A young trainer, Darren, had received a Gardevoir from a close friend, Naomi. She was considerably more experienced than him, and probably always would be. The Gardevoir was a much higher level than all of his other Pokemon, so hadn't used it lately.
It was dark out, and he didn't know if any of his Pokemon could light up the area. He sent out Gardevoir from its Poke ball and it looked around before setting its eyes upon him.
Darren saw a glint of something odd in its eyes. At that moment he took note of the fact that there was nobody else around. Surely, it wouldn't hurt to...
It was a pretty Pokemon...
It wasn't going to do any harm, right?
He reached out a hand to touch the Gardevoir. It turned its face around and looked at him, seemingly confused by his actions. As he moved his hand to touch it elsewhere, suddenly the Gardevoir moved its hand and smashed him across the face, sending him flying. Not a slap. A punch. He hit the ground a few metres away and groaned as he spat out a tooth. The metallic taste of blood was spreading on his tongue and he panicked.
Gardevoir drew closer. "Gardevoir." It spoke angrily. Would you ever consider doing that to any of your other Pokemon?
Darren panicked. "You can talk to me?!"
Telepathy, Gardevoir replied, is the fortunate ability that all Psychic-type Pokemon possess. I suppose you think that I would comply to your disgusting demands? It's unusual that one would expect so much of our loyalty.
Darren's heart thumped faster as Gardevoir moved closer, a ball of darkness forming. The Shadow Ball attacked lunged at the male and he couldn't avoid it. It slammed into him and he hit the wall behind him. He spat out more blood. "Stop! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he begged.
Of course you did. Gardevoir hissed. That's why you did it in the first place. Don't be stupid, child.
The Gardevoir used its Psychic to lift him into the air. He struggled against the energy but it was pointless. The Pokemon then slammed him against the wall again. Once, twice, and his back was broken. She dropped him. He was limp.
We Gardevoir are very loyal and very proud of our trainers. Gardevoir said. But if a trainer desires that kind of favour from me, I'm intelligent enough to know that they are not a worthy trainer.
Gardevoir faded away.