In the world of pokemon, there are good people, who work with good pokemon for the better of humanity and pokemon'dom alike. Then there are people and pokemon who work to survive. Lastly there are the people who work for power.
Waking up in the small burrow of leaves and sticks was a familiar sight. The smell of mother's smoke while she prepared breakfast was also familiar. The cast-iron pan was found rusty in someone's woodsy backyard, Mother figured the owners were done using it, so we figured out how to use it ourselves. Being fire types, we can easily heat up said pan to out liking to prepare meals, well… our mother can anyways. Us, being my brother, my mother, and myself all being typhlosion evolutions such as quiliva, and cyndaquil. A female evolution of these types were somewhat rare. That being said, I feel as if I am lucky to be who I am. My brother on the other hand…. Heh. He… can be… a character to say the least. He is an evolution ahead of me, making me loathe him for it. Mother was preparing leftovers from yesterday's savaging, when we all heard the rustle of the outside fall leaves crack with footsteps. They sounded firm, as if someone had sneakers or boots. Mother held out her hand sideways, as if to signal 'everyone hold what your doing'. We all stood perfectly still, waiting for her go. The rustling stopped. "Hey, do you see that?" a young male voice whispered, the crunching stopping. "Whatever it is, it looks like its smoking…" Another voice said, this time, being a little bit older. They both crunched and crackled their way towards our burrow. Mother dropped the food from the pan and held it up as if she were about to smack some since into someone. "Get to your rooms, before I have to make you" she said. We both nodded and ran to our designated little holes. We could hear mother exit the house with the piping hot pan in hand. We heard a POP and then a pang, and not to soon after, a thump. We assumed mother had scared them off with the pan, but when we rushed downstairs and looked out the hole for a window, she was knocked out. "DUDE! I thought you were supposed to capture some pokemon, not keep demolishing them!" The older one whisper-yelled. Time stopped for half a second, as the younger one spotted us looking through the hole. He rushed through to our home, as brother had enough since to run to the back exit, but I just stood there, terrified, as the young boy with a flat, grey cap pulled open the small enough roof of twigs and sticks from the house. He pulled out a small or of some sort. "There's your chance dude! Catch it!" the older one said as I turned my back, terrified. I heard a pop, and then a small pat of the leaves and the ground holding a new weight. Time was still. I turned my head to see what was happening, but instead, a pair of sharp claws to the face nails me. They latch onto my face and basically insert themselves into my eyes. I cry out in pain, fall to the ground and writhe in pain and blood as I turn my back again. I feel a strange feel as if I was shrinking, but I keep my eyes closed, too afraid for more pain. After a while, I feel that same sensation again, but it's as if I were growing. I suddenly feel coldness on my feet, and in surprise I flop onto my stomach. "Hey nurse joy, I need this pokemon to be healed" I heard the younger boy say. I hear some footsteps come closer to me, but they are surprisingly below me in a way. I feel a set of cold hands pick me up, and since I'm not prepared for it, i squirm awkwardly for a second. I feel the sensation of being carried, but I still have my eyes closed. After a nice warm beam shines on me, I am carried back to where I assume the boy was. My guess was proven with a "well, how is it?" "It seems like your pokemon is in bad condition" "what do you mean?" I feel a cold finger rub near my eyes, and I flinch at the contact. "It appears your pokemon had suffered substantial damage to its eyes and is probably mostly, if not totally blind" My mind suddenly turns from being scared into being afraid. I slowly open my eyes, and I just assume my eyelids are being weird and not wanting to open, but when I start to feel the sensation to blink and I still can't see anything I start to get teary. "What should we do with it?" the boy asked. "Well, if you don't want it, ill put it up for grabs for a week or two and if nobody wants it, I may just have to put it to sleep… i honestly haven't had an unnatural blindness case like this in a long time" Joy says. "Well, ill leave it with you for a while, but if no one takes it, I don't mind putting it out of its misery" The boy says. Hearing the sliding of what I assume to be the doors. A hand runs down my head and who I assume nurse joy says it's going to be OK. After being fed what tasted and felt like soft food pellets, she placed me in a small area. When I moved forward, I was greeted with cold, smudgy, hard, wall…thing. Joy told me to stand right there as she did something above me that made a substantial amount of noise. She hopped down from what she was doing and said "don't worry, we will find someone that will take you.