A.N: I know it's very predictable, but it couldn't not be. Honest.
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The only way
So, this is where I found myself. A lone Charmeleon. Younger than most Pokemon I saw. In another way, older than they could ever be. It was a long time ago but I can still remember my mother. She cared for me. Then he came. He took me, when I was still a baby, and raised me. Raised me to do his bidding. Fighting and losing again and again, made to battle against Pokemon much stronger than myself. I stayed in my Poke ball until I was called. I was unworthy of praise. Unworthy of anything from my trainer. He abused me. When he lost the others were revived. I was attacked, mentally and physically. So many times… My tail flame has been so close to extinguished many times as he poured water on it. But he kept me alive. That, in itself, was crueller than death.
So here I am now. I've been called into battle near a lake. My trainer has made a big mistake by doing this. I glance at the lake, then at the Pidgeot I am facing. He uses gust. I use this as an excuse to fly backwards into the lake. As I fall, I only hope that I will die. My death will be better than my life could ever be.
I sink, down to the bottom of the lake.
My tail flame goes out.
I got away from my trainer.
The only way I could.