(This is short, since it's mainly a prequel. I might not continue if no one likes it. It's all up to my reviewers. I decided to try my hand at a pokemorph story after reading Kra's, Fire Incarnate. Bloody damn good, it is. I don't own.)

This story doesn't begin with a 'poor me' scenario.

It begins as I'm killing my first Rocket.

My name is Armin. I am an Absol morph. An unnatural mix of human and pokemon. I can't help what I am, however. It's all their fault. The Rockets took me from my pack, and made me human.

But they left some parts of me behind.

I sighed in pleasure as the blood seeped past my claws, and spattered on the ground. "Oh, what a beautiful night, huh?" Kuro joked. Her black rings of skin around her eyes wrinkled in laughter. She was a Furret morph; sleek and quiet. She searched around. "Guards coming. Want me to get Bloom to do something?" I nod. She calls for the Shaymin morph.

A child of about thirteen peeks out from behind the door. "Hi guys." He cheeped softly. His pale white skin and fuzzy green hair are covered in softly falling flower petals. "Could you use Aromatherapy, doll? It'd help us escape." Kuro tells the morph softly. He nods.

He folds his hands together, and closes his eyes. A sweet smell wafts out of nowhere, and the fast approaching guards stop to bask in its glory. "Okay, cue running like fuck, LET'S GO!" Kuro roars, and grabs the kid, pounding off. I roll my eyes, but follow her. Thinking ahead, I fire a Dark Pulse their way, before busting out of the beaten into shreds door.

An Empoleon fullmorph named Soren greets me. Except for his speak, and his hand-like wingtips, he is a complete pokemon. What the Rockets would call a failure. "Hello, Armin. We are going?" I nod, and clasp my pawlike hands together. "Yeah, let's go." We set off into the dark, wondering about what we have just done, and what we are going to do.

We are pokemorphs. Rejected by most. However...

We are going to hunt the gods down, and make them see what humanity has done.

See if we can go back to being normal again. And if not, we want a formal apology, goddamnit.

-Ari's POV-

Holy fuck, I'm bored.

Mimi, my Skitty, settles in on my shoulder as Boss-Man sends for me. I sigh, and cradle Corbain the Cubone in my hands as I walk down the hallways of the Vengeance Cluster's headquarters. Oh, my kingdom for a cup of strawberrymilk tea.

"Ari, hello." Boss-Man Damien greets me. I sigh. "Hello, Boss Man." He groans. "I wish you wouldn't call me that." I grin, loving to push his buttons.

"Okay, wev. Boss Man. Anyways, what's up?" He points to a map on the desk. "A group of pokemorphs have escaped from a Team Rocket base in Hoenn. One of their unofficial bases, a place to hold morphs. I need you to find them, and bring them back to me." He sweeps his gaze over me.

"You are my top Admin, all at the tender age of fourteen. You hunt, you stalk, and you kill. I know you can do this." I shrug. "Wev. Look, where should I go?" He smiles at my bluntness, and points to Slateport. "Take Shadow, and fly there. They were in a cavern deep in New Mauville. They should go to either Slateport or Mauville first." I nodded.

"Shadow!" I call. A ghostly... being, emerges from a pokeball. Shadow the Missingno. The Vengeance Cluster's most successful accomplishment. He was caught in the Seafoam Islands, and given to me. He's got his flaws, though; he was given to me solely because he has the mind of a five-year-old, and is useless for heavy duty fighting. Just like me.

"Form of a Pidgeot, Shadow. We have to go." He nods happily, and reshifts his form to a black bird that's a dead ringer for a Pidgeot. I nodded to Boss Man, and stroll out, popping a piece of gum. Clapping my hands, I summon my other pokemon. Astrid, my Feebas, chirps at me, floating around my head.

Please don't ask me how. The universe doesn't need to collapse inside itself from lack of logic.

Vita floats over, and grumbles something about a hangover to me, before passing out. I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, I thought you were a Legendary. Doesn't that mean you don't GET hangovers?" She shakes her head.

And why, you ask, would they give a Mew to a teenager?

Because this one is an alcoholic, incapable of fighting for long. Or doing much but drinking. Yeah, 'tis my team. Two pokemon who should be retardedly strong, but no. One's an alcoholic; the other's a stunted glitch thing.

Eswen, my Absol, comes out, and pads to where we all stand. Corbain waves his club hello. Since his mom died, Eswen has kinda taken over. I nod to all of them, and they understand, as I call them into their pokeballs, and climb on Shadow.

Okay, time to find the morphs.

"Let's sing a song!" I offer. Everyone groans. "Please Latias, no." Eswen growls, Translator buzzing. I huff. "Fine. Fuck you."

Five minutes pass.

"Protest songs! In response to military aggression! Protest songs! Try to stop the soldier's guns!" Mimi folds her ears shut. Astrid bangs her head against Shadow.

-Armin's POV-

"Kuro!" I hiss. "We need to get to a town! FAST!" I growl. She shrugs, and whispers, "No sign of anything but a Bike Path. Should we risk it?" She cradles Bloom in her hands. He's a bit stunted, since Shaymin are about, like, a foot high. He's thirteen in human years, but he looks like a nine-year-old.

I nodded. "Yes, let's try. Just stay as hidden as possible." Soren grins at me. "Should we kill?" I shrug. "Eh, if we have to." We keep our ears pricked upward as we advance through the Bike Path, ignoring the shouts of the trainers. I hear Bloom fall, and begin to cry. Kuro shushes him, and we continue on.

It is now that I stop and think about what I've done.

What have I done? Well, let's see. Busted out a ton of pokemorphs, killed a ton of Rockets, and am now leading them out of trouble, into what I hope to the Great Pack is a safe place.

I shake my head, and continue on. Now is not the time to think; now is the time to run away from here, get as far away as possible.

After a few minutes of creeping around that seem to be more like hours, I spot city lights. I decide, however, until we have a plan, we're staying in the woods. Once I relay this message, everyone groans in annoyance, but they listen to me.

When we sit down to sleep, Kuro whispers to me, "So, Boss Man. Ideas?" I wince. "Since when am I the leader?" She shrugs.

"Hell, they listen to you, don't they?" I think about this for a minute. I suppose they do, but... "We'll let the others decide in the morning who's doing what." I tell her. She shrugs. "Wev, Boss Man. G'night." I roll my eyes, as she slumps down and begins to snore.

The next morning, I sweep an eye over the morphs. "Listen to me!" I call, voice rising uncomfortably high. "We are free! But we still need to work together! We must choose a leader now!" There are only so many morphs that did not die in the experiments; I only see about seven or eight that did not die in the night. I bow my head towards the corpses.

Soren is still alive. And it is he who speaks first. "So what do you propose we work together for?" I swing my head towards him. "We are going to hunt down the Legendaries." The entirety of living morphs stare at me incredulously. I continue. "I, for one, have lost my faith in them for allowing this to happen to us. Should it not be so that we get an apology?" I address the sky, swinging my arms upward for emphasis.

"They have forgotten us! Well, shall we make them remember!?" I roar. Everyone is silent. Then Bloom begins to cheer, squeaking 'Go Armin!" Happily. I snort with laughter, and turn to the others.

Kuro takes a quick head count of who's still alive. "Okay, me, Armin, Bloom, Soren, Grendel, Rhys, and Kalinka." Grendel, our Ninetales morph, stares up at me. "So what do you propose we do first?" I think for a minute.

"Well, let's go into town. See what happens. We have to kill, we have to kill. But all in all, it shouldn't be too bad if we get some new clothes." Everyone looks at Bloom, the most normal out of all of us.

"Bloom, sweetie?" Kuro asks in a honeyed voice. "Can you please go get us some clothes?" She grins at him. "Get whatever you can." He nods, obviously eager to please Kuro. As he rushes off, Kuro smirks at us. I smile at her, and then turn back to the corpses.

"We need to bury the fallen."

We spend the rest of the day waiting for Bloom, and burying corpses. They stink of rotten roses. As night falls, and Bloom returns, I look up to the sky solemnly. And I roar. My grief shall be known.

All is silent as my voice trails. Then Kuro begins to cry. I place my hand on her shoulder as she cries. "You knew there was nothing that could be done." I reassure her. She nods, still not trusting herself to speak.

Bloom wraps his arms around Kuro, and we all bow our heads. "For the fallen." I whisper. The others nod. "For the fallen."