Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon
Lab experiments. That's what they were. Expendable lab experiments who were told that they were doing it for the greater good.
They were only kids then, nothing more. And because they were young, they believed in those men in glasses and fancy white coats. But it didn't stop them from being scared out of their wits every day and night.
They were always trapped behind bars like criminals, with minimal food to sustain their life on. They always hear blood-curdling screams from down the hall, behind that big door that was off limits. It sent chills down their spines and made them about about the words of those people deeming themselves as 'scientists.'
Several kids were taken out every week or so. The others, who waited in their little safe cages, noted that some came back bruised and in pained while others didn't come back at all.
As another bloodshot shrill escape the three inch thick steel door, a little blonde shuddered, huddling herself against the corner of the cell she was in. Her hands were over her ears, trying her best to block out the noise. She hadn't had a wink of sleep ever since she came to this dreadful place. It felt like eternity since they brought her here and it has been a nightmare. She didn't remember how she had wounded up in this place other than seeing a fire, and then feeling exhausted and falling asleep. Once she woke up, she was here.
What the little blonde wouldn't give for a peaceful sleep for once.
Another scream.
The girl shriveled more into her corner, wishing she wasn't there. "M-mommy… daddy…"
"Are you okay?" The question came from the adjacent cell and the gentle concern in it palliated the blonde's trembling.
She lifted her head up from the curdled up position she was in and her brown eyes meet with crimson red ones.
The boy's eyes gleamed in the gloomy darkness despite little light that was there. His hair looked like he hadn't been combing it; all messy and of jet black color. But there was probably no comb to tame that mess of his.
It took a while but the blonde managed to squeak an answer with her muted voice. "I-I'm scared…"
The boy grabbed the bars that posed as a wall between them, and then crouch down so he could level his gaze with the blonde's. He reached pass the iron bars to stroke the girl's golden hair. "Everything's going to be fine."
Something about that voice soothed her, made her believed the boy despite them both being in the same situation.
It wasn't long until the door to their cells creak open, and several scientists walked into different cells, the two kids' included.
They told them it was their turn and that was that. They were out whether it was by will or by force. Other kids looked out their cells to, wondering what will happen to them.
The raven haired boy gave the blonde a smile despite his hands visibly trembling. They were then ushered through a corridor and each of these frightened children was then led through another door.
They were then slammed close and what happened in there stays within the steel walls. Or so it had always been.
….
"Subject #247: Amarillo del Bosque Verde." The head scientist of the room read off of a paper before the blonde was strapped down to an uncomfortable concrete bed.
He held up a needle, much to the little girl's horror. She tried to squirm, hoping against all hope that she would escape the sharp end of the syringe.
She couldn't.
Once the syringe had pierced through her skin and the liquid that was incarcerated within entered into her bloodstream, the blonde felt nothing but the pain of a thousand searing needles prickling inside of her. It was as if something set her internal organs on fire over and over again, incinerating every parts of her body.
She screamed at the top of her lungs as every fiber, every cell that she has was burned to crisp, ripped apart, only to mend back to together and the cycle restarts. Melting bones were destroying her insides but she also felt something was being pulled out of her head and her back.
It was crucifying.
It wasn't long until she lost her mind to the pain. She could only take so much before her system decided to crash.
The last thing she felt was the sensation of being struck by lightning and everything faded into darkness.
The door to the lab, hidden in the side of a mountain, exploded into pieces with an orange dragon standing right where it was supposed to be.
A man well into his forties, but with youthful determination, came into the corridor behind the Dragonite. "Search for the kidnapped children and arrest all that are involved in this inhumane experiment!"
The police force that the man was working with all chorus a synchronized agreement before charging into the crime scene.
The man, Samuel Oak, didn't waste his time either. He trudged into every room, defeating the scientists only to get little information out of them.
"You, have you seen a child about nine, spiky brown hair and green eyes." It was more of a demand than a question, but all he got in return was a cruel laugh.
"I don't keep track of who we experimented on," the scientist snarked back, a sadistic smirk spreading on his face. "All I know is that if you can't find him, then he's probably one of the failures in the disposable bin."
That made Samuel's blood run cold, but he then recovered and tossed the man roughly on the ground before storming out of the room.
His search wasn't about to go in vain by that man's words.
His grandson went missing a few months ago along with some other kids from Pallet Town, and he used every source that he has to track them down. And after seeing what they were doing to young kids, he needed to find them quickly before something terrible happens.
The scientists weren't that cooperative as the lab became a battlefield. All the while, Samuel was frantically searching for his grandson.
Amidst the battling, the man heard cackling electricity, which was followed by a scream of agony. It came from a corridor that they haven't gotten to yet.
Samuel rushed to that particular door and slams it open with a charge, only to find a small boy with messy raven hair trying to support himself on all fours, seemingly tired. In front of him were two scientists lying on the ground, unconscious and extra crispy.
He looked around the room to see if there were any Pokémon. There has to be one to take the two scientists down.
"Gah….!" The strained voice of the boy brought Samuel's attention back to him, which prompt him to widen his eyes astonishment. The raven haired boy… has a current of electricity surging through him as something about his appearance fizzles in and out with the flashes.
Ears and a tail, similar to that of a Pikachu's.
Before he could gawk even longer, the adjacent wall crashed down with a scientist flying through it.
He snapped his neck in that direction so fast that it hurts, but he ignored it momentarily as he recognized the one who was standing just behind the rumble of what used to be a wall.
A boy with chestnut brown spiky hair was seen panting, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead; his left hand clutching on his right… claw?
Samuel rubbed his eyes to see if he was imagining things.
Nope, he wasn't.
It was his grandson. His own grandson clutching onto what seemed to have replaced his right arm. It was red and in the shape of a large claw that reminded him of a Scizor.
"G-Green?" He stammered, gaining the boy's attention.
Said boy looked up with his pained namesake eyes before wincing and kneeling on one knee. The claw that he was clutching tightly on was slowly changing, as if crawling into a retreat, back into a human arm.
Samuel didn't get the full detail of what they were experimenting on, but what he saw just now said it all. And he needed to get these two and others out of here right now.
As his grandson and the other children are put onto stretchers of helicopters that came to aid in the recovery, one of the officers came up to Samuel, wearing a grim expression.
"Sir, we found a list of the children that were involved in this incident. With the ones that those scientists have taken with them when some of them made their escape, only..." He hesitated, hating to be the one to deliver the news. "... only two fifth of the ones that we have found were on the list."
Samuel bored grim face as well as his balled up his fists behind his back. He knew that there were some that were beyond recovering, but knowing that he couldn't save them was something he felt remorse about. If he had only found this place earlier, if he had only acted earlier...
He looked at some of the kids on stretchers and looked away grimly. If I had only made it in time, all of you wouldn't have to go through that...
Samuel shook his head. "We'll have to look further more into this incident - but keep this from the public. We need to find out who did this and why."
He escaped. He managed to escape. They had run out of escape pods, but he got out of there without being tailed. What's even better was that he got a prize.
He looked over to the girl draping limply over his shoulder and smirked. It may not have been the outcome that they wanted - they wanted something... legendary - but at least they were about to save some of these experiments.
He ran into the forest for cover, knowing that it will be impossible for them to find him there. He was safe - or so he thought.
Mew was bored.
Extremely bored.
She would have traveled but she didn't want to risk the danger of being expose more than she has already. She was careless a while back and some humans saw her. She was then dubbed as the Mirage Pokémon since there was no other like her. Humans then learned of the ruins, where they were able to translate that she has the DNA of all Pokémon that existed on this planet. It wasn't that far off from the truth.
Ever since then, collectors had been trying to catch glimpse of her, even hoping to catch her and selling the pink feline for cash. She came to despise these people; yet, she didn't have it in herself to hate all humans. She always hoped that there would be someone in this world who is pure of heart.
One who is kind and gentle; spoke of truths, not lies; helpful, not harmful; express love, not hatred; and most of all, one who's the embodiment of innocence.
She may have been kidding with herself because who in the world would fit that description word for word? But she can always dream can't she? Besides, other lengendaries of her caliber also have their own tenets as well, some almost as impossible as hers. Almost.
Just when Mew came up from swimming in the stream, she sensed a presence. She then risked herself of the potential danger to seek the source out of curiosity.
It was a man carrying a child like a sack of potatoes.
He dumped the body down flippantly to take a breather.
Mew didn't know much about human behaviors but this was definitely something that a no good person would do. They don't treat another like they were just objects!
"Curse them all..." The man in the lab coat muttered.
That aroused the little girl awake , making her eyes twitch and slowly opening then. She couldn't believe that she was still alive, albeit she could still feel a singe of pain in her body. Her mind was reeling in dizziness which prompted a headache.
She pushed herself up with her arms and locked gaze with the man in front of him. Reacting to a fear stimulus, the girl let out a terrified shrill and backed herself against a tree. "Y-you're... you're the b-bad mister who..."
The man clicked her tongue in distaste when he saw that she - it - was awake. In his eyes, the being in front of him was no longer human. It was just an experiment. And with the dehumanized thought in mind, he send out an Arbok.
"Silence her until we reach main base." The man ordered coldly, nudging his head to the blonde who cowered.
Arbok followed orders obediently, lunging at the girl and wrapping its scaly purple tail around her. Its fangs were dripping with poisonous saliva as its Constrict suffocated the girl. Arbok was just going to seep a bit of poison in her, just enough to paralyze the child but not kill.
Its fangs were inches from child's neck when its reptilian body went into seizure as painfully shocking lightning hit him. The Arbok insensately release its ground on Yellow, giving her the room to breathe. But her breath was hitched again at the reality of what just happened.
She looked at her hands that were supporting herself against the ground. There was electricity running through them, but the surprising fact is that they didn't hurt. On the contrary, they were soothing.
The sizzled Arbok returned back to its pokeball. The scientist forgot about that tiny detail.
Half of these experiments' generic makeup was that of Pokémon and they could become powerful adversaries if trained. They could become powerful weapons if they could control these experiments, which is why he wasn't going to lose something that valuable.
"Houndoom, Weezing, subdue that monster!"
M-monster?
White flashes of light escape two pokeballs as a hound and a gas ball appeared.
Houndoom reeled its muzzle back with fire flaring out of it. Bring it forward, it launched a Fire Blast.
Weezing breathed in air and spat out several sludge in the form of Sludge Bombs, both attacks aiming to harm the blonde.
The child could only close her eyes out of fear, hoping that death would be quick instead of painful. She waited and waited but the attacks never reached her. She dared to pry open an eyelid to see what was happening and saw a pink feline Pokémon blocking the attacks with a pink barrier.
Mew snarled, then reflected the attacks back at the two Pokémon and proceeded to let lose a dose of Swift.
The man gaped at the find.
He and his colleagues had aimed to produce hybrids that have the generic makeup of legendaries but so far they were unsuccessful. Children were the only ones found to be susceptible of accepting this change since they're premature and still developing while adults were already at their final stage, deemed their terminal stage for accepting any evolutionary changes - just as the final stage of a Pokémon's evolution.
There wasn't a variable that they could control in order to do produce living hybrids of their preference. All they could do was evoke a few changes in the human chromosomes that could cause the entire rebuilt of their DNA. But it seemed to them that no matter how many different formulas they used, the experiments always ended up with normal Pokémon qualities.
So far, they have tried inserting different Pokémon DNA samples in the syringes but the result was a negative. Some lab rats did survive, turning into the hybrid of the Pokémon that was in the given DNA sample but others have... unfortunate mishaps.
Sooner or later, they figure that DNA wasn't the independent variable and abandoned it during the last experiment. The result was that every one of the experiments survived though their genetic makeup was vastly different. The only theory that they could come up with was that the characteristics were already determined beforehand, before they even try to rearrange DNA structure.
But if he could catch the Mirage Pokémon here, he would be able to start a whole new one - one that would be successful. His lips were curved into a fiendish smile as he called upon more of his Pokémon.
"Capture that Mirage Pokémon no matter what!" he commanded of his Pokémon.
Mew frowned, finding aversion in the man. He was definitely not pure of heart and she wasn't going to forgive him for assaulting a child.
The pink feline dodged left and right, firing Psychic and Aura Sphere against her opponents. They weren't that hard to pulverize... maybe that was a little too strong of a word but Mew did beat them down in less than a minute.
A Pinsir brought its shard horn down on the pink legendary. Mew barely managed to dodge but it did graze the tips of her fur, cutting it from her body.
Having just about enough, Mew used Hyper Beam.
The blinding golden light hit all that attack her, bring them into submission with one hit, and using the light as a distraction, Mew teleport away with the child.
When vision finally returned to the man's eyes, his targets were nowhere to be found. He cursed again for letting such a golden opportunity get away. He was going to take it out on his Pokémon, that is, until he found a few strands of pink fur decorating Pinsir's horns.
He picked it up to scrutinize them. A laugh then escapes his lips when he identified who it belonged it.
It wasn't in vain after all.
Teleporting into the area that the child had subconsciously yearned the most, the two ended up in Viridian Forest though... it really didn't look like a lush green forest. Sure there were trees upon trees around them but the place that they teleported to looked more like a clearing. Not only that, it wasn't a good one either.
The grass there were burned to the charcoal ground and what used to be a house was now in ruins and in the same state that the grass has been. To Mew, it seemed as though there had been a fire.
Her attention was then brought to the little girl who was now shedding tears at the sight. Seeing that brought concern onto Mew's face.
"Are you okay?"
She brought her gaze up to meet Mew's aquatic blue eyes. "They're... they're all gone..." She couldn't bring herself to say anymore but Mew understood. So young yet she was already alone.
"Shh..." The New Specie Pokémon placed a gentle paw on child's head. "They're not gone."
She sniffed, rubbing her eyes before looking back up to Mew with hopeful eyes. "They're not?"
The pink feline smiled daintily, lowering herself in front of the human child and placed a paw on her chest. "Your family will always be in here."
Mew was considered a childish Pokémon but she has wisdom that goes all the way back when. She rarely shows it since she felt old just thinking about it. She was only about as old as the first Pokémon to ever appear on earth. She wasn't that old.
She looked down at herself, placing a hand against her chest. But she felt nothing but hollow loneliness. Her parents were gone, she has relatives to go to, she has no friends to turn to... she was going to be alone.
As if reading her mind, Mew did a playful flip in the air and beamed at the blonde with a good-natured smile. "You won't be alone; I'll be your friend!"
The little girl blinked as tears stopped but lingered at the corners of her eyes. After a moment of silence, a small smile spread on her face. "You can talk."
Mew giggled profusely behind her paws. "Of course silly!"
She may not exactly fit into the description that Mew had hoped for but it was close enough.
Those who were experimented on was returned to their homes and they tried to go back to their normal lives. But deep down, they knew that they were anything but normal. They fitted in once but they were altered, they no longer fit like a puzzle. Not matter how much they wanted to fit in, they would ever fit perfectly.
Each of them had a secret to be kept. All were fearfully of what society would think of them. However, not everyone could keep their other half subdued. When emotionally provoked, they lose control of their powers. People then learned of their existence and condemned them, forcing these children to live in the shadows knowing only that they were called 'monsters.' They held it in but even the hybrids have their limits until they lose their sanity.
They were still part human after all.
Samuel, or Professor Oak, felt complied to get involved since he had a grandson who was in the same boat. He decided to take measures in lowering the discrimination that the world had against these experimented children for the sake of his grandson. He understood how the family of others felt when they had to learn the truth of what became of their children and how they tried to fit in but couldn't.
To begin, Prof. Oak wanted to stop the spread of the 'monsters' and renamed them as Pokémon Guardians or Pokeguards for short.
He then gathered as many of the experimented children together and created a group of fighters. They were identified as the Dex Holders, being the ones holding the item of recognition by the most renown professor of the world.
They would be send to every parts of the world to fight against crimes, to gain a good reputation, and also to subdue those who lost control. There was also a need to search for those who were still missing of course as well as the mastermind behind the cruelty of the experiments.
But because they were still children, they needed an education. And so, less than three years after the event, Samuel Oak founded a school in one of the remote islands of the Sevii Islands. It was also to fund the world wide project so normal children may be enrolled. It's a good way for the Pokeguards to socialize with each other as well as with normal people. So it was killing two birds with one stone.
The school became known as Dexter Academy, and only in a short span of time, it was one of the most prodigious academy there is.
Yup... don't know where I'm going with this lol.