wanted to do nothing more than licking myself clean, but I knew the taste of antiseptic was horrible, so I bit my tongue. The first thing, or people I saw were the old human and an officer in blue. The old human was talking and I strained my ears to hear his soft voice among the beeping machinery.

"No one broke in or stole anything. No one was hurt either. Cyndaquil just burnt the fence."

"But I thought you said in your last fire hazard inspection that the fence was attack proof?" The blue officer raised an eyebrow.

"It was, but …" the old human trailed off and I couldn't catch the rest of the conversation. A nurse came over and touched my back, causing me to let out a squeal of pain. She quickly took her hand off. And wrote on a clipboard next to the white bed I was currently resting on. Then she picked up a long needle with a strange cloudy liquid in it. My eyes grew wide, I could feel the fear instinctually.

"Sorry, but it will only hurt a little and you'll be right back to sleep!" The nurse giggled and I cringed. The needle entered my back and I felt darkness surround my eye sight. I willingly gave in; there was nothing else I could do.

The next year wasn't better. I would be let out of my Pokeball a total of three more times before the old professor finally learned it wasn't the kids or the pokemon that bothered me. I wouldn't be let out unless I was under strict surveillance by that Ampharos or the Azumarill he also kept with him. I grew used to it. I wasn't going to get freedom anytime soon, and I had accepted my fate. Though it annoyed me that the professor didn't just lock me up forever. He still walked around spouting that 'all pokemon are good' nonsense. I really wished he would stop lying.

Soon trainers were coming in, and the old professor started giving away his pokemon. He never put me out as an option though.

I escaped my ball one time, and hid under a stack of boxes, and just watched the whole thing. The professor had this big grin on his face and his voice shook with eagerness. An excited boy in a baseball cap stared at the round cages with an amazed expression, as if he had never seen a Pokeball before.

"I'll take the Rattata please!" The kid squealed.

"Very well then! Here you go. Take good care of him." The old professor spoke.

How disgusting, a boy squealing. I'm glad he wasn't my trainer; otherwise I wouldn't be able to get stronger no matter how hard I tried. The boy left, cradling the ball to his chest. I padded my way back to the table where the last three Pokeballs were left. Chikorita and Totodile are peacefully sleeping, I bet. So I sat beside my Pokeball, waiting for the professor to turn around and notice I wasn't were I was supposed to be.

He did turn, and the first emotion he had on his face was surprise, then I yawned. He didn't appreciate that and his face turned into anger. But yet again, he replaced it with a fake smile and stiffly walked over to my cage and returned me, keeping that lying smile on his face.

I had learned to hate lies, to hate insincere actions. I hated being treated like I was fragile, or volatile. Granted I gave them plenty reason not to trust me, but what had they done to earn it? I had lost all hope I would leave, or that I would be given to anyone.

But I did leave. I wasn't given to anyone, but I left that eternal cage. I was stolen.

And that suited me just fine.

Better? I think so.

MyuuMay