This is a new story I've decided to write. I thought it would be a great plot, and be interesting to write. Also, I don't want to be seen as some heartless monster, writing a story based on torture of cute little Pokémon, I just believed that this story would be a good idea to write and publish. Just because I write stories based on torture, doesn't mean I partake in it. That's like saying Stephen King enjoys murdering children. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new series, but before that, I would like to warn you of the many things that'll make this series rated M.

WARNING: This series is about torture of Pokémon. There will be an abundance of blood, violence, weapons, gore, sex, strong language, and emotion. If you are a child, faint-hearted, or do not want to see these acts taken upon your favorite Pokémon, DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING STORY. If you absolutely despise Pokémon, or if you're OK with the fact that these Pokémon will be tortured in a dramatic tale of pain, then you may continue reading. Saying for the last time, if you are a CHILD, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Specimen #1: Pikachu

Gender: Male

Height: 0.3 m

Weight: 12 lbs

Comments: My first victim, and a great choice indeed. An influx of Pikachus make it easy to capture these little mice. A fire burns within me, filling my soul with spite and anger, yet I remain calm, and somewhat happy. My imagination is at its peak. What shall I do with my first victim?

Pikachu opens his eyes abruptly, light temporarily blinding him. A single light bulb hangs above him, swinging back and forth, the light emitting from it swaying around the windowless room in a circular pattern. He tries wiggling out, but his arms and legs are strapped to a metal table, tilted at an angle towards a mirror. He sees his reflection in the glass, and sees a black mark upon his forehead. Numbers marked with a marker that reads, "001." He looks around the room, taking in the eerie tone that fills this prison. Pikachu wiggles again, trying to slip his hands through the cuff, but nothing works.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoes throughout the room, and a tall figure slowly walks toward Pikachu. Electric sparks fly off of Pikachu's cheeks, a sense of anger brewing inside of him. The tall figure stops, and speaks in deep and masculine tone.

"Hello, Pikachu," the figure speaks. Pikachu tries to charge up his Thundershock move, but he can't. The figure snickers underneath the white theatre mask he wears upon his face.

"I see you've tried to hurt me, no?

Is that right? Is that so?

Well boo-hoo, you can't I've disabled the move,

As the well as the rest, I'm sure you approve.

You can't do nothing, not physical at least,

You're stuck in my chamber, and you'll be deceased."

The man snickered, as Pikachu started to angrier and angrier, trying harder and harder to shock this figure, but still no luck. The man laughed again.

"You fool! Did thou not hear my first speech?

You are powerless, and no matter how much you beseech,

You'll never be free, and see the sun set in east.

You won't get out, well, not alive at least."

Pikachu trembled in the metal bed, making a banging noise that filled the room. The man put his hand on his chin, thinking about what to do to his chained victim. Pikachu struggles in the cuffs, shaking the bed in the process. The man took his hand off his chin and set it on Pikachu's chest. Pikachu growled and tried to bite the man's hand, but he couldn't bend far enough to do so.

"You stupid cow! You idiotic fuck!

Stop letting your anger run amuck!

Do you want to be stabbed with a large metal rod?

Do you want to leave this world and try to see God?

You're heart rate is building, with fear or with spite.

This the more blood will spill this dark night.

You're building my anger, whether I should praise you for that,

But I've thought of a method, that'll kill you, you rat."

The man pulled a machete from his back, and waved it around, scaring Pikachu.

"Pika…," Pikachu trembled in fear as the man brought the machete ever so closer to Pikachu. The man brushed the machete against Pikachu's neck. Pikachu yelped, bracing for the impact. The man pulled the machete away, grasping it in both of his hands. The machete glimmered in the light, and reflected into Pikachu's eyes, blinding him temporarily. The man let out a chuckle.

"Your terror amuses me, as well as your tears.

I am the incarnation of all your fears.

With this machete I have in hand,

I'll cut you to pieces! Into small grains of sand.

Your death will be long, and full of pain,

And I'll laugh at you, while I cut into your brain!"

The man guffawed, his haunting laughter bouncing off the walls of the enclosed room. He wound up his arms, ready to strike. Tears were flowing down Pikachu's face, clouding up his sight. The man swung the sword with all of his might, the tip approaching Pikachu faster and faster. Pikachu's life flashed before his eyes. He remembered himself, rolling the grasses of Viridian Forest. The sun shining through the canopy of the trees. The other Pikachus who laughed at each other's company, and spent so much time together. It all ended when he was taken by this man. He was tranquilized, and tooken in a burlap sack and across the river, to the prison he was in now.

The machete ripped through Pikachu's skin, cutting through his shoulder and hitting the back of the bed.

*BANG!*

Pikachu's left arm falls to the ground, blood spewing from the base and from Pikachu. Tears flooded his face and eyes as he let out a chilling cry that echoed.

"Pikaaaaaaaa!"

More blood spewed from his shoulder, and creating puddles onto the concrete floor. The man swung again.

*BANG!*

Off comes Pikachu's right arm, as it falls off, the yellow fur slowly turning red as it soaks up the blood that floods down the cold metal bed. Pikachu cries again, his tears preventing him from opening his eyes.

"Pikaaaaaaa!"

The man changed his angle, and swung the machete lower.

*BANG!*

Pikachu's left leg slides down the metal bed, plopping onto the floor and splashing blood onto Pikachu's face. The blood splashes onto the man's mask, creating a visual of pure insanity.

"Pikaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The cries bounced off the walls at a rapid pace. The man smiled underneath the blood-stained mask he hid under.

*BANG*

Pikachu's right leg flies off the bed, and into the growing pool of crimson blood covering the once gray concrete floor. The man cackles as Pikachu's dismembered limbs are strewn across the ground. Pikachu cries in absolute pain, as only his torso remains, a belt across his stomach only keeping him up. The man laughs, as he winds up the machete now smothered in sangria blood. He slides the machete across Pikachu's neck, slitting it. Blood flows out of the slit as Pikachu gasps for air. With no limbs to stop it from bleeding, Pikachu's eyes close, as he accepts his fate. He breathes his last breath, and his heart stops beating. The man smiles, holding the machete by his side. He takes off his mask and wipes the sweat away from his forehead. He laughs as the sun begins to rise in the distance.